Chapter Text
It started with a package.
Starscream was downright gleeful when he came running through Megatron's doorway with it clutched in his scrawny arms, brown postal paper already torn away and fluttering to the floor. Megatron straightened from tying his last bootlace and sighed at the mess, kicking it to the side with his boot.
"What is it?" He asked, less out of interested and more out of self-preservation. Starscream was always having experimental weaponry shipped over, and if whatever this was blew up in either of their faces, it wouldn't be the first time.
Starscream placed the box on the end of the bed next to Megatron, dropping to his knees so he could crouch close and take his time opening the lid. Megatron peered over, and Starscream worshipfully lifted a sky-blue heeled boot out of the box.
"No." Megatron frowned.
Starscream wasn't listening, stroking the soft leather. "All the way from Italy..."
"And they'll be going all the way back to Italy." Megatron tried to take the boot off him, but Starscream held it away with an indignant noise. "Those heels are ridiculous. You'll break your neck."
"Yes, but they're also really nice." Starscream simpered, stroking the leather again.
The heels on the pointed-toe boots had to be six inches high, narrowing into pea-width stilettos, the perfect sort of heel for falling between gaps in the decking and snapping Starscream's slim elegant ankles.
"Send them back." He ordered.
"At least let me try them on." Starscream cooed, unblemished face softening with a pout.
"You don't need to try them on. You're not keeping them."
"I'm going to try them on." Starscream ignored him, scooping up the box with the other boot and darting into the bathroom before Megatron could stop him. Brat.
He sighed, knowing it would be twice as difficult to pry those boots off his little feet now.
Starscream was in the bathroom for some time, and Megatron almost convinced himself that maybe there was hope yet, that perhaps the boots didn't fit, and Starscream was sat on the closed toilet lid sobbing over the missed opportunity. He rose from the bed and tapped his knuckles against the door. "Starscream?"
There was no answer. He couldn't hear cursing or smashing glass, or sad sniffles, so perhaps they had fit, and Starscream had fallen so in love with them he'd barricaded himself in bathroom just to revel in their elegant feel a little longer.
"Starscream?" He called again with a little more insistence.
He felt himself starting to lose his temper. "This is ridiculous, Starscream. Come out of there!"
Before he could begin considering how best to kick the blasted door down, the lock clicked, and finally opened.
Megatron's brain stuttered to a halt.
Starscream stretched himself out in the doorway, arm reaching overhead to elongate an already narrow silhouette. He was completely nude, wearing little but a smirk and those dangerously high heels he'd been told not to try on. Megatron's gaze dropped out of instinct, wandering over Starscream's lean muscles, his dark, peaked nipples, the curve of his waist and convex swell of his belly, the short, ruthlessly groomed hair below his naval, and slender legs went on for miles with those heels.
His mouth went dry.
"I'm keeping the heels." Starscream told him, pushing away from the doorway, heels clicking on the bathroom tile as he walked. "I can't return them if they've been used."
Megatron brain was still playing catchup, eyes stuck to Starscream narrow hips and the way they swayed. "No. I said-"
"Take off your clothes." Starscream ordered, eyes glinting.
Megatron's hands were on his shirt on their own volition, unbuttoning them with clumsy numb fingers. Not quick enough, because Starscream scoffed and reached for the shirt himself, and with strength and forcefulness Megatron never expected from him, ripped it open, buttons sprinkling across the carpeted floor, baring his scarred chest.
Hands on his shoulders shoved him until he fell to the bed, and then Starscream was on him, pushing his shirt down thick arms to bare his shoulders, kissing and biting at his neck. Megatron put his hands on Starscream's hips but they were slapped off, and he was manhandled further as Starscream began to remove his shirt completely.
But he didn't undo the cufflinks, leaving Megatron's large hands trapped in the sleeves as he wrapped arms around his chest and distracted him with the fiercest of kisses, tying the starchy shirt into a viciously tight knot behind Megatron back. He yanked the shirt tails to tighten it, fabric creaking and cutting into Megatron's wrists, and shoved him flat to the bed again.
Megatron laid there, arms behind his back, and realised with a spike of something that wasn't quite fear, that he was trapped.
"Starscream?" he said, shocked, chest tight, and not just from the impromptu bindings.
Starscream smirked as he went for Megatron's uniform pants next, belt clinking as it was unbuckled, leather strap whipped from belt loops with a zip and snap and flung across the room. Starscream looked him in the face when he flicked the button open with a deliberate pause and slowly dragged down the zip, before reaching in with a warm palm, and-
Megatron's groan was guttural when Starscream's mouth descended on him, swallowing him whole. Fast and messy and overwhelming as he bobbed his head up and down, tongue swiping and swirling, lips wet and tight. A palm cupped his testes and massaged them gently as he worked.
Megatron squirmed on the bed, struggling to work his big hands free of their bindings so he could thread fingers through that beautiful head of silky hair and guide Starscream. His hips jumped and rolled, back arching as he tugged and twisted the shirt keeping him trapped.
Starscream held his hips down and pulled his off his cock, licking up the shaft from base to tip, slow and lewd, pressing it flat to his toned stomach, and Megatron could take the torment no longer, muscles straining and teeth clenched until fabric ripped and he tore his shirt clean in half.
He surged up and Starscream met him halfway, weight slamming him back to the bed again, draping himself over Megatron's half-clothed body. Megatron clutched him tight with fingers that were going to leave molted bruises on Starscream's hips and ass as a wet mouth fell to his for a kiss, stealing the breath from his lungs and the thoughts from his head. Hands were in his hair, nails dragging over his scalp, musing his ridgly styled greying locks.
"Fuck me." Starscream whispered against lips, hand curling into a fist and tugging Megatron's hair, yanking his head back and exposing his neck. "Fuck. Me."
Megatron panted, Adam's apple bobbing up and down his exposed throat. He nodded, but didn't move save for twitching fingers, unsure if he was allowed-
Starscream yanked on his hair again and he winced, turning his head away from the sting in an effort to free himself and rolling all in one movement, tipping Starscream off his lap and onto the bed and slotting neatly between his thighs, sweat slick skin sticking, spit-damp erection pressed to Starscream's. He ground them together, feeling pre-cum from Starscream's cock leave hot trails of glistening fluid across the skin of his belly. Starscream brought his knees up and Megatron could feel the cold sharp heel of the boot against the back of his thigh. He wondered if he would be stabbed with it if he didn't fulfilment his duty to Starscream's high standards.
Nails bit into the meaty flesh of his rump as Starscream urged him on, so he reached between them for the younger man's erection, shuffling down the bed to give Starscream the room he needed to hike his ass up, a flexible leg flinging itself over his shoulder. Megatron grabbed a cheek in each hand and cleaved him open, thumbs catching the skin on either side of his entrance and spreading, titling his hips forwards until the tip of his cock kissed the pink clenching muscle.
Starscream yanked him forward with a ferocious snarl and he was pressing in, groaning at the vice-like tightness.
"C'mon," Starscream's bared teeth were inches from his nose, Megatron's blood under his nails as he squeezed harder.
But Megatron just needed a moment to collect himself, muscles tense and twitching and the coiling pleasure between his hips too close to the brink. He fought urge to just give in and cum right then and there, with Starscream clawing at him and ordering him. He opened his mouth to speak, but a low throaty groan came out instead.
He dropped his head to Starscream's boney shoulder and slowly pressed the rest of the way in. Starscream purred happily, clawing turning to stroking, "Ah," he laughed softly, "That's why I keep you around."
Megatron hummed, rocking into him a little. Not enough, it seemed, because Starscream clapped his hands to his hips and began controlling the pace himself, pulling Megatron close to draw him deep, then pushing him back to get the delectable drag of the backstroke. "Don't be cute about it, you old fool." He hissed.
When Starscream finally seemed to trust him enough to hold that pace on his own, he slid hands up his back, over his shoulders, and looped his arms around his neck, pulling him down into a languid kiss, thrusting his tongue past Megatron's lips and forcing him to follow with subtle, but devastating dominance.
"I'm keeping the boots." He whispered against his lips, and clenched around Megatron to make him falter.
"Huh." Megatron panted.
"Perhaps I'll even get a second pair." He teased, rubbing their noses together, eyes hooded as Megatron sped up. "I look so good in them, don't I?"
He dragged the heel up and down the back of Megatron's thigh. "Tell me I look good."
"Starscream-"
"Say it." Starscream clenched like a vice.
Megatron spluttered, exhaling sharply. "You do."
"Don't stop." Starscream glared, catching his face between his fingers, squeezing his cheeks. "Don't you dare stop. Don't disappointment me."
Megatron shook his head listlessly, nuzzling under Starscream's chin, wanting to do anything but, chest aching at the thought. "Never."
Starscream smiled wickedly, head thrown back, body arched beautifully. Megatron grabbed Starscream's cock and stroked it, thumb rubbing back and forth over the tip until Starscream convulsed with a sigh and fluttered his eyes shut, erection jetting a stream of cum over his own chest and stomach, trickling down Megatron's hand were he was still working him.
Hooded eyes met his own and after a little nod of permission, Megatron rose onto his knees, bucked once, twice, and came into Starscream's supple body with embarrassing swiftness, every muscle clenched and lungs empty as his orgasm rolled through him, pulsing pleasure taking some time to ebb.
Finally he breathed, eyes blinking open to peer at Starscream looking so lovely and used beneath him, sweat damp hair stuck to his forehead and neck, cum drying against his warm skin. He eased himself out and dropped to the side, rubbing a hand over his eyes.
"Those boots don't leave this room." He conceded.
The bed shifted as Starscream moved to press against his side, leg threading between his, cold heel grazing his calf. "So glad we could come to an agreement."
Megatron shut his eyes and pretended not to enjoy the fingers tracing a line between his pecs and the gentle mouth on his shoulder, kissing the aching muscles, and dozed off thinking of ways to try and immunise himself again Starscream's weaponised nudity.
And those heels...