***OLD PROMISE***

Prologue: "Promise from God"

The young gladiator stood before the apartment´s doors, while he tried to collect his courage. It wasn´t easy for him, since he was deadly afraid of what was behind them. Or more correctly – of the mech, that waited him behind them. He heard the rumors that spread about him through the whole Kaon. Rumors saying that he was the offspring of Unicron. The strongest mech ever born, capable to destroy a whole universe. Other rumors said that if some planet earned his blessing, then for eons there won´t be any catastrophes of many eons… And these rumors, about that majestic blessing, was the reason, why he was send there. Because that mech was interested in him.

He sighed, realizing he stood there for a while now.

Let´s get over with it, he though then knocked.

"Come in."

The doors slide open and he walked inside. But just after a few steps he heard the doors close and the hiss of the locking mechanism.

He didn´t dared to turn around. He just stood there and while waiting he looked around. This apartment was from those luxurious and big ones in Kaon. If not the most luxurious on Cybertron, as he judged by those expensively looking decoration, furniture and that amazing view at Kaon. Everything was top-classed and just the best. He was never in such a place, his own home not even close to this, although he was one of the best gladiators ever born.

"Do you like it, youngling?"

He turned toward what must be the bedroom´s door. Standing there, in all his glory, was a mech like no other. The young gladiator immediately noticed a pair of long and strong wings at his back and a pair of golden horns that rested atop of his helm. He was taller than him at least by two heads, with a strong build body that would impress any warrior. He had handsome features that would charm any mech or femme their owner wanted to. His shining armor was gold and silver-blue colored and calm sharp optics were emerald green.

Nothing less from a god, thought the young gladiator, before he answered him, "It is lovely, lord Amon."

"Oh, you seem to know me, mechling," chuckled the mechanical god. "They told you about me, didn´t they, Megatronus?"

He nodded in response, never lifting his optics from the god.

"Very well then." Amon started to walk right to him. It took all of Megatronus´ will power not to back away. He just stood there and watched as the god came closer, until he was standing right in front of him. He kept his optics fixed to the bigger mech´s chest, not daring to look into his optics. At least not until Amon´s finger went under his chin and tilted his head upwards. But even then Megatronus refused to meet his gaze, optics turned to the side.

"Look at me, Megatronus."

The gladiator did so, shivering underneath the bigger mech´s intense gaze. Slag it, from this closeness those emerald orbs seemed to pierce right through him. It was as if they looked right into his spark and searched through his deepest secrets… He couldn´t bear that gaze. He turned his head away, optics fixed to the ground.

"You don´t have to be afraid, Megatronus," whispered Amon softly, while his hand stoke his cheek gently.

"I-I´m not a-afraid," protested Megatronus, mentally cursing himself for not controlling his trembling voice.

"Liar. I can see it clearly as a day. You´re afraid… very afraid…" Amon cupped his other cheek softly and made him turn around. Now he was holding Megatronus´ head in his hands. He leaned downward, closed his optics and pressed his forehead against the gladiator´s. Megatronus was blushing hard, his spark skipped a beat at that, not expecting the other mech to do it. And his spark skipped another beat when Amon opened his optics, this time their gaze much softer than before.

"Tell me, what you´re afraid of."

It wasn´t a command or a question. It was a request.

Megatronus shallowed hard, before he started: "I-I´m afraid of what will happen to me… I don´t know what to do… I… I have… I have never done it before…"

The god´s optics slightly widened and he pulled away. "You are untouched?"

Megatronus nodded, before he whispered: "I… don´t want to disappoint you, lord Amon."

The god just stared at him for a while, until he finally smiled softly and kissed the other mech´s forehead, much to his surprise.

"You are not disappointing me. Exact opposite – I´m impressed that such a beautiful mech like you still managed to stay virgin until now," stated Amon.

"B-Beautiful? Me?" Megatron hardly believe that somebody said it about him.

"Yes, you´re. Very beautiful," coed Amon and nuzzled his face.

Megatron felt his blush get darker, his spark beating fast as the god gently pecked his lips. His glossa slowly licked them, asking for permission to enter. Hesitantly Megatronus opened his mouth and allowed the god to fully kiss him, moaning softly against those more skilled lips and glossa. The god´s glossa explored his mouth, claiming his body through a kiss that started gently then slowly turned into a passionate one. The younger mech whimpered into it, unsure how to response. He tried to kiss back, by mimicking the way the other´s glossa attacked his mouth, but he wasn't nearly as good as the god himself.

After what seemed like eternity, Amon pulled away and both of them were panting hard. Megatronus´ knees were weak, but he didn´t fell and he realized that he was now pinned against the wall by Amon´s body. His hands rested against the bigger mech´s chassis, while the other held him around his waist.

"You seem more relaxed," smiled Amon and kissed his neck.

"Y-Yeah, I guess," Megatronus nearly jumped at the feeling of soft lips on his neck cables.

Suddenly Amon pulled away from him and held out his servo. "Let´s move somewhere more comfortable, okay?"

Megatronus hesitated, before he took his servo and let Amon lead him to the bedroom, which was just as spacious as the rest of the apartment. It had just as great view at Kaon and… a bed that was too huge even for two mechs their size. Amon led the young gladiator to it and laid him to its center, before he climbed atop of him.

Their lips met in another kiss, during which Megatronus carefully wrapped his hands around Amon´s neck. The god´s hands explored his frame, searching for sensitive spots, teasing them once found. That made the younger mech moan into the kiss and writhe under that gentle touch. He heard his cooling fans kick in, trying to prevent his quickly heating-up body from overheating. He also heard the bigger mech´s ones, which meant that the god was just as much aroused as him.

Megatronus could feel his lubricants soaking through his plating, and he slid them back. He squeaked when Amon´s exposed intimal area pressed against his, their hardened cables rubbing together. The young gladiator had to pull away, when Amon started to move his hips against his.

"A-Ah! P-Primus!" moaned Megatronus, completely vulnerable as wave after wave of pleasure spread through his body.

"Does it feel good?" moaned Amon, never stopping his movements.

"Y-yes… ah! Yes!" groaned the young mech, savoring the pleasure.

"I can make you feel even better," purred Amon while licking his neck cables, "Just lean back and enjoy."

He resumed liking, nipping and kissing the young mech´s neck, his hands resumed exploring the body, this time more focused and thorough than before. There was no place hidden to them. No place they would not find and tease, as they made their way down his body. Megatronus could only gasp and moan, writhing underneath that expert touch. Then he cried out and arched from the bed, when he felt the other´s servo wrap around his cable.

"A-AH?! M-My lord!" Megatronus cried out, confused at the unfamiliar, but pleasant sensation of having his cable touched by another. Then he threw his head back and cried out again louder, when Amon started to pump his length.

"You are so adorable, young one," cooed Amon into his audio. "I did good to choose such a lovely and beautiful creature like you. You are perfect…" He licked the young mech´s cheek, his pumping servo picking up the pace.

"I-ah! A-am n- ngh! …not b-beautiful-mmm!" protested-moaned Megatronus, his servos gripping his sheets, hips bucking against the other´s servo on his length.

"You are wrong, Megatronus." Amon pecked his lips. "You are beautiful." He slowly kissed his way from his neck, down his body, while whispering: "You are like no bot I met before… You are strong… beautiful… graceful… perfect… Every inch of you… is gorgeous perfection…"

Megatronus cheeks were glowing red from blush. Nobody had ever said anything like this to him. Nobody praised him like this and he never expected it from anybody… But right now a god was saying it, while making him feel the greatest pleasure in his life.

What was so special about him?

He was a mere gladiator that fought to survive. Just like others.

So why?

"Wha-AH?!" Megatronus´ thoughts were interrupted when he felt Amon´s lips at his cable.

Amon smirked up at him, before he licked the tip of his length, causing his hips to twitch and him to cry out. Then the gladiator screamed, when the god started to worship his cable, alternately licking and sucking it, pumping with his servo what he couldn´t fit into his mouth.

Megatronus was a squirming, moaning mess now. He held into the sheets, tugging on them as he tried to pull himself together.

Frag it, this wasn´t how he expected it to work out! He was expecting some heartless, cruel pounding, as the rumors said that Amon liked to play rough.

He wasn't prepared for the god to be gentle! He wasn't prepared for the god to go softly on him… to praise him… and definitely not for feeling such an amazing pleasure!

He felt a strange pressure in his groin, which grown as the god played with his cable. He knew that feeling, though it was never this big before. He knew that his overload was coming, but he felt it only grown and grown, not even near its peak. The gladiator let out a frustrated whine.

When would it end? When would he finally come?

Megatronus got the answer when Amon slowly pushed two digits into his port, twisting them upside and hitting a certain spot. He came with a scream, body twisting in blissful aftershocks. He was left panting hard and moaning softly, while Amon gently sucked him dry and his finders pumped, twisted and curled, stretching his quivering opening. The god took his time to prepare him since he this was his first time.

After a while, Amon pulled away and eased his fingers out, causing Megatronus to groan.

The god slowly pushed the gladiator´s legs wide apart and nestled between them, cable just in the right angle for entering. Megatronus couldn't help but whimper at this and look away, a stupid virginal worry entering his mind.

"Megatronus look at me," whispered Amon and took his face in his hands, locking his optics with the younger mech´s. "I promise that I will be gentle, but if you remain tense, it will only be painful. You have to relax, okay?"

The gladiator nodded and tried to do so. It helped a lot, when Amon leaned forward and kissed him. It helped him to calm down. Slowly all worries slipped from his mind and all that was left, was the bills the god made him feel.

Megatronus cried out when Amon started to push inside his valve. It didn´t hurt that much thanks to the god´s preparation, he was just startled by the sudden move. He just panted hard as the god kept pushing forward, then cried out again this time from real pain, as the huge member broke his seal and completely seated inside. The pain from his broken seal, send tears to his optics and made him clung into the bigger mech, silently whimpering into his neck.

Amon reminded still. He just hugged the young mech, caressed his helm and whispered smoothing words, between gentle butterfly kisses laid on his neck.

To Megatronus´ surprise, the pain left as soon as it came… or was it the god´s doing? Either way the pain passed away. All what was left, was a blissful feeling from such a closeness.

"M-My lord," moaned Megatronus.

"Are you ready?" asked Amon, kissing his forehead.

He nodded and nuzzled his cheek.

They kissed again and the god started to move, at first in a gentle, soft rhythm that caused Megatronus to moan and feel great. The great feeling only grew, when the god started to slowly picking up the pace. Each thrust was better than the previous one, each thrust travelled deeper than the previous one. And with the growing pace, so did the pleasure grow and Megatronus felt his next overload approaching.

"M-My l-lord… please!" begged Megatronus wanting more and moving his hips against the thrusting ones.

"Say my name," ordered Amon. "Scream it."

"A-Amon… Amon!" Megatronus complied and then he yelped, when the god grabbed his legs and pushed them against his chest, before he started to thrust in a lot faster and harder than before. And this time, he hit a spot that made Megatronus see stars. The young gladiator could only scream his lover´s name and curse, as he was fragged, hands clawing into the god´s thighs. The pace was now neck breaking, thrusts perfectly aimed to increase their pleasure. His optics rolled back into his helm, his processor overridden by pleasure, his hands squeezed the god´s thighs hard enough to leave dens.

And soon it became too much. He came, hard, and the god soon followed him, filling him with his lubricants. But the god´s thrusts didn´t fade after this. No. The continued in the same fast and hard rhythm, not giving the young mech time to catch his breath. He endure more and more overloads, the god not even near satisfaction, as he fragged him, until he could no longer take it. He passed out from exhaustion.

"Mega…"

Megatronus groaned, body shifting, but he didn´t online his optics. He was lying on top of something warm and there was a pleasant tingling in his port. He felt so relaxed. He wanted nothing more than stay asleep. Snuggling into the warmth, he was just about to fall back to recharge.

"Megatronus."

Finally recognizing the voice, he quickly opened his optics. His cheeks became red, when he realized that he was lying on top of Amon, one arm wrapped over his lover back, while the other caressed his helm in a smoothing manner. The god´s length was buried into his port and he held back a gasp, when a pulse came from the spike and travelled up his internal wiring.

"How are you feeling?" asked Amon.

"G-Good… my lord," replied Megatronus quietly.

"Are you sure? I didn´t hurt you, did I? I am sorry for going wild like that… You probably did not imagined your first time to be… like this."

Megatronus shook his head and blushed even harder at such a caring tone and buried his face into his chassis. "It… better than I would ever imagine. It was amazing… my lord…"

"… Is that so? I am glad." Amon slightly tightened his grip around his waist, but his tone seemed more relaxed.

"Are you… satisfied by how I… my lord?" asked Megatronus carefully.

"You did wonderful. I feel satisfied, youngling. More than ever before," whispered Amon caressing his cheek gently.

Megatronus nodded, feeling an odd joy from the god´s words. It was a unique feeling of happiness, like never before.

They lied together for a while, none of them making an attempt to move. Megatronus enjoyed the god´s warmth, listening to the steady rhythm of the immortal spark beating. He was slowly falling back into recharge, when he heard the god let out a deep sigh.

"Is something wrong, my lord?" asked Megatronus and looked at him.

"Nothing, I was just thinking," answered Amon with another sigh.

"About what?" Megatronus asked, before he realized that he has nothing to do with the god´s things. "I´m sorry! I-I shouldn´t have…"

"That is alright," the god rubbed his head gently, "I just thought about some responsibilities. And some things I would need to take care, after tomorrow I leave Cybertron…"

"You are leaving, my lord? This soon?" For some reason, Megatronus didn´t like that idea.

"I have to. There are many things I must take care of."

"I see," Megatronus couldn´t help but sigh and nuzzle into the warmth that would leave him the next day.

"I apologize for making you worried… and for leaving this soon." Amon turned his face to look at him, before he leaned forward and kissed him gently. "You earned this planet my blessing and you helped me to forget my worries. Even if just for a little while. I want to reward you somehow. Ask for anything and I will give it to you."

Megatronus blinked in shock. "Anything… my lord? You mean it?"

"You have my word. And I always keep my word," Amon looked serious, which send a shiver down Megatronus´ back.

The young gladiator looked away, thinking.

What could he ask from a god?

He already fulfilled his job and earned the blessing, as the god said… He wasn´t power-hungry and he knew that even if the god did something, some things would never change on Cybertron. Some things that will remind the same.

Should he ask for money and chance for him and his dear friend, Orion, to leave Cybertron freely?

No, he couldn´t do that. It was selfish and Orion had his life and… they had nowhere to go.

What could he… wait, there was something that would make him somehow happier than anything other.

"Please, meet me again," whispered Megatronus, looking into the god´s optics.

The god raised and optic ridge. "What do you mean?"

Megatronus hesitated, before he said: "You… You acted to me, like none before, my lord. You were kind and… acknowledged my inexperience. And you… you took care of me and gave me a really wonderful time. I cherish you for that. And… and would miss you, since you´re leaving. And it might sound wired, but that´s why I… I want to meet again someday in the future. I hope I´m not asking too much, lord Amon."

The god looked at him in disbelieve. "Are you… sure?"

The young gladiator looked at him and nodded.

Amon watched him in a silence, probably thinking over the odd request, then he smiled and before he kissed him, he whispered: "I promise."