Optimus came back, his abdomen swollen with a sparkling. Megatron's legs were quickly spread and the Prime wasted no time in locating his valve.
"I hope you were not too upset in my absense. I know you can get rather antsy at times." He guided his spike into the warlord's valve, smirking when Megatron arched up and tried to move. "Shh, shh, Megatron. Pain will fade, I promise."
The only things that had been up Megatron's valve were objects so far, and they could no way prepare Megatron for what Optimus intended. He was somehow bigger than the toys, and that made him want to cry out in pain, but he kept it inside. Orion Pax did when he raped him. Tears welled up in his optics and he went to scream an apology, but the gag was replaced and Optimus growled.
"Do not say you are sorry. Just lay back and enjoy. I had to. I had to find whatever pleasure happened, be it from your face scrunching up while you overloaded or from knowing that I was alive and somehow still attractive for you." Optimus was thrusting faster. Megatron was feeling sick. "Have you had that feeling yet, Megatron? That feeling of being dirty, but no matter how hard or how frequent you scrubbed your armor, you could not escape the feeling of filth? Have you felt dirty yet, Megatron? Have you felt filthy?"
Optimus overloaded, heavily. He was whimpering now, watching Megatron's abdomen with fascination as it bloated. "Now you're in the same boat... Carrying. No, you cannot have an abortion. You know why? Because it is alive, moving and breathing inside you, imprinting on you as we speak. Soon it will know you as carrier."
When the doors closed behind Optimus, Megatron allowed himself to cry, grieving the sparkling he had murdered out of fear and grieving the death of the Prime he had once known.
The medic came by, prodding his belly and scanning it. He checked him out roughly, and was apparently given orders to rape the warlord.
Had Megatron ordered a medic to rape Orion Pax? Oh, yes...he had. Knock Out had been so very eager to mount the little librarian. They even made it public.
It occured to Megatron to glance around at his surroundings and he found, to his horror, a large observation window near the ceiling to the left. Dozens of faces were pressed against the glass.
The medic finished with him quickly and slapped his valve. Megatron froze and looked at him. Knock Out had done the same thing to Orion Pax. Optimus must have told this medic all about it, exactly how to act, exactly what to do.
The medic left, but grinned back at him. Megatron wanted to wail now, but the bots were still watching and he didn't want to give them a show. Once they had gone, however, two tears rolled down his cheeks.
Optimus found them when he walked in and he kissed them away. "Come along, now. I think you need to shower."
Those were Megatron's words coming out of a gentle bot's mouth. The warlord whimpered and padded after the Prime, standing in the stall while Optimus watched.
He found out quickly that he had been right. No matter how hard he scrubbed at his armor, he felt filthy. He cried then, sinking to his knees and purging on the floor.
Optimus' gentle servos guided him back, dried him off, and kissed his scrunched-up face plates while he struggled not to cry. "It will get better in the end. When you are too round to mount, we will stop, but then we will continue. Do not fret. I will cause no physical pain to you. Emotional and mental pain, however, well...those will come and go."
Megatron watched him leave and tears welled up in his optics again. "I'm sorry."
Optimus hesitated, his servo on the door. "I am sorry as well." And then he was gone.