Truths And Lies [Megastar - TFP]

14 ~ ˖⁺‧₊˚ ~ Problems ~ ˚₊‧⁺˖ ~ 14

The day was going somewhat smoothly, the Warlord was looking through Soundwave's research, examining all the pictures of high-ranking Seekers wearing their traditional union clothes, choosing some specific characteristics.
He wanted the sparkbond to look as real as possible, and with a somewhat sigh, he saw an old article, and he read it aloud.

Megatron: "So... 'Sparkbond traditional clothing change between ranks of Seekers, The older lineages continued the tradition of making the spouse wear provocative clothing, specially designed by the partner...' does that mean they made the partner design the clothing!? That's... awful."

For a moment, he thought of how Starscream would have felt wearing something provocative, knowing that he himself designed it. For some reason, his frame heated up a bit at the thought of his soon-to-be conjux in provocative clothing, and according to the tradition, said clothing was supposed to be of a specific color from the other's frame.

What came up in Megatron's mind was, yes, purple, one of his main colors, but also all too provocative. While writing down ideas for the specific shade of purple to use, the digital pen kept gliding on the datapad, and when he snapped out of his somewhat of a trans, he saw on the datapad extremely detailed draws of Starscream's frame.
His thin waists, those proportionally wide hips, the slim digits, and those damn fragging legs.

Megatron: "...I have a problem."

Only when he got up from his desk did he notice the high temperature of his frame, his array throbbing under his codepiece. A damn awful thought came in his processor, as he hypothesized that the reason for his hidden arousal could be the thought of... Starscream?