In the light of the moon

Moonlight slid softly across the metal floor, illuminating even the darkest corners of the compartment. Making its way higher and climbing up to the ceiling, the radiance explored the room. A slightly bluish light illuminated the Starscream faceplate, he winced slightly from the bright moon shining into the optics. Having squeezed it shut, he settled down more comfortably and smiled noticeably looking at the furs on the counter. Watching Megatron, he suppressed the desire to touch him, touch his calm face, take his hand. His spark trembled only at the thought of the Leader, and when looking at him, it seemed to Starscream that his spark was fading, and time around him would stop. Starscream and this time looked at the stern face of his leader, the corners of his lips were slightly lowered and the bright red optics were covered. The Seeker approached him and lay down closer, placing his helmet next to his manipulator. Starscream felt a slight warmth emanating from his large body, this constancy calmed him. Burrowing into the forearm segment of Megatron, the Brawler snuggled up to him and covered the optics, it was so calm next to him. Megatron, on the other hand, fidgeted a little, and turning his helmet towards his deputy, smiled slightly. He was arriving peacefully offline. Starscream was even a little jealous of him, the seeker himself was already falling asleep extremely difficult for the second earth day. He was troubled by rather heavy and confusing thoughts. Falling asleep every time was difficult and terribly unbearable. But even when he was off, he had terrible, sometimes even terrible dreams. Remembering his last dream, Strascrima shrank and clung to leader more tightly, he was not afraid, he just wanted to be even closer to him, almost dissolve into him, at least he thought so. After making sure that Megatron was an offline Starscream, he carefully touched leader's gray palm with his fingertips. Confusedly ventilating the Starscream gently squeezed someone else's manipulator, smiling at almost all the dents, the seeker again covered the optics. As long as Megatron is around, he is safe and he is not afraid of any nightmares. Having almost gone offline, Starscream stirred, lying down more comfortably, his manipulator was numb from an uncomfortable position, but he was not going to remove it. After a little more fumbling, he finally lay down. But with these very actions, he woke Megatron up. Leader grumbled something unintelligible, and then opened the optics, a slightly bright moonlight appeared to his gaze. Squinting from the already fading light and still not quite understanding where he was, he tried to focus his eyes. With the optics cloudy from offline, he still saw the Starscream's surprised and slightly reddened faceplate. The latter still did not let Megatron's palm out of his, when a pair of bright red eyes stared at him, Starscream only tightened his grip on someone else's manipulator. — Starscream? Why aren't you offline yet? Desolider was worried about Starscream, a long stay without offline could adversely affect the health of the fur. Megatron still did not fully understand how much time it was, but his intuition told him that it was already late enough. Looking worriedly at his deputy, Megatron cautiously approached Starscream's faceplate and gently touched his cheek with his dark lips. The beating of the Statscream's spark became more frequent, and his cheeks flushed. Leaving a trembling kiss on the face of the Starscream, Megatron pulled away, while still looking at him. The commander, in response, looked away and released the desolider's palm from his own, an unpleasant cold, burning cold was immediately felt in his hand. Megatron did not like this arrangement of affairs very much, this time taking the initiative, the Decepticon leader lightly hugged Starscream, from which he slightly moved away. Megatron was still looking at his deputy expectantly. He was waiting for an answer to the question he posed, but only Starscream was in no hurry with this very answer. — I ... — Commander thought for the right words. — I can't go offline. Having vented heavily, Starscream raised the optics, from fatigue it instantly became unbearably heavy. He wasn't going to tell Megatron about all his problems, he didn't want to burden him, but since he asked himself. Hearing his words, the Leader hugged his deputy tightly, as tightly as he had never hugged anyone. Gently kissing his helmet, he placed his head on its shoulder segment. He didn't want his bondmate to worry or worry about anything. He tried to protect him as best he could, and he seems to have succeeded. Starscream visibly relaxed in the arms of Megatron, finally covering the optics, he smiled visibly, he was calm. After yawning a couple of times, Starscream almost went offline. Megatron shifted his gaze from the wall to the spruce-moving body from fatigue, slightly loosened his grip and following his example, the Leader also covered the optics. Deciding that he would then be able to say all those words about love that were so stuck in his processor, he also failed offline. Now they are surrounded only by calm and no problems will dare to disturb them.