Lost
I kind of wanted to call this chapter "lost and found", but I do like my one word format for chapter titles ;)
Again, set AFTER REVENGE OF THE FALLEN!!! So, spoilery again.
The Decepticon Commander lay quietly in his berth, his lover still recharging soundly next to him. Starscream had tried to soothe him for long hours, never seeming to grow tired or impatient with Megatron's violent outbursts. Even when the tyrant had shouted and yelled at him, for once, Starscream hadn't yelled back, and at last, Megatron had eventually fallen asleep.
The tyrant looked down at his sleeping lover wistfully, dragging a claw along tattooed wings. The air commander shivered in his sleep.
Megatron spooned against Starscream soundlessly, grateful for the warmth radiating off the flier. For the first time, he felt utterly lost. Millions of years serving the Fallen one. Millions of years, fighting, and now, that purpose was gone. Now he was in complete control of the Decepticons - but what to do with them? What was there possibly left to fight for? The All-Spark was still lost, their home world was still in trouble, still needed to be rescued…was that his purpose?
He felt Starscream shift next to him, stirring him out of his thoughts. He looked down at his lover, and realized, very suddenly, that he couldn't feel Starscream's presence in his spark.
Cold panic washed over the Decepticon leader. If there was one thing he always had, it was his bond with Starscream - but now his spark was deathly quiet. Alone. Had it been severed when he'd died? He hadn't even noticed, too lost in the madness of the war. He wondered (almost guiltily) if it had hurt for Starscream when the bond was cut…if the flier had mourned for him. If Starscream had felt as lost as he did at this moment. Megatron looked down at the recharging flier, suddenly appreciative that Starscream had tried to take control and keep the Decepticons from falling apart in the face of a bondmate's death.
"Starscream…wake up," he whispered, nudging the flier.
The Air Commander stirred, optic covers blinking sleepily. "…Mmm? What is it?" yawned Starscream. "You want me to hold you again?"
"No," Megatron shook his head with a chuckle, planting a kiss on the side of the flier's face before rumbling, "let's bond again."
Starscream's optic shutters snapped open, alert and awake, and just like the first time Megatron had proposed, his face lit up with joy. "Right now?" he purred, twisting to look up at the tyrant with a grin.
Wasting no time, the Decepticon commander dragged a finger down Starscream's chest, prying the plating open. "Right now."