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The press of Starscream's spike was not... unpleasant.
Megatron purred softly, cycling down on the intrusion as it slipped deeper. He laid on his front, his legs wide and his back arched just enough to raise his aft.
Starscream was draped over him, his dainty frame so light Megatron barely noticed the weight of him. His vents huffed and sighed as he rocked his hips back and forth, his pelvic plate grinding against Megatron's aft.
Megatron shuttered his optics, listening to the little gasps and ooo's as Starscream fragged him, the slender shaft of his spike rubbing the sensors lining his valve so pleasantly.
Megatron spread his thighs wider, wanting to feel him a little deeper.
This was Starscream's reward, yes, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself too.
"Mmmh, Megatron," Starscream's voice was low and full of lust as he palmed over Megatron's aft, digits long and sharp. Megatron shuddered at the prick of claws poking between the seams of his armour. He bore down, squeezing around the stiffness driving into his valve.
"Yess," Starscream hissed, rutting harder, faster. His spike nudged a place inside Megatron that made his optics flicker, then kept nudging it.
Megatron’s servos curled into fists as he bared his denta, little shocks of pleasure shooting up his spinal strut. He groaned.
"Yes," Starscream’s voice began to pitch up, the jabbing of his spike growing relentless. "Yes!"
Megatron could hear the wet suck of his valve around Starscream’s spike, agonisingly loud with how wet he was. He pressed his face against the berth slab and snarled into it, lifting his aft higher, desperate for more, closing in on his end-
Starscream's hips slapped his aft with a dull clang. The seeker cried out in bliss, breathless and high. Megatron felt the spike pulse as it began to empty inside him, hot splashes of transfluid flooding the channel of his valve. Starscream ground into him, stirring his spill and nudging it deeper. Megatron exhaled against the slab, sensitive enough to purr at the sensation.
But that was it. Scrawny and spent, Starscream collapsed across his broad back, his softening spike slipping free.
"...Thank you... my Lord," Starscream panted into his audial as something oozed from Megatron's valve and began to drip.
His valve ached. He cycled down in search of friction, but all he did was expel another dribble of Starscream's essence.
For a one mad, weak moment, he was tempted to demand Starscream finish the job; with his spike or digits or that poisonous tongue of his, Megatron didn't care.
"You're dismissed." He grunted instead.
Starscream's previously lax frame tightened up against him. In an instant, Starscream was clambering off his back and correcting his armour.
Megatron turned his face away from the slab and watched him slink backwards, his hunched frame cringing into a bow. Megatron’s lip curled at the sight. And to think, he had just let this miserable creature spike him…
"I am most honoured-"
"Out." Megatron rumbled before he had to listen to Starscream's sycophantic ramblings.
The seeker bowed and bowed again, creeping from the room backwards.
The door slid shut, and with a heavy sigh Megatron rolled onto his back and reached between his legs, parting delicate mesh folds with thick claws to find his neglected node.
If he wanted something done right around here, as usual, he'd have to do it himself.
Megatron's lower tanks ached the next cycle.
It was odd. Starscream was not a large mech and Megatron couldn't recall taking damage during their interface. His valve sensors had ached and throbbed from the stimulation, but this felt deeper. Hot and swollen at his core, like a deep, festering stab wound.
He placed a servo over his chassis and frowned.
Perhaps Starscream's ridiculously dainty spike had caught on something it shouldn't have?
Or, more likely, perhaps the devious little fiend had infected him with something?!
He snarled. He'd rip that tiny helm from it's spindly neck if Starscream had dared betray his generosity in such a way. Did the little idiot think he went about spreading his legs in reward for just any subordinate?
Megatron had already plotted a thousand painful deaths for the seeker by the time he barged into Knock Out's medbay, vengeful and incensed.
As he came to loom over the medic, Knock Out seemed to shrink in his shadow. He lifted a data-pad to his face as if to hide behind it or use it as some ineffective shield.
"Uh, what's seems to be the problem, my Lord?" He asked, voice muffled by the data-pad covering his mouth.
Megatron snatched the stupid thing from him and flung it at the bulkhead, ignoring Knock Out’s effeminate yelp.
"Starscream," Megatron snarled, servo still braced over his chassis. "Once again, that fool has sought to destroy me."
"…Destroy how?" Knock Out looked him up and down, unsure. "You're undamaged, and I updated your firewalls just last week-"
"Firewalls will do nothing for virus-riddled nanites hidden in his transfluid!" Megatron seethed.
Knock Out's mouth had formed a surprised little 'o'. The longer he was silent, the angrier Megatron grew.
"Uh-"
"Do something!" Megatron barked.
Knock Out shot to his pedes, over-polished servos flapping about. "Yes, of course! Sit down my Lord-!”
Megatron dropped himself onto Knock Out's examination slab with a heavy thunk and scowled at the medic.
Knock Out cleared his vocaliser. "If you'd like to lay back.”
With an exaggerated optic-roll, Megatron swung his legs up and lay down, trying not to think about the last time he had lowered his guard in another mech’s company, and how that mech had sullied the occasion by using his magnanimous generosity against him! Blasted seeker!
Knock Out hesitated at the end of the slab, then began to heave Megatron's massive pedes into the stirrups. Megatron refused to help, leaving the smaller medic to huff and grunt from the weight of his limbs. This entire faction was full of weaklings.
"If you'd be so kind, my Lord," Knock Out huffed when he was done, gesturing between his legs.
Staring at the ceiling, Megatron let his panel slide away.
He heard Knock Out hum to himself as he was inspected. His tank continued to ache, and now he was beginning to feel nauseas.
"Well?" He grunted.
"There's no infection, viral or otherwise." Knock Out’s voice drifted up from somewhere between his legs.
"There's something," Megatron snapped, refusing to get up. "That devious snake has compromised me."
"...If you're experiencing pain, my Lord, a valve unused to penetration can-"
Megatron sat up, optics wide and incensed, "You think that's seeker's spike was enough to trouble me? Me!? Megatron!?"
Knock Out held up his servos, quickly shaking his helm. "Merely running through the options, my dear Lord Megatron! I meant nothing by it. It's simply that..."
"Simply what?"
"If its not a virus. Or damage. Or overstressed callipers. That really only leaves one other explanation."
"Which is?"
Knock Out picked up a internal scanner, looking at Megatron apologetically. "You might have been kindled."
Starscream had mysteriously vanished into thin air.
As Knock Out had been with Megatron during the entire hideously embarrassing reveal, the doctor couldn't possibly have warned the seeker of the impending threat to his life. And Starscream wasn’t clever enough to pick up on these things himself.
Someone must have given him a head-start.
And the only mechanism that could be was his omniscient communications officer.
Megatron was unsure why Soundwave would value Starscream’s life. Perhaps he felt Megatron might act brashly in the heat of the moment; that Megatron might regret ripping Starscream’s spinal strut out through his chest at a later date and had therefore removed any possibility of him doing so.
Or perhaps he was misguided enough to think this sparkling would one cycle need its sire.
Not fragging likely.
"Where does that pathetic coward think he can flee to escape my wrath?" Megatron demanded, cornering Soundwave during his ship-wide search. “Speak! I know you warned him!”
Soundwave neither revealed Starscream's hiding location nor gave any meaningful answer. Instead, he stared silently.
"I'm not interested in your opinion on the matter." Megatron pointed at him.
Soundwave continued to stare.
"Not that it's your business!" Megatron snarled, bristling at the judgement lying thick in the air. "But no, it wasn't planned! If I was ever going to subject myself to the horrors of carriage I certainly wouldn't pick the coding of the weakest, scrawniest seeker I could find, would I?!"
More staring.
"How was I to know his coding would be compatible!" Megatron raged. "I hardly make it a habit to let subordinates into my valve."
"Why? -let- Starscream?” Soundwave asked through a blend of recordings.
Megatron's scarred lip trembled, "...It- it was a reward."
Soundwave’s staring became more judgemental, somehow.
Eventually, Megatron began to calm down.
It took a few weeks, but once the initial shock of his condition wore off he found he no longer wished to eviscerate Starscream, and merely wanted to horribly maim him instead.
It was unlikely Starscream had intended for this circumstance, but if he’d known he had such potent transfluid he should have at the very least withdrawn from Megatron’s valve instead of humping and grinding as he did, spilling as deep as fragging possible.
Megatron was still thinking about ripping his wings off and feeding them to him for being such a coward and running off, abandoning the mech he had kindled like some sort of cad when the seeker finally did return, but there was some bothersome line of coding imploring him not to incapacitate the sire for the sake of the new-spark he bore.
The coding (or brainwashing carrier protocols as he thought of them) wanted him to reconcile with Starscream, to cultivate a mutually beneficial partnership in the months ahead to build the basis of a strong family unit for when the sparkling arrived.
The best Megatron could do was strangle Starscream very lightly and threaten to rip off his spike and feed it to an Insecticon horde. Which he thought was rather forgiving of him, considering.
“You don't look kindled.” Starscream, as always, toed the line of certain death to make a stupid passing comment at the beginning of Megatron’s second trimester.
Megatron stared at him with round, dangerous optics.
Starscream’s wings flopped low on his back, his own optics widening in terror. “Eh, I only meant to compliment, my Lord. You carry so well, after all-“
Megatron wasn’t showing because Starscream’s uselessly pathetic coding was so strong with Vosian traits the protoform it had Megatron developing was minuscule. And there was only one inside him, which was ridiculous when he had room enough for five, or even six.
All this inconvenience and discomfort for one measly seekerlet, which would be as scrawny and useless as its cowardly sire.
He couldn’t wait to get the thing out of him (not because he looked forward to it’s arrival -no he’d give it to its sire and be troubled no more), but to be done with the protocols and chemical imbalances, and whatever sickness of the mind drove him to continuously desire Starscream’s lacklustre lovemaking.
For a mech that purported to be terrified of him, Starscream didn’t seem to have any problem sticking his spike into him every other cycle, panting and rutting and moaning against Megatron’s armour.
“You’re ridiculous,” Megatron grumbled in the aftermath of one such evening, as Starscream nibbled on his throat cabling and played with the plating over his chassis. Starscream’s mouth was soft and his servos were smooth. Megatron shuttered his optics and relaxed into his touch, and if Starscream grew hard again and slipped back into his valve, Megatron found no reason to complain.
It was the brainwashing, Megatron told himself, moaning and arching as Starscream’s handsome spike sank deep into his valve and every sensor lit up. It only felt this good because of the brainwashing!
Miraculously, Starscream survived the entire carriage.
The same may not be said for the emergence.
Megatron snarled and punched a fist through the bulkhead as another contraction cut through his frame, sharp, hot, and intense. How could something so small cause so much pain. He sank his claws into the bulkhead and gripped it as he breathed through the aftermath, an ache so overwhelming his legs shook.
He felt weak, vulnerable, and it infuriated him!
Knock Out stood with his back pressed to the doors of the bridge, ready to flee at the moments notice.
“Should I fetch Starscream, my Lord?” He asked hopefully, both because he wished to escape the room and to put a more deserving target in the firing line.
Megatron didn’t trust the strength of his voice, so he nodded curtly. Yes, bring Starscream. Not to witness the emergence but to die in the process of it. This was why he had kept Starscream alive all these months, so he could kill him now!
He had sunk to his knees and was gripping the decking by the time Knock Out returned. He could hear the bickering in the doorway as Starscream rambled a litany of excuses to not go in; something about being needed elsewhere -crazed Insecticons, then Autobots attacking, then an experiment gone wrong, until Knock Out finally lost his temper and shoved Starscream onto the bridge.
Megatron looked up to see the seeker stumble into the centre of the room, then freeze, wings spiked and optics as wide as headlights. Megatron dropped his gaze to the decking as he felt the griping pain mount again, the beginning of another contraction.
“-do something?!” Starscream was demanding shrilly.
“There’s nothing to do, Commander,” Knock Out droned back, far too lackadaisical for Megatron’s liking. “Unless there’s a complication-“
“It looks complicated to me!” Starscream sounded closer now.
Megatron looked up and found two slender legs stood in front of him. Out of instinct more than anything else, Megatron reached out and grabbed an ankle.
Starscream shrieked. That might have had something to do with the contraction that then rocked through Megatron’s frame and caused him to squeeze, bracing against the pain. Starscream’s delicate armour crumpled in his fist.
Only then did Knock Out start doing any actual doctoring.
But not for Megatron.
No, Megatron bore his sparkling on the decking of the bridge, on all fours, watching Knock Out tend to Starscream’s ankle as the seeker howled and shrieked louder than he himself did.
He had to clear his vocaliser for their attention when the sparkling was finally out, lying in the palm of his servo; tiny, misshapen, and definitely a seeker.
“She has your helm, I see,” Starscream noted with disappointment.
Megatron punched him in the back of the helm.
Starscream was incompetent, so Megatron decided he would care for the sparkling.
She was unfortunately small. He could already tell she would be slender and not particularly tall. Her servos and pedes were delicate, and so were her features. She had Starscream’s bug-wide optics, but Megatron didn’t find them as annoying on her.
She cooed and buzzed absently when he held her, her focus intense enough he knew she would possess a brilliant processor in that tiny processor of hers. He lowered his helm to nuzzle her affectionately, a purr rumbling up from his engines. Her wings flapped about affectionately, clumsy and lopsided and very like her sire’s.
“You won’t be like him.” Megatron reassured her, stroking a thick claw over her little cockpit. She squealed in agreement, obviously grateful for such a thing.
“Eh, my Lord?”
Speak of the devil-
Megatron turned to view the reprobate in question. Starscream stood below him, meek and hunched over. Megatron narrowed his optics. That was another thing he had to ensure his daughter wouldn’t inherit; terrible posture.
“What do you want?” Megatron growled.
“Might I see her?”
Starscream had seen her yesterday, and the day before. Megatron’s lip curled, but he supposed he ought to. Starscream was… the sire, after-all.
He turned and showed her to him. “There.”
Starscream moved closer, servos outstretched as if to take her. Megatron growled, turning away. “Absolutely not. You’ll drop her.”
Starscream’s lips pursed together. “I will not drop her.”
Megatron snorted in disbelief, holding her closer. She nuzzled into his chest and Megatron’s fierce affection for her only grew. She was his. His.
Starscream could frag off.
Starscream dropped his arms in defeat, “Knock Out said this would happen.”
Megatron had no interest in Knock Out’s opinion on anything. He barely glanced at Starscream. “Hmm.”
“Creator protocols,” Starscream drawled. “Bonding you to her. You’ll be inseparable before long. Doting and besotted. If you’re not careful, she’ll be all you care about. And the war will come second. Will you still be fit to lead?”
Megatron paused. What did he care when she was all that mattered? His perfect sparkling. His brilliant daughter. His faultless heir. The war should be an afterthought.
He grimaced, tiring of Starscream’s presence already. “Be gone, Starscream. We haven’t the patience for your antics today.”
“We?” Starscream queried smoothly, his brow smugly arched. “Why my Lord, I do believe you’re already enamoured. If you would rather prioritise your time for our sparkling, perhaps I should step in to lead in your place?”
Megatron stared at him, optics narrow.
Starscream wasn’t fit to lead. But he was even less fit to raise Megatron’s sparkling, who was infinitely more precious than any military cause. She snuffled against his chest plate, warm and new and his.
In the back of his processor, behind lashings of overzealous creator protocols, something was screaming at him to blast Starscream’s helm off with his fusion cannon. The prospect was tempting, but the cannon was loud. And his daughter’s audials were delicate.
“Do as you must,” Megatron scoffed, turning his back on Starscream so he could better focus on his sparkling. She reached for him with tiny clawed servos, wanting to touch the front edges of his helmet. He allowed it, purring softly.
Starscream made a gleeful sound Megatron chose to ignore.
“The Decepticons will be in good hands, Megatron!” Starscream announced, and Megatron only distantly noticed the drop of his formal title. “You shall see.”
Megatron hummed, helm still bowed towards the sparkling. He heard Starscream leave the bridge with a distinct skip to his step as he pranced out the doors.
They shut behind the seeker, and then Megatron was too busy purring indulgently to his daughter to pay any attention to the distinctly obvious sound of Soundwave confronting the seeker on the other side of the bulkhead.
“Hhhk- Megatron-! Help!” Starscream’s shrill voice squawked. He sounded like he was being strangled.
“I know,” Megatron sighed regretfully to his sparkling. “He’s an embarrassment we must bear together.”
“Hhnggg-!”
Soundwave strode onto the bridge with a wheezing Starscream five minutes later, his tentacle coiled around the seeker’s throat.
Megatron struggled to seem at all interested to be informed that actually, Starscream had changed his mind about stepping in to lead the Decepticons and would find it much more rewarding to aid Megatron in raising the sparkling after all, like any decent sire should. His voice was tight and high as he said all this, likely due to the tentacle constricting his airway. Megatron chose to ignore its presence.
“Fine.” He grunted. “Soundwave, you take command.”
Soundwave gave a curt nod of approval.
Starscream was still being partially strangled by his tentacle, so he didn’t comment but to choke again.