A quick, amusing short thing . . .
Title: "Tradition"
Author: Kyra Neko-Rei
Rating: PG (Yes, OMG! NOT a smut fic! *world implodes*)
Continuity: Any with Starscream, Megatron and Earth.
Warnings: None.
Pairings: Megatron/Starscream
Disclaimer: Do I look that rich?
Summary: Earth is the first alien culture the Transformers have encountered in quite some time. Human culture has a lot of things that even Decepticons might find interesting.
Earth was not the first inhabited planet the Cybertronian race had encountered. Quints and Xares and Farmohkdoli had shared the general vicinity of Cybertron. But they had all been destroyed, either through war with the Transformers or war with each other, long before most of the Earth-dwelling Autobots and Decepticons had even been sparked. The concept of another race, another group of cultures, was a novelty even to the most contemptuous Decepticon---and most of them found at least one aspect of humanity to appreciate. Pranksters included, which was what Megatron's mind immediately jumped to when he came into the command center from an unpleasantly-cold day outside and found a small bunch of plant life hanging from the ceiling.
He looked around; no Skywarp in sight, but Starscream was seated at one of the computer terminals, and Megatron figured that understanding the purple Seeker was his trine leader's job.
"Starscream, what the frag is this?!"
Starscream looked up, surprised. He shugged, scanned the bundle of greenery, consulted the internet, and smiled wryly as he got the joke. Stifled a bigger smile as he noticed that Megatron was standing directly under it. Now this was interesting . . .
"It's called 'mistletoe,'" he said.
"And what is its purpose?"
"Someone's idea of a practical joke, I would have to assume."
Megatron stared. "A practical joke . . . which consists solely of hanging organic plant matter on the walls . . . Starscream, I'm quite positive that our resident pranksters are a bit more imaginative than that," he deadpanned.
Starscream got an odd look on his face, halfway between amused and wary with a healthy dose of I-can't-believe-I-get-myself-into-these-situations, and got up to come closer to Megatron under the guise of studying the suspended bundle. "Well, there's kind of a tradition attached to it . . ." he hedged.
Megatron wasn't quite sure he wanted to know, but Starscream's discomfiture was too good to pass up. "Do tell," he said, a bit of deviousness making its way onto his own face.
Starscream considered a beat, looking up to the hanging mistletoe and back down to his too-amused leader, and then smiled. Watched Megatron consider that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Shrugged.
Stepped in close to Megatron and kissed him.
It was a chaste kiss, a momentary touch of lips to lips, with one of Starscream's hands resting on Megatron's shoulder; the Decepticon leader's optics blazed in surprise as he processed what was happening, and then it was over; Starscream retreated slightly, all pleased. "Basically, that," he said, and then turned around and swept out of the room, leaving Megatron staring after him, the hint of a smile fighting past the incredulity on his face.
Megatron looked up again at the innocent bunch of greenery, and then followed his Air Commander out the door, smiling in earnest now.
Author: Kyra Neko-Rei
Rating: PG (Yes, OMG! NOT a smut fic! *world implodes*)
Continuity: Any with Starscream, Megatron and Earth.
Warnings: None.
Pairings: Megatron/Starscream
Disclaimer: Do I look that rich?
Summary: Earth is the first alien culture the Transformers have encountered in quite some time. Human culture has a lot of things that even Decepticons might find interesting.
Earth was not the first inhabited planet the Cybertronian race had encountered. Quints and Xares and Farmohkdoli had shared the general vicinity of Cybertron. But they had all been destroyed, either through war with the Transformers or war with each other, long before most of the Earth-dwelling Autobots and Decepticons had even been sparked. The concept of another race, another group of cultures, was a novelty even to the most contemptuous Decepticon---and most of them found at least one aspect of humanity to appreciate. Pranksters included, which was what Megatron's mind immediately jumped to when he came into the command center from an unpleasantly-cold day outside and found a small bunch of plant life hanging from the ceiling.
He looked around; no Skywarp in sight, but Starscream was seated at one of the computer terminals, and Megatron figured that understanding the purple Seeker was his trine leader's job.
"Starscream, what the frag is this?!"
Starscream looked up, surprised. He shugged, scanned the bundle of greenery, consulted the internet, and smiled wryly as he got the joke. Stifled a bigger smile as he noticed that Megatron was standing directly under it. Now this was interesting . . .
"It's called 'mistletoe,'" he said.
"And what is its purpose?"
"Someone's idea of a practical joke, I would have to assume."
Megatron stared. "A practical joke . . . which consists solely of hanging organic plant matter on the walls . . . Starscream, I'm quite positive that our resident pranksters are a bit more imaginative than that," he deadpanned.
Starscream got an odd look on his face, halfway between amused and wary with a healthy dose of I-can't-believe-I-get-myself-into-these-situations, and got up to come closer to Megatron under the guise of studying the suspended bundle. "Well, there's kind of a tradition attached to it . . ." he hedged.
Megatron wasn't quite sure he wanted to know, but Starscream's discomfiture was too good to pass up. "Do tell," he said, a bit of deviousness making its way onto his own face.
Starscream considered a beat, looking up to the hanging mistletoe and back down to his too-amused leader, and then smiled. Watched Megatron consider that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Shrugged.
Stepped in close to Megatron and kissed him.
It was a chaste kiss, a momentary touch of lips to lips, with one of Starscream's hands resting on Megatron's shoulder; the Decepticon leader's optics blazed in surprise as he processed what was happening, and then it was over; Starscream retreated slightly, all pleased. "Basically, that," he said, and then turned around and swept out of the room, leaving Megatron staring after him, the hint of a smile fighting past the incredulity on his face.
Megatron looked up again at the innocent bunch of greenery, and then followed his Air Commander out the door, smiling in earnest now.