Hi everybody! Again another long time making this chapter and I do apologize, but you all managed to catch me in the middle of a mouse hunt. Good news is the little fluff and fold is no longer in my room… Bad news is, despite setting up a live trap for him, the little shit died any way. (Don't judge! It was an accident… Mostly…)

This months addition dives back into the collective workings of Cass Cuteness and The Tender Tyrant. Some bits of fluff with smut to follow. Enjoy!

Special shout outs too: Megatronus and Cao dreams in books. To the both of you: You two should team up and plot a fitting demise for Antaeus. I got a feeling the two of you would make one hell of a headwind. Also, don't cry for Soundwave. There are good things to come. (I honestly don't know why I'm picking on him so much lately. XD)

Remember, don't be afraid to comment and as questions in the reviews. I love to hear from my readers.

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.

Oh! Almost forgot again, special thanks to NekoNoKami23 for beta reading my chapters for me. It helps to have both insight and a second opinion.

MERCY

Chapter 28

"Happiness is a risk. If you're not a little scared, then you're not doing it right."

-Sarah Addison Allen, The Peach Keeper

Once again Cass had awoken before his Commander, their servos still entwined. The smaller mech slowly slipped away from this tender grasp as he sat up right on his own berth. If he hadn't had another dream during his stasis, he would have tried to convince himself that everything that happened before hand was all a long and frightening flux. An illusion brought on by too much stress and overexertion. Maybe if he closed his optics for a while, not for long, but the right amount of time to pass for a dream to end. Then, when he opened them everything would be back to normal. His friends would still be at work and occasionally ribbing him for being so small, he would still be assisting Commander Soundwave and that is what their relationship would be. Commander and assistant.

Of course, if things went back to normal, there was a high chance that Cass would never be as acquainted with Officer Knockout or Breakdown. The young model became very fond of the higher officials over time, and though he could not speak on behalf of the couple he had a strong feeling that these thoughts were mutual. It would be a shame to lose something that was developing into a strong friendship, but if this was all just a dream then their relation over time was just a fabrication form his processor.

It was for some part a rather pleasant illusion he had created for himself. Most drones wouldn't even bother creating such stories in their heads because they knew the positions of their social standings. Soundwave was the only superior that bothered giving a troop the time of day, and Cass had always been content with that.

So in the end it would not matter. All Cass needed to do next was open his optics, and it would all be gone from his mind. No stories of tragedy haunting his loved ones, no function threatening cave-ins, no rescue needed for Officer Breakdown, and no running into Megatron on the flight deck… Megatron.

That was one big piece of his alleged illusion he did not consider. The small mech pondered on why he left this issue to dwell on at the last minute. If anything, Megatron should've been at the forefront of his CPU. It was a fact that if Megatron had never spotted the Vehicon that night on the flight deck, none of this would be happening right now.

Cass could've opened his optics moments ago before he thought of his master and the actioned events that followed their first encounter. If he did it would all be just another flux, or for now he just conditioned himself to believe it would. But there lied the main question, one that Cass tried to ignore, but his Spark refused to let go. Was he really willing to make that sacrifice and forget his time with Megatron?

The answer should've been easy. Yes, he should forget, Megatron was a tyrannical warlord with a thirst for battle and confrontation. Cass had witnessed his violence firsthand and up close. Even if Megatron's disciplinary action towards Starscream was on Cass's behalf, it was still too much. It was clear to anyone that the Decepticon leader had no control over his anger, and if he was capable of nearly killing his second in command over spilt high grade… What would stop him from doing the same to Cass?

One question turned into three. Three questions turned into five. Soon, Cass realized he was never going to get the answers he needed. Not while hiding behind his optical shutters anyway.

"I need to see him…" he sighed quietly to himself. "One last time… If for nothing else… One last time…"

Cass was both disappointed and relieved when he finally opened his optics and saw that he was still in the med bay. Even though it meant everything that had actually happened, but it also meant he was still alive. Primus willing, now more than ever he needed to stay alive.

"Uhn!" He whimpered when he tried to move his legs off the berth, but quickly recovered himself. The hurt mech even covered his oral cavity in an attempt to stifle himself. If he was going to leave, he was going to do it alone. So he needed to be very careful not to wake his commander.

That was going to be easier said than done. His entire frame ached all over, but that was tolerable compared to the throbbing pain in his ped. Cass could barely remember what happened during the cave-in, but he didn't need to be a medic to point out that his ped had been crushed. Unfortunately, he was also aware of the reality of his injury. Not a lot of limbs heal properly if they require a booting.

His casting would prove to be his salvation at the moment. Without it he wouldn't be able to limp anywhere; never mind walking. Still, Cass searched the room for anything he could use for a cane or a crutch. Almost nothing came to mind as he darted his helm around the med bay. The little mech was about to give up when he noticed a long steel rod propped against a charging station. It appeared to be an actual medical cane. Officer Knockout must have brought it out of storage for him and left it there for when the young model woke up. Cass thought he must have placed it so far away because he didn't think the little drone would be going anywhere any time soon, intentional or not, it wasn't going to stop Cass from leaving.

His first obstacle was getting past Soundwave. Their berths were so close together the small mech hardly had room to slip between them. Before he tried however, he noticed there was one more obstacle he didn't take into account. A gentle tug on his forearm reminded him he was still attached to some monitoring equipment.

"Damn…" Cass mouthed his curse to himself. He couldn't just take off the lines himself. They were all connected to the computer mainframe, and if he did the sensors would trigger an emergency notification to Knockout's comm links. The Vehicon knew this because he helped Soundwave archive the information on the medical updates. So now he was stuck officially, and he couldn't hold back his depressed sigh. "Now what…?" He thought repeatedly. "Now what do I do…?"

"Caspian…" His master's voice rumbled for him from across the room. He was so distracted by his great escape plans; he didn't even hear the doors open and close. Cass was surprised to see his lord nonetheless but what shocked the young model was his automatic feeling he had when he met Megatron's worried gaze. For some reason he felt a rush of relief, and an unexpected flutter in his gut. He momentarily looked away from his master and placed his servo over his torso. The roundness of his black plating had grown, and it was bound to be noticeable to anyone. Including Megatron.

"You have come for us…" Cass whispered so softly Megatron almost didn't hear him, but he understood what the young model meant. Knockout must've spoken to him about his… Condition.

"Have you been waiting long?" Megatron stepped forward, but Cass stopped him by holding up his opposite servo.

"Shh…" He hushed. "Careful… Do not wake the Commander…"

The silver mech glanced at his unconscious third in command, then back to Cass with a common thought. "Can you come to me?"

To answer him, Cass lifted his arms and revealed all of the equipment and wires he was attached to and shook his helm. With his optics, he guided Megatron to the consul on the opposite side of the room. He wasn't sure if his master would know how to disconnect the sensory connection to monitoring system, and he was definitely not expecting the warlord to walk up to the computer. Then with very little effort he accessed the vitals file, and virtually with a flick of his wrist, Megatron disconnected the sensors. He nodded to Cass, indicating it was safe to take off the equipment. The smaller mech also nodded and slipped off multiple cords and cabling along his arms and chassis.

Very slowly, he stood on his one good ped and carefully pushed the berth Soundwave was still on a little forward. He noticed that one of his Commander's arm struts was hanging off the edge, so he picked it up, and patted the thin digits as he left the weak hand to rest on the recharging mech's chest. It was almost a compulsion to lean forward and kiss the top of Soundwave's helm. He didn't care what Megatron's reaction to this would be, he just knew he would later regret not doing it. "I will be back soon Commander… If I can even still call you that."

"Caspian…" Megatron stepped closer to Cass and held out his servo for the Vehicon to grasp, and seemingly not affected by his show of affection to another mech. "Do you still wish to leave with me? If that was your intent at all."

Again, Cass stood, but he twisted his frame behind him. He remembered the file drive Soundwave had given him before he passed out, but he dropped it somewhere on the floor. It was dark, so it was difficult to spot, but luckily, he was wrong about where it landed. It was still on his berth, and from the angle he was standing he was able to discreetly pick it up and slip it through a crevasse in his sub space.

"Yes M' Lord…" The Vehicon limped on his booted ped so he could face Megatron with certainty. He took hold the hand given to him and sighed; comforted by the warmth it provided. His master guided him away from the berths, but when he was merely a few steps away, he tripped on a twinge in his casting and fell against Megatron's front. The first thing he recognized was the stale yet subtle musk that was the air of the warlord's presence. The familiarity of it was very comforting and he put up no resistance when Megatron wrapped his arms around his back. Cass sighed with a heavy intake while he rested the side of his faceplate against the base of the larger mech's chest. His spark pulsed like a calmed beast, his usual growl slowing into a steady purr.

Megatron didn't know he would be so delighted to hold Cass once again. After he found out his lover was carrying, he nearly lost his scrap. For the life of him, he couldn't fathom how this could've happened. Cass was a drone and therefore shouldn't even have a gestation chamber to begin with. The thought of conception was never on the tyrant's mind when he invited the beautiful eyed Vehicon to his berth. But the universe had other plans for him, and after a long rest from an unplanned crash he had plenty of time to mull over how he truly felt about all of it. An heir to his throne. A Sparkling to continue his legacy. He shocked himself with how elated he was to have this knowledge, and that Cass was his Bearer made the situation even more pleasing.

"We have much to discuss…" He said softly and tilted his beautiful lover's helm to face him. Megatron kissed Cass tenderly before he scooped him up in his arms, causing the young model to mumble in surprise.

"M' Lord…!" Cass exclaimed as quietly as he could. His tiny digits slipped in between his and Megatron's lip-plates. "I can walk beside you if hand me that cane by the charging station. You don't need to carry—."

"Yes…" Megatron interrupted while continuing to kiss Cass through his delicate digits. "I need to carry you. I need to hold you… And know you are safe in my embrace." Slowly Megatron walked towards the bay doors and tucked his lover's helm against his chassis. "I want to keep you close because I fear I may lose you again… And I will do everything in my power to assure that I never frighten you away as I have done before." The doors closed behind them both and Cass listened to him lucidly as he swirled his digits over the silver plating, occasionally tracing over the Decepticon sigil in the center. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry I frightened you so much that I drove you away. I—…"

"Lord Megatron?" The violet mech grazed the side of Megatron's faceplate, now remembering the right way to coax the giant into silence. "May we discuss this more in your quarters? I will still be in your arms there after all, right?"

His master chuckled and kissed the palm Cass's lithe hand. "It's nonnegotiable…"

"As you wish M' Lord…"

Cass didn't realize he had fallen into recharge until he had awoken for the second time that day. Immediately he recognized the decor of Megatron's quarters and the rough yet gentle caress of his master's touch. He was a little surprised by how relaxed he was around Megatron at the moment. Their last encounter before the cave-in was anything but pleasant. The Vehicon told himself multiple times he would never allow himself anywhere near the tyrant again. He was desperate to completely erase any and all memory or thought of their time together. But none of it mattered now.

The way he rested over Megatron's lap and curled in his embrace made the little drone feel like everything was right in the universe. He was still a little fearful, but it was unbelievable relief to be with him. Cass didn't want this feeling to go away. He didn't want to shatter the shelter he formed around himself and his master, but Cass knew the tranquility would eventually cease. There was still, as the humans would say, the elephant in the room… Whatever an elephant is.

"Are you just going to just stare at the end of the room the rest of the night?" Megatron interrupted his thoughts and stroked the back his helm comfortingly.

"M' Lord…" Cass hummed and nuzzled closer to the broad frame in front of him. Reality was creeping up on him quickly and he didn't want to face it yet. It was childish, and perhaps selfish, but he couldn't help feeling so small. Smaller than ever was. "Please… Be still… Just a little longer…"

"We must speak." The warlord smiled and with his other servo, he caressed the outside of his lithe lover's thigh. "At least you must speak. You have been silent for too long, and I wish to hear your voice."

"I don't know where to start." The drone admitted while he took the servo on his legs and gently held onto it. "There is so much you must know… And I have so many questions."

"Perhaps we should start here." Megatron took both their hands and slid them over Cass's black plating. "I take it Knockout spoke to you about… Carrying."

"No… I found out through my dreams…"

The giant mech wasn't expecting to hear that. He tilted his helm back and quirked his optic ridges. "Your what?"

"I know how absurd it sounds, but it is true." Cass rubbed his torso over his lord's servo. The silver hand was so big it nearly palmed over the entirety of rounded plating, and it made the young model feel a little intimidated, but also a tad relaxed. However, he knew he would have to choose his words carefully. "I have been having a lot of strange fluxes lately. They started after…" He paused to bite his bottom derma and lightly blush. "After… We first interfaced…"

"Are you speaking of the nightmare you had after you had fallen asleep?" Megatron questioned and lightly squeezed the top of Cass's abdominal plating. "It was just a dream."

"It was about Officer Breakdown, and his obduction." Cass couldn't restrain his shutter as he recalled the horrible things Breakdown endured. "He went through such an awful trial. I literally saw everything through his optics… When he still had two of them anyway."

The silver mech snorted, but he understood right away that the mech in his lap didn't find it very funny. "Sorry…" He corrected himself and was given a slight grin to indicate forgiveness. Then Cass continued.

"After Officer Breakdown, I began to have a recurring dream about the cave-in, and the mech with green optics… It haunted me for a time. But after the cave-in I was visited by someone in my flux. I didn't know who because I could not clearly see… Him or her. I wasn't even aware I was in any trouble until this person reminded me, and told me to call out for the person I desired most in order to save myself… I… Knew in my Spark that I needed to call out for you."

"You desired me?" Megatron EM field lightly blustered with a sliver of pride.

"More than that M' Lord." Cass positioned himself to sit further upward so he could look straight into his master's gaze. "Before you came for me in the med bay, I had one more flux. The stranger appeared once more… Our little one." He shook his helm when he saw the look in Megatron's optics, and slightly groaned when he heard himself say this out loud. "I know! I know it sounds crazy and I can't explain why all of this is happening! I was frightened, horrified, confused, everything felt like the universe had crashed down on me! But… But when this stranger… This life inside of me told me I was carrying I was so…"

"Yes?" Stunned, but intrigued, Megatron leaned in closer to sweet drone when he briefly stopped speaking. "What? You were so what?"

Without warning, Cass closed the gap between them, and he kissed Megatron with eagerness. Briefly he grunted in pain when he shifted on his shoulder, but he wanted to be close to his lord and this unexpected source of comfort. So with his good arm he wrapped himself around Megatron's helm. This way if larger mech felt compelled to push him away Cass would have a chance to rebel and stay in place. He was delighted when Megatron pulled him in closer and even gently nibbled on his lip-plates.

"M' Lord…" Cass whispered. "I didn't know something I have never understood existed could make me so happy… I want this. More than anything my function, when I figured out everything so quickly, I knew instantly I wanted carry this life and bring it into the world!" Again he kissed Megatron some more while clinging to him for security as he poured his spark out. "Lord Megatron… I think I have fallen in love with you…"

"Does this confession please you?" The warlord asked rather to a matter of fact.

"It terrifies me." The small mech replied through a wavering vocalizer.

"Good…" Megatron carefully adjusted Cass in his lap. He was now facing away from his master and his leg struts were carefully placed over the larger struts beneath him. The young model hardly had enough time to mumble questionably, before it was overshadowed by a surprising moan. Megatron's servo slid over his interfacing panels and began teasing the seams. "Because I feel just as conflicted." He whispered into Cass's audio before he nipped the tip of the receptor. "I never felt fear so easily, even less so from of feelings of affection. I want to channel this fear… Into all efforts to protect you and keep you close to me."

"Hah!" Cass shivered. His master's… His lover's servo dipped his digits deeper into the seams of the quivering drone's valve covering. "M' Lord…! I—!"

"Shhh…" The giant mech swirled his glossa over Cass's audio, and was rewarded with more convulsions of pleasure. "I never believed in love at first sight… Love is a very rare emotion to share in the middle of a war, so when I first set sight on those beautiful, bright optics I was confused. I wasn't aware that I was experiencing love then because it had been so long since I felt this way for anyone."

"Oh!" Another nip to his audio receptor and a slip over his seems was all it took to open his covering. His valve was already slick, and Cass wasn't sure how to really feel about how quickly all of this escalated. This was the last thing on the young model's mind, but it suddenly felt right. He didn't even know how much he longed for Megatron's touch so much. It was right. I just felt so right, but it also worried him. He knew they were technically, not alone. "Lord Megatron…?"

"I feel your hesitation…" Megatron's dermas grazed the top of the smaller mech's helm. His engines rumbled while he carefully teased the outer lips of the tiny valve. The heat radiating off the equipment inviting him to slowly dip his large metallic fingers around the opening.

Cass still shivered and wrapped his arms over Megatrons' for purchase. His frame told him he needed this, but his processor still said the timing just wasn't right, but could he really stop this? Could he actually say no? Should he refuse his master?

"Do you wish for me to stop?" Again, the warlord caressed his opposite servo over Cass's black plating and tenderly kissed his helm randomly. "I understand if this is too overwhelming. I probably shouldn't have become so… Well, eager, but I have been thinking of you ever since I frightened you away."

The small mech didn't answer verbally but shivered and grasped his lover's servos to prevent him from pulling away. He moaned as the silver hand palmed over his anterior node, enticing his helm to lurch against Megatron's chassis. His optics were half open in a mixed haze of lust and embarrassment. Megatron stared at the thick blue blush above his parted dermas. He reached up to trace the tiny oral cavity and heaved heavily in an attempt to stifle his engines from growling. "Voice your protest soon, my treasure… For I cannot resist my needs any longer…"

"Then don't…" Cass's wispy voice invited his lord to move closer. "Don't resist… Maneuver past my fear and breakdown my walls of hesitation." His slim fingers reached further down the length of Megatron's arm. He placed his servo over the top of the lager hand on his valve, then moaned from the added pressure. "Mmmm… I… I wish to be claimed… I need the security of your affection. Please…"

"As you desire…" That was all he needed to hear. The large warlord devoured Cass's oral cavity whilst he inserted two digits inside his lover. The tight grip around his metallic fingers was clear evidence that it had been long time since the young model was first penetrated. Of course, the sudden intrusion didn't go unnoticed, and Cass couldn't bite back his muffled yelp. There was an edge of pain from the stretch of his mesh walls, but it was quickly forgotten when Megatron reached a couple of sensory nodes close to the valves entrance.

He moaned again, giving Megatron the opportunity to slip his glossa inside. His tongue swirled around the oral vent, re-exploring every corner. The vibrations of Cass's voice increased while he wriggled hips against the servo slowly thrusting inside him. He didn't even notice a third digit had been slipped in, but the fourth one warranted some attention.

"Ah-hah!" He gasped before crying against the collar of Megatron's neck. He could feel the servo begin to slip away, but Cass quickly clung to its wrist. "No! No please…! Don't stop…! W-We have been apart for so long… I want to… I want to be connected to you again…"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't…" Cass circled his waist so his aft would rub against Megatron's pelvic plating. He was slightly taken aback when he felt a large spike pressurize from under and between his struts. The little mech glanced down to see his master's full member in all its glory and swallowed hard at its girth. He had forgotten how large the warlord was, but he didn't want to show any intimidation, however impossible it may have been. "I want you…"

Cautiously, the giant mech lifted Cass over his waistline and aligned the head of his spike outside of the valve. The warm feeling of hot exhaust rolling down the back of his neck-cables comforted the Vehicon. He felt even more at ease when Megatron lightly kissed and bit down on the top of his shoulders.

"We will go slow…" The tyrant whispered; the heat of his exhaust increasing in the spot his helm lingered. "If you feel any pain… If you say stop at any time… I will stop…"

His lover only nodded and braced himself for the inevitable stretch. The lubricants from his valve had drizzled over the spike thoroughly, which helped Megatron push the head of his spike inside. He paused when Cass winced and tightened his grip over the warlord's armor but was reassured that everything was alright when the drone's spike paneling opened. So he pushed forward, carefully inch by inch. Before Cass was fully seated in his lap again, Megatron lifted him up slightly then slid back down his erection. He growled from the tight wetness engulfing his member and was delighted to listen to the hitching of Cass's air vents followed by his muffled whimpers of desire. The temptation to thrust faster screamed in the back of his processor, but he waited for the smaller mech's approval first.

"Oh! P-please!" The warlord didn't need to wait long, much to his gratification. "Please! L-Lord Megatron! More!"

Megatron took hold of Cass's spike and began to stroke it in time to his shallow thrusting. He was so worried about accidentally hurting the carrier of his sparkling, the restraint to move faster was almost painful, but what mattered most to him was his lover's pleasure. That in itself pleased his thirst for his own desires.

"M-M' Lord!" Cass called out as he sobbed through blinding ecstasy. "Hold onto me! I think I might fall soon!"

"I'm not far behind you!" Megatron admitted with no restraint and he wrapped his arm around Cass's waist. The feeling of his rounded torso was a moment of intimidation for the tyrant, but he was too far gone now to stop at all. His engines revved ferociously, and his cycled intakes hitched as he thrusted faster and faster. His charge built so quickly he hardly had time to warn Cass, but the walls around his spike tightened. The young model was just as close as he was, and they could both feel their EM fields hollering for release. It was primal, it was essential, and it was the most important thing in their function that moment.

"MEGATRON!"

"Caspian…! Uhn!"

A flash of white light blinded them both, and they immediately collided with each other. For a brief moment the two became one being through the most intense overload in their entire functions. That was saying a lot for Megatron, giving his own experience, and the only time he came close to feeling such away was with the last Cybertronian he had loved. Perhaps this was different because of Cass's condition, perhaps not. Perhaps it didn't matter why. All that mattered was his feelings in the present. It was frightening and liberating at the same time, and he knew in his spark he would fight to the end of the universe to keep this feeling from slipping away again.

"M' Lord…" Cass alerted him to the present, when his clarity finally made him aware of his shaking frame, Megatron slowly pulled himself out of the valve. "Ah!" The small drone also shook. He was still riding out the last wave of his overload, and the drizzling combination of lubricants and trans-fluid merely increased his convulsions.

"I think… You have my permission… To skip the formalities… And just call me Megatron…"

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