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He looks down at her, "... that would explain the seekers in traditional guard markings."
"Yeah." She slips over to Megatron and holds her arms up, demanding to be picked up. "And the big blue circle behind Megatron's stupid Decepticon mark." When the blue light had flared up during the bond, it had wanted her to strip his insignia entirely, but she'd managed to get a compromise. She's not making him give up what's important to him. "He's my First Consort." She rubs his chest possessively, and Megatron gives her an amused smile in response.
He presses a kiss to her lips, and he is so ridiculously huge when he does that. "And she is my Priestess." He rubs her back with one finger, "Would you like to talk to Shockwave and Sedan, Sari? They would like to meet you."
She doesn't, not really. She wants to tell them to go away and never come back because Megatron should only love her, but she nods. "I guess." She straightens up, looking over at Shockwave, "He looks better now than when he was all grey." It is odd that she really does think that, since before she liked the grey more.
Megatron relaxes against her, smiling, "I love purple a very great deal, Sari, I'm glad you agree."
Well, learning to like more colors isn't a bad thing, but she's still in a sour mood over him. "He'd look better in yellow. Or gold. Gold with silver accents." She sends Megatron an image of a terrible gaudy, bejeweled Shockwave covered in little sparkly stick-on gems.
Megatron blinks with shock, "I . . . do hope that is a joke." He sends back an image of Shockwave sprawled out, baring his pretty blue spark for her enjoyment.
Sari sticks out her tongue. "Bleh. No. Still better in gold." She wonders if she can make his spark gold, instead of boring blue. The Allspark is excited at the idea, informing her that she can and flashes pictures of Shockwave laying down with his gold spark gasping and whining for them to use him.
Megatron catches that image and blinks at her, "He would not be able to overload at all if you did that. Green sparks run a little colder, and gold is all the way to the yellow end. No overload is possible unless he's your consort, and that's only because you're the Allspark High Priestess, Sari."
She tilts her head, rubbing her hand on his chest, "And what do red sparks do?"
He looks down at his sparkplates, "They run the very hottest. It is easy to get me worked up and ready for you at a moment's notice."
She nuzzles his plates, "So purple works up to red like green to yellow?" He nods, and she continues, "Should I have him run around with clear sparkplates like the Allspark keeps whispering that I should if I do change his spark?"
Though his optics flash with heat and the bond rings with pleasure, Megatron shakes his head in denial. "No. It is unseemly for one of your consorts or guards to run around that way in public. If you put such plates on him, you would be expected to keep him locked in the berthroom."
Sari snorts. "Fuck, like I care what bots think is right. I can do what I want, as long as I'm not hurting anyone, so screw your delicate sensibilities."
Besides, it's funny as fuck to imagine Autobots swooning like Victorian maidens at the sight of a spark. 'Oh lah, an exposed ankle~'
Of course, Shocky probably doesn't want it. "Shocky, do you want to expose your spark if it's a pretty color?"
He puts his large claws to his chest, sounding deeply amused, "Well, if it is gold, I would love to show it off to everyone if that's what you think I should do, Priestess. A lucky sparked bot is something you should be proud of having, and not keep hidden on a berth where no one knows."
She reaches over to him carefully, and Megatron hands her to the one eyed creeper of a bot. She looks up at the mech, and rubs her fingers along his face, "Do you have a mouth? I know you can kiss. Megatron kisses you."
The bot moves a bit, pressing the blank bit of face to her head, "I have no mouth. Once, a little before I had worked up my courage to ask Megatron about something, I had considered getting a mod to give me one. Then Megatron commented that he liked that I didn't have one, since it meant he didn't have to worry about a numbed glossa, and I put all plans for it away entirely."
"Well, I want you to have one." She prods his face, watching his optic react to her poking the smooth black part where she wants his mouth to be. "So you can kiss him now. I'm too small to kiss him right, and I bet Sedan is too. So you're gonna need to get a glossa so you can make out with him properly." If she can't French kiss him, someone else will have to.
She's just gonna have to look at it that way, so she doesn't hate Shockwave for stealing Megatron from her with his stupid sultry optic and slutty hips. She hopes he trips over something and pokes his optic out.
Shockwave presses the blank bit to her head again, "Yes, Priestess. Do you plan on marking me here, or are we waiting until the ship?"
She can hear his plates unlock, and his optic dims as he looks at her. She looks up at him, "You are absolutely shameless, aren't you?"
Megatron chuckles, "Yes, he is. He will do anything you tell him to if you want it." Large fingers move around her, and Megatron takes her back, "Would you like to talk to Sedan, Sari? He was looking forward to talking to you."
She looks down from where she is to the grey minibot, "Yeah. I do. Put me on the ground."
When she approaches the minibot, he does something weird, pressing his servos together, bowing to her as he speaks. "It is a bright sol when the Priestess has come to visit. We are honored to have you here, and honored that you have considered us for your guard."
She stares at him for a minute, and then asks, "What's up with the royal 'we' going on? Got a split personality like Blitzwing?" The last thing she needs is more craziness around her.
The bot returns her stare, and then breaks into a wide smile. "Your accent is excellent. I should have expected it to be."
She gives him a blank look, "What accent?"
He looks absolutely delighted, sitting down to get a little closer, "Ancient Cybertronian! I should expect a Priestess would know this. I only get to speak it with Megatron and sometimes Shockwave now. No one other than Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion knew in the Autobots. I wasn't high enough up to be allowed to talk to them, though. It wasn't worth dealing wi-"
She holds up a servo, "I'm speaking English. I don't know any Cybertronian. So I have no clue what you're talking about."
He looks faintly disappointed, "You don't realize what you're talking right now?"
"No, I know what I'm speaking. It's called fragging English." She pokes him in the chest. "You need to have your audios checked. Ratchet's good at that. Should probably give you a spark exam too, if you've been interfacing with Shockwave. He's apparently a giant hackerbot."
Megatron sends amusement over the bond. You are indeed speaking Ancient, my sweetspark. Even if you are unaware of it. Look at your teammates.
Prowl and Bee are both staring at her without any comprehension at all, and Sari growls. Fragging stupid Allspark powers. Like she really needed to know a language nobody spoke, and one that she doesn't even realize she's speaking? So stupid.
She crosses her arms, "I don't like it."
Megatron chuckles softly, "It was meant as a measure to keep you from being insulted. You can go to any planet and be understood. They can not call you nasty names in their own language and declare it is actually the highest of praise."
Frowning, she nods reluctantly, "So I can understand any language now?" He nods at her, and she smiles, perking up, "That's pretty cool." She looks over at Bee, "Oh! Yes. I need to ask you if you want to join my guards, Bee. I'd offer it to Prowl, but Allspark says that ninjabots never accept being guards or consorts."
Prowl inclines his head, "It goes against our most basic teachings and principles. You might find a ninjabot somewhere willing to be a guard, but they will be the exception rather than the rule."
The Allspark perks up with curiosity, having never expected that there might be some ninjabot willing to take that role. "Any idea who that might be?" she asks casually, because if it's a nice bot, she might try courting them. Ninjabots are awesome.
Prowl studies her. "I will tell you if you swear not to force them into it." He raises a servo to quiet her protest, "I know you would never think of it, Sari, but the Allspark has been known to force the matter when a priestess is hesitant on a subject."
She prods the Allspark, and it sulkily agrees not to make a bot bond to her. She nods at Prowl, "It won't."
He relaxes a tiny bit, and she can only tell because she knows him so well, "Jazz may be willing, since he's very accepting and happy to try almost anything." He pauses, frowning, "And there is one more that may be willing. I only say this because you're going there anyway, not because I like him. He is a disgrace of a ninjabot, anyway."
She raises an eyebrow, leaning against Megatron, "Yeah? Who?"
Prowl looks disgusted, "Oil Slick. The bot is bonded for Primus's sake. I couldn't imagine allowing myself to ever get tied to one bot."
The Allspark tingles with delight, and she sighs. "Cool. Thanks for the information, Prowl. I'll talk to both of them, see how they feel about it." She'd really like to have Jazz with her, especially if she's going to be surrounded by Decepticons and bots that have never even seen earth before, and may find organics disgusting. She wants someone who has her back. Even if it's just as a guard.
She's not really into Jazz as a bot she wants to frag anyways, so whatever.
She looks over at Bee, who is being nuzzled by Sunstorm lovingly, "You need to answer the question, though. You want to be a guard or not?"
Bumblebee makes a tiny happy noise as Sunstorm rubs the very tip of one horn, and the seeker is clearly whispering very filthy things in the minibot's audio. Bee blinks a bit to refocus on her, "Yes. I'd... yeah. Guardbot sounds awesome, Sari... nnnnnnngh." Sunstorm yanks Bee in his larger lap, and starts to caress the smaller mech's frame.
She sighs, "Stop that, Sunstorm. You'll have time to frag him when we go to New Kaon."
Optimus would have been great as a guardbot, but he's sort of in a relationship with Ultra Magnus now, and there's no way he'd be allowed to live on New Kaon. Maybe he can visit as an emissary or for treaty negotiation, but he sure as slag can't live there. She's going to make the offer to Bulkhead too, when he gets back from repairing whatever part of the city he and Optimus are working on that day.
Pretty sure he'll choose to stay on Earth or work on space bridges, though. He doesn't have a seeker to lure him away like Bee does. "You'll come and visit, right, Prowl?"
Prowl rubs his optics wearily, "That seems highly likely. Lockdown enjoys gossiping with Megatron too much to stay away. They're like sparklings that way."
She giggles behind her hand, imagining Lockdown and Megatron all tiny and chattering. Megatron picks up on the image and chuckles softly, I was never that small, Sari. He sends her an image of himself as a sparkling, showing how much larger he was than any other bot at such young ages. That is why I should have gotten so much larger than I already am. He looks down at Prowl, talking before she can respond to him, "If you would like, you are welcome to join our brand new dojo. Tap-Out built it just a few stellar cycles ago, and I would like to have you see it."
Prowl perks up at that, actually looking like he's considering it, then frowns, "Tap-Out knows processor over matter now?"
Megatron shakes his large head, picking up Sari to hold against his warm and comfortable chest, "No, but Oil Slick does."
Immediately, that frown deepens into something ice-cold. "I would sooner bond with Lockdown than work in a dojo with Oil Slick. He has no respect for our sensei, and no respect for the ninjabot way of life."
Sari snorts, "Yeah. Sure. Maybe you could come and whip him into shape, then. Give you a chance to take out any frustration on him. Bet you'd like that." She pets Megatron, and wishes she could maybe interface with him again. The idea isn't so awful now that she's tried it and bonded with him, and it was really nice.
He probably doesn't want it. He has Shockwave now. The thought makes her spark ache.
Megatron moves her back up, and kisses her head, "Do not be sad, my priestess. If you'd open our bond back up to full, I could know what it is I can do to make you happy."
She snaps it shut entirely.
"No. Don't worry about it." She ignores how much sadder it makes her, and returns her focus to Prowl. "But come, beat him up, teach bots. How does that sound?"
The cyclebot crosses his arms, "I will not. It is the height of rudeness to go to a dojo to steal it. I have no interest in joining as a sensei, either."
"Aw." Sari mock-pouts. "You're no fun at all, Prowler. Don't you want to see what your enemy is doing with his dojo? He could be training bots for nefarious purposes."
Prowl nods, "And you will stop him if he is. Priestesses are hardly fond of ninjabots as it is. Corrupt ninjabots will make you very uncomfortable, and if they exist on your planet, you will crush them beneath your feet." A faint smile, "I am hoping he is corrupt."
Against her, Megatron shudders. "And I hope he will not register as such to you, Sari. I cannot imagine Blitzwing without Oil Slick to temper his madness."
She tilts her head, sudden information about corrupt ninjabots lighting up in her mind. "Unless he's out that luring bots to the berth with promises of interfacing with them only to slowly kill them, he's going to be just fine."
Prowl looks up at her in confusion, "That's what a corrupt ninjabot is? I had thought it was something else."
She keeps from snuggling against Megatron, sad that her First most likely is only holding her because he has to, "Well, I should have just been told by the Allspark if there was one. It is spread out over an even larger area now, so it should have felt any corrupt ninjabots by now. There are a few borderline, but I don't know where those are."
Ninjabots were one of the few real threats to a priestess, and the Allspark likes to keep tabs on them.
It also wants to force them all to bond.
Sari sighs.
Interfacing with Shockwave had been amazing. He'd finally gotten to touch his spark to Shockwave's and it had been everything he'd been hoping for and more.
It was not half as good as sharing his spark with Sari had been.
And now the Priestess is alternately squirming in his arms and cuddling against his chest affectionately, the bond clamped tightly shut. So tight that he can only feel the faintest sensations from her.
Tiny threads of sorrow that he wants to ease away.
He just wishes he knew how.
He lifts Sari up again, ignoring the ninjabot that clearly thinks that just because Oil Slick is a Decepticon that means the mech is corrupt, and presses another kiss to her frame, "Sari." He kisses her back, slightly wishing she was in botmode so he knew what was sensitive on her instead of this expanse of organic flesh that should make his plating crawl but doesn't because it is her, "Would you like to mark Bumblebee, Shockwave, and Sedan as guards now?"
She shutters her optics at him, then nods, "I need to put Shockwave as a consort, though. I want to change his spark and that'll be part of it. Allspark says that I can give him a mouth, too." She leans on him, "It says I should make Sedan a consort, too. It likes that he can speak ancient Cybertronian."
Megatron soothes a servo over her back, feeling her frame all soft and warm in his servos. It's strange and organic, but he enjoys touching it. "I will not object to them as consorts if you want them. I will also not demand that you claim them." It might create a bit of trouble with his leadership if he's 'facing outside of Sari's claimed mechs, but he is not going to force her into something she has no desire for.
Sari shrugs against him. "Maybe later, then. I'll do it soon, though." She mumbles, "Don't wanna have bots mad at you."
He kisses her back, "There is no rush, my priestess."
There's a sharp stab of sadness from her, and she mumbles, "I just want you happy."
He frowns, "Then open our connection and show me why you are so sad. I can not be happy unless the bots I am with are happy as well. I can feel your sorrow and hurt."
She tightens it again, and it is almost like she's trying to tie it off, making his spark search desperately for the feeling through the sudden loss. "Don't worry about it."
What he can pick up from her is a dislike of Shockwave, and that worries him.
If she dislikes his lover, she can easily demand that Shockwave be removed from his life, and Megatron will have no right to protest. None at all.
They need to talk about this, but Megatron knows this is the wrong time and place for it. Later, they can share, and he can make sure she understands that hiding things will only turn a relationship toxic.
He kisses her again, "Would you like to mark Bumblebee now? Before he is too far gone because of the seekers, and his exhibition kink?"
She gives him a confused look, before she realizes how the minibot is panting and writhing in Sunstorm's lap with several of the seekers touching as well. She sits up, "Yeah. Let's do that. Put me on the ground." A tiny pause, "And pull Bee away from them, he'll cool down a bit if you're the one to do it."
He does as he's bid, setting her down as carefully as possible before tugging the minibot free of the seekers.
Of course, she's wrong, because the minibot doesn't cool down at all in Megatron's servos, instead writhing against him, pressing his little horned helm into Megatron's touch, as if begging for another tactile overload. He would have to be a glitched idiot to actually touch the Priestess's best friend like that in front of her, so he ignores the urge to pinch those delicious little horns while Shockwave watches.
Slag, it's hard enough to resist the urge to hand him over to Shockwave and watch Shockwave use the little bot until he offlines from pleasure.
Sari glares up at Bee as the minibot is set back on the ground, "Do I need to cool you down? Because it won't be any fun if I do."
Bumblebee pants, no doubt because his little spark is so worked up, and shakes his head, "N-no, Sari. I just..." The bot's optics flicker as Sunstorm flutters his pretty wings, "I just..." The mech looks down at her, "Yeah. Mark me as a guard, Sari. Should we go com Optimus and Bulkhead?"
"Yeah." She presses her servos on the minibot, and light flares up around him. When she's done, the bot is sulking, and marked as a guardbot with blue paint.
"Fraggit, Sari, did you have to do that? Now my spark is all," he trails off, flushing. "Whatever. I'm gonna go spend the night with the seekers, okay? You get to deal with Optimus and Bulkhead, because I refuse to." He struts over to the seekers, and Shockwave makes a soft noise of want, watching the mini's aft.
He pulls his purple mech over, kissing his lover softly on the side of the head since he's fairly sure Sari will not be happy about him kissing the bit where a mouth should be, and murmurs quietly, "Maybe later, sweetspark. After Sari is used to us." He keeps from squeezing Shockwave's aft, contenting himself with resting a servo on a thin hip. He's sad when even that sends a wave of sorrow through the tiny trickle of the bond between him and Sari, they must talk in private.
Sari holds herself tightly, moving away when he tries to pick her up again. She looks over at the black and gold ninjabot, "Can you get them?" At the cyclebot's nod, she takes a in-vent before letting it out of her organic mouth, making him wish he could do more than just flick the very tip of his glossa against her.
He doesn't let her take off when he leans down and picks her up, kissing her on the chest. "My priestess," he murmurs softly, sending as much of the like and infatuation to her as he can. "Let's go someplace private, sweetspark. We need to talk."
Sari frowns at him, but nods, "Sure. Let me just send a couple messages to the rest of my team so they know not to worry about me. Don't want them thinking you botnapped me or something stupid."
The last thing they needed was the tiny Prime bursting in on them while Megatron was pleasuring his Priestess's spark, as he intended on doing. If she allowed it. She had not seemed so hot on the idea of interfacing him before the bond, but Megatron knew that bonds changed a great many things.
It was part of how bonding worked. A bond was strengthened through repeated interfacing and cable uplinking, but Megatron was unsure if his bond would work the same way.
After all, he had yet to link cables with Sari.
When she finishes the messages, she sighs softly, "And where would this private area you want to do this be at?"
He holds her against his chest, jerking his head at Shockwave for the bot to pick up Sedan before returning his focus to Sari. "We can go back to Sumdac Tower or we can go up to the ship. Which would you like more?"
He is expecting the tower so is slightly surprised when she leans against him and says reluctantly, "The ship. I want to know what it looks like."
He nods, "I will transform so I can carry you, then. You may want to transform so that you aren't damaged if I go too fast."
"Sure, whatever." She armors up, and the more he sees of her luscious, tiny frame, the more he likes it. She is exceptionally lovely for a small bot, detailed and seamed in all the right places.
He wonders if she can strip that armor off and get down to protoform, and shudders with desire at the thought of her wires exposed for him. Such scandalous thoughts. A consort should not imagine his Priestess vulnerable to his every desire.
But Megatron wants to see her that way.
Sari relaxes against him as he transforms and tucks her in his cockpit, letting her pick which of the many seats she wants to claim for herself. "I've done some pretty crazy things in my human body. To be honest, I'm not even sure you could really hurt it all that much. I mean, I know I've survived things that should have injured a normal human. I think the Allspark may have tweaked some stuff so I don't work like human bodies should."
He lets her put the seatbelt on just like how her creator did when he dropped the human off back at his home, and squeezes her experimentally so she's secure. "Well, I just want my priestess the safest she can be. I am supposed to protect you, Sari." He takes to the air, and Shockwave follows closely behind as they head to the ship, "You will be perfectly safe as long as I'm here to protect you."
She loosens his seatbelt a little bit, curling up in his seat, "I guess. I'm not... I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I was training with Prowl and Jazz for a while, and I fought with your Decepticons. I'm not helpless."
She is so woefully uneducated on what it means to be a Priestess. He is going to have to educate her. Teach her what her duties are, and explain what bots will be expecting of her.
He will also have to tell her of the Allspark madness that has claimed more than three-quarters of all Priestesses. So very few have ever died of natural causes.
She is far from helpless, and no bot will ever think of her that way. "Bots will respect your powers, Priestess, but since you are new to them, they will expect your guards and consorts to be protecting you and taking your vengeance for you. Priestesses as young as you are and as new to the powers are known for accidental blessings and curses. It is responsible of you to use your guards in your stead when you must."
She blinks at him in confusion, "You mean I'll be just cursing or blessing bots randomly?"
He chuckles softly, "Essentially, yes. But if a consort or guard gets in your way or distracts you, that won't happen. You will be fine as long as you stay near us, my priestess."
Sari gives him a tiny smile, and he loves that she has her facemask down for him, "I don't want to curse a bot that doesn't deserve it, and I don't want to bless a bot that doesn't want it. Allspark says that I'm never going to be as good at blessing a bot as the previous priestess in as short of a time." She frowns, tilting her head, "And it says that it tried to save her, and that's why it was asleep for so long. Swiftpeds and Shimmerfire were supposed to have bonded, not you."
Megatron has to slam the bond shut and redirect his rage elsewhere to keep from upsetting his Priestess too badly. He will never forgive the Allspark for killing Shimmerfire. No matter what it does, her offlining was because the Allspark had been an evil rock that had misled her, convincing her that Megatron would be hers, and that she could survive without a consort until that point.
When he is calm again, he opens the link and projects waves of comfort at Sari. "You did not share much Allspark energy with me when we bonded. We will need a cable link at least the first few times. I was given several lessons in how this would work," he had, in fact, had to link false cables together just so the tutors would agree that he knew how to do it. "I will guide you through the process the next time you choose to interface with me."
She looks down, "Allspark says you never should have been forced to learn that so early."
He keeps from sighing, "It was a very long time ago, Sari. I do not need reassurances for these things. If the Allspark is trying to get me to forgive it, tell it I'm not receptive to its advances."
She's silent for a moment, then asks very softly, almost too quiet to hear over his engines, "Do you really want to interface me again?"
He was afraid of this, "Yes, I do. I know that you don't want to be near me after that, but I liked being with you and it is important that we stre-"
She is no longer curled up, "You do? I thought that you didn't want me. You love Shockwa-"
He cuts her off, "Yes, I love Shockwave, but that does not mean I don't want to be with you as well. You said you are making Shockwave a consort as well, but that has nothing to do with my want to be with you."
"It's okay that you love him more," Sari says quietly, kicking one ped idly. "I don't mind, and you're not gonna get in trouble for it. I want you to be happy."
He squeezes her with his seatbelt. "And I wish for you to be happy as well. We share a bond. It is important that we be honest with each other. We will be together for much longer than any organic would normally live, and we must learn to be truthful. A bond filled with lies results in nothing but misery."
She kicks at the seat she's in. "Whatever."
He would frown if he was in botmode, "I am completely serious, Sari. You cutting me off from the bond is only hurting us both. If you wish to just be with me for a while, Shockwave and Sedan will not be upset. Shockwave has his own room that he uses on occasion, and he does not mind being there."
She glares at him, "You want to be with him, so be with him. I can just sit off in my own room so you aren't interrupted."
Shockwave looks in his window, looking at Sari, "I really do not mind being in my room with Sedan, Priestess. Sedan and I would be happy to let you talk to Megatron on your own. We will love you when you mark us, and we already know that you must spend time with Megatron to help settle the bond."
"Oh yeah, and how long does that take?"
It hurts that she wants to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Megatron does not wish to be a hypocrite, so he has to tell her this. "Most bonds take a vorn to settle." He prods at the bond and projects as loudly as possible, to assure that he is heard, I do not like how little you want this between us. I understand that you would not have chosen this, but it hurts my spark to be reminded of it constantly.
She gives him a look he can't read, and curls up, hiding her face in her knees, peds on the edge of his seat. He thinks she's about to speak, when the connection tightens back down to an almost not there trickle, and all he feels is sorrow.
He tightens his seatbelt against her, pushing the connection a little bit to try to send calming and happy feeling at her. "I know I'm not what you want, but we need to make the best of it." He knows he said something that upset her with that, since she starts to shake silently.
That settles it. When they reach the ship, Megatron is going to request a cable uplink and interface so he can find out what is upsetting her so badly. Keeping the bond closed between them is not healthy in the long run. He turns up the heat in his cockpit, and finds an accursed human radio station, tuning his sensors in to the jarring music. It is something he knows she enjoys, because Shockwave has already shared a file of research with him.
His beloved is so very quick at discovering everything there is to know about a bot. Or an organic.
Sari reaches over to his control panel and turns it off without even uncurling from her little ball.
He waits for a little bit and asks, "Did you not like it?"
She shakes her head, "I... I just don't feel like music right now."
He keeps the irritation out of his voice, "What do you want, Sari?"
Her silence is not the least bit helpful, so he speeds up to get to the ship. If he had his original altmode, he'd have been there already, but he will make do with this slower model. He is thankful for the seats for Sari, but he will now have to have Scalpel and Oil Slick mod him so he's back up to his proper speed since he knows he's keeping it.
His other mode was useless for carrying passengers. And with his lover being so very small and lacking the ability of flight, he would need to be capable of carrying her with him. He would be neglectful not to mod himself to be capable of that.
When the Allspark had rebuilt him, it had taken that into account, and altered him to be better suited to his Priestess. He had a cockpit, and smoother curves, a softness to him that would prevent him from accidentally damaging his smaller Priestess. She could perch on his shoulder with greater ease now, even if it was more difficult for his fighting partners to do so.
Landing on the docking bay, he transforms so that she's in his servos, "My Priestess, we are here."
She looks around the bay, and just lays in his arms, "I guess."
He sighs softly, starting to walk to his quarters, and looks over at Shockwave, "Go inform Starscream I am busy, and that I will be returning to the planet with Sari later. He can meet her afterwards, but not before. It is very possible she will want to mark him as a guard to match his clones." He looks down at his priestess in his servos, "Do you?"
She looks up at him, then off to the side, "I don't know. Maybe? Allspark says I should, and I most likely will, so I don't have to listen to his terrible screechy voice all the time we're near him."
He would really rather that she did not. Starscream is the best option for leadership, and he does not want the mech taken down with sorrow and spark-ache from the lost connection when Megatron and Sari offline. "You could change his voice without claiming him. It is one of your many abilities as a Priestess. Blessings should come easily to you." He smiles, and she stares at him. "We should find something for you to practice on. I recommend a drone of some sort."
Perhaps the seekers still have their expensive cleaning drones with them.
She leans against his fingers, "I guess." She sighs softly, as they step into his quarters, and he sits on the berth. "Is this where you sleep?"
He wonders if she will continue to used her human terms for common functions, "Yes. But my rooms on New Kaon are much larger, and less crowded."
She looks around, mumbling softly, "I can't see how this can get bigger." He isn't sure what she means, the rooms are barely larger than the area she brought him and the seekers into at the tower. Barely any room to move at all. Her voice is louder, meant to be heard, "So... you wanted to talk to me?"
He lifts her up to kiss her softly, "I need to know why you seem so intent on sacrificing your own happiness for me. A priestess's relationship with her consorts is not like a normal bond, yes, but you are doing this the entirely wrong way. You have every right to," his spark squeezes tight in his chest, "demand that I never even look at Shockwave again."
"Yeah, and I'd be an awful excuse for a human if I made that demand." She pokes his chestplates. "I can feel that, when your spark does unhappy things. I don't like it, and I'm not gonna make it worse for you." She crosses her arms over her chest, glaring balefully at him. "I'm young. I have time to learn how to like the giant stupid Shockybeast. It won't kill me to let you be happy."
He wishes he knew more about human culture, even though he doesn't have any real desire to learn about the fleshlings. "That is very generous of you, but it is natural for a priestess to be unusually possessive during the initial vorn. Shockwave and I have been parted far longer than that in the past. We can survive it again."
Her glare deepens, "Well, now you aren't doing that. I'll make him a consort, and he'll have a spark that you told me is lucky, a mouth to kiss, and he'll wander around with clear plates. Don't you say you don't want that. I felt your spark heat up with want at the idea of him with clear plates. He can sit on your lap and you can play with it."
Primus, he wants that a very great deal, but, "If it doesn't make you happy, then you shouldn't do it, Sari. I want you happy, just like you want me happy. If it makes you upset, then you don't do it. I will understand."
She slowly lets the connection open, and he can feel her sincerity, "It won't make me upset to have him as a consort. Allspark says that your feelings for him is sinking in to me, so I should like him because you like him so fucking much."
Her organic curse words send amusement through him, the same way they do when Scalpel lets loose a flurry of random organic curses when he gets a ped stuck in something. Amusement is a counterproductive thing to be feeling at a moment like this, and he wishes she would swear with the proper words so he won't be tempted to chuckle when he's trying to be serious.
She scowls at him. "Sorry if you find something about me funny. The Allspark keeps telling me that more consorts is better. I'd rather have them be bots you like too." She makes a face, plates drawing together, "But don't expect me to interface with him. He's creepy as fuck."
He kisses her on the chest, "You have to 'face him to mark him, Sari. There is no other way to do it." Thus why it was so horrible for Shimmerfire to demand him into the berth as a sparkling. If it had been like marking the guards, it never would have been a problem. "You may throw him to the side afterwards, but there is a reason the consorts stay by you. You're supposed to love them."
She looks away, "I guess." He kisses her again, this time with a flick of his glossa, loving how he can taste a bot now and how delicious she is. She pushes him away, "Stop that. You don't want to 'face me. Not when I lasted so short when you took so long with Shockwave. I'm just..." she stops and brings her knees up to her chin, "You don't want to 'face me."
Oh. So that was part of the problem. His Priestess thought she was not wanted, when Megatron had been hesitant to show his desire, worrying that she did not want him. What a tangled mess they were making of things. He lifts her up, gently pushing on her frame to uncurl her. "I want you, my Priestess. You make my spark pulse in a way that not even Shockwave succeeded in." He slides his fingers up her tiny legs, rubbing gently on the flexible metal plating of her skirt. "Will you do me the honor of allowing me to overload you?"
He rather desperately wants to taste her spark on his glossa.
She moves her legs apart for some reason, and he can hear her plates unlocking. She moves her servo to his lips, "A-are you sure? If you don't want to, I understand. I'm not a-"
He licks her sparkplates with the tip of his glossa, "Yes, I'm certain. Let me overload you, Sari. I want to see you filled with pleasure because I did it. I will never tire of it, and I am certain you will not, either."
She moves so she's snuggled in his fingers, opening her plates, pretty little spark exposed. "... Yes."
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