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Title: Requested TFA Drabbles
Author: dreamerchaos
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by Hasbro. I''m only playing with them.
Rating: PG-13 all the way to Mature.
Summary: A late response to drabble requests for several readers. Lyricality, hecate_19, ishimura, and lycohoney, these are for you. Many thanks for your kind words and helpful suggestions. Err…they ended up moreso as short stories than drabbles…I went a little overboard.
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Megatron/Optimus Prime
Pairing requested by Lyricality

Megatron/Optimus Prime
(Throne)
Pairing requested by Lyricality and theme discussed a little with hecate_19.

Sentinel Prime/Optimus Prime
(Prisoner)
Pairing and story-line requested by hecate_19. Not exactly what we had discussed, hon, by I hope it suffices.

Prowl/Optimus Prime
(Stasis Cuffs)
Pairing and theme requested by ishimura

Prowl/Wreck-gar
(Silence and Serenity)
Pairing requested by lycohoney

Megatron/Optimus Prime
Pairing requested by Lyricality

Hands cuffed behind his back, Optimus stumbles when pushed to his knees in front of the dais steps and looming black throne.

From the tall seat, the Decepticon ¯ Megatron, his CPU whimpers ¯ Blitzwing steps back, bowing subserviently to his lord and master after tossing the prisoner at the tall mech’s mercy.

“What do you want?” Optimus is quick and sharp in his demand, “Why have you seized our ship and taken my crew prisoner? You have no right. When the Elite Guard hears about this¯”

Blitzwing’s large hand shoves him down flat upon the tiled floor. The Prime wincing as his chin hits the ground, cheek scraped by the rough treatment.

“Watch your glossa, Autobot scum!” Angry snarls.

Megatron rumbled with cool amusement. “You Autobots…”

He raises onto his pedes, taking each single step with calm precision, optics not leaving the prisoner that scowled up at him yet quivered in terror with each step that brought the Decepticon leader closer.

“Every single one of you…snapping and yapping like organic dogs, and then tucking your tails and whining in terror when someone much bigger is quick to bear their own fangs,” The Decepticon sneers in contempt.

Feeling a small shred of lenience, however, he deigns to answer the Prime’s earlier question. “The reason why you and your crew have garnered my attention, Optimus Prime,” He smiles darkly when the Autobot flinches, surprised that the Decepticon is aware of his designation, “Is because one of my agents informed me that one of your crew excels in Space Bridge technology. Which I require and I…humbly…” Random snickers in glee at his Lord’s choice of words, “Request his assistance in building my own Bridge.”

“But we’re repair bots!” Optimus twists weakly underneath Blitzwing’s grip, “Even if one of my crew members does possess such knowledge, he would never allow you to use it against the Autobots!”

“I daresay that none of you will have a choice in the matter. Prisoners are rarely asked about their personal wishes.” Megatron coldly reminds the Prime of his current predicament, “Those of you who are of no use to me will be deactivated promptly. Your Autobot pride and loyalty should swell with the knowledge of soon joining the well of Allsparks.”

“No…” Optimus gasped, “Don’t you dare lay a hand on a single one of them!” He snaps, twisting and kicking at Blitzwing as the triple-changer tries to keep him pinned down.

“I’ve already determined that your large and awkward green friend is the mech I have long sought,” Megatron bends down onto one knee, curled fingers hooking the Prime’s chin, tilting his face up to meet the Decepticon’s, “The rest of them are no use to me online.”

“Then I suppose the same goes for me as well.” Optimus grimaces against the unmoving grip, expression twisted by the strain upon his neck and the close proximity of his enemy.

Megatron rumbled with mirth, “That is where you are incorrect.” The Decepticon counters.

Blitzwing eagerly jerks the Prime onto his knees, shoving him against the sizeable bulk of Megatron’s chassis. The Prime trying and failing to shrink away, trapped when Blitzwing splays his larger frame along his back, Random’s fangs nipping at the side of his neck.

Leaning closer, the Prime’s optics widening comically, shuddering at the gross intimacy as the Decepticon whispers into his audio, “I am willing to allow you to…persuade me…to allow your precious crew to remain online for another cycle or two.” Optimus whimpering when the Decepticon runs his thumb along his bottom lip.

Megatron/Optimus Prime
(Throne)
Pairing requested by Lyricality and theme discussed a little with hecate_19.

“Your tyranny knows no bounds.” Ultra Magnus’ glares at Megatron, slight waves of static cutting across the video image playing across the large monitor screen, “You continue to rage this war for Cybertron, and you will continue to fail again and again!”

“Spare me your drama and your bravado.” Megatron sighs, dismissing the Elite with a wave of his hand. The fingers of one hand playing with the metal chain that disappeared off-frame of the monitor’s viewing range, “I have seized control over this pitiful organic planet. The AllSpark is mine. The technology from this planet, as crude as it may be, is mine. What makes you think that I won’t be long from Cybertron?”

“Because just like before you will be stopped,” Ultra Magnus promises, gritting his denta at the smug expression that twitches Megatron’s lips, “I will stop you. The Autobots will not falter. They will stand up and rise against you, and defeat your forces and hurl you into the farthest corner of the galaxy¯”

“Stop me?” Megatron mimics, “Stop. Me. You say?”

Ultra Magnus hisses in contempt. “Yes.”

Megatron’s smile grows ugly. With a yank of the chain, the Decepticon pulls hard.

Stumbling into screen, Optimus Prime gasps, clutching at the chain bolted into the collar surrounding his neck. Stumbling against the arm of Megatron’s throne facing the monitor screen, and yanking over and onto the Decepticon’s lap.

Curling a hand around the back of the young Prime’s helm, Megatron splays his wriggling new pet against his chassis, jerking Optimus’ face towards the screen when the Prime attempts to duck his head in shame, not wishing to look at the stunned image of Ultra Magnus.

“It seems a few of your precious Autobots no longer stand against me. But instead they bow before me.” Megatron says huskily, dipping his hand and sliding it up and down the Prime’s chassis.

“Ultra Magnus, sir, please forgive me¯” Optimus cries out in pain when Megatron’s grip tightens, cutting his pet’s words short.

“You bastard!” Ultra Magnus snarls, livid with fury and horror, and behind the blue and white Autobot’s seat, Jazz and Sentinel Prime share angry curses at the sound of Megatron’s smooth laughter, “You dare lay a hand upon that young mech¯”

“Oh please, do try and stop me.” Megatron purrs, tracing the aggrieved young Prime’s throat with the sharp press of his denta, “I have all the time in the world to entertain my pet until you and your worthless lot arrives.”

Sentinel Prime/Optimus Prime
(Prisoner)
Pairing and story-line requested by hecate_19. Not exactly what we had discussed, hon, by I hope it suffices.

“Is he okay?”

“Sentinel, this is a very serious¯”

“Sir!” Sentinel interrupted his superior, “He was held captive by those Dec-Decepticons! For who knows how long! I’m the only mech aboard who knows him best, so shouldn’t I speak to him?”

“Sentinel Prime,” Ultra Magnus’ expression shows his disapproval at the Prime’s immature behavior, “I am doing what I believe is best for Optimus Prime given the circumstances and the situation that we extradited him from.”

“I know what situation he came from, that’s why I want to talk to him!”

“Not now.” Ultra Magnus raises his hand to interrupt Sentinel’s next violent outburst, “Please be patient for a couple more cycles. That is all.”

“Sir…”

“That. Is. All. Sentinel Prime.”

A couple of cycles later, Sentinel Prime is finally allowed access into the small monitored quarters holding the young Prime.

Optimus Prime lifts his helm, staring dully at the visitor, not greeting or responding to the familiar mech; pondering the dark blue Prime for a long moment, Optimus eventually turns his head away, rolling onto his side with his back facing the doorway.

Ultra Magnus lays a supportive hand on Sentinel’s shoulder before stepping back, activating the door to shut and give the two Primes a measure of privacy.

Sentinel stays close to the sealed door for a long measure of time. Staring at the turned back, Optimus curled on the berth, staring at the blank face of the wall.

The dark blue Prime scowled, hands curling into angry fists. “Why won’t you say anything?”

Optimus Prime says nothing.

“I read the files.” Sentinel squeezes his optics shut, “I know what he did to you. The marks, in those areas…it doesn’t take a genius to know that he interfaced with you by force!”

Optimus Prime curls into a tighter ball.

“You didn’t comm. for help or anything.” Sentinel whispered. “Did you think I hated you so much that I would ignore such a cry for help? Your teammates captured, and you were alone against him. You stupid idiot! Why did you have to go and play a hero?!”

Spinning around, his fist smashes into the wall, Sentinel growling as the metal buckles.

“You never interfaced with anyone, mech or femme. You said you were saving yourself. You wanted it to be with someone special.” Sentinel pressed his face against his closed fist, squeezing and dredging up sharp stabs of pain to focus on the agony racing through his spark, “Instead, you had to lose it to that glitch. You lost everything! The team – are they even still online! – your base on that mud-ball of a planet, your pride, and…”

“…it didn’t hurt…”

Sentinel halted, frozen by the whisper of his voice.

Optimus did not turn to face, but continued, “He knew. Tyrant that he was…taking the others captive, and destroying Detroit…despite me being his enemy, and his prisoner, when he finally came to my cell, he somehow knew.” He wrapped his arms around himself, “I just wanted to offline because it should have felt horrible and I should have felt terrible afterward, but he…h-he made it feel like the most perfect thing. Like a gift from Primus.”

Sentinel looked at him, horror and disgust warring, staring at Optimus’ back as if he were looking at him for the very first time and utterly despised what he saw.

Optimus chuckled, but it trickled into a sob, “He made me his pet. Said if I didn’t misbehave, then the others would remain online. As long as I pleased him and let him touch me however and whenever he wanted, then none of them would come to harm.”

Shifting to rise up on the berth, helm lowered, arms wrapped around his knees, Optimus peered at Sentinel from the corner of his optics, and “Do you know what’s really funny?”

Sentinel swallowed. Too afraid to ask.

A hollow smile touched Optimus’ lips, “I did want it to be special. Someone who I held dearly to my spark. I thought it would have been Elita, but you know what…”

“……” Sentinel shook his helm.

Optimus smiled, “I wanted it to be you. Not Elita. Not Megatron. You.”

Sharp tiny bursts in incontrollable laughter escaped him, Optimus bending over, hysterical laughter bubbling, “I never understood what Elita meant when she said that she wished that you would look at her the way you looked at me whenever I wasn’t watching. Who is the bigger fool, Sentinel? Me, for spreading my thighs for that monster, or you? Who’s the bigger fool?”

“No, you don’t mean that…” Sentinel whispered. Horrified, “I would have…we were friends, and I would have, but I didn’t want to ruin what we had¯”

Sentinel ducked when Optimus Prime snarled and threw an empty discarded cup of energon at him.

“I’M ALREADY RUINED!” He screamed in agony, glaring at Sentinel Prime as if he were Megatron incarnate, “Where were you when I needed you! You! You never forgave me for saving you instead of Elita, and Primus forbid that you let me forget! You made your feelings clear on Earth about what you felt about me…and you have the audacity to stutter and stand there like you can make ANYTHING BETTER!”

“Optimus, stop!” Sentinel rushed forward, grappling with him, snatching up his wrists. The red and blue Prime trying to claw out his optics, “Just stop.” He begged.

Optimus’ vents hitched, fractured laughter escaping in peals as he rocked broken within Sentinel’s grip, “I waited and begged for you to come, but no, you were never there. Only him. Only him. Why don’t you just send me back…at least I knew what to expect and how to behave!”

“Don’t say that!”

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Optimus shouted hysterically, “You lost that right the moment he laid his hands on me!”

“I’m sorry!” Sentinel pleads, shaking the Prime, “I’m sorry! If I could go back and change everything, I would!”

“But you can’t.” Optimus scowled, “You can’t save anyone. You didn’t save me. I was all alone. I am alone…Locked in this cage…You’re no better than him! At least he was honest about what he wanted from me!”

“No…” Sentinel denied.

“At least he took what he wanted!” With a strength that stunned Sentinel, Optimus shoved him back. Grunting as he hit the floor, Sentinel gasped as Optimus clawed at his throat, both fighting each other, Sentinel to keep Optimus from ripping him apart, “When you stare there like a fool not knowing what’s right there in front of you! You talk big, but you can’t save anyone!! You didn’t save me! And you didn’t save them!”

The door flew open, mechs filling the room.

“I got you, Sentinel.” Jazz pulled the Prime to his pedes, Ultra Magnus physically lifting Optimus off. The smaller mech screaming and struggling in the white and blue mech’s grip, sobbing and shouting incoherently as the Elite carefully pinned him to the berth, holding him down before he hurt himself or anyone else.

“I’m sorry…” Sentinel allowed Jazz to hoist him up, one arm wrapped around the ninja-bot’s shoulders.

“It’s not your fault.” Jazz pulled him from the room, leading away from the sight of Ultra Magnus wrapping the Prime up with a firm grip, rocking the young Prime as he screamed and shattered, CPU fritzing from another meltdown. “What they did to him…” Jazz grimaced, “Sentinel, they twisted and played with his CPU. He doesn’t understand what he’s doing or saying. When he found out what happened to the others, how Prowl is the only one still online because Lockdown scooped him up and took off before the other Decepticons had a go at him¯”

“I know…”

“Megatron wanted him solely dependent on him. The games he played…what he did¯”

“I KNOW!” Sentinel shoved Jazz’s arm away, “What makes you think that it makes it any easier?!”

“…Sentinel.” Jazz let the Prime walk a short distance away, whispering softly that Sentinel could barely hear him, “We did rescue him. Just…just be there for him. He needs you now.”

“A slag amount of good I’ll do for him.” Sentinel growled, stomping away from the ninja-bot. “Either way, he’ll never forget what was done to him, or he’ll never forgive me.” He snorts in disgust, “Looks like he was right. I screwed up, and he is suffering for it. This time I’ll be the one who never be allowed to forget every time I look at him.”

Prowl/Optimus Prime
(Stasis Cuffs)
Pairing and theme requested by ishimura

“You and Sentinel…”

Optimus Prime lifts his attention away from the case of stasis cuffs that Ultra Magnus had generously provided before his Elite team left for Cybertron. “Yes?” Optimus nodded for Prowl to continue.

Prowl’s expression was concerning, the ninja-bot stepping into Prime’s quarters. Optics noting the metal case, no doubt Optimus Prime removing it from the main room so that Sari ¯ but especially Bumblebee ¯ would not dare be tempted to fiddle with the cuffs, “Were you always so disapproving with one another?”

Optimus sighed. Depression seeping into his voice, “…no. Once, we were…happy. It still hurts that he insists on reminding me of my failure. I will always remember my role and responsibility, but I can never fully understand why he insists in punishing for what is long gone and dead to either of us. There was a time that I would have given anything for us to retain what we once had. Now…” He shrugs.

“You were lovers.” It was not a question, but stated as a fact.

Optimus bowed his head, coughing as his dermal plates heated in embarrassment, “Yes.” He admits.

The ninja-bot scowls. “I see.”

Optimus Prime blinks in surprise when he is suddenly flat on his back upon the berth. Blinking up at Prowl in surprise, the ninja-bot straddling the larger mech. “Prowl¯”

He gasps, then shudders when the ninja-bot quickly snaps the stasis cuffs on his wrists, arms over his helm, the Prime’s body freezing, trapped under the electric currency emitted by the metal restraints, “Prowl!”

“It is…frustrating.” Prowl levers down until his lips brushes the Prime’s, rocking his hips against Optimus. The Prime whimpering at the warm slide, optics widening when the ninja-bot smoothly pushes between his thighs, “Watching Sentinel watch you, when you were not looking. The jealousy that possessed me is unbecoming. And yet I can’t help but feel that I need to thrown you down across the nearest flat surface and remind you that you are mine.”

Running slim fingers up and down the red and blue chest heaving underneath him, the Prime fervently whispering, “I would never betray the bond we have…”

Prowl presses a kiss against Optimus’ lips, “I know. It’s not you who I don’t trust.”

He rests his head against his mate’s chest, listening to the warm hum of the mech’s spark, “Just…let me love you. Let me feel that warmth and affection again. Let me know that you are still mine and I am still yours.”

Prime does not argue. Instead, sighing in contentment when the ninja-bot stretches up to kiss him again. Lips spreading, sliding his glossa along Prowl’s as the slimmer mech seeks deeper access and closer connection.

Prowl/Wreck-gar
(Silence and Serenity)
Pairing requested by lycohoney

“Prowl!”

The ninja-bot nearly leapt out of his dermal plating at the loud shout. Tumbling out of his lotus position, the mech groaning in despair when rudely interrupted from his meditation.

“Whatcha doin’?” Wreck-gar leaned close, the ninja-bot instinctively leaning backwards trapped by the mech’s arms stretched at both sides, inadvertently trapping the ninja-bot underneath him.

“Meditation.” Prowl offered simply.

“…Why?”

The ninja-bot’s optical ridge twitched. Controlling his voice to try to cover his growing annoyance, “Because I want. Peace. And. Quiet.”

Wreck-gar blinked, contemplating the strange notion. “…Oh.” The curious mech tilted his helm, “But why were you sitting funny?”

Prowl sighed. “It is a position that allows me to better focus on my meditation. Stillness and serenity provide me with the entirety of my attention.”

“…oookay.” Clearly, Wreck-gar thought this notion was very strange. Not fun at all like the loud videogames that Bumblebee would let him play!

“Is that all?” Prowl asked.

“Sure!” Wreck-gar surprises Prowl by spinning them around, until the mech sits with his back against the tall tree taking over Prowl’s quarters. The younger mech smiling brightly with Prowl plopped in a tangle across his lap, bright orange arms encircling the slim ninja-bot.

“Now you can sit and meditate, and I’ll be your focus. Now I can spend time with you. Then we’re both happy!” The mech grins, nuzzling the ninja-bot, hugging him enthusiastically.

Prowl sighed, slow to accept that he would not be able to focus entirely on meditation for the rest of the day. Still, he decided to humor the younger mech, secretly enjoying Wreck-gar’s company, although he would not share that revelation even if Decepticons threatened to physically tear the data out of him.

Turning around slightly within the embrace, he dropped a chaste kiss on Wreck-gar’s cheek, the mech squinting cutely at the sky peck. “Thank you, Wreck-gar,” He squeezed the arms around him, “You’re very thoughtful.” Prowl ducked his head to hide the flush across his face when Wreck-gar beamed proudly.
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