Hi! Because of the snow outside it looks like I had more time on hands to write the I first thought. Even grownups get a snow day every now and again. Only with less snowball fights and more shoveling… Woo-Hoo! Sorry this one is another short one, and there's not a lot of plot of development. But plenty of smut…

Some people may have already noticed that I have put up a cover page for MERCY, and I'm sorry it is such poor quality. I drew the picture myself, but my scanner took a shit a couple days ago, so I had to take a photo of it off my cell phone. I am really bad at drawing Transformers, but I thought I'd give anyone who was curious what imagined Cass looked like. Feel free to tell me what you think… If you see. For some reason it's not showing up through my app. I don't know why.

Special shout outs to: CreepyLolita and Cao dreams in books. To CreepyLolita, thanks for making me smile. Wish I had a riddle for you, but I can't really think of one off-hand. I might come up with something next time. To Cao dreams in books, don't panic! Just keep reading, you'll find out what happens to Cass. And yeah it is kind of Starscream's fault Laserbeak cracked her haul, but the reason Soundwave was so mad was because the seeker was so insensitive. He never even realized the symbiote was hurt at all. I probably would've tried beating him to if I had the chance… Or had the same height and weight class to try. XP

Also to Guest, I'll be getting to the Autobots soon, but I'm afraid I started the plot after Cliff had died. Sorry… I don't know if I can fit him.

WARNINGS: If you are not into yaoi, slash, or mech preg, please do not read then try giving me a hard time in the comments and reviews. You were warned on the opening tab, and you are being warned just now. So, if I'm not your cup of tea that's perfectly alright, but please don't be shitty about it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any stocks, trades, or licensing from the Transformers franchise. All rights are reserved for HASBRO entertainment.

MERCY

Chapter 14

Bitter Sweet

Starscream sauntered confidently into the throne room, and Soundwave strolled behind him casually. Megatron hardly acknowledged the two of them and didn't bother greeting either of them. This was rather common place for the seeker, so he didn't wait for confirmation of his presence.

"Lord Megatron." He stood tall. "I fear Breakdown has gone missing."

"The Autobots?" The warlord questioned his second in command without budging from where he stood, stonewalled and impassive.

"According to surveillance provided by the astonishingly accurate Soundwave…" Starscream bowed as he gestured elegantly to the silent mech behind him, whom was just as expressionless as his master. "Breakdown was abducted by humans."

"Your point?" Megatron responded still facing away with little worry in his voice.

However, the seeker had plenty of energy to express his overly dramatic concern for his lost comrade. "My strongest recommendation! We assemble a rescue team to hunt the vermin responsible for this outrage!"

"… Breakdown is on his own…" The tyrant's decree was followed by a smooth slinking sound. It didn't go unnoticed by Starscream, but he wasn't entirely sure if he wanted to address it.

"Um… Master?" His question was still directed at the topic of Breakdown's rescue. Of course he did lean to his side, believing the sound was coming from the other side of Megatron's large form. He stopped when the warlord again answered with an eerily casual tone.

"If Breakdown allowed himself to be captured by those smaller then him… Weaker then him… He deserves whatever fate awaits him."

"But…!" Starscream stuttered and slightly stammered forward. "Breakdown is a key player in our—." He ceased all movement when his master scowled angerly over his shoulder. The larger mech's optics emanated a fluid rush of violent ferocity both daring the seeker to step closer, but also warning him of the consequences if he tried.

The second in command cowered away, which was his most common reaction. "Your wisdom reigns supreme, Lord Megatron…" As he walked away, he snarled quietly under his breath. "For now…"

The third in command stepped to one side and allowed Starscream to leave the room first. He lingered after the seeker had left, but before he took his first step to follow suit, Megatron stopped him and gave him an order.

"Soundwave. Be sure to keep an optic on my first lieutenant. Make sure he keeps to his word and stays put." As the warlord gave his command the faceless mech leered his helm to the end of the room. Tucked under the rim of a holo-screen stand there was the edge of a small battle visor. It was just barely visible, but Soundwave could see it. He knew it was there and he knew what that meant… And once again he was powerless to do anything about it.

"Affirmative. Lord Megatron." His telepathic message was received with an edge of static before he left the room, finally following Starscream into the hall. Leaving the tyrant alone with Cass.

"They are gone now." Megatron quirked his smile. "You can put your legs down if you like."

With an exaggerated sigh, Cass gasped aggressively. He threw his helm back with his optics closed tight. Small beads of tears flew above him as he choked through his held in vents of air. He held his arms across his chassis and his knees firmly nobbled together. The small drone laid back coughing and shaking in relief. His legs slowly slid off the edge of the console, offering Megatron a full view of Cass's exposed interfacing equipment. The entire time the warlord was addressing his highest officers, he was caressing and teasing the smaller mech. It was thrilling to watch Cass struggle to keep his voice down. His faceplate heated and lit up in a blue haze, and he clenched his dental plates while occasionally biting his bottom derma. His entire frame shivered in trepidation, but he still arched into his master's servos, desperately chasing the feeling of electricity running through his body. Cass tried to hold back his eagerness, but Megatron had found a very sensitive cable under the drone's pelvic armor. Once the tyrant pinched and rolled it between his digits, the Vehicon's spike plating slid open with ease.

"My, my… You are this aroused already?" Megatron chortled as he leaned in closer. "Were you hoping we would be caught? Did this somehow thrill you?"

"No…!" Cass pulled away when his master reached out to touch his faceplate. He was mortified beyond belief, and he just couldn't understand what had just happened. "Why…?" He wept softly. "Why did… Why would you let him in? Why did you…?"

"Consider this your punishment." The silver mech growled, but not threateningly. "A penitence for the promise you broke."

"M-M' Lord… I—Ah!" The young model cried out when Megatron palmed over his spike, kneading the half erect member and trying to encourage it to harden.

"You know what I find interesting?" Megatron was finally allowed close enough to kiss Cass's fore-helm, and he did so with tender intentions. "Starscream said that Breakdown was captured by humans, but you had failed to mention that."

"I… Ohhhh… I didn't mean to… Withhold information… It… It just slipped my—. Hah!" Cass tried to explain himself quickly, fearing he might have to endure more punishment. He truly did not intend to leave out the intel about MECH. He had forgotten as soon as Megatron placed his servos on him. The drone mewled as he stretched further across the console and he tried to collect his thoughts. He wanted to clarify his mistake before anything else escalated further. But honestly Megatron didn't care. He was too busy satisfying his own desires.

"Frag it… I don't really give a scrap." The warlord mumbled as he licked the tears from Cass's cheeks. His ministrations were on the verge of becoming more enthusiastic until he was struck with a mischievous thought. "I think I have an idea of my own to share with you."

"M' Lord…?" The young model blinked curiously as Megatron reached over his helm and flipped a switch. There was a mechanical clunking sound coming from the center of the room, and suddenly a circular portion of the floor split apart. A brief moment of sounds and vibrations clambered throughout the room before a large silver chair rose from the opening. It was the throne… Megatron's throne. No one has seen the warlord's seat of power for almost a century. It was never clear why, but Cass had theorized that there was no point in using it. Not if their leader didn't allow anyone in the room without first being permitted. So why was he bringing it out now?

"Can you stand?" Megatron asked, lifting the drone into a sitting position.

"I… Yes. I think so…" The Vehicon stood. His legs quivered and nearly buckled as he tried to take a step forward, but the larger mech was careful as he slowly walked back towards the throne. His gaze never left his lover's optics and his arms wrapped around the drone's small waist. When they reached the throne Megatron briefly let go of the drone so he could sit first. However, Cass hesitated in front of the warlord. Surely he was not suggesting Cass join him and seat himself over Megatron's lap? As a drone, Cass was hardly allowed to stand so close to his master's seat of power, and to sit in it was basically a sin. Even if given permission it just seemed too taboo, but Megatron was insistent, and he beckoned the young mech closer.

"Join me, Caspian." He grinned.

"Uh… Upon your throne M' Lord?" Cass shifted uncomfortably as he tried to cover his spike with his servo, still embarrassed he allowed himself to be exposed so quickly.

"Yes…" Megatron had been patient long enough and he grabbed one of the drone's wrists. He gently pulled Cass over his lap, directing the Vehicon's thin struts on opposite sides of his waist. His legs cradled the warlord's hips and his spike brushed against Megatron's silver pelvic plating.

"Ah-hah!" Cass couldn't contain his arousal. He quickly grasped his servos over his master's shoulders for purchase and arched his back eagerly waiting for more friction. "M' Lord… Please…"

The drone's enthusiasm surprised the tyrant, but he was more than happy to oblige his lithe lover. One large servo snaked around Cass's back and the other grazed his spike teasingly. "Be patient, Caspian…" The tyrant whispered sultry words into the Vehicon's audio receptor. "I have not finished giving you the details of my plan."

Megatron finally allowed his own spike paneling to slide open, and his large spike pressurized slowly along the underside of Cass's own member. This made the young model tremble in unidentified delight.

"Primus!" He shocked himself with his blasphemy. Cass had never called out the creator's name so openly and he properly felt ashamed. He lightly bit his digit and buried his helm into his lord's broad chassis, but his hips involuntarily circled against Megatron's much larger spike.

"Mm… That feels very pleasant." The warlord purred while he stroked his lover's back. "Do you want me to show you how to feel more pleasure like this?"

The only response was a soft moan and a gentle grasping over the warlord's shoulder. Cass couldn't say anything, fearing he might say something embarrassing again, but that was alright. Megatron didn't need the Vehicon's voice for what he had in mind. "Give me your servo." He took the small limb resting on his shoulder and placed it between their frames. He easily manipulated Cass's digits around both of their spikes and lightly gestured the servo to move up and down. Pre-transfluid seeped over both mech's spikes, making it easier to move their servos. Cass couldn't hold back his appreciative whimper, enjoying the feel of both his and his lord's servo pleasing each other so fondly.

"L-Lord Megatron…" The small mech finally spoke. "I feel… Like I'm going to fall again…"

"Do you mean you're about to overload?" Megatron asked, finally piecing together what Cass meant the first time they interfaced. He could understand how the young model could feel a little nervous about the building feeling of a climax. In a way it did somewhat feel like falling after climbing high enough to tumble over an edge, and the drone confirmed his claim when he nearly overloaded in front the warlord.

"AHH!" Cass snapped his helm upward, but his spike still stood erect. A decent amount of transfluid drizzled over and between their digits, and Megatron felt the irresistible need to bury himself into his lover's valve. But with an edge of pain on his whim, he restrained himself. It had still been a very short time since he broke Cass's seal, and he still didn't want to accidently hurt the small drone. So valve play was going to have to be placed on the back burner for now, and he concentrated on pleasing each other in other ways. He slowed the pace of his servo and began to tenderly kiss Cass's lip-plates.

"Can you hold back a little longer?" He asked with heavy kisses. "I want to fall with you."

"Mmm… I don't know…" The young mech kissed Megatron in return. "I will try… But I d-don't know how much longer I will last…"

"Don't worry about that." The warlord admitted. "Honestly, I have been thinking of you all day. I don't think I'm that far behind you, now that you are finally back in my arms."

"Ah-hah! M' Lord!" Cass withered in Megatron's embrace as the larger mech licked and nipped his way down the sweet drone's neck cables. He lingered on a wire he knew was tender; circling his glossa intently. "I-I don't think I can hold on any longer! Ah! Lord Megatron!"

"It's alright." Megatron growled into the nape of his lover's shoulders. "I will catch you… Go ahead…" He increased the pace of his servo on their spikes while gently squeezing the tip of Cass's. "Overload for me Caspian."

"LORD MEGATRON!" The overheated Vehicon obeyed his master, and his release was so intense he bucked his hips instinctively into his and Megatron's servos. His vents hitched from over cycling air and he panted desperately with a wide-open oral cavity. "P-please… Hold on to me… Hah!"

"I have you." The tyrant promised before he engulfed his lip-plates over Cass's and helped the small shaking mech ride every wave of his orgasm out to its last jolt of electricity. He sucked the drone's glossa and circled his own with desire. Cass moaned greedily and excepted everything his master offered him so his overload could last longer. Eventually the poor young model fell limp against the warlord, too exhausted to even look up at Megatron properly. His optics fluttered uncontrollably as his chest heaved heavily.

Reality crept back into his processor slowly and he smiled warmly, noticing Megatron had been caressing the back of his helm the entire time. Cass returned the gesture and nuzzled his faceplate against his lord's chest, but he soon noticed the larger mech still had an erection. "M' Lord?" He questioned groggily. "You haven't overloaded?"

With a large shark like grin Megatron lifted his servo from between them and licked his digits clean of the Vehicon's trans-fluid. "Mm…" He hummed delightfully. "I have no complaints."

Cass rested his chin flat up the silver mech's chassis and tipped his helm curiously, watching Megatron suck and lick his digits eagerly. He looked like he was enjoying himself, but he couldn't really understand why. He wasn't sure if he really wanted to ask, but part of him just couldn't ignore his curiosity. "Does trans-fluid taste pleasant, M' Lord?"

Megatron nearly spat the silvery liquid on Cass's face, but he chuckled instead. "Amazing…" He smiled and lovingly clasped both his servos around his helm. "You really are amazing."

"I am, M' Lord?" The drone furled his optic ridges. "What is so amazing about me?"

The warlord rested his fore-helm against the beautiful drones' and sighed partially frustrated, but mostly in amusement. "That you are still so innocent…" He laughed a little more at the expression on his lover's face. Those gorgeous optics wide and colors spinning inquisitively, his metallic cheeks still blushing blue, his lip-plates parting with a slight pout… Lovely. Cass was just lovely and precious in every way to Megatron, and he wanted him for himself exclusively. In fact, the warlord was just about to tell his lover he wanted to make the small drone his berth-mate, but Cass had slipped out of his lap. Megatron watched the drone puzzled by his behavior. Soon he was on his knees and staring at his master's spike. Cass gulped at its girth and length, but he leaned forward to gently touch the head in a testing manner.

"Hm…" Megatron groaned. "Caspian? What are you doing?"

"I… I feel guilty that you haven't found release yet M' Lord." The young model lowered his helm timidly. "If you will allow me… I would like to at least try to please you?"

"Really?" This peaked the tyrant's interest. "Do you even know how you would do that?"

"Well…" Cass pulled himself over the seat of the throne and rested his elbow-joints between the inside of Megatron's thighs. He was now eye level with the throbbing member, and he swallowed hard as he felt the heat radiating from it. "I thought I would try using my oral cavity… Like you had done for me before."

Megatron huffed with a new heightened arousal and his spike twitched at the thought of the smaller mech trying to fit the entirety of himself in Cass's tiny mouth. It was too enticing to pass up, so he nodded with his optics closed in delight. "If you wish to try, you have my permission. Just try not to do more than you think you can't handle."

The young model was still nervous, but he was determined to follow through with his promise. Before he reached out for his master's spike, he glanced at Megatron and innocently asked, "Will you instruct me?"

"Very well," the eager silver mech didn't hesitate, "start with your servos. Run them along the length from base to tip, and gently add pressure as you do so."

"Um… Like this?" Cass obliged the instructions he was given, and he stroked his servos up and down the spike. The member was so thick the drone could hardly fit one servo around it, so he didn't have much choice but to use them both. He worried because of his small hands he wouldn't be able to satisfy his lord properly, but to his astonishment Megatron moaned.

"Yes… That is good." The tyrant's engines began to rumble, and he grabbed his arm rests with enthusiasm. "Now, do the same thing with your dermas. Lightly drag them from the base to the tip, and when you feel you are ready, feel free to wrap your oral cavity around the head."

"Yes M' Lord." The Vehicon replied shyly, but once again did as he was told. As he lightly kissed and nipped the spike, he received very positive signs from the larger mech that he was doing everything correctly. This gave him enough confidence to try licking the underside of the spike and he was rewarded with an unexpected gasp.

"Oh!" Megatron gripped his arm rests intensely. Restraining himself from thrusting his waist forward. "Good…! That was very good…!" He heaved and even shook slightly. Cass's sudden boldness was very surprising, but he lulled his helm back trusting the young model to continue precisely. At least until he felt something sharp graze the top of his sensitive equipment.

"Ack! Hold it!" He tensed, and Cass instantly pulled his helm away.

"I-I'm sorry!" The nervous drone stammered. "Did I do something wrong?!"

"Yes, but that was my fault." The warlord heaved a relieved sigh. The pain had already dissipated, and he even found his mistake to be a little comical on his part. "I just forgot to mention… You need to be careful with your dental plates."

"Oh…" Cass blinked. "That makes sense. I am very sorry M' Lord. Do you want me to stop?"

"Pit no." Megatron stated sternly. "I'm at the point where I don't just want relief, I need it… I need you."

"Really?" The young model blushed from feeling so flattered.

"Believe me… Really." The silver mech sighed again and waited for his lover to try again. He was very delighted when he felt Cass's tight oral cavity devotedly devour the head of his spike again. Megatron truly believed in heaven now, because he felt like he had arrived there that minute. For his first-time giving head, Cass was doing a very decent job. Probably because he was just so eager to please, but when he tried to swallow more of his master's length he choked.

"Slowly Caspian." Megatron ordered out of concern. "You don't have to rush or take more than you can handle. Just work your servos over what you can't… Ah…" He didn't have to finish his last instruction. Cass went right back to work using his oral cavity, glossa, and servos in unison. Finally finding a rhythm he was comfortable with, and he knew it was the right pattern when Megatron started to circle his hips and growled blissfully.

"Oh yes…" The tyrant grabbed his armrests harder and his cooling vents whirled excitedly. "I'm getting very close Caspian… Get ready to pull away…"

A soft moan was Cass's only reply, and that was Megatron's down fall. The vibrations from the young model's vocals felt so good, the warlord barely had time to warn Cass of his pending overload. His trans-fluid rushed into the drone's mouth so quickly he didn't have enough time to react. None of the fluid was properly swallowed, and he gagged and coughed violently when he pulled back. Megatron was still climaxing when he did, so a decent amount of the fluid laced across the young model's faceplate.

When it was all over, Megatron was spent and, to his amazement, was shaking as he bent over the throne. As his processor slowly registered any clarity, he noticed Cass was still coughing.

"Caspian?" He reached for his lover. "Are you alright? I am sorry I didn't warn you properly."

"No…" Cass started to wipe the thick liquid off his faceplate. "I'm okay… I was just surprised… Did I please you correctly M' Lord?"

Megatron quickly pulled the Vehicon back onto his lap and cradled Cass in his arms tenderly. "No one has ever satisfied me the way you have." He nuzzled him briefly until a question crossed his mind. "So, how does trans-fluid taste to you?"

"Ugh…" Cass grimaced. "It is rather… Bitter."

"Ha! Ha!" The tyrant chortled. "I guess it is an acquired taste, or it just varies from different mechs?"

"What makes you say that? Ah!" The smaller mech asked while Megatron leaned in closer to bite Cass's jawline.

"Because I find you delicious."

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