Nickelback Songfic #1

by Zero

Megatron was acting hungry, and Soundwave didn't understand why. His leader had consumed the day's ration of Energon, and it had always satisfied him before. The large blue bot watched as Megatron paced the bridge of Decepticon HQ restlessly, glancing up at the monitors from time to time and muttering to himself. Soundwave could, if he wished, have turned up his audio receptors to hear what his leader was saying, but a strange feeling prevented him from doing so. Soundwave analyzed the feeling and couldn't make heads or tails of it, but followed it just the same. Sometimes it was best just to leave Megatron alone, he deducted, and did so.

After two more mega-cycles of pacing Megatron glanced up at the monitors, halted, and a sinister smile grew across his face, one that made even Soundwave shudder. "I'm going to my quarters. Do not disturb me for any reason." He snapped before turning on his heel and marching from the room. Soundwave gazed uncomprehendingly after him, then looked to the monitors to see what had caused the abrupt change in his leader's mood. All he saw were two lagging signals identified as Skywarp and Thundercracker, with a blip called Starscream far ahead of them and moving at great speed. So great that if Soundwave had looked a moment later he wouldn't have seen it.

Soundwave was even more confused. Why would the Seeker's return hold pleasure for Megatron? He hated Starscream and barely tolerated the other jets. Soundwave shook his head in bewilderment. Sometimes there was just no figuring the Leader of the Decepticons.

I like your pants around your feet
I like the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease

Megatron was hated waiting, so when Starscream entered his quarters he grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground before him with all his strength. The fall damaged the Air Commander's already battered wings; apparently he had had a hard time of it with the Autobots on his mission. Megatron didn't care as he stood looking down at the injured Decepticon, the cruel smile still lighting his features. After a moment Starscream lifted himself to his knees and glanced up at the large silver mech before him.

"Please, Megatron. I haven't had any Energon sense I left." He said in a soft voice, knowing what Megatron wanted. His voice may have been soft, but it was by no means meek. The glance may have been demure, but it was by no means subservient. As soon as he had some Energon in him Starscream was going to pay Megatron back for throwing him to the ground, that he swore mentally.

Megatron snorted. "I don't care." He growled, but went over to the storage closet and dug out a small cube from his private stash. He threw it at Starscream, his annoyance evident in his every move. Starscream caught the cube and drained it in one long swallow, letting the Energon flood his systems and give him a temporary euphoria that caused his systems to jump and quiver. He rose, shaking himself like a cat and dust fell from almost every joint, coating the floor. He was still dirty, but approached Megatron anyway, his hands twitching at his sides.

And I love the places that we go
And I love the people that you know
And I love the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I love the powder on your nose

Starscream crossed the distance between them, but then just stood next to his leader, watching him and feeling his mood through the metallic aura he threw off. Megatron was very annoyed at having had to wait. Starscream liked that, and decided to make him wait even more. He left his leader's side and walked over to the recharge berth, flopping down on it and pretending to enter a recharge cycle. Megatron's fists clenched at his sides and a scowl darkened his features but he took the bait, moving over to the recharge berth and scowling down at the Air Commander, his hands twitching at his sides.

"Get up." He demanded, his eyes glowing. Starscream flicked on one optic.

"Why? I'm tired. Go annoy someone else." He said lazily.

Megatron's hand shot out and grabbed him by the neck, hauling him to his feet and causing him to flick both optics on in simulated panic. He was surprised by Meagtron's next move; a hard and hungry kiss. Starscream wanted to fight back, to make this harder for Megatron, give the impression that he didn't want this. But as soon as Megatron's oral probe flickered across his lips he melted and became as subservient as he knew Megatron wanted him too. He just couldn't say no, not after a kiss like that.

Ooooh
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

Meagron pushed him back onto the recharge berth and proceeded to tear off his armor, having no thoughts as to how his Air Commander was going to get the armor back on at the end of this. Starscream protested more than a little bit at that, vain enough to not want to walk the long distance from Megatron's quarters to his own with dented and torn armor, especially when the dents were hand-shaped and the tears were at the points where his armor came unclasped.

"Stop it." He snapped, shoving Megatron's hands away and removing the armor himself, more gently. "Do you want everyone to know?!"

"And why shouldn't they?" Megatron demanded, his lust getting the better of him. "I'm the leader. They wouldn't dare--"
"We hate each other, remember?" Starscream snarled, his harsh words belying the movements of his gentle fingers as he took Megatron's armor off as well.

"The only thing I hate right now," Megatron growled, catching Starscream's hands in one of his, "is the space between you, and me."

I like the freckles on your chest
And I like the way you like me best
And I like the way you're not impressed,
While you put me to the test
I like the wine stains on your dress

"Get off my wing--ah!" Starscream gasped, as Megatron's clever hands moved from painful to intensely pleasuring on his back. Megatron smiled his cruel smile again, and withdrew his hand, placing it over Starscream's wrist to bend his arm back and pin it to the bed. The position prevented Starscream from making any moves to stop Megatron from separating his legs with a knee and moving up slowly, watching the apprehension mixed with anticipation on Starscream's face. One of the Seeker's wings was bent at an awkward position behind him; a distraction as Megatron gave a sharp thrust and entered him.

"Wait, no, Meagtron, ah!" Starscream cried, squirming as Megatron got gratification, pumping in and out of Starscream until the Air Commander was bucking his own hips in rhythm to Megatron's thrusts. The wing was forgotten in the pleasure of the moment.

And I love the way you pass the check
And I love the good times that you wreck
And I love your lack of self respect
While you're passed out on the deck
I love my hands around your neck

Megatron came back to himself as a sharp jolt of pain swept across his cheek and he looked into Starscream’s angry eyes. "I wasn't ready, and my wing was bent." He hissed, his arm raised for another blow. Recovering quickly, Megatron grabbed Starscream's arm in a mirror of how he had him before but this time his other hand encircled his throat, the powerful gears in his arm closing his hand with incredible force. Starscream fell to his knees and Megatron released him, suddenly and irrationally worried for his Air Commander. He dropped to his knees beside the dazed Decepticon, hands on his cheeks and raining kisses over the rest of his face in apology. Starscream seemed surprised, then took advantage of the situation to dominate Megatron as he so often wished to do before the other Decepticons, lifting the powerful silver mech and tossing him to the recharge berth in an exact mirror of how the Leader of the Decepticons had held him moments before. He even used the same tactic, raising one of Megatron's hands by the wrist, using a knee to force his legs apart, watching him as he thrust himself in to the hilt without any warning. Megatron roared with pain and surprise and squirmed as Starscream gained his own gratification, grinning sadistically as Megatron began to pump in time just as he had. He roared his pleasure then drew out, weakly climbing onto the berth to pass out beside his leader.

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

Megatron awoke to Soundwave's voice in his ear. Startled, he sat up abruptly, causing Starscream's arm to slide off his chest and into his lap. "Megatron." Soundwave said again, his voice made even more metallic by the comlink.

"Yes, what is it, I said I wasn't to be disturbed!" He snapped, silencing Starscream's sleepy protests with a hand over the Air Commander's mouth.

"Autobots have been detected in the vicinity, what are your orders?"

"Send Laserbeak to find out what they are doing, then the Constructicons to crush them. Don't disturb me again. Megatron out."
Fully awake now, Starscream bit his hand and earned a light backhand from Megatron. Nursing his bruised cheek he watched as Megatron rose and went over to the cleansing booth, activating it. He tossed a cloth at Starscream, much as he had tossed the Energon before. "What's your glitch?" Starscream demanded after the cloth hit him in the face and slid to his lap.

"Clean yourself up." Megatron snapped, stepping under the rush of cleansing fluid and allowing it to sweep away all traces of their encounter. But Starscream wasn't going to let him off that easy. He watched the liquid drip and roll from his leader's frame then rose, making his way quietly across the room. Megatron had his back to him and started when Starscream's arms encircled him, one around his neck, the other his waist.

"We're not through yet." He purred, the hand about Megatron's waist reaching up to stroke him on the chest. Megatron shuddered, but allowed no sound to escape his throat, even when Starscream pressed up with his knee between his legs from behind.

I love your pants around your feet
And I love the dirt that's on your knees
And I like the way you still say please
While you're looking up at me
You're like my favorite damn disease

Megatron resisted the urge to turn and take Starscream in his arms and pepper him with kisses. This wasn't <i>that</i> kind of relationship. This wasn't a relationship at all, just two bots gaining mutually from...time...spent...together... Megatron's thoughts drifted as Starscream continued his petting, and began to press harder with his knee. Abruptly Megatron shook his head and leaned away from the pleasing touches; this had gone far enough. He shook Starscream off, only to find himself thrown against the wall of the small cleansing booth then turned around by rough hands. Starscream appeared furious.

"Don't pretend you don't enjoy this." He snarled, before seizing Megatron's mouth in a rough kiss while his hands groped and fondled relentlessly. Meagtron refused to give in, however, and jerked away, shoving Starscream against the other wall. They stared at each other for a moment, then Starscream smirked, Megatron smiled his cruel smile and they came together in a rush, arms encircling and mouths joining hungrily.

And I hate the places that we go
And I hate the people that you know
And I hate the way you can't say no
Too many long lines in a row
I hate the powder on your nose

Starscream gasped as Megatron grabbed him and turned off his optics, pumping against his leader's hand hard, but not hard enough to dislodge the grip, even as lubricated it was by the cleansing fluid. It was all he could do to return the favor, grabbing and tightening his grip so much that Megatron grunted and winced. They finished each other at about the same time, then stood, each resting against the other as the cleansing fluid washed over them, erasing every trace but the dents. Starscream was the first to move, exiting the booth and wiping the extra fluid away with the cloth Megatron had thrown at him before. He eased himself into his armor, parts of him still aching from both the battle before and the rough treatment at Megatron's hands. Not a word was spoken between them as Megatron also donned his armor, which was a bit dusty from the dirt on the floor. He grabbed the cloth from Starscream, who gave it willingly before checking the corridor outside Megatron's quarters, and slipping out unseen.

And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out
And now I know who you are
It wasn't that hard
Just to figure you out

Soundwave noted the dents in Megatron's armor, as well as in Starscream's when he came into the command center a few moments later. Megatron hadn't had any dents when he had left this morning, and Thundercracker hadn't mentioned any damage to Starscream's wings in his report. And Starscream had been missing ever sense he had gotten back, and Megatron had locked himself in his quarters...oh. Oh.

Soundwave returned to his work, determined not to make his observation noticeable. He did note, however, that despite the poisoned and venomous looks that Starscream and Megatron sent each other, their systems, revealed by a quick scan, were running in concert. Hm. So much for Starscream and Megatron hating each other, Soundwave mused.

Next time he wouldn't interrupt.

The End

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