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Decisions - Special Edition	By : Ozphoenix Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 2664 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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DECISIONS Chapter 5 ‘Special Edition’

NOTES: This is an adult chapter from my old fic ‘Decisions’, which is up on Lexicon.
I wrote Elita’s name as ‘Alita’. Megatron has captured Optimus Prime and is holding him in Darkmount. Elita has disguised herself as a Decepticon femme and is inside Darkmount attempting to free him.

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Alita-1 leaned against the door. She had just gone to visit Optimus in his cell and now she was hiding in an empty room, trying to think of what to do next. Her mind kept replaying her little encounter with Megatron in the lift earlier. Again and again the voice in her head repeated his words,

“Don’t be afraid of me...drop by my office and we’ll get better acquainted...”. The words tumbled around her central processor. There was no doubt about what he had meant. Megatron. At first, Alita had been repulsed and angered by his advances; but now she was having second thoughts. In an evil kind of way, he was attractive - masculine, self assured, great body - and he had promised to give her pleasure. She knew all about the Decepticon leaders’ reputation; his ‘conquests’ were legendary and it was said that his skill was unmatched. She believed nearly all of what she heard about Megatron’s prowess ever since she had talked to one of her femmes who had previously been a Decepticon. The femme had told her that she had first hand experience of Megatron’s abilities and they were everything they were said to be.

(So?) Alita thought, (Optimus is good too! Just that he doesn’t clock up a new femme every night, so news of his ‘prowess’ doesn’t get spread around like Megatron’s does).

Alita wrestled with her impulses, she wanted to present herself at Megatrons door and say, “here I am!”, she wanted to experience him for herself. (Its wrong! Not to mention unthinkable! Huh! I *am* thinking about it ). She pushed away from the door and started pacing around the room. (I don’t believe I’m actually contemplating this). She stopped and stared at the ceiling.

(Optimus will never know, no one will, you are disguised as a unknown Decepticon for Primus sake! You can pretty much do what you want.) She smiled, her mind was made up. Looking down, she checked her paint, dabbing her finger over it to see if it was dry. (Yup, ready to go). Shivering with anticipation, she set off to find Megatron’s office.

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Megatron was typing commands into his computer. He was in an extraordinarily good mood. Optimus
Prime was locked up in his prison cells and the Autobots were in disarray. It had been a good day.
(Now I just need something to top it off.) he told himself with a grin.

A tap at his door caught his attention. “Enter,” he commanded and watched as the door slid open. His grin got even wider when he saw who was standing there.

“Ahh, come in.” he spoke, his optics sweeping over her seductive physique. Alita entered and the door shut behind her. Now that she was in, she was starting to have second thoughts. (What am I *doing* here? I can’t believe I’m going through with it!). She stood before his desk with her hands clasped behind her back. Slowly she raised her head until she was looking directly into his optics.

“You wanted to see me?” she asked in a slightly shaking voice.

Megatron pushed himself back from his desk and rose from his chair, moving around until he was standing before her. He raised his hand and caressed her cheek.

“Yes, I did,” he said smoothly, “tell me, what is your name?”.

(My NAME?? Oh slag, um...) Alita thought quickly, “Ah,...um...my name is...” she stopped and Megatron looked at her expectantly.

“Midnight!” she burst out. Megatron raised an optic. “Yes. Midnight.” she confirmed, nodding her head vigorously.

Megatron nodded then abruptly pulled her against him. She gasped and struggled for a moment then forced her self to outwardly relax, even if her insides were churning. For a moment he stared down into her optics then he lowered his head and grazed her lips with his. “Midnight...” he whispered against her mouth. Alita moaned and pressed up to him, he had done nothing but kiss her and she was already becoming intensely aroused.

Megatron raised his hand and traced the Decepticon symbol on her chest. He drew his hand down her front until it came to rest just above her groin. Alita whimpered and moved against him, wanting more.
He smiled and allowed his fingers to explore between her legs. She threw her head back and clutched at his shoulders, her hips moving backwards and forwards under his administrations. His fingers delved into her interface while he supported her arching back with his other hand. Mouth roving her throat, he pushed her backwards until her rear rested on his desk top. He fitted four fingers into her, pushing them up as far as he could.

Alita became aware enough to spread her thighs so that Megatron could stand between them. Through a haze of desire, she thought, (On the desk? Just like Optimus! This must be a ‘leader’ thing).

Megatron swiftly removed his codpiece and pressed his erection to the junction of her thighs, rubbing the tip of it smoothly up and down against her. By now Alita was well lubricated and highly turned on by the Decepticon leader’s efforts. Megatron entered her easily, wrenching a scream from the Autobot femme commander’s throat. Pleased at her reaction, Megatron satisfied himself by merely thrusting in and out of her for a few moments before he decided to step up the pace. He grasped her body and lifted her off the desk to slam her back to the wall beside it. Alita gave off ragged groans, her head sagging forward to rest on Megatrons chest as he fucked her against the wall. Her body jerked with every invasion of his interface.

She wrapped her legs around his rapidly moving hips and held onto his shoulders for support. With a deep grunt and one last devastating thrust, Megatron climaxed. He savagely bit her neck as he poured himself into her; she could feel his hot ejaculate splashing her insides. This, and the bite, caused Alita to come as well. She screamed at the top of her voice; the rapid pulsations between her legs almost made her pass out and her fingers scraped across his chest in one long desperate scratch.

When she had recovered, she lifted her head up to find a slightly out of breath Megatron studying her.

“You remind me of someone....” he said softly, tilting his head to get a better look at her and resting his hands on either side of her belly. (Oh no,) Alita groaned silently. She looked down at the floor and shifted her hips nervously, feeling that Megatron was still half erect inside her even though he had come quite explosively and to her mind should be wholly deflated. But the state of his erection wasn’t her concern right now, concealing her identity *was*. There was no doubt in her CPU that Megatron would be very pleased to learn that he had just had a ‘piece’ of his arch enemy’s girlfriend!

Alita looked cautiously back at Megatron. He was still looking at her, thoughtfully studying her features.
She started to open her mouth to say something when he leaned forward and kissed her, his mouth slanting hard across hers. Moaning, she ran her hands up his chest then back down to take hold of his hips and pull him closer into her. She felt his interface flare up inside her to its full length and firmness. He was quite large and despite her arousal she was becoming uncomfortable.

With a firm push of her hands on his chest, she got him away from between her thighs. He started to protest but stopped when he saw she was down on her knees and taking him into her mouth. He gasped and rested his hands on her shoulders, watching her lips slide back and forth over his erection and her hands encircle the part she couldn’t get into her mouth. Alita continued this for several minutes, then she stood up and went to his desk; Megatron followed eagerly, so close behind her that his interface brushed against her rounded rear. She settled herself leaning over his desk with her arms stretched out in front of her.

The Decepticon commander needed no instructions on what to do next. He grabbed her upper torso, holding on to her breasts and slid into her dripping interface with a wriggle of his hips.

As he pounded into her faster and faster, the femme commander’s lubricating fluid dripped down his inner legs. This inflamed him and he came suddenly in one almighty thrust, a cry of ecstacy tearing from his lips. As he came down from his high, he realised she had not yet climaxed, so he kept up his thrusting and inserted one hand between their entwined bodies - his fingers delved into her around his own interface. Alita squealed and writhed, one hand clenched into a fist and pounding the desk; the other reaching to join his at their connection. When their fingers touched in such an intimate location, she came in a rush. The intense throbbing and movement there made her scream in pleasurable agony.

For a few moments the world went white, then Alita recovered and braced herself on the desk as her legs trembled with weakness. Megatron turned her around and held her close, resting his cheek on her head.

“Midnight.....that was very enjoyable, but I have to get back to work now. Come back later and we will do this again.” he murmured. Alita nodded and stepped back from him, knowing this would be their one and only time. Never again would it happen. She stood on tippy-toes to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you.” she whispered and then exited his office on shaky legs, finding it hard to walk straight.
(How can such an evil, horrible person be such an excellent lover?) she mused to herself. Mentally shaking her head, she retreated; somewhat wobbly; to her hiding place to think over what had happened and work out a way to release her real lover, Optimus Prime. (Haven’t I got a few things to teach him) she smirked.

THE END !
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