Author's Notes: Yeah, I know, I have a shitload of unfinished fics, why the hell am I posting another one.
Okieday, this is a bit different than what I've been writing recently (and in my lifetime) so please don't flame me if it is a complete piece of shit.
*there goes that nasty mouth of yours*
Shut up, fucking voice in my head.
Anyway, also this fic is placed in an alternate universe where the Decepticons have won the war and Megatron is the supreme emperor of the human world as well as Cybertron. The Autobots are basically slaves along with the humans.
Speaking of which a few things that I have taken advantage of in being a writer and having no consequence of writing this:
Transformers are kind of like androids, human appearances but they still transform into cars and jets and construction tools, Etc. Etc. Etc.(I recently saw the King and I)
They still can only eat energon (please work with me here).
They do not have sex organs like us, they have interfacing "hardware"(as it is called) and have the ability to split their chests to spark merge.
Am I missing anything? Oh yeah, Decepticons have very light green skin and red optics with black background; whereas Autobots look completely human except for the fact that they always have blue optics (per usual).
Also (there's that nasty little word again), Megatron has a harem. Don't ask. Just, please, don't ask. I don't know why either.
oOo
Megatron groaned as he flopped down onto his bed, sinking comfortably into the violet cushions. Being the emperor of an enslaved world was becoming increasingly stressful. Megatron was tall, muscular but not overly so and had the most captivating red optics on black grounds. They reminded one of a demon's optics when you gazed into them. Many a mech had fallen captive to those optics, most of which were currently in the harem, either trying to think of a way to escape or to please their master. Megatron ran a clawed servo through his white hair, looking at his palm afterwards. His skin was a pale green that was almost sickly in appearance, but then again, all Decepticons had that color skin. Speaking of other Decpticons…
Megatron smirked as he stood and walked over to the large glass window, watching the activity below. Autobots and humans mingled and blurred together to form one singular race: slaves.
Megatron had a direct view down to the trading posts, where slave traders would auction off the newer batches of slaves. Some were Autobot, some were human, there were even a few Decepticons among the chained and ebaten slaves. Traitors, like Starscream. Megatron hummed to himself and pressed a button on the wall nearby, summoning his loyal officer, Soundwave.
The tapedeck appeared a few minutes later, masked and visor covered face bland as his voice.
"My lord?"
"Send your twins in here." Megatron settled himself back on his bed, looking at Soundwave expectantly.
"Affirmative." Soundwave didn't cringe, didn't protest, didn't even flinch as he turned and left the room to look for his twin sons. To the tapedeck it was an honor for his sons to be so favored by Megatron and he knew through their connection, that they enjoyed the attention also.
Megatron walked over to an energon dispenser and pulled out a glass, filling it with glowing blue high grade. Settling himself on his bed Megatron smirked as Soundwave returned and bowed, stepping aside to reveal his two sons.
Rumble, the shyer of the two, stood slightly behind his brother, a thin servo gently resting on Frenzy's waist, the red haired boy looking at his creator warily. Both young boys were dressed in the filmy white gossamer and purple silk clothes of the concubines. Frenzy's chest was almost completely bare whereas Rumble's had long sleeves and a gossamer scarf curled around his back and dangling from his elbows. Frenzy walked over to Megatron slowly, golden bracelets clinking softly as Rumble followed, Soundwave closing the doors and locking them for his master.
"Come closer." Megatron ordered and the two did so, stopping at the edge of the berth, Rumble looking between where he stood and the berth. Megatron took a sip from his high grade before nodding to the blue haired twin. Frenzy remained where he was standing as Rumble slowly crawled across the berth until his body straddled Megatron's left thigh. Megatron grasped Rumble's chin, pulling the small mech up to kiss him slowly, languorously. Frenzy moaned softly when he felt part of what Megatron was doing to his twin through their bond and the warlord glanced over, still kissing Rumble thoroughly and placed his drink down. A clawed servo gestured for Frenzy to come over and the red haired twin eagerly shot over, straddling Megatron's other thigh and immediately latching his mouth onto Megatron's neck, licking and kissing the flesh hungrily. Megatron pulled away from Rumble and groaned, tilting his neck and sighing in content as he massaged two silk clad backs.
Rumble's fingers slowly slid down Megatron's body to slip into his shirt, running thin, warm fingers over Megatron's abdomen and chest. Megatron purred as he shrugged his shirt off, allowing Rumble more access to his body. Rumble paused before leaning forward and hesitantly trailing his glossa up to Megatron's chest, licking at the place between his pectorals where the spark chamber rested. Megatron pulled the blue head away at that, pushing Rumble off of him violently. The shyer twin whimpered and stared at Megatron with wide optics. Megatron thought for a moment before smirking and pulling Frenzy off of his neck and shoulder, looking from one twin to the other.
"Frenzy, touch your brother." Megatron ordered and the red haired twin paused before turning to Rumble and crawling over to the other boy. Megatron watched them as Rumble laid back, trembling as his brother straddled his body, Frenzy facing Megatron as he positioned his body between Rumble's thighs. Grasping his twin's wrists, Frenzy rested them above the other mech's head, exposing everything to his mercy. Megatron's own servo drifted down his neck and chest as Frenzy kissed his brother, licking and touching anything he could get hold of.
Twins were something special and Megatron knew it. He himself had seen that Frenzy and Rumble, along with the Autobot twins Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, would often be in constant contact. It could be something as simple as a hip touching or a servo brushing against the other's to something a bit more intimate as a servo resting on a waist and a head on a shoulder. Megatron often saw Rumble and Frenzy sleeping together on a single bed, faces pressed close together and bodies entwined in what was an incomplete lover's embrace.
Megatron crawled across the bed, looming over Rumble and Frenzy. The redhead was so distracted by his attentions on his brother that he didn't notice Megatron moving to kneel behind him. Megatron placed a servo flat on Frenzy's back, pressing his hips down onto Rumble's.
"Do you love your brother, Frenzy?" Megatron whispered in the redhead's ear, Frenzy staring down at his supine brother. Rumble whimpered and looked at his brother then at Megatron, wondering what was happening.
"Yes…" Frenzy whispered, his chest moving to press against Rumble's, their bodies flush together. Rumble whined and arched, servos fisting above his head as he felt the intimate contact of their bodies.
Megatron reached down and slid Rumble's shirt off, revealing pale, smooth skin. Rumble writhed, arching and squirming as Megatron removed his clothes slowly, servos brushing along his flesh covetously. Megatron whispered in Frenzy's ear, their own bodies pressed together with Frenzy's back to Megatron's chest and his aft to the other mech's crotch.
"Have you ever interfaced with him, Frenzy?" Megatron whispered, toying with Rumble's trembling body. He had noticed that the twins never touched each other in a way other than platonic when in his presence, but that never meant that they didn't carry on intimate relations when alone.
"N… No…" Frenzy whispered, wanting to touch his brother but afraid of what Megatron might do to them both if he did. Megatron cupped Rumble's crotch and squeezed, the smaller mech letting his interface hardware become exposed to the two mechs above him. Rumble whimpered even more. He was by no means a virgin, Megatron had had him as many times as the mech had seen fit, and other mechs had also interfaced with him and his twin either together or separately. Yet the thought of interfacing with his brother made him tremble with long suppressed desire and an irrational fear.
Twins were basically a split spark, one soul within two bodies, and because of this there was often an instinct to be close to one another. Physical closeness wasn't enough for both of the young mechs in question though. They craved to be able to touch and kiss to their sparks' content, to join in the ultimate act of intimacy, yet they couldn't. It was wrong, it was perverse, and they shouldn't do such a thing.
"Interface with him." Megatron ordered softly, moving Frenzy so that the smaller mech was on his servos and knees over his brother, their open interface panels revealing their ports and cables. Frenzy looked over his shoulder at Megatron with shock on his face, whereas the Warlord merely opened his own panel to reveal his hardware, delving his fingers into his own port and smirking at the two brothers.
Frenzy shuddered before slowly hooking himself into Rumble, pausing as he held his brother's cable.
"Let me…" Megatron purred, moving so that he was lying on his side next to the brothers, linking his cable into Frenzy and plugging Rumble into his own port. The twins shuddered at the three way connection, Megatron smirking at them as he sent a lazy pulse over the connection to his two bedmates.
Rumble cried out, writhing and panting softly and Frenzy almost buckled at the feeling of being so close to his brother and his master. Megatron chuckled at the sight, enjoying the pleasure slamming through the connections. Deciding to continue, Megatron leaned over to Rumble's neck and bit the sensitive flesh, feeling the younger mech stiffen and hearing him cry out in wanton pleasure. Frenzy almost fell onto his brother, the combined connection of his brother bond and the interfacing bonds causing him to tremble in ecstasy.
Suddenly, the three reached overload, static and electricity jolting over their bodies, optics blanking as they stared at each other with pleasure hazed optics. Rumble was the most vocal, shrieking his pleasure while his brother gaped, as if trying to make a sound but unable to. Megatron watched his twin lovers and growled lust evident in his voice. They lay like that for a few breems, bathing in the afterglow. Finally Rumble removed his cable from Megatron and disconnected Frenzy from his port, untangling their cords. Frenzy purred softly and licked his brother's jaw when it came near enough to his face. Megatron chuckled and sat up, patting his thighs as he lay back on the bed, propped up by a mound of cushions. The two young mechs came closer and Frenzy smiled shyly at him, licking up along his chin to his dermas before pecking at them gently. Rumble purred and pressed his nose to Megatron's neck, trembling slightly as he did so. Megatron smirked and closed his optics, allowing his twin pets to lavish attention on him.
oOo
Author's Notes: If I get one good review I will continue this story. If I get several nice reviews then I might do one of these for every mech in Transformers.
Depends on how you people can flatter me into doing it.
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