June Bug 3
(warning, love making)

If there was ever such a thing as a mechly-squeak, human-Megatron lets it off. But it's her hand that stings more than his buttocks.

"Ow!" June shakes her hand out making him laugh louder. "Oh shut up and hold still, Iron Ass." She slaps the soapy sponge to his back and swashes.

Megatron crosses his arms leaning them against the wall not just to rest, but also because it splays his muscular shoulders blades better. Her swashes relax his shoulders making them sink down a little. June takes advantage of that slightest movement, to move her swashes to his neck and into the nape massaging as she washes the dirt and gunk off. Those caressing presses bring his forehead to tip forward and rest against the folded arms closing his eyes. He had no idea that warm water beating on this skin could feel so good. In addition to that, he understands now why massages are so prevalent in 'squishy societies'.

June says nothing, but continues to rub down his broad shoulders, back, and sides. Every now and then, she swipes the bubbles aside and can touch marks and lines marring his skin. With her medical training, she knows some of these scars would be from childhood, while others are more recent. What she can see, is that Megatron was whipped as a child, in fights as a youth, and there are fewer deeper gashes of larger weapons probably from his gladiator and warrior days.

"Who did this to you, Megatron?" She washes over his rear and even down his legs with their own scars.

He turns around and now she is facing his knees. "Don't think about it, June."

But she rises up and pans her hand over a nasty one over his ribs and side. "I can't help it."

So he takes her hand off the ancient scar, and helps her rubs the sponge over his chest first, and then as they talk over her body as well. "I couldn't do anything in my youth, but when I was old enough, I took care of myself and others."

She swallows down the image of Jack being whipped and becoming like Megatron in his adult life. "Is-is this what the war is about for you?"

He takes a deep sigh, and gently cleans her arm and down to her finger tips. "It's called a caste society. I was created as D-16, a miner, to be nothing else. I broke the mold when I broke someone's jaw for killing a friend of mine."

June watches his face, but he doesn't look at her. He sets the sponge aside, picks up the shampoo. He won't ever admit how he knows this, but he pours a glop onto her head and then massages it through her dark hair. His cruel mouth quirks when she hums into his strong but gentle touch.

"I was sent to the gladiator pits where it was live or die. I happened to live. I happened to become one of their champions and they made money off me killing other pour souls. I decided I deserved a name like any of them. It was against the rules, but I also was supposed to be just a miner. Nothing more, nothing less."

He steps aside and helps her rinse the bubbles out and then does the same for himself. Both of them are clean and she has to adjust the water as it beings to go cold, but neither of them is ready to part just yet.

"I happened to meet a young, innocent, but good sparked mech who didn't like the fact he couldn't be what he wanted to be either, even if he did have an easier life. We decided to try making a change."

June knows he's talking about Orion. "What happened?"
"He's soft sparked. I couldn't wait around any longer for any more blood to be spilled because people were being lazy. He wanted to do it without spilling blood in a war situation, but he couldn't see that the longer and slower the process took, the more innocent blood would be spilled."

Megatron's throws the sponge into the basket. It still boils his blood at how noble everyone thinks Orion-Optimus is, when he just couldn't see there needed to be a strong willed hand that got things done instead of pussy footing around. And damn-it with the way he fights, they could have been a force to be recon with but no!

"What do you think of your Optimus Prime now? Still have the hots for him?" He snaps a glare at her, pinning her to the wall with just a look.

June grounds her teeth together, "I never had the hots for him."

"Really, why not? All you sweet do-gooders do. Those bright flashy colors of his, that whole Matrix choosing him to be the next Primus-given leader-"

"Fuck off, Megatron!" She slams a hand into his chest.

He grabs that fist and pins it to the shower wall. For good measure he pins the second one as well. "Now, tell me the truth. If you don't have wet dreams about riding his spike and having him call you mate forever and ever, then just how do you see him?"
"A father or a grandfather for Jack." But she doesn't struggle in his grasp because she knows there is no point.

"As asked, what about you?"

He's leaning in dangerously close. Her back presses in the single control knob to the shower shutting off the water's flow. The more he leans in, she now has to arch her back over the knob which brings her hips further out and soon touching his own body.

All this time she has been keeping her focus on his personality even if she had been looking at his body. She had been careful to focus on his scars and well-being trying not to notice how handsome and imposing he is. But now that is all shot to hell. She can see that he had a perfectly valid reason to engage the council in a war, even if he is a bit rash and too stubborn to step down after he had made his initial point.

June can understand stubborn. Threw caution to the wind and paid the price several times. Yet she's always taken care of herself and Jack.

"He's not my type." She finally admits.

Megatron blinks. "Not your type? What type are you into, Darby?" And yes he does jab the name at the point of having been married.

June snarls though. "Ones that are just going to break my heart and abandon me."

He leans in closer and she can feel his breath on her face now, "You look mighty strong to me. Raised one Pit of a son that is the bane of a whole army at times."

She stills her breath, and confesses. "Even he will break my heart as he goes off to start his own life. Practically does already-"

She squeezes her eyes shut after that. The last thing she needs right now is for Megatron to see her cry. Patients have died right in front of her, her parents disowned her, and her husband abandoned her even after he said he would be there for her and now a stupid Decepticon Warlord lands in her lap and he's the one who is going to see her cry? Hell no!

"Let go of me, please," she whispers.

Megatron lets go of her hands, but he does cup her cheek making her look at him. "Why isn't he your type…June?"

"He's too old for me." She snorts.

The eyes are very soft. "I'm older than him."

Now it's June's turn to blink. Is Megatron hinting at something? It's as if his eyes are asking for permission even though he could easily just take. Why does he do that? Why is he actually treating her with respect?

"You're going to break my heart, aren't you?"

"Probably," and he takes that as her acceptance to his offer.

His kiss is not harsh or cruel, but it is controlling. June's knees are already weak from this whole fiasco and its revelations. His skilled kiss is the last straw, though. She wraps her arms around his neck and he hitches his hands under her thighs taking the weight off her feet.

June kisses him back. It's not a war, but a melding. Two broken and lost people who need to cling together. So much in common and yet so many worlds apart.

It's a fumble between the slick floor and tall man, sliding glass doors and not willing to set her down, but finally they make it out of the bathroom and on to her bed, skin still slightly damp.

June weaves her fingers through his short hair leading his kisses down her throat, over her collar bone and to her breasts. His long fingered hands explore the feel and texture of her skin like he never thought he would enjoy. Most of all is the sounds she makes at his kisses and touches. He makes her do this! She arches and croons at the way he plucks her skin with his teeth and lips.

Finally he makes his way down her belly. She too has her own scars there, and he kisses them. At this moment, he will not ask about them, because he wants to bring her pleasure and not distract with painful memories. But, he does want to know about them, and that makes him curious about himself. When the Pit did he ever care about someone else's scars?

"Oh, yes!" She pants as he kisses even lower.

There is a patch of dark hairs which he knows hides an secret hot spot for female humans. Human pornography is not his favorite past-time, but he did run across it. All societies have it, some just handle it differently than others. For him, it was as informative as any biology class…until now.

Now, he is on a mission to bring June to an overload. Those long tips fondle and watch her face as she wriggles and tries to help him. Finally he plants one hand firmly on her pelvis and the other hand finds and stimulates the erogenous spot.

She's gorgeous as she tries to arch against his hold keening and nearly whining to his ministrations. And there, she holds, pants, and then relaxes like a spent femme. He can feel the extra fluid against his finger tips. It's not water form their shower, but it does have a similar constancy to a femme's overload.

"Should I stop?" He rumbles.

"Let me catch my breath, but we are far from done… Darling." That last part is definitely a tease.

"Of course, My Dear," he teases right back.

He crawls over the top of her, bracing himself on his forearms but in such a way that he can stroke through her hair. "Are you okay?"

She nods lightly, with a genuine smile. He smiles down on her when she opens her eyes and reaches out to touch a scar on his chin. "Are you?"

Just to prove his point, grazes his pelvis down where she can feel the answer, "Hardly bothered." June giggles and brings her other hand up touching his chest.

"How long has it been?" He might be a brute, but he's not a rapist. She tries to looks way, but his thumb brings her chin back. "There is no shame with me."
"I'm not as active as you."

"I never told you how active I actually am."

"How long has it been for you?"

But he smirks, "I asked first."

"Damn," she purses her lips but then tells him. "Jack's father, not long after he was born. No one else."

"Not since I left Cybertron. Does that surprise you?"

June blinks and nods. "I thought you Decepticons were as frivolous as pirates."

Megatron chuckles warmly to that. "Well I won't deny I've had to take care of myself, or that there are other members of my ship that are horny as all get out, but as for me, there are some things I just am not willing to risk."

He strokes himself up against where he was just playing with her. "I like my spike just how it is, thank you very much. Not infected or damaged." He leans down over her, and pans his hand over her entrance, "Although this is not my natural spike, it will do for now. Now let me get us both ready to continue."

"OH!" It's her turn to squeak this time as he fondles, explores, and inserts his finger into her. Its not at all what he expected. Warm, slippery, but the way the walls close down around his finger, he's just not sure if this human spike will be able to enter without hurting her.

"I don't know about this," he continues to feel.

"I do, lay back."

Megatron lets the lady of the house push his shoulder until he is laying on his back. Then she is straddling his waist and leaning down over his face this time. "I won't hurt you."

"You better not," he smirks.

June kisses him hard. As her pelvis curls down and her lower lips take up the tip of him up, she licks the lips on his mouth. Her tongue teases in and out of his parted lips as she rocks and retreats at taking him inside her down below. By the time she has him fully swallowed up, pelvises crushed together, their mouths are just as entangled.

He has to pull back, gasping for breath. "Oh Primus! What is that?!"

She grids her hips down, "That?"

"YES!"
"That would be my cervix and I think it likes you."
"Well I am very pleased to meet it!"
June grinds down again producing another dose of lubricant for them both. Then, she starts moving. Megatron helps her by splaying his large hands over her hip bones and helping with the thrusts.

His head is swirling and swimming with the feel of her contracting and relating around such a sensitive piece of his anatomy. At the same time, she is driving the kiss hotter and hotter. There is no time to warn her, and it feels like she doesn't want a warning either, he just overloads.

It's about four surging pulses of his body expelling a hot liquid into her and it makes her already slick insides positively wet now and his head light-headed.

June feels him go a bit limp after his release and so pulls back from the kiss to peck his lips. "You okay, Mighty Warlord?"

For that he pokes her in the nose, "Megatron, June, the name is just plain Megatron to you."

"Is this what allow all your consorts to call you?"

Although he's not ready to run off into battle, neither is he exhausted enough to sleep. So with a bit of wriggling and maneuvering of the bedding, he is still seated within her, with his back propped up against the headboard. She cuddles up against his chest where her finger tips can play with the scars and hairs on his chest.

"You are a wicked woman. I could get used to this." He tries to keep it light and pulls the blanket around her shoulders. Just for that, she yanks one of the hairs on his chest, making him yelp. "What the frag was that for?!"
"Just a reminder how wicked I can be." But there's no teasing smile on her face.

Megatron takes a deep sigh. This is one of the reasons he never bonded. Pit, maybe this is one of the reasons Optimus is on Earth and Primus knows where Elita is! Femme feelings, ugh. What is he supposed to do about them?

"Look, if you want to be alone, I'll leave." He grouses at her.
Instead of the answer he is expecting, she give him a blunt truth. "Yeah, you will, but just not right now."

"That bastard really did a number on you, didn't he?"

June though shakes her head. "Nah, I was just too headstrong to listen to anyone. They all told me he was too good to be true but I knew better. Then with my pride held high, there was no way I was going to go back and tell them they were right. Instead, I would show them just how strong I am, and take care of myself."

"And Jackson."

"Yeah, and Jack," she mummers into his soft hairs.

Megatron brings a hand around from her back, and over her belly to the scar he saw earlier. "Did he do this to you?"

"Not intentionally. No, he didn't" She finally gives him.

"I don't understand. Either he did this to you, or he didn't. Which is it?"
June pushes back, and pans her hands out over her now flat belly. She traces some of the squiggly light lines in her skin. "These are called stretch marks. When a woman is pregnant, her abdominal area is distended, and the skin doesn't like it. These are the scars of the distention."

Megatron nods understanding that. "A different kind of warriors pride, I would say."

June laughs lightly to that, until his finger goes through a scar that goes right below the bikini line and puckers the skin in a way.

"This is what I was talking about. Did he try to gut you? Did a man actually try to disembowel his bondmate?"

June shakes her head slowly, "No, Megatron, no." She takes his hand and spreads it out to it covers both the cut line scar and some of her stretch marks. "Jack was breach and in distress, they had to cut him out rather than wait for a natural delivery. I could have lost him if they didn't cut him out the way they did."

Megatron brings both hands to her belly to caress and examine it carefully. June finds her self being laid back and Megatron kissing over her belly.

"You gave your oath to him, you bore him an heir at the risk of your life and your son's and he left you? How vile."

But June grips his chin and lifts it so she can look into his eyes. "What of you? How many femmes have you unknowingly impregnated and then fled leaving them to fend for themselves?"
Megatron stalks over the top of her again this time carefully laying his chest against hers until she can feel his heart beating against hers. "I never exposed my spark to them. I never made a bond to seal the fertilization process and link us forever. I would never do something so despicable. As for your honorable Prime, ask him where his bondmate is while he sits here defending the humans."
June gulps, "Optimus is married?"

A very cruel smile comes across his face. "Yes. Commander Elita-1 is his bondmate even before he was Optimus. Orion and Ariel were bonded. After the Matrix took hold of him, she became Elita-1 and one of his commanders."

"But- but, in flight you were teasing-"
"I wanted to find out if he ever told you about his mate. I got my answer. Loyal and regal Optimus kept something as holy as a mate to himself. He's probably seething in guilt for abandoning her… just like he did our friendship."
With that he kisses her harshly. June gasps in surprise to the angry kiss. It's almost painful, but she lets him take her breath away.

He yanks back and snarls, "I will not play with your spark, June. You and I both know exactly what is going on here. I will not lie to you and hide behind some chivalry I won't uphold."
"Don't ever hurt my son…."

Megatron stops and looks deep into her eyes. "I'll try not to, but you and I both know he is his own man."

It's not the answer she hoped for, but it's not a lie either. The Warlord is not making her a false promise.

So she gives him one nod, and pulls him back down for another harsh kiss. This time it will not be love making, this time it will be pure sex.