Hammerhead

by The Archer Black

Continuation of the plot started in Beauty of the Beast, this time not focused on June and Megatron - it's been few weeks since Megatron returned June and Optimus was rescued by Agent Fowler, now Optimus is recovering and Megatron tries to forget little organic femme when old enemy returns. My stories are available exclusively on my official accounts on , dA, AO3, Chomikuj.

28. Addicted to Love

Hammerhead.

Warnings: Violence, bad language, gore and possibly some sex.

"Through this doorway what's on the other side, never knowing exactly what I'll find, locked and loaded, voices screaming: let's go, come on do it, here we go!" – Hammerhead, the Offspring.

Timing: Post season 2 finale, set few weeks after Beauty of the Beast in my very own BotB Prime Timeline (due to ending of the series and because the first chapter was posted before the last season was aired).

Rating: M (alternative – if there will be any – or extended chapters will go MA and will be available on my Tumblr account, the address is available on my profile page).

Pairings: Megatron and June, Bumblebee and Miko, maybe some Shockwave and Arcee.

Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.

Spellcheck performed by Monstrous-hourglass of dA.

Addicted to Love

Your lights are on, but you're not home

Your mind is not your own

Your heart sweats, your body shakes

Another kiss is what it takes

You can't sleep, you can't eat

There's no doubt, you're in deep

Your throat is tight, you can't breathe

Another kiss is all you need

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

You see the signs, but you can't read

You're runnin' at a different speed

You heart beats in double time

Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind

You can't be saved

Oblivion is all you crave

If there's some left for you

You don't mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love – "Addicted to Love." Robert Palmer

oOo

New Kaon, Dark Mount (formerly Jasper), west of Valley of Fire, Clark County Nevada, USA. Three days after first joined scouting. Sunset. 1]

Hammerhead.

Warnings: Violence, bad language, gore and possibly some sex.

"Through this doorway what's on the other side, never knowing exactly what I'll find, locked and loaded, voices screaming: let's go, come on do it, here we go!" – Hammerhead, the Offspring.

Timing: Post season 2 finale, set few weeks after Beauty of the Beast in my very own BotB Prime Timeline (due to ending of the series and because the first chapter was posted before the last season was aired).

Rating: M (alternative – if there will be any – or extended chapters will go MA and will be available on my Tumblr account, the address is available on my profile page).

Pairings: Megatron and June, Bumblebee and Miko, maybe some Shockwave and Arcee.

Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story's plot and OC's © me. There may be some OC's that aren't mine – they belong to their respective creators.

Spellcheck performed by Monstrous-hourglass of dA.

Addicted to Love

Your lights are on, but you're not home

Your mind is not your own

Your heart sweats, your body shakes

Another kiss is what it takes

You can't sleep, you can't eat

There's no doubt, you're in deep

Your throat is tight, you can't breathe

Another kiss is all you need

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love

You see the signs, but you can't read

You're runnin' at a different speed

You heart beats in double time

Another kiss and you'll be mine, a one track mind

You can't be saved

Oblivion is all you crave

If there's some left for you

You don't mind if you do

Whoa, you like to think that you're immune to the stuff, oh yeah

It's closer to the truth to say you can't get enough,

You know you're gonna have to face it, you're addicted to love – "Addicted to Love." Robert Palmer

oOo

New Kaon, Dark Mount (formerly Jasper), west of Valley of Fire, Clark County Nevada, USA. Three days after first joined scouting. Sunset. 1]

Megatron patiently waited for Knockout to finish his scans. It was the daily evaluation of his healing progress. As far as he could tell it went well. His welds were absorbing nicely, every day they were smaller and smaller. Every day moving around was becoming easier and easier. Every passing day made him stronger and stronger. And every passing hour made him appreciate being fully functional more and more.

Knockout finished his scan and hooked the device to computer console, the data stream flew and the Decepticon Doctor was able to read the results. He hummed and then levered part of Megatron's armour to take a peek at the protoform. Knockout usually didn't do that, but in this case it was necessary to evaluate state of his One True Lord and 'Patient'. It wasn't pleasant for the patient as the protoform was rather private part of every Cybertronian, but medicine didn't knew meaning of such a word no matter the species. It didn't help at all that Knockout was by his nature quite a nosy person. Megatron was well aware that he and Soundwave (though Soundwave was more than slightly reluctantly) were the axis of the crew's rumour mill.

"Well Doctor?" Megatron asked clearly tired with all the poking and prodding.

"All seems well, My Liege. Welds are fully absorbed; you only have lighter marks to prove they were there." Knockout said in his 'professional' tone. "You energy levels are even, your hydraulic liquid, transmission liquid, oil and energon levels are optimal. Though you vascular energon pressure is too high. Since your spark and your fuel pump are in top condition I suspect that it is simply the matter of stress, some unreleased tension perhaps. I suggest you try to relax, My Liege."

"Thank you Doctor." Megatron got up from the medical berth and headed for the door. "Anything else?

Knockout wanted to say something but Megatron already left the medical bay. The red Decepticon quickly followed, noticing that his Lord wasn't walking toward his living quarters.

"Lord Megatron, where are you going?"

"To relieve some stress." Came the answer. "You said it yourself, I should relax. I'm going to watch the sunset, it is a relaxing activity."

"Of course, My Liege, but remember, just because it's all healed over it doesn't mean you can tax yourself, the welding leftovers are still tender and may cause you some pain if you'll stress them too much."

"I'll keep that in mind." Megatron stopped and looked over his spiked shoulder at his medic. "Any other good advice?"

"No, My Liege." Knockout wisely decided to keep his mouth shut. Irritating Megatron wasn't the wisest thing to do for anyone, except for Starscream, but that was part of his job.

oOo

Megatron stood quietly; if one wouldn't knew better one could mistake the mech for a statue. The Sun touched the horizon and began to disappear in its slow descent. There were no clouds this time which meant no additional show of lights and colours playing on them, but it was still beautiful and relaxing view that somehow managed to calm Megatron no matter how aggravated he was before. He would vent slowly and deeply with cool air, on the height he was on the warmth of desert didn't reach allowing him to cool his systems as his optics fed on the warm colours of the dying light of this solar system's central star. The flood of oranges and crimsons bathed his armour and dyed everything red.

Megatron pondered on what Knockout said and smirked. How could he not be stressed, he was shot by some pesky humans with a weapon that could be lethal to every Cybertronian, he had his mechs looking for said humans and no one knew what would happen if something would go wrong and the humans would ambush them. On top of that he indeed had some seriously 'unreleased tension'. Every night cycle he dreamed the same dream of the same organic femme. He was way over the fact that she was organic, it wasn't an issue anymore, at this point he didn't know if it ever was an issue at all. The problem was that no matter what he did the dream returned with the same result. He tried to solve it before he went into recharge, 'by hand' as they say, but it did nothing other than give him some self-inflicted pleasure, and in the morning he was powering up only to find that his thermal blanked needed cleaning. If it was just physiological the self-handling would do the trick, but this time it wasn't just his body's needs, it were his spark's longings.

He made up his mind the moment the Sun flashed one last ray of light and simply disappeared leaving darkening skies. "Soundwave!" Megatron activated his comm link. "Give me the coordinates of the tracker device the Vehicons installed in the communication device of June Darby."

There was a single ping signalling that Soundwave got the message, immediately after that Megatron received a set of coordinates, latitude and longitude, from his trusted Third in Command. The transmission was ended by a blip that Soundwave used on rare occasion when he was in a good mood to signal 'good luck' and then a double ping: an equivalent of 'over and out'.

Megatron smirked, Soundwave clearly knew why Megatron asked for those coordinates, but they knew each other for a long time. Soundwave knew more about Megatron than anybody else. And Megatron knew Soundwave's secrets, including the fact that he kept blackmail material on his fellow Decepticons. Megatron considered Soundwave as the closest thing to the best friend a Decepticon could have, and he knew that Soundwave trusted Megatron more than any other Decepticon, enough to Megatron knowing why his TIC bid him good luck. Megatron sighed a deep vent, he felt bad for Soundwave, who of all the other mechs knew how Megatron felt right now.

The Warmonger never met Soundwave's consort, the femme passed on in an accident shortly before the riots started. She was, like Megatron's carrier, an explosive expert and she died because of a faulty detonator that went off before she could clear the area. Her spark casing was crushed when hundreds tons of rock fell over her while she was heading out of the tunnel leading to the area she rigged with explosives. Experts said that the detonator had to short-circuit due to high humidity in the area. The femme was symbiont carrier just like Soundwave, and shortly before the cave in she was permitted to carry one symbiont. Her charge was yet too young to accompany her to the tunnels and was left behind with Soundwave. The tiny mech was what saved by Soundwave's spark from following his mate, as her consort and symbiont carrier it was his duty to take over all of her symbionts. It wasn't the same as with sparklings, but enough to force him to carry on, especially that the mech was still very young. That was how Soundwave got his first deployer.

Megatron furrowed his opticbrows remembering the dark times at mines. He promised himself that if he'd ever got to bond with anyone, he would protect them from a fate such as Soundwave's mate's. 2]

That turned his thoughts back to June, he didn't know if it would work out between them but he was willing to give it the best try he was able to, and he knew that he wanted to protect the tiny, organic femme. Especially that he realised that his foes were dangerous to her. M.E.C.H. kidnapped her once, and her life was in peril, she lived only thanks to her son. Megatron growled. He grudgingly respected the human youngling; he was resourceful and capable of leadership, a son that every carrier could be proud of. But now it would be Megatron's job to protect June, not her son's.

Without preparations of any kind, or even warning he jumped off from the tower's top, after two seconds of free fall transformed and took off into the falling darkness to where June was.

oOo

Small military base, East of Area 51.

June was enjoying her shower after a tiresome day; there was an accident with a helicopter and two Hammers full of soldiers, every single one of them ended up with some kind of injury varying from bruises and flesh wounds to impalement. Blood was gushing like fountains from wounds, one guy brought his own foot (and it wasn't attached), it looked like some freakish highway pile up crash that she had the misfortune to see (and she saw quite a few every year). It didn't matter if it was a man versus truck or helicopter, the machine always won.

oOo

Megatron landed as quiet as he could. It was a small settlement, just a few houses on the outskirt of a small military base. In theory it should be guarded but there were no military installations there, just one large and couple of small buildings. The large one had to serve as hospital and the small ones held offices. Few ambulances stood in front of entrance and there was a helicopter painted as an ambulance on the roof. There wasn't any real fence, all Megatron spotted was a patrol of two soldiers.

The base was quiet, the office buildings were dark entirely, only the hospital was well lit. Personnel were either on duty or resting in their houses.

Megatron checked his coordinates and found a group of houses that stood in a row, one of them June's. Luckily the tracking device was active and he could trace it precisely, he only had to use his Size Shifter, he didn't want any unnecessary attention and his actual form would cause just that.

He focused, the Size Shifter required a series of transformations in order to compress his mass and do something about the weight that Megatron didn't care about (Shockwave was explaining it in such a language that Megatron almost fell into recharge, only Starscream and Knockout seemed to actually pay any attention). He began the process and after third transformation wanted to scream, his freshly healed protoform stung like Pit. Knockout was right, it was still very tender, but Megatron would rather off-line permanently than allow anything to stop him from what he wanted to do. And right now he wanted to shrink.

oOo

June wrapped herself in towel and left her bathroom. Jack was on a sleepover with Autobots, she allowed it because it was a summer holiday and her son deserved to have some fun now that he didn't have to get up early to go to school. He still had his part time job, but during the week it was in the afternoons.

She was about to dry her hair when she heard someone half knocking, half scratching at the back door and her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Who could that be? She didn't expect any guests and she was home alone. The fact that she was in the military area didn't make her feel any better. She quietly sneaked closer to her doors and whoever was on the other side knocked again, this time without scratching. She almost jumped, it was odd.

"June, I can hear your heart beating." Raspy voice was low, almost too quiet, but it was familiar.

She quickly lit up the light and opened her door. It was Megatron, leaning on the doorframe and holding his left side. "Megatron?"

"In person." He smiled weakly, the transformation was a glitch, he still felt the dull ache in his side, though it was passing slowly.

"Why? How… How did you found me? How… are like this?" The woman stared at the mech in disbelief.

"Soundwave can find anything and anyone he so wishes." Megatron's smile widened. "And about my size… It's the modifier, and it truly is unpleasant, especially when someone just healed over after being shot at."

"Oh my God!" June gasped. "Come quickly inside, you should sit down! And hide yourself from my neighbours."

Megatron complied happily; he really could use a sit at the moment. He took two steps into the house as June closed her doors behind him. He looked around, never before he was in human household, never before he could fit in. It was surprisingly similar to what could be seen in Cybertronian homes. The area he passed first, gently led by June, looked like area used for energon storage and preparation, there were cabinets and a sink, also few devices alien to him, but all in all it looked familiar. He then entered a room that looked like recreation area and he was sure that it was just that. He saw familiar setting in Autobots' base where the humans sat; only in here everything was neat and carefully arranged.

June dropped him on the couch, where he slightly sank in soft cushions, similar and yet different to what was used on Cybertron (where they used rubbery surfaces instead of soft organic materials).

"Thank you June." He said feeling better while sitting. "I find it both amusing and intriguing. Every time we meet at night, you're freshly out of cleaning and your hair is dripping water."

June blinked and then realised that she was wrapped in nothing but a towel. She blushed and gripped her towel tighter. "Oh, ah, can you wait here for a moment; I need to put something more on myself." And she was gone.

Megatron followed her with his optics and fed on the sight. The towel was big enough to cover her but nowhere large enough to cover enough of her. Megatron managed to catch delicious sight of woman's legs and shoulders, and that only sharpened his appetite for more.

She returned a moment later wrapped in a bath robe and Megatron had to fight the urge to groan. It was very nice, soft, fluffy robe but he hated it because the damned thing covered June entirely. He felt like he could fit inside that thing alongside with her… Which was an idea…

"How is your side?" The woman asked as she came closer. "You were supposed to take it easy; you know, not transform, fly or change size."

"Knockout cleared me, just said my protoform may be sore if I strain it too much." Megatron answered. "The size shifting was a little bit difficult though."

"I see you managed." June narrowed her eyes allowing her inner nurse to take over. "I wonder at what cost."

"Pardon?"

"I would like to take a look at your side." She pointed at his abdomen. "I am human nurse, but I've been around enough to know irritated protoform when I see it."

"It is fine. Knockout said all my welds absorbed." Megatron sank slightly deeper into the couch.

"That's very good, but I still want to see it. You might stress it a little bit too much in which case you should see a medic." She took one step closer. "Come on, don't be a child, I don't bite."

"I really should like you to not." Megatron laid a servo on his side.

"What's the matter? What's wrong with me looking at your protoform?"

"Nothing." Megatron suddenly felt like an idiot, he didn't want her to think that she disgusted him or that he didn't want her to touch him. "I just don't want you to look at me as a medic. A protoform… I do not know how to explain it to you…"

"Look, you barely escaped with your life and healed enough to walk around. I admit you did it faster than I could ever imagine, but even for a Cybertronian it was a lot. From what Ratchet told me you had gaping hole in your side, and he meant that literally." June sat on Megatron's left side. "Medic or not, I need to make sure that you're all right, that you didn't hurt yourself. Even if it doesn't hurt anymore, I still need to take a look. No buts."

Megatron vented deeply, if it was Knockout he would already be roaring at the red mech, but he knew that June was right. He could punish Knockout for insubordination (even if it was his job to whine about medical procedures) but June wasn't part of his crew and she wasn't even military. Instead she was a nurse soon to become doctor and she was treating her duties seriously.

"Only because I know that you won't quit." He raises his arm to give her better access.

She looked at his armour and then gently pushed her delicate finger between two plates levering one of them. It went surprisingly easy and the woman had a feeling that it was only because Megatron allowed it to be so. Underneath it was grey protoform, very smooth and almost as warm as human skin. The surface was marked by lighter, almost silver pattern of fresh scarring and the area around the silver marks was slightly darkened making the silvery streaks more prominent. Other than that everything was fine, the protoform was smooth and it nicely curved into side where transformation seam went from Megatron's arm pit to his hip, looking like thin, dark line.

"Just as I thought, it is aggravated but not much, you should leave it alone for few hours and it will be fine." June let go and the plating slid back into position. "But next size shifting, back to your regular size, will probably end the same as this one did. You really should wait with that at least couple of days more…" She wanted to say something more, but Megatron was focused on her ceiling as if he ignored her. "Are you listening to me?"

"Yes."

"What's wrong then?"

"I didn't want you to see my protoform for a first time as a medic." He answered lowering his gaze to her. "Protoforms are… intimate." He wasn't sure how much Ratchet told June, but she clearly didn't know about certain cultural details. "You see, due to our physiology our protoforms are mostly hidden all the time, covered by our armour. Parts of the armour are attached permanently and while they can be removed it is a difficult task and is performed only on rare occasions by a medic." He explained. "There are also parts of our armour that we can remove by ourselves. For Cybertronians seeing even a fragment of other's protoform that isn't normally visible is considered very intimate, except for medical purposes of course."

"I understand." June blushed slightly and then blinked and turned deep red. "Does that mean that when I was only in that towel…"

"Yes, very much." Megatron huffed warm air through his vents. "But I accept that for humans bare skin is less uncommon view."

"It depends on what part of the skin we're talking about." June fought her blush. "There are parts that we do not display in public."

"Shoulders and legs?" Megatron asked.

"Those we do show, but not always." June managed to make her face return to normal colour. "It depends on the occasion. And on many other things."

"June…" Megatron stirred on the couch and turned to the woman. "You know the species difference in our case… it is irrelevant. Cybertronians are compatible with few species outside of our own race and humans are one of the closest fits despite you being organic."

"I know." June nodded. "Ratchet said that we are Cybertronians' closest relatives in existence. Closer even than Quintessons, whoever they might be."

"June, don't talk about Ratchet now. Don't speak his name." Megatron felt his temperature rising. "Not now." He felt his fans starting to hum as they begun to work on their lowest speed. "I can't stop thinking about you." He admitted.

"Is that why you came?" The woman asked trying to sound calm but in reality she was far from it. Not knowing what to think and what to hope for. She wanted the Decepticon in from of her but she wasn't sure if it was wise.

"I came to you." He closed his optics for a moment, deciding what to do next.

He didn't want to force himself, the mere thought of taking any kind of femme by force was disgusting for him, more than that, it was the worst kind of atrocity that he could think of: to force oneself upon a femme, carrier mech or mech; mechanic or organic life form. Back in the days of old, during the twilight of the Golden Age, he saw enough of violence, abuse and rape done on members of lowest castes, and he swore he would never lower himself to that level. He could choose to be tyrant, to rule with iron fist and demand absolute obedience but there were always boundaries of what he would do and what he would allow. And all he demanded from his followers he demanded from himself as well.

"I dream about you every night." He said reaching for her robe and slighting it from her shoulders. "I see you every time I off-line my optics." He could feel smoothness of her skin, it was warm and delicate. "I couldn't take it anymore, I came to you." He devoured her with his optics. He never saw fully nude female as with Cybertronian femmes it wasn't possible and the few non-Cybertronians he ever met in more private situation never unrobed entirely in front of him. "If you will tell me to stop, I will." He promised. He needed her to know that he wouldn't harm her; he wasn't that type of a mech no matter what other might think about him.

"You said that there are parts of your armour that you can remove." June said feeling the fabric slighting off her arms, back and chest.

"I used to be able to remove my helmet, but not anymore." His fans switched to higher speed. "And removing helmet wasn't even viewed as private."

He leaned and brushed his lips against June's shoulder. He was so close; he dreamt of this moment, he needed to be slow to not scare this organic femme away.

"Megatron… "June was surprised at his gentleness but she wasn't sure if it was good idea.

"It is all right. I won't hurt you, I just want you." He travelled with his mouth to her neck. His venting became heavier and the air was hotter, he directed his venting mostly to two large vents on his back but June could still feel the hot blows coming from vents hidden underneath his helm. This hot air caressed her skin just as Megatron's lips were. He was leaving a trace of delicate nibs as he travelled a path on her neck and throat and moved to caress the other side of her.

"Isn't it a little too fast?" She gathered herself before her will could melt.

She would be fooling herself if she denied that she was curious and wanted to know Megatron from this side as well. She found him strangely attractive, which was odd with him being an alien robot from another planet and an enemy too. But while his proportions were slightly off, he was still very manly with broad shoulders, massive chest, narrow waist, powerful arms and legs. Not to mention his graceful gait, the way he swung his hips like a deadly predator (which he was, though she doubted that he had to hunt his energon) and the way his aft (as they called it) moved when he walked made her just want to grab it. And that was just his body, chassis, hull, whatever. There was his mind as well, just as delicious as his physical side. He was intelligent, smart, witty, strong willed, authoritative and never lost his cold blood, or energon. She knew she should be scared for life of this mech, he was dangerous and evil, and yet she wasn't. Maybe it was the fact that he promised not to harm her, and she knew that if Megatron made a promise he kept it.

"I don't want to wait anymore." Megatron growled pulling June closer and struggling to untangle her robe's belt. "If you want you can count each of our meetings at the Autobot base as separate date." He huffed into her neck when the damn stripe of fabric just tightened itself more. "And I know you want me too; I can smell your arousal."

June only sighed, she wanted it and there was no point in pretending that she didn't, especially with the slick mess between her thighs and the sensations that Megatron's lips were leaving on her skin. "Here, it's a bow nod." She followed Megatron's servo with her own hand. "You need to pull one of the loose ends… And it will undo itself." She pulled and the belt untangled itself.

Megatron just growled with satisfaction and pulled the robe open, nothing stood on his way, just the way he liked it. He pulled June even closer and felt her warm body against his, slightly cooler form. Her skin was amazingly soft under his touch. She was so small and fragile, he suddenly realized that he had to be very gentle if he wanted to live to his own words and not hurt her.

June felt Megatron's servos tracings her skin, his sharp claws moved with amazing gentleness but she already knew he was capable of it, his lips followed up to her jaw and then traced it until they ended on hers, parting slightly he kissed her softly at first and when she responded with the same he put a little more pressure into the kiss to which she responded by parting her lips. At the same time his servos found her breasts and it seemed that he was fascinated with them because he gently fingered them and lightly squeezed, this ended with June arching her back to press herself against him even more.

Megatron felt June moving under his touch, he knew that mammary glands were sensitive, but he still loved the effect he got, human femmes seemed more responsive than Nebulan ones (though he only had experience with one Nebulan female, and it was his only experience with organic female until now). The sweet scent of June's arousal filled his olfactory sensors when he opened his mouth to trace her jaw and lay a kiss on her lips. Kissing wasn't part of Cybertronian heritage, but females of many species enjoyed that, even Cybertronian femmes loved it, even though it only became popular during the war and was rather rare behaviour before. Decepticons were first to grow accustomed of it due to their more liberal methods of fulfilling their needs (of all kinds), Autobots followed much, much later.

Megatron felt June's lips parting under his attention and almost growled with satisfaction. He parted his own lips more and slid his glossa into June's mouth.

June felt something entering her mouth and assumed it was Megatron's tongue, or glossa as it was called. She never saw any, not to mention had it in her mouth and the feeling was very alien. Cybertronian tongues were different from human ones. They were flat, had three joints in them like Cybertronian fingers and they had a hole in the middle but they felt fantastic.

Megatron leaned forward and pushed June to her back, luckily they sat more to the right side of the couch so they had enough space. With June it wasn't much of a problem but he was still much taller than her, he only managed to get two meter height, which was slightly taller than six feet, he needed more space than her.

Re-arranging himself to rest safely above June, not to hurt her or put too much of a pressure on her, he leaned and kissed her again feeling that he was about to reach his limits when it came to foreplay. The pressure on his code piece was turning to be painful and he had enough of pain for the night after the size shifting sequence.

"June." He broke the kiss and looked at her with half closed optics. "Consent to me, I want you hear you saying it."

June forced her eyes to open and looked at Megatron, her pupils were dilated and she was flushed. "Continue, I want you to continue."

"Do you want me?" Megatron followed with his right servo down her side and rested it on her hip.

"Yes."

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He was panting with his mouth and head vents, sending all the hot air through vents on his back and his fans were roaring madly. Underneath him June was breathing heavily, her fingers still in seams of his armour; he could feel their light touch on his protoform there.

"Are you all right?" He asked not knowing what else to say.

"Better than ever." She responded and smiled. "But I would like my legs back down."

Megatron blinked and then lifted himself to allow June's legs to return to their more natural position. "Apologies." He murmured. "It seemed a good idea at the moment."

"It was great idea." Her smile grew wider. "I loved it."

Megatron's response was a kiss, he knew femmes loved kissing and he didn't mind it, but with June he enjoyed it very much. Then he straightened himself and looked around. "Shouldn't your son be alarmed by now by the noises?"

"He's out on a sleepover. He won't be home until morning." June lifted herself on her elbows. "All will be fine if we won't be loud enough to alarm my neighbours."

Megatron looked down at June, she looked tired and he himself could use a short nap as humans called it. He grabbed June and arranged them so she would be on top of him. "I suggest a short rest." He said tracing June's back with his servo. "And then a second round. I'm not even near of having enough of you for a night."

June laughed happily. "That's good. But next time, I'm on top."

That earned her surprised look, Megatron never found himself on the bottom; he always was the active one no matter what position he took during interfacing. He always was the dominant party.

"And we'll move to bed. Couch is way too small." June added in sleepy voice.

Megatron felt himself drifting into light recharge as well. But he was lucid enough to agree that bed would be much better for their intended activities.

TBC

1] I base my assumptions on the fact that the town was in driving distance of Autobot Base, which in turn was placed in surroundings very similar to Valley of Fire. The geographical details I got from Wikipedia because I'm not only not from Nevada, I'm not even American. I'm European and never been to Nevada, thus I must trust the info from the internet.

2] In Beauty of the Beast I mentioned that Soundwave was one of the biggest troublemakers during the riots, and this is why he was like that. Megatron said that he wasn't earning enough to try to start a family, but Soundwave and his mate were earning better as they had different jobs than Megatron, plus they didn't start a family. This will also serve as the reason why Soundwave (according to Primeverse) had his emotions deleted, in here it will be Shadowplay similar to Shockwave's, only in Soundwave's case it will be willing, not as deep and extended and it will only dull the emotions instead of deleting them completely, so Soundwave is more expressive than Shockwave (because he is, when he was fighting with Wheeljack we could see it in his movement, body language and in "One Less" he mocked Optimus, something that Shockwave would never do).