This is a one-shot that I came up with when I was feeling unheard by my family members. If you want me to change the rating, just let me know. But this is as detailed as I will get, ever. It's also the first story I've written that's Transformers and doesn't have Optimus Prime as an actual character, even though he's mentioned. Enjoy, and please review!
"Starscream, leave now," Megatron says to the seeker. I watch Starscream bow; giving me a disapproving look. I shrug from my position behind my lord and master Megatron. It isn't my fault that I was reformatted to look the way I do now.
"Of course, my master," Starscream responds. He straightens and leaves the room. That leaves me and Megatron.
"My lord," I call to him gently. He turns to me, a feral look in his optics.
"On the berth now," he orders. I do as he asks, lying down while leaving more than enough room for him. "It's time for me to prove that I own you."
"I am yours alone," I respond, altering my voice to sound deeper as I know he prefers. He growls as he positions himself almost on top of me. A knee is on either side of me. He drags an open servo over my slim waist, tracing the blue metal that makes up the sides of my thighs. He presses his helm against mine. I hear him inhale my scent, even though we have no need of air. Besides using it to cool our systems. But Megatron wants me to squirm. I play my part and pull away from him. I move my hips away from his servos. Once more he growls as he sinks his claws into the metal of my thigh. He digs until I gasp in pain and feel Energon dribble from the site. He pulls the claws away then, and licks the Energon from them.
"Ah... your taste is... delicious," he purrs. For a moment he traces the flames of my plating that protects my abdomen. He drags a single talon across the paint with a smirk. I hear the squeal of metal on metal, and I know he's removing the top layer, leaving a silver line as a sign of the fact that he's showing me attention. I will have to repaint that once he's finished. I must remain spotless for him, or he will punish me. I have long since lost count of the number of times he's done so. The scars cover my frame; some beneath layers of paint, others standing out no matter how hard I try to hide them from sight. All because of that pit forsaken temper of his. But no matter what happens, I belong to him. For he has broken me.
Though I feel no pleasure, I force my frame to heat to imitate it. I revv the engine of my alt. mode, which is a large human vehicle referred to as a semi truck. Megatron's own engine roars to overpower mine. He traces the engravings that mark the metal of my face. He begins to kiss the lines in my neck while I writhe beneath him as if I'm trying to buck him off. His touch is gentle around my face and neck, though it becomes tight and harsh where he grips my legs. I allow him to have access to whatever he chooses, despite the fact that I hate every moment of it.
Once, when I was much younger, I dreamed of love and having a bot be mine. To be my sparkmate. But that will never happen. I am but a possession to Megatron. A toy to play with while his true desire hovers just out of reach. I am a stand-in until the real bot lays before him, broken, as I am, and ready for Megatron's use. I know I'm being used every moment that he touches me. I'm almost certain he's forgotten my name. I am a name-less femme drone reshaped in Optimus Prime's image to the Decepticon leader. For he ordered his medics to take my body and rebuild it to look exactly like Optimus Prime. The only things that are truely mine are my spark, which Megatron will not even look at, and my vocalizer, which is modified to be able to reach the same sound as Optimus'. But I am not him. I never will be, and Megatron knows that even as he takes me. For I know, even though he acts almost loving, he doesn't care about me at all. He claims my lips with a gentle caress. I near tears as my thoughts turn to the fact that Megatron took everything from me. His kisses are passionate, but empty. Just. Like. Me.