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"So," Ratchet said with a very dry smile. "How did it go?"
"As well as can be expected," Optimus groaned, still clutching his helm. "She's agreed to stay with us for two weeks and then she'll decide what she's going."
"But not without some repercussion," Ratchet chuckled, seeing the dent Optimus was sporting.
"Indeed," Optimus sighed, collapsing into a chair. "Still, it could have been a lot worse; I did kidnap her after all."
"Well, I'm glad she didn't do more damage," Ratchet said wryly as he examined Optimus's injury.
"She almost did," Optimus stated, wincing as Ratchet probed the wound. "She came at me with those pincers but I managed to hold her off, although I probably won't be so lucky next time."
"About time you got a new sparing partner," the old Medic said wisely. "You practise too long with the same bots and no one else, you become rusty. If she agrees, we could all get a little practise in."
Optimus nodded, the most they'd dealt with over the last fifty cycles were human criminals. And while not all of these criminals had been pushovers, they couldn't really be compared with real Cybertronian warriors especially the Decepticons. Optimus had to admit that Elita's arrival could really prove to be advantageous.
"I'm just glad she's taken a shine to Valour," Optimus now said as Ratchet fixed the dent. "All he needs is to work his charm and I don't think she'll tell anyone. But I am hoping she'll stay, I want to show her she can have a happy fulfilling life even if we can't cure her."
"We'll do our best," Ratchet said softly as he suddenly paused, obviously receiving a comm.
"The kids are on their way back," he said after another moment's pause. "They've apparently collected a mountain of goodies this year, if we all tried to eat it, we couldn't do it even in a month."
Optimus laughed, Valour and Sari did love their sweets and goodies. Normally, they would share out the sweets because it was far too much for the two kids but the little ones were still satisfied with the load they ended up with. Of course, this year they had a new edition to their little family and Optimus wondered what Elita would think about this. Oh yeah, there was also the Dinobots, maybe this would sweeten them up a little. The Prime still wasn't sure why they didn't trust him unless it was some kind of alpha mech thing but since they got on with Valour and most of the others, he tolerated them.
"We'll sort all that out tomorrow," Optimus said, still chuckling. "After the excitement we had tonight, we'll need to have a relaxing day."
"Sounds good," Ratchet said briskly. "Come on, we'd better go meet them or they'll come screaming in here."
This made Optimus laugh again, after a fun night and a full tank of high energy sweeties, the kids would literally be bouncing off the walls. With his friend at his side, they headed for the exit to prevent the kids from waking up the whole island with their antics.
The next day
Blackarachnia emerged from her room, looking around carefully. All seemed quiet and she was relieved, she wasn't sure if she was feeling social. She'd already shot some of her web all over her room, just to freak out any nosy Autobots. It certainly worked with the Cons; they quickly learned to stay clear of any room she took over. She didn't plan to stay her so she had no intention of bothering to personalise it. At least the berth had been comfortable, with a lot of strange organic material lining it.
Despite the Energon goodies she'd received the night before; she was feeling rather peckish now. That appeared to be a side effect of being Techno Organic, an increased appetite and a need to refuel more often. She wondered where the Rec Room was, surely they'd have one if they'd been living here for the past fifty cycles?
As she prowled through the corridors, trying to get her bearings, there was a squeal and two small bodies came charging into the one she was in. She recognised the first one as Valour but the other appeared to be one of the native organics, a tiny little female. Both Sparklings came to an abrupt halt at the sight of her and Valour exclaimed.
"Elita, you're up!"
"Blackarachnia," she corrected, wondering how often she'd have to say that. "And what are you up to, little one?"
"Not much," he replied cheerfully before gesturing at the organic. "This is Sari, my best friend."
"Hi!" Sari yelled far too merrily. "Valour's told me all about you."
"I'm sure he has," Blackarachnia said sardonically. "Now, you little dears wouldn't know where the Rec Room is, would you?"
"Sure, are you wanting breakfast?" Valour said and she assumed that referred to the first fuelling of the cycle.
"I am," she said with a nod. "A girl needs to keep herself fuelled."
"You're in for a treat," Sari declared. "We're going to sort out all our Halloween sweets and we've got to split them up between everyone. That means you'll get some too."
"How...nice," she said coolly but the Sparklings didn't seem to notice.
"Come one, we'll take you there," Prime's son said eagerly, grabbing her hand and dragging her forward.
"For Optimus's son, he certainly doesn't have any inhibitions," she thought to herself, the growing hunger in her stomach prompting her to follow the Sparklings.
The Rec Room they arrived in was like nothing she'd ever seen before. The first thing that stuck out was how...homely it was, it was warm and cosy with none of the usual threatening atmosphere she was used to from the Decepticons. As well as a sitting area for general fuel consumption, there was also a large view screen almost covering an entire wall with some strange, squishy looking long seats that were set in front of the screen. The floor was alternatively lined even stranger squares or ovals of organic looking material. The walls themselves appeared to be covered in all sorts of poster or shelves stuffed full of things.
It was very chaotic and she could easily imagine a ton of Autobots in here but in fact, there appeared to be only four. There was Optimus drinking from a half full cube of Energon, a Mech she recognised as the missing Medic, that overgrown wrecker and a small yellow bot who's information described him as a bumbler. Those three were also sitting at the table with cubes of varying fullness and all four of them looked up when she and the Sparklings entered.
"Daddy, look who we got," Valour called excitedly to his father who smiled warmly.
"I see that," Optimus said, meeting her optics. "Good morning Elita."
She bestowed a stern look on him and said icily.
"It's Blackarachnia as you know full well, Optimus."
He offered her a rather wry smile.
"I do but like I said last night, you'll always be Elita One to me."
She scowled, hands on hips as the bumbler openly gawked at her. Valour suddenly tugged on her hand, saying.
"Come on, you gotta have breakfast and then we can sort the goodies out. Daddy says we can't sort any of them out until everyone's eaten."
"Come and meet my crew," Optimus offered, filling a cube for her and setting it down.
With a great amount of dignity, she stalked over to a seat and sat down, planting her heeled feet very firmly on the table. As Optimus raised an optic brow, Valour squealed.
"Oooh, ooh, you're not allowed to put your feet on the table. That's naughty."
"Well, I am a naughty girl," she purred, giving the bumbler her best seductive look, making him choke and fall out of his seat.
"How many kids live here?" the Medic couldn't help but ask sardonically as Valour and Sari giggled hysterically at her actions.
She ignored him and asked.
"Isn't there another one who lives here?"
"You mean Prowl? He's already fuelled, he's probably meditating somewhere," Optimus answered with a shrug.
"Hmm and that's all of you?" she questioned but judging by the wry smiles, she was mistaken.
With a slight grimace, Optimus said.
"Actually no, we recently had three new bots join us."
"Really?" she said as Valour exclaimed. "After we've had breakfast, can I take Elita exploring?"
As she grumbled over the name, Optimus smiled and said.
"Of course Valour but don't tire our guest out."
"I won't," the little bot promised as she shook her head. Just what was she letting herself in for?
Decepticon flagship, the Nemesis
Megatron glared at his view screen as he saw who was calling. He'd been expecting a report from Shockwave who was following the news on Cybertron closer than ever, particularly that of a certain missing Prime and his team. There had been no news for fifty cycles although the Autobots had learned that their absent Prime had been Sparked by the Decepticon leader. Many thought he was hiding out of shame or perhaps even offline.
"Mighty Megatron," came the sneering voice of Starscream, looking just as insolent as ever. "I see you have recovered from your...ahem...unfortunate accident."
"Starscream," Megatron said coldly. "What do you want?"
"I merely wished to see how my glorious leader is doing?" Starscream said smoothly, his sneer widening. "I must you say you look magnificent, Megatron, that new look definitely suits you."
Megatron didn't say anything even though he wasn't displeased about his new appearance. It would serve its purpose, especially when he got his hands on that treacherous Prime and his heir. It was however nice to see all those admiring looks various Mechs and Femmes had been giving him.
"It's such a shame certain...others can't enjoy it," Starscream now said, savouring every single condescending word.
With narrowed optics, Megatron growled.
"And you wouldn't know anything about that, would you Starscream?"
Starscream stared at him for a moment before cackling with laughter. As Megatron felt his temper rise, Starscream managed to choke out.
"Oh my lord, I believe that's the best thing about this situation...I have absolutely no idea where that Prime or your brat are. They could easily be in the next room for all I know."
His face now took on a mockingly sad look.
Megatron found he didn't have the patience for Starscream this time; after all, it was him who 'forced' him to change his looks, even if it was for the better.
"Starscream, if you don't leave at this instant, since I can see you have nothing important to report, I will rip off your wings and shove them up your aft!"
"Oh, but mighty Megatron," The seeker learned closer. "How long since the last time you had any... release? I've heard you've been quite frustrated after your little Autobot ran away."
"That is none of your business and nothing you can do about it!" The leader barked, feeling his temper rise.
"Can't I? Perhaps if you let me try...After all, all I want to do is to please my leader..." The seeker purred seductively.
Megatron looked back at his lieutenant considering his offer. He was right, it was fifty cycles since the last time he had felt any relief; none of the slaves his soldiers brought for him satisfied him, and none of his soldiers could satisfy him either...
...there was no one like that Prime... he was unique, he made him feel so powerful and strong and even though he knew what he was, Optimus Prime made him feel like a god...in a way he didn't fully understand.
Thinking about him made a wave of arousal run from his spike to his body and made him actaully consider Starscream's unasked offer.
"So, lord Megatron, what say you? It's just a matter of time before that spider finds your pet and son; but the thing is... how long will she take?"
Megatron growled again, he had no idea how long the techno organic would take and that was supposing she'd find Prime when all others had failed. He couldn't bear if she did fail; he could not take much more of this...frustration.
"Very well," Megatron growled. "You may come aboard Starscream."
As Starscream grinned, Megatron said in warning.
"But I warn you...even without your little stunt, my patience is thin and if you disappoint me..."
"Oh don't worry my lord," Starscream purred, giving Megatron an even more seductive look. "Shall I come over now?"
"Yes, you wretched Seeker," Megatron spat, annoyed he was forced to use the traitorous Seeker just for satisfaction. Just another reason to be furious with his Autobot whore Optimus Prime, he was the cause of all this anguish. It wasn't enough that he had to spirit away his only son...no, he had to force the leader of the Decepticons to become sexually addicted to him.
"As you wish my lord," Starscream murmured before the connection was broken.
Megatron stamped over to his throne room to await Starscream, and brooded over the situation. As he alerted his crew to allow Starscream to come to him unharmed, he pondered over the fact that there was a time he'd have never have even touched the Seeker. At least in the way Starscream was offering...
Starscream arrived mere minutes after the call was finished.
"Megatron..." He whispered, desire clear in his optics.
The warlord looked at him with a frown and set himself in a better position, sprawling his legs as if he didn't wanted the thing the seeker would offer him soon. Seconds after that gesture, the seeker leaned closer and knelt in front of his frowning leader's thighs.
"Don't worry Megatron, I only intend to please you... to make you feel better."
"Shut up, seeker, and get to work already!" he growled impatiently.
Starscream smirked and learned down to his leader's thighs, kissing and licking the sensitive panels, trying to arouse the other enough for him to open them and for him to work properly.
Megatron grunted and his spike cover slid back revealing his length which was quickly pressurising. Starscream didn't wasted another minute to take the round and fat head in his mouth and suckle on it with long and low moans that send vibrations along the member before releasing it and licking at the ridged and sensitive surface.
The seeker watched for a second as his leader off-lined his optics and lolled his head back trying to feel as much pleasure as possible. That pleased the seeker as well; he had his leader just where he wanted. This was what he always wanted... too bad Megatron was more interested in that Autobot than him.
With his free hand he took the length in it and started stroking it up and down, squeezing it from time to time which gained Megatron's low rumbles and his hips trying to thrust up as he continued to lick before taking the hardened and hot spike back in his mouth and sucked on it hard just as he continued to squeeze the bottom of it.
The warlord let out a long, deep and loud moan which Starscream felt rattling all over his body and his own panel snapped open and warm lubricants started to drip from the eager port.
He ached to touch himself, but he needed both hands to please his leader. This could be his only chance to become his favourite; he couldn't afford to blow it. He massaged his leader's thighs, increasing the stimulation that Megatron was feeling. If he could get him to overload just from this, Megatron would keep him for sure.
Who knows, perhaps if things went further, he could even give Megatron want he desperately wanted...an heir.
After all, that other one had undoubtedly been raised an Autobot and an Autobot was no use as future Decepticon leader. If Starscream couldn't be leader, then he'd ensure his own Sparkling was. Seekers were known for being fertile, all he needed was a chance and he could deliver.
"How is that my leader," he murmured, letting go of Megatron's length for a moment. "Does that...please you?"
"Just get on with it," Megatron growled but it wasn't as impatient or angry as before.
Starscream purred with pleasure before continuing on. He used his glossia to swirl around Megatron's spike head, making the large grey Mech growl and groan. Starscream rubbed the thighs harder, even as his own Port throbbed hungrily, oh how he wished Megatron would satisfy him.
...To take him... to dominate him... to have that powerful alpha thrusting this thick and long spike deep and hard in him...
His port clenched on nothing and he moaned around his leader's spike at the frustration of being unable to touch himself and self service. His lubricants were running free now from his achingly hungry port, but he still had to ignore it for his own wellbeing.
"Oooooh...!" Megatron moaned as Starscream bobbed his head up and down faster and every time to time he stopped and nibbled at the sensitive head which caused the owner of such magnificent piece to cry out in rapture. It was just a matter of seconds before Megatron overloads and what an overload it would be.
The Warlord's grasp around the throne's arm rests tightened, almost breaking them and Megatron saw how everything around turned white. And then his spike erupted hard in Starscream's mouth releasing so much fluid that the seeker could barely milk it all, but he still managed not leaving a single drop behind.
Megatron gasped harshly trying to cool out his systems. The seeker still on his knees in front of him was also panting for air deeply and his handsome cheeks were flushed a deep rosy colour.
"I hope that was satisfying for my leader... if you feel better now, and don't mind, I will like to retire for my own quarters..." Starscream tried to stand on his wobbly legs and forced his panel shut praying that Megatron didn't see the lubricant on his tights.
However...Megatron did notice...
"Stay right where you are, Seeker," the warlord growled and Starscream felt a thrill of anticipation.
"Yes, my lord?" he asked rather breathlessly, turning around so that his stained thighs were on clear display.
Megatron smiled coldly and beckoned with a finger. Starscream eagerly came and climbed into Megatron's lap, his desire clear. Megatron chuckled and stroked Starscream's head.
"Did I give you permission to do that?"
"No...but does my lord really want me to get off?" Starscream purred, nuzzling the hand stroking him.
"Hmm, you're lucky I'm in a good mood," Megatron stated quietly, a hand slipping down to Starscream's panel and gripping. "Open for me Starscream, right now!"
Starscream could do nothing but instantly obey, retracting his extremely wet Port for Megatron to see. Megatron looked at it, smirking coldly.
"Do you know how hard I'm going to take you Starscream?" he said in a matter of fact way, making Starscream's wings flutter with ecstasy.
"You tried to destroy me, Starscream," Megatron continued, shoving a hard finger into the Seeker's Port, making Starscream moan with pleasure. "My whole body needed to be rebuilt."
"Not the important parts, my lord," Starscream gasped out. "You were only...improved on...nothing about you has been detracted."
"There is that," Megatron acknowledged, moving that finger around. "Am I handsome Starscream?"
"There is none more handsome than you, Lord Megatron," Starscream quickly assured him. "Anyone would want to call themselves yours."
"Oh really?" The warlord purred thrusting another finger and scissoring them, coating his hands in Starscream's lubricant. "And that includes you?"
"Oh yessss, yes, oh my leader, always yours, only yours..." The seeker moaned helplessly as he bucked his hips against the invading fingers that stretched him so deliciously, but he needed more.
Megatron's spike twitched and pulsed as it demanded attention and the warlord removed his wetted fingers from his seeker... 'yesss... my seeker' he thought before positioning the jet's hips just above his spike.
The radiating heat from the thick member against his port made Starscream moan and wiggle his hips trying to impale himself onto it but Megatron held him firm and the seeker started to moan in impatience.
"Please, oh please my lord, I need you...!"
Megatron smirked and groaned lowly at the feeling of the wet and warm drops Starscream's port produced and landed on the head of his oversensitive and over stimulated spike. "So wet and eager, was it always like this? You always desired me to ram into you with as much strength I posses?"
"Yessssss!" Starscream hissed as an answer and in response to his leader lowering his hips onto the head of his spike and rubbing the surface against the quivering port.
"So... you admit that everything you wanted was my attentions? That has a price, Starscream..."
"A price I am most... ah! ...desiring and willing to pay!"
With nothing more than a lust filled and triumphal smirk, Megatron rammed himself into Starscream's port as hard as he could; the creature above him screamed in a mixture of utter pain and pleasure.
"M-Megatron," Starscream half shrieked, half gasped.
Chuckling, Megatron held him firm, enjoying the feel of his Spike stretching Starscream to breaking point.
"You did ask for this, my dear Seeker. Don't tell me you want me to stop?"
"No!" Starscream cried, as though really thinking Megatron would do just that. "No my lord, I want you to continue...t-to frag me...hard!"
"Whatever my treacherous little Seeker desires," Megatron rumbled, pleased to see Starscream's wings flutter. Gripping the Seeker's hips in a grip that almost dented his armour, he began to thrust hard into Starscream's Port which luckily for the Seeker was slick with lubricant.
How hard he'd been forced to work to produce any lube in that little Prime's Port. He felt his Spike twitch at the thought of slave and thrust even harder. Starscream cried, mewed and moaned, gripping his master's shoulder so tightly that his claws were embedded in the thick armour. Megatron just growled, he was going to overload this Seeker so hard he'd be seeing stars. This was just a taste of what he was going to his little Prime, oh yes, he was going to frag him good and hard.
He'd show that worthless Autobot just what he'd been missing.
Yes... his Autobot whore, screaming out as his spike filled him over and over again, just like what he was doing to Starscream, his willing and treacherous lieutenant.
It suddenly came, the hard tidal wave that hit both of them at the same time surprised even Megatron himself and Starscream screamed out so loud that the crystal of his optics; what surprised him more was the loud and long scream he, himself let out...
...The overload was so powerful that he lost control for a few seconds as he continued thrusting hard, releasing the last drops of his thick transfluid in the deepest reaches of Starscream's clenching port... and said port milked it all not leaving a single drop fall, saving it deep inside his reproduction chamber.
Both mechs lay panting and Megatron continued his tight hold on Starscream's hips just as tight as the seeker's port held his now softening spike in its clenching hold, like never wanting to let go.
"Mega- mh- Megatron..." The seeker panted and mewled as his clenching port seemed to demand more from the other; but the seeker knew that he shouldn't push his luck, so, as carefully as he could he tried to lift from his leader's lap; but said mech was still holding him tightly. "I... hope you enjoyed that... but... I guess is time for me to leave, I need to... to... wash..."
Megatron growled not really wishing to leave the delicious tightness his spike seemed to be trapped into.
Starscream paused, hearing the growl and saying hesitantly.
"You wish for me to...stay, my lord?"
"I will tell you when you are dismissed," Megatron growled possessively, as Starscream relaxed and leaned slightly against his chest.
"Maybe my lord, I could clean us up later," he said suggestively, making Megatron smirk. Yes, that didn't sound like a bad idea at all. But a thought struck him and he asked.
"You said anyone would want to call themselves mine."
As Starscream nodded eagerly, Megatron said tightly.
"And yet Prime ran...with my son in tow. What do you say to that, Starscream?"
The smile slipped from Starscream's face and he hissed.
"The Mech was a fool; you could have given him and his offspring everything...now all that waits him is justice and separation from his spaw...I mean, his offspring."
"Yes," Megatron said slowly. "The only one to defy me so and he's successfully managed to evade me."
"Not for long," Starscream assured him, laying his head against Megatron's board chest. "We have searched so much my lord, his possible hiding places are surely dwindling. Sooner or later, he will be yours again my lord and your son restored to his proper place."
Starscream really didn't wish for that to happen, rather he wished for that Autobot to stay in whatever pit he found himself in, and never return to Megatron... his Megatron... but the comment worked as his leader started stroking his wings in some kind of weird loving gesture. The seeker smirked at that, he was the only one who deserved Megatron and no one else!
...
"So... you're a spider?" Valour looked at Blackarachnia in awe as they walked around in the base, the others including Sari were off doing their own things. "That is SO awesome! You have eight legs, eight optics and can walk all over the walls and ceiling...and climb everywhere! I wish I can do that!"
"You don't know what you're talking about, little one, it's not a very pleasant thing... being a freak..." She trailed off.
"You're not a freak," He tilted his head to the side. "You're different, in a good and awesome way, I can't understand why you don't like to be an awesome spider, and you can even make those awesome webs," He beamed and she looked down at him. "You must be the most powerful femme I've ever met... even if you're the only femme I've met... are all femmes this powerful and awesome?"
That kid really talked, but even then, she couldn't help but find him cute, he was obviously more Optimus' son than Megatron's. She actually couldn't believe that said tyrant helped to the produce of such... angel...
She wondered how Megatron would react if he could meet this chirpy little Mech. As far as she was aware, Megatron had only seen his son once, the cycle he had been Sparked. Freshly Sparked bots weren't the best indication of how they would turn out and the Decepticon leader would probably be horrified at how....Autobot his son was. Valour wasn't interested in throwing his weight around, fighting, trying to grab power...yes, Blackarachnia would be very interested to see her leader's reaction.
Not that she was complaining about the young Mechling, Valour was completely open and honest...and that had resulted in his complete accepted of her. He wasn't horrified or disgusted in her appearance; he actually thought it was awesome. She'd never met anyone who'd accepted her so totally and utterly, she had to credit Optimus with how he'd raised his son.
"Femmes...vary," she finally answered, in response to his question. "Some are admired for their beauty and how delicate they are. Others are tough, no nonsense and desire to be treated just like any Mech. Other are incredibly skilled in their chosen profession. It simply depends on the Femme, little one; some are perfectly un-extraordinary except perhaps to their family."
"That's like girls then," he concluded after a moment's thought. "Me and Sari have a lot of friends and we watch loads of movies, their all different too."
She smiled and patted his head, just as a roar sounded close. She jerked with a gasp, it sounded like a massive creature. The Techno-organic tensed for a fight but Valour was saying.
"That sounds like Grimlock."
"Grimlock?" she repeated as the roar was heard again.
"Yep, he's leader of the Dinobots," Valour explained, watching as some distant trees shook. "He's a dinosaur robot that Sari and me brought to life."
"Brought to life?" she repeated. "How in Primus's name did you do that?"
"Well... It was some kind of accident... We didn't mean to... We just tried to fix the dinosaurs from the museum and-" the little one tried to explain before another roar was heard and three huge figures the spider had never seen before came out of the trees and towards them.
Blackarachnia was speechless... Or just plain freaked out, she couldn't decide.
"Hi, Grimlock!" Valour waved his hand at him and stretched his arms towards him. The dinosaur bent his head to him and took him up high.
"We dinobots, hungry!" the leader roared with Valour on his nose. "We hunt!"
"No! Don't hunt or daddy and Prowl will be sad..."
The techno organic femme watched how the little critter handled three of the biggest mechs she ever saw... However...they didn't seem to be too smart.
"We'll go and get something- oh!" he exclaimed. "Meet my new friend Elita, she's an awesome femme!" then pointed to her.
In no time the three massive beasts had their optics on her.
"It's Blackarachnia..." she trailed off watching how the three surrounded her and she set on a fighting pose... But the three just sniffed at her.
"What the-?"
"They want to know you!" Valour explained
"Know me?" she repeated dumbly, they were built like predators and had even just stated their intention to hunt.
"Uh huh, cause they've never seen you before," Valour explained. "They like to examine everyone they meet."
"Hey," she yelped as the flier nudged her from behind. "Watch it."
"You Femme," The one apparently called Grimlock declared. "What you doing here?"
"I'm here for a visit," she said wryly as they began to look her up and down. "What about you big boy, what's your story?"
"Me Grimlock king," he declared with a roar, almost unseating Valour. "Might dinobots rule this island and then...err...uh..."
He paused; he didn't seem to know what to say next. There was silence before Valour suddenly giggled.
"Grimlock, can we race again, please?"
"Me Grimlock, hungry!" the dinosaur roared.
"Then... Let's race to see who will eat first! Come on! Let's go find Prowl!" Valour squeaked as the three turned around and ran away with the sparkling in tow.
"Bye, Elita, see ya later..." Valour waved his hand from his position on the 'king' dinosaur's head.
She was so bewildered that she couldn't answer back or correct him on her name. "That little mech... He... He..." she trailed off, trying to voice out loud her lack of belief at how he handled those beasts. He seemed to be born a prince destined to be a king no doubt.
"He's my pride," a voice stated and Optimus came from behind her. "My everything."
Blackarachinia turned and faced him. "Megatron says the same." and watched how his optics widened for a second.
"Elita... I..." he tried, obviously to talk her into not doing that.
"It's Blackarachnia... How many times do I need to repeat myself?"
Optimus had a sad look and smiled at her, not really looking at her... As if he was contemplating the past... "You will always be Elita for me, no matter what."
"Good! But my name is Blackarachnia now, so please respect it."
"Very well... Elita... I'll call you that if you wish."
The spider femme rolled her four optics, but decided to change the subject. "Tell me... How did Megatron get his hands on you and decide to make you his... mate?"
At those words the Prime almost stumbled, remembering all the abuse, the torture, the humiliation...
"Can you tell me?" The spider insisted even after watching his reactions.
Optimus swallowed before saying slowly.
"It was just another assignment...my team and I were on a moon clearing and repairing a space bridge when Decepticons appeared out of nowhere. There was no time to get organised and more were coming...I told my team to run while I held them off. Well, the good news was that my team did manage to escape, in part thanks to Prowl who stopped those who got past me."
He paused, obviously remembering what had happened.
"Bad news was that I wasn't able to get away. I was captured and taken onto their ship...the command ship...Megatron's ship."
She watched him as he glanced at the place where Valour had disappeared. It took him another few moments to form his next words.
"I was taken to Megatron, the soldiers who'd captured me wanted to receive praise for what they'd done, even though they'd failed to take or even kill the rest of my team. He...looked me over...he ordered me to be brought closer so he could...touch me."
The Autobot shuddered as he said.
"Megatron liked what he saw and gave them new orders... to take me to his quarters and chain me to his berth. I waited all cycle for him; there was no way to escape."
"He wanted to make you his mate?" she asked softly but he shook his head.
"Not then, he just liked the look of me and wanted to use me for a while."
"And a few cycles later that felt like an eternity, I felt ill... Megatron was worried because his 'pet' couldn't play anymore and took me to their medic; it was then that I found out that I was sparked.
"After that, Megatron was given instructions that he shouldn't touch me or stress me out, that the sparkling would be in danger if I didn't submit willingly, and he knew that I was not going to give up, so, for as long as my carrying lasted, he didn't touch me..."
Optimus trailed off and Blackarachnia knew that maybe Megatron didn't take his valve, but there were other ways to abuse a mech.
"After I sparked," He continued. "I knew I had a chance to escape and I took it and even if Megatron offered me Cybertron... I just wasn't ready to go near my rapist again, nor did I want Valour to have that life, to be like his sire... I can't imagine my sparkling turning into a monster..."
The spider femme watched how the other tried to keep himself strong and not broke up in front of her. And in a small sense she thought that he was kind of admirable because keeping his creation... a rape's creation and not blaming him on everything that he went through with Megatron.
"How did you find this world? How you did know that Megatron would never look into one like this?"
Optimus was about to answer when Grimlock appeared behind her with his brothers and sniffed her again.
"What?! You again?" She jumped.
"We Dinobots race," he said simply before looking down at Blackarachnia and saying. "You Femme race too." he pushed her a little with his nose.
"Uh, I'm not sure," she began but then Grimlock said a bit more firmly. "You Femme race!" and Valour giggled.
"Alright, if you want to play..." she replied before suddenly transforming into her spider form.
The Dinobots made slight sounds of surprise but they quickly recovered. Optimus just chuckled.
"You spider Femme," Grimlock said with a hint of approval. "We race now."
Valour squealed with pleasure, clinging onto Grimlock's head as they readied themselves for the race.
"First to top of hill and back," Grimlock stated as they all readied themselves.
Optimus looked at them all with longing looks before turning back and entering the base again leaving the others to their race. He needed a time alone. Blackarachnia noticed but said nothing, just watched him leave.
"Dinobots! Ready?!" Grimlock growled and Valour cheered from his position on Grimlock's head.
"GO!" He roared and the three dinosaurs ran as fast as they could leaving behind a cloud of dust.
And when said cloud cleared, Blackarachnia watched them from her position at the entrance of the base, still in her spider form. "Idiots..." She chuckled and went after Optimus.
"Optimus," she called softly. "Optimus, are you there?"
She found him in a spare room filled with random equipment, his back was to her and it was hunched all over. Every now and again, it shook slightly and she knew he was repressing sobs. Carefully, she came over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, her anger at him keeping her here and for everything else forgotten for the moment. From this angel, she saw he had his face in one hand; the other was braced on his knee.
"I hope you've no idea what that's like, Elita," he said, voice a little broken and she didn't have the Spark to reprimand him for the use of her old name. "To be used like a toy, like a drone and then find out you're having a Sparkling with your rapist. And he was so happy, so proud; he treated me almost kindly that cycle just because I was the first to Spark for him. None of the others ever had, no matter how long he had them or how often he..."
He didn't finish, he didn't have to. It was strange, it felt like she was Elita again as she slid into the spot next to him and took his hand, he'd lowered it back onto his knee. Gently squeezing it, she said.
"Valour's a beautiful Sparkling; you've done a wonderful job with him."
"Thank you," he said, managing a small smile as he said. "Megatron was overjoyed to find out I was expected him...and so was I. It's funny, you might think I wouldn't but I was, the thought of my own child was what sustained me all through my Carrying, I couldn't wait to meet them. I'd always wanted a Sparkling and even though they were also Megatron's, I didn't care...I honestly didn't care."
He glanced at her, saying.
"Ever since you...were gone, things haven't been good for me. I took the fall for what happened, I took on a team that were going nowhere and I'd been living in a dark fog ever since. They were always a great team, despite their reasons for being there but I wasn't capable of fully being the leader they needed. Having Valour was the kick started I need, he was my ray of sunshine in the darkness."
She learned closer and took his face into one of her petite hands making him looking at her with his optics almost bordering on tears. "Optimus, you escaped and raised a beautiful son that is what it matters."
"I can't help but remember it all sometimes; he's still haunting me in my dreams even..." And said tears finally fell. Blackarachnia felt her spark constrict at the sight; her friend, her tough and kind friend, suffering like this, emotional wounds that never really healed.
She took his head and set it on her chest and hugged him there, lulling him with the sound of her techno organic spark as he sobbed and cried... and hugged her back from his position.
He didn't wanted to look weak in front of anyone, especially her, but he couldn't help it, it just hurt too much and he needed to take it out...somehow; he was keeping it all saved and hidden in order for Valour to never see him like this, for him to never knew that his creation was linked to suffering and nightmares...
...just as much as he was linked to joy and happiness.
They lay there together in their own world, without realising they had an illicit audience...
Prowl was looking at the two from his hidden position on the roof. He felt sorry for the Prime too, after all, he could see what he tried to hide all this time.
"Valour...Valour doesn't know about any of this," he suddenly whispered. "He knows he has a father and that we're not together but no more than that. I told him I'll tell him more when he's older but I dread that. I'm just lucky he isn't at an age when he's curious about his father. What can I tell him?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "It's something big; Valour cannot leave this planet without knowing something about Megatron."
She paused before saying.
"I...I don't want to say this but...Megatron is becoming impatient, he is desperate to find both you and Valour. More and more planets are being searched and they have a very long list of planets they know you're not on. I'm not sure how much longer you can hide for."
He closed his optics, seemingly in pain before opening them.
"I know that and I dread that even more than Valour finding out about his Sire."
Optimus looked up towards the ceiling and Prowl lent back, he didn't want his leader to know he was there. He obviously needed to talk.
"We've built...such a wonderful home here, for all of us. And it could all be destroyed in a moment."
"Elita," he said, his tone a little desperate. "What can I do?"
"Be prepared; in time he will come, he will start searching for the planets with organic life in them, and this one may be one of the firsts..."
He hugged her closer not really wanting to think on that; his home, his world, everything will be gone if Megatron found them! And this time, the Decepticon leader will make sure he never escapes again and stays as his sex slave and breeder forever until he grows unable to carry anymore... he might also separate him from his creations once they spark... He didn't want to think on it anymore.
But what he started thinking as he tried to erase those other thoughts was the position he found himself in... or rather on her very chest... and he found himself enjoying it, the gentle beatings of her spark, the warmth of her techno organic system, her scent... He couldn't believe how good she smelled... He also wondered if she took a bath and used some kind of perfume.
Optimus dimmed his optics and hugged her tighter without realising what he was doing... Just as the spider hugged his head against her and the rest of his body in the remaining four legs.
Prowl smiled slightly, it seemed fate might have found something for the stressed Prime. Making sure they weren't watching, he carefully crept away, there was no need for him remain here. Once he was out of the room, he sighed and started walking away. What would they do if Megatron discovered this planet, where could they go? And what about little Sari, the half human, half bot Femme, what would become of her?
He liked her a lot, just as much as he did Valour and knew she'd be devastated if separated from her little best friend. This was something he'd need to discuss with Ratchet, they could not leave it all to their Prime, they needed to take action.
Meanwhile, Blackarachnia was stroking Optimus's head as she said.
"I don't know if it helps but Megatron has suffered since you left. He can barely concentrate on finding the AllSpark or asking over Cybertron, all he thinks about is finding you. He can't even interface anymore."
"He can't interface?" Optimus said in disbelief. "I never thought that would happen...ever."
"Yeah, he's been quite frustrated all this time, no one has been able to make his spike stand, the rumours said."
"And here I thought the fragging bastard will never stop finding a hole or taking one... after all, he...never..." He sank deeper onto her chest feeling another unwanted wave of memories.
"He actually has changed... physically, though mentally speaking; he's the same and old bastard as ever; will you like to know what happened?"
Optimus nodded on her chest. "Starscream tried to kill him by planting a bomb on him, he didn't die, but his spiky armour is gone; I have to admit he looks very good in his new body... but he's still the same afthole and you can see it radiating it all over himself."
"I don't care if he's the most beautiful mech in the universe... for me he will always be a monster."
"It's what he is, and you knew him personally, but that doesn't mean you will be with him again," as she said that, he looked up at her with big blue optics as if asking her...
"No," She answered. "I will not give you to him, I can't bear to see Valour suffering because his carrier was ripped from his life... or my friend suffering the 'games' that fragging afthole is surely preparing for him."
At her words, his anxious expression melted away and he smiled at her, such a sweet smile it was like they were back in time. He looked so handsome right about then and she smiled back at him, a real genuine happy smile. And then he closed the gap between them and gently kissed her on the lips. She almost jolted in shock; she'd never been kissed like that before.
But then it ended and he was looking into her optics.
"Thank you," he said simply. "You've no idea how much this means to me, I'll always be in your debt."
"It's...it's nothing," she said, utterly flushed. "He's a cute kid."
"He is," he agreed with a chuckle, laying his head against her chest again. And to her mild surprise, she found she didn't mind at all.
Author's. Can Optimus and Elita work things out? What are Megatron and Starscream up to? Find out next time until then.
