Starscream was settled on the aged ramp leading up to the Nemesis, his gaze locked on the bluish horizon of Cybertron. About every five seconds, the revived Omega Lock would blast out a quick arrow of energy that would repair a glorious building, ordering it to stand tall once more.
Starscream gently nibbled on his lower lip, recalling the taste of Megatron's mouth. It was salty and fiery like the energon concealed deep in the carcass of Cybertron, but there was also a peaceful sweetness, like pink saltwater taffy.
He wondered what flavors Megatron experienced from him.
The gray clouds overhead started to rip apart, revealing the moons to the cities awakening below. The rays cut down, bouncing off the the windows in the distance, dancing in celebration of the closure of the war.
A flaring light pierced the sky, rising up above the active Omega Lock. The indigo blaze altered course and began to zip rapidly towards the Nemesis, and Starscream recognized the simplistic color scheme of Thundercracker. The Seeker dropped to the ground, reverting back to his original form.
"What are you doing here?" Thundercracker strolled up to his friend, his clanking steps loud in the hushed field that the Nemesis was slumbering in. Thundercracker gazed down at a peculiar sight: organic dandelions poking out of the Cybertronian loam. "There's Earth flowers here."
Starscream stretched his neck, attempting to get a better view of the finding. "Cool," he muttered. Something to tell Shockwave to research.
Thundercracker resumed walking, and he daintily kneeled down beside Starscream, the suspension present in his thighs wheezing. "Why aren't you at the Lock? It is wonderful. Megatron, Optimus, Arcee, and Shockwave woke up our planet again. Shockwave had some cybermatter stuff to help rebuild the lock. Not exactly sure what it was, but damn, it worked."
Starscream pretended to be hypnotized by the blossom.
Thundercracker sat down and removed a cloudy dust ball from one of Starscream's scratched chest propellers. He flicked it into a current of wind swimming by. "Megatron wanted you, not Shockwave. He was asking everyone if they had seen you. The guy really likes you, Scream."
"We both like each other now."
"Oh, so it's official?"
Starscream sluggishly dragged his dirty knees to his chest, his heels scrapping against the silvery ramp. "I guess."
"Then what's the matter?"
"We made out in the hangar before we left -"
Thundercracker clamped his hands around Starscream's shoulder, his face erupting in a glorious grin. "Oh!"
"Yeah, we kissed a bit." Starscream tried to hold in his smile, caressing the stupendous memory in the clutches of his mind. "I want it again."
"Then get it again!" Thundercracker bounced up, as if he was being tugged around by an energetic puppeteer, and he attempted to haul Starscream along to reunite him with his suitor.
Starscream snatched his arm away, Thundercracker's rambunctious actions hurting him. "But I want something else, too."
Domination, a devilish voice crowed in the shadows of his consciousness.
"I want to have something more with Megatron," Starscream hastily continued. "I want more than touching and nuzzling; I want us to be companions. I want to know him."
Thundercracker nodded compassionately, empathetic towards his comrade's confusion. "Trust me: you two will get to know each other. Just stay close to his side, especially in a time like this. Sharing powerful memories will be the backbone of your relationship. He needs you, and you really need him. I can tell something is upsetting you, but it is not my place to help unless you ask for it. Also, if you think you are moving too fast, just tell him. Communication is really important."
"No, I like it all."
"Good, good. Now," Thundercracker extended a lax hand toward Starscream. "let's go watch Cybertron return to us."
. . .
The Omega Lock sang, the plumes of energy gathered in the massive ring above producing the curious harmony. A string of pulsing electricity flung itself toward the north, fading from sight as it traveled countless miles.
Megatron set his palm on Starscream's back, his thumb slowing moving back and forth, rubbing against Starscream's alloy. "I'm so happy," the former Decepticon leader merrily whispered to his lover.
Starscream tenderly leaned his head against Megatron's muscular side, and he gently shut his optics, feeling the thunderous power of the Omega Lock as it ejected yet another healing ray. "Wanna go for a flight later?"
Megatron looked down at Starscream, who was now slowly moving closer to him. Soundwave was staring emptily from a couple meters away, pondering about what he was viewing. The snuggling couple had also captured the attention of a few other Cybertronians, but the majority of the audience was transfixed by the Omega Lock. A blossoming romance was nothing compared to what they had waited eons for.
"Yes, but I want all of Cybertron to be awake when we do it. To finally feel the breeze again, oh Primus."
"And not because we are trying to shoot someone or escape."
"Exactly."
Megatron pushed his rounded, fit leg against Starscream's boxy thigh, relishing in the sensation of almost all of his figure being in contact with his sweetheart's. Megatron wanted to smooch him again, but such an act would possibly initiate a stir in the individuals around them. They were recognized as the conflicting warriors, not companions.
A sudden shudder barreled through the interior of Cybertron, and Starscream's eyes snapped open, cautious of what was happening. The Omega Lock gathered power, its limbs igniting with streams of azure fire.
"What's happening?" someone shrieked from the crowd.
Megatron swept in front of Starscream, shielding him from whatever the Lock was preparing to unleash upon its onlookers. The ring of energy curled in on itself, forming what appeared similar to a neutron star. The star crushed itself into a disk before splitting, shooting shards of light off into the distance.
And the Omega Lock slept.
The Cybertronians would have been consumed by threatening darkness, but the city off in the distance was bursting with light, welcoming them into its synthetic care. The air erupted into the racket of gears and T-cogs rotating rapidly, and Cybertronians, in their alternate forms, rushed off, clouds of dust billowing behind them.
Shockwave grumbled past, his treads not as speedy as the wheels or wings the others possessed. Ravage perched atop him, barking joyfully at Lazerbeak as he swirled overhead, carrying Soundwave's cassette in his hooked bill. Buzzsaw followed behind, his flight somewhat disturbed by the load of other cassettes he was bravely attempting to ferry.
Optimus ushered the last few Cybertronians away towards their new lives, and he proudly meandered over to Starscream and Megatron, who were watching the crowd vanish. "Thank you," Optimus said, his voice wavering as lubricant filled his optics.
Megatron embraced his mighty brother, and they pulled apart. Megatron whispered to Optimus for some time, and Optimus' eyes flicked this way and that as he concentrated on what Megatron was confiding to him. He nodded a few times. Optimus kindly smiled before transforming, rumbling away into the night.
"What did you tell him?" Starscream asked. "Or if you don't want to tell me -"
"I told him I am happy that boulder he dislodged crushed me. I have become who I truly am, and I am excited to help rebuild Cybertron with him and the rest of our kind." Megatron gently tugged Starscream's arm, pulling him into the pearly moonlight. The milky glow softened Megatron's features, making him appear almost angelic, like a seraphim ready for take off.
"May I have this flight?" Megatron let go of Starscream and gracefully held out his hand, as if beckoning him to join him on a mansion's ballroom floor.
Starscream slipped both of his hands into Megatron's extended fingers, and they rose into the navy night, the engines affixed to their heels propelling them forward.
"Thank you, Starscream."
"For what?"
"For staying by my side all these lightyears, and now that I am finally here, the real me, we can grow old together, preventing war from ever happening again."
Starscream firmly pressed his orange cockpit to Megatron's chest, and he placed a ginger kiss on Megatron's forehead. "You're welcome. We also need to get you a helmet."
Megatron released a hearty laugh, finding it comical his lover would focus on something so miniscule compared to what had just occurred with the Lock. "We'll get a new one, don't you worry."
Megatron transformed, his wings gigantic and bulky compared to the lean airfoils that Starscream possessed. Starscream converted into his signature jet, and he blasted forward, cockily boasting his speed. He swiftly fell back and performed balletic loops around Megatron, the breeze shrieking over his rudders.
As they began passing over the city, Starscream traveled at his lover's side, and Megatron teasingly knocked Starscream around, using his wing to flip Starscream's aileron upward, causing him to inadvertently swoop in the incorrect direction. Starscream shriek in surprise, and he barrel rolled back over, grumbling under his breath. He should have known that Megatron was going to playfully fumble around with the segments of his wings.
They continued to lightly tip each other's wings, and their purring engine's fire felt warm in the frozen night. The flight gave them the wonderful ability to admire the city bursting with life below.
Oh, and how Starscream was going to love ruling all of it.
