Truths And Lies [Megastar - TFP]

27 ~ ˖⁺‧₊˚ ~ Grey spots ~ ˚₊‧⁺˖ ~ 27

When Starscream woke up, something was different, not wrong, just... different.

Not feeling the strength to do it, instead of going to medbay, he grabbed an Energon cube from Megatron's personal dispenser, placed in their quarters, and he consumed it rather quickly.
His hips were covered in numerous dents, and when he looked at himself in a mirror, the first thing that caught his optics was the shocking amount of large, deep bite marks on his shoulder plates.

Other things shocked him as well, but one detail took his complete attention.

His bright silver pait had spots of gray paint.
Gray paint.

And the spots were in places he considered private, and other places that were definitely private.

The gray spots were all over his inner thighs, all over his aft and hips, and he saw how his neck cables were covered in nibble signs.

He had interfaced with someone, that was sure.

Who, tho? He had no memory after leaving the party of the previous evening. Small pieces of things slowly came up, and something he didn't expect was to find those memories pleasant.
They were painful or sad, just... just...

Thinking about the sensations he felt during that night, he shivered. Did he really enjoy interfacing? He was once again able to enjoy it freely.

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It took much more time than he thought ot would to reach medbay, and he met Knockout in there.

Knockout: "Well hello recharging beauty"

Starscream: "I interfaced!"

The Seeker shouted it with such enthusiasm that Knockout had to hold on to something.

Knockout: "...you're too damn enthusiastic, what the heck?"

His wings dropped, and he started explaining all that happened during his times dating that damn afthole. The medic was shocked to know that his friend had been through such things, and mostly horrified by his creator's actions.

Knockout: "Now I get the enthusiasm"

Starscream: "I haven't been able to enjoy it ever since, and... I have faint memories from last night and when I think about it my frame just..."

A shiver ran up Starscream's spinal strut, making his wings twitch noticeably. The red mech looked at his friend, thinking just for a minute before shouting.

Knockout: "Wait, you interfaced but with WHO!?"

Starscream's optics wined for a second, an insane amount of worry settling in his spark at the thought that he could have interfaced with basically anyone on the Nemesis and also liked it.

Starscream: "I-I'm pretty sure it's not Fireblaze."

Knockout: "Okay, that's an extremely valid answer, and very honestly, the best I could get."

The jet showed to his friend the spots of grey paint, and Knockout immediately recognized it. He examined all the grey parts on Starscream's frame and finally came out with an explanation

Knockout: "...opaque storm grey, average-quality polish, the spots on your aft were transferred by the other's bot pelvic plates, and you might not want to know it, but I'm the one polishing his armor, and I could recognize that pelvic polish anywhere."

A couple minutes passed before the Seeker started to become impatient, but Knockout then spoke out.

Knockout: "You got your aft fragged by Megatron."

Starscream's world crashed down. He had interfaced with Lord Megatron, and he had enjoyed it... and why couldn't he remember what happened after it.