Prowl, Ironhide, Kup, Ratchet, and Wheeljack watched the truck glide in and transform without a hitch. He glanced behind their heads to see that via Sky Spy, Perceptor and Megatron had become significantly more pornographic in a short amount of time. He scowled Ratchet and Wheeljack, departing to repair his shoulder in their office without a word. Prowl caught Optimus' gaze and turned off Teletraan-One's screen, Ironhide kept his optics averted as he passed, and Kup cleared his vocalizer to ask what they should do if Perceptor came back.
"WHEN he returns, escort him to my office."
It was good to be back in his own body. Megatron glanced at the Autobot before him, the one who'd refused to change anything back until he'd been satisfied….twice. He was at the space bridge controls watching, observing, more than likely waiting to see how he would act.
Megatron put up his arm cannon. "Step away from the space bridge," he commanded. Trembling slightly, Perceptor obeyed. "You have until I count to ten to abandon the premises."
"You're not going to shoot me here?" He sounded disappointed.
"There will be a team of Decepticons here later to dismantle this carbuncle. Autobot interference would be a distraction. ONE."
"I assumed you wouldn't ask me to join you, but to force me to return to a place where there will be dire consequences for our recreant relationship-"
"Is more my style. TWO."
There was that hurt expression again. "I meant NOTHING!"
"Precisely. And I meant power to you, and you LIKE that. Otherwise you would not have gone to Prime for comfort after being with ME, and you would not have lingered in my body to satisfy your own lustful urges. THREE."
"Negative! I cared for-"
"I CARE NOT! FOUR!"
Now he stumbled. He hurried. He transformed and rolled away, towards home and its harsh punishments. Megatron cackled to himself. The fool had MISSED him. He'd uttered it in low moans as he caressed him, gave it away in every kiss, laid himself bare to a Decepticon who really didn't have any interest, except to upset Optimus Prime.
"Soundwave! Report!" He needed Starscream and company to move this pile of junk and wanted Lazorbeak front and center to catch the aftermath of the Prodigal Autobot's homecoming.