Chapter 1: Consequences
3 days later, The Nemesis, Earth
A few days later, in the comfort and relative security of his own private quarters on the nemesis. Megatron woke up with a start, looking around frantically wondering /what/ woke him up. He thought he had some kind of Nightmare, which in itself was quite odd, since he never dream or have nightmares, for that matter. When his spark stopped beating frantically and he could remember better, all he could recall was that his younger brother had been there, as well as a dark, evil presence. Darker and eviler then himself, that is, and by a lot... His had had somehow flew over his spark chamber and was clutching the edges frantically, pain and some kind of... emptiness filling it. His optics flared bright red for a moment while he gasped, trying to cycle air.
"What... the frag..." he growled, dentas gritted as he slowly felt the pain ebb away. He felt the urge to check his own spark, but fought the mad impulse to run to the washracks and check inside his spark casing. "Fraggit... Nng..." Finally the feelings and the pain disappeared completely and he let himself fell back on the berth with a soft 'thud', optics dimming.
That... dream... didn't felt quite like a dream. More like some sort of memory dump, but not quite either. It felt like this was something that really happened... and it made him frown. Savage had always had a way to put himself in trouble. Sighing, he pushed aside the feelings of foreboding and got up, carefully so not to wake his mate up. Starscream mumbled and rolled on his front, sprawling on the berth when it was deserted by his bondmate.
Megatron wouldn't worry too much about Savage. The kid was capable of handling himself. It wasn't rare that he left for day then returned like nothing happened. He was about to grab himself a cube when his internal comm. link pinged, and he naswerd.
"Megatron here, what is it Soundwave?"
"Savage had just returned, and is asking permission to board." The communication officer simply said, voice as cold and emotionless as ever.
"Let him in, I'll go greet him personally. Megatron out." he cut the link not waiting for an answer from his comm. officer. He knew Soundwave would do as asked.
As he walked to the landing bay, he still felt quite queasy from that incident, and the dream, that had woke him up. Since he was not a particularly superstitious mech, he put it off as stress and lack of recharge. maybe a little concern for the odd behaviour of his little brother too. He would have to have a long chat with him soon...
He had still not realised that for once in millenias, his thoughts were his and his alone, and there was no lingering dark presence in the back of his processor and spark.
Savage flew onto the landing pad on the Nemesis and transformed landing on his feet. He inhaled deeply and rolled his shoulders to loosen them before entering the war ship.
It didn't take long for his optics to adjust to the gloom of the Nemesis. It was good to be back, he always enjoyed a little alone time away from the craziness of the Nemesis but he always returned, but this time he wasn't alone.
He had to repress a shiver as he made his way down the hallway, he lifted his chin as he put on his normal air of confidence and pride.
There was a sinister chuckle deep within his mind which meant that Unicron was no doubt amused by this when he knew for a fact that Savage was only putting on a show to hide what he gone through three days ago.
"You can fool them all you want, little flyer. But you can't fool me." Unicron said deep within his mind.
He was unable to repress a shiver when he felt the claws of his master skim across the surface of his spark.
He managed to regain his composure when he heard the all too familiar foot falls of his older brother, Megatron.
'I have to act as if nothing has happened.' Savage thought, just as Megatron came around the corner and headed straight for him.
Megatron spotted his little brother and walked up to him with his usual cool, neutral expression. he couldn't afford to be all brotherly and loving towards his younger brother or would become prey to the more vicious, bloodthirsty and power hungry mechs on his army... That didn't meant that he don't feel a wave of relief and love every time his little brother return safely to the nemesis from whatever place or activities he'd been doing while gone.
"Savage, I am glad to see you back at last. What were you up to this time? It's been a week, and you said you were only going for a flight." He said half-serious, half-teasing. as he knew his younger brother could handle himself in most situations.
"I ran into some trouble, but as ever, I managed to fight my way out of it. You know me Megatron, dear brother." he replied with a little cocky smirk, hiding his shudder at another deep chuckle in his mind at those words. 'some trouble, hum, my pet? I should punish you for such insolent words.../ Purred the voice inside his head, and he felt ghostly hands stroke his wings and sides, and claws on his spark again.
Savage gritted his dentas but manage not to lose his cheery, cool facade in front of his brother, even if for a second, Megatron looked at him oddly. He lifted a hand to place it on his shoulder, but the words he was saying didn't register because the ghostly claws in his spark seemed to dig deeper for a moment causing jolts of both pain and pleasure. /I can make you grovel and beg right there and then, where your brother can watch the show and i will be greatly amused by what you would say to try to convince him it is nothing... he knows me very well. he would know the signs./
Something was wrong with his brother. He looked like he was listening to something that he alone could hear, and his expression even if it stayed mostly cool, twitched a little with what may be pain, or pleasure... What the frag was his brother up to this time? he just hope he didn't put himself into too much trouble. "Savage, are you alright? Maybe you should get some rest."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired that's all." Savage replied, it wasn't a total lie, being the sex toy of a god takes a lot out of you.
"Then you should get some rest, as it is your shift tonight. I want you well rested." Megatron said in a calm commanding tone.
"As you wish, brother." He said with small bow of his head.
There was another deep rumbling chuckle within his mind, which meant he was not going to get any rest what so ever.
"Good," Megatron said. "Your dismissed."
Savage nodded once before walking around the large bulk that was his elder brother before heading to his private quarters.
Along the way, he walked past the femme Arachnid, he didn't spare her a second glance as she wasn't worth his time and energy. The last time he returned from one of his flights, she actually had the nerve to question his loyalty.
She had spoken to Megatron about her so called concerns about him taking off, she had even said that Savage could actually be giving Decepticon Intel to the Autobots, not only was this told to Megatron but to everyone else on the bridge! If soundwave hadn't been there to stop him, she would have been nothing but spare parts when he was through with her.
Megatron simply told her that he trusted Savage more then he trusted her. The look on her face was priceless, she then chose to leave the bridge with what dignity she had left. After that, if Megatron or any higher ups weren't around she would try to goad him into attacking her, but he grew wise to her tricks and simply ignored her.
He opened the door to his quarters and went inside and locked the door. He headed straight for his berth, he froze mid step when he felt claws hands on his shoulders.
As soon as he was alone in his quarters, Unicron's tangible form materialized behind him and he put both clawed hands on his pet's shoulders. His expression was deeply amused, and wickedly devious, as he felt the smaller mech tense at his touch. he leaned closer and whispered in his audio, deep rumbling voice resonating all around him. "No need to get tense, it is only me, little flyer. Your master... Now turn around so I can see you better."
Savage complied, looking stiff and apprehensive, barely hiding the terrified look on his optics. Unicron's presence was suffocating, his aura dripping with malice and evilness, and he couldn't free himself from his grasp. He bit his lower lip, and let out a little whimper when his chin was taken into one large claw and his lips kissed hard, bruising them. "Mmmmph!" he moaned helplessly, clawing at the large chest in front of him.
"Soon, you will realize how much you belongs to me. You will be bringing in this world a force to be reckoned and feared..." he purred after breaking the kiss, and his claw rested over the mech's spark, while invisible claws grazed at the orb inside his chest... and twinged at something that the smaller mech's hadn't yet realized was there.
His energon froze in his lines and he shook his head, trying to get free. "No... No, this can't be! It... it'll kill me!" he wailed, optics filling with tears of helplessness and terror. "take it out, take it out, NOW! PLEASE!"
"Why would I do that? You should feel honored that I chose you to be my Host, little flyer. If you die, you will do so bringing to the world something that will make the galaxies and stars themselves tremble in fear and awe." Unicron said, stroking his back and holding him tightly to his chest.
He was carrying a sparkling, not just any sparkling he was carrying the sparkling of Unicron himself! He couldn't believe this was happening, he had sold his soul to Unicron, now... He was carrying the spawn of the devil himself... He didn't feel honored, he felt cheated, soiled and defiled in the worst way possible. Not only on his body but on his very essence, the core of his Spark. He was feeling like purging... He barely kept it inside.
Savage shivered when he felt Unicron lick away his tears then nuzzles him possessively. He shuddered in disgust, his spark clenching painfully tight in his chest like a savage claw was squeezing it. He let out startled yelp when he pressed against the wall with Unicron's bulk keeping him in place. He wiggled but he knew there was no use to fighting the Devil. he went limp and let him do as he pleased... maybe it would end sooner then.
"There are rewards to serving me, my pet. I believe it is time that you get a small taste of it."
Unicron's touch went from painfully possessive to surprisingly and uncomfortably gentle. He ran his digits down his side panels dipping in the slates of his armor to tease wires and nodes underneath, and his other hand stroke the expense of a black and silver wing, over the Decepticon insigna, pinching and teasing the ailerons. Savage let out a breathy moan and arched into the touch, his sensor grid coming alive with fire at those experted touches.
"I can bring pain, but I can also bring you to highs of pleasure that you cannot even comprehend. i am a God, the god of Chaos Incarnated. I hold both light and darkness, good and evil, pain and pleasure in my palms. I am the master of temptation, and of deceit..." He purred in his audios, and it was like more hands were on him, inside every seams, over every sensitive wires and nodes, teasing and wrenching pleasured moans and gasps from his vocalizer. Unicron seemed to have dissolved to a writhing mass in front of him, only his purple optics and large, happily evil grin still perfectly clear.
Savage was lost, he didn't know how to react, his body wasn't even his to control anymore. it was the toy of a God, and he would have to endure through this new form of torture. A sweet, highly pleasurable one... He had never felt so heated, so quickly, in his entire function. His panel was already burning hot, his cable pressing against the cover and his valve dripping wet. And the God had only just begun...
Savage found himself enjoying Unicron's sinful touch, he was already damned so why not enjoy it? he was condemned to the Pit already... One more sin won't hurt him. His spark was tainted with evil, maybe he was himself going to become as evil as the monster he gave himsself to. A monster that was so sinfully good with his servos and bringing him so much pleasure right now...
"Open up, my pet." His master purred again.
There was a hissing click freeing the small flier's rock hard cable and wet port. Lubricant seeped down his inner tights, smearing it and he felt unicron stroke his tights to gather some of the escaped fluids. His musky scent filled both their olfactory sensors, they soon became intoxicated by it. he brought his hand up to his mouth - one of them anyway - and licked his fingers clean with a l0ong, flexible glossa that looked nothing like a normal one.
Unicron's optics flashed at smell of his pet's port and he opened his own panel, freeing his huge cable and with one swift thrust, he buried himself with Savage's port. That move had earned him a scream of pleasure from his toy.
This is so wrong, but it feels so amazing. Savage thought as he wrapped his legs around Unicron's waist, urging him to go deeper.
Unicron chuckled. "So eager, I should have done this sooner." He thrusts became deeper, smirking at the pleasured moan that Savage gave him.
Savage felt torn by what was happening, he was hating himself for allowing this to happen, but another part of him didn't care, he just didn't want this to end... Ever. He was doomed, either way...
Unicron was thrusting his large lenght inside him, and Savage was powerless to fight, nor did he wanted at this point. He was a God after all, and he was managing to make him feel like many mechs were all pleasuring him at the same time. Even if there was one solid entity ion front of him taking him so well, hands were everywhere on him, and his entire sensor net was assaulted with pleasure. His CPU was spinning and he felt dizzy with an overload of datas from his sensors.
"Haa... M-Master... Nnngh..." he was scrambling helplessly on the broad shoulder, his claws digging in the plating there and leaving dents and scratches. he hit particularly sensitive spot in his valve and Savage's back arched sharply, while he cried loudly, overload nearing fast.
Unicron was overly pleased with his new puppet. His toy was proving to be a lot more funny then his boring, mad brother... He chuckled, and bit at his neck, licking the energon drawn from the small cuts. "You are so eager... A lot more fun than your brother ever was..." The dark God ourred in his audio, giving him a long, hard thrust, feeling his valve quiver and clench around his lenght, sign of the approaching overload. "Let go... Overload for your Master..."
Savage couldn't hold out any longer. he overloaded, hard, screaming and arching in his hold, throes of passion and pleasure coursing through him. His valve clenched almost painfully hard around the intruder and he shot transfluids over his and his master's abdomens.
Knockout had been walking down the hall way when he heard moans and groans coming from Savage's quarters. Which was strange because he never heard anything come out of Savage's quarters as the flyer was a rather private mech.
"M-Master..."
'What the... Is he fantasying about being fragged by Megatron?' Knockout wondered to himself.
His red optics widened when Savage let out a scream of pleasure so intense it almost sounded like he was in pain. What the hell was going on in there?! He knew for a fact that Savage didn't have a lover, sure he would sleep with one or two of the drones but that was able it.
Knockout left to inform Megatron of this maybe the Decepticon leader would be able to shed some light on this.
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Savage panted heavily slumped against Unicron's broad chest, he winced a little when Unicron pulled out of his port. The dark god kept him pinned against the wall, his feet was dangling in the air.
"That was only a taste, you will get so much more so long as you see me as your lord and master." Unicron purred.
Savage nodded barely conscious from that massive overload. He was barely aware of being carried to his berth and layed down on the berth.
"I will enjoy ravaging you again, my pet. Until next time..."
-TBC-
