Well, I got a request in Spanish XD I'm taking Spanish, and I'm pretty good, but I didn't understand, so I basically guessed every other word and tried to understand. In the end, Google Translate had three words to translate for me and then I understood a bit. XD I don't mind if you guys request in Spanish. It's good practice for my brain. X3 Do I know how to say all that in Spanish? No, of course not XD Well, here it goes! X3 Hope you like it!
Megatron was allowed to sleep, for a little bit. And then he was woken up by the sound of metal rasping against metal. He dared himself to crack open an optic, and what he saw made him cringe.
"Good morning, sleepy helm," Optimus crooned. The mech was delirious from either a lack of sleep or from the fact he finally got to play dominate mech. He was bouncing on Megatron's spike, and Megatron winced when he saw Optimus' belly. It was bulging.
"What have you done to yourself?"
He giggled and laid his helm down while Megatron overloaded once again. How many times had he overloaded? Megatron didn't know. He doubted Optimus even knew.
"Are you tired yet, Megatron?"
Megatron felt a sore growing between his legs and he shifted. Something was jammed up both his valve and his exhaust port. Whatever lubricant Optimus used to get it up there was gone now. He whined.
"Optimus, I'm sorry, for whatever I did."
"You left a false-spike in my openings. You forgot about me. So I forgot about you."
Megatron looked at Optimus' abdominal plating. "I don't think you forgot about me very long, Optimus."
He growled softly, laying down again as he sighed. Optimus was coming back, the real Optimus, and not the crazy mech that had ridden his spike for probably hours. "I hurt..."
That sounded more like Orion Pax. Perhaps Megatron could somehow correct this? He found he wasn't tied up anymore. He reached under him and slowly pulled the two false-spikes out of his openings, his optics squeezed tight as he breathed heavily. He probably deserved this pain. When they were out of him, he laid Optimus down on the berth. The Prime merely whimpered and stared at him.
Megatron touched Optimus all over, ignoring his pain and searching for where Optimus could have hurt himself. The Prime's valve was damaged slightly. The walls were worn and puffy, but Megatron could feel no serious damage that would result in surgery. He patted his belly, wondering just how much was his coding and how much was a possible sparkling.
Optimus whimpered softly, shaking his helm. "Do not touch there. It hurts."
"I wonder why, you stupid librarian. What were you thinking?" Megatron spoke fondly to him. It made Optimus smile a bit, and he swatted his thigh. "Serves you right."
Optimus watched Megatron, pulling his armor off so the larger mech could rub his belly. He winced and squirmed, but gradually the swelling went down and revealed the slightest hint of a sparkling. "Oops."
Megatron rolled his optics and helped the mech up. "Just let the medics take care of you, and if you ever feel a little weird and slightly insane again, don't come here."
Optimus nodded, but he chained Megatron back to the berth. "Just because you are a sire now does not mean I am giving you the go-ahead to leave. You will leave when the sparkling is old enough to not depend on us. When that time comes, I will let you go."
"And...how long is that?"
Optimus shrugged. "I have not carried a sparkling full term before."
This was another one of Optimus' revenge stunts. Megatron fragged him once, got him carrying, told him to get an abortion. He even paid for it. Now Optimus was taking it out on Megatron, reminding him of all his mistakes. Will Megatron ever get a break?
"Oh, and so you do not feel left out, I will get you carrying as well once I alert Ratchet to my condition. Enjoy yourself while I am gone."
Megatron whined as the door shut. He didn't like this side of Optimus, but he made Optimus become who he was by being himself when he should have been gentle and understanding. Because Megatron lacked compassion, so would Optimus around him.
It was only fair, in the words of his former mate.
