Revenge of the fallen 30

Ok… I've been gone for a while… and I'm sorry. I hit a writer's block when I came back and just couldn't get it to flow…or get the itchy, stuffy, creepy-crawly feeling off of me from grandmothers house. I found 5 spiders in the bathroom total, and it creeps me out. 2 of which were in the shower. Never felt clean while they were there. And I think her ability to see grime and such is fading. I could smell mold and the dust was everywhere. The carpets felt gritty and it was just… eww. Anyways, I'm back, and here's the new chapter. Read, Review, laugh and love.

WINNERS!!! (again, to win, you just have to participate. Unless it's a challenge…): Decepticon05, Pharen Runningwind, Supermoi, Kibble Beast and Zonadow!!! 12 cyberbrownies a piece!

Disclaimer: I don't own transformers, I'm just playing with them.


Optimus awoke to the hustle and bustle of the busy space ship port. Megatron was ordering his troops around while they manhandled the captured Autobots out of the ship in the dead of the night cycle. It must have been into the wee hours of the morning considering how quite all of the equipment and mechs were being. He saw Megatron speaking to some mechs that he swore he had never seen before… Decepticons. He also wondered if one of them was suppose to be his new 'mate'… yeah right. He wouldn't mate with anyone he didn't love. He loved Elita One, he once loved Sentinal Prime, he loved Bumblebee, and he, even to his surprise, loved Rodimus. He couldn't force himself to love someone he had just met because they bid on him. Megatron occasionally would capture a few slaves from battle and either sell them to the highest bidders, or in this case, bring the mechs that someone had ordered to them for a price. Optimus knew his case was the latter, as were the majority of his troops. He guessed Bumblebee had been ordered a long time ago, mostly because none of the Decepticons ever fired fatal shots at him. Sideswipe and Jolt were probably given to the same mech… what was his name… Shockwave. He had a younger mech fetish… which was concerning to the mech.

Optimus flinched at the idea of Bumblebee, Jolt and Sideways being taken by an older mech unwillingly. They were young and kind… so why did this fate fall on them? Optimus didn't think that this situation would get any better before Megatron gave him to whatever high bidder had come to collect his purchase.

Optimus found his thoughts being jostled out of his helm as he was manhandled down the ramp by the Decepticons. He was pushed towards the door to the registration office by the brutes as his servos, which were tied behind his back, were held tightly by his captors. The Prime was pushed into the warmer building, thankful that the heat from the generator was washing over him. Night cycles on Cybertron were exceptionally cold at this time of year, and as a result, most bots didn't stay out this late. Those who did were usually found frozen in the morning and had to be taken to a medical center to recover.

Optimus was pushed into a chair and felt the overwhelming anxiety shiver through his support column and up to his shoulders. Then he heard a voice in the next room, discussing something with silver tyrant about payment most likely. That voice… it sounded… deep, and soothing for some reason. He couldn't make out exactly what they were saying, but he knew this had to be his bidder. He heard them agree and Megatron walked back out of the room. He kneeled next to Optimus and grinned.

"Well, you are going to be very happy in your new home. Now behave yourself. If you displease him… you'll end up where the rest of the slaves go. Either the fighting pits or the brothels. Both of which I'd hate to see you in. Behave now…" With that, Megatron covered his optics with a blindfold (1). Optimus felt the silver tyrants servos on his back, leading him to the door and back into the cold.

It was only a few steps until they reached another stairwell, and Optimus was grabbed by two of the mechs around them and placed into the transport. He felt servos securing him into the transport, which felt like a luxury transport at that… gentle sloping seats, pleasant music, and he thought he heard high grade glasses chinking together. He remembered this feeling from a long time ago, when the Prime ruled the planet with the Lord Protector. Those were the days… and back then, no one had slaves… the overwhelming urge to shoot something was killing him.

He heard the transport door shut and heard a calm, young, sophisticated voice thanked the mechs.

"Please relax, Optimus. My master wishes for you to calm down. You are in no danger here." The voice said again. Optimus was sure it was femme now. And he didn't feel like calming down within the least.

"Sorry, but I don't feel like calming down after being captured and dragged here against my will." Optimus growled, and the femme giggled. He heard someone whisper in her audio receiver… what? They didn't want him to hear for whatever reason.

"Speak up! I know your supposed master is in the transport!" The femme gasped and the voice stopped. It then whispered something again, but much faster this time.

"My master says that he wants to surprise you when we get home. Relax, it won't be much longer. Now, when we get into the house, the maids are going to escort you upstairs and give you a bath. I doubt those ships holding areas have been cleaned in a long time. I take it you are fairly comfortable?" The femme asked, irritating Optimus beyond coherent words.

"Oh yeah, I'm comfortable with my servos tied behind my back and blindfolded with no idea where the frag I'm going while a virtually silent dumbass is whispering to his secretary about me, yet refuses to tell me a damn thing about where the slag I'm being taken?!" Optimus was pretty sure he heard the femme take a slide backwards on the seat to his left.

He felt the transport pulled to a stop and the engine shut off. Optimus heard the door slide open and a servo place itself on his shoulder. Said servo pulled him out of the car and into the cool night air as he was lifted up the stairs and into the house.

If this was how the night was starting off, he doubted it would get any better before he found a weapon of some sort and used it against his captor.


Starscream awoke to the bright light of the moons(2) and the gentle snoring of a mech. Starscream tried to shield his optics from the offending light, which burned his optics and caused his already aching processor to scream in pain. He didn't really recall what had happened for a few seconds. Let's see… the Fallen… the spear… Megatron…

That's right, he was stabbed by the fallen. And Megatron was there…

But, where was he now?

Starscream looked around to find that the love of his life, Megatron, the Slag Maker, the silver tyrant, the emissary of the Unmaker, was snuggled against the seeker's bare shoulder…and had all of his armor missing…

Well…. This was an interesting development.

Megatron, the love of his spark, who hadn't really defended him against the fallen, was recharging beside him like a hatchling that had recent had a bad recharge file and was seeking it's carer (3) in need of comfort. Better yet… this had to be the first time that Starscream had actually seen his master… well, naked! Given he had yet to pull those damnable covers down to take a peek at his master's blessed gifts, but he could feel the mechs muscular cables shifting against his body, slowly rubbing up… and down…up… and down….

Oh Primus it felt so fragging good. Those strong, well sculpted cables… and those arms, which were just a lithe and sculpted as his legs… Primus, this was a torture made in the Well of All Sparks. And the sad fact was… Starscream didn't want him to stop. That blessed rubbing was the first real gentle contact he had ever receive from a sober Megatron. Given that he was asleep… but beggars aren't choosers.

So Starscream could forgive him for the fallen's spear incident…

And as Starscream tried to regain the control of his body, he took a silent, deep air intake; which relaxed his cables, and settled down for the night. He checked what notifications were coming from his system, mostly blocked by the various painkillers he was sure that Hook had given him. Nothing was blaring, thought he reached up to his metal derma around his spark chamber and felt it welded and still warm from the repair systems slowly, but surely, stitching everything back where it needed to go. And with his lover's arm draped across his stomach, it's heavy, dense weight pinning him to the berth underneath all of the covers and pillows, he was sure he wasn't going to go anywhere tonight.

Instead, he managed to wiggle his arm free of it's warm confines and place it over his tyrants servo, gently gripping the silver Slagmaker's servo in his. It was a comforting gesture, and the room was quiet and beautiful, with the wind gently pushing and pulling the banners and few rare organic life forms outside of the building as it shifted through their pollution filters (4); Starscream felt his aching processor slowly drift off into the peaceful recharge he felt like he had been denied since Megatron's departure.

He couldn't help but smile as Megatron gave out a loud snort in his recharge. Priceless.


1 They have blindfolds now. I don't want to give away the surprise.

2 For those who do not know, or who are not familiar with G1, Cybertron has 2 moons (correct me if I'm wrong, I'm human and I make mistakes)

3 Taken (borrowed) from itsu-usal fic My Little Lover, carers are bots who take care of sparklings. Or… hatchlings… anyways, credit where wonderful credit is due, you know where to go…

4 Lol, pollution filters are leaves. Where ever they are (again, not telling) they have planted some trees nearby for decoration.

Anyways… I thought of a blooper while visiting Hershey world (which is another family story, if people want to hear it, it's somewhat interesting, and it's about my family history in relation to Hershey)


BLOOPER!!!!!

Sideswipe and Jolt were visiting the local recreation education museum on energon treats (… they are like chocolate now. Shush) As they boarded the carts, Jolt noticed the stupid, singing animatronic Berillium bull on top of a fake stable.

It was no surprise to Sideswipe that the younger mech didn't like the bull. It wasn't cute to say the least… but as the cart pulled around to the other side of the door, they spotted three more Berillium cows that didn't seem to have a place in the creation tour.

As the ride continued, Sideswipe allowed his servo to slip around the younger mechs waist, gently pulling him towards the silver mech. Jolt, who couldn't help but notice his sudden rearrangement, nuzzled his shoulder into the other mechs chest, causing the older mech to smile. Jolt rested his head on the other mechs shoulder, then turned his helm up to the bot. He looked so beautiful like this… with the lighting just perfect… and the damn music annoying the living slag out of him.

But Sideswipe's lips were getting closer… and closer… and closer…they connected.

Just as the ride pulled into a tunnel.

Both emerged frazzled and fluffed, looking like they couldn't get enough of each other's bodies. Sideswipe whispered something to the younger bot quietly and Jolt smiled.


2 Challenges!!!

1 What did Sideswipe say to Jolt?

2 What bloopers should I have next? (translation… I need concepts to work with. Pairings or other requests are acceptable. Please give 2)

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