Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers characters, robots, environments etc, etc. Any OC, robot or location not recognisable is mine.

Rating and Warning: T for hints of naughty things being done. Fluff. Language. Violence. OOCness. Rating upped! Not to be taken too seriously anymore. Currently Un-Beta'd!

A/N: I didn't really plan to make this into a multi chapter story. Oh well… do enjoy this update. I know I did.

…- Reasonable -…

Megatron believes he is a reasonable mech.

This fact has been proven a million times over thanks to a certain backstabbing Second in Command. How many times has he proven to be a very reasonable leader? Time and again, for countless vorns Starscream has attempted more assassinations then Megatron cares to remember. And he has, time and again, punished the wild seeker for his actions. In all fairness, Megatron has had every right to simply offline his Second. At least a billion times.

But he hasn't.

Every time that he had the seeker trapped and punished and begging for his mercy the tyrant had relented and spared his favourite little traitor so that in time Starscream could repay him for his generosity.

So in all fairness, he believes he's very reasonable right now.

"No! Let go of me!" The shrieking of his SiC is hurting his audios and sends a painful throb through the gladiator's processor with every pitch it makes. Starscream is trying to kick him in the knees with powerful legs and bite him with sharp denta, but Megatron keeps him trapped in his arms, causing the other to flail aimlessly. It's during times like this Megatron is glad he is that much bigger then the seeker. Now his SiC can only snap at his face with razor teeth, barely missing his chin if the larger mech keeps his head high enough.

A carrying mech goes through several stages during the long, long cycles he is with child. The emotional aspects of the carrying cycle vary from mech to mech. One can become very emotional, while another might not be affected at all. With glitching carriers, like Megatron, some emotions might not be sending through correctly, causing them to barely experience these emotions, while others are filtered through with more vehemence then is necessary. If this is the case, carriers will often be 'stuck' in the emotions they can experience.

Megatron, thankfully, has only two emotions. The Decepticon warlord can either be deeply pleased with what is going on, or angry.

Right now, Megatron's default emotion seems to be anger, making him a little more violent then usual.

"Stop squirming." He grinds out, getting more aroused then is appropriate by the way his seeker is moving against his chassis.

During the carrying cycle, creators interface and/or merge their sparks more often. The carrier enters a so called bonding cycle, which is in many aspects the same as a heat cycle. By interfacing and spending more time with each other, the bond between creators is strengthened so it will be solid when the newspark is born.

The silver mech lowers his head and snaps at the other's lips, keeping Starscream trapped with his own denta. His seeker screeches again, the sounds muffled when Megatron slams their mouths together and rubs the smaller mech's glossa with his own. A rumble escapes the carrying gladiator, his spark acting up in wanton desires again. When Starscream manages to break the kiss Megatron just lifts the seeker a bit higher in his arms, the seeker barely able to touch the ground with his peds. His SiC can't do much else then snarl with indignant arousal when his larger mate runs his lips and sharp teeth over the seeker's neck, forcing the snarl to turn into a purr.

Then Starscream remembers what he is supposed to be doing. "Stop it! I have a million things to do! We have to be ready for the Autobots! And I'm still sore from last time!" Volatile as they are, even seekers can get enough of the nasty. "I'm not a machine fraggit!"

Technically, he is a machine, but we'll not get into that right now. For the sake of the plot.

With a growl Megatron slams the seeker into the ground with a little more force then necessary, but the tyrant is a little too pent up to care. With a loud clang and an even louder screech Starscream ends up in an awkward position at his feet, fearfully staring up at his lord. Megatron stares the smaller mech down, telling him with his furious glare that this is going to happen. Another possessive growl emits from the tyrant's vocals, and Starscream isn't sure if he should become scared or aroused.

So he settles on both.

Megatron, with heightened senses notices the change in his Air Commander and rumbles again, optics travelling over the seeker's body with appreciation shining in them. After taking in every inch that belongs to him the warlord locks his optics with the flyer's, lips parting in another snarl when anger and arousal brew anew. The next command that leaves his vocals has the seeker shrink back into the ground.

"Spread 'em."

Isn't he just a charming coat of rage and hormones?

Meanwhile, Soundwave is outside and trying to keep an eye on everyone. Thankfully, he is feared enough amongst the ranks to scare the working Decepticons on the ground into submission. He is having a bit more trouble keeping the seekers in the air on their toes. Without Autobots to fight and keep them occupied, the two trines simply irritate each other. It's no secret that the Coneheads want to take the role of Command trine so they constantly bother the two members of the current Command trine. Thundercracker and Skywarp keep them at bay, but without Starscream in the air the seekers will just frag about until a real fight begins.

For everyone else, meaning the grounders and the remaining flyers in the air; if they don't do what Soundwave wants, the TiC will simply sick their very hormonal overlord on them. Megatron might be 'busy' now, but when he is done and has had his much deserved and much needed nap, he will revert back to being a heavy, angry, hungry carrier. And Starscream will be too worn out and sore to act like his leader's favourite punching bag, meaning someone else will have to fill in for the tri-coloured seeker. And the TiC knows when to start running long before others know.

Soundwave himself inwardly cringes and cuts his psychic link with Megatron when the Decepticon lord gets down to business, again. In his own opinion, the TiC highly believes this is neither the time nor the place to interface. Then again, it was quite a feat getting here without their lord exploding in a fit of rage. Soundwave has witnessed his lord jump his mate in the air once and try to interface with the SiC while freefalling. And that was once too many.

He releases air through his vents in a quiet sigh. The last few weeks have been difficult.

The TiC eyes a group of 'cons going back into the main building of the factory to get more cubes of raw energon. Turbo engines roar overhead, signalling one of the seekers flying over and checking the domain. It's Skywarp, the psychic can tell. They probably have him to thank for the astonishing obedience coming from the rest of the army. It has been ages since the Decepticon army functioned as well as it is doing now. Normally, the Constructicons would do half of their work over energised. Normally, the seekers would seek their fellow flyers out and flirt in the air. Normally, they would act like a bunch of uncontrolled lunatics trying to steal as much energon as possible before making a break for it after getting their afts handed to them by the Autobots. But thanks to the purple and black teleporter, nothing like that has happened yet.

Three minutes.

On that fateful day two few weeks ago, it had taken Skywarp exactly three minutes to inform their entire faction that their lord was expecting a sparklet without the use of the communication links. And Megatron being Megatron, no one had dared to say something negative about it. Lest they wanted to get a fist to the faceplates. Not that Megatron had any reason to become aggressive towards anyone as most 'cons seemed to be rather positive when they received the news. Sometimes, Soundwave feels deeply smug because he can read another bot's mind.

A loud keen echoes from the building behind the TiC, momentarily halting his thoughts. Wearily, the Third turns his visor to the grey building behind him, where his Commanders are… going at it. If Starscream is getting louder, it means they are nearly done.

Yeah… fantastic…

Soundwave is happy he knows this…

Inside the building, hidden from prying optics, one mostly silver mech collapses on top of a smaller, tri-coloured one. With vents still overworking Megatron lowers himself onto the heated body of his mate, finally sated and feeling some of the tension leaving his aching wiring. Starscream wriggles a little bit beneath him, trying to recover from the rough interfacing, trying to find his voice but his strained vocaliser has seen better days. More pressure is added to the seeker's sore back, wings and chestplates when the other gets comfortable on top of him. They have recharged together often enough, but that was with the seeker on top of the gladiator. Reverse their positions and Starscream wound be a very flat seeker by the time Megatron would wake. "Meh… Mega…" But the seeker is interrupted by the ominous sounds…

…of snoring.

Lips part to release a screech of fury, but that is the time the seeker's vocaliser breaks down with a distinct click and whirr. Starscream can scream and bitch all he wants, and does so for a good few minutes. The soft clicking of his vocaliser isn't waking the larger mech. The flyer lowers his legs from the other's hips, feeling the strain on his hips and lower back. He struggles his arms free from beneath the tyrant's large bulk, placing a hand on each large shoulder and pushes. Megatron moves an inch, maybe a little more, but that is pretty much as far as the tyrant goes.

A rumble escapes the large mech, puffing hot breath over the smaller mech's neck. Starscream inhales deeply and tries to push the other mech over, just to get him off so he can get outside and see how Soundwave is doing. Slowly but surely, the large mech begins to move inch by inch. Just when the SiC readies himself to shove and throw the mech off, Megatron moves in his recharge and breaks whatever concentration Starscream had. Something inside of the seeker gives when the weight once again lowers on his light body. Frustrated clicks leaving his vocaliser, the smaller 'con curses his leader in every language he knows. If he is going to be crushed to death by the mere sleeping form of the Decepticon lord, he will offline while cursing the bastard to Pit and back.

All the while, the gladiator remains blissfully asleep.

After a little while Starscream tires himself out, but he isn't giving up this easily. What any normal mech would do is switch their communicators on and call for help. But he still has his pride, and the seeker refuses to contact anyone about his situation. What will he tell them? That he and Megatron just had it off, which by the way is not a secret anymore? And that he needs someone to haul the silver warlord off his chassis, because Megatron fell asleep after his climax, oh and that he is, by the way, still sheeted inside of the smaller mech?

Abso-fragging-luteley not!

With a hiss the seeker relaxes, deciding to wait this one out, blissfully unaware that from the shadows, a pair of mischievous little Casetticons sneak out under the cover of darkness.

Outside, Soundwave shoots one of the attacking Autobots down, trying to lead Decepticons to defend the factory and their precious stolen cargo. Thankfully, their enemy focuses on the factory itself, thinking Megatron might be inside and waiting for them. Soundwave tries contacting either of his Commanders, but with no such luck. No response whatsoever, meaning he will have to deal with the Autobots himself.

The double pitter patter of tiny peds make their way towards the brooding mech.

Turning sharply, the TiC feels dread settle in the pit of his spark when the little cassettes emerge from the very building his Commanders were… going at it…

"Boss bot!" Frenzy cheerfully calls out, secretly loving the shocked feelings coming from his creator. "What we just saw… wow…" Rumble points out, grinning madly at the large Decepticon. The twins begin to antagonise their creator with details of what they saw. Although they know what Megatron and Starscream were doing, they love to tease the psychic, since Soundwave is still rigorously convinced of their pure innocence. Many excuses flip through his processor like the pages of a book, but the more Soundwave thinks of, the scarier the feeling in his spark. He's already used all of them, and he can't think of some new excuse.

Megatron and Starscream were trying to exercise. Did that one! Megatron was helping Starscream find an optical lens. No! Megatron fell on top of Starscream. No, he's used that one four times now! Starscream fell, and Megatron was trying to help him up. Oh please, not even Soundwave believes that one. They were dancing…!

…really Soundwave?

"Hey… boss?" The twins fall silent, noticing the state of mind the TiC has entered. Rumble turns to his brother, a little bit concerned for the large mech's wellbeing.

"Think we went too far?" His twin stares at him. "Naah. He's fine."

The twins turn their optics back to their large creator, just in time to see an even larger bot slam into the TiC. The Prime, accompanied by three of his men easily overpowers Soundwave due to the psychic having a mental meltdown.

The commotion isn't lost to he trapped seeker inside of the building. Starscream pushes himself up as far as he can, trying to peek over the large silver shoulder at the only entrance of the room. Or course, they are uberly big robots and can slam themselves through the puny stone walls if they want to, but the seeker has more important matters to attend to. His intakes stall for the slightest of moments when his audios pick up a sound over the snoring and purring of his mate.

Someone is coming.

Two someones!

When the seeker picks up on their Autobot signals he begins to wriggle again, pushing against the broad shoulders with his hands and managing to sort of move his mate. Something in the seeker's back gives in again and he feels something else crack. A loud click leaves his throat but his mate simply refuses to move. Starscream lowers his head on the ground with a rather harsh thud and offlines his optics. Someone shoot him now.

"Did ya lose an optical lens?" Oh…

Oh…

Too low.

All Starscream manages to do is glare from behind the wide, silver shoulder. The Autobot spy Jazz, who made the comment just now, whistles as he stares at the pair of 'cons still wrapped around each other on the concrete floor. The other, much smaller Autobot Bumblebee circles the pair for a bit, confusion shining in his bright blue optics. "What do you think you're doing?" He tries to intimidate the Decepticon Commanders, his voice losing power because of his bewilderment. "They're dancing." Jazz helpfully informs, unable to keep the laughter from his vocals.

"Alright you two, out and up." The larger Autobot steps closer to the pair, gun pointed at the large silver mech. Starscream nearly freaks when the 'bot gently nudges the warlord with a ped. Not enough to wake Megatron, thank Primus, it just causes the tyrant to mix a purr into his snoring. Frantic clicks begin to leave the seeker's broken vocaliser when Jazz nudges the grey mech again. The Autobot is quite humoured by the clicking, but the anxious waving of Starscream's free arm concerns him somewhat.

Don't wake him! The seeker is pleading, pleading with his bright red optics. Don't wake him! With this one beseeching stare Starscream hopes, begs to Primus himself they don't wake his mate. Megatron is a difficult mech that, when denied of his little in between naps, will fly off the handle like an atom bomb. Jazz has enough insight to know when something is wrong but unfortunately, his younger companion doesn't get the hint.

A very loud clang in the form of a kick to the warlord's upper leg disturbs the peace and tranquillity. Starscream falls deadly silent, hand still outstretched in mid-wave at the Autobot spy. Ruby optics flare up in cold fear when the ominous rumble escapes the Decepticon lord's vocals. Fury, indescribable fury cascades from the tyrant's form in waves that almost burn the seeker's sensitive wings. With a strangled noise escaping him Jazz pulls his younger companion backwards, creating distance between himself and the onlining Decepticon warlord. Starscream in his turn, pretends to be dead.

Blazing bloody optics online slowly, anger vibrating through the silver mech's chassis. Megatron growls as his mood setting turns to anger again.

To make a long though very interesting and exiting and thrilling story short, the slag hit the fan.

About half an hour has passed, and Megatron has yet to calm down. He screams insults and disparagements at the Autobot Commander on the ground, yelling that Optimus had no right to disturb a carrying mech from his recharge cycle. The Prime, torn between strong confusion and great terror, has yet to try and defend himself while Megatron pummels into him with an arm he tore from the Autobot Second in Command. Other Autobots have taken cover, unsure if they should intervene or not. Some would say not, seeing as the two faction Commanders always go at it.

No matter how weird this situation is.

On the other side of the factory, looking down from a protracting ledge several Decepticons look down on the strange display that is their Commander beating another with an arm.

"Shouldn't we… do something…?" Skywarp questions out loud when a particularly obscene comment leaves the tyrant's vocals. "Estimated time of Megatron calming down: Ten minutes." Soundwave calculates, having recovered from his little break down. A frizzing processor is so not fun to have. He will have to give his little cassettes a very good talking to when they get back to base. "That's what you said ten minutes ago. And twenty minutes ago…" Skywarp retorts, grinning up at the psychic and flicking with his wings. The TiC is not very pleased with the teasing tone of voice. "Suggestion: Frag off."

Standing amongst them, Starscream has yet to say anything even though Hook just finished repairing his vocaliser. For the millionth or so time since Megatron entered his bonding cycle.

At his place as right wing, Thundercracker is the first to begin reasoning with his mate and leader. "Starscream…" The large seeker softly begins, drawing the attention of his Air Commander. Weary red optics turn to him, and Thundercracker feels bad for his trine mate. "You… need to get down there…" He stops right there, letting the words linger for a bit. Everyone there knows what Starscream will have to do in order to stop his mate from destroying the other Commander's sanity with what is left of an arm. The tri-coloured seeker turns his gaze back at the two Commanders and sighs, wings drooping and nervousness taking over. His intakes hitch once in half a sob, and his trine, Hook and Soundwave feel bad for him.

Thundercracker takes a step forward, putting a hand on the seeker's shoulder and forcing his trine leader to look at him. Skywarp fidgets on their left, optics darting between his trine and Megatron still shouting at the top of his vocaliser. "You need to… distract… Megatron…" The seeker's deep voice isn't soothing, not like it usually is. Starscream stares at him for a bit longer before fluids well up in the corners of his own optics.

"I don't want to!" He wails, flinging himself in the arms of his large trine mate. Sobs and incoherent wails escape the tri-coloured seeker's vocaliser, about how they just went in the grey building next to the factory, about how he is sore in more places then he cares to name, about how he really doesn't want to anymore.

"No I don't want to! I just faced with him! Nooo!" He screams and kicks while he is forced down the hill and to his fuming mate by the two seekers and the Decepticon TiC.

Left behind on his own Hook stares straight ahead. He calculates it will still be a long time before the sparklet is created. Long, he knows, and he feels sort of sorry for his Air Commander.

When will it be a good time to tell Starscream that Megatron's behaviour will only get worse in the upcoming months?