A Matter of Perception
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Authors Note: Okay, just so you know: the codpiece, interface panel and crotchplate are those strips of brightly colored plating that looks like scanty underwear (Ratchet, Starscream and Perceptor are prime examples). Oh come on, its not like you haven't thought it before!
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Megatron was reading a datapad on his throne, moving and shifting into a more comfortable position. He had been sitting on the damnably uncomfortable chair for the past five hours without getting up. Thrones were not comfortable in the slightest. They were large, hard and incredibly wearing after a while. Megatron mused about getting a cushion for the throne when the doors to his throne room flew open and he looked up.
His optic ridges shot up and surprise at the sight of a young mech with nothing but a piece of cloth hugged around his chest stumbling in, Soundwave pushing him roughly forward.
"Lord Megatron, I have found a new concubine for you." Megatron looked over the new mech's body, standing and smirking as he began to circle the kneeling mech. His skin was pale, his hair bright turquoise with a red streak running directly through the widow's peak. His hair had been clumsily hacked off and was styled in a spiked fashion that clung to his delicate cheeks. Painted cybertronian glyphs covered the young mech's fingers, hands and forearms and Megatron pulled the hand up to look at it.
Pimps would often mark virgins with something that humans called "henna" paint in order to distinguish them. This mech had not had his markings removed and Megatron believed it to mean he was still a virgin. Virgins were incredibly expensive on the prostitution block and Megatron wondered how Soundwave had gotten him a virgin.
"Where did you find him?"
"Thundercracker's pleasure model house, he was more than willing to give him over." Megatron circled the young mech and stood before him.
"Stand up." He ordered the young mech and the trembling mech scrambled to his feet, still trying to hold his modesty by clinging to the cloth. "Let me see your body." Megatron grasped the cloth and tore it away, causing the young mech to squeak in surprise.
The young mech's body was thin and flexible, smooth skin practically glowing. Megatron circled the body and smirked to himself, a clawed hand scraping nails over the slim waist to tap on the edge of the interface panel.
"Name." The young virgin blushed at the touches but stuttered out his name.
"Pp-per-percept-t-tor."
"Hmmm… Soundwave, take my young virgin to Starscream to get some proper clothes."
Perceptor trembled and followed Soundwave, grabbing his cloth and wrapping it around his body again. Megatron grabbed Perceptor's shoulder suddenly and pulled him into a searing kiss, causing Perceptor to gasp and lace his fingers in Megatron's silver hair. After a few moments Megatron broke the kiss, eliciting a whimper of protest from Perceptor.
"Patience, little one… I want to savor you." Megatron whispered in Perceptor's audials before giving him a gentle shove towards Soundwave.
When the door closed Megatron smirked as he thought of the little virgin moaning and writhing beneath him. He only hoped that his jealous wife would not do something unseemly to the little mech. Turning back to the throne, Megatron glared at the throne for a moment before opening the throne room door and shouting at one of the guards.
"Someone get a Primus damned cushion for my throne!"