This contains non-con and plug 'n' play. If you don't like, don't read. There is some bad spelling and weird grammar, as english is not my native language.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, and probably never will.
Mirage looked at the big pedes in front of his face. They were grey.
He was lying on the floor of the Command Centre of the Nemesis, the current base of the Decepticons. And those pedes belonged to a certain Decepticon Supreme Commander.
Saying that Mirage was basically scrapped was an understatement.
He really couldn't remember when it had gone so wrong.
It hade been the usual business: the Decepticons raiding some big powerplant and the Autobots scurrying to stop them.
There had been a problem with his electro disruptor. He had been hit by someone, probably a seeker, and he had suddendly became visible among Decepticons.
"So, foolish Autobot, did you really think I wouldn't see you lurking?"
Megatron's voice seemed to boom into his audials, but he didn't answer. Megatrons was sizing him up; Mirage could almost feel the red optics roam over his body.
"Take the Autobot to the brig. I will deal with him later."
Thrust and Ramjet grabbed Mirage and pulled him to his pedes; before he found his balance he was being dragged out of the Command Centre. As soon as the doors closed behind them a fist crashed into his shoulder, but they didn't do much. Megatron was not known for being gentle to prisoners., and they knew he would get his share later.
Mirage had been chained to the wall in the small cell he had been put in. Both arms were chained.
Normally it wouldn't have been that hard to get out. But he couldn't sneak around on the Nemesis without a functioning invisibility cloak.
After almost 10 breems, a door in the brig opened. Mirage guessed it was the door that led out. Heavy footsteps aproached his cell.
It was Megatron.
A thick silence reigned between them as the Autobot and the Decepticon Commander stared at eachother. Then Megatron shut down the bars, and walked into to the cell. His bulk took up alot of the already cramped cell. Their size difference was quite big; Megatron towered over Mirage.
Mirage looked casually at Megatron, feigning bordedom. In return he got a mean smile, and once again dark optics roamed over him. Megatron stepped even closer.
"So... Mirage, correct? I want you to tell me a few things. We can start with the codes to Teletraan 1."
Mirage stared defiantly at him. "You will never get the information you want from me."
Megatron simply smiled at that.
"Oh, we'll see about that." Megatron reached out with his left hand and started to absently trace seams in Mirages chest armour, smile never fading. Mirage's intakes hitched when he felt de digits.
"I-I'm not giving you any information!" Megatron merely chuckled at that.
"I'll ask again. The codes to Teletraan?"
When Mirage didn't answer answer Megatron moved his hand away. Then he carefully removded his fusion cannon from it's place, and leaned it against the wall.
Before Mirage could react, before he could think of anything to do, Megatron was pressed flush against him, having moved with a speed that belied his size. Maroon optics gazed down on him, and Mirage felt a pang of strong fear when he saw the lust in them.
Megatrons hands moved over his armour, dipping into seams and teasing wires.
"A-ah, s-stop, stop it!" Mirage could feel his temperature rise, and his cooling systems started.
"Codes?" Megatrons voice was barely more then a purr. Mirage didn't say anything. Even though he had his doubts about the Autobots, he wasn't a traitor and no matter what he wouln't sell them out.
Megatron smirked before he ferociously attacked Mirages mouth. He tried to keep his mouth shut, but when Megatron tweaked a particularily sensitive wire he couldn't help but to gasp. Megatron saw his opportunity and shoved hiss glossa into the mouth, tasting and probing.
He then abandoned the mouth and instead trailed his glossa down the sensitive neck wires.
The probing hands were going low, way to low.
Mirage as one hand grabbed his aft, and the other his codpiece. He felt Megatron smirk against his throath. Then skilled digits pried off the codpiece, and all Mirage felt was fear and sickening arousal.
A digit pushed at his valve, and then pushed in. Mirage offlined his optics, not wishing to see anything of the happenings.
Megatron pushed in a second digit, harshly stimulating the valve, making it produce more lubricant.
The digits were pulled out, and Mirage heard a small klick when Megatron took off his own codpiece.
Megatrons spike touched the rim of his valve, and then he pushed the tip into him. Mirage moaned. Megatron grabbed Mirage and put his legs around his own waist. Then he thrusted hard into him.
Mirage wanted to scream, but Megatron was crushing their mouths together, almost as a mockery to a kiss.
His valve throbbed with pleasure and pain as Megatron kept thrusting. A big hand pried at his chestplates, opening them and baring his Spark; the very essence of him. Megatron was still thrusting, and Mirage onlined his optics, as his worst fear was confirmed. Megatron had parted his own chestplates, and his Spark was now dangerously close to Mirages.
"You will overload for me, Mirage. And you will scream my name." Megatron panted out. Then he pushed his spark on to Mirages.
Mirages CPU was flooded with intense pleasure. "Say it Mirage, say it!", Megatron urged him.
"Aah, Megatron!", Mirage panted out.
"LOUDER!"
"Aah, Lord Megatron, M-MEGATRON!" Mirage overloaded, and Megatron overloaded when he felt it. Mirage screamed his name, and Megatron roared without words.
The overload strained on Mirages already weakened systems, and he dropped inte recharge.