Title: Dark Gift

Pairing(s): Megatron/Ratchet, mentions of Optimus/Ratchet

Warnings: Dirty talk and very sticky. Explicit sexual writing that some younger readers may find offensive and scarring.

Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing *sob*, apart from some toys, comics and a filthy, filthy imagination.

AN: Re-edited on 17/8/13! i've tweeked it alittle more! First off I wanna thank Hrosanna! She is an absolute super star! I just want to give her a massive shout out and huge hugs thanking her for all her help! And you should all love her too cuz this wouldn't be up if not for her!

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Also, as always have to give a big thank you to Dragonragnarock for her advise and inspiration, I owe a lot of the up and comeing plot points to her!

Hope this is good enough for everyone… enjoy!


Chapter 8: Sticky, Sweet and Sour

"How long will you be gone for?" Ratchet asked with a scowl as he paced restlessly in front of the ember pit.

"A few solar cycles at least," Megatron answered, reclining on the long, plush sofa, looking over the data- pads Soundwave had given him.

The day before he'd spent a glorious cycle lounging with the white mech in his quarters, indulging in smooth highgrade Energon and deliciously explicit sexual escapades.

It was an utterly delightful respite; he could have easily spent another cycle repeating yesterdays' events. But sadly, the life of a lord stops for nobot and he had to return to his own duties of overseeing the Decepticon army. He believed humans had a saying. 'No rest for the wicked.' Megatron smiled to himself; he rather liked that phrase.

There were some issues with one of the mines. It had been going on for quite some time now and, fed up with the continued excuses from the work force foreman, he was going to see what the problems were for himself. Perhaps his presence and making a few examples of why they should do their jobs correctly would set the miners straight. Sometime a leader needed to remind his followers just why they followed. It seemed another human saying was true, 'if you wanted something done correctly you had to do it yourself'.

"Well, just what am I superposed to do while you're gone?" Ratchet asked haughtily, hands going to his hips and looking very put out.

"Anything you want. If you require something to entertain you, Soundwave will be happy to provide it." Megatron said, looking up from the info pad.

The medic looked less than impressed. Ratchet huffed; his large, detailed arms crossed over his chest and a sour look pulled at his handsome face.

"I doubt you'd be happy to let Soundwave do what I want." Ratchet snorted, but his pouting expression slowly changed into a sly smirk. Megatron felt a great deal of mischievousness bubble through their bond and narrowed his optics. Watching the medic curiously as he continued. "Though saying that, I could certainly come up with some interesting things for him to do with those unique… appendages of his."

Ratchet optics seemed to shine with glee as his deviously clever mind began to work. Megatron's lower jaw hung slightly open, he stared, stunned at the now grinning medic that appeared to be pondering all manner of rude possibilities. The arousal that began to seep strongly through their link was beginning to make his frame tingle in anticipation.

"Hmmm, yes… now I think of it, I'm sure I could put him to very good use while you're gone. I change my mind; he'll certainly keep me entertained for a few days. You can go." Ratchet smiled happily and waved his servo in a little shooing motion.

"I'll be quite happy with my new toy."

Megatron had quickly found that his new bondmate was nearly insatiable when it came to interfacing, if what they'd got up to yesterday was anything to go by. Ratchet was possibly the most imaginative bot in the berth he'd ever known, understandable, due to his age and experience. Megatron had no doubt that if Ratchet got his hands on his TIC, he'd have him doing the most unspeakable, naughty and down right depraved things. His own mind conjured up possible images and the warlord found himself both tantalised and annoyed at the prospect.

"You are mine." Megatron rumbled lowly with a stern glare. "And you are not to engage in interfacing with anyone other then myself."

"Do you mean in general or just while you're not here? What about after you get back?" Ratchet asked him, lilac optics sparkling with mirth. "How about before you go? Just imagine it, we could get Soundwave in here right now and you can watch while we put you on a little show," he suggested, his voice dropping to a seductive purr.

His armour glowed with reflected orange and red light from then ember pit. He looked like one of the Unmaker's enticing pit demons, the ones that legends said beckoned you to your doom in the smelting fire with lustful promises. Megatron found himself frozen and just listened to the mechs smooth voice.

"How would you like that, hmm? Would you find that entertaining? Watching as he holds me down, spreads me open and frags me hard with those long, thick, ribbed tentacles of his," he murmured huskily, successfully making Megatron both hot and strangely enraged at the same time.

The Decepticon growled lowly but Ratchet ignored the warning, coming around to stand in front of the mighty warlord. Lit from behind by the hot embers he was nothing but a shadow with unnaturally bright lilac optics. They bored into the gunmetal grey mechs own crimson ones as he continued to tease in his sensuous voice.

"Are you up for seeing that? Me, bound and helpless with his tentacles coiling all over me. How many of those things does he have? How many do you think he can fit inside me? Two, three maybe even… Four?"

The doctor let out a delicious sounding moan that went straight to the silver mech's panel.

"Oh, can you picture it? I can; I bet that would feel sooo good. My hot, wet valve stretched so tight and full of writhing, pumping limbs. Pushing in and out, sliding against one another on their way in… oh so deep!"

Ratchet shuttered his optics and groaned, swaying his hips provocatively. His EM field flared with burning arousal so intense it sent Megatron's own systems into overdrive.

"Mmmm that does sound good, doesn't it? I'm getting all slick just thinking about it. How about we call him now and have some fun before you go? Can we? Please?"

Megatron's engines gave a thunderous rumble; fans shunting on thanks to the vivid picture painted by the medic's teasing voice. The large mech snarled and made a lunge for the Autobot who skilfully dodged his grab and ran round to the end of the sofa. Laughing gleefully at the larger mechs frustrated roar, he couldn't help but continue his teasing.

"Oh, a little jealous are we?" Ratchet clucked playfully, leaning on the back of the furniture. "Don't like the thought? Or is it… you like it but don't want to share me? Awww, now isn't that sweet." The medic chuckled.

Megatron scowled at him, the mech was irritatingly correct on the last account. He couldn't deny the image he painted was very arousing; having watched live shows at the pleasure houses in Kaon and even having experimented with multiple partners on occasion. He had enjoyed both experiences immensely but strangely the thought of letting someone, even his most trusted Third, anywhere near his new playmates valve didn't sit well with him. No matter how appealing it sounded, Ratchet was his, no one else's. Megatron didn't see himself as a possessive lover, he just put the odd feeling down to disinclination to sharing his new favourite toy. At least for now…

Ever so slowly Megatron stood, dropping the pad on the sofa, calculating that he had enough time to set the medic straight before they arrived at their destination.

"Come here," he rumbled, beckoning him with a languid servo, "And I'll show you just why you don't need any other bot."

"You sound very certain of yourself."

"With good reason. Now… come to me," the warlord ordered, his voice dipping to a low purr.

Ratchet didn't need any further encouragement, leaping forwards and moving to twine his limbs around the massive silver mechs body and crushing their lips together. If Megatron been a lesser being, the medic would have sent him flying back onto the floor with his hefty weight. Instead, the gladiator easily caught him with only a minor adjustment of his footing. Megatron deepened the kiss as he shamelessly groped the medics aft, revelling in the feel of heated plating. He supported his mate while he strode briskly into the berthroom, the doctors mouth locked with his own in a sensual battle of lips and glossa.

Megaton dropped him onto the berth, Ratchet laughing giddily as he bounced on the foam. Scooting back the mech looked up at him with clear adoration in his optics, a look that Megatron had grown very fond of in such a short space of time. As Ratchet lay there the larger Cybertronian slowly climbed up onto the berth with all the prowess of a mighty predator.

The Decepticon took hold of the medics ankle and nibbled at the joints composing the ped. He licking along the captured leg, delving with his long glossa into the gaps between plating. Megatron paid special attention to the intricate detailing on the medic's thigh and ran his glossa over the sensitive wires beneath the plates. Ratchet squirmed and wriggled as the silver mechs lips latched onto his groin and began to bite down with sharp teeth. They scraped the delicate joint almost to the point of pain, but Ratchet was panting in arousal at the rough treatment.

"Open up for me, my pet," Megatron purred, running his glossa over the abused metal soothingly. Obediently the panelling slid away to reveal the mechs most intimate opening. The Autobot was already so wet and ready for him, dripping with a viscous blue lubricant that leaked out from between soft, heated folds.

The gladiator lent down and took a moment to breathe in the heady aroma, then swiped at the leaking valve with his hot glossa. It had Ratchet twitching in his grasp, panting breathlessly. Thanks to his new lover, Megatron had rediscovered his liking for oral interface, finding that he enjoyed not only the sounds he could get out of him, but the taste of the Autobot on his lips; the older model was so incredibly sweet. Megatron would have liked nothing more then to of tease his lover further. To lap up the medics delicious offering till he begged for release… but time was pressing and he needed to be leaving soon.

He reluctantly moved away and travelled up the bulky body, biting and scraping with his denta as he went till he came to the Autobots mouth. Megatron ran his glossa along the medics parted lip plate, letting his hot breath wash over the aroused mechs face before claiming his mouth. Ratchets legs instantly wrapped around his waist, the pressure on his back urging him to come closer, to unite with him.

His spike throbbed with need as it reached the older mechs opening, and Megatron groaned throatily as he breached him, pushing into the warm welcoming heat that had become so familiar and enjoyable. The white mech gave a lusty moan as he was filled; flexing his legs to pull his lover close. Ratchet shuttered his optics, panting as his inner walls stretched around the Decepticon's impressive girth.

"Oh yes … uuugh, you feel so good… mmm, move, frag me..." The medic ground out, grinding his hips against the silver Decepticon, driving him even deeper still.

The warlord smirked, more than happy to oblige. Taking the medics hands in each of his, Megatron roughly hoisted them up either side of the other mech's helm, pushing them deep into the foam mattress. Effectively pinning the mech down, he started up a fast, brutal pace, slamming home with a monstrous jolt that shook the smaller mechs frame with each thrust.

The room filled with the sound of clashing metal and Ratchets voice crying out in sweet panting gasps; spurring him on with calls for 'faster!', 'harder!' or just wordless sounds of pleasure. They all had Megatrons circuits tingling, knowing that he was making this once virtuous and noble doctor beg and moan for him like a two bit whore. The Decepticon wondered what the Autobots old college at the Senate would have said if they'd seen the respectable physician doing some of the things they had done yesterday. He wondered what the rest of Team Prime would say if they knew just how filthy their doctor really was.

A deliciously depraved thought shot though his mind. He wanted a sweet, wicked memory to take with him and see him through while he was away; one that he would also be able to review and enjoy later. He cast a quick glance up to the corner of the room where he knew one of Soundwave monitoring cameras were. He'd instructed Soundwave to keep the room monitored continuously for safety and for his own viewing pleasure. He couldn't deny the opportunity to watch all the adventurous things they'd gotten up to was very appealing. But, right now he had to concentrate; he needed to get his timing right.

Megatron continued his relentless pace, though his movement were starting to get jerky as he drew close to his peak. He could feel the Autobot also reaching his limit, tilting his hips he gave a few more hard, deep thrusts, angled just so which had Ratchet screaming in bliss. Megatron felt the ripples of overload flow over their bond and the valve clench tightly around his spike, beginning a chain reaction. Moments before his own peak hit, he released the medic's hands and pulled out. Taking hold of his thick, throbbing spike, he aimed, ran his servo twice over the length and overloaded over the medics plating.

The Decepticon gave a sharp cry with his release. His euphoria melded with purring delight at the sight of his trans-fluid spurting out over his partner. Ratchet gave a little moan of his own and smiled tiredly as it rained down on him, covering the mech in warm, sticky threads that clung thickly to his armour. Megatron continued to run his servos slowly along his length, coaxing out the very last of his fluids and to prolonging his pleasure. His whole body shuddered when there was no more to give, his spike depressurising in his hand.

The gladiator sat back, puffing hot air as he admired his handiwork. He was impressed with himself at how much trans-fluid there was and how far it had travelled. To his amazement a large amount managed to reach the medics glass panels and even up onto his faceplates, like someone had taken a loaded paintbrush and flicked it at the mech, decorating his cheek and ran to his mouth. Ratchet lay there venting heavily as he was still coming down from his own heady overload.

Ratchets bright lilac optics were half shuttered, his mouth agape but pulled into a soft smile at the unexpected attention. Covered in condensation, shimmering lubricant and glistening purple tinted, luminous bio-fluid. The liquids made a stark, striking contrast on his beautiful white bodywork. He looked exhausted, dented, scratched, filthy and to Megatrons optics… utterly stunning. More importantly, the medic looked completely his.

Megatron couldn't tell how long he sat there just basking in post overload joy and gazing admiringly at the mech beneath him. The gladiator reached out and ran his servos over the white body, smearing the trans-fluid over the armour. He leant over the exhausted medic and slowly licked away the sticky mess from the mechs face. The gladiator lent in and pressed his lips against the medic's, their kiss was slow and sloppy, Ratchet sucking greedily at his trans- fluid coated glossa.

They both moaned in pleasure at the sweet kiss, spiced with the bitter tang of bio-fluid. They parted breathlessly and after many moments, Megatron raised his servo to caress the doctors face. Ratchet caught a finger in his mouth and began suckling on it enthusiastically like an Energon treat, enjoying the still- present taste of fluids on the limb.

Megatron smirked down at the white mech; there was really nothing that this mech wouldn't do. He started to wonder what else he could get from him? how deep did the doctor's hunger go? How far could he push his depravity? He began to wonder if Optimus used him in such a way.

Had Ratchet ever let Prime frag him hard on a desk or bent over furniture? Had Optimus ever tied him up and ravaged him till he was a stuttering swearing mess of metal? Had his adversary ever taken the doctor up against a wall or in a flowing shower? Had the prime ever had the medic talk dirty to him while he fragged him? Had his old friend ever had the doctor on his knees before him, bringing him to climax with his oh so talented mouth? The Megatron had found that Ratchet was very good at that. Had Optimus, that oh so virtuous, prudish mech he'd once known, ever used him ever in such a way? He'd very much doubted it… oh what his brother had missed out on. Sadly… time was up. Right now he was needed elsewhere… he really needed to go.

"Behave for Knock-Out and Soundwave. Do as they ask and I'll make sure you're well rewarded upon my return." Megatron spoke softly.

"Sounds like a deal." Ratchet purred sleepily, leaning up slightly to nuzzle the larger mechs cheek.

"And no seducing my crew while I'm gone either," the Warlord grinned playfully.

"Spoil sport…" The medic grumbled. "Alright… I promise not to actively try…"

He sighed before closing his optics, falling back from Megatron and slipping quickly into a exhaustion- induced recharge. The Decepticon watched him for a few moments more, etching the sight onto his memory banks before silently getting up.

After a quick rinse and buff in the wash rack, Megatron left his quarters, a satisfied smirk on his face and a spring in his long stride. He made his way up to the launch platform atop the Nemesis where Starscream and Soundwave were awaiting his arrival. When he saw his TIC he couldn't stop the flood of images that Ratchet conjured up earlier from crossing his mind. He clearing his intake, he tried to brush off the unsettling feelings in his tanks.

"Starscream, make sure everything continues to run smoothly. I do not wish to find anything out of place upon my return." he warned. The hidden meaning of not touching the Autobot wasn't lost on his second in command.

"Of course, my lord. Everything will be as you left it." He bowed lowly. Megatron eyed him suspiciously before turning to the silent spy.

"Soundwave, I want to be sure that my bearer is looked after. Give him anything he asks for. Just be sure to ask him… nicely, if you require anything from him and he should be no trouble for you or Knock-Out."

/Understood: Lord Megatron/

Megatron stepped away and was about to transform when a stray thought of Soundwave and Ratchet together in his berth, intertwined and writhing in steady pleasure resurfaced. He knew it shouldn't be bothering him this much, he knew he could trust Soundwave. Hand on his spark he honestly knew this for a fact. The slender mech was indeed the only mech he implicitly trusted with his own life and the charge of his new bearer.

The large Gladiator had no fear that Ratchet might use his absence as an opportunity to try to escape, he knew the mech was going to stay put. Problem was, he didn't know how much he could trust Ratchet to… behave in that way in his absence. He'd found a revved up Ratchet was a force to be reckoned with and found himself more than a little worried for his TIC. He didn't want to put his most faithful mech in a compromising situation. Megatron sighed and looked back over his shoulder.

"Soundwave, a word of caution… don't be alone my quarters with him for too long." That comment made the two lieutenants stand straight and sent the spy's spark swirling in confusion. Did Megatron think that he would… violate his carrying bonded in his absences? It actually hurt his feelings to think that's what was being thought and quickly moved to soothe his Lord's worries.

/Lord Megatron: Soundwave: would never-/ But Megatron cut him off with a wave of a hand and a small reassuring smile.

"I have no doubt that you will remain a gentlebot in my absence, It's not a request for his benefit, Soundwave, but for yours."

Starscream looked suitably perplexed for both of them.

/Benefit: Soundwave?/ The slender mech asked.

The Gladiator nodded. The spy was relieved to know the large mechs trust in him had not wavered, but was still dreadfully confused.

/Inquiry: Why Master?/

"I trust you to behave in that regard Soundwave, I do not trust my bonded to do the same. He has… Ideas. I am just concerned about you getting out of my quarters in one piece with your panel intact." With a parting suggestive look he ran and jumped of the launch pad into the air, transforming and flying onwards towards the troublesome mine, leaving two devastated mechs behind.

"Oh Primus, I could have gone the rest of my function without knowing that," Starscream said dryly once his master was gone. His slender features bore an appalled and disgusted face before turning and walking back inside, leaving a somewhat confused and dazed Soundwave behind.

Soundwave was very, very glad no one could see his face when thing like things like this happened; the heated blush that almost scalded his face would have been humiliating. He stood there in a stupor as he thought about his master's words. Ratchet had… Ideas? About him? Did this mean Ratchet found him attractive?

Soundwave actually found himself feeling immensely flattered and his spark lifted a little with giddy, childish pride. It wasn't everyday you got told someone you admire wants to drag you to a berth and strip you of your panel.

'It's the little things that make your day,' he though.


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