"I think you know you couldn't break them," Starscream had taunted, and Megatron had wanted to ask why he was on the Constructicons' side for once except they both knew that wasn't the point. Megatron had made his position clear, and Starscream felt the need to challenge him; that was how it always went, and one day Megatron would tire of the game but not today.
"Nothing you do could bind me, Starscream," he had said with a taunting smirk. Starscream, of course, had taken that for the invitation it was and leaped at him, experimental shackles all but forgotten in his fist. Megatron had ducked and taken flight, restricted in his evasive-maneuvering options by the obstacle-riddled quarters of the Constructicons' workshop but by no means crippled.
Starscream had given chase, buoyed - or so it seemed to Megatron - by the assembled Decepticons' cheers and shouts. Megatron himself was deaf to them; the heat of Starscream's turbines was thick against his back and he barrel-rolled and hit the ceiling feetfirst. Starscream's shriek of victory was cut short as Megatron ricocheted, blasting past the lighter mech with a force that sent him straight into a tailspin.
Megatron turned almost lazily in the air, laughing - and half a ton of enraged Seeker hit him full-on, wrapping around him in a tangle of sleek limbs and sharp wings and nakedly furious desire. The room spun around them, and Megatron roared in defiance of it as he slammed into the opposite wall. He was just trying to figure out whether that had been due to Starscream's interference when his left wrist complained of sudden sharp pain.
He looked down, and saw Starscream grinning wickedly over the thorned shackle locked on his wrist. "Bound," he pronounced, and pressed close to claim his prize.
Megatron grinned sharply against his mouth. "Never."