Chapter two, Yeah! This one is all about Megatron and Blitzwing. We love the Blitzwing/Oil Slick pairing the most. You'll find that out the more I upload, but... effort is not my main game. Not when I'm on so much anti-migraine meds.
Remember, this is being uploaded for my birthday on Monday 8D Even though this will be done by then. Be sure to check out the typewith.
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Oil Slick thinks it's weird, the way Lord Megatron keeps staring at him. Sure, he's just recently hit bot puberty, and has had to undergo several more mods to his frame and his vocal processor to keep him looking like a proper femme, but that doesn't explain the staring.
Maybe it's the chains he has draped along his hip panels, the chains that make his spark pulse a little. He'd been inappropriately interested in having them used on him during his lessons, and he had been given training for that instead. His creators had been less than pleased.
He supposes he shouldn't keep petting the chains, but they're so small and delicate, he can't keep his claws off. He liked the larger chains that were used on him in the lesson, but these are wonderful as a decoration and to show what he'd be happy to have when he finally gets bonded. He hopes the bot that gets him, he isn't sure if it will be a femme now since both Optimus and Lord Megatron are in the running, will chain him down for the first time they 'face.
He was told that traditionally the first time is very vanilla, but he would happily throw that out in favor of being slowly chained down and used until he can't move for want of energon. The very thought of it makes his spark warm and comfortable.
He still wishes Megatron wouldn't look at him like that, though. It makes him deeply uncomfortable to be looked at so very closely.
Shifting from ped to ped, Oil Slick finally gets his claws away from the chains, and realizes he has missed out on just about everything his creators and Megatron have been saying. He hopes it's not important.
It doesn't help that there's a really attractive triple-changer standing off to Megatron's side, also staring at him and his chains. Or a sexy seeker on the other side, and all three of them look like they want to shove him down and use him for ages. He shivers a bit, and wishes he could hide behind his creators still, but he's too old for that kind of thing now.
It would be nicer if he was smaller, so he could hide behind their legs again, and be allowed to stare back at the triple-changer just as openly. He's never seen a triple-changer before this, and he wants to go sit on the mech and ask him to transform. The bot has a pretty blue face with odd optics. He would like to touch the bot all over, see how he's made.
Instead, he stares at the floor, holding his servos together tightly. He is forcing his blush a little, to encourage the bots to think he's very embarrassed to even be looked at. He jumps slightly in startlement - a move that his ninjabot tutor wishes he'd stop doing but he keeps since it makes him look more fragile - when Mama Wildstar claps her servos sharply to bring out his little sister.
His femme sibling is going to be ruling Hadron IV instead of him, since he will never be the type of bot that the planet looks for in a ruler. Not just because he's a mech, but because of his training to be the perfect demure little princess. He likes being a princess, and this kind even more. A shy and demure prince is still expected to go out and fight and do other things he has no real interest in. The way he is now means he can do what he loves.
Oil Slick loves singing and science, and sitting in a quiet place to read datapads without being interrupted by every passing bot. He likes his privacy, and he likes making deadly, dangerous chemicals. If he has to fight, he doesn't want to use a weapon like princes must. He wants to learn to use chemicals the way he knows he could, if the tutors only allowed him access to things more dangerous than basic solutions. The one time he'd made something dangerous, it had been taken from him immediately.
Wildstar had praised his creativity.
Glitterfrost had tisked at him and told him to focus his energies on other things.
He only sort of does that now, but he still spends as much time in the labs as he can. Even if he wants to spend more time in it, and he's pulled out if he does too much.
He is interrupted from his thoughts by Lord Megatron stepping closer, "I am told that you have a crystal maze," that maze has actually grown a very great deal since he was a sparkling, since Optimus's visits always seemed to make it accelerate in expansion, "and I'd love to go through it with you."
Ah, so he's expected to make up for his inattention by one on one interaction with Megatron. Well, not really one on one interaction, his ninjabot tutor, Powerhug, will be watching to make sure nothing untoward happens, since the mech isn't allowed to pull anything like a botnapping or kissing him when he refuses.
And he will refuse any advances. Despite having a ninjabot tutor, Oil Slick is not promiscuous. He plans to wait for an important bot, one he truly likes. His creators would rather he wait until bonding, but Oil Slick doesn't really know if he should. As Powerhug had advised, it is wise to test a spaceship's engine before purchasing it.
It would be terribly disappointing to find his partner unable to interface properly.
Oil Slick is shocked by Megatron suddenly reaching out and stroking his shoulder decoration. "Would you do me the honor of escorting me through the maze?"
He manages to stop himself from yanking away, but does let himself flinch at that, "I..." He looks at his creators, who are giving him a very stern look, "Yes." He takes Megatron's arm, "I'd love to." He wishes his creators didn't force him into this, since the unwanted touch doesn't speak well for Megatron's intentions. He can see in the bot's optics how Megatron would very much like to just find a secluded spot in the maze to use his spark.
The bot allows himself to be guided, "I hear this is the most extensive royal maze short of the one on Odessyx. I am really looking forward to it." Megatron's voice sends tiny shivers of longing and fear through his spark.
"Prince Optimus comes to visit a great deal. His blessed frame encourages the growth."
"Ah. I have seen vids of him, but his creators have been unwilling to venture into Decepticon territory as of yet." Megatron shifts his arm out of Oil Slick's grasp, and then wraps it around Oil Slick's waist. "The crystals here are lovely." The giant pervbot starts to stroke his hip panels as they walk. "Do you have a favorite place? I have heard that you enjoy being alone."
Oil Slick blushes-an honest blush now, because Megatron had just groped his aft-and stutters, "Y-yes. I have several places in the maze where I enjoy sitting and reading datapads."
Megatron's optics dim, "Would you like to show me them?"
The bot's touches are far too bold, especially since they have only just stepped into the maze. He isn't sure how to pull away, though. He wasn't trained for this, and his spark is sputtering in his chest, kind of afraid of the touch. Something in him doesn't trust the bot to keep away if he says no to advances. "I... I..." He wants to pull away, and he's groped again, "I ... yes?" He doesn't want to, but he doesn't know how to refuse.
Megatron smiles at him, and releases his hips and aft, stepping a respectful distance away. "Lead on, Princess. I look forward to seeing the quiet, private places that you enjoy." His optics shift over to a shadow, where Powerhug is hiding. "It is so difficult to get time alone with a bot such as yourself. I hope to make the best of it."
Oil Slick tenses, wondering how the bot knows he's being watched. How he knows exactly where Powerhug is. "Y-yes. That will be . . nice."
He flinches a bit as his servo is taken, "Maybe I could... read to you. Since you said you enjoy datapads."
He's not bringing Megatron to his more private areas. He has several because Powerhug told him that having a backup is the best plan, and he's glad he listened to the advice. He doesn't want Megatron to look through his more private datapads. He isn't worried about Optimus doing that, but the truckbot is so noble that he has to initiate being cuddled on his own every single time. He hopes that he doesn't get bonded to Optimus, even if he considers the prince his best friend. Their preferences for intimacy seems very out of touch.
It doesn't seem like it would be terrible to be bonded to Megatron, but the bot is so . . . forward in his advances. So . . morally ambiguous. It seems like he might do anything to get the goal he wants to reach. Oil Slick isn't sure if he likes that or not.
The servo was back on his waist.
"You spend quite a lot of time with Prince Optimus out in the maze, do you not?" Megatron asks casually. "Are you monitored by your guardians during that time?" Are you still innocent is what the mech clearly means to ask, and Oil Slick ducks his head.
"We have had many unmonitored visits." He would let the monarch make of that what he would. Especially since he was a sparkling at that time. He has only just recently reached puberty.
Megatron hums softly in thought for a moment, "And what do you think of Prince Optimus?"
He knows the bot means how much he wants to 'face Optimus, but he can take it another way. "I had thought we were going to talk about the crystal maze, not about one of your fellow suitors."
Megatron makes a slightly amused sound, "You have credited Prince Optimus as the reason the maze has grown so well. I just thought he'd be a safe topic."
He's not going to let the bot use him as a way to get to Oddesyx, since he knows the Decepticons have been trying to figure out a way to get to the normally neutral planet. "Not in the way you are asking."
"I see." Megatron ducks his head a bit, "I apologize if I've upset you, Princess." They slow in front of a quiet crystal alcove, with a delicately sculpted crystal bench that Oil Slick sits on.
It is, unfortunately, large enough for Megatron to sit beside him on it. And pull Oil Slick up against his side.
And squeeze his hip panels. "You look lovely in this light, Princess," Megatron says in a low, deep voice. "It makes me think very inappropriate things about you. About how lovely you would look with your servos chained to this bench."
Oil Slick's engine revs.
Megatron's servos drift along his frame, "How you'd act if I pinned you flat, so you couldn't move."
He revs a little louder, optics flickering with want.
One of the chains on his hip panels is played with, "Use these on you, and you'd have to control yourself so they don't break."
He knows he should be pulling away at this, but the idea of it makes his engine roar and spark hot and wanting.
The servos move to his legs, touching transformation seams, "Maybe if we do this more than once, I will bring out something even more delicate, to match your frame all the be-"
Powerhug is suddenly in front of them, arms crossed, "I'm going to have to cut this short."
Megatron smiles, "Good evening, Powerhug. I find it rather amusing that you are acting as chaperone. Wasn't it only a few decavorns ago that you got removed from your last post for interfacing with a bot you were supposed to be chaperoning?"
The ninjabot narrows his optics, "You know that is not what happened, Megatron. I would like it if you didn't spread rumors about me."
Megatron's fingers run along Oil Slick's hip panels, toying with the chains there, "So you didn't fra-"
Powerhug tugs him out of Lord Megatron's arms, and he blinks in confusion. The ninjabot is between him and Megatron, "I believe that your time with the princess is finished, Lord Megatron. She will be escorted out by me, and someone will be along shortly to help you find your way as well. Please stay here so you do not get lost."
Megatron gives him an amused smile. "Yes, of course. I do hope that her creators know that you interfaced the last bot you were watching over."
Oil Slick is tugged away, and he glances at Powerhug, "Did you really interface a bot you were chaperoning?"
There's a long, slow sigh for a response, and he's pulled towards the house. "Yes. I did. But the circumstances were . . unique. He was to be bonded to a bot he did not care for, and we happened to pass a bit too close to red cora, and . . things happened."
Oil Slick moves a bit closer, murmuring softly, "If... if I am to be bonded to a bot I do not like, would you do that with me?" He likes Powerhug, and the ninjabot would very likely work through the haze of cora to put chains on him.
Powerhug looks at him for a long moment, "... If it was a bot you found truly distasteful, I wouldn't even need the red cora."
He wraps his arms around his tutor in a quick hug, murmuring softly, "Thank you."
He gets an optic roll in response, "Don't thank me, Princess. You're going to have to deal with Blitzwing now. He needs to be distracted, and you're the best bet for it. The bot is insane, but you've had enough training to know how to get away safely."
"Blitzwing?" He tips his head to one side, trying to recall which bot that is.
"The triple-changer. He is reportedly a very good knight, and should not take advantage of you in any way. I will still be watching you, of course. I would not let you face such a bot alone."
Oil Slick's spark pulses a little, thinking about the sexy curves and angles of the triple-changer, and his pretty, pretty wings. "Oh. Thank you. I . . appreciate that."
He is lead to where the bot is stomping along the crystal path, and is gently pushed towards the mech. Powerhug does a last second smoothing of his panels so the chains hang right, "Just be careful, princess."
He walks over to the triple-changer cautiously, and looks up at the bot that towers over him. He knows that Megatron is taller, but he can barely tell that from the angle he's at even if they were standing side by side. He stands a little bit further away so he doesn't have to crane his neck as much, "Sir Blitzwing?"
The mech freezes his pacing, and flips faces so that he's back to the blue one Oil Slick had seen before, rather than the angry red one he just had on. "Ah, Princess Oil Zlick, I did not see you zere. Did you need somezing?"
He blushes, his spark pulsing hot and fast at the accent. Primus, it was a hot accent. "I just wanted to make sure you were well, Sir Blitzwing. You seemed upset."
Blitzwing flips to his red face, "Ja, zat is because zat fragger was off molesting you and zat is no way to treat a proper princess!" He flips back to his blue face, "I do hope he did not dishonor you too badly, Princess."
Oil Slick bites his lip, trying not to laugh. "I am fine, Sir Blitzwing. Thank you for worrying about me."
The mech nods once, "Zat is good, Princess. I would not want you to be hurt because of my Lord Megatron's carelessness on zese matters."
He gestures to the bench, encouraging the mech to sit, "You do not need to worry about that. I have my chaperone to keep things in check. Please, sit." Even if he was dangerously close to unlocking at the idea of tiny little chains holding him down.
Blitzwing looks reluctant, "I could not take ze only seat, Princess."
He really adores that accent. "There is plenty of room for the both of us."
"Zat would not be appropriate, Princess. We have not known each ozer long enough, and zere is no chaperone visible to discourage any inappropriate touches."
Oil Slick gestures at the shadows, and Powerhug steps forward into the light.
Blitzwing stares at him, and then nods, "If you wish, we could share ze bench, but we should not touch. It would be too much of a possible temptation. I am known for my interest in chaining mechs down. To find a femme covered in chains puts my motives under suspicion."
"You like chaining bots down?" He really wants to sit on the bot now, and he was planning on just sitting next to him before.
Blitzwing gets on the bench reluctantly, "Ja. I do not really want a femme to chain down, since..." The bot trails off for a moment before looking away, "You are far too young and innocent for me to say why."
He sits on the bench, scooting a little bit closer, "I am old enough to learn the advanced bondage techniques I will have used on me when I am bonded. And that would be a very good case for me not being innocent."
Blitzwing revs loudly, and he leans away, "I . . zat is not an appropriate subject, meine Princess." he blanches, "No, not meine, I did not mean zat." He takes to his peds and waves his servos, "Please do not take offense at zat."
Oil Slick is really having a hard time not laughing now. Blitzwing is trying so hard to be a good knight, and Oil Slick is acting like a terrible temptress. He leans towards the bot, trying to put his sparkplates on display, the way the shameless femmes in his stories would. "I do not mind the informality, Blitzwing."
The mech straightens, optics darting to his plates before moving away with two spots of blush high on his cheeks, "I do, Princess Oil Zlick. It is not somezing I should be saying."
He adores how the bot says his name, "You can just call me Oil Slick." He considers climbing into the bot's arms, but he imagines that won't encourage the triple-changer to take advantage of him. "I wouldn't mind."
There's a flipping of the mech's face, a brief stop on a black faceplate with red optics and a large mouth before returing to the blue face, "Nein, Princess. I could not."
Oil Slick stands, and approaches him, and even with his very long limbs, it is difficult for him to touch Blitzwing's face. "How many of these do you have, Sir Blitzwing? I have seen three so far."
The triple-changer makes a soft noise and leans into the touch. "I have zree faces, Princess. My Lord Megatron has given zem names, to make it easier to tell zem apart. Ze face I wear for you now is called 'Icy,'" the bot ducks his blue face down, bashful. "Ze red face is Hothead."
"And the black and red face?" Oil Slick lets his claws trace over Blitzwing's features.
"Random."
He touches the mech's faceplates, dipping into the slightly open space of the helmet, "Why is it called that?"
Blitzwing's venting is slightly shallow, "Because wiz zat one, I do whatever whim takes me. It is not a safe side of me to be near sometimes."
He wonders if the Random aspect would try to kiss him. "What do you mean?"
The triple-changer moves away as his claws get a tiny bit more adventurous, "I am more inclined to do zings I should not do. I would be just as likely to attack as I am to protect. It is not a face zat I would trust myself to be wiz around you, Princess."
So it would either try to kiss him or possibly throw him down and use him. Well, he wouldn't object to a kiss. "What must I do to provoke this face out?" At Blitzwing's worried look, he clarifies, with a lie, "So I can avoid accidentally bringing it forward?"
The triple-changer backs away from him again as Oil Slick advances forward. "Zat is not somezing zat you need worry about, Princess. I have him under control, and zere are very few zings zat can bring him forward. None which you should accidentally stumble across."
He takes a step closer, and Blitzwing moves away again. "But what if I do? I would hate to say it and not know to be prepared for the change. You haven't let me see more than a flash of Random. You said you could attack me if that happens. I'd want to know that you won't do anything."
Icy shakes his head, backing away more as Oil Slick continuess the slow chase, "Nein. You will not need to worry, Princess. Hothead is ze most dangerous one for attacking, and you did not come to harm when I was him."
He flickers his optics, walking a little closer and wondering if he can somehow manage to corner the mech, "But I should still be allowed to know, Sir Blitzwing. Do you have triggers for all three of your faces?"
"Ja. Some. I tend to move to Icy when someone gives me an order. I move to Hothead when I am angry." He steps back, and Oil Slick feels triumph when the bot ends up backed against one of the dark crystal hedges. "Random is far more . . random."
Oil Slick presses himself up against Blitzwing's form. "I see. And you say he would . . . attack me?" He lets Blitzwing know just how unlikely that sounds.
"In... In a manner of speaking, ja." The triple-changer looks slightly uncomfortable, and Oil Slick adores how hot the bot's chest is. "I zink zat..."
He flickers his optics, "Yes, Sir Blitzwing?"
Blitzwing is flipping back and forth between Icy and Random, and Oil Slick watches in anticipation. He leans forward, rubbing their chests together just a tiny bit. He's hoping the bot stops on Random, so he can get a kiss and hear what all three of the personalities sound like. The bot finally stops, ending on the face that he wants when there's a sound behind them, and an abrupt change back to Icy.
Making a small, hurt sound, he then hears Megatron's deep voice say sarcastically, "Failing in your duties again, Powerhug?"
Blitzwing pushes himself away from Oil Slick quickly, standing sharply at attention, "Ze fault was mine, my liege, and I accept any punishment zat-"
"Oh, please, Blitzwing, do not waste my time with your apologies. I can hardly blame you for wanting a taste of the Princess." His optics dim. "I hope he did not upset you, little femme."
As infuriating as it may be to be called that, his spark still flutters a little, because Megatron has a voice that is pure sin and promise, and it makes him think of those chains again. "I am fine."
Megatron nods at him, and then turns to his knight, "Come, Blitzwing. I have received word that Sir Lugnut has decided to lead an assault on an Autobot world again, because of some perceived insult to my name. We must bid the queens farewell and take an early leave."
The triple-changer nods, "Yes, my liege." The bot turns to him, bowing low, "I apologize for my forwardness, Princess."
He holds out his servo to be kissed, and murmurs softly, "There is nothing to forgive, Sir Blitzwing. But if you insist on saying your sorry, all that is needed is for you to call me by my name." He had been sad to only hear it said in that wonderful accent only a few times."
"Princess Oil Zlick."
He shakes his head, "No. Just my name. You do not need a title, Sir Blitzwing."
"Yes, Princess, I do." He turns away, and Oil Slick takes the opportunity to admire his finely shaped aft, which is much nicer than Optimus's. He's going to wait a few decacycles and then ask his creators if it is possible for him to bond with bots who are not members of royalty or planetary leadership. Just out of curiosity, of course.
Megatron steps forward and takes his servo as well, kissing it gently, without a single hint of the lecherous pervbot he had been acting like earlier. "Farewell, Princess. I hope to see you again soon."
"Goodbye, Lord Megatron. I hope so, as well." If only to have Blitzwing come again. Maybe with them spending the night. He will have to sneak into the mech's room to stay with all night. Possibly wake him, but most likely just recharge in the same berth the entire time and surprise the bot in the morning. He doesn't want to be caught just because he was too eager. Blitzwing is the kind of knight that will give him back to his creators before doing anything.
Which is too bad.
Oil Slick watches the bots go, and rubs his sparkplates absently, only to startle a bit when Powerhug presses a polishing cloth into his servo. "You have paint on your chest, sparkling. You should clean that up before you go to your creators, and hope that Sir Blitzwing is smart enough to clean himself up as well, or you will be going to the medicbot for a sparkscan again."
It had been awful enough the first time he'd had to have a full spark exam. Overloading for Red Alert to make sure he was healthy had been so slagging embarrassing.
He starts to clean off his plates, "Are all Decepticons like Sir Blitzwing?"
His tutor lets out a small bark of laughter, "No. Most of them are significantly less crazy, and noble."
He hums softly, finishing his plates, and putting the cloth back in Powerhug's servos, "I wish he was a little less noble."
The ninjabot smirks, "You shouldn't tell your creators that, Princess."
A blush, "I didn't mean honorless. I like that he respects me. I just wish he would kiss me."
"You still shouldn't tell your creators that."
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