Author's note. You may have noticed, but all private messaging past a certain date has been deleted by FF. They did this without any warning and haven't even announced it on their board of announcements meaning I have lost loads of different messages from different people including stories I have written. Since I didn't realise they would be lost, I didn't copy and save them all, a big mistake.

What's even worse, I changed email accounts and all my emails on the old one were deleted so I only have records of very recent private messages. Luckily, my co author ZabuzasGirl had copies of the chapter we wrote but I hadn't had time to edit. So, this is one of the saved chapter and I hope you enjoy it.

Sorry for the really long wait, suggestions are welcome.

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"This isn't over Prime," he hissed maliciously. "This is only the beginning."

He straightened up, ignoring the dull pain throbbing in his loins.

"And by the end of it, Celestial will be my mate and there will be 'nothing' you can do about it."

And he cut the communication.

Megatron stomped out of the communication room, fury rolling off him as his loins continued to throb. No doubt Prime taught her that little move, hell, he probably made it clear who she should use it against. His expression contorted with rage, he was going to make sure she never did that again. He may be planning to court her but they needed to lay down some rules first. She needed to understand how things worked around here.

He got there in good time but paused in front of her door to compose himself. He didn't want to barge in raging, he would rather be cold and impersonal. So he took a few moments to achieve this before going straight in.

Funnily enough, she was in the same position he'd left her in the last time he'd been in this room. Her back was to him and she was on her berth though at the sound of him, she turned. Her face had tears on it but she also looked furious. But this only served to annoy him, what did she have to be upset about.

"What do you want?" she asked bluntly and rudely.

"Mind that tone of your, young lady," he said coldly. "Hasn't Prime taught you
to respect your superiors?"

"What superiors?" Celeste sneered, still angry.

"Why you...," Megatron snarled, taking a menacing step towards her before pausing. "I promise you, during your time among us, you will learn proper respect and decorum. A Femme of your age should not act this way."

She just sneered at him before snapping.

"I suppose loads of Femmes get kidnapped by Decepticons supposedly wanting to court them?"

"Need I remind you that you willingly accepted the suit from 'another' Decepticon," Megatron said silkily.

Her face darkened.

"Starscream's too good to be a Decepticon," she said hotly.

"Really?" he sneered back. "Then it's funny he doesn't go running to Prime and become a sappy Autobot."

He chuckled darkly.

"You've never seen Starscream at his darkest, my dear Celestial. I've seen him rips Sparks out with his bare hands."

"He...he'd never do that?" she stammered although she had a feeling that wasn't true.

"Ask him yourself," Megatron said with a shrug. "See what he says. But know I don't bother lying about this sort of thing. Starscream's a warrior, which means he's killed Autobots. I'm sorry if this disappoints you."

She turned away from him, shaking her head in disbelief. She knew it was childish but someone, she just couldn't believe

"Talk to Starscream, Celestial," Megatron said simply. "There's no point in me saying anything more on this subject, you won't believe a word I say."

Celeste was taken aback by these words but she still gave him a stubborn look.

"I will ask him," she said defiantly. "If he's recovered from that horrible beating you gave him."

"Nonsense," Megatron said dismissively. "That was just a mild beating."

"A mild beating?" she shrieked. "He was bleeding all over the floor, he could have died..."

Celeste stopped speaking, having realised her mistake too late.

Megatron narrowed his optics at her in suspicion.

"What do you mean by that, Celestial?"

"I mean I saw the way he was after you left him. He could barely move, couldn't even drag himself to the Med Bay. But I helped him, I helped him heal."

"You did what?" he hissed furiously, glaring at her as she stared right back at him.

"I went back to find him," she said softly, "Because I knew you wouldn't help him. And I'm glad I did."

He stared at her, unable to process what she had just said. He couldn't believe that she had gone behind his back like that, no one dared go behind his back like that. But perhaps he shouldn't be surprised, she had only just got here and he hadn't told her she couldn't go help him

He could punish her but he didn't want to push her away from him. So he gave her a cold smile and said.

"How touching, Celestial, that you would risk yourself for him."

"He would do the same for me," she shot back.

"No doubt," Megatron said softly. "But I don't want you wondering about this place on your own."

"I can fight you know, I can take care of myself," she stated hotly.

"Probably," he agreed. "But regardless, you are to remain unless I or a Minicon is with you."

She started to protest but he held up a hand and said.

"I'm not locking you up, I would just prefer you didn't go wondering on your own."

"Why, it's not as though you care?" Celeste said a little mulishly, hating the situation she was in.

"Of course I care," Megatron said softly, taking a step forward. "I don't want anything to happen to you, as I said. But I'll make sure you're not bored here, you won't want to wander."

"You're still forcing me to remain here," she pointed out quietly. "If I was still at the Autobot base, I could leave my room without fear."

Megatron huffed, annoyed she wasn't getting it. But instead of arguing, he said.

"For tonight, you will remain here, Celestial."

"And what if I want to leave," the young Femme shot back at him, causing his optics to flash.

"You will listen, young lady or you will regret it," Megatorn growled, making Celeste remember how much bigger and stronger he was. "If you're going to give me attitude, I shall lock you in here and you will be forced to wait until I let you out."

Her fists clenched as he spoke his threat, how could he say that?

"You have an attitude problem that I won't tolerate," he continued with a growl as she gaped at him.

"I have an attitude problem?" she said in disbelief.

"You were insolent to me in front of Optimus Prime," Megatron growled sternly.

"Would this be when you were trying to kiss me, when I didn't want it?" she said with a slight sneer. "And weren't you trying to upset Optimus when he was only worried about me?"

Megatron narrowed his optics at her.

"If Prime hadn't been there, you would have been happy for me to kiss you. You just don't like getting caught Celestial."

He paused and then smirked, taking a step closer.

"If I kissed you right now, I bet you wouldn't object at all."

"O-of course I would," she said hotly, trying to cover up her small slip. "I don't want some big brute shoving his tongue down my throat."

"A big brute am I? Well, I suppose I can be at times but I don't recall 'shoving' my glossia down your throat," he stated delicately.

He was even closer to her now so she took a step backwards, not wanting to fall into the trap.

"I don't want this," she said firmly, knowing if he grabbed her she might just give in. There was so much she didn't know about her body and about being an adult, it seemed she couldn't control herself when he touched her. Was that natural or was she just some sort of slut? She didn't want to believe that about herself but it was so confusing at times.

"You really mean that?" he asked with a sneer, coming closer.

"Yes," she said, backing pointedly away from him. "So unless you want another kick, stay away from me."

But he continued to advance on her, forcing her to shy back.

"I mean it..," she said, her voice cracking slightly.

They were all alone and this time, Megatron wasn't distracted by the presence of Optimus. And he'd been close enough so that she could strike but this time, he had a glint in his optic. She tried to keep her voice steady as she said.

"Don't come..."

But suddenly Megatron acted. Grabbing her around the middle, he bent her over and kissed her full on the mouth. She struggled against him, trying to free her mouth but he just pressed harder. He wrapped his arms around her and held her still.

With one hand supporting her, he used the other to gently rub the area between her wings, something that Creators did to their Sparklings. It was a technique that nearly always worked to soothe and relax them. Slowly, Celeste stopped moaning and struggling and relaxed under his grip. Once this had happened, he began kissing her much more gently.

Unconsciously, Celeste wrapped her arms around his neck and started kissing him back. Megatron purred, very pleased by this action. He moved them closer to the berth so that he could give her more attention. After all, having a harem meant he was very knowledgeable when it came to pleasing Femmes.

He got her on the berth, moving her legs so that he could go between them. This was more to protect her as he was far too heavy to just lie on top of her. With one hand, he braced himself on the berth while the other started to stroke Celeste's wings. He felt triumph as her body started to heat up due to his ministrations.

Her breathing began to speed up as he caressed her.

She couldn't stop the rush of sensations that were assaulting her body, a small part of her mind was screaming that it was wrong but it felt so good. She dimly wondered what it would be like to stroke a Seeker in return, to watch as they squirmed and moaned beneath her.

"You like that, don't you?" Megatron purred, giving Celeste a chance to gasp out loud as he released her mouth for a moment.

"Ahh, huh," she said, panting heavily as he leaned down and started nuzzling her face and neck.

He used his fangs to gently nibble at her cheek while also using his glossia. He wanted to leave her in a state where she'd be begging for more. At least here was no one watching them this time, he did prefer the privacy of a bedroom. Unlike other Mechs who would willingly do it anytime, anywhere.

Well, he didn't mind the anytime part so much.

Forgetting who she was, he started to grind against her slightly, his Cod Piece becoming hotter and hotter. Celeste gasped, heat going through her.

"Ah," she cried out, his hotness was arousing her worse than ever. "Ah, we...shouldn't..."

"I'll be gentle," he promised, starting to reach down to touch her.

"Uh, no...wait...I-I'm not ready..." she suddenly said, managing to realise what he was up to.

Ignoring her pleas, he kept on with what he was doing.

"Please...not yet," she begged, pushing at him slightly, though a part of her didn't want to.

"Please," she begged, shoving at him a bit harder. Her arousal was decreasing by the moment, she knew that even if she liked being kissed, she was nowhere near ready to have sex.

Reluctantly, Megatron pulled back from her.

"You don't want to continue?" he questioned.

"If we do, we'll go too far," she whispered softly. "I really don't want that. At least not yet."

This made him smile though he didn't know she wasn't necessarily talking about him. He pushed himself up and then rolled off her.

"Very well, Celestial, we'll leave this for another time."

"Thanks," she said softly.

He nodded slowly.

"I do take my partners needs into account, Celestial."

"That's good to know," she said softly before saying.

"I'm getting a little hungry, actually."

She was feeling grateful that he'd stopped without trying to convince her to let him carry on. Though she was still unhappy about the situation, she knew it would be better to get along than constantly fighting. But she had to figure out how to get Megatron to leave her alone, she just didn't see how they could work as a couple. As a young Femme, she might be vastly inexperienced when it came to relationships but she did know there was more to it than physical pleasure.

If she chose to be with someone, it had to be because she got on with them...outside the bedroom. They had to have some things in common, enjoy being together, able to talk about stuff. Something that she could not do with Megatron and frankly, something he couldn't do with her. They were reasons she had to hold onto when Megatron was trying to draw her in with kisses and cuddles.

"Come on, I'll take you to the Rec Room, unless you'd rather share a cube in my quarters?"

"Um, will the others be there?" she asked softly, she wasn't really in the mood for meeting the other Decepticons, since Starscream wouldn't be there.

He smiled.

"Let's go to my quarters," he said smoothly. "Then you can go to sleep afterwards, in peace."

"Alright," she conceded, it felt like it would be too stressful going there and having to deal with the likes of Thrust. So she took the hand he offered and allowed him to pull her off the berth.

He smiled, squeezing it gently as he led her from the room.

Megatron took her to his room which was filled with tons of stuff, compared to her bare room. He had a computer, a shelf full of date pads and loads of other things. His berth actually looked a bit more comfy as well, not to mention it was bigger.

"Uh...you have a nice room," she stated rather lamely but she didn't know what else to say.

"We've been here for quite a while," Megatron said as he poured a fresh cube for her.

"I'm sorry your room wasn't more ready but we prefer to save our resources unless we need them."

"That makes sense," Celeste said softly, hoping he didn't think she was complaining.

"But now that you're here, we'll furnish your quarters, make it suitable for a young Femme," Megatron continued. "Perhaps we could ever paint it, I know Femmes like bright colours in their quarters."

"That does sound nice," Celeste admitted.

"Cyclonus could easily get some," Megatron said smoothly. "Just think about what kind of colours you'd like."

"I'll think about it," she said softly.

Glancing around the rather gloomy room, she thought she would take him up on it. Maybe a nice sky blue to remind her of Earth. Speaking of the sky..."

"Will I be allowed to fly?" she asked as Megatron gave her a cube.

"Yes," he said slowly. "But you'd need someone with you, flying in space is a
lot different from flying in an atmosphere."

Megatron came over and handed her a cube of energon.

A thought then came to mind. "Maybe Starscream could teach me?" she said hopefully.

"Hmm," Megatorn grunted as he started to drink from his own cube, he didn't look happy about that idea.

"Please, who better than him?" she pleaded gently.

"We'll see," he said stiffly, annoyed with the fact Starscream was technically the best flyer.

And frankly, not counting Thrust, he was the 'only' jet here at the Decepticon base.

Celeste didn't persist, she sensed he would need to think it over but she hoped he'd agree. She really couldn't go without flying and she would love to be taught by Starscream. He was so gentle and patient, he made the perfect teacher.

Megatron now smiled, and indicated her drink.

"Is that to your liking?" he asked softly.

"Very," said Celeste. "It's better than the last one."

"It's easier to produce Energon here, your yellow sun is a great resource," Megatron said softly. "And I bet on Earth, there are many minerals we could make use of, to produce very fine grades."

A worried look came upon her face. What if they tried to use her planet to make energon?

"Don't worry, there are many other worlds we could get the same minerals from," he assured her, spotting her concerned look. "We're not about to ravage this planet."

"You won't?" she asked curiously, that seemed a bit...out of character for the Decepticons.

Megatron shrugged.

"There are many uninhabited planets that contain all we need. We've set up mining communities on them and don't need this small wet planet."

She was a bit upset that he insulted her planet, but didn't show it. She was very relieved. After all, she really didn't want the Decepticons attacking her planet, better that they thought it wasn't worth their time.

"So, there are different types of Energon?" she asked with interest, changing the subject.

"Oh yes, there are many different kinds," Megatron said with a nod.

"There are some that are specially for Sparklings and Carrying Femmes," Megatron continued after taking a gulp from his own cube.

"We have different colours that denote different Energon. For instance, blue Energon is for Younglings while green is very nutritional. Red stands for High Grade and purple means very refined Energon. Of course, there are different shades of colour so we have many different Energons made from numerous materials."

"And we don't just have Energon," he continued again after a drink. "We have things like Energon sweets. They include Rust Sticks, Copper Candy, Aluminium Straws, all sorts in fact."

"Those sounds great," Celeste said happily, remembering Hotshot making brief reference to them.

"I'm afraid we don't have any at the moment," Megatron said. "But would you like to learn how to make them?"

"Yes, please," said Celeste, smiling.

"Wheeljack happens to be good at making them, I'm sure he'd like teaching you," Megatron persisted. "And I'm sure you can add your own Earth twist to them. Since we have plenty of Energon, you could experiment a bit."

Celeste thought about Wheeljack as he said this.

He was such a serious Mech, it was hard to imagine him cooking away or inventing stuff. But it did sound interesting and she could take the recipes back to Earth. She was sure the boys would love it, and she could make the other Autobots some as well.

"I'll ask him tomorrow," she said softly, making Megatron smile.

"Excellent," he said, sounding very pleased with himself. "I know you'll be happy here."

The smile faltered on her face.

"You mean away from my friends and family?"

Megatron was silent.

"I miss them," she said softly. "I want to be with them and you've taken me
away from them."

Megatron came forward and put his hands on her shoulders.

"You'll have a new family," he said softly. "With me, and there's other
waiting for you on Cybertron. Including Femmes who would love to make you
their little sister."

A few tears formed in her optics. Megatron leaned down and nuzzled her neck, trying to calm her.

"Everything will be alright," he said softly.

Celeste looked at him unsure.

"I have a good feeling about this," he said with confidence, making her smile.

"I...I don't know," she said.

"It's the truth, my dear," he said, nibbling her audio. "I'm sure you'll see that in time."

Celeste left Megatron and went over to the window. After a moment he followed her and as she gazed at the view he wrapped his arms around her. She stroked her fingers over his knuckles. He nuzzled her again, enjoying the feel of her. She was so affectionate when
she wasn't trying to get away from him. He just knew that they could be happy together.

"I'm tired," she said. "I think I'd like to return to my quarters."

"You could spend the night with me," he suggested, wishing she'd accept. "I promise I wouldn't do anything, just hold you close."

Celeste thought about it and conceded, but on one condition.

"Only if you promise you won't do anything."

She wanted to see if he could keep his word. If he didn't, then she would
never trust him again, never let him touch her again. If he kept his word...

Megatron smiled at her.

"I promise I won't do anything you don't ask for," he said softly before
coming round and taking her hand.

Leading her to the berth, he got on and then helped her onto it.

As she lay down, he pulled her in closer, wrapping his arms around her
protectively. He wanted her to enjoy this and prove he was capable of sleeping with
a Femme without ravishing her. Despite what some would say about him.

"Go to sleep, Celestial, you're safe with me," he said, kissing her on the
nose as he settled down.

Sighing, Celeste leaned up and gave him a small kiss. It was very soft and short but it was on his cheek and wasn't just a chaste one.

Megatron stroked her face, saying, "Sleep now."

She smiled at him before closing her optics and settled down, activating her
recharge functions. In another few moments, she had fallen asleep. Megatron smiled widely before giving her forehead a small kiss of his own before settling himself down for recharge. She might be protesting now but he was slowly but surely drawing her in.

Soon, she would be his.

Author's note. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter, remember, suggestions are welcome. Until next time.