Author's Notes: Okay, I feel fucked. And I didn't even get laid! I'm sorry to all fans for deleting the "From the Abyss" story, but hopefully it will come back to life when I have more of an idea as to what the hell I'm going to do with it. Dollface is also on hiatus until I can get more inspiration for it. Without You is finished so no bitching about that one. Inner Wars is probably going to join From the Abyss in the graveyard if I don't get my pitiful act together.
And so, this is going to be my big pride and fucking joy until then. I'm working in the TFA verse because geeky little Perceptor with his glasses, but I'm using the voice from the G1 series. So screw me, I happen to like Perceptor's voice in G1 and I happen to like TFA Perceptor's design.
Lovely. On another note, I'm a review whore so please review if you read this, I like seeing them in my email, good bad, whatever, they are welcome and cherished.
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Chapter based off the Song "Bathwater" by No Doubt
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Perceptor sighed as he walked through the sparse forest, looking around him appreciatively. He loved Earth's nature, so green and fresh. The seasons were also something he enjoyed, with their changing of earth's fauna. The first time he had experienced Autumn and Winter he had thought that Earth was dying and had panicked. Spike had laughed and explained to him that it was a regular occurrence on earth that the seasons change over the year.
Earth was such a wonderous place, Perceptor actually hoped (guiltily) that the war wouldn't end, just so long as he was able to stay here.
"Whoops!" Perceptor tripped and stumbled, trampling through a small, muddy stream and caking himself with the vile smelling substance. "Though some things about Earth, I could live without." His light cannon was spattered, so was his chassis and his legs were fairly caked with mud. Apparently to a regular sized transformer the stream wouldn't have been that deep, but Percy was much smaller than most transformers.
Looking around, the Autobot scientist saw a fair sized waterfall trickling nearby into a pool of water. Perfect. Unlatching his light cannon, Perceptor washed that off first before placing it on the rocks surrounding the pool. Slipping into the water, Perceptor began to wash his chassis, unaware of a pair of violet eyes watching him.
Megatron had been out to blow off steam when he had seen the small scientist. Midway through his private rant about incompetent subordinates and Primus fragging Autobots, the warlord had spotted a gray and red chassis amongst the Earth greenery. Following silently, the Decepticon had seen the other transformer stumble through the mud. He couldn't see the chest, so faction was left undetermined until a later time. Watching the smaller transformer, Megatron couldn't help but let his optics wander appreciatively down the small frame. When was the last time he had seen something so nice and said attractive person hadn't tried to kill him on more than one occasion (Starscream was a looker, he would admit that much, but not to the jet's face)? Come to think of it, when was the last time he had gotten a good, decent 'face? Megatron's optics widened as the microscope began to clean himself, trailing hands down soiled legs to get the mud off. Megatron felt his vents kick in when he saw the Sutobot insignia. So… Have the Autobots gotten attractive? Megatron stifled a groan by biting one of his knuckles, optics glued to the Autobot's chassis as small hands trailed over it, making sure to get all mud off. When one of those red hands trailed over that aft, Megatron couldn't resist anymore. He'd been around sex-crazed seekers for far too long without getting any and he'd be damned to the pit if he was going to pass this up! Megatron came up behind the Autobot and placed his clawed hands on the thin hips.
Perceptor jumped in surprise, turning to see Megatron leering down at him.
"Megatron!" The scientist tried to pull away, but the Decepticon leader seemed to have different ideas as that large hand slid around to grasp Perceptor's aft.
"Autobot, you have two choices so far." Perceptor trembled and stared up at Megatron, feeling his pelvis grinding against Megatron's as the Decepticon pulled him closer by his aft. "You can submit now and remain in one piece throughout this experience. Or you can fight, and I will interface with the leftover parts."
Perceptor trembled and clenched his hands against the broad chest, tilting his head and revealing his neck in a submissive gesture. Megatron grinned and dove, sucking on the neck cables and wires, his glossa flicking out every so often. Perceptor gasped and arched, clutching the gray helm of his assailant. It felt good, he hadn't expected that.
Megatron smirked as he pulled the Autobot's glasses off, trailing his glossa up the bridge of the small nose before kissing those delicious looking lips. The Warlord felt his body overheating at the small gasps and moans from his captive and had to reign himself in. If he wasn't careful then they'd both get nothing but an unsatisfactory overload and that just wouldn't do. Megatron grinned as he pulled away and lifted the smaller mech until long legs wrapped around his waist, clinging to him like a lifeline before resting the mech on the rocky banks of the small water hole. Grasping Perceptor's thighs, Megatron began to slide his hands up the slim legs, one hand cupping the Autobot's pelvis before continuing up to the examination tray on his waist.
"Since you know my name, Autobot, why don't you tell me yours?" Megatron growled against the other's audials, causing the smaller mech to tremble slightly.
"P-Perceptor! My n-name is P-per-ceptor!" The Autobot keened and arched when Megatron licked the brackets on the slim shoulders while toying with the dials at his elbows. "Me-megatron!" The silver transformer groaned at the wanton cries of the Autobot, grinning as he ground his hips against the smaller mech's.
"Nice… Keep doing that…" The larger mech growled and Perceptor whimpered at the vibrations trailing through his chest from the words. Megatron groaned as the friction opened his codpiece, revealing his interfacing cable and port. The Autobot whimpered at the feel of the hardening cable against his own crotch, unconsciously opening his own codpiece. Megatron grinned and leaned down, tracing a finger over the heated, lubricated valve.
"So aroused already?" Perceptor whined at that, trying to pull away from the touch, but Megatron only held his hips more firmly. "So naieve… Innocent… Young…" Megatron purred as he thrust his finger into the valve, causing Percy to arch and gasp loudly, optics offlining. Megatron growled, feeling his spark pulsing erratically as he prepped the valve. When Perceptor seemed sufficiently lubricated, Megatron pulled his fingers out, pressing them to the younger mech's mouth, sliding them in and stroking around inside the hot mouth.
Perceptor suckled on the fingers, moaning as he felt Megatron press his cable tip to the valve. He knew that this was wrong, that he really shouldn't be doing this, but in his current state, supine beneath the Decepticon leader while the most wonderful sensations shocked through him, he couldn't bring himself to care. Megatron grunted lowly before thrusting his entire cable into Perceptor, causing the scientist to shriek loudly, arching in pain as the huge cable stretched the delicate tubing of his interface port.
Megatron roared in pleasure, grasping Perceptor by the waist as he felt his jack plug into the tight port. Almost instantly the Autobot's own cable pugged into Megatron, causing the larger mech to grunt in pleasure as he pressed their bodies closer. Perceptor whimpered, feeling his chestplates vibrate softly, preparing to open, spark begging for a bond. This was the dangerous thing about interfacing: unbonded mechs would find their sparks ultra-receptive to their partner and it would take massive amounts of self control to prevent a bond from being formed, the reason Perceptor had planned on saving himself for the mech he wanted to bond with. As red chestplates parted to reveal a light blue spark, Perceptor realized that this was not to be the case.
Megatron felt his own chestplates open, revealing his darker spark to the younger mech. Perceptor whined and tried to pull away, but was held fast by strong, large hands.
"S-stop!" Perceptor moaned softly, trying to force thick fingers off of his hips and waist. Megatron moaned at the friction the struggle was causing and his spark casing parted, the blue orb pulsing faster and harder, the heat stimulating Perceptor's own spark casing. Against his will, the small microscope's spark was bared to the Warlord, keening as it tried to reach for the darker spark lingering only inches from its host. "Please, stop!"
Megatron moaned as he leaned forward, crushing their chests together with a crunch of metal. Perceptor's optics flickered and he began to jabber constantly, different languages melding together into a stream of gibberish. Earth languages, cybertronian dialects, anything that the overloading processor could recall. Megatron moaned as his spark melded with Perceptor's, swelling with energy until it couldn't contain anymore and sent a jarring pulse into the smaller mech. Perceptor writhed underneath the decepticon, gray fingers curling into Megatron's shoulder-vents as he thrashed, Megatron capturing thin lips into a searing kiss.
Overload knocked them both offline, Megatron slumping against Perceptor, still half submerged in the water.
When Perceptor came around he was acutely aware of a soft murmuring nearby and a heavy weight on his chest. Onlining his optics he saw Megatron still offline ontop of him and immediately closed his optics, shuddering. So it hadn't all been a bad dream. Perceptor tried to set his thoughts straight, focusing on that muttering voice in his processor. He could ahve sworn that it was Megatron's voice, but the other mech was out cold. So what was...
Then it all came back. With jarring clarity. Perceptor trembled, his internals seeming to freeze. He had interfaced and bonded with Megatron. The Microscope covered his face and moaned, humiliated and horrified at the memory. This was why he had wanted to save himself.
A low grunt caused him to online his optics and look at Megatron, who was stretching slightly ontop of the smaller mech. Violet optics stared down at Perceptor, unreadable as the chiseled face. Perceptor trembled. He was bonded to his nightmares. Clawed fingers reached up to cup Perceptor's chin, tilting it slightly and holding the gaze.
"You are mine, Perceptor." The scientist trembled and Megatron continued. "Faction be damned. You will never," Megatron's free hand grasped Perceptor's codpiece, causing the smaller mech to arch into the possessive touch. "Touch another mech like this again." Perceptor's lower lip trembled and Megatron smirked before leaning forward to capture that lip component between his own, nipping softly before clamping his teeth down onto it until he drew energon. Perceptor yelped and pulled away, covering his bleeding lip with a slim hand. "You will come back here tomorrow night." Megatron stated, matter-of-factly, taking his mate's hand and squeezing until Perceptor gasped in pain. "Alone." The silent "or else" didn't need to be said as Megatron stood, pulling Perceptor up also.
To Perceptor's surprise, once they were on their feet, Megatron replaced the yellow glasses on the younger mech's face and looked him over. Megatron smirked and slowly brought Perceptor's hand, still clutched in his own, up to his lip components, kissing the back firmly before releasing it and turning to transform and leave in a flare of afterburners. Perceptor felt himself sway before he slumped against a tree, shaking gently. He noticed his light cannon on the ground and picked it up, latching it onto his shoulder bracket once more. He wouldn't come back, he didn't care what Megatron did to him, he wouldn't indulge the murderous Warlord.
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A/N: And that is chapter 1! Review people, I like a full inbox!