That was the worst summary I have ever written oh my god...Oh woops is this another story my bad...#SorryNotSorry ;p blame Libby for giving me such great feedback. Anyways all kinds of reviews and such are welcome and critiques are very appreciated :3 There will be future smut and dirty goings on!
Bumblebee screeched around another corner, checking his scanners again and again but no sign of his kidnapped leader. Sari looked out the window, her seatbelt loose around her frame as she looked over the damage caused by the latest fight for the allspark fragments.
'Bumblebee, I don't think they would have stuck around.' she offered as Bumblebee rounded another corner taking them both in a circle around the docks.
'I know but...Sari it was my fault Blitzbrain got the drop on Prime, I need to find him but I don't even know where to look!' he said tiredly, his fuel was low and Ratchet had commed for him to get back to base an hour ago, he had ignored it and kept searching even going under water when it was clear there were no Decepticon's and one Prime hiding in the docks warehouses.
'The rest of the guys have gone home already, we need to go back as well and recharge our batteries, or fill our tanks in your case.' she grumbled and Bumblebee checked his internal meters, he was running on fumes and they both knew it. The mini turned a right and headed home.
'I just hope Optimus won't be mad at me when he comes back.' he mumbled to himself, he was already in trouble for getting them another noise complaint from the neighbours.
'Psh, Optimus isn't gonna hold a grudge, besides he'll get out by himself if we don't get there first I know it.' Sari said, her voice full of confidence, Bumblebee wished he could feel the same.
Megatron watched the sleeping form of Optimus Prime from his desk chair. Red optics glowing in the dimly lit berthroom.
The young Prime was curled up on his berth, stasis cuffs set to low so he could still move even if his motions were sluggish at best.
Even with his limited movement he had still managed to curl into himself, wrapping the soft violet silk around his shapely legs and his beautiful faceplates burrowed into the pillows, the sight was adorable and Megatron had already taken a few pictures of his captive to look back on if his plan back fired.
Which happened quite often when Optimus or his rag-tag team were involved. Megatron shook his head thinking back over the last few failed plans to re-take Cybertron.
The young mech on his berth, mewled in his sleep and nuzzled the fabric with a soft whine, his body shook ever so slightly and Megatron realised his chambers were probably cold for the mech this deep underground.
The Decepticon's powerful engines kept them warm even in harsher weather, but for a small Autobot who only knew the constant comfortable temperature of Cybertron...
Megatron stood as quietly as possible and strode over to the mech, untangling his long lithe legs from the purple sheet, taking care to touch as much as possible while the mech was still under.
Megatron could have purred at the feel of the soft white and blue legs under his servos, his blue hips wiggled as the digits skimmed across his metal.
Megatron held back from coping a feel of his pert aft, he didn't want to wake his captive.
It seemed that Optimus Prime had needed the recharge as he had slipped into a normal recharge cycle shortly after being struck to the back of the processor, a lucky shot by Blitzwing and Megatron had taken the chance and kidnapped the Prime before the smoke cleared enough for his team-mates to track him down.
The Prime had slept soundly in his arms and Megatron had had trouble putting him down, only allowing the mech to leave the safety of his arms when he reached his berth room.
The warmth from Megatron's chassis had made the Autobot nuzzle his frame almost lovingly and he had let out a quiet whine when Megatron had put him down, though he knew the naïve Autobot would have thrown a fit if he was online, Megatron was his enemy plain and simple, years of Autobot indoctrination had seen that the young mech would see him as nothing but a threat, a menace, a monster.
And this monster finally pulled his servos away from the Prime's legs long enough to throw the sheet over his prisoner.
Megatron scowled, the sheet was thin and the small tremors hadn't abated.
Only then Megatron noticed how the temperature was slowly dropping, it had been the same on the surface and Megatron remembered his stays on other organic based planets, it must be the start of the colder seasons on Earth.
He looked around his chambers and rooted through some supply boxes Blitzwing and Lugnut had stolen. It would not do to have his prisoner's oil freeze in his tubing and the other only other option would be to join him...as tempting as that was he decided against that.
He pulled out a large thick piece of material, it was all black with what looked like star shapes in white all across it and the material was courser than the soft silk on his berth, Megatron grimaced at the fabric but a small whimper from his berth made his decision, he came back and threw the tacky blanket over the mech.
As long as Optimus was comfortable he should stay in recharge for a while longer, Megatron resumed his place by his desk and watched from afar as the Autobot slumbered, his vents finally settling down to a quiet hum. his gorgeous frame covered by the blankets with only his helm and bound servos peeking out of the materials.
Megatron sighed heavily, wishing that he had some strong engex left in his personal supply but he had drunk the last of that when he had been restored.
This war had taken everything from him, his home, his friends and family, his very people lay scattered across the Galaxy, waiting on his promise of re-taking Cybertron.
And yet at every step he had been stopped by this bot. This naïve, inexperienced, gullible, soft-sparked AUTOBOT. And for what? The councils continued hold over the planet, over it's very people.
The young mech was naïve but if shown the truth...Yes, that was it, show the small thing the truth about the council, open his optics about what horrors they commit to the lower life forms and how the rest of the universe view their kind. By Unicron's teeth even the Decepticon's were favoured over the Autobot's when it came to off-world relations, at least Decepticon's stuck to themselves and paid their bar tab.
Megatron smirked as a plan formed, he could use a mech like Optimus in his army and by his side, perhaps even in his berth if he truly was what Megatron hoped he could be, but first..how to convince the young mech not only to listen to him but believe him?
Prowl was sitting in his tree, facing the outside world and concentrating on the soft whistling the wind made as it passed through his room, of course his room was colder than the rest of the facility they lived in, but he had prepared himself thermal blankets for the coming winter, from what he had gathered from the news reporter he may be forced to switch rooms if the temperature dropped too low.
He noticed another leaf break from the branches and watched it be carried off on the wind, he had panicked when the first leaves had withered and died and had carried Sari into his room to explain why his tree was suddenly dying.
His organic friend had informed him that the large tree wasn't dying just going 'dormant' until winter ended and that it happened to all plants, she had gifted him a documentary on Earth seasons and he had watched it intently to understand what was happening to his precious nature.
It had been astounding, the entire planet went through continuous change and the organics had evolved to change with it, mammals changing fur colour to better blend in, plants shedding parts of themselves so that all their energies could be used on keeping the main part alive. Prowl had been in awe at the vast changes and didn't want to miss it from a different room.
A loud call from Ratchet brought Prowl back to the present.
As full moon basked him in moonlight and he jumped down silently from the tree. Optimus Prime had been missing for a few hours now and Ratchet had taken command in his absence, they had waited for Bumblebee to come back before sending anyone else out, there was too much risk looking for Optimus in the dark and they had needed a better plan.
When prowl reached their living room Sari and Bumblebee were on the couch. Sari wrapped in blankets.
'It's freezing in here.' she muttered, her teeth clattering, Ratchet gave her a worried look.
'Maybe we should call in Fanzone, make sure your room is up to human standards.' he muttered, the inspector was the only human they really knew besides Sari and her father, unless you counted their enemies.
'My rooms fine, it's just reeeaaalllyyy cold.' she said before sneezing into the pink handkerchief she carried around. Bumblebee picked her up to place on his shoulder.
'Hey worse comes to worse I'll stay in vehicle mode and you can just sleep inside, I got heating.' he said smiling at his friend, long gone was any sort of reservation between the two and he quite enjoyed having his best friend so close.
Bulkhead sat down heavily on a large cement block and rested his head in a servo.
'So you got a plan Ratchet?' he asked, bringing the topic back to their bot-napped Prime. Ratchet glowered at the floor, his optics closed, an outsider would think he was angry at Bulkhead but really he was just concentrating.
'As much as it pains me, we need to call the elite guard. We can't get Optimus back on our own, Primus knows he's carried us through most of our fights with the Decepticon's and if Megatron has him...I shudder to think what he's got planned.'
Optimus stirred slightly, his body was unusually sluggish but maybe Ratchet had used an EMP blast on him? But then why did his helm still hurt.
He couldn't bring himself to complain though he was warm and the berth he was on was soft and felt wonderful against his plating, not like his own?
'Awww he sleeps like an Earth kitten.' Random giggled quietly...definitely not his berth. Optimus shot his optics open and was confronted with a grinning Random. He reeled back as much as he could, trying to keep in a scream as Icy took over.
'Ah it seems zat we have awoken ze prisoner.' he muttered and Optimus tried to move but the stasis cuffs-how did they get stasis cuffs?- were draining his energy.
'Let me go right now!' he demanded, he was ignored as Blitzwing put down the barrel of oil next to the berth.
'Here Autobot, drink and get your strength back, I do not know vat our Lord Megatron vishes of you but.' suddenly Random took over and cackled 'you are going to need your strength.' he sing-songed to the confused Autobot.
Icy took back over and left the Autobot to his oil, looking around he realised he was not in a cell but someone's berth? His tanks rolled nervously and he swallowed hard at the implications, Megatron must have commanded that he be left here but why?
The stasis cuffs lost power and he quickly tried to break them, but without his weapons and his strength still sapped it was useless.
Optimus sighed before picking the oil drum up, he inspected it thoroughly, looking for signs of poisoning before taking a small sip...it tasted normal, better than normal it tasted great, far better than what he had back at the base, he continued drinking until it was gone and then licked the residue from around his lips, putting he reached over tot he bed side table and stacked a few loose data pads before putting the drum down tidily.
Optimus grimaced at his own actions, he quickly picked up the drum and threw it across the room, giving a loud 'HA' when it clanged on the wall, he stared at it for a few kliks before groaning and standing up to go get it, maybe he should try and be less polite when he was a Decepticon prisoner?
He put the drum back on the shelf and sat on the edge of the berth, he was still groggy and the warm bed was pulling at him.
He already felt a little stronger so he decided to try and break the cuffs again but as soon as he was about to try and break the cuffs again they snapped back on and he fell back limply on the berth groaning.
He waited till the numbing feeling going through his circuits lessened before tugging himself further on the berth and pulling the blankets back over his body slowly, they didn't cover him completely and he grumbled when his aft and the his legs were still out in the cold. He curled up as best he could and waited for an opportunity.