Disclaimer: I own nothing – at least nothing Transformers related.
AN: One last chapter for this and the coming week. Totally according to the German saying: "In der Kürze liegt die Würze."
Translated: "Brevity is the soul of wit."
Corrected by mdnytryder. Thanks.
7/28 Well Shagged (G1)
Every Decepticon on Earth new exactly what had happened last night.
How could they not?
They were damn sure that even the Autobots had heard the moaning and crying, screaming and panting and other surprisingly very delicious noises their Second in Command could make if he was in the right mood.
And Primus, had he been in the right mood yesterday.
No Decepticon had really gotten any recharge, even after Starscream's vocalizer had finally blown out. Either they had to put up with the crashes and occasionally sounds from his partner that could still be heard, or because they themselves were now in the mood for some "activity", or because they puzzled about the very question that now, the day after, every 'Con asked himself, or the others around him.
Finally, someone got up the nerve to actually ask the most important question in the world right now:
"Who?"
Starscream, seated in front of a control panel on the bridge, spared a glance at his eager, and for once completely silent audience – in more than one meaning of the word – all willing to hear what he would say, practically drooling for all the nasty, dirty little details.
He leaned back until the chair gave an ominous creak, and put his feet comfortably on the panel. Showing himself in all his beautiful glory, and smirking this strange little smirk that no 'Con present had ever seen before - but made some of them wish, others truly beg to Primus that they actually had been the mech who had shared the berth with him the night before - he said saucily,
"Wouldn't you like to know?"