Disclaimer: Not mine and such.
Beautiful Tragedy
Chapter 9: Mislaying Trust
The days seemed to lax beyond their normal pace as the winter cycle dredged on and eventually broke into the early days of its warmer brother, spring. Most of the Decepticon Noblemechs and high ranked Generals that had stayed at Kaon palace during the long cold winter cycle, very obviously were milking their welcomed stay at the palace for as long as their greedy, arrogant sparks could get away with.
However after spring had officially come to being on Cybertron, the majority had left with their Autobot slaves and servants in their luxury starships to their private villas in the massive surrounding city and beyond. And once the bulk of the high-classed Decepticons were gone, that's when things went from lovely to terrible quite quickly for the kind Optimus.
The red and blue mech was hounded constantly by his love obsessed master, Megatron. His fit over the discovery of his Queens had done more to the Pharaoh than he had originally believed so. Apparently he did trust the large slave enough to continue to wander the halls but held fast with his firm belief of the mech trying to leave him again if not watched properly. His possessiveness and paranoia of him escaping from him again had in a mere week had reached heights that definitely concerned the large Autobot.
A few minutes alone or with his friends was almost not an option anymore and even talking to someone besides the Decepticon leader was near madness. Every time the semi mech did so by accident or by deliberate intent, the silver robot would get a rather haunting glow in his optics, like he was torn between caging him somewhere forever or wanting to maul him with smothering love until he couldn't move. It was rather terrifying how he acted on both.
It was also rather frightening how clear the obsession the gun had with trying to become the only significant thing in Optimus' life and with little excuses to 'protect' Autobots that needed it anymore, he was feeling more like a slave than he had in his whole life. With the constant observation as well as the problem of having a strange pull to leave growing inside of him as well as even stranger realistic dreams calling him to try it, his proficient grasp on his patience was rather thin.
And yet, though this a new type of pattern was eventually being forced onto the gentle red and blue mech's life, whether he wanted it or not, he still cared for his master, maybe even loved him a bit. But the obsession the other robot had with controlling and molding him to his will was taxing him tremendously. He wanted to be free... Free to love and be loved not forced to remain in a rut that had no purpose and no end besides developing emotional strain...
The day started out bright and sunny but was still a little chilly as it was becoming normally, as Optimus had observed out of one the big windows in the main floor's lobby as other mechs were busily walking around, ding their daily tasks. Sadly he really couldn't force himself to enjoy it... Any second now he would called to his master's side and would figuratively and now literally be chained to him. As well as the pull to race out and run outside the palace walls would become more prominent the more trapped he felt.
The Autobot just wondered why Megatron refused to completely trust him. Why would he even need to do this? If he really loved him, he wouldn't feel the need to ever bind him with guilt and sickly confectionery words. But no... He had to keep him a prisoner and make him believe it was just a take and take relationship...
The large slave sighed when he heard his master's voice gently demanding his presence in his throne room immediately. The usual routine had just started once again... 'Here we go again...' he muttered inside his mind as he walked over to the elevator upstairs with a dull pace. As he drolly walked he noticed out of the corner of his optics, a pair of a mechlings he knew talking and laughing in the shadows.
Barricade smiled lovingly at a love-struck Bumblebee who affectionally jumped into his arms, before sensing foreign optics upon them and turned to look. When the spunky black and purple mechling locked gazes with the red and blue robot passing nearby, the expression in his sharp ruby optics seemed to say, "I know your secret, you keep mine." before gently moving away with the fawning yellow mechling still oblivious to their watcher in his embrace, until they were out of sight.
The semi mech couldn't help but feel a little better seeing another Autobot who had found someone out of the entire twisted faction of the Decepticon race with whom he could learn to love. But he still felt terrible from the tiny growth of envy that bloomed at the sight of the sweet tender love the pair shared in secret when all he was getting was stifling affection that was slowly getting worse.
Optimus felt horrible thinking such things as the elevator swiftly took him upstairs. He shouldn't be feeling like that around his young friend but he couldn't help it. He had somehow convinced himself that this would all end like the famous romantic epics he loved from the second he heard his master's confession of love for him. It might've just been completely stupid to believe that with someone as gruff and possessive as the Pharaoh, would ever behave as such for his sake. He had to remember, that a Decepticon was still a Decepticon, no matter how pacified or different he was...
The Autobot sighed hopelessly again as he arrived at the correct floor and sluggishly walked to the throne room. Pushing inside the slightly ajar doors, he had to cover his sapphire optics for a few moments at all the harsh glare the polished gold in the room had shown, before his optics adjusted to see the massive silver mech lounging lazily on his throne.
The Decepticon was leaning on his elbow, appearing bored until he saw his beloved come inside and broke into a fanged grin as he sat up. He was here at last... His darling sweet mech... "Come... Sit beside me..." he purred, optics glimmering with raw love.
The slave forced himself not to roll his optics, knowing what was coming next in their little routine... "Yes, Master." he said softly, trying not to show the discomfort in his posture as he laid by his master's regal seat which he had become rather used to, enough for him to place a small sky blue pillow on it. It was not unheard of for high-ranking Decepticons to place their prettiest slave or servant out on display next to their imperial seats. He just wished that the larger gun robot didn't do it with him...
The red and blue mech watched with a usual sense of light vexation as usual as the other slightly larger robot's paranoia came into being by his massive hands pressing a series of buttons on his slave collar that activated his chain leash which he gripped and held fast in his firm claw.
Megatron grinned at the casual submission to his loving order as he wrapped the chain loosely around his hand. His favorite looked so beautiful when he sat beside him... So perfect... So graceful his beloved mech was... All his... All his...
The Pharaoh watched his slave adoringly before he frowned at the doors to his throne room opening once more and a mech that was decidedly not his loyal Vizer again stepped inside. So Soundwave was still scared enough to keep sending others to see him. That hurt his spark a bit.
"Again with you?" the Decepticon leader gruffly snorted at the quite tense Ultra Magnus who was doing his absolute hardest to not show his obvious fear of the other larger mech and was doing quite well with the exception of his sapphire optics.
The large Autobot on the other hand, was quite relieved to see him, as he had seen him often since this new routine began and smiled fondly at his dear old friend in welcome, who gave him a brief grin in return before reverting his attention back to the mildly irritated silver robot.
"Yes, My Liege. My Master is quite filled up on quite a number of reports of slaves escaping. Which is what he insisted I inform you with." the scribe spoke dutifully while reading his datapad and starting to pace, a habit he had to both calm himself and explain in detail without having too many mistakes.
The gun mech looked elsewhere with a huff, apathetic already while the red and blue robot peevishly glared at his dismissive behavior at a possibly urgent news report. If the blue and white mech was upset enough to start pacing more than was mundane, he had a good reason.
"Master... It would be rather wise to listen to your scribes. He could have something urgent to tell you." the semi growled, annoyance growing. In the past he would have never dared to tell his former masters what to do, he still didn't with their King's business' and his alone. However, his frayed nerve wiring and worn patience made him snap a bit more when he saw how poorly attentive he was.
Megatron gazed down at his moderately angry love before waving his hand dissentiently at the Autobot servant. "Fine. Proceed then with only the most grievous." he muttered, hoping hearing the out the car-carrier robot would calm him.
Ultra Magnus nodded, typing a bit into his datapad before continuing. "As you wish, My Lord. Apparently the rate of runaway slaves that had been steadily increasing over the past few centuries has recently spiked dramatically. The reasons for this are becoming alarming similar for the reasons of their slave collars being removed when a group of Autobots come together long enough. All of this is suggesting, a rebellion is growing in your midst, My Lord." he grimly spoke, still not looking beyond his datapad to show he had a tiny smile on his dermas.
Optimus blinked as his mind laxly took in the big news. A rebellion? He wasn't surprised that one would develop up from the endless suffering created under the Decepticon's cruel tyranny that had lasted for eons. It was just something he had always heard was possible from certain mechs who had simply had endured enough. However, none of these claims held up for too long as many were hunted down and slaughtered if they escaped and if they had fought against their masters, they were arrested, tortured or just blantly killed on the spot. But now, to actually hear that it was finally happening at a quickening and more successful pace was almost surreal.
The Pharaoh frowned at the news, while drumming his fingers on his false beard. "Hmmmm... That is horrible. Which cities have had the highest percentage rate of escapees?" he asked only mildly concerned. In all honesty he never really cared if everyone else's slaves and servants fled. He only cared if he escaped his grasp...
"The main capitals, Iacon, Kaon and Tarn. Unusually, their have been no reported casualties from any slaves or servants captured, thus supporting the fact a rebellion is brewing and is held somewhere secure enough to hide its growing numbers safely without being caught and killed." the large blue and white mech finished, still hiding his hopeful smile from showing on his usual trained stoic facials at the further highly beneficent news for all Autobots that he recounted aloud.
The massive Decepticon, closed his optics and vented loudly in deep thought. A rebellion. At last the prophecy of doom the old Autobot Alpha Trion whispered in his final days. It had to be the work of the Prime that was rising to destroy everything in his empire... "I see... Keep me informed as it appears." he spoke with finality not really wishing to speak any longer to the head scribe taking the place of his loyal Vizer.
The servant sharing the same sentiment as the silver mech, firmly nodded his helm while switching off his datapad in hand. "As you wish, Master." he spoke with a bow before turning and leaving, closing the grand jeweled doors behind him.
When left alone the gun robot gazed down at the lounging Autobot by his side with a possessive smirk. Now that the obnoxious fool was gone... "Optimus... My love..." he called with absolute delight to his darling, loving how he jumped slightly from suddenly being spoken to.
The slave who had been thinking looked up, almost regretting replying to call he already knew the answer to. "Yes, Master?" he asked with false innocence, while subconsciously bracing himself for the smothering love that was to come next.
Megatron purred before laying back into his great golden throne's violet cushions and rubbing his silver thighs enticingly. "You look so lonely on the floor... Sit upon me, my sweet..." he rumbled, feeling a powerful charge flare to life in his pelvic armor at thinking about feeling his beloved's curvy aft sit upon his lap.
"If I must." the red and blue mech replied with a quite noticeable lack of enthusiasm due to his short patience, but that didn't stop his spark from backflipping. As he got up and sat he felt a familiar embarrassing push at his plump backside. The semi squeaked and blushed when it rubbed against his blue codpiece through his makeshift dress before shyly covering his face with the back of his hand, trying not to let the other larger mech see his nimiety.
The Decepticon leader seeing this, lost his playful demeanor and growled possessively, yanking the faintly stubborn slave forward by his leash to come face to face with him. "Are you denying me...?" he asked in a hushed but very dangerous voice, daring him to say no. Oh yes, he just dared him to deny him...
The smaller truck robot whimpered and shivered at the hot husky air brushing his platinum face. "No... Never..." he whispered, wishing his frame wouldn't become aroused so quickly whenever his master spoke to him like that.
"Then kiss me..." the Pharaoh vented, stroking the other's beautiful face as well as lightly rubbing his dermas against his and licking them ever so gently. His large ringed hands running up under the skirt of his dress, up the length of his ivory thighs.
Optimus moaned at the raspy tone and lustful touches to his face and thigh metal. "Mmmm...! Yes, Master..." he mewled before he kissed the silver mech bashfully, blushing harder when he felt his valve wetting in arousal. Primus... Why was it so hard to control himself when the massive other mech did things like this...?
The gun robot groaned into the delicate sweet kiss his beloved gave him. He was just tender and gentle... It drove him absolutely wild... "Mmmmmm... That's much better..." he deeply purred, returning to his previous good mood in a sparkpulse before kissing the other mech passionately and thrusting his hot bulging panel against his.
The Autobot slave gasped in ecstasy, falling back and clinging onto Megatron's strong shoulder gold covered armor in an attempt to catch his failing balance. However that quickly became difficult when the larger mech bit ruttishly into his neck cables.
The Pharaoh dragged his glossa slowly along the delicate wires while brushing aside his black loincloth, releasing his fully erect spike and his hands making the panting mech in his grasp do the same with his own codpiece. He grinned evilly before taking a hold of both their pulsing cables, squishing them together. "Do you feel me...? Do you feel my spark through my throbbing mechhood, my love...?" he asked, his raw emotions pooling out in his words.
The smaller red and blue robot's spark jolted in his busty chest. Damn his master and his sexy words, touch and looks... They made him constantly blur out the current nature of their relationship during these moments. "Ahhhh hahhhh! Yes...!" he panted, heavily aroused optics a dark indigo.
The Decepticon smirked possessively, pumping their spikes with a low roar of pleasure while baring his fangs like a hungry animech. "Rrraawwrrr... My Optimus..." he growled as if in a mad trance, pace growing with a high charge in his loins developing just as fast.
The semi cried out at the rough but coveted treatment to his spike. Although he personally enjoyed it more in their earlier sexual encounters, when the other mech took his time and seemed to favor causing his pleasure rather than his own. Now, he seemed to just crave creating his own as quick and wild as mechly possible. However, that didn't stop a hot overlord from bursting inside of him from it though.
The massive gun mech smirked victoriously as he watched his favorite bend back and ejaculate his transfluid high into the air to rain down daintily on tight fist. Optimus' curvy frame shook like a tiny crystal leaf while gasping a soft utterance that rocked his spark. "...M-Mas... ter..." he whispered nearly adoringly.
The silver robot threw his helm back as he tempestuously came as well, shooting his silvery nanite seed onto the other's chest plates, claiming him once again. He chuckled when his high at last came down, opening his tightly shut crimson optics and looking at the lovely sticky mess they both had created. "Well, look at this... Our love juices... Taste some..." he cooed, wiping a great globful of mixed transfluid before sticking his thick sticky fingers into the slave's parted mouth.
The red and blue mech gagged a little when suddenly digits invaded his oral chamber but then started sucking them clean, even though he was aware he tasting himself as well as his master. When he finished with his erotic meal, the red and blue robot laid his helm down on the silver robot's broad usekh covered chest, temporarily winded from all their strenuous activities.
Everything was blissfully tranquil and quiet as Megatron held him in his strong jeweled arms, rocking him caringly back and forth at a calm pace when a thought came to the Autobot. "May I ask you something, My Lord...?" he requested softly, careful as to what he was about to ask, knowing already it was dangerous.
"Yes..." the Pharaoh responded sounding almost like he did when he was sick and delirious. Content and placid just having his beloved in his arms... Being all his... His alone...
The truck bit his bottom derma, knowing better than to lower his guard around his master's calm facade. For reasons he just couldn't comprehend, the Decepticon just seemed to have very little control of restraining his emotions whenever he was concerned, even less so when he talked about wandering away from him. "Have you ever had an ugly necklace around your neck you could never take off?" he asked, wanting to start off by cautiously going into another subject before merging it into his desired question.
Confused, the silver mech ceased his cuddling to pull back and look at Optimus with a slightly suspicious expression. What was his sweetspark getting at...? "What are you talking about?" he answered gruffly.
"It's this. This awful collar. From the very moment we are born unto this planet, we were forced to wear these things to keep us in line, to show our worth and status as slightly about the rust of the desert. If we ever dare to take them off, we truly will become the rust of the desert." the Autobot slave spoke dryly, looking at the piece of metal around his throat tubing with great disdain.
The gun watched his beloved's movements with engrossed optics, sensing something was going to be said to agitate him. "...What are you trying to say to me, my beloved?" he asked softly, growing more concerned every second.
The semi intaked a cold puff of air before he spoke clearly, looking directly into his master's optics. "If you truly love me... Why won't you ever take this off and set me free...?" he asked, his kind lazuline optics completely reflecting his pure spark's intentions.
The corners of Megatron thinned dermas twitched, unlike the rest his entirely stunned emotionless face plates. "...And have you run away from me again...?" he responded in a scratchy tone as his CPU burned and swirled with untamed red thoughts of his sweetspark disappearing from him for eternity without his conscious doing.
The smaller red and blue robot frowned seeing the other's expressive carmine optics unfocus, obviously thinking about possessing him again. "I would never run from you, Master... Though you are rather dominating..." he muttered losing his stand of hope as his master continued to silently rant not at all caring if the other just inches away heard him.
The Pharaoh gripped his helm, optics widening as his thoughts spin even faster, actually hurting. How could he even have the gall to ask this...? He had nothing without him...! Nothing! "Without you... I... I simply have no life... I would tear my flesh apart... I would slice my neck open..." he jabbered, shivering a little as his optics brightened from the emotions inside of him.
Optimus flinched at the blunt demented reminders of his master's near suicide, prompting his disturbingly realistic dream to flash in his processor again. "I don't understand why you have so little care for your life, Master." he said with pure sadness as he caressed the larger mech's handsome face plates with his soft hands.
The massive silver mech jumped at the gentle touch, snapping out of whatever hysterical fantasy he was having before snarling and grabbing the slightly smaller mech's hand, squeezing it tightly. "You don't get it...! I need you! I will never let you go! You're mine!" he proclaimed loudly to the Autobot's facials, vents panting from his passion and madness.
The slave looked away with a forlorn sigh as his cerulean optics closed in sorrow. Well... He tried. He knew what was to be expected and did have the satisfaction of at least trying but that did not mean he was not happier for it. "I... I understand. Well, if you will not free me, at least let me go for a walk... And please don't stop me or I am going be depressed." he mumbled miserably as he rose up off the Decepticon leader's lap and walked away.
The gun mech growled and was rise up and about to go after him but stopped firmly in his seat. What was he doing...? He was mere seconds away from charging at the slave like a madmech and pinning him to wall. But that would hurt him... Why in Primus' was he about to hurt him? His darling...?
Megatron clutched his striped helm once again as the faint burning sensation in the deepest core of his processor returned. Why was it getting so difficult to think without it being painful...?
The red and blue robot sighed leaning against a window pane in the top floor's lobby with a propped up elbow. He felt rather lousy after being so fiercely denied his full freedom. He knew he was trying to get to love him. But the more he tried to love the Decepticon leader the more he tried to chain him further to him and none wished to love anybody after being forced to be even more of a prisoner. Not without breaking entirely...
It was obvious to anyone that the Pharaoh's obsession with him was growing to extreme levels and that while he was trying to keep everything together, maybe even his grip on his politics, it was just falling to pieces real fast...
"Finally managed to get yourself away from His Mad Majesty?" a gentle voice spoke nearby waking the truck robot back to reality. Turning he saw the mech whom he would have no qualms about calling a brother, stood tall behind him with a small but noticeable smile.
Optimus attempted to give a weak smile in return but he just didn't have his spark in it and perhaps Magnus saw it too. "Oh hello, Magnus. I thought you already left to go downstairs to your Master." he said quietly.
"I was going to but... You and I haven't talked, I mean really talked, to each other in a while... So I was just curious... When did we become such strangers...?" the older Autobot's voice dripped with sadness at being so distant from the mech he had aged and grown up with.
"We've been busy, doting on our high-ranking Masters that are in the same building but are miles apart. It's only natural things seemed to drift away." the slave admitted, feeling more that he just described his and the silver robot's devolving relationship then just about the situation with the acquiescent servant.
The blue and white mech's face fell seeing the usually sanguine semi behave he knew and loved so worn out and uncaring. "I know but... We used to just have one another. Don't you remember?" he asked, looking up through the window the other was gazing through as his facial lighting up for a moment at the pleasant memories.
The red and blue mech looked at the head scribe from the side as he talked, noticing he was making himself tense from his constant worrying. Primus, if he ever saw his medical records he was positive the poor mech had high oil pressure from his bad habits. And that maybe because of... him... "I do." he replied simply.
Ultra Magnus shut his optics and sighed to aid in relieving some of his unbearable emotional stress. "...Why things got so weird and complicated with each other I will never know." he muttered, turning away from the window to lean on the golden wall it was carved into.
The semi's dermas tightened as he straightened up and moved over to the older Autobot's side. "Magnus. I'm still myself." he said a little peevish, directly to the side of his face.
The Autobot servant didn't even bother opening his optics. "I don't know about all that." he answered with a resentful chuckle. Of course he wasn't still himself. He was sure whatever type of insanity that had gripped the King had infected him as well. Just one look at his dear old friend convinced him of it.
"Fine I'm not myself, okay? Maybe the stress is at last sinking into me and I've gone howling mad? Now what do you want to say that apparently you needed to say to say to me so badly." Optimus snapped as he firmly crossed his arms, sick of the guilt and longing the older mech continued to place in him.
"Look, Optimus. I was trying to find you and get a hold of you for several weeks to get the chance to talk to you about something. Something I think would be best if I told you." the scribe said finally opening his optics to display grave seriousness.
The larger Autobot lightly growled and crossed his arms moodily. Finally he was getting to the point. "What is it?" he asked still mildly nettled as he tried to regain control of his chafed temper. He really didn't mean to yell. It was just the pressure of... everything weighing on him. He really could not take much more.
"Have you heard about the Autobot rebels?" the blue and white robot asked regaining a smile on face as like before, hoping that the news would reignite the sweet and loving mech he held dear like it has for himself.
The red and blue mech raised an optic ridge. He had already forgotten about the big news of rebellion due to his heated encounter with his master. He must've been closer to breaking than he originally thought. "Well, yes I have. Just now. A few minutes ago. From you." he said, regaining his calm once again.
"As I had just spoken of, I have been getting reports for months now about a rebellion slowly growing and has been steadily larger by the day now." the car-carrier robot reiterated from his earlier report virtually word for word. Another of his bad habits.
"The news of attempted revolt is nothing that has been untried. You and I know it both know that. But... Just how is this possible?" the slave asked skeptical, thinking how an Autobot could successfully get the collar off without killing themselves in the process as so, so many others had perished from doing.
Magnus seemed to almost be jump up and down without too much effort on restraint anymore now that he wasn't in front of a Decepticon as he continued to speak. "I can hardly comprehend it myself... But one Autobot, I believe a possible engineer deciphered the access codes in the slave collars. One finally figured out the combination for freedom and is spreading it around like Scraplets! Isn't that wonderful?!" he all but blurted out, as if he had just witnessed Primus walk by in mortal form.
The semi mech's face plating was blank for several minutes as the information seeped into his CPU. Oh, how the many sides of himself wanted to convey so much. His old side wanted to scream for joy until his voice modulator shorted but his newer one simply went dead silent and numb. The latter also seemed to be the one that soon replied for him. "Oh." he answered brusquely, optics hazy with his inner turmoil.
The older Autobot's face plates fell aghast at the causal almost disappointed utterance. "Oh? Oh, what?" he asked utterly stunned at his friend's indifferent demeanor. What the pit was wrong with him?
The red and blue mech just looked away from the servant's incredious look, ashamed of his own meek words. "I... I don't know." he spoke weakly but honestly. What was he supposed to do? Lie? He truly did not know anything anymore.
"Optimus what in Primus' Allspark is wrong with you? Aren't you happy to know there finally is a way out?" the head scribe said throwing his arms around dramatically.
Optimus just held his arms and stared at the purple carpets. "I don't know I guess..." he repeated, feeling so mangled inside. What he did really want...? Freedom from the pull in his chest? Or the love he was dreaming of but never truly receiving?
"You guess...?! Optimus, this what we, all Autobots have been dreaming of since the moment we come into life! Freedom! And you don't know if you're happy to be free?!" the blue and white robot shouted as he grabbed the other mech's shoulder plating firmly and gently shook him.
The large slave flinched at the harsh yelling and light shaking. He knew he was right. This is what he wanted. No needed. Freedom. But to where? To whom? Virtually all of the planet not consumed by the Great Cybertronian Rust Desert was Decepticon territory. Where would they live? Underground for the rest of their days? Fight the Decepticon armies and very likely all perish? It just didn't... seem like the solutions that work out well.
The car-carrier mech just watched the other Autobot falter to answer him. His azure optics just appeared so confused and frightened he just had to know why. "What're you waiting for?" he inquired while grabbing the other robot's face to turn it towards his.
Though his face was in the other's grasp, the semi robot still refused to lock optics with him. "...Maybe... the Pharaoh..." he began but lost his edge when he remembered what he was really talking about and to whom. About him growing to love with his master which was accepted by only a few of his friends. But Magnus wasn't one of them.
As expected, the scribe's optics widened in horror, now he was certain that he friend was crazy. "Him...? You're waiting for his okay in granting our freedom...?" he whispered extremely unbelieving that this mech was even his old friend.
"Optimus... Optimus, please, understand... No matter what lies and act he somehow did to make you believe in, know he will never willing let you go! Any of us go! Stop being crazy!" the blue and white mech yelled desperately trying to reach the distant other mech.
Optimus finally broke once more, suddenly gripping the servants arms and roaring back at him. "I can't! I...! I just so confused... I... I don't know what to do, Magnus...! I feel so torn... I... I..." his bellow losing strength quickly before transforming into a sobs as the mech creating them leaned on the older robot's firm chest overcome.
The car-carrier's aggression instantly melted seeing his younger friend break down into frustrated sobs against him and quickly held him in a tight embrace. "Optimus... Look... I'm sorry, okay... I didn't mean to shatter the little bit of strength you had left to pieces... I'm sorry..." he apologized over and over to his half-mad friend.
The large slave grit his denta in a furious effort to control his foolish outburst as he hugged the mech tightly to hide his shame. Primus he felt like a complete fool... Breaking down in front of the Autobot servant... But what did he expect? Continually poking and prodding a sore area until he burst, even if it was to try and help him.
"I'm sorry, Optimus... This all just has to so much to take in all at once, I understand completely. I just wanted to let you because... Well, I have been actually thinking it over for a while now and... have decided to go join them." Magnus said softly as he leaned his chin on top of the red and blue mech's blue helm.
The semi robot's frame stiffened while his optics shot open in true fear of being abandoned by the oldest friend he had for a fate that could end in certain death. "W-What...?!" he exclaimed as he pulled away to see if he had heard him right.
The older Autobot smiled a little seeing a reaction of some kind other than apathy as he rubbed the back of his white hand along the other's platinum cheek. "Oh, no, don't worry it's not for a while yet. I just wanted to let you know so you can better decide your own fate." he said before unwrapping his arms from around his chassis.
"Well, I should be going now. I have to get back to work before my Master finds out I've been taking too long with his morning reports. Please, take care of yourself, Optimus. Really... I mean that." the head scribe said caringly as he turned and left to the elevator downstairs.
Optimus watched the blue and white robot leave with a much heavier spark than earlier. All the talk regarding the rebels were driving the modestly annoying pull to leave in his chest to grow almost double what it was before.
Maybe... A little temporary taste of freedom would satisfy him enough to last the rest of his life and maybe more so to better handle his Megatron situation. But first the Autobot would have to convince the head of security and finance, the Vizer, Soundwave of this and that would not be easy. He was quite stubborn and firm, rather infamously so.
However the slave did notice how much he genuinely cared about the Pharaoh when he called him to take care of his sick master so suddenly in person. Something no one had expected. So naturally if the Decepticon leader cared about him, he would in some way care about him.
The red and blue rubbed his arms nervously and fidgeted a bit over his decision made as he walked to the elevator. Though still not knowing if he was doing the right thing listening to this pull or Ultra Magnus or the urge to do this behind his master's ever obsessive back. But he simply couldn't take being cooped up in the palace any longer. If he remained inside this fancy gold pyramid he'd really go mad. But he figured he already was doing something like this behind his back.
On the second floor, the semi's internal systems chilled with ice over his last highly traumatic experience on this very level. However, he steeled himself and headed straight for the stereo mech's office, not bothering to look around at the hard stares and leers for him being there before stopping in front of the doors. With a deep intake he bravely knocked and got ready for any possible heated arguing.
"Yes? Who is it?" Soundwave's stern voice asked from within, clearly annoyed at being bothered while he was working. He had already booked solid around the clock and was not in a very pleasant mood.
"It's me, Optimus, My Lord." Optimus answered softly while playing with his servos to alleviate his tension, not wanting to blow his already very slim chances of getting what he desired.
It was quiet for several uncomfortable moments with the exception of the slight shuffling of datapads the Vizer put away for later before he replied. "Come in." he spoke contentiously, already sensing something horrible coming from this encounter with the large Autobot.
The slave walked inside, feeling his internals twist more and more at coming closer to asking something he felt in his spark was going to be a bad idea but he pushed through. Opening the doors he saw the slender Decepticon sitting mostly alone, with the exception of a young black Steelpanther curled up beside his pedes and two twin Jetcondors in cages set on separate perches on either side of their master.
"What do you want?" the blue mech growled coldly watching as the feline drone on the floor beside him yawned a little loudly at the all the noise, raising up and turning before curling back into a ball in the opposite direction to fall back into recharge.
Praying his theory about his care being stretched to him was correct, the red and blue robot gathered his courage and spoke. "Ummm... Lord Vizer, would it prudent to request a admission chip to leave for the day and go into the city." he suddenly blurted out due to his stress peaking and pooling over.
The stereo mech immediately stiffened before looking up and though his face was obscured by a mask and visor, it was obviously thunderstruck. "What in Primus' graces makes you believe I will grant you something so ridiculous? And behind His Highness' back no less." he hissed, temper flaring at the ludicrous request.
The larger truck mech clenched his hands in tight fists. He knew there would be resistance, he just didn't expect the much smaller mech to be so draining to his already wearing confidence. "Forgive the madness of this outlandish request, My Lord, but I... I fear I may be going stir-crazy..." he spoke with a small laugh while holding his forehelm.
Soundwave darkly glowered at the larger robot over his intertwined white servos. Wonderful. All he needed to make his daily life worse was worrying about a second possible loon. "And why exactly is this any of my concern?" he demanded with no hidden amnesty in his smooth robotic voice.
"Because of His Majesty." Optimus said softly as he watched the Vizer's hidden ruby optics narrow at the mention of the Pharaoh. He knew he touched a acerbic area but he continued regardless, encouraged by getting a reaction of some kind at the very least out of the stern mech.
"Please, I don't ever wish harm on him and never would, but the affections... They are smothering me. I fear for his sanity every day. He might be obsessed with me to the point I highly doubt he is thinking clearly about his actions anymore, which I worry about." the large Autobot slave said, fidgeting enough to pace a bit.
The stereo robot watched heedfully as the slave lightly paced back and forth, relaying fears that he shared with him in the Decepticon leader's growing insanity. Despite that, he had no reason to voice it to the red and blue robot and simply continued to listen without a making a sound.
"I do not ask for the impossible but... I only wish for a day. Just one. To satisfy my desire to flee from my Master. And I will never ask for anything again. I swear on the holy hand of Primus himself." the semi mech said before he stopped his pacing and raised a hand in a salute of promise.
The blue robot drummed his white fingers together for several minutes in contemplation before pointing a sole ivory digit at the other mech like a sword of damnation. If the little fool desired to tempt the storm, let him. "Fine. You until before twilight. But understand that I do not control the Pharaoh's actions. Whatever happens to him and yourself for this little stint is on your helm. Do I make myself clear?" he spoke with the gravest seriousness he had ever used in a long time.
Optimus wanted to smile from the agreement he had predicting would likely have ended with a no but kept his face steady before responding. "As crystal, Master." he said calmly with a short bow, while his insides coiled both in hot glee and icy guilt.
Soundwave's hidden scowl deepened as he reached into his desk and pulled out a tiny chip. He typed on it a few quick codes upon it before rising from his seat and placing it inside the Autobot's slave collar. Why did he agree to something that was just going to cause massive chaos? He knew the silver mech was always on the verge of toppling over the edge. If he knew his precious favorite left the palace without his knowing, he would a spark attack or Primus forbid something worse.
Something about this mech's plight simply gripped him. Maybe after all this time he was just getting too soft for his own good as a Decepticon... "There. This will allow you outside the palace into the city and no farther. Any attempts to go further is unrecommended. Now get out before you cause a convulsion with the Noblemechs by being in my office." he growled as he gently shooed the slave out.
The larger red and blue robot's face beamed as wide as his jaw joints would allow before leaving in the elevator. He felt like he was sparkling again, of course before the horrible incident with his foster carrier. He knew he would attract attention if he emerged from the palace walls in his current attire. A makeshift dress or not, it gave away that they were very expensive clothes from a rich owner and would make him an easy target for kidnapping and robbery by the thousands lower-class Decepticons looking for easy pickings.
The semi looked around when he arrived on the main floor to spot anything that had been discarded by any of the Decepticons making their rounds. In a corner he spotted a big dusty old cloth used to shield high-class Decepticons from the false sunlight on bright summers days. It was a well-worn, torn and ragged brown piece of fabric that had likely been tossed aside when became that way from long periods of use. It was perfect.
Optimus walked over to the material and picked it up. Up close he loosely measured it, determining by what he saw, he figured it would make decent enough cloak. Donning his new mantle, he moved outside the great main gates, held wide open for the Autobot slaves that worked outside and did something he had not done since he was first brought to the massive Kaon palace many cybetronian months ago. Leave.
The false sunlight blinded the red and blue mech for several seconds until he got a good look at the monolithic capital city. He had lived inside the great palace for so long he had long since forgotten what it looked like outside. The great layers of the buildings that showed the different classes of cybertronians, from the bottom in the rusty streets that belonged to the slaves to the tops of the buildings touching the false sky that were owned by the City Lord and Governors. Barbaric and arrogant ways of showing rank and power.
The large Autobot's frame tensed at the feeling of dread of passing through such a harsh outside world as he gripped his ragged mantle and raised his mask before he headed down the pathway down into the city of Kaon. It was much different then the city of Iacon where he had aged and grown in. Kaon was the Decepticon main capital before the Fallen enslaved the Autobots, so naturally it was a rough place to live.
Most of what the slave could tell, Kaon was a city mostly composing of metal foundries and mines unlike its stark twin Iacon that specialized in farming, fishing and crafts. Much of the buildings in the lowest part were vandalized, crumbling and even half destroyed in some parts. Though this didn't really seem to bother the slaves native to the city.
The semi walked through the disjointed marketplace separating the lower and highest parts of the city, watching all the different mechs move around. Most were Autobots slaves he noticed were in horrible scarred and mild rusty conditions. But even when he stopped and watched with sad optics he was aware that there was nothing he could do. He was out of his power out here. Whatever happened had would happen, though he loathed it.
Optimus sighed and moved through the noise and bustle noticing the Kaon River slicing through outside the walls. A river was not something one saw everyday on Cybertron since most had gone during the mining expansion. Though it was not his first time gazing upon one's natural beauty in the dirty metal landscape he felt like it was his first time all over again.
The Autobot found the pull he had invaded his spark recently poke at his spark to just watch and follow the river though he didn't know why. However, just as he finally broke its hypnotic influence on him, he roughly bumped into a smaller mech who fell backwards onto his aft from the force of his mild jog.
The red and blue mech almost automatically slid back his mask and bent down to see if the other robot was injured, causing his hood to slide off and show his entire helm. "Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you hurt?" he asked, sapphire optics bright with concern.
The red and yellow mech on the ground was an Autobot barely stretched into his adult mech frame as he was still rather youthful in the plating, just stared up at the revealed robot beauty above him. "Uhhh... Yeah..." he muttered transfixed.
The semi helped the fallen mech off the dirt by lifting him up by the waist and onto his pedes. "Please, allow me to make it up to you." he said, intertwining his fingers tightly together showing his commitment.
The muscle car robot was still caught in a trance until he snapped out of it when he heard the larger mech talk about repaying him. "If you say so, beautiful but I will choose the location." he smirked cocky as he slipped his hand adventurously into his.
As Optimus was led by the mystery mech into a ruined home, he halted their walk to gaze at the building with a sense of guilt at just invading someone's dwelling. "Wait, isn't this someone's home?" he asked the other Autobot, sincerely hoping they weren't.
"It was once, but not anymore. A lot of us just travel around from house to house or whatever's somewhat livable. Pit I've been living a tent most of the time when not going through these pitiful ruins." the red and orange robot shrugged as he pushed aside the mangled curtains serving as the door and led the still hesitant slave inside.
It was a rather drab little domicile. It was tiny one room home with only some abandoned clay dishes that were cracked and chipped and some torn carpets. Once seated on the rug, the muscle car turned toward the larger, older mech with a smile while resting his chin on his intertwined fingers. "So... You a City Lord's pleasure slave?" he asked slyly, looking at the mech in question up and down.
The red and blue mech blushed under the lustful scrutiny. It had been quite a while since he was flirted with someone beside Megatron. "No, I belong to His Highness, the Pharaoh." he said, shyly looking away to better conceal his rose tinted facials.
The slender Autobot frowned at the mention of the Decepticon leader. That fact that, that sick fragger owned this sweetsparked mech was just completely repulsive to him. "Him, huh? Well, then what's your name cutie?" he asked, wanting to change the unpleasant subject.
"Optimus." the truck answered timidly, looking at the other robot from the side shyly. It was rather refreshing to be treated as an equal instead of a admired treasure though he felt bad for feeling like this without the silver mech knowing. It almost felt like cheating. Almost.
"'Beauty'... You certainly live up to your name... Hi, I'm Hot Rod." the energetic other slave purred, spunkily leaning over and kissing the larger robot on his platinum cheek.
Optimus gave an embarrassed grin at the bold peck. Well he was rather... boisterous. He was rather cute actually but really not his type. In fact he was not pushing him away because he knew Hot Rod was just being friendly. "Nice to meet you... Who do you belong to?" he asked as the other mech leaned against him.
"Me? I belong to no one. I never have and never will." the orange and red mech said while looking at his long slender orange fingers proudly as if he had an expensive ring on there.
The larger Autobot frowned a little hearing the all too familiar false claiming he had somewhat become used to from madmechs he had encountered. "Yes, I know you believe that, secretly every Autobot does. But I meant literally who owns you." he inquired once more.
The muscle car looked up at the cynical expression the other slave had. "Oh, I know what you meant. It's just I don't belong to anyone anymore... because I don't have my slave collar anymore..." he replied cunningly with a smirk to match.
The red and blue mech just stared at the smaller mech with a look that was a cross between believing his words and dismissing them as a bad joke. "That's... im... possible..." he whispered, wanting to believe him but it was rather hard without actual visual confirmation.
"Oh, don't believe me? Here, see for yourself." Hot Rod grinned loftily before raised his helm to expose a slender neck completely free of any indication of a slave collar with the exception of a long barely noticeable scar from where it once was.
The truck's optics extended in utter stupor at the sight of the other slave's bare neck cables. "...H-How...?" he whispered, as he touched it as if to make entirely sure he was indeed seeing what he was seeing.
The muscle car smiled warmly at his new older friend's complete reverence at his smooth collar free neck cables. He always found it really cute to those that were just unwilling to believe it was possible. "Well, you could say that I know a few people who have actually found a way to safely remove it." he said before touching the blue top of the other larger mech's helm.
Optimus blinked out of his transfixation to the vacant neck to gazed in growing revelation about to whom he was talking to. "What? But then that would mean that you're... you're... a rebel?" he asked speechless that he would have the luck to run into a rebel today and now. It all seemed to be to eerie designed to be a coincidence...
"Mmm, hmmm. Why, yes, cutie. Yes, I am." the smaller red and orange robot purred as he held the large Autobot's beautiful stunned facials. Oh having this big beauty possibly join was almost too excitement for him to bare!
Megatron paced back and forth, as his processor sped along just as fast. Where was he? Shouldn't he have come back by now? He couldn't even detected his signal or pick up his comm link. Surely he wouldn't dare... The silver mech halted. No... He said he wouldn't... But that was just what he said last time... just before he left him... all alone...
The Pharaoh groaned and clutched his helm at the intense burn of his own wild thoughts. The Autobot said he would never him... but he didn't exactly say he loved him. He was still prone to stupidity. He just guidance... Yes... Guidance...
The red and blue mech was just naive... He needed his protection and guidance from the wicked Prime who would seduce him away... That's all...! The massive Decepticon, dragged his black hand down from his helm to run down his face as a sinister grin grew on his dermas. He would protect him... He would.
The gun hummed a mad tune to himself as he walked to the elevator downstairs to arrive at the second floor, going to the one mech who could tell him where his beloved was and with a wild grin he roughly pushed open the doors to the Vizer's office.
Soundwave raised his helm to yell at the intruder who thought it would be humorous to burst in his office unannounced before he froze in silent horror at who he saw in front of him. "My Lord... What are you doing here?" he asked, clenching his hands into fist to divert his fear of an explosion.
Megatron still grinned his crazed smile but on the inside he was slowly boiling with rage. "Where is he, Soundwave...? Where is my Optimus...?" he cooed sadistically. Now, he didn't like to accuse his most loyal Decepticon of treason, no matter how small but he could just sense he did something... He knew he did...
The slender blue robot tensed horribly before taking in a deep intake to remake his stoic persona with the highest skill that he could manage. "Assuming that you have been stalking the slave long enough to push him into asking me for a roaming chip, he's current outside the palace in the main city." he spoke, his tone frigid in an attempt to hide his inner fear.
Megatron ruse broke as grit his fangs in the raw fury that had been boiling suddenly burst out. "HOW COULD YOU!?" he roared in outrage, startling the avian drones into squawking in fear and making the Steelpanther hiss at being so rudely disturbed by such a loud noise.
The stereo mech stood firm before the berserk Decepticon. "Calm yourself, My Lord! I am not such an idiot that I would actually allow the Autobot out of palace grounds without activating the tracker in his collar. I know exactly where he is." he said firmly look at his King right in his crazed ruby optic.
The Pharaoh glared ferociously for several minutes before his hot CPU finally processed that Optimus had left him before his rage cracked and transformed into a blend of betrayal and sparkbreak. He left him again... When he said that he wouldn't... "Take me to him... I will chain him to my side if I have to tame him... I will not tolerate this... streak of refractory behavior..." he muttered scornfully mostly to himself and his cracking spark.
Soundwave didn't even bother to speak as he knew it was pointless. It was just so sad for him to see him become like his insane late father over a single Autobot slave. A tragic circle of fate of like father, like son...
Optimus laughed at another one of Hot Rod jeers toward a obese Decepticon that he watched fell down and could not get up before checking his chronometer. He flinched as he was already a couple hours late to the time he was meant to come back. Megatron was going to be furious if he didn't return soon. "Oh, Hot Rod, I had a great time with you and I really hope I have repaid my blunder of running into you earlier but I'm afraid I have to leave." he said rising up and stretching his numb legs.
The red and orange mech rose as well looking rather disappointed at his handsome new friend's sudden leaving. "So soon? Why?" he asked confused while placing a hand on the other mech's shoulder as he speedily wrapped his cloak around himself.
"Actually I am quite late... I must leave now or get punished. I'm only out here because of a frustrated head of security." the larger slave spoke quickly, gently gripping his hand for a moment before brushing it off.
Understanding the grave message, the ex-slave stood up and took him gently by the arm to lead him outside the ramshackle building. "Well, then I should get you back to the palace, quickly...!" he spoke with a more urgent tone.
The large Autobot panicked when he heard the other would be escourting him back to Kaon palace. His master was insanely jealous around him simply being with his friends. Primus knows how badly he'd react to him with a total stranger...! "N-No! My Master will be infuriated further if I'm with someone besides himself!" he spoke truly frightened, reflecting it clearly in his sapphire optics.
Meanwhile, somewhat nearby, Megatron who had followed Soundwave's directions to the precise numbers moved through the shocked stiff and silent Autobots and Decepticons who wisely moved aside out of their deranged looking King's path. The fools couldn't have bothered him if they charged at him with battle-ready weaponry.
The Pharaoh's mind and spark was just too busy twisting in knots at his beloved's perfidy. How could he do this to him? Didn't he know how much he loved him...? Apparently not since he was ready to kill himself in his name! But he was never going to let that happen... Never again. He would drag him back screaming bloody murder for all he cared, he was his and his alone!
And the moment the Decepticon leader sensed the semi mech's signal when he got close enough to be range to detect it, he raced toward it to see the lovely mech he desired beyond comprehension looking frightened about something he could not bring himself to care about at this moment in time and roared. "Optimus!" he boomed as his vents panting out hot angry puffs of air.
The red and blue mech's oil chilled when heard his name called in a voice he hoped was not the mech he had been dreading but fate was not kind to him anymore when he watched wide frightened optics the massive silver mech himself standing barely twelve feet away, blistering with fury and violet cape billowing behind him like soft purple flames.
"M-Master... I..." Optimus whimpered weakly as he hid the muscle car mech behind his much larger chassis to protect him in case the Pharaoh spotted him with him earlier. He thanked Primus when it appeared he didn't. Though he was not knew he was not as lucky...
The gun's gleaming scarlet optics narrowed as the slave tried to defend himself for his treasonous behavior. "No! No excuses... You're coming back to the palace with me. Now." he growled dangerously, stomping over and taking the other smaller mech by the wrist tightly to make sure he never slipped his grasp again.
Hot Rod pushed his through and watched amongst the crowd watching the completely absurd spectacle of Megatron himself in person, dragging a barely struggling Autobot by the arm back to palace. He put a finger to his chin in deep thought of possibly asking the red and blue mech to join them tonight...
The Pharaoh continued to roughly pull the slightly smaller truck red and blue robot behind him through the monolithic main doors, all the while his facials were frozen in a dark scowl that did not just show his anger but also inner torment.
The semi robot was dead silent the entire way to the elevator upstairs, optics of both passing Autobots and Decepticons beaming through his steel skin. Inside his processor he asked why he did this. He knew it would've ended badly anyway, but he did it. Why...? The pull of freedom was one... But was it to really escape his master...? No... It wasn't like that. He didn't hate him he just...
The Decepticon didn't speak a word when they arrived at the top as he pushed Optimus inside the High Queen's chamber before firmly shutting the doors with his back plates turned to him with a slow disturbing pace compared to earlier.
The Autobot slave watched with developing fear, his frame stiff and hands clutching each other. What was he going to say...? He had never seen him behave this way... No... Not this badly... Not to him. "Master, please... I was coming right back. You saw me." he spoke with a more numbed tone than his usual deep voice carried.
The silver robot barely heard his beloved's words of reason. All his CPU could comprehend over and over, torturing him... Was him leaving... His love fleeing his passion like it was... pure poison. "Why would you leave me...?" he croaked leaning his helm against the door, fighting back the optic cleaning fluid welling up.
The red and blue mech's spark cracked as his facials twisted in sorrow at the broken tone. He hurt him again... Didn't he promise to stop doing that...? "No, I would never-" he began until his master's sudden giggling halted him.
The gun suddenly burst into hysterical laughter heavily startling the semi into horrified silence and backing away a little until the backs of his royal blue legs bumped into the edge of the large berth behind him.
Megatron slapped a massive hand over his optics as he laughed insanely. He was lying! To him! His dearest slave still had the bearings to hold to his excuses! It was all just too funny! So much!
The Pharaoh continued his mad laughter for several moments longer before abruptly stopping and dropping his arm to the side to show a sinister demented smile. No... He was not a fool to fall to his lies again. "You are such a teasing liar my darling..." he purred before lunging at him.
Optimus grunted when he savagely pushed back and pinned down effortlessly onto the soft berth. He gazed up with completely terrified optics. What was he doing? Was he going to hurt him? "My Lord...! You're scaring me...!" he whispered frightened, his frame shivering at the thought of possibly being raped.
The Decepticon ignored him as he rubbed his massive chest against the other trapped beneath his hefty armor. "I love you..." he rumbled, tearing off his mantle and raking his claws down to leave light scratches on the steel exposed between his dress as his fangs bit lustfully into his bosom to mark him.
The slave tightly closed his optics and shivered in horror. This was not his kind master. Whomever it was it wasn't him. This was now some demented lover that came into his place. "S-Stop it... Ahhhh!" he cried out as his panel was roughly fondled, to his horror was already holding back his now erect spike.
The larger silver robot's ruby optics glimmered in unsatisfied lust and corrupted love as he took off the codpiece in his hand to release a wet cable from underneath. "No... No. Never again... You want this, as I do..." he cooed as he lifted up the Autobot's aft and wrapped his toned legs around his neck to himself up close to his twitching valve.
The red and blue howled the moment he felt a firm hand grip his spike and a wet glossa run across his virgin valve. "Hhhahhhh... No...! Ahhh! M-Master...!" he pleaded for him to stop but his body and his voice told differently. His spark even begged for more of his master's skilled touches though his processor screamed for him to come to his senses that went unheeded...
The gun mech drowned out the pleas to stop as he felt they weren't real at any rate. His frame, his very spark knew what he wanted and he was giving it to him whether he wanted it or not. "Shhh... No more your talking... It hurts... Just scream for me... For my touch, my lovely, Optimus..." he purred huskily, lapping up the lubricant generously oozing out of his port as his fist pumped the other robot's throbbing mechhood.
The semi sobbed at both the feelings he felt in his conflicted thoughts and his chassis writhing to his master's hands like he was at his heat peak once again. "N-No...! Please... I... Hhahhhh! going to... to... Mmmmmm...!" he wept in pleasure as his charge built to extreme levels embarrassing fast causing him to grip the silk mesh sheets underneath his coolant dripping frame.
Megatron grinned psychotically before sticking in the thick fingers into the vellicating ring of muscle cables, spreading them wide open nice and wide to lick the spasming interiors for a bit just before sucking on the sensitive node on its roof.
Optimus's azure optics shot open, snapping back as if he was stabbed as his vision became the static laced white of overload. This was wrong. He shouldn't have done this... Not when he knew he was guilty... and yet... He couldn't stop himself... If that wasn't love driving him back into the arms of an on-off maniac, he didn't know what was.
The Pharaoh gulped down the rush of hot lubricant as he felt the other mech's transfluid splash into his hand and ooze out in the gaps between his coiled digits. He allowed his favorite to have a brief moment to relax but he wasn't done punishing him. He truly did not want to penalize him but he had enough of his inability to make up his mind as to what he really wanted. So, he was going to decide that for him and he would just have to learn to savor it...
The Autobot cracked open his still leaking optics to look submissively up at his master who was looking obsessively down at him with a bit of his lubricant dribbling down his chin. "Please don't hurt me anymore... I won't leave you again... I swear it... You've made your point..." he whispered, hoping his "punishment" was over...
The silver mech's optics softened in false forgiveness as he bent down to his beloved's face to lap up some of the tears that had leaked out. "Oh, no my love. I won't hurt you... no... but you hurt me. You always hurt me. So, I think it would rather more of a punishment to not let you out of this room for a week." he rumbled deeply and dangerously into his audio but the grin on his dermas were the more intimidating.
The smaller slave cried out when his ankle joint was grabbed and pulled forward towards one of the poles supporting the massive berth. "What...?! Master, no! Please! No!" he screamed as the Decepticon leader pulled out a microchip in his slave collar, pressing it before sticking it onto his ankle and the pole to form a thick glowing energon chain.
The gun robot continued to disregard his beloved's forlorn begging for him to stop. But he couldn't. He would just run away again and now it was too late to release him without a repeated incident. "You brought this upon yourself, Optimus... You keep insisting on roaming so I will take it away... If you disobey me again, I will make certain this room becomes your dungeon." he whispered, raising from the berth to watch the red and blue mech uselessly struggle on his binding.
"Master!" the semi wailed pulling pointlessly on the chain that would never break unless his ankle was torn right from its socket. This couldn't be happening... Primus let it be a nightmare...!
"You'll thank me... You'll thank me..." Megatron muttered madly his expression blank and serious like stone but his optics were still wildly fluttering and swirling with pure obsession.
Optimus screamed, desperately reaching for his master when he turned and left before collapsing by the tug of the chain's full length tripping him to the floor. All that kept repeating in his processor unspoken was... Why...?
The Decepticon leaned against the doors after carefully shutting and locking them as the red and blue robot inside sobbed. What was... he doing...? Keeping him... Hurting him... The silver mech grunted in pain, gripping his helm and gritting his dentals. Why was it so hard to comprehend one thought anymore...?
But then the Pharaoh looked at his still soiled fingers before an adoring smile grew on his face. He suckled the sticky nanite rich liquid, moaning aboulically at its sweet flavor before drifting it down his muscular armor plating.
It didn't matter... The Autobot was safe now... Safe from the Prime... Safe from... himself... The gun grinned insanely, letting his aroused frame react to the hand that had touched his darling little slave rub his bulging black panel to completion...
Optimus woke up after crying himself to sleep and with another strange dream he felt his optics burn sorely. His spark felt numb and twisted with sparkache. Megatron actually was punishing him. For the first time for something as innocent as leaving the palace to enjoy some time to himself. Granted it was a great abnormality for any Autobot to be granted such liberty, even the Autobot servants could not leave the grounds of their master's home as easily as he did.
The large slave leaned his helm into his hands miserably. Why? The Pharaoh proclaimed that he loved him and yet... why did he hurt him? Why did he lock him away to simply keep him forever...? He didn't mean to hurt him... but that didn't mean he deserved it in return right...? Maybe he did. However, this was the not the behavior of a gentle lover he had witnessed to his being, these were the actions of a maniac. A madmech pit-bent on keeping.
Did he dare even try to think of escape this time...? From him? His master. His... love? No... Primus knows what the Decepticon would do tipping so close to complete madness. But... the pull that had plagued him had returned almost twofold upon his forced return back to Kaon palace which helped nothing.
The red and blue mech limped walked over to the window, his chain giving him just enough length to look out at the stars. They were so inappropriately pretty... And free. It stung just looking at the beautiful astral objects.
But just as the truck robot was about to turn away he saw something rather strange and quite colorful race across the crystal grass of the courtyard. It was much too tall to be a drone and was not hunched over and beastly like an animech. What was that...?
Optimus didn't need to wonder for too much longer when the mysterious object jumped up the walls and up to his open window to come within just inches of his platinum facials.
"Hi, again, Optimus." Hot Rod said with a big smile, laughing a bit when the utterly surprised larger Autobot stumbled back before he gently caught him in his arms.
"What are you doing here?! You realize that if my Master catches me talking to you both of us could lose our heads and there is a very large chance of getting caught when you're right by this room's only window...!" the red and blue spoke in a terrified but whispering tone as he was sat down on the berth by the other robot.
The ex-slave waved his hand dismissively, the threat having barely any threat to a free mech. "I am aware of this but after seeing how you were dragged back to the palace, I just had to see if you were okay." he spoke as he crossed his slender arms.
"I am fine, Hot Rod." the large slave said stubbornly while trying to wipe away the remains of his crying like cleaning a horrible acid spray to the face plates.
The young red and orange mech looked at the tear marks and the activated energon chain tied tautly around a slender pillar of the berth before looking skeptical back to him. "Riiiight... May I sit down?" he asked gently gesturing to the berth.
The semi robot laughed bitterly at the mildly stupid request. "Sure. Go ahead. I don't think I'm in anymore trouble than I already am." he muttered, looking away at the etched silver walls.
The muscle car mech sat down on the berth's edge before scooting over to the other and whispering in his audio antenna. "Optimus there is something I think you should know about me that I never really got around to talking to you about but... Well... I am the rebel's leader." he said soft and sweet.
Optimus flinched back as if he was physically slapped, looking at him incrediously. "You...?! You are the...?!" he gasped, clutching his chest plates in case in surprised spark burst out.
"I know you may be shocked by this but please just hear me. I may not have been the one to discover the code to freedom, but I am the one who will help free the Autobots from the Decepticon tyranny and the one who lead us to freedom until our Prime takes the command." Hot Rod declared gallantly as if he was the prophesied Prime.
The Autobot slave's optics narrowed in disbelief at the mention of the cybertronians' true leader. He was no stranger to the prophecy of the late oracle Alpha Trion who predicted that the Prime would return and topple everything in the Decepticon empire. However, when nobody came many believed it to be just a prophecy to inspire false hope. He himself included. "But... Why are you here for me?" he asked shyly while toying with his blue servos.
The red and orange robot took the larger mech's hands into one of his smaller orange ones, rubbing them comfortingly as he lifted his helm to lock their cerulean optics together. "Optimus... I simply am unable to stand the sight of my fellow Autobots suffer under that monster... You could come and run away with me if you'd like. Away from the Decepticons and away from this torturous life of slavery. You want this too, right...?" he asked his honest pure optics glittering in hope.
The semi robot was soundless at the words that sounded like a direct mirror to his own before everything began to crush him, before they processed in his CPU. Freedom? Of course, every Autobot in creation longed for nothing else for centuries... but did he? He didn't know anymore... He was now driven to do so more than ever because of the pull in his spark but all he ever knew was to be a slave. Could he possibly learn to be free? And what of Megatron when he did?
The red and blue mech paused his thoughts, very confused at his own spark's reasoning. Why did he care so much of what happened to him in his absence? Besides being the only one who constantly said he loved him and actually speak it truthfully... Perhaps a few weeks after his somewhat rightful punishment, seeing him wouldn't that bad as he did sort of break his rules behind his back and he could also secretly say goodbye to loosen the blow of his possible leaving. If he got the chance to that is...
Optimus clenched the rebel leader's smaller fingers gently before coming up to the conclusion. It would be hard but more time was all he needed before coming to decide what his fate would be. To stay or go. "Ummm... Hot Rod...?" he asked gently.
"Yes?" Hot Rod responded in turn, hoping he would say yes. Despite this mech's obvious depression and frustration rotting his away his personality, he could easily tell he was kind, gentle and endearing. He just needed to get away from this place.
The red and blue robot intaked deeply before speaking in a weighty tone. "I've decided I will come with you. However I desire to remain here for another four weeks to see my friends one last time..." he spoke half the real truth of why he wished to stay longer.
The muscle car was quiet for a moment, curiously thinking as to why the larger Autobot wanted to possibly stay longer in the worst place an Autobot could be, working under the cruel Megatron, but he didn't question it. "Very well, Optimus. I shall return in four weeks, same spot, at night. And when I come back, you must be ready for whatever you have chosen." he said seriously.
The slave nodded silently. This was his last chance to possibly have any romantic connection with his master and if not, though he knew the rebel's were more than just escapees thirsty for their freedom, he would join them without a fight. "I will. Now go... Before any Decepticon guards on patrol come by and notice you up in here." he said softly while loosely holding his arms.
The ex-slave nodded before leaping off the balcony and doing something the semi almost drooling over not being able to do without incredible pain. Transform in his vehicle mode. He watched as the powerful vehicle raced surprisingly silent back across the courtyard at great speeds in the direction of the quiet city.
The moment the red and orange mech was out of sight, was the instant Optimus suddenly felt a little prickle of real hope begin to grow within his aching spark but at the same time feeling something akin to more guilt growing right along side it for the unknown future to come.
A/N: Took a while again, sorry, billions of things to do and so little time. Plus, had the worst case of writers block I've had in a long time and am only recently coming out of it. Feel like I kinda rambled the chapter format as I tried to restart my creative juices. Ah well, the people wanted more and I give it to them, but will go back and check things once I'm back at 100 %. Things will have a happy ending peoples so don't worry. You know I am a sucker for that. Keep reading and reviewing as I go along and I will continue to deliver. Buh-bye!