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"-dare you come back here!" Starscream shrieks, surprisingly bereft of cape and crown.
Pinned beneath an enraged seeker, Megatron watches as the Ruler of Cybertron sheds all composure to spit insults at him from above. Straddling him with a sneer, words like acid fell from recently reformmated, repainted and glistening derma to land on his faceplate and reminded him of rain from the Rust Sea. Their bite perfected over millennias of sharp usage.
It felt refreshing, all the same.
The Lost Light, after a continuously long journey on a seemingly impossible mission, had reached out to Cybertron with the intent of it finally returning home. None were caught unaware as extensive contact was made between planet and ship to prepare for their return, retired warlord included. As the results of their mission still needed to be discussed in detail, Megatron knew a cell lie in wait for him upon exiting his ship turned home. Despite the extensive and drawn out bureaucratic processes awaiting him, Megatron easily and confidently stepped back onto the surface of a planet he'd once nearly destroyed. Only to then immediately be accosted by its highest order of leadership.
As his former Second brought down fist to faceplate, an EMF bursting with vitriol, Megatron reflected that no matter the distance, or time spent apart, he could always count on his SiC to remind him of his place.
"-have the bolts to come crawling back-"
He got lost looking up into those glaring optics, glowing such a heated red, that he barely defended himself from his continued assault. Shouting could be heard nearby as witnesses panicked in his periphery, clearly hesitant to redirect Starscream's ire unto themselves. Megatron severely doubted their ability to do so at the moment.
Curiously, Megatron took notice that Starscream had yet to utilize those deadly talons he compulsively sharpened. The blunt impact of a fist alone, and lack of tearing metal only proved the seeker's restraint. Fondness trickled through his EMF, which only incurred more of the scientist's wrath.
"-looking at me with that fragging look! You Pitspawned Pile of Slag-"
He didn't know what kind of look he was giving, one of awe most likely, but Starscream seemed to get angrier and angrier the longer he saw it as the seeker's face grew pinched and his volume became increasingly more shrill.
After belatedly noticing the small blade held against his throat cables, not in the least bit surprised, Megatron lifted a hand to the side of the other's helm. The endless stream of threats paused. He felt a bead of inner energon slowly fall from a shallow cut, but he ignored it in favor of brushing a thumb under one of his star's optics. It felt like the world held in its vents.
He locked optics once more with the seeker, brushing that barbed EMF with his own and humming before he spoke.
"I'm home, my Treacherous Spark..."
A myriad of emotions passed over Starscream's faceplate as his field wavered, before misty optics shuttered tight in anguish and yearning for his missing Spark. Starscream leaned down and touched their forehelms together. He then felt the telltale signs of talons digging deeply, desperately into the metal of his shoulder. Megatron felt that sharp EMF soften and entangle with his own. Their fields pushed and pulled one another, emotions rolling and thick. He shuttered his own optics and soaked in the other's presence, having long been starved of it.
"It's about time, you foolish brute..."
Megatron felt coolant drop onto his cheek, reminding him of an earthen rain. He reached up to wrap a servo around the other and held him close.
Finally, he was truly home.