Here you go guys.

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The next morning, the warlord wakes in his berth, clinging tightly to the datapad with the information on Seekers loaded onto it. A pinkish string of drool connects his helm to the berth, and a enormous helmache quickly begins to register as he shifts.

First thing he notices as he opens his optics is that the door between him and Starscream is barricaded from the other side by the bookshelf.

Odd… He tries to remember what he did the previous night, but the high grade keeps him from doing so.

Suddenly realizing that he is naked under the sheets of his berth, he looks around for his armour.

It looks to be on the floor of the still running washracks.

Which leads him to realize that his quarters are slightly flooded.

One job, drunk Megatron.

Turn off the fragging shower.

Slowly and painfully getting up, and holding the sheet around himself awkwardly as he shuffles towards the washracks, Megatron wonders if he even wants to know what he had done the night before.

After looking around the small washracks he decides the answer is no and shuts off the water.

As he returns the armour to his frame, he notices several new lacerations on his frame, as well as fresh gouges on the walls.

The familiar look of Starscream's slender scratch marks fills his spark with dread. “What have you done, you idiot..?”

He doesn't realize he spoke aloud until the shaky voice of his seeker comes from behind him. “A lot…”

Megatron spins, staring at the mech in shock. He's standing in the door between their rooms, his thin armour shredded away in very revealing places. His optics are lowered with fear, but he's still standing. “Lord Unicron…”

“You fell asleep before anything happened… if you're wondering.. You didn't.. get what you were after.”

He steps towards him, and the seeker yelps, leaping backwards into the room. “Oh.. Starscream… I..”

“Was overcharged. And decided I probably wanted to shower with you. And when I didn't, you tried to take me against my will.” He stares at his arms, trembling.

Megatron winces.  He wants to examine the seeker, see what he did to him. “Come here, Starscream. Let me see what I have done to you.”

The seeker shakes his helm “Being overcharged only brings out your base desires. You want to rape me.” as he backs away further.

Megatron sighs. “Starscream, I will not harm you again. Come here. Now.”

The skittish little thing shakes his helm. “NO!!”

Megatron growls softly, stepping into the Seeker's room. Starscream begins sobbing loudly, not having any fight left in him. The warlord stops.

Drunk Megatron had done a number on the poor creature. He's torn all over, and his emotional state seems to be even more broken than before. Megatron notices the blanket hanging around his berth before he notices the jagged slash in it and the scratches on the berth itself.

He closes his optics. He'll have to make this right somehow. “Starscream…” Apologizing is for the weak.

Apologizing is for the weak. Giving is for the weak.

Mercy is for the weak.

Loving is for the weak.

What is for the strong? Destruction?

Pain?

Brutality?

Loneliness?

Is loneliness all that the strong deserve?

“Star.. I…” He can't say it. Megatron walks over to the sobbing shaking seeker, wrapping his arms around him.

Starscream tenses right up, beginning to struggle. “No!! Let me go!! Let me go!”

“Shhh…. Come here.” His voice is surprisingly soothing, and the seeker slowly melts into his arms. “I… I am..” He vents, “I apologize, Starscream. I never wanted to do this to you…”

His optics widen in shock, and he stares up at the gladiator for a moment. “Wh-what?”

“Don't​ make me repeat myself, Starscream.. that was hard to get out…”

He pulls roughly out of his grip, disgust filling his spark, aimed at himself for enjoying the warlord's touch. “You.. have never apologized.. never…”

“Megatronus! It's not a funny joke, okay? My wings are sensitive…”

The gladiator had pulled on his wings again as they were walking. “What kind of sensitive?”

“All kinds…” The seeker muttered, arms around his chassis as if holding it in place. “That hurt…”

“Things in life hurt, Starscream.”

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“Orion, he'll kill you.”

The archivist shook his helm, pacing. “No. Megatronus is my friend. He wouldn't-”

The gladiator stormed in, his optics a blazing red. He began an attack formation, his target, Orion Pax.

A cry of pain comes from the seeker. He had tried to protect his one friend.

“Never, step in front of my sword.” Megatronus’ sharp voice rang out, echoing in the audials of the bleeding seeker on the floor.

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“Megatronus?”

The slap is harder than he'd ever been hit before, and he cries out as he flies backwards, hitting the wall. “It's Lord Megatron, you Vosian filth.” The cold red optics betray no emotion, nothing that reveals their friendship.

Starscream sits in shock for a few moments before bursting into hysterical sobs. Megatron blinks for a moment, before picking him up, a wave of guilt running over him. “Starscream, you are a soldier. You are a Decepticon. Decepticons do not cry.” He shakes him, seemingly out of anger.

Back in the present, Starscream is curled in the corner of the room, sobbing quietly​. Megatron thinks back over his interactions with the seeker. “I do not believe in apologizing.. this is true.” He huffs. “But… I am honestly repentant of my actions…”

Frag this is hard. The seeker won't budge.

“I'm calling Knockout in to examine you. And repair your armour.”

Instantly, Starscream shoots over to the berth, crawling underneath it. “No.. no.. no. No. Nonono.”

“It's too late, Star.” The nickname falls from his vocals before he can catch it. “He is on his way.”

“Please… don't make me talk about it…”

“I didn't say I was going to.”

The seeker is huddled up under his berth, trying to muffle his whimpers of pain from moving so fast. His frame is pretty torn up.

Knockout shows up within moments, armour half polished and medkit in servo. “Where is he?”

Megatron had briefed him on the situation over the comlink. He knows if he asks any questions or seems to disrespect the precious seeker he will be probably murdered.

Starscream whimpers, giving away his location. Knockout looks to the warlord for assistance. “I am not touching him. Find a way to get him out yourself.”

Starscream bites his lip, forcing away the slight flash of disappointment at Megatron's words. No. I don't want him to touch me.

Knockout sighs, “Can you help me move the berth?”

Another whimper, this one pleading. Starscream knows that Knockout is going to spread rumours about this.

Megatron hesitates before pulling the berth away from the wall. Knockout winces at the sight of the seeker. “By the Allspark….”