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Optimus mulled around his new quarters that he shared with his mate. It was larger and nicer than the one they had remodeled in the old missile silo that the United States government had given them. Though the dark navy and purple left much to be desired by Optimus, the ship itself was fitted with the best decepticon technology that was current considering that it had survived a millennium long war. Optimus sat down in the chair next to the desk. Megatron assured him that he could use the desk, but he no longer had an army to command and it seemed strange to sit behind the desk when he had nothing to do. He had moved the chair to in front of the desk and sat a data pad on the "Art of War" by his former second in command Prowl on the desk. It was one of the few items left that Prowl had given him before Prowl accepted another command and before their exodus from their home world. He wondered often if his friend survived and if he had what would Megatron do with him if he should find his way home. He wondered about all of the soldiers that had followed him blindly from the beginning and how they would see him now that he had surrendered to Megatron.
"I see that you have made yourself comfortable. You can sit behind the desk, though I wouldn't mind seeing you on top of the desk in the throes of passion while I thrust into you." Megatron smirked as he saw the tell-tale pink bloom across Optimus' cheek plates.
"Though I am sure that would be a delightful sight for you to see, I rather like sitting in this chair while I read." Optimus informed him rather chastely. Megatron laughed out right before walking to him, gathering his chin plates, and smacking a kiss on his surprised lips.
"I will corrupt you yet my Prime." Megatron purred at him and Optimus shivered whether in anticipation or fear, he did not know.
"You already have." Optimus said breathlessly as he tried to evade Megatron's gaze but the tyrant wouldn't let him go. He smiled, his fangs eerily out of place, making his smile look more sinister and evil than positive, and yet Optimus felt warmth flood his systems as his spark reacted wantonly to the images that Megatron sent through their bond. They were earnest and seductive, not convoluted or distorted; the image of a true mate wanting its other half and Optimus gasped at the sincerity and truthfulness of Megatron's feelings.
"We have only bonded my sweet Optimus, but soon we will mate and I have every intention of siring a sparkling. Just think Optimus, he will be strong, powerful, and majestic with your coloring and my war build. What more could we ever want?" Megatron softly said as Optimus' gaze never wavered from his brilliant ruby optics throbbing with power and passion as Megatron spoke with precision and confidence. Optimus gasped as he could easily picture a sparkling from their union.
Optimus gave an unsteady hiccup from his air vent and then asked softly, "what if he is a she?" Optimus couldn't help but want a little femling. There were so few left.
"Then she will be the most wonderful, lucky little femme to exist; and we will have to keep trying to give her a brother." Megatron said matter of fact.
"But will you love her less?" Optimus had to know. He wouldn't let a sparkling suffer no matter its creators.
"Optimus, why would you ask that? Of course I would never let her suffer like that, besides the question is irrelevant. He or she does not exist yet though I would very much like to start." Megatron growled as he leaned in and licked up the side of Optimus' mask. Optimus jerked in reaction from the unexpectant caress and Megatron laughed huskily into his audial.
"Megatron." Optimus said as he felt the bond tugging to be renewed, and he trembled as he felt Megatron shake in reaction to the need that coursed between them and the Matrix throbbed as it recognized its Lord High Protector.
"It is as it should have been if the Senate had of stayed out of our affairs." Megatron gasped out suddenly and passionately. "They tried to control you, tried to take you from me, and I, in my stubborn, impatient way, let them. I should have stayed and fought for you, but I was blinded and I blamed you for accepting the Matrix and leaving me." Optimus gazed into his mate's optics as his systems heated from his fervent declaration and he moaned before reaching behind Megatron's helm and pulling him forward as his battle masked snicked quickly to the side to allow his facial plates to show. Their glossas met in a battle of frenzied passion, a war zone of all consuming fire as they fought for dominance over the other. Optimus pushed forward and Megatron fell back growling softly as he felt his mate push out of the chair and straddle his hip plates on the floor. They grappled on the floor as Optimus fought to keep his position on top before he pulled Megatron's leg to him and began to lick along the knee plate to his thigh plate.
"Optimus!" Was snarled softly as Megatron relinquished his hold to fall back and let his mate ravish him with his glossa. Optimus complied as he proceeded to nuzzle and rev his engine against Megatron's pelvic plated until he heard the soft click and Megatron's spike extended in need. Optimus smiled wantonly, a steel edge glint coming to his navy glazed optics as he moved down to lick along the bottom of his mate's long ribbed spike. He moved up and then moved his lip plates over the tip and Megatron moaned low and deep as Optimus very slowly descended with his mouth over his mate's spike. He heard claws scrape painfully along the smooth steel floor as Megatron writhed under his ministrations as Optimus set a slow but steady pace. He wanted to build his mate's pleasure, let him heat, and then possess him like he had done that very morning to him. Megatron saw him as an equal, and Optimus was determined to be that equal in everything.
Megatron was in an agonistic haze of interminable pleasure as he turned his optics off and just allowed himself to feel. It had been so long, too long that he had felt Orion's glossa over him, molding and twisting around his spike, milking him of his life fluids, until all that was left was to overload. He had forgotten how determined his lover could be as Optimus built the heat within his systems higher and higher before a strangled moan was wrenched from his vocalizer. He clicked on his optics to see his mate vigorously sucking him and Megatron gasped and groaned as he reached blindly to pull his mate down hard on his spike before screeching out as over load hit him.
Optimus smiled as he drank his mate's passion, its life force gushing into his intake as he licked and cleaned his mate before pulling back, extending his spike and swiftly filling Megatron's valve before he could realize what Optimus was doing.
"What!" Was snarled loudly as Megatron thrashed beneath him, but Optimus held firmly until he was fully sheathed in the hot valve that was tight from lack of use. He wrapped his arms around Megatron's hips as the war lord tried to buck him off, but that only proceeded to shift them both until his valve was fully consumed by the hot thick intruder that pulse with energy and life.
Optimus' first thrust was fierce and Megatron snarled like a wild beast beneath him, but Optimus's intent was not to tame but to conquer. In this only could he still win and he thrust wilder and faster as his hands made dents into the plates that protected his mate's hips.
Megatron was livid and yet he could feel his systems build with unwanted heat as his mate rode him like a cowboy riding a bucking stallion. The more he resisted the more he relented until his claws were no longer searching for something to bash his mate with but was gripping the edges of his windshield and searching for sensitive circuitry until both were moaning loud and clearly audible as Optimus brought his mate to overload. Megatron cried out with a harsh, primitive guttural snarl and Optimus cried out as his valve clamped tightly around him squeezing him until his systems over heated with passion forcing his fans to work over time to cool him.
Both lay panting as Optimus suddenly collapsed on top of Megatron while the grey overlord wrapped his arms around his most cherished prize to keep him from sliding off. They let their systems quiet, though it took a while, before Megatron could clear the static from his vocalizer.
"You may have won Megatron, but I still can demand some rights." Optimus stated softly and Megatron smiled ruefully.
"I never wanted to take away your rights Optimus, only restore what we once shared." Megatron finally said.
"You forced me to surrender."
"Only to give your soldiers a place and work."
"I will not be meek and docile." Optimus stated emphatically as his normally cerulean gaze fell harshly on his mate.
"I don't want you to be, Optimus. I want a mate that is equal, but I want you to understand that I am the Lord High Protector and you will give me a sparkling as is your right as Prime." Megatron boasted as he smirked. He was still uneasy about Optimus spiking him but he had overloaded, though surprisingly from his valve, and he couldn't complain about the relaxed lethargic feeling that was flooding his systems.
"We will have a sparkling together and we will both raise it, though it will be in love, not with ideas of grandeur. I will not let you corrupt our future with grand ideas of power and domination." Optimus spoke passionately, eloquently as he looked at Megatron. Megatron looked long and thoughtful at Optimus. He wanted an heir but Optimus was right. To raise it only to know war would not be right. They had gone to war to stop the oppression and unfairness of a caste system that was killing the lower class, but now they had a chance to rebuild in peace. To give their future a chance to thrive in equality. Megatron was not a fool to believe in happily ever after but he could be reasoned with if the argument was proved to his advantage.
"We will have a sparkling together and we will raise it, my Optimus. I promise you that I will protect you as you are now a part of me and I am you." Megatron pledged as he rose up taking his mate with him before gently scooping Optimus in his arms while standing and walking over to lay Optimus out on their berth. He smiled and Optimus shivered. That smile would always give him a queer feeling knowing that Megatron had those fangs implanted so that he would look intimidating. He slowly sent a small smile back and Megatron laughed suddenly before swooping down and steeling a kiss from his mate. He spooned his body around Optimus' while he pulled a thermal blanket around their bodies.
"Rest Orion; you will be needing it soon as our sparkling will grow in your body." Megatron smiled as he powered down his systems. His mechs could wait. He had spent enough time on the command deck overseeing a war. He wanted to be with his newly bonded mate now.