Non-conflict

Megatron's optics flashed furiously. He was ready to tear Starscream apart and throw him to the Sharkticons. This seeker let him down again, and how did he even reach the rank of his deputy. The ventilation of the desolider became noticeably more frequent, and the hands tightened their grip on the shoulder segment of the Starscream. Megatron tried to bring his systems back to normal, but his grin clearly said that all attempts were in vain. The above-optic arches closed on the bridge of the nose in an instant, and the fingers clenched into a fist. It seemed a little more and he would leave a dent on the thin metal. — Starscream — He was overcome with anger, because after pronouncing the name of the commander, Megatron closed his teeth almost to a screech. — You disappointed me. Guiltily lowering his gaze, Starscream forcibly suppressed the desire to snap back or at least push the arrogant leader away. Starscream's mouth twisted in an angry grimace, and the optics tried to focus on one thing. But his thoughts prevented him from doing so. Gathering his will into a fist, he looked at Megatron with uncharacteristic calmness. Only one facelet of his leader made Starscream burn with anger, he hated him with all his spark, but this time it was too dangerous to show his discontent. That's not the position he's in right now. Finally remembering all the right words, Starscream dutifully looked up at Megatron. — Megatron, I am guilty before you. This will not happen again. Can I go now? The brawler rehearsed this phrase for a couple of hours, so that when the situation demanded these words, he was calm as never before. His voice did not waver, and the optics did not break eye contact. Yes, he would become an actor, oh, what a talent the film industry is losing. But Starscream was not allowed to recover from the rising anger. His phrase was followed by a powerful blow to the jaw. The front hinges lit up. A washer approached the optics, but Starscream did not give vent to emotions. He looked again into the brightly burning visor opposite and uttered a memorized phrase. — Megatron, I swear it won't happen again. Can I go? On the last word , his voice faltered and has become much higher. With a look full of hatred and contempt, Desolider looked directly at him. Starscream was afraid of Megatron and his anger. He was afraid of him when he threw things around the compartment and shouted at him. I was afraid when he grabbed him by the throat promising to strangle him. And every time he was afraid of him when he beat him. Megatron was predictable enough, but that didn't comfort Starscream either. Almost from the very beginning of the Decepticon's path, he was afraid of him, but he had never been so afraid for his life as he was now for someone else's, he was afraid for a life not yet begun. At the bottom of the cockpit, something inexplicably pulled, and then stabbed. He shouldn't have worried, otherwise it could affect the health of his future spark. But Starscream forgot about it again, again he blamed himself for not being able to control this situation. The Aero commander could only pray to Primus that Megatron would let him go faster and his suffering would finally end. Megatron himself was not going to let go of his faithful traitor. Starscream's indifference and indifference only angered him more. How dare he react so to the claims of his leader, to the claims of Megatron himself. Swinging the desolider was about to drive over the infuriating faceplate when he stopped a couple of centimeters away. No, he'd better save his ardor for the Autobots, he didn't want to waste time and effort on Starscream. Starscream vented with relief, it seems his torment is coming to an end, Megatron seems tired of trying to evoke at least some emotions on the face of his deputy. — You can go, Starscream. Megatron's voice sounded like a sentence, cold, indifferent, even a little frightening. But the aero commander was happy about this, the only thing he wanted was to escape from his office and empty a couple of cubes of energon in the company of Thundercracker and Skywarp. With a curt nod, Starscream almost flew out the door. As soon as he found himself in an empty corridor, he exhaled with relief and lowered his helmet. How tired he was. His processor was already boiling with hatred for his leader. The fingers were clenched to a screech, and his gaze clung to the purple walls of their base. A noticeable tremor ran through the hull, and Starscream's anger surged, absorbing him with his head. Hit. Starscream slammed his fist into the wall. There was a faint dent on the wall, and the manipulator whined disgustingly. The pain went all over my body and remained somewhere in my stomach. Starscream again completely forgot about beta, but she decided to remind her creator about herself. As soon as the aero commander realized his mistake, he covered his mouth with his palm in advance so as not to scream in pain. His cockpit hurt so much that he hunched in half. He wanted to howl, scream and throw things around, but he couldn't afford it. And sometimes I wanted to. The washer wasn't even pouring anymore, he just didn't have the strength. Still, after making an attempt to stand up straight, Starscream wandered into his quart. Barely reaching his compartment, Starscream collapsed onto the platform. The servos were humming like never before. The pain at the bottom of the abdominal plates had almost calmed down and he could finally relax. Carefully, trying not to touch the already slightly protruding parts of the cockpit, Starscream turned over on his back. Putting the manipulator on his stomach, he gently stroked the protruding plates, the sensations were quite strange, but it was a little calming. Looking up at the ceiling with red optics, he again began to think about how he would tell Megatron that he had become a carrier. And if it only angers Megatron more? And if he destroys Sparkling at all? Starscream pulled his knees to him and buried his nose in them. He tried to think positively, but all this responsibility hindered him. Deciding that it was better for him to rest and not torment himself with thoughts, Starscream closed the optics, tomorrow he had another flight, he would have to rest properly. With these thoughts, he fell into a blissful offline. He just needed it, he was too tired for today. Megatron irritably sorted through the datapads on his desk. It was the third time he had dropped them due to tension and clumsiness. The above-optic arcs then closed on the bridge of the nose, then on the contrary diverged. Soundwave, on the other hand, was sitting quite calmly opposite with a datapad in the manipulator. The signalman's optics moved quickly to the left, then to the right. Nothing bothered him. Megatron again dropped one of the datapads on the metal floor. There was a crash, and the desolider reached for it with a grunt. But as soon as Megatron looked at the datapad, a wave of anger swept over him again. With a wave of his hand, he threw the datapad into the wall. Soundwave skillfully dodged the tablet flying at him, he was used to watching his leader in anger, he knew all his actions in advance. The tablet itself flew into the wall and broke, fragments scattered on the floor. Megatron angrily vented and sat down at the table again while hitting the metal surface. — Question: Is Megatron worried about something? Soundwave didn't even look up from reading, he knew what Megatron would answer, and he knew how much effort it would take to find out the true reason for the anger of the decolider. Megatron was annoyed by everything, even a simple question exasperated him. But still, having gathered himself, he tried to move away from the topic that was unpleasant to him. — I'm perfectly calm, Soundwave. His vocalizer was almost squeaking, and his fingers were digging into the hard metal on the table. The optics flashed brightly with a red light, which exactly spoke of the intemperance of its owner. Soundwave vented tiredly and broke away from the datapad. Glancing at Megatron, he asked him again. — Soundwave: Wants to know the reason for Megatron's concern. Is Megatron annoyed because of Starscream? The ventilation of the desolider became significantly more frequent after the question. He didn't want to answer. Yes, even if it was because of Starscream, Megatron believed that it did not concern the signalman. But the Decepticon leader still decided to speak out to Soundwave about how Starscream had made him mad again. Megatron often poured out his soul to the third after himself. Just because he will never condemn him, and he will never tell anyone anything. Soundwave just didn't care about these unrelated suggestions from leader about how everything infuriates him, and that he will soon win over Optimus Prime, and after that he will rule the entire universe. Megatron understood that Soundwave was indifferent to his experiences, but he still always consulted him, almost on any occasion. And this time he decided to trust him. — That's right, Soundwave. Megatron was almost hissing with indignation, but he wasn't going to be silent. — This seeker, he takes me out every time! His plans to overthrow me, his machinations and shots in the back. This is all just terribly infuriating! Desolider was almost breaking down into a scream, but still tried to keep himself in the manipulators. Jumping up from the table, he threw a couple of datapads on the floor and crushed them with his foot. There was a crunch of glass and wires. Tablets are just in a mess. After hastily assessing the condition of Megatron, Soundwave vented heavily, and then a rather tempting idea appeared in his processor. Deciding that it would not be superfluous to express it, he got up from his seat. — Reason: Clear. Proposal: Promotion of Soundwave to the first deputy of Megatron. Having raised the over-optical arcs, Megatron turned his whole body to the signalman. Megatron's optics expanded and he stared at Soundwave in surprise. Really, Soundwave is asking Megatron for a raise, but it's probably the moon and the sun have changed places, there was no other explanation. Previously, the signalman was completely satisfied with everything, he never argued with Megatron, and even more so did not ask for something. But now, it sounded more than appropriate. Grinning, Megatron took a step towards the Soundwave. — I'll think about it. Megatron had already presented Starscream's facelet when he found out that a replacement had been found for him, now he was already impatient to promote the signalman. Soundwave was more than suitable for the role of his deputy. Just soon Starscream will return, if he fails these tasks, then someone else will take his place. Starscream walked slowly towards Megatron. The spark was beating like he had run a marathon. On cotton servos, he walked unsteadily to the door. Fear gripped his entire body. Failed. He did not cope with the easiest task of all possible. He is not worthy to be a decepticon. He can't even justify his rank. Megatron's first deputy. What's the use? The deputy lord should at least be loyal. And with that, Starscream flew by. Swallowing nervously, he pulled the handle towards himself. Going inside, he saw Megatron. He sat majestically on his throne. His gaze was fixed directly on Starscream. The latter, hunched over, took an uncertain step forward. The aero commander was looking somewhere under his feet, as if he was looking for something. The spark shrank uncomfortably and the legs gave way. The manipulators trembled slightly, it was almost impossible to concentrate. Having vented heavily, he looked up, meeting the strict red optics, he froze. Megatron was silent, he was waiting for the senseless excuses of his former deputy. Nervously twitching his wings, Starscream calmed down. Now he was waiting for Megatron's actions. He could have waited a long time. Desolider was not restrained and decided to act independently. He wasn't going to pull words out of Starscream, he wants to be silent, let him be silent. — Starscream, how was the transportation of the energy cubes? Starscream understood everything. Megatron knew about his failure, there was no point in making excuses. A washer came up to the optics. At the very thought that he would be beaten again, fear overtook him. He was especially afraid for Spark, Megatron could damage him. Remembering the spracling, his body froze. He couldn't even move a finger, fear held him down. He had to protect Beta, no matter what. Having overcome himself, Starscream looked at Megatron once again. — Megatron, I... — He stammered, and what could he say in this situation. First of all, Spark's life was a priority, so he decided to protect him first, and not himself. Twitching, he continued, —I... am very sorry that it happened. Megatron jumped up from his throne, throwing the datapad from his knees to the side. There was a crash, Starscream shrank, there is no place to retreat. The energon in his highways rushed to his feet, it became unbearably difficult to breathe. It seemed to him that he was suffocating. Although it was impossible from a theoretical point of view, Starscream was not comforted by this. The commander already felt the phantom pain from the brutal blows. Having closed the optics, his body shook slightly, and he himself began to think feverishly how he could get out of here unscathed. Megatron grabbed him and pressed him against the wall. He stared fiercely into the very optics of his deputy. He felt that Starscream was scared, but it was even to his advantage. Megatron swung at him. Grabbing the cockpit, Starscream ducked, he was scared. The blow landed somewhere in the wall. Desolider rubbed his manipulator, a burning pain went through his fingers. The fact that Starscream dodged only angered him more. Megatron raised his fist again. Hit. There was a crack of metal, the commander, who seriously frightened the aero, fixed his gaze in the direction from which the sound came. Starscream froze, his wing. There were small cracks along the wing. He tried not to notice the pain, because Beta's life was more important. He was distracted. Another blow. This time he hit the facelet clearly. The facial Starscream was distorted, it became unbearably painful. The metal burned, but he did not stop sticking to the abdominal plates. Megatron was strained by this. Starscream doesn't even defend himself. It seemed to him at least strange. For a minute, he stopped the non-stop blows and focused on the emotions of Starscream. He was clearly afraid of him, all hunched over, his eyes darted and he was heavily ventilated. And one more small but important detail. A drop of washer fluid rolled down his cheek. Until this day, no matter how much Megatron beat him or humiliated him, the aero commander never allowed himself such a thing. Megatron was seized with genuine curiosity about what such behavior of his former deputy could be connected with. — Starscream, what's going on? Although Megatron was a real tyrant, the exhausted look of Starscream made him feel at least a drop of his guilt. He wanted to get to the truth, to understand why Starscream fought so badly in the last skirmishes, why now he doesn't even resist and why neither I haven't run into any conflicts myself lately. All this was unusual for a free and proud seeker. He wouldn't have allowed himself to be treated like that for anything. And Starscream just had to endure it all, he had no other choice. Swallowing the insult and a couple of unkind words, Starscream raised his helmet. — Nothing is happening. I'm sorry again. He was cut off in mid-sentence. Megatron had a death grip on his neck. The optics of the Starscream has increased significantly, and the ventilation has gone astray. Megatron put a cannon to the aero commander's helmet. Having accumulated the charge, he looked at the cornered Starscream. The words froze in Starscream's throat, turning into a hard lump that prevented even breathing. Seeing how he was afraid of him, Megatron slightly loosened his grip and repeated himself. — If you want to get out of here with a minimum of damage, then it's in your best interest to tell me everything yourself. Megatron has almost let him go, after all, Starscream will obviously be more willing to tell if he feels calmer. But Starscream himself did not feel calmer. The aero commander shook his head negatively. I didn't have the strength to talk. Megatron was angry at this, deciding that it would not work out well, he decided to act as he was used to. — I didn't mean to hurt you badly, but you asked for it. Starting to slowly guide the gun along the body of the Starscream. Starting with the helmet and slowly descending lower. All this time, he was closely following the changes in the Starscream facelet. He kept trying to figure out what was going on with his deputy, what was the reason for such a reaction. Aiming at the cockpit of the Starscream, Megatron looked into the optics of the commander's aero. It seemed to Desolider that he could feel Starscream's heartbeat. Seeker's breathing became noticeably faster when Megatron began to accumulate a charge again. Megatron's optics flashed brightly, now he will find out everything. — Come on, Starscream, why are you silent? Leaning closer to Starscream's face, Megatron grinned. He waited in silence for an answer, and he waited for it. — Megatron! Don't, he hasn't done anything to you yet. — Megatron's superoptic arcs soared, and then immediately to the bridge of the nose. Starscream didn't know what to say next, he had to urgently look for excuses — Please don't touch him. Megatron automatically lowered his manipulator. He couldn't believe his audio sensors. His? That's not what he's thinking. No, it couldn't be. For the first seconds Megatron only looked at Starscream in surprise, assessing his condition. It was only after a couple of minutes that he gathered the strength to answer. — Him? Is that what I'm thinking right now? The whole world of desolider turned upside down. Starscream is insincere, with what it looks like from him, they will have spark. My thoughts were confused, it can't be, everything happened too fast. It was necessary to come up with something urgently. — yes! I'm insincere from you, you old fool. Starscream returned to its normal state. Megatron won't do anything to him while he's the bearer of his spark. It gave him a kind of security and peace of mind. Starscream pointedly turned away and covered the optics with a grunt. Megatron thought he was cute when he was offended. Smiling, he came almost close. — This... This is our spark. Megatron's voice trembled, he could not believe what was happening. It was all so unreal, it all seemed like some kind of prolonged dream. But then he carefully touched his deputy's faceplate with his fingertips, everything was more than real. Putting on a fake indifference, Starscream began to examine his nails. Sighing, he pulled the desolider's manipulator away from him. — Don't touch me. — Starscream's over optical arcs closed and he straightened his shoulders and looked into the bright red optics opposite — Don't even count on me to let you see Spark. You didn't deserve it. Megatron rolled his eyes and looked back at his offended deputy. The same one, with his arms crossed and chin up, was looking at the wall opposite. Megatron then acutely felt his guilt in front of him. The spark instantly became heavy, and the processor remembered the most unpleasant events over the past month. Now Megatron fully felt responsible for what he had done. He wanted to feel sorry for Starscream, to apologize for everything he had done, but was it necessary for Starscream himself? Megatron vented heavily. It's now or never again. — Starscream, I'm sorry. I'll understand if you don't want to see me anymore. Starscream instantly opened the optics and turned the helmet towards Megatron. His mouth opened slightly and the supra-optic arches soared upwards. He didn't hear it. The leader of the Decepticons, Megatron himself, a former ruthless gladiator, apologizes to him. These words flattered Starscream's ego. If not for this situation, he would probably have been sarcastic, but now it was wiser to listen to Megatron. — Let's say I forgive you, and what do you offer me? Megatron made an attempt to take Starscream for a manipulator. The latter, without resisting, squeezed someone else's palm. — Don't leave me, please. The commander's aero spark missed one blow, and then clogged twice the norm. These words made him smile weakly, tightly. He needs it. The situation was really nice. Carefully fearing to damage anything, Megatron pressed his lips to Starscream's cheek, leaving a wet trail. The brawler rolled up his optics, and then looked away. — I'll think about it. More precisely, I will stay, but with one condition! —Megatron snorted and looked at him questioningly. what is this condition. Starscream, confident in his words, continued. — You'll demote Soundwave to a common soldier. Megatron was surprised by such conditions, why did the commander need it so much. And in general, what does Soundwave have to do with it, if it's about the two of them. After spending a couple of minutes in thought, Megatron seems to have understood. — Wait a minute - the leader chuckled, it seems everything was as he expected. — Are you jealous of him? Megatron was ready to laugh. Was Starscream really jealous of his signalman? It even sounded funny. But then Megatron realized that their "relationship" with the signalman was indeed a reason for jealousy. He often spent time with him. Consulted on any occasion and without. Poured out my soul to him and drank with him supercharged almost every week. But he didn't think of anything more. Megatron was amused by the fact that Starscream had thought of something for himself, and now he was worried about it. The aero commander was not funny at all. — I'm not... Yes, even if I'm jealous, so what!? It seems Starscream has started throwing a tantrum again. Megatron hated this trait in his deputy. But there's nothing you can do, since you've fallen in love, you'll have to be patient. Megatron easily hugged Starscream around the waist and tried to calm him down. — It means you love me. Right? The Seeker was about to start to be indignant, but did not have time. At the same moment, strangers appeared on his dark lips. Crushing Starscream's lips under him, Megatron tried to push the gloss into Starscream's slightly open mouth. The latter was thrown into a fever, and then into the cold. The refrigerant appeared on the front. I didn't even want to quarrel anymore. He hadn't felt it for a long time. So long ago that I already forgot. Breaking the much-desired kiss, Megatron dropped to one knee. Gently, as if afraid to harm the future spark, desolider stroked the abdominal plates. Starscream froze, he did not expect such actions from Megatron. Confusedly putting the manipulator on the leader's helmet, he pressed himself against the wall. Everything was so unexpected. Megatron stroked the cockpit of the Brawler saying something inarticulate, it seems he was talking to Beta. From such actions, Starscream smiled. It was so nice that the aero commander forgot about all his problems, now it was just them, just the two of them. Suddenly, for himself, Megatron pressed his lips to the bulging parts of the cockpit. Starscream barely audibly gasped at this behavior of the desolider. Megatron continued to talk in a half-whisper with their future spark. Only fragments of phrases reached Starscream, but that was enough to understand how much he and Spark loved them. Still not letting go of his hands seeker's manipulator Megatron kissed the Starscream cockpit again. The Seeker, smiling faintly, only tightened his grip on someone else's palm. — I still love you, Megatron.