kinkfest | The Taste of Love (Transformers, Megatron/Starscream, G)

Title: The Taste of Love
Author/Artist:

queenoftheskies
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word count: 523
Prompt: - Transformers, Megatron/Starscream - face nuzzling instead of kissing - Sometimes Starscream wondered who Megatron's first few lovers had been, that none of them had mouths to teach the warlord to kiss with.
A/N: None

Sometimes Starscream wondered who Megatron's first few lovers had been, that none of them had mouths to teach the warlord to kiss with. He had little doubt that some of them had been lovers against their will, short-lived spoils of battle that had meant nothing but power to the warlord. Still others were nothing more than suck-ups, 'bots with ambition who had hoped to further their political career by sleeping with the big boss. He hadn't missed the fact that several lovers in that category had disappeared under questionable circumstances.

And that was one of the dangers of Megatron. If he decided you were a threat...

"Starscream!"

The Decepticon second-in-command cringed at the anger, and the urgency, the desperation in his lover's voice. He'd also learned not to keep his leader waiting.

It was a short flight to the top of the cliff where Megatron kept watch over the horizon. As much as he hated the Earth with its puny human infestation, he loved the feel of its atmosphere against his body, the swell of the wind beneath his wings.

Executing a perfect loop, he landed and dropped to one knee all in one aerodynamic motion. "My Lord."

"I can feel him." Megatron's gaze never left the distant massing of storm clouds.

Starscream felt a moment's jealousy. Though he was certain that his lord saved his true emotion for the leader of the Autobots, he took solace in the fact that it was he who had Megatron's body--if not his soul--now.

"Shall I summon the others?"

"No." Megatron's gaze dropped. His eyes lit, as if he'd noticed Starscream for the first time.

"We should destroy him before the other Autobots arrive."

The light in Megatron's eyes blazed. "Optimus is mine."

Starscream bowed his head. "Yes, Lord."

One long-fingered hand stroked the side of Starscream's cheek distractedly. "It's not what you think."

In a moment of panic, Starscream raised his eyes to Megatron, wondering if the spirit of the Allspark remained inside him, wondering if his commander could read his mind. He had little time to worry; Megatron pulled him to his feet, gazed down into his eyes.

Starscream's spark fluttered. He hated that Megatron had that effect on him, hated that he'd developed actual feeling for a leader that could destroy him in a flash of fury...or give him power unlimited in a moment of pleasure.

The leader drew him close; fingers closed around his arms. Starscream's mouth opened in anticipation. One kiss--just one--and their relationship would be perfect, he'd have hope for...more.

The low growl that rose from Megatron's expansive chest turned to a rough purr by the time it hit his throat.

A taste, Lord. Just one taste of your lips.

Megatron dropped his face to Starscream's, their lips only centimeters apart. "Make that demand of me again, and you'll be the one scattered in pieces across the ocean floor." His cheek brushed against his lieutenant's. The contented purr resounded between them.

And, in that moment, Starscream knew the truth. Megatron, lord and leader of the Decepticons, was saving himself for Optimus Prime.