Hey loves !

This is the first time I've attempted to write an actual story out of nothing, so please forgive me at times. It's set in Bayverse, but I'm including more characters, and not everyone's dead. Picture events happening right before The Last Knight. I'm debating writing a prequel or two, but I refuse to start on them before I finish this one. I'm trying to make it as smooth as possible, and I'm going to do my best to avoid A/Ns. I'm working on avergae 60 hours a week, and school is going to start up soon, so please forgive if my updates aren't quick. I'm doing my best, I promise. Don't be afraid to review, I'd love it ! Criticism welcome !

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OP13

There's only three things in this universe that I know for sure.

Megatron is a pit-spawned, backstabbing son of a bitch that has no soul, no conscious, and no real feelings for anyone besides himself.

The Autobot's should've won the war. The reason for the loss wasn't anything other than them being human. Megatron discovered their weakness, and used it against them, finally.

Ravage will always catch you, and return you to the Oh-So-Mighty Lord Megatron.

I mean, I don't know how she does it. I'm a human, I'm small. Yes, she's about the size as I am, but that doesn't mean I can't sneak around him. I don't understand how the fuck she can see me crawling through all this junk.

"Ravage, let go!" I tried to yank my shirt straps out of her mouth, only receiving a ferocious growl from the disgusting feline. "Oh, bite me you pussy. Everyone knows better than to harm Lord Megatron's most favorable slave."

"Ravage: report," his droid of a master reported, directly the same time as the door to the command room swished open.

"And what has the cat drug in?" Starscream's screechy voice cried out, leaning down from his perch to glare at me. The puss in question tossed me on the floor, circling around me to keep me confined.

"Little fucktwat," I spat at her, taking in no consideration of who else was in the room.

"Slave," the traitorous shit silenced me. As much as I hated the mech, didn't mean I particularly enjoyed when he was mad me.

Which was all the time.

"Human femme: found in energon supply closet," Soundwave reported, ever so faithful, ever so loyal, ever so boring.

Lord Megatron pinched his nose between his fingers, a preference to his usual booming rage. "Again?"

"I wouldn't have to if your little minions would give the autobots enough fuel!" I shouted back at all the glares I was receiving, standing to give me some leverage against these beasts. "I can't just let them starve! You need to-"

"Such big words for such a tiny little creature," Starscream sneered, taking a finger and not-so-gently shoving me to the ground. The other members of the Decepticon ranks gathered around the table snickered.

I stood, brushing myself off and righting the minimum amount of clothing I was permitted to have, turning to shoot a wicked grin at the con. "If I recall, Screamer, 'Tiny little creature' wasn't what you were calling me a few nights ago,"

This time, the snickers were loaded and directed at the despised seeker, said con fuming with rage.

"Why you littl-"

"Starscream!" Lord Megatron's voice halted any movement, and silenced any laughter in the room. "That won't be necessary,"

"Killjoy," I muttered, turning back towards the almighty Lord. He sat in his throne - imagine that - a single hand resting on the autobot at his pedes.

I wasn't owned by Megatron directly, no. I didn't get that pleasure. Though, all slave's were his Rudeness', and we were only loaned to the other cons, in appreciation to their loyalty. As soon as they were proven to be unloyal, their slaves confiscated, and either forced to work, used by his Lord, or given up to work in the mines. But no, Lord Megatron was very satisfied with the single autobot that he claimed at his own, who was constantly at his side, and whom no other decepticon was permitted to touch, or even look, without his direct consent.

The great Autobot leader: Rodimus Prime.

After Megatron paraded him around Cybertron's streets, along with all of his high commanding officers, and yours truly, placing the cause of the war squarely on him and the other Prime.

There was a public flogging of all autobots, though the one of the great Primes was the most viewed, most attended, and longest of all. Most of the decepticons had cheered, encouraging Megatron to keep going until the autobot dangled from the pole by his wrists alone, forced into stasis.

Through the whole ordeal, he never uttered a single sound.

At first, I've heard, Rodimus was very rebellious against Megatron's commands. The instance made in the city square was repeated multiple times in the confines of their rooms, with the same results. He was very much like me, in the beginning.

But then they started executing Autobots.

One by one, Megatron executed five of our friends, and forced our Prime to watch. He, apparently, had to bound to the floor in rope, metal, and stasis cuffs, just to keep him at bay as they were in progress. The autobots were hand picked by Megatron specifically. Most of the bots closest to Prime were already selected and given to some of his command, being rid of them would hurt Megs more than not. Slingshot, from the aerialbots, was chosen to break up the bots, keeping them from forming Superion. Hot Spot, to keep the two medics that we had left listening to their master's every word for fear of sharing his fate. Moonracer, to keep the femmes at bay. Bulkhead, because it finally drove the rest of the Wreckers into silence; though, weather it actually worked or if they're just plotting their revenge, no one is sure. And finally, Ultra Magnus. He was the final one, the one that finally silenced Rodimus. Now, he no longer fought his masters command. He is always doing the best that he can, to try and keep the rest of his autobots safe.

I am the only one who can talk with him, and I was there in the weeks following the executions. It has destroyed Rodimus, knowing that he is the reason for the deaths of his friend. He is the reason that they're dead. If only he'd just listened in the first place, they'd still be there.

And no matter what anyone said, this is what he believed.

"What are we going to do with you, slave?" Lord Megatron vented a sigh, watching me curiously as he stroked Rodimus' helm.

"You could just kill me," I shrugged, kicking the non existent dust and shoving my hands in my not pockets.

"Allow me to do the honor," Starscream sneered, activating his blasters and aiming it dangerously close to my skin.

I didn't even flinch.

Megatron had his own fusion cannon powering up the next moment, aimed directly at Starscream's helm with a loud order to stand down.

Reason I don't fear? I'm too valuable to old Megsy.

Makeshift? Does that sound familiar? Well, that's my daddy. My momma? Human. She had no idea who she was fucking, but she did. I was born, An adult about three months later, and now I'm frozen currently. Shockwave is apparently still running studies on my blood/energon, but even he is confused.

Best part? I inherited some of his amazing abilities. By some, I mean my silent steps, and the ability to make myself unseen.

Whereas with Mirage, they could alter his frame, planting controls in his collar, so that he can't operate said command anymore. Myself, though, am a squishy, gross human. They can't keep me from disappearing so easily. But Lord Megatron has deemed me to valuable to get rid of.

Plus, he's trying to pay his respects to the apparent war hero that was once my father. May he rust in pieces.

Starscream lowered his blaster, grumbling something under his breath that I had chose to ignore.

"Astrotrain reports that he can no longer keep up with you and your antics, human," his greatness snarled at me again.

"Imagine that," I mumbled. "The shit can't even himself, let alone another being."

"Soundwave. How many is that now?"

"Human femme: two seeker masters-"

"You can't even count them as Masters," I interrupted, Soundwave pausing slightly and Ravage growling at me. "Screamey and Crackerhead didn't even do anything." I could hear the jet engines rumbled with rage, myself smiling.

"-the combaticons, the constructicons, and now Astrotrain," the droid finished.

I smiled lightly at my extensive list of conquests. After I discovered that I was more useful alive than dead, I no longer feared what they did to me. My favorite game: how to escape the shitheads and explore. Most of the time the goal was to get more energon for those in need. Like it was today.

Most of the time I failed the last part of the game. Like I did.

"Suggestion,"

At this, even myself gaped openly at the monotone that spoke next. I even saw Rodimus quirk an optic ridge.

"Yes, Soundwave?" Megsy asked with a quizzical look on his face. "What is it?"

"Human femme: released with Soundwave. Reason: Ravage only one who can catch her. Also: maybe can train in methods others failed at,"

"Oh no," I petitioned immediately. "No way am I going with him just to be the pussy's play thing all day. I see enough of her when I don't want to, I don't think I could deal with her all day long."

Unfortunately, my complaints fell on deaf audios.

"If you want her, Soundwave, she is yours." My mouth fell to the floor. "Though I don't understand why you'd want her,"

"Soundwave: skilled in training stubbornness out. Example: Ravage. Frenzy. Rumble-"

"We get it! Your little hellions were once even better at being hellions,"

Ravage growled at me, arching her back slightly. I responded in the same manner, hissing at the larger cat without any fear.

"Very well, Soundwave, she is yours," Megatron relaxed back in his throne. "You may come receive her tomorrow morning."

I froze. What?

"She will remain with me for the duration of the night. Slave," he smacked Rodimus upside the helm, shoving him away from the throne. "Fetch and take to my room. I will join after the meeting."

The red and Orange flamed mech said nothing as he quickly walked over to me. I was about to protest, but those blue eyes silenced me quickly. I wasted no time stepping into his offered hand, carefully holding onto those gentle but scarred fingers as he lifted me and carried me away.

o.O.o

It wasn't until we reached the safety of Megatron's quarters that the silence finally broke.

Rodimus was glaring at me, myself right back with my hand on my hip.

The silence was heavy, but neither of us was willing to break the silence.

Yet.

Master would be coming.

"The silence is suffocating, isn't it?" I quirked, the side of my lip turning up in a sly smile.

Rodimus vented a sigh, before dropping to the floor, his knees folding under him, like I'd come to understand Megatron to like his slave when he was waiting for him.

"Why do you do this, Circuit?" he pleaded, his voice weakened. He still held the firmness of it, and on the occasion that he'd shout, it still brought every bot in the room to attention. But this? This pleading? It wasn't the same Rodimus.

It broke me to hear him like this.

"Don't use that voice," I argued, resting a gentle hand on his face. "You know why I do what I do,"

"What if he does the same thing to you that he did to me?" he pleaded, leaning into my touch. "Who will they choose?"

"Rodimus," I eased gently. "I won't. Whereas I am defiant and rude and won't listen, whenever they get me into bed I obey, and that's all they really want. After enough force is provided, and after enough mech's are threatened, I obey. They know that. You know that. Everybody knows that. It's okay. They won't touch me."

He vented a sigh in frustration again, before nodding. "What were you doing this time?"

"Getting more energon," I sighed, crossing my arms and plopping a seat on his palm. "Ironhide's levels have been consistently below the add line, and Optimus always needs more." I didn't miss the flicker of hope at the names. "I was also going to bring some to you, you've been running low as well,"

Rodimus' optics softened once he realized what my intentions were. I didn't disobey the decepticons for the sole purpose of my enjoyment; who likes being raped?

Well, there's a fetish for that. To each their own, I guess.

"How is Optimus?" He strained, his optics larger than before.

After his flogging, Optimus was sent downstairs, to Megatron's dungeon, or whatever. I am the only Autobot that sees him, and thats only because its my first stop after I escape, which is often. With my masters, I usually trade my obedience for visits, so they'll take my down there. He is kept at the lowest energon levels possible, and whenever Megsy has a bad day, he becomes a punching bag. Whenever the bots used to rebel against their masters, in the beginning of the arrangement, every morning, Megs would produce a showing of Optimus' flogging, where he received the punishments of every Autobot the day before. Ratchet and I were the leading troops encouraging peace throughout the Autobots, in order to cease the beatings. Then I encouraged keeping the rest of them from seeing the loved Prime. Megsy thinks it's to keep them from him. Real reason? They don't need to see the condition he's in. It'll start a war all over agaIn.

"He's been better," I sighed, offering a gentle smile.

"He's coming," Rodimus muttered, moving his one hand behind his back, his other holding me in his hand forward, bowing head like Megatron no doubt instructed him too.

"Oh joy," I muttered myself, laying flat on my back with my feet crossed in the air.

Rodimus bounced his fingers a bit, a silent order to behave myself, just as the demon walked through the door.

We were both still as the con circled, my eyes focused on nothing particular, though I could hear Rodimus' spark hum in worry; not for himself, but for the human he held in his grasp.

"Seems stuffy in here," I noted, more so to myself. Megsy stopped behind Rodimus, watching me with curious optics. I met his optics, a direct violation of his rules, with a hint of mischief in my smile. "Oop, there's the source. Rodimus, you've really gotta do a better job of cleaning this dump,"

Megatron roared furiously, kicking Rodimus squarley in the back. The autobot didn't produce a single sound of discomfort, as always, just simply wrapping his fingers around my body as he hit the floor, protecting me.

"Hey, asshole!" I demanded as RP struggled to pick himself off the ground. "The fuck was that for? Your battle isn't with him!"

"You're right," the warlord thundered, leaning in close to me, pressing his full weight to a single point on Rodimus' back while he was doing so. Though he'd never let the Lord know, I knew it was hurting him. I needed to stop it. "The battle I had with him, I ended," My retort to that was right on the edge of my tongue, but I bit it back. Literally, I could taste the metal in my blood. "No comment? Good," he plucked me out of Rodimus hand, whose frame relaxed as soon as Megatron's weight was off it.

"What will it be today, Lord Megatron?" I snidely asked him. He set me on the berth, before relaxing beside me. In a fraction of seconds, the holoform of Megatron stood before me, towering over me.

This incarnation of Megatron scared me. This Megatron could give me the look. The Look, the one that he gave me, the one that everyone used when they expected me to obey them. I don't know why the thirty foot Cybertronians weren't scary, but the 6 foot humans intimidated me beyond belief.

"You know what I want," he sneered, his clothes disappearing the next instant.

I could feel Rodimus Prime's anger from his spot on the floor as I wrapped my mouth around him.