This was utterly ridiculous. He could offline the smaller mech in a moment, and the other wouldn't even be able to put up a good fight. He was slightly damaged, one arm sparking wildly, yet he stared at Megatron, clearly calculating the odds. Odds against him.
The Autobot took a step back; Megatron smirked, and leveled his fusion blaster, despite the fact he doubted he needed it. "Well, well, well. What have we here? A single Autobot very far from home."
There was no answer to from the Autobot, though his door-wings shifted higher in the silence. Megatrons' smirk twisted to a leer. "Now, what to do with you…"
The Autobots head tilted upwards, his blue optics completely clear. Obviously the Autobot had decided upon a plan of action. This would be amusing-
"MPH?" The sound of an utterly shocked vocalizer failing miserably to make an intelligible noise filled the air. Megatron instead half stared/half gaped at the Datsun kissing him on the lips. A glossa slipped into his mouth, before abruptly withdrawing.
The next moment, the Datsun was gone, leaving behind nothing more then the memory of the lips, and the glossa. "Who the slag was that?" He demanded, before a hand reached up to cover his lips.
If this was the usual behavior of Autobots, to go around kissing others, he now knew why his arch-nemesis wore the stupid looking facemask. That action was still sending his CPU in for a second reel-
Megatron shook himself, and stormed back to the Decpeticon base. He hesitated over ordering Soundwave to look up the Autobot- he'd rather keep his position of being top dog for now.
Silently he stormed into his throne room, and keyed on the console beside him. Soon he was scrolling through all of the Autobots stationed…
One hand came up to slap his suddenly crimson face, as he took a deep, calming breath. It worked for three astroseconds as he resisted the urge to destroy the console. Then, the sound of the console being ripped out of the throne echoed loudly down the hallway.
Soundwave sighed as much as he could, and made a small note to buy his lord a new computer for the fifth time this week, as the ranting, raving voice of Megatron about Second-in-Commands, face-masks, kisses, and interfacing filled the base.
a/n: School starts tomorrow for me. ;.; Something fun for you all. I also got a poll going on. Drop by please.