Author's Note:
Okay, pretty much, all you need to know about this chapter is that, yes, Nightstalker knocks boots with Megatron and she agrees to keep coming back.
It's basically all a smut scene, and has been edited out because that irascible spitfire reported Fraternizing for its sexual scenes. Thus, to keep the story up, I have edited out all of the smut scenes.
If you want to read the full chapter without it being cropped, send me a PM and I'll gladly link you to where you may read it.
Nightstalker paused, looking warily at this beautiful mech before her. "What do you want?" she asked slowly.
Megatron stood. "Walk with me," he said, clasping his servos behind his back. Nightstalker followed him and craned her head back to look at him. "Is it too much to ask of a mech to have an unrequited and intelligent conversation for once?"
Nightstalker ducked her head as they walked down the mountain. "Of course not," she murmured. She couldn't honestly turn a request like that down. "But why me?"
"You happened to be available tonight, and in close proximity," Megatron stated, as if it were nothing out of the ordinary. "Besides," his voice crooned a bit more suggestively, "we do have quite a history together."
Nightstalker's spark rate quickened. Catching her breath, she briefly remembered what those servos could do to her before shaking it off, fluttering her wings nervously. "Um . . . Yes . . . Ah . . ."
Megatron laughed then, a laugh that would have seemed sinister, but Nightstalker knew a true laugh from him when she heard one. "Nightstalker, loosen up! You're acting so timid!"
Her lips twitched. "Because the last time we met it ended up with me locked in stasis for two Earth days . . ." Not to mention she was suddenly thinking this conversation wasn't just for conversation . . . And her issue with him and tricking her into accepting interfacing with him not out of her own free will . . .
He paused then, looking down at her as they worked their way down the mountain. "You attacked me first."
Nightstalker pursed her lips. "Because you were attacking my friends."
"Friends . . ." she heard him grunt, the word Autobot just barely muttered under his breath. "You were in my territory, using my space bridge."
"Only to get Optimus's memories back!"
Megatron scoffed. "He was Orion. At that point Optimus didn't exist."
"And he didn't exist because he saved the world from Unicron," she jabbed a finger into Megatron's stomach plates, "which you happened to help wake up." Megatron didn't say anything to that, but his feet paused in their walk. He looked down at her, and Nightstalker felt her lips twist and pucker. "All right, so maybe you did help stop Unicron . . . but only because it threatened your own pride."
Megatron blinked at her once, and Nightstalker suddenly found his lips pressed firmly against hers. Nightstalker whimpered at the sudden onslaught, squirming away only to meet his hand at the small of her back. She shivered at the familiar feeling of his clawed fingers around her wings.
A tiny, trembling breath spilled form Nightstalker's lips when he released her for a breath. A rumble rolled through his chest.
"When you pout your lips like that . . ." Megatron growled, his mouth trailing lightly up to her audio receptors. His lustful rasp made chills run through her systems.
"I can barely resist fragging you again."
Nightstalker squeezed her optics shut, willing her racing spark to slow. Primus knew when he said that, she wanted him just as badly. She heard little tinkles come from her metal that clattered together. No, she didn't want this. She never had—or, maybe she was tricking herself. Maybe she was only uncertain the first time she had interfaced with him, and enjoyed it the rest of the times? But, she had enjoyed it the first time too . . .
Megatron gave a thoughtful grumble before Nightstalker felt herself hoisted up by one hand, her tiny size so lightweight to Megatron's strength.
His hazy red optics trailed slowly over her body. "Nightstalker," he crooned suggestively, "how many persuasive words will it take for you to agree to interface with me?"
Her spark rate quickened. She gripped his forearm to keep her balance. Against her will, her thoughts returned to all those nights she had spent with Megatron, and her internal temperatures rose.
"I . . . I don't think so . . ." she murmured, shyly looking away. "It wouldn't . . . be for the best, I think . . ." Frag it all, did she want this or not!?
Megatron chuckled, the sultry sound making prickles of anticipation chase down her body. "Don't be so demure, Nightstalker," he told her, a rare light of mischief coming into his optics. "You have no need to hold back with me."
"Well . . ." Unconsciously, her orange optics touched his broad chest where the Decepticon emblem stood proudly. "I—I'm an Autobot, and . . . you're . . ."
"I told you already, Nightstalker," he said, intense gaze piercing her. "When it is only you and I, there is no Autobot or Decepticon."
His fingers began to play softly around her wings, and Nightstalker breathed out a small sigh of bliss, arching slightly as he began to tease her hot spots. Then, she stiffened, trying to push at his hands, stammering, "I—I—Well, it might not matter to you, but—" A sudden whimper escaped her vocals. Curse her body betraying her . . . ! "I—I'm duty bound to them . . ." She felt herself groaning on the inside in defeat. Her argument was falling flat before she could get it out there. Pathetically, she heard herself saying, "I'll get in trouble . . . Optimus would be so mad . . ."
"Then he doesn't have to know," Megatron said easily. Nightstalker felt herself relaxing into him again, unwillingly giving in. She would know, though . . . "Is it too much to ask to share another night with you?" he crooned softly to her. When he scooped her close to his chest, Nightstalker felt the tingle of the vibrations of his chest when he spoke. "With you gone, I receive fewer conversations where I am relaxed . . . Consider this relaxing a friend."
Nightstalker felt her head loll to rest against him. "You know just what to say to get me to give in . . ." she whispered softly, fingers trailing over his chest.
*scene truncated*
Megatron leaned against the cliff-face and Nightstalker snuggled into his chest.
She gave a soft sigh. "This is nice . . ." Nightstalker hummed through her chest, fingers playing with the wiring in Megatron's neck. She let her wings droop tiredly. "I like it when you stay . . ."
An answering rumble rolled from Megatron's chest. "I can't stay."
This time, her wings drooped with depression and her shoulders slumped. She looked up into his red optics pleadingly. "You really can't?"
A smirk tipped up his lips even as Nightstalker felt his soothing fingers kneading between her wings. "And I hardly believe that even you can stay out all night," Megatron chuckled. "What would your Autobot friends think? They would send a posse out for you."
Nightstalker dipped her head shyly and guiltily. "Well . . . maybe . . ." She snuggled more into his broad chest with a relaxed sigh. "Let's just stay like this for a while . . ."
Comfortable silence overtook them for some time beneath the stars. It was later when Megatron spoke up quietly.
"Meet me 50 kilometers north of here in four days time," he grumbled. "Same time. Same . . . activities."
Nightstalker felt her breathing hitch when his mouth nuzzled her wingtips. Even though she knew it was wrong, Nightstalker nodded.
"I'll be there."