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A Good Queen	By : paw07 Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 3148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3: A New Dawn
The metallic cape flowed, his five Lords all leaning against walls outside of the hall that lead to the nest, where Megatron would bear his first. The first were always the hardest. He needed his Lords to be at attention the whole time to keep the queen safe... their colony’s future depended on this queen, Megatron of all mechs, producing fruitfully and losing his first few sparklings to combat may cause him to be stressed, his reproductive systems going offline to support his weapons once again.
Also, Starscream couldn’t risk their being enemies so close by, his mate unarmed. He still believed in the Decepticon cause –most of it- but now that he was King, he would make all the decisions needed.
Thundercracker, smelling sex on the prince that was now King, asked, “It went well, I take it. You seemed pleased.”
Starscream stopped, pulling a silver crown out of his subspace, how he missed his crown, smiled pleasantly and stated, “Yes, a little force and he was opening his chassis and accepted his place below me. Our people now have a queen and two sparklings on the way… both look strong attached to Megatron’s spark. Soon, they will be dropping into his reproductive chamber and be growing healthily. Our colony will soon be filled with many healthy young and Vos and Cybertron will prosper once more.”
Skywarp whooped at his Prince’s and the coneheads looked pleasantly please, murmuring in excitement that Megatron was indeed worth the wait, sparking the first night. Some past queens took vorns to reproduce.
Their grins stalled though, Thundercracker stating all their worries, “But what of the Prime?”
Placing his crown on his head, the metal glinting brilliantly, he stated, “I’ll be taking care of that. Tell Soundwave his new king, having claimed Megatron as his submissive, orders him to call the Prime and tell him that we have something to discuss.”
A few joors later, Optimus tilted his head in confusion for a moment, seeing the crown on the seeker’s head. It was… dis-concerning, especially since now there seemed to be twice as many seekers around. Had they come through the space-bridge? What the slag was going on.
The he caught the wiff of the mech before him, his optics onlining and then offlining in shock.
So it seemed that the Prince of Vos had finally claimed his mate… the mate he had been after for a millennia. Personally, Prime had been tempted once or twice to try and claim the grey gun mech himself, his breeding instincts trying to kick in as they rolled around on the battlefield. There were so few mechs that kept their valves and were fertile, and even fewer that had kept the carrying chamber. Most thought it was a wasted piece, but in truth that was how the Prime line continued… and how the seeker clans did as well. A useless component… hardly. It seemed that Megatron’s distrust of medics was the only reason he was able to drag this war out with the help of seekers.
Starscream had been trying to court Megatron the entirety of the war, showing off his peacock like disposition, battle cunning, and leadership persona.
Chuckling turning into a full blown laugh, borderline madness, Prime asked, “Was he worth dragging this war out? Was he all that you thought you needed in a mate?”
Starscream glared and puffed out his chest, stating, “He is strong, flight capable, large, and has a fully functioning reproductive valve and chamber. Of course, he was. I couldn’t have found a far better mate.”
The Autobots around the Prime all were exchanging confused looks, confused as slag, but Ratchet seemed shocked as well as a few older mechs like Kup, his cy-gar dropping out of his mouth. Optimus still looked furious though, finding a mate completely unacceptable in his mind to continue a war. Yet, he understood to a point as the last Prime, his own spike having wanted to, on more than one occasion, slam the grey mech down on the battle field and frag him, promising his line an heir.
“No need to be so upset, Prime. At least you have a Decepticon leader now that is willing to make peace… I don’t need my sparklings coming out in a time of war,” there was a surprised intake of air from all the Autobots, Prime looking vaguely upset but Starscream continued with a grin. “Yes, I fragged him until he overloaded into oblivion. He was quiet satisfied and I was quiet satisfied as well. He sparked the first night. If this is any indication, my clan will be repopulated in a millennia and Vos will reemerge as it should have always been.”
Optimus, truthfully, didn’t know how to react. He had always wanted peace, but who knew a good fragging would be how he would get it. Swallowing, he asked, “And how do I know this isn’t a trick, Starscream?”
The Vos King frowned and then, coming forward he waved his hand at his men, stating to the Prime, “I know you need to continue your line, Prime, just as I must. As a sign of piece, you may claim any of my fertile Decepticons that still have a chamber and valve as probable mates. I know for a fact that most of my Lord seekers do and so does Shockwave and Soundwave, I believe.”
Soundwave, who was towards the front of the seeker hoard, twitched involuntary, those blue optics staring at him hungrily for a moment.
Starscream smiled at his, whispering up the mech, “I’ll leave Soundwave for tonight if you want. I was considering taking him as a second bride to keep my queen company in her labors… but if you like that kind of frame.”
Swallowing, the Prime almost stated yes, but whispered back, “I will consider it. So few of my men have… chambers, most being so young and thinking those parts useless or just plain infertile, but first, I want to finalize these peace agreements and ask you something.”
“Oh, and what would that be?”
“What are you going to name your first two sparklings? The princes that will bear out peace?”
The seeker smile, looking at his old space craft companion in the Autobot hoard that he once considering mating with his large chassis before he met Megatron, stating, “So far, I like the designations Jetfire and Jetstorm. What do you want to name your first born since it wouldn’t be courteous not to ask?”
Grinning behind his mask, the Prime muttered, “I really liked Hot Rod for some reason.”
The two fertile males laughed, everyone but an old war veteran, a medic, and a cluster of seekers having no idea what was going on, but soon it would be written down. A good fragging not only stopped a war, but save the species as a whole. Soon there would be young again… soon there would be life though his queen was currently trying to escape her nest as he stood there, cape waving in the wind.
He like them with a little spunk after all.
XXX
Paw07: Done! Though I might add a chapter or two. Maybe a Soundwave/Prime or Shockwave/ Prime as well as a birthing scene … because I’m just evil like that. But for now, it is complete!
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