Disclaimer: No I do not own Transformers and will always wish I did.
Beautiful Tragedy
Chapter 2: Dancing for Fools
From the moment Optimus had woken on this morning he felt slightly grumpy and ill-tempered. Although it was not the day to day labor of slavery that made him crabby, no, the Autobots had long since learned not to show their discontent with being in slavery. It might've been simply because instead of being woken up by a Decepticon as he was used to, he was instead awakened by a shrill alarm that goes off loudly that went off every morning that he unfortunately was most likely never going to get used to.
The red and blue mech groaned at the piercing sound invading his audios despite having his hands over them. When at last the noise fled the voice of Soundwave filled the large room. "Awaken, Autobots. Dawn has started. Work begins now." he spoke roboticly.
"Yeah! Wakey, wakey, Autobots!" the loud voice Optimus recognized as one of the many children of the Vizer, Rumble. The grouchy mood stayed in the truck robot as he sat up on his berth, hearing the many other slaves do just the same. "Get to your jobs already!" the tone belonging to another of Soundwave's cassettes, Frenzy.
Optimus yawned, stretching his waking limbs and body. It had been a couple of weeks but already Optimus had already gotten most of the day to day schedule memorized. Admittedly it was a little more easier than his past agendas for the reasons that all of the tasks the Autobots had to do in the palace was almost too little for each of them to do due to the hundreds and hundreds slaves like him. Still, the work that they did do was tedious and dull but it was nice to talk to Bumblebee with of whom he worked with the most often.
Both of them were assigned to do various jobs but mostly seamstressing and laundry, one of the lucky jobs that didn't require a lot of Decepticon oversight. Because of that they could sometimes take small breaks, sneak a little energon and even talk a little without ever raising suspicion.
The young Autobot was very kind and shy but would open up very well if one tried hard enough and could be almost a little chatterbox in front of Optimus and a few of the other slaves the truck mech got to know as well.
One of the Autobot servants Optimus got to know was a mech named Jazz. He was one of the music servant to the Pharaoh whom like the other servants here had numerous freedoms such as going to work only when the Deception leader has demanded it so and the freedom to wander wherever they wanted on the all of the levels of the palace with the exception of the top level. The truck robot liked him, he was very friendly, cheerful and entertaining, as well as being a very good singer.
Ratchet was another servant the large Autobot got to know fairly well. He was the slave doctor who like many other servants had more freedom do whatever he wished to do but chose to stay in medical chamber by himself most of the time. He was becoming elderly and was stale humored but he was wise from many years and was still a bit of relief talking to.
The palace however was difficult to get used to due to its massive size and that it was divided into four large chunks. A lot like the system in the cities they were on each level, the lowest was the second largest which was underground, the slave chambers is where the Autobot slaves slept and ate in. There was a few large work chambers that were no longer in use as such were now storage areas to keep their hardened energon food as well as hide some high grade energon sometimes. Because education was strictly reserved for Decepticons, the Autobots had to improvise by using the old data pads they found in various places to teach some of the sparklings basic skills and knowledge as well as some fighting techniques should they ever need to protect themselves someday. There were no doors separating the different chambers for the wear on them had rusted them off of their hinges long ago and there was no windows as they were underground.
The walls were adust and rusty Despite the grimy rusty old walls and simple copper dim lit orange plasma lanterns that were bolted to the walls were the only sources of light. Although they were no where near enough to light the entire giant chambers they were in giving all of the different rooms a dark orange hue but most Autobots weren't even bothered by this as they had many years to adapt to seeing in brightly lit and dark environments. The only object that was not rust covered was the elevator to upstairs that was large enough to comfortably fit thirty full grown mechs, fifty if they weren't shy of tight squeezes and was only used to go to work outside.
Every single slave lived down here and several were assigned to work in the large work chambers upstairs daily. The Autobot sparklings never did any of the work the adult mechs did but were assigned to clean instead. They unlike the older and much larger mechlings were not allowed upstairs until they got big enough and old enough as mechlings themselves.
The first floor was solid gold like the rest of pyramid and was the largest level of Kaon palace. It had many chambers the largest of which being the great hall which was closed off to the Autobot slaves with the exception of the Decepticon soldiers who used it as a dining hall before getting to work in shifts as the palace guards. There was many large pillars that supported the entire structure of Kaon palace. They were jeweled with turquoise, carnelian, jade and many more along the bases of the giant structure and had designs that told of the 'greatness' of the Decepticons. The carpets were of rich colored purple with purple banners on the Decepticon symbol everywhere. There was no windows on the first floor but it remained brightly lit by expensive gold plated purple plasma lanterns placed generously all around the different chambers.
The slaves were welcome to go up to the first floor but only for the purpose of working or get punished. Work was mostly done outside around the pyramid shaped building's grounds in the hot sun unless the task they had been given specifically called for them to be inside. Because their was no bathing chamber in the slave chambers below they had to wash in a public one on this floor that was open to all to use but mostly the Autobots used it. It had no doors or curtains for privacy, both to make sure the Autobots bathing in there didn't do anything illegal and also to see the beautiful wet and shiny bodies.
The second floor was much smaller and compressed than the floors below it but was still bigger than the top level and also had did have windows as well as large balconies to the outside. The chambers here were for the personal use of the Noblemechs, the Four Generals and their high ranking army Decepticons, Court Officials and finally the Vizer, Soundwave and his children. The Royal Decepticons that were thrined to the Pharaoh lived in their own palaces elsewhere outside of Kaon but when they were on visits concerning politics or likewise they would stay on floor. Only the Autobot servants were allowed on this floor which usually consisted of scribes, musicians, artists and even pleasure slaves.
The very top of the palace was the smallest of all but had luxuries that would be better in Optimus' opinion for Primus and not an arrogant Decepticon. It's chambers was the throne room and the Pharaoh's personal chambers as well as a minture villa complete with a garden, bathroom and dining room all with large glass blown from crushed jade windows with violet silk curtains and large roofed balconies. There was even a second bedroom that was made for when the silver mech finally chose his mate who would rule by his side as the Great Royal Queen, but so far from the stories about him, he had found none which was a little bit of a surprise.
From what Optimus had heard about this floor, he believed it was an insult to all the suffering Autobots slaves of Cybertron. It had everything a mech could have ever desired even though it was the last place on Cybertron any Autobot would ever want to go to. Any Autobot who was sent up there was to be a pleasure slave to the Pharaoh forever until the mech either died or until the large Decepticon became bored with him. The large mech shuddered at the image that popped up in his processor and shoved it away.
Optimus headed upstairs with the others after he saw Soundwave about his job to do today which was just the usual, laundry that was one of the tasks that was to be done outside. He stretched his tight muscle cables as he got ready to go to work. The Autobot walked over to the elevator like the other slaves and got inside to go up. Not a word needed to be spoken as this was the beginning of another hard days labor for their master's ungrateful take on the things they take for granted from their work.
Optimus headed over to the public bathing chamber and scrubbed himself with a soft rag to the best of his ability in private trying to dampen the familiar growth of anger toward the perverted gazes of the passing Decepticon guards on patrol. Oh how it made the Autobot cringe in his armor knowing what kind of foul thoughts that went through their twisted processors every time he was unfortunately spotted by their ruby optics.
And it wasn't just the guards that gave him some looks it was some of the Decepticon Nobles taking walks around the palace. For some moments when the large slave was upstairs he could pick up the distinct chatter of appraise of his frame work when they weren't busy sneering at him for just being an Autobot.
He wasn't vain to want to bathe fairly often but he still had to get the dust and grime off that gathered each and every day so he had to come and wash here a lot. Of course despite being given this on a daily basis long enough to get some semblance of normalcy in his life again and it still creeped him out, Optimus had long since learned to deal with it and move along expertly, knowing that they weren't even worth it. After all he was not owned by them, no, he was owned by the Pharaoh and one fact about him was fairly obvious, he didn't like to at all to share was any different behavior than a typical Decepticon.
Thinking about gun robot, the truck had realized he had slowly gotten a little used to his master more and more as time passed more than he was comfortable admitting. Something about the silver mech was both intimidating and soothing, which was very disturbing.
Optimus occasionally did pass the Pharaoh from time to time during his job. And every time that they did cross paths the Autobot saw him smirk at him, gazing at him with his powerfully expressive carmine optics that were enhanced by the rich black kohl surrounding them and sometimes he spoke a greeting with a bizarrely friendly fanged grin though he never received one in return from the slave.
Surprisingly, the Autobot discovered the one he actually had to worry about was not Megatron, but Starscream. If there was ever a real difference between the two Decepticons it was that Megatron had a better grip on his temper while Starscream did not. The High Priest was the most vicious and sadistic Decepticon Optimus had ever seen, which was saying something considering that the red and blue mech had his share of terrible masters and he had numerous. Poor slave Jetfire was a good example of how desperate mechs can get in order to survive after being beaten long and hard enough. The large Autobot was more than sure he was no longer sane in order to love such a sadistic master.
The truck also had no doubt in his mind that the High Priest hated him strongly as evidenced from whenever he unfortunately passed by him. Some days he was spat at or slapped across the face, Optimus again thankful he had his mask there to protect him from the impact of the blows. On the worst days Starscream lashed him for simply looking at him. Thankfully they were the rare days when that happened though and he could handle anything the seeker could really give out but that did not mean he wanted it.
Still, most of the time Optimus' thoughts tended to drift back to master. Almost like a virus which frightened him a little. It confused the Autobot about the constant warnings about the silver mech being so cruel and sparkless when he had never once witnessed him physically strike a slave, ever. What this exactly meant puzzled him greatly. Was he holding himself back? If he was, why? And for what purpose?
Optimus dried himself off with one of the towels and went over to the pot of black kohl to put some on his optic shutters as well as around them to better prepare for the harsh sunlight of day. After lightly coating his body in oily creme to prevent his metal from softening from the heat as well as a little perfume to get rid of the smell of dust he left to the bathing chamber into the main hall. Ignoring the nasty giggles and whispers he picked up in his audios from the Nobles wandering around this morning to the best of his abilities as he walked outside.
It was a fine day as he could tell from memory this wasn't going to get too hot today, which would be very nice. The Autobot walked toward the laundry area which really couldn't be considered one technically as there was no roof or doors but simple metal arches that separated it from the outside.
Today Optimus was to work with the young Autobot who he had come to except completely as a friend Bumblebee which was now the normal routine for him. The truck thought it was different than the usual tasks he was given by his past masters but didn't complain really. His usual chores had consisted of manual labor given that his perverted masters always wanted to make him gather a sweat and pant.
Still it was one of the most desired tasks as it didn't get much oversight from the Decepticons and was slightly grateful for having it. Nevertheless it was still a demeaning task that the Decepticons forced their Autobot slaves to do. For vain high class robots who gave them their clothes to wash always so filthy with oil, energon and disgustingly, dried transfluid from interfacing probably with their slaves made the red and blue mech a little sick. Optimus made absolutely sure that he had lots of soap and detergent as to get rid of as much of that foul fluid as possible.
As usual they were watched over by the same overseer for the Autobots assigned to do laundry for as long as the large Autobot has been here. He was a Decepticon, no more than a young mechling that Optimus had heard that his name was Barricade from the other Decepticons passing through talking to him. However even though he did know what his designation was he also knew Autobots were never allowed to call any of their superiors by their name lest they want to be put to death for it, even by a mech half their age. Despite his small size he was by no means to be underestimated, the semi had seen him drop a mech almost twice his size without the use of weapons when another Autobot unwisely complained to him.
Barricade yawned at his post nearby in one of the small lookout towers that overlooked the open chamber. He obviously did not want to supervise today and appeared bored. The Decepticon did this a lot and when he did he didn't pay attention as well as should have been doing, so it allowed some things they weren't normally allowed to do while working, talking.
For whatever reason Optimus could not explain simply talking while working made Decepticons get infuriated. The red and blue mech believed it was because they had beaten the slaves so hard they got to a point they never muddled up their tasks anymore, becoming almost flawless in their work, giving their masters no real reason to beat them so they began to punish them for simple things that were not that big of a deal to ease their boredom. Most Decepticon masters did do this so Autobots were forced to comm link each other on a special Autobot only frequency in order to speak to each other safely and without rebuttal.
Barricade was different, since he was fairly new to his role of being an Autobot overseer he did not do most of the things the older Decepticons did so talking slid by him fairly easy.
While scrubbing some of the Decepticon Nobles' clothes, Optimus looked to the side at Bumblebee. The mechling felt the older robot's gaze upon him and looked over to him. The semi nudged with his head in the direction of Barricade high up in the tower behind them. The small Autobot looked over and then turned back to the other nodding. Optimus smiled taking off his mask and putting it away before to whisper. "Spacing out a lot lately isn't he, Bumblebee?"
Bumblebee shrugged. "I wouldn't know, he always has been like this since I had been assigned to my first job." he giggled a bit before a big smile spread across his face plates. "Actually... I think he actually might have a big crush on me..." he spoke before going into a soft giggling fit, face heating up badly as he looked away.
"Oh? And what signs did he possibly give for you to think that?" the large mech asked amused. Most of what the little Autobot said was mostly just stories and speculation that he in his youthful naivety believed a bit too much then was maybe good but it was still pretty adorable to listen and talk about anyway.
"Oh, many little reasons..." the car spoke drawing his sentence to get the other more interested.
Optimus chuckled. "Why, you intend to seduce him?" he asked with humor in his voice but honesty also inside it. If the mechling was being serious about seducing, it would lead to nothing but big trouble. Seducing one's master or superior was a first rate felony for the Autobots and it usually ended in brutal executions for the slave to prevent others from getting the same idea.
Luckily the small Autobot shook his head quickly which relieved the older mech greatly. "Seducing a Decepticon, Primus no, I'm not that desperate...! I want to at least live long enough to see Unicron taken down by Primus on the End of Days!" he laughed lightly.
Both the Autobots quietly laughed but cut it out when Barricade snapped out of his daydreaming, caught the noise and snarled for them to be quiet which they did in a sparkpulse. When he once again dazed off in uninterest after several minutes, Bumblebee spoke to Optimus quietly. "Hey, Optimus." he whispered.
"Yes?" he answered just as silently.
He stopped working for a moment to look at the larger Autobot with complete seriousness which was not like him unless he really wanted to know the answer. The yellow mechling looked down at his wet fingers which were fiddling around as he gathered his courage and finally spoke. "Ummmm... If a Decepticon weren't at all really like... well... a Decepticon supposedly always is, would you fall for one?" he finished gazing up to lock optics with Optimus'.
The red and blue mech sighed and thought for a moment on that. The semi didn't want to say that he could not, after all nobody has the power to chose who they fall in love with but with a Decepticon...? That did not seem at all possible... They seemed to have done far too much sin to them to ever be seen as anything more than a target of hatred. "I don't know. But the likelihood one is not cruel, greedy and disgustingly perverted is almost like asking Unicron to kind and gentle." the large slave answered after some thought.
Seemingly satisfied with the answer he got back the small Autobot returned his attention back to his large laundry urn. "Yeah, I guess... but it make it easier to break the pact of slavery wouldn't it?" he added with a little zest.
"Yes, but one still shouldn't use the pure matters of love against others to get what they want, despite them being sparkless beings." he spoke feeling like he was telling this to a curious sparkling about the basic facts of life. He found it cute.
"You know, from how you're speaking about all of this, it sounds almost as if you're saving yourself for the special one." Bumblebee said with a smirk at the elder Autobot.
Before he could control it a pink blush grew onto his silver face to his embarrassment. "W-Well...Yes. I'm kind of traditional in the old ways of giving my spark and virgin body only to the one who will be my bondmate for eternity... Is that wrong...?" he looked away to hide his face better but knew it didn't help since he had taken off his mask and his hands were currently gripping the side of the laundry urn.
The car robot laughed at the sight of his older proud friend blushing so innocently despite being so world wise and amazing. "Of course not! That's sooo cute!" he cocked his helm and batted his optics comically at the other robot.
Optimus saw the sigh and burst out laughing at the inflection before going back to his work with a smile. It felt good to laugh since they didn't come very often but felt beautiful all the same.
Nearby on the second floor Megatron was taking his morning walk accompanied by a couple of large Decepticon guards around his palace to simply ease the boredom of politics and the High Priest's ranting about whatever currently annoyed him. He often found himself craving to see the large Autobot more and more lately. The Pharaoh didn't know how to describe it, the more he was ignored and glared at by the mech the more he desired to see him more friendly to him. So far intimidation and kind approaches were not working in his favor very well which made him a little crabby as he did not like to lose in the slightest and because he was used to always getting what he wanted.
Megatron groaned as he passed the into a windowed hallway overlooking the outside work chambers, red optics gazing over at the slaves working diligently from habit until they caught the sight of Optimus smiling and talking to the younger slave beside him while they both were washing clothes in large urns. It certainly wasn't uncommon for the Autobot slaves to talk to one another in secret when their overseer was distracted by something. Normally the Pharaoh would punish those who would daze off and allow this behavior to go on unchecked but found himself mesmerized by the Autobot's radiating happiness from his handsome unmasked face.
"Um, Sir? Sir!" one of his accompanying Decepticon's voice broke the spell the red and blue mech's undefensive behavior had over but didn't look away from him. 'Why don't you ever show me your pretty face, Optimus...? Primus would it kill you just to smile or just say a hello when our paths meet?' he thought annoyed before answering the guard.
"Hmmm? What is it?" the Pharaoh mumbled not breaking his stare from the mesmerizing sight for a single moment even to talk to the other.
"Why have you stopped, My Lord?" the Decepticon who addressed him earlier asked, confused by his leader's behavior.
"No reason. However I do wish to visit the slaves outside. I'll be back in a moment." he said silently wondering what way he could properly say hello and not get sternly locked out from trying once again to court the unruly semi.
"But, My Lord!" the other Decepticon guard inquired about to explain why he shouldn't visit the Autobots below.
Megatron finally broke his iron locked gaze from the Autobot slave to glare softly at him. "It will not be that long, understand? Simply continue the daily patrol without me. Now go." he growled savagely at the two.
The Decepticons quickly nodded in fear of their Lord's wrath and then left.
Turning his full attention back to the conversing Autobots. A evil smile grew on his lips exposing his fangs slightly from their corners. 'That's right, Optimus, keep talking to your little friend with that gorgeous revealed face of yours, soon that will be mine you know...'
Back outside the two Autobots were once again shushed by Barricade and ordered not to talk unless they wanted him to come down and whip them senseless. However this threat didn't last for very long as once more the Decepticon's horrible attention span caused him to get distracted by the sight of the sky. The pair laughed quietly as they were deliberately pushing the limits of their overseer by being a little loud every once and while talking.
"I didn't know you enjoyed making a little trouble for the Decepticon's day too...!" the yellow mechling laughed with a hand over his mouth to silence the sound better.
"Well, I need some type of entertainment considering the Decepticons took most of them away from the Autobots." the red and blue mech chuckled truly enjoying himself.
"Ha, Optimus, you know you should-" Bumblebee stopped in mid-sentence, blue optics widening in fear before abruptly looking to his work.
"Bumblebee? What is it?" Optimus asked gently, confounded of his young friend's behavior. Before he could ask more a deep rough toned voice barely a few feet behind him that made his oil freeze.
"So... Your name's Optimus. Ancient Cybertronian for beauty. I must say it suits you really well." Megatron mused watching the cold reaction from the Autobot, cursing himself inwardly for failing to get him to open up as the mask slipped back on without a second thought on the Autobot slave's face but his smirk still remained.
The one addressed turned to face him with an expression of uncertainty and slight irritation. "My Lord? What are doing here?" he asked as blankly as possible to annoy the other.
"I am the absolute supreme ruler of all of Cybertron. I go wherever I please. Is there any other reason I can't be here?" he spoke arrogantly crossing his arms at the question he personally found annoying. 'There is no reason I can't be here beside you, Autobot. No matter how much you despise me doing so...'
Optimus was silent for a moment before curtly replying. "No." before doing the same as his small yellow friend and going back to work so he wouldn't have to look at those disturbingly piercing rubies.
Megatron smiled as his slave was hiding himself again in more ways than one. The silver mech could see how his arms moved powerfully as they scrubbed the clothes a little harder than was necessary. His steel skin was shiny from coolant due to the labor of the chore and the heat outdoors. The silver mech couldn't help himself to look, he was like a incarnation of Primus, a very stubborn one but godly none the less. He found himself drawn to the Autobot's form but warned himself not to touch. Instead the Decepticon leaned forward and took in the smell of perfume deluded by the coolant and the other robot's natural musk. It smelled like nickel and strawberry energon...
Optimus finally couldn't take it anymore. Before he could stop the words from coming out he snapped. "Why must you look at me like I'm a prized piece of jewelry?" he spun around and shouted right at the face the Pharaoh.
There was no sound at all in the open air chamber. Both Autobots and Decepticons present in the rooms in the nearby chambers silenced their conversations at once at the outburst toward the most powerful Decepticon of them all. Different colored optics gazed fearfully from the Pharaoh to slave expecting harsh punishment.
Megatron got over his shock and simply smiled at the revolt. "I see... So you think ill of me?" he chuckled wanting to hear him answer.
Optimus thought it better not to answer as either of his answers that he had in mind could be taken badly even though they weren't necessarily insults and he was more than sure he was in enough trouble right now.
Getting no response from the Autobot he frowned and gave his own reply. "Now don't think so badly of me, Optimus. I have given you one of the most desired jobs available to the Autobot slaves."
The slave froze for a second in shock before the cold face returned with a vengeance. "So... That was you...?"
"Indeed it was, Optimus." a toothed grin rising on his face creeping the large slave out horribly.
With incredible skill crushed it and replaced with irritation. "If you expect me to grove at your pedes and bless you for this I will not." he snarled.
Megatron laughed. Primus, this Autobot didn't have any idea how magnificent he appeared so bold and fearless standing up to him so much. "I didn't expect you to. However I do still invite you to come to our celebration of the victory over the Quintessions tonight."
The red and blue mech snorted at the informal request. "What do I care about the day we won our freedom only to be bound in chains again, My Lord." Optimus hissed bitterly.
"Regardless of this, I still think you should attend..." the Pharaoh spoke seriously.
The Autobot sighed bracing himself for the answer he was sure was going to be one he didn't want to hear. "Why?" he sighed.
The Decepticon moved forward making the Autobot back off a little but the Pharaoh grabbed his chin to force him not to look away from his red optics as he spoke to him and him alone. "Why...? To please me..." he whispered huskily.
Optimus optics widened before he snarled and snapped his helm away from the grip on his chin breaking it harshly. "With all do respect, Master... Go get welded..." he growled deeply through clenched denta, venomous blue optics fierce with cold warning. Insulted by what this selfish mech would ask of him as if he didn't care about his feelings about the matter.
"Mmmmm... Sassy... I love that... Careful about using too often against me or I would fantasize about it every time I am in my personal chambers..." he laughed darkly licking his lips, enjoying the disgusted reaction from the slave turning away in a huff from him. With a swirl of his regal purple cape he turned and left to go back inside feeling satisfied for at least getting a reaction from the Autobot instead of being stonewalled as he usually did.
A screechy voice all but destroyed his happy haze. "Chummy with the slaves, My Lord? I never would have thought." Starscream smiled wickedly while leaning against the gold walls of Kaon palace.
The larger Decepticon narrowed his crimson optics in upcoming threat. "Don't irrate me by assuming such disgusting nonsense to soon spread among with the other Decepticons as untrue rumors." he spat.
Not believing him he continued to poke the tender area he found just to see how bad he could make his Lord crack under the pressure. "Oh? You seem interested in the big one over there. Opt-something or other. Doesn't really matter he just a slave, besides what would your Royal Decepticons say about such disgrace, hmm?" he mocked.
Megatron growled deeply, strangely angered by having the slave's identification knowingly forgotten in spite but overcame it. The High Priest was just an aft seeking to ruin his good mood. Besides if he answered it would just confirm what the seeker was trying to get him to admit. "Get back to work, Starscream..." he growled before shoving the slender Decepticon out his way and went inside.
Starscream merely stood back up, dusting off the rust of the ground and giggled to himself. "Hide it if you want, but you'll slip up and disgrace yourself... I won't have to lift a single servo to do it! I just have to wait and watch it play out..." he purred, optics glowing sinisterly.
Ratchet threw his helm back and gave a laugh at the news Optimus just told the old medic at the end of his shift and came into the slave chambers.
Poor Bumblebee hadn't said a single word during the last few hours, he was still spooked about being that close to his master and was almost caught doing something he shouldn't have but was luckily spared from getting attacked because the Pharaoh's attention was focused somewhere else. The yellow mechling decided to go recharge early to rid himself of the scare.
The semi robot however was still fuming at what Megatron had requested to him right out of the blue for no reason than to amuse him. "I can not believe the sheer arrogance of that mech! Asking me, an Autobot, to go to party meant for Decepticons! Has he blown a few circuits?" he yelled having it echo throughout the chambers quite clearly.
The old mech's laughter soon died down and then he spoke more clearly. "Well, you should go just this once simply obey him and go anyway."
Very confused the larger Autobot quickly asked why. "What? Why should I?"
"Oh, you didn't know? Here at Kaon palace it's a such a big celebration the high class Decepticons don't even bother to harass us too much, they're usually too drunk to bother." the red and white drank a little mid grade from a cube he brought with him from upstairs. "I know it might be the aft's wish for you attend but one would be a fool not to take this chance of some freedom." he gruffly added looking at the younger slave.
Optimus was silent for a moment and then thought about it. This was a huge celebration, there would more than likely going to be hundreds if not thousands of drunken Decepticons present there. He probably would not know he was there. "Fine. But I will not do it to honor that monster's request. I'm going for myself alone." the red and blue mech mumbled before crawling into his berth for a little nap like so many others were starting to do as well.
Ratchet grinned proud at him before taking another sip of his energon. "Good for you, kid." he chuckled.
The night came sooner than Optimus would have liked it to, however before he could prepare already there was lots of Autobot and Decepticon movement on the first floor. Mechs and mechs that the Autobot didn't believe ever had the need to leave their expensive villas with the amount of slaves and servants that followed dutifully behind their masters came into the palace's huge front doors. The Autobots' expression was not the normal beaten and worn down ones but of more of excitement and anxiousness, most likely knowing that tonight was a night of more freedom than usual.
The large Autobot leaned back against the walls of the first floor, wondering again if really should go. This, next going into heat, was as close as possible to having a day off. The truck sighed as he watched a pair of giggling Autobot mechling slaves walk into the great hall then sighed and thought it would be best than to waste the opportunity and moved to follow them inside.
Because the great hall was always closed to Autobots it was the first time the slave had ever been in here and was probably the last. It was covered in purple silk and solid gold like everywhere else above the slave quarters, but the chamber was huge with three long dining tables filled with high grade energon cubes and hardened energon food. However Optimus was already used to seeing all of the gold and purple linen decorating everything in the palace, honestly did not care about the fabulous wealth. Being born into the chains of slavery and denied any basic riches and luxury made him immune to feeling anything at the profuseness of the chamber and merely moved through the big group to the wall to sit and watch the rest talk amongst themselves.
He watched the Autobot slaves move away from their masters to be with their fellow mechs along the walls, a lot like he was currently doing. The Decepticons didn't even notice what they were doing as they probably too busy with the other high level robots.
The Four Generals were there drinking the high energon like the giant musclebound brutes they were, their lower officers doing just the same as their commanders.
The Priests were not drinking any due to staying to their code of being "pure", even Starscream but he was too busy screeching at his brethren for teasing him over something the red and blue mech couldn't be bothered to care about.
The Noblemechs and Court Officials were flirting and harassing any cute mechs they could find, Decepticon or Autobot, it didn't really matter after a few cubes of high grade.
Optimus even saw members of the Royal Decepticons being admired by the amount of their wealth that they showed off by wearing most of it. The Autobot snorted at the sight. The snobby mechs didn't even know that they simply were pawns of their own greed.
The Pharaoh was even here, far from the commotion looking slightly bored. Optimus stubbornly turned his optics from him to look at the floor instead. There had never been a Decepticon that bothered him so much in life. He always acted so pleasant and darkly sweet it disturbed him how easily it disarmed his spark with calm serenity. He growled wanting the night to be done with as soon as possible so he wouldn't have to deal the silver mech anymore.
Megatron stood on the pedestal at the back of the large chamber. His ruby optics scanning for any signs of a particular slave amongst the crowd of Decepticons and Autobots. He questioned why he even bothered searching, the truck robot likely stayed in the slave quarters for the night just to spite him. That would not be surprising in the least. However... The Pharaoh felt his spark hopefully clench at the thought that maybe, just maybe he would just for sake of the slight freedom of the celebration's rules.
Just when the silver mech was about to give up looking out of the corner of his optic he saw a faint glimpse of familiar brilliant red and blue metal and turned his helm immediately in that direction. Optimus was sitting alone but did not look lonely, not by body language but his optics did. A smile spread on his lips seeing some sign the robot was not too proud to show a little weakness.
Walking down the steps of the pedestal he moved over to where the Autobot was sitting, the crowd naturally moving out of their leader's path without even a second thought. "Well, Autobot. Seems you took to my request and came after all." Megatron spoke looking down at Optimus sitting on the floor his large ringed claws on his black hip struts.
The red and blue mech looked up in surprise when he was spoken to then frowned when he saw who it was. 'Oh, that's lovely... So much for staying away from him...' he thought but did not say a word as he turned his helm away moodily.
The huge Decepticon watched with interest as to why he was still behaving so stubbornly toward his abet forced but genuine kindness. "Now don't be like that, I did simply request that you come here I did not order to like the other Autobots."
"That's nice, but shouldn't you be fonding over your spoiled Royal Decepticon Family?" he snipped nastily over his shoulder.
Megatron frowned a little but let the mean comment slide as he was still strangely pleased to see he see that the slave did indeed come here so the harsh words just bounced off. "No, they were not entertaining enough to keep my attention for long. They were thrined to me for political factors, they are not related to me in any form, spark or body. I have no real interest in them relationship wise."
"Good for you. Now, could I please be left alone." the large Autobot said coldly, curling tighter around himself. 'Just go away you weird monster...' he pleaded in his helm for him to do.
The silver mech felt a pang of pity for his desire to be left alone. He didn't deserve to be left out and abandoned. "And leave you to sit and wallow in your self-loathing of simply being here when it is not as bad as it seems, no." the Pharaoh lent a hand down to the slave but Optimus simply ignored it so he reached and gently but firmly grabbed his arm and effortlessly lifted the surprised Autobot to his pedes tugging him toward the crowd.
"W-Wait!" the red and blue mech struggled against his master but did not fight all too much or he could make the slightly larger Decepticon angry.
However the gun ignored the struggling slave he was tugging into the crowd. The slave tensed hard being surrounded by Decepticons and it made the slightly larger mech loosen his grip on the semi's arm into a more comforting one. "Relax. See, everyone likes you just fine."
Optimus felt scrutinized under the Decepticons' gaze that soon turned to him interested in what their leader was doing with an Autobot and glared at the Pharaoh, ripping his arm from his grip, expecting a rebuttal from his master from doing so but weirdly nothing happened.
"Hey, My Lord where's the enterainment? This party is lacking some something awful. We crave some good entertainment! I hope you brought your best slave for the job." a huge General Decepticon's voice thundered nearby making the truck robot jump at the volume of the tone.
"Oh that's not necessary anymore, General Brawn... because he's right here." Starscream spoke beside the much larger drunken Decepticon before dutifully heading over to the silver mech's side with a nasty smile on his face. The silver mech gave the seeker a sideways glower at him but soon ignored him altogether.
"Ohh, so he is the one, huh...? Bigger than the usual, My Lord?" another of the Generals said looking down at the Autobot below him. The mech was massive and was making the red and blue robot feel unbelievably small and open for attack by the behemoth.
"Yes, he is but I prefer the bigger ones." Megatron smiled gently at Optimus which he glared back at him. Honestly wishing that wasn't the only thing that the Autobot was capable of showing to him as he pulled up a chair from one of the long dining tables and sat down.
"Hmmm... Well then, let's have our entertainment with a sexy little dance, beautiful..." Brawl purred but it still sounded like a growl because of his powerful voice.
"Yeah dance for us!" the Decepticon soldiers who had heard everything chanted over and over around the Autobot.
"I'm sorry but apparently my army wants you to dance for us Optimus... I highly doubt you want to disappoint my Generals..." Megatron purred leaning on the hand of his bend arm in an amused expression.
"You must be kidding." the red and blue mech spoke exasperated. This night couldn't get anymore dreadful for him.
"You wish Autobot!" one of the other Generals that hadn't spoken yet boomed before breaking into laughter that the other Generals and their lower ranking officers soon joined in with him.
"Optimus. I suggest you do as they command. I don't want you to get beaten for it. Such ugly wounds on my slaves is not really liked." Megatron spoke with surprisingly soft care but it bothered the slave more than being meanly spoken to which he had not really had toward him as of yet for reasons unknown.
Optimus rose to his full height and stood proudly, his optics shining bright with pure rebellion and pride. They stirred Megatron's spark in attraction when locked with his own. "Very well then." his already deep voice dipping slightly deeper in annoyance.
"Then dance... Now, little Autobot slave..." one of the Decepticon Generals growled dangerously.
The Pharaoh, holding the untamed craving for the gorgeous Autobot to dance back, his fingers tightening on the chair's arms to help control the tide of desire better. "Do as he commands, Optimus. I order it so." he hissed.
Optimus bowed stiffly and slowly, not once breaking the look of defiance he held in his sharp gaze not knowing how beautiful it really made him look to the Pharaoh.
The truck robot felt the numerous ruby optics of the other high ranking Decepticons all upon him, interested in what was causing all of the commotion, it almost made his steel almost crawl. However he already knew that he must entertain his superiors or be punished. He did feel slightly better when he saw Jazz and a few of the musicians nearby in on several somewhat fluffy pillows. The Autobot servant gave him a wink from underneath his visor as he strummed a lyre in his hands.
Optimus sighed then allowed his processors to sink into the flow of the music and drown out the dread in his circuits. He let his body flow loosely, stretching out his arms and legs widely as he moved in tune with the melody. "I was born a gentle inferno... Passionate and untamed..." he sang mostly to himself not to an audience of watching Decepticons.
Megatron didn't know the large Autobot could sing but was delighted none the less discovering this. It was such a deep baritone that was practically was made to inflame the spark. He silently growled as he continued to watch the sight of the slave's frame smooth movements and listen to that Primus gifted voice.
The red and blue mech jumped upon one of the tables nearby crouching down slowly lowering himself onto the smooth surface to lay on his front. "A liquid pool of molten metal... Melting your spark..." he continued rolling over onto his back plates flexing his waist, slightly grinding his aft on it, as some of the Decepticons hooted and whistled.
In a quick movement that temporarily surprised the high level mechs, Optimus yanked off a rich lightly transparent violet piece of cloth from the table spread to drape about his shoulders while still being held in his hands. The Decepticons howled in delight at the show.
The color of the sheet clashed exotically with his armor like a professional dancers clothes would, which made the Pharaoh believe the Autobot must have had some experience in exotic dancing at some point in his life. He felt steel under his claws buckle badly as wild lust began to gnaw him badly from the inside, craving nothing more than grab those swaying hips and drive into them until he was satisfied but if he did that the slave would never let him get near him ever again and that he could not bear.
"One must be careful when playing with the flames... They can get burned by their desires..." he sang as he hid his body behind the cloth letting only his curved powerful silhouette through the thin sheet be seen and his glowing optics be seen above it, teasing his audience.
Optimus' optics traveled around at all of the different rubies looking back at him with definite arousal and craving until they saw Megatron sitting very tensely, obviously having an intense inner battle. The Autobot felt a twisted sort of satisfaction for getting revenge for him making feel so uncomfortable all this time and a smile grew underneath his mask. "Still doesn't stop one from touching... A pretty forbidden flame..." the truck purred as he continually sang.
The slave walked across the table with a majestic stride over toward his master who tensed up realizing it him who was in his sights. The Autobot then in a fast display of elegant acrobatics spun around into the air to land directly in front the silver mech who jumped faintly in surprise. The red and blue mech slid forward to sit right on the Pharaoh's clothed lap.
Megatron barely suppressed a gasp that came out when Optimus' hips landed right on top of his own barely getting the time to notice the other's masked face just inches from his own, sinful blue fingers trailing across the large oriental gold usekh collar and playing with Decepticon symbol on the pectoral in the middle. "I bet you want to touch the live fire of beauty... Do you want to get burned for your desire...?" he sang quietly into the Pharaoh's audio making him shudder in sheer desire. He brushed his mask across his lips in a false kiss, hearing the Pharaoh's tight air circulating hotly before leaping gracefully backwards off his master's heated lap, flipping to land casually on his feet stretching his arms out dropping the sheet from his hands giving the large Decepticon a chance to let out his tension in heavy deep pants. "I didn't think so..."
Howls of excitement pieced the Autobots audios at the end of his performance that made him wince at the sudden loud noise but recovered and crossed his arms now glad that it was over.
"Now that was hot!" howled one of the Generals in great approval holding up his high grade cube.
Another General nodded beside him. "Oh frag, yeah. I don't know about you mechs but I want the dirty uncensored version in my chamber..." he growled evilly reaching a claw out toward the slave's intimate places.
Megatron was about to snarl that he would do no such thing or be put to death but what happened next destroyed that idea.
Optimus gasped at the touch to his aft armor nearly being torn off. "How dare you touch me with such foul intentions!" the Autobot yelled swinging his arm around with the sound of metal ringing throughout the great hall from a swift blue steel hand connecting to the General's face.
The Decepticons gasped at the audacity at what the slave had just done. The mechs gazed scared at their Pharaoh, expecting him to raise off his seat and demand for the slave to suffer for his insolence. But the sound they had heard was not enraged shouting but incredibly amused laughter.
The Autobot did not find being touched in such a manner akin to a pleasure slave at all humorous as the Decepticon leader did and glowered at him fully and truly angrily. "Now... Are they now entertained now, My Lord?" Optimus growled lowly, entirely unafraid of showing his anger toward him with a watching crowd.
"Indeed I believe so." Megatron chuckled, a large smirk of amusement present but hiding deep level of lust.
"Then good day to you, Master! I will take my leave now." the Autobot slave sneered. He had put up with this circus of fools long enough. It was enough he had actually allowed himself to come to this ridiculous celebration because of that Decepticon but to be use as sexual entertainment and almost getting attacked by an aroused General was simply unacceptable.
Megatron's smirk widened as the sight of the sight of Optimus leaving without so much a second thought toward politely asking permission to leave his presence. That was another punishable offense but the Pharaoh was enjoying himself enough to let it slide. "Saucy beast... I swear one day I will tame you..." the Pharaoh said to none in particular.
Starscream's high pitched voice shattered his thoughts. "Sir! Shall I prepare Decepticon punishers with the whips?" the smaller Decepticon spoke quickly, truly hoping that he would. He despised the lust his Lord displayed toward a filthy Autobot. It was so disgusting... he just wished the gun robot would just rip him apart with an energon whip.
"No. I was asked for my best slave's entertainment and that is indeed what has been acquired, maybe more so than originally craved for. However, I find his punishment unnecessary." the large Decepticon spoke sternly slowly losing his grip on the urge to relieve his urgent sexual cravings. He had to get to his chambers very soon.
The High Priest opened his mouth to continue his calls for punishment but silenced himself before he could make another word when a single raised hand was placed in front of his face by Megatron. "That's quite enough, Starscream. Do not fuss over ever little thing like a sparkling. I must return to quarters now, so you can either stay here or leave." he growled seriously, not being able to keep a controlled facade up forever and he refused to crack in front of the despicable seeker. The Pharaoh then stood up from his chair, cape unfurling to extend gracefully around him as he walked down the halls to the elevator that would take him to his personal chambers.
Starscream glowered after him. "Well, fine My Lord, leave yet another Autobot unpunished as he rightfully should... However unlike you I don't have a problem with punishing slaves for their insolence... Especially the ones that you fancy..." he spoke with a nasty grin walking out of the great hall down the same path that the large Autobot slave passed through not too long ago.
Megatron dismissed the Decepticon elite guards posted outside the magnificent golden doors as soon as he had left the elevator. They nodded knowing that their leader wanted to have alone time and left him alone and the second the Pharaoh was completely alone he allowed his mind to release all of its suppressed mental pictures which completely flooded it with rushed, slightly blurry images. He really didn't know why his thoughts were so frantically focused on that Autobot slave, Optimus, when it came seeing him lately and was slowly getting worse over time.
The Decepticon almost broke when those smooth warm white hips landed on his lap and whisper soft iniquitous words into his audios. Pure sexual torture. And it was slightly scary how much power the mech secretly had over him. One little dance and the silver mech's armor felt like it was going to melt. 'Damn... This will a difficult one to control...' he growled to himself as quickly walked down the corridor to his personal chamber wanting relief from his burning heat as soon as possible.
Megatron slammed open the great golden doors open with his powerful black hands with no effort, startling the pleasure slaves who were talking to each other on his huge berth. "M-My Lord...? Is something wrong...?" one asked meekly, sensing the pure lust coming his master in droves.
The Pharaoh growled as his lust raged in his internals, even slightly shaking if one looked hard enough. He placed a hand on his face and forced himself to breathe in the chill air to cool down his workings as best as he could but that was very hard. "I am fine... but I need relief... Quickly!" he half-roared holding himself back with all of his might as the thoughts of Optimus' thick teasing voice echoed in mind over and over. It didn't help his arousal in the very least but he kept a firm control.
The Autobots jumped a little at the aggravated order but obeyed and rushed over to their master's side. They gently lead him over to his huge berth and pushed the much larger Decepticon on the soft sheets, to rest back on the many pillows on it. Pushing aside their master's pure gold spun loincloth and pulling off the black codpiece underneath to reveal a ebony spike already leaking steady rivers of pure white transfluid.
The gun robot hissed and slid his optics closed. The pleasure slaves wasted no time in pleasing their master as hot glossas coated with slick saliva ran over the tip and down the thick cord's shaft to around the base.
The Deception breathed a heavy sigh of alleviation. This helped quite a bit with his hot desire but then again he wanted complete satisfaction from the wild lust that stemmed from the provocative imagery of the beautiful red and blue Autobot slave plush and full silver lips flashing promptly through his CPU, singing to him of how he would love to please him.
He cried out when one of the slimy glossas dipped into the spike casing's lips and teased the cord's very root. "Oh... Yessss... Yes...!" he panted roughly seeing in his mind a smile from Optimus who licked his lips in satisfaction then teased him by moving away from with a playful mean smile. It was too much to stand. "Do... Do it now, Autobots! I can't wait any longer!" Megatron snarled quickly moving to sit up and get the release himself if he had to.
The Autobots stopped their menstrations at the Pharaoh's new rougher behavior. Terrified at their master's sudden aggressive movements one of the newer pleasure slaves squeaked and put his hand on his chest to coax him to lay back down. "P-Please, sire! You must lay down and allow us to service you or will you injure another one of us!"
The Decepticon growled at the request but knew it was indeed true. One again he cursed at the frailty of the Autobots that had been picked for his pleasure slaves. This was common for the silver mech to crave rough sex and to not have this was incredibly frustrating. He made a mental note to himself that he would defiantly get stronger mechs to please him after he had Optimus to do so after taming him because this could not continue.
He took deep breaths of cool air to aid his heated systems in cooling as well as calm the torrent of wanton arousal. "Then... ride... me..." he hissed through his sharp fangs that gleamed in the light of his personal chambers' lanterns.
The pleasure slaves looked around at each other and didn't know what they should do. To give their master what he wished for would undoubtably end with one of them getting injured but if they disobeyed they would punished and get hurt anyway. One of the older pleasure slaves with white and blue armor sighed and moved himself over Megatron's interface with a look of defeat. "Very well... My Lord... I volunteer to service you by your request..." he spoke knowing this was going to hurt a bit but still gripped the large rod in his hand and gently guided it to his port, inhaling sharply as the tip sank inside.
The Pharaoh's face slipped into one of pure ecstasy. "Uhhhhh... Yes..." he purred delighted, rolling his helm to the side on the pillows, feeling a wet, tight port slip down slowly and claim every square inch of his pulsing metal, gripping his claws on the sheets of his berth to prevent the powerful desire to thrust into the warm heat.
The pleasure slave grunted as he lifted himself off the massive spike of the larger Decepticon and slid back down upon it. It did not take long for a rock-steady rhythm to develop and cries of pure lust to be heard. The other Autobots allowed this one slave to do all of the work as that was what he had agreed upon.
Megatron growled feeling that glorious edge he desperately wanted slowly draw closer and with it his intense focus on his restrainment diminishing. "Yes... So close... faster... Autobot, faster...!" he snarled as highly anticipated orgasm came closer and closer as the sight of Optimus in his mind became one of him riding his master's spike with gusto and throwing his helm back in ecstasy.
Obeying completely the slave rode on the cable harder and harder panting and whimpering as it was evident overload was coming for him as well. Thick trails of the gun robot's transfluid were beginning to spill out of the Autobot's nearly overfull value to drip down his legs onto the berth sheets below.
"Op... ti... mus..." Megatron mumbled out to himself before he could stop himself as overload took him and caused his hushed voice to explode into a roar. Failing to control his actions any longer because of incredible bliss he suddenly gripped the slave's hips and dug his sharp claws in, raking them along the smooth thighs breaking the steel skin and causing oil to bleed out of the wounds. He thrust wildly through his overload at the moment not caring he was now harming his smaller partner in the process as his natural high made logical thinking impossible.
When the Pharaoh finally snapped out of the daze when his overload's aftermath bled away from him, he heard the Autobot he was still inside of shriek in pain at the damage to his legs and snapped his helm in its direction to see the. 'Yet another is injured by my interfacing... I barely let completely loose... So weak...' he growled inwardly as he removed himself from the pleasure slave in pain.
The Decepticon sighed closing his optics and placing a large hand over his face as he allowed his pleasure slaves to take yet another unfortunate wounded to their medic downstairs with a wave of his other hand. He couldn't have anymore of these weak mechs servicing him with their lithe delicate frames, this was the proof. He was a powerful full grown mech that desired complete full-bore interfacing without fear of harming his partner too badly because their metal could take all of it with ease.
The form of Optimus appeared once again in his processors. This time it wasn't wild or lust driven, it was simply him, and it made him think. 'Would Optimus be a good pleasure slave? No he most likely would not be, he would tear me apart if I even tried regardless of the fact my Decepticons would put him to death afterwards.' Megatron let a smile spread on his face. The Autobot was very brave to constantly snark at him and ignore the grave consequences of doing so. One of the many things the Pharaoh found so utterly attractive about the slave.
However, the red and blue mech was too proud and withdrawn to ever let himself be taken by his master, no matter who it was... but what about one that he took fondness to? He thought harder. 'Yes, a mech he would admire and respect enough to trust and care for deeply... One entirely that would make the Autobot willing submit to him...' he chuckled laying down fully, puling the smooth thin sheets over his cooling metal body.
'It will not be easy, it will not be rapid process but with enough time and trust he will be mine and quite willingly... Yes... It will be so...' he smiled to himself as recharge took his remaining thought away.
Optimus downstairs on the first floor was still quite angered at the little show he had been forced to put on earlier for the Decepticon Generals and their officers. He never wanted to go through that ever again, he'd rather be struck down by Primus, but he still just wanted for this day to be over and done with so life would go back to the way it used to be and would forget all of this. Rounding a corner he nearly came to elevator to the downstairs slave quarters when a chilling high voice came behind making stop in his tracks. "You! Autobot!" the slave heard behind himself.
He turned with a glare, seeing Starscream standing there body posture was one that would when one was looking for a fight. He really was not wanting to deal with High Priest. However despite his better judgement that screamed at him to not answer and just leave he replied. "What?"
"I knew you had rebellious spark inside of you slime, but to raise a hand toward Decepticon, your everlasting betters... I thought you were smarter than that!" he laughed harshly.
The semi's blue optics narrowed finely and deepened his glower. "If you are expecting me to regret what I have done tonight I will not. I also will not apologize for what I had done even if you threaten me to do so. I will except the punishment for it proudly." the Autobot spoke valiantly as he rose to his full height easily towering over the Decepticon with no effort.
For a split second Starscream was intimidated but it passed as quickly as it had come. "Fine, if you aren't afraid of the consequences then I will deal your punishment for you..." he smirked wickedly as he pulled out a energon whip with three spearheaded tails but it slowly lowered when the larger slave had no reaction.
Optimus didn't even flinch which infuriated the High Priest. Autobots trembled in terror at the mere thought of being punished by him, even some Decepticons were unnerved by his temper but this robot... This one mech dared to stubbornly refused to break beneath him. "Face the wall, slave..." he pointed ominously behind the red and blue mech's back.
The larger mech once more did not show any fear but did as he was told, steeling his nerves for the pain to come. 'Only a few lashes from this slagtard of a Decepticon and this night will be over at last...'
The seeker dug his sharp claws in the shoulder plates of the slave. "Beg for mercy, Autobot..." the High Priest hissed in the Autobot slave's audio cruelly.
The truck robot merely opened his azure optics and looked over his shoulder to look at the seeker behind him. "No." he said bluntly.
An evil fanged grin appeared on the Decepticon's face, optics blazing a savage red. "Fine. Let's see how long that defiance will last. " he pushed back and brought the whip back to fling it forward with a crack against Optimus' back tearing open the steel skin with a sickening tear sound. Oil splattered on the High Priest's face which held demented excitement upon it.
The Autobot held in the shout that wanted to come out in his throat. The first lash was always the hardest due to the breaking of the armor. 'It would be over soon, Optimus...' he told himself over and over again as more lashes marred his metal.
Seeing the slave was still resisting the seeker's violent attacks gallantly enraged him even further. Why wouldn't this damn Autobot slime scream in pain and plead for mercy that of course wouldn't be given any. Starscream snarled and snapped at oil splattered back harder.
Again the truck held in his cries of agony even though he was beginning to black out from the lack of black mech blood in his cables and wires that was pooling down onto the floor in streams and drops.
"Scream!" the Decepticon screeched angrily bringing down the energon whip upon him once again.
"No..." Optimus managing to squeeze out despite his throat becoming sore from the withdrawn yells of agony that he still did not release.
"Scream, damn you!" swinging down the whip as hard as he could enjoying the oil covered splintering shards of red steel rain on the ground.
The Autobot choked at the incredible rush of pain and screwed his optics tightly shut to not allowed the welling tears to escape them. "N-No...!" he voice starting to die off and become softer.
Starscream roared in frustration grabbing the slave and spinning him around to face him. Just when the energon whip threatened a blow to his front which would have been fatal if the resulting gash was completely followed through if a hand didn't swiftly cut him off from doing so by grabbing his arm.
"What in Primus' mighty name do you think you are doing?" a yellow Autobot mechling servant yelled at the seeker he was holding back.
"How dare you touch me slime!" the High Priest screeched loudly at the yellow Autobot gripping his limb trying to remove the hand like it was a deadly poison.
"That's enough! Do want to be exiled for eternity for attacking the favorite of the Pharaoh's slaves without his permission?" another Autobot mechling servant but with red armor asked critically putting himself between the white and light blue mech, protecting the truck with his body.
The slender mech froze realizing it was one deal to annoy the tyrant but it was another matter entirely to truly infuriate the mighty silver mech. The Decepticon lowered his energon whip slowly allowing the two servants to turn their attention toward the beaten red and blue robot.
Optimus fell to his knee joints, feeling faint as emergency recharge was calling to him but fought against it. He felt two pairs of smaller but surprisingly strong hands pulled him to his feet by his arms and lead him someplace he couldn't really tell as his sight was blurry but when he felt feeling of weightlessness that was caused by the elevator he knew was being brought downstairs.
The Autobots rushed over to the medical slave chamber, startling the old medic servant who was cleaning medical equipment. "What the frag is wrong with-" he cut off seeing the bleeding red and blue mech. "What happened to you?" he yelled worry in his tone.
"...Starscream..." Optimus spoke as best he could aggravated as he was set down on the old operating table softly by the two mechlings. "Thank you... Who are you...?" the large Autobot groaned as he felt Ratchet's poking and prodding icy touch to his burning injuries.
"I'm Sideswipe and this is my twin brother, Sunstreaker." the red Autobot said first gesturing to himself and then to the yellow Autobot beside him.
"And we already know who you are, Optimus. His Lordship's 'favorite'." Sunstreaker said referring to the incident earlier at the party a few hours ago.
There was that word again, 'favorite'. He wasn't a favorite... was he? Sure he got a bit of attention from the Decepticons for being very handsome and having a lot of fight in him but nothing enough to be labeled anything like that before. "If I'm his so called 'favorite'... Then tell me... Why doesn't the Pharaoh like others attacking his 'favorite' slaves...? Why...?"
"Primus if I don't know. But I guess that is kinda a good thing because in a twisted way it shows he cares I guess." Sideswipe shrugged at the unusual question.
Optimus' optic ridges rose. He cared? No. He just didn't wish for his pretty little toys to be damaged he reminded himself. "...Right... and I'm the son of Primus..." he grumbled resentfully going quiet to allow the slave doctor to work on him better in peace.
Silence existed until the yellow twin broke the uncomfortable tension and spoke. "Will you be alright?" Sunstreaker asked rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Yes... Thankfully you two stepped in and stopped it before it escalated into a fatality wound... So once more, I thank you..." the large Autobot rasped as he weakly smiled at the lamborghini robots.
The pair both smiled back and waved good bye before leaving up the elevator as Ratchet welded the slashed shut with a welding torch causing Optimus to grit his denta and hiss in pain. "Easy now, kid... It's almost over..." the old mech servant whispered.
"There we go... You know are quite luckily still being so youthful, Optimus. Most older mechs would take weeks to recover from those wounds, but you, I'd say less than three days." he said helping the larger Autobot to his feet to the berths.
"Thanks, Ratchet..." the slave grumbled glad all of this madness was done. There was only so much he could take in day. He let himself be laid down onto the old berth as gently as possible as to not reopen his wounds.
Ratchet simply snorted at the gratitude. "Oh, don't thank me kid. Just get some recharge and sweep this under the tiles. You'll be just fine." he waved him off to go to an open berth to go to recharge as well.
Optimus let an exhausted but amused grin come on his face and carefully turned to his side. He was so tired that the only and last thing that his tired and worn processors could comprehend before going to sleep was. 'I hate this night...'
A/N: Well, peoples this was a monster to write again but I will continue to write this story whenever I'm not booked solid with collage. Remember reviews make me happy and make me write more! Buh-bye!