Truths And Lies [Megastar - TFP]

9 ~ ˖⁺‧₊˚ ~ Waking up ~ ˚₊‧⁺˖ ~ 9

When Starscream woke up, he felt a pair of big, strong arms wrapped around his frame. Right, he wasn't in his room, in his reasonably sized berth, he was in those quarters filled with documents and trophies from Kaon.
That still didn't explain the two servos wrapped around him tightly, and thinking about it, Starscream figured it couldn't be Megatron, because he hated him, but when his heating system automatically stopped, a growl came from the mech behind him.

Starscream turned and saw his master and Warlord laying behind him, the arms around his frame were his, and his steady breath clashed against Starscream's hyper-sensitive wings. The Seeker was dumbfounded, Megatron, the Megatron, was hugging him, and as soon as Starscream moved just a little bit, the Warlord growled again, this time, saying something.

Megatron: "Mh... cold..."

The silver bot realized that during the night, in those quarters, the cold wasn't much for a Seeker, but it sure was for a grounder. He thought about it a moment, and then turned his heating system on again, and an appreciative hum came from the Warlord.
Starscream absolutely didn't know what that was about, but he just kept the heating system on to let the Warlord rest, and not beat him to scrap.

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Hours later, Megatron woke up. He felt an unfamiliar warmth in his frame, and thought it was for the heated items in his berth, but then he was reminded by the incredible space to move around that he had removed them all, so what could it be?

The memories from the night before came in like a frain train, crashing into Megatron's processor and causing a momentary shutdown for the shock. When he pulled himself together, the warmth of the Seeker's frame was still lingering in the berth, and Megatron laid down a bit more.
When the Warlord's helm fell to the pillow, he smelled an unusual scent on it, something between metal polish and raindrops, with a hint of the pungent scent of fresh raspberries.

It was somehow intoxicating, and Megatron laid there, enjoying the strong scent on his pillow. When he finally got up, he felt extremely well rested. He knew he hadn't recharged like that for eons, and he missed it.
His stabilizers held up his weight, and he walked all the way to his private washrack, but in all his waking up process, he didn't hear the sound of water going. He opened the door to the washrack silently, seeing someone already in there.

Those sharp claws spread the solvent over his frame, those thin waists and nice hips, the inner thigh plates, and, since Megatron was facing the bot's back, he could see him spreading the solvent over that thick, sexy aft of his.
The Warlord felt sick at hearing his own thoughts, but really, he couldn't deny that Starscream was indeed a hot piece of aft, and he really wouldn't mind shove his spike inside him. Shutting him up and forcing him to suck his shaft, finally putting his intake to good use.

Megatron felt a certain pressure thinking about that, but he just closed the door of the washrack and hoped Starscream didn't see him there. It wouldn't have been a problem if Starscream saw Megatron a the door of his own washrack, but the Seeker was deliberately rubbing solvent over his frame in an overall too seducing way not to be on purpose.
The Warlord was split between disgust and excitement, but he quickly brushed it off and got out of the now cold quarters, walking along the corridors of the ship.