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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 8: And the trap closed…

The coordinates Starscream had sent him were situated on a remote island of the Hawaiian archipelago. It was a wild, untamed and dangerous area, full of organic threats like active volcanoes and deep jungles, but the Decepticon leader wasn’t one to be taken back by that kind of details.

After the contact with the little traitor had been broken, he hadn’t lost any time before gathering all information he could find about his goal. The silver mech was no fool and knew quite well that finding the island had been the easy part. He knew his second too well and wanted to be prepared for all kind of traps and twisted flips of the odds.

He sighed and cursed loudly, preparing to leave the moon base in his personal shuttle.

For now Starscream had the upper hand. He had Optimus and the knowledge of the area he was on and of course the seeker would try to stay as far away from the action as possible without losing control of his “game”. He was a coward to the core – what sickened Megatron the most – and in that one aspect completely predictable, but he was expecting him and had probably the most painful and unpredictable of traps prepared only for him.

The tyrant hated to be in this situation! He was to one to set up the traps, not be led into them!

‘Curse you, Starscream! Curse you to the deepest Pit!’ thought the silver giant angrily as he took of the platform and headed for earth.

The information he managed to download from the pathetic network called “internet” about the island he was going to said many interesting things, but the most important one was that three quarter of the land was covered in molten lava and active volcanoes. That was worrying, because Cybertronians, although made of an almost indestructible alloy on human standards, weren’t completely invincible and the heat of molten stone was one thing that could harm them. He could see why the humans had never colonized such Pit-like land. The mere heat of the air was sufficient to turn an organic into ashes in a minute … and him, too. It will just take longer. According to the calculations he had made he would have lost at least half of his outer shell within an earth day just because of the mere heat of the atmosphere there and then his circuits would follow. Starscream wouldn’t even need complex traps, just something that kept him long enough on that island.

‘Well, I’ll just have to get in and out in less than a day’ Megatron thought as he came closer to the Pacific Ocean.

In less than fifteen earth minutes he would reach his destination and then … well, he would figure something once he was there.

*~*

After cutting the communication with Megatron, Starscream granted himself a self-confident smile. He even chuckled a little, very satisfied with the turn the events were taking.

He had the upper hand, for now, and was intending to keep it that way. He would have Megatron crawling at his feet and begging for mercy before two Earth days were gone by. The thought alone made him light headed and he wanted to share it with someone else. Going up, he took the direction of the cell he had made up not far away from the control and communication centre he had build inside that cave.

He smiled as he thought of how tough it would be for Megatron to even reach that location. He had of course placed some well-designed traps along the way, but it would be the area itself that will bring the demise of the warlord. The entire island seemed to be made of tunnels and caves – actually it must look a lot like that milk product, cheese, a sort called “gruyere”, if he remembered correctly – formed by ancient and recent lava tubes. A huge underground labyrinth with truly impressive, natural traps. Starscream himself couldn’t have thought of something so twisted. Sometimes nature truly amazed him with its complexity and with the addition of his own self-made traps ... well, to keep it short he really didn’t wanted to be in his leader’s place when the other stumbled into the “welcoming comity” the seeker had prepared. The thought of Megatron’s face when he ran into them and the surprises left for him in the tunnels made him laugh openly as he entered the cell where he kept his prisoner.

Starscream didn’t expect the sight of Prime to ever lose its effect. He was so helpless, so gorgeous, in one word: irresistible. He was hanging loosely in his restraints, his weight supported by his writs only – that would be painful when he woke up – his head resting on his chest and his optics offline. He was recharging, but not very peacefully if the quiet humming and whispering was anything to go by.

Stalking over Starscream noticed dried tears on the Autobot’s exposed cheeks. He must have cried himself into recharge, and the jet couldn’t help but grin at the thought. He had managed to make the great Leader Optimus Prime cry like a frightened, little sparkling! Quite an accomplishment, if he could say so himself, and he wanted to try it again. Breaking the proud and fearless Prime promised to be fun and he was actually a little turned on by that thought.

Unintentionally the mainly white and red mech leaned a bit closer and then he noticed something. The first time when they had been this close Prime had been quite defensive so it had slipped the seeker’s attention, but now he could see quite well that, aside from the slight swelling of the other’s chest there was also an almost invisible bump the abdomen area.

Starscream frowned intrigued and lightly and inquisitive, almost gentle, placed a hand there, feeling the tiny lump of swollen armour. He couldn’t imagine why ... well, actually he could think of one reason, but the chances for that to happen were extremely low. On the other hand were they talking about Optimus Prime, the carrier of the Matrix of Leadership, also known as the Creation Matrix, and it wasn’t impossible, the seeker thought as he let a single finger traces the outline of the tiny bump.

Unlike the mammals dominating this planet Cybertronians build the bodies of their offsprings by a medic or their creators and when the spark had matured inside it’s bearer it would be put into the tiny spark-chamber, but in the academy Starscream had heard of some cases, one in special, where the sparkling protoform had been build inside his bearer-creator’s chassis all by itself. A process like that needed a lot of energy and uncommon circumstances, or at least that was what they suspected. Back in his academy orns a bearing mech had been locked deep down in one of the raw-energon mines. He had been thought to be terminated in the explosion leading to the burying, but he survived and so did the sparkling. The raw energon in the mines had given him both the energy and material to self-create a protoform, but it was still a rarity and even more incredible in this case, seeing that the Prime was carrying twins. It would take twice the amount of energy and materials and probably also more time than an average “pregnancy” and … the tiniest of movement under his finger interrupted Starscream’s train of thoughts and he couldn’t help but smile a little. That was cute, somehow. The sparks must have connected to the tiny protoforms over night, he hadn’t noticed anything, but then, he had been a bit busy.

“Keep your hands off me!”

The seeker was taken by surprise by the deep and tired voice that wrung him out of his musing and he complied without a second thought, taking a few steps back only to have Optimus glare down at him, still exhausted, but still notable angry. Quickly recovering Starscream grinned in amusement and crossed his arms on his chest.

“Had a good rest?”

“What do you want?”

“Not much, Optimus. I only wanted to see if you were comfortable, why so suspicious .... or are you afraid of me? You, the great Prime?” he dramatically put a hand on his chest and added mockingly. “My, my, Optimus, I’m honoured.”

The Autobot leader chooses not to answer to that taunting and instead asked: “What were you doing?”

Starscream smiled a little, realizing that Prime didn’t seem to know about the protoforms. Well, that wasn’t exactly surprising. They were still tiny, he had had troubles to feel the movement and his fingertips were sensitive. He smiled and decided not to spoil him the surprise just yet.

“Nothing, I was just playing around, that’s all. What can I say, you looked so beautiful in your recharge I couldn’t resist…”

Optimus felt a sudden heat on his faceplates and he looked away ashamed. He still felt filthy and ... used, because of what Starscream had done a couple of cycles before and he didn’t want to be reminded of that. The physical pain may be gone now, but the psychological scar would remain far longer.

Starscream decided to change the topic and, to be honest, Optimus silently thanked him for that.

“Your lover’s on his way, Prime. But don’t you worry; I have a lot of nice little things prepared only for him. He’ll never make it here. You should be happy.”

“You’re a sick and twisted piece of scrap metal, Starscream” swore the Autobot leader as he glared at the red and the white jet.

“Am I? Oh, well, nobody’s perfect, but you’re getting me wrong there. I have no intention of killing Megatron just yet … I want him to suffer a lot, to beg me to deactivate him, and only then will I grant him his request … or maybe not. Whatever, you’ll soon have a cellmate, Optimus, and I’ll let this old piece of slag taste my revenge fully!”

The evil and through and through insane laugh made the energon on Optimus’ lines run cold and send shivers down his spinal structure. They had declared the air-commander mad at more than one occasion, but now he started to fear it wasn’t just the usual talking, but just plain true. Now all he could do was hope that Starscream had underestimated Megatron once again and that his bondmate was resourceful enough to get through whatever traps the twisted jet had set up for him.

*~*

Upon arriving in the immediate surroundings of the island, Megatron was welcomed by a very nasty explosion shaking the shuttle and making him swear loudly. It didn’t take him long to discover what was going on.

Drones. Starscream had sent drones to take him down and not any sort, but war-drones. They were tough, destructive and very efficient, as to be expected of something Shockwave developed. Once programmed, they followed through with their order until they either succeeded or were destroyed in the process. Needless to say that the later wasn’t very likely.

The silver tyrant let out a stream of obscenities as the shuttle was rattled by yet another explosion, louder and worse than the first, when the drones fired bombs and lasers at him. A shower of sparkles rain on him from a circuit panel above his head and half of the shuttle systems went offline.

“FRAG!!”

His manoeuvrability was now almost inexistent, along with the stabilisator and the power of the main engines was down at 50%. For a moment the silver mech opted for abandoning the ship, but it still had more vigorous power than he.

Under more curses Megatron managed to redirect all the energy left to the engines and weapons from almost every other system, including stabilization and outer sensors, leaving him to fly and fight virtually blind.

Still the Decepticon leader had visual of three drones coming straight at him and locked the ship’s weapons on them as good as he could with only his own battle computer to help and fired. He hit one critical, which crashed into the second. Both went down in flames, but the third was still functioning and launched a missile in his direction.

Well, Megatron had no intention of being blasted to pieces by a mindless drone.

“Come here, you slagtard” he muttered under his breath, as the missile hit the right engine point black, disabling it for good. The poor little vessel shook as if it was about to fall in pieces, but the silver tyrant managed to stay airborne a bit longer, waiting for the drone to return into his view for another attack.

Good thing that Shockwave had never seen the need to give the drone any form of intelligence. They followed a predetermined attack pattern and would stick with it. It made them a bit easier to destroy and right now Megatron was really glad about it.

Megatron waited for the right moment before firing all he got at the drone, just as the drones launch his remaining missile on the shuttle. Both were hit critically and Megatron felt something hard and heavy strike his temples, sending him on the mangled floor. He saw the drone explode and then considered it better to “leave the sinking boat”, as the humans said, before it met the same fate. Ignoring his aching processors completely he kicked open the only hatch and jumped, not caring to look out for more drones. He had no time for that.

Not even ten nanoclicks after he had left the shuttle it exploded in a bright ball of fire and molten metal. Megatron activated his antigravity system and watched the remainders of his vessel fall into the ocean and impact with the land that looked just as inviting as the exploding vessel. In reality the island looked even more like a natural trap than on the pictures, especially from above.

Everywhere was fire. Rivers, waterfalls, even lakes of molten lava and fire spitting mountains made the mech wonder if the little speck of land was maybe a giant smelting pit without a single solid spot – a quite convincing image of the Pit itself – and somewhere in that raging inferno was Optimus.

Megatron flew above the inferno for a while, the heat making his metal skin tickle and ache uncomfortably even from this height. It wasn’t enough to cause real damages, though, not yet at least, but eventually it would.

Patience running thin now more than ever Megatron was close to giving up – he wouldn’t put it beyond Starscream to intentionally lead him to the wrong place – but he could sense his distressed bondmate comparable close by and then he spotted it: the dark entrance of a cave leading underground. That made sense, he had to admit reluctantly. There was no place to hide on the surface of that molten, so Starscream must have gone underground.

Megatron didn’t bother staying outside any longer and landed directly in the cave, only to discover that the heat was even worse inside. His cooling system came online almost immediately, trying to keep his body from overheating, but that didn’t stop him from slowly going deeper, although he stayed much alerted, taking in every detail in order to spot any trap before it hit him. With Starscream one never knew what to expect. Anything could happen and Megatron wasn’t willing to let the little slagger win, not now and certainly not later either.

The first mile was surprisingly easy, making the warlord even more suspicious. He had expected one trap right at the entrance and at least three more between here and there, but then he quickly understood why Starscream hadn’t thought it necessary to lay a trap in this part of the maze. Turning a corner Megatron stopped dead as he reached a pool of molten lava blocking his path. He was a little taken aback by the sudden delay and opted for searching for another way, when Starscream voice cut his retreat, probably through a speak since he couldn’t see the little coward anywhere.

“No, no, Megatron, no cheating” teased the mockingly cheerful voice. “Just going back would be a little too easy, don’t you think?”

A rumbling sound could be heard and a large rock fell from the ceiling and blocked the path from where Megatron had come. The seeker, he realised, must have planed this for a long while already and had just been missing a proper bait.

“Show yourself, coward!” bellowed Megatron threateningly. “Traitor, if you have any honour left, come here and face me one-on-one!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… Don’t take me for a fool, Megatron. You agreed to play my game and now you want to change the rules? Shame on you. I have the control, and I can do whatever I want to and there’s nothing you old piece of scrap metal could do about that – and don’t forget than I could kill Prime and the little bastard he’s carrying in the blink of an optic, you you’d be better off not to piss me off any further” scowled the jet, still mocking and taunting. “This is the first of many challenges I have prepared for you: you have to get to the other side of the pool without using your antigravity. I have installed a device to keep you from cheating and – just in case you have lost track of time – you only have 38 hours left”

With that the speakers went dead and Megatron was left fuming and cursing all evil known to Cybertronians and humans on the treacherous seeker.

“Slaggin’ glitch! If you dare to lay a single servo on him, I’ll scrap you limb from limb!”

In a fit of rage, the Decepticon leader blasted two of the speakers he had located during Starscream’s speech into oblivion with his fusion canon. Thought of murder and torture wandering through his mind, he tried to move the large rock blocking the path behind him, even blast his way through, but even using all his strength he wasn’t even able to make that chunk of rock budge a bit. Megatron had to accept that ahead was the only way, so the Decepticon swallowed his anger and studied the area carefully. There were some formations of solidified lava sticking out of the burning sea. Their surface was flat and they were close enough to reach the other side jumping from one to the next, given that they were solid and stable and that he didn’t slip. Even a Cybertronian couldn’t survive in a pool of molten lava; his armour would melt away in minutes, but thanks to Starscream he didn’t have a choice.

Megatron allowed himself the time to think this through one more time, then picked up some rocks – broken lose by his little anger fit – and threw one the first and on second thought also one on the second rock formation, storing the other stones in subspace to have his hands free. Only when nothing happened – and with nothing he meant no suspicious sound, no crumpling of the feet and no interrupted lasers – he braced himself and jumped. The first step was easy, he didn’t even stumble, so were the second and the third. Only three more to go; a good thought seeing that he was becoming dangerously hot as the breems passed and then that happened what he had suspected the whole time. A buzzing sound, making the warlord lift his head just in time to see four mini war drones – just as resistant as the big ones, but more flexible in their programming – coming from the tunnel in front of him. He barely had time to duck the first attack wave as the mini-bots flue over his head, almost sending him crashing into the next rock.

“Curse you, Starscream!” swore the silver tyrant as he got up and fired at the closest drone, making it crash into the lava, but the three others were coming back for another round. Megatron crouched on the rock, ready to send those drones into oblivion, but he was hit in the shoulder and stumble backwards, almost falling in the pool as he lost his balance for a klick, but he regained it quickly and fired back at the mini war drones. Another exploded in a million of tiny bits, the remaining two took up the chase. Showing skills of acrobatic and quickness he himself wouldn’t have believed he possessed Megatron jumped to the other side of the pool.

Once back on definitely safe ground he turned around quickly, dodged a blast to the head and shot the thrusters of the leading drone with his fusion canon, sending crashing first into the other, then both into the pool of molten lava. The Decepticon leader watched the room closely and then lowered his uncomfortable hot canon slowly. The “victory” – although it wasn’t a real one, since his opponents had only been mindless drones – but it left him in a slightly better mood. Still, when got his claws on the real target the seeker would pay dearly for what he put him, put them both, through.

*~*

From his control centre Starscream was enjoying the show shamelessly, laughing and mocking the efforts Megatron was putting to get through his first trial. At first the red and white jet had considered using only the natural trap that was the lava pool, but after seeing how easily Megatron was mastering it, he decided to make the challenge a bit more difficult by sending in the drones. After all didn’t he want the silver tyrant to think he was going to go easy on him.

When Megatron almost fell into the lava, Starscream cheered and respectively groaned disappointed when the other regained his balance, reached the other side of the pool and to top that also destroyed all the drones.

Ah, well, it has been as good show as anyway.

Turning in his seat Starscream grinned wickedly at the second mech present in the room. Optimus Prime seems a little sick in the tank after what he just witnessed and return the look with a murderous glare.

“Aw, what’s the matter, Optimus? You’re not enjoying the show? I must say I’m disappointed. I granted you the best seat after all!” snickered the twisted mech in a falsely hurt tune. Then he got up and walked over to the kneeling mech.

“Maybe you need to be a bit closer” he mused and pulled the larger mech to his feet, making him stumble closer to the screen where Megatron could be seen walking through yet another tunnel. Trashing and flailing the Autobot leader tried to get free from the jet’s grip, but it was no use. Starscream must have done something to prevent him from using his usually quite impressive strength, since it definitely wasn’t the sparklings fault. What, he couldn’t say, only that if he could he would have broken free from his restraints long ago and Starscream would have never be able to … The thought alone still made him sick.

“Don’t touch me, fragger!” he commended in his best “leader” tune, but it didn’t faze the jet a bit. “You will pay direly for all of this!”

“Now, now, stop struggling, Optimus. It’s not good for the sparklings” mocked the seekr and almost gently patted the other’s chest plates. Then he pressed him on the ground next to his chair and tightened the cuffs holding his wrists and ankles together on the armrests and legs.

“Now sit tight and keep quiet. You haven’t even seen the best part yet.”

*~*

It was easy to lose one’s track of time in the dark, but Megatron was sure at least two hours must have gone by since he ran into the last trap, another two since the first one. They had been simple; ground that suddenly gave in, rock avalanches, a waterfall made of lava he had had to get behind – one word: rock plate. Of course had every trap been tricky in their own way and the mini drones were starting to get on his nerves, but they still had been comparable to what he had expected easy to master and none of them had made him feel as uneasy as the current lack of any trap at all. The worst was yet to come, that much was sure, and Starscream must have something very wicked in mind for him, he just held it back, enjoying the thought that in contrast to Megatron he knew what his next “torture” would be.

Well, except for the heat and time the challenges and more importantly the dead ends had cost him, the Decepticon lord didn’t feel very threatened yet.
And he didn’t like it at all. The tension coming over their bond from Optimus’ side wasn’t helping either, but at least it pulled him in the right direction.

Another hour passed like that and then ... he couldn’t pinpoint what exactly, but something changed. It was only faint and he would have missed it completely if he wouldn’t have been twelve times more careful than usual. He stopped and looked around, puzzled.

The tunnel hadn’t change a bit for at least four miles and by now he sure it wasn’t something physical, but either a virus – where from he would have to wonder – or a chemical of some sort, probably spayed in the air around him. Now only a few chemicals had the potential to cause damage to a Cybertronian and Megatron was sure Starscream knew them all and had exposed him to one with a probably tranquilizing-effect.

Splendid.

Megatron started to feel a little dizzy and tried to run out of the contaminated area, but to no use. The chemicals must have been sprayed in all tunnels, he realised, with a low concentration, and only now he was starting to feel the effects.

The dizziness increased dramatically and Megatron fell to his knees, unable to keep his balance.

“Starscream, you… slaggin’ … coward …” the silver tyrant breathed as he felt his elbow fail to support his torso any longer and he landed on his face in the dirt.

The last thing he saw was a pair of not-Optimus-blue feet approaching and a disgustingly cheerful voice from somewhere above.

*~*

When he came back online, the first thing Megatron noticed were the cuffs restraining him, the second that pinned to a wall, dangling with most of his weight from only his wrists was by far the most uncomfortable position he had been in. Period.

He powered up his optics and first saw only red and blue on black and brown, then the shape of his bondmate became more clear. Without a second thought the first thing he did was to give him a throughout once over. Physically he seemed comparable well. All limps were where they belonged, minus the mask, no leaking fluids, no sparks to be seen anywhere, only his optics were too dim, indicating that he was underfueled, but the feedback he got from their bond was anything but reassuring. Optimus felt shame, hurt, anger and sadness – only the later directed at him, the rest mainly at himself.

“Are you alright?” he asked, concerned as well as relieve to see the other online radiating in his voice and through their bond.

“Mostly, but Starscream isn’t going to be once I get my servos on him!” Megatron promised them both with murder in his voice. “You?”

“Have been better.”

Well, that was more honest than the Decepticon had expected and actually were there a lot things he wanted to tell his bonded, but a certain seeker that just didn’t want to drop dead under his glare, chose that moment to make his presence known – probably the first good thing he had done in a very long time.

“Sleeping beauty finally awoke?”

“Starscream, release me at once!”

“No, I don’t think I’ll do that, Mighty Megatron. You look great as a trophy on the wall. Exactly like I wanted you, except for the body attached to the head, but that is something I can just as well correct later.” He then turned to Optimus and asked, mockingly: “What do you thing, sweetspark? Doesn’t he look great in that position?”

“You are so slagged, Starscream… I’ll dismantle you slowly! Just wait ‘til I’m free…” Megatron cut in harshly, pulling at his restraints, but they proved to be much more resistant than they looked.

Starscream only laughed and slowly came to stand beside Optimus, resting a blue hand on his chest and caressing it gently, teasingly. He licked his lips suggestively and send a wink in Megatron’s direction, before pressing a bit closer.

The silver tyrant growled and pulled harder at his restrains, but only succeeded in hurting his shoulder. Something seemed to be draining all his strength from him.

“Get your hands off him!”

“And why would I do such a thing, Megatron? Your mate his so tempting and gorgeous, candy to the optic ... I just want another taste of him, that’s all!”

Optimus seemed to shrink under the touches of the jet and he offline his optics, apparently doing his best to not react, but soon he couldn’t help but moan a little under the expert fingers of the twisted mech. The fact that Megatron was watching them closely, cursing and trashing like mad, turned Starscream on even more.

The bound Decepticon lord couldn’t do anything but watch has his bondmate getting raped once again. Optimus tried to block their bound, but traces of shamed, unwanted pleasure and self-loathing leaked through and mingled with helpless anger.

When he got out of this, Megatron swore, he would keep that Pit-spawned fragger alive so he could torture him for all eternity!

The horrible show found an end only when Starscream lived up to his name in ecstasy and lust and pulled the Autobot leader with him, only that the red and blue mech howled in pain, not pleasure. After that, the jet unwrapped himself from his unwilling partner’s frame and turned to face his leader, an expression of pure satisfaction and smugness on his faceplates.

“Ah, that was good… Now, if you’ll excuse me, dear leader, I have a call to make!”

Megatron screamed all obscenities known to human and Cybertronian kind after the seeker until he was out of earshot. Then he turned back to Optimus only to see the proud and fearless Autobot leader sobbing like a sparkling, trying to curl in on himself regardless of the impossibility of it in his current situation. His head was bowed, resting on his chest plates, devoid of all the greatness, authority and pride it had been help up with. Usually the silver mech would have found the sight pitiful at best, but with the bond now wide open again, he felt all the despair, the pain and the deep sorrow running though his mate, the self-loathing and the loneliness.

It was spark-breaking and maybe for the first time Megatron opened his side of the bond fully and send Optimus all his sympathy and love. He just couldn’t stand to see his Prime like that, he wanted him to know he was loved, madly, truly, deeply, that he wasn’t alone and would never be again. They were two now, four if he also counted the sparklings in already, and he found himself promising his partner everything he could think of through the bond. That they would get through this together, that he would get them out of here and if he didn’t Soundwave would find a way, he always did, and then they would make Starscream pay dearly. He painted out a future where they would end this suddenly very unimportant war and raise their creations together, promised all the things he wanted to be true and didn’t allow to be doubted even by himself. Maybe he would rescind half of that later and deny he ever said such things, but right now it were the truest words ever spoken, even if they couldn’t really talk though the bond.

The red and blue mech lifted his head slowly and looked at his (former?) nemesis amazed and disbelieving, then his features became softer and again energon tears ran out his azure blue optics.

“Thank you” was all he said and Megatron was convinced that he had never seen anything as beautiful as the small, loving smile ghosting over the Prime’s lips.

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