Second chapter! Sorry that it's so short, because this was once two chapters now combined into one. After all, the idea for this fic was conceived on my trusty 3rd generation iPod Touch in an attempt to write some good Megatron and Starscream rivalry. Sorry if a certain OOC Decepticon leader offends you readers used to his more brutal and tyrannical nature. Now that I look back, I think I made Starscream somewhat out-of-character too. He's still that hot-tempered, somewhat prone-to-rants and prideful Seeker we all know and love, but he has none of the lying, sycophantic, greedy, jealous and egoistic nature we've seen in the show (maybe a little of that cowardliness). At least not yet.
I don't know about you, but I'm starting to like Young!Megatron. He's just that annoying guy who won't leave you alone once he sets sights on you, and will probably try about anything to get you. Yeah, Starscream's in for it now.
Warnings: Some slash content, mostly in Megatron's imagination. Starscream being Starscream.
Thanks to LadyBonBon, Taboo22, Rosey-Raven (Eee! The awesome Rosey-Raven reviewed! She's known for her cute TFA-themed Megatron/Starscream pics on DeviantArt. Go and check them out!) and 6MissSparklez9 for reviewing and all those who followed and favorited. I honestly didn't expect this much feedback for the first chapter (probably the best out of my fics). I'm really glad you enjoyed my story, and hope that it will continue to entertain you for the chapters to come.
For Starscream, a normal day as the head of the Decepticon science division consisted of paperwork, arguing with subordinates, yelling orders at the underlings and trying not to get himself blown up by his sometimes-dangerous prototype experiments.
Oh, and not trying to amuse Megatron with everything he did. Not that he actually tried, but everything he did or said seemed to bring a devious smirk out of his superior. Starscream hated that.
It was like the warlord treated everything he did, even his being itself, as something that entertained him. Like everything was a joke that he found he could laugh at, and Starscream failed to see what was so funny. In fact, this had been going on for orbital cycles since he had been appointed to be in charge of the science division. He had deemed the other mechs of the division acceptable to work with, selected a particularly quick-minded mech named Steelstreak to be his assistant and kept at his scientific projects steadily. Starscream also maintained a low profile and almost avoided all contact with his fellow Decepticons. He was content to stay unnoticed.
Until Megatron decided to notice him.
It started simple during the few times Starscream went before his leader to report his progress. Megatron remained his amiable casual self and received him gladly. However Starscream soon found the warlord's vision lingering on his frame whenever they met. Then there were times when he would give not-so-subtle hints by an arm casually laid across his shoulder or other small acts that involved touching the Seeker's frame. It was lately however, that Megatron began to take extreme attention in everything he did and found great amusement in it. Starscream was surprised that he was able to last this long without losing his temper at the other.
He scowled darkly at Megatron when he caught that fragger smirking again behind his back. But the other simply turned his attention back to his datapads as if nothing had happened. The smirk was still there though.
Starscream growled and had to restrain himself from slamming the console in front of him with both fists. Shockwave, who was operating the one across him, gave the scientist a dubious look and simply surmised that it was natural for Seekers to be volatile. Fortunately the other Decepticons in the room had not noticed this exchange between their leader and the head scientist.
Starscream nearly lost his temper then and there when he heard a snicker come from Megatron's general direction. But he managed to calm himself down, clenching his fists so hard that he drew energon, and tried to return to his work without being distracted further. Curse his lab computer for malfunctioning so that he had to do his work in the command center instead under the irritating supervision of his leader. Starscream decided to be thankful that Shockwave was in front of him as he maneuvered his seat until the second-in-command's lanky frame blocked his view of Megatron.
True to Starscream's thoughts, Megatron was studying the Seeker with diligence while taking great amusement in the other's reaction. Starscream had known that he was being observed, and he showed his irritation clearly through his scowls.
Megatron inwardly chuckled as he recalled the orbital cycles that had passed since Starscream officially joined the Decepticons. He saw he had the potential, immediately placing him in charge of the science division. The young mech did his job well, albeit often unwillingly. Starscream was a very stubborn individual and frequently argued with his subordinates, not to mention the many occasions when he clashed with his leader. Megatron pressed his orders, Starscream refused to back down. The results were often interesting to watch. The Seeker was still that fiery defiant mech who chewed him out back then in the collision that introduced them.
Not many dared to defy Megatron like the other did. In fact, he believed Starscream was the only one. Pity. Megatron would have promoted him and used him to better effect if he had been easier to speak with. He had been observing Starscream for some time now and he had to admit that the other intrigued him greatly.
The Seeker really had a fine figure for a mech. He was lithe and graceful as opposed to the bulky and heavy-set majority of the Decepticons. Soon Megatron found his vision following Starscream whenever he saw the other, admiring the way his thin waist curved and the lines of his slender legs, not to mention that perky aft just begging to be groped at.
Megatron grinned as he pictured the lithe mech in his lap, his breath hitching as the warlord allowed his hand to slide down a wing until he cupped Starscream's aft and kneaded firmly. He didn't deny that he wanted to touch the Seeker's frame. Everyone knew that Seekers were pleasurable company, and Megatron was surprised that the entire army didn't jump Starscream by now. Fine by him though, he wanted to claim Starscream for himself...
"Lord Megatron, this compiling report for the army's expenses this orbital cycle is finished. Would you please go over it?" Shockwave interrupted his drifting fantasies.
"Of course, after I am done with this batch. Thank you for your work, Shockwave. You are dismissed for now."
His loyal second-in-command inclined his helm in acknowledgement and left silently. Now that Starscream had lost his barrier, he was beginning to feel uncomfortable in being directly exposed under Megatron's scrutinizing gaze. He slumped down into his seat further.
Megatron decided to have a little fun with him. Starscream was always so interesting to tease, since he took everything so seriously. Plus in the midst of war, he had been in the worries and duties of managing his army for too long. Even a warlord had his limits, so why not indulge in his fantasies just a little?
He got up and strode over to where he worked. Starscream heard his approach, and he forced himself not to turn around. But just as he keyed in the next string of figures, a heavy hand landed on his wing out of nowhere.
The Seeker yelped and finally twisted around to glare at the offending mech heatedly. This had gone too far. The snickers and all that were barely tolerable, and now this!
"What is your problem?!" Starscream snapped. At that every Decepticon stopped work and turned to observe the unfolding drama between the two. Everyone knew that such events were always worth to watch as a form of meager entertainment during the grim reality of war.
"Is this how you treat your superiors, my dear scientist?" Megatron didn't seem to care for the rudeness at all despite his words.
"You're touching my wings! They're private! Off limits! Now get your fragging fingers off before I rip out your fragging hand!"
Megatron ignored him. Instead he slowly trailed his digits down the edge of the wing, just barely brushing the edge of one Decepticon insignia. Starscream drew his breath sharply at the thrill of unwanted pleasure that came with the simple touch, a sudden wave of heat washing through his frame unbidden.
Wait, what? He wasn't actually feeling something for that pervert, right? Starscream slapped his leader's intruding hand off his wing.
"Now now. Behave, Starscream."
"Behave?!" The Seeker screeched in indignation, "You just came over and molested me without reason! Why can't you leave me alone?! Every time I catch you smirking at me, I wish I could pound in your fragging faceplates—!"
Starscream halted when he realized he just blurted out all his frustration to the very source. The consequences probably wouldn't be good, since Megatron did sometimes respond violently when one of his subordinates got out of the line. But Starscream could no longer bear with it anymore. He didn't care he had just yelled at his superior and was now regretting it. However Megatron seemed unperturbed, if not his smirk grew even wider.
"Can't I show my interest towards my favorite little Seeker?" He leaned to purr right beside Starscream's audios.
He shuddered again at the contact, and by the time he managed to compose himself and organize his jumbled thoughts into a more presentable form, Megatron was already gone.
When the day ended for the Decepticons, Starscream was already relaxing in his sparsely furnished room with a cube of rationed energon. He turned in early, for he could no longer concentrate on his work after the encounter with Megatron.
Can't I show my interest towards my favorite little Seeker?
The warlord had claimed him as his own. Did that mean he had officially declared some kind of interest in his second? Some kind of infatuation? Then he had a strange way of showing it.
Starscream scowled as he finished the watery energon and lay back on his berth. He hated dealing with complicated things like this. That was Megatron's department, not his.
He had been grateful when his leader immediately put him in charge of the Decepticon science division, a higher position than he expected. Although the division was often looked down upon by the others, since it seemed like the majority of the Decepticons were more brawn than brains, Starscream was content to conduct his work uninterrupted.
The Seeker had also hoped that Megatron would prove to be the same leader he had heard on the broadcasts, authoritative and regal in manner. But no! That fragger still remained that hardly-serious, laidback mech he had collided with the first day he joined. Additionally, Starscream discovered that he was surprisingly flamboyant and open with those he was familiar with. Many a times he had seen the warlord surrounded by some Decepticons, laughing heartily at some joke told by another. But most of the time he was just plain irritating, oftentimes behaving the exact opposite of the stately-leader image he casted. And that infuriating smirk of his! There were many times when Starscream wished he could claw it off his faceplates when Megatron gave him one.
According to his behavior, he had been interested in Starscream for some time now, except Megatron had never declared this interest like he blatantly just did in the command center. The Seeker always found it rather odd that the warlord paid him more attention than he did to his higher officers. Now that Starscream knew exactly why, he was annoyed instead. He held no affection for that buckethead or any intention to court him, no matter how appealing he looked with his tall frame and strong build.
Megatron was much older than him, for spark's sake! He was like a youngling compared to his leader. Not to mention that the warlord wasn't his type. Starscream had never planned to enter a relationship with any mech and didn't plan to for the rest of his life. He had somehow developed repulsion towards such things, for the Academy was filled with lovey-dovey Autobots often engaging in public display of affection shamelessly. Starscream frequently spent cycles ranting about this outrageous behavior to Skyfire, who just laughed it off and sometimes joined the Seeker in his disapproval. Even if Starscream wished for a lover (although this was highly improbable), he would never consider Megatron as a possible candidate.
Still, Starscream wondered at his touch, his blunt fingers resting on the thin sensitive sheet of metal that was the Seeker's wing. The contact had sent heat coursing through his frame and caused him pleasure he could not deny. It was the first time he allowed any contact to his frame like this. To his utter horror, Starscream found that he somewhat liked the tingling sensation of having his wings touched by Megatron's large hands. He had experienced a strange thrill of excitement he had never felt before when he thought how things might have progressed if they had been alone...
Starscream scowled deeply and tried to force those thoughts out of his mind. He didn't want that fragger near him… but he wouldn't have minded if Megatron touched his frame more intimately. It was illogical—it didn't make sense at all.
Megatron had made known that he was seeking for a mate some time ago. He was a popular mech, and soon there were thousands of suitors knocking on his door. Fierce competition raged among them in order to win Megatron's spark and soon fighting broke out. But news of this reached the warlord and in order to protect himself and his fellow Decepticons, he called off his proposal by declaring himself a single mech.
Starscream had just joined the army at this point, so he was blissfully unaware of this competition. It was after a certain incident involving alt-modes, the Stunticons and a random Blitzwing that he knew of it. The Seeker only scoffed, called Megatron an "interfacing-obsessed afthead" and continued in his work. He thought the entire incident was ridiculous. If Megatron wanted a mate, then why did he make such a private matter a public announcement? He particularly turned his army into some kind of a harem. From that time on Starscream became much less impressed by his leader. What kind of warlord brought his personal affairs into his troops in the midst of battle no less and acted as a flirt? Besides, what made him so popular? Was it Megatron's power, good looks, popularity or his charisma? That fragger didn't deserve them at all!
The craze had died down by now, although Lugnut still found chances to gift Megatron with high grade and other things. Shockwave also had many private meetings with him, and often emerged looking disappointed (as disappointed a faceless mech could look).
Megatron never took notice of anyone romantically or responded to the other mechs' courting attempts. Until Starscream came along.
He scowled. That fragger just outright told him that he liked him! Was he trying to get him killed by the jealousy that would soon follow? Why did he even declare his interest in front of the Decepticons when he could have done it when they were alone? Was he even interested, or did he only want an interfacing partner? Starscream didn't care for Megatron. He did not want to be dragged into this mating mess. He wasn't interested in starting a relationship at all and even took the effort to distance himself from the other Decepticons. It would not be exaggerating to say that Starscream always holed himself up in his lab neck-deep in work. He only associated with his coworkers and Megatron, from whom he had received much undesired attention.
He just wanted to achieve his best as the head scientist of the Decepticons and possibly get promoted one day.
With his leader infatuating over him? Unlikely, now that he knew one brush from Megatron's hand against any part of his frame would probably send him into highly inappropriate fantasies. Until then Starscream would just have to survive whatever happens next and stay away from his leader, who obviously held less-than-pure motives towards him.
Please review, so I can know whether I should continue this rather unusual depiction of this couple or not!