MERCY

Chapter 2

Megatron's Quarters

Cass's processor was a mess of overrun possibilities. As he rounded each corner, he couldn't help but wonder what Megatron truly had in mind for him. Had he done something wrong? Was he going to be beaten and punished for it? The more he thought on it, the more his apprehension grew. It was getting harder for him to hide his anxiety, so instead of really dwelling on it, Cass picked up his pace and hurried to Megatron's personal quarters. The sooner he got there the sooner he could get whatever was about to happen to him over with.

When he bounded around one last corner, he was forced to stop dead on his pedes. In the middle of the long dark hall his path was blocked by Soundwave. The third in command stared at him through his faceless visor expressionless as usual, but his EM field was bristling with a concoction of mixed emotions. Not too many Cybertronians nor drones could pick up on the private Decepticons feelings, but Cass always had a knack for reading discreet signals.

"Commander Soundwave?" Cass addressed his superior in surprise. "Is there something I can do for you?"

Soundwave stood there briefly staring at Cass. Apparently, he was trying to get control of his EM field since Cass could feel the atmosphere around the silent mech begin waver. Soon there wasn't much left for Cass to read of off Soundwave and he stood by patiently waiting for a message to be relayed to him. He was expecting a telepathic message since it was always the chosen method Soundwave ever used for him, but unexpectedly his superior played back a previous conversation over his speakers.

"Come to my private quarters tonight…. Within the hour, Caspian…."

It was a good thing Cass had replaced his mask before returning inside the ship. It was much easier to hide the embarrassing blush crawling across his heated faceplate. Hearing Megatron's voice speak like that so clearly to him made the younger model feel singled out once again. "Y-yes commander. Lord Megatron has requested my audience. Is there a problem with this?"

Soundwave lowered his helm, momentarily staring at his struts before sending his first telepathic message.

"New orders: Vehicon drone CA-591-AN. Send a new Vehicon in your place. Return to your quarters for recharge."

"What?" Cass questioned the telepath. "Why? Has Lord Megatron given you these new orders to relay to me?"

"Negative." Soundwave's response was almost stern. A rare gesticulation from the third in command. "New orders: Given out of concern. Vehicon CA-591-AN: Soundwave's favorite drone. Desired outcome: Protection."

"Protection?" Cass was shocked by this confession, but he still had questions that needed answers. "I'm flattered Commander Soundwave. Truly I am, but what are you trying to protect me from? Discipline? New assignments off the ship?"

"Negative." Soundwave's EM field suddenly spiked. "Megatron's intent: Believed to be…. Immoral. Not something CA-591-AN deserves."

"Not what I deserve? What do you mean Commander? Are you saying I am going to be disciplined, but unjustly? I know I didn't do anything wrong, but if Megatron gives anyone an order personally it has to followed or-."

"NEGETIVE." The energy between the two mechs crackled aggressively, and Soundwave lunged forward to grip Cass's shoulders. Cass was only slightly shorter then Soundwave, but the way the telepath's glass visor loomed over him, Cass may as well have been five feet tall. "Vehicon CA-591-AN: Too young for intended treatment. Too pure. Too innocent. New orders: Still stands. Find new Vehicon to take CA-591-AN's place. Non-negotiable."

"Commander Soundwave," Cass looked back up at his superior with empathy, "I can't. Lord Megatron is expecting me. There are no other Vehicon on the ship that looks like me. Not just by height, but Megatron has also seen my faceplate. What if he asks the Vehicon that hypothetically replaces me to take off his mask? That wouldn't end well for him, me, or inevitably you Commander."

Soundwave bowed his helm a second time and lost complete control of his EM field. He was disappointed and hurt. This was not the outcome he was hoping for and he was angry at himself for letting his emotions get the better of himself. Soundwave had always carried himself on logic and a large part of him knew that this attempt to detour the young model was never going to work. He felt defeated for the first time in nearly four million years. Showing his reluctant surrender, Soundwave placed his fore-helm in the crook of Cass's neck and shoulder. He wasn't sure what possessed him, but he went a little further with his physical advances and he embraced the very befuddled Vehicon.

"Commander," Cass decided to return the gesture and hugged Soundwave back, "I'm honored, but also very surprised. No one is more loyal to Lord Megatron then you. Why would you go through all of this just for my sake? I'm just a lowly drone with no status. I—"

"Correction." Soundwave interrupted him. "All Decepticons worthy of equality. Not based on status. Based on actions. Vehicon CA-591-AN: Hard worker. Kind spark. Loyal soldier. Worthy of protection." Soundwave's grip tightened gently around Cass. He somehow convinced himself that if they both stayed quiet and still long enough then the young mech wouldn't have to leave. If he didn't have to leave, then he wouldn't have to go Megatron's quarters. He would just stay there with him. Safe and untouched. But reality on the warship Nemesis was not a kind one, and the communications officer knew that Cass couldn't stay with him forever. And the young model was right. Soundwave was still very loyal to the Decepticon cause, and to his leader. He could never truly go against Megatron's orders, no matter how extreme they maybe.

"Query." He finally spoke while he stepped away from Cass. "What is designated time of summons?"

"He wanted me to see him by the end of the hour." Cass answered as confident as he could. "I have to be at his quarters before the remaining ten minutes has passed."

Soundwave barely looked back up from his struts while he walked around the young model. He stopped about two steps away, and with his back facing Cass he spoke one last time.

"Request: See Knockout after meeting with Lord Megatron. Soundwave: Will announce Vehicon's presence beforehand. Vehicon CA-591-AN: Can you comply?"

"You want me to see the high rank medic?" Cass really didn't understand what was happening. Maybe he was going to be disciplined, but worst then what he was expecting. "If I get injured, I can just see the group of double digits Vehicons for repairs."

"Nonnegotiable." Again, Soundwave tried to come off stern. "Vehicon CA-591-AN: Will see medical officer Knockout. Please comply."

Cass began to feel a little guilty. Soundwave was going through a lot of trouble on his behalf and all he was doing was rebuffing the kind telepath. So, he surrendered and nodded respectfully. "If it putts your processor at ease Commander then yes, I will comply."

Soundwave stood in the gap of silence between the two mechs. It was his version of sighing in relief. "Dismissed." He uttered through his EM field and walked away quietly.

"Good night Commander Soundwave." Cass bowed to his superior before he also walked away in the opposite direction.

Cass reached Megatron's quarters with three minutes to spare. He was more nervous than before, now that he had finally arrived as promised to the warlord's den. The brave Vehicon took a deep ventilated intake, and with a shaking servo pushed the intercom button.

"Who is it?" Megatron's voice boomed through the speaker, and even though Cass was expecting to hear him, it still threw him off guard a little.

"Uh…. I-it's Vehicon Ca-Caspian, M' Lord…." He stuttered. "I have arrived as you ordered."

"Very good." Megatron praised him mildly. "Wait for the doors to open, then let yourself in. I'll be waiting for you in the backroom to your left."

"Yes, Lord Megatron." The young model responded just as the doors hissed open in front of him. Cautiously he stepped inside. He jolted when the doors snapped shut behind him, as if they were blocking his escape rather than just closing on automatic curtesy. With nowhere else to go but forward Cass encouraged himself to venture over to the room where Megatron was waiting for him.

Clearly the first room he walked through was a living area. It was dark, but he could clearly see a low den with an assortment of chairs and a couch surrounding a low-end table. Above the den were neatly lined shelves filled with data pads and a few hand written Cybertronian documents. Adjacent from all of that was a small, yet impressive computer station that was clearly locked with elaborate Decepticon firewalls, and everywhere the Vehicon turned his helm he saw more and more fancy and rare objects. Objects that he never thought he would ever gaze upon in his entire function. He was created millions of years after Cybertron went dark. He had heard stories about artifacts and paintings that had existed before the war and how some of them may have survived. Nobody ever told them that Megatron had possessed any of them. For a while Cass was enchanted by the (to him) foreign decorations. He had never seen anything so intriguing and somehow, familiar.

"Do not keep me waiting, Vehicon!" Megatron bellowed from the room, scaring the poor Vehicon so much he nearly ran into a decretive vase.

"Yes M' Lord!" He scrambled to his pedes and practically sprinted into the adjacent room. "S-sorry I kept you waiting!"

Cass bowed timidly and waited for his master to address him, but before the Vehicon could stand up right to face his master another set of doors swung closed behind him. If Cass wasn't afraid before he came into the first room, he was now without a doubt terrified. He was along. Along a in room with the tyrannical warlord Megatron. A room that Cass had immediately identified as a berth-room. Fear aside, he was still confused. The sweet minded drone still had no idea what was happening, and worst of all he didn't know what else to do besides back up fearfully against the wall. Megatron watched him from the across the room and chuckled. He didn't take long to close the gap between the two of them, and he loomed over the drone for the second time that night.

"Be still Vehicon." He whispered over Cass's audios. "You have a long night ahead of you."

"Permission to speak freely M' Lord?" Cass froze in place as Megatron reached up to unhook his mask for him this time.

"Granted." The warlord answered, sliding Cass's visor off and tossing it aside carelessly.

"I…." Cass could barely concentrate on his vocals when he felt Megatron's servo graze the side of his face, his thumb caressing the jawline. "Why have I been summoned M' Lord? Have I done anything to displease you?"

"You don't know why I have ordered you here?" The warlord thought Cass was perhaps playing a game. Not entirely in a bad enough mood, he decided to play along. "Well, not too long ago tonight I had a run in with an Autobot. We fought, and it ended in a draw." He drew himself closer to the now shivering Vehicon, wrapping his free servo behind Cass's waist and grinding their pelvic plating together. "But when it was all over, I was still for a lack of a better word, riled up, and I need some help releasing the extra energy I have built up inside me."

"M' Lord?!" Cass gasped as Megatron's ministrations gradually became more aggressive. "Wha!? How is this going to take away your extra energy-? Mm!"

The warlord was moving fast. He was done talking and made that very clear by engulfing his lip plates over Cass's, wasting no time slipping his glossa inside the Vehicon's oral cavity. The young model had never been kissed before, and he struggled helplessly against the stone walled tyrant. Megatron ignored his protest and continued to dip his glossa up and down. Occasionally he would suck on Cass's glossa or nip at his bottom derma. When he broke the kiss to trail his mouth down the smaller mech's neck cables, Cass took the opportunity to speak his fears.

"Mm! My…. M' Lord!" He cried out. "What… What are you doing to me?!"

"What do you think I'm doing to you?" Megatron enticed a seemingly thrilled moan from the drone when he lightly bit a sensitive cable.

"Ah!" Cass clutched at the silver mech's chest. "I-I don't know M' Lord! Are you trying to devour me?"

With eagerness, Megatron lifted Cass's legs around his hips, and he began to kiss him again. He swung the lithe Vehicon around and threw him onto the large berth behind them. Cass screamed into his master's mouth from shock, feeling the warlord lie on top of him between his legs. "You could say something like that." Megatron grinned sinisterly and once again made his way down Cass's neck and shoulders.

The young mech was horrified. Is this what Soundwave was trying to warn him about? Is this why his friends were so worried about Megatron giving him so much attention? He was now beginning to panic. Desperate, he clung to Megatron's shoulders for purchase and screamed. "No! No please M' Lord! Don't eat me!"

Megatron stopped in his tracks. Slowly he lifted his helm to meet the Vehicon's gaze. His expression was without a doubt questionable. "Are you serious?"

Optical fluid streaked down Cass's faceplate and he covered his dermas defensively with his servos. He shivered, and his vocals hitched on quickened vents of air.

"Oh…." Megatron smiled in realization. "Have you never been touched?"

"N-not like this…." Cass whimpered.

"Heh! Heh! No. I mean, have you never interfaced before?"

"I…." The younger model relaxed a little as Megatron gently caressed his shoulders reassuringly. "I'm not sure. What does that mean?"

No words. Megatron literally had no words. It took a lot to shock the former gladiator, and almost nothing could metaphorically throw him of his pedes anymore. During his long function he thought he had seen and heard it all, but this undoubtedly was the most unexpected thing he had ever experienced. He had been with Decepticons, drones, and even a couple of Autobots that had never interfaced before, but at least they all knew what interfacing was.

"Really…?" He finally said almost amused. "Shockwave never talked to you about interfacing? About how we procreate?"

"Procreate?" Cass tilted his helm to the side. "I don't think so. I mean, he probably didn't have the time too. I was shipped out for my first mission ten years after I was created."

"And none of the other drones bothered taking responsibility for explaining the 'bots and the insecticons' to you?"

"Um…." Megatron watched as the young Vehicon drew into himself, trying to make himself look smaller. "That phrase does sound familiar, but whenever anyone brought it up around me my brethren would cover my audios. Like they were trying to protect me from something."

"You never questioned this?" The warlord raised an optic ridge. "Not once?"

"No." Cass shrugged. "My brothers had always watched out for my wellbeing. There were times I thought they were being over protective, but they never brought any harm to me."

"Why were they so protective of you?"

"I don't know for sure M' Lord." Slowly Cass began to untense. "I was just the same as my brothers. I never thought I was anything special, but I can honestly say I owe my entire function too them." He went quite for moment, and Megatron stared at him with a surprising amount of patience. "I'm the only Vehicon of my model left. I miss them all terribly."

The rubbing on his shoulder slowed to a halt, and Megatron just stared at Cass in ample fascination. It was rare enough to find a virgin during the Cybertronian war, but to find someone whom didn't know anything about interfacing entirely. What was there to make of it? He was a virgin…. That didn't know he was a virgin, and he was just oblivious to it. Megatron deliberated on this unconventional event in front of him, and to his amazement he found himself totally charmed by Cass's complete innocence. Most of the time the warlord would find such ignorance to be an obnoxious nuisance. Yet this Vehicon had caught Megatron's attention positively from the way he curled timidly under his master…. And it aroused the tyrant immensely.

Again, he leaned into Cass's neck cables and gently started kissing down and across his purple chassis.

"Ah!" The younger model flinched. "What are you-?"

"Shhh…" Megatron hushed the frightened Vehicon, placing his servo softly over the young, lithe torso.

"I'm not going to eat you." He chortled. "I'm just going to give you a very interesting hands on lesson." Soon his servo trialed further down Cass's frame all the way to his cod-piece. He palmed the sensitive metal and watched the Vehicon writher under the new sensation. "Now, can you tell me what I have my servo over?"

"Th-that… Hah… That is my…" Cass's cooling vents clicked on. The heat radiating from his body strained on his intakes and he breathlessly tried to answer his master.

"Do you not know?" Megatron did all he could to restrain himself from ravishing the young Vehicon right there. His voice was intoxicating and his sensitivity to the warlords' touch made it harder and harder to control himself. "This is your interfacing panel." He whispered. "It has two separate cover sections. One section houses your spike and the bottom section houses your valve."

The warlord let go of the panel, so he could slide further down Cass's frame. He rested his helm between the Vehicons' legs, and then placed his servo over the other side of Cass's thigh. He reached around the thin strut and started to dip and tease his digits in the seams exposed under the panel. "Right now, I'm going to try and entice your spike panel to open, and when that happens…." He stopped to lick the hot metal, enjoying the way Cass shuttered in response. "I will make you call out my name in ecstasy."

"M-M' Lord? Ah!" Cass closed his optics tightly and threw his helm back. New feelings and sensations swept over his body as Megatron pinched wires and nipped at thin metal. He couldn't control his struts from shaking, and his processor told him to close his legs, but for some reason he found himself widening them. Giving Megatron more room to poke and prod him at the warlord's leisure. Cass moaned shamefully and arched his back off the berth. Megatron growled in approval, his groan vibrating along Cass's panel and sending him more waves of unidentified pleasure.

"You're more resilient then I thought." The warlord growled louder. "Most drones would've given in by now and-." He was interrupted by the clicking sound of Cass's spike cover sliding open. It was the first time his spike was exposed by someone else, so he didn't even know it had happened. Not until Megatron encouraged him to sit up.

"Take a look Caspian." His exhaust lingered on the young model's growing member. "Tell me, have you ever seen your own spike fully pressurized?"

"No…." Cass shook his helm, too embarrassed to say or do much else. As he glanced down through half glazed optics, he saw Megatron looking back at him. He stared at him like a starving wild animal, and for a moment he feared his master would try eating him again.

"I'm actually surprised by its size." Megatron touched it lightly, earning another soft moan from the Vehicon. "You're so small. I didn't think you would really have this much length."

"Neither did I," Cass heaved, "but I…. I don't really know anyone to compare myself too. So, I'll have to take your word for it, M' Lord."

"You haven't even seen another mech's spike?" Dumb question and Megatron knew it, but it was too late to take it back. Of course, he felt less like a boob when Cass fallowed it up with his own dumb question.

"Does this mean I will see your spike as well?"

The warlord just continued to grin at him. "Give it time."

He lowered his helm back between Cass's legs and licked the base of his spike. "First, I'm going to give you all of my attention here. Feel honored, for I almost never do this for a berth-mate." Before Cass could ask Megatron what he was going to do to him, the warlord engulfed his dermas around the head of his spike.

Cass arched upward again and fell back onto berth harshly. His optics flashed in apprehension while he covered his lip-plates. He squealed in between his digits and bucked his hips into Megatron's mouth. The tyrant above his waist groaned and slowly started to swallow the throbbing length. His servos trailed over Cass's hips and thighs, teasing the wiring between open seams. He swirled his glossa and bobbed his head, being careful not to accidently scrape his sharp denta against the spike and listened attentively to the way Cass panted and mewled. The smaller mech shivered under the warlord wantonly. The more Megatron moved the higher the heat rose in abdomen, which the neural system in his frame told him was right, but his processor flashed multiple warnings of a system shutdown.

"Oh…. Mmn…. M'…. M' Lord….?" Cass heaved through Megatron's increasing pace. "Something…. Something is…. Happening…. I—AH!" Suddenly his entire frame tensed, and his processor flashed white. Cass had reached a peak of some kind and once he was pushed over the edge, he allowed himself to fall, feeling an obscure rush as he plummeted.

"LORD MEGATRON!" He cried for his master name as promised, and as he rode out the most amazing sense of ecstasy, he had ever experienced he slowly went limp. Cass stretched all the way out along the berth and convulsed under Megatron whom was still sucking and licking along the younger models pelvic lining.

Megatron eventually sat up right and settled on his knee-joints, still in between the Vehicon's legs. Cass's mind began to register his surroundings. He slowly tilted his helm to look up at Megatron, his chassis rising and falling in a welcomed sob. He watched his master with half open optics, while the warlord lapped at his fingers and lip-plates. There was a thick silvery liquid dripping from them, but Cass couldn't tell what it was. Pit, he didn't even know where it came from.

"So," Megatron spoke with his glossa partially hanging out, "can you tell me what just happened?"

"I…." Cass tried to sit up, but he still couldn't find any strength in his arms. "I don't…. I don't know M' Lord. I th-thought I was going to…. Explode…." He tilted his helm curiously. "Did I explode?"

Megatron laughed and small amounts of the silver liquid dribbled down his jawline. "Not quite. You just experienced your first overload. It can feel like you're about to explode at first because beforehand you have to build up a charge first."

"An overload?" The drone murmured. "Are you suppose to feel so tired after and overload?"

"That's normal, yes." Megatron answered while he pulled Cass further down the berth. He lifted the miniscule purple hips over his lap and rested his servo over Cass's valve plating. "But I'm afraid I can't let you rest yet. As I said before Caspian." He bent forward, curving his lip-plates into a sinuous smirk. He licked the shivering Vehicon's audio fin and whispered hotly, "You've got a long night ahead of you."

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