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Hands	By : Neko234 Category: Transformers > G1 > Het - M/F Views: 1373 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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4/1/08

Megatron / Perceptor/ hands

Hands
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'Primus, he has such talented hands!' Megatron thought as the microscopes black hands ran up and down his body, examining the work the corostop had done. His fingers unintentionally teased the silver tyrant, making him suppress his groans of pleasure as he tried to will his body to stop shaking. Perceptor, the ever-curious scientist, was thorough in his examination of Megatron's body.

He had to be sure there was not a trace of the cosmic rust left, one unchecked part could spread like wildfire and consume Megatron with the deadly disease. And yet Perceptor didn't really understand why he was helping Megatron, despite his obvious inquisitiveness about the disease and Megatron offering a truce, there was really no other logical reason why he stayed.

Megatron bit down on his bottom lip, chewing on it until he drew energon blood. His body was heating up rapidly, as those nimble fingers began to probe at the silver cannon on his back. They stroked; up, down, side to side as Perceptor applied pressure to certain areas.

The black fingers deftly slipped into the barrel of the cannon, which caused Megatron to release a low grunt of satisfaction as he tried his hardest not to lean further into that touch. Perceptor quickly drew back his hand, as he looked down at the silver tyrant with worry in his blue optics.

"Megatron?" He asked, his voice quivering slightly with hints of fear and concern. The larger mech managed to get some sort of control over his body as he replied coldly, "What?" Perceptor’s optics widened slightly, he had expected to hear some hateful remark about how incompetent he was or how he was a pathetic coward tacked onto that statement.

The straightforward answer shocked him so he continued with a little less fear, "I… didn't hurt you did I?" Megatron's crimson optics narrowed slightly as he thought, 'Primus! More like torturing me into overload is more like it!'

The silver mech just growled and replied harshly, "Of course not you fool! Now hurry up and get on with it so I don't have to look at your pathetic Autobot face anymore!" Perceptor sighed softly, a little sad to hear Megatron's always-hurtful verbal abuse. He nodded then, lowering his optics continued to examine the patient.

Megatron's cooling fans whirled to life as those sinful fingers now probed at his thigh and it broke through the tense silence. Both mech's froze, while Megatron's body heated up even more as Perceptor’s hand lingered on his thigh.

The Autobot scientist was frozen with awkwardness and apprehension. 'If Megatron's cooling fans had come on like that it must be that he is heating up and if he's heating up he has to be...' Peceptor stopped in mid-thought, horror and slight alarm flashing through his brilliant sapphire optics.

He looked into the tyrant's face to see Megatron's eyes glowing dimly like embers of a dying fire, not powerful enough to burn badly but still dangerous. Lust and hunger swam through those bloodthirsty optics as Megatron stared at him unwaveringly.

Perceptor began to draw his hand away, but the silver bodied mech caught his wrist, his grip firm enough that Perceptor was unable to pry his hand away. A silver arm snaked around his waist, pulling Perceptor against Megatron's chassis as the larger mech took hold of the scientist’s chin with his free hand.

Megatron took in that face, those optics so full of fear and terror at what might be coming. It was delicious and the gun-Transformer drank in the sight like it was the sweetest energon. He suddenly pressed a firm and demanding kiss upon Perceptor’s lips, urging the hand he still had captured in his grip to stroke his chassis.

The Autobot's processor reeled as Megatron kissed him, his glossa forcibly parting his lips to plunder his mouth. He felt the smooth surface of Megatron's chassis under his hand, the tyrant’s hand guiding him to stroke the metal there. The teal and red transformer didn't understand why this was happening, or why he was still going along with it, but he complied anyway.

His black fingers stroked down Megatron's chassis, as he tried to pretend that it was only a scientific artifact that he was examining. The digits stroked long lines down Megatron's chassis, and then turned into gentle circles as they moved around on the silver surface with graceful precision.

Megatron released Perceptor’s chin, guiding the scientist other hand down to his thigh as he made the fingers stroke the delicate wiring on the inside of this leg. The kiss continued as Perceptor stimulated different areas of Megatron's body, slightly fascinated by the way the gun-Transformer reacted to each distinctive touch he placed upon a different area.

Megatron suddenly took hold of one of Perceptor’s hands again as he broke off the kiss. Blue optics flickered back on, though Perceptor couldn't recall when he had off-lined them. He lowered his gaze to where Megatron was guiding his hand and almost jumped back in fright.

The silver mech was removing the plating covering his codpiece and was guiding his fingers towards the hole there. The scientist’s body heated up, from embarrassment or arousal he wasn't sure. The teal and red mech had never touched anybody there before and it made him slightly uncomfortable, but the curiosity and arousal won out in the end.

Perceptor’s black fingers wiggled into the tight hole, searching around inquisitively as he felt tangles of wiring and tubes all clustered together rather painfully. Megatron hissed in satisfaction as he placed a hand on Perceptor’s hip, drawing the smaller mech closer.

The silver tyrant leaned up, again harshly kissing the scientist without so much as a warning, but this time Perceptor didn't mind as much. He was rather enjoying the feeling of having some power over the mighty gun-Transformer; it was exhilarating...His fingers cut expertly through the tight bundle of nerves, as he rubbed over delicate wiring.

Suddenly he touched a wire nestled deep within a bundle of sensitive nerves and Megatron broke the kiss, his breathing coming out in ragged pants as his cooling fans cycled faster. He arched into the touch, groaning for more contact.

Perceptor stroked the wiring, gently at first then increased in speed and pressure as Megatron gripped his arms. Groans of desire spilled out of his mouth as he bucked his silver hips into those sinfully magnificent touches. Warnings of imminent overload screamed through his vision, but Megatron paid no heed to them as he felt relief so close to his grasp.

Finally the silver mech felt overload peek and wash through him, frying everything inside his body as he experienced mind-numbing pleasure for a total of three minutes. A long, deep and drawn out moan tore through him as he clutched Perceptor for support then promptly fell limp against the other's chassis.

Perceptor was in total awe and not to mention arousal at how (dare he say it?) dangerously gorgeous Megatron looked in the throes of overload. He carefully pulled his fingers out of Megatron's wiring then put the plating covering the silver mech's codpiece back on.

He just stood there after that, and once a few minutes passed his arms came up to wrap around Megatron in an embrace. Once the silver tyrant had regained consciousness he did not pull away immediately, allowing the Autobot scientist to hold him in that warm embrace. Finally they pulled away and Megatron looked up at Perceptor with a devilish smirk as he said, "You have talented hands, my dear Perceptor."

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