"What's what?" Rodimus turned away from him far too obviously, feigningnonchalance. But he was a terribleliar. He avoided both Megatron's andStarscream's optics.
"The dent," Megatron said flatly.
"What dent?" Rodimus turned again when Starscream walked over to him to get a closerlook, but that only turned the injury towards Megatron, so he just keptspinning to avoid them. "There'snothing there!"
Once Megatron got up, though, there was nothing Rodimus coulddo. His hand held his tall shoulder inplace, and by extension, the rest of him, while he just looked at the floor andpretended not to notice Starscream's snickering in his peripheries. Megatron, on the other hand, looked much moreconcerned as he inspected it.
"How did you get this?" Megatron asked.
"Yeah, how'd you get it?" Starscream said betweensnickers. From the way Rodimus wasreacting, he was hoping for something seriously embarrassing that he could holdover his helm for a few weeks.
"You know that door, that like, gets delayed and closesearly sometimes? It's fromthat." Though Rodimus stillwouldn't look at their face, at least not for too long. Not to mention that he had his field heldtight to his frame. That thing wasalways out so far that this was immediately suspicious.
"Uh huh," Starscream said while rolling his opticsand leaning into one hip.
"I'm not buying it," Megatron agreed. "You don't walk into a door and get adent like that."
"Maybe because I didn't walk into a door, the door walked into me." Rodimus thoughtabout what he said for a moment. "Imean, it closed on me, okay? Whatever,it's just a dent it's not even that bad."
"What? Why wouldI do that?" Rodimus took a stepaway from his conjunx. Behind him,Starscream was all smiles. He couldpractically hear his thoughts. You're in troooouble!
"Because I want to see where that dent is on your altmode. And what other injuries you gotfrom doing what I think you were doing." Megatron crossed his arms, his optics holding firm. The guy really knew how to bring the sternlook when he needed to. "Now, Rodimus. We are not debating this."
"I'm tired," Rodimus complained. "I just wanted to come home and get somesleep." He looked at Megatron andStarscream with pleading optics, but Megatron remained firm and Starscreamentertained. "Okay, and maybe frag you guys. But I don't wanna do much work. Because tiredness. So can we just drop this and go toberth?"
"Sure," Megatron said with a shrug. "After you transform, that is. Which will only take a minute if youcooperate."
"Ugh, fine." Rodimus did as he was told, and then revvedhis engine as he was not told,because he was Rodimus, and who gave a damn if he upset the neighbours? It would only be their third complaint thatmonth. "See?" he said, nudgingthe damaged part of him up. "Just adent. From a door."
"Mhm." Megatron didn't sound convinced as he circled Rodimus to check, but thespeedster was back on his pedes before Megatron could get to the side of him.
"I'm fine," Rodimus grumbled.
"You were racing again," Megatron said, his voicesurprisingly soft.
"So?" Rodimus crossed his arms, glaring away from him.
"Rodimus, we've been over this." Megatron tried to sound sympathetic, but hiscame off quite annoyed. "It's notsafe."
"You're just jealous that your stupid alt mode can't goas fast as mine!" Rodimus snapped.
"I'm worriedbecause these races aren't monitored by medics," Megatron told him. "And competitors aren't afraid tointentionally hit you to knock you off the road. Which is what I'm assuming happened here, ifthose scrapes on your thigh have anything to say about it."
Rodimus didn't notice that Starscream had moved until he wasbehind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and nuzzling into his neck. "You're an idiot, but you're my idiot. Well, one of my idiots." He flashed a cheeky look at Megatron. With his voice low and soft, he added,"But I'd miss you if you were gone."
"It's not going to kill me," Rodimus muttered.
"It's a possibility," Megatron murmured. "And like Starscream said, we wouldn'twant to lose our Sun." He strokedRodimus cheek, and smiled at him when he finally looked at him and held hisgaze. He felt his field tingling withremorse, and was glad that he could feel it at all. "And we don't like to see him hurt,either."
"You kind of become an aft when you are,"Starscream added, receiving a well-deserved glare from Megatron. With a pout, he said, "Just a few weeksago you were complaining about Rodimus complaining about that injury hegot."
"Only because I was worried about you," Megatronmurmured, placing a kiss on Rodimus' forehelm.
Starscream whispered to Rodimus, "Don't listen to hislies." Which had Rodimus giving asnort of laughter, and Starscream a smile.
"These underground races aren't a good idea,"Megatron reminded him. "I knowthey're fun, but you can get your adrenaline rush without endangeringyourself. Please? For me?"
"I would say, 'and for me,' but I think that might makeyou want to race more." Starscreamkissed his cheek.
"Hey, I love you as much as him!" Rodimus protested,then added under his breath, "Somehow."
"Then for us," Megatron corrected. "Then we won't stop dragging you toRatchet's every time this happens."
"Aw, c'mon, not Ratchet again!"
"Then don't do it so you don't have to see himagain." He walked off towards theirberthroom, throwing over his shoulder, "I'm comming him now. Hopefully he can take you tomorrow."
Before Rodimus could even groan, Starscream was whispering tohim again. "When you're healed Iwouldn't mind roughing you up again, if you know what I mean." Starscream's hands drifted near, but notquite on, some lewd places.
Rodimus revved his engine.
"But not until after the Hatchet's gotten toyou." And with another laugh, Starscreamfollowed Megatron.
Feeling hot and bothered, Rodimus followed his conjunx. "You're an aft."
Flirty red optics flicked over his shoulder. "But you love this aft."
