What Tomorrow Holds | By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 1544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Rating will be raised to M from this chapter on. Only for safety and because there will be gore, violence and adult themes in there from now on.
What Tomorrow Holds
Part 1: Escalation
Chapter 2: A few answers at last
It had taken two months to extract all the information possible from Mirage.
As suspected, he was indeed part of the terrorist organization that was turning Cybertron into a war zone yet again for half a vorn now. But he wasn’t really up into the organization, sadly, and what he really knew was much less than expected. Optimus Prime himself had insisted in leading the interrogation from the first month, because, as he argued wisely, Mirage was one of his most trusted soldier back in the war. And so, he trusted him much more than any of the other interrogators the Security Department could assign to his case. The ex-Autobot leader and actual co-ruler of Cybertron did a very thorough job, acquiring much more information in a month then in the five months that had followed afterward.
Being a pacifist and despising all form of torture, Optimus had used a more psychological approach to make the blue and with spy into speaking. He had promised him a fair trial and a lesser condemnation if he was to cooperate. That made the trick, because Soundwave, for his part, had been a bit harsh has he had first questioned the mech. Using threat was sometime useful but it had only made things worst, at first, making the mech closed up even more. Megatron had also wanted to dig his claws in the case, and he had witness a lot of the interrogation sessions. He was a ahrd supporter of the “tough way” of interrogating, and he thought, at first, than Optimus soft-sparked approach wasn,t going to work.
Well, suffice to say than he was proven wrong. It worked perfectly, even if the Lord Protector winced a little when Optimus promised some amount of fairness to the ex-Autobot. He would have preferred if the mech was tried and executed as soon as possible… All the death he had caused in the Central Iacon Station deserved at last that. The final count had been sent a month after the attack: two hundred and sixty-seven death and more than four hundred wounded.
But he let Optimus have his way… And it proved fruitful.
What Mirage really knew could be resumed in a disappointingly small datapad. What he had told them, they would have discovered it sooner or later anyway, but, as they say, the sooner the better… After a fair amouth of days of stubborn silence, the first thing Prime had managed to get from the ex-Autobot spy was the location of one of the active cell of the organization. Unsurprisingly, that one was situated on Kaon, near the ancient Decepticon Headquarter, Darkmount, and the name of the local cell leader, a mech named Firebringer. If he knew that name, it was only because it was the mech he answered to directly into the organization’s chain of command. Beside that, he didn’t know any other names. They worked in solo much of the time and when they team up it was for bigger attacks, like the one at the Central Iacon.
But the most important was that he knew that they were planning another attack shortly. On Earth, that time, at the Cybertronian Embassy, to be accurate. How and why he knew that was a mystery and maybe it was some kind of a trap, but nonetheless, a raid on the Kaon cell was planned by Prowl and Soundwave. In the meantime, until that bit of information was proven accurate, Mirage was held in the Prison facility of Central Cybertron Security, under a high security guard. His abilities and mastery of the escape artist field was well known, and they wouldn’t want to lose their only source of information because he managed to escape.
The attack was a success. They had captured the cell leader and a couple more terrorists, and they wouldn’t deplore any casualties on their side or the opposite. A job well done. Firebringer proved hard to pin down, though, and he managed to wound some of the Security team before being restrained by a pair of big and strong Security mechs, and contained at last. The mech was a huge red and yellow tank transformer, looking badass and deadly. The lots of them, 10 in total, were thrown in the CSD (Cybertron Security Department) prison facility in Iacon, the same as Mirage.
In the next four months, the interrogator’s efforts were thrown solely on Firebringer, the most graded mech they had captured. If someone knew something of importance, it was to be him. But the mech was resilient and stubborn, as much as though, and he wouldn’t break for anything, was it persuasion, threat or even more “rough” means. Optimus protested to his brother when they put up that kind of treatments, but the silver Lord assured him than it was necessary, and to let him handle that one. He couldn’t bring him to speak like he had done with Mirage because that mech had never been an Autobot. He was a Decepticon during the war, and violence was apparently the only thing he understands.
But as for now, they had gained nothing from him. Now, four months later, the Security Director and the Lord Protector, was starting to get very annoyed. Soundwave was about to bring the ultimate means he have on his disposal to extract the knowledge of that mech. Ne mercy would be shown, for he had orchestrated the deathly attack on Iacon Central five months earlier.
Once he talked, the mech was to be executed. Exemples must be made to convince the potential new recruits of the pro-war terrorists than it was a bad idea to join.
No mercy would be held indeed…
oOo
Starscream was resting on the berth he shared with Megatron. He was almost in terms with his pregnancy, now, and this one hadn’t been easy, like the triplets had been. He tried to find a comfortable position, but his uncharacteristically large abdomen was preventing him to do so. He sighs and lifts a hand to let it rest on top of his swollen belly, tired and worn out by that pregnancy. It wasn’t uncommon for Seekers, knowing that they were small and slim compared to the average Transformer, to have hard time when carrying. But that sparkling was big, much bigger than the triplets had been at birth. He had known than the unborn sparkling would be a Femme and a flyer at two months, but she definitely wasn’t going to be a Seeker like her mother-creator, nor a gunformer like her father-creator.
She was more like a shuttle-shaped little sparkling, had said Ratchet. She may grow the size of Skyfire when she matured as an adult Femme, he had said, seeing the scans. And she was going to be a BIG sparkling when the time of birth will come. And that’s why he had been ordered to bed rest and minimal activities since the fourth month in pregnancy. And THAT was driving him more than a little crazy… But yet again, he had never grown that big when carrying the triplets either… So he complied, more and more pained and tired by the extra weight he was carrying around.
But that wasn’t the worst of it… At two months ahead, he had almost lost the sparkling by miscarrying. Some unexpected complications had occurred and it had taken a miracle from Primus to allow him to keep the unborn. And the experted hands of Ratchet, of course. He bit his lower lip compinent almos to bleed as he continue to caress his distended abdomen possessively. That experience had been the worst he had ever had since the end of the war. He remembered what had happened that night…
**Flashback**
Starscream awoken with a start and sat up with a dreaded chill. Something wasn’t right. He breathed heavily as a sharp pain stab his abdomen, on the exact spot where the growing sparkling would be. He stiffens as the pain continued for a klick or two, before subsiding.
Sighing, he landed a hand on his belly, feeling the bump that had started to show by now, at two months along in pregnancy. But as he caressed lower, he felt something warm and wet on his digits. Like energon or oil… A little panicked, he turned on the light, and saw that his legs and lower abdomen were covered in energon and oil, from his port apparently, as it was leaking from his closed crotch plate. Now really panicked, as a new wave of pain stabs him, Starscream shook his bond mate frenetically, shouting and starting to cry a little. Tears were leakings from the corner of his optics.
“Megatron! Please, wake up! WAKE UP! Something’s terribly wrong with the sparkling!”
“Huh…? Wha…?” Started the silver Lord as he awoken and sat up with a startled yelp. And then he saw the energon covering his mate and he understood. “Ho primus! Don’t panic, Starscream, I’ll take you to the medical Center ASAP!”
And he does. Not even half a cycle later, Starscream was rushed into the Medical Center in the arms of his mate, and was put down in a berth almost immediately when the medics saw him all covered in energon blood and oil. The Seeker was moaning and crying in fear and pain, confused by what was happening to him. Grabbing the medic’s arm a little roughly in his aste, Megatron shouted in his face.
“Get ratchet here IMMEDIATELY! He’s the one monitoring Starscream Pregnancy! He will know what’s wrong!”
“Yes Sir! Right now, Sir!”
The young medic asked a nurse to call for Ratchet and have him got here ASAP. The toung Fembot nodded and ran of, as the medic took care of the panicked and whimpering jet. He had at least to stop the energon blood and oil leak to prevent the jet to weakens for lack of energon. He looked worried as he was fondling into the port with steadiness and quickness, and that worried Megatron even more. What in the PIT was happening to his mate and sparkling?!? But fortunately, he stopped the leak just a klick before Ratchet got there. The grumpy megic took over, dismissing the younger bit harshly.
“They told me Screamer have an energon and oil leak from his port, and stabbing pain from the inside of his gestation chamber. Is it right?”
Right to the point as ever. Megatron nodded, too stressed and nervous himself to speak clearly. Starscream whimpered and trashed again as a new wave of pain stabs him and he grabbed the closest arm he founds, who happens to be Ratchet’s. The medic smiled gently and reassuringly, putting a hand on his patient arm.
“It’ll be alright, Starscream. I’ll fix you in no time. That’s not as worst as it appears.”
And with that, he literally pushed Megatron out of the room to be able to work in peace. The silver giant started to pace the waiting room restlessly, constantly shouting glances to the closed door of the examination room. It was only five cycles later than Ratchet reappears, looking tired but relieved. Megatron sighed at that sight, it meant than Starscream was out of danger. He only hoped the same could be said for the sparkling.
“So? How’s Starscream? Is the sparkling alright?”
“Yes, Starscream is out of danger and in recharge right now. But there is something I have to say to you, Megatron.” He sighed and stayed silent for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts. Megatron looked like he was about to blow a circuit so he said, serious and stern. “Starscream had almost lost the sparkling. He had what I could describe as a early delivery sequence, and that may had leaded to the sparkling miscarriage if not taken in time. But I managed to shut down the delivery sequence and resealed the gestation chamber, so he would not loose the infant. But there is a side effect…” What he said next was to imprint in the Lord’s mind forever, like branded with fire. “After he deliver this little one, he would not carry another sparkling again, ever. It will kill them both if he does. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
For the longest time, Megatron doesn’t say a thing, dumbstruck. Starscream would be… sterile? Is that it? He had held his intakes and released a deep, hurtful breath. If it was hurthing HIM so much, than what Starscream’ll say when he learned that? Megatron felt like his insides had been ripped of and twisted painfully, and he felt like he was about to purge his tanks. That was terrible news…
“I… Yes I understand. Thank you Ratchet, you saved their lives. And for that I’m grateful. I… just hope they’re be another way for Starscream. He’ll take that news very badly…”
“I can give you an advice, if you’ll take it, my Lord.”
“Go ahead…”
“Wait until the sparkling is born before telling this to him. Too much stress can make him lost the sparkling. Wait after the delivery. It’ll be the last pregnancy he ever had, so at least, better make it a wonderful one, huh?”
After that, Megatron nodded and then he entered the room Starscream was resting in, looking peaceful and angelic in recharge. An energon feed was still plugged to his right arm and he was covered by a thermal blanket. Megatron sat down and caressed a soft, dark cheek lightly, careful not to wake him up. He leaned closer and kissed his forehead lovingly as he put his other hand on his slightly swollen belly.
“Megatron…” A weak and almost whispering voice said suddenly, startling him slightly.
“Yes, I’m here my love. Right here… You can go back into recharge.”
“Did…” He started and tears were starting to pour down his cheeks again. “Did I lose the sparkling?”
Megatron smiled softly and kissed him gently on the lips, soothing his fears and trying to make him feel better.
“No, you haven’t lost her. She’s still here, and she will stay here, my beautiful star. Now rest, you need it.”
**End Flashback**
After that, he had been put on a strict bed rest, for his sake and the sparkling’s. He had never learned about the fact he couldn’t carry anymore until now, and it was good like that. What he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him, right? And Megatron had never let him suspect than he was hiding something from him.
The slow and steady caress he was applying to his belly for a couple of klicks had started to send shivers of arousal through his body, and he moans lowly, feeling very good. He was alone today, apart from the servants, and the slightest touch made him horny as hell. It was one of the only good side effects of pregnancy, in fact. Almost every night, even in the last month, he had shared good and hot interface session with his bondmate, and even at times, he had self-serviced himself with shameless abandon.
Like he was going to do right now.
The caress on his abdomen and sides had slowly made their way to the red crotch, stroking it sensually and teasingly, sending delicious shivers through his frame as his body heated quickly. A slow movement of the sparkling inside made him even more aroused as it brushed the inside of his abdomen as he was caressing the outside. His other hand fondled seams and cracks near his crotch and he breaths heavily, arching in the wonderful feelings. His cable was growing into his restraint space beneath the crotch and he felt lubricant starting to pour out his port, tickling the inside of his tights. Slowly, voluntarily teasingly, he unclasps the crotch plate and set it aside, letting his swollen cable and wet port out to be played with.
One hand reached for his port as the other stroked the length of his cable expertly, making it reach his full size quickly. He slid a finger into his dripping port and fondles the oversensitive wires and circuits boards inside; making little sparkles of electricity flew through the air around his cable and port. Arching, he moaned louder, gasping for air as he was trying to cool his systems. His right hand closed around his swollen, throbbing length and played with the tip for a moment, and he felt a tickle of lubricant spill from the tip, moist his fingers. His left hand was still occupied with his port, and he slides a second, and then a third digit inside, thrusting deeper and harder in the process. Behind his closed optics, he played some of his favourites interfacing scenes with Megatron to increase his arousal and pleasure, licking his lips sensuously looking beautiful in bliss.
He never heard the door to the room opens and then closed quickly…
oOo
Megatron was coming back earlier, because he was worried about Starscream. He was only a week from delivery, now, and he wanted to be there when it happens, if it happens earlier. He had yet again spent the day trying to bring the irritating, stubborn Firebringer to talk. Tomorrow, Soundwave’ll try to probe into his mind to extract the informations the needed. Thus was starting to be ridiculous! The mech must have a breaking point, everybody does!
Well, tomorrow, he will be forced to break at last. Soundwave’ll make sure of that.
He was lost in his thought as he reached the room he shares with his bondmate, and then, he stopped for a moment. He had heard a loud moan from the other side of the door! Was Starscream going into labor so soon? He was about to rush in when he heard an unmistakable sound: a pleasurable little cry.
*Ho…* Thought Megatron shyly. *He’s at it again… Well… I can as well join in, can I?*
And he opens and then closed the door quickly. The triplets may not be there for now, because they were to their uncle place until the new arrival was born, but he didn’t wanted a servant to catch them at it either! The sight that greeted him on the other side of the door made him heat and aroused instantaneously.
Resting on his back, his upper body lifted by a pile of cushions, Starscream was flushed and flustered, breathing heavily and moaning wonderfully. He had his right had draped around his swollen and throbbing cable, and was playing with the tip sensually, as his other hand was half buried into his dripping port and thrusting hard and deep, making more lubricant spill out with each thrusts. He had four digits inside his port, making it outstretches in a much appealing and arousing manner. It was like a warm, wet and cozy cave wanting only to be explored…
Not resisting the temptation anymore, Megatron came closer and eases down on the berth next to his mate. Starscream didn’t notices him just yet, lost in his own fantasies. Until Megatron captures his heated, wet lips with his own and slide his glossa into his mouth to explore it. He onlined his optics with a start, stopping in his movements to face his lover and mate, looking a little flustered.
“Meg… Megatron?...”
“Yes, my beautiful star… Please, don’t stop, you’re so wonderful to witness in bliss…”
Blushing madly, Starscream complied nonetheless, resuming his digits thrusting into him and he started pumping his length in sync with the thrusts, arching and moaning loudly as he did. Slowly, Megatron slid a hand to rest it on top of his mate’s swollen abdomen and strokes it lightly, finding all the sensitive spots and using them. He made his way to the throbbing cable and put his own hand on top of Starscream’s, replacing him in pumping and striking the wet and oversensitive tip. His other hand was unclasping his own crotch plate and setting it aside, releasing an already fully erect cable, the now free hand of the Seeker wrapped around it shyly, almost asking permission, and a heated kiss give it to him. He played with the swollen tip until a little lubricant spilled out, and then started a teasing, slow pumping motion. His other hand was quickly replaced by Megatron’s and he slid three of his larger digits inside the outstretched and slick port. After a while, he could slide a fourth and stretch it even further, eliciting a loud whimper and a cry of pure pleasure from the Seeker. Starscream reached his lover’s wet port and eased two digits inside, thrusting slow and deep. Megatron groaned in pleasure and hugged his mate closely, still pleasuring him as he felt a third and a fourth digit slid in his own port.
Thrusting and pumping got faster and harder quickly as overload was nearing, and soon, Starscream came with a scream, spilling a fair amount of lubricant into Megatron hands, from his port and cable alike. He arched like a cat in overload, his huge belly making it a little hard but so sexy in the same time. After that, Megatron came also with a powerful roar and then, they were both covered in lubricants. Relaxing in the afterglow, Starscream rested his helm on his mate’s shoulder, sighing in contentment. He felt a movement and a kick in his belly and pated the spot, like he was saying the unborn sparkling to relax as well.
“You came back early.” Commented the jet after a moment.
“Yes, I’m worried for you, Starscream. This pregnancy is more risky than the last, and besides, I want to be there when you go into labour, love.”
Starscream chuckled, nuzzling his mate’s helm playfully and lovingly as he was hugging him close. Yes, he could go into labour anytime, now, and Megatron as only careful, what was normal, and quite frankly, a little cute too.
“I suppose you’re right, as ever, love… But I’m dying to be over with that pregnancy. I want to hold our little Femme in my arms so badly, now…”
“Soon, Starscream, very soon, you’ll do. She’s gonna be so beautiful. Just like you, my beautiful star.”
After that, it wasn’t long before the two of them drifted into recharge. The next day, Megatron was going to witness the new interrogation session of Firebringer. Soundwave was going to bring to heavy artillery, now, and that means a lot… The silver Lord had never seen anybody able to resist a deep mind probe before, and that stubborn sunovaglitch wasn’t different.
oOo
Megatron entered the room next to the interrogation room. Inside, there was Prowl and Optimus Waiting for him, along with Soundwave. He had only left reluctantly his mate’s side this morning because he felt him uneasy and in a fair amount of discomfort, but he had some duties to fulfill as Lord Protector, and that one was part of it. And so, after Starscream had assure that he was fine and that he would call him immediately if anything happens, he had left to the CSD prison facility.
Now, two breems later, he was waiting for that long overdue session to begin. Soundwave, on his opinion, should have done it a long while ago. Like the first week they had had this terrorist leader on their grasp.
“When do you plan to begins, Soundwave? I have other places to be right now.” Asked Megatron impatiently after another breem. “I shouldn’t even be there at all…”
“Prisonner Firebringer’s about to arrives, my Lord.” Answered the navy blue mech dutifully. “Session will begins as soon as he’s ready.”
“Don,t worry, brother, you’ll be able to get back to your bondmate soon enough. I’m sure Starscream’ll be alright in the meantime.” Optimus said as he put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
The silver mech only nodded as the door of the communicant room opened and they saw the prisoner being brought in by two Security guards. He was looking very angered and uncooperative as he was made to sit on one of the chair and then strapped down by the wrists and ankles. He was looking at the mirror in front of him intently, and it was as if he was looking strait into the other room. The bots inside felt a little uneasy because of the coldness and fury that look was carrying. It was a quite chilling glare… But Megatron’s look didn’t falter, and stayed as hard and focused as ever. Optimus did the same, even if his uneasiness was more evident.
Soundwave left the room and entered the next one a moment later. He talked with the guards for a while, and then dismissed them. They took position outside the door and closed it. Soundwave then walked behind the strapped mech and opened the interphone,. He wanted the witnesses to see ear the session as much as they were seeing it.
“Session will begins now, my Lords.”
And then he grabbed each sides of the mech helm tightly, as he was trashing his head from side to side to try to shake him off. It was no use, of course. Soundwave’s visor brightens with for a click as he was activating his telepathic abilities and entering the mech’s mind. Megatron winced a little at that and Optimus felt a shiver ran down his spinal unit. He knew from experience what it felt like because he had been captured and submitted to that treatment once, at the beginning of the war. It felt like a hundred thousands needles were piercing his processor and a white hot pain had drowned him. He saw the trapped mech screamed in agony as the probing deepens, and offlined his optics, the memories drowning him. He felt a hand put down on his shoulder and the soft voice of his brother brought him back to the realm of livings.
“If you want to leave, you could, Optimus. I can see that you’re hurting.”
The blue and red semi blinked once or twice, shaking the bad memories away, and then he smiled to his little brother reassuringly.
“No, I’m alright, now. But I now what it’s like to have Soundwave probing inside your head, and in a way, I pity the poor mech submitted to it.”
“Okay, then. It won,t be too long I think.”
Megatron then turned back to the scene on the oter room. The mech had fell silent, now, held by Soundwave and the restraints on his limbs because, by the look of it, he wasn,t able to stand by himself. He was cycling heavily, limp on his restraints, and his optics were dimed with pain. After a breem more, he had fell in stasis lock and Soundwave released his helm, letting his head fall to his chest limply. He left the room and returned to the observation room then, leaving the mech to be taken back to his cell by the Security guards.
“So? Have you found anything useful? I hope you hadn’t do it for nothing… It was quite disturbing to witness.” Said Optimus once the telepath was inside the room.
“Results of probing satisfying. Much information acquired.”
“And? What kind of information?” Pressed megatron then.
“Name of the organization leader now acquired. It’s… unexpected, my Lord.” Stated the usually emotionless mech with a hint of annoyance and disbelief.
“Who is he? Who are we fighting against?”
After a long and uncomfortable moment of silence, finally, the mech seemed to gather his wits and he said, his voice neutral and cold.
“Shockwave.”
-TBC-
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