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Forbidden Bond	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2813 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7: In the depth of the Pit

Optimus slowly regained consciousness as his systems rebooted. The first thing he noticed were the cuffs that maintained his wrist above his head in a painful position. His feet were barely touching the floor beneath him and his shoulders were stretched painfully by his own weight. He grunted a little in discomfort as he powered up his optics and tried to find a more comfortable posture, but that was an almost impossible task given his current situation. With the sparklings draining his energy reserve it was even more difficult to even endure this treatment and he was reminded of that little detail by a surge of energy and pain into his spark-casing. The little ones were restless and that affected him just as much.

Grunting again the Autobot Leader twisted a little in his restraints to ease the tension on his chest and shoulders and after a moment or two the surges of pain subsided.

Finally able to concentrate Optimus fully onlined his optics only to discover that he was no longer in “his” room in Megatron’s moonbase, but in a medieval looking cell, completely with crude stone walls and metallic bars blocking the threshold, only that, guessing from the faint hum he could hear, they were energized with high-voltage if the warning sign on the little box attached to the wall outside his prison cell was anything to go by.

Well, there went the option to just tear the bars out of their holding. And he had thought the medical berth had been uncomfortable, but regardless of what had happened so far he highly doubted this was Megatron’s or Soundwave’s doing. His bondmate may not care much for him, but he did want the sparklings in best health and his current position wasn’t exactly helpful for their development. If Soundwave had needed to bring him somewhere else because someone in the Decepticons ranks – and if so he strongly suspected Starscream to be that someone – had discovered that Megatron was keeping him here, but that still didn’t explain how he had ended up here.

Straining his processor Optimus tried to remember, but all he could recall was that Soundwave had finished his examination and then brought him back to his room, so why was he now in this cell?

Well, there was apparently only one way for him to find out, namely was calling out loud and hope someone was within hearing range or watching him, but no one came. The Prime tried again, in a commanding and now also angered voice without success.

He waited for almost a cycle, growing more and more impatient and fidgety as the time passed and no one bothered to show any reaction to his demand, louder and firmer every time he called out, and although they didn’t look as if they could even keep a human in place the restrains didn’t give in. In addition to that did the building stress make the sparklings restless again, so Prime had no choice but to stop his efforts comparably fast. It didn't make sense to exhaust himself needlessly.

After what felt like an eternity Optimus finally could hear footsteps coming from the hallway and actually wasn’t surprised at all about who was apparently the reason for his current predicament. It made perfectly sense that, out of all the mechs in the Decepticons ranks it was this one who had taken advantage of Megatron’s new … liability.

“Starscream” he said almost casually. “Why am I not surprised to see you?”

The red and white jet had a twisted grin and laughed a little at the bold comment, folding his arms over his golden canopy. He scrutinized his captive for a long moment, detailing him so thoroughly that Optimus felt like he was scanned and, in a way, ripped of his armour.

After what felt like an eternity the seeker finally opened the cell door and stepped in, walking up far too close for comfort, stopping only a foot or two from his frame. It was a little awkward seeing that the Autobot Leader was already taller than Starscream on even ground and with his pedes barely touching Starscream’s optics were starring right at his chest, which seemed to have been his intend.

Needles to say that Optimus wasn’t very happy with that. In contrast to humans it was nearly impossible to tell from the outside if one was bearing or not, still only nearly and not completely. It wasn’t a lot, but Starscream, regardless of his other “qualities”, was not stupid. He could make some conclusion on his own and his next words were exactly the ones Optimus hadn’t wanted to hear.

“Ah, Optimus Prime! You seem to have gained some weight, haven’t you?” he asked smug and ran a smooth and mockingly gentle talon down the larger mech’s chest-plates, teasing the seam that separated it in the middle. Then he pulled a medical tool from subspace and examined it, acting as if he had to remember what it was for. It resembled a ring made of glass fibber wires with what looked like a spider web in the centre and the Autobot knew what it was used for. He had seen Ratchet use it the one or the other time to open chest-plates and spark–casing when the respective patient couldn’t do it themselves. Naturally the Autobot Leader felt a wave of panic rise inside him. The little slagger was going to open his chest and had a look into his spark chamber! He could let that happen. Who knew what the seeker would do to his little ones?

Optimus forced his CPU to calm down and concentrated to gather the strength necessary for his next move. Starscream was oblivious to his captive’s attempt, too busy with tending to his ego.

“You know, Prime, I think I know what I’ll find when I open your chest-plates, but seeing is better than thinking, isn’t it?” he crackled and then he made the mistake the Autobot had waited for. He closed the remaining feet between them to use his medical device on him and Optimus lifted his feet quickly and kicked him in the abdomen, sending the lithe mech crashing against the opposite wall with a loud bang. The strength he had used was sufficient enough to make Starscream’s body leave a notable dent in the stone wall.

Cursing the red and white jet disentangled himself from his position on the floor and scrambled back to his feet. Quicker than Optimus had expected, Starscream pinned him painfully on the wall he was bound to and stuck one of his null ray on his chest, hissing threateningly in his audio receptors.

“Well done, Autobot. I wouldn’t have expected you to have enough strength left for such a stunt, but I won’t give you the chance to try that again! You move and I shot you in the chest point blank, understood?”

The Prime froze at that and then nodded reluctantly. Starscream’s weapons weren’t actually lethal, although he couldn’t say if that also was the case at this close range. They stunned and hurt like pit, but he didn’t know what a null ray shot could do to his sparklings. He suspected it would terminate them, but Optimus really didn’t want to find out, so he stayed silent and clenched his teeth in rage.

“You will pay for this, Starscream. Just you wait until I’m free” Prime said coldly, with a glare so deeply enraged that the red jet actually took a step back.

“Well, that won’t be any time soon, I guarantee you that. Now keep still. We don’t want to harm you after all, do we? You’re my bait to catch an old fool after all” replied the Decepticon boldly, but the larger mech could hear a hint of fear behind his smug tone. The question was: would Prime be able to use that to his advantage or would it make Starscream only all the more careful?

Picking up his little device again Starscream powered it on. Little sparks of energy were now running over the thin wires as he brought it in contact with Optimus’ chest plates. It wasn’t a painful sensation, more like the tickling of electricity coming from the inside of his, but it wasn’t exactly comfortable either and after a moment his chest plates parted open and revealed his spark-casing to the prying optics of Starscream.

The Seeker snickered a little at the sight of his slightly swollen spark-chamber and touched it lightly, making Optimus shiver and moan unwillingly. He bit his glossa to bit back the sounds and cursed to cover it up, shooting a death glare to the intrusive jet, but the smaller mech only smiled up to him evilly, enjoying the effects his touch seem to have on the Autobot Leader. A devious idea came to his mind and he grinned wider, his optics flaring with a new desire. Slowly, voluntarily teasing, he lightly caressed the crystalline casing with his thin, experienced fingers, listening to the sound of Optimus’ cooling systems whirring to life and watching how he tried to stay in control of his body’s response at the sensual touch.

“Stop it, Starscream” ordered Optimus with anger, but couldn’t stop a little from betraying his aroused state when the abusing fingers continued their so wonderful dance inside his chest.

The seeker leaned closer to his audio and purred lowly, in a sensuous tone.

“I don’t think so, Optimus. You’re so gorgeous lying wide open like that in front of me … I want to see you overload for me, little Autobot.”

He leaned even closer, grabbed the back of the larger mech’s helm and crushed his lips on Optimus’, forcing his mouth open and invading it with his glossa. He tasted every corner of the other mouth as Optimus moaned and whimpered in the kiss, running hotter by the seconds. Starscream was also moaning loudly now, also it was obvious he was enjoying this far more than his hostage, and his own cooling systems came online with a quiet whirring sound. He then trailed kisses along the jaw and throat of his helpless captive, taking his sweet time to map all of the seams, curves and lines of the body in front of him. The thought of claiming what was Megatron’s exited him all the more, while Optimus was trying to push him away with his legs, but it was no good. He hadn’t been fully energised before and the abuse was draining what little reserves he had had. To make things worse were tears of energon starting to roll down his cheeks and snickering snickered evilly Starscream licked them away in a mockery of care, obviously liking the sweet taste.

“Stop ... please, Starscream ... Don’t do this, please” he begged, but Starscream didn’t listen.

“Don’t cry, Optimus. I won’t hurt you. You’re so beautiful, so tempting hanging here helpless … bonded and offered … like an energon goodie that I can … enjoy entirely …” the flier stammered between kissed and invaded the other’s mouth once with his slick and flexible glossa, exploring hungrily and harshly.

Optimus felt so utterly helpless that it hurt, felt ashamed and tainted, filthy, because of that unwanted invasion and it only became worse. Now, Starscream had left his lips to explore the inside of his chest with his glossa and lips, licking and teasing sensitive wirings and bundles of sensor nodes, succeeding in distracting the Autobot for a moment while his fingers wandered down his hips and settled on his crotch plates, prying the armour open quickly, exposing the delicate circuitry of the interface port and cable below. He used his thrusters to gain height and wrapped his legs around Optimus’ hips, before connecting them together. Optimus let out a pained cry as he fought the invasion of his systems by Starscream and the jet only laughed at that, sending wave after wave of spark-energy through the connection of their interface units. Panting hard, Starscream clinked tightly at the larger mech’s plating and shrieked loudly as he reached his climax, but never stopped his ministrations until the bigger Autobot also had reached his peak, howling in pain, unwanted pleasure and shame.

Unwrapping himself from Optimus Starscream took a step back, panting hard to assist his stuttering cooling system. He grinned as he saw the tear-stained face of his captive and the shamed and desperate expression on his features. He patted his cheek mockingly and Optimus jerked his head away from the touch, unable to look at the other any longer. If only the wall could just swallow him, the pain still spreading from his abused interface unit was here to make him cringe and recoil from his torturer. What would the other thought of him when they ever learned about this? And they would, that much was sure. Certainly Starscream wouldn’t hesitate to boast about his victory about the Prime.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Optimus? You didn’t like it? I did you a favour, you should be glad.”

“Curse you to the Pits, Starscream” the Autobot-leader sobbed, unable to say more.

“Whatever you say, sweetspark” mocked the Seeker again and then he added: “Well, I’ll just take a look into that Spark chamber then. It won’t be long.”

He opened the exposed Spark chamber and leaned closer. He stayed here for a moment and then, he backed off and looked up at Optimus, smiling even wider than before.

“Well, congratulations, Optimus! Don’t say it. Let me guess: Megatron is the co-creator.”

The red and blue mech didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to anyway. The air-commander already had all the answers he had wanted, even a visual confirmation, but it was just too much fun to him to taunt Optimus like this.

“I knew it! That old fool … this is even better than I first thought!
Don’t you worry, Prime. I won’t hurt them … yet! Maybe I’ll raise them as my own heirs ... or I sell them to the higher bidder. Who knows? With the sparklings of Megatron and Optimus Prime the possibilities are limitless.”

He patted his cheek, then once again pulled the larger mech down on optic-level, probably to force just another kiss on him, only to pull back shrieking and cursing and holding his dented nose plates. The rage and fear for his sparklings had give Optimus the strength to pull free and bit the other … hard!

“You’ll regret that, Optimus” the seeker spit and stormed out of the cell without another word.

After he was gone Optimus seemed to shrink in himself and tried to curl together as good as he could, which wasn’t much considering the way he was cuffed to the wall. He offline his optics and let the sobs he had been holding in escape his vocalize. Never in his life had he felt this dirty and used – and that was much to say considering he was bonded to the slag-maker himself.

Before Optimus wouldn’t have thought it possible, but right now he wished for nothing more than for Megatron to find him quickly, before the devious jet was tempted to repeat what he had done to him, even if he would be locked way by his bondmate again. Maybe it was just the exhaustion or what the humans call “Stockholm syndrome”, if he remembered correctly or maybe something entirely else making him think that, but right now anything Megatron might have planned for him sounded far more appealing than having Starscream touch him only one more time.

*~*~*

Upon his arrival at the base’s docking bay Megatron had rushed out of the shuttle and down the hallways leading to the command centre, where he suspected to find Soundwave. He had ordered him to monitor the base and wait for his call, so it was the most logical place to begin his search. He didn’t even bother looking for Optimus. Their bond had flared back to life earlier, proving that his partner was still alive, but not within close range and Megatron refrained from trying to reach him just yet. He couldn’t know after all what was being done to the other just now and it wouldn’t help his search if the backlash knocked him out. Still, the thought of what his bondmate – could he dare to call him “love” ... no. Not yet at least – might have to go through right now made the energon in his lines run cold and him faster down the corridors.

Starscream was a twisted and unpredictable being. Who knew what he had in store for his Autobot Leader? It depended on what exactly he knew about their relation, Megatron thought, although he doubted the seeker would need long to figure out the true nature of their relationship. There had after all been a reason once why he had made the treacherous little brat his second in command.

He reached the command centre in mere minutes and almost tore the door out his frame in his haste. Storming in Megatron saw the still form of his communication officer lying on the floor next to the main computer, effectively trapping Ravage under his bulky frame. The feline cassette mewled pitiful, unable to free himself.

“Starscream?” the silver mech asked and Ravage hissed and growled in reply, no doubt cursing the seeker and all his ancestors to the Pit with his limited vocal-processor. The Decepticon Leader hadn’t actually needed a confirmation. The burn-marks on his faithful communication officer were evidence enough for just who’s fault this was – he must have known Megatron would recognize them and still used them as if - no, not “as if”, but just to mock him. It was an invitation and that was making the energon boil in his lines.

Oh yes, Starscream was in for serve beating and he was sure Shockwave would also like to have his turn for endangering the well of his bondmate and their creations. True, Megatron hadn’t been happy to find out his best officers were bonded to each other, but it certainly had its peaks aside from the usefulness of their creations as spies.

Now if he could just find that switch that would bring the mech out of stasis-lock. It was completely harmless, medics used it all the time, but the problem was it was usually well hidden. Patience wearing thin Megatron ordered Ravage to do it, the cassette should after all know where to search and he didn’t indeed, uncovering the little switch under a cover in the right should of Soundwave. The Decepticon Leader pressed it twice – Ravage’s paws allowed him to move almost without sound, but were absolutely useless when it came to things like this – and then waited.

Soundwave’s visor flickered twice and then it became a band of shining bright red when the telepath fully onlined and slowly sat up. Still sluggish from the blast of the null ray he turned to face his Leader.

“Status report, Soundwave.”

“Functionality: 67 percent rising. No permanent damage detected” the blue mech answered, but needed a notable moment longer than usually to do so. The blast must have scrambled his processors pretty well.

“What happened here?”

“Requested data: corrupted. Assumption: Starscream attacked from behind. Situation of prisoner: unknown. Assumption: Starscream took him. Reason: unknown. Assumption: another plot to take over” replied the officer in his usual monotonous voice, but Megatron was so used to it by now that he easily detected the hints of anger and shame the other felt about not having seen the attack coming and being unable to stop it. That and this had easily been the most the usually quiet mech had said in orns. The TIC had to be really fragged.

“Insolent little fool, how dare he take what’s mine?” the silver mech snarled and offered a servo to Soundwave to help him up. The navy blue mech took it and was quickly pulled into a standing position beside his leader.

“Starscream: growing threat. Suggestion: permanent deactivation.”

It was a familiar demand from his stoic communication officer, but this time he sounded far more threatening, his cold and emotionless tone making the words even scarier. No doubt Soundwave would be very happy to deliver the final blow, but if it came to that Megatron intended to keep for himself and right now he felt more temped than ever before to get rid of the liability that was his air-commander for good.

“How long since the attack?”

“Roughly computed time of departure: Thirty breems ago” Soundwave answered calmly, allowing Ravage to take refuge in his chest compartments and carefully staying out of his leader’s way. One didn’t have to be a telepath to notice that Megatron was ready to take some action and he didn’t want to end up on the wrong end of his fusion canon.

Megatron clenched his fists and cursed. Starscream could be about everywhere by now, but if he was lucky he still would be able to trace him. He would have to search every bit of the base, but that wasn’t going to stop him. He would find something and he would find his bondmate and safe him and their sparklings before Starscream could inflict any irreparable harm on them.

He turned to his TIC once again. The silver mech knew that Soundwave would not like what he was going to order him to do, but this was more than just personal.

“Soundwave, you will return to the Nemesis. You are to take command until I come back. I’m go after Starscream and I will go alone. I’ll contact you every cycle.”

The telepath didn’t answer right away, the only sight of his unwillingness to follow these orders, but he wasn’t that annoying seeker. The blue mech knew his place and that he wasn’t in the position to question his leader, even if he thought that the other was taking this matter way too personally. Still, with what he could have learned about the relationship between the leaders Starscream was now more dangerous than ever before. If any of this was to ever leak through to the other Decepticons Megatron would lose his credibility and in the process his position and Starscream, as the official second in command while Shockwave was on Cybertron, would become leader of the Decepticons and that was a horrible imagination.

“Query: What about Starscream?”

“If he’s lucky I may let him live; otherwise I will return here alone with Prime alone. Now go!”

“As you command, Lord Megatron” the navy blue mech replied, a hint of annoyance leaking through his otherwise emotionless voice, before he turned and went to the docking bay. He really wasn’t looking forward to return to madhouse the Nemesis had to be right now.

After the departure of his communication officer Megatron went to Optimus’ room. The door had been forced open and the room was empty, as expected. The cuffs he had used to prevent his unwilling bondmate from leaving were open and he stares at them for a long moment, lost in his thought. He really hoped the other wasn’t hurt. Granted, he hadn’t threatened him very well either, Megatron was mech enough to admit that now, but he had never intended on inflicting any real harm on his bondmate.

Damn it all to the Pits, he really loved him, didn’t he? It felt good to finally admit it and it saved a lot of time and energy to not fight that anymore. It was still strange and Megatron was far from admitting it out loud, but it was still a relieve ... except for the growing worry about how his other half thought about that or if he, maybe, somehow, felt something similar. If he had and had unintentionally (or maybe even knowingly) projected the feelings over their bond it would explain why Megatron had grown so attached to him over the past months.

“What the frag am I thinking!? Curse you, Optimus, for making me this weak!” thought the silver tyrant and buried his fist deep inside the next wall. He wasn’t angry at Optimus, not at all actually, but at himself for falling for the Autobot. The next time they met was bound to become really awkward, but that had to wait. He needed to find something that gave him a hint of his bondmate’s whereabouts first. There had to be something somewhere. After all did even Skywarp leave a traceable energy signature when he warped from one place to another, but it seemed he had underestimated Starscream. He searched the “guest room” first, then the corridor to the communication room and after that room the shortest way from there out of the base, but he couldn’t find anything, so the Decepticon started to check every other possible and impossible room for something, anything, that might give him a hint, but even after a whole circle he stood in the now chaotic med bay with absolutely nothing.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me. There has to some ...” a sudden surge of energy in his spark interrupted Megatron. It wasn’t a painful sensation, but not very comfortable either. Then it was gone again, leaving the mech to wonder what had just happened, before it returned stronger than before and forced him on his knees. He felt surprise and… pleasure? Why in the name of all that was holy was he feeling pleasure?

“What the frag?!”

It felt almost like interfacing, but not as intense, and then disgust, pain and shame drowned his spark and he almost toppled over on the floor. The sensation became more and more powerful until suddenly it exploded in a mind-blowing melt of sheer pleasure, terrible pain, deep disgust and even deeper shame. Megatron screamed and writhed, then in stopped, leaving him drained and confused lying on the floor.

“What … the frag?” he again asked no one in special, trying to shake of the sluggish feeling. This easily was one of the strangest things that had ever happened to him and he already included waking up on an alien planet after four million years and accidently bonding to ... Prime. Of course, that was why the feelings had been damped. Optimus must have been projecting what he had been experiencing through their bond, probably unintentionally, but that didn’t explain the disgust and shame the other was still sending, not to mention the self-disgust, sorrow and helpless anger, unless …

Primus below!

That disgusting, Pit-spawned, bastard of a seeker had raped his bondmate!

With a roar of limitless anger and hatred Megatron raged through the room like a hurricane, taking apart whatever got between his servos, but that still didn’t silenced his wish to do the same with Starscream’s internals. This time the white and red mech had really gone too far. He wouldn’t just kill him, no, the insolent seeker would suffer like no being had ever suffered nor would ever again.

A signal coming from the communication room caught his audios at made him stop and run there, hoping that it would be Starscream and that he would get the chance to bury his servos deed into the little soon-but-not-too-soon-to-be dead seeker and it was him indeed, grinning like a Cheshire cat and looking as if he had just been declared king of the universe. The mere sight made Megatron want to tear those filthy optics out and crush his head in.

“Ah, Megatron. I suppose you got my message?” asked the red seeker deviously, snickering like the suicidal idiot he had to be.

“What do you mean, you pit spawned idiot? I just got here.”

Of course he knew what the fragging jerk was talking about, but Megatron knew how much it angered Starscream to be not taken seriously and the seeker always grew careless when he was angry.

“Don’t take me for a fool, Megatron! I know what’s going on between you and your little Autobot pet! You’re more of an idiot than I thought, old rust bucket, to bond with such filth!” he spit, but then stopped and took the time to calm down a little before speaking again, a little sensual smile playing on his faceplates. “But I must say that you have good taste. He was delicious and writhed and screamed so sweetly in my embrace … hummm, a real treat!”

Megatron almost drove his fist through the screen at that, but fought the urge down and instead just clenched his teeth and fists in pure and blissful rage. Oh, the things he would do to this little slaghead once he got his servos on him. He would torture him, then put him back together, then torture him a bit more and draw it again and again and again. First he would make him beg for his life, then he would make him beg to be just terminated and then he would give him time to heal only to start the circle again. He would make Starscream’s suffering, especially his suffering, and his death an example for every being that ever would play with the thought to take what was his.

“Fragging bastard! Tell me where you take you punishment like a mech, or are you too much of a coward to face me? Ah, but I forgot, I’m talking with the king of all cowards!”

“I am no coward!” Starscream protested screeching. “And I’ll prove it to you. I’ll send you the coordinates of where you can find your precious little Autobot-pet, but there is a condition!”

“I’m in no mood for your games, Starscream! Tell me where you are and I may consider keeping you alive … for a while” replied the silver tyrant harshly. Oh yes, he would let the other alive and in pain, much pain.

“As if I’d believe that. I’ll tell you where I keep Prime, but you have only two human days to get here and rescue him and if you fail…” the seeker leaned closer to the screen before continuing with a sickeningly sweet voice: “I’ll keep him as my personal little slave. I liked the taste of I had of him earlier and as for the brats ... well, I think I’ll keep them as my pets, or maybe sell them on the slave market. What do you think, will I get a better prize for them now or when they are a bit older?”

By now Megatron was seething, literally. How dare the little fragger to talk to him like that about his bondmate and their creations?! But he knew if he wanted his family – the word alone send shivers down his spinal structure – back safe and sound, he would have to keep his temper in check for a while longer. Still that didn’t take the steel cutting coldness out of his voice.

“Send the coordinates, Starscream, and then start praying for Primus to have mercy on your miserable little spark, because when I get you in my servos I will make you existence a never ending world of pain and horror. You’ll have the Pit to pay, little flier. Nobody threatens Megatron and gets away with it!”

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