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Chapter One: Night one, no need for word.
Megatron and Starscream were natural born-warriors, natural born-leaders. Their frames crafted for combat, their skills tuned for far more than just survival.
Their processors worked for the future and the past but never the present. They rarely cared about what they needed at a given moment. They only ate when a critical low-energy statement filled their vision, only slept when it warned them they were about to colapse, only relaxed when all enemies were dead, and they never really were.
They lived for conquest and victory, both of them, and nothing else was of interest to them.
Their down time – when they were not actively engaged on the field- was devoted to training, plotting, together, with their officers but more often alone, apart from each other, in the confine of their quarters.
The Decepticon's lord and his first lieutenant were as different as water and fire or, and the metaphor was more appropriate, as wind and metal.
Lord Megatron was, as strange as it might sound, an intellectual brute.
He was an heavy-built, ex miner, ex-gladiator, a poet and a fine psychologist. Very charismatic, he wielded his words as efficiently as his sword. he had no difficulty in attracting the desperate among Cybertron people and getting them to fight for him and for the hope his promises brought them.
Starscream- apologize, Air commander Starscream - was a light-weight, made for aerodynamics. Educated in the matters of science and technology, he was no dimwit. Trained in flight and combat from the day he was constructed, he was as dangerous as he was intelligent. He could have been the perfect war machine but his ambition and ego weighed more than his frame.
Megatron had made Starscream his second-in-command for his wits and skills and because these were legitimately complimentary to his own. He believed that, together, they formed a formidable machine, the best he could put together, despite the other's obvious flaws.
Starscream was a vicious, sadistic egoistical maniac...But Megatron had much respect for those traits of his character.
They had the very same vision of their future: They would become a victorious, universe-wide tyrant, at the head of the largest army ever built,
and they would have disposed of the other before that, of course, when their complementarity would no longer be of use.
And, the context of their partnership now clearly established, it was of no surprise that they had spats and violent arguments more often then not.
And given their respective built, those spats mostly always ended with a very angry Megatron and a blood-drenched unconscious Starscream.
Until...
The Lord and his commander were discussing strategy in Megatron's office. Door locked and soundproofing activated, as to insure confidentiality. Such measures were necessary since no less than 4 spies had been discovered and dismembered in the last Orn.
And as usually, the discussions wouldn't go smoothly.
“This plan is downright stupid” Starscream said, his comment as non constructive as it usually was when he just wanted to disagree with Megatron.
The warlord, finger pointed at the map between them, looked at the other's insolent face. “Would you care to elaborate on that?” he said, calmly.
Starscream just smirked at him and ripped the map off. Just bored then, Megatron thought, frustrated. He was too, they had been confined to base for too long.
The seeker then threw the map at Megatron's face, his awful vocalized giving out an immature sound along the line of “Gnah!”He stood up from his seat, placed both his hands palms down on the desk and looked Megatron dead in the optics, taunting, waiting, willing for a fight.
They had discussed and thought strategy for the better part of the last solar cycle, with no acceptable results. Frustrated, they needed to let off steam.
“Training room now!” Megatron stated loudly as he took hold of one of the seeker's wrist in a vice-like grip and pulled with force.
Starscream stayed unmoving for a nanosecond but nodded silently, his smirk still pulling at his lips. He let Megatron pull him across the desk and out of the room.
Once in the corridors, Starscream freed his arm, walked backward some paces away from his leader, still taunting, then turned away and all but flew in direction of the training room, Megatron stomped, growling, after him. In his eagerness to respond to his second's provocation, he felt more exitation than rage. He too relished in the occasion, After all, some good exercise would allow him to better focus on strategy later on.
If the excitation he felt, when he entered the soundproofed room, felt any different than on any other occasion, he paid it no mind. He just pounced on the seeker who'd been waiting for him.
Starscream gave a content little laugh and elegantly dodged the attack, “Gone rusty already?” he said, getting back on his thrusters after a somersault. His smile did nothing else but encourage Megatron. They purchased each other, not speaking further. Starscream chuckled quietly from time to time, even when Megatron's fist eventually caught up with his face and energon blossomed at the corner of his mouth. Megatron's optics focused on the blood that tickled down his second's chin for a nanosecond too long and got an ignited thruster to his knee for his mistake.
His gaze traveled from his scorched knee cap to Starscream's insufferable smile...
The next he knew, the slender seeker was thrown with force against a bulkhead and his winged back hit the steel wall harshly, his audios ringing from the shock. Then Megatron was on him, his big hands around his throat, squeezing, his mouth twisted into a toothy snarl.
Starscream's optics dimmed to a deep crimson.
His mouth opened wordlessly.
The Decepticon leader stared at those lips, bloody and swollen from the abuse his fist had given them.
The seeker was very warm against Megatron's frame.
His vents were suddenly more labored.
His talons clawed down the warlord's chest, slowly, along his sides all the way down to his hips while Megatron's hands relaxed their grip to lay flat behind his neck as he pulled.
They said nothing.
A lot happened obviously, they would not remember everything in details.
But it all lead to them rutting against each other like some sort of carnal-driven beasts and all of Starscream's ten claws were hooked deep into the armour of Megatron's shoulders as the seeker rode his spike painfully slowly, his legs pressed around his leader's midsection.
The metal screeched as their body rubbed together, they were covered in coolant, Megatron was still at a loss for words, he could only groan, bite at Starscream's neck and lips, hold strong as the seeker moved against him. Their vents were loud in the large room.
His vision blurred as pleasure reached its peak and he growled low and deep into Stracsream's mouth as he overloaded deep inside his second. Starscream's head rolled backward and he let out a small yet long moan out, his valve squeezing wonderfully around Megatron's shaft. His legs trembled for a few seconds.
Megatron, still dazed by his own overload, watched Starscream's blissful face contently, pridefully.
They had never felt this kind of pleasure, a pleasure that didn't involve someone else's suffering.
This was different, this was very nice. He'd rarely felt so relaxed after a sparring session.
Megatron pulled Starscream in so he could kiss him and lick into his mouth some more. The seeker easily reciprocated.
He was rarely so agreeable.
Starscream parted from him and went to sit on a bench after taking two small energon rations. Megatron joined him.
They just grinned at each other but otherwise remained silent.
They stayed in the room a moment more to relax and cool down, drinking some energon to recover. They didn't talk about what had just happened. Their now clear minds were already back to thinking strategy.
When they felt sufficiently rested, they walked back to Megatron's office and resumed with their planning.
The next day, Starscream and Soundwave killed all the members of the senate.
The next day, Megatron was gifted a magnificent weapon.
The next night, Starscream joined Megatron for some energon and they spiked each other to blissful abandon for the rest of the solarcycle.
But this, and all that happened afterward, is for future chapters.