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Things were going well. Just over five vorns since the peace treaty had been finalized and people were settling. Starscream and Megatron had at least.
To Megatron’s displeasure, they lived in the outskirts of New Iacon. When you were an essential member of the rebuilt governing body it was necessary to be close to where the action was. If Megatron had his way they would be as far from all the commotion as possible. If Starscream had his way they would be somewhere close to the rebuilding efforts of Vos. Unfortunately for both of them they were forced into a compromise. One that left both of them unhappy.
Their home was modest. Not the sort of living space Starscream would’ve imagined for himself after finally claiming the title of winglord. But it served its purpose well enough. It was a temporary fix. Once things had stabilized enough they could move wherever they wanted. Off planet even, if they desired. For the time being though they were stuck here, in New Iacon.
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Surprisingly, it’s not Megatron or Starscream that notices something amiss but Sunshriek.
Starscream watches Sunshriek with amusement. She’s spent the past few breems crawling all over Megatron’s lap as he sits in his arm chair looking through a data pad. Or he was looking through it. Now he’s glaring at the ceiling, becoming increasingly more annoyed at the sparkling climbing all over him.
“Sunshriek sit down.”
Sunshriek scowls at him, wings flicking in frustration. “I can’t!” She snaps irritably. “Why did you shrink?” She demands.
Megatron frowns. He subspaces the data pad and grabs Sunshriek under her arms. “No Carrier, I want to sit with you.” She complains as Megatron sets her on the ground and stands.
Starscream feels a growing sense of suspicion as he watches Megatron. It’s subtle, so subtle that if you weren’t intamately familiar with Megatron’s frame (which Starscream is, very much so) you wouldn’t notice.
Megatron’s brow furrows as he smooths a servo down his abdomen. Over the slight yet very distinct curve.
Sunshriek whines, shoving at Megatron’s leg. “Carrier I want to sit with you. I’ll stop wiggling so sit back down.” She pleads, trying to shove Megatron back into the chair.
Without thinking Starscream blurts out. “You didn’t show that much with Sunshriek.” Because he didn’t, he didn’t show at all with Sunshriek. Didn’t look any different than normal all the way to emergence.
Megatron’s helm snaps up sharply. His optics meeting Starscream’s, face plates stern. “Thats impossible.” His optics flick back down his chassis. “We haven’t sparkmerged since…“ His voice trails off.
It’s true. Starscream and Megatron haven’t sparkmerged anytime recent enough to be responsible for the curve of Megatron’s abdomen except… Except Megatron has sparkmerged, just over four orns ago. It just wasn’t Starscream he merged with.
He seems to come to the same realization as Starscream because he pinches the bridge of his olfactory and exvents heavily. “Rodimus.” His optics meet Starscream’s with resignation. Megatron shakes his helm and steps around Sunshriek and swiftly leaves the room.
“Carrier!” Starscream grabs Sunshriek’s scruff bar before she can follow Megatron. She lets out an irritated growl. She hates being picked up by the scruff. Seeker sparklings don’t usually have scruff bars but apparently Sunshriek has enough grounder in her that she does.
Starscream shifts her into his other arm, settling her on his hip. “Carrier wants to be alone for a little while.” She looks at him with a worried frown.
“Is something wrong?”
“He’s fine.” Starscream answers.
Sunshriek frowns harder. “Carrier didn’t feel fine. His field was all scratchy.” She worries.
Starscream feels for Thundercracker and Skywarp along their trinebond. {Can you take Sunshriek for the night?} He directs towards the both of them.
Skywarp answers first. {I thought we were banned from sleepovers after the glitter incident?} He asks cockily.
{You convinced Sunshriek to put glitter in my vents while I was recharging! I’m still finding glitter in my seams.} Starscream shoots back irritably.
{And it was hilarious.} Skywarp shamelessly answers, not trying to hide his amusement from the bond at all.
Thundercraker interrupts them before things can escalate into a full on argument. {Why do you need us to take Sunshriek?}
{Yeah, who died?} Skywarp asks. He’s joking but Starscream can feel that he also kind of isn’t.
{Everything’s fine.} Starscream scoffs.
{What’s going on Starscream? You feel stressed.} Thundercracker worries.
Starscream narrows his end of the trinebond. Cutting them off from his emotions. The vague concern he can feel from his trinemates spikes.
{So… cutting us off from your emotional centers when we ask what’s wrong actually isn’t very reassuring.} Skywarp informs him.
Starscream grits his denta in frustration. {Can you take her for the night or not?} He snaps.
{Yeah we can,} Thundercracker finally answers. {But what’s going on?}
{Nothing.}
{Starscream.} Thundercracker admonishes.
Starscream relents. {I’ll talk to you later.}
{You could talk now.} Skywarp argues.
{Later.} Starscream reiterates. He can feel Skywarp’s irritation at being brushed off and how both his trinemates are a little worried.
Thundercracker prods Skywarp across the bond. {Fine!} He grumbles. {Give me a couple breems then I’ll warp in to get her.} He directs at Starscream. Starscream doesn’t want to thank him, the petty glitch, but he does send an impression of his gratitude along the bond.
Starscream adjusted Sunshriek on his hip as he headed towards the balcony that opened off the side of the living room. It had a proper landing pad. He’d had to have it commissioned specially. None of the housing in New Iacon catered towards flight frames. Megatron had thought it was an indulgent waste but Starscream had won that argument.
Having a landing pad made it so much easier to take off, especially with an uncooperative sparkling in tow.
“How would you like to have a sleepover with Cumulo and Stratoskip?” Sunshriek frowned at him.
Rather than jumping at the opportunity to spend time with her friends she glanced down the hall Megatron had disappeared. “Is Carrier sick?” She asked, her em field uneasy.
“Carrier is fine.” Starscream reassured her. He opened the balcony door and stepped out. It’s was a nice evening. A slight breeze fanned over his wings. It would’ve been a perfect night for a casual flight. Alas.
“Then why am I going away?” Sunshriek, stubborn as always, demanded.
“Me and Carrier need to discuss some things.”
“You mean fight.” She countered with an sullen expression.
“I mean talk.” Starscream sighed. This sparkling.
“So why can’t I stay?” She whinned.
“Like I said, me and Carrier need to talk.” Sunshriek pouted but before she could argue Starscream tucked a servo under her chin. “Without sneaky little sparkling’s eavesdropping.”
“Sunshriek’s wings flicked in embarrassment as she pouted. She squirmed in his arms, kicking her legs. A silent demand to be put down.
Despite being upset with him she clasped his servo obediently. The lesson that she needed to hold servos with a grown mecha while on the balcony winning over pettiness.
Sunshriek kicked her pede as she glared at the ground. Scuffing her toepede on the asphalt of the landing pad. Normally Starscream would reprimand somthing like that. Sunshriek had an unfortunate habit of intentionally scuffing her paint when she was upset. But you had to know when to choose your battles with sparklings.
Upset as Sunshriek was, Starscream could tell if he pushed her much more he would have a full blown tantrum on his servos. So he grit his denta and did his best to ignore the grating sound of her pede scraping the ground.
They both looked up as Skywarp warped onto the balcony. He plastered on a wide grin, sinking into a crouch. “Hey Sunny!”
Sunshriek scoffed. “That’s not my name.”
“Sure it is.” He smirked. Sunshriek glowered at him.
Skywarp’s optics flicked to Starscream and narrowed. {You’re gonna explain what this is about later.}
{I already said I would.} Starscream flicked his wings in irritation.
Skywarp gave him one last warning look before turning his attention back to Sunshriek. “So do you want to fly back in my cockpit or warp there?”
Sunshriek’s wings flicked eagerly. “I want to fly.”
Skywarp cracked his cockpit. “Alright.”
“No.” Sunshriek pouted. “I, want to fly.”
Skywarp frowned. “It’s a little too far for a bitty.” Starscream sighed internally at the wording. Why Skywarp?
Predictably Sunshriek stamped her pede, her em field flaring indignantly. “I’m not a bitty.” Skywarp winced and gave Starscream an apologetic look.
“I’m not.” She whined tugging on Starscream’s servo. “Sire tell him I’m not.” Starscream shot Skywarp a flat look.
{Really Skywarp.} All Skywarp answered back with was a faintly guilty impression.
Skywarp held his servos up in surender. “Alright. Alright. You’re not a bitty.” Sunshriek quieted but her indignant field stayed the same.
She turned pleading optics on Starscream. Starscream knew that look. That was her ‘are you actually going to get mad’ look. Her ‘I want to do somthing you already told me not to please please please’ look. Starscream probably shouldn’t but it was Skywarp’s problem now so… He nodded and let Sunshriek’s servo go.
Sunshriek broke into a grin. Wings giving an excited shimmy. Skywarp, having missed the silent communication between sire and sparkling, naively opened his arms as Sunshriek ran toward him.
At the last klik, just before he could reach her, she spun on heel and bolted for the edge of the balcony.
“Hey!” Skywarp shouted.
Sunshriek giggled as she leapt off the edge of the landing pad. Transforming into her jet mode as she fell. Starscream smiled proudly. She was getting good at mid air transformations.
Skywarp gave Starscream a dirty look as he hurried to catch up to Sunshriek. “Sunshriek, wait!” {You’re such a glitch Screamer, I know you told her to do that.}
He followed Sunshriek, slipping easily into his alt as he took off with a burst of thrusters. Rushing to catch the errant sparkling before he lost her in the fading light of the cycle. One of the main downsides with having a sparkling whos paint was mainly black was that flying at night was a bit of a hazzard.
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Starscream found Megatron in their berthroom. Sitting on the edge of the berth. Servos laced together, resting his chin atop them. His em field restrained.
Starscream hesitated in the doorway.
“Sixty-eight percent.” Megtron said stiffly without looking at him.
“What?”
“My gestational progress is at sixty-eight percent completion.”
Starscream stared blankly. Megatron was already more than halfway through his carriage? Without them noticing he was sparked. How?
About halfway through a carriage the newspark descended from the carrier’s sparkchamber down to their forge. It was not a pleasant sensation as far as Starscream was aware. It only lasted a few breams but it was painful all the same.
During Sunshriek’s carriage Megatron had summoned Starscream out of the blue and punched him in the throat apropos of nothing. He had later irratbly gritted out exactly why.
Starscream had also had the misfortune of experiencing a newsparks decent through his trinebond with Thundercracker. Even with the sensation muted through the bond it had been very uncomfortable.
If a mecha wasn’t aware they were sparked before that point they definitely knew afterwards. It was an unmistakable feeling. How had Megatron missed it?
Starscream slowly made his way beside Megaton. Sitting on the berth next to him. Silence stretched between them before finally Megatron offered. “I had an odd recharge flux a few decacycles ago.” He dragged a servo down his face and exvented.
And Starscream… Starscream clapped a servo over his intake as laughter threatened to bubble up. Megatron glared at him as he snorted. “It’s not funny.”
“You missed it descending because you thought it was a dream!?” Starscream let out a chuckle.
Megatron’s servo wrapped threateningly around his throat. “Stop laughing.”
Starscream let out another breathless giggle. “Poor war torn Megatron, has such bad nightmares he didn’t notice-“ Megatron grit his jaw and shoved Starscream onto the floor. Ow. Starscream rubbed his shoulder sullenly, scowling up at Megatron.
All at once the anger seemed to dissipate out of Megtron and he sagged. “What am I going to do?” His em field teeked with worry.
“Are you keeping it?” Starscream asked as he sat up on his knees.
Megatron glared at him fiercely. “As opposed to what!”
Starscream hummed thoughtfully, walking forward on his knees until he was close enough to set his servos on the berth on either side of Megatron’s hips.
“There are means to snuff unwanted-“
“The newspark has already decended into my forge.” Megatron snarled. “At this point I would still have to go into emergnce to pass the protoform!”
“Just a suggestion.” Starscream said lightly and leant forward to rest his check against Megatron knee. He slid his servos up from the berth and skimmed them lightly over Megatron’s hips.
“I’m keeping it.” Megatron groused out. “And don’t think I don’t notice what your doing!” He grabbed Starscream’s wrists, halting their advance on Megatron’s hips.
Starscream fluttered his optics invitingly. “I’m just trying to cheer my conjunx up. Is that so wrong?” He nuzzled his face against Megatron’s thigh.
Megatron let his wrists go to cross his arms and scoff haughtily. “You minpulative, egotistical, self absorbed-“
“You know.” Starscream crooned as he took advantage of his free servos curl them over Megatron’s thighs. “I did think it was a little odd how… demanding in berth you’ve been lately.” Which wasn’t an at all helpful comment to convince Megatron to pop his panels but Starscream couldn’t help himself.
Megatron scowled, his derma curling back in a sneer. “You think you can just come in here and get between my legs.” Yes. Starscream smiled disarmingly. But Megatron didn’t push Starscream away. The flicker of arousal that went through his field was very telling.
Starscream pressed a kiss against Megatron’s knee and then another. Slowly making his way up until. Megatron’s servo landed on his helm, halting the path he was making up his thigh.
“I didn’t say yes.” He sneered, his engine rumbling in both irritation and arousal. Starscream fluttered his wings in response and Megatron’s optics landed on the limbs with interest. Megatron never could resist his wings.
Starscream smirked against Megatron’s thigh. “You didn’t say no either.” Megatron scoffed but his servo left Starscream’s helm. He leaned back obligingly. Bracing himself on his servos, letting his legs fall open.
Starscream grinned victoriously.
He lent forward nosing against Megatron’s codpiece. The warm panels giving under Starscream’s attention. Megatron’s spike pressurized almost immediately as his codpiece retracted. Starscream curled a servo around the base, stroking absently as he ran his glossa from hilt to tip.
Megatron’s hips jumped as Starscream took his tip in his mouth. Megatron let out a strangled noise as Starscream slowly sank down. And down until his olfactory pressed against his pelvic span and Megatron’s spike sat heavy in his throat. Megatron groaned in appreciation as he began to bob his helm.
Megatron’s spike was a warm weight in Starscream’s intake. The taste of transfluid and the pleasant prickle of charge across his glossa. Starscream pulled off and pressed a sloppy kiss to the tip. Lapping at the sensitive underside. Megatron’s hips jolted under him.
Starscream continued to stroke slowly as he lowered his helm to nuzzle against Megatron’s valve cover. Megatron grunted at the stimulation. Starscream withdrew his servo from Megatron’s spike in favor of encouraging his legs up over his shoulders.
With Megatron’s thighs close on either side of his helm, he continued. Starscream blew against Megatron’s valve panel and his thighs tensed around his shoulders. “Don’t tease.” Megatron huffed.
Starscream chuckled against his thigh. “So impatient.” He murmured before flattening his glossa against Megatrons’s panel. Megatron’s engine rumbled in approval as his panel clicked open.
Starscream curled his servos around Megatron’s thighs and pressed his glossa against Megatron’s wet heat. Megatron sighed and lent back, sprawling backwards on the berth. His servos knotting in the berth covers.
Starscream smirked. He nuzzled against Megatron. Dragging his olfactory against Megatron’s external node as he pressed his glossa into his valve.
Starscream lost himself in the taste of Megatron. His own array burning with charge at every flex of Megatron’s hips and every bitten off noise. Starscream traced his servos up across the tops of Megatron’s thighs and then further into cup the subtle curve of Megatron’s abdomen.
A sparkling.
It wouldn’t be Starscream’s obviously but the possessive nagging he could already feel in the back of his processor meant his sire coding clearly didn’t care to discriminate.
Megatron made an irritated noise and brushed Starscream’s servos off his faint sparkling bump. Starscream redoubled his efforts in apology. Megatron had never been particularly enthused about carrying. Even during Sunshriek’s carriage he’d mostly acted as if he wasn’t sparked at all, all the way up until emergence.
Evidently he planned to do the same with this carriage. It would be harder to ignore this time though. Starscream took Megatron’s external node into his intake and sucked gently. Megatron’s thighs flexed around his helm. His hips grinding up into him.
Starscream could already imagine him. His abdomen round and heavy with sparklings. A proper trines worth this time. It couldn’t really be, this sparkling wasn’t his after all but the fantasy unfolded in his mind anyways. Starscream squirmed, rubbing his thighs together in an attempt to get pressure on his own valve as it clenched behind his panels.
Megatron gasped. His thighs tensing dangerously around Starscream’s helm as charge snapped across his plating. Jumping from Megatron’s throbbing valve into Starscream’s intake. Making the lower half of his face go numb and tingly.
Megatron went limp beneath him. His legs sagging off his shoulders as he groaned. Starscream lifted his helm just in time to see the final spurts of transfluid from Megatron’s spike as it pulsed again his stomach. Starscream watched as Megatron’s spike softened and retracted into its housing. His codpiece clicking shut after it.
Megatron exvented heavily. Starscream crawled up onto the berth, hovering over Megatron’s prone frame. He pet his servos up across Megatron’s chassis. Straddling Megatron’s hip he lent forward to press against him.
He pointedly ignored how disgusting it was that Megatron’s transfluid was now being smeared between them. Ugh, that was going to be a pain to clean. But that was a problem for future Starscream.
“Feel better?” He crooned. Megatron’s optics flicked open lazily. Megatron hummed. His servos raising to curl around Starscream and press between his wings.
Starscream gasped at the sensation so close to his sensitive wing hinges. His hips jumping against Megatron, his array still warm with unspent charge.
Megatron chucked. His servos pressing harder against Starscream’s back. Digits teasing at the seams around the base of his wings.
Starscream shuddered. He let himself sprawl across Megatron. Tucking his face into the crook of Megatron’s neck as Megatron continued to massage his wings. Starscream’s hips rolled involuntarily against Megatron.
Megatron shifted under him. Bending a leg, setting his pede flat on the berth. Giving Starscream a better angle to grind down on his thigh.
Starscream let his valve cover open. He clenched his thighs around Megatron’s thicker one. Pressing his aching array flush against Megatron.
Megatron continued to work at his wings as Starscream chased his pleasure. The combined sensation of Megatron’s servos on his wings and his external node dragging against Megatron’s thigh more than enough to quickly send him into an overload.
Starscream wheezed, sagging against Megatron as he shivered. The last dregs of overload making him uncharacteristicly pliant.
Megatron shuffled them over. Starscream tucked into the crook of his arm. Warm breath ghosting the back of Starscream’s neck as Megatron pressed against him from behind. His arms a heavy yet comfortable bar around his waist.
“Talking to Rodimus is going to be a hassle.” Megatron mumbled against him.
Starscream scoffed sleepily. That was an understatement. The hard part wouldn’t be getting him to take responsibility. No, soft sparked autobot that he was, there was no doubt he would do has part as sire. The hard part would be getting him to sit down and have a serious conversation to begin with. Rodimus had been avoiding the both of them near religiously since the party.
Starscream let his optics drift shut. Content in Megatron’s arms. There would be time to worry about that later.
Starscream drifted into recharge only to be rudely woken by Megatron some time later when he suddenly bolted upright with a worried. “Sunshriek.”
Starscream dragged a pillow over his helm with an irritated groan. “She’s with my trinemates idiot. Go back to recharge.” He grumbled and rolled over.