Author's note. With special thanks to I heart Soundwave and Valong for their brilliant suggestions. Also to girlrock250297 and Jovianokamigirl for their characters.
StreamFire belong to girlrock250297 and Sliverwings belongs to Joviankoamigirl.
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"Well, Soundwave?" Megatron demanded as his Third stood before him in the Command Room.
"Mission Success," Soundwave said in his monotone voice. "Required information found and recorded, Elita One shall never know it has been taken."
Megatron's expression morphed into a grin of triumph. Leaning forward, he said.
"Excellent Soundwave, I knew I could rely on you. Now, what is Prime's special phrase for his little woman?"
He said this last part with a sneer. Soundwave calmly answered.
"My darling Aero."
"My darling Aero," Megatron repeated softly.
"An odd pet name."
"It is perhaps an abbreviations of her original name," Soundwave suggested and Megatron nodded thoughtfully.
Apparently, Elita had taken on a new name upon being made Femme Commander but he'd never really thought about it until now.
"Very well Soundwave's, you've done well. You may return to your duties, though if you like, you and Echo can finish early."
Soundwave inclined his head in thanks before turning and striding out of the room.
Megatron sat back in his seat, thinking. Now that he had the previously elusive phrase, he needed to find some way of recording Prime saying it. Not that the recording part was hard, he would simply get one of Soundwave's Cassettes to do that.
No, the problem was how to get Prime to say it. Without seeing his beloved Elita, he wasn't likely to say it, it wasn't something you'd say in passing. But Megatron was determined that he would get it, one way or the other.
Elita's POV.
Elita sighed heavily as she made her way to Megatron's quarters. It was nearing evening and she wanted to have a shower before the night's serving and entertainment. She'd just finished practise with the other Femmes but her Spark hadn't really been in it.
Not so much because she was depressed but because she'd had a bit of an accident earlier. She'd been checking out some of the old storage rooms and had slipped on some spilled oily, bashing her head on the ground. This had left her with a nasty processor ache and a feeling of disorientation.
Her Femmes had noticed of course and asked if she wanted to sit this out but she refused. She'd rather dance than be forced to sit on Megatron's lap which would probably happen. So, she'd carried on with the rehearsal, hiding the fact her processor ache was getting worse by the moment.
Needless to say, she was very relieved when they were finally done and she could escape for a nice warm shower.
With a sigh, she reached Megatron's room and entered it. To her relief, Megatron wasn't there, he often demanded some attention before a show, attention she definitely didn't feel like giving. She knew Megatron resented her distance but she just couldn't find the energy to be warming to him.
Maybe it was because his initial threat had worn off, she didn't fear so much for Arcee now. Whatever the reason, they hadn't been very intimate recently and she hoped it would remain that way.
Sighing heavily, she strode over to the shower and entered it, plunging head first into a mass of steam. She gasped as hot water hit her tired body, this was what she needed. And for a moment forgot to wonder why the shower was already turned on.
"Elita," a voice suddenly said quietly.
She spun around, having just about to remove her chassis armour and saw Megatron standing under the water, watching her. He was completely naked and looked like she'd just interrupted him in the middle of something.
She groaned she'd been hoping for some peace.
"Sorry, I didn't realise you were in here," she said shortly, turning to go.
"I'll just leave you..."
"No need to rush off Elita," he said softly, taking a step towards her.
"There's plenty of room for both of us, stay with me."
She paused.
Normally, she would march right out of here, Megatron was too prone for feeling her up in the shower, however, her head just hurt so much that she wasn't thinking straight. So with a small nod, she agreed and started rubbing scented oil into her armour.
She pointedly left her chassis armour on.
For a while, Megatron ignored her but judging by the grunts he was making, was busy anyway. She felt a bit disgusted. Of course, for Mechs this was a necessary thing they needed to do but most had the decency to do it in private.
She'd never caught Optimus doing it, though if she was around, he didn't really need to resort t to it anyway. This made her smile slightly, she knew what Ironhide would be up to at the Ark, starved off his beloved interface and shooting partner Chromia.
Elita hummed as she lathered her body, the tune she'd been dancing to earlier echoing through her head. But then she heard Megatron stop and come towards her.
She glanced around at him, it seemed he was finished satisfying himself. Or so it perhaps not.
"You look ravishing today, Elita," Megatron purred, reaching out a hand to stroke her side.
She took a step back out of his reach.
"Thank you," she said dully, her head still hurt.
"Something the matter?" he asked softly, taking a step forward and touching her cheek.
"You don't seem your usual feisty self today."
"I'm fine, just got a bit of a processor ache," she admitted though she wasn't about to tell him how she'd got it.
"My poor darling," he said softly, taking another step and drawing her into his arms.
She made a noise of protest, she didn't want to be up against him when he was naked, however, he didn't let go. He simply held her firmly but gently, arms caressing her back. She couldn't help but melt into his embrace, she was feeling pretty low.
Her eyes were closed and she allowed the lovely soothing water to wash over her, and she started to relax. It really was a shame Megatron choose to spoil it.
"Megatron," she said in a half irritated voice as he suddenly started kissing her audio.
But he didn't stop and started to kiss the place between her neck and shoulder.
"Megatron, please, I'm not in the mood."
"You're never in the mood," he said grumpily, letting go of her slightly so look down into her face.
"My men have willing Femmes who they enjoy interface with, among other things. Why can't you make an effort?"
"I'm not attracted to you, that's why," Elita said acidly, now very much wanting to be out of his arms.
But Megatron gripped her arms, preventing her from escaping. Red optics glittering, he lowered his face until it was mere inches from hers and hissed.
"And what is it about me you find so repugnant?"
"I didn't say you were ugly," she retorted. "I do think you're a very good looking Mech, I just don't want to sleep with you."
He made a low growling noise in his throat to this point and the next second, had crushed his lips against hers. She struggled but he had an iron grip on her arms and wasn't letting go. She tried to jerk her head away, but his mouth remained clamped on hers.
"Mmph," she mumbled, the old fear welling up inside her, this was too much like when she'd first got here, when he'd tried to rape her.
But her little noises of protest only seemed to arouse him further and he suddenly let go of her mouth to gasp out loud. And to her horror, she could feel him hard against her, he was aroused all right.
He let go of her arms and dropped to his knees to grasp at her hips. She stared down at him, utterly shocked as he started to kiss and lick her lower armour like it was covered in Energon.
She really wished she didn't feel so woozy, it was like she couldn't summon the energy to get rid of him. All she seemed able to do was uselessly pushed at his head, trying to get him to stop.
But then he was up again and in another moment, had pinned her against the shower wall. One hand had a hold of her chin, the other was trying to hitch her leg around his hip.
"Let go of me, you fragger," was all she managed to snarl before his mouth claimed hers again.
She didn't know how long it lasted, her struggling while he kissed her, occasionally thrusting his naked body against hers. Finally, she managed to gather her wits and manoeuvred her body so that the next time he tried to thrust, knee him in the groin.
With a grunt of pain, he released her and she shoved him away and escaped out into his room. But she didn't stop there, she kept on running, out his room and along the corridor. She didn't meet anyone and only stopped once she'd found a deserted room.
She collapsed on the floor, her processor ache even worse than before and tears flowing down her face. She silently swore, that no matter what, she would never give into his advances, she would fight to the death if need be.
But for now, all she could do was sob.
Arcee's POV.
Unbeknownst to Elita, while she sobbed in an empty room, her daughter was slowly was thinking about relationship. In particular, the one she had with Thundercracker. The blue Seeker was currently having a shower and the Femme was unable to stop herself from peeking in at him.
Arcee was at a very curious and also dangerous point in her life. She was turning into a Femme, a proper one with fully functioning systems that involved interfacing and Sparkling bearing. She was in the very last stage of Younglinghood and her transformation was drawing very close.
In fact, it could be any day now.
She was sad about this in some ways, she'd hoped her papa could see her before she transformed, she knew how much it would hurt him if he didn't. There was also the added responsibility of being an adult and in a war torn society, this wasn't a small thing. And the fact that Mechs would soon see her as a potential berth partner didn't help either.
On the other hand, it would be nice not to be treated like a child anymore, it got so wearing, especially as her cheeks were still pinched and Megatron had taken to spanking her as a punishment. That certainly didn't the young Femme's pride any good nor her self confidence.
At least Thundercracker was kind to her, which helped a lot.
When she first arrived on the Nemesis, Megatron had whipped her raw for punching him and she'd been left with a very sore back. Thundercracker had made sure it healed well, even helping to clean it and redress it. She still hadn't told him all that had happened in that room with her mother and Megatron, he had no idea that she'd nearly been raped.
She still wasn't sure about letting him know but for the moment, saw no reason to dredge it up. At least she hadn't become permanently shy of Mechs, as she'd been for a few cycles after that incident. His kindness had helped her get over it, as well as the support she'd received from her mother and the other Femmes.
And so, she got used to living with a Mech.
After her father and his Mechs had left, she hadn't had much to do with any other Mechs, she'd been surrounded by Femmes. But she found it wasn't so bad living here, especially as she was left alone.
She was responsible for keeping Thundercracker's room tidy and cleaning it. She also on a few occasions served Energon for his visitors, his Trine mates liked to come in especially. And there had been on time when Thundercracker came in covered in mud from a mission and she had helped scrub it off.
It was probably then that she really started to notice his rather good looking body and handsome features. And that curiosity steadily grew.
At first, she would watch him in his sleep, taking in every bit of his body, marvelling at how strong he was. Seekers were mostly known for their speed and skill but here was one who was definitely physically strong. She'd seen clips of him lifting heavier Mechs into the air and tossing them aside, a feat his fellow Trine Mates couldn't quite do.
And then one night, she couldn't resist any longer.
She had reached out and gently brushed his wings with her fingers. He hadn't stirred, so she grew bolder, she started to touch his arms, chest and even tracing the Decepticon insignia. He hadn't woken but he had twitched a few times so she withdrew her hand not wanting to risk it.
Primus, what were these feelings she was starting to experience? Not feelings of affection which she could easily understand but physical ones. Her Port had started to ache slightly whenever she admired him and she couldn't help but squirm at the warm sensation deep within her.
And now he was in the shower and his magnificent body was on display for her to see. Thanks to her naughty peek in the Mechs shower room some cycles ago, she knew perfectly well what Mechs looked like under their armour. But none of them had made her feel like this.
Was it just her or did he seem to have a very large Spike?
Megatron's POV.
"Megatron, there is an incoming call from the Autobots," Starscream announced into the previously still air of the Communication room.
Megatron looked up, very annoyed and a touch suspicious. He'd been planning to try and call Shockwave to take stock of the situation on Cybertron but now Prime had interrupted this plan. What in Primus's name could her want?
"Patch him through," Megatron ordered Soundwave who did so before moving out of the way so his leader could speak to Prime.
"What do you want Prime?" Megatron asked without preamble.
He was still feeling rather annoyed about yesterday with Elita. She'd refused to sleep with him that night, instead had gone to the Med Bay with Chromia. She'd told the blue Femme that she had a splitting processor ache and wanted to have some peace so her friend readily agreed.
And didn't realise she needed to exact some revenge on Megatron.
He mentally growled, why wouldn't that damn stubborn Femme allow him to woo her? He was sorely tempted to give her a beating to remind her of her place but decided against this. She would only fall further into his ridiculous depression she was currently in.
"I thought you might be interested in a Femme that's just joined us," Optimus said, not bothering to greet his rival.
As Megatron and his officers stared, a pretty navy blue and grey coloured Femme appeared, her arm slung around Jazz who was grinning widely. She was a Seeker and wore a blue visor like the saboteur. This was Sliverwing, Jazz's Spark mate.
"Hey there," she greeted with a grin.
"I just crash landed here and look who I found."
She gave Jazz a kiss and a squeeze which he returned. Megatron was starting to feel really annoyed.
"And why?" Megatron asked sarcastically. "Would I be interested in the fact you've been joined by a Femme."
"Because she's not the only Femme that crash landed here," Prowl supplied while Jazz grinned.
Soundwave and Starscream glanced at each other as Megatron's optics narrowed.
"Oh, and which Femme pray tell, is that?"
Prowl stepped aside and suddenly Megatron could see why they thought he'd been interested in this Femme. She had bright red optics and was a Seeker Femme with beautiful pink and gold armour.
Beside him, Starscream's jaw had dropped and he could only stutter out.
"S-StreamFire?"
Author's note. Who is this mysterious Femme and how does she know Starscream? Find out in the next chapter where certain Femmes discover something very important. Until then.