CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Warning: Explicit (consensual) sexual content continued. This is the final chapter in this string which will have explicit sexual themes; the next chapter will not contain explicit sexual themes. So if this content is not for you, I will (hopefully) see you in the next update. :) Thank you for everyone's continued support, enjoy!

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Waking up with his face buried into the pillow, Jack realized he was alone.

Blinking and sitting up with a soft groan he looked around, flushing when he looked across the room to see a mirror facing the bed, showing him his nakedness in full. On instinct he grabbed the boxers, flinching as his muscles ached with mild cramps, realizing they were shredded well beyond repair. Sighing, he stood to continue his search for Megatron, the villa strangely quiet. An irrational fear that the Decepticon had left him briefly flashed through his mind, however he forced himself to forget it.

Abandonment issues, great.

He turned in a slow 180, using the motion to stretch out some of the stiffness in his muscles whilst raking his eyes across the window to see if Megatron was outside, feeling the dry tackiness of his sweat clinging to his skin.

Debating on whether to search around for the mech or take what was clearly a desperately-needed shower, eventually he settled for the latter. Neither of them were likely to go very far, and if Megatron decided to look for him . . . well, he did not have many places to check.

Besides, why did Jack have to be the one to go searching?

Though he was at first planning on a shower, the warm onsen sounded like a great place to slick off the grime. It was not like he was going in totally muddy, a reassurance as he initially balked at the idea of bathing in the water. He would not be using any soaps, a fact which did not truly bother him. Again, the only dirt of his body was what he himself produced, something easily washed away in the healing waters.

It was decided, Jack eagerly stepping out to return to the pool. The steaming onsen was empty, leading him to conclude Megatron was in the shared main room of the villa. Of course, he could simply turn to look, however he felt if he did then he would feel obligated to join him. And right now, he was in the mood for another, slightly longer soak.

Doing a final stretch, the young man yawned prior to sliding into the pool. This time he took a few steps and settled near the center, taking a breath then sinking below the surface. He did not stay long, counting to five then popping back up again, pushing his hair from his face. The warm water was perfect, and he felt as if he could stay here forever.

Jack spent a lot of time in the onsen, eventually settling back against the edge and staring up at the sky while slowly darkened overhead, the night time creeping across the horizon.

There was no going back from this now - at least, not as easily as before. He knew he should have said no and demanded to be released from Decepticon custody; after all of the pain, the healing, to simply thrust himself back at Megatron was a blatant display he had not learnt his lesson.

And yet . . . neither of them were explicitly to blame for what happened; misunderstanding sounded like an understatement, the young man finally settling on lack of communication as the core of their problem. If they had just been able to talk, then perhaps things could have been mended before things went too far. But Megatron had instead stayed away, distancing himself out of concern he would hurt Jack.

Though it could be argued such reasoning was grounds to conclude if Megatron felt he could not control himself around Jack, then he would eventually intentionally hurt him, he did not think that was the case. He truly believed Megatron was afraid of himself. The Decepticon knew he was a monster, and he feared at one point he would lose himself so much he could not differentiate friend from foe - lover from enemy.

Pitying him was not the way to go, yet Jack felt sorry for all of them. While one side of a war was arguably better than the other, and some day one of them would win, they were all losers in one aspect or another. They lost so much that even Optimus occasionally looked like he did not know what he was fighting for anymore.

Megatron at least had Jack, now. Someone who could never be his ally, but at least kept whatever small bit of sanity he had left intact.

He took a breath, sighing softly into the night as cricket chirps started up slowly. Jack wondered if it was healthy to consider himself in such a light, or if he was just making excuses again.

Eventually he rose from the pool once his skin started wrinkling, exiting and grabbing the pile of clothes he previously left outside. Looking up he saw Megatron reclining on one of the couches, a rather amusing sight, his panel back in place and a Cybertronian tablet in his servo, one as small as any human device. Strange, though Jack figured he would only become more confused if he asked questions.

Their eyes met once Megatron realized he was being looked at, flashing him a grin. Jack couldn't help but smile back, stepping into the bedroom and throwing his clothes to the side before making his way into the common room.

As he passed by the dining table he noticed a small stack of energon placed atop it, the glowing cubes appearing very out of place in the human abode. He was not really hungry, finding he appeared to need less energon than he would food regularly.

"Sufficiently recharged?" Megatron inquired from his place on the couch, helm tilted to face him.

"I think so," Jack nodded, continuing his trek towards the warlord.

Seeing he had no intentions of stopping, Megatron set the tablet to the side with a grin, shifting his weight on the couch so Jack could easily slide into his lap. Talons wrapped around his hips, pulling him close. He settled against him, well aware he wasn't wearing a single piece of clothing, leaning into his warm chest.

"I thought this was a break from everything?" He teased lightly.

An ex-vent escaped the mech, his expression briefly appearing annoyed.

"Soundwave had procured a few . . . status updates which required my attention," his cryptic answer did not go unnoticed, however Jack knew better than to pry. If their previous rules still stood, then it was not his place to inquire about war-related activities.

He dared to let his fingers trace the Decepticon symbol, feeling what had to be a minute shiver from the warlord below him. It was so strange, how normal they seemed to be, just sitting there, entangled in one another. As if they weren't from two completely different planets, different species, different sides in this war. It was an odd mix of ambience he could not decide whether he liked or not.

Talons ran down his spine, caressing skin with careful gentleness. Jack was happy to just sit there in silence for some time, the tyrant's EM field buzzing lazily against his skin. Though he could accurately anticipate this quiet could be easily broken if he so desired, he wondered if Megatron would be satisfied with another round similar to what they had done before. He would still find it pleasurable, but surely the experienced mech would become quickly bored of it.

"Weird question, maybe," Jack broke the silence, not sure how to word it and his cheeks became warm with blush. "Um . . . what position do you like? Or prefer? In a uh . . . intimate context?"

When Megatron did not make any noise to indicate he heard, Jack shifted to look up at him with mild concern. Relaxing once red biolights met his eyes he realized the mech was considering his question. He appeared amused by the inquiry, digits tapping against his skin thoughtfully.

"May I demonstrate to you, rather than tell?" The warlord asked in turn.

His blush intensified, Jack nodding slowly. "Just . . . go slow."

Sharp denta flashed at him.

"As slow as you desire," servos held his hips, Jack twisting and laying back on the couch. Looming over him, Megatron's servos hooked his legs by the underside of his knees, bringing his legs up and over until they draped across his shoulders, resting against the first curve of his pauldron comfortably. Arms moved, resting on either side of him as the Decepticon pushed forward so they were nearly face-to-face. His panel touched between his legs, Jack's breath hitching in the same motion they met for a kiss.

Megatron moved, grinding into him eagerly and eliciting a moan from his partner. Jack did not know what to do with his hands, but that problem was once again solved by servos clasping around them, bringing his wrists up to trap them to the couch.

"Mmm . . ." he shivered, Megatron's glossa filling his mouth with hungry passion. He pushed his hips against his warm panel, dizzy for more, the thought of having both holes filled by the warlord getting him hard.

"Fuck," the word slipped past his lips before he could stop it, eyes flutteirng in surprise. Jack was not one to swear, having been raised to treat words with a great amount of respect. It was a genuine exclamation, though, as he would have never guessed the idea of being penetrated would sound so good. The idea of his body bending and writhing against Megatron was enough to make his dick ache with arousal, just like when he first imagined riding him against the villa wall.

A chuckle drifted across his neck, kisses working their way down his column.

"What a filthy word," Megatron released a wrist to curl digits into his hair, Jack tilting his head back obediently to expose the underside of his chin. More kisses rewarded him, the tyrant nipping at him affectionately. "Though I find it far more expressive than any frag could ever convey."

"I still want you to go slow . . ." Jack struggled to catch his breath, wanting to communicate his wants - his needs - and yet not turn it into a long-winded conversation. Megatron locked eyes with him, Jack knowing exactly what to say next: "But I want you to fuck me."

Red optics flashed, grip in his hair tightening as his head was yanked back, mouth meeting his in hungry abandon. Denta scraped his lip, pushing into his flesh before the glossa returned, invading him in passionate exploration. Hips ground into his own, rubbing his throbbing erection with enough friction to drive him crazy. His free hand searched for the tyrant's panel, thumb sliding beneath it once the tell-tale click informed him of its release, casting it to the side.

The kiss moved from his mouth to his neck, denta sinking into his trapezius with unbridled desire to mark him. There was no protest from the young man, his body instead arching up for more, pressing into him in wanton need. Another bite and he gasped, wondering how many the tyrant was going to leave on him.

He found he did not particularly care.

Within a few moments he felt something else press against his throbbing tip, rubbing into it in long, practiced strokes. An embarrassing mewl gurgled from his throat, cheeks flushed as he looked down to see what felt so good against him.

Megatron's spike did indeed look like a penis, expertly proportioned to the mech's size. Its tip was thick and already dripping with lubricant, slicking down his shaft in its entirety. Jack felt himself flex in nervous and excited anticipation, his hand snaking between his own legs to touch it.

The metal was as warm and soft as the mesh of his valve, engorged with energon so that it might stand erect. It pulsed in his hand to the beat of the mech's spark, causing him to shiver. Megatron moaned deeply into his skin, heavy ventilations betraying how close he already was to overload. Jack slowly began to rub up and down its length, feeling the textured ridges with his palm. His fingers carefully teased the tip, coating them in its thick lubricant.

The warlord groaned again, freeing Jack's other wrist to touch himself, coating his digits in his warm fluid. The human shivered as it dripped down his body, sliding past his perineum to coat his anus. Megatron began grinding against him again, both of them becoming soaked in his slick in preparation to penetrate his partner. Jack used both hands to brace himself against the couch and grind back, panting and moaning as the stimulation brought him closer to climax.

When Megatron pulled back a little further he knew what to expect, taking a deep breath while another kiss briefly captured his lips. Scars teased his own, eventually pulling again to murmur to him:

"Relax. This will not be one fluid motion."

He nodded, taking a deep breath and releasing it, along with a touch of his anxiety. Consciously relaxing his muscles, he felt Megatron's tip breach his entrance, waiting for him to catch his breath before pushing a little more. The small increments were a blessing, Jack not feeling overwhelmed in the least bit. Once Megatron was well inside him he too paused, engine purring with delight.

"The hard part is over," his optics glittered, heavy vents causing his chest plates to rise up and down dramatically. "Now you can slide on me as much as you please."

Jack nodded, taking another breath while adjusting his hips. He found it was easier than he expected to take Megatron in, suspecting the lubrication - as there was quite a lot of it - made everything smoother. Perhaps what made it easiest was he was doing this himself, without Megatron relying on guessing when he reached his limit. It was his pace, and despite his fears he would be too slow for Megatron's liking, the ravenous look in his optics said otherwise; the dictator was eager to consume him regardless.

He pulled Megatron back towards him using his legs, kissing him and slowly becoming one once more. It was hard to tell how much he had left to go, however he continued moving his hips down, ecstatic as the Decepticon filled him in a sinfully satisfying way. Another gentle movement, and white suddenly burst behind his eyes, pleasure zipping up his spine from a place deep inside him. He gasped and groaned in surprise, back arching.

This time it was Megatron which moved, grinding his hips into him slowly, carefully, yet effectively enough to stimulate that spot again. Jack unabashedly made more noises of intense pleasure, gasping his name as he filled his body with growing warmth. He writhed, moving his hips in tandem to dare to let him go deeper, spike stretching his walls and drenching them with lubricant.

His mouth opened obediently for him the moment their lips met, moaning, the feeling was everything he hoped it would be. His tongue pressed against the intruding glossa, muffling his pleasure as the Cybertronian kept moving, thrusting deeper into him with every stroke. Eyes flew open once their hips connected, his muscles squeezing all the way down to the mech's hilt. Megatron's armor shuddered with his flex, grinding against him passionately. They exchanged kiss after kiss, noises of their intimacy intertwining to the point where neither could tell if it was the other who moaned.

The back of Megatron's digits rubbed against Jack's shaft, occasionally brushing against his tip at the same time he rolled his hips, both intense spots of pleasure shooting bolts through his core. Every touch forced his back into a rigid arch, hands gripping armor with fingernails digging into energon lines. He felt the familiar sensation of his climax nearing its peak, only a few more well-placed strokes away from exploding from within. He gasped, wanting more before he became overstimulated.

"Megatron," he mewled as their hips ground together, another stroke rubbing against his shaft and leaving him breathless, "fuck me."

Servos moved, gripping Jack's thighs first and arranging them just as he desired; taking his command as permission he started to thrust more purposefully, short bursts intensely massaging his pleasure center. Jack threw his head back with a cry of amazement, watching him adjust his position to brace his servos on either side of him, thrusts elongating and going faster, harder. His tip pushed into him repeatedly, sending delicious flames licking up his torso every time it rubbed the sensitive bump.

He moaned, uncontrollably crying out his name and begging for more, his praises muffled by a thick glossa. The tyrant filled him completely, buzzing EM field flooding his senses, smothering him until he could not begin to discern where he ended and the mech above him began.

Jack squeezed him, the final thrust sending him into wild ecstasy. His body jerked, shivering warmth splattering across his abdomen, some daring to even touch his chest. Megatron continued to move, intensifying the after-effects of his orgasm as he pursued his own climax, Jack moving with him, not wanting the feeling to end just yet. More kisses, letting the warlord pin him to the couch and continue having his way with him, shaking with unbridled delight.

Pulling back, Megatron pushed himself all of the way inside, penetrating him deep and giving an extra thrust for good measure, burying himself completely into his human as his overload burst from his spark, coating his cables with its intoxicating bliss. He vented deeply into Jack skin, the two of them catching their breath and cooling their systems after the intense intimacy.

Jack felt his legs start to ache softly in protest, the rest of his body catching up from where it had left off before being stunned by pleasure. He relaxed his grip on Megatron's cabling, leaning his head against his helm as they remained in the silence for a little longer, taking time to absorb what had just happened.

A few more beats and the Decepticon stirred, grinning into his neck.

"Though initially against penetration . . . this was a wonderful surprise," he purred against him.

Shivering again, he dared to flex and squeeze the mech again, grinning a little when it caused him to grunt. He closed his eyes.

"I . . . I liked it," he admitted, "more than I thought I would."

A puff of air escaped him as Megatron slowly pulled out of him, gently manipulating his legs so his hips could finally rest against the cushions of the couch. He leaned forward, the lightest of kisses brushing his lips. Jack kept it short and chaste, feeling the grime of his cum and the sweat of his body, now most definitely needing a shower instead of just soaking in the onsen.

Blue eyes fluttered open, gazing at hooded red optics.

"It might be a tight squeeze . . . but maybe we could take this to the shower?" He asked.

A genuine laugh softly rattled Megatron's chest, servos scooping him up in the same motion he rose from the couch.

"It would be my pleasure," the Decepticon adjusted his hold, carrying Jack bridal-style back towards the bedroom. He remained pressed into his chest, feeling the comforting burn beneath his armor which kept his skin warm. They barely made it into the threshold of the room when Megatron was kissing him again, Jack wondering if he wanted to do a bit more experimenting.

He wasn't sure he was ready for true shower sex yet, fearing the classic slip-and-fall which would result in a cracked skull. That was certainly not sexy - no pun intended in the slightest.

Gingerly he settled on his feet as Megatron set him down, the organic taking the time to explore the shower - a stand-up with a sliding door, thankfully large enough to fit the both of them comfortably. He turned on the water, realizing his fingers were coated in energon. Inspection of his other hand revealed energon beneath his fingernails, eyes widening.

His feeble little nails had gripped Megatron's back so hard it cut open some of the more delicate energon lines, wondering if it hurt.

The dictator made no mention of it, though his simpering expression made it clear he knew what Jack was silently asking. At this point the shower was starting to steam, the water now hot enough to comfortably step in.

The sound of water smacking metal was startling, though Jack relaxed once Megatron settled into the shower with him, body angled so the water could hit them both. It was at this angle Jack realized his spike was still up and erect, glowing energon veins running laterally to his shaft.

Tilting his head back he instinctively ran his fingers through his hair, allowing the water to hit his chest and wash away the cum which remained. Megatron's systems hummed gently, kicking off a self-cleaning cycle which would take care of himself, the water making it easy to wash away. He was pleasantly surprised when Jack's hands returned to his chest, touching the plating and chasing water droplets in random patterns.

It appeared he was rather easily amused, Megatron watching him as he continued to touch and explore. Pleasant shivers ran down his spinal strut, leaking into armor on the back of his legs to lace around a throbbing valve. Though he easily got off on the power of penetration, to make Jack cry out his name with nonsensical words and pleasure, there was something far more intense and gratifying about how he spread his valve, entering him eagerly to be encased in the pulsating warmth.

The organic would need some time for his biological reserves to be replenished, however the warlord could wait. After all, Jack had already proven he could do many other things to give his partner climax.

The thought made his spark spin in anticipatory excitement.

Blue eyes paused once they wandered from his chest to between his legs, watching his systems work.

"What are you doing?" He questioned, clearly noting the excess amount of lubricant coming from his spike.

"A cleaning cycle has begun," Megatron touched his own spike, wiping away some of the lubricant and allowing it to disappear into the human sewer systems. "It is more for your health than my own, as your biological pathogens cannot harm me."

Jack nodded slowly, watching him touch himself again, the thorough process leaving nothing behind. He could also see lubricant leaking from his valve, the wetness an inviting sight.

A soft nuzzle jolted him from his thoughts, tilting his head up to meet the mech's face and offer him a little kiss. Naturally, it evolved into more than just that, arm encircling his waist the same time his mouth was filled with the other's glossa. He wrapped his arms around his neck, draped against strong shoulders in a lover's embrace.

Jack took a breath once they parted, his body twitching against his will. His eyes fluttered, looking into deep red optics. Megatron adjusted his hold, servo lightly cupping his butt in a way that made his spine stiffen.

"Easy . . ." He flushed. "Probably can't do that again for a while."

Megatron tilted his helm, sharp denta flashing in a grin. "Would you feel inclined for a repeat in the future?"

Excited heat ran from his fingers down to his toes, body quivering with soft energy.

"I . . ." He paused, faltering for a brief moment, attempting to sort the emotions whirling through him. The young man took a breath. "Things I couldn't do with anyone else . . . I want to do with you. Even in the beginning, I just . . . I don't know what it is."

"Trust," Megatron offered, free servo brushing digits against his cheek, "something I, perhaps, have unfairly earned after what I had done."

"Maybe," Jack closed his eyes, leaning into the touch. "I still struggle, even now, because . . . of everything. You have never hurt me, but you scare me."

Derma pressed against his forehead. "Then I will reassure you, each time, I mean no harm," the dictator ran his digits down his back, iliting a shiver. His helm tilted, bringing his derma down to brush against his ear. "This, and the war, are separate."

Amused smile graced Jack's lips. "Guess we should make love, not war then, huh?" He teased softly.

Megatron's optics darkened, mirroring his expression. "I wholeheartedly agree, ibib."

Jack did not protest the kiss one bit, wrapping his arms around his neck with a soft groan. In the back of his head, he knew this was wrong. He knew the trust was unearned. Yet he reveled in the feelings Megatron gave him - physically, emotionally.

Shivering as Megatron's glossa slid into his mouth, his fingers curled into his chest armor with delight. He wondered if he would ever get used to the feeling, enjoying how the warlord explored him in every possible way. This moment could have lasted forever and he would not have protested in the least bit, however eventually the back of his mind tugged at him, informing him this was a large waste of water. He sighed, the concern bothering him, gently pulling away from the tyrant to take another breath.

"We should probably take this somewhere else - if we're both clean," he suggested.

Megatron flashed him an amused grin, acquiescing and allowing him to turn the water off. In an instant the cold air rushed against his skin, giving him a different and truly unpleasant chill. Out of instinct he quickly grabbed a towel, patting his skin dry with a shiver.

A deep chuckle followed him out of the shower, Megatron standing there as water dripped down his armor. His red optics were bright, Jack blushing when he realized they were roving his entire body. He dried off what he could, then elected to towel off some of the water on Megatron, not wanting him to soak the sheets of their bed. He swore the gladiator's armor shivered under his touch, however he elected to act as if he did not notice.

Once he was finished with the towel he lightly tugged Megatron into the bedroom, his partner following without protest - though he was hardly surprised by such a thing. Arms wrapping around him they settled in the sheets together, Jack once again sitting atop Megatron.

A soft nuzzle greeted him, both quietly coming down from the excitement they were caught up in minutes before. The kiss they exchanged was small, sweet, Jack working his fingers along the edges of the warlord's armor as more fluttering pecks soon followed. Eyes fluttering closed, exhaustion delicately played at the edges of his consciousness. At some point he was moved to lay against the mattress, Megatron slowly working his derma along his cheek, his jaw, the slow strokes up and down his back lulling him into a half-sleep state. If the Decepticon noticed he made no mention of it, quietly touching his skin to soothe him as he had before. Eventually Jack no longer perceived it, drifting into deep unconsciousness.

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Talons ghosted across soft flesh, taking their time to lazily trace obscure patterns, drifting to write sweet, lovely lines of paean to praise him in a way his language never could.

Occasionally Megatron would let his touch wander into raven hair, processor drifting across many topics at once. Nemesis data was constantly streaming into his CPU, however he had placed such information at the lowest priority for now. He was currently focused on comparatively trivial things at hand, though he argued these paltry concerns were far greater in the grand scheme of things.

"It means if I say 'yes' this time, it's real. And I don't know if I'm ready for that yet."

"I can't call it love."

While the cognitive dissonance was very much in Megatron's favor, it still was a delicate balance from which Jack could tilt haphazardly from one ideology to the other. Such as this, for instance; their tryst was certainly done with the intention to pursue this extreme direction, however Jack was no single-minded creature. When he woke up, he could very much decide this was not something he could tolerate, pushing back against Megatron both physically and emotionally.

The Decepticon would not stop him if he did, having learned patience was a virtue long ago, though his annoyance would be obvious. Jack Darby owed him nothing, yet he expected there to be some semblance of consistency in his decision-making. He wished he would choose to continue to pursue this, to eventually come to a point where he could call it love. Where his "yes" came without hesitation.

Jack's return to Earth would complicate things. As convenient as it would be to keep him aboard the Nemesis, his relationship with his mother was far too strong for even Megatron to coax him away. It was admirable, the tyrant would not deny it, and he was certain it was a mutual feeling; he fully expected June Darby to be on the hunt, Soundwave tasked with monitoring for any such activity on the off chance the woman tried to go toe-to-toe with the Decepticons herself.

Megatron would not let his side be responsible if she decided to get herself killed.

Jack shifted, a hand wearily grabbing for the edge of the covers. Megatron moved easily for him, watching his naked form disappear beneath the sheets with an amused look. The organic mumbled something too incoherent for his audials to pick up, settling back down and immediately slipping back into a deeper stage of sleep.

The warlord wrapped an arm around him, engine thrumming softly in pleasure when his human companion snuggled back up to his chest. Helm tilting down he rested his derma against the top of his head, feeling the soft hair on his cheeks.

He would call it love. Not just because they went through the motions, though they were an added benefit. Megatron rarely felt more than either anger or dark satisfaction; the last time he was genuinely sad, he realized, was with the death of Amicus. All other losses had paled in comparison, and even then the first emotion he felt was rage - rightfully so, he would argue. Happiness was a luxury, something he never . . .

That was incorrect. Finding Jack for the first time - in the mines - had elicited such a feeling, though it was brief. Admittedly, he had not factored the organic when initially firing upon Arcee, only seeing an intruder and reacting accordingly.

Yet when Jack drilled into the rock keeping him pinned in the earth, his helm turning to meet blue irises he would have recognized anywhere, was first time in years Amicus flashed across his processor as more than a distant memory. The resulting ache in his frame was so intense he attempted to goad Jack into finishing him, finding it rather fitting a human with the same features as his deceased beloved to end him. It would have been a moment of full-circle, a poetic touch to his less-than-odic life.

Instead, Jack elected to spare him; and while he would claim it was because Optimus would never do it - something Megatron highly doubted - he considered it fate that day. A sign of destiny they were meant to meet again.

Just as it was fate finding him again; carrying him to Soundwave's project and realizing he was safe had also brought on some happiness, though it had been concealed with relief in the moment.

Love was the feeling he carried within every time he laid there with him, holding his fragile organic body protectively. It was the eagerness and small joys when they advanced this relationship, hungry for more yet waiting with the patience he mustered. It was gazing into his blue eyes, watching the brown specks within them sparkle, knowing his spark was safe nestled in those soft hands.

It was staying away because he knew he was a monster, and would not place himself in a situation where he would hurt him.

His thumb made slow circles against one of his hands, which were beneath the sheets while he gradually warmed up. Megatron helped the process along by stalling his fans, allowing the natural heat of his systems to aid in maintaining a comfortable environment for him.

The Autobots' awareness about them complicated things; if Optimus Prime was smart he would try to keep this as quiet as possible. If the Decepticons became aware their leader was housing a human, one quite literally close to his spark, they would do everything in their power to destroy him. Though he would hate to admit it out loud, Jack was his weakness. He would protect him to the bitter end, though he was aware the human could protect himself fairly well.

Still, he would not put it past Starscream to find a way to bend this to his advantage. The Seeker's exile from the Nemesis was, perhaps, a blessing in disguise. Though a nuisance elsewhere, on the ship he would have easier access to Jack, and as second in command would likely have figured out the human's presence within kliks of his arrival. Dreadwing was smart enough to not question Megatron and his habits; he held enough respect for his master to leave him to his own devices.

It was yet one more thing for Megatron to keep tabs on.

His optics sliding closed he allowed for a sigh to cycle through his vents. This was supposed to be a time when those concerns did not matter. He was here for his personal pleasure, and that of Jack's, not worrying about what was to come.

More than likely they would be separated for a long, long time before the air was clear enough for Megatron to begin his visitations again. Every moment here counted, including the ones where Jack required sleep. It was a nice, quiet time leaving Megatron to think, to process them. To puzzle over the enigma which was his human partner, not necessarily to solve him, but to at the very least understand some of his idiosyncrasies.

The mech's processor gave him a small ping, the automatic system noting the prolonged closure of his optics and inquiring about recharge. Deciding it would not hurt to recalibrate for at least a cycle he obliged the system. Muscle cables relaxed gradually, background files quietly closing and dragging the mech gracefully into a recharge series.

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Laying in the onsen Jack sipped on a cube of energon, not exactly hungry but sure he was going to be sooner or later. The taste was still overwhelming, though he forced himself to take small sips, tolerating what he could and attempting to be casual about it.

He was also careful not to introduce the substance into Earth's natural water supply, even a drop, not wanting to risk accidentally contaminating anything. The kitchen sink was fine, as that was cleaned and filtered, then reintroduced back into the human systems.

Megatron sat beside him, arm resting against the side behind him, the former gladiator stretched out like a sunning panther. His optics were turned upward towards the skies, occasionally following a bird while it traversed through the air currents.

Their time was drawing to a close, and though Jack desired to spend more with the dictator, both of them knew he had to return to Earth eventually. He had his moment of selfishness; now he would have to play janitor for the mess he created. After a verbal lashing from his mother, he would certainly get one from Ratchet, Arcee, and possibly Optimus too. He was not looking forward to any of them, however the longer he stayed away the more intense they would be - and the more worried June became.

Guilt clawed at him, however he elected to push it down and try to ignore it. He was fine, she would see that. And he had not given Megatron the location of his new home, or really talked about it much at all. Surely Optimus could believe the warlord would be satisfied enough to know Jack was alive, and would have enough arrogance to believe he did not need Jack to eventually find where he was. Yes, it would be faster to get such information directly from the most knowledgeable source; though he had found him once before, and could certainly do it again.

Jokes on them, though, he swallowed his energon with effort, he will eventually come find me . . . when things have died down.

Jack had fully accepted this was the bed he had made and now had to lie in; that being said, he was going to do everything he could to optimize the damage control, and not let his mom in on what had happened here.

Allspark, he couldn't even imagine how she would react. She would freak. The nurse would have lost her mind regardless if she had discovered Jack was sexually active with literally anyone else, though Megatron certainly brought it up a few notches. Convincing the Autobots he was sane and unhurt would be difficult, however he felt he could manage it.

A part of him hoped his return, relatively unharmed, would put them at ease a little bit. It would take some convincing; he had, after all, had a mental breakdown fearing the Decepticon would hurt him. Proving the opposite should reassure them . . . but knowing Megatron, there could have been an alternative motive.

Which, there was, though Jack highly doubted he had anticipated this particular outcome. Not like either of them could complain, for obvious reasons.

He set the empty energon cube to the side, allowing his head to rest against the side of Megatron's chest plate. The mech moved, arm wrapping around Jack and his digits curling against his arm.

"Thank you," he said softly, drawing the Decepticon's attention to him. "For bringing me here."

Megatron made a content noise. "It was my pleasure. Most unfortunate our time must draw so short."

Jack sighed. "Maybe another time," he said, though they both knew this was unlikely to be in the near future. Turning his head he met red optics with his gaze, the lightest of smiles tugging at his lips. "Hopefully another time."

Something sparked in the vermillion, his smile returned. "I look forward to it."

Megatron leaned down and they were kissing again, Jack bringing a hand up to touch the side of his helm, water dripping down his arm and plinking against warm metal. Megatron drew him closer, pulling him against his body with hungry talons. The same touch traveled down the back of his thighs, gripping them possessively and eliciting a groan from the young man.

"One more, quick round?" He asked, not bothering to mask his hopefulness. Megatron quirked up an optic ridge, mild amusement crossing his face.

"Here?"

Jack flushed, feeling rather depraved when he replied: "Anywhere."

The mech grinned, plucking him from the water with unrivaled eagerness, Jack shivering as the cool air kissed his skin. He was not carried far, Megatron secreting them away to the small grass garden within their private villa. Sitting with Jack still in his lap he nipped at his neck, signaling this was the spot he selected.

Somewhat hesitant with being outside, though assured by the partitioning wall and the fact they were the only two within at least a half-mile radius of another villa, Jack returned his kisses. Servos ran down his sides, teasing a shiver from his spine and his hips bucking in response.

Arms wrapping around Megatron's neck they initiated another passionate kiss, Jack groaning in want while a glossa slid into his mouth, tasting the energon left on his tongue. He felt the familiar buzz course through his dick, a digit tip running up the underside of his shaft as he hardened. Jerking he moaned the tyrant's name around his invading glossa, gasping again when they tilted and his back hit the grass.

"My valve drips for you," was whispered in his ear, guttural with desire. Jack's entire body wracked with a shiver of sinful anticipation, hands leaving Megatron's neck to skim down his chest, even reaching down to touch along the inside of his thighs. Ventilations left Megatron fast and heavy, his derma kissing heavily into Jack's neck, deadly dentae scraping the skin of his carotids with borderline abandon. He had not bothered to put his panel back on after their last session, making it easy for Jack to reach up and touch him, fingers first finding the entrance of his spike casing before it found his valve. It was already soaking, the mesh of his labia slick with arousal.

Jack felt his tip throb, demanding to penetrate his tightness, to feel his warm cables squeeze against him. His hips pushed upwards, grinding himself against the warlord with unspoken need.

They connected for a brief kiss, Jack's eyes squeezed shut, his sense of touch overrode any other possible coherent thought from his mind. Megatron was groaning in his mouth, digits digging into the dirt beneath him as they moved together. His valve clenched on emptiness, sending frustrated signals mixed with arousal shooting through his core as it begged to be filled. His outer mesh hugged the skin of Jack's shaft, a precursor to how he was going to be stretched by its thickness.

The human swore, an endearing sound punctuated by the short gasps of his working body. His hand moved away from Megatron's chest, returning to his valve to rub it, clever touch finding the anterior node. Sparks raced across Megatron's vision, and he too shared in the filth of the human language before finally pulling back.

Working together they became one, Megatron sinking onto his throbbing cock without further hesitation. He squeezed, throwing his helm back the moment they connected at the hilt. His walls pulsed and pushed against the shaft, the satisfaction only temporary. Jack was one step ahead of him, pushing his hips up before bringing them back down, his hands gripping the mech's thighs for support. Megatron prided himself in refusing to submit to his partner, yet the motions left him borderline begging for more, gibberish cluttering his processor as his valve cycled from empty to full. Every thrust left his sensors on overdrive, every node lighting up, the curve of his tip hitting them once again with every drag back out.

Jack pushed up inside him, punctuating each motion with a moan every time he buried himself back inside of Megatron, his tip squeezed by the impossibly soft walls. The Cybertronian's nodes served as further stimulation, pushing up against his shaft to send lightning shooting into his fingertips and toes. He looked up when Megatron leaned over him, putting his servos back on either side of his body, moving his hips in tandem with him to enhance every thrust. It was difficult to tell who was in control of these motions, whether Megatron was truly riding him or being fucked by him. It did not seem to matter to either of them, chasing their pleasure together as they locked themselves in another heavy kiss.

This time it was Megatron who reached his climax first, Jack working with his anterior node as his other hand raced along the seams of his chest, enhancing the feeling of their connection and driving his spark wild. He broke their kiss with a cry of ecstasy, unable to help himself as the burst of energy threw itself across his frame. He paused in his movements to fully appreciate the euphoria of an overload, venting into Jack's neck.

The human lightly rubbed his hands along his sides, the touch gently grounding him as his CPU slowly returned to the present.

"Mmm," he hummed, Jack gasping when he consciously tightened around him. Another growl, this time in his other ear, a command that Jack was willing to obey, "fill me."

He lost breath again, a determined look crossing his face for the briefest of seconds before his grip on the tyrant's thighs returned, and he pushed himself deep inside him once more. Megatron kissed him, digits tangling in his dark hair. He could feel the warlord move with him, his body jerking with the passionate movements. Jack went as fast as his body allowed him, settling on the rhythm which sent the most pleasure to his brain, lighting up his vision like a supernova of white dots. He mewled as his tip pulsed, a tightening in his gut prompting him to give one final push, Megatron's vents hitching with Jack's orgasm.

His cum filled the Decepticon, mixing with lustful slick to drip down his shaft. Staying inside of Megatron he exchanged more kisses with him, arms wrapping around his neck and fingers curling into the strong armor of his back.

There was a moment where Jack wished they could stay like this forever, enraptured in one another's ecstasy without another worry to be had.

And yet all good things must come to an end, eventually. This was to be no exception.