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Beautiful Tragedy
Chapter 4: Chains of Freedom and Truth
As the light of day climbed up into the skies over a partially battered Cybertron, beaming golden cerise rays over the metal planet giving the everyday farce of still having a sun when in actuality the mighty star had burned out many, many centuries ago. It was only with the aid of a solar network lining the world did Cybertron still have a source of light to sustain its inhabitants.
The light of early morning radiated over Kaon Palace, peaking through the smallest openings. A soft stream of the growing light outside slipped through the line in the violet curtains onto Optimus' face, awakening the large Autobot slave from his calm recharge. A quick automatic check at his chrono said that this was much earlier than he usually started up. Most likely for the reason there was no loud commoving alarm from the quiet Vizer and his noisy children to startle him awake but also for the fact he simply couldn't get a certain damn mech out of his mind.
The truck robot stood up from his place on the soft carpet slowly and stretched out his stiff muscle cables. He was mildly annoyed that sleeping on this munificent carpet was a far better place for recharge than all the berths he had in his life combined. However, that was not the source of his immediate vexation. It was the dreams he was beginning to have of the Pharaoh himself.
Optimus strongly disliked the thoughts of his master popping up in his dreams all night. It was... uncomfortable... As well as being so hard to merely wave off and forget about. In his dreams the red and blue mech was often gazed at by him with his fragging powerful crimson optics in majestic silence... He didn't say a single word as he moved forward and embraced him tenderly with his strong silver arms... Then the Decepticon bent down to his finned audios and whispered something the Autobot could neither hear nor understand but it made him gasp in pure arousal, a name he couldn't remember back to his master, swooning in his grip like he had been transformed into energon jelly... The Pharaoh would chuckle before leaning forward towards his face... And then... he woke up.
The slave knew sometimes in dreams it could mean something that could happen like a vision of what was to come. However, they could also be a sign of an upcoming decent into madness. If the Autobot would have to chose one option for a logical explanation for his nighttime images, he would definitely chose the latter. It would make much more sense to believe he was going crazy considering everything he had suffered in his life. But on the other hand... Even if he was a Decepticon, the Pharaoh even, he was rather handsome and regal... charming if not blunt and slightly arrogant... as well as having those Primus damned expressive scarlet optics...
The large Autobot shoved the obnoxious thoughts away viscously before they settled in and grew. 'I am not going to think about the bastard that way! He has yet to prove to me he has right to be thought of like that...' he growled internally while walking over to one of the large crushed jade windows, pushing aside the purple curtains to look outside. He quickly closed his optics and shielded his face with his hand when bright sunlight beamed through, hitting his slowly onlining visual sensor systems full on. After blinking his optics shutters and rubbing his optics a few minutes, the red and blue mech looked back outside.
It was well into the morning so there was a lot of movement from what the truck could see down below. Mostly Autobots doing their daily jobs in the outdoor work chambers but there was some Decepticon nobles and soldiers wandering around. An odd thought suddenly struck him. Wasn't he supposed to be at work right now? If so why wasn't he woken up for it then? The Autobot frowned thinking, feeling a chill run down his spinal column then frisson through his energon oil.
That would only mean that he was truly chosen to be at his master's side as one of his personal slaves. He had been praying that was just a dream of his but it sadly was not now that he was awake. Now he had to do whatever the silver mech may desire from him in that twisted perverted CPU of his. He may be ordered to cook, clean, dance, sing, or fight for his entertainment and amusement as well as... interface if he so chose.
Optimus gripped the curtains roughly and concentrated on the sights outside instead to destroy the awful thoughts. There was no reason to think such thoughts at the moment as he currently alone, even if it was only temporary. His sapphire optics gazed around the rusty ground below before looking up and catching a rare sight of a pair of mechadoves elegantly flying twining around each other in a primitive mating dance. The larger and dominate of the pair, its steel colored a innate grey and black, was rubbing his beak and soft tin body against his more colorful and vibrant red and blue mate while he in turn cooed and kneaded the other back lovingly.
The sight made a pang of covetous feelings spring to life in his spark. How he wanted to have a mate like that. So caring and sweet... Giving unending and unconditional love without ever having to ask for it... How he also wished he could fly away with his chosen to copulate together, forever, free.
A small smile unconsciously found its way to his dermas at the thought of running away with his true love, like the ending to a popular sparkling tale but then it soon left when the two delicate winged animechs soon flew away, over the horizon and out of his sight. A melancholy sigh managed to slip out of his vocals without him even realizing it.
In the rooms nearby, one of the large decorated golden double doors to the Pharaoh's personal chambers silently opened and its owner Megatron stepped out stretching his waking silver armor. It was a good night despite it first ending on a sour note from Optimus harshly rejecting his attempts to get closer to him. Though to be fair he did just rely on something he believed would get the slave's attention rather than just asking what it is he really wanted resulting in yesterday's small disagreement.
But still it did not matter. One tiny failure would not deter him from his goal of courting the lovely Autobot into his arms. He would not give up on trying to break through his pointless defenses. Never.
The large Decepticon walked into the main sitting room yawning slightly, clearing out the dust buildup in his air intakes, while rubbing his carmine optics that were slowly onlining, to see the slave that has been plaguing his thoughts and his dreams was already wide-awake and looking out a large window nearby with a deep look of longing on his face. His features were illuminated by the golden light of early morning, giving his frame an angelic shine. The gun mech halted all of his movements to watch the large slave's every revealed feature if this might the only chance he could see it.
Never in all his long life could the gun robot ever remember seeing such a masterpiece of a mech, whether Autobot or Decepticon. Primus himself must have crafted the red and blue mech himself. A youthful, inexperienced, somewhat naive yet very wise, emotionally and physically hurt demeanor that reflected onto his face and through his glistening cerulean jewels for optics. Strong thick forearms, shoulders and lower legs from working while having a shapely large chest and hips and slender waist, arms and thighs. All of this concerted together with lovely natural bright red, blue and white colors the Autobot breed had always been known for. In spite of his armor being to some degree a little worn, dusty and scarred looking, his steel still shown proudly.
The silver mech knew the truck robot would never show such emotions, much less get a little physical with him to a brass all-knowing attitude so long as he arrogantly pushed things his way. Yesterday's little snit was more than enough proof of that. Then a thought occurred to him. Maybe he should go about this differently. Instead of trying to shove things he believed he would love he would let the other mech tell him what he wanted for a meager favor in return to satisfy his desire towards him.
Anything to continue to see this beautiful and serene face before him and never again show any resentment or disgust towards him. Making up his mind as to what to do today, Megatron thickly swallowed an uncomfortable lump of saliva that had developed in his neck tubing from the sight then cleared his throat tube roughly.
Optimus jumped from his trance and looked over to the large Decepticon standing nearby, giving a blank stare at him while sliding his mask into place before turning back to look outside. 'Please... Just give me a few moments of this delightful little fantasy I currently have... before you destroy it...' he thought bitterly, leaning the side of his now masked face against the window pane gently.
The Pharaoh felt a stab of pain in his spark when he was given a lacuna look at him. For some reason complete lack emotion was almost as bad as seeing a icy glare. Regardless he put on an attempt to be friendly with a soft smile. "I see you have slept well albeit being on the carpet and not in the berth." he said indulgently trying to tread carefully with his words and not to offend the Autobot slave.
A tense silence was all the silver mech received in return from the other robot. However, inside the red and blue mech spark and mind it was far from silent. Both were questioning what would be done to him today. The Autobot slave's mind kept replaying his haunting sweet dream about his Decepticon master the second the elder robot came into the same room as himself. It was really start to get to him.
The gun mech sighed dejectedly feeling the limits on his patience being stretched already. Figures he would get the silent treatment as a response. He would have a long way to go to get the truck... Still he just wanted to touch him, embrace him... Something... He could not stand the start of their possible relationship being so closed and hallow... He walked over to his favorite Autobot slave's side and in a very daring and bold movement he really did not think too hard about, loosely wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller robot's broad shoulders.
The moment Optimus felt warmth encircle him, his muscle cables locked up. What was he doing...? He had never been embraced by a Decepticon that didn't try to bend him over and attempt to claim him for their own. Finding his frame subconsciously brace itself for the upcoming rape... but nothing happened. All he felt was muscular arms hug him gently, nothing more. Every second that passed seemed to last eternity, making the slave's legs almost lose their strength and give out under him. It was only by the other gently holding him did he not fall to the floor.
Megatron was genuinely surprised when he wasn't told off by the fiery mech for touching him. He must've had something truly important to him on his processor to be distracting him from behaving in his usual cold behavior toward him. Not that he was complaining about the strange submission to his venturesome embrace. "You know I am a fair ruler, Optimus. No matter what you have been told of my reputation, temperament or interests. I am not a monster if you don't make me into one." he whispered in other's blue finned audios huskily, taking the opportunity to take in the other's unique scent of strawberry and nickel.
The Autobot who had found himself unintentionally listening to every single word that came out of the Pharaoh's dermas, as well as holding back a little shiver that wanted to come out from the hot words to his sensitive audios but then blinked his optic shutters in confusion at the last statement and turned his helm to the larger mech's face to inquire what that meant. "...W-What... do you... mean...?" his voice weaker than he wanted much to his embarrassment for making himself sound so vulnerable in the arms of an infamous mech.
The large Decepticon chuckled a little at the disarray, believing it to be rather cute but was more happy to see a response from the small world the slave had trapped himself in. "What I mean is my dear, Optimus, is that I can grant you anything you desire... anything at all... All I ask is that you merely obey me in return and do something for me without any complaining or arguing to get this freedom." his ruby optics shifting to look at the other robot's reaction to his fair offer. He would be a damned fool if he refused this golden opportunity that practically every Autobot would be willing to kill for.
The truck mech sighed, looking away stubbornly. He was being offered anything he wanted for his compliance again. He was hoping the silver robot would stop doing that but he supposed if he was going to be spending the rest of his time at his master's mercy he might as well try to use it for his benefit in case things did get rough for him.
The red and blue robot pinched his nasal plate and closed his optics annoyed. This was not going to be easy to used to... but he would give it a try... "Fine... If you must insist on pursuing this, I wish to be able to leave this grossly decadent room or even this entire floor whenever I would like to. I also would like to sleep back in my berth in the slave chamber. Recharging here, on this horridly sumptuous floor and near all of its massively decadent chambers makes me very uncomfortable..." he muttered curtly, turning his helm away from the other mech's face.
Without a second to even give the truck mech a second to believe he had second thoughts about giving him this the gun plainly spoke. "Done." he said clearly and decisively, although inside he wished he didn't give such a powerful immunity and a possible chance to escape his grasp by going to his little friends to hide behind but anything was worth it to earn the robot's trust. Anything...
The slave's optics widened in shock, too stunned to even reply to that. It was that easy? Why was his master take such a massive risk by giving him this much freedom? Not one of his former masters would ever give any slight freedom in order to control and keep him to their dark wills. So why would he...? The stubborn part of his mind spoke and reminded him that it was probably just to get him to be more willingly manageable to his whims by simply giving whatever he wanted. Like a rowdy sparkling that didn't listen. He was weirdly kind for a Decepticon but was he was still a Decepticon. For all he knew it could all just be an act, a hoax to get his guard down enough for a strike.
Getting over his silent appal, Optimus moved out his master's slack embrace roughly, turning around to face the larger mech with his arms crossed and face once again showing distrust to the elder robot. "Now what do you wish from me in return?" he asked crisply, a last minute form of testing to see if the mech was indeed hiding his true intentions.
Easily seeing the other robot's noticeable scrutiny on himself was a little uncomfortable but Megatron pushed through it. He knew the smaller red and blue mech was only being so defensive because all the times he was treated kindly it was only a mask toward ill will. The Pharaoh despised such behavior and did not tolerate it on his rule but it was still inevitable no matter what was done. One of the many reasons he didn't spend too much time with his own Decepticon subjects was that they could disgust him easily.
Thinking of his words carefully the large Decepticon responded. "For the freedom of being permitted to wander wherever you may desire, all I simply request in return from you is to accompany me whenever I call for you, regardless of what you are doing and how important or risk being punished for it. As well you shall not whine or complain about this arrangement by any means and you will do whatever I wish to do when I have called for you with the same basic rules but lessened to the extent of my what my current mood is." he explained, a relieved smile growing on his face at the Autobot's doubt give a bit to a faint glimmer of hope in his lazuline optics.
The large slave felt emotionally disarmed and was confused something awful as to why he believing him. Currently he was blaming his bizarre 'kindness' to the pit, thinking it was the one at fault. "That's it?" he asked modestly, gazing down at his pedes anxiously, hating his impotence to keep himself from looking vulnerable.
Seeing the other beginning to doubt once more and build up his crumbling walls, the silver mech acting fast to not lose a golden opportunity of trust, he moved forward as unmenacingly as he could muster and clasped his jeweled and ringed black claws over the soft blue ones. "Yes. All I want is your company, nothing more, nothing less." he said honestly, lightly taking hold of other's chin, gazing deep into the other's desultory optics.
Feeling his internals heat up, the truck used every shred of willpower to break the larger robot's gaze. Damn his attitude and damn him for being very un-Decepticon-like! "You expect me to believe that?" he snarled, glaring his inner frustration at the decorated golden wall of the main room.
The gun mech watched the other robot's actions with mixed emotions. "Yes." he replied back. They were arguing but was slowly starting to see a little bit of results he was getting through to him in some way. That tiny glimpse of hope he managed earlier to see was his proof.
Optimus snorted atheistically at the casual and insouciant answer he was given. "And why is that?" he demanded in an annoyed tone.
"It's called trust, Optimus. The first step to any relationship is trust." Megatron replied simply but essentially. 'Just trust me sweet steel rose...' he thought desperately to himself but kept his expression fairly neutral.
The Autobot tightened his lips under mask as his optics hardened resentfully. "Trust you...? A Decepticon to keep his word? I don't think 'trust' exists inside any Decepticon, as the same with Autobots and their respect for them." he growled rancorously, hands constraining together in the other's.
The Pharaoh tilted his striped Nemes helm. "Come now, Optimus. Have I ever done anything to you to make you believe I am not trustworthy that was in my control? Have I?" he asked innocently knowing the night the High Priest Starscream attacked him was not his doing, just inauspicious circumstances. He wouldn't be foolish and blame him for something he did not do.
Completely verbally disarmed from retorting anything negative, the slave made a strange face. He was expecting to have a thousand things to retort back... but didn't. This was very... virulent... and he didn't like it. The smaller mech shook his helm in agreement to end the strange conversation before he felt like racing toward the wall he had been glaring at for several minutes now and bash against it.
Pleased to see the truck mech according with his logic, the silver robot released the other's hands and softly rubbed the smaller mech's shoulder in an attempt of comfort. "That's wasn't hard, was it?" he said leniently with a smile that appeared more as a smirk for his.
The red and blue mech eyed the hand touching his shoulder armor but didn't say anything. He too preoccupied with shameful thoughts coming into his processor about how big and firm his master's claws were. "Whatever..." he muttered, a light pink flushing into existence on his cheeks.
"Good." Megatron said turning around, swirling his lavish violet cape and crossing his arms behind his back, feeling immense joy inside at his victory, albeit a small gain but as triumph nonetheless. "Now the terms of your side of our deal have been managed, I shall discuss what we shall do. Today, I feel like traveling outside on the Kaon river. The river is the best choice of travel as it is quite hot outside."
Optimus looked up toward his master's back at a certain word he had never heard of. "...River...?" he inquired naively, shifting his weight from pede to pede nervously. What was in Primus' name was a river?
The Decepticon blinked in confounding at the other's questioning tone then chuckled entertained. "Hmmm? Oh, that's right, you were kept mainly in the city of Iacon and Iacon's surface rivers have all dried up in their canals with the exception of underground wells. No matter, you will get the pleasure of seeing one when you accompany me today. But first let us clean up. Come." he spoke while waving his hand in a gesture to follow him before leaving for his bathing chamber.
The large Autobot followed stiffly but quietly as he traveled behind the gun robot. Upon entering the reasonably spacious chamber, the Autobot bathing servants were already stripping their master down of his opulent clothes and jewelry as was the usual procedure day by day but were surprised to see the red and blue mech standing quiesce in the entrance.
"Umm... Do we also wash your 'guest', My Lord?" one of the bathing servants asked meekly as to not irritate even though he was currently in a very pleasant mood at the moment with hundreds of lascivious thoughts running furiously through his CPU.
The semi twitched in vexation at the modest suggestion. "No, thank you. I am fully capable of washing myself, thank you." he snipped lightly unwrapping his blue loincloth and grabbing a violet washrag from a gold towel bin by the poolside. After dipping it into a bronze pot of polishing oil then wading over to a corner of the bathing pool, wishing to be as far away as he could from the silver mech and began washing his chassis with his back turned to the robots in the room. When he felt powerful ruby optics peering at his form the slave glared over his shoulder. "Primus snatches away prying optics, My Lord..." he hissed dangerously, optics flashing in warning.
Megatron laughed lightly and held up his hands innocuously as he sat down by the pool slab to allow the bathing servants to do their job. Oh he was still so adorably innocent of his voluptuous body, so much so it was becoming a bit humorous. "Oh, do forgive me." he said with a lusty smirk.
Optimus rolled his sapphire optics, knowing better that his master very likely wasn't going to not look at his wet armor when presented the chance to and focused back on cleansing his metal as fast as he could. However, as much as he hated bathing in a luxurious large bathing pool he could not deny how good the toasty, warm, clean water felt on his scarred steel skin. Even though he was disgusted at the fact that it was produced slaves who are forced to waste their whole lives heating it themselves just for their master's comfort, his weary frame drank in the warmth like a sponge. It felt so good he arched back, optics shut gently and accidently let a soft deep moan to slip out of his vocal processors.
Despite the fact that the Pharaoh was told to look away and was planning to in order to pacify the large Autobot's stubborn pride but he simply couldn't bring himself to. How could he...? There was a naked beauty washing right in front of him bathing in the same water as he was. He watched as if hypnotized as his favorite slave curved his body so conscientiously while his audios picked up a delectable little moan from the semi mech and watch the drips of polishing oil slither elegantly down his mid-section to slide down his shiny ivory inner thighs.
The Decepticon's inner circuitry inflamed like a furnace, rushing through his frame's systems and awakening his interfacing equipment with a sharp jolt of strong arousal. He was so perfect and ravishing right now... It was at this time the gun mech was happy the water was high enough to hide his growing arousal... 'Oh, Primus almighty... if only I was alone I could find some quick release...' he whispered in his mind tensing up his frame in order to stop his decreasing want to touch his aching spike.
The bathing servants completely oblivious to the much larger robot's sexual tension continued as they normally would until they finished dumping water onto the silver mech's helm from a silver jug, unknowingly snapping their master out of amorous trance. "Master, you are clean, don't you wish to stand up and be dried now?" one of his bathing servants requested indulgently.
Megatron freed from his thoughts blinked back to full consciousness. "Uh, yes, yes. In a just a moment. Wait behind the door to dry and clothe me." he spoke quickly waving dismissively for the two to go. The pair bowed respectfully then closed the door.
The Pharaoh stood up and moved over toward Optimus who it seemed was beginning to slowly accept the luxury of a warm bath. His crimson optics wandered down the glossy metal before him, wanting with all his spark to reach out and touch it... but first... "Enjoying my bathing pool, my dear, Optimus?" he spoke smugly with a smirk to match it.
The Autobot slave jumped and whipped around to bump his shapely chest plates against the other slightly larger mech's own. Gasping at the warm contact and how close the Decepticon was to him, stumbled back and fell into the shallows of the pool. "W-What are you doing?" he asked loudly, face flushed with the embarrassment of being spooked enough to fall back on his aft.
"Just wondering if you needed any help washing your back?" the silver robot chuckled, internal systems purring in delight at the idea.
The red and blue mech gaped in surprise at the offer but when his cerulean optics lowered and saw his master's massive mechhood standing tall and proud in all its glory, his face twisted with disgust. "I will not allow you touch me... I prefer not to be raped..." he growled darkly looking back up toward the gun's face, optics dimming to a fierce indigo.
Megatron's face fell a little seeing resistance at his harmless offer and bent down to optic level, noticing the other robot's flinch. "Please, Optimus, I shall not touch with more than what you are comfortable with. I promise you. Just learn to trust me." he whispered huskily.
Optimus shivered at the deep tone then growled annoyed at his spark beginning to give in so easily with simple sweet words. Frame still twisted in a tight defensive position but stiffly turned around, exposing his back to the large Decepticon.
The Pharaoh smiled and collected the dropped mesh washrag floating beside the slave. With all the gentleness he could muster to not scare the red and blue robot away, pressed the fabric into the strained red back armor.
Bracing himself the Autobot tensed for a powerful grip on his frame or something else of the like instead merely found his back being softly washed. The blush on his facial plating that had originally was created by shame grew now darker because of guilty delight of the cleaning and shuddered.
"Don't be so tense, my dear Optimus... It's not healthy you know... Here... Let me loosen you up..." the Decepticon rumbled sensually, casting aside the washrag in his hands to replace them with what he had originally had planned to use from the start.
The semi bit back a retort that was on the tip of his glossa when large black hands suddenly pressed onto his steel, thick thumbs rubbing the polishing oil deep into the seams of his back armor, massaging old sore muscle cables that hadn't been touched in years. "Aaahhhh! Ahhhhh..." the red and blue mech gasped before clasping a blue hand over his mouth.
Megatron smiled showing his fanged denta clearly. "See? Isn't it lovely letting go of your tensions?" he cooed, absolutely gorging his optics and audios on the sights and sounds the other mech provided him with.
Optimus clenched his optics shutters tightly enough to almost crack the plating. If he had anymore of this... "Okay... T-That's enough...!" he managed to squeak out of his vocalizer before it was replaced by harsh panting and to his surprise once more, the slightly larger robot listened to his words and made his Unicron sinful hands leave his hot armor. Venting out hot air that had built up and quickly grabbing the silver jug, filling it up with some of the pool's water before dumping it on himself.
The silver mech watched the slave frantically attempt to cool down his obvious arousal, chuckling wickedly. He was getting to him. Of course the Autobot was frenetically trying to hide it but it was still showing he was getting to him slowly but surely. Oh the fun he would have if continued to seduce and court the untamed virgin...
When the truck felt his internals quickly cool and breathed a silent sigh of relief. He had no idea his master was that skilled with simple massage... The red and blue mech snarled viciously, all but completely destroying the thought in his mind. While walking over to the towels he heard the Pharaoh laughing slightly to which he growled steadily to.
Megatron opened the bathing chamber door to see his bathing servants who at first just sitting on the floor awaiting their master stand up and routinely towel his wet chassis dry before clothing him as well as put on fresh kohl around his optics swiftly and silently before bowing and leaving when finished.
The Pharaoh stretched his armor to loosen his tight jewelry while Optimus came out dry and not looking very happy. "Now, that we are properly ready for this day I have something I have to show you before we leave." he said walking with his hands behind his back as his regal purple cape trailed majestically behind him.
The large Autobot didn't say a word, merely following his master silently cursing himself and his weakening willpower. He traveled after the Decepticon into the dining chamber to see a single box wrapped in lovely shiny violet paper and a fragile red ribbon. The slave blinked genuinely confused. "What is this?" he asked looking at the other robot's sudden beaming face.
Turning to the befuddled truck mech, he spoke gleefully. "Your new outfit. I know you a strange vexation towards gifts but for this I must insist." he spoke in an odd almost pleading tone of voice, confusing the red and blue mech even further.
Raising an optic ridge getting a bad feeling about this, returned his attention back to the mysterious gift, gently unwrapping it and taking off the box's lid to find something that made spark stall for a second. It was a pleasure slave's outfit and by the looks of it, it of was the highest most expensive quality. It was made of pure translucent silk, very, very rare to locate, less to even create the fabric. It was all held together by a glistening gold pectoral and hip huggers both shaped like amber flames.
The semi picked it up and just held the delicate material in his arms just to see if it was real and not a cruel illusion. Much to his silent dread it was as real as his slave collar. His servos clenched around the luxurious cloth, wanting to rip it but refrained by glaring at the other mech instead.
"Why must I wear this?" Optimus demanded slowly and surlily, mood blackening at the thought of walking around in such a revealing outfit in front of hundreds evil horny Decepticons who dared to be called nobility.
Megatron would not let himself be intimated as he a reason for the change of outfit. A reason he hoped the other would understand. "If you do not wear this, you would be become a target of suspicion and could be attacked. I can not protect you from every single Decepticon under my rule but this will help lessen the burden if they see you as one of my pleasure slaves. But do not worry, you will not actually have to please me in that manner. It is simply a ruse to fool the other Decepticons."
The slave narrowed his optics into glowing sapphire slits. However, he could not deny the simple logic the other had explained. By being dressed like this, despite making him want to purge his fuel tanks for it, would make him appear to be one of the Pharaoh's pleasure slaves. To harm one much less look at one lustfully, they would be fiercely punished.
The Autobot looked away and sighed moodily. He could not believe he was doing this. "Fine... I will wear it... Turn around as I change. Look at me whilst I doing it I will get angry." he threatened menacingly.
The Pharaoh laughed playfully at the threat but turned his frame away. After a few minutes of waiting which the large Decepticon passed by looking and toying with the rings around his ebony fingers he heard the red and blue mech speak. "Okay, you can look now." he muttered anxiously.
The silver robot turned and felt the air in his intakes leave abruptly at what his ruby optics took in. The other smaller mech was now wearing a gold flame shaped usekh on his chest and shoulders as well as hip huggers on his curved hips. Soft limpid silk draped from the gold plate on his shoulders to his back and the silk from the plate on his hips hung a loincloth skirt combination that went down to the back of his thighs while also wearing gold bracelets with sapphires embedded in them around his wrists and ankles.
Megatron couldn't help but stare at the heavenly visage before him. His new apparel suited him almost too well, seeming to virtually be made just for his lovely frame. He could have stared all day until Optimus' deep voice spoke dourly. "Are we going or not?"
The Pharaoh blinked out of his enchantment then grinned. "Of course, come." he waved, watching amused as the Autobot attempted to hide his almost naked chassis as he walked. They both reached the elevator and headed down to the second floor, heading toward the Vizer's office while passing by the noblemechs who bowed courteously when they saw their king but giggled cruelly at the slave behind him.
The massive Decepticon frowned at the treatment but the red and blue mech remained adamant. He was most likely used to this sort of treatment day by day and have probably trained himself to look untouched by the muffled jeering. Stopping in front of the Vizer office's doors, the silver mech turned to face the truck robot behind him and placed his hands on the other's shoulder plates. "As a formality I have to tell my Vizer Soundwave I will be leaving the palace for awhile. Please wait out here."
The red and blue robot sighed and nodded in agreement. Satisfied with his answer the gun mech turned and entered into Soundwave's office. The Autobot felt harsh unforgiving cerise optics on his armor but easily stifled it. He was now under the 'protection' of the leader of all Decepticons. They would not dare lay a finger on him, no one would. Strangely he felt a rush of pride at having a little bit of power granted to him bubble up in his spark. A smile grew on his dermas under his mask and he leaned on his back against the wall to wait.
Soundwave was diligently working at his desk until he heard the doors open to reveal his lord standing looking much different that when came into his office the other day. He looked... joyful. Truly happy. Which he had not seen in the king behave in ages. "Well, Your Majesty, you appear much better. For what purpose I might ask?" he inquired putting down the datapad he had in his hands on the desk to lean on his intertwined hands amused.
"I have him. He's mine now, Soundwave. I will never let him go." Megatron grinned widely like a sparkling who had received an extremely rare toy.
The Vizer gave a weird smile at the possessive speech. It was a little creepy but didn't voice his thoughts. "Whatever makes you happy, My Lord. What do you need from me?" he asked curious tilting his blue helm.
"I need a slave chip so I may leave with Optimus for the day." the Pharaoh spoke a quickly looking back at the semi closed doors, anxious to leave as promptly as possible.
Soundwave's optics widened behind his scarlet vizor. "Really? Breaking your promises? That's not like you." he said surprised.
The silver mech turned back around to the smaller Decepticon with a raised optic ridge. "What are you talking about?" he asked bemused.
"Well, I recall you making a promise to your Royal Family that you would spend today with them."
Megatron stiffed and tightened his dermas to a thin line. "I don't remember making any such promise." he lied between his fangs. Truth was he did recollect making a promise of the like to his Royal Family in order to stifle their whining. But he wanted to be with Optimus...
"Are you sure of this, Your Majesty? This will upset your Royal Family." the stereo warned knowing how bad they would throw a tantrum if denied, regardless that most of them were indeed fully grown and matured mechs.
The larger Decepticon scowled heavily, carmine optics glowing. "They would get upset over a lost ring or a dropped tray of food. Hardly the type of mechs I wish to spend my day with." he sneered crossing his strong arms across his broad chest. "Besides, I wish to spend this time with my slave, Optimus..." the gun spoke quieter looking over his shoulder to watch the slave through the crack in the doors.
"Again you are worrying me, My Lord. You seem to get stranger each day you come to me." Soundwave spoke gently but completely honest.
The larger robot raised to his full height. "Don't start... I am in no mood today... Just give me what I need." he growled slightly peevish.
The blue mech simply shook his helm at the common warning of aggression the larger mech's aura displayed and quickly encoded a blank slave chip his leader would need to go outside with the truck in tow out from a compartment in his desk then handed it to his master.
The massive silver robot grabbed the slave chip out of his Vizer's hand and left swiftly out of his office with a swirl of his cape. Optimus turned to his master who held up the chip for him to see before placing into the thick gold bracelet on his wrist, pushing a few buttons on the tiny microchip.
It had been a while since the large slave had seen a slave chip. They were designed to placed in the Decepticon's forearm, typically in the jewelry usually wore like the Pharaoh was doing. The Autobot's old masters almost never brought him out of their homes into public, mainly to keep their lovely prize away from any potential wealthy Decepticon's who could out-buy him but also to keep him a prisoner to them alone.
After finishing making the necessary adjustments on his slave chip to his liking he activated with a soft mechanical beep before a stream of thick energon chains snaked out of the center of the slave chip to attach to the center of his slave collar. "Alright, lets be on our way, Optimus." Megatron spoke sweetly leading the other smaller robot to the elevator.
Even though it was the first time in a while he had 'walked' by any of his masters, the red and blue mech still despised the it. It looked and felt so degrading, like he was a cute little animech on a leash, doing whatever he was ordered to do. But it was a rule he still have to obey. Besides he got to go outside and wander around as far as the settings in the slave chip were set.
When on the first floor the two of them walked out in the daylight which was a bit harsh at first but adjustable, they approached the Kaon river toward a beautiful crafted ferry with two powerful Decepticon guarding it. However that was not what caught the semi's attention. It was the water the ferry was sitting upon. He froze at the sight of seeing his first river stopping his master as well. "This... is a... river...? It's... so beautiful... so pristine..." he whispered awed at the clear liquid catching the light in its tiny waves.
The Decepticon nodded looking at the sight. "Mmmmm... Indeed it is... As well as being very rare. This is one of the last remaining rivers on the surface of Cybertron. The Great Cybertronian Rust Desert I'm afraid swallowed many of its brethren." he explained as the Autobot slave knelt down by the river's edge.
"They used to roam all of the planet when I was simply a young sparkling and my father, King Megatronus still ruled. It is shameful that we have done barely anything to spare their fate." the gun mech said quietly remembering his deceased sire.
The silver robot's gaze returned to the truck mech still staring at the river in awe. "...Is this truly the only river you have ever seen in your life my dear, Optimus?" he asked.
"The only water I have seen is from wells that delve deep into the planet's steel. Never on the surface... Never this clear... Never this pure..." Optimus spoke softly as he kept raising his hand to touch the softly moving water but continued to be hesitant, afraid his dirty servos would taint the crystal liquid.
Megatron chuckled shaking his striped nemes helm at the other's sparkling-like curiosity at something he himself had seen often. "You really do not need my permission to touch it, Optimus. You can touch it. I do not know what's holding you back from doing so."
The Autobot mesmerized by the reflection of himself it shown back to him and all the various little mechafish swimming through it. As if possessed by someone else, the red and blue mech's faceplate slipped back into its hiding place then he dipped his hands into the water. He leaned his helm back to swallow the water and moaned as the refreshing coolness slid down his throat tube gracefully.
The Pharaoh watched as the slave's face come into full view of the light of day from behind his mask. He gazed at the plush dermas parting open to allow water inside. No matter how many times he saw it, it still was breathtakingly gorgeous...
When the truck robot realized what he was doing he flushed pink in embarrassment and snapped his mask back into place in a sparkpulse.
Megatron cleared his throat and motioned toward the ship. "Well, shall we board?" he said climbing aboard the vessel to sit down on a single elegant roofed throne, with the Decepticons who were guarding the ship joining their king on board on either side.
Optimus nodded, still embarrassed also climbed onto the ferry's deck, sitting down beside the Pharaoh's chair quiet, watching the large Decepticon give a simple wave of his hand and commanded the ferry to began moving. The graceful black ship began to move, very slowly at first with the oars below the deck pushing it forward by the hands of Autobot slaves but then began moving at a steady pace down the river.
The Autobot watched as they passed through the upper class section of the Kaon down the river. He frowned at the massive towering buildings. Such unessential space and accommodations for just one Decepticon per building. The slave growled at each one they passed but whimpered quietly when his fuel tanks suddenly growled tempestuously for being completely devoid of anything to digest. When had he last eaten something? He couldn't honestly remember.
The silver mech's audios detected the groan of hunger from his favorite slave's tanks and gazed at the robot attempting to hide his hungriness. "Are you hungry, Optimus?" he asked gently feeling with other Decepticons around he would become defensive again.
As predicted the truck grumbled litigiously at his master. "I am always hungry. I barely get enough to feed on each day, just enough to keep functioning but nowhere near enough to be happy." he sneered glaring at the noblemechs he saw 'walking' their own slaves around in the streets of the upper class section, occasionally smacking them around simply for its own sake then laughing at the signs of weakness they showed.
"Why?" the gun mech asked wondering if this most of the reason the red and blue robot was so crabby most of the time. He was simply a few missed meals away from starving to death and thought of him dying such a painful and awful death was... it was unthinkable...
Optimus sighed to alleviate some of the stress that developed from watching the mistreatment of own his brethren in front of him. "Well, Your Majesty, that's just the way things are for Autobots. We break our back struts working in the heat of the day, everyday making the food, you mostly just throw away I might add, we make and eat it gluttonously on mass. The Decepticons eat like a mechapigs and grows fat, while the Autobot is fed scraps like a beaten animech pet and just continues to starve." he snarled viciously.
Megatron frowned deeply. He was not lying about the abuse the Autobots were suffering but he couldn't monitor millions of Decepticons. One of the few true regrets he had in his rule. "Then you must eat something. You can't just continue starve." he said worrying vastly about his slave's health.
The red and blue mech looked up at his master at the offer of food before letting his optics gaze over to the burly Decepticon guards leering at him then back up to the larger robot and laughed coldly. "Oh, yes, I can. I have been living this way my entire life, Master. How I survived was to eat some of the food I had created with my own two hands whenever I could, which is not allowed but despite that I am quite frankly very good at it. So, no, thank you, I'd rather chop off my own leg then eat 'your' food." he spoke mainly toward the two Decepticon guards looking ready to attack him but were unable to do so without the silver mech's direct order.
"You know, it is not very healthy to continue to starve simply to rebel against me and my 'sybaritic' way of life. I am only trying to be civil to you, Optimus. Nothing more." the Pharaoh said feeling his temper's limit being tested again but staved it off.
"And I say again, no, thank you, Master. I can get my own food from the surrounding cable trees instead of being fed like a spoiled sparkling who can't just reach up and grab one for himself." the Autobot riposted turning away toward a curve in the river that created a quick reach to the shore and reached up to a thick healthy cable tree in full bloom with one of its branches of juicy looking energon apples hanging overhead. Carefully plucking one from it branch and holding it underwater in the river to clean off the rust clinging to its skin.
Megatron sighed roughly, leaning his face into his large claw. What was it going to take to get the Autobot to like him? He had honestly thought it was going well but have a few other Decepticons near him and all his hard work to get him to open up seemed to deteriorate.
And it was just as well proven that his anger wasn't particularly aimed at himself when Optimus hissed aggressively at the guards when they tried to take away his 'stolen' food. "Touch my food, Decepticons, I will drop you... and I am not afraid of any punishment you could give me... Make that very damn clear to you..."
The large Decepticon halted them with a raised hand. "Don't. Just let him eat it. Now leave us" he said hoping by removing other Decepticons it would sedate the Autobot slave's rage. The guards obeyed and left the pair alone to go below deck.
The truck ignored the gesture and focused on eating his meal mutely and nimbly, trying his best to disregard the powerful but very sad gaze looking down at him.
While chewing a mouthful of energon apple a thought from the innocent part of his processor came into being. Maybe he was coming off as a little too harsh to the silver robot. After all he had not done anything to him besides touching but he had kept his word and kept his servos from straying and had generously offered him food. It was just his instinct to act tough and savage in order to protect himself, which was true for his guards and so many other Decepticons but for the gun mech...? It didn't appear so...
Swallowing his the last bit of his meal, core and all, knowing better than to waste anything, the red and blue mech sat more calmly and played with his energon chain loosely.
After a while of awkward tension Megatron finally spoke, sensing the hostility in the other's aura was no longer there. "Tell me, my dear Optimus... Why do you hate me so much?" he asked cheerlessly not really wanting to look at the Autobot in the optic as he enquired.
"I don't hate you, I just hate what your race are doing to our people." Optimus muttered feeling guilt sting his spark at the tone.
"I never did anything to any Autobot personally, Optimus." the silver mech spoke seriously still keeping his gaze on the Kaon river, watching the light on its surface dance with the water's gentle flowing current.
"I know you don't yourself but you can't tell me that you don't see it happening all around you. Can't you see how much pain they are in? How much it hurts simply being alive as an Autobot? It sickens me seeing so much pain in my brothers..." the red and blue robot whispered speaking with the true emotional agony in his spark.
The large Decepticon ruby optics widened at the bittersweet passion in the other's baritone voice and turned his helm towards the smaller Autobot slave who's back was still turned to him but if he was facing him he was more than sure his sapphire optics would be shining with raw emotion. "Do others' lives mean that much to you...?" he spoke in a hushed inquisitive voice.
Without a moment hesistation the truck mech turned his helm around and said passionately. "Of course they do!" he declared with optics shining gallantly, lighting up his face.
The Pharaoh was touched. "Such a tender spark... It's no wonder you don't let many near it..." he whispered to himself feeling his spark lurch in its casing excitedly.
Optimus raised an optic ridge not catching what his master uttered under his breath. "Excuse me?"
"Oh, pardon me, I accidently spoke my thoughts out loud, it was nothing important but you are rather defensive of yourself." the large Decepticon said hiding his reverence of the other's dazzling resolve.
The Autobot snorted. "Of course I am, Master. I have to be with every Decepticon I ever cross or I would either be crazy or dead by now." he said almost in a playful tone of voice.
The gun mech smiled a bit at the comment, happy the tension was draining now that they were alone again. "You don't have to be around me my dear, Optimus. I would never hurt you, not even if you tested my patience. Yesterday should've been your prove of that."
The slave looked at the Pharaoh through the corner of his optic. That was true. If the silver mech was the same as any other Decepticon he would have nursing new wounds on his back plates from the punishment of rejecting his master's attempts to buy him with expensive gifts as well as infuriating him enough to storm into his chambers.
"You know it would hurt nothing but your obstinate pride to say a little thank you for simply forgetting your little snit at me yesterday." Megatron said tranquilly.
It was quiet for a few minutes before the large Decepticon got his delicate reply. "...Thank you..."
The Pharaoh beamed, satisfied that it was put behind them. "You are forgiven. Now come here and sit on my lap." he gently ordered, patting his violet clothed lap with his claws.
Optimus eyed him and grumbled a bit but didn't move from his spot on the steel floor of the ferry.
"Come on." the silver robot spoke with a bit more authority but still kept a placate tone in his voice to not destroy the endearing moment.
The slave stiffly stood up and slowly moved over to the gun mech, carefully sitting down on his master's firm warm lap. He blushed nervously at the thought of being seen doing something on the borderline between casual and intimate right in public view.
Lifting up a hand the gun gently rubbed the top of the semi's blue helm. "Yessss..." he purred, finally able to touch his precious Autobot again. Certainly not the parts he really wished to touch but he was a mech of his word and kept it decent. Besides this was enough, especially if the other's antenna was evidently so incredibly sensitive...
Optimus moaned loudly, his entire frame shaking in the pleasure shooting through his nerve system. "Ahhh-haaa! Mmmm...!" he whimpered leaning his subverting toned metal body against his master's.
Megatron rumbled deeply from his muscular chest in delight. "Why whatever's the matter, Optimus?" he cooed optics dimming as his libido expanded.
"Aaaahhh... Your touching... my... my... Ahhh...!" the large Autobot mewled opening a single navy colored optic, tinted by perceptible arousal.
"Well you said that I may touch you anywhere but the interfacing areas and I wish to touch you. You can think of it as a reward for your obedience thus far." the Pharaoh purred lustfully into the slave's audio, drinking in the delicious sounds like the finest energon wine.
"Mmmm! S-St... Stop..." the red and blue robot whined trying to move the limp muscle cables in his arms until the larger mech's free hand raised up and caressed his back skillfully making him cry out in bliss.
Oh he had no idea how badly the silver mech wanted to lay down the beautiful truck in his arms and claim him forever... "Why...? Doesn't your reward feel good...?" the Decepticon vented gruffly continuing to stroke the other.
Optimus writhed under the stimulation to his hot colorful armor. He had to pull away now... or he would... "Mmmm...! J-just...! Just... stop it!" he shouted pushing away from the gun robot's hold, pulling away as far as his energon chain would allow him, panting all the while to release some of the heat buildup in his internals.
Megatron was incredibly disappointed the other retreated from his touches once more. He desired to hold him forever... "Why won't you just open up to me?" he asked forlornly, expression abject.
The Autobot slave looked away as his frame cooled. "...I just... don't want to..." he murmured holding his arms.
The silver robot's optics narrowed exposing a bit of his inner turmoil through them. "Please... I don't want to have to force you... trust me I truly do not want to... but if you don't soon enough I will..." he warned speaking the absolute truth.
The semi mech closed his optics, fighting back the rising guilt in his spark again. "I'm sorry, Master... If you truly want me to open up to you, to completely surrender to you... then free my Autobot brothers and I will do so..."
"I... I can not... You know that I can not..." 'And have you slip through my grasp when I am taming you at last...' the gun added inside of his processors.
The red and blue robot's face constrained with a hint betrayal at being denied. "Then from now on you can see my face every time you witness harm a single Autobot being hurt, humiliated and broken by your Decepticons. Then you will know how I feel." he swore under his breath.
Megatron twitched recalling back to Starscream's punishment and visualizing seeing Optimus in his place for a few moments. Not longer after that his graceful ferry came to a halt at a old dock in the commoners section.
"My Lord, we have reached the end of the river, shall we disembark?" a rough Decepticon voice spoke from below the ship's deck.
"Yes. I guess we will." the Pharaoh spoke hollowly getting to his pedes slightly sluggishly still having the large slave's words echo balefully. He thought of an idea to get the Autobot to open up but it was not going to be a pleasant experience but thought it would necessary to make a breakthrough.
Again a strong pang of guilt ran trough the truck robot's spark at the larger mech's empty. He groaned inside before walking beside his master, brushing his hand on the larger mech's thick shoulder in a quick gesture of comfort.
The silver robot jumped a little when he felt the soft touch. Looking over his shoulder he saw the smaller robot looking away with a guilty expression he was trying to hide but failing somewhat as his face plates were flushed pink. He gave a weak smile and felt somewhat better but didn't change his mind about wanting to show him something that needed to be seen.
The red and blue robot had been through so much in his life, all Autobots did. He should have all the reason on Cybertron to hate him, but he said he did not. Despite his selfish desire to have him, spark, mind and body he still wanted him to be happy. Why? Was it because of his manner to hate the sin not the sinner that touched his spark? Maybe it was but he didn't want to say it was as he had never anything like this before.
Recalcitrantly the gun shoved the thought out of his CPU. Love was a big word. He certainly didn't feel love towards this one large slave. He just... really needed him is all... Still in order to make progress one dark step had to be taken first.
Decision made he took in a deep breath of cool air in his intakes to quell the tremendous amount of restiveness Megatron felt inside. "Optimus, I need to show you something." he said bluntly.
Optimus blinked at the grave edge in the other mech's voice. It making him nervous already... "Why?" he asked evocatively, worried about what he was going to be shown.
"It is just something I think you need to know about the Decepticons I rule over." the Pharaoh said dryly walking down a street he knew very well from his sparklinghood.
"What that Decepticons know something more than brutality and interfacing?" the slave growled to himself while passing by a few Decepticons in the street yelling at their Autobot slaves over something they had patently done wrong as he followed diligently.
The Decepticon tightened his metal lips to a tense line. "No. But it is something similar." he replied flatly his tension rising the closer the came to their destination.
The Autobot stopped in his tracks when saw where they were headed. It was a monolithic domed shaped building, the likes of which he had never seen before. Loud noises which sounded very much like a massive crowd of mechs screaming for something as well as the metallic clang of metal against metal. "What is that...?" he asked leery of what was to come.
"It's a colosseum." the larger silver mech spoke blankly, slowing down his pace but not stopping completely.
"...What is it for...?" the semi robot asked quickening his step to catch up with his master.
"I'll show you." the gun replied waking into one of the colossal rusty bolted doors that were mildly ajar to allow them entry inside, bracing himself for the very probable coming violent argument from the other.
Still confused but traveled along inside through a dark hallway to a light on the other end, toward the source of the yelling and shouting. The red and blue mech shielded his azure optics from the change of the dark to bright artificial lighting, slowly adjusting. When his vision returned enough to see, he beheld a sight that made his spark jump into his throat tube then repulsively slide down into his fuel tanks ice cold.
They were in the center of the colosseum, which was a massive circluar arena with two bulky Autobots, most likely tomb workers or miners, the very largest types, were forced to fight each other and by the look of their beastly wounds, to the death. Thousands of Decepticons in the surrounding audience were the source of the screaming, they were demanding to see more mech blood with some of them having Autobots with them, with of whom were trying their hardest to block what was happening. The truck mech wanted more than anything to do the same.
Clutching his chest at the place his spark was located Optimus stumbled back in sheer horror, beautiful optics wide with pure terror. "...W-What is this...?" he studdered terrified, wanting to look away from the spectacle but simply couldn't tear away from it...
'It's now or never to reveal some hard truths...' Megatron thought bitterly, clutching his black hands together as fists. "Something I'm afraid has existed in Kaon for millennia, one-on-one combat, armed or otherwise. Expect now it has devolved to using simple Autobots in a virtually in public execution." the Pharaoh answered standing beside the shaking Autobot slave by his side. He wasted so much to hold him and soothe away his fear but not now... not yet... this needed to be said.
"But... this... this is..." the red and blue mech trembled when he saw one of the Autobots made into fighters take control of the fight and bashed his powerful fist into his 'opponent's' face, making energon oil spray into the air on contact.
"Ugly? To Decepticons combat is beautiful and honorable. Its what we were built to do. What we were meant to do. Or at least that's what we think is all we can do." the large Decepticon spoke gravely serious, powerful ruby optics drifting away from the two mechs to the Decepticon officials standing together in a box, talking to one another on the quality of fighter their slave was and making high stakes bets on the possible winner.
"Remember, we Decepticons have come into this universe with every intension of battle. We were forcibly bred to be a fighting race of Transformers, guards our masters faithfully. When we fought for our freedom against the Quintessions so very long ago, the violent rebellion toward our former masters, it felt perfectly natural to do so and we excelled perfected at it." the silver robot said with a solid stoic face.
"However, when the fighting stopped and we had won our freedom with the Autobots we discovered we couldn't let go of the pure fighting instincts we were born with. So though the Autobots adapted to civil life comfortably, we did not have the faintest idea what to do with ourselves." he continued while observing the fight processed to the point the more wounded of the two was beginning to lose.
"My father once brought be here to witness one of these fights and unknowingly taught me the reason for creating slavery into our species. I figured it was in order to keep that feeling of uselessness and otioseness from driving us all insane by creating a sense of power, a poor choice to sate our primal drives but it took hold regardless." the gun watched the weaker fall to his knee points panting and wincing in pain as his 'adversary' walked up to him presumably for the finishing blow.
"This sight before us, to any modern Decepticon they would enjoy this. Why? They had taught to believe that and once they did they believed it was the right course of action for them in life. That this way of thinking which has been passed down to their sparklings and then their sparklings and so on until we know nothing else but it. Completely forgetting our honorable roots." Megatron taking in the sight of the clear victory raise his hand above his helm, to slay the other for failing the battle but didn't move. He simply held his arm still high over his helm unmoving, enraging the crowd when no death was being caused and began to jeer aggravated.
"I never believed in such honorless fighting for nothing like this, unlike these Decepticon spectators screaming for the loser's death when the Autobot victory clearly doesn't wish to. To kill for mere sport revolts me to my core... But tell me, Optimus... What do you see when you see this?" the Pharaoh asked quietly turning his optics to the smaller mech.
Optimus who had been silent during his master's little explanation, listening to every word twitched when spoken directly toward. "They enjoy this...? Enjoy this?" he raised his voice and then glared furiously at the other with severe anger flaunting in his gentle sapphire optics.
"What do I see you say? I see machines driven down to the point of being no different than wild animechs! How dare you just look the other way to such a hideous spectacle! Even if they just simple Autobots slaves to the Decepticons, how can you do this to your own species! How can you claim to hate it when you do nothing about it!" the Autobot slave shouted at his master's face.
The Decepticon remained firm, unintimidated. "I can not stop this, merely redirect it. The Decepticons I rule will always crave battle which they now use with Autobots pitted against one another because they consider them to be weak in their misguided optics. They think this type of fighting shows out of the crowd the true superiors, the ones that deserve to live."
The red and blue mech was floored by the simple statement, stared horrified at his master for the first time before it quickly transformed back into pure rage. The semi bared his denta harshly at Megatron, frame shaking with his anger. "You sicken me." he hissed spinning around and storming down the colosseum's hallway to the door.
The silver robot's spark raged at him for destroying his chance of getting Optimus' attention but it had to be done. He had to know the reason for the Decepticon's sin and why he must bare the consequences. Now came the tremendous reconciling to the Autobot. He just hoped it would work.
When no death came from either of the Autobot slaves the Decepticons in the crowd infuriated began to leave one by one. The gun mech watched as the Decepticon most likely the master of the two workers angrily storm onto the arena toward the two and yelled at them to turn their backs to him then get onto their knees. The Decepticon master produced a whip from his subspace container and began to lash both of his Autobot slaves multiple times.
Megatron felt his spark twist into horrible knots of pain. With each lash, he saw Optimus bleed, with each cry he heard the semi's cry of agony, with every tear he saw come from the gentle fiery slave's beautiful sapphire optics. His audios listening to the horrible sounds, until finally he could stand it no more and leapt onto the battlefield, not caring who saw him. "That's enough." he snarled making the Decepticon punishing his slave's halt immediately in fear.
The Decepticon master looked up at the mighty towering Pharaoh, backing slightly. "B-But sir they still have twenty more lashes to go before-" he whimpered pathetically before getting cut off by a brutal growl.
"I said... enough." the much larger silver Decepticon growled a dangerous octave. "I am confiscating these two into my custody. Meaning that from now on these are my slaves. And I shall take them from you without a struggle. Is that understood?" he rumbled deeply, baring his fangs a bit.
The Decepticon flinched, nodding frantically before shakily bowing and all but bolting away.
The two Autobots panted hard and looked up at the gun. "...W-Why...?" one of them spoke, the 'victor' a large red mech clothed in rusty shoty wielded on additional armor the other a purple and yellow mech also clothed in bad extra armor as well simply remained silent.
"Do not take this the wrong way, Autobot. But I am not doing this form of kindness for you but... for someone else... He's the one you should praise when we arrive back at my palace. Come." Megatron commanded plainly pressing a button on the slave chip in his thick bracelet, activating energon chains to the pair's slave collars before turning toward the exit, following the stretched out energon chain that led the way to where the red and blue mech fled to.
The large Autobots looked at one another before following their new master silently.
Optimus sat by the Kaon river, arms wrapped around, attempting to make himself as tiny as possible. His energon chain was set to a very loose setting allowing him to make it all the way back to the river which was unusual but he couldn't care less at the moment. Those poor slaves... Making them fight to the death when they themselves have no interest to fight whatsoever... It... It was not Cybertronian.
The red and blue mech balled up tighter when he heard pedesteps coming closer to himself, recognizing the aura instantly without having to look.
"...Optimus..." Megatron spoke comforting, looking down sadly at the depressed Autobot trying to hide himself.
"Go... away." the large slave mumbled from in between his arms. 'Just please... go away... I don't want to hear anymore...' he whispered in his processors.
The Pharaoh bent down beside the smaller tightly balled robot, laying his hands on his shoulder armor apologetically. "Every word I said about the Decepticons was true. Every word. I am sorry what I showed you hurts you so but I had to show that to you to prove that Decepticons simply have forgotten how to be kind or gentle. Slavery is a sin we unfortunately made our own when we didn't know what any other function we served and now can't rid it that easily."
"Enough!" the truck screamed covering his audio fins to block out anymore evil truthful words. Damn this mech! All he kept doing is lure him into a false sense of trust and kindness then come back and wound him emotionally... Primus damn him!
"Your words are nothing but empty late truths... You knew all of this and yet you do nothing to stop it! If fact you simply wave it off as if the least concern in all of Cybertron!" Optimus bellowed with optic fluid spilling out of his optics from pure emotion.
"You are nothing but a monster... That's all you'll always be unless you mean your words about hating slavery and I know you don't... So I'm through talking to you, My Liege." the red and blue mech spat violent poison with every word at the silver robot, wishing to Primus almighty to let his words melt the mech and leave him in peace at last.
Megatron's face turned from shocked at the outburst to very sad. The semi mech's words were as sharp as an energon saber and cut very deep into his spark. Every word that was thrown at him was all the pain the truck robot had suffered and felt for others. Well, no more... "What I said I released them into my charge, like I did for you... Would you be able forgive me?..." he whispered longingly, desperately wanting a positive response to his attempt at rapprochement for upsetting the slave.
"I would say... prove it." the Autobot dared the larger Decepticon to prove the proclamation he just said to him. Dared him to show he denied the cruel ways that engulfed so many of his brethren's twisted sparks.
With a sudden determined expression the Pharaoh grabbed his arm and pulled him to his pedes then pulled him behind an old building he had told the Autobots he had freed into his custody to wait for him.
Coming around the back of the house the red and blue mech cerulean optics widened. There were the two powerful mechs who had been forced to fight to the death for the entertainment of their sick masters. But how...? He thought his master was lying...
"My Lord? Are you ready to take us back to Kaon palace yet?" the purple and yellow muscular Autobot miner asked, scratching at his uncomfortably itchy extra armor.
"Oh, yes, of course. In just a moment. But first..." the silver mech produced an energon sword from his subspace container and turned to the Autobot slave warriors. With a blink of lavender light, the two Autobots stained rusty additional armor shattered to numerous fragments that met the dusty ground below. "There. That must feel much better I suspect." he said with a smile putting away his sword the same way he had summoned it.
Optimus' jaw dropped slightly behind his mask. He just witnessed something impossible from any ordinary selfish Decepticon. Selfless kindness to Autobots. Autobots he didn't even know yet mind you.
Megatron turned to the flabbergasted Autobot slave. "Now, you forgive me?" he asked sincerely, locking his cerise optics with his to see every reaction.
"I-I... I do not know what to say." the semi answered honestly feeling a sense of hopefulness grow into his spark.
"Do you forgive me?" the Decepticon asked once more but this time getting a razor edge to it.
"...Yes. Thank you... For giving them freedom from that horrible place." the red and blue robot still deep in shock at the event that had just occurred before him.
The Pharaoh's dermas split into a very pleased grin and turned toward his ferry still sitting gently by the docks now silhouetted by the orange-red rays of dusk. "It has been a rather eventful day today. I think we should retire for the rest of the night. Come." he said joyfully leading the way to the ship with his three slaves walking right behind him.
The large red Autobot approached beside the truck robot making the slave look up at his face. The mech spoke only a couple words to him. "...Thank you..." before joining his companion walking up ahead of whom also silently gave his own thanks to him as well.
The early setting of night had arrived when they came back to Kaon palace. The two newest slaves were ordered to stay in the slave chambers until tomorrow when Soundwave would properly program their collars with official ownership.
Megatron walked into the massive lobby of his palace turning to Optimus while switching off the slave chip in his bracelet. There were high class Decepticons wandering around anymore, most likely because they had gone to recharge for the rest of the night, which meant they were alone.
The Pharaoh smiled gently at the Autobot slave before him while gently clasping his soft hands in his own. "As you have seen, I am a mech of my word. So for keeping your promise of accompanying me today, I grant you the freedom to go anywhere in my palace. However if I call for you to come to me, you will still have to come, no exceptions, understand?"
The red and blue robot nodded blushing as his hands were held so tenderly. "Yes..." he answered shyly looking at the purple carpet below his pedes.
There was an awkward silence that followed to which the semi mech was the one to break it with a lenify question he had been meaning to ask since they had returned. "...Why did you free them from that awful environment...?"
"Because their suffering made you so unhappy." the gun replied modestly and plainly.
The red and blue mech's jaw gaped behind his mask in shock. The second time he had surprised him to his core today.
"Just tell me... ...Did granting them freedom from their living Pit of life make you happy? Truly happy...?" the silver robot asked while lifting up the other's chin to gaze deep into his sapphire optics with his own ruby ones.
Optimus' blush deepened as his internals backflipped and heated up rapidly. "Well... Yes. Yes it does. Very much so." he smiled cutely.
Megatron felt his spark's wounds from his earlier enraged speech bleed over into something genuinely pleasant. This was nice... so nice...
"...I'm sorry I yelled at you, Master." the Autobot whispered warmly leaning close to his master's rather handsome face plates.
"It is fine... I am quite used to it... I simply wanted..." the larger Decepticon's words feebly died off when he saw a sight that almost made him have a sparkattack.
The slave's silver mask slid apart and showed his entire angelic face. Plush full silver dermas shaped in a soft caring smile and cerulean optics, shining a dark blue hue and sparkling like the stars outside.
The Pharaoh for the first time in his entire long life didn't know to react. He feared if he tried to move he would destroy the moment forever, never to get it again. The gun mech was frozen in place as if in a trace as the red and blue robot gently gripped his striped helm and placed an air light kiss upon his frozen metal cheek.
Optimus pulled back with a slight look of concern on his face. "Do you feel alright? Your armor seems to be heating up abnormally hot." he enquired worryingly resting the back of his hand on the other's forehelm.
Megatron panted out hot air out of his vents as his powerful optics glazed over. "I'm fine. I simply need good berthrest." he groaned feeling faint from his processors spinning groggily as well as make his vision blur. He almost swooned to the floor but caught himself. What was wrong with him?
The Autobot tilted his helm to the side, not entirely convinced his master was feeling one hundred percent well at the moment. "Are you sure...? Well, alright then. Goodnight, Master." he said waving goodbye, his mask sliding back into place before leaving to the slave chambers for the night.
Megatron stumbled into his private chambers clutching his scorching helm. His equilibrium sensor was frying horribly. What the Pit was wrong with him? His steel felt as if it had been smelting in a forge for several hours.
Not feeling in the mood for sexual release the Pharaoh swiftly commed his pleasure slaves to leave him be for the night before all but collapsing on his giant berth, too drained to even lift up the mesh covers.
Had he caught ill when he left outside the palace? He certainly did not feel so inimical when waking this morning or anytime during the day. Convincing himself it was not something to massive to be concerned about as it would go away in the morning with some recharge he crawled up to the top of his luxurious berth.
Closing his dazed optics and laying his heated helm onto his mesh pillows was all it took before fevered dreams took a hold of him and the silver mech thought no more.
A/N: Okay, people here's the newest chapter for ya. Sorry for being so late but after all the holidays and no new Transformers Prime episodes to be my muse for my stories up until now, I was caught in a huge nothing storm that hit my brain and continued to whack me over the head with a massive writer's block. I was worried that I lost my mojo with writing so hopefully I didn't while you are reading this. Still this is one of last mostly uneventful chapters, in my opinion mind you, but the next chapters will be picking up some serious speed and drama, I promise you that.
Again, I am disappointed to come back only to see the severe lack of Megatron/Optimus fics and only finding an abundance of horrifying Optimus/*Random Femme*... *Shiver* Uhhhhhggghhh... Disgusting... But! I will try to update whenever I am able to and with a little time you can expect some one-shot stories I had thought up to help satisfy your most likely raging Megatron/Optimus hunger. Peace!