Disclaimer: Not mine, very sad.
Beautiful Tragedy
Chapter 6: Garden of Lust and Silent Threats
As Cybertron was beginning to enter the rainy season of its late summer cycle, life for its Autobot and Decepticon inhabitants seemed to slow to a crawl while the days seemed to get shorter and more brief, with the upcoming autumn cycle, energon storage became more of a priority over energon production as nothing would growing in the frigid cold with the exceptions of the indoor gardens made just for that purpose.
As such during the winter cycle, many Autobots who have worked in the fields and the mines had a type of "day-off" in the sense they did not have to work their usual tasks outside but had to dote on their masters more than ever, since it was illegal for a slave to do nothing unless ill or in heat.
Kaon palace was no different than the cities or towns in this sense. More and more Autobots were beginning to be assigned storage duties and caring for the indoor gardens as the high class Decepticons that served directly under Megatron returned from their summer estates for the coming autumn cycle. So naturally they had to bring their Autobot slaves and servants with them since wouldn't accept any of the slaves already living there's assistance, as it was one of their many distorted rules.
The autumn and winter cycles were also the worst time of the Cybertronian year for the Autobots living in Kaon palace. Because of the steadily growing huge crowds of greedy, wealthy Decepticons coming in regularly, being forced to work with strange and even mentally broken Autobots doing even more demeaning tasks than what was normal and the punishments becoming more horrible and common, the normally cheerful unfazable Autobots that worked in the palace, were now typically very grouchy.
Optimus, however was spared from this treatment due to his silent deals with the Pharaoh, but that did not mean for a moment he did not feel his brethren's pain. He was so sick and tired of not being able to do anything about it as what was considered "normal" behavior for all of his existence, the Autobot slave was done being so helpless after seeing all this wrong going on around him, even being done to himself. A few days of this nonsensical atmosphere and already he couldn't stand it.
So as the days passed and a new type of routine seemed to settle in its place, the semi robot decided, with his bought freedom to wander wherever he pleased, to help any Autobots having any trouble with their duties, were injured and needed treatment that would go cruelly unheeded or even stopping awful unjust punishments with his personal immunity to punishment. Surprisingly, this method was rather effectively, working most of the time without ever having to resort to violence, though that was only if he absolutely had to in order to protect himself or the Autobot he was shielding, as the Decepticons aristocracy mostly backed off at the mere mention of their king's possible wrath.
Naturally, as the red and blue mech had discovered over some time of these good works, that he was becoming pretty famous for his small but quite notable deeds, rapidly becoming highly beloved by the Autobots and greatly loathed by the Decepticons who lived or visited there. All of which did great joy to his spark to be making such a difference when for so long he could nothing.
Today it was a dreadfully rainy and gloomy day, which had been all week. Adding to this was the arrivals of Decepticons nobles and soldiers as well as their Autobots was beginning to pick up speed as to wanting to get out of the damaging liquid torrent. Despite all the nastiness outside and inside, Optimus was busing himself with cheering up newly brought soaking wet slaves that had just arrived with their masters in the slave chamber, with a kind and generous attitude which was a little infectious for some, others somewhat emboldening.
The large Autobot slave spared no time in helping the soaking wet mechs, rub dry with the many towels he had brought down from the upstair floors since the ones the slaves normally used were deplorable and refused to have them live in so much unused luxury when it was more needed for them.
The kindness was appreciated was heavily tinged with confusion because of the highly decadent violet towels being used to dry them were very obviously from Decepticon nobles' rooms. But none of them dared questioned it, simply deciding to keep quiet about it as no slave wanted to get in trouble for simple unselfishness and charity however uncanny.
After receiving the many thank yous for his aid, the truck returned back upstairs to meet more of the still arriving mechs while leaning on a one of the massive pillars in the lobby.
The large slave watched as all the high-class Decepticons walked inside talking to one another, most likely about their wealth and effete way of life whilst their Autobot slaves and servants shielded their masters from the pouring rain with large fans, while they were left to be drenched in the heavy downpour.
The semi frowned in disgust before growling in withheld rage when he witnessed one of the slaves' fans drift down a little too close to their master's facials due to his arms becoming stiff and tired from holding it up for so long, that he was backhanded so hard he collapsed to floor. The two Decepticons laughed cruelly at his torment as the other slaves forced themselves to look away, as they were unable to assist their fallen Autobot brother without sharing his fate.
With blue fists clenched in righteous fury, the large Autobot stomped over to the ridiculing nobles. "Yes, yes, this is all really hilarious, isn't it? But don't you have anything better to do with your time besides wasting it on petty pointless acts of cruelty?" he spoke gallantly as he crossed his arms.
The Decepticons quickly stopped laughing and glared at the red and blue mech as if he was the most repulsive thing to have ever crossed their paths. "Who the frag do you think you are?" the one who had hit the slave sneered while towering over him balefully.
Optimus narrowed his cerulean optics, glaring unflinchingly just as harshly back to other mech. "I am Optimus, the Pharaoh's personal slave." he replied coldly with not single a drop of fear in his strong deep voice.
Both the Autobots and Decepticons present looked at him with widened optics. The one who had spoken earlier to the Autobot slave snarled, baring his sharp fangs in clear threat. "I don't care if you're a Primus damned Prime! You will learn your place, you filthy scum!" he bellowed angrily, advancing on the adamant semi robot in front of him.
The other Decepticon behind him quickly grabbed his companion around the waist, abruptly halting his angry attack before he frantically whispered into his audios. "Don't you fool...! Lord Megatron would mount our helms on spears if we touched one of his slaves...!" he muttered terrified, ruby optics shimmering just as scared as his tone.
The noble looked furiously back at his associate's frightened expression before turning back to the rigid slave and wisely lowered his arms. His face screwed up in disgust before spitting to the side. "You aren't even worth the effort... You little whore." he swore as he stormed away with other speeding away hastily behind him.
The red and blue robot glowered after them until they were completely out of sight before he turned back to the frozen awed mechs. He gave a friendly smile as he bent down to the fallen Autobot still on the floor with of whom was staring at him as if he was a twin of Primus himself. "Here. Take my hand. I'll help you." he spoke gently, holding out his hand.
The slave on the floor gazed at the offered hand for a few minutes then looked up to lock optics with Optimus' own. "Why are you doing this...?" he said in a hushed voice as his face plates twisted up, looking lost.
The larger slave smile lowered a bit as did his extended hand. It was sad to see many good Autobots permanently traumatized to the extent that they actually believe not helping each other is the right thing to do. "Because I execrate the Decepticons' mistreatment as much as any Autobot." he said honestly.
The smaller mech's sapphire optics shivered with built up cleaning fluid, before looking away to better control the growing urge to release them. "No... I mean... Why did you help...?" he whimpered quietly.
The red and blue robot looked at him confused before realization hit. He meant why was he helping the fallen when you are just as vulnerable. It was an unspoken rule that Autobot all seemed to follow despite their programming to always help any in need. Which meant what he was doing was cruel and kind in their optics.
"I know what I am doing. I also know the immoral 'rules' we he have to live by in order to simply survive. But in such horrible times, I believe if you have the power to help somebody, even small and nothing more, you should, even if you are cast for these acts. This has always been our way, no matter how hard we may have beaten to think otherwise. At least that is what I was raised to believe in. ...Am I wrong?" the truck mech said majestically, reaching down and lifting the fallen Autobot to his pedes again, not caring if he rejected the help this time.
Silence was all that met him as they were certainly exhilarated by the semi mech's speech but also horrified at the same time. He was a lone mech, going up against a massive corrupt system. Something with of which struck them all as both dauntless and wasted.
Nothing more was spoken when Optimus directed them to the elevator down to the slave chambers. He slowly becoming used to seeing such mixed reactions to his 'heroic' behavior but he regretted nothing. He knew what he was doing and he not afraid. He never really was.
The large slave was about to join them downstairs when he saw several Autobot scribes come out from inside a large highly decorated Decepticon ship that had just landed outside belonging to the Vizer Soundwave and a familiar sight that warmed his spark to the very core.
A tall red and blue Autobot scribe who was rapidly typing away on a data pad as well as rushing inside the open main doors to keep his precious work as dry as possible with the few other scribes that scattered to their destinations the moment they were inside.
"Hello, Magnus." the truck robot spoke happily to busy servant, unable to hide the wide grin from growing on his revealed facials as his mask slid apart.
Slightly startled Magnus looked up from his data pad and turned to the rich voice to find the younger mech standing in the massive opened doorway waving happily at him. The Autobot servant almost dropped his data pad in surprise seeing him again before quickly breaking into a beaming smile of his own. "Optimus!" he shrived completely elated, tightly embracing his old friend.
The larger Autobot hugged back just as firmly before pulling away. "I have missed you, my dear friend." he spoke lovingly while holding the other's shoulders.
"You have no idea how much I have as well, Optimus." the older Autobot cooed taking a hold the younger's blue hands and fondly squeezing them.
"Why are you here?" the large slave asked as he walked beside his old friend to his destination upstairs.
"My Master, Vizer Soundwave, has called me and all his other scribes to give yearly reports to him as we always do. I'll be honest... I wasn't expecting to run into you again after your transfer..." the smaller Autobot spoke the last bit more softly, turning away to try and hide his anguished facials from the other.
Optimus almost shook his helm at the brooding he could quite easily see. The servant was always such a fusspot though it was annoying he could not deny he missed it very much, now more than ever when the few true friends he seemed to still really have left was Magnus and now, Megatron.
"Actually... You seem strangely very healthy... you don't have too many new scars... and you seem to be getting pretty suitably fed as well..." Magnus spoke suspiciously while circling around and looking the Autobot slave up and down.
The elder mech ceased circling and looked in repulsion when he fully took in the clothing the other robot was wearing. "Oh, Optimus..." the scribe whispered guiltily putting a hand over his dermas in shame at seeing the expensive pleasure slave outfit on his friend. "I-I'm so sorry... I knew it was only a matter of time." he muttered as he rubbed his arms uncomfortably while fidgeting.
The larger Autobot sighed a little annoyed at incessantly hearing pittance for his supposed awful new lifestyle. "Magnus, please to not worry yourself until you get sick. You know I don't like that." he lightly scolded putting his hands on his hips morosely.
The servant fidgeted anyway regardless of other's mild chiding. "What about the Pharaoh...? Did he... Did he try to do anything to you yet...?" he asked seriously, concern coloring his sharp sapphire optics.
"He's nothing I can not handle, Magnus, I assure you. The Pharaoh is actually quite agreeable if make certain deals with him and one I had made was to not overstep boundaries on my armor." Optimus said seriously.
Magnus' lips tightened as his optics gravely hardened. "Optimus... Really? You're trusting him to keep his word... the Pharaoh...? Ruler of the Decepticons? Do you even hear yourself...?" he whispered dismayed.
The larger Autobot looked away, not liking that this speech was strating to sound hauntingly alike what the other Autobots spoke to him. "Magnus, if I am alive and well, does that really matter?" he snipped even if he didn't mean to. He was simply exhausted of being mistrusted by his friends so often.
The older robot scrunched his face plates disdain and looked away, not saying anymore, scared that if he did so he might infuriate his dear friend further and he really didn't wish to do that seeing for the first time in months.
"Ultra Magnus, you are late. Hurry up, I have a lot of work that needs to be finished." a strict voice pierced the sore atmosphere between the pair startling them both. Turning their attention to the one addressing them found it was a slightly nettled Soundwave standing beside his children all of which were waiting beside the elevator with the other scribes to go into the Decepticon's office upstairs.
"Yeah! So hurry up, Magnus!" one of the Vizer's sparklings, Rumble shouted jeeringly while running up behind the mech in question, bashing the backs of the scribe's legs with his tiny but surprisingly strong little fists.
Magnus stumbled a bit at the blow before rushing to his master's side with other Autobot scribes. "Y-Yes, Master!" he sputtered nervously to the stern blue mech as he went inside the elevator with them.
As the lift moved the Autobot scribe looked to the large slave below and mouthed, 'I'm sorry. I'll talk to you when I see you again.' to him before he was out of sight upstairs.
Optimus cracked a half-sparked grin and softly waved goodbye until he was gone then frowned with a sigh while closing his optics. Though he knew very well it was immature to believe that they were not as close anymore after whichever type of disagreement they shared if they did but found he was believing so anyway. It now stung being around them from their prejudice. He didn't want to ever admit it but it was true. Harsh traditional thinking was so well ingrained in Autobot's minds, saying anything else of the like made one look comparable to a total loon.
Megatron strangely seemed to be the only one left who he could be himself now. The Pharaoh. A friend. The Autobot slave knew that was pure madness to think of but at this point, from the time they spent together, the conversations, the touches and... the kisses they shared, how could he not? And with his own friends observing him with those prejudicing optics it seemed even more so.
The old part of him would be screaming at him for being naive romantic idiot to believe such dangerous nonsense such as the Decepticon actually having a sincere relationship with him, one that was refreshing not as master and slave, however he no longer cared what was said to him or in his processor. Maybe that did make him mad in a way... Then he was happy being mad.
The red and blue mech's musing was broken when a comm came into his helm from his master. 'Optimus, come upstairs to my gardens. I think you will be pleased to know that the gardens have been tamed enough to enter again. I wish to spend the day with you there since we were so cruelly denied so earlier. Come quickly, my dear.' he ended with a husky purr that awakened the semi's systems warmly.
Optimus found himself smiling as he answered, glad to have something else to think about today other than possibly losing more of his friends. 'Yes, Master.' he spoke encouragingly before signing off and heading for the upstairs with a more happy movement in his walk.
The Autobot slave had at first a difficult time coming to terms in his CPU accepting that his master was rather handsome and was quite charming as well as being the only one trying to make him happy. It was hard due his own unwilling to accept the impossible... but not anymore when he was soon becoming the only one he was beginning to have left.
Naturally, they crossed paths in the halls from time to time, the semi robot gave respectful a bow to the Pharaoh who gave him a stiff nod of acknowledgment in return in the presence of others. But when it was simply them solely that met... the silver mech often liked to give the slightly smaller red and blue robot passionate kisses and love bites on his neck. It was rather fun in manner of speaking. Doing something so forbidden in secret was quite thrilling.
This few days he was called to spend personal time with the massive Decepticon leader was not very different than their meeting in the halls. They spend long hours talking to one another about certain times in their lives being cautious not to stray into sensitive territory in their conversations while cuddling as well as playfully teasing one another.
Optimus was expecting this day to be just as appealing as the ones before it as he walked out of the elevator on the top floor, heading over to the gardens spotting Megatron who was sitting down on the bench they shared the night they danced together while he was still recovering from his sickness. He was gazing up at the glass roofed canopy, watching the rainwater slide down the pane until he noticed the Autobot standing shyly nearby with a bright smile.
The Pharaoh stood up from his seat and grinned himself, seeing his favorite so soon after his call. "Came quickly to my call, hmmm? You must be falling for me, my dear." he chuckled, flirting openly, though secretly ecstatic inside his spark that the other really would come to him so eagerly which did prove his interest in him.
The red and blue mech shook his helm. "Oh, weld it, Master..." he softly laughed, lightly pushing him on the chest, a little abashed mainly because he might be.
The large silver mech cocked an optic ridge at the playful banter. He didn't care how many times it had happened, it still amazed him how much more open the semi robot was around his company now. His company, not his friends, which malignantly delighted him.
The gun gently pushed the code only he and his Autobot servants who cared for the plants inside and the doors, once sealed shut with thick vines of overgrowth, slowly creaked open. The Decepticon led the smaller robot inside by the hand, through the overwhelming bright artificial light from inside.
Optimus let his optics adjust to glare of the strange sudden lighting before the air in his intakes evaporated. The inside of the Pharaoh's garden was nothing short of magnificent. The chamber was massive with tons of space and golden hieroglyphic adorned walls that stretched high up to meet together in a single triangular point at the thick clear glass roof top that virtually engulfed the entire ceiling.
Long thick carpets of soft emerald tin grass decorated the gold mossy floors and giant trees, many exotic were towering over them forming a type of leafy canopy. Delicate crystal flowers of every shade of the rainbow bloomed in massive quantities along the banks where breaks in the floor were for many elegant pools of water.
In the center was a golden roofed platform with long translucent curtains, that was untouched by the grass and moss everywhere else, that held a beautiful curved hand craved couch of white gold with soft plush violet silk cushioning tipped with small gold trimmings that also had a small little bronze table full of food right beside it.
Great rivers fed by small holes in the each of the corners of the ceiling to which the rain outside ran down into to flow down the walls to become dazzling waterfalls that flowed as rivers that fed all of the many pools in the sizable room. Under one of which was a large black stone grotto covered in moss with a large crystal statue of Primus and Unicron in their divine mating positions in a nook above it.
The Autobot merely stood completely still, overcome by what we was seeing before him with a hand grasped at his chest as he tried to process all the natural beauty all around him. "Oh, Primus almighty... It... It is an Eden of flora and water here..." he muttered still overwhelmed.
Megatron smiled lovingly at the reverence his favorite slave displayed, lavishing the praise as if it was given directly to him. "You may come here whenever you desire. I had promised you freedom in my palace, which includes here." he spoke gesturing to all of the great chamber.
Unable to help himself, the semi embraced his master in pure adoration. "Thank you, My Lord!" he shouted jubilantly, rubbing his royal blue helm against the heavy gold usekh collar on his firm chest.
The Decepticon blinked in surprise before lovingly encompassing him back, taking in the sweet scent he adored so much... He never wanted to smell anything but it... However, that thought was ruined when the smaller red and blue robot pulled out of his lax hug to look at all the different crystal flowers stopping to particularly look at the roses.
The truck sat on his legs as he lightly fondled their petals, fascinated at seeing so many colors in such fragile crystal. They ever so rare since they are such sensitive flora made it hard to care to for them and the harshness of the unfertile rust desert soil was very unkind to the tender little crystals. Whoever was in charge in caring for these flowers had to be incredible at the sheer beauty the blossoms radiated.
The gun mech almost glared at smaller robot back plating for his abandonment from his strong arms but let it go as the Autobot was merely inspecting the plantlife. His true attention was always on him and that would never change. He would make damn sure of it...
The Pharaoh cleared his throat tubing before speaking. "Optimus, if you do not mind, I would like to discuss something that has been brought to my attention with you." he spoke gently attempting to get his beloved Autobot's attention back to him.
The slave raised his helm and looked to him curiously. "Yes, My Lord?" he asked so innocently that the larger mech's spark actually skipped a pulse before reacquiring his steely focus and answering.
"I have heard from my loyal Vizer Soundwave and much of the Decepticons here about your little... how shall it be called... liberations with my other slaves as well as others'." he spoke, pacing back and forth a little.
Optimus looked down at the ground and subconsciously braced himself for a strike though he knew that it was needless around his master. "I can not help myself and I doubt I will stop even if I was punished. I have said before that I don't like seeing mechs in pain and I meant every word."
The silver mech's optic shutters lowered halfway as he observed the careful but honest reactions he received. "Mmmm, so I am aware of." he mumbled, not really enjoying too much that the gentle Autobot would dote so much time to others instead of on him.
The red and blue robot turned and bravely looked at his master in the optics. "I am going to be punished for using my granted powers in such a way?" he asked presumptuousness in his tone.
Megatron merely smiled, reaching up and rubbing Optimus' cheek soothingly with the back of his large hand. "Not at all. I was just curious as to why you were doing it." he purred, inwardly savoring the idea of his favorite using his 'protection'. His. His and his alone.
The smaller Autobot slave blushed and shyly turned away. He not used to such sensual touches as these. He moaned embarrassing loud when his master's thick hand turned and trailed down his covered chest plates to end at his grill, lightly toying with the vents before the Decepticon leader pulled away with a smirk and laid down on the curved couch to watch the truck robot wrestle over his feelings.
The red and blue mech, richly aroused from the teasing touches, bolted over to one of the nearby rivers to desperately cool his hot metal. After a several good splashes from his cupped hands to his frame, he saw himself in the river and dipped his hand inside to take in the sight of the clear liquid distorting the image of his hand with sudden sparklinglike curiosity.
The Pharaoh leaned his chin onto the curve of his lounge, watching with amusement at the semi's fixation of the miniature river of his gardens. He had forgotten the other had an cherubic interest in rivers.
Optimus splashed the water with his hands, smiling giddily before jumping in the water laughing. He splashed the fluid around joyfully, becoming engrossed in his own blissful world to remember his master was nearby watching his every move hungrily.
Megatron's crimson optics dimmed as lust began to stir in his pelvic plating. He gazed lecherously at the seraphic shine the Autobot's armor acquired by playing in the water... licking his dermas silently as the little drops of water slithered down his voluptuous chassis to drip off his colorful armor...
The truck was stopped from his playful frolicking when he heard an intense amorous rumble from his the large Decepticon nearby. He glared embarrassingly, facials flushing badly at the fact he just had acted no different than a tiny little sparkling in front of him.
Heated and wanting to grievously touch the other, the gun mech moved so there was room beside him on the couch before he gestured to lay down next to him. "Care to join me, my dear, Optimus?" he purred steamily with a sultry cocky smirk as his one of his mighty ringed ebony hands trailed down his form to rest on his hip.
Optimus felt his spark freeze before rapidly pulsing in excitement. "Ummm... My Lord... You do know that no slave is allowed to seat themselves in any chairs, lounges or couches, only stools or the floor unless they are commanded to do so, correct?" he spoke while nervously playing with his fingers to try to distract himself from his handsome master's exciting display.
Megatron's cheerful expression dowered a bit at being denied before thinking for an moment before coming up with a conclusion he favored. "Oh? Well if you can not sit with me... I order you to sit upon my lap..." he cooed sensually as he had his hand slowly roam down his thigh to part a bit of his violet skirt and loincloth a bit to display his heated bulging panel seductively.
The red and blue mech blushed bright cherry-red at the tempting sight, his own panel pressing hard against his erecting spike. "E-Excuse me?" he squeaked barely managing to tear his optics away from the silver robot's large groin.
"I know you're not damaged in the audios, Optimus. So come here... I order so..." the Decepticon growled faintly not wanting the smaller robot to just stand there... he wanted him over by him... sitting on his lap with his trickling wet aft on his panel...
The truck shifted his pedes anxiously before finally stiffly striding forward to the Pharaoh. He hesitated for a moment before crawling on top of him to sit prosperously on his pelvis plating.
Megatron heavily swallowed the moment Optimus lifted his legs and climbing upon his frame to wrap them deliciously around his waist armor snugly, feeling that shapely aft press down on his codpiece. Lust clamored in his circuits, inflaming his armor with blistering heat to just bend the Autobot over and frag him. But he couldn't do that... not yet at least... not until he knew the slave was completely his...
The smaller mech mewled uneasily at the protruding codpiece lightly rubbing against his clothed aft. He tried to quiet the lust that stirred up once again, by biting his plush bottom lip and clenching his hands into tightly balled fists.
The large Decepticon snarled, grabbing the other by his red shoulder armor to bring him closer to his face. "Feed me please..." he spoke with a hotly voice into the red and blue mech's audio.
The slightly smaller slave felt the oil in his face heat at his master's raspy voice. "As you wish... Master..." he whispered deeply as his hand reached over, grabbing a bunch of juicy energon grapes from the bowl on the small bronze table nearby. He slowly lowered the treat by the stem, watching as the Pharaoh closed his optics and took modest bites of the small tender fruits, captivated at the tiny bit of the juices that escaped the corner of his sumptuous lips to slowly drip down...
Megatron opened his dimmed ruby optics before a smirk graced his features. "Mmmmmm... Its tastes so succulent... You may have some yourself, my dear... Here... taste some..." he spoke lovingly, pushing the other robot's helm closer to him, wanting the other to kiss him to share the juices in his oral chamber.
Optimus saw the silver robot's intention as clear as day but was still so shy... Kissing was just something he had hadn't accustomed to even if they done it numerous times already. "...I... don't know..." he muttered turning at the river to hide his uncertainness.
The Pharaoh snarled exasperated before slamming his mouth over the wavering red and blue mech, sliding his glossa inside to twist around the other's, groaning blissfully.
The Autobot squeaked sharply in surprise before pushing away. "Ahh! You're dermas are all sticky...!" he whined playfully, licking his platinum lips to clean off the gluey substance.
The gun mech laughed at the adorable sight. Primus, there was simply no end to the ways he adored, even revered this slave... Every minuscule tiny thing was like an event to him... Was that considered love? Possible but it felt more like an addiction than affection... A sweet addiction...
When the sticky fluid was gone at last, the semi discovered the loving stare his master was giving him. "...What?" he chuckled raising an optic ridge.
Megatron simply shook his helm, saying nothing for a few moments. "...I think we should have a little desert..." he cooed in mock innocence to tease him.
Optimus rolled his gentle lazuline optics before closing his fingers around a small cake on the table, dipping his fingers into its delicate pink frosting. As he lifted his coated servos to his master's silver lips, he watched evocatively as they parted and took the soft digits into his mouth, sucking carnally on the servos.
The slave smiled adoringly at the Pharaoh's glazed expression. He simply found it seraphic... After his fingers were sucked clean he raised up the entire tiny cake to his mouth and took placate bites. The smaller Autobot moaned at the sugary taste. Primus above, he had never tasted such a dulcet treat...
Too engulfed in devouring his delicacy the truck didn't even stop to see the honey flavored frosting drip off his dermas with each bite onto his master's gold usekh below. When his treat was gone he saw the drops of frosting very slowly oozing down the great collar. "Oh, I dripped some of the frosting on your usekh... I'm sorry. Should I... lick it off...?" he asked sweetly as he bent forward, ready to clean if he was told to do so.
The massive Decepticon shivered at the mere request, spike jolting in exhilaration behind its panel cover. "Oh please, my dear... Optimus... By all means... Yes..." he breathlessly pleaded, actually pleaded, speaking the Autobot's designation with only the purest adoration.
Optimus smiled angelically before sliding his glossa over the usekh, cleaning up the lilac icing. "Mmmm... It tastes so good..." he moaned, pressing his wet frame against his master's lasciviously.
The gun shook from the force of holding himself back. Frag his spike felt it was going to explode... The charge was building up, no matter how much he fought it down... If his favorite kept this up...
The Autobot unaware of what he was doing to his master, proceeded to now suck the gold metal collar dry to remove all remaining sticky reside, making soft little suckling noises from his mouth.
Megatron bit his lip, drawing energon oil, as a hard overload struck, digging his claws into the couch's cushioning. The silver mech clenched his optics shut, hissing through his denta as his spike fired his transfluid behind his panel, leaking from the edges.
The slave felt hot liquid seep onto his thighs. Confused he reached down and brought his hand up to see silverish white fluid on his hand. He blushed horribly when he realized it was it was. It was transfluid. He made the Pharaoh orgasm. Him.
Nervous he might've went too far, Optimus swiftly he sat up, frantically wiping off the liquid. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" the red and blue mech stuttered before a large black finger shushed him from saying anymore.
It was official. The larger Decepticon loved this mech, inside and out. He loved him so much it was almost to point of being incybertronian. "Oh, Optimus..." the silver robot maundered to himself touching his favorite Autobot slave's gorgeous face, nuzzling his neck cables.
"Do you have any idea what you do to me, my dear, sweet, Optimus...? Do you know what spell you have over my spark...?" the gun mumbled without really thinking about the depth of what he was speaking but now no longer cared if the other mech heard him.
The semi mech's spark fluttered euphorically in his armor. Was this all just a figment of his vicarious mind or did his master sound like he was falling in love with him? If he didn't call him mad a few hours ago, he did now.
Not wanting to ruin the very amatory moment they were sharing but Optimus felt that if Megatron truly was becoming genuinely enamored with him, maybe use it a bit for the benefit of the Autobots. Just a little. "You know, Master... The freedom you have given me really should stretch to all Autobots under you." he said quietly waiting for the rebuttal he was sure was to come.
The Decepticon stopped cuddling and looked at the smaller mech with modestly questioning ruby optics. "That is... quite a bold request, Optimus." he stated bluntly, not liking the subject he brought up.
The slightly smaller Autobot moved his fingers together uneasily. "I know. However, if that became so that all Autobots living here had the same freedom as I have, maybe they wouldn't be so broken." he said remembering earlier with the hopeless slave he helped to his pedes.
The silver robot watched every movement the other mech made carefully, wondering how far he was willing to go to help others. Even to grant him access his luscious interfacing equipment? It was certainly worth the try. "What would you offer me?" he inquired seriously.
The red and blue robot moved even more restlessly, processor racing with ideas of what to give. Hastily, he moved forward, kissing his master with as much passion he could grant.
Although the kiss was heavenly, that was not what the gun wanted. He lightly pushed the semi mech away. "No, no, you have already given me your kiss and the freedom to touch as well as your loyalty to come when I call you. You have to give me something else." he urged, hoping to Primus the other would grant him his ultimate prize...
Optimus growled, somewhat frustrated. What was left for him to give? He had given everything except... The Autobot slave's wires turned to burning ice. He couldn't... Never...
Seeing the inner struggle the other mech was going through Megatron decided to think for him, take advantage of the disarray so to speak. "Would you like to touch me?" he outtaked on the red and blue robot's audio, tightly grabbing his blue hand and slamming it on his large still oozing panel. If the wouldn't let him touch him in the manner he desired to, then he wanted him to touch him.
The large slave startled, gasped and swung his hand back, staring at the other with wide incredious optics. "I can't do that!" he exclaimed more highly than he originally wished.
"Why?" the gun mech barely held back from snarling. Hating with all his might being made to wait... There was only so long his patience would hold under so much pressure...
"Because... mind you it's not that I do not want to, My Lord... It's just I wanted to... play a type of game instead of making more deals." the truck blurted out quickly, inwardly wincing at some of the things he said, mostly about saying he did kinda want to touch him... in that way...
The Pharaoh's optics widened before smiling victoriously at the truck's admittance that he did find him attractive. Very good... "What did you exactly have in mind, my dear?" he purred interested.
"How about... how can long can you last without touching me." the red and blue robot spoke saucy, getting a bit of his confidence returned when he wasn't rebuked.
The silver mech rumbled hot with desire. "Mmmm... I will allow it. If you start... Now..." he growled passionately, laying back to watch the show.
Optimus spurred on by the randy order, removed his flame shaped usekh by unhooking the middle jeweled button, letting the translucent straps around his lower chest fall down his arms before rubbing his shapely windowed chest down his grill down to his creamy white thighs. "Do you like this...?" he moaned somatic.
Megatron purred in pleasure, his cooling internal systems starting up once again. "Mmmmm... That I do... But I'm afraid you will have to do better than that to seduce me, my dear, Optimus." he teased wanting to see how far his favorite slave would go to seduce him.
The red and blue mech flushed humiliated then lightly growled after reining back his dignity. "Oh, you want me to play like that, do you? Very well. I can play just as much..." he purred darkly seductive as he walked swaying his curvy hips as he waded into the sparkling rain waterfall by the black stone grotto.
The Autobot slave moaned as the water's coolness caressed his hot metal skin, turning his back to his master. "Since you were ever so kind to heat my chassis up, I'm going to cool off, My Lord. Lets see how you last..." he rumbled gazing over his shoulder armor with playful glowing sapphire optics.
The Pharaoh smirked before getting up and striding into the cool water as well. He wanted to test him did he? He was game enough.
The truck robot pretended to ignore him while humming sweetly to himself as he rubbed the refreshing liquid over his steel before leaning back into the waterfall to wet his front, exposing the length of his slender midsection and built chest as his blue hands ran down it. "Ahhhh... That feels... Ahhhhh... so... good... Hahhh..." he mewled as he leaned his cheek against the grotto's cave entrance sticking his aft out as he splayed out his hands above his helm.
The silver mech growled deeply to himself with raw desire. No mech in his long existence has ever had such strength over his spark before. How this one's simple presence, movements could inflame his spark to the point of erupting was beyond him.
Megatron moving over, growling with intense fervor came up behind him. "You're playing with fire you know, Optimus..." he hissed lustfully, tempted to take hold of the beautiful pearly aft but he would lose their 'game'.
Optimus merely chuckled at the threat, simply moving inside the grotto cave and crawling onto a platform where the stone rose above the water level at the back, gaiety increasing when the Decepticon followed behind him, optics glowing menacingly and purple cape following after him regally.
The semi mech whimpered wandering a bit onto the platform on all fours, like an animech, dripping water with him as he went. He moaned loudly laying himself down on his front as his skirt and loincloth bottom's button came undone and unraveled to drape messily on thighs. "Do you give up, Master...?" the red and blue mech panted as if he was in heat, cerulean optics twinkling back at his master as his chassis glistened from the light of the water.
The Pharaoh roared and slammed his muscular pewter arms on either side of the slave's helm, his cape swinging around to frame them both as primal need controlled his muscular chassis. "...Yes..." he growled, optics beaming bright and hungry as he dripped on the smaller robot underneath him.
The red and blue mech giggled as he leaned up and kissed the Decepticon leader, rolling them until he sat on top. "Well then, I guess I win, hmmm?" he asked tauntingly.
"You... It seems I have underestimated you..." the larger gun robot chuckled rubbing his favorite slave's smooth thighs while removing his clothes' bottom entirely to toss it aside.
"I guess you have..." Optimus purred laying down on his frame, looking down at the passionate rubies looking at him. His face became undecipherable when he saw his master's hands incredibly close to touching his codpiece. He felt an hidden unspoken urgency pierce the air, something he felt he already knew was coming.
This was it. This is the mech he had chosen to be his bondmate. This was the mech he... loved... He wanted to take the chance now... With beguile moving his body Megatron kissed the smaller Autobot again but with the absolute intent to claim him this time. "I will grant your request... If you allow me the privilege to touch you in the places deemed forbidden." he said seriously, not holding anything back any longer.
The slave's spark almost stopped. He jackknifed away, scrambling back until he hit the back of the grotto cave's wall, not able to disguise his fear very well without his mask but was too discomfited to simply slide it up. "N-No...! I can't, My Lord...! I... I just can't do that..." he whimpered shivering, unable to hold back the terror he endured as a young sparkling.
The Pharaoh watched the other shirk back from him lamentably. "My dear, Optimus... Interfacing is a beautiful natural act. Whatever has been done to prove to you otherwise is nothing short of a tragedy. I can prove to you it is otherwise." he said as gently as he could, crawling toward him.
Images of a brutal unfair past was flashing before the truck robot's terrified optics... Of a tiny little innocent sparkling being roughly grabbed and thrown down like a ragdoll... Being roughly fondled and licked up and down his armor... "Please... Please don't... I beg you..." he whispered closing his optics tight.
The silver robot's spark imploded at his terrified pleading. What on Cybertron was done to this selfless mech to make him so scared of mating? It wasn't him, it was something else he was looking at. Something awful that was keeping him from him. "Are you that frightened of simple interfacing...?" he asked atheistically embracing the shivering robot tightly.
Optimus didn't say anything, merely buried his face into the larger mech's broad chest plates. Primus, did he loathe looking so pathetic, in front of his master no less. He knew interfacing was to happen eventually, the way things were going between them... So why was he so damned scared with a mech that might actually love him...?
Megatron gave a soothing rumble from the internals deep in his chest and continued to cradle the distraught Autobot, stroking his back plating. "We do not have to interface my dear. But I will not lie that one day I will want to, fully with you. However, I will help put your fears aside, one little step at a time, no matter how long it takes." he whispered honestly.
The red and blue mech made a muffled noise but didn't truly say anything. Instead, he hugged the Pharaoh, trailing his hands down his strong back before leaning up and kissing his master's dermas.
The silver robot growled, optics lighting his face in a forbidding glow. "Let me at least help you feel what is awaiting you..." he purred seeing the horrid fear from earlier transformed into a much more pleasing expression... Need.
The semi gasped, arms between pushing away and pulling closer, when the gun robot wetly mouthed his neck cables. "M-My Lord...! Ahhh...! P-Please..." he moaned wantonly, legs dragging across the stone floor as he bucked into his master's strong frame.
The larger mech licked and sucked the thick wiring before sinking his sharp denta inside, chewing the lines while feeling the frantic pulse of spark. No matter scared the other mech was, he wanted this... His whines and moans said it all.
Optimus clung to Megatron, shivering in both fright and necessity. It felt so good... His memories of torment began to blur and vanish with building pleasure of this instant kindly taking its place. "Master...! Ahhhhh!" he panted hotly, clinging to him a kind of pressure was slowly starting to develop inside of him... growing and coiling as his pleasure continued to climb...
The Pharaoh growled savagely, feeling the other's charge within growing as was his own, one of his hands suddenly held the trembling toned thighs apart as his other roughly gripped the red and blue robot's steaming hot royal blue panel in his massive hand and roughly massaged it, squeezing the codpiece with just enough pressure to not shatter the metal.
The semi's optics shot open as his back bowed, thrusting his hips forward unrestrained and wild. "Master! Ohhhhh! Sweet Primus above...! I'm... going to...! to...!" he broke his words from his sharp gasping as the pressure inside of him was about to overflow and consume him.
The Decepticon stared captivated at the coming climax. Wanting to devour the image and keep it forever in his memory banks. "Go on. Take it. Grasp it, Optimus... and never let go of what you feel right now...!" he hissed in his favorite's audios before biting the antenna coming out of it.
With no real stamina from the lack of sexual experience, the first overload of the Autobot slave's entire life came quickly hit after just a few minutes. Optimus gasped hoarsely before he arched back magnificently. An orgasmic ripple almost seemed to be seen rising up from his pelvis through his entire body causing his frame to shake before it stilled and fell limp.
Megatron was stunned. Simply stunned. What he had witnessed was... angelic... It was simply beautiful... But the moment quickly shattered around him when the slave shakily rose to his pedes and walked out of the grotto, gathering his fallen pleasure slave clothes as he went.
The Pharaoh alarmed got up and followed quickly behind him. "Optimus! Please! I'm sorry!" he exclaimed, terrified he destroyed everything in one single act of selfishness and desire.
The red and blue mech stopped but didn't turn around. "No! No... It's okay, Master. It's just all just... a bit much to take. I simply need a little time to regain myself." he spoke vents still weakly huffing and was still shaking a little, but it was not in fear anymore... it was something else and while it was pleasant was not quite ready to accept it yet.
The Decepticon leader not really sure gave him a skeptical look while trying his absolute hardest to hide the inner fury burning in his crimson optics. It was not fair to work so hard for something he wanted, something he loved to simply be denied in the end...!
"It's gotten really late... I'll... see you tomorrow, My Lord." the semi spoke softly, his expression unreadable after he finished putting back on his still soaking outfit he left out the garden's main doors.
The silver mech watched the other robot depart feeling utterly anguished and lonely. His optics lowered and glowed forlornly in the dark of the grotto cave as he leaned the side of his helm against the cold stone wall. Why did he have to leave...? Every time he left him a growing hole in his spark continued to mournfully cry for the Autobot to heal it. Now... it felt like it had swallowed him whole...
The gun clenched his claw on his chest plates, shutting his optic shutters tightly. He felt like tearing out his own spark... After a while, just listening to the roar of the waterfall behind him, before his optics blankly gazed at the spot his dear slave had overloaded mere minutes ago. The now cooled lubricant stained the stone floor, glistening with the light from the shimmering water, beaconing him toward it. He stared at it hard, spellbound at the last thing Optimus left him.
After several minutes Megatron finally snapped and slammed himself to the floor, wiping his fingers across the fluid before promptly bringing it to his dermas. He lapped up the translucent liquid, moaning in obsession as he fell to his side.
"Optimus... My sweet Optimus... Why won't you be mine...?! Why...?!" the Pharaoh ranted savagely, claws digging into the stone creating an awful screech. He snarled and panted while gripping his ebony panel wildly, stroking himself.
The black codpiece quickly slid away, midnight black spike standing tall in its place. He grabbed it in a harsh unrelenting grip, pumping himself as he intaked the very stone floor itself for the red and blue mech's lovely scent. The silver mech howled in pleasure and loss, only somewhat drowned by the thunder of the artificial waterfall.
However, even with the noise the falls created, a single mech could hear him. One whom had heard and witnessed everything that had transpired in the huge chamber from start to finish.
The slender mech smiled wickedly at the Decepticon leader's misery from the shadows. "The Autobot has weakened you rather considerably... That will be your death old fool..." he laughed to himself before turning leaving out the same doors the truck mech used...
Optimus sighed sadly getting off the elevator in the main floor. It was now quiet and empty with the giant main doors shut tight for the night. The Autobot hardly noticed as he sat down for a moment on the rich purple carpet.
What was wrong with him? He was so happy being with Megatron... and he was apparently happy being with him... obviously the relationship would come to pleasuring one another sooner or later. Pit, he made the Pharaoh overload right underneath him with dermas alone. The Decepticon was not the problem in their relationship. It was him.
The truck clutched his helm regretfully. The silver mech had sacrificed so much just for his sake... to protect him... be with him... and make him happy. He probably was just viewed as a crazy pacifistic slave who helped everyone in need that also finds the leader of the Decepticon's charming and handsome by his friends. So without them to truly go to anymore all he had was the gun mech and he most likely just destroyed his spark.
The large Autobot let bad memories that had been dead and buried for many centuries sudden burst out as a way of selfishly shoving the other away to merely protect his foolish pride. He felt like punching himself. Would Megatron still be kind to him tomorrow? Would he ever forgive him...?
The slave stood up, fists clenched to his sides. If he didn't then he would there for him anyway. He didn't care if he had to be the one to build up the trust between them this time, he would do it.
Nodding firmly in agreement on what he would do, the semi walked to elevator to the slave chambers.
"You enjoy the taste of forbidden fruit don't you, Autobot?" a hissing tone speared his audios and his spark with a stab of icy cold dread.
Optimus froze in place when felt sinister optics beaming through his frame, knotting nasty coils of dread inside. But he ignored them. He no longer had to fear the High Priest. With rebirthed courage he turned to face the slender Decepticon. "What do you want? Hasn't one punishment from the Pharaoh been enough." he growled, turning to see the seeker leaning on a pillar nearby.
Starscream's obnoxious prideful smirk was knocked down a few pegs at the stab at his previous punishment before returning in full smugness. "Of course, but you know how much I would still love to hear you scream in pain... bleed your filthy mech blood across the pretty floors..." he whispered sadistically as he approached the slave, appearing to be visually doing what he said with every step.
The large slave scowled at the little rant and stood his ground while crossing his arms. "Then do it. I do not fear you, High Priest." he sneered back at the other mech.
"You should. And... you really should fear Lord Megatron more..." the High Priest hissed evilly, their faces only inches apart so the red and blue mech feel the other's hot ventilations.
"I do not fear him either." the truck half-lied. Honestly he was a little scared facing his master after his cold departure but was brave to want to confront him and fix it.
Starscream gave a nasty fanged grin. "Trust me, you little slut, I would love to tear you to shreds, but why should I bother? After all I have seen Lord Megatron's true condition. His little ruse he plays with you will shatter very soon anyway and you will suffer. Horribly." he giggled in sick delight.
"Many Autobots and Decepticons continue to tell me about my Master's supposed viciousness and so far I have not seen much proof of it." Optimus challenged, willing to defend Megatron should any of those claims be complete slag.
The red and white mech threw his helm back and laughed hysterically making the Autobot slave wince at the horrible sound. "Of course you haven't you twit! Lord Megatron is the king of deceivers!" he laughed like it was the perceptible thing on all of Cybertron.
The semi's flawless defense showed no give in faith inside with the exception of his sapphire optics. "I don't care what you say about him." he snarled lightly hating every moment he continued to talk to this robot.
That seemed to jolt great amusement with the manic mech which made him throw his claws around his throat. "Good! It makes it all the more sweet!" he smiled manically as he tried to throttle him though not very hard.
Optimus was about to throw the smaller Decepticon off when the dark words he continued to speak froze him from doing anything but hear him some more.
"Poor pretty little Optimus... Caught in the king's grip, slowly being strangled to death with his obsession..." Starscream tittered directly into his audios.
"You will suffer soon enough... He is weak and vulnerable in his affection towards you... All I have to do is wait...!" he chortled jubilantly before licking up the Autobot's still exposed cheek with his glossa.
The large slave's azure optics widened in horror before roughly shoving the slender robot away, too taken aback to even respond.
"Bye bye, little Autobot!" the seeker cackled as left the dumbfounded mech behind him as seemingly disappeared into the shadows again.
The semi mech merely looked after the High Priest with wide thunderstruck cerulean optics, frantically wiping his metal cheek of the nauseating saliva with the back of his hand. "He's mad... Completely mad...!" he whispered snapping his mask into place, while silently rushing down to the slave chambers to be as far away from the deranged mech as possible.
Megatron stormed into his personal chambers, wild lust still boiling in his circuitry. He jumped on his berth, tearing off his lower clothing to fully pump his hard leaking spike. He gripped it fiercely, pumping it fast and hard as his CPU raced with phrenetic thoughts of a certain Autobot slave. "Optimus... Optimus... Optimus...!" he raved through his fangs, clenching his darkened ruby optics shut as he leaned his helm back.
Overload came quick for the Pharaoh, shaking his massive silver frame with raspy gasps but his fervency remained hot and strong. Panting out hot air he commed his pleasure slaves. 'I wish for the large red mech with splashes of blue in his armor to come to my personal chambers... Now...' he spoke raggedly with desire in his voice before signing off.
His mind was racing with pictures of his favorite. His tantalizing face when he overloaded in his arms... the mixed terror and joy of the orgasm he never experienced before... The Decepticon's scarlet optics flared, his system thundered with want... It was unrefined poison and it tortured him.
Pedesteps soon alerted the silver robot to the specific pleasure slave he had called for arriving. The mech was much too muscular to be like Optimus and their forms were differently shaped but the colors were rather strikingly similar.
"You have summoned me, My Lord?" the muscular pleasure slave gruffly spoke from the entrance with his large arms behind his back.
The gun did not speak back but instead motioned for the mech to come join him on the massive berth, carmine optics glistering as the other did as he was commanded. He quickly grabbed the Autobot by the shoulders and flung him down on the berth. "I will lead..." he snarled to the surprised pleasure slave.
The surprise soon drained into dutiful seriousness and sternness. "As you wish, Master." he spoke drolly, allowing his large frame go lax to allow his master to do as he wished.
Megatron growled irritated, ignoring the dull agreement, instead letting his processor create a much more lovely scenario with Optimus underneath him. The silver mech roughly licked thick neck cables, enjoying a shiver he got in response.
The Pharaoh lapped and nibbled the thick wires before biting making the large Autobot cry out, clutching his master's broad shoulders. "M-Master...!" he gasped in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
The Decepticon merely grunted in response, hearing only Optimus' voice as his massive hands ranked down the pleasure slave's frame, thumbs lightly digging in as they traveled down his taut midsection.
The silver mech pulled away from devouring the other's neck cables, licking off the mech blood on his dermas. "Optimus..." he vented before stabbing his claw tips into the slave's hips and thrashing his groin down to grind against the other's panel.
The Autobot didn't say anything when called a rather well-known mech so avariciously. He was rather used to being called someone else's name, as was he job as a pleasure slave. Though it was disturbing how he the designation...
The Decepticon leader hungrily swallowed the mech's mouth with own, heavily enjoying the crisp moan he received. Sparklessly tearing at codpiece below with harsh digits until the panel slid back, jamming two thick fingers inside the valve that was uncovered.
The mech tore away with a pained gasp before groaning as it sorely ebbed away. "Master..." he whimpered, feeling the hard rings on his master's fingers constantly bump against his port with each twist and thrust.
Megatron quickly then pulled out his lubricant covers servos, no longer wanting to stall anymore from what he really wanted, and pried open the small little leaking opening before thrusting his spike inside with absolutely no warning.
The large pleasure slave almost screamed at the large immediate penetration but bared it expertly. He was already well habituated on rough lovers.
The Decepticon snarled, driving himself inside the moderately tight valve wildly. "My... Optimus...! Rrraarrrrr!" he roared his helm back, losing himself to the fantasy of interfacing with his beloved red and blue mech.
The Autobot below, bit into one of his finger, burly frame rocking back and forth with each of his master's thrusts while closing his optics to better ride out the storm.
"RRRRAAAWWRRR! OPTIMUS!" the silver mech howled before thrusting one last time into the pleasure slave's abused port, holding as a second overload came to him. He froze bent back as his aftermath came and went before opening his ruby optics.
The slave whimpered as a rough short orgasm came to him as well, though not as strong as the other due to not being prepared very long to build up the charge. He groaned when his master released his dented hips and pulled out of him, his loose valve squirting the amount transfluid that the rod was keeping inside to pool out.
Megatron moved back to blankly collapse on his mesh pillows, his crazed passion slated, at least for now, but his spark still ache and pined for Optimus...
Taking the hint to leave, the Autobot slave stood up, cringing at the sting he got from his valve, which he was sure was bruised. It wasn't the injuries that was bothering him, they were merely frame wounds, no, it was the raw untamed emotions his master displayed to him. The mech looked at back him in silent repugnance.
The Pharaoh regaining himself enough, glared brutally at the pleasure slave. "Why are you still here fool...? Get out! Leave me!" he almost screamed at the other robot.
The Autobot pitifully shook his helm at the silver mech. "As you wish, Sire." he spoke with a bow before leaving the mech to his thoughts by closing the large doors behind him.
The massive Decepticon then turned on his back to look at the painted ceiling, but he wasn't truly looking at them. He kept seeing his beloved Autobot... "I can't stop anymore... I can't... This body is quickly becoming my spark and processor's..." he chuckled bitterly as he placed an ebony hand over his optics.
When his edged laugh died and a frown took its place. "I... must have you... I must... I can't function... I can't live... unless you are there... If I do not... I will be haunted to utter insanity..." he whimpered brokenly before turning on his side.
The gun mech resentfully smirked at his own words. Madness... That didn't really seem that far off. He just prayed he didn't end the same way that claimed his late father... Howling brokenly to an Autobot he had never heard of much less seen before seeing single a shot fired... and everything afterwards ruined him forever after that...
A/N: Oooofffahh... Finally finished and with an annoying little headache to boot... Well, apparently my little story is growing in popularity. All I can say is... Wow... I'm tickled pink... Thank you all, very, very much. Really, I mean that.
Anyway, kinda rushed on this one, I went back lots of times to see if it looked presentable enough to post but still wonder... *Shrugs* Eh, what can you do. Guess that what's called perfectionism, which I kind of am... Busy with college, life and other such, but will continue making stories whenever I'm able to. Hope you enjoyed! Peace!