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DECEMBER 1987

WARNING: Contains graphic MegaxStar! Enjoy!

"This is...quite romantic, big guy." Starscream looked around the restaurant and smiled slightly. "C'mon, you didn't need to take me all the way to Vos for dinner."
"Oh, really?" Megatron raised an eyebrow.

"No, not really." Starscream grinned. "Of course you had to."

"It's still hard to believe we're getting married so soon," said Megatron, taking a sip of his high-grade. "Mm. Where the hell was this when I was living in Kaon?"

"Vos was the second-richest city-state on Cybertron, second only to Iacon, making it the richest Decepticon-controlled city, so I imagine the drinks would be higher-quality," Starscream informed him. "Not that social class ever really mattered, of course."

"Oh, it mattered, all right," Megatron said, suddenly serious. "My job was to change that."

"Good point," Starscream said softly. "When I thought Skyfire died, you gave me a place to stay and...for the first time in my life, I felt I was doing something meaningful."

"What are you talking about?" Megatron asked. "You had a rewarding career as a scientist. Scientists always make a difference."

"No, not as much as you'd think." Starscream shook his head. "I was fine where I was. Socially, I was part of the upper-crust. I got good grades in school, I studied hard, I was doing what I'd always wanted to do, with my family just a short flight away. It was safe, it was nice, I was in my comfort zone...but I'd never done anything special, or exciting. And you...look at all you did. I accepted my life for what it was, but you did not. You made something out of your life. I saw Cybertron's rigid class system as just the way it was, but you openly defied it. You taught us that we didn't have to take what we'd been given. You had a voice. You were so brave."

"What else could I have done?" Megatron shrugged. "I'd lost my family, I had a horrible, dead-end job, and then the Senate came to buy the mine and fire us all and guess what? I would've lost my shitty apartment. According to the Senate, I couldn't change my position in life and didn't have a bright future ahead of me. But I decided their silly rules didn't have to apply to me, and a lot of others agreed. I think they just needed someone to say it. Everyone was so used to playing by the rules, doing what they're told, afraid what will happen if they don't, how society will judge them. So when they saw someone who wasn't afraid to speak his mind, someone honest, someone who said what so many of us were already thinking and who actually promised to do something about our slagged-up home world, it must have come as a breath of fresh air. I knew exactly what I was doing."

"That's why I joined you," Starscream told him. "But to be honest, I convinced my brothers to come too because I was too afraid to do it on my own. I-I was afraid you wouldn't accept me. It was...it was like you weren't even real, y'know? I saw your propaganda everywhere, but you were like...a celebrity. And when I finally met you, oh Primus was I scared of being a pitfighter. I knew I would get killed on the very first round. But then you said I didn't have to do it...I was relieved, but I also thought you saw me as weak."

"Heavens no." Megatron shook his head. "When I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. I knew what happened to most competitors, especially those without experience. I didn't know you, but I did know that I wasn't going to see your body destroyed any time soon. And no offense, but your job didn't require much manual labor."

"Well, then, it's no wonder you were a champion." Starscream smiled. "Being a miner must have taken a lot of strength."

"It did," said Megatron, "but I also got this strong build from my father. Remember, he was a miner too, as was his father before him."

"Your parents would be very proud of who you've become," Starscream said softly. "I still wish I could've met them."

"They would've liked you," Megatron replied. "By the way, what did your parents do for a living?"

"My mother was a teacher's assistant at Vos Elementary," Starscream replied. "She taught me the value of education. My father was a CEO for an advertising firm, so we made a decent amount of money. My goal was to have a rewarding career, too."

"Well, as far as I could tell, a career was rewarding enough if it paid the bills," Megatron pointed out. "And it was hard to make ends meet once my father was killed, so it was hard, feeling like I would be stuck poor forever. So I thought, why do I have to be? Because somebody I don't care about says I have to be? And they have the nerve to claim they care about us? I don't think so. Such lies. You know, I'm not a big fan of lies, especially living in a society that's just a big lie."

"Not to mention, Megatron, that level of confidence is extremely attractive." Starscream grinned and leaned forward. "I mean, yeah, you were pretty easy on the eyes, your looks I mean. But your personality? I think it was just magnetic."

Megatron smiled. "Well, if you think that, you'll be glad to know I was in love with you since day one."

"W-What?" Starscream blushed and pulled away. "Love? I thought you were just infatuated."

"No," said Megatron. "I knew because my dreams didn't just involve having sex with you. They also involved holding you...kissing you...and telling you how much I loved you...I just couldn't stop thinking about you, couldn't take my optics off you."

"So you fucked me on your throne," Starscream said cheekily, grasping Megatron's hands.

"I figured that was why they called you Screamer," Megatron replied. "I still remember it like it was yesterday."

It was late at night. Megatron was planning on going to bed soon, but he wasn't tired. No, he was too hyped up from the fight he had won earlier that day. Hmm, he really was a champion in the arena, there was no denying it.

The silhouette of someone softly walking down the hallway brought Megatron out of his thoughts.

"Halt!" Megatron shouted. "Who goes there?"

"J-Just me, my Lord." Starscream nervously peeked into the room. "I was just getting a little late-night snack. I was hungry, y'know..."

"Silence," said Megatron, paranoid that Starscream would somehow hear his spark, suddenly beating very fast and loud. "Um, why are you wearing your lab coat?"

"Um, sometimes I wear it to bed." Starscream shrugged and blushed. "It reminds me of home. I-I know it's silly."

"Well, might I say, it looks very nice, silly or not." Megatron raised one eyebrow. Oh Primus...it looked beyond good. It was adorable. "Not to mention, I don't think there's anything under that coat, is there?"

"I get hot, wearing this." Starscream's cheeks turned crimson and he tugged at it self-consciously. "I thought you might not notice."

"It was kind of hard to miss." Megatron squinted. "Hmm...hey, um, weren't your optics red?"

"N-No," Starscream stammered, looking even more nervous now and motioning to his thick square glasses. "Those are contacts. My optics are actually blue. It's a mutation. I'm almost blind without these glasses or my contacts."

"Well, why didn't you say so?" Megatron smiled and gestured for Starscream to come near. "They're lovely."

"They're not exactly practical on the battlefield," Starscream explained, looking mortified as he slowly approached the throne. "Besides, why would you like it? Autobots have blue eyes, and I know you hate Autobots."

"Cybertronian by birth," said Megatron, sitting up and putting his hands on Starscream's shoulders. "Decepticon by choice."

"H-Huh?" Starscream looked about to die.

"You're a Seeker, which I believe is a Decepticon form," said Megatron. It was taking every molecule of his willpower to not rip Starscream's lab coat off and lose complete biological control of himself. Oh, the innocence. The geekiness. The adorableness. The hotness. "Tell me, are you a virgin?"

"I-I, um, I...what?" Starscream gasped. "Why do you ask?"

"Because if you are, it would please me to be your first," Megatron replied, cupping Starscream's cheeks in his hands. "And if you aren't, I promise to be the best you've ever had."

"Are you asking for SEX?"

"Only if you're, ahem, up for it." Megatron smirked and smacked Starscream's aft.

"Oh my..." Starscream took a deep breath in but didn't let it out as Megatron began to stroke his wings, which flicked up at the touch.

"I'm not just skilled in the arena, you know," Megatron whispered, pulling Starscream close. Megatron had stated that they didn't have to do it if Starscream didn't want to, but the scientist Seeker felt like he didn't have much of a choice.

"To answer your question, I-I'm not a virgin, not exactly." Starscream offered a shy smile. "But...you'd be my first groundpounder."

"Then I think I'll just pound this body into the ground." Megatron, unable to resist any longer, pulled Starscream close and kissed him, letting his hands move down his Seeker's body, trying to hide a smile when his hand reached Starscream's lower regions. So, he was getting some enjoyment out of this.

Starscream gasped through the kiss when he felt Megatron's hands on his erect spike. That was embarrassing! But it felt good. Starscream had never done it with anyone in authority before. Only classmates and, later, fellow scientists, and dates from relationships that never lasted very long. But this...it felt so wrong, but so wonderful at the same time. So risky. Like they could be discovered! Starscream felt his spark beat faster as he threw his arms around Megatron's neck and threw all his passion into the kiss, making the other mech laugh.

"That's more like it," said Megatron. "Now, mind if I help myself?"

Starscream suddenly felt shy again. Oh, why hadn't he kept his armor on? What was he thinking, going to get a drink in the middle of the night with nothing on but his lab coat?

"If I take this off..." Starscream's voice shook. "Oh, my Lord, I don't know about this."

"C'mon, what've you got to be ashamed of?" Megatron kissed Starscream's cheek. "I bet you're hot."

"Oh, my Lord," Starscream moaned as Megatron gently pulled his arms out of the coat, the way you might with a sparkling. Megatron knew, or at least he thought, that if he gave Starscream enough pleasure, he would stop feeling nervous.

"Here," said Megatron, standing up and getting off the throne. "Why don't I just take my armor off first?"

Starscream gasped as he watched Megatron, shall we say, disrobe. True, he'd interfaced with both femmes and mechs before, but...well, it seemed his Lord was well-endowed. In fact, would he even be able to get that thing inside Starscream? Oh Primus, what if it hurt? What if he wanted it to hurt? Starscream had never had an eight-by-three inside him before...

"Valve or aft?" Megatron asked, aggressively pushing Starscream onto the throne and spreading Starscream's thighs.

"Uhh...valve?" Starscream said nervously (he had never liked getting it from behind very much). "But please...please be gentle..."

"Do I look like I play gentle?" Megatron smirked and placed Starscream's feet on his shoulders. "Hmm, you lightweights are so flexible and fun to play with. Time to find out what I've been missing."

Starscream reminded himself to calm down, he'd been penetrated before, it would be okay...maybe he could just lay here and wait for the pain to be over...Primus, he felt so vulnerable and exposed, waiting to possibly be broken. Nervously, he looked up at Megatron's face, admiring the red war paint on his helmet and cheeks, the Decepticon pendant he still wore around his neck...

"What are you looking at?" Megatron looked up and met Starscream's gaze.

"N-Nothing." Starscream turned his head away. "Continue on."

"Gladly," Megatron replied, smirking. "Might I say, you're quite attractive under the hood."

"Um, thanks?" Starscream hoped Megatron didn't notice, but his faceplates felt like they were on fire. Starscream was still waiting, but he shrieked when he realized what he felt was Megatron's tongue, not his spike. Oh, Primus...The young Seeker moaned at the sensation of so many nerves being stimulated at one time. Megatron really started to get into it once he heard the positive reaction, and the moans turned into wails.

"Wonderful taste," said Megatron after he stopped, wiping his mouth.

"No one has ever done that to me before, my Lord," Starscream gasped. "I must say, I...I loved it!"

"Then you're going to love this even more," said Megatron, and this time there was no wait or warning. Starscream felt a sharp jolt of pain when Megatron entered him. Yes, it hurt, but...oh, the sensation of being filled up...something that big thrusting in and out of him...Before he knew it Starscream was moaning, screaming in pleasure. Megatron smirked, knowing he could easily do this to a partner.

That wetness made it so smooth and soft...and Primus, Starscream was so tight. Most likely, he hadn't been the "receiver" many times. But as he tensed up a little bit more and cried out, Megatron felt even better, causing him to go even faster and harder. To be honest, he wasn't quite sure whether Starscream was screaming out of pain or pleasure (or both), but either way, it made him hornier than he thought he ever could be.

Starscream gripped the sides of Megatron's throne, dimly aware that he was making a lot of noise, but he was unable to stop. It seemed that his lover was being as rough as he could and Primus, did Starscream like it!

"You're so naughty," Megatron hissed, squeezing Starscream's aft. "Just a little slut at spark, you know that?"

"Am I?" Starscream could tell that Megatron didn't think this was a bad thing at all.

"Indeed you are." Megatron slapped Starscream's aft then kissed him passionately, running his hands up and down Starscream's wings. The sounds coming from his lover got louder and louder, and the sex felt better and better. Starscream moaned deeply as he felt a rush of warm fluid enter him; Megatron shouted a Cybertronian curse word at the top of his lungs...a happy one, that is.

After he was all done, Megatron pulled out and collapsed, panting. Starscream felt extremely wet and he didn't know if it came from him or from Megatron. Most likely both. Right now, his valve region was very, very sore, but still, that had felt phenomenal.

"My Lord?" Starscream shook Megatron's shoulder, but Megatron groaned and couldn't get up.

"Get me some energon," he mumbled.

"Yes, sir!" Starscream jumped up and hurriedly pulled his lab coat back on.

Megatron just smiled weakly. Still adorable.

"I love you, Starscream," Megatron whispered, taking Starscream's hands in his. "After all these years. After all we've been through. All that matters is that I'm with you and...and that we'll soon be married."

"I love you too, Megatron." Starscream's eyes were shimmering with tears, but he smiled slightly when Megatron gently reached up and wiped them away with his thumb.

They were both looking forward to that special day.