Double Bind

by Guardinthena

The Autobots and Decepticons are forced into an uneasy alliance to discover a source of Cybertonium to save their lives. As the Quest drags on, it becomes apparent to Megatron that the Quest will fail as long as they are fighting each other. He makes a proposition that they take their aggression out on another source-Optimus Prime's conjunx endura, Phage. Lemon-OpxOCxMeg

4. Chapter 4

Author's Note: At last I am able to post the very chapter that was requested by fellow fanfiction writer Tennoda in exchange for an ending to her story Prisoner! This has been a long road. A twenty-two drafts and six pages removed content kind of long road. When Tennoda and I originally talked about our fanfic exchange the lemon threesome I mentioned was nothing like what my final draft came to be. I could not post what was the orignal concept because the characters, mainly Optimus, were so out of character that it felt so wrong to post something like that. As I worked through the drafts, this story started to take shape and suddenly it expanded into more than just a oneshot idea. It has been an interesting ride to say the least.

As I mentioned in the authors note of last chapter, this story has grown on me in fun ways. If just one person requests it, I am willing to write more scenes between PhagexOptimusxMegatron for this story.

This fanfic also has multiple endings for the Quest for Cybertonium. I stated last chapter that I had two alternate endings planned, but that number has expanded to four. Each with a vastly different outcome for the future of Phage and the Cybertronians that have the potential to spawn their own alternate story arcs. The first of these alternate endings I like to refer to as the 'cop out' ending, and its outcome is hinted at in this very chapter. It was the orignal ending I had planned for Double Bind. I will leave it up to you readers to see why it is dubbed that.

Lastly, a shout out to say thank you to twistedlittledoll and Phoenixless9819 for favoriting and following Double Bind!

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Chapter 4,

Life was strange, Phage reflected, as she stood rigid as a statue willfully allowing Megatron to stroke her chin with the smooth pad of his thumb. It was strange that her short lived throuple relationship with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe was but one of life's many stepping stones to prepare and lead her to this very point. All of it, Megatron and Optimus's bickering, the power plays, she could transcribe all of it onto the Terrible Twins with their sibling rivalry and trivial spats. When Phage realized that, the whole situation was not just relatable, but bearable enough to stomach.

I am not an overpowered femme, Phage told herself. I. Made. A choice.

And with that choice, if she was given the opportunity, she would turn the whole damn thing around on Megatron and show the bastard who was going to own whom. She refused to allow him to use interfacing as a power play against her. She would be damned if-

A cool, soothing presence brushed her consciousness from afar, the sensation not unlike the tender touch of a lover's gentle hand stroking her cheek. Ever thankful for her visor, her optics shifted off of Megatron and found Optimus across the way, allowing the tension to ease from her shoulder struts and his calming presence permeating through her mind to assuage the anger bubbling within her until she cooled beside his grounding essence. Lulled into a false sense of security, her optics slid shut and her breath hitched as she was left reeling at the dual sensations of Optimus's living aura within her processes and the unwanted touch of Megatron's black matte digits tipping her chin up before gliding along the curve of her throat.

The same hands, she recalled abruptly, that had abused her months before the formation of the Alliance.

A sudden overwhelming urge rose up in her to smack Megatron's hand aside and make a jab for the kidney's. Her muscle cables tensed to lash out and she had to forcibly stop herself, accumulating in a very noticeable flinch. Her resolve was further bolstered by Optimus as more of his will spilled into her roiling psyche. On tender threads, Phage barely managed restraint as her fist trembled, locked at her side. Phage did tilt her cranium away from Megatron's touch, exposing more of her neck cables to him than she would have liked.

For my 'Bots, she had to remind herself. This is for my 'Bots.

Megatron took his leisure, his digits slowing to a crawl to gauge the pulse of her main fuel line. Her optics flew open, staring blindly across the war room. Without a word to the rapid pulse, Megatron's digits continued their path trailing along the arch of her shoulder strut and rushing to the edge of her pauldron where each digit took its own unhurried dive off the lip into empty space. She tried not to shiver at the ghost signals left in his wake, but some tell must have been transparent as Megatron's quiet, husky laugh haunted her audios. And then he moved out of her field of vision.

A swell of anxiety struck her fast. Out of a wild fear that she would look weak before the Decepticon warlord, Phage did not move to track him and so lost him from her line of sight, peripheral and all. Needing an anchor, her optics swiveled around and locked straight ahead of her onto the brilliant red and blue color scheme of Optimus Prime. The space between them had not seemed to yawn so wide before, but the divide was suddenly vast and insurmountable. They might as well have stood across a canyon as wide and deep as the Valles Marineris on Mars with his presence in her brain module, though fortifying, as useful as love letters. Their gazes caught across the expanse, and there in Prime's she found a tortured, helpless expression reflecting in his exposed optics.

Do something, she silently mouthed.

::I...:: The thought hung between their binary-bonded brain modules for a moment before he finally concluded with no amount of underlying frustration to the Send, ::...am unable.::

The lower half of her face contorted to reflect her confusion before alighting with revelation not more than a second later. ::The crew.:: A swell of regret and guilt washed over her from Prime's end of their resonated sparks. ::He's holding them over you too.::

Her audio receptors strained to detect the faintest soft whirl of Megatron's gears or quiet compression of his internal hydraulics. It may have been a useless endeavor, as she could feel the heat given off by his large frame for how close he stood behind her, but any advantage to his next move was information to help prepare her. If she really could fortify herself at all.

Unbidden, and yet all in a fruitless effort to prolong additional contact, Phage's omni-directional hair ghosted his frame, recoiling ever higher and higher, spilling over her shoulder struts and scaling her cranium to regain the allusion of the messy bun it had once held.

All of a sudden a Send penetrated through her racing processor from Optimus, one he had not meant to share with her. The mental data was of Megatron's reaction to her omni-hair accompanied by an image of the two of them from Optimus's perspective. Of her stiff, anxious self and a smirk on Megatron's stern features as he regarded her omni-hair. Apparently, he found it amusing.

::Close me off.:: Her Send shot off at rapid pace, desperate and imploring.

::No.::

Her red lips contorted into a grimace to match the pain in his optics. ::Please. You know I'm not good at it. I doubt I could keep you shut out for long. But you could. Don't do this to yourself. The both of us don't have to-::

::No.:: Laconic and adamant came his short reply. ::This is my fault.::

::Don't put yourself through this too.::

::Whether we had kept the resonance or not Phage, or undergone the Conjunx Ritus, we would still be going through this together.::

Tears threatened to build up and cut fresh tracks down her cheeks. ::Optimus.::

With a steely will and a steadying breath, Phage cycled air in through her olfactory. It was rare that words could strike her so deep, but Optimus was always so sincere, and if it were not for Megatron or their situation she knew she would have likely succumb to a rare fit of weakness all over Optimus's shoulder.

Instead, she swallowed the lump threatening to form in her throat. ::You stubborn...:: She stumbled to find the right words. ::-Stubborn mech!::

His Touch grazed her consciousness again. She was desperate to give in to the comfortingly familiarity and instead did as she had threatened she would—she booted him from her mental space and tried to lock him out. An effort she knew from training sessions that she was far less good at than him. It required concentration and with Megatron acting as distractee she knew she would not last to make it to her best record, but she had to try.

After having successfully booted Prime, it twisted her fuel tanks too painfully to look at Optimus. The mere idea that he would feel what she felt through their Bond sickened her too deeply. They both did not have to suffer through what was going to come, no matter that Optimus insisted that they should. Casting her gaze downwards, Phage fixed it to the floor and waited.

When Megatron's digits touched her backside in the small of the space between her door wings, Phage jumped badly. Then grimaced in self berate when Megatron chortled quietly behind her.

"Sensitive, Phage?" Murmured Megatron overhead. He did not wait for her response and she knew he would not, and likely not, expect one anyway.

His digits glided along the edge of her left door wing from the connector on her back to the keen edged tip. As his digits ascended, so too did her door wings until they were angled at a sharp degree. When his digits alighted at the utmost point, he flicked the tip of her door wing sending a minor tremor reverberating through the sensitive appendage, into the joint connector, before shooting through her frame. Again Phage flinched and tried not to think about the pleasant tendrils that trickled through her systems.

"Very sensitive, it seems." Megatron concluded softly.

She wanted to groan and held it back. How was she that readable?

Traveling lightly, his digits continued their exploration across the expanse of her door wings. "You know," Megatron remarked quietly, "I have missed your company at the sea base."

"I can't see how." Phage strained to say. "When there are such characters as Rumble, Frenzy and Skywarp to keep things entertaining."

Those infuriating digits trailed to her right door wing and began absently sketching invisible patterns on the surface. The gentleness of his touch surprised her though. She had not realized he was capable of being light-handed. "You know my preference for quiet, intellectual company."

"What are you doing?" Phage snapped and tried to glance around to spot him. "Just..." She struggled to say the words and gave up on it. "You know."

Some alien emotion died off his face before she could decipher it.

"I know many things." Megatron remarked coyly, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips. He shifted behind her, closing the distance in their height. When he spoke again, it was near her right audio receptor where she could just glance him from her peripheral. "You are going to have to be more specific than that, mediator."

Damn it all. Apparently, he was enjoying her new function a little too much.

In the wake of his encroach, her messy bun omni-hair coiled and tightened painfully with no further place it could retreat, dreading the unavoidable contact. Her stray 'fly-aways' writhe and recoiled where it brushed against the slightest part of his frame, utterly uncertain with what to do with itself as much as any survivors caught outside of a vault. When Phage felt his hand at her back brush and chase one of her strands, she recalled Optimus's errant thought.

Oh god, why did I never do anything about my omni-hair? A full helmet, how many times have I told myself that?! A full helmet would have been so preferable right now!

"Just get this over with." Phage strained to grit between her denta.

"So impatient." A sly smile worked its way across his lips. His subtle touches ceased, leaving her senses straining to discern the next brush.

"Relax, Phage. We are going to be here awhile." He chortled her name, hot breath playing against her audio receptor as his lips brushed it with the delicacy of butterfly wings. A shiver trolled up and down her spine. "I always take my time with my newest acquisitions."

Her optics widened behind her visor as a small coil of heat ignited in her core and her valve clenched.

Oh—my-god.

How could his voice whispering in her audio have that kind of affect on her? Better question, why was Megatron's voice not classified as a weapon of mass destruction? If should have been. Somebody, somewhere fudged up, because to have the kind of charismatic power to bend half a planet under one's control had to be illegal. That was too much power for one mech to have—and then to turn around and wield that power on her poor soul... It was as unfair as Optimus whispering sweet not-safe-for-work-environment nothings to rev her up or take her over the edge, situation depending.

It could not be Megatron's voice, she convinced herself, it was the damn Decepticon Altihex virus woven through her systems that was making his voice so sexy-

-No! Tantalizing! That was the word! Not the other! Never the other.

Ignore! Hard pass! Swipe left! Swipe. Left.

Although, the way his hands are massaging my door wings is undeniably nice. As if he had intimate knowledge of their workings. Would it be so wrong to enjoy just a little bit of this...

Hard stop! Yes! Yes it would! Stop!

"Getting this over with, as you put it, requires both parties cooperation. And you are as rigid as Optimus mid-speech."

Phage was just opening her mouth to make an acidic retort when instead an abrupt, shrill squeak flew off her glossa. Without warning, Megatron dug his digits into the door wing slots and probed the sensitive connectors making her jump badly as one pleasurable jolt after another raced through her systems.

Desperate to recover the situation, Phage tried to stifle any further undignified squeaks, yet was completely unable to stop her door wings from twitching and jerking incessantly at his touch. She shot him a sideways glare.

"I wonder why!" She bit back and failed at that, her voice hitting an octave higher than normal when he found a particular sensitive nerve-circuit. Embarrassed by her natural bodily reactions, Phage was further humiliated that Megatron had seemed to take an keen intrigue in the matter. He kept toying with the same area, causing little pleasurable electric shock waves to shoot down her back and dissipate in an tingling sensation over and over again. Standing still was an improbability. Keeping her door wings docile was an impossibility.

"You cannot hide behind your feisty temper forever, Phage." Behind her and out of her field of vision, Megatron's attention casually rolled from her profile to her fidgety door wings. Lightly he said, "There is no defense I have yet to demolish."

"Really?" Remarked Phage deadpan. He caught the twinge that rippled through her omni-hair and the subtle shift in the vibrancy of her cerulean visor. "Will you just-" She stammered. "-Let's just get this over with."

His tormenting digits kept plying the sensitive wires and connectors, making her spasm uncontrollably. Suddenly, Megatron chuckled.

"What's so funny?" She hissed.

"Your impatience to begin." There was no wiping the grin twisting its way onto his face as he teased the area further, taking his time until he had satisfied his curiosity. All throughout, Phage struggled to swallow every squeak and squeal and twinge, with little success.

"Do try to relax, my little spitfire." His voice rolled off his glossa in a rumble of a whisper, lips fluttering against her audio receptor. "And this can be a pleasurable experience for the both of us."

Phage inhaled sharply as her processor was left grasping for the normalcy it had had not an hour ago.

His...spitfire? His?

How was his voice...oh god. Rumbling in husky honeyed notes that she had no idea could sound so enticing-No. No! No. Damn the Altihex virus...

Bad Phage, bad!

But—his! What?

Phage was only too glad when Megatron's curiosity was sated with her door wings, then quickly left to dread as his left hand trailed down along her spine. His course sharply diverged, wrapped around her arm and trapped it to her side. He drew her flush against his frame in a one-armed embrace, his large hand splaying across the expanse of her soft waist, digits teasing the elasticity of the solidified living metal. He seemed only satisfied when it gave under his touch with the flexibility of the smoothest of Earth leather's.

Beneath his warm hand, Megatron felt Phage's muscle cables tense and recoil causing the soft metal to harden under his touch, losing its former elasticity until it took on the strength of sturdier metal alloys. A low growl rushed from Megatron's throat.

"Relax I said." Lazily, he preoccupied himself with tracing the seams of her abdomen, diverging suddenly off to mark invisible patterns on the flat surface, than repeat the motion.

Unease and queasiness began to settle in her fuel tanks with the motions of his digits.

"Annoyed, Megatron?" Phage tried to needle and huffed a laugh in a vain attempt to dissuade the feelings in the pit of her fuel tanks and bolster her nerve. "You Cybertronians have the kinkiest fetish for soft materials."

Gradually, Megatron tightened his hold on her in a slow constricting embrace, pulling her closer against his frame than she thought possible. Notions of intimacy filled her befuddled processor. Memories of similar sensations with Optimus, drawn up so close beside him that they seemed to fit like pieces of the same puzzle and that if they could be any closer together they would have had to have been combiners. A corner of her was left stumbling that she could feel the same sensation right then, drawn up so close against Megatron's own frame that it frightened her.

So close that she could feel Megatron's lips move against her audio, feel the sarcastic smile pulling at his lips at her attempted jibe. "Clearly you are speaking from experience. I was wondering what was keeping Optimus attached at your heels."

The white hue of her face shot straight through with an energon blue blush. Behind the band of her visor, her optics widened to match her slack jawed gape. She fumbled to correct herself but Megatron cut her off before she could.

"Do you know what it is that makes femmes exotic?"

She wanted to respond yes, second guessed herself and gave a small shake of her head in the negative.

His denta grazed her audio receptor. "No. Of course not, Earthling. Vorner." His digits traced out another alien pattern on the flat of her stomach. "I doubt you would appreciate the complexities of the answer."

"One of those, you had to have been there." Muttered Phage numbly. She was too preoccupied trying to decipher what symbols was he drawing on her stomach. She could not place a one of them.

"You came from a soft world." Another pattern. Another digit trailing up and then down the seams. "War took what little Cybertron had. Those that survived hardened up."

"So I'm what?" She said carelessly, attention half on the conversation and half on what in the world he was doodling on her.

She could not see him clearly, but his optics flickered up, seeing her optics pass the visor. "A callback."

"I am not defective."

She finally decided that it was probably just that—doodles. But it felt so...intimate. Like everything else he was doing so far. Doodling was something that she occasionally did after overloading with Optimus. She would just lay curled up beside him, or atop of him, and absently trace circles and random shapes on the panes of his glass.

It was so strange that Megatron was doing that to her. On her stomach. Before he even fragged her.

He is not blessing-slash-cursing your core to suddenly be fertile and accept his black coding. He is not. Megatron is not Russian. He does not have Russian-level cursing powers.

Her thoughts stalled as another symbol was drawn.

...Although, he is from Kaon. Is that Russian equivalent? Oh god, that might be Cybertron's Russian equivalent.

A low husky laugh rumbled from his chassis. "I never said you were defective. It seems you misunderstand me as well." His digits followed a seam trail leading down her thigh and around to her port plating. "You're a callback to more bountiful days."

Phage jerked in his grasp, twisting sharply and squeaked as his digits traced the seam on her port plating. A spike of anxiety struck straight through her and did not go away when his pointer digit returned to her thigh, picking at the soft alloy between the armor.

"Well mediator." His lips continued to flirt against her audio receptor as he spoke. "Your new function is to ease tensions, is it not." His voice rose loud enough to be heard by Optimus. "Why do we not start by telling Optimus what you like about me. I keep hearing how speaking well of another is a good starting ground."

She could feel her vocal modular atrophying and a string of curses and ill suited names thrown at him spilled through her processes.

"No need to be shy."

Phage had to resist snorting.

"Nothing." Phage was not entirely sure how she managed to slip the word pass the hard lump in her throat but her snark remark did not sit well with him. His digits squeezed her waist hard enough to induce pain. Taking it in stride, Phage pressed her lips together into a tight defiant frown. Her stance stiffened as the mounting pain intensified.

"Honesty," Megatron rasped, "is something I always reward." His optics narrowed before he added, "If you remember."

"Come now, Megatron." Optimus suddenly interjected from across the way. "You reward no one."

In a flash, Megatron's hold loosened on her as his attention diverted to Prime and snapped off. "I reward the few that earn it."

As the two traded barbs, Phage desperately tried to fight against the honest response that wanted to drag itself from her mouth. The muscle under her right optic began twitching incessantly as she mentally warred against the virus. Slowly, she began to fail against it. Her lips snapped apart to give her the gap she needed to suck down air to say-

"Your...voice." The admission came out in a strained hiss and silenced the both of them at once. It was small victories that her brain module would not let her traitorous glossa expound on the myriad words she wanted to use to express his voice.

The tension lessened, and Megatron's thumb began to message the area he had just tried to bruise. Phage tried desperately not to reflect on how good that little bit of pressure felt on her tense muscle-cables.

"Anything else?"

His words were as dangerous as smoke on water. Tantalizing and alluring, drawing unwary listeners out into the water to drown... She bit her bottom lip in hopes that that would somehow keep her traitorous voice sealed away. There came a low throaty snort of amusement from Megatron before he nipped the top of her audio receptor, eliciting yet another curt little squeak and small jump from her.

"Do not fight me."

"You have a nice..." Oh god, dear god, fighting it was as strenuous as Ratchet warned her it would be. She had never bothered to pay attention to any difficulties before now. Had no reason to suspect that Megatron had been plotting any of this. She had been more concerned that he would turn around one day and ask her to phase out someone's spark. She had felt she would have had the iron will to resist something like that. But this. Where she had to agree prior...all her priorities were so screwed. "-Physique." The word strained to get out in the open. "I have always loved... the Classic body."

"Classic?" The lint in his timbre exemplified his curiosity and amusement. She was certain he was throwing shade at Optimus across the way.

Perspiration beaded on her forehead as she tried to fight the Decepticon engineered Altihex Virus.

"Phage." Drawled Megatron.

Her central processor reeled. How could her designation sound that good coming from him?

"Art term to define the Classical period in Greece. To describe their portrayal of masculinity across their artwork. Broad shoulders...slender hips...athletic body... The inverted pyramid. Oh! Or –or it was the Hellenistic Period? It slips... The red trim you've added is...very...striking too-And the minimalist scrawl work was a nice touch!"

The words out, she gasped hard for breath.

"Was that so difficult?" Candied gratification rung in his voice.

"Optimus's body is the exemplified specimen." She shot off quick to soil his small victory. She felt it was the only thing she could do.

It earned her a hiss from the mech and a pinch at her thigh were his digits were teasing her living metal skin between the seams. It went without saying that it hurt, or that she was more successful at concealing the pain than the pleasure he was inducing. "Silence."

In the brief reprieve that followed, Phage began to fear what other ploys Megatron was plotting to mortify her in front of Optimus. Half of her wished he would just get this whole thing over with. The other hoped that somebody would barge in and save both Optimus and her from Megatron's tactics..

...Antics? She wondered. ...Sudden devious sexual desires? Perhaps that was better wording for-

She crashed the senseless meandering thoughts and rebooted.

This is just another evening with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. She just had to keep telling herself that over and over. Loosen up. She bemoaned her own thoughts. For the crew—no. For your 'Bots. Keep that in mind. Try-oh gawd I can't believe I'm going to say this, Phage ol' girl, try to enjoy this. Scream at Optimus later.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, the chant took up again in her cranium.

As his left hand mapped out her seams, his right cradled her chin and forced it at an angle. His lips ghosted her jawline. Each small peck sparked a warmth that seeped into her living metal flesh and left her reeling at the gentle, lover-esque display of affection. None of his behavior was anything like what she had expected.

"There is so much more than what Phage is letting on, Optimus." Megatron said between the feather-light pecks. "Why, we use to have the most engaging conversations during her...stay." He nipped her chin. Then, his right hand cupped her shoulder strut and began inching down. "Philosophy, history, musical taste-"

She was not sure how it was possible that his touch could made her skin crawl while his warm hand felt so good.

Not Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Not Sunstreaker and Sideswipe-!

"Will you quit it." Said Phage meekly.

"-I daresay she grew on me. And I know the connection I sensed was mutual. How often was it that your optics lingered overdue on me? Why do you not tell Optimus. He deserves to know."

The color of her cheeks deepened in shade as her jaw went slack. There was no denying the truth from the mortification blatant on her face. Her optics had wandered to the Decepticon lord while she was his hostage. Over time, she had caught herself running troublesome thoughts...trying to sympathize and then romanticizing the powerful warlord. When she had finally escaped, she had rationalized her experience to Stockholm Syndrome.

Behind her visor, Phage squeezed her optics shut.

Just another night with the Twins. Just another—damn it all.

"Go to hell."

A low, short lived chuckle rumbled from Megatron's chassis. Quietly, he said for her audios alone, "I should have claimed you back then. Against your workstation." Behind the visor, Phage's optics widened not just at the admission, but at also how it made her fuel pump clench and at the warmth that it ignited in her core. "You would still be mine and wearing my badge."

There was the possessive usage again. 'His.' Now 'mine.'

She did not want to think what would have happened if he had—if events had...

All thought processes crashed when Megatron rubbed his olfactory along her jawline, up to her audio receptor then out to her cheekbone, making a bypass to graze his denta on her audio receptor. All in show for Optimus she soon realized, as Megatron leaned his cranium against the top of hers, his chin coming just above her audio and announced loud enough for the first time for Prime to hear.

"There is an injustice that has come to my attention."

What?

"You prepared a speech, Megatron?" She did not think she had ever heard Optimus's tone come off before as deadpan. "Really."

"Every momentous occasion calls for one."

Oh gawd. Wait—momentous, my aft, fragging serial-

"As I was saying, there is an injustice that has come to my attention and I can no longer stand to see the injustice continue. So, I take action..." The long dramatic pause that followed was meant to see if Optimus would interject, but when he did not rise to take the bait Megatron continued unfazed. "It always begins with me and it always goes like this."

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. She tried to continue the chant while she silently boiled on the spot. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe...

A small sharp noise escaped Phage's lips when Megatron's right hand touched the sensitive nerves behind her knee guard. His warm digits remained fixed there as she shifted in his grasp, grinding against him. Once she settled, his digits squeezed and...

Oh, oh that actually felt...nice. Was he, massaging the muscle cables...? She had no idea his touch could be so light, like...like Op's. She was always sore...If he could just keep doing that... Damn it all, she needed a day at a spa. With a masseuse. That would be ideal. Did Cybertronians even have a masseuse equivalent job position? Did Ratchet qualify?

Seemingly at random, he picked a seam of her design and his warm digits traveled upward feather-light at an agonizingly slow pace that set her already hypersensitive nerves ablaze and her to squirm and grind against him again. It was not long before his right hand stalled on the band of her waist guard, the pressure of his hand surprisingly light yet prominent.

Phage's optics darted from Megatron's black matte hand resting languidly and with all familiarity on her hip plate and leapt back up to find Optimus's gaze across the way. Still he had not moved. Still he had been unable to remove his optics from them. She was certain that Optimus's attention had zeroed in on Megatron's hand with the ire of a keen edged blade with all the desire to lance the offending appendage off and frustrated that he could not.

She could feel Megatron's derma spread into a wide smile against her audio.

"I begin by taking what I want." He announced again in a casual manner. He squeezed her hip. Phage was utterly still, waiting for him to break the band. Across the way Optimus tensed.

And then his digits lifted to the tips and continued along his pre-chosen path. Phage had just started to release the breathe she had not known she was withholding when she reversed the outflow. His digits ghosted up along the curve of her waist, tracing along the seams of her base form. Ever higher and higher. The faint signals had set her to squirming once again, when his digits suddenly disappeared from the map of her body-

There was a sudden metallic click of latches disengaging. Before Phage realized what was happening, Megatron had found and expertly released the clasp for her breastplate. The right latch swung free, pulling loose from her chest. An unbecoming squeak tore from her lips as she watched, stunned, as Megatron seized the loose exodermal armor and tore it off the rest of the way, snapping and breaking the left latch and tossing the offending armor across the war room where it hit the floor in a ruckus, bounced a few times, then skirted to a stop at Optimus's pedes.

Not one to waste an element of surprise, Megatron seized both her breasts in the palms of his hands and squeezed.

"Bountiful days." Reiterated Megatron softly, and began fondling her breasts and teasing the sensitive external nodes. Stunned once again by his expert touch, Phage's cranium fell back against the breadth of his shoulder strut and moaned at the rush of pleasurable sensations.

She had no idea how he was so skilled, but every squeeze, brush, pinch and roll elicited some new reaction from her. Every sound he devoured, storing it all for later recall, and redoubled his efforts until he had her writhing in his grasp, grinding her aft against his codpiece shamelessly.

Only for her audios, Megatron inclined his cranium inward and whispered intoxicatingly sweet, "You are so responsive." The earnest praise was slow acting candied poison. His derma grazed her audio. "Are you like this for Optimus, too?"

She choked on her own voice, not daring to trust herself enough not to tell him to throw himself from the air lock or exactly how she acted with Optimus. Neither situation was ideal. She managed to keep both responses sealed tight behind gleaming denta.

Tossing a wicked smile Prime's way, Megatron said as an aside from his speech. "I am going to enjoy this latest model, Prime. You have never taken one with so much curve before." He squeezed her breasts in show for Prime then laughed suddenly, dry and throatily. "There's enough of her for the two of us."

Optimus blustered up to make a retort, but Megatron cut him off by pinching the external node on Phage's right breast. The femme squealed, jerking violently. The action cut Prime off dead in his tracks, his optics widening to round saucers. A perfect match to what Megatron imagined was his tortured, slack jawed mouth behind the battle mask.

More of his brand of dry, scratching laughter ensued as Megatron made sure Optimus had a full view of events to come before falling easily back into the flow of his improvised speech. "As I was saying, I take what I want and at first the higher authorities do not pay me any mind. What I want is only so small. Nothing serious. Nothing that upsets the system."

She whined, actually whined quite pitifully, when his left hand abandoned her breast and drifted downwards. The large masculine digits traced the seams of her base form as they converged on the metal band of her waist guard. The path of his hand paused only momentarily, and then pushed downwards, over the lip of the metal belt and curved to the junction between her legs. Phage squealed and bucked against him. On instinct her legs tightened, but it only locked his hand between her thighs where his digits could continue their masterful teasing.

There was a smile in his words as Megatron continued over her squeals of protest, easily supporting her weight as she buckled forward in his strong arms. He forced her to straighten back out and pulled her flush against him. "In time the math does not add up. There is an integer left hanging, a point-decimal that keeps climbing. Then, they notice."

She noticed when he began teasing the erogenous zone of her inner thigh and how he seemed to enjoy fondling her right breast. A fresh bout of unbecoming high pitched squeals poured from her lips as she writhed in his grasp. That again redoubled as his pointer finger traced the seam of her port panel. The muscle cables in her legs spasm and clenched around his hand repeatedly.

"They notice me." He murmured for her alone.

She noticed the burning desire he had managed to stroke into existence in her abdomen.

Natural body reactions. She tried to tell herself. Just—another night-with Sunny. That's all this is.

In the heady fog that was descending swiftly across her processor Phage found her jerky motions had settled into a more rhythmic pattern, grinding herself against Megatron's prominent codpiece. Her mind lamented how badly she wanted Optimus in her. Had been wanting him all the whole damn day, as Jazz had so astutely called her out on. Not Megatron. She did not want-

"I..." She tried to beat through the fog to formulate words and stop her grinding. The later was a little more difficult to do. The small warmth in her port had grown to an insistent rod of fire. She realized too late that she did not know what she was going to say to begin with and finally said lamely, "This isn't what I thought this would be."

All of a sudden, Megatron ceased his ministrations. Her processor reeled at the abrupt lack of sensations and, incredibly, missed it. All around her, she felt Megatron's frame rumble with his brand of dry, scratching laughter. "I am never what anyone expects." From her peripheral vision she caught sight of the smile that curled across Megatron's lips. It was astonishing, mesmerizing. "Not at least in the beginning."

Phage desperately struggled to grasp at reason. "I thought...I thought this was going to be a- - a wham bam kind of thing. Not—Ah!" She flinched, gasping as Megatron bit the curve of her neck.

Motion from Optimus caught both their attention. He had flinched. All of the sudden, she could Sense Optimus, a distant tendril presence in her mind attempting to subtly reestablish connection. How long had it been like that? How long had her blocks been down?

Enough dread spilled through the heady fog in Phage's processor to ignite her fleeing reason. What she feared would happen—was. She must have dropped the mental ward already—not her fault. And scrambled to shore it back up. It was too mortifying knowing that Optimus could Sense her arousal. Could physically feel what Megatron was doing to her. Wait-

Did Megatron understand what he was doing to them? Was he teasing her like this to rile Prime?

Before she could expound on the humiliating ramifications of that notion, her concentration was broken by Megatron yet again as he soothed the pain away from his bite under a flurry of tender kisses.

Confusion reigned on the first kiss. Come the second, and then the third, she registered what he was doing. Each little kiss sent a small shock wave rippling through her systems. It was electric. Chemical. Additive. Seeping into her living metal flesh like sugared poison.

Just as the pain was beginning to ebb, Megatron nipped her again, drawing another yelp. The cycle repeated over and over.

Of everything that she had imaged would happen, she had never given a nanoklik over to the idea of him kissing her. It was such an intimate thing that it baffled her entirely that Megatron was lavishing her with them at all. In actually, his entire behavior, the whole way he was going about this, was confounding her. This was not the aggressive fragging she thought it would be. This was more the attentions of a passionate lover.

Somehow she managed to gasp out the singular word that was plaguing her central processor. "Kisses?"

Megatron paused, optics flickering to glance hers beneath her visor. He murmured against her neck, "I told you I could play nice." He returned to his maddening task of nipping and kissing her down along her neck, across her shoulder strut and back again.

All remainder of her rational thoughts flat-lined. Phage gave in to the moment.

Just as she was relaxing into his attentions, his lips left off her neck. In his absence, the cool air of the war room came as a shock to her systems. To her disbelief, she found she did not just miss the heat, she wanted it back.

"By the time anyone realizes what I am truly about, it is too late." Continued Megatron. "My stance against has spread like wildfire through the system. Consuming the masses."

Her whole body was aflame with desire under his touch.

His right hand left off its erogenous torture on her breast and reappeared to tangle itself in the mass of her omni-hair. Each of her omni-directional strands coiled around his arm, an unconscious habit that she had with Optimus. By the time she realized she was doing it was when Megatron seized the mass of it and yanked her cranium back. He swooped in, capturing her lips with his own in a hungry, demanding kiss. The kiss was like a sudden bolt of molten lead dripped straight through her system and into her core. There it settled, the warmth radiating outward through the rest of her traitorous body and igniting a glow across her cheeks.

The glow of her visor flared in intensity, shock settling in hard at the effect Megatron was inducing within her. Suddenly overcome by a wild fear of her own desires, Phage tried to fall backwards but his hold tightened in her omni-hair, keeping her upright and steady.

The campaign he had rambled about for the last hour had begun in earnest.

Traitorous thoughts seeded in her processor and grew. Was Megatron rough in the berth? Wild? She needed more. So much more. This was so different from how Optimus loved her. With Megatron there was an immediate promise of passion that teased to be rough with every little nip and nick of his denta to the probing digits that paused to test her, squeezing just a little too hard but not hard enough, to the pressure of his lips against hers that demanded he give her everything about herself over to him.

As she began to drown in startling speculations Megatron suddenly pulled back, glossa, lips, receding from her and she trailed after him, needing so much more of the chemical fire his lips induced that set off a wild fireworks in her system.

Dolefully, Phage's optical lids fluttered open, uncertain of when she had closed them. Megatron's smug smile and bright, fierce red optics greeted her.

"Some would say," his voice dipped into sultry tones, his lips teasing her swollen post-smooch lips with every utterance of a syllable, "I spread like poison."

Yes. Yes I can see that, she thought.

"When I set out on an attack," His breath was harsh against her living metal skin, a sharp contrast to the cold room. "I never do anything rashly." There was another odd metallic noise, and for the life of her Phage could not figure out what it was. "There is always a purpose."

With a sudden jolt of shock, the cold air kissed her exposed port. Since this had began, Phage jumped for the umpteenth time. Too late, she realized, Megatron had found and triggered the manual release on her port panel. She gasped and squirmed, another harder high kneed breath exhaled pass her lips as Megatron's digits teased the entrance.

Spasming in his embrace, Megatron's digits traced over her port's sensitive external node then shivered when he buried his face into the nap of her neck and trailed his glossa along her neck cables. When he reached her jawline he nipped it lightly and said softly for her alone. "So responsive. The things I would do to you if he was not here."

Tangible words failed her as she tried to protest, coming out instead in a low keening moan.

An eager thrum hummed from Megatron when he pushed his pointer digit into her port and found it slid in effortlessly. Phage bucked hard at the intrusion, gasping just as forcibly. Again, Megatron had to force her flush against him. Again, yanking her back by her omni-hair. It smarted badly, but sensations of pleasure mixed with pain in a toxic concoction as his thumb teased her port's external node while his pointer digit curled and stroked the inner walls of her valve. Her legs tightened around his hand as her body convulsed and shuddered. The rest of reality quickly dissolved away until Megatron's presence was her only anchor to the outside world.

"You must want me more than you let on, Phage." His words were like her favorite brands of engex, smooth with a burn. "You are so slick." She could hear the smile in his words and just catch the warm glow of his crimson optics from her peripheral. "Unlike most, I will not need to add another digit. I could take you right now." Her cheeks flushed a vibrant energon hue. She was not sure if she should even be embarrassed, and a part of her felt she should not. Optimus did rather, well, they did frag quite a lot. At this point, her body was just adapted to Optimus's spike.

Inwardly, Phage groaned as the present conversation reminded her of her chat with Jazz not long before. She almost missed it when Megatron asked:

"Would you like that?" Each word rolled off of his glossa slow and with delicate attention to proper pronunciation.

"What?"

His denta slowly grazed her audio receptor and then kissed it. "Would you like me inside you?"

Phage wanted to scream at him 'why are you doing this?' Instead, she found her breath hitching. Her throat constricting. She fought hard against the virus that demanded she bend to him. Hard enough that she began to develop a processor ache. Hard enough, that a new wave of perspiration collected on her forehead. Her jaw muscles ached to answer him while she fought to keep her mouth closed. All in an effort to edit her speech or prevent it entirely when all she wanted to do was blurt out everything and tell him all he wanted to know and more.

Dryly, Megatron only chuckled at her antics.

"Such resolve." She thought it sounded more like he was mocking her than praising her. "Under such circumstances, I would normally have another Brand burned into a mech. A double hit always seems to resolve issues of disobedience. Although," he mused aloud and felt his attention shift. "I do not believe Optimus would be too fond if I did. Oh-wipe that look off your face, Optimus." His hand let go of her omni-directional hair only for his digits to curl around her jaw and force her cranium back into the crook of his neck. Olfactory pressed into him, Phage could smell his unique metallic scent. "I find her conflict amusing."

Her lips flickered, wanting to curl into a snarl.

"Just like back at the cave-in on Mercury."

The snarl died, replaced with Phage's utter confusion.

Across the way, Optimus's optical ridges furrowed. "What happened at the cave in?"

It seemed like an age since last she had heard his voice. His soothing deep vocals were marred with concern, alarm, yet served as a guiding light in the heady fog in her processor. She wanted to Reach back out to him. Wanted him to help keep her steady. Then remembered why she had shut him out before and resisted the urge.

"Nothing." Megatron echoed Phage's earlier conviction to Jazz. Then, he nuzzled her neck with his olfactory, slow and possessive. Pausing at her rapid pulsing fuel line to rest against it. "Is that not right, Phage?"

At the moment that she would have answered in the affirmative, Megatron's thumb stroked her port node at just the right angle that it triggered a jolt of pleasure to shoot through her.

Her optics flared. "Y-yeees!" The pleasure mingled with the positive endorphin hit from the virus as she concurred with the silver mech. Her processor drowned in strong but pleasant chemical responses.

She felt the wide cyber-wolf smile play across his lips. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing. His words from earlier came back to her from a far off and distant place-He did nothing rashly and always with purpose.

"That was enthusiastic." Megatron crooned. "Was it a double concurrence to my earlier question?" He repeated the motion from before again and again, eliciting similar powerful shudders from her. The cries that began to pour from her lips were broken and wanton. "Those are not proper answers, Phage. Nor proper words."

Abruptly, Megatron ceased his ministrations on her port and withdrew entirely. Phage moaned at its loss and nearly growled with frustration

Damn it all, but she desperately needed-

All of a sudden Megatron grabbed her jaw and forced her lips apart. Before she could process the whys, he shoved his pointer digit into her mouth and commanded, "Lick it clean."

Some functioning corner of her processor struggled to make a connection and correct her earlier notion. This was like sex with Sunstreaker-demanding, dominating prick that he was. And...and like with Garrison-oh, oh gawd. She had a problem, and dominating mechs was not exactly one of them.

She actually, oh gawd. She missed this. Optimus didn't...wouldn't treat her like this. Not unless she asked. And then it was never like she needed it. And she...

With growing gusto, Phage sucked his digit long after the taste of her had disappeared. Memories flooded back to her of her previous escapades with the Lamborghini Twins. Wild, lust-filled imaginings occupied her reasoning. If she could have them both-she didn't care who fragged her port while she sucked the others spike, so long as they klanked her senseless.

"So enthusiastic." Megatron repeated with another chuckle. "Optimus, how dare you keep her all to yourself."

Another subtle series of clicks and components whirling to life confounded her muddled processor. The enigma was quickly resolved when something large and hot pressed against her legs from behind, forcing its way between her warm thighs. Phage let off sucking his digit to give out a curt little shriek, initially shocked at the sensation, but she had no illusions to what it was when it brushed along her port and teased her external node. Only to slowly withdraw and then return, teasing along her slick port once again. Then again withdrew and returned to tease her with its promise.

Disjointed thoughts tried to string themselves together in her processor. Was he...thicker than...? She had thought Optimus was...No, no that was ridiculous. They had to be the same size-

Thought processes flat-lined.

A breathless plea spilled from her lips. "Oh...God! I-"

Megatron shoved his digit back into her mouth. "Did I tell you you could stop?"

Phage moaned piteously around the digit, burning in the fire he had stroked to life inside her. The languid gyrations teased her endlessly with the long agonizing torture of the threat of his spike.

"I hope you have a good view, Prime." Laughed Megatron, thrusting forward til his spike appeared between her thighs, then retreated. "I have tried to give you the best private viewing I could provide."

Quiet as a mountain, Optimus stood rooted to his spot, hands balled into fists at his side and trembling.

Megatron's infuriating smirk would not die. "I do expect such kind reciprocation in the future."

Winding her up had been easier than he had thought, and no less enjoyable for it. But he needed more than what she was providing so far. He needed to alleviate his own burning desires.

His crimson optics narrowed on Optimus across the way, meeting his fixed gaze with his own. "How are you fairing, Optimus? Still tense? Still unreasonable? Still unwilling to bend to me?"

As Optimus's fists flexed and clenched Megatron beamed a serpents smile his way. "I see. Well, how about this."

He pulled his pointer finger from Phage's mouth. As with his hungry kisses before she trailed after it. Her lust-addled senses only fed the grin that was already threatening to split his cranium in half.

Megatron seized her hip and forced her to glide along his spike, slicking it with her lubricants. When he felt he had worked them both up to the highest plane they could reach, he grazed her audio receptor with his denta again. "You want me." He whispered hotly.

A strangled moan slipped pass her clenched denta.

"Everything is fine, Phage. Go on. Tell Optimus the truth of your desires. Tell him."

Instead she bit her bottom lip, squeezing her optics shut and swung her cranium from side to side in the negative.

His attention flickered to Prime and back to Phage, the grin never faltering.

All at once, the teasing ride stopped with the broad, flat head of his spike poised at her port entrance. A swell of frustration burned through her. The teal femme swallowed a scream and tried to gyrate against his spike but he held her firmly locked in place, her back against his broad frame.

"Now, now..." His voice cooed into her audio. "You never answered me."

Her mind reeled. What-?

He was kind enough to reiterate his earlier question. "Do you want me inside you?"

With the question came a steady controlled roll of his hips that pushed the head of his spike into her port. Phage shuddered and clenched around him, drunk on lust and wild about the notion of a spike that large entering her...

And he pulled out.

A string of profanity screamed through her mind that she could not for the life of her give proper voice too. Damn it all to high hell, but she needed a fat throbbing spike in her right now and if she couldn't have Optimus-

"Yes." She hissed against his neck.

"What was that Phage? I do not believe Optimus heard you. Why do you not enunciate louder so he can hear."

Bastard.

"Yes!" Phage shouted in desperation. "Yes, already! Yes!" Each concurrence with his will was another release of the positive chemicals from the virus. Between the Altihex Virus chemicals and interfacing chemicals, her brain module was drowning all remaining reasoning. "Will one of you just frag me already!"

"Will one of us?" Megatron crooned into her audio. "Why not the both of us, Phage?"

Across the way, Optimus flinched again, taken aback by the mere suggestion while Phage wasn't sure if she should be praising the higher powers that be that Megatron was suddenly a telepath.

"One of you—both-I-I don't care!"

Megatron shot a long conniving, denta-flashing grin Prime's way that made the Autobot Commander shift his weight from pede to pede.

His left arm wrapped around her waist as his right adjusted his grasp on her neck. His hips rolled forward, and Phage sucked down air as the head of his spike pushed pass the lips of her port, teasing her valve with his girth-

-and withdrew once again.

This time, Phage did scream. Arms pinned at her sides, her digits clenched and uncurled as she writhed in his grasp to try and break free so she could take matters into her own damn hands, but Megatron held her fast and securely against him. The maddening rocking motions continued. For every entreat he made into her she tried to constrict around him and hold him desperately, wild to draw him further into her and keep him there to put out the fire he had fanned inside her.

Again and again, he retreated and returned. Visited and left. He perused the matter for so long that it became an unspoken promise.

"Tease!" Phage screamed accusingly.

Megatron's laughter echoed in her brain module.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Near wild, Phage shrieked the words desperately.

Roughly, Megatron forced her cranium to turn towards him. He promptly devoured her stumbling syllables with another impassioned kiss. It was minutes before he drew back, leaving her gasping for air to cool her systems.

"I already said. Sampling you." His white derma pressed against her audio receptor and whispered, "Before I take what belongs to me."

Spurred on by her unfulfilled need, a flash of rebellion sparked in her like a vibrant chemical fire. Her lips curled up at one corner. "I belong to Optimus—Ieesh!"

At her opposition, Megatron bit her neck and did not soothe away the pain with kisses. Then, to her shock, he roughly discarded her from the warmth of his frame.

Her whole world spun suddenly and nearly hit the floor on trembling legs. Megatron seized her wrist before she could, whipping her back around, vision shifting dramatically from Optimus Prime and halting jarringly back on the warlord. Both his large hands gripped her shoulders painfully as he loomed over her.

"You. Belong. To. me."

"No." She grit back between shaky breathes, reasoning returning slowly. "I don't."

His hand came up and Phage flinched. Rather than the slap that she thought would come, Megatron snatched her circlet-helm and tore it from her cranium. The half helm came away easily taking her visor with it and exposing her red optics beneath.

An overwhelming sense of exposure struck her hard. Moreso than when he had removed her breastplate and exposed her port panel.

"You belong to me." He reiterated, each solemn word burned into her audios. The last rung came when, with an uncharacteristic carelessness, Megatron tossed her headgear aside to clang across the war room before it too skirted to a stop somewhere out of her reach and out of sight. His digits curled around her chin, drawing her back into his orbit.

He shifted forward, nudging her omni-hair aside with his olfactory so he could whisper conspiratorial tones into her audio receptor. "I made you what you are." Languidly he shifted again, trailing his olfactory across her face, bumping hers on the way to her other audio receptor. "I forged you into this. Gave you purpose. You can pretend as long as you like that you are an Autobot, but you can never deceive yourself." He nipped her audio receptor and continued biting along her jawline, uttering between his teasing as he edged nearer her lips. "You can feel the Decepticon coding deep down, writhing through your systems. You know I am right, Flamewar."

The Decepticon designation she had been christened with when she was Altihexed had a sobering affect on her processor. It triggered a violent reaction.

The ensuing slap echoed and died around the war room. Warring emotions conflicted within Phage. Deep buried rage and indignation rolled into the next moment of shock at her own actions. She knew her temper had been getting worse and worse over the years and bursting up to the surface in unpleasant ways...

Phage reigned violently back against the shock that wanted to give way to meekness and held on to the anger. As Megatron took a moment to register the slap and adjust his jaw to a tight clenched frown, she tried to shove him aside. His heavier bulk rooted him to his spot, so all she managed to succeed in doing was pushing her own self back.

"Get away from me!" Phage snarled. Her hands gesticulated in a dramatic slash. "We are done here."

Before she could make it more than a step, the fierce burning glow of his optics pinned her to her spot. "No." The word rumbled off his glossa like the threat of a thunderstorm. "We are not."

Phage tried to edge toward Optimus, his name already leaving her lips before she realized she was intoning it as if it were a protective ward. "Optimu-s!"

Megatron's arm struck out like lightening and seized a fistful of her omni-directional strands. He yanked her back, a curt cry of protest spilling from her lips.

"He will not help you. Not while I threaten to annul the Alliance-"

"Yes I would, Megatron!"

Megatron's attention snapped around in time to catch Prime as he cut across the war room at an unprecedented speed, closing the gap between them in as little of his long legged strides as possible.

Before they could collide, Megatron yanked Phage out from him in one arm, holding her by her writhing omni-hair at arms length from Prime. With his right, he caught the enraged Prime with an open palm against his chassis.

"Remember what I said." Growled Megatron.

"Enough is enough." Optimus's engine came back at Megatron with a roaring rev. "Release. Her."

"I thought you would make any sacrifice for the safety of the crew, Prime. You know this. I know this. It is practically the law of your very nature."

Prime tried to maneuver around Megatron to get at Phage, but the silver mech kept stepping to block his path. Kept a tighter hold on Phage's omni-hair to keep her from him.

"I get it." Megatron teased, lips curling at one corner. "You want to partake."

The glare Prime shot at Megatron was laser edged and deadly, backed by yet another angry rev of his engine.

"Don't tell me that little spat set you off? Looked to me like its a common practice for the two of you."

"Release. Her."

"She's fine, Prime. I said before that she can deal with rough handling."

A sharp kick to the back of his knee took him off guard. Megatron bent, but recovered balance quickly. His attention snapped around to Phage and glowered back at her belligerent frown.

"Wild, temperamental..." He seethed.

Phage tried to kick out at him again, but he jerked her off balance.

"Will you-" Megatron began, quickly reassessed his stratagem as Prime tried to overtake him and shoved him back hard. His cranium swiveled around to account for the greater threat and roared into his face. "Sit. Down!"

Optimus swatted his hand aside and made an advance to tackle, but Megatron shoved him back hard again, this time planting Optimus straight into one of the many empty chairs circling the holotable.

"Stay." Megatron barked off. Then added, "Clearly you are unaccustomed to how these things work."

"I would not put it pass you to know." Growled Prime darkly.

"Careful who you are condemning here, Optimus." And he jerked Phage into his field of vision. "Your latest conjunx is far from pure of spark."

"Tch!" Phage gripped absently as she tried to force Megatron's digits apart and was failing miserably. "Pure of heart—the grass really is greener—wait." Her digits stilled, glancing between the two. "Who am I agreeing with here?"

"Me." Megatron exclaimed and shook her once when her optics wavered towards Prime. "Do not look at him. You look at me." He yanked his hand back with a fistful of her omni-hair. Frustrated and growling, Phage was forced to bend over backwards to follow his arm. His face filled her vision, crimson sun optics burrowing into her own. "I am the only thing that matters."

"Fuck. You."

"Crude. But those were my sentiments exactly. Glad to see we are still on the same page."

"I get it now. I do. This is what you like best, isn't it? Feisty-" Phage slapped the arm holding her. "Temperamental-" and again hit his arm, "-lovers. That's why you keep asking if Op and my bickering is prelude to foreplay." She gave up on hitting him, realizing he just was not going to let her back up to an upright position unless he wanted it so. Phage frowned up at him. "If I had realized that our bantering would have led to this, I would have stayed quiet around you."

"I doubt your restraint."

As Phage began spluttering indignantly, she found herself swept off her pedes in a careless, rough toss that sent her fuel intakes flying high, before Megatron caught her. Just as she was processing the treatment, her whole world tilted crazily as she was thrown. The iridescent blue hologram of the Sol System distorted and dispersed around Phage as she collided back first against the flat surface.

"Megatron!"

Having predicted Optimus's reaction, Megatron whirled in time and caught Prime square in the chassis with his pede as he made a leap out of the chair and pinned him back to his seat. He leaned into the weight, leering over his knee guard into Prime's baleful glare. "She is fine, Optimus. I keep telling you this." A quirk of a grin smoothed over the corner of his lips. "This is just a sample of how rough interfacing looks like. Stay seated and you can enjoy the show." Optimus's hands abused the ends of the arm rests until the metal whined in protest. Megatron glanced between Optimus's digits and back to his optics.

"We can do this one of several ways you know." He said at length. "You can watch, like you always do when I take what is mine and react later, or you can join me on the battlefield now."

"Do me a favor." Prime grit. "And shut up."

Their charged gazes held, then seeming to come to a decision himself, Megatron shrugged flippantly and took his pede off Prime's chassis. He cast him a weary glance and shook a digit at him. "Stay." He started back towards Phage, paused, and did a double take towards Optimus and added, "I will get back to you."

He did not miss the shock and then concern that widened Prime's optics.

Dazed by the toss, Optimus and Megatron's scuffle was white noise on Phage's audio receptors. Disjointedly, Phage noted the thousands of tiny pinpricks of light it took to comprise just one three dimensional hologram of Jupiter. The longer she stared, a distant memory began to form, nagging and teasing from the back of her processor. Before she could latch onto the tail end of the thought and follow it to its inevitable conclusion, Phage was rudely reminded of her predicament.

Two large hands grabbed her knees. Adrenaline hit her hard. Just as she was lifting herself up to look, Megatron forced her legs apart and placed himself at her junction. His reaction time was better than hers. His black matte hand splayed across her exposed chassis and roughly shoved her back onto the table. Following her down, he kept her pinned to the table beneath his hefty weight. The light of the holotable cast Megatron's face in strange cerulean shadows as he leaned over her, filling her whole vision with his worn visage.

There was a spark pulse's silence that spanned between them. Then, Megatron's lips peeled apart to expose his prominent canines.

"Calm down." Said Megatron softly, the friendly familiarity of the tone throwing Phage for a loop. "If hearing your...other designation upsets you that much, I will refrain."

Skepticism marked her delicate features, her right optical ridge shooting straight up as her right optic narrowed.

"I have to ask, but are you this feisty with Optimus?"

"Tch." Her features fell into a deadpan frown.

Megatron chortled dryly, making slow languid thrusts against her port, reminding her of the fire he had stroked to life in her core and teasing it to reignite. "I said I can play nice, but if you prefer it rough..." Megatron let the implication hang in the air between them. "I can oblige and Optimus will just have to deal."

Jazz's words suddenly smacked her processor hard-klanking meant very loud very improper ruckus. In that moment, she did not doubt that that was likely Megatron's preferred method.

And a part of her wanted it.

It was terrible of her to wonder, without Optimus around to police, what Megatron's brand of interfacing was really like.

As the seconds stretched on between them, a small smile stole across Megatron's lips at her continued muteness.

"Good little femme." His hand came off her chassis and brushed along her thigh, then seized her leg and dragged her aft off the edge of the table. An unintelligent cry of alarm broke pass her lips, ultimately forgotten, as he balanced her weight against his pelvis, making short powerful thrusts that teased his spike along her port's external node.

Emptiness was the space between Phage's audios, rapidly conceding to mute shock and pleasure as Megatron cupped her left breast and began kneading the malleable alloy before turning his attention over to its external node. His ministrations were far from coy, eliciting a mix of pain and pleasure as he squeezed the node repeatedly, testing for her reactions. Every hiss and sigh of pleasure he took into consideration, measuring its worth and repeating motions that rewarded the best results.

Strategist, the notion came broken to her. Megatron brought his strategic processor to whatever field he sought to conquer and hold. When that field happened to be her body, he had her mewling and writhing beneath his ministrations within minutes. The rough bump a quickly fading affair.

Then, Megatron thrust hard against her, enough to move her bodily back onto the holotable and then ducked his right hand between her thighs and plunged his large blunt pointer finger into her port while his thumb stroked the sensitive external node. Phage bucked off the war table with a short shrill shriek.

Her dynamic reaction only encouraged him to keep going.

Seeking solid purchase to anchor herself to a physical realm, Phage's slender fingers clawed uselessly at the table. Finding nothing solid, her hands flew up and latched onto Megatron's left hand that toyed with her breast and would not let go. The fire he had fanned to life and flared again in her core wound itself ever tighter and quicker than before.

"Stop!" Phage whined.

There was a particular unidentifiable expression on Megatron's stern face. Stern for the amount of concentration he was putting forth.

"Beg me." He commanded in his raspy vernacular. He added a second finger to her port. Phage mewled in pleasure, her digits scrambling for a firmer hold to hang on to something. The soft laugh that followed from him was as intoxicating as high grade engex.

The fire in her core scaled itself ever higher and higher into bliss.

Half way between being ashamed and not caring, she arched into his grasp and squealed, "Please!" She did not care that she came off sounding desperate and strained. "Ghn-Megatron!"

"No." Came the hard spartan response. After a moment of consideration, he added softly. "You can do so much better than that."

Her lip quivered and she stammered, sensing her overload creeping close. "O-op!"

Megatron's thick husky laugh seemed to rumble from all around. "I told you, he is not going to help you—Will you, Prime?" He threw as an aside. So focused on the holo-display and the ceiling overhead, Phage missed the side glance he tossed Optimus's way. Nor did she see the curt agitated shake Prime gave back.

"Of course not." Grinning to himself, Megatron lowered himself over her unattended right breast and latched on to the node, suckling and biting at it in turn.

It was the last nudge Phage needed to send her spiraling over the edge. She came undone, overloading hard on his digits. Her back arched off the holotable and her muscle cables locked up. Her slim digits left off his hand and latched onto his helm, halfway between wanting to shove him off or press his face between the valley of her breasts. Her freedom red lips peeled apart in a voiceless scream and forgot how to breath.

Megatron propped himself on his right elbow joint to marvel at her post glow.

"Beautiful." Megatron rasped. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of her port, his hands quickly becoming coated in her fluids as she trembled all beneath him. "Absolutely beautiful."

Hovering over her, Megatron savored the several minutes it took for her overload to subside. Soft soothing hushes and sweet nothings tumbled from his vocal processor as his free hand stroked along her sides to get her muscle cables to relax and continued the motion until she was able to ease herself back flat on to the table.

His sweet nothings fell on deaf audios. All Phage was aware of was her immediate surroundings. Of Megatron shifting off of her and standing over her. The war table beneath her. Her legs dangling limply off the edge of the holotable. The beautiful lights of the holomatter displaying the Sol System and little motes of dust fluttering into the light before zipping out. She was just thinking how wonderful her overload had been when-

Megatron's attention shifted to Prime seated beside them.

"Optimus..." Megatron said with a devil's grin. "Do you want to see me fill your free downloading port?"

What? Phage stirred. Megatron's question a jarring reconnect to reality. We aren't done?

Staggered by the abrupt and obscene question directed at him, Optimus visibility jerked as if smacked. Optics wide, Prime stumbled for a reply. When he could not produce one fast enough Megatron snipped, "Yes or no, Optimus. Those are the only responses."

"It would not matter what I answered." Optimus said slowly.

"That is true. I-I wanted to hear you say-" He false started before correcting himself with a curt shake of his cranium.

In the span of a second, Megatron seized Phage's thighs and yanked her roughly off the table and onto her pedes, whipped her around, then shoved her toward Optimus. Startled, Optimus had the reflexes to catch her by her shoulder struts as she tumbled towards him, just as Phage barely had the dexterity to catch herself on the arms of his chair, but hardly the strength after such a hard overload to trust her weight at all.

Under another circumstance it would have been humorous how they mirrored each others gaping expressions.

"I—do not understand, Megatron." Optimus was beginning to say. "Are we done-"

Optimus's words trickled to a halt as Megatron loomed over Phage's shoulder strut. In a nanoklik, he yanked her arms back and wove his arms between hers, locking her arms behind her and up against his sides. Swift footwork had her legs spread apart. Bent double over made her easy access for him to press the blunt head of his large spike against her very exposed and very slick port.

Panic swelled up in her as she recalled her vague estimations of his size at the same time that shock was consuming Optimus's visible features.

"Wait!" Phage cried out. "Waitwaitwait!"

With an possessive primal growl, Megatron slammed into her port with enough force to rattle her endoskeleton and send her omni-hair bouncing forward to brush Optimus's chassis. Optics flaring with light, Phage writhed and screamed at the intrusion, and redoubled that with broken entreaties to a god that would never answer when Megatron began jack hammering her. Her vocalizations became fuel for his flame.

And Optimus sat there in shock, as Megatron klanked his femme over his lap.

"Oh god! Oh—God! Op-! Optimus-!"

"Go on, Optimus." Megatron was laughing throatily. "She said she wanted us both!"

A broken, high pitched keening noise tore from Phage's throat, swiftly followed by more pleasure addled cries as the war room filled with their fervent klanking.

"You scream like one of the free downloaders from the gladiatorial pits, Phage." Bent over her backside he breathed into her audio. "Brings back memories."

"Pitt—" Megatron tossed his cranium back with another scratching laugh. "You greedy glitch, Prime! For your constrict, Phage is so tight." Abruptly, Megatron bent forward and nipped her neck, causing another low moan to pour from her lips. "And so slick." The words rolled off his glossa and fanned against her audio. Over her shoulder strut, Megatron leered at Prime. "She was built for mechs such as you and I! How dare you hoard her all to yourself!"

The punishing pace continued with his powerful strokes, soaking in every scream and moan Phage made. It was only after an indiscernible while that Megatron buried his face between her shoulder blades, where her door panel wings flared out, that his pace changed again into a series of short bursts. Phage's cranium fell forward between her shoulder struts, unrecognizable noises and wanton moans spilling from her alternatively.

Another raspy laugh rumbled from deep in his chassis. Megatron's pace slowed to long powerful strokes. A long, slow withdraw countered with a jarring charge forward that bucked Phage forward, omni-hair, breasts and endoskeleton all. Optimus was forced to watch from the private viewing show on his lap. Forced to watch as Phage gritted her denta, squeezed her optics shut and rode out the overwhelming sensations of pain and pleasure.

"Oh Phage, we have not even started and you are so impatient." Megatron chided. "So eager." Suddenly, Megatron shot Optimus a vicious smile. "Your femme is a free port, Prime." He pulled out to the tip of his spike and slammed back in. The force jerked Phage forward in his arms and into Prime's lap. "The way she clings to my spike you would think she believes I am you. Can you get her to moan like this when you are alone with her?" And again he repeated the long hard thrust. Again, Phage jerked forward and sharply moaned. "Are you Sensing her pleasure, Optimus?"

The last barb made Optimus flinch and confirmed Phage's fears.

"No more, Megatron."

"I haven't finished."

Optimus's optics hardened to steel to match the cold battle mask. "Whatever you want-"

"Whatever I want?" Megatron released his hold on Phage and pushed her head first into Optimus. Quickly, he gathered a fistful of her omni-hair and forced her to look up at Optimus, where he could see how her face glowed from the interfacing. "What I want is for you to join us, Optimus. Unless of course, you are enjoying the show then I won't impose."

Optimus's jaw clinked when it hit the bottom of his battle mask. "I—you-"

Briefly, Megatron's optics flickered lewdly towards Optimus's codpiece and back. "What are you waiting for, Optimus?" He said with a sudden growl. "Take advantage, Prime. Touch her. Touch your femme."

When he just continued to sit there, shocked into inaction, Megatron reared back with a savage smile. "Don't tell me that the mysterious and charismatic leader of the Autobots has never once...Optimus! Really? Through everything you never once sought to engage in this kind of experience to just disconnect from everything? Whatever have you been doing with your life?"

That crude question jarred him from his stupor. Rattled, Optimus glared back and growled, "Not engaging in debauchery."

Megatron's face screwed up. "And yet the femme you've chosen to recite the Conjunx Oaths with has." An optical ridge crept up high on Megatron's forehead. "Attempting to live vicariously, Prime?"

Phage's cranium shot up, optics searching his, a sudden damning vulnerability burning sharply through her lust-addled processes. And Optimus could Sense her. All of it. Had been able to for a long while yet. Megatron's taunting had led to a tactless response on his part that stuck in her processor like a barb and would not dislodge. Tormentous thoughts plagued her processor. He could hear every one of them. Every thought that had darkened the validity of her reasons to keep their resonance and go through with the Conjunx Ritus.

She didn't deserve him, what had she been thinking-

All of it tore out his spark worse than anything else Megatron had yet done.

"Am I really going to have to walk you through this Prime? You do with her as you normally would, if it helps pretend I am not here."

Optimus's hands encircled Phage's face and smoothed over her cheeks and carded through her omni-hair. As always happened, the omni-directional strands coiled around his arms. His thumb chased away the tremble from her bottom lip.

::You were never any of those things.:: She started to protest back and he cut her thoughts off. ::I said before we were in this together and I meant it.::

In one swift motion, Megatron withdrew to the tip of his spike and rammed the whole of his girth back into the warm confines of her port. Again, Phage jerked forward with the motion, omni-hair and breasts swaying, and groaned.

Megatron's voice seemed to sound from a far off and distant place. "Why do you not help Optimus out Phage? He seems like he needs guidance in these matters."

Her slim hands squeezed his thighs. Across their bond, he felt her feeble attempt to resist Megatron's suggestion. Knew her greater desire to want to just give in. Could hear the mantra she had taken up over and over again in her processor to make everything better: Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

::Faye.::

Her optics flickered up to his. It was the first she had dared to look at him and not the spot between his pedes or over his shoulder strut since Megatron shoved her at him. Her body kept jerking forward with every slow, powerful thrust Megatron made into her port.

:: It's going to be alright.::

Apprehension and skepticism stared back.

::We are going to be alright.::

Several small series of clicks and whirls disrupted the harsh rhythmic pattern Megatron had set. Phage did not have to look to know what Optimus had done.

His left blue hand carded through her omni-hair, taking small familiar pleasures as each strand gently coiled around his arm and slipped off in turn. Gentle as ever, his digits trailed around, down her cheek and cupped her delicate chin. With a small satisfaction, he enjoyed as her cranium tipped into his gentle touch, her optics shuttering close and flickering back open as he traced her swollen lips with his thumb.

Then, he guided her down.

With a massive effort of will, Optimus closed his optics and filtered out everything else around him but Phage and himself. Megatron tried his damnedest to test his limits.

"Much, much better." Megatron gushed.

He had not realized Megatron had stopped altogether until he began thrusting back into his femme. Then began gradually working back up to speed until he had dominated the pace of events, laying an impassioned siege on her port, ramming the gates over and over again. Dissolving her to a shivering mess of pure sensations as she swayed back to meet his charge only to be thrust forcibly forward onto Optimus's spike. Every moan and muffled scream reverberated through Optimus's spike, triggering reactions he had not known would delight him.

It was only the start of events that dominated the time to come.

Optimus could Sense Phage through their Bond as their dark menage ma trios dissolved all reason and thought from her processor in such strong waves that it was crashing over into him. Her whole universe had condensed to just the three of them, of Megatron klanking the life out of her, her lips wrapped around his spike, the feel of him in her mouth and of Megatron in her port, the familiar abandoned lust she could allow herself to dissolve into yet again that she had not had since the Twins.

If Optimus grunted, he was not aware. If his hands sought purchase in the writhing mass of her omni-hair, that was just normal for them. That he closed his optics had everything to do with so he would not have to see Megatron on the other side of his femme, because it boiled the energon in his systems and drove such possessive thoughts into his processor as he had not had to contend with in eons.

Time became a meaningless concept. Phage drowned herself in the gratifying sensations that Megatron was delivering unto her body, reveling in the melting pool that her core had become and the feel and taste of Optimus in her mouth. For all she cared, they could frag her like this for five million years and she would not give a whit. So long as the sex stayed like this.

At some length, Megatron leaned across her back, his hands encircling her slim waist and lavished harsh bites and heated fervent kisses along her neck, shoulder strut and the edging of her door wings, making her moan and her door wings shuddered all over again. Between the tormenting teasing, a string of nothings poured from Megatron's vocal processor.

"You belong to me." The words rolled off his glossa and hit her throat in heated breathes, teasing her senses. Ahead of him, Optimus growled and grunted in turn, steadfastly silent compared to his two vocal lovers. "No—ghnn-matter how often Optimus pours his fluids into you. He can never rid you of my stain. I made you. I forged you into what you are. You. Are. Mine."

Between Optimus's digits playing loosely through her omni-hair and Megatron's right hand flirting up her body and squeezing her breast, Phage hit her second overload hard and fast. Soaring to new unfathomed heights of bliss that fried her processor of all reasoning and leaving her a boneless toy for either of their manipulations, held up only by Megatron's tight embrace and her weak arms propped on Optimus's lap. Riding high on her overload, Phage mewled bliss around Optimus's spike and constricted hard around Megatron's.

Abruptly, Megatron bit her shoulder strut hard enough for the metal to whine in protest. Phage jerked off of Optimus's spike, shouting, only to be drowned out by the savage roar that Megatron tried to unsuccessfully drown out against her shoulder strut as he overloaded. The silver mech rammed his spike to its base inside her valve, eliciting yet another scream from Phage as he breached her core and poured his transfluids deep into her inner sanctum. So much of it that Phage felt it ooze around his hard throbbing spike and trickle down her inner thighs.

The silence that swiftly descended the war room following Megatron's deafening overload was a striking contrast from a second before. Phage could hear her fuel pump pounding energon furiously through her systems and the thrum of her spark in her inner audios. Somewhere in the distance the Ark creaked as it settled around them. Her breathing came shaky and labored to cool her overheated systems. Gradually she tried to reassemble thought and began with the basic building blocks of self identity and moved up from there.

Megatron buried his cranium in the crook of her neck and began nipping, kissing, and licking at her alternatively, muttering sweet nothings to her in the harsh Decepticon vernacular. His hand glided up her thigh and wrapped lazily around her neck in a loving choke hold, his thumb tracing the pounding fuel line. One word finally stood out from all the others.

"Cybertron."

Phage was not sure when, but she had rested her cranium on Optimus's leg with one slim hand still wrapped around the base of his hard spike. It had become momentarily forgotten in her overload and was still stiff at attention in her face.

An overwhelming urge rose up in her to pop that thick spike back into her mouth. Her port was still deliciously full of Megatron, and she wanted that same feeling of complete fullness in her mouth too. Like it had been before it was Optimus and her. It was the only thing Phage missed of her time with the Lamborghini Twins. So, if this was her only chance to indulge in old pleasures...

Optimus's digits, twining and gently carding through her omni-hair, made her hesitate.

"What are you waiting for, my spitfire?" Cooed Megatron's voice in her audio, followed by a slow lick and then a nip to the top edge. "It is so rude to leave Optimus Prime on edge like this."

Phage groaned, digits trailing the large length of Optimus's spike. Her lips followed, laying gentle kisses and cat licks up to the tip. Beneath her, Optimus shuddered. His digits fisting in her omni-hair. Behind her, Megatron made small thrusts into her port anew and began whispering words of encouragement.

"Yes. Good. Yes like that. More." His thrusts were gaining length and power. "You are wonderful at this, aren't you, my free port?"

Phage mewled as she worshiped Optimus's spike.

"Meg—atron." Optimus shuddered between breathes. "This is over."

A smirk twisted itself at the corner of Megatron's lips, eyeing Optimus from over Phage's shoulder strut. "This is over when neither of us have any tension left, Optimus." He pumped into Phage for good measure, making her moan as she sucked and kissed the head of Optimus's spike. "I think you and I have quite a bit of tension left to work out."

Phage moaned beneath him as he continued to make minor gentle thrusts into her port. Suddenly, Phage's cranium popped off of Optimus's spike and shot Megatron a befuddled gaze over her shoulder strut. "How are you still hard?"

Not breaking optic contact, Megatron nipped along her neck cables, glided down her back and bit the connectors of her door wings. Phage shuddered, mewled, then groaned as he pulled out of her port with a wet plop, leaving her feeling hollow and needing him back.

"Some of us just are not privileged to have our own femmes, now are we." His optics flickered up to Optimus. "You took mine from me."

"She was never yours to take."

"You know, Optimus." Megatron said suddenly and stood up. "You are completely right."

Somehow, those few words ran like ice through their systems. Phage twisted to get a glimpse of him as Optimus opened his.

Megatron gripped Phage's hips and hauled her up, whipped her around, then roughly deposited her right onto Optimus's lap, straddle style, plunging her onto his spike.

Several twined emotions spanned across their faces, each Megatron had the delicacy to observe and enjoy: shock, surprise, pleasurable satisfaction.

Phage was the first initiate, grinding down as she arched her back, slim arms reaching around to encircle Optimus's neck cables. Her cranium rolled backwards onto his shoulder strut, moaning loudly as she set the pace.

"There." Cooed Megatron, locking Phage in by gripping the armrests of the chair. "Now you are both reunited. Quaint, I know. I am not without a measure of mercy."

Optimus struggled to find his voice as his arms encircled Phage's waist. "We are done here, Megatron." His words lacked their usual conviction and was undone when Optimus buried his cranium against Phage's backside, between her door wings that Megatron had lavished with attention prior.

A small frown wormed its way onto Megatron's face. "We are done here when neither of us has any tension left to deter the Quest, Optimus. That is what we agreed. And you still have tension. Go on, like our mediator said. Team-building. For the Alliance."

Over Phage's shoulder, their optics caught and held. Old iron wills opposed against each other for eons. The infuriating quirk returned to Megatron's mouth.

"Mediator. Where are your diplomacy skills?"

She tried to focus on Megatron through heavy lust-hued purple optics. Megatron leaned forward and whispered into her audio receptor, "Well, you have already assisted me. Help your mech. Interface with him. Help ease his tension. Pit knows he needs it. -There! There, good femme." Slowly, Phage began working up the tempo until she was grinding down on Optimus's spike.

Prime's arms tightened around her waist as he squeezed his optics shut. Megatron observed the display, eating it up with his starving gaze. "Good!" He took two steps back and collapsed into the opposing seat. Quietly, he began stroking his spike back to attention.

"Don't hold back Optimus. You were never one for that. This isn't the place for gentle interfacing. Show me how you have been fragging your femme. How have you been showing her you love her when you no longer have an eternity to devote to her but two years?"

Something broke. Megatron was not quite sure if it was his words that broke Optimus, or that the Prime had caved to the emotions pouring through the bond he shared with Phage, but all shyness evaporated.

In rapid succession, Optimus lifted Phage up off his spike and guided her down with equal force as he positioned up, impaling her down to the base of his spike and assuredly burying himself deep into her core. As with Megatron just before, Phage writhed in Prime's hold and belted out squeals and impassioned mewls. With her back pressed against Prime's chassis, and her arms wrapped backwards to grasp his antenna in hand, she left her breasts fully exposed for Megatron's viewing. They bounced with the force of every downward thrust. Megatron kept pace with his strokes to Prime's tempo.

It was after some time that Phage finally noticed him through half-hooded optics. Between her impassioned cries, she caught optics with him. One charged, lust-filled look.

In an instant, Megatron came to a decision and stood up.

His movement caught Optimus's attention. "Megatron, what are you doing?"

Just as Phage was casting him a bemused look, he stepped forward, grabbed a her cranium and yanked her forward. Phage's small cry of protest that was immediately muffled as Megatron forced her to swallow as much of his spike as she could muster.

Letting his cranium fall back on its axis, Megatron dug his digits into Phage's mess of writhing omni-hair and let out a long contented sigh.

"Ahh—You are good at this."

The mass of tentacle appendages snaked their way up Megatron's arms and held on with a grip. "Much better—Ah!" Megatron jerked forward as Phage took at her new position with a will. One slim hand wrapped around the length of him she could not take and began to pump with expert skill. Her omni-hair coiled tighter around his arms as his hands dug in. Megatron could have sworn he heard her laugh around his spike, felt it vibrate even. His optics were nearly bulging as they landed on Prime.

The aft had the audacity to be smirking at him, optics crinkling as they only did when the glitch was smiling behind his mask, both his hands fixed lazily to her hips, but she was setting the pace as she fervently suckled Megatron's spike and bounced on and off of Optimus's spike in a rhythm familiar to her.

"She's...ah, enthusiastic."

"She's missed her time with the Twins."

That—was an admission from Optimus he thought he would never hear.

"I—see. Tch!" He carded his black digits deeper into her omni-hair, as much holding on as he was pulling. Her free hand snapped to his leg to steady herself, enabling her to better control her speed as she bobbed on and off of Megatron's spike and up and down on Prime's.

Megatron focused on that beautiful face and those red lips as she worked his spike. "My free port." He murmured and groaned long and hard. Finally he found the tempo, and thrust forward, forcing her to take as much of him as she could. Even when he felt her resist he pulled her down and let her go away only under his firm grip.

Phage had set the pace before. The ball was back in Megatron's court and he owned it. "You are mine, my beautiful spitfire."

He forced her to down more of his spike.

"Phage is mine, Megatron." And Optimus pulled her back off of Megatron's spike and slammed her deep onto his own.

Phage's lips hovered at his tip, her glossa teasing to take him back. A notion struck Megatron as he took in her expression. This wasn't Phage anymore, but a lust addled free downloader that the Twins had crafted and lost. Did Megatron ever love claiming lost sparks for his own.

"Last I recall," Megatron jeered as he dragged her back choking onto his spike, "its my transfluids dripping from her core."

"Not for long."

"Go ahead, Prime." Megatron huffed on a laugh. "Reclaim your ground. I will just take it back."

Suddenly, Phage shoved his spike from her mouth and groused, "I have decided that you are both worse than the Twins."

"Worse!" Megatron scoffed. "That gold plated sociopath is levels below me." Before Phage had time to contemplate and remark on that, Megatron dragged her right back down. "Isn't that right, Optimus? You were there for that gladiatorial fight."

::What?::

Optimus groaned behind her as Megatron picked up the pace, grinning maniacally.

"Go on, I know you remember, Prime. Before the war. The sun had reached its zenith. I had just finished dealing with Sideswipe and was engaged one-on-one with Sunstreaker. I believe the announcer said something to the extent of—the sun and the moon."

A strangled groan tore itself out from Optimus's throat. His spike throbbed needy in Phage's valve and was received in kind with her personal constricting embrace. Optimus's digits dug to her thighs possessively as he forced her to take the whole of his shaft straight to the base. Then, bending them both forward as much as he could, his arms wrapped around her waist in a fierce embrace. With her lips still wrapped around Megatron's large spike, Optimus poured his transfluids deep into her core.

Watching Optimus overload set Megatron off on his second.

For a second time, Megatron shuddered, his spike throbbing insistently in Phage's mouth. He fisted her omni-hair to force her to keep still as he shoved his spike deep down her throat, and then ejaculated his copious amounts of transfluid down her throat, forcing her to swallow his coding whether she wanted to or not.

Shuddering and sighing alternatively, Megatron was the first to withdraw and collapse in his chair across from them, legs spread for full view of his twitching, large spike. After Phage had finished gagging, there was no way of avoiding it or Megatron's lazy smile he cast her way.

In the wake of their overloads, silence reigned. Optimus refused to release Phage from his embrace or sit up, cuddling her backside.

Suddenly, Megatron leaned forward, reached out with one hand and wiped a trickle of his fluids from Phage's chin and made her lick his digit clean. She did so numbly, then eagerly. Only when he was satisfied with her work, Megatron pulled back to rest again and her omni-hair coiled around his arm, resistant to let him go but sliding off all the same in a long goodbye.

The three of them sat there a long while, Phage trapped beneath Prime and unable to look away from Megatron's solemn gaze.

Finally, Megatron's hand slide off the arm of the chair and gripped his long thick spike, and began to stroke himself stiff again. Phage's optics widened in alarm. Hardly daring to imagine, she mouthed her question to him, 'Again?'

Megatron's smile was mesmerizing. "It has been eons."

She gawked at his omission, then bemoaned her fate. Optimus shifted off her back.

"Enough, Megatron." Came Optimus's long groan. It only elicited an arched optical ridge from Megatron.

"You cannot stay entrenched in her forever, Optimus." Growled Megatron. He was met by a dark glare in return. Megatron inclined his cranium and said after a brief moment of consideration. "Fine. Have it your way."

Both Phage and Optimus snapped their attention to him as he gradually stood and closed the small distance between them. "But turn her around."

"What?" Phage squeaked.

"What now, Megatron."

His grin was wide. "Just do it, Prime."

"No!" Phage sounded off, already guessing where this was going. "No! No! A thousand times, no! We are not doing that!"

"You do not get a say."

"Slag I don't!" She snapped off. "Have you seen your size? You'd split me for sure."

"You regenerate."

"Fuck you."

The resounding slap that echoed around the war room left Megatron rooted to his spot, optics wide and gaping. The swift slap to her aft made Phage jump, keening, before she shot Optimus a mock pout that was returned with a certain devious look that threw Megatron off.

The moment stretched out until finally Megatron shook off his stupor. "Did you just-"

They both shot him identical coy expressions that left him slack jawed.

Slowly, Megatron shook his cranium. "That's what it is then. Well then, you cannot tell me you have never fragged her aft then, Prime." Silent as ever, Optimus glared Megatron down intently until the silver mech threw his cranium back with a groan. "Come on, Optimus! Aft slapping is the most devious of your interfacing exploits! How have you lived through these eons?"

Optimus's secured Phage more tightly to his frame. "She said no, Megatron. We are done here."

"We are done when there is no tension left. And I still have tension to work out."

Without another word, Megatron grabbed Phage's breasts and began fondling them. With a lengthy sigh, her head fell backwards on to Prime's shoulder strut.

"You are worried." Megatron crooned. "I understand. Trust me, you can take my size. It will take some time-"

"No." Said Phage adamantly. "Last time I-"

"Last time?" And his optics shot to Prime.

"No not—Ahrug! Not with Optimus. With—oh never mind."

Megatron's optics narrowed. "With someone else then. They were rash, I take it. Too eager. I would be careful."

"We are not doing this. You are not going to frag my aft—Ow! Optimus!"

The slap to her thigh resounded in the war room. "Language." Prime berated.

"Come on!"

Suddenly Megatron kissed her, sending another swell of electric sensations tingling through her lips. She groaned into his mouth, and mewled when he pulled away. Motion from below caught her attention and her optics dropped and watched as he pumped his spike back to a stiff state.

"You know Prime, if you need help training her..."

"I do not."

"Clearly." Megatron remarked, stroking off as Optimus began thrusting into Phage anew. "You are doing a swell job. I am sorry, my spitfire. Did you want my spike? Again? So soon? I see you regarding it."

"It's hard not to when your flapping it in my face." Another slap. "Ow! Op! What did I do now?"

"Being a mediator intells not aggravating your charges. If you have nothing nice to say..."

Before another protest could fly from her mouth, Megatron snatched up a fistful of her omni-hair and shoved her back down on his spike. He began thrusting immediately, letting his cranium roll back on its axis to release a long moan. His thrusts into her mouth and down her throat were sporadic and jerky cpmpared with his earlier control and rhythm.

"Oh, Cybertron." Megatron moaned. "Optimus, remind me next time I see the Twins to thank them."

"That would not look good."

"Ugh. Then I will find another way. Her technique is-" he paused to shudder and groan as Phage sucked him hard and did something with her glossa. "Impeccable."

Optimus grunted, thrusting away into her leaking port in short rapid bursts.

Abruptly, Megatron pulled out of her mouth with a loud sucking pop and grabbed her breasts. "Hold them." He demanded, forcing her to do just that. When he was satisfied he drove his hard spike between her breasts. "Keep them squeezed together just so. Yes. Yes, good. Now-" He forced her cranium down so that as he thrust up the head of his spike drove into her waiting mouth. "Perfect!"

He held her cranium in place as he took his passions out on her and Optimus did the same.

"Pit Prime, how do you find them?" Megatron inquired after some time of wild indulgences. He wasn't expecting an answer and never got one. "Aft, a rack and a pretty face." His pace grew more frantic. "Cybertronian femmes are usually so small. Is that a smile? Are you smiling? Smug glitch."

Optimus tossed his cranium carelessly back against the chair and let out a soft uncharacteristic laugh.

Strangled unintelligent syllables poured from Megatron's vocal processor. He jerked back from the soft malleable titty frag and grabbed his throbbing spike. Phage had enough time to jerk her face aside before he came, spurting more of his transfluid across her face and coating her breasts. The amount that could still pour out of him boggled her mind, leaving her gaping up at him in wonder while Optimus still fragged her port from behind.

Gently Megatron guided her cranium forward, presenting her with the mess that was his spike. Silently, he tapped the head against her lips and she obeyed. Her bright delicious freedom red lips parted. Her glossa slipped out, licked his head tantalizingly slow, giving him a show as she cleaned his spike. Never once losing optic contact with him.

He wanted to frag that mouth of hers again. Wanted to see those lips engulf his spike. Seductress. Exotic mecha. His exotic seductress. His.

It was Megatron that broke optic contact first, carding his digits through her omni-hair and moaning as she finished her work and kept sucking. Megatron had to shove her off.

She was bouncing crazily as Optimus fragged her, every pistoned motion exaggerated by her omni-hair and bouncing breasts. Megatron knelt before his latest acquisition and began rubbing his fluids into her living metal skin. Phage did not stop him. Could not say a word while Optimus was fragging her.

His spitfire.

Their toy.

"Do not worry." Megatron purred, wiping a glob of his fluids off her left breast with his fingertips before dipping each one individually into her mouth. Mesmerized, he watched her intently as she fell into a lustful lull, sucking each finger clean with expertise. "I will work you up to fit my spike in your aft."

The haze in her optics broke, widening in alarm.

A disarming smile broke across his face that did little to settle her nerves. "I am sure Optimus will love that." He did not miss how the tempo of Prime's speed increased. Nor how Phage had to throw up her arms again to wrap around Prime's antennas for support and began grinding down to met his upward thrusts. "Then next time, mediator, we will try a more up close and personal team building experience."

Optimus's second overload was announced by a strangulated roar. Megatron refused to break optic contact with Phage as Optimus pistoned upwards, pouring more of his transfluids deep into her core. So much between Megatron's and Optimus's that the white substance leaked out of her port around Prime's thick spike and stained the their legs, the chair and the floor.

Casually, Megatron reached out and flicked her port's external node. Phage shrieked, trying to jerk upwards violently to escape his grasp, and failed. The strength in Optimus's hands kept her prisoner in his lap. Seizing on his opportunity, Megatron persisted in his endeavors until he was certain that she crested her latest overload.

After her muscles subsided, Phage went rag doll in Optimus's embrace. Auxiliary air vents whirling to life to cool her overheated systems.

Letting off, Megatron slunked back to his chair and collapsed into it for the second time.

After a long respite, Megatron murmured, "That's three to two, Optimus."

Across the way, Optimus's optics slowly opened and eyed Megatron in the next chair over. "Three-two what Megatron?"

"Overloads, Prime. Overloads. You are behind one. I thought the mediator should know. For recording keeping."

A low hum coasted from Prime. "You said you have not interfaced in eons."

"Yes. It tends to be hard to connect when I am surrounded by such ambitious mechs."

"Phage and I have a healthy personal life."

Megatron rolled his optics. "You frag a lot. I am not surprised. She is insatiable."

"Meaning your crude record keeping is inaccurate from the start."

"Oh come off it. You lost this round."

Carefully Optimus reclined back, craning his neck to glimpse Phage. The femme was drifting off into recharge, coasting in the blurry in-between. Optimus adjusted her, pulling her boneless frame into his lap in a bridal style embrace and hugged her close.

Megatron made to say something more and Prime shushed him. He balked at the treatment, glowered then conceded as Phage drifted off listening to Optimus's spark pulse.

"About our destination, Optimus." Megatron intoned quietly.

"Hmm...Now?" He came alert. "Really?"

"Yes really." Megatron grit. "It is rather important."

"Later."

"Not later. Now. While we're cooling down. If we went over the Ark's old star charts perhaps we could locate a planet with our specifications."

"Muhjuthapur."

Both mechs attention dropped to Phage resting against Optimus, half dead to the world. Carefully Optimus checked on her, murmuring quietly into her audio receptor.

The same unintelligent babble murmured pass her lips. "Juthapur."

Megatron shook his cranium and Optimus shrugged.

"As I was saying," Megatron began, "the Ark's old star charts."

"The ones from four million years ago."

"Yes."

"Those charts are four million years inaccurate."

If the quiet debate went anywhere else it was all white noise to Phage as she drifted off into recharge with nagging wakeful worries chasing her all the way.