Truths And Lies [Megastar - TFP]

34 ~ ˖⁺‧₊˚ ~ How many? ~ ˚₊‧⁺˖ ~ 34

Sitting on his throne, Lord Megatron was staring into the void of his own thoughts, considering some of the possibilities about the ceremony, but then his processor drifted in another direction.

A very specific direction.

While he pictured Starscream's well polished aft swaing while he walked around the throne room, a red flash appeared right in front of his optics, and the same damn slagging voice startled him.

Knockout: "I don't know why your codepiece is heating up, and I don't want to know, so-"

Megatron: "Wait, what?"

He looked at his inner temperatures, noticing that Knockout was right, and then crossed his stabilizers.

Knockout: "Yeah- I don't have time for this, how many rounds have you had with Starscream?"

Megatron: "...what?"

Knockout: "How many rounds? How many times have you overloaded inside him, what positions, I need to know everything."

Megatron: "...everything?"

Knockout: "Everything"

. . .

This dumbaft of a medic.

Megatron: "...where do I begin?"

Knockout: "Do you have any idea of how many times you overloaded inside him?"

Megatron: "Why?"

Knockout: "Just tell me."

Megatron: "...I think... maybe around five, six times"

The medic's expression dropped, and a deep sigh left his dermas.

Knockout: "What positions? In order"

Megatron: "...you dumbaft- he rode me first, then we switched and normal missionary, he insisted on taking me from behind and then missionary again, but with his stabilizers on my shoulder plates, on his side and then spooning, and then we talked, is it enough?"

The expression on the Warlord's faceplate was pretty self-explanatory for the deep annoyance he was going through, but the medic was already walking away.

Knockout: "Thank you very much, I have to run a few tests now!"

And he ran.

What the frag was that?