When things are going well, Starscream doesn't take anything seriously ever.

[starscheme]

  It had been a while since the Decepticons had tasted victory. Not in trade off with defeat, of course. This campaign had simply been an abysmally long one, with neither side gaining ground or relenting for months. It had been exhausting, draining even... Then suddenly, a few days ago, the tides had finally changed in their favor, and a mere few hours ago they had secured the last autobot base on this alien planet.

It was a particularly gratifying victory, both for finally ending such a long campaign and for the advantages it afforded them. Not only were the planets mines and energon now in Decepticon control, but they had captured a good amount of Autobot intel along with it.

Of course, there's no time for Decepticon command to take respite. While the rest of the troops are celebrating a raucous victory elsewhere on the ship, Starscream has to go meet with Megatron for further discussion on setting up a proper crew to remain on site and run things once the Nemesis has gone and moved onto the next battlefront. It's a necessary evil, but one that Starscream isn't too keen in dealing with at the moment. So when he saunters into Megatron's quarters, he has a bottle of high-grade Engex (a pilfered prize from one of the Autobot High-Command offices) and a glass clasped together in the talons of one hand, because if he's going to work he's at least going to make it so that he can enjoy himself... and maybe if he's lucky he'll get Megatron to indulge a bit as well. Bastard needed to relax a bit for once.

“Your loyal followers are all wondering where their glorious leader is and why he isn't down celebrating his victory with them,” Starscream says in a lazy drawl, setting both items down on the table at the center of the room with a soft clink.

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[bigfuckinggun]

Megatron holds his gaze even as Starscream taps his ridiculous foot against his chest, his only immediate reaction to the impudent gesture a low growl.

"Really?" he replies, skeptical. "And then what would you do with yourself?"

[starscheme]

"Do you really think it would be very difficult for me to find someone else on this ship to finish the job with?" Starscream rumbles without budging an inch. "Honestly, you should count yourself lucky to have me, I could easily take my business elsewhere..." he was getting desperate to goad Megatron into reciprocating something , hiding his growing impatience under nasty words.

[bigfuckinggun]

He isn't hiding it very well, and Megatron is pretty tempted to keep this up just to watch him get more impatient – but entertaining though the prospect might be, he doesn't actually want Starscream to storm out on him.

He sits up, only slightly, and wraps one massive robot yaoi hand around the leg that's still pointing at his chest with a gentle tug that's not enough to actually make him move, but threatens to haul Starscream undignifiedly into his lap if he pulls much harder.

"I would really prefer you did not," he murmurs.

[starscheme]

Unsurprisingly, that wins Megatron one insufferably smug, triumphant smirk, followed up with a dark chuckle. Starscream scoots forward until his position on the table can only be described as "precarious". He carefully moves his free leg from under the other, stretches, and hooks one absurd foot around Megatron's side and into his back, trying to coax him closer.

"Lucky for you, I'm willing to give you a trial period during which you can try and convince me to change my mind," he murmurs back before planting a rather vicious kiss right on Megatron's weirdly off-putting robot lips.