Author's Note: Based off the song "Lil Red Riding Hood" by Bowling for Soup.
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And here is where everything gets weird.
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Perceptor fired off his light cannon at the Decepticons, stumbling slightly when Starscream fired one his null rays at the microscope's feet. They were at the top of an extremely tall electric company building, the Decepticons circling and shooting while the Autobots prevented them from landing. Perceptor was back to back with Bumblebee, the scout not really all that pleased with fighting with the scientist, but they were the only things keeping the Decepticons from the door into the power plant.
"Bumblebee! Cover me!" Optimus called as he swung at Megatron, who was firing off rounds at Optimus and the other Autobots. No one noticed that the Decepticons were avoiding hitting Perceptor.
"Starscream!" Megatron roared and the seeker dove for Perceptor, who stumbled back. Starscream barrel-rolled away from the microscope, who was stumbling towards the edge of the rooftop.
"Someone!" Perceptor called as he teetered. "Help!" He fell, hurtling towards the hard concrete below. Starscream cackled and one of his null rays caught the microscope in the side, causing optics to darken.
Megatron's world seemed to slow down as he watched his small mate fall. Shoving Optimus Prime away, he bolted towards the rooftop, getting hit in the jaw by a laser shot and in the back with another shot. He continued to run, leaping off the edge and powering up his thrusters, diving towards the falling body. Perceptor was limp as he fell, optics offlined, oblivious to what was happening around him. Megatron reached out and grabbed the frail scientist's wrist, dragging the smaller body to his chest just as he banked out of his nose-dive. Reaching the frequencies of his soldiers, Megatron barked an order.
"Decepticons, retreat! We have what we came for!"
Optimus looked around as the enemy suddenly left, flying off without so much as another word.
"Everyone alright?" The team leader asked, looking around to take a headcount. "Perceptor?" The others looked around and optimus ran to the edge of the roof, looking down. Not even a crater where the Autobot could have fallen. "Perceptor?!" Bumblebee picked up a pair of cracked yellow glasses and held them up to Optimus.
"Boss-bot, I don't think he's gonna hear you." Ratchet ran his scans around them and shook his head.
"Energy signature is gone, he's probably a Decepticon prisoner now." Ratchet sighed and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees. "Megatron isn't known for his mercy to prisoners. The only way we'd ever see poor Percy again is in pieces."
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Megatron walked into his personal quarters in their abandoned mine base. It was really only a blocked off cave with a berth and an energon dispenser had been moved into the quarters for Megatron's convenience. The large silver mech looked down at the red and gray body cradled against his chest, luscious lips parted slightly and optics offlined. The glasses had been lost, but surely Scrapper could build more. The silver warrior wondered at the tiny scientist. He could barely be a stellar cycle, his body so smooth and untainted. No battle damage or anything. Megatron lay Perceptor down on his soft berth, the purple silk of the blankets swathing around Perceptor's body. A thin, limp hand lay next to Perceptor's head and Megatron picked it up, tracing the thin fingers and knuckles. How could such a delicate creature be in a war? Megatron had seen a human girl carrying around a small, porcelain doll. When the doll had been dropped it had broken into hundreds of pieces. Megatron moved to cradle Perceptor's head with his free hand, kissing the fingertips of the hand he held before kissing the back, then the wrist, planting small, worshipful caresses up to Perceptor's mouth. The unconscious mech didn't respond, but Megatron didn't want one. No doubt Perceptor would panic upon awakening. Megatron looked at the light cannon attached to his mate's shoulder and removed it, stowing it into his subspace before standing and walking out of the room, rolling the large stone "door" back into place so as to prevent Perceptor from leaving when he awoke from stasis lock.
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Perceptor groaned and rolled onto his side, feeling achy and like slag. What had happened? The last thing he remembered was Starscream shooting him as he fell off of the edge of that power company roof… had one of the Autobots saved him? No. His berth wasn't nearly as comfortable as this, and Ratchet's repair bay tables were worse. So that left…
Painfully onlining an optic, Percy looked around him. Sparsely furnished, a cave from the looks of it, an energon dispenser (sure as Pit didn't have one of those in his quarters) and the berth was covered in a purple silk blanket that was currently wrapped around his thin frame.
The room simply screamed royalty.
It had to be Megatron's quarters in the Decepticon base.
Perceptor sighed and propped himself up on an elbow, looking around. Without his glasses he only had enough sight to make out vague colors and shapes, so in the almost pitch dark of this room he couldn't do much.
"Ahh, you're awake, my pet." Perceptor jumped, recognizing the voice. Slowly he turned his face in the direction of his mate, shivering slightly when the larger mech reached out to perch a pair of glasses exactly like his old ones on his nose. "Better?"
Perceptor nodded meekly, shifting away from Megatron slightly. The larger mech grinned, looking much like a wolf as he knelt on his hands and knees on the bed, straddling Perceptor's own small frame.
"Where am I?" Perceptor asked softly, Megatron's open leer didn't calm any fears he had. "What happened?"
"Starscream made the mistake of shooting you with his null rays, after I specifically commanded all of my soldiers to not shoot at you." Perceptor's lips quivered as Megatron slid a large, clawed hand over the scientist's side, where he just noticed that the epidermal metal was healing from a wound. "He has been taught his lesson."
"Why did you want me?" Perceptor whispered, trying to pull away from the invasive hands and his hands moving to cross over his spark chamber. Megatron chuckled at the question, leaning down and nipping at the smaller mech's jaw.
"I would think that that would be obvious, little lamb…" Megatron growled, curling an arm possessively around the smaller frame, pressing Perceptor's chest to his own. "I do not enjoy having what is rightfully mine kept from me." Perceptor shuddered. The way Megatron had said "mine" had sounded like a cross between a growl and a breathless gasp. Perceptor felt his body tremble even more, trying to pull away but unable to get out from underneath the much larger mech.
Megatron stared down at his prize, stroking the arched back strut he breathed against Perceptor's neck, licking the energon line and wires gently. The microscope trembled even more and gasped, arching further into his mate's chest, unconsciously wrapping his legs around Megatron's waist. The warlord growled and parted his chestplates, feeling Perceptor's own armor quiver in resistance before sliding apart also. Perceptor looked away, offlining his optics and shaking as he clutched the stronger shoulders.
Megatron moaned as their sparks touched, melting together carefully. Perceptor bit his glossa as he felt his very inner self penetrated. Only after a few moments did Perceptor notice that something was different. Megatron wasn't moving through his conscious brutally as he usually did, he wasn't even moving through anything, he merely caressed Perceptor's conscious with invisible fingers, gentle and careful, as if he was afraid that Perceptor would break if he tried anything. The scientist paused before slowly opening his mind to his mate, Megatron quickly doing the same.
And then it hit him.
A wash of emotions that Perceptor hadn't known the seeming cruel Warlord had held. Perceptor moaned and twitched when hunger, lonliness, fear, pain, insecurity and even a small shred of something that he dare not put a name to threaded through him, making his very spark ache. Was this what it was like for Megatron every day? Perceptor reached up and onlined his optics, staring at his mate's face searchingly.
It was all there, hidden behind a mask of cold indifference. Perceptor slowly wrapped an arm around Megatron's neck and leaned up, searching those violet optics for something. For what he wasn't sure. Was he looking for permission? Lust? Love? Or was he looking for something that just wasn't there.
Whatever it was, he felt that he had found it and leaned up to kiss Megatron's mouth gently, the contact barely a brush of unsure lips. This wasn't like any of their previous encounters where Megatron had brutally taken what he wanted, in this moment, they were both unsure, frightened lovers. Megatron felt Perceptor tentatively brush his lips with an shy glossa and allowed the scientist entrance. Perceptor explored Megatron's mouth, touching the larger mech's glossa before curling around it suggestively. Megatron grinned into the kiss, thrusting his glossa into his smaller mate's mouth, clutching a thin thigh before sliding to grope the smaller mech's aft. Perceptor pulled away and let out a soft cry as his mate sent a pulse of spark energy to his own core, causing him to writhe and tighten his grip to the larger mech's bulk. Megatorn pulled back slightly to stare into his mate's optics, the large, innocent blue optics dimmed in pleasure as Megatron teased clawed hands down his body, keeping their chests pressed together.
"Perceptor…" Megatron growled, leaning down to mouth a cable in the smaller mech's neck, panting and pressing closer as heat began to consume him. "Primus…"
Perceptor arched and keened, clutching his own helm as he overloaded, electricity crackling through his spark. Because there was no interface connection, the electricity didn't circulate through two connections (one in the spark and another through cables), so the overload went full force through their sparks, looping back and circulating through that one powerful connection.
Megatron pulled back and roared his pleasure to the heavens while Perceptor let out a small overwhelmed gasp, optics flickering before offlining, along with all the non-essential programs. Megatron grunted as he rested his weight on his elbows, staring down at his mate. Perceptor's mouth was open, vents whirring as temperatures returned to normal level. Cradling the small mech's head in his large hands, the Warlord rubbed his thumbs over the small scientist's cheeks, under optics and across optic ridges. The yellow glasses were slightly skewed and megatron smirked as he pressed the glasses back up the thin nose.
He had to admit, his little Perceptor was cute for a scientist…