I'm sorry for this. I still have no Internet but I have been invited to join a guild. I am so going to even though I have like no time. I'm trying to get all of these out but they have me working for a week straight that I know of. I may work more. You never know. Actually they made it so I work for 11 days in a row. Those bastards.

Megatron walked passed his room and went back outside. He needed something to calm him down. Why don't you notice temptations until you can't have them? Desire was an evil thing. It came up whenever it felt like it and wouldn't let go until it had its fill. He sat back outside and would stay there until morning. Samantha would be too worn out to notice him and Inferno should be cringing in the corner.

Inferno was too innocent for this. Not innocent like he wouldn't kill anyone but innocent when it came to these things. Samantha was having trouble trying to get him to cooperate.

"Inferno, you're really starting to piss me off."

"I'm sorry. I'm not sure I can do this."
"You are willingly going against the royalty. He told you to please me, even though I'd rather not do it with you."

"Should I be insulted?"
"No. I just want my time with Megatron. He's been acting weird lately. I think he's starting to hate me."

"The Royalty doesn't hate you. There are just things going on that we don't want you to know about."
"Like what?"
Inferno realized his mistake and closed his mouth. Samantha moved up to him. She crawled over to him and made her way up his body. He kept his hand over his mouth.

"What's going on Inferno?"
Inferno shook his head. He wasn't about to tell her anything. She tilted her head, her hair falling to one side.

"Inferno."

He bit the corner of his lip. If he bit any harder, he would start to bleed. She moved higher up his body.

"Tell me."

"I can't."

"Then shall I torture you?"

"I can take any torture you can give me."

"Even the sexual kind?"

"I will find a way to turn it back on you."

Samantha stuck her tongue out at him. She moved away from him and lay at the end of the bed. He looked back at her, slowly approaching her.

"Are you alright?"

"Leave me alone. I'm not in the mood anymore."

"The Royalty will be upset if you are not happy."

"Deal with it."
Inferno sat back. He really did it now. The Royalty would be back soon and she was angry. He was going to get it for this. He had to turn this around. He knew her. She would want attention soon. He crawled over to her and put his arms around. She tried to pull away but he wouldn't let her. She relaxed back into his body. Inferno lay there, slowly making his move; he had to get intimate with her. His life depended on it. Or so he thought. She turned in his arms.

"I hate it when you do that."
"What?"
"Butter me up."
"But… I don't have any butter near me."

Samantha started laughing. He didn't know how to take that. She snuggled back into him. He lifted her up and forced his kiss on her. He was very impatient when it came to things like this, but for the Royalty, he would do as ordered and wait forever if that was what they wanted. Samantha just laid back and let him do as he pleased. He had to do what he was told. He was about to enter her the same way Megatron had planned to but was stopped.

"Megatron said that was out of bounds. You wouldn't go against him would you?"
Inferno shook his head. He didn't wish to be punished. (Think about it. Yeah I know what you're thinking. Perverts. But then again, I'm with you.)

"Then how shall I…"

Samantha turned herself around. Inferno didn't understand. Samantha pushed him over onto her pillows. Before she sat down, she turned and asked him a question.

"Facing or behind?"
"Facing. I want to make sure I'm not hurting you."
Samantha turned herself around and slowly sat down. The expression on her face made Inferno push her back up.

"Why did you stop me?"

"You're in pain. I cannot do this."

"It's because I'm not used to this. That and there is no lubricant. I think I can handle it."

"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Let's proceed."

Samantha braced herself for what was about to come. She held onto his shoulders, trying not to look at his eyes. Inferno couldn't hold onto her, he was to busy holding onto the blanket and placing himself deeper and deeper inside. She tried to keep her cries to herself. She knew Inferno would stop if she did. It would be more painful if he stopped then continued then to keep going. She put her legs to his hips and just held on. This was really awkward for her. Inferno was about to get feral. He was loosing his mind. Not in the utmost bliss but enough to drive him crazy. Samantha felt her body get thrown over she was on her stomach. Inferno had to pull out then place himself back in. Samantha couldn't handle it any longer. She cried into her pillows, trying not to bite her tongue off. Inferno no longer cared about her well being anymore. He thrust himself each time, harder and faster, not letting her rest. She bit her pillow, tears falling down the sides of her face.

Megatron continued to star gaze. He didn't know what to do. He had to share her now. And now he had to take Inferno into his bed. The idea made him shudder. He wasn't looking forward that. But he had a few more minutes before he would go back inside. He noticed one star lingering in the sky. It was Venus, the morning star. Once considered the most beautiful star of the night, but once morning came, the most hated and feared star, supposedly belonging to the devil. It was kind of like him. His attitude towards people, he would be kind to Samantha but harsh to his enemies. Loved by some of his people and hated by the rest and the Maximals. Megatron turned away from the stars and looked at the landscape instead. He had to stop looking up at the sky. He would become homesick. That view didn't help much either. Other ideas started to enter his mind. Worse then the one's about his namesake. Megatron looked back up at the star. He belonged to no one. It was true that Unicron was once using his namesake but that was only being used. He didn't belong to Unicron. Megatron stood up and glared at that star. He would never belong to anybody. He would be the owner. He headed back inside, thinking only of the past, not of the future. That… would be his greatest mistake yet.

Megatron entered his room, he found Inferno lying on the bed, panting, his optics shut. Samantha was resting, her face in the pillow. She was covered with the blanket. Megatron walked over to them, placing his hand on Samantha's back.

"She asleep Royalty."
Megatron looked over to Inferno.

"I did as ordered. She got what you asked for. She passed out after screaming. I checked for a pulse. She still lives."

Part of Inferno regretted that. Megatron knelt beside her and stroked her body. She didn't move. He could tell she was in pain. She became like a rock when she was in pain. Normally she would whine and demand his attention but this time, this time she just lay here. Inferno closed his eyes again, almost falling into a deep sleep when he heard Megatron's voice.

"How long ago did you finish?"

"About fifteen minutes before you came in."

"And you're sure she was breathing?"
"Yes Royalty. I made sure."

Megatron still wasn't convinced. She had never when into a state like this before. He turned her over, exposing her right breast and placed his hand just under her nose. It was faint but it was there. She was still breathing. He covered her back up and went over to his bed. He got himself comfortable and started to drift.

"Royalty…"
Oh what now? There was already so much going on in his head. He didn't need any added stress.

"What is it Inferno? It had better be important, yesss."

"I was just wondering… why do you care for her so? What has she done that pleases you?"

"Well…"

Megatron had never really thought of it. She was just good company. She would listen to his plans and tell him what she thought. She would never ridicule him or tell him his plans were a waste of time. She really had no other purpose then to be his companion. There was just some weird attraction to her. It was like something he knew from long ago even before he met her. But things like that only happen in stories.

"Well… Royalty?"

"I'll have to get back to you on that Inferno. In the meantime, go back to your own room."

"I would Royalty, but I can't seem to move."
Megatron was in no mood to get up and move anyone. He waved his hand like he didn't care but was still giving an order.

"You may stay. But once your strength returns, I would like it if you returned to your quarters. I need time to think."
"But the young Royalty will stay with you?"
"Inferno, what she does in none of your business now is it? If you must know, she will be spending the day out in the fields with Waspinator. I would like some time to myself."
"Yes Royalty."

Inferno closed his eyes and passed out in a matter of moments. It took Megatron longer. Too many things to take care of.

The Maximal base was quiet, almost to quiet. Someone had forgotten to set the automatic defenses on. Terrorsaur was sneaking around the base, looking for Rattrap's room. He knew where it was from the vents but not in the open. And he wasn't too sure he wanted to go in there, Dinobot could be with him again. It wasn't like he couldn't take Dinobot down, it was just, and he didn't want to be bothered with something like that. He quietly opened a few doors, Cheetor's room, next door, Rhinox, how about this one? Bingo. He looked around, no Dinobot. Rattrap was alone that night. Rattrap was in his beast mode, sleeping, occasionally twitching like he was chasing something. Terrorsaur approached him, getting ready to shove him into a sack. That's when Rattrap started talking in his sleep.

"Yeah, you like it like that don't you?"
Terrorsaur stopped in his tracks. He just looked at Rattrap not wanting to know whom he was talking about. He had the look on his face of, typical Rattrap yet, what the hell is wrong with him. He grabbed Rattrap by his tail, startling him out of his sleep.

"What the?"
Terrorsaur grabbed Rattrap's mouth and tied it shut. He wouldn't be able to chew his way through this. Rattrap put up a struggle but was forced into the bag. Terrorsaur had finally kept his promise to Tarantulas. (See I didn't forget. I just had to wait for the right place to put him in. That and very angry right now at someone at work right now so I'm pissed off as I'm writing. Good motivation.) Terrorsaur dragged him out of the base just as undetected as when he entered. He hadn't gotten to far when he heard tearing. He looked back and saw Rattrap trying to claw his way through the bag. He stopped and threw the bag onto the ground. It startled Rattrap enough to stun him. Terrorsaur opened the bag and pulled him out.

"Clever little bastard aren't you?"

Terrorsaur used some of the binds to hold Rattrap's paws together. He looked at Rattrap, only for a moment but caught his glare.

"Don't look at me like that. I have no interest in you. You are just a package for someone else."

That got Rattrap's attention. His eyes had widened. Who was he meant for? He had a good idea but hoped to Primus he was wrong.

Tarantulas was waiting in his room. He would never let anyone into his true lair. Only Black Arachnia and Samantha had ever found it. Even if he relocated, they found that one too. He decided to keep himself in one location but have better security and surveillance. There was a knock at his door. He was usually the only one up at this hour, the best time to make all of his schemes a reality. He opened the door to find Terrorsaur, slightly out of breath and carrying something. Tarantulas moved out of the way, watching Terrorsaur drop the bag and head back outside.

"There's your package, as promised."

He left, letting the door close behind him. Tarantulas didn't believe it. It was to be something else. He opened the bag only slightly, not letting more then an inch open. It was true. Rattrap was there. This brought a smile to his face.

"Now I can get back at you for all those times you have humiliated me."

His evil cackle echoed in his room. It worked so much better in his lair. He transformed into his beast form and placed some of his web on the bag, pulling Rattrap behind him.

Rattrap, at some point in the trip, had been knocked unconscious. He awoke in his robot mode tied to a web. He was bound and couldn't get loose. He looked around. He knew where he was. He got Cheetor out of there a while ago. It was still a mess but looked somewhat cleaner. He heard the cackle come from all over the cave.

"Enjoying yourself up there rodent?"
"Enjoying the view eight eyes?"
"Actually yes I am."

Tarantulas laughed again then came out of his hiding spot. He came close to Rattrap but remained on the floor.

"What shall I do to you first?"
"Are ya gonna try and drink me dry like ya planned with Cheetor?"

"That will come later. Right now, I have some… other plans for you."
"Like what?"
"Oh you'll see."

Rattrap thought to himself as Tarantulas continued to laugh. I hope he's not going to do anything to sick. Killing is one thing. Torture is another. But knowing the spider, it would be torture. Great. Something to look forward to.