Chapter 3: "Small bet"

It was a nice and gentle kiss. One of the nicest in Megatron´s life. He had his hands wrapped around Engel´s waist, while the smaller bot´s hands rested on his chassis, and deepened the kiss. They explored each other's mouth, glossas lazily dancing together and pulling soft moans from the other bot. The dance slowly became wilder as they both found themselves wanting more. They enjoyed such a closeness and wanted to get even closer.

After what seemed like eternity, they pulled away when need for air became too big. Megatron could tell his face was heated up and he heard his cooling fans.

But he didn´t care.

He was able to focus only on the mech in front of him. The sigh of those flushed cheeks, lips plump from the kiss and half-dazed emerald optics prove that Engel was enjoying himself just as much as him.

Suddenly the warlord noticed that he shifted over, so the smaller mech was now kneeling between his legs. He couldn´t help but blush, it had been ages since he allowed anybody to come this close (despite what his soldiers thought of him) and now it was nice to have Engel in this position.

Although there was one mech he would be happier to be with…

He pushed back the thoughts of him and focused on the medic… only to remember where they were and that anybody might walk on them. And since he wasn´t a kinky type, he knew it would be better to change their actual place.

Though Engel didn´t seemed to mind as he leaned forward and began kissing up and down his neck cables. It took all of Megatron´s will power, not to flinch, as not used to such a gentle care. But he couldn´t hold back a moan at that pleasant feeling and had to remind himself of their current position to prevent himself from giving in yet.

"Hmm… Engel… Engel please wait…" he moaned.

The smaller mech stilled and the warlord could feel his hot breath tickling his neck cables. "Something wrong, Megatron?"

The silver mech could feel his blush darkening, body shivering when Engel called him by name.

"Engel, maybe we should go somewhere… more private? My quarters are close," said Megatron, once he found his voice.

At this Engel let out a small chuckle, before he pulled away a bit and he pecked his lips. And then… well… Megatron wasn´t sure how did they made it to his quarters without being noticed. But he didn´t care, because once he locked the door behind himself, he found Engel already lying on his bed. The smaller mech laid on his back, raised himself to his elbows, the scarf around his upper body already untied and slipped off one of his shoulders.

Megatron shallowed dryly at the sigh and walked over. He climbed next to Engel and their lips met in another kiss. Engel rested one hand on the silver mech´s shoulder, while the other went to his neck cables, gently caressing them. Megatron moaned from the touch and wrapped one arm around Engel´s waist. His free hand slowly undid the scarf around the smaller mech´s hips. It took a little struggling, but he managed to unwrap it. Carefully he run his fingers across the now exposed plating and Engel moaned into the kiss.

A soft click could be heard and Megatron could feel the smaller mech´s intimal parts against his palm. He pulled back from the kiss and took a look. He had to admin he liked what he saw and became even more aroused at the sight of that magnificent silver length and wet port.

"Beautiful," he breathed out.

"Thanks⁓" purred Engel, before he said: "But I want to have a look too⁓!"

A shiver run down Megatron´s spine as he retraced his lower plates, shuddering as he felt cold air at his hardened member.

Engel licked his lips at the sigh "Nothing less from the mighty Megatron." The smaller mech wriggled his hips, obliviously eager to start.

Megatron took the hint and leaned forward to kiss him, while his fingers teased the port´s rim. Engel´s hips twitched and moan escaped the smaller mech´s lips. But as he was about to ease a finger inside, Engel suddenly flipped their position. The medic was now straddling him, while held both of his servos besides his head with surprising strength.

"Up for a bet, Megatron?" asked Engel as he moved so he was kneeling between the bigger mechs legs.

The warlord raised an optic ridge "What bet?"

"A bet to see which one of us have better self-control," answered Engel with a chuckle: "You will have to hold on longer than me. If you overload before me, you lost. Winner gets to take the loser and does anything he wish for the night. How does that sound?"

Megatron thought about it for a moment, then nodded. Engel smirked and pressed their hips together, both moaning as their cables rubbed. Engel then began moving against him and Megatron knew he had a problem. As he felt their cables moving against each other, he knew he is going to lose the bet. No matter how much he struggled, how much he tried to regulate his intakes. He would lose. He knew it with each moans he held back, with each cry he suppressed by biting his bottom lip.

And why?

Because of that look.

Because of that fragging look!

The look of those sharp emerald optics, that fell upon him. Even through the blushed, condensation slick face of the smaller mech, it was still that well knew look, which reminded Megatron of the mech from his past.

Don´t look at me, he thought averting his gaze.

Don´t look at me, please!

It brought back memories. Memories he didn´t need right now. Memories of him. Of one special mech he missed so much. Megatron could feel him close again. Feel his touch and the warmth of his body… Biting his lip even harder, Megatron fought the memories and the growing arousal.

"Scream for me, Megatronus."

Megatron´s optics went wide and he finally lost it.

He screamed as he came, cable twitching and lubricant coating his abdomen. He was left panting hard as he listened to Engels cry and felt another batch of lubricant land on him. He was aver of Engel as the smaller mech collapsed on top of him, but he couldn´t bring himself to care.

Instead he lifted his now free servo and covered his optics.

He couldn´t even bear himself to look at Engel.

He felt so ashamed.

How could he do that? How could he overload while thinking over other mech than Engel?

That was just horrible.

Engel didn´t even look like him beside the optics!

What should he do?

"Oh crap," he heard suddenly and looked at Engel… only to see something he wasn´t prepared at.

His optics went wide and his processor nearly got a breakdown, while he was unable to process it.

No way.

This just couldn´t be true.

There is no way this could be real.

After all those years…

"L-Lord Amon?" he asked in disbelief.

The gold and silver god smiled at him. "Yes it´s me, Megatronus."