Power

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Megatron purred as he circled the two Autobot twins, his scepter twirling in his fingers as he looked over the stretched out bodies. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were as tall as Megatron and just as strong, even if their bodies had a more feminine curve than Megatron's own chassis.

Sideswipe's red hair had a pair of black audial horns not unlike Red Alert's at his temples and Sunstreaker's own golden hair was streaked with black and fanned out at the side of his face (A/N: Think of his headfins and that's what his hair looks like). The two bodies were stretched out, arms held above their heads by two sets of chains and their ankles shackled to the floor. They were standing back to back, their silk garbed bodies partially exposed. Megatron smirked as he circled them, like a wolf stalking prey.

"Old habits die hard, don't they?" Megatron purred, looking at the two.

Starscream had come to him, the Decepticon Empress loudly complaining that the twins had stolen everyones bedding and hoarded it in someplace. The bedding had been retrieved but Starscream had demanded punishment for the twins.

Megatron smirked as he charged his scepter, an electric crackle emanating from the tip before jerking it into Sunstreaker's chest.

"Ah!" Sunstreaker shrieked and writhed, whimpering as he tried to pull his arms down. Sideswipe turned his head, craning to see what Megatron was doing to his twin. Pain and pleasure filtered through their brother bond and Sideswipe moaned as Megatron planted a hand firmly against his own chest.

"So, boys… Pain? Or Pleasure?" Megatron chuckled and they looked at him, lust clear on their faceplates as they stood, exposed to their master.

"Pleasure." They growled lustfully and Megatron grinned deviously. Of course…

Megatron placed teasing touches to their bodies, caressing and kissing then teasingly. Sunstreaker tried to arch closer once, but Megatron simply let his hand fall, not touching the younger mechs. Sideswipe whimpered and twisted his wrists, clutching his brother's fingers, trying to bring true physical contact, but the platonic touch wasn't what he wanted.

Wasn't what any of them wanted.

Megatron circled his twin lovers and began to speak softly, his gravelly, accented voice making the two shudder and watch him longingly.

"Despite what you two may believe, I do love my Wife. And when he is unhappy it makes me unhappy." Sunstreaker quivered as clawed hands stroked down his stomach, Sideswipe keening softly when Megatron trailed his other hand over the red haired twin's arms and sides. "And when I'm not happy: no one is happy."

Sunstreaker moaned unashamedly as Megatron delved his fingers in his and Sideswipe's interfacing ports.

The Warlord stroked along the inner walls of the two mechs' ports, feeling the ribbed, thin tubing and pressing a second finger into each port to add more friction.

They were right there! So close that they were teetering on the edge of overload. Sunstreaker arched, trying to jerk his leg out of its chains, arms straining also. Suddenly Megatron pulled away and left them, walking over to the door.

"Megatron!" Sunstreaker called, voice heavy with lust and need while Sideswipe keened and shrieked. Megatron smirked.

"You chose Pleasure." The Emperor chuckled, closing the doors behind him.

This was true torture. Sunstreaker thought as he whimpered and squirmed. Being on the edge of overload and unable to finish yourself.