My Worst Enemy {Transformers Story}

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven 

“Stop whining.” Megatron snapped as Starscream swatted at the larger mech’s hand. 

“I can’t help it! It aches!” 

“Let me see it!”

Starscream groaned, allowing the warlord to take his throbbing arm. The little anti-virus shot had caused him quite a lot of pain. Megatron had felt his partner’s discomfort over the bond and had decided he would just fix Starscream up and then he could be left in peace. 

“Don’t touch it...”

“Starscream, it is such a little thing. It cannot hurt that much.”

“But it does!”

“Shut up.” Megatron ordered, gently pressing a warm metal cloth against the slightly swollen energon veins. It was such thin metal woven together it was nearly as soft as an Earth cloth and a lot less fragile.

Starscream mewled loudly, trying to pull away. Megatron made a soft snort when the Seeker rolled over on the berth, still struggling to get his arm out of the way. He continued to hold the cloth there, smiling inwardly when the swelling eased a little. 

“Stop...”

“No more whining!” 

Starscream did hush once the swelling eased, Megatron being uncharacteristically gentle. The Seeker watched him, the optics of the other creature focused on Starscream’s hurt. 

“Thank you?”

“Hummph. You’re lucky I’m in a good mood.”

“And why is that?” 

“None of your concern.”

Starscream was shoved off the berth onto the floor again, making a little whimper instead of a curse that time. Megatron stretched out, muscle like cables rippling under his plating as he settled down. Starscream was a little surprised he was not being punished or yelled at for something, still waiting for the other mech to make some form of attack. But nothing came.

That night was much worse than yesterday’s. Starscream’s arm ached constantly while Megatron seemed to be having his sparkfears all over again. He woke with a little shout, venting hard and looking around as if ready for an attack. All he found was the small form of Starscream curled up on the floor at the foot of the berth. 

“Can’t recharge?” Megatron grunted, standing up with a tired huff. Starscream rolled onto his back, yawning a little. 

“No...you, too?” 

There was a little grunt in reply and Megatron offered a hand to his bondmate. 

“Are you interested in flying?” 

“Of course, my Lord.” Starscream said, a little surprised with the change in attitude towards him. Perhaps the warlord was just extremely tired and delusional. 

The two were soon out of the ship, standing together as they looked into the expanses of space. It was oddly peaceful, the shimmering stars and planets like tiny gems in a dark mine. Before Starscream knew it, he was leaning against Megatron’s warm shoulder, feeling tired. The silver mech made a little grunt of surprise and shook him off. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Since we are bonded, I figured it was in our best interest to try and love each other.”

“I do not love anything!” 

“Right, how foolish of me to think so.” Starscream growled sarcastically, hurt sent out across the invisible bond as his wings drooped a little. 

“Do not guilt me into anything, you little scrap. False feelings will not help either of us.”

“Who said it was false?” Starscream snapped before he could stop himself. He knew how he felt and he wasn’t faking it. “Go fly on your own. I’m going back to recharge.”

Megatron ignored the Seeker as he went back to their chambers. He glanced back at the last moment to see Starscream’s wings were drooping and his hurt was being badly held back. The bond was not something he could really control. 

Megatron didn’t bother to go flying. He just stood there, watching the stars. Perhaps he should go back and try to make the miserable creature happy again. With a little sigh, he retreated back to his quarters and pushed open the door very softly, assuming Starscream would be recharging. 

The mech was doing just that, curled up in his usual place under the berth. Sighing a little, Megatron forced himself not to care. But the bond was changing him whether her liked it or not. 

Bending down, the warlord gently picked Starscream up, holding him in his arms for a moment, looking purely confused. What was he thinking? He was so sick of thinking, really, so he ignored his processor and aggressive nature for a moment as he sat down on the berth with Starscream still sleeping in his arms. 

Starscream looked content when he slept, snoring softly and making the occasional mumble or twitch. Megatron inwardly groaned. He cared about the little monster now whether he liked it or not. His awful, pitiful, whiney, and foolish personality could be rather amusing and nothing he did was that unforgivable, the more he thought about it...

“How much I hate you...” Megatron sighed, starting to stroke the Seeker’s handsome wings with one hand. 

Megatron nearly dropped him when Starscream’s optic lids opened and the mech stared at him with puzzlement. But he said nothing. Not a single thing as he shifted and settled back down. 

“I hate you, too.” was a soft answer a few klicks later.

Megatron smiled for once in a long time, continuing to stroke the little creature until he fell back into recharge. Perhaps he could learn how to love something. He was a smart mech, so he would surely figure it out. 

***

“Breakdown!” Knock Out warned, shifting under his partner. The other mech made a little whine. 

“Awww, what now, Knocks?” 

“Be gentle, I’ve had a long day.”

“I know! Primus, you always think I’m such a brute.”

“But I love you.” Knock Out purred, nuzzling Breakdown’s jaw. It was a little hard, considering Breakdown was draped clumsily over his back, but still. Knock Out didn’t mind. 

“I love you more.” Breakdown said, nipping a little as Knock Out’s little ear-like audio receptors. 

“Stop!” he whined, trying to squirm around. “You know how sensitive those a-”

Knock Out let loose a loud squawk of surprise and pain when his mate decided to start the sparkmaking without a warning. The sports car mewled loudly, trying to get out from under his partner. It hurt.

“Just relax, Knock Out, I’ve gotcha.” 

“That’s what I’m worried about.” Knock Out groaned softly, lithe form shuddering a little. 

“Trust me, I’ll be gentle with you.” the larger mech huffed, mouthing at his partner’s neck wiring. Knock Out made a short gasp when Breakdown shifted a little, causing some discomfort.

“Quit moving around!”

“That’s the whole point, isn’t it?” 

“Sometimes I wonder how I deal with you at all.” Knock Out purred, the pain starting to ebb away. 

Thank Primus he had been allowed to pick his own mate. It was frowned upon, but they couldn’t care. After all, no one would ever find out. Knock Out continued to tell himself that as the night went on. Just as long as his firewalls held, there would be no unwanted sparklings and not a worry in the world.