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Crossing the Line	By : StarRaider Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Crossing the Line

He walked through the back ally of the darkened street without a thought to what might come out of the shadows. There was no fear, no worry, not really much of a thought over any of it as he swiftly moved from one shadow to another making his way to the meeting point. This was the same point they had met now for a great many years, in fact the set appointment time was always the same as well. This area of the planet pretty much belonged to him and the great thing that was called the Decepticon Empire; no one or thing would dare bother him in his domain. Where he was going was a completely different story; he stepped out into the open the sun reflecting off his silver armor with luster then crossed the narrow pathway through fortified walls that marked the border into the neutral territory. The century drones snapped to attention at the site of him, then as he passed went back to their business. What he was doing here in this neutral territory was unknown to most, but the century’s had noticed that he had started doing it in a timely fashion, luckily for him they wouldn’t care. The specific spot he was headed to was on the other side just inside the neutral boarder where most of the time neutrals or even Autobots would enter looking to change their lives. This was a spot where it was acceptable to co-exist with very little fighting, it was not maintained by his armies for just that reason. He wanted the neutrals, and even the Autobot deserters to come looking for something more, something else to guide them and they would find it, right within his Decepticon ranks.

He stopped short of the light keeping his bulk hidden in the shadows for the moment, it wasn’t that he needed to remain hidden but he rather kept his business private. His quarry was normally on time, and most often in a haste to keep to the shadows as well, which rather amused him and caused him to smirk as he stood there. He didn’t bother with keeping any guards here either, the run down area would not sustain a mech of his caliber and thus if he encountered anyone they would not pose any threat.

Waiting his sensors on full, his patience grew thin, there was no doubt that she would show up in fact he was rather proud of himself that they had these meetings and kept them fairly regularly. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other slowly with irritation until he heard the sound of steps which ushered in a bit of anticipation. His processor was sharp even while in thought; thoughts of how many times he had come to this very spot and waited. Thoughts of how they communicated through Ravage, to make arrangements for their meetings. Thoughts of having the new bunker built within the confines of the neutral territories so that the meetings could take place more often. The steps brought a smirk to his face as it drew him out of his train of thought; he knew them all too well. The second she turned the corner she joined him in the shadows. He put his hand out, she took it instantly and he began to lead her away to his more private location.

As soon as they were out of the sensor range of public audio receptors she began. “I apologize for my lateness.” She was slightly out of breath and panted for just a click then attempted to regain her composure.

“I would have waited longer.” Which was true, but he wouldn’t have been happy about it either. He had already had a few thoughts of blowing her off and leaving, but thought better of it.

His sly tone brought a smile to the female’s lips, “I know how you are Megatron and when you get into your moods you hate to be kept waiting.”

“Some things are worth the wait.” Megatron’s optics flared with the thought he had in mind. Oh how he would love to have her bent over his own desk while he held on to her his rod buried deep within her while she moaned loud enough they heard her through the walls; perhaps he would do that next time, and he filed away the thought for later. They entered an older looking building then headed down a flight of stairs through a door that sealed them in, for the time being. He turned swiftly around to her and took her up into his arms.

She wasted no time and threw her arms around his neck, it seemed no matter how she fought it her body wanted him. She kissed him lightly on the side of the helm as he slowly brought her down. “I’ve missed you,” she confessed.

That only served to stroke Megatron’s ego. “I’ve had a thought.”

A bit of a worried look crossed her face plate, when Megatron had ideas it usually meant trouble. “What has come to that devious processor of yours?”

“I want to have you in your quarters.” He didn’t bother to beat around the bush about it; he knew what he wanted and was out to get it.

“Take you to Iacon?” She scoffed.

“Elita, I know you like the danger, every time I see you I read it in your optics. Take me home with you; the thrill will be unlike anything else you've experienced.” The thought of having his foe’s mate on his own bed was so very tantalizing. He was ready for something more than just the forbidden feeling of being with her he wanted to up the anti of the danger, and make it much more worth the effort. Sensual seduction came to him with ease as he prepared to talk her into it.

“Megatron we can't! What if someone saw you? Iacon would be ripped apart looking for you, what if they caught you?” Elita-one dared not to think of what might happen if they were caught together. Something in her spark wanted to spend more time with him, but her processor extinguished that instantly, she had her mate.

“Catch me? I doubt it. I'll transform then you can carry me in and out. No one will know anything even took place.” He spoke as if he had it all worked out. He had to a degree, getting out might prove more difficult and time would be of the essence, but he know she would not allow him just to walk out on his own.

“But Prime...” Elita thought about her mate. She did love him with her spark, but he lacked that fire, the danger, and excitement that Megatron so easily added to her life.

“If Prime held up his end you wouldn't be here with me tonight, or any other previous night.” He had not meant to hurt her, but things between them were based on the fact that she couldn’t get what she wanted from Prime.

His words cut her as if they were razor sharp; it was true she never would have even thought of Megatron or this for one click if Prime had been the least bit interested in trying new things in bed. Elita’s processor whirled with a thousand different things she could have said, even would have said if it weren’t completely true. What could she do now, sure deny him tell him no, but than never ever went over well with Megatron of all people. Her optics dimmed in thought as she looked away from the taller mech she couldn’t look at his optics any longer.

Megatron’s hand rose to her chin and corrected her line of sight, he was serious and he knew she would not want this at all. Now was time to press it farther and win her over. “Come you must have thought about it, all these times coming here, did you not once imagine that it was your own recharge birth which I made you scream in?”

"I really would rather not," Elita decided to attempt to talk Megatron out of the idea. "It would really be too risky." She was no longer thinking of what would happen to her but what would happen to Megatron if they were caught. There was something within her telling her to protect him some how, but logic overrode it, this was after all Megatron Leader of the Decepticons. She inwardly scoffed at her own thoughts. Megatron doesn’t need protection.

"That adds to the excitement." Megatron nearly purred. "Going there is half the thrill." he pushed her farther closing the gap between them. Heat emanated from him penetrating her armor his want with it.

"Nothing I say is going to change your thought process is it?" Fans and motors kicked in cooling Elita’s systems, but that didn’t change the tingle that she felt in her port that now grew to an ache to be filled.

He could hear the defeat in her vocals he had already won; now all he had to do was seal it. "You came to me to fill your desire, to dissipate the boring stagnating feelings that he," Megatron punctuated the he knowing it would drive the steak farther to speak of her mate Optimus Prime. "Leaves you with, I know exactly why you come to me, and why now you will do as I ask." Megatron nodded his head to her his smirk still firmly in place.

Elita's optics had for the most part been locked with Megatron's until that moment. Inside she felt the torment, and turmoil that told her everything he had just said was absolutely correct and there wasn’t a thing she could do about it. She broke the contact when the thought of Prime finding out would be a possibility. She internally sighed, as she locked optics again knowing she was about to give in, what else could she do? This was Megatron and until he got his way he would persist. "Alright, we will go, you will have to stay in your gun mode the whole way." her voice wavered a little as if she were trying to plead with him.

Megatron's smirk grew into a full smile, then he transformed. Elita caught him, and then stuck him between a bit of her plaiting to hide him. She looked around once more then headed up the stairs and out the door to the surface. She walked briskly through the neutral area per the usual keeping her head up and acknowledging those she knew not bothering to stop. Approaching the neutral-Autobot border she spoke in a soft voice, "We are at the border." she informed her passenger.

The two guards both watched her as she approached, one looking as if he would bed her right then and then the other straitening to attention.

The one at attention greeted her. "Welcome back."

"Thank you. Are there updates?" she asked.

"No, Optimus Prime hasn't returned from the council meetings yet."

"Understood." she walked past them entering Iacon.

Keeping her pace nice and efficient she walked through the capital city on her way up to the command quarters, she stopped here and there to appear as if nothing were wrong, while inside she was shaking like a leaf and she was sure that Megatron could feel it. She took a long breath attempting to calm herself, though it only reminded her of Megatron and what would happen as soon as she could manage to get up to her quarters. The thought of that seemed to fuel her fire making her break contact with a few friends and head straight to her rooms.

It was dark where Megatron rode on Elita, he could feel the nervousness emanate from her as she shook. He smiled to himself knowing that he would be at the heart of Iacon and in his archenemies very recharge chamber.

The hall from the lift to her quarters was clear, Elita sighed with relief. Thoughts of what was soon to happen had created heat in her core. She wanted him, but refused to admit to herself that he was right, the danger of having him there and the possibility of getting caught was exquisite her port had begun to produce its natural lube as the ache grew within her. She keyed the door and it slid open, and then waited for it to close. She leaned against the door still wondering what she’s doing. She removed the gun that was Megatron from the dark gap in her armor and held him there for a moment.

If it were possible Megatron would have smirked in his gun mode. He could tell that she had stopped, and now his site had a few things in view it was obvious that she had come to a place that he would be free to transform, yet he didn’t. The warm hand that held him rather tightly felt rather good around his frame. Her thumb slid over the grooves in his hilt and sent a vibration through him all the way down to his core penetrating him with arousal.

Elita looked at the weapon, the stalk fit nicely in the crook of her arm, she slid the safety up and on regardless of the fact that Megatron himself could over ride the human feature. She had one hand around the muzzle and the silencer while her right hand grasped the hilt her index finger only partly through the trigger loop, as her thumb slid along the grip’s ridges. He was a nice piece of work even for a human weapon. Elita slid her hand from the base of the silencer to the tip where it had widened ever so slightly, then considered how many times that very barrel had been pointed at her over the years. Would have he allowed the Decepticon holding him to shoot her? Even with all that they’ve been through and done would he have killed her? Two separate parts of her answered those questions. The part of her that spoke from the spark said no, he wouldn’t have allowed himself to be discharged, the logical part of her had said yes, he would he is the Decepticon leader. Her hand came back down the muzzle, and over what would be Megatron’s chest and the distinctive Decepticon symbol.

A slight bit of shock held Megatron’s processor. He had never realized that he was much more sensitive in his alt mode than in his robot form. Internally he chuckled just a bit, when handled as a weapon he was too busy thinking about doing the job at hand, an in the hands of another mech no less he wouldn’t have been thinking about sex. Only now in the hands of the femmebot did he allow the sensitivity to be felt or even noticed. This easily would have provoked him enough to make him want her, the fact that he had been already there compounded it with anticipation. He felt the heat from her finger tips travel to the back side of his mode, her free hand touching and pulling back his hammer. The ridges on the top of the hammer were slowly stroked sending a new flourish of vibrations through him. She pulled it back a little then let it rest again, Megatron inhaled at the pressure that had been built then exhaled when she had let it go. The build up of power forced his senses to heighten as if she had stroked his throbbing steel rod. He controlled himself regardless of the surprise though he did want her to do it again, his processor quickly computing if it were done enough would he discharge? He would have grit his dentals if he could, as logic set in, obviously a weapons discharge of his magnitude would have security beating the door down.

Stroking the hammer again then pulling back nearly half way she could feel heat start to come from Megatron, though he had not made one sound nor had he shook himself free so he could transform, she figured he must be enjoying it. She pulled the hammer back father allowing it to click into place. He began to heat in her hand again, she let go of the hammer, and a moment later it snapped shut and Megatron shook.

The instant Elita let Megatron go he tumbled in half summersault, shifting and transforming as he went. He landed his back toward her his right leg out in front of him his hand firmly planted on his knee joint in support of the large cannon. He straightened up slowly, his rod pushing against is cod piece hard as he turned to his left to face her. He didn’t show the discomfort that it caused but was ready to relieve it quickly. The whole while taking up the new scenery around him, this was Optimus Prime’s personal quarters. In front of him was a desk, plain with a stack of datapads on it, common for any leader type. To the left was an arch, and through that some what of a seating area decorated as it to entertain guests. As he came about and stopped facing Elita-one, and the door which she had come through he noticed there was very little armorment for the door itself, it occurred to him that if someone was going to break in they wouldn’t have much trouble. At that he nearly laughed, ‘An Autobot break into Prime’s quarters?’ He questioned himself, before he could bother to compute the answer he had taken a step and came back to Elita’s position.

**

"This officially conclude this convening of the Autobot council, till all are one." Alpha Trion's words echoed as the entire group repeated it softly. Optimus Prime was the last one to stand as the room emptied. Ironhide caught site of the famed leader as he finally emerged.

"Fure once the council finished early. What'da say we go down to the tavern and actually relax some?"

For about half a click Prime actually thought about doing just that, but he had been feeling like that because of all the meetings he had begun to neglect her. This would be his chance to make up some of that lost time. "Sorry Ironhide I want to spend some time with Elita."

"You're right, I am sure Moonracer would appreciate it if I came home too." Ironhide smiled, he didn't have to be told what Prime was thinking about they had been friends for much too long.

Optimus nodded and the two of them started out of the building headed back to Iacon.

**

An unseen energy seemed to pass between the two of them as each one seemed to look the other over with hunger. Elita’s hands came up to Megatron’s shoulders his head had not ebbed away at all. She drew them down over his chest and then to the middle over his insignia.

Megatron took her hands in his completely engulfing them by his sheer size. There was only an instance where he held them then in a flash Megatron pulled them a part with a great step forward he had Elita pinned to the door behind her his lips covering hers, as his larger chassis pressed against hers. His hands released and headed down her arms, to her torso his fingers sliding down the sensitive crease where the latches to her armor were.

As much as Elita wanted just to give herself to him here in the doorway was not the place. Her hands instantly fell on his as she panted to catch her breath between kisses. “Not here,” she panted again the pressure he put against her practically forcing the heated air out of her. “In the recharge birth.”

One latch came open before Megatron actually stopped trying. “Here is as good as any other place.” He placed one leg between hers and lifted spreading her knees and making his armor grind on hers. He moved one hand down around her aft and lifted her farther so they were at optic level.

The heat rose a few more degrees with the power that she felt come from him, and how easy it was for him to lift her. His hand found the second latch on the right side and if it were not for his pressure against her the armor would have fallen to the floor exposing her bare breasts. Elita forced herself to push him though he didn’t move one inch, her head was back against the wall as he nipped at her neck just hard enough to make her port tingle again and begin to drip with anticipation.

He pulled the armor down at an angle just enough to nip what would pass for her collar bone area on the right. It sent a shiver down her structure and made her bring her head forward she neared his helm. “Come this way.” Elita could only whisper.

With a push of his toe Megatron ground his armor on hers once more his codpiece aching with pressure of his pent up rod inside. Elita gasped and then a whine escaped her lips, the pressure of his chassis on her and the wall behind both unforgiving and now becoming painfully apparent. She lifted one arm and gestured, Megatron’s optics followed her gaze down her arm to the open door in the hall. His optics dimmed with irritation as he stepped back letting her slide back down to the ground.

Instantly Elita took a deep cooling breath then began down the hall. Megatron took in everything committing it all to memory as he walked through a hall in and into the plain room that held not much more than a desk and the recharge birth itself. In fact the birth didn’t look large enough for him to picture Prime and Elita both sharing it. The thoughts were wiped out of his processor as the nagging pain throbbed in his codpiece again. Megatron grabbed Elita around her waist pulling free the armor she held in place letting it fall to the floor with a resounding clank. With that out of the way, both of his hands came up and around her cupping her breasts while he came around the back of her neck, with short little kisses.

With the door sliding closed behind them Elita gave into Megatron’s touch she leaned back on to him letting all the tension leave her; her hand rose up and over his helm as he kissed her. There was no doubt about it, he had been right.

His hands slipped from her breasts to her lower armor, he found the memorized clasps and pulled them free, her armor with it. He moved then dropped the armor to free his hands he wanted to touch every inch of her over. At her hip they rested for a moment then down the front of her slowly, his fingers tracing the out line of her port and the crease of her legs. She was warm, and though he could feel that she was ready he knew she wasn’t. One hand snaked swiftly back around and quickly removed his own codpiece releasing his pole that quickly made its self known to her aft.

The tap on her backside alerted Elita just to how much Megatron was eager to get things moving. More often then not he was always in control even when it came to arousal, he was ready only when he was ready his rod now sliding over her aft was something that only came on rare occasions when he was been previously aroused before they had met. Down in the pit of her spark she liked it most when he was like this, that just on the edge of uncontained ferocity that Megatron could be would set all her sensors tingling.

Stroking her port crease with his right hand his left hand came back round he to her breast and cupped it slightly, as he pinched the nipple just a bit between his thumb and index finger. One finger slid into the crevice of her port brushing itself against her outer sensor. Elita moaned ever so softly making Megatron smile rather evilly. He let her natural lubrication cover his finger then added a second which increased her volume. He pushed his rod past her aft again then continued to do so each time he stroked her sensor.

Oh how she loved when he built her up, he would make her want it so bad. Her systems began to heat again fans kicking in at full speed as she slowly started to pant. Elita knew it wouldn’t last long though, it was only a bit of prep work to aid her in accommodating his size.

The simulation of his rod rubbing on her aft only set is sensors ablaze further. He let one finger slide into her and within a few pumps added a second. It made his pole ache to be there even more. He stepped back letting her go and turned her around to face him then reassumed his position, this time one hand around her back and the other hand firmly paced on her aft. His rod slid up through her thighs and got its first coat of her fluids. His lips again covered hers his he took a step forward, then another walking her to the edge of the birth.

She stopped short of falling on to the birth save for his grasp on her. It made her smile just a little though the kiss. With his rod sliding nearly on her sensor she could feel the pulse of his Energon Elita thought she might reach her peak standing right there, of course it would not have been the first time.

The Decepticon leader was rather proud of him self and what he could do to make her want him. The hand that rested at the base of her neck slid down to her aft and then both hands pulled her to him hard as if he were within her already.

“OH!” Elita couldn’t contain the sounds that seem to come up from a hidden place within her. Her chassis nearly quaked with in his grasp, as he kissed her along the side of her jaw line then back to her lips. Any thoughts of to where they were now completely slipper her processor, she was here in Megatron’s arms, and he made it so that was the only thing she could think about; which was just how he liked it.

He broke the kids and brought her hard against him his lips brushing her audio receptor. “Who do you want?” he purred.

For an instant her vocalizer failed but with a bit a breath she managed to coax it back online. “You,” she chirped.

Megatron pulled her hard against him again making sure he angled his rod so it slid against her sensor. He could feel the shiver that it caused to run through her, making his own core begin to heat. “Who do you want?” he repeated, his voice was filled with lust making it come out rough and nearly horse.

“You, Megatron,” it wasn’t the first time he had forced her to say his name, and because of that Elita had forced herself not to say his name when she and Optimus had their own intimate sessions.

He released her with a bit of a push sending her down to the birth; she quickly back peddled until she was able to lie full out in front of him. His optics ravaged her as he knelt down onto the birth slowly coming between her legs like some earthen cat stalking its prey. His hands stopped mid thigh and pushed making room from him to lead down. Elita’s optics went wide and she gasped loudly making Megatron smirk. He didn’t often do this but he would this time simply to drive her crazy. With a slow measured movement he came down brushing his lips across her port as his tongue grazed her sensor. Instantly she bucked at him, but he had already moved, staring at her liking the taste of her off his lips.

Her entire frame seemed to whine for more, it was effort to keep her breath, as he dove down on her again. Elita couldn’t control the reflex to arch to him for more. It made her ache to be filled, “Megatron please” it came out as a soft whisper.

That made him smile as he licked her again lingering long enough to swirl his tongue around then over her sensor. He had to move back just a bit when she moved up to keep it a temptation. He rested one hand over her lower abdomen and let its weight push her back down to the bed, and then repeated the process holding her in place.

How he knew how to make her want him this bad was beyond Elita’s comprehension. Yes they’d been doing this for some time, and yes they had learned much about what each other had liked but this hear and now was something else. All her sensors seemed to tingle as her center began to build up pressure signaling the on coming peak.

Rather then allow her to come for him Megatron stopped. He heard her whine softly in disappointment then added a finger from his free hand to her pulsing opening.

“OH!” she panted as he held her involuntary movements down.

Megatron lapped slowly at the sensor his digit in time with his tongue the pressure he used to hold her in place increasing as she fought it. He added a second finger to her, and listened as she moaned this time with a bit more volume, but that wasn’t all he wanted from her. He worked his fingers within her twisting her wrist to his palm was up curling the digits looking for her inner sensor.

One hand shot down to his helm and rested on the top of it, she knew better than to put much pressure on it, but the urge to thrust up to him and push him down to her was nearly painful to fight.

“Oh yes,” her heated breath came out quickly. Elita needed something else to grasp something to anchor her. The edge of the bed was just out of her grasp but the headboard was not, she grabbed it and held it her finger tips digging into it from the pressure. Her vocalizer seemed to have a mind of its own as each time he moved it drew more sound from her regardless of its coherency.

He couldn’t help but smile just a little as he kept his movements in time with each other. Oh yes he would make her peak then she would be ready for him, he liked that though a lot, making him increase the speed which he drove his fingers. She tasted slightly tart, yet just sweet enough to make him want more. On his fingers he could feel her inner cables beginning to clench down, signaling the onset of her peak. He lapped at her sensors with more vigor sliding over it and around it. Megatron released a little of the pressure he used to hold her down allowing her to push up at him only inches.

Elita’s entire chassis seemed to tingle with life as all at once they reported back the burst of pleasure. “PRIMUS” she cried.

Megatron kept up his pace until the pressure she put on his hand subsided then he slowed first withdrawing his fingers and then stopping the lapping that made her shudder at each swipe.

Hot ragged breaths came quickly as she tried to get her systems to cool. Her mind raced at the amount of sensory input that was coming in and the fact she knew it was far from over. Megatron never would allow her to go with just one specially if he hadn’t had his yet. That meant this was just a warm up.

Spreading her knees a little more Megatron made room for his throbbing rod to finally gain access to her, he came up slowly sliding his hands first up her thighs his thumbs sliding over her port sensor, then up over the hip, up the curve of her sides, around her chest and over her breasts until he could feel the head of her port on his shaft.

She couldn’t help but tense a little as the tip of is pole found its way into her dark gap. It slid slowly and constantly in until she felt his framework hit hers. The feeling fullness took over making her sigh loudly though the ache of his width forcing her taunt cables open.

That familiar mischievous smirk came to Megatron’s face as he pulled out and then pushed hard back into her. It made her slide up on the platform but her hand on the head board pushed back and kept her in place. He repeated the process his ebony hands tracing her curve from the hip up to her arms then over her shoulders and down to her breasts. He held her there and sped his pace up feeling her move within his grasp.

Elita arched her back as best she could to counter his movements, now that both hands were on the head board for support. Her head was back against the pillow and her optics were off, she had been still coming down off the first one when he had filled her bringing back the feeling of need and want. Panting came back in a rush of cool air as she gasped. He sped up again and she could feel his rod sliding on her inner sensor, each movement threatened to send her into a second orgasm.

The teasing she had done to him in his gun mode and the holding back he had done till this point had built up pressure within him quickly. Megatron smiled though he knew he was close he also knew it would only take him a few moments for his systems to cool before he could go at it again. He leaned over her, working his hands up to her shoulders then with one hard pull he was completely over her using his grip to thrust harder.

The force he used surprised Elita and the air in her filters were pushed out and a loud moan. On the second thrust she couldn’t hold anything bad her hands came from the head board down to his shoulders and gripped at him securely as she rode out the second more powerful orgasm.

He could feel that in only a few more strokes he would send his hot fluid into her he thrust hard twice more, then let out a low growl as he held her hard his pole deep within her sending in his seed.

Elita’s vocalizer had a mind of it’s own as it whispered. “Oh Primus yes.” Right into Megatron’s audio, it made him pull back and ram her hard once more. His systems registered warm rather than on the hot side he silently smiled again knowing that cut his recovery time in half. He leaned back and let her go watching her still shutter in pleasure.

She turned her optic back on with a flutter feeling his weight lift from her. He knelt there between her thighs with an evil glint in his optics, something she had only seen twice before. She consulted her internal clock; Prime wasn’t scheduled back for a few hours still. That in mind she tried to cool her heated systems.

**

There was no rush to leave as Optimus talked with some of the senators from the other city-states that had come to the meeting once out side the door. Ironhide had gone off a little earlier and it was his intent to surprised Elita as well but he still had a front to put on for the others. At least the last one was content and he could carry out his plans. He headed to the command room. There was one last report he knew he should pick up before heading to his quarters for the night. He walked swiftly to it and looked around taking in the lack of excitement. Perhaps the Decepticons would be quiet long enough he really could spend some quality time with Elita for once.

“Blaster the end of shift report?” he looked at his communications officer.

“Hey my man!” Blaster swiveled in the chair and then got up with the data pad in hand.

Thanks Blaster,” Prime nodded and headed out. He walked slowly as he read the report heading in the direction of his quarters.

**

Megatron waited a little longer this time, he wasn’t as worked up as he was before, and he wanted Elita’s systems to cool before he decided he was going to tax them again. His hands wondered slowly up and down her thigh, and over her midsection. She was very pleasing to look at, but he had already had her like this he wanted something else. He removed his rod that was already starting to regain its girth, and pulled her at the hip. Elita followed his motions and turned over on to her front. He caressed her aft as it came up in front of him; he then ran his hand up her back over the central column. ’ I bet Prime never does this.’ he thought when he brought his again hard rod to he still wet port then slid it in pulling her at the hip on to him.

“Oh yes!” Elita cried. She loved how he would be rough yet smooth with her and this was one of her favorites. She braced herself again, and pushed back on him wanting to feel his entire rod within her. There really was no comparison between Megatron and Optimus when it came down to it. Megatron was much more skilled then Optimus would ever be. As soon as the thought was there it was gone shattered by waves of pleasure that came from her core as the Decepticon leader hammered into her.

**

Nearing the door to his quarters Optimus paused finishing reading the report then opened the door. He placed the data pad down on the desk and held a moment again, there seemed to be a noise coming from the recharge birth. He started down the hall.

Elita panted harder his rod felt bigger some how like this and it pushed her to the edge and right over easily. “PRIMUS!” she called.

Holding her down on him each time he thrust the taunt pulsing of her cables seemed to pull at his pole for more of his life giving fluid. He held back a bit wanting to prolong it just a little longer.

The longer hard strokes prompted a second wave of pleasure to roll through her systems she couldn’t help but call the name of the mech that had caused it.

“MEGATRON!”

Optimus Prime opened the door to his recharge birth to see his arch enemy hunched over his mate on his very own birth. There was a moment of disbelief and if his mouth had been visible it would have hung open.

She froze no one else could get into her quarters accept Optimus, which meant that he was not standing by the door witnessing her infidelity.

Megatron however took that moment to thrust fully into her one last time as he came hard in a low growl. He too knew who had entered and it only served to boost his ego. He slowly pulled himself free of Elita making sure that Prime had a good view of his masculinity.

Prime stood there still in disbelief, causing Megatron to smirk. "Don't give me that look Prime; she wanted it BEGGED me for it."

The Autobot leader leaned to the side just a little to catch a glimpse of is mate’s optics as she turned over to a sitting position. "Elita?" His normally calm reassured voice came out harsh and shaky.

With a sigh the femme spoke, "I couldn't help myself."

Prime came over to the bed ignoring how Megatron stood at the edge smugly. “You wanted this?” he questioned quickly but didn’t allow her time to answer. “He didn’t force himself on you?”

Elita’s hands trembled.

“Of course I didn’t rape her.” Megatron inserted “She came to me.”

Her optics started to secrete solvent. “I never meant for it to happen like this.”

The Prime’s mood changed in and instant when he looked to see where Megatron had gone. He got up off the bed and look out the hall just in time to see the Warlord step into the solvent chamber. He stepped back into the room with Elita. “What were you thinking? That’s Megatron this is Iacon!” he was angry, disappointed, and spark broken all at once.

“I know,” She said between sniffles.

“Megatron.” Prime called going out to the hall.

“What’s the matter Prime? Are you realizing that you will never beat me? Not even as a mate do you fill your role. I have to pick up were you leave off.” Megatron had reattached his armor and came back into the hall facing Prime.

Prime’s anger rose. “Get out now Megatron.”

“Oh yes, let me just walk right out the front door.” Megatron reattached his cannon with a click.

Turning back to the bed room Prime looked at a Elita who had begun to compose herself. “How did you get him in here?”

“I carried him in.” She answered looking up.

“Don’t even think for a nano-click that I will allow you to take me from here Prime.” Megatron’s raspy voice came from right behind him.

“I will escort you then.” Optimus shook his head.

“I will take him to the neutral grounds.” Elita got up slowly her power reserves were low but nothing that would keep her from making the trip.

“She will take me alone.” Megatron corrected.

“How can I trust you with her?” Prime spun around to view Megatron optic to optic.

“I’ve returned her in working order thus far have I not?” Megatron smirked again as the thought of this not being the first time finally dawned on Prime.

Prime ground his dentals together and cast his view down to the floor, “Fine take him and go.”

Elita nodded and got up off the birth she found the rest of her armor and dawned it as fast as she could. She came to where Prime stood and looked at him, but he only turned away and went into the bedroom. She neared Megatron who put a hand around her as if to claim her in front of her mate. She didn’t bother to shake him off till they got back down the hall into the living area. “Let’s go.” She mumbled.

Megatron stared down the hall at the room Prime was now in. Knowing the Autobot rather well Megatron transformed and let Elita catch him and again place him into the dark crevice of her armor. “Things were just beginning to be interesting.” He said just before the door opened.

The two traveled in silence in the Cybertronian night. Elita didn’t bother to look at anyone or say anything as she passed them and into the neutral lands. In a particularly dark area she pulled Megatron out.

He transformed landing rather hardly onto the ground. He faced her looking her over again. Her head was down and her posture sagged nothing like the confident Autobot femme he was accustomed to. He put one hand on her shoulder, “He won’t look at you the same ever again.”

She didn’t say anything; it was something she already knew was true.

“Do you really want to go back to that? Him knowing that you’ve had this secret for so long?” Megatron tipped her chin up so her optics met his.

Elita attempted to look away but his grip was firm. “He’s my mate.”

“Fine,” Megatron let her go, “Go back to him, do as you wish.”

Knowing she would have to face Optimus’ questioning gaze she took a step then looked back at Megatron for an instant, and then left on her way back to Iacon.
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