This is a StarTrek version of Transformers. Human version of Romulan!Megatron x Vulcan!Shockwave.
Awkward Passion: Ch 4
Megatron stepped into the holo deck, his boots causing the wooden floorboards to creak in protest. The large sword in his hand almost carelessly swayed at his side, glinting in the low light given off by the torches set up around the room.
Shockwave felt the heat of anger and irritation rise up inside him. Megatron was a half hour late. He was certain it was some sort of punishment, test, or a simple method to further drive him over the edge.
He had been forced to wait and pace in the old styled battle arena. He would have preferred to have constructed his own Vulcan home, the familiar hot dirt under his feet, yet Megatron had made it clear that they use this carefully constructed program.
He recognized the wooden dojo from the first battle he'd had with Megatron. The walls adorned with ceremonial paintings and weapons. All of them Romulan, of course.
While Shockwave had wasted no time in heading to the holo deck, Megatron had clearly taken his time in preparing for the battle. Now decked out in an old and rustic battle uniform with more than its fair share of rips and tears, Megatron paid no mind to the glare that seemed permanently fixed on Shockwave's face.
"I hope you don't mind the setting. I felt it was more than appropriate for the occasion. Unfortunately I do not have any traditional Vulcan weapons at my disposal… Will you be able to make do with what we have?" Clearly Megatron was trying to set him off.
"I am well versed in the workings of your primitive weapons." Shockwave quickly stepped to a weapons rack and chose a smaller more elegant sword.
A small thrill of satisfaction filled him at the surprised look on Megatron's face. The first time they had faced off in this place, Shockwave had simply chosen a weapon designed strictly for self defense, and then refused to use it.
"I hope you do know how to use that sword, Shockwave. I will not give you leeway this time. If you refuse to fight again, I will take more than your eye. I will not be denied another battle."
They raised their swords in acknowledgement, taking each other in for what felt like the first time all over again. Megatron gracefully moved, slowly prowling around the arena and looking his officer over.
Shockwave remained where he was, breathing deeply and tightening his grip, fingers working over the sword slowly.
The tension in the room was almost tangible.
Shockwave could not ignore the smirk on his leader's face. The anticipation in his eyes.
"Isn't it funny, Shockwave?" His voice was a purr. "How Romulan you Vulcans become during this time in your lives? I think I rather enjoy watching your careful control slip away piece by piece as you give in to your carnal needs."
His initial plan of patience slipped away as he suddenly found his sword swinging through the air in a graceful arch. The sound of steel on steel rang out, quickly muffled by Megatron's barking laugh.
He moved again, letting his typically tight and stiff body flow as he entered into a flourish of movements. Over cuts flowed into undercuts then arched gracefully to cross cut. Ducking, guarding, blocking, stepping back with a pivot he'd crouch and slip away from the brutal attacks from the larger and stronger Romulan.
Megatron, casual at first started to swing with more force, moving faster as he struggled to take down his opponent. Shockwave felt his heart pounding, his breathing becoming ragged as he watched Megatron start to fight back. His master was truly glorious in battle.
He felt he should be distracted as he took the sight in, yet it only furthered his determination to dominate.
To see Megatron with sweat starting to bead across his brow and down the back of his neck. His lips curling in a fierce snarl, his hair ragged and so unkempt, graying as his age only furthered to dignify him… It was intoxicating.
A careful calculating move and the swords blocked high, chests pressed together and faces inches apart. He could feel the heat rising in him again, along with that maddening need.
Giving in, Shockwave found a strength that was only offered to him during this time. A forceful swing and he forced Megatron back into the wall, trapping him. Another swing and the larger sword was sent flying, clattering to the ground.
Megatron's lips spread into a smirk. "It would seem I underestimated you, my Loyal servant…" A finger reached up and slowly slid along the length of the slender sword, letting the blade cut in till it was tinted with green. "What will you do with me now?"
"You are mine, My Lord… You will not forget me again." The sword flashed, cutting into the uniform and leaving what would most certainly be a scar into the broad chest.
Megatron grinned and looked at his subordinate fully. "My best Uniform..."
Shockwave was breathing hard, but not from the fight. His eyes slowly traveled over his leader's body, imagining that uniform being slowly cut to shreds till it was simply falling away.
Megatron seemed to read his mind and stepped away from the wall, holding his arms out and standing perfectly still. "I can always get a new one…"
The sword moved, slowly and with purpose, following the rip down the front till his shirt was hanging open. Shockwave had always loved admiring his master's rugged and battle worn flesh. Each scar a mark of honor and victory. Had he been Klingon, he was certain that Megatron would be the single most respected living member of their pitiful society.
"Lord Megatron…" His voice was unfamiliar, raspy and full of a demanding need. The sword clattered to the floor. If Megatron expected to continue to fight, then he would do so with his hands.
"I will not submit to you, my servant… You will take what you desire or you will have nothing."
It was the only urging that he needed. He was on his leader before the sentences was even finished.
They hit the ground hard, knocking over several of the decorative ornaments in the process. The floor was cool compared to their hot flesh, gritty and rough in some areas. The two rolled, fighting for dominance, fingers slipping in sweat and blood.
Megatron fought like something wild and fierce, teeth flashing and claws digging into smooth untarnished flesh. Shockwave, even in a complete state of being unwound, made calculated and precise moves as he punched, kicked, and tore at vulnerable openings.
Somewhere in the fray, he suddenly found himself straddling Megatron, a hand at his throat and the other pinning his arms over his head. Megatron choked and growled, that damned grin still spread across his thin and now bleeding lips.
"You are more magnificent… More beautiful… In battle than I have ever seen…" He rasped as the hand squeezed at his wind pipe threateningly.
Shockwave slowly leaned down; feeling his blood surging through his body as he slowly brushed his lips across Megatron's. They were as hard and rough as he had imagined, painfully pressing against his bruised and cut lip.
"Megatron…" He was rewarded with a sharp bite, teeth digging in and pulling at his lower lip as Megatron, even in defeat, managed to dominate the kiss.
He couldn't help but smile as he felt his blood finally calm, finding the release he had needed so desperately to survive. Megatron was all he would ever need.
-End