Sulk

SPOILERS FOR REVENGE OF THE FALLEN! Well...nothing explicitly spoilerish really, but it takes place immediately after the movie. As I thought, I'm totally inspired now! Even though it has turned more than a few of these drabbles into AU's now...oh well. They're mostly separate from each other anyway.

Thank you to everyone who's offered me prompts! If they inspire me, I'll use them, but for the moment I'll be doing some ROTF drabbles of my own.

Megatron stormed through the Nemesis, clawing and ripping at walls and wires as he went, while Starscream followed close behind. The flier flinched each time the tyrant's claws dug into the ship - all too aware that he could be at the receiving end of those talons in the blink of an eye. He wrung his hands together nervously, wings sloping downwards. The Decepticon commander continued to mutter to himself through the winding corridors, deep into parts of the ship the seeker didn't even recognize.

Eventually, the silver mech smashed a fist into a panel on the side of a wall. Starscream yelped, jumping back and raising his hands defensively…but the blow never came. He peeked an optic open to find a large door had appeared in the wall, and Megatron was walking into it. He hurried to follow, feet scratching noisily at the floor. Megatron threw himself petulantly into a large chair.

"…Master?" ventured Starscream cautiously, staying close to the door.

The Decepticon Commander's ruby optics snapped upwards, as if he had only just remembered Starscream was there. He growled low in his throat, then raised a claw, pointing at his lap. "Here. NOW," he bellowed.

Instantly, Starscream scrambled towards Megatron and, graceful despite his nerves, placed himself on the tyrant's lap. The silver mech wrapped his long arms around the air commander's waist, digging his claws under plating, trapping his prey. Then, he pushed his face against Starscream, huffing a burst of air through his vents.

He was silent for a while. Starscream shifted uncomfortably, furrowing his optic ridges. Perhaps he wasn't going to be beaten to slag after all. "Master?" he ventured again. The only reply was another puff of air. He raised a digit, tracing the back of Megatron's helm lightly, becoming a bit more daring. "Master, are you…perhaps…sulking?"

"I DON'T SULK!" bellowed Megatron, face still burrowed in Starscream's plating.

The flier smiled to himself, raising his claws to caress the moody tyrant. His spark stirred, remembering this particular routine of theirs from millions of years ago, before war had ravaged Cybertron. "No…of course you don't," he cooed, raspy voice soft and comforting, while the tyrant just pulled Starscream closer with a "hrmph".

It was good to be in Megatron's lap again.