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What will Sam do now?

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No way...

No fucking way...

Dammit...

Yes way....

He must have looked idiotic at that moment, staring at the most hated villain in the universe in his boxers.

"Oh shit, megatron." He said in a calm tone.

Walking leisurely toward the fridge, he grabbed a beer and sat down in the chair beside her. Mulling things over in his head. She looked at him, confused.

"Why do you not run, boy?" She asked him suddenly.

He sighed and took a large gulp of his beer. "I guess I always knew one of you guys would hunt me down eventually, I just didn't expect I'd get sex out of the deal."

He paused with another sigh and continued. "Well, how is this gonna happen? Torture? Slow, painful death, I'm assuming?" He grunted, knowing he wasn't getting out of this one.

"Close you eyes and find out." She said.

He did it, thinking it would be easier that way. The kiss she delivered to him was earth-shaking to say the least. That tongue was long, he'd give her that.

She soon pulled away before getting up and straddling his lap.

"I'm not going to kill you boy, I wanted to see what was so wonderful about this thing you humans call 'sex' and I can see why you flesh-bags love it so much, it's quite pleasureable."

He rose and eyebrow. "Ok, but then you could just kill me after you were done, right?"

She smiled sexily. "You are correct, but after Prime killed my master, The Fallen, I have gained great respect for you."

"Optimus killed your master, not me." He took in her mature curves once more.

She leaned forward and licked his earlobe and whispered the next phrase.

"But you brought him back to life, did you not? If you had not intervened, The Fallen would have won easily." she drew a heart in his chest with her finger.

She began rocking back and forth, making him wish he could have a choice in this matter, but his privates just sucker-punched his sanity and took over. He quickly threw her onto his shoulder, and sprinted back into the bedroom, impressing Megatron with his speed.

He never even gave her the chance to get her dress back off.

LATER\

He woke up for the second time in one day, and frankly, it was getting old fast.

He felt a warmth on his chest that he knew was Megatron. He had sex with Megatron.

He lifted her up carefully, setting her down on the bed to sleep on without him and realized the doorbell was ringing. Heading into the livingroom to answer it, he came face-to-face with yet another attractive female.

This won had a figure similar to Megatron, but to a lesser extent. Smaller hips and smaller tits was the first thing he noticed, you could just barely tell it though. He could tell she was of African-American decent. She had a smooth face with purple lipstick on, and sky-blue hair. He saw she was wearing a dress like Megatron; very short and very sexy, but this one had shoulder-straps, ruffles at the bottom, and was a dark blue. He had a hard-on already. Traitor...

Then of-course, he noticed the red eyes.

The F-22 Raptor in the front lawn helped considerably.

"Starscream?!" He said, surprised

Said woman rolled her eyes. "Uh, what do you think human?"

His surprise quickly turned to a grin. "Huh, didn't notice you looked that good in Mission City."

She, on the other hand, was livid. "Foolish human! I would not even be in this form if Lord Megatron did not order me to!" She screamed.

"Heh, come on in." He said, still smiling.

She pushed past him angrily, and stormed into the livingroom and plopped down on the couch while looking expectantly at Sam.

"Well, go get Lord Megatron!" She yelled at him.

Now he was mad, stomping over to her, he leaned down into her face and said in a frighteningly calm voice. "I'd do it when I'm goddamned good and ready, got me?" She nodded, scared.

"Great, now that's settled; MEGATRON! GET YOUR SEXY ASS IN HERE NOW!"

He hollered at the bedroom. He heard stumbling, and out came Megatron stark-naked.

Damn... she was still sexy...

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Hah, he got backbone!

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