DIY 24
AAAHHHH I'M SO SORRY! I've been neglecting this story for so damn long, I apologize! Ok, so I back, and I hope I won't that bad of a writer's block again. HOPE YA'LL LIKE THIS!
Kiki: pairing: Megatron/Optimus; bayverse
place: megatron's dream; a meadow full of exotic flowers
kink: size difference, submissive Optimus
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All was quiet on the planet Cybertron. The sky was a beautiful black, stars shingling bright in the night. Until a silver streak interrupted the night. It zoomed towards the planet, gaining speed as it closed in. It landed with an almighty crash, with enough force to crush a building. As the meteor resumed a recognizable form, it was surprisingly, a mech. Megatron. After a few breems, mechanical clicks and whirls were heard. A klik later, optics opened to reveal slightly dazed crimson. Megatron struggled to sit up, as he looked at his surroundings.
*A field...I WAS UP IN SPACE! HOW THE SLAG DID I END UP IN A FRAGGEN FIELD?*
Megatron struggled to regain his bearings. He hadn't a dragging clue on how this happened. He had been on one of his ships, in the comforts of his berth,(with a subordinate or two) resting from post coital bliss. And now, he was currently sitting in a massive field, filled with strange flowers. Some were metal, warped and molted into beautiful shapes and colors. Others were organic, with vibrant colors and soft petals, swaying softly in the breeze. The silver mech took his time to get back up on his peds, admiring the flowers and the smell. As he looked around, he warily glanced at the forests surrounding the meadow. Who knew what kinds of beasts resided in there?
Suddenly, he heard a rustle. He whipped around, pulse cannon cocked and ready to fire. He stood in his place, tense and alert. Until something moved again. He powered up his cannon, its humming deafening in the silence of the woods. Megatron glared intently at his unseen target, until said target decided to amble out of the woods. The silver war lord sputtered.
"PRIME?"
But it was clearly not the Optimus Prime he had fought back on Earth. The Prime standing before Megatron was smaller, less bulky than his warring counterpart. He was a great deal shorter, his armor sparse and thin. He was also wearing a strange, gossamer sash around his waist, adding a provocative vibe to his appearance. His face looked far younger, the usually present battle mask missing.
Optimus's face was breathtaking. A strong but smooth jaw, beautiful full round lips, and his optics were a glowing azure, slightly slanted at the ends. Megatron couldn't help but reach out to touch the mech's face. Perfectly flawless metal, smooth as silk. The silver tyrant cupped Optimus's cheek in his big servo, caressing it with his thumb. The smaller mech leaned into the touch, rubbing his cheek against the callused palm of the bigger mech. A small endearing smile made its way onto Optimus's face, as he delicately sighed.
"Master…"
Megatron was jerked out of his tender moment when the small mech spoke. Master? What does he…oh. Oh. Hehehe. A devious smirk broke out on his face. Oh, he was going to ravage this adorable little whore. He brought his other arm to wrap possessively around the slim blue waist, pulling Optimus flush against his broad chassis. A cute squeak was heard somewhere around his chest. Megatron chuckled, and stroked the little Prime's face.
"Master, you say? Well, my dear little servant, be prepared to be ravished."
And like Megatron said, Optimus was swept into a passionate kiss, his small mouth invaded by a massive glossa. A whimper escaped the small mech, as he attempted to battle the mech, but ultimately failed. He submitted to the treatment, moaning as his glossa tangled with the much larger mech. The silver mech tasted bitter, but Optimus found that he enjoyed the taste. He responded eagerly, kissing and stroking and touching everywhere he could.
Megatron couldn't help but groan at the sight of this little mech. So adorable, so fuckable. He tasted absolutely wonderful. Sweet, like energon. He felt small servos stroke his plating, digging into seams and stroking wires. Megatron snuck a hand down to the slim waist, grabbing on a squeezing the metal, causing the Prime to moan and buck his hips slightly. Feeling a little daring, Megatron reached under the gossamer sash, and pulling it up to show the most pert aft he had ever seen in his very long life. What an aft!
He also found that the small mech's panel was folded back, exposing a dripping valve, lubricant making trails down slim silver thighs. Megatron pulled away from the kiss, causing Optimus to whimper in disappointment. He pulled the blue and red mech close, caressing and massaging the blue aft in his servo. He suddenly crouched down, his face now level with Optimus's valve. He coaxed the small mech to open his thighs a little bit. And dove right in.
Optimus let out a small scream. He moaned loud and wantonly as he felt the massive glossa lick his valve, roughly setting sensors alive, pleasure coursing through his body. He reached down and grabbed the silver helm between his thighs, rubbing and caressing it gently. He let out a whimper as he felt Megatron push into his valve, drinking up his lubricants and striking his sweetspot. His thighs trembled at the wonderful feeling, his valve clenching on the invading glossa. He heard the mech chuckle, sending vibrations into his valve. He let out a high pitched keen, and came. A gush of lubricant flowed out, and Megatron eagerly lapped it all up.
Megatron was sated. The mech's lubricant was sweet as heaven, more intoxicating than highgrade. He could have died and gone to Primus, but there was one problem. His damn boner. He had completely forgotten about his pleasure, devoting his whole attention to the gorgeous mech above. He neglected his spike, and now it was quite painful. Swiftly, but gently, he lowered Optimus down to lie underneath him. There was no fear in the mech's optics, only acceptance. The little mech opened his legs, pulling the big silver mech towards his valve. Megatron could see it clench on the air, desperately wanting to be filled.
"Please Master, you have pleasured me. Let me pleasure you..."
Megatron looked at the mech below him. Soft blue optics, blushing cheeks, an open invitation. The silver tyrant let a tender smile make its way onto his face. He leaned down, and caught pouty lips into a soft kiss. He reached down and unlatched his panel, letting his spike out. Straining for release, and an angry purple color, the massive spike was desperate for release. Optimus broke the gentle kiss, and looked down at his lover's straining erection. He took it into his small servo and guided it to his valve. He let out a quiet moan as the spike penetrated him, slowly making its way deeper. The Prime moaned and whimpered. He was stretched beyond his limits, the cables in his valve clenching around the large invader. Optimus managed to relax, and started to rock his hips against the others.
Megatron strained to keep his climax in check. It just felt so good, it felt like it belonged. The incredibly tight valve flexed around his spike, lubricant sliding around, leaking out and dripping onto the ground below. He calmed down a bit, and moved with the mech under him. A deep moan escaped the large mech as he felt how deep he could go. He thrusted gently, reveling in the feeling. Whimpers and moans escaped Optimus, as he drowned in pleasure. He angled his hips up just so, and felt Megatron's spike strike his sweetspot. He keened, high and beautiful, as he came.
Megatron had desperately tried to keep his thrusting to a minimum, but when he heard that sound, he lost it. He changed his tempo, going from gently rocking to powerful thrusts, brining blue legs up to his shoulders. He heard Optimus moan as the angle was changed, his hips rocking back against Megatron. He reached up, and grabbed the silver mech's helm. Pulling the mech into a tender and passionate embrace, he whispered into a silver audio.
"I love you, Megatron."
Megatron came when he heard the mech whisper those words to him.
Megatron jerked out of his recharge, the sheets tangled and soaked with transfluid. He couldn't help but sigh with disappointment. It was only a dream. He sat up in his empty berth, wishing Optimus was really there. Suddenly, there was a knock. He slowly ambled his way to the door, opened it, to find Soundwave standing there.
"Incoming message from Autobots; Optimus Prime wants to speak with you."
They made their way to the Bridge. Megatron found himself staring at the transmission on the screen. It was Optimus, of course. But due to the strange dream the tyrant had, he just couldn't stop staring. Optimus looked tired, his optics dim. His battle mask was strangely not in place. Optimus cleared his intakes, to get Megatrons attention, and held up something.
A flower. It was part organic, part metallic. The two elements twirling together, seemingly a whole flower. The red and blue petals were laced with silver veins, the stem a dark blue and grey.
Optimus had a small smile in place.
"Care to explain why I found this on my desk this morning?"
WHOOHOO! Done with another, and I still have a ton left. This one was a bit more tender than the others, don't worry, I'll give you your raging porno back. But I thought it was sweet. PLEASE REVIEW! Also, feel free to put your input on how that flower got to Optimus! And why he was so tired…