Rejection is Not an Option 6
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Sam groaned as he felt the faint tingle of the aphrodisiac. Hours had dragged by seemingly endlessly and the young human was on the verge of tears. His dignity prevented him from touching himself or calling out for someone to help him alleviate his… situation…
The door opened and Sam glanced over his shoulder, glaring at Megatron. The large mech looked down at Sam, curled up on his side and looking quite pitiful and immediately felt bad.
"Poor Samuel…" Megatron reached down and stroked a claw over Sam's side. "I'm sorry… I left you in need…"
"Don't touch me." Sam whimpered but Megatron gently stroked his claw up Sam's spine. Sam moaned and arched, feeling hot arousal send shivers through his body. It didn't take muche for Sam's vision to white out and his body to go limp, the second Megatron's claw touched his crotch he arched and bit his lip until it bled.
Megatron stared down at the limp body and smirked. Yes, Sam would most definitely be his soon.
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Sam had been held captive for a week and was already even more terrified. He wouldn't so much as touch anything that Megatron or Mixmaster gave him and when Barricade ahd attempted to get him to eat he had simply curled up and shuddered. He would drink, but only very rarely. Megatron continued to make advances but mostly he was ignored by the young human, who would either simply detach himself from anything happening or he would blatantly tell Megatron that he hated him.
Megatron himself was worried about Sam. Worried and hurt. Despite how he acted, it did hurt when Sam said those things, said that he hated him. The Warlord would usually brush the words off, telling himself that Sam was saying that because he was scared, hungry and unsure of what was going on around them. He tried to tell himself that Sam would love him, would feel the need to be near him the same way Megatron wanted to be near Sam every second of every day.
Finally Megatron came up with a plan. Now the only thing he had to worry about was whether he could ensure that he won.
"Samuel?" Sam didn't move, didn't even twitch when Megatron reached down to touch his side. The Human turned bland eyes to the robot and Megatron smiled, genuinely and gently. "Sleep well?" Sam glared at him before returning to his side on the soft transformer's sized pillow that Megatron had set up on his desk for the human.
"I want to go home." Sam whispered and Megatron sighed.
"You are home, Samuel… This is your home now." Megatron sadly looked down at the small human.
"This isn't home…" Sam whispered, tears pricking at his eyelids. "I want my parents… I want Bumblebee and Mikaela." Megatron heaved another sigh and reached down to stroke Sam's soft brown hair.
"That's your old life, Samuel… This is your new life… With me…" Sam didn't move and Megatron pulled his hand away. "Why don't we play a game?" Sam frowned and looked up at the Warlord.
"Game?" The human sat up and Megatron grinned.
"A game that decides whether you leave… or stay." Sam felt his heart leap into his throat. He had two options here: He could play this game, whatever it was, and maybe win and leave here alive and well… Or he could refuse and remain a prisoner. Sam shuddered and nodded up at Megatron.
"What sort of game?" He asked and Megatron grinned as he scooped Sam up into his huge hand. Sam clung to Megatron's finger to keep balance as the mech carried him through the halls of the Decepticon base. He had never left Megatron's quarters and office so he had never known what the world outside of that room looked like. Right now he was beginning to question whether he really wanted to know.
The halls were dark, dank and smelt of humidity and oil. It looked to be what could have once been a mine or catacombs, the huge walls obviously built to house large machines. Fungus and other plants lined the walls and Sam heard the faint "drip-drip-drip" of leaking water. Finally they came to a huge, rusting metal door and Sam covered his face as sunlight showered down on him once Megatron threw it open, climbing out of the hideaway.
They were in what looked to be a swamp, skeleton trees draped heavily with Spanish moss and murky green and gray waters swirling around the bases of the trees. Megatron stood in ankle deep water (on him) and gestured around to the scenery.
"If you can avoid me and the wildlife and get out of this bayou then you are free to return to the Autobots." Megatron stated, placing Sam down next to the murky water. "If you can't make it… Then you must remain with me… Forever." Sam looked up at Megatron, searching for a malicious hidden agenda, a way that Megatron could cheat him of his freedom and found nothing. "The edge of the swamp is twenty miles to the north." Megatron aimed Sam towards the direction and the boy looked ahead into the dark, thick trees. "I suggest you start now… I will give you an hour head start." Sam scrambled out of the hand and sloshed through the waist deep water, shuddering as he saw Megatron watch him vanish into the trees.
Seven hours later…
He had been very good about this. He had remained on the banks of the water if he could and when Megatron came too close for comfort he went into the water or his in the trees. His black clothes helped with camoflauge and sometimes Megatron even had to activate his scans (which was usually when Sam would head in the opposite direction of the huge silver Warlord). There had been a few very, very close calls concerning Megatron, but even more with a few gators in the water. Sam shuddered as he remembered coming face to face with a particularly large gator as he had tried to avoid Megatron by taking refuge in the water. There was a thud nearby and Sam jumped, looking around. He couldn't get into any of these trees to that left the-
"HOLY SHIT!" Sam screamed as something latched onto his pant leg, snarling and pulling at him. Sam's eyes widened as he laid eyes on the largest gator he had ever seen. It had to be about the size of Megatron's hand, if not longer and bigger. Powerful jaws opened and suddenly snapped down on Sam's leg, engulfing it up to his lower thigh. A scream of pain escaped Sam and he clawed at the edge of the bank, feeling flesh rip and bone crack under the assault of the monstrous creature's powerful jaws. This was it – he was going to die. Gathering up one last breath, Sam screamed to the surrounding swamps to try and summon help.
"MEGATRON!" He screamed. The gator roared as it finally jerked Sam into the water, preparing to give a final blow.
A roar of anger shook the trees of the bayou and Sam felt a huge hand grab him about the waist, another hand grabbing the gator and quickly decapitating the creature, red blood filling the water as the body was thrown into the swamp. Sam shuddered and sobbed as his leg continued to bleed, pain making him cover his face.
"Shh… Shh… Samuel, its alright… You're safe now…" Megatron began to walk, cradling Sam to his chest, letting the small human feel the warmth of his spark and plating. Sam shuddered and clung to the huge mech, crying softly as Megatron made his way quickly back to the Decepticon base.
"M-megatron…" Sam whispered, continuing to cling to the Warlord as if he was his only lifeline.
"Shhh… You'll be fine… Shhh…" Megatron began to gently whistle and croon in Cybertronian, pressing his mouth to the human's head, chest and stomach, whispering reassurances to the frantic human. "Don't worry, Samuel… I'll always be here… I'll always protect you…" Sam shuddered and gazed up at Megatron with slowly closing eyes. Red optics stared back down and Sam shuddered as Megatron gently licked his neck, the boy moving his hand but not able to do more than lift it then let it fall again. "Sleep now… You're safe…" Megatron ordered softly and Sam slowly drifted into unconscious obliviousness.
Winding his way through the base, Megatron finally arrived at the Constructicons' medical bay. Mixmaster was in a corner, working on something while Hook compulsively organized his supplies, adjusting a box here or a tool there. The other Structies were obviously somewhere else and that was just fine with Megatron. Hook and Mixmaster were fairly sane – for Decepticons – and he wouldn't have to worry about them tending to Sam.
"What is that?" Hook asked, looking down at the Alligator head still latched onto Sam's leg. Even in death, the creature had not released its prize. Poking the leathery head Hook made a face. "That's disgusting."
"Well get used to it, Hook, we need to get it off of the boy's leg." Hook snorted and looked at Megatron.
"Child's play." Hook picked up his laser scalpel, tuned it to a certain beam level before activating a small magnifying glass in the side of his head, several small lenses popping out and folding in front of Hook's left optic. Leaning down, the medicl slowly began to carve away pieces of the gator's head, the stench of burning organic flesh making Megatron wrinkle his nose. "Mix, how's that translated energon going?" Hook called and Mixmaster looked up from his work for the first time since Megatron had come in.
"Its still in liquid form, but if the boy took in enough of it then he would have the healing capabilities and life span of a normal transformer." Mixmaster stated calmly, looking over the small pile of alligator bits that Hook had carved away. "Looks like the boy will need it."
"Indeed." Megatron whispered, trying not to show his concern as Hook finished pulling the gator's cut up jaw out of Sam's leg, revealing torn flesh, protruding bones and even a few of the creature's teeth embedded in the flesh. "How much energon will it take?" Mixmaster paused, doing calculations before holding out a small gallon sized cube of the energon.
"This should be enough."
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Sam whimpered as he woke, feeling the pain in his leg slowly numbing and vanishing. Something wet was pressed to his lips and he sucked down the liquid filling his mouth slowly, drinking it. It had that electric taste and smooth texture of the energon aphrodisiac that Megatron had given him before and he instantly opened his eyes and spat the stuff out, sitting bolt upright and trying to scramble back, only to be stopped by the sharp pain in his leg.
Megatron's human holoform held a cup of glowing pink energon and Sam glared at it, scooting even further back even as his leg protested the movement.
"Don't worry, Samuel, there's nothing in it." Megatron held it out. "This is the last of it, if you drink this the pain will stop."
Sam stared at the small bit of energon left in the cup then at Megatron, not saying a word. Megatron sighed and held the cup out to the human.
"If you don't drink this then you wont heal, Sam." Sam blinked, frowning as Megatron used his shortened name.
"Why did you save me?" Sam asked softly and Megatron sighed, moving to cup Sam's cheek in his holoform's hand.
"The challenge was for you to make it out uninjured or for me to find you… Not for you to make it out or die." Megatron's actual claw loomed out and the holoform vanished, placing the cup on the desk top. Sam jumped when the claw touched his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart. Megatron tilted his head and stroked Sam's bare chest. He had removed the boy's clothes, bathed him and placed him in a new pair of silk pants and a black sleeveless shirt. He hadn't been able to do the buttons so he had simply left the shirt flapping open. Sam could do the tiny buttons himself after all, and this gave Megatron an excuse to gaze on that soft, pale skin.
"I lost the game, didn't I?" Sam whispered and Megatron nodded. The boy sighed and picked up the energon drinking it before looking at Megatron. "I guess I'd better get used to this place, huh?" Megatron smiled kindly and touched Sam's chin, tilting his head back with a claw so that their optics and eyes could meet.
"We're not as much of monsters as everyone makes us out to be." Megatron stated softly. "We just have different ways of getting our points across."