Chasing a Mirage

"Where is my father!" Mirage snapped, stalking into the room where several of Cybertron's most elite had gathered in early celebration of Decimus' parade and the erection of his statue.

"Mirage." Decimus stood and Mirage stalked over to him.

"This is how you continue Cybertron? By stealing energon from the mouths of the less fortunate?" Mirage didn't allow his father pause. "I devoted my life to justice and equality amongst mechs and you supported me. Yet you are such a hypocrite that you waste energon that could be spent on raising the standard of living for the lower classes and you build a statue?"

Mirage was infuriated.

"Mirage, this is not the place or time."

"It is never the place or time! You, father dearest, are a filthy, primitive, organic PIG!"

The sound of metal slapping metal rang about the silence and Mirage stared at the wall in amazement. His father had actually struck him. He snarled and struck back without a second thought before turning and leaving, the party remaining silent for a moment after he slammed the doors shut behind him. Murmurs began and Decimus chuckled, raising his glass.

"Younglings and their rebellious ways."

A smattering of nervous chuckles and other glasses were raised before the party returned to full swing.

Mirage stalked down the hall, searching for Soundwave.

"Mirage: Troubled?"

Mirage turned at the familiar voice of Ratbat's slave and nodded at the blue mech.

"Soundwave." Mirage looked around before opening a door and waving the other mech in. Soundwave entered the office and Mirage followed, locking the door behind them. He turned to the slave and sighed, leaning against the door before straightening. "Have you found him? Any of them?"

"Affirmative: Megatron and others: Fighting in Arena matches."

"I see." Mirage had heard of the matches. Brutal shows of strength where only one competitor survived. "Do you know how to contact him?"

"Affirmative. Contact already made." Mirage felt his spark flutter.

"And?"

"Message encrypted to Mirage's voice." Soundwave pulled a small datachip out of his subspace and gave it to Mirage.

"Thank you." Mirage gasped. The older mech nodded and bowed. "Oh, I'm sorry, dismissed."

Soundwave left the room and Mirage slid the chip into his wrist port.

"Name?"A computed femme voice asked and Mirage sighed.

"Mirage."

"Confirmed. Message playing." Megatron's voice crackled over Mirage's audials, feedback and background noise filtered to a dull murmur.

"Mirage. Meet me tomorrow at these coordinates," A series of digits flashed across Mirage's processor, saved and pinpointed on a map. It was a bar and motel on the outskirts of Kaon. "I've missed you, please come." Mirage checked the date of the chip. It was recorded the previous day. Mirage glanced at the chronometer in the corner of the office. It was still early enough that he could make it to the motel before nightfall.

The drive was refreshing and when Mirage arrived at the motel he felt much calmer. It was just beginning to get dark and Mirage found he had time to make himself presentable. He checked into a room, giving it a once over. It was nice, surprisingly, with burgundy walls and faded velvet curtains over the large windows. The berth was large and plush with decently clean velvet covers embroidered with gold. It was surprisingly expensive looking for Kaon – one of the poorest cities on Cybertron next to Vos.

Mirage reached into his subspace and pulled out a thin plastic armor decoration. It was a bodice with garters "stockings", armbands and a thin collar. Mirage quickly adorned himself, catching a glance of himself in the darkened window. He frowned and slid his palms over his aft before sighing and walking out to wait for Megatron in the bar.

He sat at the bar on a plush stool and ordered a drink, sighing when his energon came around and cupping the twisted, elegant container in his hand gently. He sipped his drink delicately, glancing up when he heard heavy footfalls approaching.

His vents caught and he stared as Megatron approached him. The black and yellow miners tape had been removed and revealed red designs across his smooth, elegant body. Primus himself couldn't have looked more divine.

Mirage turned and straightened when he sat beside him.

"Mirage." Megatron kissed Mirage's hand gently and Mirage stroked his face.

"Megatron…" The larger mech smirked and leaned in for a kiss, Mirage pulling him closer firmly. "It's been too long." The towers mech whispered.

"And you waited for that long." Megatron whispered. "You barely know me, why wait? Why search for me?"

"You may be an uncouth, stubborn, jackaft miner, but you're a decent spark." Mirage sighed. "Much more concerned for the equal rights of Cybertronian's than my father or any other over stuffed elitist mech I've met."

"Mirage… I'm too dangerous for you to associate with." Megatron whispered, pulling away. "You should leave, better to forget about me." Megatron pushed him away gently, turning to leave. Mirage sat frozen for a moment before storming after the larger mech, catching up with him and grabbing his arm.

"Now hold on, Megatron!" He hissed as they stood in the hall. "I did not bust my aft fighting for the rights of your people and trying to hunt you down just so that you could walk away and tell me to just forget about you!"

"Mirage." Megatron whispered, voice husky as he stared at the smaller mech.

"No! I'm not letting you go! My father is wrong, he's always been wrong! You're RIGHT, Megatron, things have to change! The peaceful protests? The petitions? I've tried them all, they don't work, nobody listens!" Mirage cupped Megatron's shoulders, looking up into crimson optics. "But you… They will listen to you, I know they will."

"Mirage, I… I'm going to do something tomorrow… It could ruin everything if it went wrong… Are you sure you want to be mixed up in that?"

Mirage sighed and rested his helm against Megatron's chest.

"Anything you need of me, Megatron, I will give you. Anything you want from me, it is yours."

Golden optics met red and Megatron froze before diving down to capture pale lips in his own silver ones. They stood like that, kissing in front of Primus and everyone before Mirage pulled away.

"Megatron!" Megatron momentarily worried that he had misinterpreted the elite mech's words but Mirage tugged his hand toward the elevator. "Not here, I have a room."

Megatron smirked as he followed the smaller mech. Once they entered the room Megatron slid his arms around Mirage's waist, sliding the plastic off of the smooth, supple metal and the older mech purred as he slid his servos over the slender mech's form, lifting flexible thigh and pulling Mirage back against his body as he leaned against the door.

"Ah! Megatron…" Mirage's waist armor was removed and the smaller mech removed the larger mech's shoulder armor. They touched and tasted one another before Megatron moved towards the berth, tossing Mirage onto the berth roughly. He worried for a moment before Mirage gasped and grabbed at him, digging fingers into thick armor to peel it back, exposing the thick protoform.

"Mirage…" The slender mech's chestplate and pelvic armor were removed and Megatron groaned as his own armor was shed. Mirage clutched at his helmet and Megatron lowered his head, allowing Mirage to remove the thick shell carefully. Long black, gold and red crests unfurled and Mirage gasped, stroking them gently.

"They're beautiful… You're beautiful…" The silver mech lowered his mouth to the smaller mech's, kissing him gently, passionately.

"Give me your spark, Mirage." Megatron whispered and Mirage gasped as he revealed his spark to the older mech, the casing sliding aside and Megatron groaned. As he touched and fondled the glowing plasma, dipping his fingers inside and smirking at Mirage's cries. Mirage blushed and tried to stifle his noises of pleasure – it was not proper for an elite mech to make such noises. "Give me your cries. Give me your body. Give me everything you are and I will do the same."

Mirage spread his thighs, rubbing his port against Megatron's spike, gasping and shrieking and groaning as Megatron touched and stroked him, bringing him closer to overload with every caress.

Finally the enormous mech thrust into Mirage, the smaller mech arching in pain and pleasure at the intrusion, gasping and panting when his spark met Megatron's as well. The overwhelming sensations merged and twisted around him, evoking more shrieks and cries from him.

"Tomorrow… Mirage… You will bear my badge…" His intentions were revealed and he was pleased to find that Mirage engulfed them eagerly, accepting and becoming excited about the events about to unfold before his optics. "You will stand beside me, as my equal… Lord Mirage."

"Megatron! My lord! My liege!" Mirage gasped. "Yes!"

Their spark separated and Mirage gasped as the discharge overloaded his circuits, lubricant filling and spilling from his port and spike. Megatron roared as he overloaded and collapsed on his arms above Mirage, staring down at the dazed mech. Mirage gasped and smirked, sliding his palms over Megatron's hips.

"You're going to go through with it?"

"Of course… Like you said, the protests and petitions didn't work… This… This will only be the beginning… We can force them to understand. To listen."

Mirage smiled and stroked Megatron's face, kissing his chin and licking his nasal ridge gently.

"Whatever you do, I will be right there beside you… You might not always see me, but I'll be there."

"I love you, Mirage."

"I love you too, Megatron."

Mirage sighed as he felt Megatron filling him, curling his legs around Megatron as he fell into recharge, still connected to the older mech. Megatron smiled as he stared down at the smaller mech.

"I'll give you Cybertron, my beautiful Mirage, I promise." And Megatron never broke a promise.