Fish and Bird

by EvilBlackBunny

Megatron and his earth bound Decepticons take a human hostage to obtain allspark fragments. A mutual attachment forms between the human and Megatron, and they decide to explore things further. They play the role of master and pet in public… and the bedroom. [censored first chapter only.]

This is the first chapter of the long awaited and likely forgotten TsiY! Sequel, Fish and Bird. A few things.

-Cole is of legal age here where in TsiY! he was 16. I myself was about 17 when I wrote that fic and didn't understand why it was wrong.

-This is a cut version. All the x-rated fun is over on A O 3.

I don't own transformers.

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"We are leaving the planet."

That's how Megatron broke the news.

The young man, now closer to nineteen than the day he was given his collar, looked up. Closing the book gingerly and setting it beside him, he stumbled out of his hammock. "So soon? Okay, uh, should I pack now, or later?" Cole didn't exactly have a lot to pack. He could probably fit everything into his hammock and roll that up in a bundle, truth be told.

"Cole,"

The blond blinked, looking up at the hellion with wide, gray eyes. "Yes?"

"We are to leave the planet within the next orn."

"Orn is-"

Megatron hummed. "Roughly, two days."

"Ah." Cole stood, his rosary swaying against his shirt. "Why?"

"The space bridge is functional, and I have contacted a large group of Decepticons who cannot wait to see their leader returned to them."

"Alright? Is something wrong?"

The mech pressed his black digits together, scarlet optics dark and narrowed. Cole knew that look all too well. The mech continued. "We will not be returning to earth. This is your last chance to stay on your precious, blue ball." Megatron blinked, brows flattening. He pulled his hands apart, and lay his helm on a curled fist, the other arm lying across the desk. "If you stay, I will never return. If you are to come with me, you will never return to Earth. You will likely never see Cybertron or the plans I have for it."

Cole's gray eyes went wide before he fiddled in thought at the rosary about his neck. "What good is a pet without a master?"

The hellion lifted a brow but remained silent.

Cole swallowed and slipped his thumbs under the collar. "This means something, my lord. Even if it means I am just your pet, I still belong to you." All the rough handling and forceful kisses on earth didn't equate to an 'I Love You' in Cole's eyes. Even so, he was willing to hold out for the rest for his life if it meant he'd hear it from Megatron.

Warm, blunt digits dragged down the human's back. With utmost care, he curled his digits under and around Cole's torso and lifted him upwards from the tank. "My Cole. Whatever are you doing?"

"I made my choice. You're the only one who can tell me it's the wrong one."

Megatron's brow creased. "If I were to tell you to stay on Earth?"

"It'd kill me, but I'd do it." He gave a firm nod, still holding the rosary.

The hellion shut his optics and growled softly. "You're a fool."

"I know."

A ruby-red optic cracked open. "Yet, you are my fool."

"To the end," said the human with a smile.

The Decepticon adjusted his grasp on his human until his thumb rested upon his chest. Cole's heart, ever present as any mech's spark, thumped steady and strong. Not an ounce of anxiety. Not a breath of doubt. His devoted pet. "Then, my pet, you need to pack." Megatron gently placed Cole into the tank, only pulling his servo back when he knew he had his footing.

"Anything I should leave behind?"

"Bring your books and clothing. We can't have you running around the Empirion nude."

Cole cocked his head, brows furrowed. "Master, are you… uh… are your kind considered naked all the time, or is this your version of not nude?"

He gave an amused huff. "Removal of plating is a vulnerability. I am, in human terms, clothed."

Cole frowned before cracking his back with a few, short twists. "So you've seen me naked a bunch of times, but I've never seen you naked at all. Sounds fair."

"When have I ever been fair, pet?"

A tremor of delight raced up Cole's spine like lightning. "Well, you get that no means no. That's enough for me."

Megatron stood. "You need better standards, then, if that's all it takes for fairness."

The blond grinned and picked about his clothing pile. "Says the mech with a human pleasure-pet."

A whir. "Where did you hear that term?"

Cole shrugged. "Around?" When the scarlet gaze of the Decepticon warlord did not waver -as if it ever did- he swallowed. "Well… Blitzwing's random side is pretty chatty. If he knows anything about our arrangement, it's speculation." The only mech who knew for sure was Shockwave. It was either leave the spy in the dark about the bruises and welts or come clean about it. The antlered con was surprisingly accepting. His reasoning was that so long as Megatron was content, so to would he be.

Megatron's growl was felt as much as it was heard. "You are not a pleasure-pet."

"To you, I guess not. But to anyone suspecting..." He paused, peeking up at Megatron through his lashes. "Well, why would anyone suspect that, anyway?"

"The collar," said Megatron simply.

Cole grasped it, the spikes digging into his palm with long-loved familiarity. "So, some pleasure-pets wear a collar like mine?"

"Yours is custom to you." There was no one like Cole, and no basic collar would suit him. "But many pleasure-bots wear something similar."

Cole pouted, arms crossed. "I'm not a whore."

Megatron smirked, optics half lit. "Is that so?"

"Fine. I'm your whore. Better?"

"Pet. You are my pet."

"A'ight." Uncrossing his arms to post a hand to each hip, the human asked quietly "May I continue with my book, master?"

"Of course." With that, the mech left his human in the tank.

Cole waited for the door to slide down before he sat in his hammock with a huff of air. He plucked up his book and continued where he'd left off. Packing could wait a bit. He had a whole d-orn. He had an orn. Besides, this chapter was getting to the good part. Still… he had to choose what to wear. First impressions were everything with these guys.

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The bridge transported them to a distant asteroid, floating harmlessly in orbit of an uninhabited planet. Blitzwing's cockpit -the only one ready to carry Cole in space for the short time they would drift in it!- was cold, but not unbearable. The short flight to the Empirion was silent, the looming behemoth of a warship sending out one, black tendril.

Turns out, the tendril was an elevator into the hull of the ship. Its size was vast enough to hold the group of them with elbow room, but that was it. The second the elevator was sealed shut and depressurized, the triple-changer's cockpit opened, and Cole was dizzily staring up at Megatron once more.

"How was your flight?"

"Scary as hell." And cold as shit!

The silver mech chuckled softly, flattening his palm for him to stand in.

Standing tall in his master's palm, full hammock slung across his back, Cole felt he looked damn refined in his 'LIKE A BOSS!' Minecraft creeper t-shirt. The booty shorts were, in his eyes, a power play. Those bastards were gonna see their lord and master holding a human in booty shorts and think 'the human has a nice ass' and be confused for the rest of their lives about it.

At least, that's what he told himself when he prepped himself for life on the Empirion. He tried not to show how nervous he indeed was. He wasn't the best at tough guy antics, but he'd do his best.

Megatron glanced down at him. "Nervous, pet?"

"Very." He crossed his arms with a frown. "Any advice to not shit myself, master?"

The Decepticon hummed, optics on Lugnut's back kibble. "Forget your humanity, and remember your purpose." The lights of the elevator flicked in a pattern that cast the group in hot purple and deep indigo time and again. "You are a loyal pet. Loyalty is rewarded. I would not have you here if you had no purpose." His voice dropped to a gravelly rumble. "Anyone with objections shall answer to me."

"That helps a lot, actually." He wanted to pet his master's hand then, but he was already close to not being able to stand. "Anything else? Anyone?"

Blitzwing spoke up, Icy's voice a familiar echo from behind. "Aggression is expected. Hiss, if you must. It's what sparklings do too."

"I am tiny."

"As are sparklings."

Shockwave's faceless helm leaned into view from the right of Megatron's shoulder-armor. "You would be amazed how small some of us are."

"I'm made of meat."

"Return cruelty in kind, boy." He ducked back out of view. "Spark knows most of us do."

Lugnut's voice broke loudly from the front. "We are here, my liege." The doors opened, and Lugnut stepped into the packed loading bay. His voice boomed in the space, but Cole did his best not to flinch. "His Eminence, our Lord, and master, Mighty Megatron!" He stepped out of the way and took a knee nearby.

The mass of mechs and femmes wasn't the pantheon of fear Cole anticipated. Everyone was either sharp and thin or bulky and thick. Still, they bowed in respect, even fear, when the doors opened, and Megatron stepped into view. Some stopped at one bended knee, some pressed their faceplates to the floor.

Cole, for his part, kept it together pretty well. He told himself over and over in his head that standing in Megatron's servo was just fantastic for his core muscles. While his gait was smooth, he was still huge, and Cole felt every step. Anything to not look afraid. Gray gaze straight ahead, he braced himself just as he felt his master turn to face his army.

"Fellow Decepticons, your leader has returned to usher in a new age of prosperity. While my time trapped on that grim organic planet of Earth has stolen much-needed effort on my part, I am free once more to helm our take over once more. We leave that planet behind while keeping a small reminder of its impact upon our cause." Pausing to lift Cole a bit higher, he continued darkly. "The human is a trophy from Earth. No one but myself and Shockwave may handle him." Glancing to a rather pointy mech to his left, the warlord frowned. "Where is the control room tank?"

"To the left of the throne, as asked, sire." He dipped at the hips in a half bow.

"Good. Decepticons, return to your duties. We have much to do." The Decepticon warlord turned his back and entered a second elevator. There was a moment of silence between the two of them that he broke quietly. "You did well, Cole."

Cole gave off an embarrassed chuckle. "Thanks, but I didn't do anything."

He grinned. "Precisely. Not a flinch or a start. Though, I am confused by your attire."

"I dunno. You said the removal of plating was a vulnerability. I don't have plating, so the shorts were like, 'look! I feel so safe I'm almost naked!' but it prolly got lost in translation."

The mech laughed a closed mouth grin that filled the room with rich sound. Taking a few, quick vents to calm himself, cleared his intakes and set his faceplate back to a neutral expression quickly enough. The elevator stopped smoothly, and the doors parted. "We've arrived."

The control room held a handful of mechs, each one behind a control panel, or conversing with someone about something. They had all turned and looked to the two of them. Those standing bowed, those sitting nodded. Against what looked like a half wall to the back sat, what Cole assumed, was the throne. It sat as tall as Megatron did when standing, its top crowned with spikes as sharp as blades. Beside it, on the left sat a platform shaped a lot like the tanks he lived in back on earth… but not exactly.

It looked like a round platform, maybe ten feet across with a trench as thick as his arm surrounding it. Inside the circle sat a few things that made the small space seem a little less boring. A small trundle with a thin mattress lay near to the back, next to a padded floor chair and a short stack of books. Never let it be said that his master didn't take care of his things! Still, where were the walls? Did they forget the walls?

The silver hellion swiftly set Cole onto the platform. "Enjoy your stay, pet." He quickly pressed a code into the panel by the tank.

"Thank you, master." Cole turned for the chair and paused as waving, flat teal walls rose from the trench around his tank. They grew in a rippling wave until they capped off at about ten feet high, encasing the young man in their light. "Ah. Nice."

Megatron's faceplate remained passive as he addressed the human. "I shall have Shockwave collect you within the next joor."

"Yes, master. I look forward to seeing you soon." He took a seat and opened his hammock to pick out the book he'd been reading before.

The hellion turned and left, the few parting to let him by.

Alone, but not lonely, the blond cracked open his book and was treated to two, uninterrupted hours of reading. While a slow reader, he made plenty of progress. Cujo had nothing on him, he'd finished it in a week! He sat the book on the bed and bent over to look at the pile already in the tank. Plenty of Agatha Christie, a Goosebumps novella, and… oh, now that seemed foreboding-

"Aw, hi there."

A feminine voice startled him enough to knock over the pile and turn, eyes widening at the sound.

Before him was a femme -or he guessed so by the voice- with stone-gray and lavender plating. "What a cute little human," she cooed. "How old are you, tiny?"

Cole, for his part, hissed, showing his teeth as much as possible.

The femme pulled back, riled. "Rude."

He scowled. "You're damn right."

Her grin was all knife-tips and venom. "I'm surprised our Lord took a trophy from that wretched mud ball."

"He picked the best. I'm his most loyal organic follower." Cole crossed his arms, head held high.

"You're his only organic follower," corrected the femme.

"Exactly why I'm the best. There can be only one."

The femme stared, before giggling darkly. "I like you, tiny."

"Good. One down, fifty to go."

"Forty-six. With more on the way."

"Oh boy." Cole sat in his tank, suddenly regretting the booty shorts as cold metal met skin. "I'm Cole. Who're you supposed to be?"

"Hoverbolt, pet."

Cole growled best he could. "I am not your pet. You can either call me human or Cole, but that's it."

Hoverbolt narrowed her slanted optics. "Or what?"

"Pet is lord Megatron's word for me. No one else. It's his rule, not mine."

"Aw, that's cute. You think he likes you."

Cole wanted to snap back at her he does, you twat but he was already getting hot under the collar, so to speak. "You wouldn't talk shit if he were here."

"Fair enough." The door opened behind her, and she stood to leave. "Later, tiny."

Several cons headed in after her. The one that stood out the most was the hulking, red beast of a mech. A violet light protruded from either side of his head. His scowl was made deeper by his jutting, jagged jaw. The mech glanced the human's way, his faceplate unchanging.

Cole glared back at him and spat "Fuck you looking at? Keep walking!"

Big red let out a brief chuckle but walked away.

After that, Cole thought he was all 'meaned-out,' and sat in the chair provided to him. Leaning back over the pile of books, he scooped up the one he'd seen earlier, I'll Be Gone in the Dark. He may not have finished high school, but he could do just about anything he wanted to. Right now, all he wanted to do was read. Or, he would have, had the sensation of being watched not distracted him.

It was another skinny-pokey mech. Thin like Shockwave, but maybe half the height, and probably the ugliest shade of rusty-red this side of somewhere. He had a triangular head, with a set of forward-facing horns where audios would be. His brownish-gray faceplate was fixed in an almost permanent smirk.

"Yeah?" Cole drawled, giving the mech his most pointed stare.

"Howdy."

"Who're you?"

The mech pulled back his top lip component to reveal a pair of fangs. "Name's Firetrap."

"Uh-huh." Cole's eyes went back to his book. "Need something?"

"Nah, just admiring the view."

"Window's that way, slaghead." He nodded his head to the enormous window that wrapped around most of the ship's front.

The rust-colored mech's smile slipped. "Just bein' friendly, meat-bag."

"Don't care."

"Y'should. I'm the best friend you could make in here." His lip components peeled back over off-white fangs. Not the best threat display, really.

"Mm. I doubt that."

Before Firetrap could conjure up an angry retort, Blitzwing entered from the elevator, Icy out for all to see. His head turned slowly to observe the massive control room. His optics landed on Cole. "Allo." He approached the tank, a familiar faceplate in a sea of strangeness. "Lord Megatron has asked for you." Pressing a few buttons on the tanks access panel, the walls were gone with a zap akin to static electricity.

"A'ight. Let's get to it."

Blitzwing lowered his servo, only for Firetrap to yap out "Didn't Megatron say just him and Shifty could grab the meat-bag?"

Hothead emerged quickly enough, plucking Cole promptly from the tank. "Mind yourself, you pewter-plated play-plug!"

Cole snorted behind his hand. "Holy shit."

Firetrap snarled up at Cole "Aw, shut up, you stupid monkey!"

"I'm an ape, moron." Cole stuck out his tongue. "Is monkey all you got?"

"Oh, I'll show you what I-"

The massive red mech from before turned his helm, expression unchanged. "Shut it, bruv."

That was enough to get him away from the two, and he was now shouting at the far bigger mech. "You wanna go, Slapper? You really wanna-"

Blitzwing stepped out of the room, the rear door shutting with a hiss and click. Random emerged, grinning as ever. "Human! It's been ages! How's the wife and kids?"

"Two hours, Blitzwing. It's been maybe two hours." He leaned back into Blitzwing's servo. "Good to see some familiar faceplates."

Icy spun out, and they proceeded down the dark hallway. "Have you managed to make a good impression anywhere?"

"Hoverbolt's cool, that big red guy left me alone, but Firetrap's a dick. I got some odd looks, but nothing weird."

"Curious. Slapper is not fond of many."

"Slapper's the big red one?"

"Ya. What happened?"

Cole smiled sheepishly and explained what occurred.

Random broke free with a cackle that could wake the dead. "Now that's a first impression!" Taking a left, another left, and right, they arrived at a tall, double-doored room. Icy emerged and bent to a knee to set Cole down. "This is Lord Megatron's chamber. He has requested that I leave you here and that you knock once I'm out of sight of you." A light smirk played across his mouth. "Welcome aboard, blondie." Taking a step back, he went to leave.

"Wait, Megatron said he'd send Shockwave to get me. Where-"

"He had more on his servos than he anticipated, and was caught up with his duties as second in command."

"Second in… well, give him my congratulations, then!"

He nodded, smirk fading. "Don't forget to knock." The triple-changer strode out of the hall and was out of sight in moments.

Alone, in a vast hall, Cole took a calming breath, and knocked, hard.

The doors parted, and a smoky voice called out from the dark room. "Come in, pet."

He obliged, on the razor's edge of giddiness and nervousness. Stepping cautiously in the dark, the doors slid shut behind him.

[There was smut here. It's gone now.]

Megatron muttered softly into Cole's ear. "Would you actually like to see where we'll be staying?"

Cole chuckled, cheek to silver audio. "Sounds nice. You need to shift for that?"

"Yes, but," He curled an arm behind the young man. "It can wait a moment. Do you need your clothing back?"

"Nah. The shirt's long. I'm good." It covered him well enough, at least. Besides, he didn't need the shorts now. Still, no point in just leaving them on the floor. "I think I'm good to stand if you wanna shift."

The mech released Cole and stepped back a few, long strides. There was a click, a deep thrumming hum, and Megatron was quickly back to his average size. "Much better." He clapped his servos twice and up came the lights.

Cole blinked in the brightness. The room was vast, about half that of the control room. Not sparse to be sure, considering the weaponry lining the right wall. The left wall had a single door that lead who knew where, and in the center, pressed against the far wall, was a large berth.

Megatron's servo opened to Cole, and he stepped into it, eyes bright, clothes wadded up under one arm.

"You'll find your tank is more than a circle with a hammock, my pet." Setting his human onto the flooring of the tank, he sat on the berth, brows up.

The tank was a rectangle with rounded corners, roughly the size of Megatron's berth, and level with it at ten feet off the floor. Inside sat a bookcase, already with some shelves stocked. Near to it was a wide beanbag, a high-backed armchair across from that. A wet-bar with a microwave was set up adjacent to an opaque partition on the opposite side.

"Master, this is..." He trailed off as he was set down, feeling carpeting under his bare feet. He peeked around the partition, and found a soaking tub, a standing shower, a washer and dryer combo, and… "Wait, master, what's this thing?" He pointed at the circular, stainless steel thing. It seemed at a glance to be a trash can with a padded seat around it, but he didn't see where the bottom went to.

"Waste receptacle." He smiled softly. "Anything you place into it will be disintegrated in seconds."

"Oh… okay, good." He felt familiar cramping, and decided now was a good time to test this thing. "Gimme a klik." Not much later, Cole popped his blond head back around the partition and smiled meekly.

"Step on the lever by the sink."

He did. A bright green light glowed from within, bright as a flashbulb going off. The cylinder made a soft sizzling noise and went quiet. A cursory glance and the receptacle was empty. "Wow."

The hellion chuckled from where he sat on his berth. "Keep looking."

Cole turned, eyes finally landing on the 'bedroom.' There sat a California king bed on a storage platform. To the right was a nightstand, to the left, a wooden chest with a latch. Cole blinked back tears and turned to Megatron. "This is too much."

The mech shuttered his optics and reached for the young man. Blunt digits met the organic warmth of a human body. "Oh, I wanted to do more."

Cole scrubbed a palm at an eye. "I'd faint!"

A smoky chuckle. "Precisely. Now then." He grinned. "Get yourself cleaned up, have a rest, stretch out." He stood, and engaged the ion barrier around the tank with a simple button press. "I'll be seeing you soon enough. Until then," He gave the human a sly wink and headed for the doors.

"Bye, master. I'll see you soon!" The young man gave a wave, beaming. The moment Megatron was gone, he peeled the shirt off and headed for the shower. The luxury of hot water and fresh soap were not lost on him, nor the comfort of sprawling out on a large, memory foam mattress. Cole was out like a light by the time his head hit the pillow.

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You can find the uncut version over on A O 3. Same user name and same title. Thanks for reading!