Despite the lack of reviews, I'm in love with this story, so I'm going to charge on. Oh. By the way, "Cortex" is property of Firefly and Serenity.
A glittering blade rose, backlit by the twin suns of Cyberton. As it reached its height, a rivulet of energon slid slowly down to its hilt. The mech steeled himself to make the final blow, he swelled in his armor. There was a moment; though it seemed like an eternity, where he appraised his enemy. His blade sliced through the air and with a sickening crunch, sliding home into its victim.
On to the next video; it was nearly the exact same, but with a different opponent. This time, the large silver mech pinned his opponent with a massive foot to the chest, before the blade slid home. Video after video, it was the same story. And, each time, the crowd roared in appreciation. They roared the name of the mech, "Megatron! Megatron! Megatron!"
It shouldn't have been this intriguing. She shouldn't even have access to these videos. They were older than she was. They had been archived and were under a Beta-level encryption. It had taken a considerable effort, but she had managed to steal her mech creator's code.
Onyx's large blue optics were as wide as they go. The video's images were reflected by the glass of her optics. The monitor was casting her in an eerie glow. It was far too late for her to be awake. She should be recharging, same as her creators. And yet…here she was.
Watching video after video of ruthless, relentless slaughter was more than enough to disturb her. She felt violated. Disgusted. And yet, there was something to this mech that made her keep watching. Megatron, they called him. This mech, who slaughtered everyone in his path, had caressed her so gently.
Being the daughter of an influential mech, Onyx hadn't been able to be in the company of mechs for longer than a few moments without a chaperone. Ember and Windwing had made certain that their daughter, an Alpha-class femme, was untouched. It was vital to her family that she be pure, so her mate would be most satisfied with her.
Without her purity, she would be considered a second-class mate and would have to be mated as such. Being mated as a second class femme would mean that the best mech she could be mated to would have been a Beta.
Members of the Alpha-class, like herself, were wealthy and had lands. Onyx liked these things. Credits and property were some of the best things in life. And, with credits and property came power. Her mother had been in negotiations with a mech from the Gamma-sector, a mid-level councilor, for her to mated to.
From what she had heard of her potential suitor, he was quite a feminizer, but was very wealthy and handsome. There was something about an arranged match that disgusted her. There were too many things to go wrong. She knew that she couldn't be the type of femme to turn a blind optic to a cheating mate. Not even if he had tons of credits. She was far too greedy for that. She wanted it all. She wanted land, credits and a handsome mech who adored her.
It seemed as though Megatron had staked his claim on her, however. Her mother was very unhappy about this, because the mech from the Gamma-sector had been too frightened to secure his claim on her. (Which meant that Megatron was fearsome enough to keep high ranking members of society under his thumb.) Not that she hadn't been able to see that from the videos she had found of him.
Megatron had not contacted her since they had been together that fateful night. In the orns that had passed, Megatron's forces, calling themselves Decepticons, had launched many attacks. They had razed the city of Praxus, and were moving steadily towards Kalis. Megatron himself had not been sighted, although it was thought that he was moving with his troops.
Onyx had been doing a lot of thinking about Megatron, despite her mother's wishes. Her father had barely been around, telling both of his femmes that he was 'preparing for the worst.' Whatever that meant. Onyx had seen the vids coming off the cortex. If Megatron decided that Kaon was going to fall, there was little chance of survival. Only a few hundred mechs and femmes had made it out of Praxus with life and limb intact. Well, some probably hadn't have had limbs intact, but they had left with their lives.
She knew it was terrible. She knew that she should have been mortified and disgusted by the loss of life. Her mother and father had always taught her that every spark was precious, even though some were beneath her in the circle of life. Primus had breathed life into each and every one of them. But, a part of her, however small it may have been, was insanely impressed.
Megatron had been a gladiator. Someone who had no rank in society. Someone who had to fight for his right to drink his daily ration of energon. She herself had no idea what that would be like. She had been born into a life where her every whim had been immediately seen to. It had only been in recent years that she had been trusted to have her own cortex. Her parents hadn't wanted to expose her to the daily struggles of mechs like Megatron
But, here she was, watching nearly illegal videos of Megatron. Videos that were making her shiver. He was magnificent. He really was. He had risen up from the mines, to the gladiatorial pits and was now attempting to take Cybertron by storm. And, best was that he was actually succeeding.
Onyx shook her helm, taking note of the late hour. She offlined her data-pad and climbed into her berth, clambering under the covers. She pulled them up to her chin, resting her helm on the small pillow under her head. She offlined her optics, willing herself to just go to recharge.
Her processor, on the other hand, had other ideas. Darker, more sensual ideas. Her processor immediately took over, showing her images of Megatron that she had found on the cortex. All of Megatron with his trademark smirk on his face. Her body began to heat as image after image flashed through her processor.
Onyx knew what mechs and femmes were meant to do together. Primus had made them to fit perfectly. One mech and one femme, sharing their very lives and essences. She had seen videos in her classes. Videos that explained coupling in the least sensual way possible; in the most sterile, politically correct way possible. And yet, that still hadn't stopped her from being intrigued.
It was probably natural. Onyx had seen how her mother and father had interacted. They were openly affectionate with each other, often rubbing on each other in an almost innocent way. She had audio units; she knew that her parents were often amorous with one another while she was doing other things.
She also had other friends. Friends who weren't Alphas. Even just one step below her- Betas- were able to 'play' a little more than she was able to. She had often spent long nights with her three best friends, listening to them talk about their various escapades. Onyx had giggled and played along with them, asking questions about their affairs. But, when they had settled down for a few moments of actual recharge before the dawn broke, she had curled up on herself and let the sorrow wrap around her.
She had spoken to her mother about these feelings not more than a vorn or two ago. Her mother had settled down with her on the couch and gave her the 'talk.' Ember had spoken much more in-depth and with much more compassion than her professors. Ember had spoken of love and of scents. She had spoken of lines of code and of what mechs and femmes did behind closed doors.
Onyx's processor kept showing her pictures of Megatron. Her cooling fans kicked on noisily, letting her know that it was going to be a fight to sleep. She stubbornly ran her recharge coding, wishing her processor to be silent. Slowly she drifted into recharge, with images of Megatron still planted firmly in the forefront of her mind.
Megatron sighed and leaned his helm against the wall. At least the wall was cold enough to soothe his aching processor. His forearms were braced on the wall above his head, making him appear slightly comical. Not that any of the other mechs in the room would have voiced that. No, they were just as intimidated by their Lord as the next mech.
"I do not understand why this is taking so long." Megatron's baritone rang through the room, demanding answers. His mechs were slow to answer.
*SLAM*
Megatron's fist made contact with the wall, denting the metal easily. It buckled and gave way, as did the mechs in the room.
It was Soundwave who answered. "My Lord, the campaign is going as planned. The beginning of the campaign merely moved much faster than anticipated. However, we are still on track to take Kalis within a few vorns." Soundwave remained perfectly still throughout giving Megatron the bad news.
Megatron pushed his giant hands against the wall, propelling his body to an upright stance. He growled at the mechs in his office, thoroughly entrenched in his bad mood. "Dismissed."
As the mechs filed out of his office and his rooms, Megatron walked back into his chambers. He shut the door firmly and sank down into his berth. His berth was plain and had neither pillow nor any coverings. He was a simple mech. He had no need for fancy words or fancy things. Oh, they were nice perks, but when it came down to it, he didn't need them.
Megatron sighed as his aft hit the berth. He was worn out. There was no way around it. Rallying the troops day in and day out had taken a lot of energy. All of his soldiers and high command had been at a full out sprint for almost an entire deca-cycle. All the running and destruction had his energy levels at an all-time low.
He shifted so he was lying down fully. With a breathy moan, he ordered the lights to deactivate and his door to lock. He knew that in order for a mech to break in, it would require the strength and skill to overcome Barricade and Hardcore, as well as Soundwave. While his trust was shaky with the formers, he placed full trust in the latter.
He tossed an arm over his exhausted optics, finally allowing them to power down and leave him to his thoughts. This was the time of day he dreaded most. This was the time when his processor would shut off and his spark would begin to make its demands. And, lately, his spark had been preoccupied with a certain femme.
It was bullslag. It was. He should never be so occupied with a single being; other than himself, or course. She was so utterly interesting. He gone through, time and again, and analyzed the coding. When her scent had hit his receptors, he immediately translated the code into a very secure portion of his processor.
That section of his processor that dealt with all the important things in his life, like battle strategies and energon stockpile locations and the like. It was insane. A femme had never managed to find her way into that portion of his mind. Some mechs had managed it, briefly, but only because they were suspected of treachery or because they were unique to a plan of his. But never because of coding.
That stupid femme had not left his thoughts since he had left her. While he had made it clear to her father that he was going to court her, and could very well bond with her, he hadn't expected her to rule him from afar. Take last cycle. He had been in the middle of raising the city of Praxus. While he was commanding his troops to carry on and be brave and heroic, he had been wondering what that stupid femme was doing.
When the news crews had begun filming and reporting on the battle, he had swelled in his armor. Not because of pride, but because she might see him on the evening news. He found himself wondering what kind of gifts she would like. Was she the type of femme who would appreciate a rare stone from off planet? Would she enjoy a rare plant? Or would she scorn him for it and reject his advances?
Her mother unit had certainly been unhappy with his mere presence, so she was surely busy poisoning her daughter against him. He smirked, initiating his recharge sequences. Perhaps it was time for him to visit a Decepticon loyal femme and get this itch out of his systems. It had been almost half a vorn since he had taken a femme.
A femme named Night-Sequence had been new to the Decepticon ranks. And, being her commander, he had welcomed her to his army in the best way he knew. With a good, hard, frag. And it was a wild experience. She had been a femme who could evenly match his hunger for interface. They had spent nearly two entire cycles in each other's company, fragging each other senseless. Word had just reached him that she and Firebender had just bonded and had been moved into bonded housing.
At least he had gotten a bite of her before she settled down and attached herself to one of his best tacticians. Hopefully the two of them would produce strong, loyal sparklings to the Decepticon cause. But, that still left him the problem of being alone in his quarters. No femmes to frag or dominate. At least, he consoled himself, he would be back home in Kaon within a few deca-cycles and then he would call upon his femme.
He cursed himself, remembering that he had promised that stupid femme's father that she would remain untouched. Although that did give him quite a lot of wiggle room. She would remain pure until she was bonded, but that did not mean that he could not introduce her to a few ways to enjoy a partner without delving into her port.
He shuddered; his mind had already run off with images of her innocent little black hands wrapped around his rod. In his fantasy, she was looking up at him with wide, round blue optics, pleading with him to take her. He would tell her 'no,' maintain his dominance over her and her wants. He would, however, teach her to pleasure him well and then he would teach her about her own pleasure.
She would be so beautiful in her innocence. Her optics would be wide and questioning, her words would be like a smooth silk tracing over his audios. She would learn to pleasure him quickly, and she would learn to revel in her own pleasure just as quickly. He would lay her down on his berth, denying her request for the lights to be dimmed. He wanted to see her face and her body, fully. She would blush furiously when he would kiss her and begin lazily working down her body to where her innocence would be covered. He would do for her what he had never done for another femme. He would gently take off her coverings and bring her to completion with his glossa.
Megatron shook his helm in the darkness of his room. Letting his imagination run away with him in these twilight hours only served to torment him. One day he would be able to have his femme, but that day was far in the future. For now, he thought as he turned on his side, I will simply have to recharge and push farther into Kalis.
Onyxstar awoke with a start. Her alarm clock was blaring, falling from her nightstand and rolling all around the room on its set of wheels. She hastily threw off the covers on her berth and began chasing down the wily little inanimate box of noise. Once she had sufficiently pounced on it and placed it back on the nightstand did she stop and stretch.
She yawned and made her way into the washroom of her domicile, where she washed her face and waxed herself in preparation for a new day. Today she was supposed to go with her mother into the city to help her pick up some fresh energon as well as a few other supplies. While her mother could always just employ the help of a drone, going together had always been a mother-daughter bonding experience they had enjoyed.
Today, however, her father was nearly beside himself trying to make preparations for a body-guard to go with them. He had called a multitude of 'Bots, only to find out that most of the bodyguards were far too busy tailing others within the complex. The few that weren't on full detail were picking up and heading to either the Autobot army or the Decepticon army. Emberstar wouldn't be swayed, Onyx found out as she walked into the kitchen that morning.
"No. I don't think you understand, Windwing. We need to go get energon."
"I can just as easily go get energon by myself as the two of you can!"
"Oh, please. You have no idea what kinds of energon we're low on right now, darling. What additives are running low? What grade are we completely out of?" Emberstar asked, as she leaned triumphantly against the counters.
"I have no idea, Ember. But, how about I just pick up a little bit of everything? Or, we can do this easy way and you can just give me the list in your hand." Windwing returned, advancing on his mate.
"No! I'm not giving this up! Onyx and I need this! She's already been so freaked out about this whole Megatron debacle that we need this normalcy, 'Wing!" Ember growled at her mate, who had stopped a few feet in front of her.
Onyxstar coughed, letting her parents know that she had just arrived. "I'm actually not that freaked out. He's probably forgotten all about it. It's been a few deca-cycles since he was here and we haven't heard anything from him. He's way too busy trying to breach Kalis' defenses to think about us." She paused, looking at both of her parents, who were watching her with an almost wary expression on their faces. "Besides, I'd like to go out today. I'm itching to get out of here and pick up some more supplies to work on my jewelry."
Windwing and Emberstar exchanged glances and Onyxstar knew that they were discussing options through the bond. It was Windwing who spoke, "Actually, Onyx, Megatron's forces broke through late last night and breached Kalis. They managed to burn down quite a few buildings before calling a tactical retreat." Ember looked grim, staring at her daughter.
After a few moments of silence, Ember spoke. "We'll go into town, darling, but we're going to be quick. It's unlikely that Megatron will attack Kaon, because this is his home, but there are bound to be some rowdy mechs out on the streets. Your father has to go into work, so it'll just be the two of us. We can go, if you promise to stick with me for safety." Ember said, moving forward and wrapping her arms around her daughter in a hug.
"Of course, mother."
"Excellent! Well, my femmes, I am off to work. Please be safe, both of you." Windwing pulled both of his femmes into his embrace and squeezed them tightly, before walking out the back of the domicile, to his waiting ship. With a small wave, he was gone, flying off to a council meeting.
"Well, then, my darling, let's go." Ember looped her daughter's arm through her own, walking them towards the front domicile door. Onyx laughed at her mother's mechly antics before yanking the door open.
"I wasn't expecting two such beautiful Alpha femmes to be up at this hour." Onyx's jaw opened of its own accord and her mother's arm went slack. There, on the front steps, was Lord Megatron. And, he was covered in mechblood and dirt and soot. Megatron moved forward, forcing the two femmes back into the house. Once he had cleared the threshold, he closed and locked the door behind him.
"Lord Megatron! I must insist you leave immediately! This is highly suspect and quite unorthodox." Emberstar stated, having gathered her wits. Megatron merely smirked at her and brushed her aside gently, moving into the kitchen. He stated opening cabinets and drawers until he found an empty energon cube.
"I take it that Windwing has already departed for his meeting? Pity. I was hoping to catch him before he went. You see, he'll be stuck in Iacon for quite some time, though he doesn't know it. All incoming craft will be tagged and he'll have to wait for deca-cycles to get out of there. I guess I'll simply have to become the mech of this domicile and protect his femmes from harm." He shot a devilish grin at the two femmes in front of him. Onyx was surveying him with bright, wide optics, while Ember was staring at him with open contempt.
He initiated the machine in the kitchen to begin mixing energon and began preparation of zinc to add to his energon. He must be exhausted if he's mixing in zinc, Oynx thought, unless he only wants to be super shiny for a while. "I must apologize for coming to you in such a state." Megatron said casually, turning his back to the femmes while he surveyed Kaon out the tiny kitchen window. "I was in a hurry to return to my femme. Hello, Onyx."
"My Lord." Onyx returned, bowing her head a little, even though his back was turned. Megatron moved to the energon dispenser, pouring in the zinc when it was almost done and then he took it off the heating pad. He turned to the two femmes, taking a swig of the energon. Uncomfortable silence rang for almost a breem while Emberstar and Megatron stared one another down.
Finally, Ember looked away and spoke. "Am I to assume that you will be staying the night, then, my Lord?" At his small nod, Ember spoke again. "Then I shall take Onyx and go make up the guest bedroom for you, then."
"No." Onyx and Ember stopped turning towards the spare bedroom and turned to face the warlord once more. "No, you see, dear Ember, I need Onyx. I need her to help me clean myself. I am, as you know, filthy." To prove his point, he lifted one pede off the floor, watching as dirt crumbled back to the flooring. "I'm sure I'll need her help scrubbing off all this filth." His optics narrowed at Onyx, who had blushed and turned to stare at the floor.
"Besides, Ember. I'm going to be sleeping with young Onyx tonight. I'd hate to have anything happen to her if I was too far away to hear any intruders." His optics glinted dangerously, sending the threatening message clearly to Ember.
Ember, though furious, knew that she had been defeated by the monster. He was bigger than her, smarter than her and had an entire army at his disposal. However, she could try one more tactic, "I'm afraid that Onyx's berth is much too small for you and her, my Lord." It wasn't surprising that he had an answer immediately.
"Then she will move rooms for a while. Right, Onyx?" His malevolent optics met her innocent ones, and she nodded, dropping her helm in submission.
"If you wish, Lord Megatron." Megatron laughed silently. She was so perfect for him, but there was a fire behind her optics that he wanted to throw unrefined energon upon. She was ready to explode, but wouldn't do so in such an oppressive environment. Hopefully, she'd explode in his berth. That would be lovely.
"Now, my little femme, let's enhance that blush." Megatron said as he stalked forward and placed a hand on the small of her back. "Let's go knock some of this dirt off me and let you see your future mate in all of his glory, hmmm?"
I'm saddened that so few like this story. It's kind of my baby right now. I'm sick of Megatron fics where he falls in love and isn't a sick, evil son of a bitch. Mine is evil, but in a cunning way. I'm kind of using the Transformers: Prime Megatron. He's a bit smarter than regular Megatron. Anyways, please review. I'm looking for a little inspiration for this fic, which is best served in the form of reviews.