Mazuiko: Hello, everyone! This chapter's got some good old Megatron/Optimus in it, looking at their relationship now and how it was before the war. A reviewer said Prime was already partially broken...you were right. Prime's definitely the closest, so he gets robot loving first. Bumblebee is not broken yet, but I decided to put some past anguish in there to help him along. Betrayal, failure, and guilt make for a very vulnerable Prime. I'm using the official movie guide to determine Power Levels (which go 1-5), so the Power Levels in the guide are as follows.

Megatron: 5

Prime: 5 (duh)

Ratchet: 4

Barricade: 3

Bumblebee: 2

Blackout: 2

Jazz: 2

Scorponok: 2

Frenzy: 1

Ironhide: Not in guide, but definitely a 4

Starscream: Not in guide, but 4 seems reasonable (second-in-command, so it makes sense)

giggles I LOVE this fic, so on it goes!

Not Just A Memory

Present

Prime was led by Megatron down the torn streets of Cybertron, their once beautiful home planet. Megatron had informed him of what plans were taking place; the destruction of the human race, the creation of a new Decepticon army, and the restoration of Cybertron. Every Autobot that Prime had come across on the street was working on repairs of every sort. Some Decepticons were barking orders, but to Prime's delight many of them were assisting of their own free will. There was no question that many of the Autobots and Decepticons had been friends and lovers before the war; most of them were going back to their old way of life, working together and trying to keep the peace among them. However, Prime was also very aware of the Decepticons that were abusive, taking every opportunity they could to hurt the Autobots that were given to them. Megatron had been a wise ruler before the war, and Prime could tell that he hadn't lost his touch; the Autobots were only given to Decepticons that had more power than they did in order to keep them in line. That meant only Megatron could have Prime; any other Decepticon would be quickly turned into scrap metal. Megatron had no interest in correcting the abusive mechs; the Autobots were considered property under the new Cybertronian laws, and property didn't have rights.

"They are being hurt, Megatron. That is why they won't listen; they know the Decepticons hate them. They understand that they have lost the war; they only want to be treated better than they are."

"Do you think I care what they want, Prime? You defied me; therefore, every mech that followed you also defied me. I have never tolerated defiance and never will; perhaps now you see the consequences for those who are against me."

Prime was taken back to Megatron's private quarters after being allowed to see how Tyger Pax was being rebuilt. The knowledge that life was returning to Cybertron soothed him enough to keep him out of what the humans called a 'depression', and he didn't need to weigh himself down with guilt when the least he could do was try to protect the Autobots that were left.

"I never thought of you as being capable of such cruelty before the war, Megatron."

Megatron stood at the edge of his metallic bed and laughed, the sound twisting Prime's spark.

"Of course you didn't. I did say you are a fool, didn't I? Before the war, though, I never would have thought of you as being one. A little too soft, maybe, but not a fool. It only hurts you to care so much."

Prime sat in a chair, trying to be as far from Megatron as possible, and slowly shook his head.

"No, it does not only cause me pain. It brings me joy to see some of the Autobots and Decepticons letting go of their hate, to see them become what they were before all of the fighting and the death. It is only seeing those that wish to harm others doing so that pains me; my friends are suffering under the cruel hands of what you call their 'masters', Decepticons who show no mercy or remorse for what they do to defenseless Autobots. It does not pain me to care for them; it pains me to see them suffer, Megatron."

His voice had become softer and quieter until Megatron barely picked it up, Prime's optics filled with sadness, pain, and guilt.

"Our loss of the war and our freedom is enough, yet now we must struggle through pain inflicted upon us by your followers...by you."

"You didn't expect things to go back to the way they were before the war, did you?"

"The only differences now are tyranny and enslavement!"

Megatron had walked up behind him, the leader's hands now placed upon his shoulders to keep him from trying to get up.

"Not exactly."

Cybertron, before the war

Prime had taken Megatron's place in overseeing construction in one of his sectors, absolutely begging Megatron to take a break from his duties. The Lord High Protector of Cybertron was too uptight sometimes, and Prime decided that a little work would be good since he had been handling the lighter duties lately. He was standing on one of the larger beams with another mech when he heard it; what was only a slight creaking sound soon became louder...a sign that one of the beams was about to collapse. 'It can't hold the both of us. I must be too heavy for it to handle!' He grabbed and threw the other mech onto a safe platform before he had time to really think it through in his processor, and Cybertron's gravity took over. Scrap metal and beams filled his vision, the voice of a concerned mech reaching his auditory system as he plummeted down into one of the many crevices of their planet.

"Optimus! Optimus Prime, can you hear me?"

He could hear them, but he could not see anyone or anything. There was no light; Prime safely guessed that he was underneath the metal he had seen earlier. He couldn't see his condition, but his systems were reporting energon leaks and musculature damage. 'It must have been caused by either the impact of the fall or the beams.' He could move, but his musculature wasn't working correctly; try as he might, he could not push the beams away from him.

"I'm alright!"

"We're going to get Lord Megatron and Ratchet immediately, Optimus!"

"He's pretty far down. We'll need to get some fliers to help us."

He ignored the pain in his arms and legs as he pushed against the beams, moving them enough to allow some light into the enclosure he was in. 'How far down am I?' He saw Megatron coming down in his jet mode, transforming quickly and tossing metal aside as the keeper of Cybertron's laws took in Prime's condition.

"Did I not say that this could happen? Why must you insist on relieving me of my duties temporarily if you won't listen to what I tell you?"

Prime laughed, Megatron's scolding calming even when accompanied by his stern tone.

"You must not worry about me so much, friend. My injuries are minor, and I was listening to you just fine. I simply wasn't aware that my weight was too much for the structure."

"If I had been here, you would have been perfectly aware of that important detail."

He laughed again; Megatron had always insisted that he watch over the details of his work. He tried to stand and lean on Megatron for support, but his leg musculature was more damaged than he had first expected; his legs gave way and he collapsed, Megatron catching him by the waist. Prime smiled innocently as his arms and legs went limp, letting himself be carried in the strong arms of his fellow ruler.

"Are you certain your injuries are as minor as you said?"

"It's nothing life threatening, Megatron. I'll be fine."

Prime couldn't help the thoughts making their way into his processor as Megatron carried him to the nearest medical bay, Ratcet having been called in simply because he was Optimus Prime. Megatron's body was warm, his spark radiating heat against Prime's. He did his best to keep his optics to himself, but he knew Megatron had an idea of Prime's love for him. He kept his feelings hidden, no matter how much Megatron tried to pry, but it was getting harder to be around Megatron without letting them show. Ratchet quickly fixed the few injuries he had, stopping the energon leaks and repairing his musculature. When Prime had returned to proper working order, Megatron offered to escort him to his quarters.

"I hope this is no trouble for you."

"Oh, it's no trouble at all. There is actually something I would like to discuss with you when we arrive."

"Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing...wrong. I just wanted to ask you something, that's all."

They soon arrived at Prime's quarters, both making themselves comfortable in seats before Megatron proceeded.

"Optimus Prime, is there something you've been wanting to tell me?"

Prime could hear the tone; it was the tone Megatron used when he meant business, and the use of his entire name was enough to shake him. He couldn't tell Megatron no; he was a terrible liar, and it wasn't like him to lie to anyone.

"It is not something I wish to discuss, Megatron."

"Normally I would let it go, Prime, but when it interferes with your performance as a ruler and our relationship, I must confront it."

There was no denying that his feelings were starting to interfere with just about everything; it was almost impossible to act normally with Megatron around, which was literally all the time since they ruled together.

"When's the last time you actually looked me in the optics, Prime? You've been behaving strangely, and I'm starting to think you're avoiding me."

"I haven't meant to."

"Look me in the optics and say that again."

Megatron had him there; Prime would never look Megatron in the optics and lie.

"Optimus Prime, may I ask you a serious question?"

He nodded, still unwilling to look at Megatron directly. He looked down at the floor to try avoiding Megatron's gaze, and an awkward moment passed in silence before Megatron spoke again.

"Are you in love with me?"

Present

The same hands that were keeping him seated had started massaging his shoulders and upper back, his will to try getting away completely gone.

"You've never been good at hiding it, Prime. I knew long before you admitted to it."

Prime pulled his shoulders forward, trying to halt the motions of the hands holding him back, but Megatron's grip was strong. He gave up quickly, but the moment he stopped struggling Megatron pulled him up and rolled them both over onto the floor. Prime fought to get the Decepticon leader off of him.

"Why do you insist on continuing to fight me?"

"Why do you insist on doing this to me, Megatron? Even after my defeat you continue to exploit my weaknesses and torture me in every manner possible, always leaving me with nothing."

Megatron had him pinned, powerful hands keeping punches at bay. Prime's weapons were offline, like every other Autobot, and without his arms there was nothing he could do.

"There's no punishment when there's no disobedience. It's time for you to stop fighting and allow your fate to take its course."

His optics were filled with anger and fear, uncertainty tainting his thoughts and feelings. He was motionless, held down by a force too powerful for him to fight. His voice was quiet, slow, and unusually timid, seeming meek against the power that was Megatron.

"I can't just let it go."

"Letting it go comes later. For now, all I'm asking of you is that you obey me."

It felt like too much to Prime, and his emotions were making his spark go crazy. He didn't want to rely on his own perspective anymore, his spark's longings overriding his processor. He allowed Megatron's presence to fill him, to overwhelm him with sadistic, dangerous things he had always been afraid to feel. The need to obey was sickening and yet satisfying to him; he wanted Megatron to exploit it and command him, use him in ways he didn't know how to beg for. He stayed silent, Megatron's hands releasing him to place themselves at Prime's sides, both mechs waiting...until they both became lost in each other. They wrestled in quick and unchecked abandon, Prime silently begging to be put into submission, Megatron's nature demanding that he oblige. Domination had to be met with submission, commands with obedience, sadism with masochism, conquest with surrender; he found himself blissfully lost within the tainted love that was theirs, Megatron's fingers tearing at his armature and causing wanted pain. He felt pleasure as Megatron slammed his back onto the ground for the last time and took liberty in touching him, his attempts to pull away or fight back completely ignored. He found out, as Megatron's chest came closer to his own, that he had no more pride in him. There were no personal wants; there was just Megatron and his pleasure. Prime's hands wandered up and down the larger mech's back to please him, to grant the tyrant the sadistic control Prime knew he wanted, and there was no hesitation in opening his spark casing to allow Megatron his conquest, to surrender his spark at last. There was no need for words or actions, their sparks already sure of the eternal bond between them as they overloaded, crying out together every withheld emotion that burned intensely between them. When Prime could see again, Megatron was looking down at him with optics that mesmerized him, keeping him calm as their sparks retreated into their casings.

"You are never to forget that you are mine, Prime."

He started letting himself go into recharge, his spark oddly content with the words that formed his first order from Megatron.

"Yes, Lord Megatron."

Mazuiko: Optimus, nooooooooo, don't do it!!! Lol. Alright, people, you can't expect every chapter to be as long as chapter 4 was. That thing tried to KILL me. I've never written spark smex before, so don't try to kill me like that chapter did. Yes, it is possible for Prime to have accidents and yes, he is capable of: losing, giving up, liking pain, being obedient, etc. On to chapter 6...as always, if there's any questions or OOCness, feel free to let me know.