Credit for ideas: Camfield, Peppymint, Riley, fan girl 666, strutless.
(G1)
Starscream studied the wreck of charred, dented, mutilated metal with a lot less distain than Megatron would have expected from the seeker. It didn't make the pain any worse though.
Unfortunately, Starscream saw his slight wince. "Don't be such a sparkling," he hissed, rolling his optics.
He didn't see Megatron's answering scowl; fragging hypocrite. Had the seeker been in the same position he'd be withering about on the floor shrieking.
Starscream eventually drew back after his wary examination of the stinging, throbbing limb that Megatron was on the verge of just ordering to have ripped off. "Well," he said with an air of self importance as if he knew what he was talking about, "It serves you right."
Megatron growled, "This is your fault!" he reminded the prissy Air Commander. "If you hadn't been prancing about like a fairy I wouldn't have had to rescue you!"
Starscream's optics lit up so brightly Megatron thought for a moment they might blow, "Rescue?!" he squawked indignantly, "Is that what you're going to call what you were doing?"
Megatron's gaze darkened, "Next time I shall leave it to your severely warped skills of perception to get you out of trouble."
Starscream glowered, "I would have dodged that blow."
"And yet all I saw was a scared stiff seeker, staring down the business end of Prime's axe."
Starscream pouted childishly, "You didn't have to push me over..." he muttered under his breath.
Megatron gave him an intense look and held up his servo or what was left of it, "Did you want to end up looking like this?"
Starscream took in the sight of the seriously damaged appendage and was forced to shake his helm. To distract himself -and Megatron from trying to coerce a 'thank you' out of him- he started glancing around him impatiently. "Where the frag is Hook?" he snapped, wings hitching high in a show of agitation, "This should have been repaired joors ago!"
Megatron smirked in amusement, despite the pain, "Is that concern I detect Starscream?"
"No!" the seeker barked, "I just, I... It's creeping me out!" was the only lame excuse he could come up with.
Megatron made the mistake of sending a control down to his servo to see if he could move his digits and was distracted from interrogating his second any further as waves of throbbing pain shot all the way up his arm from his injury. He hissed; the weight of his fusion cannon did nothing to ease the pain. He started to remove it, no longer able to bear the ache with a straight face. And the more stern and uncaring an expression he wore around Starscream the better.
Starscream saw his struggles to detach his cannon with only one working servo and moved forward to catch the heavy weapon before it crashed to the floor, and more importantly on top of Megatron's pede.
Megatron tugged it out of his grasp angrily, "Don't touch it!" he snapped, glaring at seeker and lowering the cannon to the floor on his other side, away from Starscream.
His second looked a little more than annoyed at this lack of trust. But really, he had no one to blame but himself. "I was trying to help!"
"I don't want your help!" Megatron snarled back at him, "You tried to help me with your pathetic attempts at ambushing Prime and I ended up with this!" he gestured furiously with his injury.
Starscream actually looked a little hurt, before his expression twisted into viscous contempt again. "That was your own fault. I didn't ask you fling yourself in front of me."
Megatron just shook his helm at him, "So you'd rather have offlined?"
"I'd rather you hadn't run in like some sort of knight in shining armour!" he argued back.
Megatron wasn't sure what a 'knight' was, though he suspected it was a sort of human term, but with a quick glance down at himself he was could safely say he was the 'in shining armour' part.
Starscream seemed to read his processor, "And you're not!" he told his leader sternly, "You're nothing but a power obsessed fool and I am no damsel in distress!"
Megatron rolled his optics; at least all this arguing was taking his mind off his servo. "You're constantly in distress." he pointed out, "and if you're really so averse to being 'rescued' then what were all the 'oh Megatron! You saved me!' exclamations about back on the battlefield?"
Starscream stared at him in shock for a moment, before glowering again, "First of all mighty Megatron, I do not sound like that! And secondly! I was- I was just caught up in the moment!"
Megatron huffed in annoyance, "Ungrateful-"
"Then next time go and save a femme!" Starscream barked out, "Perhaps she'd be willing to reward you for your efforts."
Megatron's optical ridge rose in interest, "Does that mean you won't be rewarding me for my valiant behaviour today?" Starscream's optic twitched in annoyance, "Even when I risked life and-"
"It was your servo!" Starscream shouted, "Just your fragging servo! And Hook is going to be down here to fix it in a breem so stop acting as if your entire arm was sliced off!" he finished panting slightly from his outburst.
"If my efforts mean so little to you, why are you still here?"
The stare down that followed went on for what seemed like a vorn, and yet there was still no sign of Hook. Eventually Starscream broke it before he destroyed what little dignity he had left over after today's embarrassments.
"What you do want?" he asked.
Megatron's grin was victorious, "That kiss you mentioned." he answered.
Starscream's mouth fell open in revulsion, "I'm not- No!" he sneered, "I said that was how a femme would reward you!"
Megatron shrugged, "You're the closest we have to a femme in this faction." Starscream looked like he was about to explode, and Megatron's expression softened, "Just one kiss," he said smoothly, "and then perhaps I might refrain from telling everyone how you fell to my pedes with gratitude."
Starscream found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place, "...You'll twist this around somehow-"
"No more than you will." Megatron reminded him and leant forward, helm tilted up as if Starscream had already agreed to do this. The seeker sighed, and that was enough to confirm to Megatron he would receive his reward after all.
He closed his optics, waiting for the feel of those warm, soft lips against his own. His working servo twitched in anticipation of grasping the back of the seeker's dark helm and dragging him down against him so he could work something far more satisfying and rewarding than just a kiss out of him.
Instead of any of those sensations, instead he felt a small servo wrap around the wrist of his injured servo and lift it up. Megatron cracked on optic open to see the seeker bring his servo to his mouth and delicately kiss the tip of each charred digit, his optics never leaving his.
He released his wrist with a seductive little smirk and stepped away, "You didn't specify where dumbaft," he called over his wing as his heels clicked on the metal floor.
Megatron stared shamelessly at his second's swaying aft as he walked away.
Even if Hook couldn't repair him and he had to walk around with only one servo for weeks on end, it was all worth it for just one of those 'looks' from that seeker.
(Megatron Origin AU)
Megatron felt every joint in his frame creak in protest as he settled down into a seat by his rarely used desk. He closed his optics and allowed the stresses and strains of the past cycle to seep from his processor. If he was lucky he might catch a few hours recharge before Soundwave disturbed him with even more urgencies that always seemed to require his immediate attention.
Suddenly the quietest scraping noise caught his attention and his optics snapped back online. He sat bolt upright in his seat, frame stiffening once again, and spark skipping a beat as there, right in front of him, was a very young, very excitable looking seeker.
He stared at it, for moment not believing his own optics. After all, how could someone possibly get this far into his private quarters undetected, until only just now? His expression of utter shock did nothing to wipe the wide, though nervous, smile off the seeker's face.
Megatron leant forward slightly, expression shifting from alarmed to curious. He opened his mouth.
"Hello!" the seeker burst out just before he could speak.
Despite himself Megatron flinched back, not only in surprise at it suddenly speaking, but the voice it spoke in.
"...Hello," he replied after a short pause, somewhat warily. He sensed no real threat from this... Mechling. It had probably come accompanied by an elder trine mate -or whatever seeker's called their adopted family units these days- and gotten lost. He relaxed, only slightly. Because still, "What are you doing in my berth room?" he asked slowly.
The seeker looked confused for a moment, "Oh!" he said after all, hugging what appeared to be a data pad closer to his chest, "I-I followed you in here." he smiled, as if that were a perfectly normal thing to do.
Megatron stared, "...Why?" he asked, watching the seeker's dark faceplates, trying to work out if that stutter was caused by excitement or nerves
The seeker seemed to grow impossibly more excited, "Because," he said, taking three more steps forward than Megatron was comfortable with him taking until he was right in front of the gladiator. "I- I wanted to- to speak with you."
Megatron continued to stare.
So the seeker continued, loosening his hold on his data pad and switching it on, "I-I've been watching you f-fight for a while now," he said, flipping the screen around to show Megatron a recording of himself slicing none other than Clench's helm off. He couldn't help but smirk slightly at the memory of that cycle, "and I was- I was considering joining your cause."
Megatron's raised an optical ridge and nodded slightly. Well, that was good, he supposed. "Excellent," he murmured, "We could always use more flight capable mechs." At his words the seeker inflated with pride. Megatron watched him curiously, saw how he shifted awkwardly, "But that does not explain why you snuck into my private quarters. You could have very easily spoken to my first Lieutenant, Soundwave."
The seeker smiled brightly, "Well-well I wanted to see you first, see what you were like..." he paused and inhaled deeply, "Because I- well I don't-" he stopped himself and seemed to change his mind, "I can't join you yet," he said sadly, optics flickering to the floor, "I'm still at the academy."
That caught Megatron interest; he leant forward in his seat, "The war academy?"
The seeker shook his helm, "I- no, the science academy," he looked warily, "Is that a problem-"
Megatron grinned. So this was a scientist in the making? A seeker scientist? How peculiar. "No not at all," he said smoothly, ideas and plots already forming in his processor. A scientist. A potential warrior with a real education, a processor, not like the majority of the boltless grunts he'd come across so far. There was no fault to such a mech. He smirked at the young mech kicking the floor awkwardly with his thrusters. "Though it is somewhat disappointing to hear that you have to delay joining the cause."
The seeker looked up, "It's only for a couple of vorn, and once I have finished my studies I can dedicate all my time to the Decepticons," he said quickly.
Megatron frowned. A couple of vorn was couple of vorn too late. He wanted this seeker now. Young, intelligent, impressionable... and not to forget that he had successfully infiltrated his quarters.
"What is your designation?" he asked after a moment of thinking.
The seeker beamed, "Starscream,"
Megatron smiled at him, "Star-Scream," he tested the name, "Tell me Starscream, how old are you?"
The seeker fidgeted again, a hint of suspicion crossed his expression, "Old enough." he said stiffly.
Megatron rested his chin in a servo and smirked behind it, "Old enough for what?" he murmured with a tone that suggested things.
As he suspected the seeker blushed and hugged his data pad to his chest again, "I- To join!" he burst out. He tried in vain to avoid Megatron's piercing optics, "St- don't look at me like that!"
Megatron's smirk widened, "Like what?" he purred, pushing himself up and out of his seat.
"Th-That!" the seeker squawked, hunching his shoulders up and backing away, "I- I have to go." he said suddenly.
Megatron moved around him quickly to block his exit, "Really Starscream, we were just getting started."
This time it was the seeker's turn to stare at him in alarm.
Megatron bent down, leaning in close to the short seeker, "Join me, now, forget about the academy, forget about science. I can show you so much more, I can give you so much more." he moved closer, his face inches away from the seeker's. The jet's rapid intakes were hot against his cheek plates, "I can give you power. Together, we can reinvent Cybertron, destroy the corruption, rewrite laws, fuel the starving..."
He stopped, and smirked smugly at Starscream's dimmed optics, which were focusing fixedly on his lips, "Starscream..." he purred softly, the corners of his mouth twisting in amusement, "Have you ever been kissed?"
The seeker's optics shot back up to his own and Megatron honestly thought he was about to have a panic attack. "I-I-I-"
Megatron had to stop himself from grinning in victory. Sneaky, smart, beautiful, young and a virgin, he'd hit the jackpot.
Megatron purposely allowed his nasal plating to brush Starscream's own, he exhaled deeply across the seeker's face, "Join me Starscream," he whispered against his dark lips and lifted a servo to stroke down one smooth, flat wing, "And I can teach you."
Starscream's red optics stared deeply into his, as if he were in a trance, "Teach me?" he whispered, frame shuddering with every tiny brush of their frames, "Teach me what?"
"Everything," Megatron told him, tilting his helm to the side and brushing his lips over dark cheek plating, his servo trailing down the seeker's cockpit, "I can teach you how to fight, how to lead..." he pressed his mouth to Starscream's audial, "How to frag."
Starscream's entire frame vibrated against him, "...Okay." he squeaking quietly. Megatron drew back to stare at into his optics, and Starscream nodded enthusiastically, "Show me." he whispered with an air of desperation.
His blue servos laid flat against Megatron's chest, his digits curling into the gaps in his armour and clinging.
Megatron's quarters were normally quiet, peaceful place, but tonight the air vibrated with noise, the clatter of a data-pad hitting the floor, the light smacking of lips and mouths sucking, cooling fans whirring to life, intakes panting, muffled gasps, deep grunts, the crash off two frames falling to a berth... shrieking.
Soundwave didn't disturb him that night, though he was probably warded off somewhat by all the shrieking. Seal breaking was after all, a rather messy and noisy business.
(Transformers Prime)
As soon as Megatron released Starscream's helm the seeker was quick to start his begging again.
"Please Lord Megatron!"
Megatron shut him up with a swift kick to the chest plates. The seeker squawked and withered on the floor. Megatron sneered at him in disgust, intolerance for the first lieutenant he had given so many second chances to fuelling his fury. He restrained himself for now though, staring down at the pathetic creature at his pedes.
Starscream stopped squirming after a while, and cautiously peeked through his long slender digits covering his scratched faceplate at his leader. Slowly, he lowered his servos, and flashed Megatron a small cheeky smile, "M-my lord, can I just say-"
"No you can't!" Megatron roared, stamping forwards and towering over the seeker. The smile vanished quickly from Starscream's face. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't just shoot you here and be done with you." he growled.
Starscream scrambled to his knees and grabbed Megatron's thigh armour, clinging to him desperately, "I am still your loyal servant!" the gasped out, pressing his frame against his master's leg as if he didn't know the slide of his warm metal against Megatron's own was a sure fire way to get his leader's engines revving.
Starscream stared up at him with those wide, sad, pleading optics and Megatron hated the way it made his spark throb.
He lifted his servo and casually slapped the seeker across the face. Starscream fell back, his grip on Megatron's armour slipping, before he righted himself again. "Master," he whispered in a silky smooth voice. He pressed his face against the armour at the top of his inner thigh and nuzzled him, "I sat at your berth side cycle after cycle," he lied, scooting to press himself closer, "I prayed and begged for you to come back to us."
Megatron didn't believe a word of it, he wasn't stupid after all. "Lies!" he barked, kicking Starscream off his pede.
"No I swear!" Starscream screamed, crawling back to him again, like he always did. If there was one thing Megatron could be sure his second would do, it was that he always came back, one way or another, grovelling on at his pedes.
Starscream crawled back up his leg again and pushed his face against his hip plating, his arms curled around Megatron's leg armour and hugged him close, "Please master," he said, words muffled slightly by his own armour, "This should be a happy occasion. I'm so relieved to see you functioning again, I feared the worst-"
"You were hoping for the worst." Megatron corrected him; even so, he lowered his servo down and cupped the back of the seeker's helm, stroking the smooth metal carefully.
"No never!" Starscream cried, face still hidden against Megatron's hip.
"Prove it." Megatron growled darkly, his interface already tingling from having the seeker's face so close, his spark whirling and throbbing in anticipation in its chamber.
Starscream drew back, hope lighting up his optics. He nodded, clambering higher up his leader's frame and getting to his thrusters, his ridiculously high ones at that.
Megatron glanced down at them in appreciation as he allowed Starscream to pepper kisses across his chest plating. He stoked down Starscream's frame and wrapped a clawed servo around his second's waist, all the way around, just because he could. The tips of his claws almost met. He purred in lust.
Perhaps Starscream was right, and this was due cause for a... celebration. He brought around his other servo and slapped it to his second's aft, smirking at the squeak of surprise it drew from the jet. Yes, what better way to celebrate his revival than to frag his Air Commander hard enough to send him to the med bay in his place?
Starscream caught sight of his smirk as he leant up to kiss along the edge of his helmet, "Master?" he asked cautiously.
Megatron squeezed the seeker roughly, "You'll see," he purred, before bending down to sink sharp dentas into Starscream's more delicate armour. "And you'll enjoy it too."
Starscream, against his better judgement, took his word for it, and suffered the consequences later.
(G1)
Prime was on top form today, unfortunately.
And Megatron was distracted. How was it his fault that Starscream's aft was just that much more appealing to watch than the mech who was attacking him?
Still, he regretted gawping as Prime's pede smashed into the side of his helm. He crashed to the dusty ground, servos flying to his helm, and once he was certain neither of his optics had been knocked out by the Autobot leader he scrambled to get up again.
And stupid sexy Starscream flew overhead.
Next thing he knew he was on the ground again, the heavy weight of Prime bearing down upon him and pulling his arm at a particularly painful angle. He struggled and snarled and froze in shock as he felt the nozzle of a gun heat the back of his helm.
"Your tyranny ends here Megatron," Optimus' deep baritone rumbled in his audial.
Before he could open his mouth to manipulate Prime's sense of right and wrong and get himself out of this mess, preferably before blaster fire burned his processor to slag, something shrieked like a banshee and the weight against his back disappeared. As did the gun nozzle.
Megatron rolled to his pedes, shifting into a defensive stance as he searched for the source of the disturbance. And he saw none other than Starscream stood there, servos on his cocked hips, on leg slightly bent at the knee, wings held high and of course, that arrogant smirk plastered across his face.
Prime lay not too far away, groaning as he tried to pick himself up, his mechs already rushing to his aid. Megatron left him in favour of staring at his second for just a few seconds longer.
"Why...?" was all he could say.
Starscream rolled his optics like Megatron knew he would, "This makes us even," the seeker called to him, waving a servo dismissively, "That's why. Don't get your hopes up."
But Megatron already had. He stepped swiftly across the hard, dried out earth to stand before his second. Starscream looked incredibly awkward at his close proximity. "What?!" he screeched, leaning away slightly.
Megatron's stunned expression managed to work itself into a smirk, "My hero..." he purred seductively, drawing out the last word.
Starscream took a step away, "I was evening a score!" he said hurriedly, optics widening in anxiety as Megatron matched every step of his back with two forward. "Don't act like- stop it! Get away!" he tried waving his servos out in front of him to dissuade his leader from coming any closer.
"I think this is deserving of a reward," Megatron continued, optics dimming lustfully, "And unlike you, I know how to properly show my appreciation to a mech who saved my life."
Starscream stared; any other cycle Megatron would refuse to acknowledge his presence on a battlefield unless something had gone catastrophically wrong, in which case he'd be blamed for it. But not today it would seem, the tyrant was just out to frag with his processor, aft hole.
His leader had started to circle him now; like a vulture waiting for prey, he'd swoop down on him the second he let his guard down. Starscream was careful not to let Megatron get behind him.
But Megatron didn't need to be behind him to ensnare him.
With reflexes honed from hundreds of thousands of vorns of war, Megatron reached out and caught his wrist. Starscream stared at the large black servo squeezing his armour for a moment before throwing his helm back and just shrieking.
Megatron rolled his optics and tugged him forward. Starscream's shriek was cut short as he fell into his leader's chest, nearly overbalancing and falling to the ground. He opened his mouth to spit and snarl at the larger mech, "Get the frag off of- Hmmm!"
A firm mouth crashed into his, one servo on his back of his helm forced him forward and kept him in place as Megatron kissed him. As if it couldn't get any worse, Megatron kicked his thrusters out from under him. He fell, was caught by Megatron's thickly armoured arm curled around his back, which then bent him back. His leader leant over him and he was kissed even more enthusiastically.
No matter how hard he battered Megatron's chest, the elder mech just would not let him go!
Just as he was on the verge of suffocating, Megatron drew back, giving him room to breathe. The scowled up at his leader with utter hatred, "You!" he wanted, "You rusting-"
Megatron suddenly released him, with no warning, and allowed him to unceremoniously drop back onto the hard, dusty ground with a heavy clang before swiftly turning away and swaggering back towards the remainder of his faction, all of whom had been watching the exchange with much amusement.
Starscream glowered at his retreating back, "AFT!" he shrieked after him.
He wiped his mouth, spat, wiped it again and tried not to think about how his circuits were still buzzing from the thrill of the moment.
(Megatron Origin)
Megatron raised his weapon to the crowd of spectators as his opponent crashed to the floor, dismembered, crumpled and nothing more than scrap now. The crowd roared at his victory, even as Megatron tossed down his sword -covered in energon and chunks of wires ripped straight from his opponents chest- and raised both arms, roaring back at them.
Starscream's spark fluttered in his chest, somewhat against his will. He flexed his wings back and shook it off, watching the gladiator with quiet consideration.
Below him, in the pit, Megatron's dark gaze swept over the crowd, searching.
Starscream had made sure he stood out, his freshly polished armour gleaming in the bright lights cast over the arena. Megatron spotted him easily in the stands, his white shining armour stood out obnoxiously amongst the regular grubby, working class mechs who came to watch these fights.
He stared at the seeker attentively.
Starscream felt a lump in his throat, but tilted his helm back and returned the stare with a seductive dimming of his optics, when a heavy thud on the back of his wing almost knocked him out of the stands in into the pit. He caught the banister just in time, "Skywarp!" he hissed through clenched dentas, annoyed that the other seeker would ruin the moment.
"Go on Screamer! Get down there!" his trine mate shouted excitedly over the crowd.
Starscream shook his helm, "I'm not going down-"
"Look!" Skywarp yelled in his audial, "He wants you down there with him!"
Starscream shook his helm, sneering at the sight of the pit before him, puddles of sticky, half dried energon, various limbs and wires littered the arena floor. No way on Cybertron was he going down there, not even if it meant he could be in the spotlight.
Unfortunately Skywarp made the choice for him, "Soundwave! Get Starscream down into the pit!"
Starscream turned around and shoved at Skywarp indignantly, "I said no-ohhh!" he cried as someone, a huge green and brown mech that Soundwave had just been gesturing to, lifted him straight off his thrusters. He thrashed angrily but before he knew it, his gleaming, finely polished thrusters had been set down right in a puddle of purple goo on the edge of the arena.
He howled and tried to swipe at the mech who'd carried him down here when he became all too aware of the hulking figure of his new leader striding purposefully towards him.
Starscream shrank back, his olfactory sensors stinging with the over powering stink of energon, oil and coolant, most of it coming off of Megatron's approaching frame.
Megatron smirked at him slightly and held out a servo, obviously intending to drag him out into the centre of the pit so everyone could see them; see Megatron and his shiny prized seeker. But Starscream took one look at that slim covered servo and stepped back in disgust. In fact, Megatron's entire frame was disgusting, purple gunk was dribbling down his faceplates from a large gash on his helm, thick, black oil covered most of his chest, and Primus knew what else was just splattered all over him.
"I just polished!" Starscream squawked at him by way of explanation.
Megatron merely raised an optical ridge before stamping forward swiftly, and catching Starscream's wing.
Starscream stared at the offending servo clamped to his delicate appendage, smearing slag all over it and just shrieked, "Get offf!" he howled, leaping back and out of his leader's grasp, squirming in revulsion and staring at the huge slimy hand print on his once pristine wing. "Ugh you're disgusting! Go and wash!"
Megatron tilted his helm to the side, "What about that congratulatory kiss you promised me?"
Starscream stared, "I-I meant after the match!" he screeched over the crowd, who were growing more and more impatient.
"It is after the match," Megatron said loudly. He wiped a servo through the thick layer of oil on his chest and flicked it at the seeker; a satisfying splatter of it hit his cockpit.
Starscream stared down at it in disbelief, before turning to look at his smug smirk slowly, "You utter-"
Megatron drove forward and snagged him, Starscream's howl was muffled quickly as his face was pressed against Megatron's chest, and he could feel the sticky, smelly slag smear across his faceplates and over his helm.
He thrashed as he felt himself being dragged forward, into the middle of the arena, for all of Kaon to see. Megatron quickly wiped his servos all down his back, covering his wings and aft as he made sure to get filth over every inch of Starscream's frame before he span him around for the spectators to see.
"I hate you!" Starscream screamed, optics closed tight as he couldn't bear to look down at himself, feeling grime and slug in every part of his frame. Megatron's deep chuckle vibrated against his back and he was span again, to receive a firm, invasive kiss. The crowd cheered and started to chant, 'till all are one." It was, in Starscream's opinion, rather inappropriate.
Starscream grimaced, and almost retched into Megatron's mouth as he swore to Primus he could taste the filth on the gladiator's lips. He ripped himself free with a hiss of disgust, optics opening to glare at the larger mech. It turned out to be a mistake as he caught sight of himself looking like something a medic would fish out of overcharged mine worker's waste tanks.
His tanks rolled and he felt quite light headed, swaying slightly, and only then did Megatron release him.
He didn't look back as he ran for the exit, tanks rolling, spark clenching in indignant fury and faceplates searing hot with utter mortification; even as Megatron called him back with a playful laugh, as if the entire thing was just a fragging joke.
It would take hours, hours, in the wash racks to work himself back to his former glory and credits he couldn't afford to pay for as decent a waxing job as his high maintenance armour required.
He wasn't going to forgive that bucket head for this one, no way, never! He was going to resent him for this until the day the old clunker offlined.
Of course, three joors later when a nice clean Megatron, smelling of cleanser, and at least pretending to look apologetic appeared at his door with a fresh cube of high grade, Starscream chose to let it go, just this one time.
It wasn't like he could stay mad at him forever, was it?