Author's note. Written by me and the-writing-mew.
Warning for sexual content.
Enjoy and please review.
The next morning... Or afternoon...
Megatron stirred, he was really sore and heavy even after his nice and warm bath from last night.
He grunted and moved around his hands looking for his warm and lovely living doll... Only to not find her there!
He fought to online his optics since this one still felt weak and heavy. Did he really slept that hard?
"A-ariel..." He tried before a soft, little hand touched his face.
"Shhh... It's okay..." Her soft voice answered him. "I'm here, go back to sleep, you need it."
Megatron grunted at that. Was she babysitting him?
"Rest..." She added.
The gladiator tried to, really did, but was too worried as to why she was acting like that...and that he was too tired to ask her properly what she was trying to do.
Probably sneak out?
As said thought touched his mind, he felt something warm touch his joints just right...then her soft little hands...
'Uhhh... Primus...that feels so good...' Megatron thought as she massaged him forcing him to relax and, unknown to him, smile a little.
Suddenly he was back into a deep recharge again, snoring loudly.
Ariel smiled sadly at him. What he had to do so he can get decent things, she didn't desired that fate for anyone.
Redscar had left earlier to get in some training, after assuring her Megatron wouldn't get into trouble for having a lie in. He'd simply requested that she take care of his friend, seemingly forgetting what he'd accidentally revealed the previous night. She didn't bother to tell him, he might inform Megatron of this fact and she was sure he'd be mortified. And probably furious, something she did not want at all.
With her master sleeping, she glanced around. The place was a bit disorganised, thanks to the little party she and Redscar had had and definitely needed tidying up. With nothing better to do, she started tidying up, first by placing all the empty high grade cubes in a neat pile, ready to be either used or disposed of. Next, she cleared away any odds and ends that where lying around, finding the appropriate places for them. She then quickly checked Redscar's still, making sure it was running as it should be and didn't require anything.
Next, she began to sweep the floor, taking care to do a good job. This took a little while but this room was of a much better qaulity than the previous one, so she found it much easier. There were less sticky patches, cracks or bumps in this floor. After that, she progressed onto scrubbing and set to work with the goal of having it spotless for Megatron's awakening.
She hummed softly to herself, enjoying the peace and quiet. Well, quiet except for her master's snores but they were not too bad, she could block them out so they simply became background noise rather than an irritant. The work passed without interruption and she was eventually satisfied that the floor was clean. Deciding that a break was in order, she stretched out her stiff joints and joined Megatron on the berth for a rest. It was a shame he didn't really have any data pads of read or radio, she could do with a bit of entertainment for when she was alone and finished her cleaning.
"I can't believe it," she mumbled to herself. "I'm worrying about entertaining myself when I'm surrounded by brutish Mechs who kill each other for a living."
She was getting too used to her situation and that worried her. If she became too comfortable, what if she missed opportunities for escape? More than anything, she wanted to go back home, to be free and with her love Orion. Not to mention, all the other things she missed like her data pads, her friends, being able to walk around in the sun...she even missed other Femmes. It was all just Mechs here in this city and she stuck out so dreadfully. Even if she was kept locked away most of the time.
There was a sudden snort and she turned to see Megatron waking up. She sighed, it looked like her work wasn't finished after all.
"Hrr," he grunted, his systems coming online as he heaved himself up slightly. Looking around, he spotted his beautiful slave and smirked. With one hand, he pulled her onto his chest and smiled at her.
"I seem to remember," he said in a rather rough voice. "A certain femme helping me to relax earlier."
"I...I thought you needed to rest," she said softly, looking away.
He smiled and looked about him, the room was looking very presentable. Obviously, his femme had been taking care of duties, something which really uplifted his mood.
"I have a new task for you," he declared and she looked at him. "You are going to help me clean up properly in the shower."
"Oh," she squeaked, she wasn't sure about that at all.
"Oh... Ok..." She said imagining how big the mech was and how long will it take her to clean him all.
He smirked in triumph at that and then took her up in his arms, bridal style and walked towards his washroom without waiting for her to change her mind...
...if she was to.
He filled a tub with warm water and passed her a sponge and liquid cleaner. She started with her task seconds later in silence.
...she was too silent for his taste.
Meanwhile in her head, she was in a turmoil of emotions, one, she was feeling too comfortable here and was getting used to her situation, two, she still wanted to escape and return to her beloved Orion, and three, her pity for her poor master who had to sell himself in body and soul to have a decent life in this pit hole.
Ariel sighed, what can she do? Should she stay and attend her master because he really needs her -or someone to give him some form of comfort and never treats him as a thing- or must still try to find a way out from here?
But how? She was possibly in the middle of Kaon, right in the middle of a hell on Cybertron; the first step she took outside this quarters, even when guarded, will be the opportunity someone will take to take her away and use her and abuse her.
Yeah, it was complicated... 'Why does everything must be this complicated?!' She thought to herself while still scrubbing her staring master.
"Why so quiet?" Megatron asked softly making her stop as he lifted up her little chin with his big finger. "I can hear how your processor is overworking...sadly I can't read minds."
Ariel looked up at him with wide blue optics. He was not asking for an answer...he was demanding one.
So she said: "I... I wish I can go out again to breathe fresh air and see...and feel the sunshine... I even miss the other femmes," She smirked bitterly looking down. "I even miss their gossips."
Megatron looked amused at her answer, but let her continue.
"I know it sounds...possibly stupid, but it was my life, the one I know and knew in my whole existence... I can't help but miss it all."
The gladiator nodded. Obviously she missed her freedom. "Tell me more... Tell me about your life... Describe me a normal day... And a perfect one." He said, but to his surprise she just sighed and nodded before resuming her task.
"My normal day... I would get up from my bed... It was small, but worked and sometimes when I was too tired I believed it was the most beautiful berth in the universe...possibly crafted by Primus himself and compelled by Unicron so I may wish to lay on it all day," Ariel started with a tone of longing. "Then I will go to my small washroom to get prepared to work... I always enjoyed walking towards it instead of speeding like my partners... That way I would enjoy the winds, sunlight... My freedom... And breakfast."
"What did you have for breakfast?" he questioned as she scrubbed his chest.
"Just a simple cube of Energon," she said softly. "But I could get different flavours and sometimes I'd add some sprinklers or shavings to it. It was always my favourite meal of the day, it just felt like a good start no matter what the day had in store for me."
He nodded, fuel was always a positive no matter how negative you knew your day would be.
"Go on," he commanded, shifting so he was more comfortable.
"Well I uh...worked in a courier company, that involved taking orders from multiply companies for delivering their wares. There was a personal and a business department, so if you were just a bot who maybe wanted to order a few small things, that would be the personal order. But if you were a business wishing to sell or buy things, that was the business department."
It was strange talking to her master about this but she knew it was probably a good thing he wanted to know what she was feeling. Redscar was right when he said that Megatron was not so bad, even if he was responsible for her being taken away from her old life. Maybe this could work to her advantage, if Megatron liked her then maybe he'd trust her more. And an opportunity for escape might present its self.
"We had large warehouses where we'd received goods and we'd process them. I mostly worked in the personal department but I sometimes dealt with bigger orders. My boyfriend worked in administration, he was really good at organising everything."
Megatron grunted, not so interested in her boyfriend so she quickly continued.
"There were certain days I was sent out to deliver parcels and gifts...the company mostly employed femmes for this or...attractive Mechs."
This made Megatron smirk, of course the company would use its prettiest employees as the face of the whole business. Good to know that some things never changed, no matter the city.
"I quite liked delivering things, it meant I could get outside and see different parts of the city," Ariel explained with a small smile. "Sometimes, if I had a particular long journey, I could take a lunch with me and find a nice spot to have it. There was this lovely part on the other side of the city that I used to visit, it was nice and quiet during the middle of the day so I could just relax and enjoy myself."
She paused for a moment before adding. "Oh and sometimes, I got to travel to other cities and I loved it. In Vos, virtually everyone flies and their buildings are built high and there's all these amazing walkways that give views for miles around. And the open air shows they put on, they're just...breath taking!"
"Hmm, I've met a few Seekers," Megatron stated thoughtfully. "They all seem a bunch of show-offs."
She couldn't help but giggle at this.
"Yes, they are, and is because they believe and know themselves beautiful... Is just overconfidence and pride that made them like that." Ariel said with a longing smile.
Megatron however just grunted.
"Have you met some personally?" She asked only gaining a scowl and another grunt as an answer. "It seems you've met the worst of their kin... Possibly just rich kids."
The mech lifted an optic ridge at that. "And why you think that?"
She gasped and clamped shut her mouth. She was sure that he will not enjoy it al all that she knows what he do for...work.
"Well...because..." The femme started. "Most rich mechs and femmes are not kind at all...most of them, I am not generalizing it, I've met really good nobles in the past in my deliveries, but some others can treat you worse than a mat... I believe if you have such poor image from seekers, you possibly have met some rich ones... Perhaps?"
Megatron looked down at her with a frown as if analysing her. "And...why you think I've met any rich seeker? No rich kids will come to this pit hole."
Ariel shrugged. "It was jut my point of view... But, you're right... Why would a rich mech come down here?" Then looked up at him with big and wide blue optics. Innocence reflected in them.
The gladiator just sighed and ignored that strange feeling in his processor that told him that she may know something... About what he did with the sponsors... But how?
That 'how?' worked to make him shrug said thoughts and focused better in her scrubbing him.
However, he kept thinking about it until he finally said. "Why do you think I've met some spoilt rich noble?"
She paused before saying in what she hoped was fairly casual.
"Well...those Mechs I saw in the training centre didn't exactly look like they made deliveries for a living. I thought at the very least they didn't do any manual labour. I thought maybe even better off bots came here to watch you all fight."
This Megatron relax, it was true that Ariel had seen Dragonfly and Flashlight. They certainly weren't your average worker so maybe she had just naturally assumed that the nastier members of the nobility visited the Arenas. After all, blood lust did not discriminate.
"Very well," he said, indicating that he accepted her answer...at least for now.
"Are you...training today?" Ariel now asked softly. If he wasn't and instead planned to hang around all day, he might get it into his head to try and get her to pleasure him. And she wanted to put that off for as long as possible.
He considered the question. Checking his chrono, he found that it wasn't too late that he couldn't go out if he wished. Even if he didn't feel like training, showing his face would probably be a good idea, he could soak up all the admiration and jealousy thrown his way. And tease Redscar as he trained, it would be nice to have a bit of payback for all the ribbing he usually endured. Also, he could check which matches he was up for, there would probably be some normal ones for a while before another death match.
"I might," he said at last. "You will remain here and continue cleaning up."
She nodded, that was good. She could do what she needed to in peace. But just as she started on one of his arms, she suddenly found it wrapping around her body and drawing her closer to her master.
"Until then," he murmured into her audio as she trembled in his grip. "Why don't we have a bit of fun?"
"I uh...," she stammered as he started to kiss her neck.
"Don't be shy, I won't hurt you," he said huskily, turning her and trying to get her legs around his waist.
She was frozen, with no idea what to do. If she tried to fight him, he could very easily become angry and hurt her like he had before. But at the same time, she did not want to just submit and go along with what he wanted.
"N-no... Please...don't... I don't want this," She tried as he continued suckling on her neck and moaned approvingly.
"You taste so good...stop denying me... I'll give you more pleasure than you can imagine..."
Ariel only tensed more as he grabbed her aft and squeezed it while stroking her back with his other hand.
"P-please... M-megatron... Don't do this..." She tensed up more and tears started forming in her optics.
Definitely she will never feel safe with her unwanted master always hunting for her and desiring to ravish her.
He only grunted and lowered the hand he had used to grab her aft to caress her closed panel.
"Open for me..." He whispered while continuing assaulting her neck.
"Please..." She tried once again as she couldn't kick him right at his crotch since her legs were now spread around his waist. "Don't, stop!"
Her words were taken by the air as his deaf audios didn't seemed to receive them and continued with her ministrations.
"L-look... I... I understand how you feel with your work and everything... What they make you do and that now want someone you can use the same way others use you... But please, you can change that... Don't do this to me."
He stopped, or better said, froze and looked up at her in mild shock and rage.
Did she know that he...?
"I know they make you kill others to get this things... To do it even against your will...and now you want to do it to someone who's weaker than you... But please I beg you... Stop... Please!" now her tears escaped her beautiful optics and he couldn't help but kiss them away to her shock.
"Please..." She tried again only for him to claim her lips and thrust his glossia in her sweet mouth, roaming around and tasting her while still stimulating her now heating panel.
Megatron smirked in triumph, her body started betraying her...and soon gave him his victory, when involuntarily said panel opened and revealed her quickly lubricating valve.
His little slave still seemed hesitant, but he will make her change her mind as he softly caressed the silky rim of her entrance causing her to gasp in their kiss and then squeak and shudder when he touched her ultra-sensitive external node.
He decided to keep his words to himself as he stimulated her, seeing how her beautiful blue optics darkened in lust... A lust she wasn't still fully aware from.
His spike escaped its prison and he guided her little hand towards it to touch it...and moaned softly feeling her delicate and soft surface touch him. It was like nothing before!
Finally, he tried to wiggle one of his fingers into her very much tight, but wet and eager valve... But she was really tight! He couldn't get it in!
His slave groaned and bit her lower lip grabbing his mechood tighter -not knowing what it was- but was the only thing she had at hand to hold herself onto as her body reacted on her own.
The problem was that this thing was also getting wet and slippery.
Finally Megatron could ease in his middle finger to the first knuckle...only to find resistance inside.
Somehow that made him jump out from his lust. Redscar was right, she was still sealed!
...and so tight that it may take him several weeks to loose her enough so his spike can pierce her without hurting her!
Frag!
He was sure if he takes her now she will die.
Her little hand against his rock hard spike tightened its grip making him grunt. He needs release...and now!
But how?!
Her hands, no matter how soft, were too small to really help him!
He frowned before an answer came to him. She could use her soft little hands...and her mouth. Of course for that, they'd need to exit the bath but if he got his release, it wouldn't matter. Making sure that she was still wrapped up in her own lust, he hauled them both out and onto the floor. Settling in carefully down, he started to gently push her down towards his spike. Her hand still gripped it and she kept tightening her hold, keeping his arousal going but now he needed to release it in a proper overload.
"Ariel," he murmured. "Open your mouth for me."
"Uh...wh...?" she tried to say but he shushed her.
"Shh, my precious femme," he said softly, using a finger to part her lips.
She obeyed, opening her mouth and he carefully slipped his tip between them. She jerked instantly at the feel of something of foreign in her mouth but he didn't allow her to go far. He stroked her node, causing her to gasp thus allowing him to slip part of his spike in again. Sadly, it was unlikely she'd be able to get the whole thing in, she was so small and inexperienced. He would just have to make do.
"That's it," he purred, still stimulating her. She was so innocent, she could't handle the sensations shooting through her body, allowing him to take complete advantage. He rubbed at her throat, causing her to start sucking and swallowing, something that made his arousal grow.
It tasted very strange to her, she wasn't sure if she liked it or not. It was strangely thick and bitter but she couldn't stop. It was like her mind had been enveloped in fog, disconnecting it from her body. She unconsciously opened her mouth a bit wider and the thing went in deeper, causing her to gag slightly.
Megatron quickly pulled out slightly but with a lot of effort. What he wouldn't give just to start ramming but how would he explain to that pompous medic if he damaged her jaw and throat? This was the price he paid for having such a beautiful but delicate femme.
He quickly guided her other hand to his spike and was rewarded by a stronger squeeze. He moaned out loud, primus that was good. And best of all, he could perfectly train his little femme to please him and him alone.
"Mmm," he hummed, feeling his overload building up as he continued to touch her and encourage her to stimulate his spike. He wouldn't force her to swallow the whole thing but he would ensure she swallowed some of it. And what an erotic sight it would be, the very thought was making his spike swell and engorge it's self with transfluid. Her glossia was swirling around his tip, an unconscious action but one that was producing shots of pleasure within him.
"Uh...ah," she gasped as Megatron rubbed away at her external node, she had never experienced anything like that. Even with all her innocent explorations and experiments with her body, none of it had reduced her to such a state.
He grinned, he couldn't wait to gloat about this to Redscar later. Primus, that Mech was such a femme at times, he'd probably cluck and coo all over his slave. Maybe that was why he enjoyed fragging himself much. Chuckling over his own humour, he focused on his femme's face, her expression was so beautiful. Her optics were closed but all he could see was lust written all over her face, dripping with condensation. Her lips were quite stretched and he groaned, Primus, this was great.
The charge was building beneath her pretty hands and mouth and he knew it would come soon. Realising how powerful it would be for the femme, he waited until the last moment before pulling out, snarling with pleasurable release as he came all over her lower face and chest. Her optics opened in shock, they were dark with lust and surprise. But he was barely paying attention, he was just riding the wave.
However, just before he'd finished ejaculating, he shoved his deflating spike back into her mouth. This forced her to take in the last of his transfluid and it felt so good as she involuntarily sucked it down. Sighing happily, he allowed her to collapse and gently lifted her up and cradled her against his chest. She was covered in his sticky substance, it was enough to almost make him overload again. The young femme was gasping as he gently stroked her head, not caring what got onto his hands.
In fact, he raised one finger and delicately sucked it, tasting her sweetness.
...and moaned in delight.
It was not the first time he tasted her, she was so sweet and innocent, nothing can be compared to that.
The little femme then fell unconscious seconds later, and he used the moment to cuddle her for a little longer before returning to the wash room and clean them both.
After they were clean again, Megatron hugged her against his chest and enjoyed the last memories, the pleasure, the innocence, the sweetness.
And her delicate frame resting and humming against his own.
...
When Ariel returned to herself, she was half conscious, her whole body felt lax and heavy like never before as she rested against the beating spark of her master.
A sweet taste invaded that her mouth suddenly startled her, but she was so tired to move away from him even when the memories of the recent moments washed her like a cold bucket of ice.
She couldn't believe she did that!
Acted like a total slut for...for this bastard!
By now Ariel couldn't help but sob and cry in misery. She felt raped and used in one of the most disgusting acts that could ever possibly happen to her.
She didn't even noticed that her master was not snoring...
...because he was awake, and heard her distress.
"Don't cry, my sweet Ariel," He cooed and she jumped; she hates him now and don't want him to touch her. "You enjoyed it as much as I did... I made sure of it... See, if you give me what I want, I will give you pleasure too."
The femme yelped and onlined her optics quickly, and even if there was still static covering her sight, she used the impulse of determination to push herself away from him, falling from the berth and crawling quickly towards the farthest corner in the room.
Megatron was surprised, that was definitely a reaction he'd been not expecting, especially her crying out loud and scratching herself wildly as if trying to remove something from her frame.
Concerned that he broke something, he walked towards her, only causing her to yelp and cry harder...and trying to make herself as small as possible so he may not be able to touch her again.
"Ariel...?" He tried reaching with his hand but she screamed making him flinch away. "What...?!"
The femme shook wildly and in her once innocent optics he could detect utter terror and humiliation. Frag! He can even smell it!
"Oh, for Primus' sake! I didn't hurt you not taken you by force! You must be thankful that I even worried that I worried about your welfare!"
Her only answer was to tighten up into a ball and cry harder as she continued shaking like an abused and cornered turbofox.
"Come on!" Megatron finally lost his patience and took her arm, only causing her to shriek and try to pull the limb from him...and soon her whole body, wrestling wildly against the much stronger being.
The femme cried so loud that his audios started ringing and he considered beating her so she will just shut up!
...and unconsciously, as he was used to it, he did it. Just one blow was enough to make her quiet... And collapse unconscious.
A horrible dent covered now the place of the abuse, and seconds later her own life force followed.
He froze.
It was just a small and little beating! Not even to move the face of a... Mech.
He'd forgotten how delicate she was!
Her body started losing her once beautiful and bright pink colour petrifying him for a second, then, without wasting another breath, he took her up in arms and hurried towards the infirmary, hoping that the medic was free...
...he better be, his slave's life... The only one who could give him some release in this pit hole, depended on it.
"How can I...oh!?" Knockout exclaimed as Megatron barrelled into his med bay.
"Save her...NOW!" Megatron demanded, gently placing his wounded femme on the operating table. Her colour was much reduced and she didn't look good at all. Abdomen wounds were the worst and he couldn't believe he'd hit her there.
"What have you been doing now?" the Medic questioned as he sauntered over. "I did tell you not to be so rough...oh Primus, now you've really done it."
"Just fix her," Megatron snarled. "Save the lecture for later."
"I'm doing it, I'm doing it, no need to shout," Knockout said hastily as he began his work.
Megatron rubbed his face with one hand, cursing his luck. Why did that silly femme have to overreact like that? She'd been enjoying herself, he hadn't even force a single finger into her and she was acting like he'd taken her seal.
He glanced over at the table where Knockout was bent over the poor femme.
"Damn it," he muttered with a groan, now she'd be scared of him and would cry every time he went near her. He didn't want that, he wanted her to smile at him, gently massage his sore joints and cuddle up on his chest. Maybe that sounded silly but he desperately needed her innocent affection especially as he participated in more and more death matches.
"This will take a while," Knockout called over his shoulder. "You might as well go for a walk or something, I can't have you hovering over me."
Megatron growled but conceded he was most likely right. If he could find Redscar, maybe his friend could offer some advice about fixing the situation. After scolding him no doubt.
"Let me know if there are any problems," Megatron said shortly before marching away.
"You owe me," Knockout called after him but the gladiator did not reply.
Morosely, he wandered the corridors until he came to the training arena. There was Redscar, wrestling with a triple changer named Crosswires. Like most triple changers, he was large and bulky although not much bigger than his opponent. He was black with light blue lines snaking all over his body in a rather intricate way. Right now, you couldn't see those patterns very well due to all the dust coating his body as he rolled with Redscar on the ground.
Megatron watched impatiently, not willing to get their attention. He might share his problems with Redscar but he had no intention of broadcasting them to the whole pit.
Eventually, the fight was over and the two combatants pulled apart. Redscar slapped the other gladiator's back just as he spotted Megatron. He smiled before murmuring something to the triple changer who nodded and headed off in the direction of the wash rooms. Megatron rolled his optics as Redscar strode over.
"Not sleeping in?" he asked with a grin at Megatron's surly expression.
"No," he said shortly. "What's was that with Crosswires?"
"Oh, nothing much," his friend said with a shrug. "We were just chatting...we might hook up later."
At Megatron's sound of disgust, Redscar asked. "Jealous?"
"No I'm not," Megatron snapped. "Ariel's in the med bay."
"Again?" Redscar gasped to the grey Mech's annoyance. "What happened this time?"
Megatron growled so Redscar grabbed him by the arm and started leading him away.
"Tell me what happened?" the dark red Mech asked urgently. "Is it bad?"
"Yes," Megatron ground out before explaining how he'd asked her to bathe him. And how it ended.
"Don't give me that," Megatron snapped as Redscar gave him a look. "I was giving her pleasure and I didn't even try to force myself into her valve. The silly thing was enjoying herself, I even made her overload. It was only when she woke up she started that crying nonsense."
"Mm and then what happened?" Redscar asked.
"I...I tried to comfort her but she just kept flinching away. I couldn't stand her crying so I...hit her."
"Oh Megatron," Redscar groaned. "And where did you hit her?"
He gestured to the place on his body and the one optic Mech gasped.
"Primus, have you no idea how serious that is?"
"Of course I have," Megatron exclaimed in exasperation. "I did not mean it, I just forgot how delicate she is. It won't happen again."
"I hope not or she won't survive," Redscar declared grimly. "If you must punish her, give her a spanking or something, that's about all she can handle."
"A child's punishment," muttered Megatron. "I do not know what to do with her, I treated her well and she just rejects me."
"It's hard for her," was his friend's response. "I could talk to her later if you wish."
Megatron sighed, he had no idea if that would help or not. Why couldn't she just accept him?
"I don't want to hurt her," he murmured. "I just..."
"I know," Redscar said softly. "I think she's a good femme for you, she just needs a bit more time."
"How much time?" Megatron muttered but his friend didn't answer. There was no need to.
"I don't know," Finally said the other. "But I know now that you must start from zero. As far as I could get, she was giving you a chance by massaging you and bathing you... You should have being patient with her and not just... Jump her the first chance you got!"
Megatron just grunted and looked away. It was exactly what he did.
"I know you want her innocent love, for her to pleasure you, but you must earn it, not take it. She told you to stop... And you didn't."
A pause in which Megatron considered this.
"She's not a mech, I once read their processors are more complicated than ours... They think too much... Over process things... For her, what you did was rape."
Megatron flinched and seemed about ready to answer back, but Redscar stopped him with a gesture of his hand.
"It was, she told you to stop, and even if she overloaded, she wasn't really enjoying it," Finished the other before placing one of his hands on the other's shoulder. "It can take you forever to earn her trust again."
Megatron's left optic twitched at the idea of never really having her as he wished... And everything because his stupid slave was so...so...thick!
"You can do it," Redscar encouraged. "She's a sweet thing, she can give you a lot."
"Once she gets over what happened," growled Megatron.
"Megatron," his friend scolded. "Don't be like that."
"You're too soft with her," snapped the other mech.
"And you are too harsh," replied Redscar smartly. "I'll come with you..."
"To cuddle and mother her," scoffed Megatron sarcastically. "Fine, come."
Redscar smirked before following his friend as he stomped off back to the med bay. When they arrived, Knockout was still bent over Ariel but Megatron was relieved to see her colour was much brightly. Redscar made a sound of relief, knowing how badly she'd been injured.
"Well?" Megatron demanded.
"Well, she'll live," Knockout declared. "But you'll need to be even gentler with her. If you want to preserve her, you'll need to stop bringing her in here."
"I know that," growled Megatron. "When can I take her?"
"When I'm finished," was the reply.
"Does she need anything?" Redscar asked.
"Lots of bed rest, no strenuous activity, absolutely no strong energon and you'll need to bring her back for a check up," the medic instructed briskly, carefully wrapping some material around her abdomen which seemed to stiffen.
"This will hold everything in place," he explained. "When she's healed, I'll remove it."
"Thanks," Redscar said gratefully.
"I really hate to see such pretty armour ruined," the medic sighed. "So soft..."
Megatron growled, striding forward and scooping up his still unconscious femme. Without another word, he exited the med bay.
"So temperamental," Knockout tutted.
"Don't I know it," murmured Redscar, quickly following.
Megatron marched all the way to his quarters without a single word. Ariel felt so limp and small in his arms. He grumbled, she would probably start crying again when she woke up. Ridiculous femme.
"Remember, be gentle," Redscar advised as he laid her on the berth.
Once again Megatron's answer was a grunt. But then his spark gave a skip as her head lolled to the side.
Somehow that sight... Scared him? Scared him to see her dead?
Redscar reached closer and gently caressed her head as she continued unconscious.
...
Three days passed and Ariel was not waking up causing Megatron to take her several times to the med-bay so the medic will find a way to wake her up... OR at least to solve the question of why she was still sleeping?
"Maybe she needs time to recover, I don't know!" This time Knock Out barked back at Megatron. "Or maybe she doesn't wants to wake up anymore in this disgusting realm as your miserable slave!"
A pause, in which the silence was so thick and heavy that Megatron couldn't bear it anymore and left with her in arms.
That silence only worked to make the voices in his head to scream louder that this was all his fault. And the vain medic's words didn't helped much either. It took him three days to realise that -sadly- his slave have a mind of her own and didn't enjoyed being in any intimate touch with anyone that was not her boyfriend.
The grey gladiator scowled.
In one of those lonely nights, with his comatose femme, he couldn't help but take a look at her holocube... The one that saved the image of the one she loves... And he almost squeezed it into pieces.
It should be HIM the one she must love, not that little... Thing!
For Primus' sake! He wasn't even good looking! And above all, looked like a total nerd.
How someone like that idiot could get such beautiful femme all for himself? Without doubt, in her city there were lots of femmes to pick from and few mechs. He smirked at that. If he ever goes there he was sure that more than one femme may want to be his... But he didn't want any femme... He wants this one here.
The only good thing with her lack of consciousness was that he could touch and kiss her as much as he wished. However he got bored soon when never receiving not even a twitch from her as a little piece of reaction.
The gladiator sighed.
How can he earn her...Affections?
He'd never thought he'd think that.
Remembering Redscar's words that she was already giving him a chance and that he ruined it all by rushing things, he laid her back onto their berth and left the room to warm up before his next match.
He'd already asked Redscar to look after her since he may possibly be spending the rest of the night pleasing somebot.
He sighed heavily, he was not looking forward to that. Oh, he would play the role and fully satisfy whoever wanted him but...he'd gotten used to having his sweet little femme waiting for his return. But holding her comatose form wasn't enough, he needed to see her bright optics and smile, hear her cautious questions and feel her warm spark pulsing through her armour.
"Why won't you wake up?" he questioned, gently stroking her cheek.
There was no reply and once his friend arrived, he simply left. With the prospect of another hard, lonely night.
Author's note. What happens when Ariel finally wakes up? Can Megatron make it up to her? Find out in the next chapter, until then.
