Will write more today, all hell broke loose here and this is what I've got for now. You will get cybercookies if you review and/or fav. Thanks to all my readers. Review and you will get recognized for your love! Me no own Transformers. Ok? Ok.
Starscream woke to the sounds of rustling sheets and a gentle fan blowing. It must have rained last evening, even though water was scarce on Cybertron, clouds still formed from time to time, mostly when they were near enough to a star to get enough heat. Starscream had to admire that kind of morning, a gentle, cooling fan blowing the air around his wings, the dim light of the morning barely creeping its way into the room, all while he laid in bed and listened to his lover's cooling system intakes and exhales. The temperature was a cool 60 degrees Fahrenheit, and the blankets that were somewhat strewn around the resting couple were keeping them moderately warm, while letting the cool air relax their frames. It was the few times like this that one just wanted to remember for the rest of their function… these peaceful, quiet times…
Starscream turned to his lover, watching as the larger silver mech shifted so that he was looking towards him. The seeker smiled at him and ran a digit over the larger mech's spark chamber casing. To think… only a few weeks ago that spark chamber remained cold and dead…
"Morning my little star…" the Silver Tyrant whispered to his beloved. Starscream smiled as gently kissed the older mech's digits while pulling his own frame close to the other. He wrapped his taloned hands around the older mech's torso, nuzzling the profoundly bigger chest.
"Megatron…" he whispered back, resting his unprotected helm against the older mech's shoulder. Megatron pressed the younger mech's frame into his own and gently kissed his helm.
"How'd you sleep last night, love?" Megatron asked taking in the cool morning air as he held his younger lover.
"I always sleep well knowing you're here… and not getting blasted on the battlefield on some Primus forsaken planet filled with Organics…" Starscream said as he nuzzled the older mech, rearranging the blankets with his legs and wings retracting gently behind him. Megatron took a moment to run a sharp digit over his lover's wings.
"…you know… I've been thinking… since we bonded… where did you live in Vos? You never let that through the bond... or much about Vos in general, for that matter." Megatron asked the younger mech. Starscream opened his closed optics, staring at the older mechs chest for a moment.
"I… lived in the upper part of the city…" the younger mech admitted, which was true, just missing a larger portion of the story. Megatron raised a metal optic cover.
"Upper part? You seem hesitant to talk about it Starscream. After all, you did go to Iacon for the Science Academy… you don't just get into the Academy by being from the upper part of the city. How did you get in? Tell me love…" Megatron said as he ran a silver, battle scared digit over the younger mech's spark chamber.
"Well… I… I lived near the palace.." the young mech whispered. Megatron sensed uncertainty in the bond from his lover. Starscream wasn't telling him something, and it was starting to tickle his spark in curiosity.
Megatron suddenly got an idea and slid over the younger mech, making him yelp in surprise as he slid a digit into the seams of the younger mech's armor.
"Megatron!" he gasped. Megatorn smirked and started to take off the younger mech's armor, what little was on him at the time. Starscream moaned into the tight embrace that Megatron had suddenly caught him in. He started to rub the younger mech at a slow pace, then sped up. When Starscream moaned heavily, Megatron stopped and pulled back.
"Tell me… and I can make you feel wonderful my love." He laughed, figuring this would be a more fun way to extract information from his second in command and lover. Starscream smirked and leaned up to kiss the Silver Tyrant.
"Ok, ok… you win… I might have a relation to the ruler of Vos…" The young mech whispered. Megatron looked blank, realizing that Starscream had some form of royal lineage in him.
"You were related to Shootingstar? How so little mech?" he asked, starting to rub the spot that made Starscream moan whole heartedly. Starscream glared up at him in playfulness as he smirked. Megatron realized that the seeker wasn't going to give up the information easily, so he increased his endeavors. He pressed his unprotected crotch against the younger mech's port.
"Tell me love~" the older mech chimed. Starscrema laughed and smiled at him.
"Ok… I'm his mechling…" the flier said, leaving Megatron gaping like Bludgeon when someone asked him a history question.
"You're… you're the heir to the throne of Vos?" Megatron asked. "What in Primus's name were you doing in the military?" Starscream smiled playfully and pulled the older mech into kiss.
"Looking for the mech I planned to spend the rest of my function with…and trying to prove to my creator that I could be as great of a warrior as he was in his prime…" Starscream said as he kissed Megatron again. Megatron kissed back and allowed his hardened cable to slide into the younger mech's port, causing both to moan loudly. They started at a simple pace, and then sped up slowly as Starscream pulled the older mech towards him. Thrust after thrust, Megatron got more and more bold in his movements, causing Starscream to yelp when the older mech made him come, which was followed by the Silver Tyrant allowing his load to come inside the younger mech's precious, recently repaired port. He had to go see Hook later about... well, something that he wasn't sure he wanted Megatron to know about.
"I love you…" Starscream whispered as he broke the kiss. Megatron smiled his toothy grin and kissed him again.
"And I, you my falling star." Megatron replied.
Ok, I have to go to bed now… review please! I will write more tomorrow, but I made you guys wait long enough!
