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The mysterious arms shoved Starscream back into the cell. He crashed against the ground, the cuffs pinning his arms behind his back only releasing when he hit the floor, energon staining the ground.
Megatron was going to kill them. He had already planned to kill them for kidnapping and imprisoning them, but this just cemented it.
Megatron pulled Starscream up, tilting his helm to get a better angle of the injury, ignoring the pained whimper it drew from the small seeker, and ignoring how Starscream weakly pawed at his arm, a silent plea for gentleness that went unanswered.
Megatron was disgusted by how clinically the injury was done. Long cracks trailed up(or maybe down) the seekers faceplates, sill leaking energon, yet so painfully neat. These were not just natural cracks. They were specifically carved into his faceplate.
Megatron. Was going to. Kill. Them.
One of Starscream's optics was stained green. A sickly, bright colour. On an optic that the seeker struggled to keep open because of the carved lines over and around it.
Megatron tightened his hold on the small seeker, imaging just what he could do to them for revenge.
Steam filled Starscream's optics, yet didn't leave them, and Starscream weakly gripped onto Megatron's arm. Too tight.
Megatron wasn't actually sure what to do. He knew he should probably comfort the young swordsman, but he didn't know how. Physical contact, maybe?
Megatron wrapped one of his arms around the seekers back(carefully slipping under his wings), the other going around his helm. He could feel the seeker pause in confusion, a small quiet cute chir leaving his vocalizer. He pulled Starscream onto his lap, flushed to his frame, all sound leaving the room.
What else? One of his servos began rubbing gentle circles into the closest wing, which was apparently the right move as Starscream wrapped his over arms around Megatron as well, burying his helm against Megatrons shoulder pauldron and practically melting into the embrace.
If Megatron could feel the steam against his sides, that wasn't anyone's business.
"They-they," He cut himself off when his vents stuttered. Megatron listened silently, waiting for the seeker to unclog his vents. "I-i didn't do anything! I just-I..."
"I just looked too similar." So help him, if they had mutilated his seeker for looking like someone else, he was going to destroy them. Slowly and painfully, the way they deserved. "They-they said they could 'F-finish the look.'" The small seeker explained.
"It wasn't your fault." Megatron spoke firmly, but hopefully not unkindly. This was the one time he didn't want Starscream to be afraid of him. Starscream snuggled deeper in Megatron, almost as if he was trying to ignore the outside world, smearing pink energon onto Megatron. Megatron didn't mention this.
They simply stayed like that until Starscream fell into recharge in Megatrons hold. Just how much did he trust his leader if he was willing to do that after what they did?
They even stayed like that when Demolishor and Cyclonus freed them. Megatron walked through the ruins of where they were kept(the name not important enough to be remembered), holding the recharging seeker tight to him, ignoring the odd looking his soldiers gave him.
He was going to make sure nothing like this could ever happen again. (Even if he had to break the seekers' legs to protect him.)