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Megatron towered in front of Shockwave, gazing thoughtfully at the magenta engineer. A great, majestic turquoise ship poised behind them, awaiting their departure. Starscream had already disappeared inside, taking his seat in the cockpit.
"It is already set for the coordinates." Shockwave slipped a yellowish keycard into Megatron's still fingers, black hieroglyphics carefully imprinted across the glass surface. "This instructional card can be utilized to reset the ship in the instance the ship does not deliver you two to the correct location."
Megatron delicately enveloped Shockwave in his muscular arms, and Shockwave's hands lightly tapped his ridged back, still wary of embraces. A chill draft passed through the underground hangar, the wind whistling creepily around the glistening, dripping stalactites.
"Thank you," Megatron muttered into Shockwave's audio receptors, and Shockwave's singular optic gained more hue as he happily listened to his former master's gratitude.
"You are welcome. When you two pass through, just activate your com to inform me about your whereabouts. I will activate a space bridge."
Megatron briefly nodded and slipped away, meandering up the polished ramp leading to the interior of Shockwave's intergalactic ship.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Shockwave took a step forward, suddenly becoming self-conscious about what he had uttered. His boxy head lowered, diverting his eye as Megatron slowly turned toward him.
"After the Accident, I have not been too sure about much," Megatron responded, his voice rich and overflowing with the tone of ancient wisdom and assurance. "I understand your concern. Touching sparks is not a matter many of our kind take part in, but the Accident has taught me to trust what my spark desires. I appreciate your support for us and diligence in locating a dead region of deep space."
Megatron tilted his hefty torso down, giving a slight bow towards the engineer, before going to reunite himself once more with his love. As he entered the cockpit, Starscream twisted in the passenger's seat towards Megatron, a grin brightening his slender face. Megatron settled in the pilot's seat, lifting the lever Shockwave had instructed him to. The ship fired up, rising away from the floor and tilting itself towards a cerulean space bridge portal that Shockwave activated. The engines hummed like Mongolian singers, their voices chanty and soothing.
Starscream rose from his seat and wrapped his arms around Megatron's thick neck, pressing his cheek against Megatron's recreated helmet.
"I don't think I ever said I liked your new helmet."
"Oh?"
"I like your helmet."
Megatron released a weak, but genuine, laugh, rubbing his thumb against Starscream's narrow chin. His eyes were locked onto the space bridge that was slowly crawling around them in brilliant rushes of light. The ship gently guided them through the swirling vastness that was enclosed within the portal, and the bridge finally ended, launching them into a pit of blackness. Dull, tiny pinpricks of incredibly distant stars could be seen.
"Are we too close to them?" Starscream glided up to the windshield, placing his delicate hands on the glass separating them from the icy grip of space. The reflected images of the stars could be seen, very faintly, within his wide amber optics.
"Shockwave said we can touch sparks here and not destroy anything."
Megatron gently rose and slid his palms over Starscream's smooth wings, running his fingers through the long rivets that were carved into their surfaces. His bladed digits traced the red bands on his lover's wings a handful of times before Starscream slowly turned around, placing his fingers delicately on Megatron's bulky forearms.
Starscream had not noticed this until now, but Megatron's "all destroying" cannon had been expertly removed and replaced with beveled armor, granting him no primary weapon.
"Where is your gun?" Starscream's brow curved down, concerned for the firearm Megatron had wielded for millennia.
"I removed it; Knock Out performed the operation. I want to be more peaceful."
Starscream ran his hands over Megatron's rugged arms, nodding to himself. His hands could still sense the ghostly outline of where the cannon used to exist. Starscream pulled away and yanked his own guns off his shoulders, letting them drop to the floor. The crash rumbled through the ship.
"I want to be peaceful, too."
Starscream leapt into Megatron's powerful embrace, feeling the strength of a true warrior as his sweetheart lifted him off the ground, letting his legs hang. Megatron opened the hatch to space, and the vacuum snatched them out into the vat of darkness. The ship loyally followed its programming: the door slipped shut before the vehicle darted away, a space bridge delivering it back to Shockwave.
The hush of space consumed the couple, and Megatron switched on his com, gazing thoughtfully at Starscream.
"Can you hear me?" His voice sounded muffled, and some crackling darted between his words.
Starscream fumbled with the switches surrounding his audio receptors.
"Yes."
Starscream gently fired up his engines, transporting himself into Megatron's outstretched arms, his velocity causing them to idly spin around. As the stars lazily tilted about, Starscream delicately kissed Megatron, feeling the segments of his chest pulling apart, lowering its protection around his burning spark.
"I'm scared," Megatron admitted, his thorax remaining tight around his soul. "Is it true?"
"Is what true?"
"That...that touching sparks makes a black hole."
"From what I've heard, yes it does."
They drifted around, as if they were trapped in a droplet of spinning water, the current gracefully sweeping them away.
"What if it kills us?" Megatron pulled Starscream tight against his body, feeling the pounding energy and heat of his soul.
"I don't know why Primus would make us be able to express our love in a way that kills us."
"Have you ever met anyone that touched sparks?"
Starscream bit his lip, filing through memories, seeking to find the identify of an individual that did touch sparks.
"I don't know. Touching sparks is meant to be sacred, so not many couples talk about it. It is supposed to only be known about by the lovers."
"Well, Shockwave already knows, so I guess we screwed up that 'sacred' part."
Starscream giggled, trying to comfort his terrified partner. "If you don't want to do this -"
"Oh, believe me, I do, but I am just worried."
Megatron shut his optics, snagging Starscream's wings and dragging him closer. Megatron's chest peeled open, allowing for his spark to spin towards Starscream's, no noise emitting from the rotating orbs. Starscream softly kissed Megatron, his small lips resting on Megatron's large, placid smile. His hand slithered up, gently resting it on Megatron's cheek.
Their sparks slowly drifted away, orbiting each other like glorious binary stars, chasing each other in an infinite circle of love. Blue light started to be dragged towards the zooming sparks in strong, pulsating waves, warping the stars behind them. The sparks slowed their rush before darting together, and a spectacular explosion burst forth, a fantastic denotation of plasma and life force. Megatron and Starscream whipped towards the sudden action, terrified of the the force it held.
The silent, gigantic wave of illumination sped around the couple, leaving them untouched from its destructive path, as if it was aware they were its creator.
Back at Shockwave's base, computers started to scream as their screens flashed a furious, foreboding pink, announcing the presence of the supernova. Shockwave darted over to the devices, shutting down the incoming, loud message. He kept track of all large-scale emissions of energy; knowledge of these explosions could help predict if Cybertron was in danger. If, like in this case, the blasts are not a threat, they are logged away into the database.
Shockwave's fingers danced across the keyboard, saving this particular supernova as "Megatron's and Starscream's Love".
Megatron pulled Starscream tighter against his chest, more for his own comfort than Starscream's. The sight of space slowly collapsing in on itself was strange and alien, like someone was attempting to suck a hole in the sky so they could peek through. Golden light started to spiral around the gaping gravitational discus as it formed, and Starscream gently pulled away from Megatron, admiring what they had birthed.
"Can you feel it?" Starscream muttered.
"Feel what?"
"Oh Primus, the warmth in your chest. It's...it's so beautiful I could -" Starscream bit his lip as tears of bliss started to spew from his optics, the clear orbs undulating as they rolled away into the vacuum of space.
"I can feel it, too." Megatron utilized his engines to gently propel himself towards Starscream, fascinated by the black hole growing before them.
The heat kindling inside of them felt as if someone had placed a sun inside their empty chest cavities, gifting them eternal light and protection from the shadows of the planets. It was calming, as if they were orphans of the nebulas who were finally discovered by a barren mother, joyous to claim them as her own. The peace made Megatron's knees shake as if the energy baking inside of him couldn't bare to be held captive, longing from the freedom it was destined to have.
Starscream pointed to something forming inside of the shimmering accretion disk.
"The event horizon is here," Starscream muttered, and he slipped his hand over Megatron's fingers, ushering him forward. "Are you ready to go?"
Tears were pouring from Megatron, glistening diamonds in the forever night around them. He hastily nodded, desperate to reclaim his spark and experience the sensation of the power they had made. Their engines fired up, pinkish plasma erupting from their heels, and they cast themselves forward.
The black hole also claimed the unusual sentience the supernova did, and Megatron and Starscream remained unharmed by the intense gravity the rippling rip in space contained. Their alloy bodies did not stretch as they rocketed head-first towards the singularity concealed inside the darkness. Passing over the event horizon produced a strange sensation inside of Starscream, as if the bent space was attempting to hush him to sleep.
Strange noises tickled his audio receptors, sounding like whispering voices that had no distinguishable words. It was just rhythmic prattle, as if a distant dinning hall was tucked away within the non-existent walls of space's illusion. Megatron was gazing around as well, disturbed by the black hole's voice.
The gravity could be sensed now, but the black hole was holding back the onslaught of its power. Gentle waves, like patting hands, flowed over their bodies, massaging their worries and distraught away as they were sucked deeper inward. Drowsiness seeped into Starscream, and he curled up, shutting his engines off for the extended nap.
Megatron flew over to him, wrapping his arms around the sphere that Starscream had reduced himself to. His lover's optics were shut. The black hole's chaotic lullaby increased in volume, becoming more desperate to send Megatron into a protective slumber as they crossed over the heart of the singularity. Megatron finally obeyed, and the distant starlight blacked out.
. . .
Starscream was the first to stir, and his eyes slipped open. His vision was blurry, and the strange, glowing cloud ahead of him was confusing and foreign. He righted himself in space, his body now parallel with the illuminated smudge. As the image of the stars sharpened, Starscream clasped his hand to his mouth, shaken by what he was floating before.
Megatron awoke, his hands flailing about as he probed the vacuum, seeking Starscream. Starscream gently pulled him towards him.
"Starscream, my optics, they won't open!" Megatron felt around Starscream's body, attempting to ensure that his partner was safe.
"Just give it a minute," Starscream cooed, petting Megatron's head.
After a few more frightening, blind seconds, Megatron's optics snapped open, his irises shrunken and fearful. He slowly turned his head towards the white hole that had spewed them out, pale, glittery bands pulsating out of its core. Megatron's mouth hung open as he stared at the glory of physics before them, and Starscream admired it with him.
"That was the most horrifying yet magical thing I have ever experienced," Megatron muttered, the memory of the wormhole seared into his mind for the rest of his existence.
"I loved it, but I never want to do it again," Starscream agreed, recalling the sensation the black hole had granted to them. It was so enjoyable and astonishing.
"I really want to go home. Where are we?"
Starscream opened a miniature computer fused to his forearm, and the screen lit up, informing him about their exact coordinates. "Somewhere near Promixa Centauri."
"Oh, okay, near Earth."
Starscream unleashed a message into the velveteen blackness of space, asking for Shockwave to produce a space bridge to bring them back to the welcoming and stable lands of Cybertron. Starscream placed his cheek on Megatron's head, watching the white hole spill its glory and glow into the universe.
"Our silent light," Starscream muttered. "I love you, Megatron."
"I love you, too, Starscream."
the end.