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Megatron awoke with a lazy grunt, sitting up and stretching his arms out. He looked down to find that Starscream was already gone. Not that it came as much of a surprise. He knew exactly where he'd be. The warlord left his quarters still rubbing at his tired optics and made his way down the hall. He opened the door to the twins' room slowly, careful not to make any loud noises that would wake the sparklings. He peeked his head in, an amused smile spreading across his face when he caught sight of his mate. The Seeker sat back in the rocking chair in the corner, Knightfall curled up in his arms. Both of them had fallen into recharge, but Megatron suspected Starscream had been the first to nod off. The large mech snuck into the room, closing the door quietly behind himself before making his way over to where his mate sat.

"Starscream…?" he whispered, placing a servo lightly on his mate's shoulder. Starscream awoke reluctantly, looking up at Megatron barely able to keep his optics open. The warlord gave him a smile. "You fell asleep again." He informed softly. The Seeker groaned, shifting slightly. "Then why'd you wake me up?" he grumbled out crankily, carefully rising to his pedes. Megatron raised a brow ridge as Starscream gingerly laid the black seekerling in his berth, careful not to wake him. "Not getting a lot of sleep, are you?"

The glare his mate gave him could have killed Unicron himself. It must have taken all of Starscream's willpower to keep him from screaming at the warlord right then. Of course, wanting to avoid having to get two wailing sparklings back to sleep made for good motivation to stay quiet. "I have to come in here and feed them every two hours, even at night. Do you know how long it takes to feed two newborn sparklings? I may as well not bother going back to our quarters half the time. I've hardly slept at all since they were born." the Seeker hissed out in a low tone. Megatron rolled his optics. "Don't you think you're exaggerating a little?" he whispered out. Starscream immediately balled his fists at his sides. The gladiator vented a sigh, preemptively turning down his audio sensor's sensitivity in preparation for both his mate's and infant sons' inevitable shrieking.

Surprisingly, the shouting never came. Starscream collapsed against Megatron, sobbing into his mate's chestplates. The warlord froze, unsure of what to do. He wasn't expecting this at all. He thought Starscream's random crying fits were supposed to stop after he had the sparklings. Megatron hesitantly wrapped his arms around his weeping mate, rubbing a servo gently over his back strut. The Seeker looked up at him with huge optics. "I just to be able to recharge through one night… Just one night…" he sobbed out, clutching onto the gladiator's shoulders. Megatron gave him a small smile. "I'd be more than happy to care for the twins for a night, love… But you're the only one who can feed them. I would if I could, but…"

"But you can… All you have to do is have Knock Out activate your feeding protocols…" Starscream replied. Megatron's optics widened instantly, a nervous smile appearing on his face. "B-but you're their carrier…" he argued weakly, stuttering uncharacteristically. "And you're their sire. Your energon is just as safe for them to have as mine. You're the only one that can do this for me." The Seeker explained. Then, seeing how his mate avoided optic-contact, he narrowed his optics. "You're… You're not embarrassed, are you?" he questioned. Megatron still avoided looking at him. He glared up at him again, letting out an angry growl.

"You are, aren't you?" he hissed out, barely remembering to keep his voice down. "I can't believe you… It's perfectly fine for me to have to wander around the ship for nine slagging months looking like I swallowed a two-wheeler whole, pretending I don't notice everyone laughing at me behind my back… Yet the mighty Megatron can't bear the thought of being seen feeding his energon to his own sons for a single night?" he growled, shoving himself out of the warlord's hold. Megatron's optics narrowed down at him. "Who's been laughing at you?" "Don't change the fragging subject!" Starscream whispered harshly, stubbornly fighting to keep his voice low despite his quickly rising anger level. Not low enough this time, apparently. The Seeker cringed at the sound of a sparkling's soft whining. He rushed over to Dawnbreaker's berth, gently running a servo across the infant's back and sensitive wings, trying to lull him back to recharge before he fully woke up and started to cry.

Meanwhile, Megatron took that opportunity to make an attempt for the door. He took all of about two steps before he felt a thin servo clamp onto his shoulder, claws digging into his armor to keep him from running. The warlord turned around to stare into Starscream's irate optics, their infant son staring up at him with wide alert optics from his spot against his carrier's chest as he absentmindedly stuck a tiny digit in his mouth. Well, Dawnbreaker wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon… The Seeker narrowed his optics at his mate. "And just where in the Pit do you think you're going?" he growled out through gritted denta. Megatron vented a small sigh of defeat. He was pretty sure there was only one answer to that question…

"I'm sorry, my Lord… You want me to what?"

Megatron let out a frustrated groan, rubbing his forehelm in an attempt to alleviate his aching processors. "I want you to activate my feeding protocols…" he growled out slightly louder than he had a moment ago. Knock Out bit his lip, fighting the urge to burst out laughing. "So… Why are you doing this? Can't Starscream handle his own sparklings?" the sports car asked with a smirk. He didn't think the Second in Command would last very long having to constantly care for the twins day and night. Actually, he was genuinely surprised the Seeker managed to last three weeks already. He was sure Starscream would be a sobbing wreck by the third day. "He can handle them just fine!" Megatron growled in defense of his mate. "He just needs some help is all…"

Knock Out couldn't help but smile at that. He'd expected the warlord to just leave everything involving the sparklings to Starscream. He never imagined Megatron would genuinely make an attempt to help care for them. Who knew Megatron would be a good sire? "Alright, go lay down on the medberth." The doctor ordered before wandering off. Megatron did as he was told, laying back against the medberth. Seconds later, the sports car reappeared carrying what was by now a very familiar cube of pinkish energon. The warlord's faceplates flushed slightly when he was handed the cube. "One of these a day, just like Starscream. The sparklings still need med-grade additives for a while yet." Knock Out explained. Megatron was hesitant, remembering how disgusted his mate had always been when he had to drink the treated energon. He vented a sigh before downing the cube as fast as he could. Even chugging it wouldn't prevent him from almost choking at the taste.

"Open up your abdominal plating whenever you're ready." The doctor ordered, standing patiently beside the berth. The warlord set the empty cube aside before letting the plates over his abdomen split open. His faceplates heated up immediately when he felt Knock Out's servo press against his bare protoform just above his gestation chamber. This wasn't exactly the kind of examination he'd ever thought he'd have to go through. The Aston Martin could tell how embarrassed the Decepticon leader was about the whole thing, but despite the strong temptation to tease his patient he rather enjoyed being alive.

The doctor removed his probing servo from his master's protoform just long enough to retrieve a small handheld device from the table behind him. He ran a wire to a data port under Megatron's chestplates, hitting a button on the device once connected. Seconds later he removed the wire, replacing the device where it belonged. Knock Out then slid his servo back where he had it before, pushing down lightly and earning an undignified yelp of surprise from the warlord. He pulled back for the final time, inspecting the small amount of energon on his digits. "Alright, that should do it. Starscream will be able to show you how to do the rest."

Megatron immediately closed himself up, eager to put an end to this awkward encounter. He hopped off the medberth, but before making for the exit he grabbed the doctor by the throat, eliciting a startled shriek as he was lifted up off the floor. "If you tell anyone about this, anyone at all, I swear to Primus I will rip your spark out and shove it down your intake! Do I make myself clear?" the warlord roared, bearing his razor sharp denta threateningly. "Y-y-yes! O-of course, Lord Megatron!" Knock Out squeaked before being dropped on his aft. Megatron left without another word, trying to look as casual as possible as he left the medbay.

Megatron made his way back to the twins' room, wanting to get it over with as quickly as possible. The sooner he took over for Starscream and let him get some sleep, the sooner he could give the two infants back to their carrier and get back to his normal work. He opened the door carefully, catching sight of his mate sitting in the corner feeding Dawnbreaker. "I don't suppose you've already taken care of Knightfall?" the warlord asked with a nervous grin. Starscream gave him a smirk, shaking his head. Megatron vented a sigh. "Didn't think so…"

He made his way over to the infant's berth, where the tiny black seekerling was energetically squirming around in what his sire could only guess was a miserable attempt at crawling. He was still far too young for that. Knightfall gave a small squeal as Megatron picked him up, cradling him against his broad chestplates. He turned around to see that Starscream had gotten up from the rocking chair, knowing it would be far easier on his mate to sit the first time around. "It's not that hard. You've seen me do this a hundred times already." Starscream reassured softly as the warlord took his seat, responding to the clearly nervous look on his face. Megatron sat the child in his lap, keeping the unsteady mechling upright with his servos as he let his abdominal plating split open. Knightfall immediately held his servos out expectantly, making his sire's faceplates flush in embarrassment. Starscream let out a chuckle. "Well, at least he doesn't have a problem with you feeding him."

Megatron reluctantly let the infant lay against his protoform, which was all he really had to do before... "Ow! What the frag?" the warlord growled. Starscream couldn't help but laugh again. "Did I forget to mention he likes to bite? It doesn't help that he seems to have inherited your denta." the Seeker teased as he lifted Dawnbreaker up to lay against his shoulder, allowing his abdominal plates to close. Megatron watched silently as Starscream rubbed the silver seekerling's back, gently rocking him to sleep. Hardly a minute later he laid the recharging infant in his berth before turning back towards his mate. "Thanks for doing this, love. I owe you one." He whispered, leaning down to press his lips against those of his mate. Megatron was disappointed when the kiss ended, but smiled up at Starscream. "Just make sure you get plenty of rest and we'll call it even." He replied softly. The Seeker returned his mates smile before making his way out of the room.

Starscream hadn't been gone more than ten minutes when the door opened again. Megatron furrowed his brow ridges in confusion. He couldn't be back already, could he? Unfortunately, it wasn't his mate who poked his helm in. "Lord Megatron? How are you holding up?" Knock Out asked, a smug grin spread across his face. The warlord glared daggers at the doctor. However, before he got a chance to retort, Breakdown made his way in. "Starscream, I've brought you your-" The large mech froze mid-sentence, optic widening. "U-umm… L-Lord Megatron?" he stuttered out, nearly dropping the cube of energon he'd been carrying.

"I thought I told you not to tell anyone!" Megatron hissed out in a low voice, wrapping an arm around the black seekerling still clinging to his abdomen in a poor attempt to hide him from view. Knock Out merely shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't tell anyone anything. Breakdown always brings Starscream his energon since he rarely has time to do much of anything between taking care of the twins. You left my lab before I got the chance to tell you to double your rations, so I figured I might as well just let him bring you Starscream's cube, since you're going to need it just as much as he would."

Suddenly, Breakdown let out a gasp. "W-wait… L-Lord Megatron… You're not carrying, are you?" Knock Out had to clamp a servo over his mouth to keep himself from laughing hysterically at the question. Megatron's optics were about as wide as they could be, his mouth hanging open slightly. What? Just… WHAT? Fortunately, it was Knock Out that recovered first. "No, no… It's nothing like that. Starscream's become exhausted taking care of the sparklings all by himself, so Lord Megatron volunteered to activate his own feeding protocols to help him out."

"Oh… Well… That was pretty nice of you. I… Uhh… I didn't know you could do nice." Breakdown commented hesitantly. Megatron let out a frustrated groan, covering his optics with his servo. "Breakdown… Just shut up and give me that slagging cube…" he growled. The blue mech stepped forward, taking Knightfall from his sire before handing the warlord the energon. A small smile spread across Breakdown's face as the seekerling stared up at him, babbling wordlessly. Knock Out let out a scoff, shaking his helm. "Why do you always make that face when you're holding the twins?" the doctor asked, folding his arms across his chestplates. "What? I love sparklings. I've always wanted to sire one of my own…" he replied, giving the sports car a sideways glance. Knock Out narrowed his optics. "No."

"Really? You mean to tell me you don't want one? Not even a little bit?" Breakdown asked, giving his partner a pleading smile. The doctor shook his helm. "No, not even a little bit. I can't stand sparklings. They're so loud, and needy, and they have more ways to ruin your body than anything else I've ever encountered." Knock Out retorted stubbornly. "Oh, c'mon… How can you say 'no' to that face?" the one-eyed mech argued, holding Knightfall out to the sports car. The little guy seemed to be in on it too, as he reached his servos out at the doctor, giving him a happy squeal. Knock Out vented a sigh, taking the seekerling from his assistant.

"Alright, so the kid's cute… I still don't w-" the Aston Martin froze as the infant let out a small hiccup, followed by the feeling of something warm dripping down his chestplate. Megatron gave an amused chuckle, glad it wasn't him for once. Breakdown immediately grabbed Knightfall back, staring down at his partner with a wide, terror-filled optic. Knock Out looked down at himself, one of his optics twitching slightly as he saw the mess the child left. He simply couldn't hold himself back. "That is absolutely disgusting! You see? You see? That is exactly the kind of thing I was just talking about! Oh Primus, this is so gonna strip my paint!"

Of course, the second the doctor stopped shouting was the very instant the room was filled with the sound of crying sparklings. Knock Out covered his mouth, but it was far too late. Out of the corner of his optic, he caught sight of the Decepticon leader as he rose from his seat. The sports car bolted for the door, but again he was too slow. Knock Out let out a yelp as a strong servo clamped onto his wrist, yanking him back violently. "You woke him up, you put him back to bed!" Megatron roared, pointing a digit towards Dawnbreaker's berth. Knock Out nodded his helm frantically, squeaking out a quick "Yes, m'lord!" The warlord released the doctor's wrist, but not before shoving a cloth in his servo. "And clean yourself up first. I don't need you getting that mess all over my son…"

Knock Out quickly whipped down his chestplates, grumbling to himself as he stormed past his assistant towards the silver seekerling's berth. "Dammit, I'm a doctor, not a babysitter…" he growled as he picked the wailing infant up. Breakdown let out a small chuckle as his partner struggled to calm the child, he himself already having gotten Knightfall down to a few soft sobs. Megatron settled back down in Starscream's rocking chair, folding his arms across his chest as he watched to two with an amused smirk on his face. Well, this wasn't all that bad. Maybe he should get them to help his mate with the twins from now on…

Starscream let out a small groan as his optics blinked online. He stretched out across the big empty berth with a pleasant smile on his lips. That had to have been the single best night of recharge he'd ever had. Well… It might have been better if his mate were there with him, but he wasn't about to start complaining about it. Speaking of which, the Seeker was sure Megatron must have been driven up a wall by the sparklings' constant need for attention by now. He'd better go rescue him before something bad happens…

Starscream soon eased the door to the twins' room open slowly, walking in as silently as he could. What he saw rather surprised him. Breakdown was sitting on the floor against the wall, snoring lightly. Knock Out was curled up next to him, his helm resting in his arms which were folded across his partner's lap. Megatron was fast asleep sitting in the rocking chair, though the infant cradled in his arms seemed to be the only one in the room that was wide awake. The Seeker smiled, making his way over to his mate. Dawnbreaker's optics lit up the second he saw his carrier approach, holding his little servos out and making nonsensical sparkling noises. Starscream let out a chuckle, gently picking the child up, careful not to wake his recharging mate in the process. "You two weren't causing too much trouble for your poor sire, were you?" he asked softly as the silver seekerling clung to his chestplates. Well, at the very least now his mate knew what he had to go through every night.