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Title: Tyrant	By : Chaosdreamer Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2402 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Megatron did not anticipate the savage striking fist, knuckles cracking against a steel chin. His grip didn't loosen, but left the Decepticon leader somewhat amazed by the act snapping blow rather than the physical impact.

"Get off!" Optronix shouted, pushing at Megatron's chest with his free hand. "Bastard! You fraggin' bastard! You're their leader! Decepticon!" He spat and cursed, kicking and biting like a feral organic. "Everything about you was a lie! All that time you were hiding behind a mask and playing me like a fool!"

Once more shoved back down, hand encircling his throat and squeezing lightly in warning, "Stop right now," Megatron growled, pinning him like a fly to a wall. "I will only tighten far enough to induce you into emergency stasis."

"Why not simply exterminate me?" Optronix demanded in spite. "Isn't that what Decepticons are good at? Killing innocent civilians?"

He gagged around fingers that dug into the metal cables and sinew of his throat. "Don't push me." The silver mech warned. "I've killed lesser mechs for fewer words."

'And then you spit upon their graves.' Words went unsaid, but Optronix's optics spoke volumes, not disguising his horror and disgust.

Fingers relax, allowing him to swallow and regain a few vent intakes. The same fingers slid up to trace his face, a cruel mockery of a night so long ago. Optics shutter, and he turned his face away from the soft brush of metal.

"I can read the look in your optics." Megatron murmured softly, "Strange, that. You once looked at me in fear. But now, all I can see is revulsion." Thumb traced cheekbone.

"I don't like such a look on your face."

Optronix gasped, suddenly jerked up until only his lower back and legs rested upon the ground. Hands clenched upon his shoulders, holding his face with force that threatened to snap neck cables apart if the grip so much as twisted. Ruby flames filled his optics as they came fully online. "If I am forced to choose, I would rather see fear in your optics rather than disgust!" Megatron swore darkly.

"Let go of me!" Optronix barked, struggling as he was forced onto his feet. "And don't expect anything else from me. I won't lay myself at your feet in complete surrender simply to sooth your ego!"

Megatron forces him to walk backwards, smirking down at the smaller mech's continued struggles. "You're usually such a modest mech. Now you're practically spitting sparks in my face. Where did this fire come from?" He asked.

"Not from you." Optronix cursed. "As far as I'm concerned, you're dead to me. You cease to exist in my memory banks!"

"Are you quite certain of that?" Megatron purred, shoving him further until his back smacked into the large security windows facing towards the downtown center of Faon. "Then let us fill those cast-off memory fragments with another image."

The hands upon Optronix's shoulders spun him around, until the entire line of his back fit against the Decepticon leader's front. Both hands slap against the towering windows to keep his face from leaving a damp imprint on the pane, solid barriers trapping him between smooth glass and an iron frame. One arm snaked around a red and blue trimmed waist, and silver fingers of the other hands snapped over his chin, forcing him to look down upon the streets of Faon. "Take a good look." Megatron whispered the command directly into his audio receptors, brushing antenna. "And imprint this image into your memory banks."

Optronix, neither physically capable of turning his face away, nor easily able to digest the full extent of the deliberate scene playing in front of his optics, stares out in horrified amazement. "F-Faon..." He whispered, red and gold flames lining the edges of blue optics.

Faon was burning.

Live cinders and sheets of twisted metal rain down from crumbling skyscrapers, a rain of glass dotting the streets. Windows burned as bright as imploding stars, highlighted by the uncontrollable flames burning every floor of the office and public buildings surrounding the library.

The explosion of cannons and groaning crumble of buildings were almost mute through the thick panes of the glass, but Optronix sensed the windows tremble as another massive building toppled to its knees, releasing a sea of dust and grit that would blanket over six city blocks.

Three seekers shot between the metal canyons of the buildings, performing barrel rolls to avoid the burning wreckage falling from the heavens. Their cannons fired, tracing concentrated beams of fire across the flanks of the buildings. Civilian mechs screamed in terror and agony, many unable to avoid the rain of death that ripped plugs of lightning through their bodies.

Decepticon ground troops swept the streets and thin corridors dividing buildings, trapping Autobots and civilians alike, cutting through the sea of bodies. Scarce volleys of blaster firepower shot from the Autobot ranks as they fell into uncoordinated retreat, pulling injured comrades from the snapping teeth of the wolves edging the perimeter of their unit.

The seekers dove, coming within touching distance of the Autobots. Soldiers scattered, ducking down to avoid the sharp wings of the Decepticon aerial troopers.

From so far above Optronix could make out several small figures resembling Autobot soldiers waving civilians back, words silent but metal faces twisted, deafened words drowned out by the roar of the seekers and screeching ricochet of the enemy blasters. They jerked their arms fiercely, motioning for the civilians to keep running.

"Look at them scatter." Megatron whispered, grip tightening around his captive, red optics ablaze, entranced by the destructive chaos ripping the city apart at its seams. "This was once a city where the high and mighty deigned to show their presence, staring down their noses at the masses. Now look at them, no better than tiny organics bleating in mindless terror. How the mighty have fallen. Their empire crumbles around them, paving the way for a new order."

"You're willing to sacrifice an entire city, an entire culture, for the sake of your empire?" Optronix shuddered, realizing the extent of the carnage and estimating that almost eighty percent of the city was already under siege, Decepticons filling the streets and buildings like a legion of army ants efficiently scouring the earth in search of supplies and nearby enemy colonies.

"I'll send every city onto its knees. Everything before you, and every star and galaxy painting the sky, shall fall. From the Pit and beyond, nothing will escape. I will rule everything, and everything and everyone will become mine.

"When everything is finally fitted into the palm of my hand, there will be peace and silence. No war, no starvation, no prejudice. It will be absolutely perfect."

"What about the mechs that will be your slaves?" Optronix demanded sharply. "What about the soldiers who will be your prisoners? You say that there will be no war, no starvation, and no prejudice. But there will be unequal classes of mechs. There will be fear, and sorrow. People will be afraid to speak their thoughts and explore their dreams because they will live in terror of a tyrant who holds a leash, choking them with the collar signifying their fate. You and your men will sit and live like kings, and the rest of us will be your stepping stones."

"Treated no differently than we were!" Megatron's hands squeez tight. "They mocked us, staring down at the poor, pathetic dregs of society, the 'worthless' scavengers that they created by their own hands and deeds. The only thing we were good for was holding this planet upon our shoulders, while everyone else lavished in excess while we scrapped the soil for their precious energon."

"And you're punishing them by setting a funeral pyre to their homes and cities." Optronix's forehead pressed against glass, watching as the steady tsunami of battle lust and blood rage sends the Decepticon forces pushing deeper into the city. "What those mechs did was monstrous. And in the end, they created a monster."

"Monster, am I?" Megatron asked, sneer pushed against his blue helm. "Monster, am I?!"

"AHh!" Optronix was spun around, thrown against the opposite wall. Megatron pushed forward, shoving the bulk of his thighs and torso between Optronix's legs, spreading them wide. "So what are you, then, my friend?" He growled, hands slapping down beside the mech's helm, caging him in. Optronix's hands wrapped around those wrists, using the angle to lean back as Megatron pushed their faces together. "I would rather be revered as a god than to exist as a mere cog within the machine of a useless civilization that does not value the masses that slave to accomplish their every whim and fleeting interest."

Optronix's lips push together, drawing thin, refusing to answer verbally while his optics burned hot with fear and contempt.

"You managed to drag yourself out of the docks, but for what? To bow your head submissively and serve the State?" Megatron hissed, biting every syllable. "Did slogging through the oil and dirt stain that smooth exterior? Working with the lowly mechs proved too much, too stifling. Primus help you to allow such a fine, upstanding citizen be seen with such filthy workers."

His temper sparked. "Frag off!" Optronix spat, hands releasing and snapping against the Decepticon leader's chest. "Don't lump me together with the people who defiled and condemned you! My only mistake was that I was such a fool to trust, to believe in you!

"I didn't see the miner, I saw the mech. That was the mech I knew and admired, the one who held my respect and my gratitude."

"Enough!" Megatron pulled him forward, only to shove him backwards, brutally cracking his back and helm against the wall, "Enough waxing poetry and bemoaning your sorrow."

Optronix's vents caught, body locking tight as Megatron's right arm moved, pressing the open barrel of the black cannon towards his helm. Optics lay wide open, assessing the weapon from the corner of his optics. The barrel stared him down, black and silent as the Pits.

"Brave words, my friend," Megatron congratulated, "But in the end, not even you can delude yourself from the truth, that I am the master of your fate." He intentionally tapped the smooth edge of the barrel against Optronix's temple, drawing an involuntary flinch as metal pinged. "We both know that all I would have to do is pull the trigger. And then...Nothing." The Decepticon leader exaggerated, lips twisting as Optronix's anxious gaze met his.

"I wouldn't expect anything else from you." He whispered. "So stop persisting in eliciting every ounce of fear and terror, and just end this." He begs. "If you have a sliver of mercy inside that shell of yours, you'll stop this right now."

"Hmmmmm..." Megatron pondered, scornfully mimicking deep, thoughtful contemplation. His left hand rubbed his chin, mocking the seriousness of Optronix's plea. "What to do, what to do. Decisions, decisions."

With both of his attacker's arms removed from the wall, Optronix hesitated, unsure whether to seize the chance to make a break and run for the safety of the stairway...but uncertain whether he would make it halfway before Megatron intercepted his flight for freedom.

"All right. I've decided." Megatron announced, smacking a fist against the palm of his other hand. "You persist in repeating how all mechs are to become slaves and how you yourself are willing to bow your head and serve the state..." Red optics pierced blue, delivering his verdict.

"Well, then, if you are destined to wear and bear those heavy shackles, then I have no choice but to take those chains and lead you, just as any good master should."

Silence reigned, clutching at Optronix with jagged claws, pulling him down until his knees fell weak.

'What...' Horror instilled. 'No...No!'

"No!" Optronix put forth all his effort, shoving with both arms. "Not to the likes of you!"

The motion of pushing the Decepticon away left his escape unbarred micro millimeters further. He squeezed free, making a haphazard run towards the stairway. With every astrosecond, he drew even closer, the exit so far, so teasingly beyond his reach. 'Please, just a bit further. I'm so close!' He prayed for Primus to deliver sanctuary, to provide a safe haven away from the Pit-spawned demon at his back.

Mercy went undelivered; judged, weighed, and destined to fail.

Not even Primus could save him.

He screamed in fury, howled in agony as arms looped around his waist, coiling tight. Lifting off his feet, the sudden halt threw him in the opposite direction of the stairway door. He beat at the silver arms, claws at the dermal layers of metal. "Damn you! To the Pit and back!" Optronix cursed, kicking wildly.

Megatron twisted around, and threw Optronix away, further from the door. Hitting the ground, the mech gasped in pain as his shoulder met the floor. A gear snapped and the entire limb hang limp, dead weight, and spreading numbness across his pain receptors signaling that his shoulder had been dislocated. "Aa-Ahhhh.." He moaned, curling into a fetal position, tucking the injured limb to his chest.

'Surprise' did not apply enough meaning for what he experienced next.

The sudden concentrated impact of a metal foot snapping into the center of his lower spine.

Pain tore into his spine. A scream of agony escaped, the blow neatly severing connected nerves running up and down the metal connection. Like the dislocated arm, his lower limbs fell slack, instantly disconnected.

Optronix lay splayed across the floor, a broken metal doll. He shivered, caught by the adrenaline, pain, and terror suffocating his vocal processor. 'My...my legs...' A moan of horror, 'I can't move or feel them.'

"You shouldn't have done that." Megatron admonished, crouching down beside the broken mech. "Did you honestly believe that you would escape? If not from me, then what about my soldiers who have the entire city overrun?"

He laid a hand over the blue helm. Optronix trembled, anticipating another blow that, thankfully, did not fall.

"It was your own fault." Megatron insists coldly. "It wouldn't have been necessary if you would simply learn to stop resisting." He brushed away several trembling beads of cleaning fluids trickling from blue optic lens. "Pain is a cruel teacher." Rising to stand, looming above the damaged mech.

Optronix leaned over, the majority of his weight upon his single working limb. His vents worked rapidly, lips lax as he sucked in deep draughts of intake, trying to focus his pain receptors away from the last lingering shivers that the sparking connections along his spine released, attempting to reconnect with both legs.

Megatron's foot hooked underneath Optronix's hip, easily nudging him until he flopped over onto his back, numb arm stretched above his helm, legs splayed wide. "What a picture you would make." The Decepticon leader purred, pressing further, placing his foot into the smooth juncture connecting Optronix's groin and thigh.

The archivist whimpers, remotely able to sense the brush or pressure, but the sight alone of the Decepticon standing above, foot dangerously close to his plug and port left him wishing that he could curl away from the touch.

Megatron hummed in thought, but did not deign to reveal his contemplation to the smaller mech. Rather he arched his right wrist, rotating the forearm partway. A loud snap and the black cannon came free from the mounting, crashing hard upon the floor, rolling away from the two mechs.

"What are you doing?" Optronix asked, whisper soft.

"Making use of the situation," Megatron finally supplied. Optronix observed in distant confusion as the Decepticon shifted his foot, but only to crouch down and rest between his legs. Megatron cupped his hands beneath Optronix's knees, lifting the limbs until they cradled the Decepticon's waist. "Wait..." Optronix demanded. "What are you doing?" He repeated again.

Megatron grinned ferally, lifting Optronix's leg further, fangs brushing the edge of the sensitive dermal plate. "Take a guess."

Optronix's chest rose and fell sporadically, vents erratic. Megatron crowds forward, pressing chassis to chassis. "But, first..." Megatron's hands felt along the dislocated shoulder. Finding the right angle, with quick efficient force he snapped the rotor back into line. Optronix cried out weakly as the limb reconnected, sensation flooding his arm, tingling a dozen times more sharply than when he had ever fallen into heavy recharge while relaxing upon the limb only to wake up with the energon circulation cut off.

"Don't look so surprised." Megatron slid his hands free. "I would rather have both limbs activated so that you can wrap your arms around me. Pity I won't do the same for your legs, but you're too much of a runner to risk that."

A rich flush of energon painted his facial plating, Optronix catching the lewd meaning. "You wouldn't..." Optronix gulped. "A war wages outside these walls and this is what you decide to focus your attention on?"
"The war is already won, Optronix." Megatron slid a hand down his chassis, leaning forward to run glossa along the metal ridges. Optronix shuddered under the wet heat. "I am merely taking luxury in enjoying my prize."

"Nnnn..." Optronix squeezed optics tight, hands trembling and falling to rest on broad silver shoulders.

Megatron's hand slid lower, and he pushed the tip of his glossa deep into an indentation upon the rightmost edge of Optronix's metal breastplate. "Ahh!" Optronix's gasp pitched high, fingers digging into silver skin. His chin tucks down to touch his chest, body curling inward instinctively. "Don't do that."

"Why?" Megatron asked, peering up at Optronix over the perimeter of his chest. "Doesn't your pretty little femme make you cry out like this?"

Optronix bit his lip, not desiring to rise towards the mech's baiting, turning optics to face the wall.

Megatron grinned, rubies flashing. "Ahhhhhhhhh." He whispered, understanding. "She's never touched you in this way." He said, triumphant.

"It's still too soon for such things." Optronix whispered, defending his lover. "Neither of us is experienced or confident, because our relationship is still too young. We decided to wait."

"All the better for me," Megatron ordained. Glossa flicked lightly, dancing like a cobra, damping the broad line of a single rib.

"Please, don't..." Optronix curled in upon himself, position tucking him forward until his face was buried into Megatron's collarbone. "Stop..." His hands scrabbled for purchase.

"You don't need to beg." Megatron purred. "I have no plans to stop."

"That's not what I meant--" Succeeding in distracting the archivist long enough, Megatron's hand pushed between his thighs, locating the interlocked gates guarding the mech's port. "No..." Optronix shuddered, thighs trembling as fingers tested the strength of the locks.

"Unbroken, I see." Megatron noted in surprise. "Just as you were the last time I touched you here." He stroked forefinger and middle finger along the metal skin, feeling the plates throb under his touch, responding towards the pressure teasing the gated path.

Optronix gnawed his bottom lip between his teeth, shuddering with each brush.

"And how sensitive..." Megatron said in delight. "I would bet a year's supply of high-grade that your port and your plug are unexplored. You and your femme wouldn't have lasted a breem together!"

"Don't speak of her like that."

"I'll speak about that piece of slag anyway I want." Megatron growled, applying more pressure. His other hand cupped the curve of the archivist's aft, forcing him to arch against the invaders pushing against his port's gates. "Why should I have anything but contempt for the mech who wouldn't appreciate this?"

Between another forced arch of hips and thighs, Megatron's fingers broke the gates' connection.

Optronix's head falls back, mouth opening wide in a silent scream as fingers delve into his port.

Megatron growls against his neck, fingers crooking pulling him forward to rock against the Decepticon's groin. Lubricants teased fingers and hand, port instinctively reacting to the pressure and weight stroking its inner walls.

"Ooooohhh.." Optronix moaned weakly. In a daze of pleasure and pain, he peered down between the spaces of their bodies, helpless to watch his body impaling itself upon the Decepticon's hand.

His forehead fell against Megatron's, but only for a moment. Noticing their proximity, Megatron dove forward and captured his lips, invading Optronix's mouth with eager glossa and sharp fangs. Ruby and sapphire overshadowed another, a haze of burning fire and smoking dry ice settling over their faces as optics flared at maximum capacity.

It was a long moment before Megatron releases him. Optronix gulped air, face tinged further from lack of fresh ventilation. "Breathe." Megatron admonished.

"I can't hel-haaaa!" Fingers stroked, right there. "I can't help it." He whimpered. "You were suffocating me."

Low chuckle, "It's called a kiss." The Decepticon provided. "Did you expect anything else?"

Optronix's flush could not burn brighter. Embarrassed, he did not have the Spark to attempt to explain that kisses shared with Ariel were nothing like Megatron's. Optronix could recall on one hand the number of times his and Ariel's glossa had intertwined accidentally during a kiss. Most of those kisses were fleeting, gentle brushes of lips, mechs more focused on enjoying each other's close proximity rather than delving into carnal pleasures.

Megatron appeared quite capable of reading the mech's mind. "You really are unbroken." He grinned, squeezing Optronix's aft until the pressure drew another shaky gasp, and rocks their groins together, hard. The smaller mech's eyes roll back, regaining his breath, but the immense strained pleasure and overheating body. "Don't offline on me. I want you online to watch the finale." The Decepticon commands.

Two wet fingers slip free from Optronix's port, palm lightly coated with the warm lubricants. Deciding that Optronix's body is stretched, prepped enough for his liking, the hand slipped to his own groin.

His plug shot out of its compartment, eager and ready, impatiently waiting until Megatron finally allowed the compartment plates to slide aside.

Optronix nearly leapt out of his metal skin at the large snap of Megatron's plug popping free. He understood the basic faculties and reactions mechs experienced prior and during interfacing, but having never been an experienced participant, the course of the hurried mishandling provide him little time to keep up or adequately process. "Wait." Megatron fitted his paralyzed legs into a more accessible position, folding the limbs until they sat naturally around the Decepticon's waist. "Isn't this rushing things a bit?!" He asked, desperate to stop the mech or make him pause for one moment.

"Stop wriggling about." Megatron wrapped a hand around his plug, fingers acting as a guide, "If you struggle too hard, this will only hurt us both."

Why wouldn’t the mech understand? Optronix squeezed small metal plates around optic glass together until the lenses nearly shut. He had been saving himself, panels unbroken, wanting to be with the right mech at the right time to experience such a momentous occasion when partners interfaced for the very first time...And Megatron...if Megatron did not stop, all of his hopes and wishes would have been for nothing.

His port quivered around the tip of the plug, slowly penetrating the furnace-hot well. Megatron shoved forward, and Optronix wrapped his arms around his neck, back hitting the floor with the Decepticon blanketing the red and blue form.

Achieving the right angle, Megatron slipped his hands upwards to brace Optronix's shoulders, pulling mechanical bodies together and tight, face twisted in a grimace. One sharp, hard thrust and his plug delved deeper. The mech snarled, shuddering around the heat encasing his plug, clenching snug around him.

Optronix cried out, arms pulling hard until metal creaked in warning. Electricity sparked along limbs, elicited by the sharp friction. Lava heat erupted beneath his plug compartment, port forcefully penetrated by the invader. A fraction of Megatron's plug was visible, the silver mech's broad chest heaving as vents worked overtime, the almost complete penetration holding his focus.

"Easy." Megatron pushed his temple against Optronix's, "The hard part is over."

Optronix refused to meet those menacing red optics, face warped by pain and anguish. "It wasn't meant for you." He bit past the agony.

"Then who?" Megatron demanded. Optronix whimpers, body rocking as the Decepticon breached the miniscule space left between them, plug finally pushed as far as it could physically delve. "Your pretty femme? Or another lucky mech, perhaps."

"It doesn't matter." Optronix cut in.

"It does." His hands squeezed, holding him further prisoner. "If you think I will allow any other mech to dare to mimic where I lay, then you are a fool. I'll gut any mech who dares such an attempt."

"I'm not yours to own." Optronix refuses to comply.

"Cease blinding your optics, Optronix." Megatron pushed forward, faces millimeters apart. "This is my city, my world, My Order! Within the old regime, you were a civilian. In this world now, you are my prize. And do not dare to think you have any say in the matter!"

"You're mad." Optronix whispered shortly.

"Mad by conviction. I merely kept my word, sweet mech." Megatron smiled darkly, "I warned you, didn't I? I took no shame in cautioning you should I ever find you again. I planned to seize everything with one clean tactical move, a single precise thrust—"

Exemplifying his words, the Decepticon's hips rotate.

"Haaaa!" Optronix‘s shoved back minutely from the force, fingers delving into round shoulder plates.

"And I will capture everyone and everything on this planet for my own!" The Decepticon leader promised savagely.

'Spoken like any good tyrant.' Optronix groaned softly, crying with each hard thrust. He buries his forehead against Megatron's chest, silver chin pushing down upon blue helm. "Just get it over with." Optronix hisses, chrome lips pressed to silver.

The Decepticon growled low, meeting the mech's words in challenge. "As you wish," The tempo escalated. Optronix barely given time for single intake of air before another thrust stole his breath. "NNnn—" He could not stand his body's eager betrayal, arching with every thrill of pleasure and fire. Port and thighs grew damper, slick from lubricants forced out each time Megatron moved deeper. Optronix felt as if he was being ruined, metal skin tainted with the Decepticon's every touch.

Megatron's neck stretched taut, metal veins pounding hard to pump energon further throughout his large frame. The wet heat and shivering flesh pushed him further, inciting the mech to pound harder. Rolling motion of his thrusts forced Optronix's legs wider, and the Decepticon purred, realizing that the spreading limbs allowed his plug to brush at different angles, drawing sharper cries from his partner.

Optronix tilts his head away to avoid their lips brushing, but Megatron merely indulged in nipping the corded metal of the mech's angled throat. Energon pumped beneath the dermal layer, teasing the Decepticon with a small taste when he bit deeper, violet droplets dabbing his lips as fangs sliced metal flesh.

The archivist turned optics away from the sight of his fluid painting the mech's lips, beads of energon slipping down his own, biting into the flesh of his bottom lip to remain as silent as possible.

"I can see the thoughts painted across your face." Megatron whispered into his antenna. "You can't help but hate and yet love this, all at the same time."

Optronix's optics brightened minutely. "Don't give yourself so much credit, Decepticon." He interjects.

"Hard not to, when I have you arching beneath me, captured by my every fleeting touch," Megatron ran the edge of his glossa along the blue sheen of Optronix's antenna. "Your words do not match the language of your body."

Optronix was far too distracted to answer coherently, panting sharply around a creeping wave of heat and static settling in a molten ball deep within his Spark and lower abdomen.

Megatron appears caught in the sharp jaws as well, metal denta creaking, clenching forcefully together. Red optics squeeze into thin slivers, ruby miasma spilling from snake-slit corneas. His hips moved sporadic, and the mechs' breaths misted together, Optronix's neck arced back helplessly, consumed alive by the fierce inferno raging inside.

The Decepticon, realizing sooner than the archivist does, dove forward, welding their mouths together. Not an astrosecond later, Optronix arched sharply, voice efficiently muffled but repeatedly crying out when he breaches a previously unmapped invisible threshold. He rocks steadily, a puppet tied by gossamer strings, dancing under the hands of pleasure ascending mercilessly.

Port tightening convulsively around his plug, Megatron's head flew back, letting loose a powerful roar that shook the hall. Reaching climax, electric pulses fired, plug acting as the conduit. Shoulders and back rippled, folding over Optronix, a momentary prisoner while his plug and form moved helplessly in the throes of intense gratification.

The electric pulses shoot upward, running straight through his Spark. Warning bars flashed across Optronix's optical screens, signaling that his systems, disorientated and alarmed, were running emergency coolants through his inner vitals in hopes to stifle the overheating mechanics. In a daze, he accessed an old file in his memory banks, a younger Optronix overhearing older mechs talking lewdly about interfacing for the first time, and how young mechs would sometimes overheat during their first 'tumble'. Such an event was a notch of pride for certain mechs, who took great pleasure in partners losing control over their faculties.

Optronix prays to Primus, if those mechs' talk was indeed factual, that it would prove to be a one-time event.

He would do everything within his capabilities to ensure that. Including any means to prevent interfacing with the larger mech again.

Their vents ran loud, expelling and pulling in deep draughts of air. Optronix can not find the strength to lift his helm off from the floor.

Suddenly a comm link beeps, and the mechs startle. "LORD MEGATRON. MEGATRON, SIR."

Megatron snarled in impatience, propping his weight upon one arm, other hand rising and pressing against his temple. He lightly pressed upon a small indistinct strip of metal, activating the private communication line. "What is it?" He demanded sharply. "This better be important." The warning was clear, the mech's life forfeit if his calls were proven as a waste of the Decepticon's time.

"S-SIR! FAON HAS FALLEN! THE REMAINING AUTOBOTS HAVE SIGNALED A RETREAT. THE CITY IS OURS—THE CITY IS YOURS, LORD MEGATRON!"

"And did you bother to attain prisoners as I commanded, or did you scrap every single mech that stumbled across your path?"

"WE HAVE A NUMBER OF PRISONERS, AND ARE LOADING AND SHIPPING THEM BACK TO BASE AT THIS VERY MOMENT." The speaker across the comm link is quick to provide updated information, eager to remain on his leader's good side. "SHOCKWAVE AND SOUNDWAVE CAPTURED A SMALL GROUP OF PRISONERS, ALL ASSOCIATED WITH THE AUTOBOT FORCES. STARSCREAM, AS WELL. HIS WING MATES, THUNDERCRACKER AND SKYWARP, ACQUIRED A CIVILIAN SCIENTIST. ALSO, A LARGE PORTION OF THE TROOPS ROUNDED UP ANY CIVILIANS WHO WERE UNABLE TO ESCAPE BEYOND THE BLOCKADE."

"I am glad to hear that not all of my soldiers are complete incompetents." Optronix listens intently, worried for the prisoners, and fearing that a few were in fact very dear friends of his, unsuccessful and powerless to escape the tide of Decepticon shock troopers. "Inform Shockwave, Soundwave, Starscream, and his wing mates, that the prisoners are their responsibility, and that they may do with as they see fit once I have personally inspected the prisoners to determine their value.

"Inform the shock troopers to hold the blockade, and assign the Special Forces units to continue patrols within the city. I want this city completely dismantled and made ready for Decepticon occupation in less than a week. All injured mechs are to return to base, as well as units two, three, five, seven, eight, and nine. Units one, four, six, eleven, thirteen, and fifteen will take over positions immediately."

"AS YOU COMMAND, LORD MEGATRON."

"End communication." The line clicked, falling silent as the mech severed the connection. "Now...As for you." Megatron said, not forgetting about his prone companion.

Optronix stiffened as a hand slid over, fingers probing the slim seams of metal plates and smooth cables of his neck. "Haven't you had adequate gratification?" He asks, gritting denta against the probing caress.

Megatron scoffed. "Hardly." The Decepticon replied. "However, I can't have you causing a scene during transport back to base."

Before Optronix can form a coherent reply, let alone force his body to attempt to struggle within his captor's arms, Megatron snapped the hand down, fingers applying the correct concentration and force into the necessary nerve cluster within the stretched neck.

Optronix's optics fire, burning bright, signal feedback from the blow struck his processors and mainframe. Static rose in a wave, and warnings rattled across his screen, but all quickly sank down into the maw of a roaring cyclone, the black hole pulling warning bars and optic screens down into darkness.

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