Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls I give you...(drum roll)...Chapter 52!
Anyway, disclaimer: I do not own transformers prime, it belongs to Hasbro.
Warnings: you tell me
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Chapter 52
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When he entered the med. bay, he ended up screaming. The reason?
Maximum had face glomped him, with a squeal of delight. Megatron screamed at the suddenness of it, before he realized what had happed to him. Then he slumped, reached up and pried his sparkling from his face plates.
He gave little one an unimpressed look, as little Maxi giggled.
"Mama!" he reached for him, giggling.
Sighing heavily, the silver mech held his son close to him, rolling his optics, but he was smiling. Optimus was standing up now, watching him as he drank a cube of energon.
It's been a week since the new arrivals had come down, and Barricade's sparklings were born. Galvatron and Cyclonus were still here though. They explained that they wanted to spend more time with Maximum. Optimus allowed it, despite Megatron and Ratchet's small protests.
But there were some definite changes to some of the Autobots moods.
Arcee seemed more relax, and actually more outgoing since Moonracer and Crystal Widow came. The spider femme and Arcee, it turned out, were old friends, comrades in arms. They knew each other during the war, and they bantered with each other, playfully.
Tarantulas was now able to walk, but he had one half of his appendages in bandages, and his left arm in a sling, but he was a lot better, buffed and polished again. He too shared a history with Arcee, and when she saw him, she nearly squeezed him to death.
It was soon learned that he was not too fond of Starscream and Soundwave, since he always traded insults with Starscream, and Soundwave simply tried to avoid him.
Jazz immediately took a liking to Soundwave, and liked to hang out with the young mech, since they constantly bickered over music. He formed a small friendship with Breakdown and Bulkhead, and he and Miko immediately liked each other, due to Miko's guitar playing.
Prowl seemed to get along well with Bumblebee and Arcee, and was seen a few times, talking with them, pleasantly.
Firestar was an old student of Ratchet's, in being a field medic and built for rescue missions. She was sweet, but had a temper, as Bumblebee soon learned, when he accidentally shot her in the aft at target practice.
Megatron smiled when he saw Prime. He walked over and kissed Prime on the mouth.
"Ew…" Maximum covered his optics, "Mama no smooch Dada…."
The two mech both chuckled, as they looked down at their sparkling.
"Well how about Dada smooching Mama?" Optimus smirked, before kissing Megatron gently.
"EW! Dada no smooch Mama! Gross!" Maximum pouted, crossing his arms over his tiny chassis.
Both mechs laughed at their son's pouting stubbornness, before nuzzling him. Maximum cooed, and giggled, letting out a small purr.
"Hmm, sweetspark, why don't you go find Kitten and Blockade?" Megatron smiled.
Ever since those two were born, Maximum was constantly seen playing with one or both of the twins. They would play with toys, or play wrestle. They sometimes even took naps together, Maximum lying against one of his favorite toys, with Kitten curled up on one side of him, and Blockade on the other, all three purring and mewling.
Maximum nodded excitedly, as he was placed down on his pedes, and he zoomed out with a slam of the med. bay door. Megatron smiled, laughing softly.
Then, he felt Optimus' arms wrap around him and pull him close to the Prime's body. He was kissed on the lips gently, and lovingly. It was a mere caress, yet it left him weak at the knee plates. He mewled softly, as the kiss began to deepen slightly, Prime's ebony hands caressing his back. One hand caressed up and down one of his wings, while the other held him close to him. Both let out soft purrs, as Optimus ran his glossa over Megatron's bottom lip, asking for permission to enter the warm, moist mouth. The silver mech smiled slightly, retaliating with his own glossa, purring softly.
To think, only a week ago, the two might have never been able to do this again.
Prime pulled out of the kiss, with a small popping noise, before pressing his helm to the silver seeker's neck, kissing it softly, before nipping it lightly, running his glossa over it. Megatron let out a quiet, gasping moan of pleasure, optics off-line, as he caressed Prime's antennae.
Optimus smirked, "So….my berth or the med. bay?"
Megatron's optics snapped open and he gave Optimus a slightly annoyed look. Prime laughed softly at his lover's slight pout. The silver mech rolled his optics.
"Is it really that difficult to decide?" he grumbled.
Prime hummed a moment, with a thoughtful look, before he shrugged, "My berth it is then."
"Whoa, wha-AGH!" Megatron found himself over Prime's shoulder, and suddenly they were moving fast, and quickly.
The silver mech blushed when Ratchet yelled after Optimus for not looking where he was going, and to fix his hold on Megatron, so it was more dignified. Of course the medic was ignored on both accounts. Still didn't stop the silver mech from blushing.
It all went by in a blur, though he heard some laughter that sounded suspiciously like Galvatron, Barricade, Jazz and the femmes.
Oh, he was going to kill Prime for this.
Of course, that though didn't last long, when the next thing he knew, in a dark blur of madness, he felt his back hit something soft.
He was kissed, before he could voice his complaints about being carried like some sack of energon treats. Optimus caressed his lover's face plates, before his hands landed on either side of the silver mech's helm, on the berth. Megatron's wings fluttered, as he felt Prime's strong body pressing against his, his interface heating up, as their pelvis' grinded together.
"Mmgh…." He grabbed the head board of Prime's berth, gasping as Optimus moved those talented lips from Megatron's mouth, down his neck, to his shoulder, then down his chest plates and abdomen.
He mewled, before biting his lips, as Prime ran his glossa down to the pelvic plating. He smirked, at some of the noises rolling from the mech's lips, despite him trying to stifle them. He chuckled, before unclipping the pelvic plating. Megatron watched as Prime slowly removed his pelvic plating and then dropped it to the floor. The red and blue mech ran his large hands up and down his lover's legs, before lifting them and placing them on his shoulders. Megatron reached out and caressed the Prime's helm, only to have his lover take his hand and kiss it gently.
"Do you want this?" he whispered, his blue optics bright with lust, but also slight hesitance, prepared to back out if the mech below him had a change of mind.
Megatron smiled, "Prime, would I have allowed you to come this far, just for you to stop?" he whispered.
Prime smiled back, leaning down to kiss his love's lips, before he spread the legs open. He looked hungrily, at the wet port and semi-hardened equipment before him. His optics grew darker thought, when he saw the scars within the lining of his lover's port. He leaned forwards slowly, lapped his glossa into the warm cavern of Megatron's port, sliding it gently over the scars, and tasting them..
The silver seeker gasped, and then arched with a cry, as he was stimulated in ways he's never been before. He clawed at Prime's shoulders, whimpering and mewling in pleasure, bucking his hips. He felt Prime hold his hips in place with a chuckle.
The glossa inside him was hitting his sensors in just the right ways. He tenses, clenching and unclenching his hands, as pleasure coursed throughout his body, mewling and moaning.
Optimus tasted his lover, and he moaned, sending a small vibration through the silver mech's body. He felt the port tighten, preparing for overload.
He pulled away.
"Nuuuh!" Megatron whined at the loss of pleasure.
Optimus smirked, before pressing their lips together. Prime removed his own pelvic plating, his hardened piece ready for penetration of the warm port.
The silver mech leaned up and kissed Optimus, arms around his Prime's neck. He let out a sob, as he was entered, feeling slight pain, as he was entered. He held on to Optimus, breaking the kiss, and letting Prime kiss at his neck and shoulders. He off-lined his optics, adjusting to the size, before he felt Optimus move, and run along the nodes inside him.
"Oh primus…yes…yes…" Megatron whispered, as pleasure rippled through his being, and into his spark, making it swell in delight. He tilted his helm back, feeling his dominant lover tighten his grip around him, holding him firmly to his strong form.
Soon, he was being pounded into the berth, as their rhythm grew faster and faster.
Optimus pulled back pressing his forehead to Megatron's panting, as he rocked into his lover, looking him in the optics. The silver flier, opened his mouth in a pleading gesture, and he was kissed lovingly.
Three well-placed thrusts against his sweet spot, sent him into overload. He broke the kiss, and screamed. Prime followed him with a roar, releasing inside his lover's port.
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Barricade and Starscream had their helms pressed against the door. Barricade held his hand out to Starscream, with a smug smirk. The seeker grumbled, before handing Barricade two energon cubes.
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They lied there in the berth for hours.
The silver mech was pressed against Prime's chest, feeling his lover running his hands up and down his back, letting out soft purrs, and clicks, like they were younglings, just exploring each other. Optimus watched him with tired, but content optics, reaching up to trace the optic ridge, smiling warmly at him.
The blue and red mech leaned up and kissed the silver flier's helm, before pulling him down to rest against him.
Megatron looked so peaceful and tranquil, lying there against him. His wings were lax against his back, not single sign of tension could be found on his body.
His spark flared. He looked at the mech he loved, rubbing his helm, before pulling him up close, and kissed him. His spark began doing flip-flops, and somersaults, like it wanted to break out of its chamber.
He wanted to bond. He wanted so badly, after so many years of denial, to bond with his silver lover.
So, why couldn't he do it now?
He rubbed his lips against Megatron's helm, before taking in a deep intake to calm himself.
He sighed.
"Bond with me."
The reaction was immediate, but not what he expected: Megatron tensed in his grasp, his claw like fingers sinking into Prime's armor, and his wings went up in slight alarm. He pushed himself up to look Prime in the optics, his own red ones wide.
"….I beg your pardon, I don't think I heard your right," Megatron said.
The silver mech's spark froze, before restarting in a nervous, and panicked pace.
Optimus quirked an optics ridge, "You heard me Megatron," he leaned up and kissed over Megatron's chest plates, "Bond with me. Right here, and now. Please…"
Megatron's spark pounded harder in old fear. He stared at Prime with wide optics.
Bond with him? Bond with him? With Optimus? Was he dreaming or something, or hallucinating? Had he been drinking again?
Despite these thoughts, everything inside told him he wasn't, and hadn't been doing any of those things. Fear began to take over his mind, and he immediately opened his mouth to say no.
But before he could say anything, he was turned over on to his back, with Optimus looming over him, and then kissing him. He whimpered, but it was frightened instead of pleasurable. He tried to push away, but Prime wasn't having it.
"Want you….want all of you…" Optimus whispered.
The silver mech shook. Straxus had said those same words to him. Right before prying his chest plates opening and tainting his spark with his own twisted one.
He tried to moved away, but Prime didn't give him a chance, only pressing more kisses to his face and neck. He didn't seem to hear the frightened, whisper of " No", that escaped from Megatron's lips.
Then Optimus ran his hand over his chest plates, his silent way of requesting for him to open, instead of searching for seams. The silver mech didn't think, as he reacted.
He slapped Optimus in the face. Just backhanded him harshly.
The stunned him long enough for Megatron to get out from under him and then grab his pelvic plating, not bothering to put it on, and he bolted out the door.
The silver mech didn't stop, except to put his pelvic plating back on, and he kept running, ignoring the confused and worried stares of the others, as he zoomed past them.
He exited the base, tears streaming down his cheeks, and then stained over with rain. He didn't stop running, even as his Amma called after him to come back.
He ignored it and ran like his life depended on it, before he transformed and flew off as far as he could.
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