So many Starscreams so little time...

[onetruesikorsky]

WHO: Animated Megatron Warlord turned Pansy ONETRUESIKORSKY and Emoscreamer WINGEDWOOBIE
WHAT: Trolling the logs to give you more cute in the form of INTENSE CUDDLING before it will never happen again. :l
WHERE: Megatron's Apartment (...okay, and Shockwave's, two of the Starscreams, and Blackout's too. What a party.)
WHEN: After TFA Starscream

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[wingedwoobie]

The Seeker in question tilts his head, glancing down at his own captive wrist. He himself was tired, the enormous stress and responsibility he had found himself in wearing him down. The first few days of the virus, Starscream had remained in a light, attentive recharge during the nights- waiting for any attack, threat, or sign of a more dangerous side of the virus. During the day he would shadow Megatron, monitor his actions and in general watch over him. The Second in Command's anxiety slowly grew day by day, as he had to come to his Commander's defense and protection more and more.

While this was Megatron, it wasnt the mech he swore loyalty to. Right now his Leader was anything but; he meant well, and had the kindest spark that Starscream had ever seen- but he couldnt stand up for himself, was too soft, and was unable to lead himself, let alone an army.

If not for the fact that he was endangering himself daily, the Aurexian would not have been so adamant in returning him to his former self. The methods he was willing to go to were unlike his normal behavior, but seeing as no one knew him from before arriving in the inter-dimensional hub, he had no reason not to.

Still, he knew that once Megatron was free of the virus, that he would be in for some punishment. For blatant insubordination- cuffing him- plotting behind his back- any and all of these were reasons for it; and while Starscream was not looking forward to the beating, having his Leader back would be worth it.

Speaking of such, the Seeker nods slightly to his gentle Commander, cuffed hand flexing.

"...Of course."

[onetruesikorsky]

Megatron submissively kept his helm down even after the cuff released his wrist. He flexed his hand a few times to test it before he heaved a heavy sigh from his vents, all of the tension and worry from the past few solid days seeming to escape along with it.

"I don't... like this," his voice was soft as he shook his helm, thick barrel arms curling around himself as he sat on the very edge of his bed. His sheer weight made the foam dip considerably, but he didn't seem to notice.

[wingedwoobie]

Instinctively he follows, steps faltering as he watches in the vulnerable Warlord. He... wasnt used to this; to seeing this, to have it be someone other than himself facing mental distress- let alone his Leader. It only seemed to hammer in the fact that he had to help him in anyway he could to return him to normal.

Until then though, he couldnt leave Megatron like this.

Pushing back his discomfort and nervousness in his spark, Starscream sits next to his Commander, sighing through his vents and being sure to keep his distance.

"None of us do, Megatron."

[onetruesikorsky]

Suddenly the scuffs, scrapes, and dents in his fingers from millions of stellar cycles of war seemed far more interesting than most everything else as they fell into his lap. Still, his gaze was distant, like he had just lost some great battle when really it had only been a discussion in the living area between three mechs trying to right wrongs, two of them processing wrong in their own minds.

His voice only seemed softer than before, and his shoulders visibly sagged.

"...no one is listening to me. I just want you all safe..."

Sighing again, he shook his helm before glancing over at the Seeker that was far too distant for his own twisted tastes.

"...I don't bite, you know. No need to be so distant." Unless you want to be.

[wingedwoobie]

After a moment of brief hesitation Starscream nods again, shifting to be closer. He may not bite now, but that didnt mean he wouldnt later. Despite this the quite, helpless words pull him closer.

"I-... we know that. But we want to keep you safe also."

[onetruesikorsky]

Megatron's brow furrows tightly, and he lifts his gaze to Starscream's, optics bright.

"....why? You don't see me for what I am now, but for what I was. You are simply keeping me here until there is a way to turn me back."

He makes a pained noise as he buries his faceplates in his hands, then falls back onto the bed.

"This is all such a mess, and it's my fault..."

[wingedwoobie]

"I-"

He cant respond to that. Not honestly- because what he said was the truth, for the most part. The pang of guilt only grows as the once strong Decepticon Lord falls back with a wounded whine. Starscream follows him, crawling farther up the bed and hands raised- poised to do something, but not knowing what.

"Wha- n-no! How could this be your fault? If anyone is to blame, it is Magnum!"

[onetruesikorsky]

Megatron doesn't readily respond to Starscream's outburst, simply withdrawing into himself and turning away onto his shoulder, giving a full, expansive view of his backside and the curve of his helicopter cockpit and rotor wing struts. His vents are expelling hot air, he's working himself up internally, tearing himself apart with his own indecisiveness.

It is clear, then, that the great Lord of Decepticons was pouting.

[wingedwoobie]

Starscream bites his lip, whining ever so slightly in the back of his throat; he was not an Autobot- and despite all his 'softness', he hadnt a clue about physical comfort or reassurance. As such, when Megatron turns and exposes his back, he does the only thing he can think of.

Gently, softly, he starts to pet the winglets in front of him.

[onetruesikorsky]

Megatron's frame stiffens by reflex alone - his wing struts are rarely if ever touched, and they are hypersensitive. He relaxes almost instantaneously once he processes the reassuring touch, and his engine hums, optics flickering offline.

"You're... too good to me, Starscream," the Warlord whispers, expressing his enjoyment of the touch by arching the winglet further into the Seeker's hand.

[wingedwoobie]

For a moment he thought he had done the wrong thing, but as Megatron's frame relaxes and the flight equipment presses into his touch, he sighs gently in relief. Continuing his petting with more confidence he almost doesnt catch his Leader's words.

"I... " Starscream wants to ask why, after how smothering and forceful he had been in his efforts to keep the Decepticon Lord safe.

[onetruesikorsky]

The helicopter doesn't offer an explanation for his words, but he's twisting around and curling into Starscream's frame far faster than seemingly possible with his model size and mass. The physics behind the movement meant they are both thrown back into the berth with Starscream on his back, and Megatron's faceplates pressed tight into his side.

[wingedwoobie]

Starscream didnt have any warning, and now, pressed into the berth and tightly embraced, found his mind blank. Faceplates scorching and mouth gaping, the Second in command can do nothing but look down at his Leader, optics wide and bright.

Rest assured this will never be spoken of EVER AGAIN the second that antidote hits his cables

[onetruesikorsky]

His arms are wrapped impossibly tight about Starscream's blocky and foreign Aurexian frame but Megatron doesn't seem to care in the slightest. Optics offline, he's simply feeling at this point, latching on to any sort of stimulation he can get.

He'll be too MORTIFIED to bring it up either, so its all good

[wingedwoobie]

Starring up at the ceiling, he can see himself; see him sprawled under Megatron as he's held for what seems like dear life. He had never really paid much thought to the large mirror above the berth until now, and quite honestly he was wishing it wasnt there. That image, combined with the startling amount of physical, non-violent contact simply caused his face and engine to heat further. Having an unconscious Leader cuddling your arm was one thing; this was another completely.

Silently the small vents in his helm turn on, and, not knowing what else to do, Starscream shakily resumed petting Megatron.

Problem solved lD

[onetruesikorsky]

For a long moment, they simply remain in the awkward position of Megatron - Exultant Leader and Lord of all Decepticons from the Malgian universe - wrapped tightly around his new Second's waist, with Starscream staring at them both from the mirrored ceilings of his bedroom and hesitantly stroking his erstwhile Leader's frame in soothing petting.

It was surely something that, once the antidote hit Megatron's war-weary cabling, if there was a real antidote, would never, ever be spoken between them even when entirely alone with no chance for that creepy Tentawave or the other glitching one to even know of their whereabouts.

For now though, none of that was running through Megatron's processor. What he craved now was the warmth of another mech's frame (not in that way) close to his own to give him comfort through his time of need.

And as Starscream continues his soft petting, the Decepticon Lord begins to slowly, ever so slowly, relax into his frame.

"Thank you," he whispers, voice barely audible over the muffled noise of Starscream's vents working furiously to cool his heated faceplates.