Truths And Lies [Megastar - TFP]

39 ~ ˖⁺‧₊˚ ~ Why didn't I tell him? ~ ˚₊‧⁺˖ ~ 39

Neither Megatron nor Starscream knew what had just happened in medbay, but they both knew that they were alone in their quarters. None of them spoke up, as they were deep in thoughts of how to begin the conversation.
In the end, Megatron spoke up.

Megatron: "...I don't know what Moon meant about us... l-loving each other..."

He tried, he really tried to sound disgusted at the idea of being loved by Starscream, but the strong hope strangling his spark could be slightly heard in his tone.
Starscream's spark was as heavy as Megatron's, knowing that the Warlord couldn't serlously be in love with him. The only thought of those words sent a shiver up his spinal strut.

Starscream: "...n-nether do I."

The Seeker's voice was trembling. It was obvious, but Megatron kept repulsing the idea of Moon's words being true.
Then, a question from the silver mech came, destroying completely any wall that the Warlord was trying to build around himself.

Starscream: "...are we still pretending? Is it... is it still a lie...?"

Those words were a literal punch in his faceplate, mostly because right after the end of that sentence, an electronic wave struck Starscream's entire frame, and with a jolt, he threw his helm back and hitted Megatron's faceplate.
Both grunted in pain, and while the Warlord held his bleeding dermas the Seeker looked up at him.

Starscream: "I-I'm so sorry! It just-"

Megatron: "Don't worry..."

They looked at each other, as the energon on Megatron's dermas dripped on Starscream's digits.

It happened in only a moment.

Without even realizing it, their dermas were pushed together, their glossas fighting for dominance, but in the end, Megatron's one won, and they found themselves laying down on the berth, one on top of the other.
(Guess who's on top)

Neither of them knew how they got to that point, but Starscream didn't mind laying on the large berth, displayed for his Lord's gaze, stabilizers wide open and panels gaping, his valve spread for his soon-to-be conjux.
Megatron also didn't mind laying on his front, his helm leaning down between the Seeker's thick, inviting, wide open tight plates, his intake twisting and pulling at the little, sensitive node of his Second in command.

When the Warlord's glossa slid inside those excited, soaking folds, a loud gasp came out of the Seeker, and those wonderful sounds provoked a wild desire in Megatron's processor.
Words couldn't express how long and intense their love burned that night, all night long, until the faint light of sunrise peaked through the glass windows they installed not so long ago.

Only one regret came from that night, from both of them.

'Why didn't I tell him?'