Optimus snuck out of his master's quarters. It was hard for him to fake through being a pet, but he had to. He had to get off this ship with his team, his family. They felt the same, so they were all for tricking the Decepticons, who couldn't easily be deceived like this. Optimus had no doubt that they would find out about their little masquerade soon.
Arcee was walking down the halls, rubbing at her collar. They met up every night in the MedBay since Smokescreen was chained up. Bumblebee was already sitting beside him.
"Sir, I know it's for the mission, but if I have to suck Knock Out's spike one more time..."
The other Autobots agreed and Bumblebee chittered his own response. Optimus nodded in his own agreement. "We must keep up pretending to be pets for as long as we can."
The Autobots groaned.
Ultra Magnus lifted his servo a fraction, indicating he wanted to speak. "Shockwave has made a breakthrough. The Predalets are surviving a little longer now, and each litter after the last lives a week longer. I have tried poisoning them, but...Shockwave hardly leaves me alone."
Anyone behind the mech could see the ruined valve covering, and Optimus could see the scuff marks on his brother's hips. He felt a surge of anger, but he quickly calmed down.
"We feel your pain, Ultra Magnus," Optimus murmured and he rubbed his helm. "Megatron has hardly let me come out from between his thighs."
Arcee sighed. "I'm glad I can't carry. Starscream has been...relentless."
Smokescreen growled lowly. "I'm always tied up and fragged in public."
Bulkhead rubbed his wrists. "I was there for most of them..."
Optimus looked around at his team. "I agree, this has not been the easiest mission, but we have fooled them so far, and we will continue to fool them so long as we keep taking the pain-inhibitor pills, keep our optics bright, and our legs spread and our mouths open."
"Easy for you, Optimus!" Arcee whined. "I walked in and saw how Megatron treats you. Have you seen Starscream care for me? Or Knock Out for Smokescreen? They don't care about us, not the way Megatron does for you."
Optimus closed his optics. "My life with him is no picnic either." He sent images of him being tied up, forced into submission, and left alone for days at a time before Megatron "remembered" he had a pet.
Arcee sighed and whined softly as she slumped to her side. "I want to go home," she whispered. If she wasn't broken, she soon would be.
Ultra Magnus tapped his helm. "Dawn is coming. We should be heading back into our masters' quarters."
Optimus hugged his team close, kissing each helm sadly before they all went their separate ways.
Megatron was still sleeping when Optimus walked in. The Prime padded to the berth, crawled to lay against his master's back, and he licked his audio.
He woke up and turned over. "I was wondering where you went," he murmured. He grabbed Optimus' collar and tugged. "I was thinking that you...ran away."
Optimus fought back the fear and he flicked his glossa out against his master's denta when they flashed again, yelping when the sharpened edges cut his glossa open.
"Stupid Prime..." He grabbed the Prime's face and he shook him by it hard enough to snap his spinal column, but then he forced the Prime's face downwards, smirking as his panel snicked back.
Optimus closed his optics and he serviced his master, growling softly as he slowly pulled back. Megatron had fallen asleep. Optimus sat up and he watched his former friend.
"You think we are broken, but we are merely waiting. Waiting, and mocking you as you go around thinking you have won."
Megatron twitched in response.
