CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
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A brief announcement:
As some of you may have noticed, the rating of his work changed from "T" to "M." This was done by myself, because after a lot of debating I have decided I may take this to the next level. The next, ah, intimate level. There won't be anything "M" rated for a while, and I will be sure to put appropriate warnings at the beginning of chapters which contain that content should I truly decide to go that route. You are more than welcome to skip those chapters, or stop reading entirely, if this kind of material does not suit you.
With that said, I still intend to keep this mature and classy. There will be no explicit sexual assault or non-consensual (or dubious-consensual) material in this book. It's purely for the pleasure of our characters and for you. Again, if this still is not your cup of tea, it will certainly not offend me if you refrain from reading. I hope you guys still continue to enjoy this work, it has been extremely fun for me to write!
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Jack settled on Sunday as the day they were going to embark on their journey, lying to June that he was scheduled to work. She was his smallest concern, as she would be sleeping the day away, and had work that night; therefore they would not cross paths that day, which made it easier to sneak around.
It was the other helicopter-mom in his life he needed to worry about.
Arcee was also fed the lie casually, Jack assuring her he could make it to work on his own - his current hours were inconvenient for a weekend, and he felt Ratchet would not approve of using the Groundbridge needlessly to transport her to his home, have her take Jack to work, then sneak back through another bridge to continue her scouting. That was quite a bit of energon to "waste."
Jack was not entirely sure she bought the lie, given she not-so-subtly dropped the hint that maybe he should invite Vince to the base over the weekend. It was obvious she wanted to see if she could catch the two separated, and not apparently "sneaking around" together.
As much as it made him cringe, he could not approach Vince about the subject, either to continue the charade or warn him of Arcee's misgivings - if the bully got any wind that someone, robot or otherwise, thought they were an item . . . Jack would definitely lose that fight.
Then Vince would have one very ticked off Autobot, and one vengeful Decepticon on his hands; the latter of which did not abide by any laws outside of his own.
Speaking of which . . .
The rest of the week with Megatron was almost agonizing. He knew the mech's patience would only go so far, as his wandering servos and the occasional nip informed him. The ball was in Jack's court, yet he knew the Decepticon would only wait so long before making a move himself. There was that constant worry nagging in the back of his mind, a frenzy in which he wanted to continue this charade, yet things could easily go too far, too fast. They had a little less than two weeks before the end of the first month, and though he had a schedule to keep, he wished it did not come with the baggage and feelings chained to his ankle.
There was also the added frustration about how it felt good. As much as the thought made him feel like throwing up in his mouth, there was a part of him which enjoyed Megatron's presence, both physically and within the confines of his mind.
Your human body cannot help but bond to me.
As if he could not have made it sound any more creepy.
Yet Megatron was right - Jack was afraid to catch feelings, despite clearly already harboring some. He was afraid of what would happen if he lost control and gave in to the idea that maybe, just maybe, they could work. It made his body shudder to even realize he could contemplate such a thing, and yet there was the simultaneous flutter of his heart as he considered it. He continued to try looking at it through a third-person perspective because it was safe. If he lost that viewpoint, then when he blew past red flags he would not know until it was too late.
The problem was finding the proper balance between both sides - enough to convince Megatron while Jack retained his self. It would be difficult, as proven by the tyrant's impeccable ability to peer into his soul and read his inner thoughts.
Jack grimaced as he sprayed the bug spray on his skin, also grabbing a thick hoodie and slipping it on. Paranoid about how cold the Egyptian desert might get, he also stuffed an extra layer of clothes - including gloves and a hat - into his backpack, along with a couple bottles of water and a flashlight.
They were planning on meeting at the pyramids of Giza, the human trusting Soundwave to relay any security measures to Megatron so they could avoid getting caught - not that it mattered on his end, as they could easily bridge away. He was simply afraid of what the warlord would do to anyone who encroached on their time together.
Through his own research, he learned the pyramids had long ago been pillaged by grave robbers, leaving nothing but empty caverns and crumbs of history to be picked apart by archaeologists. Still, it would be interesting to explore, and perhaps they could poke around areas normal tourists could not.
He shook his head, banishing the thought. Yes, he was sneaking around with Megatron; but that did not mean he had to be a criminal. If this truly mattered to him, he would respect the dead. For all he knew, one of those tombs had once held his ancestors.
When the time neared for their "date," he slung the pack over his shoulder, double-checking he had everything he could possibly need in case of an emergency, including his cellphone. There were few things he could think of that were more humiliating than having to call the Autobots because he and Megatron were stuck somewhere, and he preferred to use it as a last resort.
Then again . . .
Turning off his phone he placed it in its charging place, hoping it looked like he simply forgot it. It was odd, going someplace without the device, however it was the only way he could guarantee he could not be tracked - and he had a stronger alibi.
Not sure if Arcee would buy the whole "I forgot my phone" thing again, but if she thinks I'm with Vince . . .
He cringed. Why couldn't she think he was with Sierra? That was a more pleasant scenario he would not mind lying about.
The Groundbridge blossoming in his room tore him from his thoughts, making him jump. Taking a deep breath to calm his erratic heart, he checked his watch, seeing it was one in the afternoon. It would be ten o'clock in Egypt, and sunset was at around six. The pyramids closed at 4:00pm, which meant they had the place all to themselves outside of the few security measures.
Here it goes.
Stepping into the Groundbridge, he hurried to the other side, jumping down from its slightly elevated perch and landing in the cool sand.
Immediately he was grateful for the hoodie, the air much chillier than the daytime temperature of Nevada. Suppressing a shiver he took a few steps forward, letting his eyes adjust to the night whilst the bridge closed behind him.
The silhouette of the pyramids were voids of deep black against the stars of the Egyptian sky, their eastern sides illuminated by the gentle moon, which was a little less than half "out" tonight. Instinctively he looked around, wondering if anybody knew he was there.
"I have surveyed the area. We are perfectly safe."
He turned, only partially startled by Megatron's declaration. The mech was in the shadow of the largest pyramid, his optics like bright beacons compared to their surroundings.
"So . . . where to first?" Jack asked, resuming his intake of the area around them. They were closest to the largest pyramid, though not too far away he saw another archaeological site, one he guessed was an entry-point into the pyramid, or the ruins around it. The other pyramids were off at quite a distance; walking distance, for sure, but it was in an expanse of open space, and he was not in the mood to risk running around conspicuously just yet.
"There are many areas you may explore," Megatron gestured towards the pyramid closest to them. "This is the largest of them, your Pyramid of Giza. We are able to enter it, should you wish. The three smaller ones are also accessible."
"Yeah, the pharaoh's pyramid, then his mom's, and two wives," Jack had done some research himself. "Though, uh, it's disputed as to whether or not he was actually a legitimate son of his mother and father, the pharaoh before him."
Realizing that did not answer his question, nor was a clear response to Megatron's rebuttal that all of the pyramids were accessible in some manner, he continued.
"Let's check out the big pyramid," he said, finally making a decision.
Megatron merely inclined his helm, inviting Jack to walk with him to the entrance. He quickly fell in pace with the tyrant, wishing he had printed out some kind of guide, or map, despite Megatron seeming to know exactly where to go.
The entrance to the pyramid was a humble thing, both of them requiring to bend down in order to get through, Jack worried that things were going to get very claustrophobic very quick with Megatron.
Realizing he was not going to be able to see anything without a light - even with the dictator's bright optics - he fished a flashlight out of his backpack, turning it on and looking around.
The beam of light illuminated just how small the hallway was, Jack turning to see Megatron was in a sideways, bent position in order to fit without carving huge marks into the walls. His red optics gazed at Jack, and he took that as his cue to keep moving.
It reminded him almost of how they had first met, face-to-face, underground. However, this time he hoped there was not a cave-in. Or that Megatron decided to shoot at him.
"These halls are rather tight," he said aloud, the silence of the pyramid unnerving. He then just realized they were in a tomb, where someone had been buried. They were essentially walking through the ancient Egyptian equivalent of a cemetery.
"Yes. However, there are areas of open space," the dictator answered him, a reassurance should Jack ever get claustrophobic. Though in this darkness, if he decided to have some fear of tight spaces, now was the worst time to have it.
Flashing his beam around he took the time to look around, taking in the bare walls of limestone and sand that had gathered over the centuries, displaced only by the tourist footprints which trekked here daily. He tried to imagine what the tomb was like thousands of years ago, how truly pristine they might have been with their hieroglyphs and treasures abound.
He had the urge to take off his shoes and feel the cool stones on his feet, however the idea of scorpions or spiders lurking in the shadows killed that desire instantly.
They paused when they got to a room not much larger than half of a standard bedroom, Jack looking around and his flashlight settling on what looked like a degraded bathtub. He frowned, trying to look for a plaque or explanation.
"The burial chamber," Megatron supplied, his voice reverberating against the stone, penetrating the silence. "Where they laid this pharaoh to rest."
Jack nodded slowly, blinking. "You mentioned that Amicus had been royalty . . . did you mean the son of a pharaoh?"
"Supposedly," Megatron gestured to the empty tomb, "just as with this one, it was disputed as to whether he was sired by his father."
Jack wondered, briefly, if these two were in some way related. It was bizarre to think about - what if he was related to the pharaoh who commissioned the Great Pyramid?
"Amicus suspected it was not the case, especially once he learned his mother and father failed to conceive multiple times. His mother claimed he was a gift from Hathor, their goddess of wind, women, and fertility," the dictator continued, his voice holding the same tone it always did when he recounted the memories of his consort, "his father resented this, and disgraced Amicus by pairing him with a woman who was a daughter from his harem. However, when the opportunity presented itself . . . he elected to sell Amicus, and rid himself of his bastard son for good."
The young man felt his heart seize with pity. "So he wouldn't have gotten the throne, married to someone who isn't royalty." He paused. "How many children did Amicus have?"
"He left the woman with one child, and one yet to be born," Megatron informed him, freely sharing the oddly specific information. His voice had lost its usual sharp edge, his optics gazing at the tomb, however they were not truly focused on it. Within a heartbeat they had snapped back to Jack, gazing at him with the same intensity as ever. "However, at least one managed to survive and continue his bloodline."
"Yeah . . ." Jack suppressed the urge to swallow with discomfort, hoping the darkness concealed when he looked away and did so. He took a breath. "Shall we move on to the next room?"
Megatron did not give an outright answer, but he followed Jack as the human lead the way through the pyramid.
Jack did his best to navigate through the narrow halls, Megatron occasionally cursing in his native language when his shoulder pauldrons scraped against the walls. He tried not to snort when it would happen, his mind otherwise preoccupied with the information provided to him.
Amicus, once the son of a pharaoh, denied the throne because his father despised his existence. Though one would think his mother touting the very idea of him being a demigod would make him more worthy, it instead had sealed his fate to being a disgrace to the royal family. And then, when Sentinel Zeta came to this world and found him . . .
It was understandable why Amicus would be so bitter about his lot in life, especially to the point of not caring about life anymore. He lost everything - his home, what was left of his family, and any shred of dignity he had left. Reduced to an object that did nothing but serve the desires of another being. A slave.
Of course Megatron would relate to him.
Stopping at the next chamber he watched the tyrant unfold and stretch, working the kinks out of his body and taking a moment to ensure nothing had gotten too stiff. He flashed his light around, disappointed by the lack of hieroglyphs. Having read the reviews on Google maps he knew what to expect, however it was still a shame. Surely there were other areas to explore which had them.
"You spoke Amicus' language, right?" He asked the tyrant. "Ancient Egyptian?"
"Yes," Megatron blinked slowly at him. "And as it is still in my data files, I am able to speak it now."
"Can you read it, then?" Jack continued, "I-I know there aren't any hieroglyphs here, but there might be in other parts of the ruins."
The mech tilted his helm. "No. As the ancients relied on what you might call pictures, I cannot decipher them knowing the spoken language alone. However, once I am able, I may access the world wide web and learn how."
Jack began to ask him what was stopping him now, then he remembered they were well below ground level, under what was likely tons of stone. Even the Cybertronians would not have a good signal down here.
"What did it sound like?" He asked.
An amused expression filled Megatron's face, and he spoke for Jack in the ancient language.
He was not sure what to expect when the very human language came from the tyrant's mouth, however he had not anticipated the many rolls of syllables and noises from the back of the throat. Each word seemed to bounce back and forth from the tip of his glossa down to his very voice box. Had Jack not known what it was, he would have assumed it to be from the Middle East, or one of the countries surrounding it - made sense, since Egypt neighbored the region.
When he finished the sentence, Megatron switched back to English flawlessly. "Was that a satisfactory sample?"
"What did you say?" Jack asked.
A sharp smile was flashed his way. "I doubt you would appreciate it if I told you."
He could not help the sudden blush which erupted across his face, seeming to go from his ears all the way down his neck.
"Keep it at least a little appropriate, Megatron," he huffed back, trying to suppress the fire which burned beneath his cheeks. A rumble told him the tyrant was laughing at him, however he did not give him further satisfaction by snapping, instead turning and continuing their trek through the pyramid. Despite his protest, he tried to think about what the mech could have possibly said, not having taken Megatron for a dirty talker.
Well, I also didn't take him for a mech who could love a human, so . . .
If what they could even call was love. All he had were Megatron's claims to go on; he assumed the dictator was correctly labeling his feelings as "love," but it easily could be anything else.
The cool Egyptian air felt like a relief when they reached the other side, Jack taking a deep breath and realizing just how stale the pyramid air had been. The contrast against his hot cheeks also felt nice, taking a moment to run his fingers through his hair to disperse the light perspiration which had collected at his forehead.
"That was neat," he said, turning his flashlight off and allowing his eyes to adjust to the dim lighting again. "I didn't expect there to be so many chambers. Or for the halls to be so small."
"They were designed for ancient humans, as well as for the deceased. They did not expect visitors," Megatron replied matter-of-factly, not realizing Jack was offering a veiled apology. He stood to his full height outside, his human companion trying to ignore the way he looked at him.
Instead, Jack let his gaze wander into the distance. "Is that the Sphinx?" He asked, jaw dropping just a bit.
Indeed, not far off from them was the part-woman, part-lion, part-eagle creature. Jack looked at Megatron, who merely gestured for him to lead the way if he so chose to.
Following the dirt path to the massive sculpture, Jack found a stone walkway they could access, walking along it as he gazed at the statue. It easily dwarfed the both of him, and he could tell that even if Megatron were to return to his true size, he would still look diminutive in comparison. Time had smoothed the edges, and cracks riddled her frame. Even with the distance between them and the low lighting, it was obvious her nose was missing.
"It's huge," Jack said quietly, taking it in as much as he could. Megatron said nothing in return, allowing him to look.
It was, admittedly, an impressive feat of human engineering. It had taken years, however he could not deny the organic's ingenuity to create. Technology was one of many things the Cybertronians took for granted, unable to fathom how humanity could be stuck in such primitive times . . . yet the species showed a drive to improve, to be better. They wanted to build these massive sculptures when the idea of metallic, mechanized machinery had not even passed their feeble minds. So, they developed the tools to get the job done.
Jack checked his watch, then quickly moved on to what appeared to be the beginnings of a temple. Stone columns rose from the ground, littering a path to the next pyramid. Though the bottoms were beginning to smooth from years of oily hands touching them, the tops still sported graceful carvings, however even those were merely shadows of their former glory. Jack refrained from touching the stone, contenting himself with just looking, occasionally turning on his flashlight for a better view.
It was a pity they had to sneak around during the dead of night, as the human's poor vision did not allow him to take in the entirety of the magnificence. Perhaps another time, Megatron would find a way to take him even while other humans were around.
The thought gave him pause, as he considered life with this human outside of the war. Megatron would never be able to domesticate, as he was far too entrenched in the habits of war and battle, yet he could see these little things. After defeating the Autobots, conquering Cybertron, he could divert his efforts to developing technology which would allow him to better blend in with the human environment. He could strut around with Jack in public, and everyone would be none the wiser.
He could see a long, drawn-out moment of a stalemate, as Jack would likely have to come to terms with the new reality that his Autobot friends were prisoners of war. The human might even try to bargain with Megatron, convince him to release his friends while hanging their relationship over his head. Megatron intended to get to him, though, before that happened. He intended to have Jack completely, utterly dedicated to him - it would take work, yet he was determined to be successful.
"Hey, are we going into the next pyramid?"
The question drew him out of his thoughts, Jack standing at the entrance. It was just as small as the first, yet Megatron was not annoyed about it. If anything, he was just pleased to be here, with Jack.
"If you wish," he said smoothly. This trip was to be for Jack, though he was gladly there to milk every drop of time he could spend with him. As much as his servos craved to be touching him, he had to be patient. There was still tonight, after all - the sun had yet to set in Jasper, Nevada.
Jack disappeared into the mouth of the pyramid, turning his flashlight on and looking around. It was just as plain as the first one, however he was delighted to be here. The likelihood he would be here again was slim - at least, without Megatron. There was always the possibility the tyrant would bring him here again, to remind him of why they were playing this dangerous game.
Gazing past one of the grates, he looked inside to see a multitude of doorways exiting a chamber, treasure rooms that were emptied long ago by grave robbers. He wondered what kind of things used to be stored there - was it gold and silver? Or perhaps cats, servants, soldiers? What laid to rest inside of this pyramid besides its pharaoh?
The trek was quiet save for their footsteps, Megatron not cycling his vents in this stale air - Jack wished he could do the same.
After the second pyramid he broke out a water bottle, taking several long drinks from it. Megatron was gazing up at the stars while he did so, Jack wondering if the Nemesis hovered above them, cloaked by some kind of device or too high up in the atmosphere for him to see in the night sky.
Finishing his water, he glanced at his watch again. It had already been an hour and a half, which was pretty good time, and there was plenty left before his mother would wake up and go to work. There would be a window in which Jack had to get back, because she would text him that she was on her way to the night shift, and usually within the half hour he was able to reply to her. Too soon, or too late, and it would be weird - he could not afford another slip-up.
He supposed he could camp out in his room and not make a noise if they finished up early, however it felt less risky to truly be gone from home.
"There is the third pyramid, should you wish to also explore it," Megatron broke the silence. "If time permits for you."
"Yeah, we have plenty of it," Jack assured him, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "I'd love to finish off the three pyramids."
They walked to the final, smallest pyramid, Jack less hesitant about entering it this time. Megatron was always getting updates from Soundwave as to the security details, which at this moment were fairly lax, thus he was not worried to allow the organic to become a little more adventurous.
This pyramid tested his limits, as the corridors were quite narrow and even required crouching in some areas. He could shrink just a touch smaller, however with each adjustment came a larger dent in his energon reserves. Still, he was able to follow Jack through it, watching him appreciate the architecture with amusement.
Yes, he would have to find a way to safely bring him to Cybertron once it was restored. There, anything on Earth would pale in comparison.
Once they were through, Jack took advantage of their remaining time to look at the rest of the ruins, taking Megatron along as they explored the ancient structures in depth, whittling away the hours slowly but surely. He wanted to see everything, absorbing this piece of history with every fibre of his being.
Megatron, too, took the time to appreciate what he could about it. He tried to imagine Amicus amongst a rich empire, even considering what would have happened had he been pharaoh. There was certainly an air of control and leadership he kept around himself, a predatory grace which Megatron had come to respect.
They eventually came to a stop in the shadows of the large pyramid, Jack finished off a water bottle and sighing as the date was beginning to come to a close. Megatron was looking up at the pyramid, or at least past it into the stars, his processor appearing to be somewhere else.
There was distance between them, which the human found kind of odd. Though his initial assumption was that he himself had unconsciously kept his space, he also wondered if Megatron was holding back, somewhat. But for what?
Jack took another breath, deciding to find out for himself, then strode forward until his head had to crane up to properly look at the tyrant. In the corner of his eye he could see the Cairo lights in the distance, having realized about halfway through their journey that the city was, actually, not that far away. Far enough that they did not need to worry, however it was closer than expected.
He gazed at Megatron, the tyrant's optics refocusing on his face, also looking back expectantly. Despite his reluctance to acknowledge any sort of amity towards the Decepticon, he had to admit he liked this.
"Thank you, Megatron," he said, deciding honesty was his strongest ally at the moment, though it felt weird to be thanking him. "I . . . I had a fun time. I really liked it here."
"Yes, this has been an enlightening experience," the mech agreed, still standing straight and tall against the night sky. "I am pleased you chose this location."
"Well, haven't been bit by a mosquito yet, so I'd have to say I am too," Jack tried to joke, though Megatron did not laugh. He hoped he still found it amusing, however there was doubt as to whether his humor translated for the tyrant. There was a moment of silence, Jack unable to help the shiver down his spine as Megatron continued to stare at him intensely.
It had been like that since the first night he had denied the tyrant what he wanted - a kiss . . . maybe something more. Every night, up to tonight, the tension built between them to the point it was nearly unbearable, tension for a sign that this was going in the direction he wanted. A human gesture, for sure, as Jack never heard of the Autobots speaking about exchanging such pleasantries. However, they did not have the same exposure to human courtship that Megatron had been privy to.
A shiver raced down his spine as the smoldering optics traced his face, lingering on his lips and causing them to tingle. He felt his throat close, heart beating in his chest, hard and pounding whilst his cheeks warmed. Maintaining eye contact with the tyrant - well, as much eye contact as he could - his hands slowly moved up and slipped the straps of his backpack off his shoulders.
Megatron's optics flashed, the motion far more erotic than perhaps what was intended. The drop of the pack meant he was surrendering a piece of protection, an impediment on the dictator's servos. It was a nonverbal indication to him that things were about to get a bit heated.
Jack took a breath as he reached up to wrap his arms around the mech's helm, his lips throbbing in anticipation. He felt Megatron subtly lean forward, prompting him to rise to his tip-toes and meet him in the middle as a strong EM field enveloped him. Servos took his hips, their touch like searing fire even through his hoodie. He tilted his head, eyes closing as their lips connected.
The feeling was strange, the metal warm to touch despite the cool Egyptian air. The scars added a rough texture he was unprepared for, and for a split moment he could almost convince himself they were human.
He had intended for it to be a chaste kiss, one which lingered and allowed him to feel out his reaction on the situation. So it was an unpleasant surprise when Megatron did what should have been expected of him: he claimed Jack.
One servo wrapped around him further and gripped his head, tangling in his hair, Jack unable to help the yelp of surprise as the other snaked around the back of his thighs and hoisted him up, gripping him closer to a metallic frame. Their lips were still locked, the Decepticon's grip in his hair making it impossible for him to move away. Jack's fingers immediately scrabbled for some kind of purchase, a way to control the situation before he was consumed by the beast.
"Megatron," he gasped against the kiss, however the name only intensified the pressure against him, denta scraping his skin as digits tangled in his locks and pulled. Hands eventually managed to wiggle their way to his chest, pushing against him as Jack finally began to struggle. "Stop."
The word had an immediate effect, though denta had already secured his bottom lip and bit, Jack tasting blood. The possessive grip around him loosened but did not let go, Megatron's helm dipping low as he vented heavily into his neck. Every puff of air sent chills through him. Jack was left staring at the sky as he waited in tense anticipation for the next move. His heart was racing, fear scurrying through his veins as he wondered what would happen.
When Megatron had picked him up his legs had wrapped around the Decepticon's waist, leaving him hanging onto the tyrant whilst an arm supported his legs, sharp servo gripping the underside of his thigh. His hands were gripping his chest plates tightly, threatening to break skin and bleed there too.
Things had gone too fast, and Jack was terrified.
"I just . . ." he suddenly felt the need to apologize, feeling his eyes heat up as scared tears threatened to fall. "I didn't- it was just too intense."
His bottom lip throbbed, and he began to regret what he had done. Of course Megatron would do this - any small amount of permission was enough for him. He had no boundaries, not qualms with taking what he deemed to be his. This was a mistake-
"I know," Megatron's quiet rumble sent tingles from his neck down to his fingertips. Scarred lip plates connected with the skin there, but the sharp denta stayed far away. "Forgive me. I became a bit excited by your sudden openness."
"Excited is an understatement," Jack breathed, relaxing as the servo in his hair gently began to massage his scalp, calming him down slowly. His heart still beat in his throat, simultaneously threatening to break out of his ribs. "Slow, Megatron. I need slow."
"And I need you. So we must compromise."
Jack had no idea if that was supposed to be some kind of flirtatious statement, yet he was certain it got the desired effect as it sent a jolt of electricity down his back. Another kiss pressed against his skin, this time more insistent, and Jack wondered if there was also neediness there with it. If so, he had to restrain himself from laughing like a borderline pscyho.
Megatron, needing me?
It was bizarre, for certain.
He took several breaths, trying to catch the air which had escaped his lungs, as equally desperate to slip out of the situation as he. As the adrenaline in his veins weaned away, he noticed the edges of his vision become crisper. Blinking away what would have been tears, he looked back down at Megatron.
Their kiss had been incomplete, and he once again desired another chance, as his scarred derma continued to drift across what skin they could reach on the side of his neck. Jack would have been lying if he said he did not share similar sympathies.
"We can try again. But make an effort to be gentle," Jack told him, leaving no room for argument. "And don't bite me."
Megatron moved his helm, needing no more invitation as they kissed again.
Jack sucked in a breath as he adjusted for the tyrant's benefit, hands moving to touch the sides of his helm and ensure he stayed restrained. This was much better, as he now felt some control of the situation. It was chaste, the points of Megatron's helm touching his cheeks as his servo wandered down his back, the one beneath him increasing its grip on his thigh. The touch sent a burst of tingling through his leg, both an unpleasant yet satisfying jolt of electricity.
The human made a hiss-like noise, yet to his annoyance Megatron ignored it. He did keep his wandering "safe," however Jack was no idiot. If given the opportunity, he would help himself to whatever part of the human he wanted.
Finally they parted, Megatron's ventilation cycle having only intensified. He was more worked up than the human had ever seen him, Jack wondering just what in the Allspark was going on in his helm.
As Jack regained his full senses he could feel just how hot Megatron was, small streams of steam coming off of his frame. He refrained from asking the question which pushed at the forefront of his mind, not wanting to open that can of worms.
He suppressed the shudder in his body, not wanting to even imagine what that meant. Still, he had some dark satisfaction with the idea that he, a mere human, could drive one of the deadliest creatures in the galaxy down to his most basic, primal instincts.
More kisses trailed down his neck, the denta teasing him yet never truly breaking his skin. Megatron gripped him tightly, having no intentions of letting go.
Jack sighed, hating to be the bearer of bad news. "We shouldn't stay much longer. I have to get back soon."
Megatron growled against his neck, displeased. Yet, miraculously, he carefully released him down to the ground, his optics glowing bright. So bright, in fact, that they almost appeared more white than red.
"We will continue where we left off," the Decepticon promised, his voice much deeper and raspy.
"At my pace," Jack reminded him, touching his lip. "And carefully. I'm going to have to find a way to explain this to my mom."
Another displeased noise, however Megatron did not say anything to that while Jack collected his backpack. Slinging it over his shoulder, he took one last look at the pyramids.
"Thank you again, Megatron," he took a breath. "I'll see you tonight."
"Until tonight, Jack."
With that final send-off, a Groundbridge opened up for Jack, and he returned home, still tasting blood in his mouth.
