My Worst Enemy {Transformers Story}

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

“I haven’t had a good recharge in days. Get out so I may be in peace.”

“Oh, aren’t you lovely.”

“Starscream, shut up.”

Starscream flicked his wings a little. “Make me.”

Megatron made a deep chested rumble and watched the Seeker. Every day he began to find the other mech more and more...interesting. Perhaps the forcebond had been a terrible idea, but he would not be caught dead admitting that. 

Starscream knew he was going to be punished for that little remark and got ready to bolt, claws ready and wings held high. Megatron’s predatory instincts flare and he was instantly giving chase. 

“I didn’t mean it!” Starscream yelped when Megatron dragged him to the ground by his wings. 

“I can make you do anything I like, Starscream. In fact, how about we start your training? You may as well learn some tricks.”

“I AM NOT A PET!”

“Then you will be a slave and you will still do as I ask.” Megatron countered, grinning widely at his prey. Starscream groaned. 

“What tricks, oh glorious master?” 

“Playing dead would be quite useful since you already mastered “beg.”

“Oh, ha ha. I do not beg like a flesh creature.” Starscream retorted as Megatron fired up his fusion cannon.

“Beg.” Megatron chuckled when he saw Starscream’s optics grow huge in terror. 

“I didn’t do anything! Really! I am yours to command as always!”

“Good boy.” Megatron laughed a little, petting Starscream’s head like a faithful beast. Starscream said nothing, just laying there glaring at him. 

“I am not good.”

“Oh?” Megatron said, a hint of interest in his voice. “And how are you bad, my pet?”

“I just am! I kill mechs, I ruin worlds, I-”

“-Fall in love with warlords?” Megatron purred, optics bright. “I know how you feel, Starscream. The bond will not hide it.”

“I-I-I do not love you! Where did you get such a foolish notion?!” Starscream spluttered as Megatron picked him right up and slung him over a shoulder. 

“Starscream, playing the fool is not going to do anything of value for you.”

“I am not a fool!”

“You whine so much, my little Seeker. It is not very becoming.”

Starscream was shocked at the mood swing Megatron was going through. Maybe he did have some kind of virus after all. The Seeker nervously shifted when he was set on the berth and watched closely as the larger mech started to pace. 

“I was not created to care for anything and yet here I am thinking of you as a companion.” Megatron began, shaking his head a little. 

“Maybe it isn’t a bad thing?” 

“I loathe you, Starscream. You are a backstabber and a traitor, yet I find you oddly intriguing.” the warlord said, watching as Starscream slipped off the berth and made his way over to the polish.

“May I?” Starscream asked, holding up the polishing rag. Megatron rolled his optics but waved his hand to say it was fine. It was such a casual thing, it was odd for the two killers to be so at ease with one another.