Optimus watched Megatron. It was unusual to have this type of an edge so early in the war, but here the warlord was, all tied up on a berth.
"I suppose you want me to give you all my secrets now." Megatron smirked down at the Prime. Even though he was tied to a berth, he was at an angle. Stairs led up to him. Optimus was on the bottom stair.
"No. I want you to give me my virginity back." Optimus bared his denta at him.
Megatron laughed. It was truly laughable how cute Optimus could be, how naive... "I cannot give something like that back to you. You gave it to me, remember? Cute little Orion wanted to know what interfacing was, and pop went his seal."
Optimus grinned then, setting a seed of fear in Megatron that quickly blossomed. "That is okay. I will just have to take yours."
And then the Prime was on top of him, kissing and teasing the warlord's mouth open so his glossa could slip inside. Megatron groaned, unable to kick him away or shove him back down. He let the Prime's glossa roam his mouth, and he sighed at the string of oral lubricant that hung between their mouths.
"Always so eager to dominate, are you not, Megatron?" Optimus climbed back down, tapping various plates on the warlord's body before he walked to a table. Megatron turned his helm to see what tools waited for him. What he saw made his body heat up.
Optimus dangled a gag in front of his mouth. A red sphere that reminded Megatron of the stress ball Optimus had on his desk, a gift from happier times, was strung between two straps. Optimus secured the gag into place, poking the sphere deeper into his former mate's mouth. Megatron bit down into it, growling softly for show to hide his arousal. Perhaps Optimus did remember what made the warlord heat up.
He felt his oral lubricant drip down from the corner of his mouth before long and he tried to swallow, his glossa rubbing against the smooth surface of the ball. It tasted like Optimus, but Megatron couldn't decide if his glossa was recalling what the Prime tasted like or if he was actually tasting Optimus on this gag.
Optimus was rubbing his leg, rubbing up to his thighs before he untied his legs and parted them. Megatron sighed, thinking he could now probably squiggle free, but that was before a soft vibration appeared on his panel conceiling his valve. He arched away from it, squeaking into the gag what could have been a curse. That earned a scowl and a pat on his thigh.
"No cursing," Optimus said and he pulled the panel away from the valve, pressing the vibrating thing against his opening, making the warlord open up and stretch around the blunt end. Then it was gone and Megatron relaxed, panting and dripping from his spike.
"Optimus," he murmured, but the sound was muffled and distorted due to the gag.
The Prime either didn't hear him or was ignoring him. He smiled down at the warlord and patted his valve with his servo, rubbing it gently before two digits slipped inside.
Megatron arched up again, growling and squirming while the digits moved and twisted in his valve.
"Mm," Optimus sighed against the warlord's valve. "Was this what it felt like, Megatron? Being in control with me, the sweet little virgin, on your berth much like this?"
Megatron froze then. He remembered everything he had done to Orion, ever, and realised the Prime was taking it all out onto the warlord right here and right now.
"So, you have figured it out." He made a soft sound and pulled his digits out. Megatron relaxed again, staring at him with fearful red optics.
Of all the things he had done to poor Orion, there was a few things he wished he hadn't. Some of those must have been extremely pleasureable, but made a mess, and the others had been extremely painful and made a bigger mess. It seemed like Optimus was not holding back, and that thought was confirmed when Optimus lifted a whip.
When Megatron and Orion had been together, Megatron was interested in causing that strange mix of pleasure and pain. While a vibrator was shoved into the data-clerk's valve and set to the highest setting, Megatron brought the tassled end of a whip down and across his aft, back, and innner thighs. Orion had never screamed so loud in his life, and now it was Megatron's turn.
The vibrator was pushed into his valve and turned on so it buzzed inside him and on the berth, sounding like an angry Insecticon. The whip snapped across Megatron's hips, making the warlord groan. He loved this feeling: his valve stretched around something while it vibrated and the sudden flash of pain. It suddenly got uncomfortable, and he wished he could tell Optimus to give him time to relax.
His optics rolled back into his helm and dimmed as he overloaded.
"Dirty mech," Optimus growled softly. He dropped the whip and ripped the vibrator out of his valve. Megatron sighed. "How do you feel?"
Megatron twitched once and went still as a response.
"It wears you down, does it not?"
The warlord watched him with dim, sad optics. What had he done to this mech that he deserved this punishment? Oh, yeah...he abused him. Repeatedly. And laughed.
Optimus smirked down at him. "What else should I do to you while I have you here?" He stroked down the mech's chest. "Any opinion?"
Megatron gulped.
Honestly don't know where to take this. XD I've got another request for StarCee and I'm anxious to start this. If you guys have any idea for this, don't hesitate to suggest!
Oh, and since my birthday is tomorrow, I'll do little to no typing until either Sunday or Monday. XD Gotta give you guys some more reading material before then!