Revenge of the Fallen 31
Ok… going to try to destroy my writer's block… or boulder now.
In lighter news, I don't think I told you guys were we went while we were in PA. My parents dragged me to Strasburg's Railroad, Hershey's Chocolate world (where my hair suffered from children), and a lot of little markets. We got some good Lebanon Bologna… only to leave it at my grandmother's house. Oddly enough, we found the same stuff here in an oddities market. I will never go back to processed French fries again. I had fresh cut ones… they are a world different. Also, I found a chocolate that is far better than Hershey. It's called Wilbur's, and they sell to Godiva, Joseph Smidt, and a few other large companies. They are delicious.
People are right!!! Revelation in the chapter!!! And yes, Sides did say something to Jolt.
It was "When we get home, I'll show you a real energon treat".
Winners!!!: thundercracker76, Decepticon05, smurf setsuka, Kibble Beast, Pharen Runningwind, Supermoi, black dragon, Dragolover1, Hiezen and Zonadow!!! Thanks guys!!!
To Dragolover1 and anyone who is confused as to how they were captured and taken into... well, it's not really slavery, more like exotic pet trade/war prizes: It's in Chapter 28, "I rise, you fall", after the battle, the Decepticons hit them with electricity and they get taken to the ship. Then they go back to Cybertron. Beginning their new ownership.
I will get into the others new homes later as well. Ironhide, Ratchet, the girls, and our favorite young bots have to be addressed... oh and Whiskers got left on Earth. Sorry. But they don't have air in those ships. it was nicer for her to stay safe on earth.. and continue not exploding due to the vaccum of space.
I don't own the Transformers, I'm just playing around with them.
Optimus felt his body being hauled up onto one of the large mechs shoulders and carried up the stairs once they into the large house. He felt alright on the first flight of stairs, but on the second and third, he thought he was going to purge any residual contents of his tanks courtesy of the undulating. Even the constant jostling of the ships holding areas weren't nearly as bad as this, but he had to admit, the holding areas of the ships didn't smell or feel this luxurious. He wasn't sure if his olfactory receptor was working correctly after so many stellar cycles of war, but it smelled like the perfection of vintage high grade mixed with refined energon treats. That was a taste he had missed for stellar cycles.
His thoughts were interrupted by the mechs sudden stop. He was hoisted off of the mechs shoulder and placed into a sitting position on the side of a tile fixture (1). He felt the mechs beginning to take off the flame painted armor, slowly stripping it away. He couldn't help but be slightly aroused as the gentle servos plucked each piece from his body while removing his stasis cuffs, caressing sensitive spots once and then leaving the burning trail of heated derma after the offending digit had been moved away. He felt his cable growing stiffer by the moment, though his warriors instinct came into play and told him not to show it to a possible enemy.
His cable grew more and more, and at one point he feared he would have to take care of his little problem, until a sudden slash in warm water knocked him back to his senses. He wasn't sure when the water had been drawn, but it felt so good after so many years of going without even seeing water on some of the planets they visited. He could have sworn that he heard a cool, collected, yet aroused chuckle before he was pushed into the water. He adored the way the water ran over his chassis… it made him feel so pure and clean after all this time. Almost like the touch of a lover after being manhandled. Almost like Rodimus used to treat him. Elita One expected to be treated like a femme while they were together, which was completely normal. Sentinal, way back when they were younglings, was always rough when they were together. But Rodimus… he was always gentle. No matter the situation, he would always be kind to Optimus, and in the long run, Optimus missed Rodimus the most.
He felt the mechs running their servos over his chassis, slowly rubbing the scented soaps over him. He was sure that there was only Primus knew what coating his outer casings by this point. He had been in the holding cells of the Nemesis after all. And Decepticons weren't known for keeping their ships spotless. He was sure the soap was getting off any black marks or grime he would have obtained while sitting in the ship, but part of him wanted to be dirty as well, to ward off this new 'master' of his. Soft, instrumental (2) music was playing in the background, and even though it was relaxing, he couldn't bring himself to let his guard down. He was fed up with the mechs touching him, and frankly would either like to clean himself or not have viewers.
"Don't touch me! Let me speak to this 'master' now!" Optimus yelled, and the mechs paused for a minute. He swore he heard someone chuckling to themselves again, perhaps there was another viewer? Slag. Optimus pushed himself backwards in the tub, only to accidentally overdo it and unintentionally submerge himself. He quickly pushed himself back up and coughed out the water from his air intake system. He heard the same chuckle again, and then a whisper.
"Sir, my master says that you should relax and it will go faster. Even though he doesn't want you to get stressed out, he is rather enjoying the little show you are putting on." The femme's voice came giggling through. Perfect. Just what he needed, a femme viewer while he was aft naked in the tub, being manhandled by mechs and couldn't even see what the slag was going on. Yeah, this was a fun night… or perhaps it was day break by now? No… he had arrived at about 2100 last night, so it couldn't have been past 000 by now. (3)
A sudden pour of water ran over him, signifying the end of his bath. He felt the mechs reach down and pull the drain cover off to allow the soapy, and probably oily, water to usher itself out of the tub. Optimus felt the mechs placing their servos on his upper arms and lifting him out of the tub while wrapping him in a big, fluffy towel. They slowly toweled him off, making sure that there wasn't a single drop left on his chassis. He felt the towel removed and a robe being placed on him. The robe was a soft and fluffy as his towel. He couldn't help but notice, even in his rather heated and pissed off state, the robe was like wearing a cloud.
Before he could really take in the luxury of standing of his own two peds, he was hoisted into the air again and slung of a mech's shoulder. He felt the air pass him as they walked out of the washroom and into the mansion again. He heard one of the set of ped falls leaving the group. It sounded like the femme, judging from the size and rhythm. He heard the other bot, a mech who he supposed he was suppose to call 'master' now, following them. He heard a door open and felt the movement of air caressing his chassis once again.
The thud of his aft on a plush, overly cushioned berth was foreign to him. He heard one mech leave while the other sat down beside the Prime on the berth. Optimus kept his guard up, not knowing, and perhaps not wanting to know, what was going to happen.
"You know" a familiar voice said "When I heard they had finally captured you, I was kind of sad." Optimus knew that voice. He had dreamed of the voice since the news of Elita's death. That heavenly voice was his new master…
He never thought it would have been possible, yet in a since, he was extremely relived. He was bought by an old friend… not some random Decepticon that might abuse him and eventually kill him, or forced to fight in the arena like some kind of beast. Instead, he apparently got to live in the lap of luxury, as Megatron put it, with him. Damn. Just damn. This must have been a blessing in disguise from Primus himself. After all these years, all the fighting, all the constant loss of friends and foes alike, injuries that made the medics cringe, and constant suffering, he had finally got a long reprieve… if his thoughts were true. He was almost afraid to know.
"Optimus… cover your optics for a micro, would you?" He did as he was told, wanting this surprise so badly. He felt the mechs servos gently brushing the sides of his facial plating, heading for the blindfold. He felt the knots being undone, and holding this air intake just in case it wasn't true. The blindfold was being taken away from his optics… three…two…one.
"Alright, you can open those pretty blue optics for me." Optimus calmed his processor as he carefully opened his optic covers. There he was…as perfectly polished as the day that Optimus met him. He had upgraded in his time since they last met, but it was only in size, not style or personality…
Rodimus
"…Rod….Rodimus?" Optimus felt unusually overwhelmed by emotions, and he had no idea where they were coming from after all these stellar cycles. Other than the fact that he had been deprived these things for so long, it was only sensible that they would come back to haunt him full force when he was given a little taste of what he was missing.
"It's ok my love, everything is going to be alright. I'm here now, and you are safe." Rodimus pulled Optimus into a tight, structure crushing hug. Optimus didn't move away, but threw his now free arms around the other mech, burying his helm into the other's chest and releasing his air intake. They stayed like that for a few minutes, just listening to each other's spark beats. It was so comforting to hear an old friend's spark beat, it gave them reassurance, knowing that other was here and alive. Rodimus pressed a gentle kiss into his beloved helm and moved his chassis to pull Optimus down onto the berth with him. Optimus offlined his optics and just allowed his air intakes to do the talking for him. Rodimus stroked his helm gently, and whispered sweet nothings to him for about 5 cycles until he was sure that Optimus wasn't going to have another big outburst like the transport and the bath.
"We have a lot to discuss…" The red and yellow painted mech said, still holding Optimus close to his spark chamber. Optimus gave him and sleepy nod in response. Rodimus, realizing how tired his love was, slipped out of berth and quickly got ready for bed. He climbed back into berth and pulled his beloved back to his warm spot on his chest. He reached over and shut off the lights, and then snuggled down on the berth while pulling the covers over both of them. A small, elongated kiss to the helm signified as a goodnight wish as he drifted off into peaceful recharge.
Starscream awoke to the sound of his love playing a virtual entertainment system (4). However, Starscream wasn't used to being this close to Megatron while he was playing. The tyrant had pulled the seeker into his lap while playing the entertainment system. The seeker was tucked perfectly into Megatron's chest and lap, which cradled him in the tyrant's muscular frame. The tyrant was playing the game by holding the controller in front of his prized package. Starscream was rather content just lying there in his master's hold. This was actually a very comfortable position. Given the profanities that Megatron was spewing when he missed a level or couldn't get a goal in the game; Starscream settled back down, despite his need to use the washroom, and watched his hopeful lover play his game with all of the skill and prowess of a military leader… which wasn't well.
He couldn't help but wonder if the others were intact or destroyed on Earth. He had not seen Thundercracker or Skywarp since the Earth battle. They were his trine, his family... they were the first thing he expected (out of normalcy) to see when he awoke. Though Megatron wasn't a bad surprise, he was the only thing he saw since he awoke from his drug induced rest. He was worried about them. Skywarp wasn't teh greatest in battle, and Thundercracker wasn't much for fighting in general. So the chances of them surviving a fight with the fallen was slim to say the least.
However, when Megatron finally got the blasted thing he was trying to obtain, he tossed aside the controller and proceeded to smother the little injured seeker with kisses… who realized that Megatron thought he was still in a drug induced recharge.
…might as well let him think that.
If it meant more of this treatment, then hell yes, Starscream was a little doll. Just a drug induced doll…who was getting whatever he wanted.
"BLAST!" Except a calm Megatron, but he was his loud, silly, over dramatic, clumsy lover.
…damn you writers boulder! Why can't I smash you??? (brings out explosives left over from ROTF)muwahaha!!! take this!!! (realises she doesn't know how to set up an explosive device...) crap.
Anyways… Blooper!!! (and a small side note, the kitty will be replaced by Ravage from now on, since they were captured in battle and the kitty is still on earth. She was taken home by Lennox. Annabelle has a new pet. Besides, I doubt they have kitty food on Cybertron. Or litter boxes for that matter.)
It had been one pit of a night, even as usually quiet as it was for a party. The crew had broken out the extra energon on the way back to Cybertron, and Skywarp, as per usual, had to have a drink. Other that his usual high grade intake addiction, Skywarp was still trying to shake the fact that Screamer was unconscious in Megatron's quarters with a diagnosis that would have made the Pit Keeper fear falling into recharge. So Skywarp did what his instincts told him to do-
Drink yourself scrapless.
And he did, 14 cubes in less than 3 megacycles.
Now he was stumbling back to his and Thundercracker's chambers while slagfaced. He entered their code and tumbled into the room on top of what he thought was Thundercracker… and man, was he horny. To his delight, Thundercracker seemed a little restless tonight. He talons dug into Skywarp's back and they interfaced into the night. Over and over, with Thundercracker making guttural roars every time he came into the blue seeker. Skywarp passed out after 5 rounds, mostly from the high grade.
When he awoke next morning, he saw a chuckling Thundercracker and a crying Soundwave standing beside his berth.
"Hey guys… man TC, you were great last night!" Thundercracker laughed until his optics leaked, and Soundwave looked like he was about to have a spark attack. Then it hit Skywarp, through the haze of a hangover. Whoever he interfaced with last night was still in his arms…
He looked down, and saw a very happy Ravage was sleeping in his embrace… not TC…slag.
Soundwave powered up his cannons and Thundercracker grabbed Skywarp as they ran out of the room. Ravage's test came back negative, but the cat wouldn't be pleased by his creator afterwards, just like every cat out there!
(side note: Skywarp thought he was with TC, not ravage. 'blue seeker' and gutteral roar rarely go together. :D lol i apparently confused some people there... my bad!)
I'm an evil little git, aren't I? Anyways, review please. You get cybercake if you do. Oh and point out mistakes in continuity or typos please. I'm human and I make mistakes.
1 Tile is in bathrooms, and I doubt they would put metal near water were it could rust through.
2 Assuming they had musical instruments of some sort on Cybertron. Jazz and Soundwave have something to do with music, therefore they must have instruments.
3 Assuming they have some segment of time, I'm just basing it off Earth's military time segments.
4 A cookie to all those who guess what this is. (*) Please place it in either a review or a pm, both come to my email and I will reward those who participate.
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