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Warning: This one of the more sticky chapters.
Beautiful Tragedy
Chapter 7: Trapped By Heat
As the cold of the incoming winter cycle became more normal and the days were becoming much shorter on Cybertron, many Autobots and Decepticons were already staying inside their homes as most had already stocked up enough energon to last the close frigid winter cycle.
Kaon palace was now stuffed full of Decepticons aristocrats and high class military officers as well as all of their individual Autobot servants and slaves. Daily work for the Autobots had eventually grinded to a complete halt when at last the energon reserves for the great palace were at last filled, allowing many mainly sit around and treat their masters instead.
However, this was slightly called into question when the Pharaoh, keeping his word to his favorite slave, Optimus, granted freedom for any Autobot slave to wander wherever they pleased, even the ones that he did not have direct ownership of. As was very easily predicted, there was immediate strong disagreements to Megatron's very unusual new command and many were spreading rumors about his new behavior. Much of them telling how the Decepticon leader was losing his mind. Starscream being one of the main causes of this disgracing rumor.
Of course it was the large red and blue mech who delivered the joyous news to all of his brethren, though he was now a little worried not only for the doubled targeted hatred sent his way by virtually every Decepticon in the palace or otherwise and the all other Autobots living in Kaon palace who were taking the fullest advantage of this exemption but for his master personally.
The silver mech virtually destroyed half of his untouchable, cold dictator visage to do this for him, a mere slave. Even though the semi could never understand the Decepticon way of living being born a powerful warrior race, the controlled brutality served its function to both control his savage people and pacify their killing programming intensely.
The gun robot had known he had stepped over the line with this new ruling, but he didn't care. No matter where he went, no matter how many cold showers he had, no matter how much his burly pleasure slave tried to work out his mad cravings... he couldn't escape the heat that burned his circuits. Day and night, they did not ever cease.
Megatron was at first confused and fairly frightened by the intense urges, the constant state of his thought always going to Optimus and the burning desire to possess him, frame, spark and processor. All of this made no sense to the Decepticon leader. Yes, all of his logic circuits told him that he was simple slave nothing more, nothing less, easily replaceable at a simple call... so why did his mind stay on him day in and day out? Because he loved him. He wanted him. He hungered for him. The love, the obsession it sweetly tortured him in a constantly to a delirious lilt in his mind...
The large Autobot noticed his master's slow change as well. He glanced at him longer, his embraces were longer and tighter as if he never wanted him to escape his hold, his kisses were furious in their intensity and his voice though its same deep raspy timbre had a barely noticeable strange haunting, almost desperate sound to it when he talked to him.
All of these signs should have raised definite causes for concern. The slave ignored them. Despite having nagging little doubts sewn into his processor from Starscream's insane babbling that one faithful night, he found his old mistrusting ways loosening its grip on his manner of thinking.
This mainly was because truck robot had never been so happy in his entire existence the whole experience was almost erotic to him. Life from the moment he had been born to the present day he lived in now seemed as bright as his romantic fantasies.
Especially, for Optimus' old Autobot friends who warmed back up to when the news of the new freedoms the red and blue mech had won for all of them. The large Autobot slave didn't bare any grudges for the way they had treated him, he knew it wasn't any of their faults to behave so frightened around him. Old habits and ways were difficult to break, but he was willing to be the one to spear the way if he had to.
Ultra Magnus was the earliest to come to his side, as he was only worried about his dear friend's wellbeing rather than his mental health which quite honestly he did question from time to time but he loved ever square inch of him even if he was.
Jazz had never accused him of being sick or insane though he did find him a little reckless for seducing the Pharaoh himself for the new freedom. Still he trusted him to be careful and watch his step.
Ratchet still regarded the truck robot as a ticking time bomb though he welcomed him back with gruff open arms. The old mech just had a feeling something bad was still going to happen to the gentle robot... Maybe it wasn't going to be today, tomorrow but it would be soon enough...
The twins Sideswipe and Sunstreaker had arrived back with their master Starscream during the Decepticon aristocrats' mass arrival and were not around to silently accuse him like the others so the news made them all kinds of gleeful and hyper around the larger robot.
Optimus was especially happy that Bumblebee accepted him back as a friend a well, though it was not by very much as the little mechling still had problems believing his older friend was still mentally sick but was smiling around him once again.
However, it was incredibly pleasant to simply be around his friends once again. Today the Autobots were celebrating their "victory", drinking, playing and generally enjoying themselves.
The slave was so jubilant seeing so many tortured Autobots having so many big genuine grins on all of their faces, some of which he recognized and a couple he was beginning to get to know.
One of the two was a familiar but unintroduced mech from several months back. A large red mech that the truck had helped to free, Ironhide. A gruff old mech whom the semi took a quick liking to since he much resembled Ratchet in demeanor.
The other was also saved from the arena, a muscular yellow and purple mech named Impactor. Unlike his companion he was not as friendly. The red and blue robot believed that might be blamed on the horrid experiences in those arenas. Still he tried to get along with him regardless.
Ironhide and Optimus were both leaning back from the crowd, sharing a bit of the expensive energon wine some bold Autobots swiped from the Decepticon nobles' rooms, watching Sidewipe completely drunk get dared to open mouth kiss his brother who was no better off than his goofy twin.
"Give him a little glossa, Sunny!" the big red Autobot playfully jeered at the zany pair and burst out laughing as did many other Autobots when the red mechling did so with a very uncoordinated and sloppy kiss to the attempting to escape yellow mechling.
The red and blue mech laughed himself at the twins antics, until he was tapped on the shoulder from behind. Turning he saw Ratchet giving him a impatient look with his arms crossed.
"Come on, Optimus, I need to check your spark for possible distress before you go into your heat cycle's peak." the smaller red and white robot growled wanting to get the slave's checkup over with as soon as possible and join the party.
"Of course, Ratchet." the large Autobot said casually sipping the last of his cup of energon wine before setting down on a growing tower of clay cups to be cleaned and following the other Autobot. He was slowly becoming reused to the more gruff attitude the slave doctor was constantly giving him. Honestly it had grown on him but the wariness was rankling.
The semi gently laid down on the medical berth, holding very still as the elder robot promptly but heedfully pried open his chest plates and slowly reached inside. Now that Optimus was in his heat cycle, it was the perfect time to check for any problems he might have since estrus "wakes" up the chassis to its very fullest.
Ratchet lightly felt around the spark chamber's fragile crystal sparkcontainer, checking for any abnormalities or cracks. After several drolling minutes, he didn't find anything wrong, but just as the ambulance mech was about to pull away, he felt something rough on the very tips of his fingers.
'What's that...?' the slave doctor thought, worried he may have just discovered a potential spark chamber abscess. However, when he felt it, it was far too uneven to be an abscess and felt more like... an engraving of some kind. No mech could survive an engraving if that was the case. Spark chamber containers were far too fragile to withstand such. So... what was it...?
Leaning closer so he could physically see exactly what it was wasn't working very well when he could barely see over the intense brightness of the large slave's overcharged spark. "Optimus! Could you calm your spark a little?" he growled a little in anxiousness.
"Certainly." the red and blue mech answered calmly, trusting the other older Autobot completely as he deeply intaked, calming his systems and dimming his spark to a much more docile brightness.
Now in much more tolerable light, Ratchet could finally take a better look at the strange engraving on the back of the crystal. And what he saw greet his old optics almost gave him spark failure... Right there in the back of the delicate, only made possible to see when the truck's pure spark was swollen and bright in heat, was the ancient holy symbol of Primus.
"...Holy Primus above..." the Autobot doctor whispered as he staggered back a few steps in sheer awe. He was standing in front of an unawakened Prime. He knew that Optimus was definitely unique amongst all their Autobot brethren... but a Prime?! And yet... he was. The one Cybertronian destined to become the last Prime.
"Is something wrong?" the large Autobot slave asked concerned he might have found a problem in his spark when the ambulance mech suddenly careened from his chest.
The white and red robot blinked when he remembered he was supposed to be examining his patient. A patient with the sacred symbol of Primus in his chest. "Umm, no, it's just... You're spark's one of the most unique I've ever seen." he muttered telling the half truth as he gently closed the larger mech's ample chest plates before hurrying away for a much needed distraction. The mech had enough problems with his master and his damned Decepticons, he certainly didn't need this news to stew over...
The red and blue robot raised an amused optic ridge at the strange comment and weird behavior from the smaller mech but left it be. If it was nothing serious, why worry about it? The large mech sat up, throwing his legs over the side and stretched as Ratchet went to suddenly organizing his tools. "Ummm... Ratchet?" he asked looking at the old doctor's back plating.
"What?" the ambulance mech answered, closing the cabinet doors noisily to show his "supposed" annoyance when in actuality it was to delay any possible questions the slave could have about what he had seen in his spark chamber.
"May I ask you something?" the semi asked innocently, getting uncomfortable for wanting to ask about his concerns about Megatron but he had to know. If only to feel better knowing that everything everyone had been saying about the Pharaoh, especially to that crazy Decepticon Starscream is false, even if it was nothing but a little false.
Ratchet groaned moodily, bracing himself before nodding as he leaned on the counter without turning around. "What?" he sighed.
"You have been working under the Pharaoh's family for many, many years, correct?" Optimus inquired gently as to not make the already ill at ease mech stifle anything possibly important.
The doctor blinked at the highly unpredicted question but found it an intense relief it wasn't the one he dreaded anyway. "...Yes, your point?" he said leery of where this was going.
"Have... you seen... Or has the Pharaoh or his father had mental issues?" the large red and blue robot spoke as he drummed his blue fingers together disquieted.
The white and red mech blinked at the question and turned around to face the younger Autobot. "As an Autobot, I think all Decepticons are insane murdering monsters. But as a physician, in my professional studies, yes they do have problems."
"Like?" the semi urged on with a circling hand gesture, wanting to know anything he could. The more he knew the better his spark felt letting his master in.
The ambulance robot sighed, rubbing his old optics before continuing. "Fragile metaprocessors." he said looking away.
The large slave's fingers clenched into tight suspicious fists. He didn't like the sound of this... "May I ask how?" he bravely inquired.
"The forced breeding the Quintessions created in our species, make warriors and bodyguards. The late king was one of the very first Decepticons ever born and like most new early types of creatures, they had issues. His was brittle sanity." Ratchet explained, observing to Autobots enjoying themselves.
"Then how did he die?" the larger Autobot asked nervously, honestly not knowing how the infamous Fallen passed. He had heard many rumors, some said he killed by Decepticons eying his throne, others said a powerful Autobot rebel took his life and most ludicrous of them all... That Megatron killed his own father, which he could swear on the hand of Primus, was lies.
"Suicide. He killed himself." Ratchet replied simply finally turning his helm back to the other mech.
Optimus jumped at the news. It was highly unexpected to hear the reverenced Megatronus to have met his doom by his own hands and not by someone else. Why would he do that? "What? Why?" he asked voicing his thoughts.
The ambulance robot quickly let a feisty puff of air and shrugged. "I don't know. The mech was unhinged. If he was not disturbingly happy about something he was raging uncontrollably about another. Something was going to give. His personal Decepticon medical staff had all written it in their reports. Which is not a lie for once. Go figure..." he snorted unbelieving at own his words.
"Is fixing a fragile meta-processor at all possible?" the Autobot slave asked concerned about how this would this would affect the Pharaoh being his son.
"Mmmmm, not exactly. You would have to have a specialist and even then fixing it can be very dangerous as too much change could alter their very personality." the doctor said with his red finger tips together.
The red and blue mech stiffened, finally breaking their optic contact to think better. So fragile meta-processors were not easily repairable... and if Megatron had it too then... "I see..." he mumbled a little disheartened.
The smaller white and red mech watched the discouraged semi with saddened optics. "Why in the pit are you so interested in knowing all this?" he asked.
"It was nothing important. My Master is getting a little... strange and it was concerning me." Optimus said softly, emboldening his spark from the heavy worry writhing inside, by remembering that Megatron was always going to be himself, so long as he was there for him.
Ratchet tilted his helm concerned, touching the slave's broad shoulder armor comfortingly. "Look, I do not know if the late king's illness is hereditary and if the Pharaoh has it too, but if you're worried and think you need to be protected from him..." he trailed off.
The truck robot jolted back to reality, frantically waving his hands. "No! No. I was just a little worried about him, Ratchet. I'll be fine. Really." he said truthfully, hoping it eased the ambulance's worries about him.
Ratchet's frown deepened. He was considering telling him about the mark of Primus he discovered, maybe as a way to help build up more confidence in case things did go wrong. But... maybe now was not the best time... "Well... Then you be careful, Optimus. If you ever need to get help do not hesitate to say so." he spoke clearly, gripping the larger Autobot's shoulders in a gentle caring grip before going into the cacophonic crowd nearby.
Megatron was in his throne room, leaning against his hand as Soundwave spoke of the recent issues that he had been given by his scribes. But the Pharaoh was far from listening to his Vizer as his mind continued to see Optimus over and over... It made him smile every time...
The stereo mech stopped halfway through his annual report to see the massive Decepticon leader not paying attention again. Though the blue robot was highly trained at controlling his emotions, seeing this behavior so often was putting it under angry pressure. "Sire? Sire!" he addressed his king annoyed for the fourth time.
The silver mech barely managed to hear him. "Hmmmm...?" he grumbled uninterested not bothering to look at him. He had more important things to think about then listen to dull reports.
"You haven't been paying attention again. My Lord, forgive me for saying so, but this must be the fiftieth time I have caught you doing this. This month alone I might add." the smaller Decepticon coldly growled as he tapped the datapad in his hand with an peeved white digit.
"Mmmm... Have I now?" the gun said barely managing to suppress a yawn by instead closing his optics and venting deeply.
Soundwave frowned at the disregarding tone he was given. His king was behaving much like a spoiled sparkling and it was becoming more and more grating by the second. "Yes, you have, Your Majesty." he hissed annoyed.
The Pharaoh's optic receptor turned to gaze at the irritated Vizer from the side languid and uninterested. "Yes I am aware of what the slaves are doing because of the deal I had made with the lovely Optimus and quite frankly, I do not care. Are you done fretting over nothing?" he inquired bored.
"Don't do that, My Lord... These matters are possibly of grave concern, you can't just brush them off like they don't matter." the blue robot growled, putting his arms stiffly by his sides.
And once again the massive silver robot again ignored him. Now he was angry. This was ridiculous! The Decepticon he had known since he but a little quiet and lonely sparkling would never behave like this. And he had a very good explanation why... Ever since he was purchased, Optimus had become the focus point of His Lord's life. Too much so.
Since his late sire fell madly in love with the Autobot who later would come to be his downfall, the stereo had helped raise the silver mech into what he was today. He had taught him to be honorable, strong and proud, everything his father had forgotten in his insanity. He knew where his king was headed if this continued... "Maybe its for the best that you don't have anymore contact with the slave, Optimus." the smaller Decepticon spoke clearly, ready for the other's rebuttal.
The moment those words came out of Soundwave's mouth Megatron sprang upright in his throne as he slammed his arms down on the grand seat's arms with his crimson optics flaring in outrage. "Never suggest that to me again, Soundwave!" he barked, showing his fangs in bare threat. How dare he say such a thing to him! Forget Optimus? Never! He would die without him!
The Vizer sighed as that response was highly predicted, but he would continuing trying anyway. "Sire, with all due respect your governing has become very lax and careless since you have been around the Autobot slave." he said pinching his nasal plate to try to control his vexation.
"Elaborate. Immediately." the Pharaoh growled as his claws dug into the arms of his throne testily as the smaller Decepticon looked back up at him undaunted.
"You becoming just like your father." the blue mech spoke boldly without ever breaking their stare of wills, meaning every word.
The large silver mech's optics widened in horror before they glowed bright in pure rage as he stood up menacingly. "I am NOT my father!" he roared, baring down over the stereo mech.
Soundwave didn't even flinch under the shadow cast over him that made many mechs freeze before him in absolute terror. "Really? Shorter temper, explosive fits of rage, hysterical bouts of sadness and the biggest of them all... an unhealthy fixation with an Autobot slave."
"How dare you!" the Decepticon leader thundered, sharp fangs gleaming and carmine optics wild as he drew back as if to savage strike the Vizer.
The blue mech bravely stood his ground. Having seen the gun robot since he was but a little sparkling, he did not fear him as an adult no matter how unstable he was becoming as of late.
As was he had predicted, at the last possible moment Megatron regained a little recognition of what he was doing and to whom he was going to attack, backed down at the very last moment before he did something he truly regretted and lowered his massive ebony fists to his sides but the rage he felt didn't disparate.
All was quiet with the exception of the larger Decepticon's sharper intaking. "Word of a rebellion is growing larger all because of the freedoms you first gave to Optimus then to all the other slaves here in the palace." Soundwave spoke dutifully starting to pace as he spoke.
"And it is not just the Autobots I am worried about, My Lord, it is our own Decepticons. Your little 'stunt' has created unrest and agitation among our ranks not to mention the rumors spreading like a virus." the stereo robot said not bothering to hide the concern for the Pharaoh's safety in his voice.
The silver mech closely watched his oldest and most loyal Decepticon pace, hearing every single serious word he spoke but could not entirely grasp it anymore... And it even didn't even scare him.
The Vizer soon stopped his pacing to look down at shiny metal floor. "What I am going to say next will hurt but it must be said for the sake of your mental health..." he said softly, ready for the absolute worse his master's temper would give him.
Turning back to the large gun mech, the smaller blue robot spoke with no hesitation. "...Forget the Autobot, Sire."
Megatron didn't make a sound. He didn't move. His processor just... froze... Forget Optimus...? He couldn't... He... just couldn't... The Pharaoh lowered his striped helm. "...No..." he whispered in a hushed voice as he wandered almost zombie like to one of the nearby massive support pillars.
Soundwave watched with sad, worried optics. "Forget him." he spoke more firmly.
"I can't..." the silver mech breathed leaning his forehelm against the cool gold, watching his own his hot breath fog up its shiny surface with blank scarlet optics.
"Why?" the blue mech asked quietly, not moving from his place in case he suddenly got violent.
And he did. The Pharaoh suddenly just seemed to snap, grabbing onto the column and rearing his helm back to snarl ferally at him. "I JUST CAN'T!" he howled causing the Vizer to jolt back a few paces.
The massive Decepticon panted manically before he broke into a cheerless mood and leaned back onto the pillar in his grip. "...I can't... He's in my thoughts... He's in my dreams... When I'm with him I feel so... happy... and when he leaves I feel like I'm going to die... It won't stop... and I don't want it to... Because I... I... I love him..." he giggled disturbingly as he dragged his claws down the metal, leaving long gouges in the gold.
The smaller stereo mech didn't speak as he was simply too floored to do so. He sounded no different than his deceased insane father, Megatronus the Fallen just now. First the words he spoke during his sickness, now this... He had very little reason not to believe he on the same track of destruction as he.
Soundwave was brought back to present reality when the gun sloppily released the column to leave, that maniacal smile still very there on his lips. "Where are you going?" he asked almost frightened.
"I'm going to him." Megatron said speedily, quickly reaching for the doors.
"I don't recommend that, Sire. The slave medic's reports on Optimus has informed me that the Autobot is going reach the peak of his heat cycle in a matter of hours. In your state you will do something regretful..." the Vizer said softly, his hopes rising that maybe the Pharaoh hear him when the Pharaoh stopped for a moment. But regretted it.
The silver robot slowly stood up to his full height and madly smiled back him. "...I don't care." he chuckled before shoving the golden doors and leaving.
The second his king had left, the blue mech crumbled. It was happening all over again... Why...? "Oh Primus... Please don't do this again... Please..." he whispered brokenly into the palm of his hand.
Optimus walked through the dim hallway to the slave bathing chambers, whimpering softly in discomfort when he felt the oozing lubricant, leak out of his panel staining his transparent loincloth. The slave had left the little celebration downstairs to go clean himself. He knew it was a little foolish to go out when in heat, about to peak soon, as it was the most likely way to get attacked by Decepticons on patrol. But the liquid had built up to a point in his valve that it felt very uncomfortable.
When he reached his destination, the red and blue mech looked around to make sure that he was alone. When nobody met his sight, he slowly slid into the cold water, hissing at the icy sting the cool water had meeting his hot armor but after a few minutes, his metal skin eventually grew accustomed to the frigid liquid and sat down on a step with a sigh, untying his soiled loincloth. He pulled out a washrag out of his subspace and began scrubbing the noisome liquid pooling out of his port. This was one of the parts of his heat that he hated the most.
Every mech at a mature sexual age would go into heat every one or two months for the majority of their long lives. And in every heat cycle, their gestation chamber would fill up with a special type of lubricant with to build a fluid nest around their omega nanite. Naturally when in heat, when the omega nanite is ready to be fertilized, the chamber's seal would open and dilate, the only time it does this with the exception of when the mech's body is in a state of overload making the seal crack open slightly. If it is not sparked from a pair merging, the last crucial process needed to fertilize the omega nanite, it oozes out for the first days of the heat cycle, ridding the old gestation liquid in the process.
When the old omega nanite is gone, what is known as "peaking" begins. "Peaking" is the height of the heat cycle because as soon as the omega nanite is expelled, the new one immediately takes its place and because the nanite is fresh and ripe the mech goes into a highly aroused but also highly weakened state to fertilize it. Any robot in heat or not, will go into a heat like state called rut most of the time when around any mech in estrus, especially the younger inexperienced and will be drawn to the mech with the desire to mate if they come too close and can't control themselves.
The large Autobot knew very well he was going to hit his heat cycle's peak very soon and the second the amber fluid was gone, it would strike at full force. And the slave knew from the sore feeling he felt in his groin it was going to be an exceptionally bad one...
The semi mech cringed in slight arousal at the robust aroma the brownish-yellow liquid gave off. It smelled fantastic, irresistible and delicious... the perfect lure for a brutal Decepticon to hunt him down...
Optimus vented a sigh of relief when the fluid at last ceased flowing. He was safe, at least if he hurried back to the slave chambers. Standing up the truck gave his loincloth a quick scrub in the bathing pool to help erase the stains before tying it back around his hips.
As the red and blue robot climbed out of the pool he jumped when he heard a soft cry of pleasure somewhere close by. At first he considered ignoring it due to urgency of his coming peak but his curiosity won out and he silently moved around the corner to see what the noises were coming from.
The truck mech's sapphire optics widened at what he saw, covering his mouth in pure shock. Bumblebee was pressed against a wall by the young Decepticon guard, Barricade, his short legs wrapped around the other's black waist and his little arms around the other's neck cables as the black and purple mech plunged his quite large spike inside of the yellow mechling's valve at a rapid pace.
The large Autobot was completely thunderstruck. Bumblebee, the most timid and shy Autobot was actually having an intimate relationship with a Decepticon, Barricade his master no less, in secret...!
The yellow mechling cried out and clung to the larger mech's broad shoulders as the sports car drove into him. "P-Please, Master...! I...! Ahh! can't...! Ahhhhh!" he gasped coming closer and closer to overloading.
Barricade cooed into the Autobot's audios, kissing and nibbling them lovingly. "Shhhh... Sweetspark... As much I'd love to hear you squeal... Uhhhh... somebody might hear you... Mmmmm... You have to be quiet..." the Decepticon purred as he bit the yellow mechling's neck cables.
Optimus tried to force himself to look away but he couldn't. He shouldn't watch the pair in coitus. Though public interfacing was not taboo in any form it was thought of as rather rude to watch without the silent permission of the couple.
The young Autobot gasped and whined as the sports car robot drove into his valve over and over. "M-Master... I'm...! Haahhh! I'm...!" he whined as he arched into the Decepticon's slick armor, so painfully close to overload it was driving him mad.
"Oh, yeah baby... Your valve is getting so tight... Ahhhh... and your lubricant just keeps on flowing... Uuuhhhh...! like sweet honey... Rrrrarrr... I want to see you cream...!" the black and purple mechling growled hungrily, thrusting as hard as he could before plunging deep and holding as he ejected his transfluid into the other's tight valve.
Bumblebee's cry was silenced when his helm was grabbed and his dermas given a harsh kiss as his small frame shook in a raw overload. Barricade's howl in ecstacy was dulled as well by their locked mouths, as his seed was pooled over from the small slave's port to drip onto the floor.
Quiet came for a few moments until the young Decepticon pulled away from the car mechling, gently removing his spike from the his seeping port and catching him when the yellow mechling wobbled forward and almost fell flat on his face plate.
"I have to go... They'll probably be wondering where I am by now... So, see you tonight, sweet Bee..." the black and purple robot whispered lovingly, holding the Autobot gently in his arms.
"Do you promise me...?" Bumblebee whimpered forlornly, as he kissed the other goodbye and held his hands in a silent but wasted request for the other to stay.
Barricade gave a gentle loving smile, stroking the car robot's face. "Of course I do, baby..." he spoke before pulling and giving him a quick wave as disappeared down the darkened hallway.
Optimus watched the small Decepticon depart, noting how very sad the yellow mechling was when he was completely gone. It was not rape he saw just minutes ago, no, he submitted willingly. Which only meant one thing... 'He must really love him...' the red and blue mech thought inwardly.
The larger Autobot laxly came out from his hiding place and walked up to the younger slave's turned back. "Bumblebee." he addressed the smaller slave, startling him.
When the car mechling turned and saw the red and blue mech standing there he settled a little seeing it was not a Decepticon but he was still incredibly wary since he had still been caught. "O-Optimus?! H-How long were you there?" he spoke with a stutter trying to regain control of his still galvanized voice but was failing.
"Long enough." the semi answered as calmly as he could to help sooth his nervous little friend.
Silence was all that was heard for several uncomfortable minutes until Optimus found the courage to speak again. "How long?" he asked as the other fidgeted dreadfully.
"A while... About the time you were taken away to be the Pharaoh's personal slave... I was so distraught, I was vulnerable and scared for the worst that it made me an easy target for Decepticon beatings. But Barricade took me aside to protect me. At first I obviously didn't believe his intentions were noble but when this continued for several weeks, we both started to become close and... began to... mate with each other in secret..." Bumblebee explained his facials red with embarrassment and shame.
"I see... Do you love him?" the large Autobot asked watching his reactions, while tilting his helm and gently crossing his arms.
The younger slave flinched horribly as if preparing to be scolded. "I-I don't know. I guess I do, I mean... I care about him... and he's so nice to me." he muttered sitting down trying to come to terms with an inner fight the red and blue robot had seen himself doing my times before he realized the truth that not all Decepticons were like they believed them to be.
The semi mech bent down and softly rubbed the distraught car mechling's back plates. "That can be considered love." he spoke gently and truthfully, subconsciously wondering if he really was in love with master, Megatron.
The yellow robot balled up defensively. "If it is really is love... Love for a Decepticon... Tell me... Is what I'm doing... wrong...?" he asked weak and scared from his knees joints.
Optimus felt his spark compress in pain at the sheer guilt coming off of the little car and bent down to embrace him. "No... Of course love isn't wrong, even if it is towards a Decepticon. Does it feel wrong in your spark?" he asked to the other's audios.
Bumblebee was soundless for a while before finally lifting up his helm, revealing his shiny optics, welled up with unshed cleaning fluid. "No..." he croaked.
The large Autobot comfortingly smiled and stroked the smaller slave's helm comfortingly. "Then you have your answer." he said softly, lightly kissing him on the forehelm before gently patting him on the back and leaving the stunned mechling alone.
The yellow mechling watched the semi walk away with an awed look on his face, his processor rapidly coming up with reasons on to either take his advice or ignore it.
As the red and blue mech walked down the purplish plasma lantern lit hallways to the slave chambers, the feeling of pressure and mating urgency that had been steadily growing from deep within his frame made itself known immediately with a acute burning stab in his gestation chamber. "Oh, Primus... Frag it... I'm peaking..." he groaned, bending forwards in the smoldering pain.
Optimus silently cursed himself for being so careless. By staying longer than he wisely should out here in open, in the middle of the night, his heat cycle's peak striking him, his fuel, making him... vulnerable. To attacks, to rape. In mere seconds he was going to be little more than a mewling, squirming mess, virtually begging to be raped by any Decepticon within five hundred feet of him.
The large Autobot slave gripped the bronze walls as his hard as he was able, which was pitifully not much when his power levels were quickly dropping to staggeringly low levels. "Frag... I have to... get back... Hhhaaahhh!" he sharply gasped falling to his knees, the fiery burn in his loins reaching its zenith. The semi desperately crawled on his hands and knees across the rough steel floors to the bathing chambers in an attempt to smolder his raging estrus.
The red and blue robot threw his curvy chassis into the cold water, yelling at the shock it had to his overheating systems. Whimpering as he untied his loincloth quickly placing it in his subspace container to artlessly grab the burning navy panel between his legs, mere seconds before sliding it away and gripping his erect spike that happily sprung out from behind it.
So distracted by his sudden animech-like lust, the truck hardly even noticed a couple of Decepticon guards chatting to each other as they walked just around the corner nearby. Both silenced their conversation and froze dead in their tracks at what they saw in the slave bathing chamber's pool.
"Oh wow..." one of the guards, a muscular green and black mech, spoke gulping at the voluptuous vision, watching every little move the panting mech made.
Optimus who had heard the foreign voices approaching, had already automatically snapped his mask in place before weakly growling and glaring over his shoulder at the Decepticon guards who had stopped on their patrol to watch him self-service himself.
"Well, well, well, would you look at this, Brawl? The rebellious piece of slag himself, Optimus. I kinda forgot with the disobedient streak really hides a beauty..." the other guard, a slightly shorter but no less burly, grey and black mech said with a hungry grin.
"What are you... doing...?" the slave panted, still stroking his aching cord. He wanted to stop, oh Primus of course he wanted to, he was making a delicious little treat for the optics of thugs ready to pounce. But he couldn't... It was as if his cable was magnetized and his hand was bound to it.
The grey and black mech licked his lilac lips, his cerise optics scanning the masturbating semi robot. "We're going to have a little fun with you sweet little Autobot." he rumbled mockingly and lustful.
"But Motormaster, what about His Majesty...!" Brawl whispered in the other's audio frightened as though he was expecting their king to come out and chop off both their heads but even that barely stopped him from approaching the sinfully tempting Autobot as well.
"Will never know, Brawl... Just look. Little slut's in full blown heat, peaking actually. He won't remember a thing..." Motormaster chuckled malevolently, moving closer toward the terrorized Autobot trying desperately to escape...
Megatron rushed through the darkened hallways to his beloved... He sensed him... He was here somewhere... He just had to reach him...
"My Lord." a sinister high pitched voice spoke suddenly from behind a nearby pillar as he rounded a corner.
The Pharaoh stopped in his tracks with a fierce scowl. When he turned to greet it he discovered the loathsome High Priest standing there in the shadows, looking at him with a Primus damned infuriating I know something you don't that you really want to gaze.
The larger Decepticon exposed his fangs moodily, clenching his massive hands together in tight fists with a metal crunch. "What... do you... want... Starscream" he hissed viciously, not at all in the mood for one of Starscream's little mind games.
"Nothing, Sire. Nothing at all." the seeker said softly, waving off the clear threat as if swatting a cyberfly.
The gun robot rose to his full imposing height. "You lie..." he hissed, not knowing why he was here wasting his precious time with this little snake, humoring whatever harebrained scheme in his mind he had now.
"No, I'm not. Although I did come to tell you poor little Optimus is about get raped by some guards." the slender red and blue mech murmured, toying with his sharp fingers.
The silver mech's powerful optics widened in rare fear. "...No..." he whispered horrified stepping back several steps, his massive frame shaking with the blackened thoughts of his darling Optimus being slammed to the ground and repeatedly drove into by merciless spikes as he cried for a mercy that would never come...
Starscream smiled very much alike a serpent. "Oh, yes, My Lord... A cute little thing like him in heat... Better hurry before the sweet slave is torn limb from limb."
Megatron bolted down the halls, his violet cape blowing behind, pushing aside any unfortunate Decepticons he ran into without care. He had to protect him! He had to! He could let him get... Get... He wouldn't dare even think it...!
The High Priest hummed a sick happy tune with his hands behind his back as his king sped off. Oh, just waiting for the Pharaoh to come swooping down to claim his precious slave from the hungry Decepticon guards patrolling the halls, in his hidden full obsession state for all to see, was making him as giddy as a sparkling...
Optimus having finally managed to stop pleasuring himself, pushed himself away as best as he could from the advancing Decepticons, which was pitifully not a great deal due to his heat draining so much of his precious energy. "No..." he hissed, his back plating hit one of the columns in the slave bathing chamber.
Motormaster bore down over him, slamming his two thick arms on either side of the weakly struggling Autobot slave. "Damn... He's hot... Wish he'd take off that fragging mask..." the grey and black mech growled outtaking on the thin piece of metal protecting the semi mech's face.
The red and mech mech feebly pushed away from the Decepticon's broad chest. "S-Stay away from me..." he growled to the best of his current ability.
"You wish..." Brawl growled back from behind the smaller robot, grabbing him from around the waist and lifting him up.
Optimus squeaked in protest when the other larger Decepticon hooked his legs under his arms and looked at his open interface panel. 'No! This can't be happening! Primus please! Please!' he pleaded to the deity frantically in his processor.
"Primus almighty... His valve is beautiful... and that scent up close..." the grey and black mech moaned, intaking the seraphic scent of fresh lubricant from the tiny twitching entrance.
The green and black robot was shaking too at the siren call to mate the truck mech was giving out. "I know... So little Autobot whore... Since you service His Majesty now... Service us..." he purred wickedly.
"N-No...! S-Stop!" the Autobot weakly snarled against the pair of Decepticons and his own heat driven programming pleading for him to obey and possibly get serviced in return.
"Frag no." Motormaster purred, his grey fingers rubbing the little royal blue valve, smirking at the clear fluid oozing out from doing so.
The slave's optics widened at the touch just before he let out a scream born of a blend of pleasure and terror. 'PLEASE HELP ME!' he cried in his thoughts, praying for somebody to help him before this atrocious act commenced.
Megatron several feet away, who heard the red and blue mech's scream clear as crystal, rushed to it in a sparkbeat. He swiftly came to the slave bathing chamber and met a horrible sight that made his processor freeze. Guards, molesting his Optimus, his sweet personal slave with their filthy claws... "Motormaster! Brawl! Stop molesting my slave this INSTANT!" his strong raspy voice rang out clear and potent.
Both Decepticons looked up to see their king glaring and huffing hot air furiously. The silver mech's optics were seething in carmine flames of the deepest parts of Unicron's pit as the two dropped the shivering truck robot into the water below.
"M-My Lord!?" Brawl studdered terrified, caught between running away and standing there loyally, whichever one prevented a worse punishment.
"S-Sir! We were just... I mean..." Motormaster spoke just as frightened as his companion, maybe even a little more seeing as he was the Decepticon who started molesting the red and blue mech.
The Pharaoh ignored both of them for the moment to drop to his knee joints and phrenetically check to see if his precious semi robot was damaged in any way. Thankfully, he wasn't... but that didn't alleviate the rage he felt over what was about to happen. He swung his burning gaze at the two guards. "I don't care you fools! You can't have him! He's mine! Do you understand?!" he screamed no different than a madmech.
The gun bared his impressive sharp denta at the smaller shaking Decepticons. "Now leave and never approach Optimus again or so help me Unicron, I will castrate you both personally!" he roared spilling a little oral fluid from the scream.
"Y-Yes, Sir!" Brawl squeaked in terror before running away with the other down the halls and far out of sight.
Optimus reluctantly stirred from his place in the cool, slightly fouled water of the pool. "My Lord...?" he mewled looking up at his master with blurred optics, barely making out the violet grey fuzzy blob as his master.
Megatron smiled soothingly sweet as bent down to pick up the fallen Autobot. "Yes my darling, Optimus... You're okay now... " he cooed, stroking the other smaller mech's beautiful light pink face before scooping him up.
The slightly smaller red and blue robot ululated in the Decepticon leader's arms, weakly trying to stroke himself but failed due to the odd angle he was carried. He ached so badly... "Master..." he wailed lightly, his chassis both drooping and tensing.
The Pharaoh growled, holding himself back with all of his strength. The slave needed to protected not molested further. Instead of attacking the defenseless smaller mech, he forced his metal body to head toward the elevator upstairs.
The semi whimpered from both his sexual pain and subconscious fear of more attempts to violate him, clinging to his master broad chest plates. "It hurts... It hurts so much..." he puled, shivering like a crystal leaf.
"Shhhh... We're almost there... You're almost safe..." the massive silver mech whispered, kissing his love's forehelm while inhaling the other's thick enhanced scent. When the elevator stopped he quickly but redolently rushed to a chamber he knew would safe for him to ride out his heat cycle... The High Queen chamber... A room he had not been in since he was very small.
The gun nudged open the gracefully designed silver double doors with his elbow joint, walking over to the violet translucent veiled berth then gently laying the whimpering slave onto the berth as if he was as fragile as freshly blown glass.
Personally he didn't know how to deal with an Autobot in heat. Both Autobots and Decepticons behaved differently when in heat. Decepticons were highly aggressive and lustful, making rape or cooperating interface very likely, however they are also not as powerful so they could be just as easily pushed aside.
Autobots were apparently very different... They evidently were panting submissive messes of shiny machinery, flush in even brighter alluring colors, raising their afts obsequiously for anybody or anything to help ease their pain caused by their heat cycles... Optimus was no different...
The beautiful slave redolently wailed, rolling onto his front as his shaking sapphire hands reached down and stroked his still stiff spike. He breathlessly moaned as he arched his aft up shamelessly showing his leaking valve.
Megatron watched, though he knew it was a bad idea. He could scarcely hold himself from besetting the other mech with the scent of heat driving him into a perfect example of rut. But... it was so... beneficent... The gun mech couldn't force himself to look away.
The smaller red and blue robot on the berth, ignorant of everything but his creating his pleasure. "Ahhh... that feels... so good..." he infirmly growled in lust before mewling ever so sweetly, laying his face forward onto the berth's plush pillows as his free hand reached back to stroke his curvy ivory aft in uncoordinated circles.
The silver mech's wide hungry ruby optics twitched when the semi mech gasped seraphically and slipped two fingers into his seeping port, scissoring and pumping into the tiny convulsing hole of blue muscle cables. The Decepticon actually had to grip his arms to keep from pouncing on the vulnerable other robot, his sharp fingertips drawing energon oil he barely detected.
The semi bit his bottom derma, panting and squirming as the burn grew less unpleasant and more rapturous. "Ohhhh... Primus... I need fruition...!" he whispered hotly his mask sliding to harshly pant out the built up steam from his overheated internals.
The Pharaoh swallowed hard at the heavenly sight of his favorite rapidly fingering himself, coolant dripping off of his facials as he neared overload. With now deep gouges deep his arms, streams of mech blood flowing out generously, he could stand it no more and climbed on the berth. He deeply groaned at the heavy scent of arousal and raw frame heat hitting his sensors with every inch he got closer, inflaming his arousal even higher.
Optimus didn't even see his master approach him with hungry optics... He was far too lost in his frying his oversensitive sensors. "Aaaahhhhh...! My... Haahhhh...! frame is on fire...!" he gravelly cried, writhing about like an chained animech.
"Yes... I know my dear, Optimus..." Megatron rumbled comfortingly, laying down on his side by his favorite slave, gently stroking his ruby coolant soaked facials.
The Autobot slave gasped at the simple touch, it being so heavily amplified before growling and taking the massive hand in his own servos. His wet glossa slithered out to toy and wet the large black fingers, even sucking on each individual ring on each digit before roughly pulling them out and moving them down to his pelvis, roughly shoving the thick fingers inside of him without any warning.
The Pharaoh watched with shocked optics as the red and blue robot energetically fragged himself with his hand. His hand. His muscular frame shook in self-restrainment when he could feel the creamy streams of lubricant sliding down his wrists and the cherubic valve of the angel riding his claw, rippling and tensing...
The semi whined in ecstasy as his master's fingers were definitely much larger and thicker than his own, making a much more rough and full feeling. "Ohhhhh... Master... Your fingers are so... Ahhhh... thick... It feels... so good...!" he wailed, bouncing on the black servos with gusto.
The massive silver mech ferally snarled, harshly ripping out his hand from the other's grip. Before Optimus even had the chance to hiss in want, the gun silenced him with a ferocious kiss, stabbing in his glossa to twist with other's.
The truck squealed at the kiss, his revealed interfacing equipment roughly grinding against his master's rugged chassis. "Ahhhh haahhh! ...Master...! Ahhhhh!" he purred delighted at the thought of a partner satisfying him rather than just himself.
Megatron tore his mouth away with a wet sound from the slightly smaller Autobot's plush dermas to ravage his neck cables with love bites and wet kisses as his thumbs jammed into his port, wiggling them against the oozing walls inside, stopping only when a thin seal blocked his way further in.
The slave screamed in pleasure, clawing at the Pharaoh's back plating and encircling his thighs around his waist. "Yes, Master! Yes!" he purred primitively, wildly riding the fingers in his valve.
Almost about to snap and break it when a thought, just a small thought struck the Decepticon leader in the storm of passion and luxuria. What if he did do it? Take the beautiful truck mech's glorious virginity when he was too high in estrus to possibly remember it. Yes, he would have the satisfaction of have finally taken it, but the cost of his favorite's precious trust when he discovered his broken seal would be too great to sacrifice.
With incredible effort he didn't know he had, the silver robot pulled back and forced himself to hold from piercing through the thin barrier. Instead he lifted the red and blue mech's curvy hips up to his striped helm and lapped the spasming entrance with long steady licks.
Optimus didn't honestly care what was touching him. He was merely happy to have his oversensitive sensor nodes stimulated and finally reach his averting overload. "Please... more, Master! I... Ahhhh! I'm so... close...!" he gasped arching back into the berth's soft mesh pillows.
Megatron slurped up his feast happily, loving the raw tangy taste so much. He chuckled playfully when the Autobot gripped his head and howled for even more. And he would give it... Oh yes... He would.
The Pharaoh purred sultry, licking and suckling the valve, his hands busing with stroking himself and his beloved slave's crying spikes. It was all becoming like a hazy dream with the soft magenta lighting and the hot radiation coming form both mech's armor making it so...
The semi clapped his hands to his helm, gasping as his blessed climax was mere seconds away. "M-Master...! I'm... Ahhhh! overloading! AHHHH! MASTER!" he screamed when his hard fought for orgasm finally released the raging heat from his systems like being born anew with a long burst of transfluid from his cable, before limply slumping back while giving the other mech a sleepy satisfied purr.
The silver robot was as far from satisfied from holding himself back, having clawed into his arms enough to bleed and merely pumping his spike and fingering the red and blue mech's entrance, as lovely as that was. He wincing a bit as the pain in the scratches on his forearms made themselves known in a slow burn when he focused his attention on now helping himself reach overload.
The Decepticon rumbled in pleasure, shuddering when Optimus was watching him from below albeit tiredly. He looked so beautiful... Lying there, frame spent, sexually appeased, covered in shimmering coolant, lubricant and transfluid... He was a crystal rose...
The gun mech bit his dermas, his pace increasing as did the charge winding up in his loins. He never once broke their optic contact. He wanted him to see this, even if he didn't remember it, one day would see it constantly, sane and conscious and he would love it.
It never seemed to end until the benevolent slave almost in recharge whispered, ever so softly. "Cum on me, Master..." and Megatron broke. He bent forward, his free hand catching himself above the semi and rustled back. "I will... Tonight... You will wear my seed, Optimus..." he harshly panted, his crimson optics blazing up in pure love and obsession.
The Autobot lightly laughed, reaching up to grab his master by the back of helm, bringing to his face and gave him a gentle dulcet kiss, even stroking his black aft a little.
The Pharaoh sobbed in ecstacy, moving his mouth off to throw his helm back and magnificently roar his overload. "OPTIMUS!" he thundered in passion, his hot silvery transfluid bursting out is in a solid long stream, splashing the other's busty chest plates.
The semi giggled at being sprayed. He didn't mind. It actually felt really nice... The red and blue robot simply purred at the warm fluid covering him, like a second sticky blanket, as he laid down and fell right asleep, his energy completely gone.
When the Decepticon regained himself after a few minutes to look down at his handiwork with a lovesick grin. He rubbed his favorite slave's royal blue helm, lightly playing the antennas just to see the truck mech twitch in his slumber. Primus, he loved him... He couldn't wait to tell him. He knew the Autobot wouldn't reject him. He wouldn't. If he did, it would kill him...
Optimus awoke the next morning, frame achy and sticky. Not a good sign... He sat up, groaning and wincing at his harsh stiffness in his armor. This heat cycle had to be one of the very worst... Oh he prayed he didn't make too much of an asinine spectacle of himself and Primus help him if in front of his master.
The large slave rolled off the huge comfy berth, moving slowly to break in the awkwardness and fatigue of frame. He certainly was curious as to where he was. It most certainly wasn't the slave chambers and he didn't know any Decepticon nobles who had it this affluent. He reached the doors and pushed them open, seeing his master sitting in the foyer's many chairs.
The Pharaoh was slumped over, optics closed and appeared to be melancholy. "My Lord...?" the red and blue mech asked gently, unsure how to approach him in case he was privately angry about something.
Megatron still sat, silent for several minutes before speaking. "I'm sorry, my dearest, Optimus... I truly am..." he spoke sadly, like the world had ended and it was all his fault.
The Autobot confused sat on a chair beside his master, softly grabbing his hand respiting on the arm rest. "What are you talking about?" he asked trying to get his master to open his optics and look at him.
The gun mech looked away, not being emotional strong enough to actually look into those darling sapphires. "When you were at the peak of your heat cycle... I actually was going to take of advantage of your weakness..."
Optimus was even more confused at the confession before he felt something warm slither onto his hands. When he looked, his optics widened in horror. "Oh, your arms...! Oh, My Lord... Did you do this to yourself... and just left it untreated...?!" he asked alarmed.
The silver mech didn't answer, he felt much too disgusted with himself and his repulsive thoughts. It was only with this tiny amount of pain was able to slightly wake up from his delusions. Though not by much...
The large Autbot slave's face saddened. "Oh... Master... You didn't need to do that to yourself." he said soothingly, touching the Decepticon's handsome face with the back of his hand.
"Yes, I did... Trust me... I can not believe how I would dare to think such disgusting selfish thoughts... What I was going to do was going to be no different than the guards I chased away... Frag I even injured you..." Megatron growled, hating himself with every word.
The semi softly reached up and touched bite marks on his neck. They weren't deep and they only slightly hurt. Nothing serious in the least. Nothing to certainly destroy themselves over. "This? I've had far worse, Master. I know you think you are no better than those kinds of Decepticons and you are, My Lord. Because the fact is, you had the chance to take something precious from me but you didn't... and for that I will thank you..." he spoke lovingly as he stood up and embraced his stunned master from behind, nuzzling his face.
The Decepticon leader shivered, almost crying at the causal forgiveness. He absolutely adored this angel... He gently tilted his helm to give the other robot a soft loving kiss.
The smaller red and blue robot simply smiled kissing him back as he stroked his master's strong back as well as cleaning the self made wounds with a soft moist cloth from his subspace. When finished softly placed the fabric aside and pulled away from the lovestruck Pharaoh. "There all better..." he whispered at his dermas, patting the cleaned injuries.
The gun mech lightly rumbled, turning around and pressing his frame against his own while grabbing the Optimus' slender waist in his hands. "I want you... So much..." he murmured completely aboulic.
The slave gently pushed the hands gripping him down, shaking his helm. "I know. But please. Even though I am not ready to give you my virginity, I am willing to ease the pain I have accidently caused you..." he spoke as he laid the silver mech down on the soft carpeting before climbing on top of him.
The red and blue mech batted the hands that tried to grab away. He didn't need him to do anything. It was just going to him... "Oh..." he blushed when he felt the thick bulge of his master's codpiece poke him in the thighs as he sat down. He just smiled and gently rubbed it with his hands.
The silver mech was afraid to even speak, remained completely silent for fear of spooking the lovely Autobot who was starting to fondle his chassis all on his own.
Optimus laid down on Megatron's usekh covered broad chest, listening to the phrenetic pulsing of the spark within. The large slave couldn't help but giggle. He was making the larger mech excited.
The Pharaoh moaned as the semi explored his frame with his smooth hands and kissed around his frame. Oh Primus almighty... He had perished and gone to the well, because this was all just too perfect to be real...
The gentle Autobot purred, slowly moving down the massive Decepticon's chassis to sit in front his ebony panel. Well, he had to get to it eventually, let it be now he supposed. Carefully he brushed the gun robot's purple loincloth and skirt aside and coaxed the groin armor to slide away.
The red and blue mech gasped and blushed at the sizable spike that quickly came out to tap him directly in the face. "Ohh, my...!" he gasped in awe at the ink black cable standing in front of him. Yes he had seen his master's cord before when they were bathing together, but never standing completely erect in all its glory. And it was magnificent... Midnight black flecked with innumerable little grey sensors and was adorned with nice crimson bearings built in the cable around its base.
The silver robot saw the quiet awe the other mech displayed. He wasn't ashamed of his anatomy, even more so when he around him. "Don't be afraid to look at it my sweet..." he purred lovingly trying to encourage him to touch it.
The truck mech hesitated for a moment, questioning how he was going to pleasure the massive interface organ. It appeared so clear in his mind but now... "It... It's just so big..." he whispered amazed and a little nervous.
The Pharaoh caught the jitteriness in the other robot's deep voice. "You should be proud my dear... This is what you do to me... Don't be scared... Go on ahead and touch it..." he rumbled, impatientness showing in his tone.
Optimus hesitated, swallowing a nervous lump in his throat tube. Slowly he reached forward with a shivering single hand until his servo tips grazed the tip. When Megatron moaned, the Autobot loosely wrapped his fingers around the spike, slowly pumping it.
The gun sharply gasped, wildly thrashing his helm to the side. Holy Primus! His gentle fingers were as soft and smooth as a fresh coat of lube...! A thousand times better than anything he imagined in his late night fantasies!
Flinching at the edged noise, the smaller red and blue robot quickly pulled away. "Did I do something wrong...?" he asked in a routinely cautious voice even though he wasn't actually wasn't scared it was just old habits highly ingrained in his CPU.
But the Decepticon didn't know this. He believed the other was going to flee from love once again. "NO! No... Please... Keep going... I-I beg of you...!" he pleaded, yes begged the slave to continue to stroke him.
The semi swallowed before lightly taking the mechhood back into his hands. It was definitely the first one aside his own he had ever handled, which was very rare even in his heat which he remembered even less so. It certainly felt so... charging but unusual.
"Yesss... Yes..." the silver mech panted, supremely pleased right down to his very core. It was happening... It was finally happening! Optimus was touching him entirely on his own and was enjoying it as well!
The Autobot continued to stroke the cable in his hands watching in silent fascination how it frantically pulsed with the sparkbeat of its owner in his servos. The silvery transfluid that began to leak out of its head then caught his attention. Curious as to its flavor, the slave wiped off a bit and brought it into his mouth. It was quite tangy and sweet... Rather tasty...
Megatron whimpered when his favorite curiously tasted his seed, suckling his finger a few moments before pulling it out in a string of oral fluids. "Y-Your mouth..." he vented crisply, claws digging into the purple carpet.
"Hmm? What about my mouth?" the semi mech asked diffidently but had a feeling he already knew what he wanted.
"I want it on... my spike... Suck me off, Optimus...! Please..." the Pharaoh solicited, squirming in pure lust.
The large Autobot slave's platinum face flushed a deep scarlet. Suck him-! Primus he wanted to say no out of shyness but felt the excited drive to just do it. He licked his soft plush dermas to clear away any dryness before bending forward and kissing the cord's tip.
The Decepticon sharply intaked before letting out a deep oscillating moan. Oh Primus, he swore he would cage this little angel just for this purpose if he had the chance. Just holding him, loving him and interfacing with him every which way...
The red and blue mech slowly drew the spike's head into his mouth, testing how much he could fit before sliding down, engulfing the smooth black interfacing organ right to the root before pulling back up again to suck the tip.
The gun robot sprang up on the floor, clawing the carpet as he crested in pleasure. "Rwwarrr! Optimus...!" he howled, grabbing the other's sapphire helm tightly in a physical manner of saying more.
Optimus smiled around his mouthful at the sight. No mech who didn't hold a flame of love would ever say the name of one they adore when in the waves of bliss. The red and blue robot inspired by the begging, moved his mouth back and forth in a steady rhythm, drinking the transfluid as it steadfastly pooled inside.
Megatron snarled, hips moving of their own violation to thrust untamedly into the moist cavern devouring his cable as his claws dug in the hold tight. "RRRAAARRR! Yes, Optimus!" he thundered, drooling, fiery optics wild as his charge spiraled him to climax.
His master's claws had begun to dig in enough to be painful but the slave let it slide. He just couldn't help himself coming close to overload. The red and blue didn't know what he should expect when the silver robot did orgasm but continued to suck the cord being thrust into his mouth and start to hold down the Decepticon's thighs from coming together on his helm.
The Pharaoh grit his fangs together as he felt the rise of his peak before tumbling clean over. "AAAAHHHH! OPTIMUS! YES! YES!" he bellowed his optics bright through his overload as his muscle cables tensed and froze him in place.
The truck squeaked, jerking back, surprised at the hot rush of massive amounts of transfluid rapidly gushing into his oral chamber. He flinched when he was also sprayed in the face with the payload of nanites, surprising him more than anything.
As Optimus shyly wiped his blushing red face of the warm silvery liquid, Megatron lazily sat up and deeply purred. "Stay with me..." he said huskily.
The large slave looked up at the Decepticon leader's lovesick expression before looking bashfully turning away. His spark was pounding at the romantic tones of staying here with his master all day, every day.
"Why don't you stay up here with me?" the Pharaoh asked more sternly when he didn't receive a response from his beloved Autobot.
"I... I don't know..." the red and blue robot mumbled, knowing that sounded pathetic but it was honest.
The massive silver mech crawled over to the confounded semi robot, rubbing his shoulders and nuzzling his beautiful facials. "Please... Don't say no... I can't stand not being around you..." he whispered lamentably.
Optimus tightened his lips, feeling unsure about what to say. He wanted to in his spark, but his mental scars kept saying otherwise. Scars that he would bare forever now burning hot with the nagging doubts about the larger mech's mental health. "Maybe I... I should go..." he said hushed as he gently moved from his master and shakily stood up.
The gun followed him, reaching out for him with his hands. "Don't leave... Please, don't... I need you... I want you..." he pleaded, wanting him to stop torturing him with these foolish doubts.
The Autobot slave didn't say anything but merely held his arms. Why did he behave like this? He wasn't afraid of Megatron. His behavior, his mentality and family problems raised some concerns, but he... cared for his master, so why...? Was it his incident as a sparkling? The incident involving his foster carrier and his first master...?
Megatron watched the inner battle being waged inside of the slightly smaller red and blue mech. "Don't run from me anymore..." he growled right into his audios.
Optimus shivered at the passionate growl but didn't let it get to him. What needed to said must be said to comfort whatever it was that kept holding him back. "Master, you do know that a relationship of this nature is considered absolutely is wrong by both of our factions... With you being the great and mighty Pharaoh and I a mere slave... This... might not work very well in end for both of us..." he said hoping he understood the danger but at the same instant wasn't trying to discourage him.
"I don't care!" the Pharaoh roared as he spun the Autobot around to hug the smaller mech tightly to his mighty chest plates. "I simply can not bare not being near you... I'd rather die than be without you."
The red and blue mech froze in his master's arms, stunned by the strong tenderness in his words. He cared that much for him...? Even at the risk of exposing their relationship...? Even for his life...? He was... blown away. "M-Master... Release me please... I-I'm going to pass out..." he mewled his energy still too low from his recent heat cycle to handle all the excitement.
"I refuse..." the gun robot vented his strong air from his filters onto the Autobot's audio, holding tighter. He would never let him go... Never...
The slave shivered at the hot air kissing his audios. He was beginning to feel faint. He was pushing it doing so much in such a short time when not up to his full strength and now was paying the price. "N-No... Let me go... Please... I promise I won't leave you but you must release me... and I swear to see you everyday, My Lord if that is what you truly desire." he gasped out.
The larger silver robot felt his spark ease as well as his grip. "You swear on to this promise?" he asked seriously looking into the other's dazed sapphire optics.
The semi barely managed to maintain the strength to merely nod his answer. "...I do." he whispered, his energy almost completely drained.
Megatron released the weakening Optimus from his powerful arms, watching him cling to a nearby wall to keep from falling. He spoke again, still retaining his weighty tone. "Then if you are to keep your promise to me then you may no longer recharge in the slave quarters. No. You must remain near to me, by my side always."
Being finally liberated helped the large Autobot slave his composure, but it may already have been too little too late as his vision began to tunnel horribly. "...I can't stay up here in your berth chambers and you know why I can not do that. Not only would that be going on your word about my freedom to go wherever I please but if I was found out willingly consorting myself with you, My Lord, I would crucified for it by your Decepticons' hands."
The Decepticon frowned a little at the gentle disapproval but didn't let it truly phase him. He was never going to truly escape him. "Fine. Then you will stay in the High Queen's chamber." he continued blantly, not caring about how the sheer magnitude of the offer would effect his favorite slave in his current state.
The semi mech clumsily jolted back like he had been branded his twin Autobot symbols all over again and clutched his spark, frantically pulsing all over again. "The High Queen...?!" he squeaked.
"For the mech I choose to be my eternal bondmate. Yes, it is indeed. Make no mistake, my dear, you may be the one I have chosen. And though you might never truly be my High Queen, you certainly have a place in my spark to earn at least sanction inside. After all I had placed you in there last night during your heat." the Pharaoh explained guiltlessly.
The red and blue robot was dead quiet, completely floored at the offer grasped the wall behind him for dear life. He couldn't believe all of this. It was just... so romantic it had to be a dream. Nothing this wonderful existed in the living realm without it having some sort of catch behind it. And yet... it was.
"Tell me something though, Optimus. You seem to have a reason to come to me that is not out of your duty to me... I must know if I too hold a special place in your spark..." the gun mech whispered watching his beloved slave take in the proposition with a watchful gaze.
"I... I do care for you very much... You are one of the very few mechs in my life to have ever made such an impact in my spark... But I... I..." Optimus stopped himself before he could say it. Not yet... Everything was just spinning so fast. First a bad heat cycle then being offered the High Queen's chamber...?
"You what...?" Megatron asked agitated slamming his large hands on either side of his helm, wanting the answer right here and now. He had to have it... The waiting was simply driving him insane.
Optimus felt the last remaining respites of his energy go and with it the grip he had on wall as a final resort. "No... I can't..." he whimpered as he began to slide down the golden wall.
The Pharaoh grabbed the red and blue mech's wrists when he started to fall in a firm unrelenting grip before pinning him to the wall. "No what...?! What do you say...?! Tell me...!" he growled passionately, optics leering obsessively into the other's about to mentally snap.
"I... can not say... not yet... please my heat... and this... its just... too much... I... I..." the slave squeaked out before his voice completely faded as did his strength. His CPU promptly shut down and he fainted, falling backwards.
The Decepticon moved as swift as a seeker and caught the unconscious smaller Autobot in his powerful silver arms by gracefully bending on one knee. He felt something come painlessly disjointed in his processor as he held his favorite both sadly and adoringly in his embrace, looking over him. "My darling little angel... Why must you keep me waiting? Why must you continue to hurt me...?" he maundered pitifully over and over to audios that didn't hear him.
The massive silver mech walked over to the High Queen chamber, placing the recharging semi on the pillows he not was away from for more than a half hour again.
The gun kissed the red and blue robot's plush dermas before cupping his face in fiery passion. "I will have you, my sweet... my beloved..." he groaned in compulsion, licking along the side of the semi's beautiful platinum facials while rubbing his massive chassis against the sleeping beauty.
Megatron left his beloved Optimus while closing the silver doors, barely containing a mad defeated laugh bubbling up from within. His spark was rapidly flipping and jumping about in furor in chest. "Mine...! All mine...!" he chuckled to himself, placing a hand over his face as he leaned back against the closed doors.
Despite holding it back, the Pharaoh burst out into a full blown hearty dark laugh. "Yes... All mine... Forever..." he purred sinfully as he slid his hand down and undo his loincloth, rubbing himself right there in the darkened hallway. He barely had any need for intense masturbation being so aroused from his failed victory before overloading.
The silver robot richly vented out in satisfaction, lifting up his transfluid soaked hand before giving a sick smile. "Now... I won't let you leave..." he chuckled evilly pressing the locking button on the outside of the doors and keying a number code only he would know before walking away dragging his claws across the walls...
A/N: Merry Christmas peoples! Another chapter bagged and tagged as a nice little present. Kinda rushed a bit to get this done since I'm busy for the holidays so I hope I didn't mess up anything but will check back when its not so hectic. Still, I freakin' love writing about crazy possessive bots, oh yes I do. Kinda also explained heat cycles which was quite fun actually, hope it kind of explains a bit for those of you who don't know. Things are definitely going to pick up its pace and my updates might speed up as I kinda have an idea as to how the story is going to end. So, please continue giving me reviews and love and I will continue making more! Peace!