WARNING: Graphic chapter ahead!
It was the twins' feeding time again, and Starscream was struggling to feed them both at the same time, while Megatron was at the table, calmly having some breakfast, as usual. Gemstone and Thundercracker were at the table. Gemstone had been acting a little weird that whole morning, and Thundercracker kept staring at her—even though Starscream didn't think he was aware that he was doing it.
"Can you help me out here for once, Megatron?!" Starscream demanded, feeling harried as he tried to keep the screaming sparklings from falling out of his arms. "They're your sparklings too, y'know!"
"Wish I could, Starscream, but I have more important things to do," said Megatron. "Taking care of them is your job."
"Megatron," said Gemstone quietly. "When was the last time you held them?"
"On their creation day, I do believe," Megatron told her.
"When two parents have a sparkling," Gemstone began, "both parents need to be there. You need to hold them and feed them too. Otherwise they'll grow up thinking you don't love them. They want to be close to you and Starscream."
Megatron looked doubtful, but little Megs stretched out his tiny arms and made a little squealing noise.
"See, he wants you." Gemstone smiled. Scooping Megs out of Starscream's hands, she carefully passed the little thing over to his other parent, the one who had claimed to have no time for him. When Megatron had baby Megs in his arms, Megs reached for one of the little miniature energon cubes sitting on the table.
"No, Megs," Megatron told him. "You can only drink the special sparkling formula."
"Take it," said Starscream, giving Megatron the full bottle.
It was a little awkward, but Megatron managed to feed Twin Number One while Starscream fed his brother, and finally, they were full.
"Well, you were hungry, weren't you, little sparkling?" said Megatron, holding Megs up.
Megs made a little whining sort of noise, then threw up all over his father. Starscream was unable to contain his joy, almost letting Stars fall out of his arms as he burst into laughter; Thundercracker and Gemstone were soon laughing too.
"Hey, that is not funny," said Megatron, red eyes flashing. "Take him back!"
"Well, it's all part of raising sparklings, Megatron," Starscream told him, smirking as he took the other twin back. "Besides, how was I to know that none of us knows how to take care of a sparkling—much less two?"
Stars floated up into the air again, his signal for when he was full and wanted to fly again. Thundercracker had invented a game for him recently, where he stuck one finger in the air and let Stars chase it around. It helped him develop the flying instinct and he never seemed to tire of it, so he could play and learn at the same time.
"Okay, that is just too cute." Gemstone giggled. "Even for me."
"Do you want to try it, then?" Thundercracker asked.
"Sure," Gemstone told him and started the game. Twitching his tiny wings and chasing after Gemstone's finger, Stars squealed with baby happiness and flew around surprisingly quickly.
"Listen, all of you, I've got to go on a mission today," Megatron told them, setting his breakfast energon down and standing up. "I probably won't be home until after dark."
"You mean I have to do all this sparkling stuff myself?!" Starscream cried. "Again?!"
"I'll give you your reward tonight when I get home," said Megatron, leaving no doubt as to what he meant. "Don't you three stop being adorable."
"Oh ha-ha, very funny," Starscream grumbled.
THAT EVENING…
Megatron was right—darkness had fallen, and he still wasn't back yet. Starscream couldn't wait for him to return, though, for a reward...a reward that he had planned.
Starscream waited in Megatron's office for him to return, and he felt himself perk up when he heard Megatron walk back into base. Starscream waited and waited…and finally, Megatron entered his office.
"I believe you've forgotten something, Megatron," Starscream said smoothly. "My reward?"
"Oh, yes," said Megatron, then started rummaging around in one of his desk drawers. "Hey, where are the handcuffs?"
"Looking for something?" Starscream sneered, holding up the handcuffs.
Before Megatron could react, Starscream tackled him and knocked him back onto the floor, then fastened the handcuffs around his wrists.
"This time," said Starscream, letting out an evil laugh, "I'm going to spike you!"
"NEVER!" hollered Megatron. "I will never take on the submissive role!"
"Is that right?" Starscream reached one hand down, in between Megatron's thighs, and stuck his fingers deep inside, one by one. To his satisfaction, the old mech was already getting wet. Tonight, Starscream would own him.
Just to get started, Starscream lay back on the floor, released his erect spike, and said, "Give it to me, Megsy."
"I will never suck your filthy spike," Megatron snapped.
"What's the matter?" Starscream sat up and grabbed Megatron's cheeks. "Afraid of a face-full of foam?"
"I'm not afraid of anything," Megatron told him furiously. "I just will not reduce myself to this level."
"No 'facing till you do," said Starscream, spreading his legs wide and gesturing downwards.
"All right, I'll do it," Megatron mumbled. "And you are going to enjoy it."
It went without saying that Starscream didn't get blow jobs from Megatron very often. Usually it was the other way around…wow. That felt really good. Of course, Starscream had been given blow jobs before, by countless femmes, but…
Starscream leaned back on the floor again and moaned in pleasure, which just encouraged Megatron. It got better by the second; Starscream's spike felt hot, tingling, like a volcano about to explode. It felt almost like an inviting, juicy, form-fitting valve, with Megatron's tongue massaging the shaft to a fault.
"Oh, I-I'm g-gonnaco—augh!" said Starscream, overloading into Megatron's mouth.
Megatron swallowed with a look of disgust. "How was that?"
"That was amazing," Starscream told him sincerely, then sat up again, bringing Megatron into an impromptu kiss. They kept making out for a while, during which time Starscream waited to get pressurized enough to penetrate. Yes, he would penetrate Megatron instead of the other way around! Normally, he wouldn't have been this bold…but this was the first time he'd been able to 'face with Megatron since the time the little twins had been conceived; consequently, his libido was at an all-time high. Inevitably, he was in heat again.
Megatron was handcuffed, but Starscream grabbed one of his hands and moved it up and down one wing, causing a feeling of ecstasy to pass through his whole body. Ever since he'd recovered from the twins' birth, his wings didn't hurt any more, and he felt like his old self once again. Having his slag buddy handling his wings, then, was making everything even better.
Once the time had come, Starscream quickly crawled out from under Megatron and kneeled in front of him, then (not without some difficulty) managed to pry his legs apart.
"What are you doing?" Megatron demanded. "Just returning the blow job, I hope."
"I'm the giver this time, Megatron, and you're the receiver," Starscream whispered, tugging a little at the shackles that bound his boss's hands.
"I will never—yaahh!" Megatron let out a yelp of surprise as Starscream shoved himself in, as deep and as hard as he could.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Starscream cooed. "Was that a little painful, Megsy? I'll try to be gentle."
"No one plays gentle with Megatron!" hollered Megatron.
"If you say so," said Starscream, setting a slow pace then getting steadily faster and harder as the session went on. It felt exhilarating to be the dominant once for once, to be in control, to be on top—literally and figuratively. Megatron was letting out hybrid grunt-moans, and Starscream was wailing in pleasure.
"WHO'S the leader?" Starscream continued his fast thrusts, loving the feeling of filling Megatron up and watching him squirm.
"Y-You are," Megatron mumbled, raising his hips to adjust to Starscream's speedy pace.
"I can't HEAR you!"
"YOU ARE!"
"Yes, yes, that's right!" Starscream cried, and kept riding the gray mech, who was moaning even louder now. Megatron was handcuffed, but Starscream might as well have lassoed him, because he really was getting his "reward" the way he wanted.
Their steamy, animal-instinct session kept going. If Cybertronians could sweat, they would both be covered in it right now. No matter—they were both soaking wet anyway. Starscream heard himself screaming as his overload hit, his hot, sticky transfluid flowing out into his lover shamelessly. Megatron overloaded too with a howl; Starscream collapsed on top of him and drew him into a sloppy kiss.
"Did you like it?" Starscream whispered in Megatron's ear, snaking along beside him and taking the handcuffs off, but Megatron just grunted again and tried to lift up his head. Starscream nuzzled his cheek. "I guess you're a little wore out then, huh? Maybe I have done this right."