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Beautiful Tragedy
Chapter 5: Red Rust Fever
The quiet night on Cybertron was filled with the sounds of agonized moans, coming from the Pharaoh's personal chambers. Inside his massive berth Megatron tossed and turned in a heated frenzy as his temperature continued to climb to levels of hotness he didn't know had existed.
The Decepticon had evidently caught ill mere hours after his time with the fiery Autobot slave Optimus. The sickness had started small and annoying but it soon grew into a smoldering demon that scorched his senses and warped his thoughts to delirium.
The gun gripped his soft mesh pillows in his black claws, murmuring as he shivered violently, body leaking rivers of shimmering coolant. "Opti... mus... Optimus! OPTIMUS!" the silver mech rambled in a raspy voice as his body thrashed about wildly in his berth, throwing around his sheets in a haphazard knotted mess.
The Pharaoh grasped the spot chest where his spark would be located, gasping as his systems fluttered erratically in the blistering heat. Who exactly was this Optimus he wished so badly for...? The reason alluded him at the moment, but did lessen his desire to see this particular mech.
Megatron tried to get up but simply had no energy and collapsed back on his mammoth berth, whining sharply that he did not the power to merely get up or to fall back into any peaceful sort of slumber to relieve him of his great pain... so instead he continued to suffer under a virus and a heat that drove his mind to endless thoughts about a certain red and blue mech...
Optimus, however, was feeling fairly well after his time with the Decepticon leader, even though he was recharging back in a hard berth back in the slave chambers. Even though he would never admit it out loud without being seen as mad, his thoughts about the Pharaoh were beginning to change. The silver mech was certainly... unusual. That he could manage without too much effort... but sweet and caring...? Not as much.
After being told about what had happened over the course of time to create such monsters in the Decepticons, the red and blue robot didn't like to say it was lies but it was a little difficult to believe he was only just trying to defend his faction when he didn't treat Autobots as harshly as they did or when he saved two slaves forced to fight each other in order to please their masters for his interests no less.
The Autobot didn't like to say he was getting close to Megatron but he wasn't uncomfortable around him... Not when he looked at him with those passionate scarlet optics... Touched him with his gentle big black hands...
Optimus was roughly awakened to the familiar sound of Soundwave and his children, which he strangely mildly missed. The large slave groaned as he sat up and stretched as he listened to the sounds of the other Autobot slaves rising up from their recharge.
After making sure his joints and gears were operating at their fullest the semi turned, seeing a familiar young slave leaving with many other mechs. The yellow mechling still looking a bit tired stopped for a moment to rub his onlining optics before turning his helm in the red and blue mech's direction. Once his vision took in what he saw, his sky-blue optics widened in shock.
"Optimus...?" Bumblebee asked silently, having an expression on his facials appearing to have seen a ghost of some kind.
The semi robot smiled moving to sit on the side of his berth with his pedes touching the floor while giving a small friendly wave to the stupefied fellow slave. "Hello, Bumblebee." he spoke gently.
"Optimus!" the yellow mechling squealed loudly before launching himself at the much larger older robot, embracing him tightly. "I've missed you so much...!" he cried, rubbing his face into the other's ample chest.
"Ohhh... Sweet Bumblebee... Forgive me for frightening you, my young friend... I am fine... as had said I would..." Optimus cooed, rubbing his gentle hands across the overjoyed younger robot's back.
The scream the little car robot had made Ratchet come out of the medical slave chamber to see what was the cause of that commotion. His old sapphire optics extended before his dermas broke out into a beaming grin. "Well I'll be damned, you're still alive and kicking, Optimus." he chuckled both amused and alleviated to see him.
The large Autobot looked up to the elder mech still beaming, feeling simply lightsparked to see his old friends crowd around him. How he relived he felt to see none harmed in any way. "Hello, Ratchet. It is good to see you too." he spoke softly as the ambulance neared him and sat beside him on the berth.
The old Autobot slave medic's optics gazed down and with it his smile as he took the slinky outfit the truck was wearing on his built frame. His old spark cracked a bit inside. It was pleasure slave clothing. Expensive pleasure slave clothing.
Feeling optics scanning his form, the truck turned to face the white and red robot, still cradling an emotionally overcome Bumblebee to his chest. "What is it?" he asked, dreading the look he saw in other's optics.
"I'm so sorry, kid..." Ratchet said pitfully while shaking his helm slightly in sadness.
The red and blue mech's handsome face twisted in confusion before looking down at his latest attire, before sighing a little nettly. "Do not worry. I merely have to wear the outfit, not do anything."
The slave medic's expression tightened atheistically. "And how in the name of Primus almighty, is that possible, Optimus?" he enquired while crossing his arms.
Optimus stopped stroking the yellow Autobot in his arms and resting them on the back of the mechling's helm and back before answering while looking up into space. "I made a deal with the Pharaoh to have the freedom to wander as I please until he has called me back to him." he replied softly, he himself still coming to grips with the outlandish deal with his master. He just hoped he was not being lied to... It happened to him so often it made him doubt ever being able to truly trust any Decepticon...
The ambulance mech tilted his helm to the side, still giving the other larger robot a clear skeptical look but dropped the argument he really wanted to voice. As long as the mech was still alive and apparently watched what he was doing carefully there would no problems... he hoped.
Bumblebee on the other hand, thinking the same as the red and white mech did, did decide to voice his opinion on it in worry and incredulity. "Why? The Pharaoh has never done that." he almost whispered in a pinched voice before looking up to see the truck's expression.
A smile subconsciously worked its way on the large Autobot's dermas without his knowledge before he answered the car robot. "Maybe, he is not all of what he seems." he spoke smoothly before looking down to meet the other's innocent young lazuline optics.
Bumblebee flinched a little and hastily moved out off the loose grip the other mech had on him and looked at other like he had gone crazy. Was he lying? There was no such thing as a kind Decepticon... right? Due to undeniable abuse all Autobots continually suffered under, the mechling decided on the latter. After all, virtually all the mechs who proclaim their masters as perfect and sweet were driven insane in order to better survive their tortures.
It was a sick and twisted way to survive but survival it was and the young mechling had seen his share of insane Autobots. Some had unfortunately been close friends to the car in the past. But, despite being rather disturbing possible that his older friend could be mentally sick or not, he was just very happy to see him alive... even though it still hurt...
It was only a couple of days and already Optimus felt like he had never left his place with his friends. Although he did feel as if they were pitying him for whatever reason. All the looks he had seen in all their sapphire optics were alike the ones they gave to an Autobot who had done something to infuriate their master before they were given an execution order and had only mere days to continue living before they were killed. He gotten these looks especially from Ratchet.
However Bumblebee's behavior was by far the worst. His voice had developed an eerie high-pitched lilt whenever he was around him, that obviously screamed he was forcing himself to be his usual bubbly, energetic self. It hurt the core of his spark to know his young friend was hiding his real feeling around him just for his sake, but there was very little he could do as the small mechling had a habit of disappearing to go somewhere unknown or when he did find him he acted in that weird false happy state before making up a random excuse before scurrying off once again.
Though this behavior around him was slightly disturbing the Autobot really could not blame them for thinking that way after what he had said about the Pharaoh. The Decepticon leader was believed to the worst of the worst of all Decepticons imaginable, Unicron's spawn in mortal flesh, even if they themselves have never met the mech personally. But the red and blue mech knew he wasn't like the stories he was constantly told. He wasn't as horrible at all... and that was kinda the problem...
Nevertheless, over the continuing days the large slave had begun to notice the lack of his master's presence. He had believed the Decepticon leader was so enamored with him he would want him right by his side at all times but he not seen or from him for days now. Something was wrong... He felt it in his spark...
Soundwave was also sensing something was amiss for the past few days as well even though the Pharaoh was known to spend time alone without telling anyone what he was doing. But this was different. No sightings, no calls to himself... The stereo robot inner worry had grown and grown from the continued lack of the silver mech to the it finally developed too large to ignore any longer. He finally left his rarely neglected office to investigate himself, with Astrotrain and Blitzwing behind him for security reasons.
Upon reaching the top floor of Kaon palace they discovered it to be uncannily quiet and dark. There were no Autobot slaves or servants going about their usual day to day tasks. The exotic metal plants decorating the floor were beginning to wilt from the lack of attention. The water fountains strangely off and deathly still and the violet plasma lanterns where dimmed to the point of being off entirely from their tiny weak flames severely needing to be refueled.
Immediately all of the sights that greeted all of their collective optics increased the tension in their armor in all three Decepticon tenfold. Astrotrain walked a careful few paces forward before his companion Blitzwing followed right behind him. Both were crouched defensive positions in case of danger or ambushes if that turned out to be the case.
The Vizer followed at a much slower pace then the other mechs, carefully taking in his surroundings with a stern, vexed expression under his vizor and mask. Why weren't the Autobot slaves tending to jobs? Did they somehow dispatch their master somehow? It was not unheard of for the blue robot to receive reports from his scribes telling of Autobots attacking and possibly killing their Decepticon masters when they became too distracted or uncoodinated to defend themselves.
Megatron was a powerful warrior, one of the very best, but he was beginning to dampen his strength and training due to his moderately changing behavior regarding the slave Optimus...
A loud scream ripped violently through the unearthly hush and startled the Decepticons. It was undoubtably the Pharaoh's. Alarmed at the sound of their king in such great pain he would actually yell out, the two guards rushed to the gun robot's personal chambers, slamming the great golden doors wide open to see a horrifying sight that iced the very energon oil in their wires cold.
The silver mech was shaking in random violent spasms, twisting his coolant soaked pewter armor around on his colossal berth which was riddled with nasty gashes from his sharp claws. Powerful ruby optics unfocused and wild, darkened with harsh sickness, mouth open, panting out rapid vents of clearly visible hot air, clothes and cape torn horribly from his thrashes and was whispering in a gruff voice various unselective words to nobody in particular.
"...Op... timus... I... can not...! Optimus! Come to me...! Come..." the massive Decepticon ranted turning to his side, gripping a battering mesh pillow tightly. He needed this mech... He needed him now...!
The Decepticon guards watched with fear as their Pharaoh babbled like a lunatic for the slave in question. Both were terrified of the situation they were in and were truly afraid of how best to act without harsh consequence.
Feeling a little brave Blitzwing neared his shivering lord's side. "U-Ummm... Sire...? Are you-?" he meekly began before a maddened scream cut him off.
"I WANT OPTIMUS!" the gun mech roared actually snarling his denta like a frenzied animech, slavering from the mouth.
The Decepticon instantly bolted back, fearing a vicious strike. The guards shivered in fright before the raving Megatron until Soundwave calmly but grimly walked in.
"Vizer Soundwave... I... I don't know how to deal with this...!" Blitzwing spoke hopelessly with fear evident on his face.
The Vizer's features stiffened even more before turning his attention back to his king. He strode fearlessly toward the growling silver mech and sat beside him.
"Bring him to me... NOW!" the gun shrieked before his intense fever took away his energy again, causing him to spasm from the overexertion on his strained overheating inner systems and drop back down panting sharply while clutching his chest plates.
"B-But my Lord Megatron, the slave might have some medical knowledge but is not an actual doctor!" Astrotrain studdered feebly.
When his order had not been obeyed to bring the mech he desired with ardor to him, Megatron decided to react violently. The pair scattered away from the pillow that was thrown at them like it was a live grenade. Yes it was just pillows now but if got his hands on something more blunt and heavy...
The stereo watched the display with a sad sense of nostalgia. He had seen this type of behavior before in his sire and was hoping, praying it didn't develop into the same situation. Simply by sitting near the larger Decepticon he could feel the immoderate heat coming from his steel. "He is very sick and most definitely requires expert medical care. However, if he proceeds to struggle and rile himself it will further sicken him." the blue robot spoke firmly before standing up and turning to leave.
"W-Where are you going Lord Vizer...?" Astrotrain asked terrified of the thought of being left alone to deal with a massive crazed Decepticon leader.
"To the slave chambers. Watch him for a moment until I return with he desires so badly." Soundwave spoke as marched over with gusto to the elevator. When the Vizer came out of the elevator on the bottom level, he was met with gradual silence by the Autobots in chamber sensing the serious aura coming off the Decepticon. Completely ignoring the slaves nearby he walked through the medical chamber up to the slave medic he was aware Optimus was familiar with resided inside. "Where is he?" the blue mech asked brusquely to the white and red mech who turned to him with an annoyed expression.
Knowing exactly who the stereo mech was referring to felt sudden protectiveness toward the young mech scowled contumaciously. "Why does that matter to you, My Lord?" the ambulance robot growled slightly feeling agitation well up in his chest.
"It matters a lot if you do not tell where his at once, Autobot..." Soundwave hissed. When he was continually given only a stern look of defiance and icy silence from the Autobot, the Decepticon raised his hand to in a coming gesture of warning of fierce punishment.
"Stop, Ratchet." Optimus spoke coming out of the medic chamber at the exact moment the blue robot almost slapped the elder mech for his defiance. The truck walked up to the Vizer tranquilly and looked into his optics unafraid. "What do want with me, Master?" he asked calm, picking up the urgency in the other's aura.
The stereo mech lowered his hand to his side and cleared his throat tubing to regain his cool composure. "His Majesty has been requesting your presence in his personal chambers." he said blandly.
The Autobot slave felt his chassis stiffen at the words he had just processed. Why did Megatron suddenly want him in his personal chamber...? He couldn't have gone on his deal to not violate him did he...? No. No, he would see what his master really wanted before jumping to conclusions. He really didn't want to hurt him again by lashing out too quickly at something that wasn't at all what he thought... He hastily buried that last part in his mind.
Clearing his mind of unnecessary clutter the semi spoke in the dutiful tone he used with all Decepticons. "Very well. Take me to him."
Without a sound, Soundwave simply nodded then turned on his heel strut to go back into the elevator upstairs. While walking the red and blue saw the faces of the slaves as he passed them. He spied Bumblebee far off in the back had his small back to him, shivering in fright.
Optimus frowned sadly and looked away. Their friendship was becoming a little strained. It hurt...
Not a single word was spoken from either mech in the elevator. During of which the slave's mind went wild with dozens of horrible thoughts of what was waiting for him in his master's personal chambers. Logically he kept telling himself, none of them seemed really likely.
When the elevator had stopped at its destination the Decepticon walked fairly briskly without a single sound to the Pharaoh's personal chambers, with the large Autobot a few feet right behind him. Soundwave stopped in the open door and the red and blue mech came in beside him and his jaw unhinged.
The floor around Megatron's colossal was now littered with several broken objects that all appeared quite valuable and the silver mech himself was fighting back the Decepticons Blitzwing and Astrotrain as if his life depended on it. The gun snarled unpleasantly and flung another priceless vase from one of the dressers beside his berth at Blitzwing when he tried to approach him yet again. "No! Stay away from me! Optimus! Only Optimus!" he bellowed at the top of his ragged air intakes.
Optimus merely could only watch in a stunned silence at the scene he was witnessing, mouth slightly agape. He had never seen such a spectacle from the Decepticon or any Cybertronian for that matter. The Pharaoh himself appeared to have completely gone mad from a virus.
"Sire! Please stop! He is here with us! The slave, Optimus!" Astrotrain shouted over the chaos to his king.
The silver mech froze in-between one of his many throws. "He is here...?" he asked unable to tell as to him they all appeared as colorful fuzzy blobs. But he sensed him... He sensed the large Autobot's spark nearby...
"Yes!" the purple mech said exasperated throwing his large arms in the air.
The gun robot smiled eccentrically happily, letting the object he currently had in his claw roll out of his relaxed grip, laying down softly on his virtually destroyed berth. "Good..." the large Decepticon breathed in relief. He was here now... The truck was nearby...
The other Decepticons looked to the red and blue mech to see if he was brave enough to approach the now sedated but highly unpredictable Pharaoh. The slave intaked a bit to steady his jumping nerve wiring then neared his master bravely.
Megatron mewled sensing Optimus draw near, his internals twitching in joy feeling the indent of the other's body crawl upon his berth to sit beside him. "...Optimus..." he cooed dulcetly for the other to acknowledge him back.
The Autobot gave his master a soothing expression before turning back toward the Decepticons. "Please leave. I think if I alone remain with him he shall not hurt himself anymore. Don't fear for the Pharaoh's safety. I will not harm him. I give you my very word."
The two Decepticon guards glared angrily at the temerity of daring to give them a command, more so at the idea of leaving the Decepticon leader all alone with a slave. Soundwave grabbed the large more muscular mechs by the arms to prevent them from moving to attack the Autobot, causing them both to turn to the Vizer confused. The blue mech gave the red and blue robot a stern nod and led the other Decepticons out of the room while closing the doors behind them.
The silence that remained was broken by the wheezing of the unfit robot that was soon heard by the truck in the personal chambers. The silver mech whimpered when he was ignored. "...Optimus...?" he croaked in a broken voice, barely able to lift his arms up to grab and hold the colorful blur that was his favorite Autobot slave.
Optimus sighed softly at being left alone and turned back to the larger robot whimpering behind him, gently touching his weak frantically reaching hands with a soft touch of his own. "Yes, it is me, My Lord. I'm right here." he assured the sickly gun mech.
The large Decepticon crooned to himself in relief at being answered. He really was here... Touching him... Talking to him... "Yes..." he breathed daintily as if his tantrum of rage moments ago was but a silly dream. "Come closer to me... Come here... Please..." the silver robot whispered, hungry for more of the other.
The Autobot thought it was unwise to get closer, as he possibly could behave violently in his uneven state of mind. Instead he asked a question to try to distract the Pharaoh from his incessant need to grab him. "You have called me from adrift the insanity of your illness. So... What do want of me?"
The Decepticon darkened optics gave a brief flash in anger when the slave loosely disobeyed his order to come any closer and looked at him with an nettled expression on his face. "...You... I want you...!" he hissed, his rage steadily growing when his hands were mildly batted away.
The red and blue robot blinked confused at that. "Why? Why do not want an actual doctor?" he asked honestly, wondering why his master would not wish for treatment from his doctors but from him. The Autobot had enough medical knowledge to get by but nothing truly skilled or advanced.
The gun mech growled moodily, slightly baring his fangs. Why didn't he get it? He needed him! Only him! "I... wanted only... you... Just you..." he repeated until his voice died.
Again the truck was silent in a bewildered quiet several minutes before he answered. "I... don't understand..." he said hushed, hearing his own spark pounding. Why did he need him so fragging badly...?
Megatron narrowed his darkened optics open to faintly glowing slivers and looked at Optimus' confused and surprisingly worried expression. In a temporary burst of energy he lunged his hands forward to the Autobot slave's face.
The Pharaoh wailed discovering the slave had his mask on his face. Why did he wear that damned thing over his beauty? It wasn't something he should hide from him... He just wanted to the Autobot's pretty face... So bad...
The silver mech tightened his dry cracking derma in outward frustration. "Optimus... Come here damn it..." he whispered wildly, softly gesturing for the other to come closer to him.
Thinking over wether or not it would be wise to get any nearer to a sick Decepticon but thought if he was going to start another tantrum he should obey it. The semi moved cautiously closer to his master's face, dreading what might happen. "Yes...?" he inquired softly.
Finally seeing his command obeyed, the gun broke into a joyful smile. "Can you please... show me your face...? Please...? Just once..."
Optimus looked at him strangely. All he wanted was just to see his face? If it calmed him down... He sighed and removed his mask by pushing the hidden latches to release the metal plate completely before setting it down on a stand nearby. "There. Is that better?" he inquired hoping it worked.
The large Decepticon breathed exhilarated at the blurry but gorgeous sight and stretched his weakened hands out again toward the other's face, fingers clumsily touching the facial plating. "So... cruel you are... to hide this from me... So cruel indeed..." he spoke indistinctly while thumbing over plump silver dermas.
Uncomfortable showing his open facials to an ill Decepticon so intent on touching him with possibly virus contaminated servos, the slightly smaller Autobot shifted to move away a bit.
The Pharaoh's optics flashed at the motion to move back. He was not leaving! Lifting a hand as quick as lightning, he grabbed the back of the slave's helm and slammed his lips against the other mech's, heavily inapt and uncoordinated. "...I... adore you... my dear, Optimus... You have no clue... No clue at all..." he breathed to the utterly stunned truck robot's beautiful facials.
The red and blue mech recovered from his shock and flinched back from the highly unexpected kiss, optics wide and floored beyond words as he quickly wiped his dermal plates with the back of hand. "M-My Lord!" he exclaimed face as red as rose.
The silver robot outstretched for him again, trying to comfort the smaller mech although it would most likely frighten the other even more. "Don't be scared... I will never harm you, my sweet..." he spoke consolingly.
Optimus batted the hands away from his chassis again and pressed the back of his hand to feel the extent of fever from his master's scorching helm. "You have Red Rust Fever... You show all the very obvious symptoms." he said seriously while backing off when the hands once again attempted to wrest his frame in someway once again, ignoring the whine he got for it from Megaton.
The silver mech complained loudly at being denied to touch the lovely Autobot slave's lovely curvy frame. He desired to touch it so dreadfully, it burned worse than his damned fever...!
"I don't currently have the medicine I need to treat this so I have to leave for a moment to get some from our medic downstairs to help break that fever before you go into an emergency stasis and never reboot. Do you understand? I will right back." the slave spoke acquiescently as he rose and moved off the mammoth berth to leave.
The Pharaoh tried to rise off his berth to go after the departing red and blue robot but his energy was in the single digits and threatening his systems to go into stasis. But he didn't care... He just wanted to hold Optimus... Keep him in his arms forever and never let go... "Please... Don't leave me..." he whimpered.
The semi gazed back to him and sadly shook his helm. "I'm sorry, My Lord, but I must. I have to get you some medicine from downstairs. I will gone for a few minutes but I will be back soon, do not worry." he whispered consolingly but apologetically as well, praying he did not throw a huge fit for leaving.
Decepticon nearly on the verge of leaking tears mewled like a lonesome sparkling, feebly trying to go after the beautiful Autobot would now seemed so far away from him. Why was he leaving him...? Why...? He couldn't leave...! No! "...No... Come back... Please..." he cried piteously.
Optimus physically winced at the miserable puling for him to stay beside him as he turned to leave for the medicine he knew Ratchet kept in the slave medic chamber. "I must go, if you are to well again..." he spoke softly literally forcing his frozen frame to move forward to his destination.
Megatron's optics extended before he screamed deplorably. "Noooo! Come back to me! OPTIMUS!"
The large Autobot numbly walked out of the elevator to an almost empty slave chamber as this the typical time when the Autobot slaves would have gone to their daily chores for the day. Which was perfect to the semi as he didn't what to become discouraged by doubting optics.
The red and blue mech walked into the medical area, believing it to be desolate when a voice near him made him jump and swiftly turn to the noise. His muscle cables eased when he saw that it only Ratchet with of whom was originally just going over some data pads until he saw the slave come in.
"What's wrong, Optimus? You look so... unnerved." the old Autobot medic asked stifling his massive worry for the worst.
Optimus swallowed an painful lump in his throat tubing before he answered. "It's the Pharaoh. He's very ill with Red Rust Fever."
The ambulance mech let out a dry laugh at the news that greeted his audio sensors.
The truck felt a harsh sting in his spark at the mockery and scowled slightly. A mech in agony was nothing to laugh about, no matter who it was. "That's very rude, Ratchet." he grumbled icily.
The red and white mech waved a dismissive hand. "So what? It's not our problem his royal aft is sick. Why? Do you care?" he asked incrediously at the leer the other was slightly granting him.
The red and blue robot dropped his gaze, unable to look at him. Of course he cared about an injured mech.
Seeing this reaction Ratchet's face fell into an atheistic expression. "So... you are going to help him recover...?" he asked unbelieving.
"Yes." Optimus replied simply going back to searching in the cabinets for the Red Rust Fever anti-virus medicine.
The ambulance was quiet for a few moments. "...You're kidding right?" he asked even though the other's behavior told him answer without the need to ask it.
The younger Autobot shook helm. "No. I am not joking." he said firmly at last finding the medicine he needed tucked away in the back. After a several weeks worth of anti-virus medicine into a large bowl as well grabbing a few medical towels and cups and placing them all on a large tray, he picked it up and turned around and walked past the silent ambulance..
The semi mech returned to the elevator holding the tray sternly in his hands and walking to the Pharaoh's personal chambers. Taking a deep intake to help brace for the unknown before walking in and coming across another sight that stopped him in his place. It was the sight of his master cradling himself as if his world had just ended.
He was the mighty Decepticon, Megatron gripping his legs to his chest, burying his face into his thick knee joints, his massive silver back plates shaking from his sobs.
Optimus felt immense pity for the silver mech who's mind had seemed to recede back to sparklinghood. "My Lord..." he whispered placing the tray of medical materials on a nearby undamaged dresser while gripping the cube of anti-virus medicine and quickly pouring a bit into a small cup. He had no doubt the other had just thrown another fit and now on emergency energy.
The Pharaoh twitched when he heard a deep sad voice. Looking up he saw through his even more blurry optics the mech he spark screamed for, who had left him, all alone, moving toward him. His fogged dark crimson optics widened before he scowled viscously, baring his fanged denta in pain. "You left me alone!" he sobbed before weeping into his hands.
The large slave was very much taken aback by the extremely outlandish demeanor he had to deal with but he did not falter. He really needed help getting that fever under control and he needed it now. His strange behavior would not deter him from giving it. "I'm sorry I left, Master... but I have gotten your very much needed medicine." he spoke taking a seat next to his master.
Medicine... He didn't care for it... "Burn in the Pit..." the silver robot growled stubbornly which would have been quite intimidating if not for the fact he was heavily delirious with fever as he pushed away the cup afforded to him to drink.
"Please... It will make you feel so much better." the Autobot spoke with desperation lacing his tone as his attempts to feed him the blue liquid was forced away.
The gun continued to growl bitterly before a gentle blue cool hand grasped his chin and turned his face toward the red and blue mech's open concerned face.
"Don't be so incorrigible, Master... I'm trying to aid you... Let me help you..." Optimus whispered worryingly, not caring he was showing so much emotion toward the other larger mech. He just wanted to save him...!
Megatron's darkened cerise optics widened at the sheer tenderness of the Autobot's concern he saw in his gentle lazuline optics.
"Please..." the slave asked pleadingly as soft as the highest quality silk sheets against slightly parted shocked lips, mere centimeters apart from joining.
The Pharaoh gasped, dermas parting just enough for Optimus to slip in the anti-virus medicine into his oral chambers without causing him to choke. Gentle pressure to his throat tubing made it contract and swallow the blue liquid.
The Autobot slave grinned in happy relief, venting his fears seeing his master successfully ingest the much needed medicine. "There we go... Now you need to recharge for the vaccine to online in your chassis systems." he spoke soothingly as the anti-virus medicine took almost instant effect in the other mech's weary systems.
"No... I... must... keep... you..." the silver robot whispered, voice draining with every second before fading completely from the severe lack of energy and the drowsy effects of the medicine.
The semi shushed him with a maternal tone and a blue finger gently pressed to his lips before gathering the sickly Decepticon into his strong arms, laying his helm against his ample chest.
The gun mech gave one last weak struggle then fell into emergency stasis from the anti-virus, which begin the virus scrub as he recharged.
Even though Megatron's high fever had broken down several degrees on the second day, he was still much too ill to be left alone for very long. His fever may have broken but the virus itself still remained and had to carefully watched to make sure the obstinate silver mech didn't injury himself.
During the long periods of time his master slumbered, when Optimus busied himself with cleaning around the Pharaoh's personal chambers as well as taking small naps on the berth next to his master, he wondered how the gun mech had caught Red Rust Fever. He recalled that it was a fairly common illness that mainly Autobots caught because of their mostly outside duties. Because of catching it usually in late sparklinghood and early mechlinghood and being around in the rusty outdoors so often, Autobot built up strong immune systems.
It was quite rare for Decepticons to catch due to being inside their estates, lavished by their slaves and servants and as such did not develop as strong immune systems as the Autobots did. For Decepticons the virus can be quite fatal if caught and left untreated long enough.
For the most part, Megatron, like so many of his Decepticon brethren, lived inside the majority of his long life. However he did leave Kaon palace for an extended period of time in a heavily rusted area and did have contact with unclean Autobots, namely the two forced gladiators when he took them under his wing. Then... there was the kiss the red and blue robot had given him in exchange for his freedom to wander as he pleased.
Even though it was a very slim chance he was the possible source of his master's sickness, the truck robot couldn't help but feel a little bit responsible.
Several days had passed in what seemed like several centuries for the Autobot slave and Decepticon leader. Deep in the late morning, the ill Pharaoh groaned and onlined his bleary deep ruby optics. His processor was throbbing awfully and his body felt sore and tender as well as underused from being berthridden for many days at a time. When the fuzziness of his optics slowly focused and cleared he saw a sight next to him that made his spark jump.
Optimus, in his personal chambers, gently recharging nearby atop the mesh sheets of his berth. He was sleeping so peacefully... Not in the least tense or uncomfortable as what he was somewhat familiar with.
Why was here...? Megatron lifted his hand weakly to stroke the serene face before him. He was not dreaming this was he...? Oh, please Primus let this not be just another cruel recharge dream to torture him with...
The slave twitched from the light touch to his still open facials before stirring and onlining his optics to see his master awake, gently stroking his face. His crimson optics displayed clarity for the first time in several days. "Your fever has completely broken and you are no longer delirious... The worst is finally over... That's great..." he grinned sleepily but maligned all the same as he sat up and stretched.
Fever? Delirium? The Pharaoh puzzled trying to remember being his time being ill but found nothing except the pain he had endured but his actions were blank and grey.
The Autobot wrung an ice cold wet towel in his hands before placing it gently on the larger Decepticon's forehelm in case of aftereffects. As the truck rose up from the berth to get the some light-grade energon from a dispenser he had found to blend in with medicine, the silver robot spoke in a scratchy deep voice. "...Optimus..."
"Yes?" the red and blue mech answered as he was pouring the amount of the anti-virus medicine he needed from a cube into a small cup of energon for him to drink.
"What... have I... been..." Megatron tried to speak before whatever little voice he had managed to summon failed.
Optimus crawling back on the monstrously large berth, being extra careful not to spill the purplish liquid in the cup he was carrying. "You are infected with Red Rust Fever. The fever was very high for several days, causing you to fall into delirium. Luckily your fever finally broke, meaning the worst is finally over." he said letting a spark of happiness appear in his voice.
"But why... did you come... to me...?" the Decepticon asked, wondering that if even by a small chance the Autobot slave had come to his side because he might have begun to grow fond of him, to of which he truly hoped was the reason and not just because he needed medical attention. Oh, Primus yes, he wished that was the reason.
"Because you were so frantically calling me from the peak of your fever." the red and blue mech said honestly. 'That and I couldn't stand to see you in suffering in so much pain...' he continued in his processor.
That wasn't the answer he wanted. "Yes... but why did you... answer my call... when I was... so weak...? You could have taken... the rare opportunity that was presented... and fled... like the Autobot servants... that serve me here." the gun spoke weakly, faintly recalling fleeing mechs in his recovering memory banks.
The semi stopped for a moment suddenly realizing the sudden absence of the other Autobots on this floor for the first time since he came up here. They might have fled in fear of catching the illness the silver robot was inflicted with but might also have taken the rare chance in his weakness to escape. It was certainly not unheard of. "I just don't like seeing a mech in so much pain to suffer... besides... I had to keep my word and come to you whenever you call me. I am a mech of my word." he answered honestly.
Megatron blinked in genuine surprise then smiled endearingly. He did care... "Indeed... and I am thankful... you came..." he spoke huskily, ruby optics sparkling.
Optimus blushed at the tender look delivered to him and looked away shyly. "Y-You're welcome..." he replied back timidly.
The large Decepticon's face suddenly fell into a state of worry. "Did... I... do anything... shameful... to you... while I... was delirious...?" he asked concerned than he might have made himself into a complete aft at the height of his sickness in front of the Autobot.
The red and blue mech froze for a moment considering his options of responses. What was going to tell him? That his master, the son of the Fallen, the ruler of all the Decepticons for nearly four days was sobbing and screaming akin to a mere sparkling?
Even though he was a very honest mech, he simply couldn't tell the Pharaoh the truth. Not that he was afraid of any punishment for seeing him in such a state but to hurt his pride for maybe seeing or hearing something he really shouldn't have about him. The red and blue robot had heard an old myth while ago in his youth, that a mech in heavy delirium is one who reveals who he really is inside his spark with nothing disguised.
After a moment devoted to inner thought Optimus spoke. "It... was just delirium, My Lord. Many things were said but I can forget them without a second thought if it bothers you." he spoke comfortingly, though in his mind he didn't want to forget what he had seen.
The gun robot made a face for a second but let it go and looked away. "That... would probably be best..." he mumbled.
The smaller Autobot nodded understanding, deciding to end the sensitive subject before it possibly grew hostile.
For many long minutes that seemed like an eternity the silver mech felt the need to ask something he had been meaning to ask the slave when he was comfortable enough around him to ask without being backlashed. "...Optimus... do you... like me...?" he spoke quietly.
The truck mech sighed setting the cup to a stand beside him and laying down the berth on his back. "...I will not lie to you and tell you I have not before the time I have spent with you, believed you were a good person... but... you've surprised again and again with acts no mech with an icy cold spark would do. You did not deserve pain you suffered as you've done no harm to others that didn't merit it themselves. Besides as I have said before, I hate seeing others in pain." he said proudly, knowing full well he didn't really answer his master's question because he didn't know himself.
The Decepticon chuckled a bit before he started coughing. He was so shy he was avoiding by not answering him directly. He let it slide for now as it was cute. However, one day he would want a honest answer to that question, with no hiding. "You are an unusual mech..." he murmured amusingly mostly to himself.
Optimus flushed with annoyance at being called weird and grabbed the cup full of medicine and energon. "I know, I know, now be silent so you can drink your medicine." he snipped as he tipped it over Megatron's parted dermas, staring longer than he should have at the mesmerizing sight of his master's lips and neck cables moving to swallow the purple liquid.
When finished the gun robot looked up to see a brief moment of hypnotic interest in his fueling before the red and blue mech break his gaze away. A small amused smirk crossed his face plates.
"Are you going to kiss me, Optimus? You certainly appear to want to." the silver robot laughed clearly throat no longer dry and scratchy, poking fun at the Autobot.
The slave blushed embarrassed. He had already kissed him when he was delirious! But he as sure as Primus wasn't giving him that information for more verbal ammunition.
Spurred on by unruliness he was receiving in return the gun continued. "Or... how about another bath with me?"
Still flushed with stymie the truck glared. "May I ask why?" he asked hotly.
"Because I have sitting here in my old coolant fluids for several days my dear. The grease that built up and dried is quite unpleasant to my olfactory sensors." the Decepticon spoke factly.
Optimus made a face when for no absolute reason he could justify, he neared to smelt the scent and pulled away rather disgusted. "Okay, I believe you. Hook your arm around my neck, Master and I'll carry you."
Megatron smiled at how easy it was to be able to touch the other. A few days ago it was a fight to simply talk civilly and touching blantidly rejected. Now it just a light banter in the most to do anything with him. It there was thing he would possibly thank about catching such a horrid affliction, it was making the Autobot come rushing to his rescue and nurture him, dare he say, lovingly.
When inside the large slave bathing chamber and began stripping off the Pharaoh's old torn clothes and stained jewelry, tossing them to the side in a pile. The red and blue mech stood back up and accidently took in his master's nude form. Without all the jewels and garments the Decepticon appeared slightly smaller than he ordinarily was but still had a very strong presence.
The truck grunted as he softly lifted and placed his master down to sit on a step with the warm water up to his midsection before sitting down himself on a step behind him and began washing the caked on muck on his master's back with some discarded soap in his hands.
A loud moan and Megatron sharply leaning forward startled Optimus in grabbing him in case he fell. "Are you okay, Master?" he asked wondering if he possibly moved from the berth too soon.
The Pharaoh shivered in pleasure as the other's touch. "Yes... Yes. I'm sorry if I startled you... It just... felt so good I couldn't control myself." he panted.
"I-It feels that good...?" the Autobot slave asked meekly, trying with all his strength to not watch and feed the fantasies developing in his CPU.
"Mmmmm... Yesssss..." the silver robot breathed heatedly, ruby optics closing. His mind dwindling down his sensors to only feel what was being done to his muscular steel body. Oh, Primus, did his hands feel good...
The red and blue mech again found himself just watching his master's every movement as he washed his dirty back plates. The gentle motion of his venting through his intakes moving through his strong neck down to his broad chest plate, the sensation of thick taunt muscle cables alleviating under his touch and the rich scent unique to the large Decepticon alone was beginning to appear under the much less appealing aroma. It smelled of the purest platinum and passion fruit. It was lovely...
Working his way around to the front, the truck noticed the gun robot was starting to lean more and more into his arms. Was he that good at bathing him? Or was that simply the extent of his current strength? Maybe both.
Optimus blinked when he realized Megatron had just dozed off in his arms as he was cleaning the front of his silver chassis when he heard a slight snore. Up close the large Autobot saw that the expensive dark kohl he had always covered his optic shutters with had left a permanent dark outline around his optics, framing the powerful rubies in a canonizing shadow. He was quite handsome...
The Autobot shook his helm to rid the traitorous thought. What in Primus' holy name was he doing? Thinking of his master in such a manner? Why not, was what he was beginning to answer it with.
During his nursing of Megatron's recovering health Optimus had run out of the anti-virus medicine. True the worst was over and had no real reason to worry anymore but slave did not want to be too careful. Before the Pharaoh awakened later in the morning as was becoming habitual to the Decepticon, the red and blue mech descended down to the slave chambers in the elevator and went inside the slave medic chambers, where the Autobot slaves had already being worked on by their sole doctor to noticed the visitor.
With the exception of the Autobot slave medic himself who raised his head to see the truck mech go to the cabinets for the necessary anti-virus medicine he required all the while with a tiny but very noticeable grin was on his face.
Even though he was currently preoccupied with his patients this didn't slip past Ratchet's keen optics at all. Why was mech smiling so lightsparkedly? He was in direct company of the Pharaoh himself. The fact he was grinning like Primus had kissed him on the cheek was plain... disturbing.
Out of nowhere the ambulance spoke as the younger mech rifled through to the different medicines to find the one he was after. "...I think you're falling for the monster." he spoke cold and stern, hoping the semi would hear him.
Optimus who was not really paying any attention to his surroundings spoke reasonably quick. He really was not hoping to listen to anymore demoralizing talk of what he was doing. "You're malfunctioning." he snipped at the elder mech shortly before finding the anti-virus medicine he needed once again.
"Optimus... Tread carefully for Primus' sake, he is infamous for attacking when you least have expected him to. Despite whatever he does and says, he is still a Decepticon. Descendant of the worst one that ever existed." the red and white robot warned.
The larger Autobot's sapphire optics moved and looked at the ambulance for a instant before looking away. "...I understand that." he said back quietly before leaving with medicine cradled in his arms.
The slave doctor shook his head. That mech was going to kill himself, how, when and where he did not know but the old Autobot felt it in his weary circuits...
As he rose up in the elevator the words Ratchet had said seemed to at last seep into his CPU. Was it really all just a very convincing act? Ratchet had been a servant to the Decepticon leader for many, many centuries, maybe even during the Fallen's reign. But it couldn't all just be a well thought out plan to attack him... No Decepticon he had ever met looked at him with such passion and profundity, not even the best liars could fake such looks.
Arriving on the top floor he moved automatically with no conscious thought toward the Pharaoh's personal chambers, pushing the golden doors open with his shoulder armor.
Megatron smiled when saw his favorite Autobot slave return then frowned in concern seeing his current mood. Why was he upset? Did something happen? "Optimus...? What is wrong?" he inquired worried.
The large slave set down the medicine he was holding down on the tray on the dresser before he moved with his optics staring blankly at the plush carpeting below, onto the berth. "My Lord... I... I really want to know something..." he asked seriousness dripping in his voice.
Feeling a sense of dread well up in his spark at what was possibly going to be asked still replied. "Yes...?" the Decepticon said.
The smaller Autobot swallowed a thick lump of emotions in his throat tubing before he spoke. "If you got bored of me... No... When you get bored of me... would you simply throw me away?" he asked quietly, refusing to look into his master's powerful optics as he did.
The silver mech's optics opened fully to look at the other incrediously as he bolted upright even though it hurt to do so. "What? What sort of nonsense is this? Get bored of you...? I would never dare it!" he exclaimed outraged that he was such a nasty thing from the one mech that had entranced him, processor, frame and spark.
"Then why are you so fixated on treating me like I'm the most precious jewel when I and the other Autobots you own are as common as rocks and have literally been used as actual stepping stones!" Optimus suddenly blurted out, simply from all the years of being lied to, used and hurt. He was so tried of the farce he felt around Decepticons. He just wanted to know if this was not indeed a cruel lie... he just couldn't take anymore lies...
Megatron watched the Autobot slave vent heavily to try to regain control of his composure. "Optimus..." he spoke softly as his spark twisted at the optic cleaning fluid that was being forced down in the other's optics.
"Optimus, look at me..." the silver mech gently grabbed the truck mech's face in his large black hands. Those hurt azure optics refused to meet his for a few minutes until they hesitantly looked up and locked with cerise ones.
"You are by no means ordinary. You are a selfless, kind, brave mech and trust me I have seen millions upon millions of robots. Not one spark shines as bright as yours." the gun spoke authentically directly from his spark.
The red and blue mech was quiet for the longest time before he spoke in an emotionally choked voice. "But... Why...?"
"...I... I do not know why..." Megatron said confounded. He didn't know he liked him, he just did. There was no actual reason why.
Optimus not satisfied with the answer frowned, optics flashing an annoyed gleam as he pulled out of the other's grip on his face. "That is not an answer." he hissed.
"But I do not know... truly..." the Pharaoh spoke pondering a bit of what would satisfy the slave before turning back to look at the other directing in the azure optics. "There is just something I can not possibly explain. My spark seems to simply know when I see you. That it senses that you stand out more than other Autobots, like a crystal rose than looks the same as all of its brethren but seems to shine more beautifully than the others..."
The semi robot was quiet, not really knowing how or if he could respond to the answer he received but deemed it good enough. He gave the cup of medicine and energon to his master who was now strong enough to grip objects again. Once more he found himself entranced by the sight of his master sipping the liquid.
The larger silver mech looked up feeling the Autobot's optics on him. The Decepticon raised an optic ridge in amusement. He was watching him again... "You appear to really like the sight of me fueling, my dear Optimus." he purred amorously.
The truck broke his gaze to the side. Yes, he liked it but that didn't mean he had to tell him that.
"...Would you like to share a true kiss now that I'm perfectly lucid and mildly strengthened?" the gun chuckled, setting the now empty cup to the side on stand nearby then leaning on his side rather temptingly.
Optimus flinched at the suggestion, glaring to himself for allowing his emotions to shine through and then be targeted. "...I ...I don't think so, My Lord." he spoke stubbornly.
"What makes you hesitate? You did kiss on my cheek as I recall a while back." the Pharaoh purred. The other's resolve to deny what he was really feeling was cracking awfully.
"I-I was simply trying to repay the good deeds you have done for me... and others..." the smaller Autobot slave replied meekly, toying with his fingers in a desperate attempt to control himself.
"Then is because I am still slightly sick?" Megatron continued in a teasing singing like tone. He was going to break. He could feel it.
The Autobot inwardly wincing the words. He did not fear the Red Rust Fever virus. He caught it a long time ago and gained his immunity to it. It was... something else entirely. It was himself crossing the final lines, the final boundaries. "...Not exactly."
"...Then why? Please do understand I do not want to upset you. I will keep my promise and not stray into areas deemed inappropriate." the silver robot said softly. 'Stop being so afraid. Neither Primus or Unicron will strike you down for it.'
The red and blue mech blushed red hot, disliking the nervous notion he made by sucked his bottom derma nervously. "I... I will allow kissing as long you keep your promise..." he spoke quietly, wondering if Unicron was possessing his frame to move to his will because it surely did not feel of his own.
Megatron heard this and grinned proudly. He was making progress at last! "I will." he whispered back before taking the slave's helm into his hands, turning him back to face him. Their jeweled glass eyes gazed deep into each other before the Pharaoh pressed his lips against his.
The Autobot hadn't the faintest idea as to why he was not shoving the Decepticon away or questioning why he had even agreed to be kissed. But... thought couldn't last against those sinful plump lips. His master may not have had his entire strength back yet but the raw talent he possessed was still there. He could not help but moan around the dermas crushing his own.
The larger mech in control smirked at the noise. Oh how he craved to hear it again and again... but a promise was a promise. Until the fiery slave he languished for so badly allowed him to touch of his own free will, his hands would never touch the shapely ivory aft and royal blue panel.
The semi robot clung to him, wanting to feel more of the pleasure given but eventually, he found his processor his own once more and weakly managed to convince his metal body to push away. His face plates flushed rose and mouth open panting out hot air from his heated internals.
The gun mech groaned pleased down to his very core. "Magnificent..." he purred, licking his lips to savor the remaining flavor still on his lips. So tender and redolent...
Optimus didn't reply. He had done it. He had broken the last barrier he had put up around spark. He had crossed the final line... and he didn't care. Because he liked it. He actually liked it.
Megatron slid down to lay on his side on the berth before looking up at his Autobot sweetly. "Do you wish to come under the sheets with me tonight...?"
The red and blue robot grinned back in spite of himself before laying down himself. He gave in. It was just easier to maintain his sanity to do such. "...I... suppose... You will not attempt anything I hope as I recharge..." he spoke bashfully and playfully. He already knew the Pharaoh wasn't going to do anything, he was saying that to tease him.
The massive Decepticon chuckled a little. His dear mech was beginning to play with him now. It was so adorable... "No. Just recharge." he spoke gently before yawning widely and lifting the covers to cover the other mech and his own armor.
The semi slid under the fine silk mesh blankets, making himself as comfortable as he could in his own master's bed. Primus... the things he could be punished for doing such an atrocious act, but no longer cared and the berth itself felt so heavenly it drew him hard and fast to recharge.
That was until he felt warm powerful arms suddenly wrapped themselves around his waist, startling him. Optimus turned his head around to tell the Pharaoh off for doing so but saw that the larger mech was already asleep. The red and blue mech's argument died in his vocal emulator as the sight. He gave a funny amused look at Megatron who looked absolutely endearing when he slumbered.
'Big lumbering glitch...' the truck thought silently as he twisted around in the big arms encircling him, facing him directly. The smaller Autobot slave spark pulsed so fast as he snuggled into the warm broad chest plates and fell into a cozy recharge.
The days passed as slow as drops of water hanging from a tree's fragile leaves. And with each day that seemed to drag on, little by little Megatron began to regain his strength and coordination. Despite Optimus' almost unheeded worries about being taken advantage of with his master's gradual recovery, nothing happened.
The Autobot remained by his side the entire time. Surprisingly, as he found out, the Pharaoh was actually good company and found any anger or irritation at whatever they discussed or did together that disagreed with him, fade rather quickly. For a moment the red and blue mech wondered if his friends looked at him with such lamentable optics because they saw his behavior changing so. He did not know if that should be viewed as such a bad thing or not. He still felt himself, just... more aware. Especially around the Decepticon leader.
"Ummm... Optimus...?" the silver robot asked late one morning with uncharacteristic shyness that disgusted the Pharaoh greatly, but he did not want to spook the Autobot away. Not when they had a fragile but very sweet relationship developing.
The semi robot looked up from making the berth to see the gun mech standing up from the large berth near him while leaning a dresser beside him as to not fall. The slave was about to quickly come to his aid in case the larger mech's recuperating energy gave way until the other waved him off to let him be.
"Would... you like to take a walk with me?" Megatron asked modestly. He had rather felt the urge to leave his personal chambers for a while. Why not have his darling Autobot accompany him?
Optimus' dermas twitched as he fidgeted nervously. It sounded like a simple request but to his CPU it processed as more romantic request. He cursed himself for being so amatory. It was just a walk... but that did not make his spark from pulsing so fast. "Sure, My Lord."
The Pharaoh smiled happily, attempting to appear friendly to not scare him away. Nice really was hard to do for a Decepticon, as they were bred as fighters, warriors. After all they were born with the ideals that such things such as love and kindness were a waste of time and made them look weak.
Even though the silver mech was not exactly the example of the harsh brutality most Decepticons lived by but he was no angel. But whatever reason, whenever he was around the Autobot slave, thinking about him or even simply hearing his name, kindness came easy to him.
The truck raised an entertained optic ridge at the grin as he realized his master was trying to be charming. It was actually appealing to him. "Well, where do you desire to go?" he asked walking up to the gun's side and hooking his arm around his shoulder plate, moving with him gently.
"My personal garden. Forgive the overgrowth of the vegetation that will be most likely be present, my dear. The Autobots in charge of caring for them fled in terror during the height of my illness." Megatron noted before sighing. 'With Soundwave no doubt has been busy tracking and hunting them down for their punishments.' he continued in his mind not wishing to infuriate the Autobot by saying this.
Optimus pushed open the doors to gardens with his hand and walked inside with his master. The entrance to the inner chamber was sealed shut with long vines stretching over them from inside.
The smaller Autobot gently set the larger Decepticon down on one of the moss covered bronze benches in front of the glass doors before sitting himself next to him.
The Pharaoh gave a small frustrated growl at how his plans to go inside were derailed. "How unfortunate we can not go inside." he growled at the metal plantlife, hoping his voice would ignite them in flames.
"It's fine, we can sit out here." the slave spoke softly, placating the irritated silver mech. Looking above he the ceiling above them made of clear thick glass that revealed the night sky above that was completely filled with countless glittering stars.
"It's so pretty." the red and blue robot murmured appreciatively at the natural beauty of the endless cosmos.
Megatron however was not interested in looking at the stars. He gazed at the slave by his side. His face looked so tranquil and peaceful lit up by the stars' silvery light and his own cerulean optic luminance. "Mmmm... Yes it is..." he whispered adoringly.
Softly and slowly the large Decepticon's reached his large hand out slowly as to not galvanize the Autobot next to him and softly laid it upon the truck robot's. "Would you like a little dance, my dear? It would help rid my chassis of my remaining soreness." he inquired in the other's blue audio antenna fin.
Optimus stiffened as his facial plates turned bright red at the touch to his soft hand. "Under the moonlight...? Really...?" he began to muttered embarrassed then gave a quiet gasp when that gentle hand that brushed over his own, reached up to stroke his face plates, silencing him effectively.
"Why not?" the Pharaoh asked sweetly, playfully tempting him to refuse. He was not going to refuse. He knew he wouldn't.
The truck mech grinned and took the other's hand from his facials, pulling his master to his pedes with him. Without breaking optic contact he placed the gun robot's left hand on his curved hip strut and curled his arm around the back of his smooth throat. "You lead me... if you can..." he whispered daringly.
Megatron gave a haughty smirk and suddenly dipped low with the smaller mech in his arms. "Gladly." he cooed playfully to his audios.
The slave giggled. He could not remember a time he felt so jubilant. He felt as light as the oxygen in the air as he was swung around in his master's powerful arms. One enthusiastic dip almost made him stagger and fall against him, if the Autobot was not there to hold him.
"Glad your here to catch me if I stumble, my dear, Optimus." the larger Decepticon chuckled with a bright smile that made the red and blue robot's metal skin tingle.
It all seemed like a dream... A Primus blessed dream... until nagging logical reality came back into his dazed processors and demanded to know what exactly he was doing. Did he realize how deep he was allowing a Decepticon inside his defenses? He did but it no longer bothered him... and he was starting to know why.
Optimus sighed in frustration, suddenly halting their ecstatic dance. He was no fool. He knew damn well what was beginning to bloom in his spark. It was growing admiration, love. Love. From a Decepticon. No Decepticon in all of history was ever interested in an Autobot because of love. Never. No matter what silly fantasies his growing recreant mind created, the facts and examples still remain. "That... That's enough..." he spoke quick and hushed as he pulled away from the Pharaoh's grip.
The silver mech offended at being rejected so suddenly out of the blue had to literally stop himself from growling angrily. "...What is it?" he asked hurt roughly disguised in his voice.
The Autobot slave hid his optics from view of his master as he spoke rushed. "I should go... before I do something stupid." he acclaimed moving himself out of range of the hands that wished to grab him.
"And what would that be?" the gun asked reeling in his patience to hear the reason why, although, he did not want to except anymore excuses from his favorite slave to not trust him.
"Oh, come now... You can't expect me to believe that after a few simple weeks nursing you back to health you feel anything toward me other than mindless lust. I am not a fool you know. Forgive me for saying so but Decepticons are no longer the caring type of robots they once were. You told me so yourself." the smaller semi robot said turning away from him again but once more avoided being held.
"And what if I am the one who breaks that ancient stereotype? Hmmm? At least let me try to connect to you. Show you that I'm not anything but a monster. Let me try." Megatron spoke forlornly, almost to the point of sounding anguished.
Optimus crossed his arms with a huff. There he went again. If he was not so intent on getting his attention, his true attention the red and blue mech would have not have believe his words. However, the large Decepticon had been true to his word, granted him so much freedom and was truly a joy to be around... So... what was making him so stubborn to leave behind his old ways of thinking?
The Pharaoh finally caught and turned the befuddled semi mech around to face him. No more hiding. "Humor me by spending some time with me and you shall see it all true with your own optics."
"I shouldn't..." the slave whispered, worried about what in Primus name would go through any Autobot or Decepticon's CPU if they witnessed him constantly going to him. Unicron knew how rumors destroyed images of mechs and distorted them enough to not know the truth from the fiction.
"Please...?" the gun mech almost whimpered, taking the Autobot's gentle hands into his own desperately. 'Don't flee from me anymore my dear, Optimus... You would kill me...'
Optimus looked up into Megatron's passionate rubies for a few minutes before a serene smile grew on his dermas, seeing nothing of malice or harm. That was all he needed... "...If it would make you happy." repeating passably similar words the Pharaoh had used in describing his noble behavior a few weeks ago.
The silver mech's spark stalled for a second before he beamed exultantly. He could not believe how much the Autobot slave had grown to him. It was much like the feeling one would get from stubbornly coaxing and nurturing a gorgeous crystal flower bud into blossoming. It was unbelievable.
The red and blue robot decided he could ignore all the rumors, the accusations, the shunning from his fellow slaves if what he was doing right now made him and his master jubilant. He and this Decepticon, this rare, unusual Decepticon deserved to be happy, like everyone else did. Firmly coming to a conclusion, decided to do let go and him try to get into his spark. And maybe, Primus give him faith, help heal the gaps between the two factions by means of their leader.
The gun delicately but demandingly pulled the other robot close to press into his strong frame. He wanted to be with him. He wanted to try connect with him. This... This was what he had been aiming to get when he had first laid optics on the robotic beauty. He wouldn't let him go now, even though he never had granted him much of a choice to start with anyway. He had chosen... It was him...
The Pharaoh kissed the smaller Autobot possessively, glossa slithering into a moist oral chamber as his large black hands caressed his back. Lavishing his audios on the sounds of pleasure he received for it.
Optimus moaned as the fire of arousal swept through his curvy frame like a thunderbolt. Hardly having the strength to match the sheer passion the Decepticon was giving him, until his master pulled back with a deep rumble of gratification and just held him.
The semi panted to give his internals much needed cool air and closed his optics blissfully, listening to the silver robot's steady pulsing spark. This felt... so nice... Was it okay to just him hold like this...? Old Autobot instincts would tell him no, but his spark said different... and because he was listening to the latter, he felt so happy.
Thoughts rushed into the truck's languid mind without his doing. Yes... So long as even just one Decepticon was honorable, he was happy to spend time with him... Almost enough to care less if what he was doing was considered completely wrong as well as being seen as a betrayal in the others' optics...
A/N: *Yawn* Whhooo... I'm tired... Between writing and other things I have to do I'm exhausted... So hope you guys enjoyed and really do hope you guys also continue to review on how I'm doing.