Happy Holidays and Happy New Year everyone! I debated on whether I wanted to do a normal chapter or a special themed one, and decided on the latter for this one. While it will somewhat mess up the flow of the story, I hope this serves as a tasty commercial break for those of you who would enjoy it. Thank you to everyone who has maintained support, and I wish you a safe holiday season! I wrote this while listening to Lana Del Rey's Born to Die album, so those are the vibes which you might sense in this one-shot.
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NATIONAL ANTHEM
A (loose) 1920's-inspired AU
AmicusxMegatron
NSFW
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Parties had never been Megatron's pastime of choice.
Perhaps even worse, the host was none other than Sentinel-Zeta Prime, a rather loud voice in the anti-Decepticon movement. Why the enemy of his campaign would be so cordial as to extend an invitation to his New Year's celebration was of great concern, however there truly was only one way to get to the core of his motivations. More than likely this was merely a front, one which both of them could use to their advantage. It was a smart political move, even Shockwave could agree with that. The Decepticon movement could not afford to be ostracized further; at the very least, the pseudo-alliance would sway those attempting to remain neutral on the situation.
Megatron had all the money in the world - an exaggeration, but one he flaunted nonetheless - yet even he could not buy loyalty. Though with some consideration, if the loyalty was bought, it was hardly something to be trusted.
Thus, he shouldered the pain of interacting with the opulent insects of society in exchange for the good of the Decepticons and their image. Equality came at a price, one he was willing to pay for those who could not.
The party was as extravagant as one might imagine, the large windows of the first floor revealing the swirling gowns and glimmering suits of the hundred guests inside. Megatron allowed his sleek red automobile to be chauffeured away, adjusting his suit as yet another staff member extended their arm for his coat. He gave it, eyes meeting Soundwave's once he entered the grand hall. The silent man easily melted into the shadows, the lord's eyes and ears whilst he allowed himself to appear oblivious to what may occur behind his back. Once a man under Sentinel-Zeta's heel, now he worked contingent with Megatron, and appeared much happier for it. It was no secret the man had left Prime to join under the Decepticon banner, a motion which caused a greater rift between the rivals.
Attending the party could be seen as a chance to reconcile, though Megatron had no intentions of joining any sort of alliance with the two-faced cretin.
The mansion was expansive, yet the volume of bodies made it appear significantly smaller. His piercing eyes raked across the crowd, seeing many a familiar face milling about. Unsurprisingly, he was given a wide berth, the friends of the Autobots giving him unhappy side-glances. He did not give them the satisfaction of returning their glares, surprised when he found Optimus Prime was present. Without Alpha Trion at his side, it was odd to see the young man with his lonesome. Much to Megatron's distaste he was conversing with the man of the hour; he would rather he greeted Sentinel-Zeta without the presence of so many eyes on his person.
Knowing full well to ignore the eldest Prime would be considered if the highest snubbing Megatron walked over, the crowd parting from him easily.
"Ah, his lord Megatron!" Sentinel-Zeta crowed, the glass of champagne in his hand certainly not the first. "And here I believed the RSVP to be of false hope. So elated to have you here."
"I am honored to have been considered for the guest list," he would rather guzzle poison, not offering a smile in return, "the pleasure is all mine."
"You are familiar with Optimus, yes? The successor to my estate," Sentinel-Zeta said fondly, Megatron trying to keep his annoyance in check. "And many properties of Iacon."
"Yes, Megatron and I work closely together in the political field," Optimus shook his hand mildly, not daring to flinch when the man gripped it in a vice. "Rarely do I see him otherwise."
"A treat to see you outside the arena," Megatron did not care to hide the venom of his voice, releasing Optimus as quickly as he was able.
Sentinel-Zeta waved a hand. "I wish you the sweetest of evenings, lord Megatron! Have as many drinks as you like, there is plenty to go around. And of course, should you need it, the second floor balcony is the perfect abode for a smoke. Help yourself to one of my favorites."
"Ah, I have brought my own," he declined, despite Prime shoving a cigarette into his breast pocket.
"For the road, then," he said, turning back to his admittedly much preferred companion. "Now, Optimus, what was it you were saying about Crystal City?"
Grateful to be out of the weasel's gaze he slid back into the crowd, searching for Soundwave. Finding him nowhere he resigned himself to being at the mercy of Prime's allies, the estate lord finding the bar - hardly a speakeasy, though Sentinel-Zeta was wealthy enough there was no law- and helping himself to a healthy cup of drink. The highball burn was enough to narrow his focus, the honeyed elixir soothing his irritated nerves.
Though he spoke with many a member of the party, some of which friendlier than others, the man quickly began to feel isolated, bitingly wondering if this was Sentinel-Zeta's plan all along. To be the loner fool at the party, inept in socialization, was enough to generate gossip about his apparent lack of tact. He refused to allow his character to be painted as an ignoramus, instead taking the good Prime's excuse to stride up the grand staircase to his second floor. There were few party members already there, leaning over the railing to look at their peers from above, though he paid them little mind. A breath of fresh air to clear the senses, and then he would tolerate until midnight, one hour and forty-five minutes away. That would be long enough.
With a singular gaze he realized there were many balconies from which to choose from, electing to take that which was furthest from the uproar. The doors were closed, a sure signal he was alone as he pushed them open, then shut them once more. The coolness of the night kissed his face affectionately, opening his lungs in gentle relief.
Hands rested against the fine stonework making its edge, curling his fingers against it. He leaned into the corner, far from the door, as he wished for no one to see and disturb him.
Oh, how he hated the fake civility of it all. Seeing the old rich was enough to burn his heart to ash, wondering when this place had become nothing more than a wasteland for them to cast their worries into the wind like chafe.
Megatron may be able to buy the world at this hour, but he was no stranger to starvation. To the pain.
The doors opened, yanking him from his thoughts with annoying disgrace. He glared at the patron who dared to stir his concentration, surprised as dark curls bounced into his view, the golden framed windows once again sliding to a close behind the mysterious entity which disturbed them.
At first he mistook the new presence for a woman, their sleek frame walking with the grace of a practiced dancer. Yet as they moved their loose-fitting clothing was revealed to be a flowing shirt and trousers, rather un-ladylike attire for such an occasion. As a whole it was rather unbefitting of the party at hand anyways, the shirt falling from slender shoulders carelessly with the same kiss of wind.
Striking blue eyes found him almost immediately, a startling contrast to the dark tresses which framed their warm face. The nighttime wrapped itself against the stranger's skin, yet Megatron did not miss the play of a smile across their smooth lips.
"Enjoying the night, my lord?"
"To a degree," he admitted, watching them procure a cigarette to their mouth, however a swift check of their clothes - in the fashion of a middle class girl, no less - revealed they had come without a lighter.
Not one to take much joy in the social flailings of another, state of dress aside, he pulled out his own, its flashing catching the stranger's attention.
"Thank you," their voice was deep, sultry, masculine, yet there was a touch of soft femininity which left Megatron still at a loss for what to call them. He watched them lean into the light, cigarette still in their mouth as they waited for it to catch. Shadows were thrown across their dark features, accentuating the strange combination of blue eyes and sepia skin. As soon as it lit they took a deep breath in, eyes fluttering closed to enjoy the sensation.
He put away his lighter, bracing for the conversation which was inevitably to occur. The stranger took their time, lazily stretching out onto the railing, back extending with a soft sigh of relieved ecstasy. Their fluttering clothes followed the curves of their body, gravity pulling it down to reveal sensual arches which were otherwise concealed whilst upright.
Born of honor Megatron pulled his eyes away, knowing it was disrespectful in the presence of a woman, and he would not be caught eyeing the luscious contour of a man.
It took a long drag of a cigarette before they spoke again.
"You are lord Megatron of Kaon estate, yes?"
There was little surprise to know he was recognized by someone he had never seen before, yet due to his current location in the hall of Sentinel-Zeta Prime, he felt it dangerous to keep their identity a mystery.
"I am he," he eyed him carefully, keeping his focus on those bright blues, "I apologize, I don't believe I have made your acquaintance."
"No, we have not," they assured, extending a slender hand in greeting. "I am Amicus. Part of the staff of his esteemed Sentinel-Zeta Prime."
Taking it, there was an immediate contrast between the rough calluses of his working hands, and the downy-softness of a young man who had never worked in his life. Megatron frowned, wondering what sort of staff member could preserve their hands from abuse.
"I was under the impression staff were not to interact with guests unless it was to refresh them," he raised an eyebrow.
Eyelashes fluttered. "Most, yes," Amicus took another drag from the cigarette. "But I am . . . expected to interact with our guests."
With a movement so casual it's subtlety was nearly missed by the lord his shirt fell from his shoulder, exposing smooth skin. Megatron's eyes narrowed with suspicion, now wondering what game Sentinel-Zeta attempted to play with him. It was no secret Megatron remained a bachelor, though to imply he was so because women were not to his taste . . . While not inaccurate, was a sting to his integrity. How dare he attempt to insult him and his image.
"Is that why you have come? To interact with me?" He asked coldly.
Amicus chuckled without mirth. "No; I am allotted time to myself." He flicked the ash from the end of his smoke. "As long as this burns, I am free to myself."
Megatron was content to let the conversation die there, then, sure this vixen was just as good with lies as he was casualty, yet Amicus continued.
"Sentinel-Zeta has asked me to . . . be convincing tonight, but I doubt the sheik is one to be so easily swayed when his eyes rest on a woman."
Eyebrow raised, Megatron cursed himself for becoming so easily interested. "And who may that be?"
Amicus gave him a knowing look. "The heir to his estate."
Optimus. Megatron almost laughed aloud. Oh, how the elder Prime would balk to know his precious successor was preparing to elope with a woman outside their echelon. Though they were hardly friends, Optimus confided in him of Elita One's beauty, unsurprisingly giving her a ring in secret. The irony of siccing his whore on the young Prime was twofold, then, and Megatron took great delight in knowing it.
The lord leered. "Then you have your work cut out for you, hmm?"
"I hardly plan on working much tonight," Amicus could not hide his cringe even with a smoke, "though once the clock strikes midnight, I am sure my morning will be quite busy."
Why he thought telling the lord of Kaon anything was beyond Megatron's comprehension; though there was no secrecy of the animosity between him and Prime, surely a staff member would not trust him to keep their true feelings safe. After all, they were not considered more than low-class workers, indentured to the house they served.
It made Megatron sick to consider it.
"Sentinel-Zeta has you at his beck and call?"
Amicus read the question clearly. "Yes. Though I am sure you have deduced very few know my true purpose in the estate."
"With your current state of dress, I would argue otherwise."
"I find I do like a bit of . . . Mystery as to what I can offer," Amicus' eyes sparkled mischievously. "I may be a man, but femininity suits me just as well."
Megatron bit back the agreement at the tip of his tongue, cursing as his concentration broke just long enough for him to gaze upon the slope of his rump. Had he been female, Amicus would have been praised for the strong handles at his waist.
He pushed back the thought of indulging himself; not only was it unclear if Amicus was offering, but the obscenity which would follow if Sentinel-Zeta discovered he had soiled his favorite tenement he was not willing to deal with. Though he may not be above sharing Amicus, it was within his own estate; social elite or not, Megatron was aware he was not invited to taste.
Amicus sighed, the burning of his cigarette reaching delicate fingers. His gaze slid to Megatron lazily, settling on his breast pocket after lingering on his face.
"May I?"
Having forgotten Sentinel-Zeta's offering his hand fluttered to the cigarette, pulling it from its hiding place, wondering when Amicus had spotted it. He gave it with little word, watching the young man light it with the last of his first. Flicking the other into the garden below he observed the one in his hand.
"Players," he identified almost immediately, "the same as Sentinel-Zeta."
"It was given to me by him," Megatron felt his lip curl. "They are not to my taste."
"Hmm," a sly grin graced Amicus' face, smirking knowingly at his impromptu companion, "I suppose that is understandable. You strike me more as a man with a cigar."
The moment of shock accompanied by the flush of his cheeks was enough to compromise Megatron's composure, the lord of Kaon rationalizing the jest as a mere observation of truth; because in his pocket was a pair of La Auroras, fresh from the Dominican Republic. Most gentlemen of his status did prefer their cigars, as their tobacco was purer.
Amicus's lips pursed against the cigarette, teasing him with their secrets. His playful expression remained, Megatron taking a deep breath to cool his nerves.
Sentinel-Zeta's or no, he had not come to this party with the intent of bringing a stranger to his estate. It was worse knowing he was an intimate part of Prime's private affairs, profane thoughts already cursing Megatron's mind as Amicus' curves shifted under the moonlight.
"You are rather forward to me for someone whose energies should be focused on another," he noted.
Amicus' eyelashes fluttered. "Is it discomforting, my lord?"
Megatron took a slow breath, keeping the heat coiling in his chest under the utmost control. "No," he spoke truthfully, though did not elaborate on the facet, "I merely wonder the reason you flirt with others, especially those who could bring down great pain upon you if found out."
Another slow drag, Amicus allowing the silence to linger as nicotine filled his breath. With equal meandering he loosed the smoke, watching it fade into the night sky.
"You intrigue me in multiple fashions," he answered, "firstly, your rise from the slums to the estate of Kaon; your political movement you call the Decepticons and your message; you are a complex man, my lord, and if I may be so bold as to add: lavishly handsome."
Amicus moved then, three steps bringing him to Megatron's breast. Royal irises settled on the darkness in his own, fingers holding the remains of the cigarette over the edge.
"I would greatly enjoy the pleasure," he murmured, "of continuing this smoke break with your cigar."
Shoulders exposed, soft skin so close to his own, Megatron could acutely envision the carnal pleasure watching him kneel before him. His pulse pumped against his legs, heart abusing his ribs in tandem. Amicus' interest was shared, though the lord still fought with the obvious limit to this going further than mere words of jest.
"My presence will be missed," he said instead, words bitter on his tongue, "and I should return before I am accused of rudeness unbecoming of my character."
Though he did not make it obvious there was reluctance to Amicus' movement, taking a step back with the smallest incline of his head.
"If I do not see you again, I bid you a farewell and wish you the best of moods," the young man dared to take his hand, kissing upon it with smooth affection. Unwilling to allow himself to linger for fear of going back on his previous thoughts, Megatron took his leave from the balcony. Diving back into the hot halls with his own heated core was nothing short of agony, yet he assured it was for the best.
Returning to the first floor he took a glass of champagne, sipping it bitingly in search of Soundwave. Like a shadow he appeared at the lord's side once he found himself a hidden corner, assuring him all was well.
"Sixty-two minutes until midnight, and then we will have our leave," Megatron voiced aloud, curious to know if Soundwave was aware of Amicus. Yet he suspected if word got out that the pet of Prime had exchanged words with the estate lord of Kaon, it was difficult to tell what punishment would incur on both parties. If Sentinel-Zeta was something, it was cruel, vicious, and underhanded. He would destroy Megatron and tarnish the Decepticon name forever, making it all the harder to achieve the goals of the movement.
The party was painful, more so than cutting off a limb with rusted steel. Yet he conversed with the Prime sympathizers, playing their petty games with cordial distance. He wished time would blur, braving yet another glass of drink in an attempt to cause it to magically disappear. At least it dulled the sting of Autobot interaction, easing the overwhelming loudness of the music players and mindless chatter of the patrons.
Then, he saw him again. Amicus, dressed in those flowing fabrics, on the arm of his Prime. Sentinel-Zeta appeared mildly unsteady on his feet, though still kept himself at ease, occasionally laughing and whispering into the ear of his aide. Amicus laughed as well, fluttering those eyelashes in a way which twisted Megatron's heart, gazing at Prime with sultry tease. In direct light his skin shimmered cosmetically, its brightness dulling the magnificence of his eyes.
Yet it was not just which faded his eyes. With every touch from Prime his mirth became more forced, unbearable, his attempts to display for Optimus half-hearted extensions of his service. Naturally the younger Prime was oblivious, his eyes occasionally finding a lady in pink, her blush more than artificial against her cheeks, as she returned his gaze from across the room. How Elita One secured an invitation Megatron could only guess, yet he admitted she fit in well.
He took another long drink, wishing the champagne was something stronger, when Amicus found him.
Irises lit up, tantalizing lips pursing in a light pout of desire. Roguish thoughts passed between them, Amicus wrapping his arm a little tighter around Sentinel-Zeta's. His lord appeared quite pleased with the sudden renewal in interest, twirling a finger through the curls of his hair. Amicus murmured something to Prime, whose blush became twofold even as the eyes of his obsession focused on another, Megatron feeling heat in his veins.
Jealousy, he realized, aghast at how daring Amicus was in the presence of their enemy. It grew into anger when he saw Prime's savage hand dip into the folds of Amicus' clothing, watching sapphires flutter closed as he very softly reminded the lord to mind himself in the public eye. Yet he pushed his hips against him, looking directly into Megatron's eyes. His lips moved.
You.
Oh, how he wished it was him. He would have controlled himself before, but the vulgar touch of the Prime showed civility was no longer a part of this ploy. If he had no dignity for Amicus, who looked like a miserable circus creature next to his boisterous lord, then Megatron would not give him the dignity between two gentlemen.
Locking gazes Megatron began to make his way to the refreshment table, a silent message which Amicus understood perfectly. He saw beautiful lips caress his lord's ear, murmuring before he was released to do as he pleased. His fingers lingered long enough to promise a return, sliding through the crowd like a phantom.
The lord of Kaon picked up a fresh glass, sipping as he observed the variety of delicacies offering themselves to entangle with the taste buds of their guests. A sweet scent, having been obscured by the fresh air of the balcony, drifted across his nose. Graceful fingers of bronze plucked what they desired, though they paused as a subtle hand pressed a cigar into them.
"For your next smoke break," Megatron murmured against his ear, ghosting away before they could be accused of even daring to see one another. He could feel Amicus gazing at him, though he resisted the urge to look back.
Soundwave provided good company until Megatron felt he could not stand the crowd any longer, taking his leave to the balcony thirty minutes to midnight. Relieved to take a deep breath of untainted air, anticipation pulsed through his skin. He knew to curb his expectations, as Amicus could lose interest just as quickly as he gained it. However, the gaze in the ballroom, the deliberate display meant only for Megatron . . .
The doors opened yet he did not react, the lord already back in the dark corner he had been found in prior. He heard them close quietly, and then lock, even then not allowing his body to move. Soft footsteps brought an ethereal creature to his side, Amicus' lustful gaze pulling him in effortlessly.
"May I borrow your flame once again?" He purred.
The cool metal was in his hand long before he finished the question, Amicus closing his lips around the thick havana expertly, never breaking eye contact as Megatron put the fire to the other end. He drew a long, deep breath, sultry tease bringing Megatron further into a whirlwind of unbridled desire. They lingered on one another for a little longer, Amicus' hand resting on the back of the Kaon lord's neck, dragging him down into a kiss.
Megatron rarely partook in exchanging affection, yet he found it effortless to return the soft caresses. He gripped him by the hips, Amicus moaning into his mouth. Seizing the opportunity his tongue slid inside, tasting the cigar and drink lingering within and hungry to know him more.
Amicus flushed against him, raising his leg to hook his thigh into the lord's hip, pushing into him as eagerly as their lips pressed together. Fingers entangled into steel hair, his own gripping the tight ass which teased him so. Amicus gasped around his tongue, mumbling incoherently with another groan.
Reluctantly he pulled their mouths away, allowing Amicus a moment to breathe. The sweet man appeared dazed, even still he took a deep drag from the cigar, flashing Megatron a smile. He offered the smoke to its original owner, running his freed hand down his chest to hook into the front of his trousers.
"Hold this for me," he said sweetly, pecking the corner of his mouth with a flutter of eyelashes. Megatron released his grip on him, restraining his urges to do more than let Amicus pleasure as he wished. Instead he took the cigar from his slender fingers, other hand bracing the concrete railing behind them. The younger man slid down to his knees, hands caressing strong hips. A brief glance of seduction was offered Megatron's way before deft fingers undid the front of his trousers, greedy in their quest for what Amicus desired.
Softness wrapped itself around Megatron's cock, lustfully rubbing with eager anticipation. Appraising his length Amicus' eyes widened, its girth alone making him quiver in anticipation. The lord moaned his approval, Amicus closing his lips around a pulsating tip.
Megatron tilted his head back, fingers tangling into dark curls as soft warmth moved down his shaft, teeth scraping sensitive skin teasingly. He shivered, shallow breaths making it impossible to speak. Though no stranger to intimacy, seeing Amicus take him into his mouth effortlessly was a sight to behold, groaning when he began to suck.
Oh how desperately he wanted to thrust into that glorious mouth, feel his tip touch the back of his throat with sinful abandon. He was so tight around his shaft, wetness covering him in thick lust. The noises he made were divine, soft smacks of wet skin against skin, tongue rubbing against him.
Pulling back to suck on his tip a hand quickly filled the emptiness around his thickness, pumping him in a silent plea for his seed.
Amicus released his tip to breathe, panting hotly against his throbbing shaft. Beads of saliva connected them together, running along his bottom lip to touch his thick tip. Tongue licked from base to tip, hungrily taking him into his mouth again for another messy round of eager engulfment. He bobbed his head, Megatron meeting his movements with short thrusts.
"Fuck . . ." How obscene, yet it was the only thing which could describe this feeling, the rush of blood in his swollen cock stretching Amicus' mouth wide. He gripped the roots of his hair, curls brushing against his groin with every bounce of his delicious head.
Amicus groaned in mutual agreement, enjoying himself as if it was only them - as if this was Megatron's estate, and they two lovers basking in the moonlight.
He sucked, licked, even kissed and nibbled pulsating skin, clever fingers stroking his scrotum, feeling the testes inside tense with deep anticipation. Nothing was more satisfying than the feeling of how full his mouth was, overtaken by the sheer power of the man who brought him to his knees with little more than a look.
Hot spurts of cum garnished the back of his throat, Amicus swallowing the profane fruits of his labor like a man dying of thirst. Megatron shook, the sparks of his orgasm lighting every nerve throughout his body. There was no relief with his release, only burning eagerness for more, wanting to push Amicus to the ground and watch his body writhe with passionate ecstasy.
Suddenly a soft mouth was against his, tasting of his cum and smoke with honeyed champagne. Like a dance they had memorized long ago his tongue slid into his waiting mouth once more, smothering its owner in selfish delight.
Somehow Amicus managed to replace his trousers in a subtle, fluid motion, smoothing the front with his tantalizing touch.
Even when they broke the kiss, knowing it should have very well been the end of it, Megatron kissed him again, intoxicated by the silhouette of his body lavishly draping against him. The cigar, long forgotten by him in his moment of climax, laid on the ground at their feet, burning to ash even as their lust ignited once more.
"We cannot linger long," it was Amicus who came to his senses first, "midnight will be upon us soon."
Megatron kissed him once more, brief and unsatisfying as it was. "And yet I wish this night were young."
"Sentinel-Zeta is not a forgiving man," Amicus sighed, arms around the neck of forbiddance, "even if you were not his enemy, to bed with you without his permission . . . Would not conclude happily."
Megatron held him, this miserable creature, one shackled by an invisible leash to a pathetic Prime. Even without his passionate desires for him, it would have made him ill to think of how Amicus unwillingly - as he made this very apparent - served the lord of the estate Iacon. Once the clock struck midnight and the new year arose, would he see him ever again? No, he would be cursed with the sheer memory of a body left untouched, one he would never know again.
Lips brushed against the cusp of a dark ear.
"When midnight passes, I take my leave," he murmured, "in a deep red automobile, the richest you will find in the lot. The passenger seat is empty."
"Perhaps I do not wish to sit in the passenger seat," Amicus returned silkily, playfully, "but instead on a lap of luxuries."
Hands slid across the tops of his thighs, Megatron letting loose a breath as he threatened to get hard again. Grabbing Amicus by the wrists he growled lowly, the noise laced with feral desire which set blue eyes ablaze.
"Then it will be upon this lap you will know not luxuries of wealth or privilege, but of flesh and blood."
"That which I have been privy too but never allowed to obtain," Amicus' murmured, his arousal not just of body but in mind. "If it is upon yours I will learn, then I shall gladly recline."
Another kiss, passionate and tasting of untold desire, then Amicus slipped from him, graceful steps to the door hiding their reluctance expertly. Megatron could not see but he too throbbed between his legs, erection quivering as he wished to throw himself down for him, to beg for his ravishness and feel the cool stone against his cheek as his ass stung with glorious sex. Twenty-five minutes to midnight, the most agonizing twenty-five minutes of his short life.
Megatron left within fifteen minutes of midnight, returning to the party in calmer spirits, yet it took all of his might to resist watching Amicus amongst the guests. Oh, how it heated him to watch the flirt with those accursed Primes, seeing how his eyelashes fluttered and yet have no genuine desire for the one who held his arm. Sentinel-Zeta was all but blacked out, groping his prize even as he reminded him they were in the public eye.
The lord of Kaon wished he could seize Amicus then and there, whisk him from this torment. He absolved himself knowing they would soon be in his estate, where it was only his rules which mattered. Perhaps even more delectable was the idea of Amicus sneaking away; oh, Megatron may be accused of taking the sheba from under his master's nose, but it would be a thing no one could prove unless they saw Amicus himself on the Kaon estate. Though Sentinel-Zeta would never publicly accuse him of leeching away a member of his staff - especially one with a job such as Amicus' - he would certainly incur punishment of the rumor kind. Yet Prime was not stupid; he would not dare attempt such a thing unless there was undeniable proof.
And then it came, an orgasmic cheer from the patrons as the clock rung out in celebration of the new year. The roar was deafening, confetti falling from the ceiling in a dazzling display of the carefree ecstasy which each patron felt as they entered the fresh chapter.
Megatron chief among them, for different reasons entirely.
Ensuring he bid goodbye to enough fellows so that his presence was known should there ever be questioning, he returned to the great foyer from which his coat was taken, a dutiful servant fetching it for him.
Soundwave returned, coat in hand.
"I will be expecting a guest tonight," Megatron informed him smoothly, "we are not to be disturbed."
Having seen not what his lord had done yet never one to question, Soundwave merely gave him the article and left with him, a silent shadow at his side.
Confident in his strides the lord of Kaon merely took his keys from the chauffeur, a well placed glare informing them of his intent. The Royce sat patiently for him, unlocking the door with a turn of the key and sliding inside. It was here Soundwave parted from him, taking his own automobile back to the estate, to prepare it for his master and their unnamed guest. Though trusted with many secrets Megatron did not tell him of Amicus, not for fear of Soundwave but understanding there were many eyes and ears who could be listening.
A light rap on his window jolted him from his thoughts, pleased he did not have to wait long for Amicus to join him. Shamelessly the driver's door opened, smooth thighs wrapping around a broad waist as it was closed behind the newcomer.
He realized with deep pleasure the young man had taken to changing before he arrived, now dressed in a deep purple ensemble, an exquisite set of loose pants which could be mistaken as dress at first glance. It gave him an attractive femininity few men could ever pull off, Megatron unfooled as his hardness pressed into his stomach.
Fingers barely locked the door before they were kissing again, Amicus moving his hips in a blissful grind against his front, on top of the lord yet submitting with sinful ease, mouth full of Megatron's tongue. It probed and tasted the wine he drank, chasing out the filth of Sentinel-Zeta like a tonic to a cold. Even with the whiskey in his breath the man was so sure of himself, confident grip on Amicus' hips promising to take him as only a man could.
"If only this damned automobile could pilot itself," the feral growl against his lips was divine.
"I swear to not distract you any further," came the teasing reply, as if it wasn't already distraction enough to think of Amicus riding his cock here and now. Hands delved into the folds of his clothing, touching curves few were ever to see, wrapping around the erection which had teased him since that delicious cock had touched his lips. Possessive pumps left him writhing, steering wheel digging into his back as another kiss bent his body. Amicus gasped for air, hips bucking into rough palms.
"Do not promise that which you cannot keep," Megatron's throaty warning sent shivers down his spine. Too soon hands left his body, the automobile roaring to life in a rev reminiscent of it's owner's simmering lust. One hand worked the gear shift as the other kept a firm grasp on Amicus' waist, holding him tight against a broad chest concealed beneath the plum suit of deceit. Closing his eyes the burning scarlet rested his face into the neck of his desires, dark curls concealing his face from prying eyes as Megatron escaped from the Iacon estate.
The drive was agonizingly long, sensing Megatron's chest rise and fall with deep breaths of focus. Amicus occasionally pushed himself into the man to remind him of his passion, eliciting a sharp gasp accompanied by a hand tangling into the thickness of his hair with each intoxicating grind. How they did not crash was a miracle in and of itself, Megatron using the last of his self control to not stop where they were here and now to wreck the pleading mess in his lap.
Perhaps the worst of it was when the automobile finally passed through the gates of his estate, the sharp silhouette a welcoming contrast to its predecessor in time. Amicus shifted the moment the tires slid onto the smooth concrete of the garage, yet Megatron kept his grip on him even after the car was dead. Fingers dug into his scalp, possessive in their intent to ensure he did not stray from the man in his eye, Megatron kissing him once more. Without the fear of interruption he returned this kiss eagerly, now grinding down onto a growing discomfort within the confines of his dress pants, groaning as he accepted a well-familiarized tongue, letting it fill his mouth and lay claim.
They barely broke for air when Megatron twisted, throwing him down into the seat beside him, in the same motion shrugging off the jacket of his suit. Amicus gazed upon how his shirt strained against his frame, leaving little to the imagination as his muscles rippled beneath thin white fabric. Greedy hands reached for their buttons, eyes closing in another messy kiss whilst Megatron pushed between his legs. They spread for him like those of a familiar lover, wrapping around his waist so their erections could know one another intimately, even as obstructing clothing lent its lustful friction. Fingers dug into the seat beside him in the same instance his touched skin, loosing a breath of pure delight at the feeling of the deep dips of his musculature.
There was no part of this man which was not power; Amicus had watched him carve the crowd like a snake amongst mice, his presence alone demanding attention which even Sentinel-Zeta could not deny him. His body matched its energy one to one, though that should have been obvious enough when Amicus first saw the dick he cleverly concealed within tailored clothing.
"Mmm," he mumbled against vicious lips, teeth biting in a show of complete dominance. Megatron did not restrain himself, did not treat Amicus as a fragile item of glass; but rather, he promised to shatter every aspect of his being, already leaving his mind an incomprehensible mess of anticipation.
Finally hands pulled the bottom half of his outfit away, cock eagerly presenting itself dripping with his cum, orgasm within reach.
Megatron gripped his shaft, Amicus mewling in unmatched delight. He gripped him with purpose, a silent statement of how he owned him in body and mind, pumping harder and faster with every cry of his name leaving Amicus' lips. Hips bucked for more, blue eyes fluttering as deep irises watched him from above, alight with lust which would never see satisfaction. He begged the lord, praising him for his touch of ecstasy. Calluses scraped against the delicate skin of his shaft, played with the edges of his tip as more pre-cum slicked his cock, Megatron's restrained length pushing against his ass. Another kiss, fingers tangling into sterling hair with desperate desire as the final strokes brought him radiance.
The violence of his orgasm was unexpectedly delightful, flooding his body with electric warmth which buzzed across his core, his extremities, leaving him dizzy and breathless. His vision blurred with brilliant stars, a galaxy unique to his own gaze against the ceiling of the automobile. Amicus enjoyed this moment of pure bliss, body tremoring in lingering delectation. Some of the heat burned on his stomach, another source against his neck, sucking and biting him, a tag to attest there was only one he would whore himself to ever again.
Fingers dipped into the cum on his stomach, gathering it in expert scoops, Amicus shivering as the warmth returned to his body, dripping along his hole in slick drops.
"I will wring you dry," Megatron promised him, Amicus shivering with the kiss encompassing his lips. Hands dipped into the man's tight pants, pushing them down in desperate grasps to feel his cock, begging for a reminder of how thick he was. Megatron's hand joined him, pulling his cock free of its restriction.
Amicus groaned into his mouth, pushing his hips upward, throbbing in anticipation. He wanted to be wrecked, split open down the middle with reckless abandon and no sign of mercy.
He wanted railed into the seat of this car, where his imprint would remain forever.
Hot tip, slick with its own pre-cum, pushed against his entrance in a single warning. Amicus, well versed in this act of intimacy, lost a single breath before moving, impaling himself. A product of healthy breeding Megatron had much to show for it, stretching Amicus to his limit even as his body worked its usual tricks. Lubricated with his own cum he took the lord in his entirety within a few short strokes.
"Every. Inch." Growled against his skin, Amicus only able to groan his understanding. Hands gripped his ass, Megatron doing as he wanted the moment he saw it on display for him. Body jerked and writhed the moment his throbbing tip pushed into the point of pleasure deep inside of him, lighting up his skin with ecstasy.
Salacious desire prompted him to move his hips, angling them with delicious results. Megatron thrust again, shaft pushing into the orgasmic place in rhythmic massage. Amicus writhed, begging for him to fuck, Megatron taking his pleas deeply to heart.
Pulling back there was a brief moment where Amicus could not feel the pleasure in his ass, however it was quickly remedied as soon as Megatron thrust inward. Their hips rammed together, Amicus bracing himself against the passenger-side door as barely comprehensible harder, faster's left his swollen lips.
He threw his weight into every thrust, Amicus not satisfied until he showed him just how powerful each thrust could be, sweat slicking down his body. It soaked his hair, silver strands curling with moisture as every thrust sent them jerking in wild directions. His core burned with effort, satisfying painful as his cock was wrapped in his smooth tightness. Throbbing was too tame of a word for the sensation in his erection, Amicus taking him over and over without hesitation.
Purple fabric rode up his chest, greedy lips sucking his perked nipple to coach his back to arch. It was apparent Megatron was no stranger to the seams of a man, undoing Amicus with every touch of his hands, mouth playing with the tight areola of his chest. Every thrust drove him so deep Amicus swore his tip reached his stomach, fingers digging into undulating back muscles.
Once again Amicus came without warning, blindsided by how extreme his body reacted. It seized with renewed energy, flooded by rivers of fire in his veins. More cum warmed his abdomen, dripping down his shaft to pool at his scrotum, covering him in its filth unabashedly. Megatron did not give him the courtesy of stopping, keeping him blind as thrust after thrust sent overwhelming pleasure straight to his brain. It was borderline painful, Amicus welcoming it with open arms as his moaning brought his partner to climax.
Hot spurts of cum filled his hole, Megatron pausing only once he was to the hilt inside. He took deep, ragged breaths as his orgasm washed over him, Amicus panting just as hard beneath him. Two orgasms was two more than he had ever been allotted in the court of Sentinel-Zeta, Megatron's hungry gaze as much appreciative as it was possessive.
Amicus' shirt was removed in its entirety, leaving him exposed before the lord of Kaon. Lips touched his skin, hands first pinning his arms to the seat before they slid up to intertwine with his own. Amicus murmured his name, requesting yet another kiss from him. Though relatively tame compared to what they had shared previously it was still just as passionate, an exchange of fluttery kisses which eventually became unbroken, raw osculation.
When Megatron pulled back the young man found it difficult to hide his disappointment, yet it quickly returned to delighted surprise when strong hands grabbed his thighs. Pushing against his knees Amicus obeyed his request, finding his ankles crossed behind the man's neck, teeth nibbling on the skin of his inner knee, along his thigh, tongue licking in a delightful line towards his hip.
"Mark me," Amicus requested, never one to demand, Megatron obeying without hesitation. There was blood yet he cared not, biting again along the same leg, leaving no question as to who laid claim to this skin.
Hands gripped his ass, cock returning its entire length inside of him with a single thrust of desire. Amicus gasped with wild delights as he felt even longer in this position, singing his praises with moans intertwining Megatron's name. He begged for another fucking, wanting this man to cripple him.
Once again Megatron required no further prompting, this time his hands gripping the door above Amicus' head, bracing himself just as his lover did the same. This was no longer just a claim, but an act of wild animals who cared not for what their bodies could or could not do, chasing their pleasure with abandon. Amicus felt the automobile rock with every great thrust into his being, moving on his own to reciprocate this rough mating, body sent into a frenzy. His third orgasm was so close, already ramping up with every abusive thrust, his pleasure center raw from the sheer power of the one who lusted for him.
Megatron came first, the shaking of their surroundings slowing to a stop only as he paused, driven so far into Amicus he could feel his thick cum deep in his core, shivering in a satisfied moan. Mewling betrayed his surprised shamelessness, bucking his hips to push into Megatron's hand, cock squeezed by callused fingers. It was more than enough, the orgasm wracking his power still dazzling in its presentation, though less powerful as his physical body began to reach its limits, leaving him tingling from head to toe. Little come dripped from his whole, Megatron milking the last of it from his being.
He pulled out of his aching hole, gently lowering his legs to the ground. In one fluid motion he licked Amicus' tip, taking the final drop before it could join its kin. Slithering up his body he kissed him, now softer with orgasmic exhaustion. Amicus wrapped his arms around his neck, still shivering from the sheer amount of pleasure which left his nerves buzzing with glee.
Once it was apparent to both of them their session was over Megatron sat up, replacing his trousers and buttoning his shirt to his chest, leaving the rest of it open for any to see. He then gathered up Amicus's clothes, only placing them atop of his body before opening the door, picking up the bundle of his lover and fabrics effortlessly. Amicus protested not, feeling the ache of his hole even in this comfortable position. Leaning his head into the shoulder of the lord who enraptured him so his eyes fluttered closed, the remnants of his climax giving way to physical exhaustion. The rhythmic strides of his lover created the perfect siren's song, lulling him to sleep in strong arms.
