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'Friendly' Persuasion	By : LadyStarscream Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 1991 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro, I'm just borrowing the charas long enough to write them! Also, I am not making any profit from these. It's just for fun . Also, many many thanks to LStarrunner who wrote a lot of the content in the later c

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Title: "Friendly" Persuasion (chapter 6: Nightmare)
Category: Slash, Plug 'n Play
Rating: R. totally R
Warnings: Non-Con/Cross-Faction/Bondage/Torture/Plug ‘N Play *cackles*
Pairings: Megatron/Prowl
Summary: Prowl is having a nightmare. Nuff said.

Author’s Notes: Yes, you probably already know I pick on Jazz and Prowl both quite liberally. This was actually written for a fanfiction contest at one of the TF communities here a while age. (*cough*mecha_erotica*cough*) I’m not sure, but I think it was the “Get Megatron Laid” challenge. Heh. Don't ask...

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The only light in the small cell was the energy bars off to one side. There was a soft scrape of metal and a whimper. Megatron watched his prisoner from the outside of the bars, and a malicious smile crept around the gray Decepticon Leader's lip-components. Megatron lifted a charcoal hand and flicked off the energy bars. Prowl's head snapped up, rearising he was no longer alone.
Dimly-lit cracked blue optics met red ones for a moment, and Prowl looked away. He shifted slightly where he was half-sitting, half-kneeling, trying to move, but knowing his legs no longer worked. Soundwave had made sure of that.

Prowl tried to force away a tendril of apprehension that sprang to the surface and leaned to the left, wincing when his sparking back and open circuits where his doorwings once were scraped the wall behind him. He knew his rescue had only been an illusion. and now there was no hope left to be had. He was so low on energy he could barely move, and his battle computer had since crashed, maybe permanently, leaving him without logic, only emotion and instinct to rely on.

Megatron waited for the bars to click back on behind him before continuing his approach. At least he'd be able to take out some of his aggravation on someone today. Starscream had already ticked him off earlier, Hook and the other Constructions were muttering uncomplimentary things under their breath and denied it afterwards, and Starscream had disappeared to escape Megatron's wrath.

Prowl looked over at the bars, a spark of hope appearing as the bars clicked off, then it died when they came back on. Not that he could run anywhere. But if he could drag himself somewhere....

Megatron grinned maliciously, remembering the day before, how he had watched Soundwave almost bring the Autobot to tears. He looked forward to hearing the Autobots' second in command screaming, begging for mercy.

He wasn't disappointed.

"Please, Megatron..." it was barely a whisper

"No more.."

Scrape.

A soft keening sound met Megatron's audios.

How pathetic.

Normally Megatron wouldn't get involved in interrogations, and simply 'oversee' Soundwave's work. But how delicious it sounded when the Autobot cried out! his voice was such a wonderful mixture of pleasure and plain. Megatron smirked.

Prowl tried to move away, but Megatron reached out and grabbed him around the throat, smothering Prowl's mouth with his own in a crushing kiss. And shoved him back against the wall hard enough to produce another sporadic shower of sparks from the Datsun's back. Prowl moaned despairangingly, encouraging Megatron, who swallowed the sound, invading the Autobot's mouth with his glossa. Prowl whimpered and tried to turn his head, but Megatron still had a vice-like grip on his jaw, and forced him to keep his head straight, and stare Megatron right in the face. Megatron kissed deeper, glossa exploring the inside of Prowl's mouth, getting a strangled sound somewhere between a whine and a whimper.

Why did this Autobot taste so good? Megatron noted how Decepticons always tasted like stale oil and half-processed energon. But this Autobot was full of life, energy, ...something;

And Megatron wanted more.

Megatron chuckled as Prowl moaned again and tried to twist away. The gray Decepticon leader's fingers brushed the black and white's midsection, making Prowl tense. He had requested that Soundwave remove the interface cover panel, and Soundwave had simply ripped it off it's hinges, leaving the circuitry exposed. Megatron brushed his fingertips over the open circuits looking for something.

Ah, there it was.

The thin interface cord hanging down loosely between the tactician's thighs. Megatron reached down, his fingertips brushing the inside of Prowl's legs, leaving tiny tendrils of electricity in their wake. His fingers closed around the plug, and Prowl gasped into his mouth. Megatron rolled the plug loosely between his fingers, knowing it would get a reaction.

Prowl tried to jerk away again, and tried to plead with him around the invading appendage, but it came out as a moan. He shuddered, wishing it would all just be over, that the assault would end, and the Decepticons would just leave him alone.

Unfortunately, Megatron was far from done with him.

He kept hold of the plug at the end, and slowly wrapped the wire around his hand, squeezing, massaging, sending thrills of pleasure through Prowl. The Datsun tried to struggle, but he could barely move. Megatron kept wrapping the thin wire till he was right at the circuitry. He brushed his fingers over the circuits around where the interface cable met the circuitboard, and Prowl moaned aloud.

Megatron finally let go of his jaw, and Prowl looked away, narrowing his optics and settling his sight on the wall, glaring and refusing to meet the Decepticon's stare. He hated this. His sworn enemy, the leader of the Decepticons, making him whimper and moan like a little femmebot. Prowl hated himself for letting himself be captured, and letting Megatron do this to him.

Megatron grabbed him and delivered another kiss. The grey Decepticon stroked the open circuits one more time, and yanked.

Hard.

Prowl screamed as the cord was ripped free of the housing, and thrashed wildly, throwing sparks.

Megatron put his weight on him to keep him from moving, and soaked up every sound. Finally, when Prowl had stopped trying to get away, he broke the kiss. Prowl shivered violently, trying to hold back tears, if not out of despair, then most certainly out of pain, he told himself. He took a shuddering breath, knowing all hope was gone, and telling himself it was justified now.

Emotion took over, and Megatron smiled triumphantly. "You won't be needing that, anyway. Nobody plugs in to me." Prowl's optics met Megatron's, realizing just what he meant by that. Cold dread started to creep into his circuits.

He glanced down.

Megatron had his interface panel open, and was stroking the thick interface plug hanging loose, optics dimmed to a dark ruby color. "Then again, you might enjoy it." Megatron growled softly, and jammed the plug into the connector. Prowl gasped and tried to bite back a cry, but failed. Megatron's energy thrummed through the connector, mingling with the almost overwhelming pain, and Prowl felt Megatron's power field arrowing into him.

"...noo..." Prowl whimpered loudly, and lost his voice. The pain and electricity was too much. He could feel his internal temperature rising. His energy being sucked away, overshadowed by Megatron's powerful field.

Megatron growled low, feeling Prowl's icy field around his own. "yes. I want to feel more." Megatron commanded. Prowl squirmed helplessly underneath him as the silver Decepticon forced his way into Prowl's body. His dark hands worked their way up under Prowl's bumper and underneath his armor.

"No! Stop! Aaugh!" Prowl squirmed, shutting off his optics. Damnit! why couldn't Megatron just shoot him and be done with it!?

"Stop fighting me." Megatron breathed, fingers snaking into wires and circuits.

"Hu-uuung.." Prowl gasped for breath, rasping air intakes speeding up, but it did him no good. Megatron knew exactly where he would find what he wanted. His fingers angled upward, the other hand downward. One hand aiming for those sensitive internal power conduits and interface wiring, and the other towards his spark chamber. Prowl jerked and slid over sideways, sending both of them to the floor. Megatron simply maneuvered so he was straddling Prowl, and shoved his hand further into the black and white's chest wiring, purposely forcing wires apart.

Megatron leaned in. "I want you to beg." He purred. "Beg for mercy. Or death." His fingers circled the outside of Prowl's spark chamber, and Prowl tried his hardest not to scream.

Megatron's other hand slinked lower inside his body. "Come on, say it." Megatron coaxed.

"Unnggh.....never."

Prowl squeaked and Megatron's fingers slid into the wires under Prowl's spark chamber. The other slid around more wires, brushing, teasing. Prowl felt the surges of power increasing, and gasped harder, feeling like his internals would melt any second at the heat coursing through them. Megatron pressed his fingers into the circuits, and slid his other hand around the main power cord to Prowl's spark. Prowl shuddered and moaned, arching into Megatron, sending another thrill of electricity across their link.

Megatron replied with a crushing kiss and a powerful surge of energy. His hand squeezed the cables and twisted. Prowl cried out at the sudden combination of pleasure and pain, his world exploding into a cacophony of pleasure, pain, light, and darkness.

Megatron threw his head back and roared.

Everything faded to black.

again.
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