Beautiful Tragedy

by Ellanore Einstein

G1Egyptian: Cybertron is ruled by a mighty cold sparked Pharaoh, Megatron but it is not the rumors of the son of Primus, a Prime could dethrone him and destroy his mighty empire but his mad obsession with the beautiful slave, Optimus. MegatronXOptimus Prime Review! Chap 12 is now up, updated as of 12/17/13!

9. Chapter 8: Words of Love and Nightmares

Disclaimer: Dah-dada-dah, still not mine.

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Beautiful Tragedy

Chapter 8: Words of Love and Nightmares

The dawn rose in the false sky of the metal planet Cybertron, cascading warm light unto the face of the cyber world. Drifting gracefully through every window, every door, every crack with fragile gentleness, even drifting in through dusty curtains to fall on a certain sleeping mech in his berth.

Optimus tossed and turned in the elegant translucent mesh sheets, tangling up within the delicate fabric as he unconsciously squirmed about. Deep in his recharging processor, the large slave saw his master, Megatron. He was standing there with a gentle smile, his majestic violet cape blowing, though there was no breeze present and powerful silver arms covered in gold and jeweled bracelets, spread wide open to receive him in a loving embrace.

The red and blue mech smiled, his spark leaping around in his chest at the romantic aura the other proudly put out for him. He had no idea how handsome and dashing he appeared when he did this. However when the truck finally did move into his arms, he was held so endearingly for a few moments before he was squeezed so tightly it actually hurt. Looking up to beg why, he beheld a sight that made his spark freeze in horror.

The Pharaoh's sparkpiercing ruby optics were now blazing with pure madness, his steel skin haggard and scarred, all his lovely expensive jewelry gone, his once resplendent purple cape now in pitiful tatters and his dermas spread wide in a menacing dark fanged grin he could swear had mech fluid stained upon them.

Now truly frightened of the almost demonic visage his beloved gun mech inadvertently transformed into, the smaller Autobot phrenetically fought his tight denting grip until he managed to finally free himself, hearing a vicious roar of outrage as he did so. But he didn't care. He had to flee from this madmech.

Optimus ran away to nowhere in his dream, far from the mad Decepticon leader as he could. He raced in the blackness for what seemed like a painful eternity, until he exhausted his energy, making him eventually having to bend over and cycle air into his overexerted internals. When he rose more collected and was just about to rush off some more, he could've sworn he heard crying echoing about in the strange dream world's atmosphere.

Curious and worried someone may be injured, the Autobot slave walked toward the direction of the sobbing and stopped when he saw the large silver mech, broken and bloody with horrible wounds, sitting broken in a pool of endless mech fluid as he screamed at the sky of nothing for something he could neither hear or understand... But the semi robot felt what the other needed... It was pulling his frame to his. It was pure, lost but unmistakable. It was love.

The red and blue mech at first hesitantly approached Megatron, nervous about coming near him after being almost injured but his desire to help him severely outweighed his previous fear. He soon ran to the other mech, crying out in worry and outreaching to him. But as soon as he could touch his face, white light consumed him and...

Optimus awoke with a start, coolant dripping off of his colorful frame as if he had been actually physically running like in his outlandish dream. The large Autobot sat up more properly as he clutched his face plates, trying to slow his agitated ventilations. That was the strangest dream he had ever had, as well as being the only one he remembered so hauntingly vivid and iridescent.

What was that dream about? Was it even a dream? Was it sign he was going crazy? That Primus was giving him a strange glimpse of the future? His? Or the Pharaoh's? All these questions struck his processor like rapid fire laser shots. The red and blue robot tardily crawled out of the large berth he was in, sitting on the edge and rubbing his platinum facial plating in an attempt to come to terms of what to make of his dream.

So, the semi mech had a peculiar dream about himself and his master. It was nothing to worry over, right? The slave nodded to himself. Exactly, a dream meant nothing if it never would happen in reality and the likelihood of it becoming so was extraordinarily rare, so why bother to worry about it?

Oprimus shakily calmed with his self-assurance, got up and stretched his stiff muscle cables before he started to walk around, taking in the sights of the room he currently was inside. It was a moderate sized chamber, shaped a lot like the Decepticon leader's but was still smaller. The walls were a nice shade of calm etched silver, a somewhat pleasant relief from the constant glare of all the gold plating of the palace's various walls, floors and ceiling.

There was not much inside the room that was not in some way a similar but lessened make of the gun robot's own possessions, with the exception a large dresser with a hand-craved ivory framed mirror atop it sadly covered in dust from disuse and a pair of transparent crushed jade glass pane doors leading to a roofed balcony.

The slave frowned a bit at the lovely room of such soft grace being forgotten. The High Queen's chamber was terribly neglected. Why it was so ignored was beyond him. The wealth in the room may have been classified as less worth compared to the worth of gold but there still was enough valuables in here to make any greedy spark, foam with raging hunger.

The large Autobot sat a small chair in front of the dresser and curiously looked at the forgotten mirror. After carefully wiping the dust off of its surface he saw himself for the first time in a long while. He looked tired and worn out, something he figured was from all the not stop excitement of his palace life. The red and blue mech lowered his helm and chuckled. Vanity was never something he cared for. He knew he was unappealing for anything but lust, especially to his former masters.

Shaking his helm in bitter amusement at the old memories, the semi robot looked around further and noticed something that caught his attention. There was no keypad inside the room. There was an old indent in the wall where one once was... but not anymore, which made very little sense. The only reason why the internal keypad inside a room would be removed and not the one outside it would be... to lock someone inside.

Optimus fought down the chill of fear that rose inside his spark at the thought and tried to push open the double doors only to discover they would not give, causing his revere to increase twofold. Maybe it was just a malfunction caused by the removal of the other missing keypad, after all the room hadn't been tended to in ages... He simply had to get his master to open it from the other side. He just hoped he was awake by now...

Megatron was gazing outside a window, humming happily to himself for no real reason, minding the more dulled sky of the winter cycle was no less stunning than its summer brother when he heard his beloved slave's heavenly voice ring in his helm.

'Master? Are you awake?' the Autobot slave asked softly as if frightened about something... Could it be the predicament in his new room...? Which made the Pharaoh laugh as he did not know yet that he was only protecting him...

'For you my darling... Always.' the Decepticon replied in a deep husky purr, ravishing his spark with his lenient words as it thrummed with adoration for his favorite.

The red and blue mech played with his fingers, mentally preparing to ask if he was deliberately locked inside by him. It wasn't that he didn't trust him, it was that he was afraid of a bit of his behavior. And personally he didn't feel it was a keypad malfunction... 'Yeah... Um... Forgive me if I should sound alarmed but... I can't get out. I couldn't have accidently done that as there is no keypad in here. Which could mean I was locked in here. Could you tell me why?' he inquired, bracing for a possible scolding but instead was told in return an answer so gentle and simple, it knocked him aback a bit.

The silver mech keened at how sweet and innocent his beloved was. Oh, how he loved it so...! 'Why...? Well... Hmmm... Because I locked you inside, my dear, Optimus.' he replied causally, licking his dermas in delectation.

The semi shivered in a blend of arousal and caution at the tone. 'Okay... But, why did you lock me inside, Master?' he asked, nervous that his master did possibly indeed share his father's madness. It certainly would explain everything he did a little more...

'I just want to protect you. Keep you from all the harm...' the gun murmured trailing off his obsessive muttering with a somewhat manic chuckle while looking at the rings on his hands sparkle from the light peeking in from the outside.

'Mmmm, that's nice, My Lord... but I don't need protecting.' Optimus spoke honest and proud. He had defended himself fine over the years, far before he had ever met the other mech. He loved the untold offer for its loving care but didn't like the implication it had that he was helpless without him.

Megatron laughed cringingly higher than his usual rough baritone. His sweet naive slave... He just didn't know... 'Oh, yes you do! Do you know how close you came to being a rape casualty? Do you...?!' he hissed, his fists clenching tautly at the awful memory of that night.

'Yes, I am. Me being mere seconds away from being violated is true but it was simply bad timing caused by my own foolish recklessness that night. However, you got to me in time so there was no harm done. Now can you please just let me out?' the slightly smaller red and blue robot asked again, hoping the other would listen to the simple logic in his words.

All the playful happiness the Pharaoh had, suddenly sharply converted into grave seriousness. He would protect him. Nothing would ever make him stop. 'No. You need my protection. You do. I couldn't bear it if anything ever happened to you... You truly do not know how much you mean to me...' he whispered fearfully as he walked down the hall to the High Queen's chamber, not wanting to even entertain the thought of the semi wounded.

The Autobot sighed exacerbated, pinching his nasal plate as the rest of his platinum face flushed pink. His master's care for his well-being may have touched his spark but, Primus help him, he was too overprotective for his own good... 'I'll be fine, My Lord. Now please just let out. Please? Please...?' he begged in an endearing tone as he leaned against the doors when he sensed the nearby Decepticon just outside them.

The silver robot felt his muscle cables loosen and his spark pound at the soft angelic tone in his beloved's plea. Should he do it...? Release his beloved to the harshness around him...? In his CPU he felt he should keep him, trap him if he had to... But in his spark... he honestly only wanted the slave's happiness and possible love... Not disdain. '...As you wish...' he whispered as he gently typed in the code.

The very moment the doors' locks disengaged and the slightly smaller mech emerged from within, the gun robot threw his powerful arms around him. He just wanted to hold his darling slave... committing to memory every single thing the mech had to offer as if it was the last... and never let go...

Though a little confused at the sudden desperate affection, Optimus hugged his master in return just as sweetly. "Thank you. But why did you try to lock me inside?" he asked comfortingly while rubbing his master's back in soothing circles.

"I was... worried about your safety." Megatron muttered, nuzzling the semi mech's perfect platinum facials, physically memorizing the metal skin with his own.

The slightly smaller Autobot slave blushed at the gentle husky whisper and soft cuddling. "You don't have to worry anymore, My Lord. My heat cycle is over." he spoke modestly, softly pushing him away and holding him back when he tried to latch onto him once more. He really wanted to talk right at this moment, not be smothered.

"No. I don't want you to escape me..." the Decepticon leader growled stubbornly, not really caring all too much how the red and blue mech would comprehend that as.

Optimus laughed uncomfortably at the odd statement. "Escape you? Why would I do that?" he shrugged incrediously. That was certainly a... random thing to say. What was that about? Was he scared of him running away? The Autobot winced internally at the graphic memory of his dream before obstinately pushing it away. Now was not the time to think of that...

The Pharaoh ignored the question in favor of voicing the urgent demands of his worried spark. "You will tell me everything you do, I do not care how small." he demanded in a firm, rough tone. He knew it sounded slightly foolish, but he had to know! He just had to...

The slave frowned at the anserine request, loosely crossing his arms. "You know I can't agree to that, Master." he said dryly, getting a touch annoyed at all the mistrusting and preventive orders his master was spouting off at his one slipup.

The gun scowled at little at his kind offer being shot down. "Why not?" he asked gruffly moving forward towards his beloved, his frustration barely hiding his rich discomposed voice.

Optimus huffed, holding him away again. This was going nowhere unless he reached a type to agreement to settle the other robot's senseless paranoia. "Very well, if you want so much to protect me Master... I guess it is okay to lock the door... but only at night when I'm going into recharge." he spoke a tiny bit annoyed at his master's possessiveness but bared it. He just wanted to protect him from more possible attacks though it was very unlikely.

Megatron was not satisfied in the least with that type of answer. He still wanted more to relieve his storming spark... Much more... "Mmmmm... Maybe, I should just accompany you more often..." he muttered, sadly looking toward the carpeted floor.

"No, Master. I will be fine. Please, you must stop fearing for me. If I have the ability to trust you, you must trust me in return, correct?" the red and blue mech asked dulcetly, cradling his master's handsome face with one of his gentle blue hands before turning it to face him.

"...Yes." the Pharaoh vented breathlessly at being so tenderly touched before closing his passionate carmine optics and rubbing his face lightly into the servos.

The slave's blush intensified at the silver robot's bold lovesick demeanor. "Good. Now I'm just going downstairs to-" he began before he was suddenly seized by his slender waist and pulled forward to bump chests with the causing him to squeak in surprise.

The Decepticon firmly gripped the smaller Autobot by the shoulders plates and looked seriously into his surprised sapphire optics. "You promise me you will be alright? Do you promise?" he spoke grievously urgent, his now wide open optics reflected brightly deep within the smaller mech's own.

"Yes, of course I will be fine. Okay, please try to relax, My Lord. Worrying so often is not healthy." the semi mech said, his dear friend Ultra Magnus coming to his mind when he said that.

The gun looked disbelieving at the smaller robot. How could he hold to just that? Maybe he should've just kept him in that room... but then he would hate him forever and he'd rather be struck through the back with an energon sword than ever do that.

Optimus wriggled out of his master's firm hold on his shoulders to lean forwards and softly kiss him on the lips. "I'll be back soon, okay?" he spoke with finality as he pulled away before the other could catch him again in his death grip once more. With a simple friendly wave goodbye, he turned and left toward the elevator downstairs.

Megatron reached out for his beloved Autobot as he ran away until he was completely beyond his reach before numbly letting his limp arm drop to his side. "My... Optimus..." he whimpered before the familiar loneliness that bubbled up inside his spark every time his beloved left came back into being... How he loathed it...

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For several weeks the slave continued to keep up his 'job' of sorts by keeping Autobots safe and preventing most of their abuse from their masters by his presence alone. But after dark, he kept his word and returned each and every night to be given a soft kiss goodnight by the possessive Decepticon before being locked safely inside. Although being locked in the very room he was given as a generous gift was somewhat intimidating as the aspect of easily becoming a prisoner was a very real problem given the Pharaoh's noticeable obsessive behavior.

The large red and blue robot didn't allow it to really get to him though. He wanted to be there for the gun mech, no matter how strange or even deranged he became. He owed him at least that for all he had generously done. But also because... of how lost and alone the silver mech became without him.

At first Optimus thought it was simply because Megatron might've been lonely for genuine company that did not fall at his pedes in fearful worship or do it simply because they had to for political reasons. But everyday he came in, the gun burst into a relieved smile and embraced him.

The care and devotion he was showered with was precious beyond any words but was stifling. The Autobot slave had to get away from time to time even though he had to moderately fight for it by making up any convenient excuse he could create.

Saying the Pharaoh was simply dominating was an understatement. He almost downright stalked him. The semi mech had often caught glimpses of him following him, as if he was going to leap out a nearby window or vanish right where he stood. Why he did, he could never get a straight answer out of his master to know. Maybe he had abandonment issues with those he cared about.

The red and blue robot didn't know. All he did know is something was building up in the air every single day. What it was, was indescribable but it definitely felt bad...

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Optimus yawned as he emerged from the elevator before walking up the High Queen's chamber to sleep for the night, seeing Megatron leaning on the outside walls as he always was, with his arms crossed and his pede tapping impatiently.

When the Autobot approached with a soft greeting it caused the Decepticon to lift his striped helm and give his same haunting smile that both touched and slightly chilled the gentle slave's spark. "Optimus..." he crooned, embracing his beloved mech possessively, intaking his heavenly scent like the finest perfume.

"Hello to you too, Master. I'm very tired... Sorry if you wished to do something today..." the truck yawned a second time, his weariness slowly taking the majority of his focus away but not the mild guilt he had inside about not being with master most of the day.

The Pharaoh almost broke when he was once again softly pushed away. Whenever he truly wanted to hold the smaller red and blue robot he pushed aside... Why? Did he know how much that hurts him...? "I know..." he mumbled his elated mood now replaced with a more miserable feeling.

The red and blue mech watched the silver robot's dramatic change in moods with a clear expression of sadness. "...So may I go to berth and recharge, My Lord...?" he asked gently while trying to get his master to look at him in the optics but was failing.

"I don't care..." the massive gun mech murmured deleteriously, lying through his fanged denta before moodily storming off. He couldn't stand being near this sparktease anymore tonight if he wouldn't understand what he continued to unknowingly do to him. It just hurt too damn much...

The semi watched the other leave, sensing the pained aura he gave out in sheer waves. He was hurting... "Oh, Master... Wait!" he called out, grabbing the larger robot's massive black hand causing him to stop in his angered tracks.

Megatron closed his optics and sighed at the lovestruck jolt his spark gave him. "Yes, Optimus...? What is it?" he inquired slowly, turning around to see his beloved appear flustered about what he should say. For several minutes he waited diligently for the other robot's response.

"Look... I'm sorry I've been so busy lately with the other Autobots, truly I am. But since you have granted them the same freedoms I have, I don't have to worry too much for them. I guess it was just a habit I had developed. Please forgive me if I've selfishly brushed you aside... I really did not mean to..." Optimus said ashamed of himself, finishing with a penitent look up to his master.

The Pharaoh's dark facials watched him with a mildly surprised expression before they lit up in sheer happiness as he lightly took the smooth hand holding his arm to hold in his own rugged claw. "You are forgiven... If you can make it up to me that is..." he purred in the red and blue mech's audio before kissing it softly.

The semi moaned when his sensitive antenna were wetly caressed by a pair of love hungry dermas. "Well... How about... Tomorrow we can go anywhere you would like. All day, just you and I, I don't mind. Just call me whenever you ready to leave." he managed to get out somehow as the massive Decepticon beset his audio sensors.

The silver robot chuckled warmly. His favorite was ever so ready to please him... Perhaps he was almost ready to know the truth about his love for him...? And maybe... be loved in return... "Of course..." he whispered before dipping the Autobot back in his arms to give him a very passionate kiss goodnight.

The slave laughed, returning the emotion filled kiss for several minutes before he gently broke their dermal connection and stood up, still cradled in his master's strong arms. Now this was the mech he cared for, not the obsessive one that haunted him. "I'll see you tomorrow, Master..." he purred happy he was forgiven before shyly looking away with a rose blush on his cheeks.

"Indeed." the gun rumbled intensely in return as his beloved went inside the High Queen's chamber. He smirked when the smaller robot seductively closed the silver doors while looking behind him with a playful lusty gleam in his sapphire optics.

Megatron sighed while placing a hand on his chest plates, allowing the full setting of his assuagement wash over his battered internals. The wild yearning and desolation that had plagued his spark for weeks vanished in the instant the beauty granted him his affections. It should've scared him how much power he had over the very core of his spark, but it did not. He was all but blind to his love... And was happy that way... Oh so happy...

However, deep in the shadows, a pair of crimson optics narrowed in both delight and in disgust. His dermas lifted to show his sharp denta in a smirk. Primus, the pair just made this too damn easy...! It was utter laughable to see how vulnerable the Pharaoh was all lovestruck with the little slave.

Jolting a bit from a manic giggle nearby, the Decepticon leader turned to see something that almost wiped out his cheerful mood nearly out of existence from the sight of him once again... "Starscream, what do you want..." he hissed warningly, not at all happy to see the deranged little seeker so close to his Optimus, even if he was currently locked in under his care and he was standing right here.

"Just heard about the commotion a couple nights ago, about the dear Autobot... He had almost got raped is what I heard." the High Priest purred heinously while lightly running his claws across the walls.

"Thank goodness you got my warning and rushed to his rescue... Still... You can't really blame those guards for having an interest in a little beauty like, Optimus... Even if he wasn't in heat he still would've got attention regardless... Frag even mine if he tried enough..." the seeker added sinfully.

The much larger silver robot reacted to sweet tone like an energon prod to his thigh and sprung forward, grabbing the other mech by the neck. "You won't take him from me, Starscream! He is mine! MINE ALONE!" he roared in his face like a primal animech.

Being seconds away from being strangled, the red and white mech knew he was now stepping over his boundary of control. And he couldn't have that now... "Yes he yours, My Lord! No question of that. I had merely come up here out of curiosity... and a request from your Royal Family." he said while defensively putting his hands up in surrender.

The gun grimaced at being told about the one people he desired to alienate from trying to drag him back into their egoistical, delusional bubbles. Now of all times, when was mentally preparing himself for his confession of love to his darling Autobot slave. "What do they want now..." he growled releasing the obnoxious slender Decepticon to place a frustrated claw over his face.

The jet's virtually signature sinister grin spread on his dermas. "Oh they were just inquisitive as to why you have been so absent for so long. Maybe I should tell them...?" he led coyly, deliberately leaving out what he would tell them precisely.

"I don't care what you do, fool! Now get out!" Megatron suddenly snarled, showing his dangerous fangs. Furious at ruining his perfectly good mood his temper decided that if the little lunatic in front of him didn't leave his sight immediately, though he didn't wish to awaken the red and blue mech recharging mere feet away, he would make him go away with great violence.

"As you wish, Sire..." Starscream giggled as he bowed in a mocking form of respect before departing on his merry way. Overjoyed at the technical form of agreement to show his precious semi to the people who would break him...

The seeker walked into the elevator downstairs, with his slave, Jetfire, who was already dutifully waiting for him. When on their floor he walked without a sound beside his tittering master, without expression but inside he was wincing at the umpteenth time he had to hear that crazed cackle.

"Well, he was easy to convince being so distracted." the red and white mech chortled in mad delight to noone but himself. Everything was going so deliciously smooth...! It just had to be fate!

The large Autobot looked over at the snickering High Priest with sad dulled blue optics. He was doing it again... Primus, didn't he know much danger he was in getting so involving in trying to manipulate something like true love? Something that would no doubt result terribly for him in the end...? "But, Master..." he whispered lamentably.

"What?!" the High Priest snarled, ruby optics blazing in fury. How dare the wingless seeker talk during his enjoyment? He would punish him again if he didn't learn the first dozen times!

"Please don't make me do this..." the white mech whimpered pitifully, knowing he was trying in vain to dissuade whatever mad scheme the Decepticon was in the process of creating and had nearly no say in the matter other than being a simple pawn but... He still felt a little sick at doing this.

The jet whipped back his claw to backhand the slave for daring to speak back to him when he remembered the more easy approach to controlling him... "Look, doesn't every forbidden couple need to not have any secrets to flourish, Jetfire...?" he cooed sadistically, rubbing the back of his sky blue hand against the other's grey face.

The plane robot's optics widened before tilting into his cruel master's temporarily gentle hand in pure longing. It was a trick his weary processor told him, but his sickened spark told him... who cares...? "Y-Yes..." he vented shakily.

"Good, then in the morning... You will go get him and take him to where I had told you to... Won't you?" Starscream purred revoltingly sweet, even he the great liar felt nauseated by the facade, but it would all be worth it... Yes...

Jetfire shivered submissively, his damaged processor whispering to him to obedient and do as commanded. And perhaps he would finally be treated with love again... "Yes... Master..." he whimpered as he was stroked.

The High Priest smirked at his loyal slave's agreement, intentionally pulling away from fondling his face to make him whine and chase after him. "Then don't ever question my wisdom again and maybe I won't hit you so much..." he spoke evilly, watching in delight how much the Autobot stumbled to get his false affection...

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The morning light of day crept up over the fake sky of Cybertron too quickly for Jetfire's preference. Another restless night of being teased with faithless love he deluded himself in believing his master held for him. Might as well get his role in the mad seeker's plot over with...

The white mech insensibly left the slender Decepticon's room to get into the elevator to the top floor. Arriving he thought he that maybe he should just leave Optimus alone and just walk away, but he couldn't bare being beaten again so unfortunately... It was better him than himself...

Coming in front of the High Queen's chamber, with Megatron still asleep, the Autobot facetiously knocked on the silver doors until he heard movement and soft grunting inside.

The semi groaned, rolling to his side on the enormous berth before getting up. "Uggghhhh... Master, I know you really want to be with me as soon as possible but please let me wake up a bit..." he grumbled grumpy at the early call to rise but had no choice as he had given his word to spend time with the Pharaoh, no matter how early.

The seeker's blank lips tightened at being addressed as the Decepticon leader but ignored it and pressed the code Starscream had seen the silver mech type in the day before.

The red and blue mech drowsily pushed the doors open, expecting to see an almost sparkling giddy gun mech but instead saw a mech he hadn't seen since he was first brought to Kaon palace. "Ummm. Jetfire, correct? ...What are you here for?" he asked cynically, looking the larger Autobot cautiously up and down.

Jetfire ignored it and turned around, expecting the other to follow behind him. "His Majesty had commanded I take you somewhere... Come with me..." he said drolly.

Optimus looked at him suspiciously as this didn't sound at all what Megatron would order. Whenever the Pharaoh ordered him to do something regardless of what it particularly was, he personally would go with him not send him to go with a mentally crushed Autobot.

The red and blue robot carefully walked with the larger slave into the elevator down one floor, the Noble and other high-class Decepticons' rooms. The white mech moved with a slightly faster pace to a couple of large gold and silver doors far at the back of the great chamber. He knocked a few times before being told in a gruff voice something the truck mech was currently too far away to hear before the other robot gestured him to come over to him.

With a sense of dread, the smaller Autobot moved over to Jetfire who gently pushed the elegant doors open before lightly shoving the timid mech inside through a pink transparent veil behind the entryway inside to stumble in a crowded somewhat noisy hugely open lavender room.

When they were let in and spotted, all noise from all mechs present, immediately stopped. Mainly they were Decepticons, royalty judging from the amount of jewelry and the opulent clothing they wore, most likely being seconded only by the Pharaoh's own. All of them were lounging on huge fluffy pillows while being serviced with beautiful fans of long purple feathers to cool them off and gold plates and bowls filled with energon fruit, meats, vegetables and sweets all of the highest quality by their slaves.

Optimus stiffened in total revulsion at the sight of the Decepticon royalty's swollen stomachs and chest plates as well as the emaciated state of their personal Autobot slaves surrounding them, serving their bloated masters with more food while they got none. If there was ever a sight he would have committed to memory just to give proof of how much he loathed almost all Decepticons alive... This would be the crown jewel of them all.

"Here is the personal slave to His Lordship that you have sent for." Jetfire announced swiftly and blankly before leaving. There. He did his master's horrible task... Now hopefully he would not get abused for doing so...

The semi didn't move from his spot barely beyond the doorway, glowering in the darkest rage he had ever felt in a very long time. He didn't want to speak to these despicable mechs, pit he didn't even know why he didn't leave like the white robot did moments ago. His pedes just... refused to move.

Not affected by the nasty glare the slave was giving them, one of the Decepticons, a mech with purple and grey armor dismissed all the slaves to leave before turning his full attention back on the red and blue robot. "Yes, we have. What is your name, slave?" he asked a little bored.

"Optimus, My Lords." the large Autobot answered dutifully through his clenched denta as he stiffly and slowly bowed. Holy Mother Primus, give him patience to make it through this...

"The ancient word for 'Beauty?' Hardly..." a cream and white colored mech snickered under his hand, making a few of the other Decepticons around him laugh as well.

"How can you be a 'beauty' when you have so many scars?" a purple and yellow Royal Decepticon noted blandly while pointing at the numerous scars on the smaller robot, that even after so many self treatments, failed to completely erase.

Optimus didn't answer, he had no reason to give these obese Decepticons anything more to scoff at him with and though he had exceptional skill in handling his temper, here it was being put through tremendous stress.

"So... This is who he chose to be his personal slave to His Majesty? I know that his taste is toward the more bulky mechs but I have never known him to be eccentric and pick an Autobot as his favorite..." a magenta and white mech spoke passionlessly with a gaze just as frigid.

A purple and yellow Royal scratched his chin in thought. "Maybe the rumors are true... His Majesty really is losing his mind."

Unable to stand the criticisms to himself or his master any further, the large slave proudly stood at his full height and spoke quite brassly. "I'm sorry to interrupt your little mockery but who are all of you?" he dared, getting lofty responses almost directly after he spoke.

"I am Tarn, the 1st Queen of His Majesty's, Royal Family." the shapely purple and grey mech with a helm that the semi noticed was shaped precisely like the Decepticon symbol, announced gallantly, like he had blessed by Primus himself. An obvious overly arrogant mech.

"I am Kaon, the 2nd Queen." the lithe magenta and white mech said coldly, his creepy black optics icily glaring at him as he stroked a rare sleeping white turbofox drone's slender head in his lap. An insensate robot.

"I am the 3rd Queen, Vos." a slender orange mech who had remained silent unlike most of the others spoke daintily in an old fashioned accent that made the Autobot cringe at the primitive high pitched tone. A prissy Decepticon.

"Helex, the 4th Queen." the burly purple and yellow Decepticon yawned apathetic, stretching out his muscular arms including a smaller second pair under his broad chest plating that were very clearly a type of mutation. A bruiser with no real processor.

"I'm Tesarus, the 5th Queen." another muscular cream and white Decepticon with the same type of secondary arms mutation but were longer and more skeletal looking located between his neck and shoulders with and a strange red x on his face, said with a growl. A hothead with little control.

"I am Overlord, the 6th Queen." a blue and white Decepticon that was both curvy and muscular, though he was the most distended of all the Royals and also had the most defined lips Optimus had ever seen, cooed as if to rub his entitle into his face plates. And lastly, a sadistic glutton.

The Autobot slave narrowed his optics banefully, unimpressed at the fancy titles, as they were all horrible in their own perceptible way. However he had heard of some of these high-ranking Decepticons. Powerful Decepticons who were said to have been named after lost cities that belonged to their ancestors, some of the first second generation Decepticons birthed by the Fallen himself, in other words, born royalty. However, when the majority of the Great Cybertionian Rust Desert swallowed most of their original territories, most left and started their lives over somewhere else, usually in the more modern cities.

As for Overlord, he had heard of a wealthy noble who had managed to seduce his way into becoming a member of the Pharaoh's Royal Family. Apparently, this turned out to be true seeing as how he was sitting beside other Royals.

When at last finished with their glorified introductions, all of the Queens leered snobbily for a response. And the semi mech would grant them one. "More well informed and happier to not be like you bunch of swollen barrelcows." he shot hotly as he crossed his arms.

Kaon rolled his spooky black optics before standing up. His little pet stirring in his arms at the sudden movement of his master. "Whatever, I just wanted to see who this Optimus slut is and go back to my room." he muttered nastily, pushing the red and blue robot aside before leaving.

"I too. I can't stand this uncouth little savage's company." Vos placed a claw on his helm dramatically before exiting as well. Not long after that, both Helex and Tesarus, the two giving unpleasant cracks of their massive primary hands' knuckle joints as they passed.

Optimus shifted uncomfortably as all the ruby optics of all remaining the Decepticons, Overlord and Tarn bore unto him, giving him beastly envious sneers for several minutes before the purple and grey mech turned away. But not the blue and white Royal.

The Autobot frowned at the most abdomen heavy mech still staring at him, as if he was trying to figure out the most confusing puzzle in the universe. "What is it?" he growled fiercely, ready to defend himself more if he had to.

"Why is His Majesty so fascinated in you that he forgot me? His beloved Overlord?" Overlord whined spectacularly, slapping his hands on his massive pillow as he sat up.

The smaller slave sneered at the perfect selfish display of ego. Considering his attitude it wasn't a wonder why Megatron didn't like talking about him or any of these disgusting mechs. Which did make him wonder for a second why he didn't... "I don't know, maybe he got nauseated by the thought of being around such egoistic barbarous Decepticons." he said voicing the majority of the venom in his thoughts.

The Royal laughed as if he was told the most humorous joke in the universe. "So he could be around you? What is so special about you?" he cruelly chuckled as he leaned his on hand while balancing his elbow joint on his knee plating.

"Well, let's see... Bravery, kindness, wisdom, generosity and I suppose... humility." the red and blue mech counted boldly, each one he sincerely hoped struck a nerve somewhere.

"Mmmmm, no. Nothing actually is that exceptional about you. You are just a stepping stone to other real mechs, little Autobot slave. This is your proof." the Decepticon Queen said standing up and tugging the thick slave collar around the truck mech's graceful neck.

Optimus growled, lightly pushing the Decepticon away. "Back off, My Lord... I do not hit the obese but I can quickly make an exception if you force me. And I don't fear the consequences like most slaves anymore." he mildly threatened.

Overlord still found the slave's aggressive attitude towards him adorable and unthreatening as he simply grinned. "Go ahead, I dare you... If anything happens to this unborn sparkling you will have his infuriated father to deal with." he said while patting his bulging midsection.

The Autobot blinked at the information atheistically. "What the pit are you talking about?" he asked wondering who in their right CPU would impregnate this piece of work.

"You don't know?! Ha! That's just richly sweet for the dear Pharaoh to not tell you anyway!" the blue and white Decepticon announced loudly before moving in close to barely whisper in the other robot's audios.

"I'm carrying his darling little sparklings." the Queen cooed sadistically slow so the semi mech was forced to take it all in just as tardily.

The red and blue robot felt the energon oil in his wiring burst into scorching ice. What... did... he... just... say...? It... just couldn't be... It couldn't... "...You're... what...?" he vented in arrant shock, his vision tunneling and losing color quickly.

"Yes, I am carrying the lovechild of my chosen. Only natural for the mech he had chosen to be bondmate." the Royal mech purred rubbing his pregnant belly lovingly.

The semi felt anaemic as he sloppily moved backwards until his back bumped into the wall, shaking horribly as his spark jounced erratically in its chamber.

"Oh, shut you big mouth, Overlord. You think you're so special when you've simply been sparked up just a couple months before us. We're all His Majesty's chosen and when he's ready he will chose one to be his mate. Now shut your big mouth so I can take a nap." Tarn growled testily over his shoulder before turning back to rest.

Optimus clapped a hand to his mouth, frantically working down the bile that wanted to be purged out of his system. The horrifying realization of where he was struck him alike a lightning bolt. These Royal Decepticons were not obese from overeating, they were all pregnant. With the Pharaoh's offspring. This so called Royal Family was just a fancy way of saying a dreaded... harem. His master's harem.

Overlord crossed his arms with a snooty pout. "Whatever, I'm still going to be picked to be his High Queen." he sniffed at the purple and grey robot's back before turning back to the other mech in midst of a mental breakdown.

"And then that leaves you, little Autobot. What did you think His Majesty really cared about you to make you his mate? You a worthless slave?! Don't make me laugh! Just look at you! Even if you weren't a slave you're fragging hideous! What possessed you to believe it was love he was showing to you? Hmmm?" the Royal Decepticon asked tilting his helm.

"You amused him enough to separate from the rabble of worthless Autobots that he owns. I guess he played with you so much you were bound to break anyway... So... Why not do a favor to yourself and His Majesty and leave." the larger blue and white mech hissed before going back to his pillow to lay down once more.

The Autobot bolted out of the room and down the elevator upstairs, optics burning with rivers of optic cleaning fluid before he stopped to vomit halfway through the foyer on the top floor. The slave wiped the half digested fuel with the back of his shaking hand before breaking down in tawdry sobs. Nobody was up to see his emotional collapse, but that was the furthest from his mind.

It was all lies. All of it. All this time Megatron led him on, making him believe he was special when he was nothing more than something exotic and amusing to play with while he had a harem of Queens waiting for him with big pregnant bellies. Chosens no less!

The red and blue mech threw up again, wheezing when his fuel tank had nothing more to release. His processor was burning vicious guilt ridden snarls of, "I told you so," echoing over and over without his doing, torturing him. He screamed, gripping his helm hard enough to dent it before bashing his fists against walls and pillars with frightening strength.

The truck eventually just gave up his tantrum before just sitting on the ground for Primus knows when, really not caring what happened to him next. He just... didn't care anymore. Honestly, he was wishing he would get raped to death...

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Megatron walked out of the throne room bored of listening to Soundwave's scribe, Ultra Magnus take his place and somehow make his morning reports even more uninteresting. It was a little insulting that his Vizer was upset enough by his behavior lately to send his top scribe in his place but that didn't bother him too much. This wasn't the first time the blue robot had done this.

The Pharaoh walked out of the room, his spark slowly icing over in fear when he noticed the silver doors wide open to the High Queen chamber. Open for a while apparently. Optimus couldn't have possibly opened them on his own without his doing so... how...?

Now concerned something horrible had definitely happened during his absence, the silver mech tried to contact the Autobot slave, but when he sternly wasn't answered his worry blossomed tenfold. What could have possibly happened...?!

Terrified, the massive Decepticon rushed through his scanner until he found his beloved's energy signature on his floor and raced toward it. Along the way he saw a trail of destruction and purged energon with silently horrified optics. What in Primus' and Unicron's holy names happened in here...? He continued until he saw the very red and blue robot he searched for, sitting by a wall, back to him, frame slightly moving due to his heavy venting.

The gun froze in his advance toward him when he sensed a very foul aura emanating from the other mech's frame. "...Optimus...? ...What...?" he asked weaker than he desired but he had never seen the semi so angry before. Not like this...

"...How could you..." Optimus mumbled under his outtakes, his once firm and strong voice, cracked and strained under the raw pressure of the roiling anger in his spark.

"I'm sorry?" Megatron asked confused at whatever he was talking about. Whatever it was to upset such a gentle and benevolent robot had to be something among the catastrophic in his azure optics.

The slave cringed tighter at being so innocently inquired, feeling something that he was utilizing to keep himself temporarily calm, snap like a crystal twig. "How could you!" he swung around and screamed like a madmech, optics flaring like lazuline flame.

A little intimadated by the immediate fury but would not falter in the face of the blind rage, the silver mech bravely stood his ground in front of the enraged Autobot. "Optimus, I don't understand you! What on Cybertron are you talking about?" he asked in a firm tone.

"I saw them... Your Royal Familiy... Or call them what they truly are... Your harem, Master..." the smaller red and blue mech hissed, his bright optics narrowing into resentful slits, daring him to either deny or confirm it. Either answer would just tip him further.

The Pharaoh's ruby optics widened in mute horror. The Royal Decepticons...?! He had seen them? But how? The truck robot had been locked inside the High Queen's chamber. Who let his disturbed beloved out and led him to those mechs?! "You saw the Queens...?!" he growled incensed at the travesty of someone purposely placing the other mech through the pit by showing him to those spoiled Decepticons.

Optimus didn't speak for several minutes. He didn't want to talk anymore to the very robot who turned a blind optic to this unspeakable political tradition by continuing it regardless but it came out anyway. "The one time I wanted to do something pleasant for you... and I find out this...?!" he hissed incrediously.

"Find out what? That I have multiple high class stuck-up concubines I had been forced to be aligned with since my frame first stretched into my adult mech mold, allowing me to be sexually mature? Love is not a factor in these partnerships. They never have been, Optimus. Pit, I don't even like them..." Megatron grumbled, glaring to the side with tight fists.

"So you just... take mechs you don't even love and impregnate them out of an actual bondship?! And then have to call them all as your chosen?! Is this a kind of sick joke?!" the large slave all but shrieked in indignation at the absurdity of it all.

The Decepticon closed his optics and could nothing but prepare for the rest of the storm of rage spiraled at him. He could not believe how bad this had gotten... What was supposed to have been a perfect day for the two of them, turned into such a living nightmare... "No. No it is not." he murmured miserably, spark clenching as he confirmed the other's accusations.

The slightly smaller red and blue robot burst into acerbic laughter, roughly holding his face plates. "Oh, that's just rich... You know, I had just remembered why I had always hated having a relationship with any kind of Decepticon... It's their distorted thoughts on the concept of love! Believing that something as sacred and pure as love, no, bonds are nothing more than cheap useless sentiments!" he roared the words pure hatred directly in his master's facials.

"This is our culture, Optimus! All the more reason I did not want you to ever meet them! So you would be spared the agony." the Pharaoh declared honestly right back, meaning every unfortunate word but loathing every second they came out.

The Autobot yelled in frustration, wildly scratching at his royal blue helm. "Primus almighty, you and your fragged up breed... What is wrong with you?! Having more than one chosen and sparking up each one...? That's the most disgusting thing I've ever heard of! Don't you believe it too?!" he snarled, pointing at his master chargingly.

"Of course I do! But these are the laws, Optimus! They have been established since my father's reign and have not been changed in the slightest since his time." the silver robot fought to keep from exposing his fangs in return when he spoke. He never would threaten his beloved. No matter how much he imperiled him...

"Oh? And who is in charge now, huh?! You! You said yourself that the basest of these vile laws were passed to keep chaos from ensuring from your race, but it quickly grew into something truly evil. So, do you like keeping these awful laws?" the truck growled while placing his adamant hands on his curvy hips.

"Of course not! I abhor the very filthy injustice they reek of!" the gun mech spoke loudly, wishing this horrible argument would just end... No matter how angry the other smaller robot was, he just couldn't get mad at him... He could only get arthritic at himself for foolishly keeping harmful secrets for him to explode over...

"Then get rid of them! You are the Pharaoh! You have the power to! If you don't like them or the iniquity they cause, then abolish them!" Optimus yelled as he threw his arms into the air, furious at the larger mech's indifference to correct his and his sire's greatest error in ruling and judgement in the entire empire.

"Now you are asking for far too much in your standing! I cannot break them simply because you or I do not like it! If these laws just simply vanish, what is to stop any of this decaying society from crumbling down to utter anarchy? Autobots would tear off Decepticon helms to satisfy their endless thirst for revenge and Decepticons would massacre Autobots simply because they can and know nothing different. You want to change all of that? I can't because a single slave close to me desires it. I am the Pharaoh and you are just one of the many Autobot slaves whom I own. Nothing more and nothing less." Megatron finished, letting the full weight of his words sink in.

However by the time the Pharaoh comprehended his own words and slapped a hand over his mouth at what he had just said, it was too late. Much too late... "O-Optimus I didn't mean that...! I just... I just..." he studdered while grabbing the other robot by his arms, desperate to take back his own words but was scared down to the furthest core of his spark because it was futile.

The Autobot's optics opened wide when the horrible laws of slavery were not only still defended but was also insulted about his abusive forced position as well. His cerulean optics ceased their inflamed glow to become a dull indigo as his platinum face became expressionless. "I see... So I really am just a toy to you, a pet you play with until you get bored and tear apart for scrap metal... Alright. Fine. I accept my place." he spoke brokenly.

"Please Optimus... It's not like that... I don't think of you like other Decepticons... I don't... No..." the massive silver mech whispered completely forlorn, his once powerful voice cracking under the force of his overflowing fear that everything he had worked so hard to build up and protect was dissolving right before him. And much worse.

The large slave continued rambling as if he didn't hear him. "And if your word actually isn't worth scrap, then me keeping mine is pointless. I don't have to stay with you anymore, My Lord. I can just go work until I die and seeing as I am disobeying you, I probably am." he muttered blankly, frame numbly moving like he was switched to autopilot.

The Decepticon almost felt like crying over the venomous words of self-destruction his beloved babbled... But he wouldn't give up. He would continue trying to reach him, even if he was torn to pieces in the process. "Optimus would you stop talking so acrimoniously and just hear me!" he cried to his abraded beloved as he embraced him tightly, praying that he would reach him.

When he was closely held by his master, the red and blue mech's impassive attitude suddenly twisted into blistering fury once again. "No! I want you to do what all Decepticons do best! Hurt me! Do it! Come on punish me! No better yet, take my collar off, blow my head off! Go on! KILL ME!" the semi howled in pain, trying to claw off his slave collar.

"STOP IT!" the gun bellowed, trying to keep the unstable robot from somehow being even more unhinged and really hurting himself but he doubted he was quelling the frenzy the other worked himself into.

Optimus snarled baring his denta, finally managing to viciously throw his master's arms off at last. "Fine! Then I'm leaving! Maybe one of your 'lovely' subjects will be so kind as to tear me limb from limb!" he roared as he stormed away on his fiery path.

Megatron wouldn't have it, fiercely grabbing the other's arm and pulling back with a little more force than he wished but he had very few options at the moment. "NO! I won't allow this madness, Optimus!" he shouted horrified at how much the slave truly wished to destroy himself in his manic anger.

The smaller Autobot flailed at being grabbed once again, soft hands trying to rip off the claws grabbing him like a disgusting electroleech. "Don't touch me!" he hissed harshly exposing his canine denta as if he was ready to actually use them.

The Pharaoh just held fast and didn't say anything more. What more could he possibly say to not anger him further? He didn't want to know just how much more of an animech his beloved could transform into... He just wanted his darling slave back!

"Let go of ME!" the red and blue robot growled and thrashed ferally before finally freeing one of his hands seconds before slapping his master clean across his face.

The Decepticon leader stumbled back a few paces, not at all expecting the highly surprising blow. It was certainly not the first time he had been struck but since it was from him... It... crushed him... "...Optimus..." he whispered holding his red cheek metal, looking at his beloved horrified.

The Autobot vented rheumatically, hand still warmly stinging. "You should be struck down by Unicron himself for your debauched harem. Hey, maybe I'll get lucky and go first! I guess it's an only a natural punishment for a worthless ugly little slag beast like me." he hissed going back to his original intention of leaving downstairs.

"Optimus, wait!" the gun robot called out, weakly reaching toward the other mech in one last ditch attempt to try and catch him before he was gone... but he simply didn't have any of the vigor to do so... His spark hurt far too much... Too much...

"DROP DEAD!" the semi roared, slamming the thick glass elevator doors so hard that they almost completely came ajar on their hinges before going down. He then mercilessly tore off the pleasure outfit he wore, completely disgusted with the fact that he even humored this sick spikehead by wearing it for so long, before throwing it on the first floor's carpet as he continued.

While leaning against a nearby wall, Starscream had to bite his finger to keep from bursting into laughter. This was all just so beautiful! And after all that poor tragic little mech was sure to not come back to him, destroying the Pharaoh even more.

Optimus went down to the basement level and burst into the slave chamber with a slight growl. There wasn't too many Autobots the large slave knew well present as many had already been called to serve their masters. Their helms turned to gaze at a sight that silenced whatever conversation they were having to see the red and blue mech appearing like he had just escaped an insane asylum.

Bumblebee feeling the bravest, spoke extremely concerned that whatever happened to the older mech finally tipped him over the edge of sanity. "...Optimus? What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked as gently as could while walking up to him and lightly touching his shoulder.

The larger Autobot tried to remain strong in the worried face of his young friend but he broke at the mere sight of his concern. "No... No, I am not okay..." his voice cracking, tears he had been trying to hold back spilling forth onto his cheeks.

"Kinda already knew that..." Ratchet muttered ignoring the nasty glare the yellow mechling sent his direction as it was a highly inappropriate time to use such dry-humor in the presence of such a fragile robot, before the car robot led the overwrought mech to sit down on one of the many rusty berths.

Bumblebee sat down beside him before scooting over and embraced his emotionally distraught friend, stroking his helm. The entire situation seemed to switch roles in his optics which felt rather foreign but he didn't care. He helped him, he would return the favor.

"What happened, Optimus? You can tell me..." the yellow mechling cooed comfortingly, letting the large slave hide his upset facials in his small chest.

The semi mech hugged the tiny Autobot, barely managing to speak the horrors he had witnessed and in his own way, just committed earlier through his ashamed soft crying.

After hearing everything the larger Autobot experienced, the car mechling gently laid his chin on top of his helm. "That is atrocious. But I wonder something... Maybe what you saw was just the ugly surface and not the whole truth." he whispered what he felt in his spark was the case here.

"No... No... No..." Optimus sobbed continuously while quickly shaking his helm, denying what he truly was too anguished to know anymore. What he had seen... What he had done...

Bumblebee watched the other's childish demurrers with sad optics. "How would you know?" he asked gently rubbing his friend's large red back plating.

The red and blue robot didn't reply. He simply buried his face into the yellow mechling's small bosom again, clinging to the tiny slave's chassis no different than a helpless newborn sparkling.

"Technically speaking they don't mean anything to the Pharaoh relationship wise, I mean." Ratchet suddenly spoke, his arms crossed. He just felt the need to say it since the little loon felt so much for the spawn of Unicron, why not?

The larger Autobot slave twitched before looking up confused at the facetious old medic. "...What are you talking about...?" he muttered, slightly worried about what he would be told. He really didn't need any more truths to destroy him...

"Well, far back, before the Fallen had taken and perverted it, the original Primes used to have many mechs swooning over them. Granted there really wasn't very many so they mated with them." the white and red mech with a hand on his hip.

"What the Pharaoh is doing now is similar but it is not the same because they are just mechs of high political value and are not any mechs used for the healthy sake of procreation or emotional bonding. Until he officially takes a mate, none of his offspring are his. In the optics of their laws, they are owned only by their carriers and are nothing else." the ambulance finished before he drew his attention to his work that had been so abruptly disrupted by this little episode.

"Well whatever the case, you're more than welcome to stay down here, you soft little spark." Ironhide said patting the top of the semi's sightly dented helm with his large grey hands before he had to leave to do his daily duties.

Optimus looked down at the floor as the information he had just received sunk in. So... Megatron was not keeping secrets because he felt they would hurt him... He was keeping them secret because he cared more about him then them... Devastated at what he had done to his kind master, the semi lowered his head to ground wanting to be struck by lightning for his idiocy...

Bumblebee then moved over to whisper softly in the large Autobot's audio as the other Autobots still left departed when they were called to their daily tasks by their masters. "But if you... You know still love him... And even if you don't... Don't you think you owe it to him to be there? To fix him... Because... you need him too, don't you?" he asked, knowing he was right. Even if he didn't fully understand it, he simply knew. They needed each other.

The much larger slave clenched his optics shut, letting his young friend's gentle words launder over him before standing up with a long, deep intake. He did care about him. More than anything. Even with his doubts, pain and scars. He cared. "...I do." he spoke his exact thoughts while leaving, determined to fix the damage he had caused.

The red and blue mech went up with other slaves going about their business before slowly walking up to shredded remains of his outfit during his manic fit. It was very beautiful fabric... Very expensive and hard to make... The gold was also of highest quality...

The large truck robot sorrowfully hugged it to his chest. It didn't matter if the Pharaoh had given it to him to protect him or if it was just meant as a joke... Or to protect him... It was still a gift...

Pulling out a needle and thread from his sub-space container, Optimus quickly got to work stitching something wearable together from the torn pieces. Several minutes passed until he had at last crafted something akin to a dress, though it was rather slinky as there was not very much to work with, he put it on regardless of what he thought of it.

The slave cycled air into his jumping internals as he walked into the elevator upstairs and over to the dining hall. He softly pushed the already opened golden doors to hear the sharp sound of glass shattering, causing him to flinch in case any shards flew his way.

When nothing hit him, the red and blue mech carefully moved inside, seeing the elegantly long table harshly broken clean in two and its dignified purple tablecloth torn to shreds like thin datapads. The huge crushed jade window broken in and edged pieces everywhere on the floor, the carpet was gouged horribly and pottery that were once filled with elegant crystal and metal plants were all smashed along with beautiful vegetation it held.

The Autobot's face soured sadly as he bent down to pick up the innocent dead flora, cradling it to his busty chest for a couple minutes before sadly setting it down were they laid before. Standing up, he turned to look out the shattered window to see his master just as so.

Megatron was sobbing over the balcony railing, ebony fists scratched up and bleeding steady streams of energon oil down his fingers. "What did I do wrong, Primus...? What did I do to make him hate me...? TELL ME WHY DAMN YOU!" he howled in rage at the silent night sky above before breaking into furious tears once more.

The semi bit his bottom derma and physically forced himself to not give into tears himself. What had he done...? He had broken his spark... No... He destroyed it... He then silently walked over to the nearby wall, looking at the weeping mech in private, not wishing to show himself just yet.

The massive gun robot growled, furiously wiping away his tears like they were deadly poison. He clutched a single large piece of thick jade glass from when evidently punched the windows out, cutting his black hands with its razor sharp edges. Stilling, the Decepticon leader looked down at his steadily bleeding servos, glaring at the large shard for several minutes before caving in sorrow.

The Pharaoh very slowly lifted the bloody shard up to his tear stained face, gazing deep past his reflection to the smiling face of his beloved vanishing to oblivion before gritting his fangs so hard, mech blood oozed out from the corners of his mouth. But he didn't care... Because it didn't matter. Nothing mattered without him... "Optimus... My darling... My beloved... If I can not have you in my life... My life... is just not worth... living..." he choked with an awful deranged chuckle as lifted the dangerous fragment up to his neck to slice the delicate cables.

Optimus' spark neatly imploded from sheer terror before he rushed forward from his hiding place. "NO!" he cried, frantically slapping the broken glass out of his master's grip before it cut too deep into his vital throat tubing.

The silver mech froze in shock and utter stupor as the Autobot slave held him so loving and protective in his embrace. He came back...? After he all but said he hated him... Why did he come back...?

"Don't kill yourself, Master! I beg of you! Please, stay with me!" the slightly smaller red and blue robot wailed, holding him tight, fearing if he left go ever again... The other would try to end his existence once again.

Megatron broke and limply fell forward into his grip. He was here... He was holding him... Caring about his life... Loving him... "...Optimus..." he croaked, his frame still shivering terribly from sparkbreak and blood loss.

The smaller red and blue mech pressed his thumbs around his master's thick neck cables, pressing the open wound shut with the right amount of pressure. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I was a fool, a complete and utter fool...! I will never leave you again...!" he whispered relentlessly, optic cleaning fluid pooling out as frantically nuzzled into his broad chest.

The Pharaoh keened loudly barely hearing any of the other mech's desperate words, before pushing the slave forward and devouring his dermas. He could care less if the other attacked him for it. He loved him. And he would show it. Now.

The truck robot cried out and gripped his passionate master tight as he was pushed against the elegant gold swirled railing he was pressed against. Glossa tangling with his master's far more aggressive one as he swiped away all the mech fluid drawn out from his pain.

The gun barely managing to tear himself away from Optimus' divine mouth before quickly moving to gently bury his facials and sharp denta into the semi's smooth neck. "I thought you were going to leave me... I thought... you..." he whimpered as his muscular silver frame shook with the force of his jumbled emotions.

"Shhhh, I know... I know, please... forgive me, Master... Forgive me... I was just overcome with rage... I wasn't thinking straight..." the red and blue mech cried out, the intense guilt in spark bursting over having almost destroyed the only mech who may have truly cared about him.

The silver robot pulled back to look deep in his beloved's gorgeous leaking optics. "No... Why did you come back...?" he asked, wanting to know why this Autobot , after such a furious fit of rage towards him, would come back and to save him...

Why did Optimus come back...? The large slave was still burning inside over the incident with Queens and his own reaction to it... I could not be anything but... love...? Love could make even the calmest most pacifistic mech go crazy... He couldn't be... "I don't know why I came back. I must be mad..." he muttered, mostly to himself under his vents.

The Decepticon didn't say anything to his beloved's uncertain claim of insanity because he couldn't. He just so surmounted by his flaring feelings he could do nothing except hold him... Take in his scent... And simply feel his hammering spark calm through his curved chassis.

Megatron just smiled, feeling the raw love within him being reborn from the ashes of his despair simply being in his intoxicating serene aura... And even if the other smaller robot under him wouldn't admit it... He knew it was love that made him come back... "It simply amazes me... How someone as beautiful as you has such tremendous power to cast me to the very edge and save me from it..." he chuckled while rubbing his large hands across the other's angelic features.

The slave sharply intaked, harsh words of his supposed ugliness still too fresh in his mind to be over it so soon, stabbing his spark. "I don't wish to hurt you anymore, Master... But I'm not beautiful, My Lord..." he lightly spat turning to the side to not look at the sure to come scolding look.

The Pharaoh frowned. He wasn't going to hide that easily. "Yes you are, because I think you're beautiful..." he spoke in a firm tone as he pressed his hands to his broad chest to emphasize his point.

The Autobot blinked in mild surprise before turning back to face his master's powerful passionate scarlet optics. "What...?" he asked, his expression as unbelieving as his voice.

"I said... You're beautiful... and you are because I believe it so..." the large silver robot purred sweetly, kissing the skeptical robot on his platinum cheek as his black hands busied themselves with caressing his colorful frame.

The red and blue mech scowled. It was sweet he thought that but as if that was enough to make him stop believing it for himself... "Stop..." he sighed sorely, gently removing his lovesick master from his ministrations to his metal body before standing, his arms crossed and refusing to look at other robot.

"I will not. You are beautiful, Optimus...! I will scream it billions of times over if I must get it through to you!" the Decepticon leader yelled, almost grabbing the foolish mech but resisted given how bad the memories of the other fighting him when he last did that.

"How can I be beautiful with all these scars!? How?! They are not born from honor or battle they are born of cruelty! Look at me!" the semi robot snapped, unbuttoning and tearing open his makeshift dress, revealing his entire body in full detail.

The gun snarled, seeing no scars but a robot who refused to see himself as the beauty he was. Then he saw why the other was so inexorable to fully accepting him. It was not because of him believing he was unworthy of the larger mech's love, which he did. It was much deeper.

Optimus had to have beaten, abused and humiliated so many times in his youth he knew nothing but mistrust towards pleasure and kindness in his adulthood. In his mind any kind of relationship with a Decepticon was only going to lead him towards great pain in the end. Meaning, psychologically he was always waiting for something to prove Megatron was no good. But he cared for him tremendously, loved him even.

Which is why the Pharaoh knew the self-abuse was simply old trauma revealing itself. If he wanted him. He would have to keep fighting through the fire. "I am, Optimus. That's why you are beautiful." he spoke calmly.

The Autobot slave screamed in pain turning away to hide his frame with his dress. "No I am not! I am attractive and arousing not beautiful!" he ululated pitifully as he shook.

"No, I won't let you turn away from me ever again... Pummel me into oblivion, I don't give a damn... But we both need this..." the larger silver robot said unwaveringly, gently spinning the other mech around to face him.

"I have missed my chance to say so earlier during your recovery from your heat cycle and during yours and my little episodes but now I will not let it slip away. Ever again..." the Decepticon growled in a determined tone of voice before taking the red and blue robot's chin in his hand and lifting it up to lock optics with his.

"Take this to your spark when I say this, never let it go and swell your chest plates with pride with this knowledge... I love you, Optimus... I do..." he whispered clearly and honestly, watching for any signs that the semi felt the same.

The red and blue robot remained motionless at the confession. His spark both still and rapidly pulsing. Was he dreaming this...? Was his processor playing tricks on him...? He loved him. Loved him?

Becoming impatient for a response of any kind, the gun robot spoke to demand why. "Why won't you say anything...?" he asked worried that maybe he had made a mistake telling him the truth of feelings.

Optimus' spark lurched in pain, still so sore from all the emotional devastation that had occurred all day to comprehend what was just said so quickly. "Because I'm still in pain, Master. Maybe permanently this time. So when I say this, My Lord, know I will always, always care about you but I don't... think I should love you... You're... just going to hurt me again." he mumbled trying to break optic contact but failing.

"I will never hurt you, Optimus." Megatron said, showing in his tone that the very idea of him physically harming the Autobot was complete insanity.

"Maybe not you personally... But you have." the slave said knowing that sound quite lame as he gently removed the larger mech's hands from his facials when just turning his helm failed.

"No! I have not done this damage to you! Believe me!" the Pharaoh shouted, desperate for him to understand that his mindless fears were entirely pointless.

"Stop! You know what I'm talking about! Your fragging harem of sparkling heavy Decepticon Queens waiting for you, Master! Just-! Just go to them... Please... Stop hurting me." the red and blue mech burst out before he cried into his hands. His processor reeling as horrible recent memories resurfaced to replay over and over... The laugher, the jeering and their large pregnant midsections...

"Then hurt me! I don't know what part of 'I love you,' did you not understand?" the massive Decepticon bellowed, snapping the other out of his injurious trance to simply clutch himself.

"Why do you think I have ignored them for so long in favor of spending time with you? Why do you think I have granted you so many gifts of freedom? Why do you think I was ready to slice my neck cables open for you? You... You honestly believe that any Decepticon would even bother if he was not completely lovestruck...?! You think I would dare do this to myself if I wasn't in love?!" the silver robot yelled pointing at the shallow gash in his neck cables.

The gun sighed knowing he had explain the situation with the Royal Family so the truck robot couldn't conceal behind anymore excuses. "Politics are my only bond with them. Nothing more. As for the sparklings in their gestation chambers... I will not lie. They are mine and yet they are not." he said watching with sparking hope when the other mech moved a bit out of his tense stance.

"W-What do you mean...?" Optimus asked a little curious how he possibly disclaim his own sparklings. Surely that didn't possibly mean he would abandon his offspring...? But he didn't say anything as to not want a repeat earlier mistakes.

"I mean that while I have implanted my nanite seed into them and have granted a tiny portion of my spark without merging during my heat cycles while it was engorged with excess energy... They are not my children... After they are born, they belong only to their mother and are taken away... I never even see them while they are being born." the gun grumbled bitterly before continuing.

"But this... This doesn't bother me as they meant nothing to me from the start. But you... You mean Cybertron to me..." Megatron spoke lovingly taking the slave's soft smooth hands in his own.

The Autobot was quiet, merely looking up at his master with shining optics. "Then... You would really completely leave them, even that horrible Overlord... just to be with me...?" he inquired innocently, wanting it to be so with all his might...

The Decepticon leader grinned, chuckling a little. Of course he would! The fact he hadn't understood it until now even made him laugh. "Without a doubt and a smile on my face." he purred into his beloved's audios.

The red and blue mech's dermas twitched at the pure love he was promised. Was it really just that easy? Just granting him all the free access to a spark that for so long was crushed...? His CPU whined that he just might turn out no different than his first master and he knew all too well what happened to his foster carrier because of that...

"Will you ever forgive me...? Won't you love me...?" the Pharaoh pleaded quietly, hugging the gentle smaller mech in a desperate embrace, waiting for his answer and bracing for the worst that could come.

The semi would try to love him. He wanted to. He needed to. Though he figured his mind would be against him the entire time, his spark was crying for him to do it. "...I do not know..."

The silver robot's spark shattered anew as his processor raced at a mad pace with crushed questions and begging. But why...? Why would he not know? Why would he deny the love he felt...? Why would he dare to hurt him when he would only dream to...?! But before his thoughts could proceed, his face was lightly grasped in a loving touch, causing his attention to shift back to other.

"...But I want to try..." Optimus whispered, dermas growing an affectionate smile as he looked back up into his master's powerful optics. His own sapphire optics sparkling with a quixotic glow from the starry sky around him before cupping the gun's handsome face and tenderly kissing him.

Megatron groaned while clutching the slave's shoulders, easily dominating the sweet kiss. His glossa caressed the other's in a wet affectionate dance as he bent him back to gracefully tip aback in his arms until he detached his majestic purple cape and laid him down on upon it.

The Autobot leaned up and suckled the remaining mech blood that had managed to leak out of the shallow cut until it ceased to flow at last as his unfasten dress gently slid off onto his makeshift berth. Feeling relief rush through him when he felt his master's repair systems begin to mend itself, he hotly lapped at wound made in his name.

The Pharaoh growled as his insides heated with bright arousal, clawing at gaps in between the smaller's mech armor plates, grinning when heard a sharp gasp for it.

The slave panted at the rough touches to his rapidly awakening internals, fleeing his circuits burst into hot flames. "Ahhhhh, Master... Touch me... Mmmmm... Please..." he purred lustfully in tune with his cooling fans turning on.

The silver mech growled hungrily, jerking his hot chassis down to rub slow and powerfully against his. "As you wish..." he rumbled, licking and biting his coolant wet neck, marking his love as his sharp claws just barely grazed him as they seductively traveled over the windows on his curvy chest plating and smooth flat grill on his stomach armor.

The Autobot whimpered, squirming under the teasing and possessive touches. "M-Master... It's... Ahhh... so tight... Mmmmhhhh...! It burns...!" he gasped desperately, thrusting his hips up to grate their smoldering pelvic armor together.

The large Decepticon groaned huskily before he broke into highly amused laughter at the bold move and made his massive hands press and travel downward until he stopped just inches from touching the obviously steaming hot and bulging royal blue panel. He moved his crimson optics to gaze at the other mech's optics for permission, though he doubted he could stop himself for very much longer. Not after his display of pure love to protect him...

The red and blue robot felt his master's massive drifting black hand halt just torturously inches above his groin armor. Slowly he opened his darkened optics to lock with the other larger mech's. He knew this was it. Consciously allowing him to touch his reproductive organs. Something he had never done while coherent.

Scared but quite willing, the semi mech nodded watching the sheer relief and joy wash onto the larger gun robot's facials that made him smile a little in return.

Megatron gently rubbed the sapphire codpiece until it slid away to bump his waiting hands with its long thick spike. Carefully he grabbed the mechhood in his ringed claws, taking a long look at one of his hard fought prizes that he somewhat failed to do during his beloved's heat.

Optimus' cable was simply gorgeous... A long ivory white shaft, ruby red bearings down inside its base and a lovely pointed and bulbous azure blue tip... It looked simply delectable...

The Pharaoh laid down on his front, balanced on his forearms before licking in long smooth strokes up the twitching mechhood. He kissed from throbbing base to oozing tip, worshiping the wonder Primus blessed him with his oral fluid slick glossa.

The Autobot slave's optics shot open wide as he harshly gasped at the warm slippery glossa rimming around his sensitive tip. "M-Master...! Hhaaahhh! Please let me... Ahhhhh! Let me...! Mmmmhh!" he mewled, grasping the other larger robot's striped helm translating as a great need for more.

The Decepticon held the smaller robot's white hips from violently thrusting into his mouth as he openly stroked his beloved's cable. His thumbs digging in the soft pulsating metal as he smiled at the sweet and shy expression the other robot made. "Awww, do you need something, my love...?" he drawled out lasciviously before giving a quick mischievous lap over the tip.

The slightly smaller red and blue robot squeaked, slapping a hand over his drooling dermas in the raw pleasure his master created. "M-Master... Ahhhh... Haaahhhh...!" he panted gravelly from between his smooth fingers, feeling like his internals were gradually climbing up an invisible tower and he wanted to dive off so badly he would go insane if he was denied from it much longer...

The massive gun robot continued to toy with the gorgeous interfacing rod in his large hands, noting that while it was technically his second time touching the other's cord during his heat, it felt like the first time all over again now that he was lucid. Feeling he had tortured the darling truck mech long enough, he wished for only one last thing before sending him into blissful oblivion...

Optimus released his hands from his facials to larger mech's face plates instead. "I... Ahhhh... want to... Hhhhahhhh...! I want to cum, Master...! Ahhhh! Please!" he howled finally about to overload but was held off by his stubborn master's now unmoving hand.

Megatron rumbled at the sights and sounds the red and blue mech created in his passion and clamped his thick fingers around the delicate spike but not enough to be truly painful and firmly pumped, hard, long and fast.

The silver mech watched obsessively as his beloved's charge peaked with breathless scream. His optics closing as he crested in a perfect curve in his orgasm, his silvery hot transfluid spearing through the calm air like a shooting star on the night sky to rain down on his body and fisted hand.

As the Autobot panted and twitched in his aftershocks, the Pharaoh released the limp sexual organ to watched the silvery ooze drip and bridge gracefully down his claws before taking his wet fingers into his mouth. He moaned at the incredible tangy taste of the nanite seed gently dripping down his throat tubing.

After regaining a bit of awareness, the slightly smaller semi robot watched the erotic sight with a small giggle before going into a deep satisfied purr when his master began cleaning the sticky mess around his groin and lower stomach plates.

The large Decepticon finished his favorite's delicious transfluid with a crooked smile and kissed him warmly. Words did not need to said anymore... And he didn't need them spoken... The slave was his... And he was happy he belonged to him too... "Go to sleep my love... And be proud knowing I will always be watching you..." he whispered lovingly, wrapping his soiled cape around his beloved.

Warm, sated and extremely happy, Optimus had absolutely no reason to argue if he could even think of one at the moment. He curled up in the silky beautiful cloth and fell into a deep recharge barely a few seconds after he was commanded to.

Megatron grinned almost psychotically, revealing his dangerous fangs as he raised him up into his strong arms. He was officially all his now... All that was left was to destroy the last remaining barriers and he would be his mate, slave or not. "Mine... Forever..." he whispered to the bundle as his glossa slithered over one of his fangs.

Starscream frowned a little at the events that unfolded with couple as he clenched his slender claws in frustration in the dark of the Pharaoh's personal dining room. All of this was... unexpected. But a minor hindrance and nothing more.

The Autobot was still scarred from the experience as he predicted he would and was not going to move the way Megatron desired, when he showed more of his inner obsession from the obstinance. Just a little longer and one last big push and the silver robot would snap completely... And the High Priest would send the rightfully insane Decepticon leader off to a sanitarium or dungeon far away where he belonged, making the throne open and ripe for his rule...

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A/N: I keep trying to drop drama A-bombs, hope you guys survived for more because, well, there's still more to come! By Primus, did I go over 100,000 words already? Holy crap. Didn't mean to but it happens when you become engulfed in a story and fighting off a royal pain of a cold back. I really hope I didn't ramble too much because of it... Still was kinda fun to include a few of the new G1 characters from the IDW comics if anybody else noticed that. They are genuine canon characters not OC if people unfamiliar with the comics were wondering... Well, like always I hope you guys loved it and I hope you review your thoughts, please continue feeding me reviews! It feeds my heart and fuels me to keep going on.