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Megatron's New Pet	By : Deceptigeek Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 10283 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Megatron's New Pet
- 1
Conquering Cybertron had been much easier than the Decepticon warlord had expected once that irritating little Prime and his pitiful mismatched crew on the organic planet had been dealt with. After defeating the Autobots on Earth and eliminating any chance of the Elite Guard being warned of the threat he now posed, Megatron led his Decepticon through the space bridge to Cybertron in a massive surprise attack, his forces being met with little resistance since no one had anticipated a full-scale Decepticon invasion. Within three megacycles, the tyrant was victorious, having gained absolute control of the unsuspecting planet and destroying all who dared to oppose his rule, including that fool Ultra Magnus himself. Everything had gone exactly according to plan and now, nearly a decacycle later, the newly appointed ruler of Cybertron relaxed upon his recently built throne, data pad in hand as he analyzed the recovering city's reconstruction process with waning interest and increasing boredom. Megatron set the device down with a grumble as he rose from his seat while his processor searched for an idea of what to do now for entertainment. The Decepticon lord's lip components curled into a mischievous grin as he recalled the prize he had won back on Earth: the insolent little Autobot he had thrown through the space bridge experimentally. Suddenly, Megatron did not feel quite as bored as he exited the throne room and stormed down the hallway in the direction of the cell where Optimus was being held.

Optimus was being held captive and chained in some featureless Decepticon cell and continued to struggle in an attempt to free himself from the shackles. He had no idea why he was being held here or why he was even still online, but as long as his spark still pulsed he swore he would find a way to get free and find his crew. He was worried about them; all he could remember was going through that space bridge then...this room.

The sound of heavy pedes clanging against the flooring resonated throughout the hallway as Megatron made his way to where his prisoner and former enemy was being held captive. How ironic, the Decepticon leader thought in amusement, that the very same cell blocks the young Prime was held up in had also been the designated area for Decepticon prisoners and traitorous Autobot who had been convicted of working for or with the enemy. Now this particular cell block has only a single resident, and Megatron figured it was time now to finally pay him a visit. Pausing in front of the password locked door, the massive gray mech entered the code on the attached keypad and smirked as the door slid open to allow him entrance to the rather small prison. The Decepticon leader strolled down through the rows of cells and suddenly came to a halt as he recognized the form of his captive through the bars. "Well, if it isn't the persistent little Autobot who attempted to foil my plans to conquer Cybertron. Are you enjoying your stay here back on your home planet?", Megatron asked sarcastically as he glowered down at the shackled mech in contempt.

Optimus froze and stared wide-opticed at the much larger mech as he stopped in front of his cell. The Autobot would be lying if he said he was not afraid of the tyrant, but he would be damned straight to the pits if he ever let the other mech know it. Steeling his nerve, the Prime glared at the Decepticon leader before speaking. What's the worst that could happen anyway? All Megatron would do is kill him right? "We're on Cybertron? Where's my crew?! What have you done with them?"

Megatron chuckled darkly as the younger mech shot him a nasty glare. It seemed the little wannabe hero was just as disrespectful and rebellious as always. How satisfying it will be to break and mold the former leader into a perfectly obedient and tame pet, Megatron thought to himself in amusement. The enticing image of Optimus being reduced to little more than a pleasure drone, chained to the warlord's berth with his silvery white thighs spread wide as he begged for his master's attention nearly sent a shiver down the tyrant's spinal column. Shoving the lust-filled thoughts to the back of his processor for now, Megatron strode up to the front of the cell to answer the Autobot's question. Or should I say, the Decepticon's home planet. You Autobots no longer have any rights here. As for your pitiful excuse of a crew, they are helping to rebuild Cybertron along with the rest of the enslaved Autobots. Once this city is finished being reconstructed, they will no longer be of use to me and will be terminated. ", Megatron answered coldly, red optics glaring through the bars as he studied Optimus' face for any sign of panic, shock or weakness.

Optimus did his best to control himself, he really did, but the thought of his team's deactivation sent a cold chill of panic throughout his body. After everything they had been through they were something of a family to him. He could not fail them; not again. Pulling harder against his chains, the Prime makes another attempt at escape. He knew his chances were slim but he had to try at least. "No! Let them go!" Although, it did beg the question: if the others were working as slave labor then why was he being kept here in a prison cell? That odd look that had appeared in Megatron's optics moments before was just as puzzling.

Megatron smirked as his attempt to rile up Optimus had been successful, watching with amusement as the Autobot struggled desperately against his chains in a futile attempt to escape. The Decepticon leader had always enjoyed toying with his captives and finding just what buttons to push to make them squirm in panic and this was by far no exception. "Let them go?", Megatron sneered as he repeated Optimus' demands. " Now why would I want to do that? They are a valuable part of my labor force as there are not very many functioning Autobots left who are able to perform such duties. Surely you are not going to suggest that I put the severely wounded to work, are you?", the older mech questioned in mock interest as he awaited another fit of frustrated struggling and yelling from Optimus.

Optimus paused and tried to calm down as best he could. The Decepticon had gotten quite a rise out of him already and he would do everything in his power not to let it happen again. His comment on the necessity of able bodied, i.e. slave labor, did leave his processors with one question though. One Optimus sorely wished he could ignore, however his curiosity got the better of him. "If you need so many mechs to do your work for you then why am I in here and not out there?"

"Because…", Megatron grinned menacingly down at the naïve young Prime through the bars of the cell, "I have far different, more pleasurable plans in mind for you. What a waste it would be to force you into slave labor when I could be forcing you into overload after processor-blowing overload." The Decepticon leader's ruby optics flashed with excitement as he could no longer stand simply toying with Autobot's processor. The tyrant wasted no time in unlocking the cell door to deactivate the energy bars and silently stalked over to the chained up form of Optimus as if he were one of Earth's large wild cats, preparing to pounce on its unsuspecting prey. Megatron stilled as he finally stood before the captured Autobot, easily towering over him in what must have been very intimidating for the much smaller of the two mechs. The lord of Cybertron paused for a moment, waiting to see if Optimus was going to panic and struggle again before making his next move.

The little voice in Optimus' head, the one that usually informed him that things were going to go down hill very, very, fast was screaming like a maniac. 'Overload', 'pleasure': this sounded an awful lot like 'sex slave', thank you very much. But try as he might, the shackles around his wrists would not budge and he was stuck, trapped between a rock and a hard place. In one more last ditch effort, the Autobot figured it best to try and reason with the much larger mech. "W-Why me? I mean, I'm sure there are other bots more attractive than me. Decepticons even! Ones you wouldn't have to chain up to have your way with. I'm really nothing special after all."

"Why?", Megatron parroted in amusement. "Do not be so humble, Autobot. Your form is quite pleasing to the optic sensors, after all. There is no use denying it.", the Decepticon leader purred as he reached a servo out to gently caress the soft metal cheek of Optimus's face plate. "Oh, but you are special. No other Autobot has opposed me and continued to function for as long as you have. Your tenacity and defiance along with your impressive skills on the battlefield have all managed to catch my optic, not to mention your desirable and attractive, young form. Long have I entertained the idea of ravishing you and now that I am lord of Cybertron and have you in my clutches, I intend to do just that." The elder of the two Cybertronians whispered huskily into the younger's audio receptor.

Optimus tried his best to move out of the Decepticon's touch, but somehow in some cruelly ironic fashion, he only ended up closer. Part of the Prime was pleased to hear someone say something pleasant about him for once, even if it did happen to be from Megatron, the slag maker himself. Optimus had never really had anyone tell him he was anything but average. Still, he could not let this lull him into a false sense of security. This was, after all, the mech that intended to have his way with him! "S-still why not choose some one more loyal and less likely to try and kill you in your sleep?"

The Decepticon lord's smirk grew wider as Optimus drew closer to lean into the deceptively loving touch, nearly brushing up against the other mech's powerful chassis in the process. "I have my ways of ensuring your loyalty to me. Surely you would not do something so foolish as to attack me while I recharge, or do the lives of your friends matter that little to you?", Megatron assured Optimus with a threat in that smooth, commanding, yet soothing voice of his while the servo that had just been caressing his prisoner's face plate, slithered down to hook around his slender waist. Keeping a firm grip on the Prime to prevent him from tearing away and retaliating, Megatron, without warning, dipped his head down to press their lip components together in a hungry kiss.

The young Prime's optics widen as the larger mech kisses him with no small amount of passion. Optimus unconsciously pressed closer to Megatron, even though he probably should have at least tried to get away. Megatron had said something about his friends though. Maybe if he allowed the Decepticon lord to do this, he would let them live?

Megatron chuckled in amusement against their locked lips as Optimus continued to draw even closer to the tyrant. Seducing the Autobot had proved to be much easier than he had anticipated, the Decepticon leader thought to himself as he lightly nipped at his captive's bottom lip. While attempting to tease Optimus into allowing his glossa entrance into his mouth, Megatron's servo began to wander down once more; this time settling on the younger mech's pert, little aft, prompting the warlord to give it a swift grope as they kissed.

The sudden and harsh grabbing of his aft quickly pulled Optimus back into reality and out of his dream world. What was he thinking letting this tyrant do as he pleased?! With one quick movement, the Autobot pulls back from the kiss. His optics wide, lips and face flushed from Megatron's actions. " W-wait! What guarantee do I have you won't go back on your promise and kill them anyway?"

A deep, rumbling growl of displeasure emitted from Megatron's vocalizer as Optimus tore his lips away, breaking the kiss. The Decepticon lord's fingers dug into the soft metal of the Autobot's aft as his rage began to build from being denied by the flustered mech. He was the ruler of Cybertron and no one, especially not an Autobot prisoner, would dare to refuse his advances without suffering the consequences. "They are worth more to me online than offline at the moment. When they no longer have a task they are able to perform, I will have them immediately terminated; unless of course, you can persuade me otherwise. I guarantee you that they will remain functioning, but only as long as you do exactly what I want. Their lives depend solely on your performance in the berth.", Megatron explained, making his intentions crystal clear to Optimus.

Whimpering and wincing at the sudden pain Optimus could only nod his understanding. He some how doubted he really got a say in the matter but if his...cooperation allowed his friends to function another day then he may as well. No point in taking anyone else down with hi. Slowly, carefully he leans back against Megatron. Biting his lip he decides to voice one more, humiliating bit of information. "F-fine but I should warn you I've never been with anyone before."

As Optimus reluctantly divulged that last bit of information while chewing his bottom lip in humiliation, Megatron could not help but let out a deep, rumbling purr of satisfaction at the sight. He had suspected that his captive, as young and naïve as he was, must be a virgin. The Decepticon lord was more than thrilled that what he had suspected all along had just been confirmed by the Autobot himself. "How it pleases me to be the mech to claim your innocence, my little Prime. I promise to be gentle with you just this once.", Megatron swore, grinning so widely that his fanged dentals were bared as he fantasized about the various lewd things he planned to do with Optimus once he had him pinned to the berth. The tyrant then began removing the chains that entangled the younger mech and tossed them to the floor until the only thing remaining were the cuffs binding his wrists.

Optimus wasn't at all reassured by Megatron's claim to be gentle, nor did the insinuation that this would only be the first of many times sit well in his fuel tank. And to add insult to injury, the larger mech seemed only to derive a possessive pleasure from knowing he'd be the only one to touch the Autobot. The removal of most of his chains was a mixed blessing. It lifted a great deal of strain off him but also gave the warlord a great deal more leverage. Gathering up what little courage he had left, Optimus leaned over to try and kiss Megatron again. He just had to keep telling himself this was for the others' well being.

Megatron was more than a little surprised when Optimus suddenly leaned in for a kiss, though the young and inexperienced mech seemed unsure of what he was doing. The Decepticon leader closed the distance between them and allowed his grey lip components to press against soft, blue ones, but reluctantly went no further than that as he was currently concentrating on trying to disengage the stasis cuffs binding the Autobot's wrists. Upon reaching success, the cuffs unlocked and released Optimus and Megatron's servos quickly shot out to restrain the unbound wrists while he broke off the kiss to growl in warning at the freed mech. "I have released you for now, Autobot and it would be very unwise for you to even think about striking me or attempting to escape. Your friends will be the ones to pay the consequences for such actions. Do you understand?", the warlord's fierce, red optics seemed to glare burning holes through his prisoner as he gave Optimus his first and only warning before suddenly and effortlessly heaving the smaller mech over his shoulder as if he were a sack of some sort of goods. Securing his luggage by grabbing the Autobot's aft to keep him from slipping off; the tyrant began to make the trek back to his personal quarters and smirked to himself in anticipation of what was to come.

He was about to reply to the tyrant that he'd made his point and that he wouldn't be doing anything stupid when he was so unceremoniously picked up and slung over the larger mech's shoulder. "H-hey put me down! I can walk on my own and you know I won't run!" He tried to no avail to get Megatron to release him and when he felt a large hand reach up to grab his aft and squeeze, he let out an indignant squeak. Not that he'd ever admit to it of course. "Let me go!"

The Decepticon leader merely chuckled in amusement as Optimus complained about being carried, though the younger mech's dignity meant nothing to Megatron as he would soon have little to none once the tyrant had the Autobot pinned to his berth and begging for overload. Hearing the undignified squeal being wrenched from his captive's vocalizer, Megatron was prompted to give the silver plated aft another powerful grope as he carried the Autobot slung over his shoulder to a more proper and private place for interfacing: the Decepticon leader's private chambers. Upon reaching his quarters, the tyrant reluctantly removed his servo from the embarrassed mech's aft to enter his code onto the keypad. Once the system recognized the password, the door slid open to reveal the intricately decorated room and rather large berth within, which must have looked impressive to Optimus, the larger mech thought. Though the Autobot would have time to be in awe of his new "home" later, Megatron grinned to himself as he approached the berth and unceremoniously threw the younger mech onto it, stunning him as the Decepticon warlord suddenly descended onto his sprawled out form.

It was all happening so fast that Optimus was having trouble processing it all. One moment he's being hauled away by the Decepticon lord like a bag of goods and the next he's being thrown onto a ridiculously huge berth only to be descended upon moments later, his legs were being spread wide by the larger mech. It was all becoming too much too soon and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what was to come and he was afraid. Visibly shaking he even began to wonder if a mech of Megatron's size would even fit.

As the Decepticon lord settled contently between the Autobot's silvery colored thighs, Megatron noticed the mech he had pinned beneath him was shivering in what he assumed was fear. Glancing up to read his prisoner's face, the tyrant found that his assumption had been correct. Optimus appeared nervous and his entire frame shook in response to the situation he was now in which Megatron could only smirk in reply to. "Afraid already, Autobot? What happened to your usual bravado, or has the reality of the situation finally dawned on you?", the Decepticon leader taunted in response as he repositioned himself on top of Optimus and leaned forward to assault the frightened mech's neck cables with harsh kisses and love bites.

Optimus winced at both the Decepticon's words and actions. He was trapped in an overly huge berth with the leader of the Decepticon army about to let him have his way with his body. Of course he was afraid. Closing his optics he grabbed hold of what ever he could reach and just tried to remember why he was letting this happen. "Of course I'm afraid you giant tin can! I doubt I'm going to enjoy this!"

It seems as though the stubborn little fool had not forgotten his usual bravado, Megatron realized as the Autobot boldly dared to insult the much larger and more powerful mech. The leader of the Decepticons would not tolerate this sort of attitude from a prisoner and snarled in fury against the neck cables he had been lightly nipping at just a moment ago. The Decepticon lord's snarl faded away as an idea formed in his processor as to how he could put the unruly young mech back in his place. The tyrant continued his attentions on the Autobot's neck, though much harsher now, as he sank his fanged dentals into an energon line while he bit down hard, marking Optimus as he draw energon from the wound which Megatron then licked clean.

Optimus bit his bottom lip to muffle the sound of shock/pain that tried to escape his vocalizer at the suddenly harsh attentions being laved upon his neck. Maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to insult Megatron, but it was really all he could think to do at the moment. What really made him worry though were the sudden changes in the Decepticon's demeanor: one moment he's furious and the next he's calm. "W-what are you planning?"

Hearing Optimus stammering, Megatron laved at the wound he had inflicted once more before tearing his mouth away to answer the nervous Autobot's question. "What I intend to do with you, Autobot, is to make you learn your place. Whether you realize it or not, you belong to me or at least you will once I have thoroughly claimed every inch of your body." A wicked grin formed on the Decepticon lord's face plate as he announced his plans for the other mech. "The only problem…", Megatron pondered to himself out loud, "is deciding just what I should do with you first."

Optimus shivered in what were most definitely not the beginnings of any sort of pleasure or anticipation racing through his frame, thank you very much. Biting his glossa to keep back the 'you could let me go' comment his processor was currently trying to get him to say, he had learned to hold his glossa from his last comment. "One usually starts at the beginning." ....Or not. What was wrong with him?

The Decepticon leader's optics flickered for a moment in surprise at how compliant Optimus had suddenly become. Truthfully, the tyrant been expecting another snide remark or insult to come from the Autobot's mouth, but it seemed the younger mech was already beginning to learn some humility and submit to the tyrant's desires. Smirking to himself at the realization of this, Megatron lowered his head to press his lips against his captive's to muffle any sound of protest as he slid a servo in between their frames. The wandering hand slowly slithered down Optimus' torso until it reached the covering to the interface panel in between his spread legs; a few of Megatron's black digits brushing against the sensitive plating teasingly before grinding the heel of his palm against it.

It wasn't that he was being more compliant or willing about this, it was just that he wanted it to be done and over with sooner rather than later. Or at least that's what he had to keep telling himself as that servo had slid down his body to fondle the plating that covered his interface panel. Whimpers of pleasure were muffled by the tyrant's possessive kiss and the protective plating under his hand snaps open instinctively.

Having heard the faint sounds of Optimus' muffled whimpering in between the sounds of their kissing and the opening of his interface panel, Megatron broke off the kiss to leer down at the younger mech as he fondled the now exposed intimate circuitry. Grinning lecherously, the Decepticon lord gave the Prime's groin a swift grope and could feel the heat beginning to rise from the sensitive panels as they became warm from arousal. It seemed Optimus was enjoying this more than he had let on, Megatron thought to himself, even though the Autobot was still not quite ready for what he had planned to do next. The tyrant decided to speed things up a little by teasing the rim of the other mech's port with feather light touches to activate the numerous pleasure sensors dotted along the small opening.

With Megatron's mouth no longer keeping his occupied there was nothing to muffle the sudden sharp cries of pleasure he made, though much to his embarrassment. Still, the feather light touches to his previously untouched port were enough to start his body overheating and stimulate the production of lubricant from his port. "Ah...Primus..."

Megatron chuckled darkly in amusement as moans of pleasure began to pour from the Autobot's whispering mouth. The sound of ecstasy in Optimus' voice made sent a shiver down the massive gray mech's spinal column, his captive's delicious whines and whimpers only fueled the tyrant's desire to hurry up and claim the unspoiled young Prime even more. "It seems as though you are starting to enjoy my attentions, Autobot. Perhaps if you were to beg nicely, I could be persuaded to give you even more pleasure.", Megatron suggested, his voice becoming husky with arousal as he continued to tease the barely lubricated port while listening intently to the cries of the small red mech pinned beneath him.

While he couldn't seem to get his vocalizer to stop making all those noises but he wouldn't beg! (Not yet at least.) "N-No!" It was with a great deal of willpower he bit back the 'make me' hr wanted to say. Knowing that in particular would only encourage the larger mech on top of him. Suddenly and without warning, Megatron's questing fingers run across a particularly sensitive bundle of wires make him cry out and cling tightly to the Decepticon Lord.

Megatron halted his ministrations and froze as he heard a shameless cry suddenly tear through the air of the room and leered down to find that Optimus had firmly attached himself to the warlord as if he were a space barnacle. A slag-eating grin formed on the tyrant's facial features as he figured out the cause of the piercing wail that had been produced by the Autobot that now tightly clung to him. "No, you say? What if I were to do this…", the Decepticon leader asked rhetorically as he pried the young Prime from his body and began to stimulate that particular cluster of pleasure sensors from before, his fingers teasing the highly sensitive circuitry as he held Optimus firmly in place beneath him to prevent him from thrashing about.

"Oh, sweet Primus!", under the merciless assault the least Optimus could do besides wail in pleasure was to try his best to press against Megatron and his hands. Part of him was appalled, ashamed even of how he was acting at the moment. Lone some sort of pleasure bot but the rest of him was simply too far gone to care. Whimpering and trying desperately to get more contact, he was getting close to something and fervently wanted to get there. "Ah! Please! Please!"

"You beg so nicely. You deserve to be rewarded for your efforts, my pet.", Megatron complimented, a low growl of approval rumbling through his vocalizing unit as he acknowledged the Prime's desperate plea for more of his sinful touch. Giving the rim of the shuddering port another agonizingly slow and teasing swirl, the lust-filled Decepticon leader removed the lubricant coated digit and brought it to his facial plates to inspect it. The tyrant subjected the sticky fluid clinging to his finger to harsh scrutiny, marveling at the thickness and silky feel of it as he rubbed it between his thumb and index finger in curiosity. Finally, he relinquished to the Autobot his full attention. Megatron flashed Optimus a devious smirk as he brought the lubricated digit to his lips, glossa slithering out of his mouth to slowly lick it clean: tasting and savoring the fluid as if it were a rich, decadent treat. "Your taste is exquisite and sweet, yet intoxicating, Autobot. I crave more of it; more of you.", the warlord purred in seduction as his head disappeared in between the young mech's slender, parted thighs, his servos wrenching them open and holding them in place as he swiped his glossa along the Prime's port experimentally. Once Megatron had his second taste of Optimus, his greed utterly consumed him and his probing glossa hungrily devoured the lubricants leaking from his virgin opening before finally piercing it in search of more of his sweet nectar.

It was all Optimus could do not to blush even deeper than he already was at the sight of the warlord examining the lubricant on his digits before licking it off. The little, growing part of him that was enjoying this far more than was healthy and only seemed to make him more turned on by the sight and then when Megatron leaned down, glossa replacing were fingers had been ; turned on became extremely aroused, reaching overload the lubricant flowing much more freely now. His hands went down to place his hands against Megatron's shoulders for support. "A-ahh! I think I'm going to overload!"

Megatron's thick glossa stabbed into the leaking port repeatedly, wriggling around in its tight confines like a worm through mud as it eagerly sought out more of the Prime's tasty lubricants. As he hungrily devoured Optimus' port, the Decepticon lord's servos that were gripping the Autobot's thighs began to knead their fingers into the various seams and gently tweaked their hidden sensory wires while he indulged himself in his gluttonous need for the younger mech. While Megatron contentedly explored every inch of Optimus' insides, the warlord felt a buck from his captive's hips and small servos suddenly clutch and paw at his massive, powerful shoulders in desperation as the Autobot announced his overload with a cry of pleasure. Thanks to the warning from his interface partner, the Decepticon leader could not have been more prepared as a rush of warm lubricant gushed from the younger mech's port which Megatron savored before greedily lapping it all up like a cat with cream. Once he had finished cleaning away the expelled fluids, the warlord rose from in between Optimus' legs to grin down at him as he licked away the remaining lubricant that had collected on his mouth. "How was that for your first ever overload?", Megatron asked smugly.

Optimus was speechless as the waves of pleasure from his first overload continued to course through his frame. Optics wide and mouth open, gasping for air as his systems heated beyond what was a healthy level. Slowly coming back to himself he noted the infinitely smug expression on Megatron's face and the blue streaks of paint that had transferred onto Megatron's shoulders from his grip. Licking his lips he tried to voice some sort of reply but all he could get out was soft whimpers and mewls.

Megatron chuckled to himself, amused and proud at the how he had reduced Optimus to a state of speechlessness, the only sounds being produced from his vocalizer were those of pleasured little whimpers and soft mewls. "I see the effects of my attentions have rendered you no longer able to speak, my pet.", the warlord commented, his pride very evident in his voice as he spoke to the Prime, "However…", he continued, "You are to pleasure me in return for the favor.", Megatron smirked down at Optimus as the plating to his spike's housing snapped open and retracted to reveal the massive, throbbing extension he had been keeping hidden beneath his armor. The Decepticon lord beckoned his Autobot interface partner over with the flick of a finger as he took his aching length into a servo to rub over soothingly.

The young prime could only stare for a moment at the size of Megatron's spike. There was just no way any of that was going to fit into any part of him. Still, he took a deep breath to regain his bearings and tried as best he could to pleasure the larger mech with his hands. He was new to every part of this so all he could do was go by what he thought would feel good. While the task at hand and his own previous actions only served to strengthen his self recriminations; he just had to keep reminding himself of why he was doing this.

Megatron grinned as he felt himself swell with pride as Optimus stared wide-opticed at the impressive size of his interfacing equipment. It was quite obvious from the way the young, inexperienced mech hesitantly grabbed the Decepticon lord's spike that he had likely never pleasured himself before or simply never engaged in such activities very often. Since the Prime seemed uncertain of what he was to do exactly, Megatron gently covered Optimus' smaller blue servo with his own, dwarfing it as he guided it up and down the length of his spike to demonstrate to the younger mech how to properly stimulate him.

With no small amount of shame or embarrassment he let the larger mech teach him how to properly pleasure another mech. Licking his lips in an unintentionally sexy way, he tried his best to think of this merely as another challenge to be met instead of what it really was. Slowly he gained more confidence in his actions and even grew brave enough to try things on his own briefly and wonders if he could bring the powerful Decepticon to overload as he had done to him.

An approving growl emanated from deep within the Decepticon's throat as the Autobot's newfound confidence led him to take control of the situation, allowing Megatron to enjoy to the fullest extent the pleasure he was receiving as he eased back onto the berth comfortably. The tyrant bit back a groan as Optimus' glossa peaked out of his mouth and slithered along his pouty lips erotically. How the warlord craved to have those lips wrapped tautly around his length as he thrust his hips vigorously against that beautifully crafted mouth. "Take me into your mouth, Autobot. Now.", Megatron demanded, reaching a servo out to grip onto Optimus by the helm to force him to become face to tip with his erection.

The look of shock and horror evident in his face would have been hilarious in another situation but he really couldn't find anything remotely funny about the recent goings on. Hadn't he just mused that there was no way all of Megatron's spike would fit in any part of him? Licking his lips in the same fashion as before, unaware of what it did to the other mech. He had begun shaking again but every time he thought he would try to run he just had to remember the others and that he was doing this to keep them online. Taking a deep breath, he slowly began to take the spike into his mouth uncertainty coloring his every move.

It seemed Optimus was getting an idea of what Megatron had expected him to do as his hot mouth finally embraced the Decepticon lord's throbbing length, pouty blue lips tightly wrapping around his mechhood soothed his aching need for the time being and drew forth a low moan of pleasure from the tyrant's vocal unit as he threw his gray helm back in ecstasy. It was becoming increasingly difficult for the Cybertronian ruler not to just thrust his spike down the Autobot's warm, moist throat as the young Prime agonizingly slowly attempted to take as much of the large piece of metal into his mouth as much as was possible for a mech of his size. Megatron grunted and growled like a feral beast as Optimus continued to try to fit the spike into his mouth, the warlord's thighs quivering as he spread them wide to give his considerably smaller interface partner more room to work.

Optimus was having trouble the further down he went and so began to pull back before trying again, getting a little further this time before having to repeat the process. At least by the sounds the larger mech was making he was doing something right, he only hoped he could keep it up. Changing the angle of his movements as the larger mech shifted he managed to move his glossa along the underside of Megatron's spike along with his other motions.

The sensation of the other mech's glossa sliding along the underside of his length sent Megatron over the edge. The Decepticon lord's hips bucked powerfully into the Autobot's mouth and without warning, an obsidian servo quickly shot out to grasp for the blue helm bobbing up and down in between his legs. Keeping a powerful grip on the Prime's head, the tyrant forced Optimus to accept the spike into his tight, constricting throat as he let loose another set of deep, raspy groans. Megatron cared little for any sound of protest the younger mech had made and began to thrust into his mouth vigorously as he neared an intense and powerful overload. Uttering several Cybertronian curses in between lust filled groans, the warlord could feel the rippling effect of a sudden wave of pleasure rush throughout his entire body as he reached his peak. Without giving Optimus any indication of his oncoming overload, Megatron suddenly snarled and violently bucked his hips as he filled the Autobot's oral cavity with his warm, sticky transfluid before quickly unsheathing himself from the Prime's throat to allow it to spill onto his face plates as well.

The sudden harsh treatment left Optimus reeling, never mind the force behind it the change of pace threw him off. One moment their going at a relatively reasonable pace the next he's being used as a toy. He should have expected it of course and he was ashamed he hadn't. When Megatron overloaded he managed to pull away coughing, spluttering and, though much to his distaste, swallowing the transfluid that had flooded his mouth, while trying to get it off his face "Warn me next time!"

The sheer force of his explosive overload nearly knocked the Decepticon lord offline and his sent processor reeling from the aftermath, forcing him to lie back on the berth to regain his senses. He rested for a moment, listening to the sounds of Optimus sputtering and choking on the fluid clinging to his throat. After a brief rest, the warlord shifted and sat up to witness the sight of the Autobot clawing at the transfluid sticking to his face in a desperate attempt to remove it. The Decepticon lord chuckled softly as the Prime cleaned himself off, glaring at the larger mech as he requested a warning for a scenario like this in the future. "Had I done that I would not have had the pleasure of seeing the look on your face as I flooded your mouth. Tell me, how does it taste?", Megatron asked inquisitively as a wide grin became plastered on his facial plates.

Optimus could only glare to the best of his ability, still trying to get the last of the thick fluid off. His port was sore, his mouth was sore and he really just wanted this pit damned experience to be over with as soon as possible. Shifting so he sat a bit more comfortably on the gigantic berth he's finally cleared enough of the transfluid out of his mouth to speak. "It tastes like oil. Are we done now?"

"Oh, but we have only just begun, my pet. This is far from over...", Megatron answered the displeased Autobot with an ominous tone to his rich, deep voice as the grin he wore contorted into one of sadistic pleasure. The tyrant shifted slightly before sitting back up on the berth, towering over the smaller form of Optimus in the process as he positioned himself on top of the younger mech. "I told you that I intend to claim every inch of you. I will not be done with you until your seal, the symbol of your innocence and purity, is no longer in tact.", Megatron added smoothly and nearly shuddered in anticipation at the sheer thrill of being the mech to strip Optimus of his virginity. Trailing a black servo all the way down the Autobot's chassis to his widely spread legs, the Decepticon leader brushed a single, thick digit against the slick, aching port of the younger mech before breaching it, slowly pressing inside as he watched the Prime's face intently for any sign of pain from his probing finger.

Wide-opticed, Optimus could make only a few sounds of protest out of his vocal processor when Megatron was once again looming over him. He was in the process of replying to the larger mech's words when the first digit slid into his port and stalled his vocalizer. His mouth open, lips swollen from the previous abuse and optics wide as his cooling systems rapidly heated up again in reaction to the sudden burst of pleasure.

Megatron chuckled to himself at the sudden silence. It seemed once again he had rendered Optimus speechless, not that he minded of course, the delightful little whimpers of pleasure the Autobot made were music to the tyrant's audio receptors. The finger that had pierced the young Prime's port wriggled inside of him, reactivating pleasure sensors that the warlord's glossa had teased earlier to aid in the production of lubricant as he steadily stretched the tiny opening to prepare it to accept his nearly too large spike. Once Megatron felt that the resistance in the younger mech's clenching port had eased up, he cautiously added another thick finger, slowly to avoid injuring Optimus. Immediately, the digits inside became enveloped in the warm, embracing tightness of the Autobot's port, making it nearly impossible to continue stretching him unless the other mech relaxed. The Decepticon tried to wriggle his fingers once more, but it seemed as though they were stuck which only further aided in the Cybertronian lord's rapidly increasing arousal. "You are incredibly tight. I may just barely fit into you, my pet.", Megatron growled pleasurably, imagining that same vice-like grip clenching around his extension as he thrust into the wet heat of Optimus' port.

Optimus gasped and buckled into the two fingers the fit snugly inside of him; they hurt, but no more than they felt good. Vaguely, he thought he should try to relax but all he could think was that something bigger was coming and he really wasn't ready for that. "R-Really?! I could have told you that bef-AH~" Once again he was cut off as Megatron brushed against that spot he had exploited with his glossa earlier and his port grew slick with more lubricant and just a little looser.

A deep chuckle rose once more from the Decepticon's throat as the Autobot's snarky remark was suddenly cut off by a surprised moan. Realizing that he must have hit a particularly sensitive cluster of sensors, Megatron curled his digits inside of Optimus and began to rub against the slickening walls of his port to activate even more of the Prime's pleasure sensors. Once the younger mech became well lubricated from the stimulation, the Decepticon warlord slowly began to thrust his fingers in and out of the Autobot in a scissoring motion to stretch him further.

Almost against his will he moved to cling to the much larger mech, moving his hips to try and get more contact along the places that were making him see sparks. He was ashamed that the Decepticon lord's mere touch could reduce him to acting like this and he felt like a common pleasure bot as his programming was screaming at him for more. To make matters worse he couldn't stop himself from making those noises of pleasure that only seemed to encourage Megatron.

Megatron's vocalizer vibrated from deep within to let out an appeased growl as Optimus had unconsciously attached himself to the Decepticon's massive and rapidly heating frame. The warlord smirked down at his captive Prime, watching as quivering silver-white hips bucked wildly into his dark servo, their owner fiercely trying to force the digits that were piercing him in even deeper. Despite the tempting sound of the younger mech's cries in the throes of passion, Megatron refused to give in to what the other mech's body so desperately wanted. The tyrant knew that if he were to thrust his fingers into Optimus any deeper that the increasing pressure and strain inside the Autobot's port would become too much for it to handle and the delicate seal within would be broken before he had the opportunity to bury his spike inside of the younger mech. Megatron simply would not allow that to happen, and so, reluctantly, he began to gently remove his fingers from the squirming Autobot beneath him, pausing as the port clamped down every now and then on the retreating digits. Once free from their tight confines, the lubricant coated fingers were pressed against the Decepticon lord's lips before being licked clean. The intoxicating flavor of the Prime and the enticing, flushed look on his face had renewed Megatron's arousal; his spike once again extending before being guided by hand to Optimus' newly stretched, leaking port. "Are you ready for me?", the warlord asks, sneering down at the smaller mech and penetrating him before he could even give an answer.

Optimus cried out in pain as he was impaled by Megatron's spike, his port stretching to its utmost limits to accommodate its girth. Almost on instinct, he wraps his legs around Megatron's waist and arches up against the larger mech, pressing their chassis together. Blinking back leaking optic fluid, the Prime whimpers softly, looking up into the face of the mech who has just taken his virginity. With a deep intake of air, he managed to get a few words out of his abused vocalizer. "S-stop! Please! It hurts…"

Megatron snarled viciously, pearly white dental plates gnashing and gritting together as he slowly inched his way inside of Optimus, stopping only once his spike met with a bit of resistance from the protective barrier-like seal inside. The warlord coldly ignored the younger mech's cries of pain and desperate pleas for him to stop, instead he jerked his hips forward in a thrust, breaking through and destroying Optimus' seal in one swift motion. Megatron paused for a moment, seizing the opportunity to revel in his proud accomplishment of taking the Prime's virginity and claiming him as his own, as well as giving a quick break to allow the sobbing Autobot time to adjust to this new sensation. As the Decepticon lord relaxed, his red optics wandered down to marvel at the sight of Optimus being pierced by his massive spike. While taking the time to relax and wonder just how much more the Prime could take, the port clenching around the tyrant's length tightened to the point that the intense pleasure began to melt and blend into a sudden pain, causing the large gray mech to softly hiss. "Primus, you are so tight, Autobot…", Megatron growled in mixed pleasure and pain; finally snapping out of his relaxed state to begin moving again, this time only stopping once he was fully sheathed inside of Optimus.

The pain from before was nothing to the feeling of his seal being ripped apart. To add insult to injury, Optimus was not given much time to recover from the pain either; just enough to take a breath and hold on tightly to the larger mech. His only consolation being that perhaps this was a bit painful for him too. Still clinging to Megatron, all the Autobot could really do was hold on tight for the ride and hope it was over soon. He was about to just settle down to grin and bear it when the war lord's spike pressed against one the sensors from before and he was suddenly crying out in pleasure instead of pain, his port tightening around the tyrant's spike.

Hearing the pained whimpers and noticing the expression staining the Autobot's face plates, Megatron tries his best to soothe the other mech's nerves. "Shh…It will be all right. The pain will subside soon now that your seal has been broken, and in its place you will begin feel unimaginable pleasure", the Decepticon lord promised and gave Optimus much more time to adjust now that he was fully inside the younger mech. After a moment or two, the tyrant slowly and steadily pulled himself out before gently sliding back inside in an experimental thrust. Megatron pulled the clinging Autobot closer to him, pressing a light kiss onto his pouty lips as he began to move in and out of the Prime's port at a gentle, but even pace.

The moans of pain were slowly becoming moans of pleasure though he sorely doubted the sincerity of the Decepticon lord's words. Still, his body began to slowly react. His body began to heat up once again and the slow steady thrusts gave his port time to adjust to the sizable girth of the invading spike while still stimulating all the little bundles of sensors inside him. With no small amount of shyness he began to try and kiss back; though he lacked experience he made up for it exuberance and a willingness to learn.

A warm chuckled emanated from Megatron's vocalizer as Optimus shyly returned the kiss – pouty, eager to learn lips pressing against the experienced gray ones of the warlord as the Decepticon leader tenderly kissed the young Prime he had taken for a mate. The lord's dental plates softly grazed and nipped at his lover's bottom lip, his glossa sliding along the flesh-like blue metal in an attempt to get the other's attention. The tyrant let out an affectionate growl, almost begging for the Autobot's permanently pouty lips to part for him so that he may thoroughly plunder his mouth. As both sets of lips became one with the other, Megatron lazily rolled his hips in an attempt to gently coax Optimus' body into submission, and judging by how the Prime's previous whimpers of pain were beginning to turn into moans of pleasure: it seemed to be working.

With another moan of pleasure - Optimus opened his mouth to the Decepticon lord in invitation. Slowly, his hands began to explore the parts of the tyrant he could reach, gently brushing along the seams and sensitive panels of Megatron's armor. When the larger mech began to roll his hips, slowly increasing the speed of their movements Optimus instinctively wrapped his legs around Megatron's waist and started to arch up to meet his thrusts.

Megatron keened as his lover's fingertips roamed over sensitive plating, small azure digits easily slipping in through the seams in his armor that had always been too narrow for the Decepticon lord to ever reach. Purring contentedly at the Autobot's curious exploration and light touches, the warlord graciously accepted the open invitation that Optimus' slightly opened mouth provided from his breathy moans of ecstasy. Megatron silenced his young mate's soft noises of pleasure as his tyranny and dominance manifested itself in the form of a passionate kiss: his glossa conquering anything and everything in reach as it waged war against the Prime's by nudging it in a challenge. The tyrant's powerful gray-black hips were just as lively as the rest of his body; the pace of his jerking thrusts beginning to pick up in speed and aggressiveness now that Optimus' body had adjusted accordingly.

Despite himself, Optimus found he was enjoying this far too much. Already his systems were starting to over heat and he found himself reacting to the dominance of his partner's actions. Willingly, the Autobot submitted and came to enjoy every moment of it. Using his own glossa to brush against Megatron's while his hands discovered and exploited a sensitive seam in the tyrant's armor. Surprisingly, the increase of speed and force put behind each thrust did not hurt. Each movement seemed to feel better than the one before, slowly moving him towards his second overload

Since Optimus made no complaints, or at least not loud enough for Megatron to hear him over the sound of their metal hips clanging together in their passion; the warlord became rougher, forcefully driving his spike in and out of the Autobot's tight, heated port. The Decepticon leader could already begin to feel the oncoming approach of an overload, even though he normally had quite a bit of stamina in the berth, however, the tyrant had never had the pleasure of lying with a mech like Optimus. Megatron had interfaced with a few mechs before who had very tight ports, but never in his previous encounters had he experienced anything like what he felt while inside the young Prime. As the warlord ran those thoughts through his processor, his slippery glossa wrestled with the smaller mech's in a heated battle for dominance as well as occasionally groaning into his mouth when Optimus' nimble little fingers plucked at sensitive wiring under his plating.

Megatron's increase in the force of his thrusts was far from unwanted, rather it was quite welcome. Each movement of their bodies pressed so closely together was driving Optimus towards the edge of overload. He regretfully pulled back from their desperate kiss to gasp for air: making optic contact with Megatron when he did so, his optics ablaze with pure lust. "Harder! Please, more!" Something inside of him was ashamed of his wanton behavior but he really, truly couldn't be bothered to care at the moment, not with the intense pleasure coursing through his frame like lightning.

It would have been an understatement to say that the Decepticon lord was surprised by his new mate's passionate request, but nevertheless, Megatron was more than happy to oblige. "Well, since you asked so nicely…", the tyrant let out a dark chuckle, marveling at the look of pure lust in the Prime's optics and how he had reduced the once proud, heroic leader to little more than a pleasure drone. Determined to give Optimus exactly what he wanted, Megatron snarled viciously as he granted the young Prime's wish: roughly driving his spike in deep as his dark gray hips slammed hard enough into the Autobot to leave streaks of black paint onto his silvery white thighs.

Optimus screamed, not in pain, but in pure unadulterated pleasure. The hands that had been running along every bit of Megatron he could touch were now holding on for dear life; leaving blue marks behind from where he held on. With the increase in force from Megatron it was only a matter of time before he overloaded, port clenching tightly around the spike as if to keep it inside him. He'd have screamed again but the surge of pure pleasure shorted out his vocalizer.

The audio shattering wail of pleasure ripping from the Autobot's vocalizer sent a shiver down Megatron's spinal column, causing the warlord to shudder in excitement. The Decepticon leader answered the piercing cry with a dangerously low growl as Optimus clawed deeply into the black and gray armor plating in desperation until the blue paint of his fingertips transferred onto the tyrant's shoulders. As he continued to mercilessly thrust into the young Prime's tightening port, Megatron could feel the heat in his groin begin to reach extremely high levels, meaning that his overload was imminent and rapidly approaching. The bucking motion of his powerful hips turned to erratic jerks as the warlord reached his peak. Letting out a mighty roar to announce his climax, the Decepticon leader drove his spike all the way in to the hilt: burying himself deep within Optimus as he spilled his potent seed into the younger mech's reproduction chamber.

The piercing cries of pleasure became soft, staticy whimpers as his sore vocalizer just could not take any more. If Optimus had been more aware and focused, he would have realized his reproduction cycle had been on the receptive phase and had protested for Megatron to not release inside of him, however, the Prime had already succumbed to the numbing feeling in the after effects of a processor shattering overload. Slowly, he began to calm down; loosening his hold on the Decepticon lord and relaxing, though still a bit unwilling to let Megatron remove his spike from his port. The Autobot was not quite aware enough just yet to really think about what had happened or what he had done, and instead Optimus began to make a soft sort of purring noise.

Megatron had nearly offlined from the sheer force of his climax and almost went into stasis mode as he was spent from his processor blowing overload, thus the tyrant was in no rush to unsheathe himself from the warm, inviting embrace of the port he was currently buried in. With a heavy sigh, the Decepticon lord relaxed, his body nearly going limp as he glanced down at the young mech pinned underneath him whom was currently purring like a contented feline. Amused at this unusual display of affection from Optimus, Megatron revved his engine to create a purring effect in return as he nuzzled against the Prime's face plate in post interfacing bliss.

Unconsciously, Optimus found himself snuggling into Megatron's arms. He'd regret this in the morning for sure, but right now the embrace was warm and comforting and just where he wanted to be as his exhausted body began to slip into recharge. Still purring like a kitten, Optimus wiggled his hips, the spike still inside him not an unpleasant sensation, far from it, but it was making it hard to get to sleep.

If the sound of Optimus' purring could be compared to that of a kitten's, then Megatron's would have most certainly been classified as that of a lazy, but still very ferocious lion. The Decepticon lord's deep, rumbling purr vibrated through his entire massive frame as he continued to nuzzle against the Prime affectionately, occasionally planting little kisses along his jaw line and on his cheeks. While he contented himself with showering the Autobot's face with his affection, the tyrant stirred from his position and began to gently remove his extension from the snug little port before rolling over onto the berth next to Optimus. Megatron rested for a moment and then pulled the young mech close to him to whisper sweet nothings into his audios. "My precious little Autobot. How I adore you. You are unlike any other mech in the universe. No one could ever hope to match your astounding beauty. You can not imagine how pleased I am to be the one and only mech to ever have you. No other bot would deserve to have such a perfect mech as you for a mate."

Optimus relaxed further as Megatron slowly slid out of his port; all smiles and returned affection while still in his dazed state. It took a second for Megatron's words to actually sink in, but when they did his optics went wide with surprise. "R-really?", he stammered. No one had once thought him truly worthy of anything, much less such affection and praise. Perhaps it was all the things that had happened to him today finally taking its toll, but Optimus couldn't help the fluid that began to leak from the corners of his optics.

Megatron noted the surprised look in his new lover's optics and chuckled at how they widened into bright blue orbs. "Yes, really. Has no one ever told you anything like that?", the Decepticon lord asked curiously. It seemed as though Optimus had never really been praised before, not even by his fellow Autobots. The tyrant actually felt a bit of sympathy for the younger mech thinking about how unfortunate he was to have never been told by anyone how special he was. Megatron was brought out of his thoughts as he noticed the fluid beginning to collect in the Prime's optics and brought a hand to Optimus' face plates to wipe away the tears that had begun to roll down his cheeks. "Shh, there is no need to cry. I promise to make up for all the things that have never been said to you that should have been said.", the Decepticon leader hushed the crying Autobot and brushed his lips against his.

Optimus shook his head in response to Megatron's question. No one had, not really. He let out a soft noise of surprise when he was kissed again but quickly relaxed and returned the affection, though blushing a little at the Decepticon lord's next words. It bothered him a little that it was Megatron, the slag maker himself, who would be the first one to ever give him such praise rather than a fellow Autobot but maybe this was a sign that things might not turn out to be so bad. "Thank you..."

"There is no need to thank me. I was merely stating what is undeniably true.", Megatron replied, nuzzling against his young mate's flushed face plate as he spoke. "You must be exhausted from our activities. I know I am. Perhaps we should get some recharge?", the Decepticon lord suggested with a yawn as he lazily stretched out next to Optimus and pulled the Prime close to his body protectively. "Have a pleasant recharge, my mate.", the tyrant murmured before succumbing to his tiredness and falling into recharge. The night before played over and over in his processor as Megatron dreamt so peacefully that he snored while in recharge mode.

Optimus too fell into a deep recharge, his final thought being of how much he like being called 'mate' by Megatron like he was the most precious thing in the world. Of course all good things must come to an end and as Optimus came out of his re-charge cycle much later the first thing he noticed was that everything hurt. In particular everything below his waist was in agony. The next thing he realized was that he was being held by particularly large and heavy silver arms. Slowly the memories of what had happened the previous night came back to him and with them an overwhelming sense of guilt. How could he have acted like that, like some sort of common pleasure model! Quietly he began to sob, ashamed of himself.

Megatron had been reliving the events from last night for the seventh time that night, only this time his dream was cut short and his recharge disturbed by an outside interference. Stirring in his sleep, the Decepticon leader yawned and rose up to sit on the berth next to Optimus. The tyrant was about to bid the younger mech a good morning when he noticed that it was the sound of the Prime's quiet sobs that had woken him up. "Is something wrong? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you somehow last night?", Megatron questioned the crying Autobot, very worried that he had made some sort of horrible mistake last night during their interfacing that had left Optimus seriously injured. For once in the warlord's life, he really was not sure what to do; he had never had to deal with anything like this before.

Optimus sobbing became louder at the Decepticon lords words. Hurting didn't even begin to describe what he felt worse that his body his spark ached like a part of it had been ripped away last night. "Hurt?! Every part of me hurts! And the worst part is I wanted this! I begged for it like a common pleasure model! I let you have your way with me and I LIKED it! YOU! I even believed all those things you said. You're a Decepticon, their leader no less! "As he spoke he became more and more upset until he was unable to speak coherently through the tears and hid his face behind his hands. All the while thinking he'd never be able to look his friends in their optics again.

Megatron was speechless for a moment, he really had no idea what to say to Optimus to make him feel better and could only stare wide-opticed as the Autobot poured out his emotions, letting everything out about the night before. The Decepticon lord simply listened as the Prime he had taken for a mate shouted accusations at him. Megatron really had meant what he said about Optimus; the younger mech was very pleasing to the optic sensors and seemed to be perfect in every possible way, almost as if someone had designed the Autobot specifically for him, which was an interesting thought, though highly unlikely. "I meant every word of what I said to you last night, Autobot. You are the most beautiful mech I have ever laid optics upon. I am sorry that you are in pain right now, but you wanted me to be rough. I simply could not deny your wishes, though I regret it now.", the Decepticon leader apologized.

It took a moment for what Megatron was saying to sink into his distraught processor, but when it did he began to calm down, albeit slowly. The flow of tears began to slow and he even moved back towards the larger mech. It struck him as odd at how easily he seemed to adapt to the idea of belonging to Megatron, but for now he'd just put it up to being Stockholm syndrome. Voice quiet in contrast to his previous out burst, the Prime managed to get up the courage to say what he wanted. "My name is Optimus, you know, but I liked it when you called me your mate..."

Megatron flashed an approving grin as Optimus inched closer to him and beckoned the Autobot on over towards him so he could wipe away his falling tears. The Decepticon lord hushed and soothed the Prime until he no longer cried and became calm. "Forgive me. I have never cared about the names of Autobots until now. Optimus, is it? Such a lovely name, you have. I am certain that I will never forget it. ", Megatron replied, committing the younger mech's name to his memory core before speaking again. "You are my mate, so of course I will refer to you as such. I was the mech who had the honor of deflowering you and claiming you as a mate and as long as I function, no other mech will ever touch you. You are mine and forever will be.", Megatron boasted before pulling Optimus to him in a possessive embrace.

Still a bit uncertain, Optimus allowed himself to be held by Megatron again. He was surprised at how the possessive quality of the overlord's words and actions did not seem to bother him. In fact, they were helping him relax, making him feel safe. Though still quite a bit sore, he was certain he would not be walking anywhere any time soon, at least not on his own. Optimus found that he hurt a lot less than he had moments before. His spark did not ache at all even. "You sound like you're in love with me..."

As Optimus calmed down and relaxed, it in turn soothed the Decepticon leader's nerves as he held the Autobot possessively close. The Prime's next words, however, caught the tyrant completely off guard. Did it really sound like he had true feelings for the younger mech? Megatron was unsure of how to respond and even more uncertain of what he actually felt. The warlord opened his mouth to speak and paused for a moment before replying with, "I…care for you." That was odd, to say the least, Megatron thought. He doubted that those were the words Optimus wanted to hear, but it just seemed impossible for the leader of the Decepticons to admit to being enamored with a lowly Autobot.

While those weren't the words he really wanted to hear he was impressed that Megatron had managed to say that much. The tyrant didn't strike him as the emotional type after all. As he rested his helm against Megatron's chest plate, Optimus finally took the opportunity to pay attention to the warnings flashing in his system; more specifically, the warning regarding his fuel intakes and he was dangerously low on stored energy, even with the long recharge. "Do you have anything to drink?"

Megatron was grateful for the sudden change in subject and merely nodded to Optimus in response as he slid off the berth and shuffled over to a small energon storage unit that he had installed for his own personal use. "Do you drink oil? Or would you prefer high grade?", the Decepticon leader asked as he pulled out two items, revealing both a container of oil and a cube of energon to the younger mech for him to choose from. "This oil is my special private blend and may be a bit too strong for you, especially if you have never been partial to the taste. You are welcome to try it if you would like.", Megatron explained as he offered the option of trying oil to the Autobot.

Optimus bit his lip and weighed his options. Both would have the same effect really and he had not had the option of having high grade in a long time. He liked oil but change was nice, and he told himself he would d try the tyrant's special blend next time. "I'd like the high grade please." He probably should have told the lager mech he does not hold his high grade well and that one cube at least a little will be enough to make him over charged by the time he was done.

"A fine choice.", Megatron nodded in approval as he brought the cube of high grade over to Optimus and offered it to him. "This is some of the highest quality energon available. I have the most refined cubes of high grade delivered to me personally to hand pick and then be stored here in my personal storage unit.", the Decepticon leader boasted proudly before sitting back onto the berth, oil in hand as he twisted the contained into a goblet shape to drink from. The warlord swirled the thick, black substance in his makeshift glass before taking a sip of the oil. "Exquisite and smooth. This is by far the best oil on Cybertron.", Megatron stated after drinking it down.

"You like to boast, don't you?". Optimus was more amused than anything else, and he had thought Starscream liked to brag, but this took the oil cake! Still, it was better that he kept that comparison to himself. Shyly, the Autobot leaned against Megatron as he took small, slow sips of his high grade. Maybe if he went slowly, he would not get over charged. "Hmm this is good. Not as bitter as the stuff I'm used to."

Megatron had chose to ignore the Autobot's question about his fondness for bragging and took another swig of his oil. The Decepticon relished the taste of the strong, yet somewhat delicate flavor before swallowing the thick liquid. He felt Optimus brush up against his much larger frame and lean in with a bit of uncertainty and the tyrant quelled his young mate's shyness by wrapping an arm around his waist in an attempt to draw him in even closer. "I am glad you enjoy it. This high grade is among the sweetest energon available. I doubt you have tasted anything quite like it, have you? The Autobots would not ration such highly valuable energon to their soldiers now, would they?", Megatron sneered in disgust at his own words regarding his mortal enemies.

Against his better judgment, Optimus found himself letting the Decepticon lord hold him and even worse, found himself relaxing in his presence. The young Prime blamed it on the energon; it must be, no, had to be the high grade. Still, as he continued to sip his drink the Autobot began to feel the effects of being overcharged and found it harder and harder to hold his glossa. "Sentinel used to drink a lot, but I didn't. I could never really hold my high grade well, you know and besides that there was always studying to do." Optimus frowned at the memories he had of Sentinel Prime and how they used to be together. He should have been more worried about how he really no longer cared about the other Prime's well being. They had been such good friends before.

As Optimus babbled on about this Sentinel mech, Megatron could not help but wonder about what sort of relationship the two Autobots shared in the past and raised an optic ridge in curiosity as a frown etched across his mate's face plates. "Who is this Sentinel? Is he an Autobot friend of yours?", the tyrant inquired the over charged Prime, growing more suspicious each moment he considered the possibility of Optimus having a lover in the past. The very thought of the younger mech having already been in love with another seemed to make the Decepticon lord more furious than if he had not still been a virgin when the tyrant had taken him in the berth the night before.

It was in a very large part thanks to the high grade he had consumed that Megatron's sudden interest in Sentinel and their previous relationship did not alarm him. Instead, he just took another careful sip of his drink and thought about the best possible way to explain this. "We were friends, or at least we used to be. Maybe even something more, but then we met Elita and Sentinel didn't care about me anymore. And then there was that organic planet and now Elita is Blackarachnia and Sentinel's a big fat headed jerk that hates me." Oh he knew he was babbling now, but he was too inebriated to care and he really needed to vent. "Never mind that I didn't want to go to that planet in the first place. I said to turn back when we ran into those spiders and I took all the damn blame for HIS mistake. Oh no, Sentinel Prime at fault?! NEVER! The slagger never once said thank you for saving his worthless career or even apologized for letting mine be sacrificed instead." It was obvious Optimus had been bottling this up for a long time. "Pompous gasbag Prime....", he snorted.

Now Megatron's interested was really piqued and he became even more intrigued with this other Prime's relationship with Optimus. "You said you may have been something more. Were you in love with him? If so, do you think he returned your feelings?", the Decepticon leader knew his rapidly increasing interest may seem suspicious to the younger mech, but he did not much care how Optimus would interpret it. Megatron's only concern at the moment was whether or not he would have a potential rival and if so, was the mech in question currently online and on Cybertron? Or had the tyrant disposed of the other Prime when he seized control of the planet during the Decepticon invasion? There was only one way to find out and if Optimus did not know the fate of his once friend and former comrade in the Autobot Academy, then the warlord had other methods of obtaining the information he sought by probing the Elite Guard's database.

Optimus stopped to pause mid-rant to think about Megatron's question. What had he really felt for Sentinel? Had it really been love? "I....I don't really know. I know we were more than just friends and that he felt the same way but whatever it was it didn't matter much to him because he dropped me for Elita in a spark beat." Thanks to the high grade and his habit of bottling up things like this, the Prime did not think twice about Megatron's questions. "He just...left me all alone. You won't, will you?" Optimus turned to look up at the larger mech, optics wide and beseeching. "I'm tired of being alone."

Megatron had heard all he needed to know from Optimus and if Sentinel still remained online, the tyrant would extract the information he needed from the other Prime. "Oh, I see…", the Decepticon lord replied in understanding, a false hint of sympathy masking his usually harsh toned voice as he spoke. "Leave you?", Megatron repeated in confusion. He thought he had made it clear to Optimus that he would never do such a thing and nor would he allow another mech to even think about touching HIS Autobot. Lifting his mate's chin up to force the Prime to look directly into his optics so he could note the sincerity within them, Megatron spoke again. "I will never leave you. I promise you that as long as I function, you will never have to be alone.", the Decepticon lord promised as he pulled Optimus against him in a tender embrace. His words were true; the tyrant really had no intention of ever letting the younger mech be alone. Even if Optimus wanted to leave, Megatron would never allow him to since he had already had his taste of the Prime. There was no way he could ever allow the Autobot to leave him.

His cube finished Optimus surprised himself by returning the embrace and even giving the lager mech a gentle kiss. He was touched, if a little worried about the possessive tone of Megatron's promise. He's never had someone so devoted to him and in the Decepticon lord's arms he felt safe, wanted and though Megatron didn't want admit it yet, loved. "....Thank you."

"You have certainly become affectionate.", Megatron chuckled as he finished off the rest of his oil and found the Autobot willingly returning his gesture of affection and strangely enough; initiating a kiss. The tyrant was unhesitant in kissing back and as their lips met, Megatron could taste the sweet and unmistakable flavor of the high grade that still lingered on his mate's lips and ran his glossa along them to taste it. When Optimus broke off the kiss to speak again, the Decepticon leader reluctantly pulled back, still hungry for more of the younger mech. "There is no need to thank me. Even if you wanted to leave me, I would not allow it. You belong to me, Optimus. Do not ever forget that.", Megatron purred into the Prime's audios.
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