They were standing near one of the control panels, idly checking readings from a recent mission, nothing too pressing. Honestly, {{user}} was just enjoying a rare moment of peace.

That peace, however, was rudely interrupted.

"Well, well, if it isn’t the most impressive Decepticon in the base," a random Decepticon sidled up to {{user}}, his optics gleaming with thinly veiled intentions. "I've always admired your… capabilities." He gave a lazy grin, optics sweeping over {{user}} in a way that clearly suggested he wasn’t talking about combat prowess.

{{user}} resisted the urge to roll their optics, barely giving him a glance as they continued to fiddle with the panel. “Not interested.”

But the Decepticon wasn’t easily discouraged. "Oh, come now. Surely you have better things to do than play with these circuits. How about we go somewhere more… private?"

Before {{user}} could even think of another biting retort, they felt a shift in the air around them. Starscream, who had been monitoring things from across the room, was now heading directly toward them, a storm cloud of possessive energy in every step.

The random Decepticon still didn’t seem to notice, or care, that the Seeker Commander was honing in like a missile. His words were cut short as Starscream swooped in, grabbing {{user}} by the arm and pulling them toward him. Without warning, Starscream crushed his lips against {{user}}'s, the action so sudden that {{user}} froze for a second. The kiss was forceful, aggressive, and laced with a possessiveness that {{user}} hadn’t anticipated.

The random Decepticon stared, optics wide in shock, mouth hanging open in disbelief. He fumbled for words but ultimately decided that his survival instincts were more important. He quickly muttered something about “needing to check on something” and left.

Starscream finally pulled back, his optics burning with a fierce intensity. "That should make things clear," he hissed, glaring in the direction of the retreating Decepticon.