"Starscream!" Megatron roared up at his Air Commander who was, as far as he could tell, hovering above the battle aimlessly. "Don't just stand there you fool! Fight!"

Starscream, who had been tactically analyzing the Autobots below and methodically trying to work out their battle strategy, was shaken from his thoughts, all previously gathered data slipping from his processor. He hissed down at Megatron, wings bristling .

He was ignored.

Prime was in Megatron's sights.

Both of their factions forgotten, the leaders rushed across the battlefield towards each other. Prime's cerulean optics narrowed and hardened as he uncovered his weapon, his stern expression a complete paradox to Megatron's almost maniacal grin.

Starscream scowled down at both of them from his position in the sky. Fragging Megatron, always so much more concerned about everything and everyone but him.

He scanned the fight for any smaller, lonely Autobots he might be able to bully to take his temper out on, smirking when he saw one. That glitching 'Inventor' -or so he called himself- the Autobots had appeared to have another one of his crafts with him.

Starscream swooped down low, being careful to avoid any flashes of red or yellow or fighting Autobots. If the Inventor was going to blow himself up again in the middle of the battle field he wanted to watch; if anything, it would surely make him feel better about his ignorant, oblivious fool of a leader.

He silently trailed the Autobot -Wheeljack, he believed the 'Inventor' was called- from his high vantage point, until he realized where he was heading. To Prime's aid.

Now that Starscream was paying attention he could see that, for once, Megatron had Prime in quite a vulnerable position, delivering far more blows to the Autobot leader's chassis and deftly avoiding most sent back. Starscream sighed to himself as he watched his graceful leader move; so strong, so masculine... and so very stupid.

Oh, how he wanted to feel those large, powerful servos around his hips. How he wanted that broad chest to bear down on-

He snapped himself out of it as he saw Wheeljack take aim with his gun-like invention, pointing it straight at Megatron's aft.

Starscream's optics burned darker with determination, the invention may very well backfire but there was still a chance it could hit Megatron. This could be his chance to prove himself! He could save Megatron and then his leader would finally, finally remember why he had made him his Second in Command and just maybe, might start paying a bit more attention to him.

He swooped down, thrusters at full power, servos outstretched and ready to snatch the weapon, when all of a sudden, the nozzle was facing him.

He let out a shriek of utter surprise as the gun fired and the world around him turned into a blurring, sparking, purple colour. Moving too fast to stop his momentum, he flipped over backwards, smacking into the hard dirt and then colliding with someone's larger, silver frame.

He heard Megatron's shout of shock and then fury as he ploughed into him. The purple glowing aura the weapon had produced spread from him to Megatron and consumed them both as they continued to roll and crash into the Earths ground.

Starscream could only remember whimpering from his position squashed between the dirt and Megatron's heavy bulk before everything went black.

Thundercracker sighed to himself as he watched the Constructions carefully lift Megatron between them and by Soundwave's orders began to carry their unconscious leader back to base. He then turned his attention to the far smaller, squashed looking seeker that had been under their leader's frame and sighed. Next to him Skywarp looked like he was about to burst into laughter.

"It wasn't funny Skywarp," he said solemnly, stepping forward to lift Starscream's arm, "Come help me with him. We'll warp him back to base."

"Aw c'mon TC," Skywarp drawled as he came forward to do as his trine mate asked, he hoisted Starscream up not quite so gently, "It was a little funny. Didn't you see his face when he smacked right into Megatron's aft!"

Thundercracker shook his helm as they supported their limp trine leader between them, "He'll be upset when he comes around."

"Won't be as 'upset' as Megatron's gonna be." Skywarp commented, and Thundercracker braced himself as the battle field before them vanished in a flash of violet light only to be replaced with his and Skywarp's quarters. "And we'll make him feel better when he wakes up." He added lustfully as he helped Thundercracker lay Starscream on their berth.

Said blue seeker didn't appear to be listening, his gaze sweeping over his trine leader curiously, "Don't you think we should take him to the med bay? What if something in that whacked up Autobot's invention did more damage than we can see."

"Megatron will be in the med bay," Skywarp reminded him, climbing up onto the berth and shuffling close to Starscream's side, stroking a finger down his delicate wing, grinning to himself as it twitched slightly at his touch

"Yeah," Thundercracker reluctantly nodded, "We'll make him feel better."

Megatron frowned to himself as he felt his frame coming back to full awareness, only... it didn't feel like his frame. His self diagnostic ran through itself a lot faster than it normally did. When he turned his helm, his sensors gradually coming back online, it didn't feel as heavy as it should have. Had he lost part of his helmet?

There was an unidentifiable source of heat coming from either side of him, and something was touching his abdomen, and his thigh.

His optics finally came back online and he frowned as the ceiling he stared up at was neither his or the med bays. And then, to make matters worse, the recognized the touches on his frame to be that of another mech's. He lurched in shock as there was a chuckle to his right.

Starscream's purple trine mate, Skywarp, appeared, grinning lustfully at him. "See you're finally awake."

Megatron snarled, faceplates warping into an expression of fury. He lifted a servo to punch the idiot in the face, when he saw a flash of blue. Distracted, he lifted his servo.

It was blue.

Before he could properly discover why, Skywarp's face was in his, mouth slamming into his lips and biting at them harshly.

Megatron snarled again and shoved at the seeker's cockpit, but he couldn't budge him. Skywarp simply gripped him harder, pushing him further down into the berth. He wasn't strong enough to dislodge him and before he knew it, Skywarp was completely on top of him, grinding his hips into him.

"Skywarp!" he roared and then gasped. Optics widening in horror as the voice he shouted with wasn't his. It sounded horribly like-

"Alright Screamer," Skywarp smirked, "Calm down, I'll stop teasing."

Screamer? Starscream!?

He stared down at himself in horror; yellow cockpit, blue servos, white chassis and cherry red hips –which Skywarp was currently sitting on. His optics widened even more. How was this possible? Where was his real frame? And what the slag was Skywarp doing!?

And then it got worse.

"Don't worry Star," said a very deep voice, and Megatron looked to the left to see Thundercracker lounging on the berth before he began to crawl towards him, "We'll take care of you."

Take care- What the frag was going on!? This wasn't taking care of anything. So far all Megatron could gather was that they were out to frag their trine leader.

They thought he was their trine leader.

They were out to frag him!

"Get off of me you fools!" he barked, wincing as it came out in more of a shriek. He tried to shove Skywarp off him only to have Thundercracker grab his servos and quickly swap places with his trine mate.

The purple seeker reappeared behind him and Megatron felt himself being pushed up into a sitting position. He grunted as Skywarp's frame squashed against his back, pushing him right up against Thundercracker. For a moment he struggled, trying to kick out his legs, but was quickly and easily restrained.

Frag it! Why was Starscream so weak?!

He squirmed and hissed in fury as Skywarp reached around from behind and grabbed hold of his–or Starscream's- interfacing panel, giving it a rough squeeze.

"I command you to release me!" he shouted, Starscream's high pitched voice filling the room.

The other seeker's frames vibrated as they chuckled, "You'll like it in a bit Star, I promise." Thundercracker said soothingly, moving forward to take his mouth.

Megatron angled his helm away, bit down on the blue seeker's lips and tried just about everything to shake the blue seeker off, but nothing worked. Neither seeker seemed particularly concerned with his struggles either. It could have been that they didn't care, or that they were more than used to Starscream behaving like this anyway.

Now, however, he could only focus on trying to get rid of the glossa invading his mouth whilst Skywarp started stroking, rough and fast, to the underside of his interface panel. Against his will sensors started popping to life, flaring in recognition at the touches lubricating his –Starscream's- port.

His optics snapped open in horror as he heard a click and felt something hot and hard hit his aft; made only worse by Skywarp's groan before the very same hardness started to rub up and down his plating.

He thrashed again, fury completely overriding any and all panic.

His mouth was finally released, and he panted for air, "Stop..." he gasped breathlessly, trying to keep the anger in his voice, "Now... I'll fragging... deactivate you-"

"Yeah, yeah, we know," Skywarp muttered in his audial from behind.

Megatron looked to Thundercracker again and had to fight back the urge to purge as the blue seeker released his servos –Skywarp quickly taking hold of them- and flicked open his panel as well. Megatron sneered at the sight of his spike emerging, already leaking transfluid at the tip.

He fought against Skywarp again.

The position of restraining him was handed back to Thundercracker, who clutched his wrists far tighter. "Release me or I swear you'll regret it!" Megatron snapped in his face.

Thundercracker merely rolled his optics and Megatron yelped as Skywarp's finger delved between his thighs from behind and teased his interfacing panel into opening with a flick, he shivered as cold air hit Starscream's lubricated port.

"Got it!" Skywarp called over his shoulder to Thundercracker. "We gonna spike him one at a time or together?"

"No!" Megatron shrieked, no longer wincing at the sound of Starscream's shrill voice. He shoved forward against Thundercracker in a last attempt to get away from the hot spike tip prodding at his port, legs shuffling on the berth as he tried to kick the purple seeker away, "No! You fools! I said NO!"

He felt some inclining of hope and almost relief as Thundercracker leant back slightly, grip loosening on his wrists as he looked down at him with an expression of concern.

Unfortunately, Skywarp wasn't nearly as observational.

Megatron's intakes caught in his throat as he was suddenly and roughly shoved into. Starscream's port, though well lubricated –much to his humiliation- was small and tight. He screamed in rage, mortification and pain. His normally loud, menacing roar came out as a shrill, pathetic shriek that almost sounded like he was squealing.

Port walls still rippling and spasming around the intrusion that was Skywarp's spike, Megatron tried to whirl around and punch him in the helm, only to be tugged back around by Thundercracker again. He released a noise somewhere between a wail and a groan as he pulled on his servos helplessly, Skywarp's spike starting to withdraw out of him to then push in, slowly. He tried to pull away from it but was stuck between the two seeker's frames, utterly helpless.

He had never been in such a humiliating, degrading position in his entire existence, and it was made only worse by Skywarp pushing close to his back to pant in his audials, moaning to him about how tight he was and how much he must love this, punctuating the end of every lewd comment with the rock of his hips.

"Frag you!" Megatron managed to snarl at him once he'd gotten somewhat used to the sharp, burning pain of the spike in his port.

Skywarp chuckled and Megatron grunted as he was shoved forward, Thundercracker moving back so there was room for the purple seeker to push his face into the berth and hoist his aft into the air. It turned out Skywarp hadn't been anywhere near rough before.

Megatron cried out in an admittedly high pitched Starscream-like manner as Skywarp drove himself forward, servos gripping his aft and pulling him back into every plunging thrust.

"I'll AH!- Destroy- nughh!- both of youuuohhh!" Megatron managed to shout at them, his voice somewhat muffled by the berth Skywarp was shoving his face into. He couldn't push himself up on his servos, they were still being held above him by Thundercracker.

"Oh, shut up Screamer, you love it." Skywarp laughed at him from behind, working his hips hard and fast against Megatron's aft, hitting sensor nodes inside his port with precision born of many vorns practice. Megatron, through his pain and anger, realized that Starscream must interface with him regularly for Skywarp to be this practiced.

He bit back the moans trying to worm their way out of his vocalizer, mouth falling open against the berth as he silently murmured more obscenities against them, the tension melting out of his frame with every thrust, what little anger he was still forcing himself to hold kept slipping away against his will.

His servos fell limply to the berth beside him and he immediately took the opportunity to push himself up, faltering slightly under the force of Skywarp's rough thrusting, knocking him back down again.

A servo came to grip his face and Megatron sneered as he was brought face level with Thundercracker's spike. The blue seeker urgently nudged his arousal against his lips and Megatron's fury was displayed in Starscream's optics.

No way in the pit.

"C'mon Star, I did it for you last cycle." Thundercracker groaned, and the momentum of Skywarp pounding into Megatron from behind kept sending him forward into the blue seeker spike, the tip poking against his cheek.

He made the huge mistake of opening his mouth to curse at them both, and Thundercracker filled it. He gagged and choked around the spike moving around his mouth, his tank rolling. He wasn't sure if purging was a bad idea at this point. His fury and indignation came back tenfold and he could hear Skywarp panting and muttering in frustration behind him, thrusts slowing down before picking up again.

Thundercracker frowned at the lack of sucking going on and decided to take that as initiative to thrust into his trine leader's mouth instead.

Megatron seemed to realize what was happening a moment too late as Thundercracker took his helm in both servos and shoved it forward, his spike slipping all the way into his mouth and hitting the back of his throat. He screamed around it, trying to bite down, but there was too much.

"He's feisty tonight Warp," He heard Thundercracker comment.

Skywarp merely grunted.

Time passed and Megatron slowly lost more and more energy –clearly Starscream's frame didn't have the same stamina as his did- as he was violated from both ends. Thundercracker's faceplates scrunched up and Megatron's optics widened in horror as he anticipated the sickening rush of fluid in his mouth. He gasped as the spike was roughly pulled from his mouth but was too slow in closing his optics and mouth again before he was splattered in the face.

He shouted out as his vision was blurred by transfluid, streams of the bitter fluid stinging his glossa, and turned his helm away even though the damage had already been done. He heard Thundercracker gasp from above him, and a servo started gently wiping the fluid away from his face and optics.

"Sorry Star," he heard Thundercracker apologize hastily, "I know you don't like that."

Through his prolonged exposure, the entire situation had gone from horrifying in Megatron's mind, to bewildering. Skywarp and Thundercracker, though in the midst of raping him, or Starscream –if they were even aware that it was what they were doing- seemed to know his Second's frame well enough to entice unwanted pleasure from him, and were relatively, in Thundercracker's case anyway, concerned about his well being.

He still felt uncomfortable not cursing and fighting against them though.

And no one, no one, got away with overloading on his face.

"You fragging glitches!" He shrieked, trying to lash out and grab Thundercracker's spike to rip it off, "I'll have your spikes cut off and welded to your helms!" he threatened, fully intending to go through with it if he ever got out of this situation. His menacing aura was probably being undermined by Skywarp who was still thrusting in and out of his port though.

Thundercracker seemed to be confused by this as well.

"What are you doing back there?" he asked, frowning at Skywarp, shouting over the top of his 'trine leaders' grunting and gasping and incoherent cursing.

"My hardest! He's not responding like he should!"

Thundercracker sighed, if you wanted a job done right, you'd have to do it yourself.

He pushed both of his trine mates back, Skywarp fell on his aft, and 'Starscream' landed hard on his lap, howling as the spike sank deeper at an awkward angle.

Thundercracker moved into front of him again, leaning down to kiss his cockpit.

"We'll make it go away Star," He said softly between kisses, and Megatron pulled a face at the strangeness of it all, confused by the concern lacing his words. "You don't need him, we're here."

He took Megatron's mouth in a fierce kiss, biting and licking him harshly and Megatron almost found himself enjoying it. "Thrust harder," Thundercracker hissed against his lips, but was clearly speaking to Skywarp behind him, "Like he would."

Megatron was starting to wonder who this he was.

He stopped growling and snarling at them for a moment as Thundercracker's warm servos started to rub his cockpit in circles, mouth dipping down to kiss his neck. Megatron released a quiet moan by accident and clamped his mouth shut in embarrassment. Skywarp's rhythm changed, and Thundercracker slipped a finger down to his port, slithering to between the rim and his trine mate's spike, and flicked a sensor node there.

He moaned again, louder this time, at the jolt of pleasure racing up his sensor net.

Skywarp bit down on his–Starscream's- wing, and Thundercracker's fingers fiddled with the front of his panel, drawing his spike out.

He moaned again; it felt too good.

"He'll never love you like we do," Skywarp hissed in his audial, "And we'll never hurt you like he does."

Megatron moaned like a slut as Thundercracker, his spike now tucked away and port glistening with lubricant, pushed his opening against Megatron's spike and then lifted himself up. "And he'll never let you in like we do," Thundercracker growled in his audial before he slipped down, allowing his spike to sink deep within him.

Skywarp was kissing the side of his helm, rocking his hips, his spike hitting nodes dead on as Thundercracker began to ride him, teasingly slow. His blue hips moved back and forth as his wings fluttered seductively before him. The seeker leant back on his servo and used it to push himself further down Megatron's spike.

And Megatron, mouth hanging open, panting heavily, could only stare at the beauty that was Thundercracker.

All seekers' were beautiful, especially when they flicked their wings and twirled their narrow hips like Thundercracker was.

He could only imagine Starscream being more beautiful.

Megatron didn't have the focus to consider whether it was him that that thought had originated from or if it was Starscream's narcissistic programming getting to him as Skywarp rammed forward, and hit the mark, twisting his hips and grinning against the back of his helm as he felt him stiffen in overload.

Lubricant and transfluid gushed from both Megatron's spike and port, dripping onto the berth beneath him and shooting up into Thundercracker.

The blue seeker himself came with a reserved shudder and sigh, and Megatron felt a rush of fluid around his spike. It was almost charged him up again. Frag, he couldn't even remember the last time he'd overloaded.

Skywarp grunted and thrust forward a few more times, Thundercracker's expectant look not doing much to help, before he finally came, ramming as deep as he could inside Megatron and filling Starscream's frame with his fluid.

Megatron would have felt sick at the sensation of hot transfluid spurting into his port had he not been so sated.

"Feel better now?" Thundercracker asked him softly, wrapping his arms around him and tugging him down to lie on the berth between him and Skywarp, unaware or uncaring of the various puddles of fluid decorating it.

Megatron muttered incoherently.

Skywarp laughed, "See, together we're as good as any Megatron, Screamer."

Starscream's systems were too exhausted and weak for Megatron to stay awake for much longer and before he could mutter an undignified and confused 'wha?' at what the purple seeker had just said. He sank into recharge with the surprisingly comforting feel of two seekers curled around him and an uncomfortable ache in his port.

As good a frag as that had been, he was still going to rip their spikes off the first opportunity he got.

Starscream onlined his optics, hissing low as bright lights stung them. He offlined them again.

Someone was fumbling with a panel on his side. He slapped them away irritably, it was probably Skywarp and he wasn't in the mood.

"Later! You insatiable glitch." He muttered, his audials not yet fully lucid enough to notice the considerably deeper tone his voice held.

"My Lord?"

Starscream onlined his optics again, shocked. "What?" he snapped, sitting bolt upright on the berth.

He took a moment to observe his surroundings; he was in the med bay, Soundwave and Hook were staring at him, several Constructicons hovered around behind them, and there was not a trine mate to be seen- those ungrateful, untrustworthy fiends!

"Lord Megatron, are you alright?" Hook asked again, stepping forward warily.

Starscream mouthed the words, Lord Megatron, blinking rapidly.

Was he-?

He looked down. Grey chest, black servos, oversized pedes.

Holy Frag, he was the ugly slagger!

Within seconds he ran through scenarios and options. He had somehow ended up in Megatron's frame –The Autobot inventor was likely to thank for that- and no one seemed aware that it was really him, not even that sycophantic Soundwave. And this was very, very good thing, especially if he assumed his beloved leader now inhabited his frame. He couldn't even begin to think of the possibilities. Mostly power, yes, lots of power, both in this frame and that which he held over the other processor-less morons in his faction.

Yes, this was good.

Soundwave's visor turned towards him and Starscream heightened his mental blocks; but no probing came. It looked like the tape deck was so painfully loyal to his mighty Megatron that he would never even so much as attempt to brush his masters mind.

He cleared his throat, "Well!" he barked, inwardly grinning at the depth and power his voice held as the other Decepticon's flinched back, "What are you waiting for, status report!"

Soundwave immediately went into a flawless description of the battle, what had happened before and after he had been shot by that moronic Autobot inventor, and then onto the outcome of the battle. He frowned deeply as Soundwave seemed to put attention on the fact that it had been Starscream's –his-fault that the raid had gone so wrong.

Starscream growled low, so that was why he was always blamed for everything!

Soundwave seemed to take his darkened mood as anger aimed towards Starscream, rather than him, and Starscream allowed the loyal third to fall into a false sense of security; for now at least.

He dismissed them from the med bay with a wave of his servo, smirking to himself as they all obeyed him immediately and without question. Not even Thundercracker or Skywarp were so obedient for him.

What was it about Megatron that bade everyone listen to him that he obviously didn't have? Was it just because he was bigger? Or was it his fusion canon that he waved around so carelessly?

Starscream sighed to himself now that he was in the med bay alone and took the time to glance at the canon mounted on his arm. He ran a servo down it. Still smooth and polished, just as it had been on the cycle he had originally handed it to his ungrateful aft-headed leader. His–Megatron's- servos drifted elsewhere, lower. He'd always secretly wanted to do this, run his fingers down his leader's battle hardened chest.

He smirked to himself as he looked down, his thick black fingers dancing along the top of his interface panel. He checked to make sure no one was around, feeling particularly devious. He manually flicked open his leader's cod piece and took a good, long look at the spike he had had so many dreams and fantasies about. The spike he had made Thundercracker and Skywarp role-play with him over.

He wasn't disappointed.

The only problem was, being in Megatron's frame meant he couldn't actually get fragged by such an impressive piece of equipment.

Or maybe 'he' could.

He grinned to himself, quickly tucking the limp spike back into its casing and exiting out of the med bay, heading straight towards his trine's quarters. Without a doubt that's where they would have taken his frame, and if he was right in his assumption that Megatron's mind was actually in there...

With much longer legs he was able to get there a lot faster and was at their door within moments. It was locked. He knocked; there was no answer.

Huffing in frustration he looked around, and then lifted his arm. But of course, what else were fusion canons for?

As he powered it up and took aim, he tried to remember why on Cybertron he had even given such a powerful weapon to Megatron. He fired through the thick, steel door, and stepped through the smoke and warped metal, spark sinking as he powered the weapon down again. Then again, he had only created such a weapon in the first place to impress his leader.

It hadn't worked.

He looked over to the berth, to see both his trine mates, stunned and half awake sitting up on their berth and between them was a limp red, white and blue frame, his frame.

And then his olfactory sensors analyzed the scent in the room. It stank of oil, lubricant and transfluid, his nasal plating wrinkled at the intensity of it before he focused on his offlined frame on the berth... which was covered in the various fluids.

They had interfaced.

Thundercracker and Skywarp had interfaced with his frame... whilst his Megatron was in it!

They had interfaced with HIS Megatron!

How dare they?! They knew what he meant to him! They knew how much he cared about him! And they had gone and done this!?

"Get away from him!" He roared, completely forgetting that they still thought he was Megatron and had no idea what they'd done to anger him. He stamped into the room, fusion canon powering up again.

Skywarp and Thundercracker both dove for cover, the blue seeker nearest his frame tried to pull what they thought was Starscream out of harm's way.

"I said don't touch him!" he continued to rant, firing over their helms and rushing forwards, snatching his own small blue servo, which he hadn't realised was so small until he'd had this perspective, and then picked the rest of the seeker's frame up. Either his frame was lighter than he'd ever realised or Megatron's was just a lot stronger as he effortlessly tossed the limp frame over his shoulder.

He didn't turn back to say anything to his trine mates. Telling them might have ruined his plan anyway.

He stormed back down to the med bay, intent on having Megatron repaired before anything else. It may have been Megatron, but it was still his frame and he couldn't have it being in such a state.

The Constructicons were more than a little alarmed and confused when he thundered back into their work place for the second time that cycle and demanded that they not only fix the seeker's frame, but knock out the dents and polish him all over as well.

He wanted his frame looking as glorious as it always did. If Megatron ruined his reputation as the best looking mech in the entire fragging faction, he'd kill him.

When Megatron woke up the entire thing could have been a dream. It could have... had it not been for the burning throb in his port, or more accurately, Starscream's port.

Suddenly there were fingers in his interface array again, thicker than Thundercracker or Skywarp's had been, thoroughly moving about. He hissed and kicked out in pain and indignation, bristling as several deep voices chuckled.

He onlined his optics to see Scrapper's face inches from his, smirking smugly. Megatron's faceplates twisted into an expression so hateful that even though he was in Starscream's frame some of the Constructicons exchanged wary glances. Scrapper, whom had obviously been on the receiving end of many of his second's glares, wasn't the least bit perturbed. He laughed to himself again and Megatron jumped on the berth, only just noticing how he was restrained on it, when those fingers shoved roughly into his port again. He glanced down, shocked to see Mixmaster between this spread and restrained thighs.

"Get the frag away from me!" he howled, thrusters scraping on the berth as he tried to escape the Constructicons forceful servos.

"Relax Screamer," Scrapper said again, his heavy servo coming down to pat his on the cockpit. Megatron squirmed. Was this what his Second had to put up with every cycle? Every one of his subordinates molesting and raping him?! "We're under Megatron's orders. He wants you all nice and cleaned up for him."

Megatron stiffened, someone masquerading as him had ordered him cleaned up? Starscream?

He glanced down again and felt a minuscule amount of relief when he saw that Mixmaster did in fact have a cleaning rag in hand. He fidgeted though; as Mixmaster bent down again, hot cycled air expelled across his already abused port as he laughed, "Wow Screamer, he really went all out on ya."

Megatron growled, squirming on the berth as the entire gestalt circled around him, looking at him with a mix between amusement and lust.

"Release me!" he barked at them, "I am your Commander, you will regret treating me-"

"Oh, can it Screamer!" Longhaul called out, coming forwards to take a look between his legs at what Mixmaster was gesturing at. Megatron used all the strength he had to try and break the restrains to either kick them in the face or just close his legs and preserve his dignity.

"Ha!" Longhaul laughed, "That's why he's so prissy." He looked up at Megatron from between his legs, Mixmaster returning his task of cleaning him up, taking pleasure in rubbing harshly and in just the wrong places to make the seeker squirm and hiss even more. "What's the matter Screamer, Megatron spike you a little too hard."

Megatron's optics widened at the comment. The very idea that those fools would think he, Megatron, had any involvement with his Second whatsoever and that he would be unskilled enough to inflict damage on even a frame as small as Starscream's in doing so.

That, and the fact they were not at all acting professional. He'd had no idea how disgusting and perverse they truly were, they had never acted anything less than respectful when he was in the med bay. This behavior could not be tolerated, and if it wasn't for the fragging restrains it wouldn't be.

Primus he wished he had his fusion canon.

He gasped and hissed in indignation when Mixmaster, slipped a finger into his port and wriggled it about mischievously, not even pretending to be cleaning him up anymore as he waggled his optical ridges up at him suggestively.

"How dare you touch me!" Megatron howled, thrashing about on the berth, pulling at the restrains again, tugging with all his might, which wasn't a lot in Starscream's light, delicate frame. "I am your superior! Your commander!"

"Think we have time to have a little fun with him before Megs gets back?" Mixmaster asked Scrapper, his finger still stroking the inner walls of his port.

Megatron released a shriek of unrestrained fury and wishing it could have been a roar, a powerful, mechly roar.

The Constructicons laughed again, their own amusement masking the sound of the med bay doors opening.

"What the FRAG are you doing!"

Megatron jumped as he heard his own voice bellow across the med bay. The finger that had been invading his port, shot out, and the Constructions around him instantly backed off.

"Lord Megatron, sir," Scrapper said quickly, coming forward, "We have done as you ordered and finished our repairs on-"

"That's not all you've been doing is it!?" the mech in Megatron's frame shouted in his face, and Megatron, from his positions splayed out on the berth could see a sneer that was most definitely Starscream's on his lips, "If any of you filthy, boltless fools touch him again, I will see it to personally that your interfaces are welded shut!"

Megatron blinked at…himself. It was definitely Starscream in there, he was far too hysterical to be anyone else.

The Constructions looked both terrified and confused as their leader ranted in their faces, and Megatron had to admit he felt a slight hint of amusement as they stumbled over each other, stuttering excuses.

Then his frame, or Starscream, approached the berth he lay on. He scrambled about on it, painfully aware of how the idiots had left his–or Starscream's– panel hanging open. The hulking grey mech loomed over him, his chest brushing his cockpit as he undid the restraints. As soon as he was free, Megatron tried to leap off the berth to extract revenge, first against Mixmaster for dare thinking he could assault a superior like that, and then against his own frame, or Starscream who was in there, because this entire situation was his fault in the first place.

Unfortunately, before he could take two steps he was swept off his thrusters as Starscream's stupidly light frame was lifted up into the colossal arms that had once belonged to him. Starscream wasn't paying the least bit of attention to him or his scrambles to get free as he barked at the Constructicons before he left, "And he's out of your league!"

Once out in the corridor, Megatron punched his own faceplates, unwilling to have done so in front of the Constructicons lest they though he was attacking their leader again. Starscream's grip immediately loosened and he was dropped to the ground. He was back on his thrusters in no time, though, and he shoved against the larger frame, intending to push him into the bulkhead.

Starscream didn't budge in the slightest.

"Not nice to have the tables turned, is it?" his own deep voice said and Megatron looked up to see Starscream smirking down at him with his lips.

Megatron took a step back, not entirely sure what he was going to do as Starscream's bigger frame leered down at him. He shouted out as he was suddenly lifted again and thrown back into bulkhead, Starscream carrying out the very same move he had attempted on him. He thrashed, squashed between the wall and his own frame as Starscream leaned in close.

"Now I'm in charge, mighty Megatron, now I'm the lord and master." He whispered sadistically in his audial, "I am going to rule over this faction in ways you never could, and there is nothing you can do to stop me because now, I am the stronger, I am the more powerful."

Megatron growled at him, dermas flashing as he clawed at the large black servos holding him up against the bulkhead. Megatron leant forward, snapping his dermas, trying to bite him as Starscream hovered close.

"And do you know what I'm going to do first, Mighty Megatron?" His own optics darkened with lust and Megatron's spark thumped as the next words were whispered in his audials. "You, my dear leader, are coming to my berth... or yours."

He thrashed, kicking his thrusters out at Starscream, sneering at him in disgust.

"Relax," Starscream cooed, "I'll be gentle, I wouldn't want to damage my own frame now would I?"

And Megatron truly had run out of insults and curses to throw at him. He couldn't deny that he found Starscream really, quite attractive and had he still actually been in his frame and not had the cycle he'd had, without a doubt in his processor he would have probably dropped everything to interface with the seeker.

But not in this manner. First, he did not like being spiked, and that was obviously what was going to happen here, and secondly, he did not find himself the least bit attractive at all. He didn't want to interface with himself.

Of course Starscream, the narcissistic glitch he was, was only too willing to be going down on what he perceived to be the most stunning frame not only in the faction but ever to be built.

He didn't bother shouting out. Starscream was Megatron, and he was Starscream. No one would have challenged him when it came to the seeker's discipline and unfortunately, he thought to himself as he was lifted roughly and carried down the hallway, kicking and fighting for all he was worth.