Transformers Belongs To Hasbro

Pixel is mine though! *clings possessively and hisses*

Chapter 6

Megatron was already out of bed when Pixel awoke. A groggy view of the room informed her that he was once again working at his desk this time on a datapad.

"Good morning, I see you have finally decided to wake up." Megatron chortled, glancing over his shoulder at her. Pixel was surprised to find herself smiling back at the cruel mech, it disappeared as she realized what she had done.

"How long have you been awake...?" Pixel questioned, carefully stretching the sleep from her chassis.

"For quite awhile but I do wake up rather early. You can sleep all day if you like but I would not deny your company while I work." he answered, turning to face her. Even just exiting recharge, the femme looked beautiful.

"What are you working on exactly...?" she questioned, softly rolling off the berth. Megatron smiled as he got up from his seat and motioned for her to sit in the chair he offered. Pixel sat down delicately as he pushed it in, the datapad now at a view-able position. She could not read most of what it said but she did now that it was plans of some sort.

"Is this part of the strategies you were talking about, Megatron?" Pixel asked, turning to look up at him.

"Yes, I know it looks complex but to a well-trained optic it is a masterpiece. It's coded so that Autobots may not know my plans for them." he explained, giving her helm a gentle kiss. It sent a shiver down her spine. The way he spoke of Autobots, it was like he spitting venom. As if his hatred for Autobots held no bounds. What about her? What were his plans for her? Megatron could sense her change in mood.

"You hate Autobots and want to kill them brutally...Once I begin to bore you...Are you going to k-kill me?" she asked suddenly, staring up at him with tear-filled optics. Megatron had been waiting for her to ask a question such as this.

"Of course not. Do not be ridiculous, Pixel. Why would I go through the trouble of repairing you and keeping you well-taken care of just to dispose of you later? I am not a fickle mech." he growled sternly, taking her chin in his servo. Not rough, but hard enough to show her who was dominant. Her lips were parted in a cute fashion as she looked up at his with those bright optics of her. His grip softened as he claimed her lips softly, showing her who was in charge but with the gentleness of a lover.

"Think of yourself as one of the safest bots on this planet. The drones know not to touch you and the medics are harmless to you." he added, letting her go. Pixel tried to utter some form of words but the mech quietly shushed her.

"Why don't we go down to Earth for a while? You must be sick of being on the ship and I highly doubt the Autobots have anything planned." Megatron said, opening his door and beckoning her to follow him. Go...outside? He was really taking her outside!

He was taken back as she ran out of the room at full speed, a huge grin on her face. For a moment he actually thought she was trying to escape, until she finally came to a stop to look at him and wait. Megatron could not help but chuckle as he walked toward her.

Once on the Earth's surface, Pixel was amazed at the life around her. Megatron had chosen a secluded meadow for his treasure to enjoy. It was nice to see her so happy for once and it made his dark spark get a small glow as he watched her. As she frolicked through the various fields of flowers, he had chose to instead seat himself under a large tree to enjoy the weather and the view of her.

"Don't wander off to far. Keep where I can keep an optic on you." Megatron ordered softly, stretching out his large legs to relax

"Yes, sir!" Pixel called back. Almost an hour went by before she wore herself out and made her way back to the Decepticon leader. She had a big smile as she collapsed beside him, panting softly.

"Have fun?" he asked, gently petting her helm. Pixel was too tired to do anything but nod her helm at the giant mech. Perhaps with all the evil that he was, maybe there was some kind of light part in his spark. Then an idea seemed to hit the mech...

Pixel was shocked as the mech rolled over until he was straddling her hips and his servos came to grasp her wrists.

"W-What are you d-doing?" she asked, spark clenching in panic.

"Calm yourself. I just merely want to play." he chortled, coming down to nuzzle her neck as he gently nipped the sensitive circuits. The move had the desired effect as she squirmed underneath him. He slowly moved himself to where he was between her legs, her pelvic plating was already getting warm.

"P-Play..~?" she asked nervously, feeling his kisses begin to move down until she felt them right where her spark was covered. Pixel wanted to push him off but the grip he had her wrists were stronger than steel. Her venting hitched as his began to kiss her sensitive abdominal plating. It only got worse, or better, as he glided his glossa from right above her pelvic plating, across her abdomen, and trailed up until she felt it on her neck once more.

"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" he asked, coming up to stare into her optics. Wide optics stared back at him, lost with what to say. That was one thing that seemed to catch Megatron's fancy was that she showed him her thoughts through body language and not through many useless words. Years of war had taught him how to read a bot. Wide optics showed her fear and uncertainty, blushing cheek platings showed her embarrassment of her situation and of his compliment, lips slightly parting showed a subconscious want for him to kiss her again, and last but not least was her wet pelvic plating that showed that no matter how innocent his jewel was her body could not deny it's own pleasure.

As he began to grind himself slowly between her legs, he let out an irritated growl as he was commed.

"What is it? I'm busy." he growled grumpily, once realizing it was Knock Out.

"I know this probably isn't the best of times to say this but some new Decepticons arrived and they are awaiting your return so they may join us. Pretty big day, huh? I hate to pull your from your date but I purpose that it is in the best interest of the crew for you to arrive quickly before Arachnid is in their receptors." Knock Out explained before Megatron could blow up on him. New Decepticons? And here Megatron did not think the day could get better.

"I'll be there shortly. Keep them occupied and Arachnid away." Megatron ordered, getting to his peds and helping Pixel up. He gave her a look as he pondered what to do with her. It would be a bad idea to introduce her so early to a group of 'uncivilized' Decepticons before he had a chance to scope them out. Pixel was his and he'd be damned to have low-class Warrior class mechs touch her or give her trouble. But she did look so content in the meadow.

"Pixel, I will make a deal with you since I trust you, which I have never gave that honor to any one but Optimus and Soundwave. Stay in this area and I'll allow you to stay until I send for you. But I swear, the consequences if you break my trust will be worse than you could ever imagine." he warned, taking her chin gently but sternly. He...trusted her? She wasn't sure if she could trust her receptors but his optics told her she heard right.

"I won't break your trust." she promised, gently holding the servo on her chin. With that, he gave her lips a kiss before warping back to the ship.

"Oh I thought he'd never leave!" a raspy voice laughed and familiar form made his way toward her.

"Starscream?" she exclaimed, recognizing the mech. Pixel did not know much about the mech but she did know that Megatron despised him.

"Oh~? You seemed have remembered me! I'm honored, little one. Though with Megatron using you like a pleasure bot I thought it would be hard to remember anything." Starscream chortled, walking up to her with servos behind his back..

"A pleasure bot? I don't know what you mean b-but he's never...I mean, he's never f-force me to..." Pixel stuttered as she tried to deny what he thought of her.

"Tsk, Tsk! I'm quite sure your seal is intact so no need for an explanation. I can tell by your...demeanor that you have never been intimate with a mech before. I just simply like to see your cute little cheeks turn red." he laughed, stroking her a long talon down the softness of her face.

"Goodnight, dear. I'll keep them from picking you apart." he chuckled, stepping back as she felt a vicious surge go through her chassis, collapsing suddenly to the ground. Pixel barely kept her optics online long enough to see the humans come out from the growth with their weapons at the ready.

"C-Captain...M-Meg-gatron..." she whispered silently before her chassis finally shut down.

Another human walked out from the growth before stopping beside Pixel's helm.

"This one is smaller than the rest." he observed, bending down to brush a little dirt off that had clung to her cheek. The rest of the humans were preparing her for transport.

"Yes, she is rather small even for a femme, Silas. Hmph, she's barely at the age for mating, though it seems that Megatron does not seem to mind. If I remember correctly, her name is Pixel. More than a little sheltered from the outside Universe. But I do believe we could have better use for her rather than taking her apart like rest." Starscream explained, looking down at Silas.

"Is that so? And what other uses could we have for this femme?" Silas asked, stepping back as they loaded her into a semi-truck.

"Mechs are very...pleasure-prone creatures. Use Pixel as a trap and you'll have more Cybertronians than you know what to do with." Starscream chuckled, giving Silas a smirk.

"You make an interesting point. I will consider it. For now, I'd like to speak with the femme when she wakes up for psychological reasons. All I've learned from you is your own ego. Perhaps she will be more of an interest." Silas said, walking away from the shocked Starscream.