Talents: PG (sexuality)

Inspired by art by kaddson. The picture: http : / / tinyurl . com / 89vj968 (you will need to remove spaces to access link)

A/N: Prior to the events of the TV show.

"I'm a mech of many talents," Starscream said. "Leadership is one of my greater qualities."

Megatron glanced up from his high grade, red optics flickering. Curiosity quickly replaced by confusion with just a hint of suspicion. He wasn't sure if he liked or distrusted the half-leer on the Seeker's face. Starscream had two patented grins - plotting or fretting. The latter usually when he tried - and ultimately failed - to hide his anxiety or fear to the Decepticon leader. This one, however, was positively radiating thick, oily desire. Not entirely unexpected, just a blue moon sort of event. Megatron could, perhaps, choc it up to the high grade they had been consuming. They drank and ate merry after thieving and bleeding dry a vital Autobot outpost, something they reserved only for immense victories as this.

Starscream wasn't overcharged, as the few times he had been around Megatron, he had never displayed any sexual inclinations. Mostly he was just more vocal and even more cowardly - bold enough to whine about Megatron within a five feet vicinity, but even quicker to grovel and sob apologies. Either the energon was some special brew or Starscream was just high off the victory fumes, as tonight had been extra special for him.

Megatron had not noticed, in his contemplating the situation, Starscream moving toward him, so very, very close until the Seeker was parting his legs (and he let him, as if he had no control over his limbs) and slipping between them. Such a thin waist, but his shoulders wide, giving off a menacing, top heavy shadow. Megatron knew he could break Starscream, but he also knew the Seeker wasn't fragile.

"That has yet to be seen, Starscream," Megatron finally replied. "You are also a braggart, and hardly have you backed up most of your claims."

Starscream chuckled, something throaty. A cool smile on his face. He was hardly offended. "You haven't given me exactly enough room to," he paused, flitted his fingers and wings, "stretch my wings. However, I've proven thus far how important I am to your cause. The door to many new opportunities has been opened."

"Thus far," Megatron agreed. "But you have yet to prove your worth as tectonic or detrimental." He tapped a sharp claw against metal. "Sufficient, yes, but not monumental."

"My Lord," Starscream said, and he was moving back. Only for a moment, so he could slide up and along Megatron's leg. Both mechs gave low rumbles against the warm contact. "You will see that you have chosen wisely to assign me as your second." Ah, yes, Megatron got it now - the Seeker was drunk on his pride, so giddy; Starscream had been promoted to second in command after the Autobot bunker and power house was destroyed. He had, indeed, earned his place, but Megatron knew he chose to forget the fact the previous SIC had been killed so he could swiftly take the poor soul's place. "Surely superior to my witless, trigger-happy predecessor." Really, it had been his predecessor's fault he wound up a stain on the battlefield.

"Or maybe it's only temporary?" Megatron gibed. He kept a straight face as he wrapped a large hand around the Seeker's curved aft. Pulled the surprised mech closer, and he twitched, quickly bracing a hand to Megatron's thigh. "Did you ever stop to consider that?" he continued. An eyebrow climbed at the sudden alarm in Starscream's optics. "You are not as irreplaceable as you have come to believe, Starscream."

"Even then," Starscream swallowed, slight concern in his content features, "I would not consider myself expendable, either."

Megatron's other hand rested on Starscream's hip. "Not yet, at least." His claws scratched metal and Starscream flinched. "Though, rest easy," he said, "as I am on your side, so to speak, and hold high expectations of you. Your concern is understandable and reasonable, however." He bumped his chest to the Seeker's.

Starscream's grin was brushing against his frown. "You've nothing to worry about, Master," he crooned. Second hand to Megatron's side, his optics remained open as he kissed his leader. Megatron was firm, did not respond to the kiss. The gentle glide of tongue over his lips, pressing against pointed denta. They stared into each others eyes, spark pulses thudding in their ears with the distant, obnoxious cackling and rambunctious howling of their inebriated companions far away.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Megatron kissed back, and didn't take long to claim the Seeker's mouth. Starscream shuttered his optics and groaned against the tyrant's lips, digging claws ever-so carefully into silver steel. He began to ride in slow but heavy strokes along Megatron's leg, chest bumping and grinding and the Decepticon leader expressed grattitude by gripping and soothing heavy circles into the Seeker's plating.

Whether making Starscream second in command of the Decepticons was a good or bad idea was unknown, but it certainly did not matter right now. It was a time of celebration, and backstabbing could always wait for tomorrow's hangover.

END

I was not implying Starscream was going to thank Megatron by screwing him, but rather, yes, he's in a damn good mood.