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“Flying below radar puts us within range of Autobot guns!“ Starscream snarled, shrill and squirming as Megatron hauled him closer, fingers curled over the edge of a wing.
“I have listened to your complaints long enough,” Megatron rumbled less than thirty seconds into their disagreement, because Starscream wasn’t right and Megatron didn’t want to hear it.
Yes, a low ceiling would put his Air Force within range of Autobots guns, but keeping them off radar should buy them enough time to get in and out of Autobot-allied airspace long before anyone noticed them in the first place. Besides, his seekers were super-manoeuvrable. If they couldn’t dodge a few blaster bolts, maybe they deserved to be shot down.
He refrained from saying so to Starscream though. Just one octave higher and his Second in Command’s ungodly screeching was going to blow his audials.
He forced the jet down to his knees.
“You haven’t listened to anything I’ve said,” Starscream complained, sitting back on his haunches with a scowl as Megatron hastily unlatched his codpiece. The sooner Starscream’s mouth was occupied, the better. “You send us in that low, with no cover-“
Megatron coaxed his spike to full pressure and released Starscream’s wing to grip the back of his neck. “This discussion is over.”
“Says you.” Starscream hissed, but he reached up to take Megatron’s spike in a smooth, well-polished servo. Warm fingers wrapped around the shaft and began to stroke, his touch gentler than Megatron’s own.
“They’ll be picking us off like fragment-flies.” He continued muttering resentfully, “What good is energon if you don’t have an airforce left to fuel?”
Megatron slapped Starscream’s servo away and pulled him forward. Warm ex-ventilations wafted over the sensitive protometal of his spike. “Open.”
Starscream rolled his optics with an exaggerated scoff and opened his mouth, for once, falling gracefully silent. Megatron urged him forwards the rest of the way, until a soft wet mouth closed around the tip of his spike. He felt a tongue brush the underside of his shaft before sweeping up and dragging across the tip. He rolled his hips forward and his spike sank into Starscream’s mouth, stretching darks lips into an obscene ‘O’ with a wet sucking noise.
Megatron sighed, both at the blissful silence and the tight, flexing heat around his spike.
Well practiced in servicing his spike, Starscream fell into an easy rhythm, shuffling forward on his knees and stroking Megatron’s broad thighs as he used them for leverage to move back and forth. Megatron watched absently, enjoying the sight of Starscream’s bobbing helm and the pull of suction on the protometal of his spike.
Pressure was building at the base of his spike, and he thought about pushing on the back of Starscream’s head to shove his spike down the seeker’s intake, but something about the irritated flick of wings told him to bide his time. Wait for Starscream to stop simmering over their disagreement.
The foolish seeker was only bitter because he knew Megatron was right.
“It’ll work,” he grunted, because leaving the argument unfinished was distracting him from more pleasant ministrations.
Starscream’s optics flicked up to meet his own. His pace didn’t falter.
“Soundwave has run simulations. The results were well within the parameters of success,” Megatron argued, glaring down at Starscream.
Starscream merely rolled his optics again, giving his spike a good hard suck that, despite sending a pulse of pleasure though Megatron’s sensor net, reeked of bad attitude.
“Every raid has it’s casualties,” Megatron growled, denta clenching in annoyance.
Starscream changed the angle of his helm and relaxed his throat so a little of Megatron’s spike could slip into his intake this time. Megatron’s optics flickered as the hyper-sensitive tip rubbed against the silicone tubing of Starscream’s throat. He pressed forward, desperate for more of that friction. Starscream’s upturned nose bumped his pelvic panel. Megatron grabbed the back of his head and made sure to grind it against the matte black plating.
“The Stunticons can provide you with ground cover,” He breathed, pushing Starscream down fighting back the growing urge to overload. Starscream swallowed around him with a throaty gaging noise, his intake fluttering. Megatron’s spike pulsed, releasing a trickle of transfluid.
He grit his denta. “So your arguments are petty. Inconsequential.”
Starscream sucked in a deep breath through his secondary air-vents and hummed noncommittally, wings lifting in a noncommittal shrug.
“Flying low is the only way to cheat the radar system,” Megatron said desperately, rocking into Starscream’s head movements as the seeker moved faster and faster. “There is no other option.”
Starscream looked up with seductively dark optics. Coupled with wet lips, hollowed cheeks, the sly angle of his helm and the playful flutter of his wings, he made a compelling argument. One Megatron couldn’t think of a counter to.
But scrapping the plan and starting from scratch would put them behind by weeks. Shockwave was expecting an energon shipment in three cycles and the space bridge had already been programmed and-
Starscream drew back and sucked on the tip of his spike, his glossa flicking and swirling and coaxing, and Megatron couldn’t hold back anymore. With a deep, long moan he pushed Starscream’s dark helm all the way down and started to overload, spilling into his mouth.
He could feel Starscream swallowing around him in big, throaty gulps, and purring in between. Content and smug.
“We’ll… postpone,” he said weakly, planting his pedes firmly as Starscream began licking him clean, teasing little swipes of his tongue across Megatron’s over-sensitive, aching spike. “Until I’ve worked out all the kinks…”
At his pedes Starscream gave his spike a fond kiss before tucking it back into it’s housing with nimble fingers. “Good.”
“It’s not because of anything you said,” Megatron growled.
“Of course not,” Starscream rose to stand in front of him. There was a little smudge of pearlescent silver in the corner of his mouth. Transfluid, Megatron realised. Starscream licked it away with his glossa the next instant. “I didn’t say anything.”
As Starscream spun around and walked away, leaving the Command Centre with a clear spring in his step, Megatron couldn’t help but feel like he might have just been manipulated. Unable to summon the conviction to feel properly cross in the aftermath of a fantastic blowjob, Megatron decided to sulk a little instead.
He was going to have to come up with another way to shut that seeker up.