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Megatron stumbles into his berthroom, processor reeling from his time with Soundwave. And most likely severe malnutrition. Despite his protests, his usual meager rations would not be good enough for a frame of his type with so many new sparks. Optimus was the first to notice him walk in and rushes over to help him into the plush pile of assorted soft things that Starscream had stolen from Primus knows where.
"You don't look so good, Megatronus." The ex-Prime eases him to lay back, pushing pillows under his hips and back, as well as piling them about in order to refine the "nest" to make it more comfortable. Optimus kneels by Megatron's side and places a warm hand against the side of his abdomen. The very beginning of the frames could be felt, just enough to confirm Soundwave's information. Starscream was likely to know as well, sire coding and superior Seeker senses alerting him to the warlord's condition.
"Starscream, Megatronus needs fuel. I don't know my way around the ship the way you do-"
"Here, help him." Starscream bristles and pulls two cubes of energon out of subspace. He pulls his wings high and tight as he watches Optimus carefully tilt the cube against Megatron's lips. He watches the warlord with narrowed optics. Leaning closer, he can smell the rich energon pumping through his Lord's body. He can also smell the hot metal of the gestation chamber and a surge of arousal flicks within his array. Starscream creeps forward and lightly drags his long claws over Megatron's hips.
Megatron can feel the intense heat in his frame, and the sharp feel of Starscream's talons against his armour. Despite the twitch of his hips, he growls in annoyance. "Starscream, get off!"
He grips the edge of a wing threateningly. "I tire of you and your insatiable spi-ike!"
His words end in a hiss as his grip tightens. Starscream had ground his panel hard against Megatron's own. He snaps back his own panel, still glaring at his rowdy SiC.
Starscream's long, barbed spike strokes along the length of Megatron's valve. The barbs catch slightly, but only sends both charges higher.
Starscream easily pushes in the head of his spike, biting back some remark about how loose and needy his lord is. He slowly rolls his hips forward, pushing his long spike deeper inch by inch. He groans and clutches at Megatron's hip fairing until his spike bottoms out.
Optimus smoothes his hand over Megatron's chest armour. The silver plating bows out slightly since Megatron's energon pouches had just begun to fill out. Megatron's frame wasn't as sleek as it used to be, and excess nutrients tended to gather where there were gaps in his armour. Optimus just loved to shove his servos and glossa against the soft protoform.
"Megatronus, can you remove the armour over your chest?" Optimus undoes the latches and presses a soft kiss to the underside of a swollen well.
Megatron shudders. "Orion- careful.." His valve clenches around Starscream's spike, causing the barbs to dig into sensitive mesh.
Optimus sucks a small nozzle into his mouth and rubs his servos into the soft protoform until thr dark mesh is pink with energon.
"Ooh Optimus, do that again~" Starscream smirks and rolls his hips lazily. His spike presses tight against the gestation seal, the chamber absorbing any transfluid that escapes Starscream's spike. He reaches up to grope at Megatron's other well, careful not to nick with his claws.
Starscream wraps his arm around Megatron's waist and uses that as leverage to chase his own overload. Every soft squelch of fluids brings his charge higher, his powerful flight engine ticking up to vibrate Megatron's frame in an eloquent purr.
"Urg.. so loose Megatron! So insatiable!" Starscream clicks his glossa and spreads a valve lip carefully. His thrusting speeds up as he lifts Megatron's hips into a better position. Starscream thrusts deep, tip of his spike bumping against the gestation seal, grinding there before he stills and overloads directly into Megatron's chamber. Starscream's wings slump as he lays across Megatron's abdomen, spike still nestled deep. He eagerly soaks up the warmth radiating off his frame. He wraps his arms tight around what he can reach of Megatron's waist before drifting into a light recharge.
Megatron groans, unsatisfied and wells growing sensitive from Optimus' fondling. He swats at Optimus' hand and dislodges Starscream from his valve. His sensor nets were all worked up and uncomfortable from the constant attention the two mechs gave him. He just desired to be alone.
"Megatronus, are you alright?" Optimus rests his hand lightly on a spiked pauldron..
"These Damn sparklings seem to grow each day. If I didn't know any better I would think there were more I didn't know about-" Megatron groans as he feels an unsettling sensation in the pit of his gestation tanks. He clutches at his abdomen until the pain eases slightly.
Starscream pats him on the back, not even concerned. "The eggs are hatching, My Lord. Of course it's going to feel uncomfortable." He rolls his optics as Megatron makes a wholly undignified noise.
"It's natural, nothing to worry about. It's just due to your frame type being able to hold the sparklings beyond the stage they need the most protection." Starscream forces Megatron out of his curled up position. "I am going to get Soundwave and you are going to walk off this pain." Starscream calls in Soundwave before he cleans up the 'nest', rearranging the pillows that Megatron had scattered.
"How..how did you know what was going on with the sparklings?" Optimus messes with the edge of a pillow before Starscream snatches it away.
"I am a scientist, Orion. Megatron is not due for emergence in many more months. Usually flight frames lay eggs that hatch in an incubation chamber, but Megatron is large, plenty of room for the sparklings to grow" Starscream puts down the pillow and leaves Optimus with his thoughts.