Firewing lied on her berth staring at the ceiling, recharge not finding her at all. She had tossed and turned since Nacelle returned her to her quarters. Her processor still struggling to comprehend what Megatron had told her. She turned again, now lying on her side, being mindful of her sensitive wings. She closed her optics; desperately hoping recharge would take her... But no such luck.

She groaned as she rose from the berth, having given up on recharge tonight. She approached the door, opening it carefully, before quickly looking up and down the hallway. She exited her quarters, tip toeing down the hallway, being mindful not to wake anyone. When she stopped, she looked at the door in front of her. She lifted her servo, hesitating for only a moment, before knocking. She didn't have to wait long, before the door was opened, revealing the large form of the Decepticon leader.

"Firewing?" The silver mech was surprised to see the red femme at this hour. Although if he had to be honest; he was not upset.

"I couldn't recharge" the femme started, nervously bouncing from pede to pede. "I was hoping we could talk" she said.

Megatron stared at the femme in front for a moment, before stepping aside, inviting her into his quarters. "Of course my dear". He closed the door as he turned to follow the femme. He sat on the chair near his desk, offering her his berth to sit on. "What did you want to talk about?" He asked, watching her wings twitch nervously.

The femme opened her mouth, but almost immediately closed it again. Her helm dropped to look at the floor, a servo rubbing the back of her neck. "You know" she started, bringing her servos together in front of her. "I knew exactly what I wanted to say, but now that I'm here" she lifted her helm to look at the silver mech "in front of you. I just don't know how to say it" she admitted.

"Take your time" Megatron said as he sat forward. He could only imagine what the femme was feeling. "Just let the words come to you".

Firewing sighed softly, her helm dropped again. She closed her optics and calmed her intakes. "I never thought I'd ever consider being anything but an Autobot" she started, her optics opening to stare at the floor. "But now I find myself questioning my allegiance to them".

Megatron lent forward, his servo going to the femmes knee. "You are always welcome here" he announced, hoping she would consider staying.

The femme smiled as she looked up at the mech. "I know. I have felt more at home here than I ever did with the Autobots" she stated. "I was already torn as to what I should do. Then I found out that Sentinel does not care for my safety" she said, leaning back on the berth, Megatrons servos slipping from her knew. "Now I know that this is where I belong and I want to help" she announced. She knew she couldn't go back to the way things were, not now that she knew what Sentinel truly thought of her. "I wish to help. Starting with some information I believe will be of use to you" she said, as she pulled out her data transfer cable.

Megatron pulled out his own transfer cable, before connecting the two. He waited patiently as the femme transferred the information in question. He almost gasped in shock as he realised exactly what she'd just given him.

"This is a blueprint of the entire Autobot base. Every entry, exit and air vent is on the print" she started, as she did do finished the transfer. "I also managed to come by some security codes, which I don't believe Sentinel knows is missing" she said, disconnecting her transfer cable before putting it away.

"Thank you. This will be very useful" Megatron watched the femme, as he put his own transfer cable away, making a note to pass this information to Soundwave as soon as he could. He could see her wings sagging on her back her optics glazing over as tears formed in them. "Oh Firewing" he said. He moved to kneeling in front of her. "You will always be welcome on this base. Even if you only wish to be a neutral" he said, servos grabbing hers gently.

"I know. I just feel so lost" the femme said, wings twitching woefully. "I never thought I'd ever betray the Autobots. But I never thought they would ever abandon me either" she didn't even try to stop the tears as they fell from her optics.

Megatron brought a servo, brushing the tears as they fell. He hated seeing his femme cry. My femme. He thought. It just sounded right. "We would never do that. No Decepticon ever gets left behind" the silver mech said, as his servo moved to her chin. He gently lifted her helm so that his crimson optics met her sapphire ones. His spark skipped a pulse, as realisation hit him... He wanted to spend the rest of his existence with this femme. "Firewing" he whispered sensually. "May I kiss you?"

Firewing stared in shocked for a moment, not quite believing what she'd heard. She knew that she felt attracted to this mech, but had not realised till now that he returned the same feelings. She finally nodded her helm, not trusting her voice right now.

Both mech and femme moaned as their lips met. Neither truly realising how much tension there was between them until that very moment. Firewing brought her arms up, wrapping them around the Decepticons neck. She ran her servos over his shoulders, looking for pressure points to exploit. Her efforts were rewarded as the large mech pulled back, moaning at the pleasant sensation.

"Frag" he gasped, as he stood up. He manoeuvred the femme so she was lying fully on the berth, before climbing on after her. He straddled her hips, before leaning down to capture her lips again. His servos ran up and down her body, looking for pressure points. He suddenly stopped when he heard her gasp optics wide open. "Do you want to stop?" He asked through pants.

"No" the femme answered, reaching up to pull into another kiss.

Megatron moaned as the femmes glossa flicked at his lips. He opened his mouth slightly, allowing her glossa to play with his own. His servos worked her body, finding pressure points along her hips and abdomen. He had no intention of spiking her tonight… That could wait for another day. Instead, he wanted to show the femme just how much she meant to him.

Firewing gasped as she felt one of Megatron servos on her wing. She moaned as he fondled the sensitive limb, his servo stroking along the bottom edge. A shudder of bliss ran over her body as his other servo snaked up her body, find her cockpit. Her helm fell back with a groan as she felt the silver mech open her cockpit, playing with the sensitive controls inside.

Megatron sat up, servos never leaving her body, the sight before him almost enough to make him overload. "Beautiful" he whispered. He watched the pleasurable look on the femmes faceplates, taking in every sound she made as his servos worked her body. He knew she wasn't going to last much longer and wanted to see her come undone. He bent down to gently nip at her neck cables with his sharp denta.

That was all the femme needed to push her over the edge. She moaned blissfully, body tensing as overload washed over her systems.

Megatron held onto the femme as he felt her tense up. He almost overloaded as she moaned so delightfully into his audios, her body trembling against his own. But tonight was not about him. He was quite content to hold the seeker as her overload began to trail off. He watched as the femme panted heavily, optics dim with exhaustion. "Recharge my queen" he whispered as he lent down, planting a kiss to her forehelm. He rolled over, pulling the seeker close as he did, holding her against his chest as he fell into recharge.

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