Return of the Heir Chapter 8
WARNING: This chapter contains mature content; read at your own risk.
The blue and white mech sat bolt straight off the berth and vented heavily trying to get his vents under control before he overheated. "Return before the flames and prepare" no that is the strangest thing I have ever heard. Novaton laid his helm back on the berth and fell into recharge once more.
It had finally reached the height of the cold season and the roads of Iacon were covered in ice and mud. Transport carts and zaphorses alike became stuck in the thick slippery blackish colored mud making travel almost impossible. He was forced to listen to Sentinel once again as the blue and orange mech went on about how they should design and dress for their bonding ceremony.
The mech was wanting to everything big and fancy while Optimus wanted it to be simple and traditional at the same time. "Oh, come on Optimus, we are royalty not some commoners."
The red and blue mech wanted to run from the room and hide in his quarters with nothing more than a good story to read while everything that was just discussed went out of his processor. Novaton was cleaning the castle again somewhere under close supervision of the Iaconinan Captain of the Guard, Kup. Kup was always like a second father to him and even taught him how to fight to better defend himself from those like the kidnappers when he was still a sparkling.
"I know we are royalty Sentinel, but why do we have to constantly boast about it; I mean, why do you want to treat the citizens like they mean nothing and not exist?"
"You know why my dearest, because they don't have what we have. We can have anything our sparks desire and more, you just have to see it."
Optimus couldn't believe his audiles, this mech had the never to essentially say that the citizens didn't matter; he wanted to slap the mech into the next stellar-cycle but couldn't because of his sire. "Our citizens do matter to me Sentinel Prime of Rodion and if you continue to act like this toward them, I will remove you from our city myself."
"What ever you say Optimus Prime of Iacon."
The celebration gala was tonight; letting everyone celebrate in their own way but only high-class citizens could enter the castle. Novaton was particularly pissed to put it lightly, the mech didn't lash out at anyone, thank Primus, but Optimus could still see the underlying hate. His slave was supposed to serve the drinks and serve his table; the interaction between him and Sentinel was sure to be interesting.
The gala came sooner than the young prince would like and soon found himself having to sit beside his supposed future bonded. He still wished that his carrier was here, she would know what to do and what advice to give him, but she had died a long time ago and the young prince knew it still hurt his father to think let alone talk about her. His father finally stood after all the guests had been seated.
"My fellow Iaconinans we gather here this night-cycle to celebrate my son's betrothal to Sentinel Prime of Rodion. This betrothal was forged after an agreement was made to align allegiances between our two cities, together our armies will be stronger and the economy will flourish. Now, let the gala begin."
The music followed from the corner of the room where the musicians sat and filled the room with a steady rhythm. Slaves soon came out to refill plates and drinks, Novaton came by a few nanokilks later to fill their table and drinks; the sad expression on his face told Optimus that he wanted to get out of here and return to cleaning, but his father's word was law here; nothing could be done now.
"So, Optimus I have heard that you have been studying the manuscripts on the Lost Heir of Kaon and teaching your slave to read and write in your spare time?"
Scrap, how could he have known that, "Yes I have; why does it concern you if I read about the Lost Heir and the reason he is learning is so he can respond better when asked to do something?"
"Because, we don't need to worry about it since the heir is said to be living with bandits now and Kaon is ripe for the taking; after all this time the ores that were once mined from their side of the Radon should be flourishing once again and rightfully ours to take. On the plus side, good idea on teaching him something."
Everyone at the table was shocked at what the prince of Rodion had just said. "Sentinel you are not suggesting we attack a defenseless city and citizens; that would be murder?"
"While I agree with the mining of the ores, I don't agree with attacking Kaon to get them as it would be indeed murder and I will not use my soldiers to commit such an unholy act. We will try and reason with whoever is presiding over the mountain city, but until then we will not discuss it further." Optimus was thankful for his father's statement, but not the way he looked at Sentinel as the same time, something was telling the young mech that there was more to the story.
The night pressed on and Optimus looked over to Sentinel who was apparently over charged from the empty glasses in front of him. Novaton was walking by with another tray for their table when he saw Sentinel stick his leg out; without warning Novaton fell, dropping the tray spilling the drinks, and energon puffs all over himself.
"Watch where you are going next time slave, because there may not be a next time. In fact," everyone watched as Sentinel grabbed Novaton and grabbed his panel, rubbing it, making the white mech's vents hitch; "…the next time you do something like this, I won't hesitate to take you in front of everyone; am I clear?"
Novaton could only weakly nod his helm as he was thrown to the floor and Sentinel pouring more energon on the defenseless mech. Optimus having have had enough got up and hauled Novaton to his peds and escorted him to his quarters without seeing the disappointed look on everyone's face; not knowing if it was him or Sentinel they were looking at.
When they got to his quarters he took the white and blue mech to the washracks and turned the solvent on for the soaking pool. When it was ready he helped Novaton remove his armor and guided the scared mech into the warm solvent before getting in himself. He grabbed a dry cloth and began to scrub the mech's back, "Novaton, I'm sorry this happened to you and Sentinel had no right to do what he did. As your master I'm relieving you from duty tomorrow and if my father says anything or Primus forbid Sentinel, well they can shove it up their exhaust ports."
"Thank You Optimus, but this is the life of a slave; we endure the hardships that everyone else can't. Timegazer was a blessing as he raised me from the beginning as I already told you. I wish there was a way I could have avoided this and lived somewhere I was a free mech, doing what I wished and maybe raise a family, not be humiliated and treated like something that should be living in the gutter under the streets; sadly, those are only dream fantasies" Novaton spoke with tears running down his face.
Optimus could only watch as the washer fluid spilled and knew nothing he said would be able to make the mech forget what happened earlier. He moved around to Novaton's front to better see the mech's face, cupping it gently he placed a gentle peck on his lips, starling the oblivious white mech. "There, that feels better now doesn't it?"
Novaton was shocked, the prince of Iacon kissed him, KISSED HIM, a slave; weather it was a way to cheer him up or plain stupidity he didn't know, but it stirred something in his pelvis that may or may not be a good thing, but then an idea popped into his head. "Optimus, don't know what that was, but I do believe this is a kiss; he grabbed the young prince's checks ever so gently and kissed him. The red and blue mech reciprocated the kissed with equal passion and fire; both glossa were battling for dominance in this fight and finally the prince relented to the larger mech.
Processors clouded with passion and lust neither knew when they made it to the berth or what exactly transpired, but soon Novaton had the prince withering under him as he stretched his virgin valve, prepping it for what was to come. "Please, Novaton more…more."
"As you command master" Novaton released his spike which was seen by Optimus who looked at him with confusion, the color didn't match his paint job; but both thought it was just a really dark blue that made it looked black. But soon Novaton began pushing his large spike into the awaiting valve and with all the prepping, the young prince didn't even flinch when his seal was broken. Thrust after thrust more lubricant spilled out of the valve as overload came closer, then Optimus's optics whited out after his third and final overload valve clamping down on the spike within.
Novaton's body unconsciously speed up as his spike was trapped in the tight passage and finally overload hit, the now known knot expanding tying them together after two more involuntary jerk of his hips; the large white mech felt every pulse his spike made as it still gushed transfluid after he came down from his high. "Are you alright Optimus?"
"Yes, I am fine" as he tried to pull away he flinched in the pain his valve told him about, "Do all slaves have a knot like this because my sire told me that this wouldn't happen with Sentinel?"
"I don't know and I don't care, let us consider this payback at Sentinel and all the pain he has cause you thus far."
Optimus knew that if, nay, when they found out; Novaton's helm would roll, however, "I agree with you Novaton, its my life and I decide when I am ready to bond myself off." Novaton only smiled and helped his smaller partner maneuver under the sheets and pulled him close as they waited for the knot to diminish as recharge claim both exhausted mechs unknowing of the trouble that lay around the corner.