Author's note. Written by me and the-writing-mew.
Warning for dub-con and miscarriage.
Enjoy and please review.
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Days later Elita guided him into the caves and help them to keep the other spiders away while they retrieved the shells of their dead Decepticon fellows just as some Autobots as well.
They also found lots of cubes of energon stacked there, although Hot Rod had made some of the Energon explode, there were more untouched.
After they were sure they left nothing behind, they returned to the ship.
First Aid with the help of Starscream successfully created a substance that neutralized Wasp's pheromones, and once it was tested the femmes seemed to come down of a powerful spell...
...however they continued eyeing Wasp's body which proven Starscream's other theory correct. Their bodies have something else that attracted their sights... The femmes that continued fawning over Wasp were proof enough even with the neutralizer.
A tied Hot Rod eyed Elita hungrily each time she walked near him and his antennae's rattled at her, called her; but she was stronger than that and always ignored him no matter how much her body protested and made her feel aroused and hot when near him.
"Hot Rod?" Optimus tried again as this one seemed unresponsive and just looked at Elita as if calling her with his whole body. "I wonder what happened to him?" He said sadly.
The spider took a deep breath and shook her head while also trying to cool off. "Maybe that Soundwave who helped you with Sentinel can tell us?" She offered.
Optimus looked at her for a moment contemplating her words before finally nodding; later Soundwave and Megatron were also facing the colourful mech who still had his sight glued on Elita.
She was there in order to distract and if necessary restrain Hot Rod in case he tried shooting some of that acid. So far, he hadn't, it seemed he would only do that if he got his hands on his 'intended' and others tried to take her away. Which meant he had to be guarded and could not allowed to be untied.
Soundwave carefully moved forward, slowly lifting up his hands and gently taking hold of Hot Rod's head. For a moment, Hot Rod looked like he might resist but then his body seemed to go slack and his optics glowed white as Soundwave did his work. Everyone was silent as they waited for the diagnosis especially First Aid who really wanted to know how Hot Rod was processing. Finally, Soundwave took his hands away.
"Hot Rod: Operating on primary objective," the blue Mech stated.
"I have a bad feeling about this," Elita muttered as Hot Rod remained slumped.
"What is the primary objective?" Megatron questioned.
"Objective: Find mate and impregnate," Soundwave intoned without any show of emotion.
Elita groaned, she knew it would be something like that.
"How come he doesn't appear to have his mind like Wasp and Elita?" Ratchet asked.
"Hot Rod: Has spent a long time in stasis," Soundwave explained. "Under gone changes: his body and mind."
"Can...can we recover his mind?" Optimus asked anxiously, he couldn't bear to lose his friend like this.
Soundwave cocked his head slightly as he considered this.
"Possible: if primary objective achieved."
There was silence for a long moment before Elita turned and walked away. The others looked at each other grimly, it wasn't a great situation.
"I'll talk to her," Optimus finally said.
"Optimus...," Megatron began but his mate just smiled at him.
"I'll be fine," he assured him before hurrying after his Femme friend.
He found her outside the ship, sitting on a tree branch and staring into the jungle. With only slight difficulty, Optimus climbed up the tree and sat down beside her, hoping Megatron wasn't watching as his mate would probably have a fit.
"Hi," he greeted as she stared at the forest which swayed slightly in a breeze.
"Hi," she replied dully. "I can't believe this."
He didn't say anything, he just waited.
"After everything that's happened," she muttered to herself. "The only thing that might save Hot Rod is me mating with him...and I might end up pregnant."
She shook her head in frustration.
"This...," she indicated her body. "Is bad enough, my whole life is changed because of this and now I might have to become a mother...and have a mate who doesn't really know what he's doing? As it is, I'll probably have to give up my career but this will probably seal it."
"It might not," Optimus said gently. "You're still a member of the Elite Guard, regardless of the changes. I know it might be hard to get your life and career fully back on track for a while but that doesn't mean you've got to give up everything. And if you decide to mate with Hot Rod, you can use protection..."
"But what if it's me getting pregnant that nullifies that primary objective," she interrupted. "What if we do it with protection and it doesn't change a thing, he just keeps wanting to mate with me. I couldn't just abandon him in this state just so I can still go on missions."
"You might still be able to go on them," Optimus suggested. "If Hot Rod or someone else looks after the child, if you have one."
She closed her optics, her expression pained. She hated being so helpless but it wasn't just that.
"I'm scared," she whispered.
Optimus turned and hugged her.
"I know," he said softly. "I used to be afraid too."
"I hate Sentinel," She groaned hoarsely. "I hate this all, Primus, Optimus, how did you survived all of that?"
The young Prime thought about the answer before saying: "It was my duty, my job, Megatron chose me for this task and I didn't wanted to see our people enslaved; I guess that is what kept me going."
Elita cried openly and helpless now, and none of them noticed the Decepticon Emperor standing near the tree hearing everything... And feeling worse than ever.
He was just reminded again that he enslaved his beloved one, even if he was jealous of this femme, he felt like a jerk. Megatron shook his head sadly before staying, hearing how the femme expressed her utter misery.
...
Sometime later...
Elita was shaking, her optics looked haunted and she couldn't help but hyperventilate.
Megatron observed her as Optimus tried to calm her without success, after all she agreed to mate with Hot Rod. Unfortunately she must be watched while in the act in order nothing bad happened and she remained harmless.
"Its ok, Elita, you will be okay..." Optimus tried but she now lose her voice in fear. After all she was an unexperienced virgin and this was NOT the way she imagined doing it her first time, as if it was some kind of scientific experiment and they be watched and recorded while doing it!
She wasn't even in the mood to consider that Optimus lost his virginity in the way he completely unexpected it too with the mech who couldn't take his optics from him.
"I'll do everything in my power to give you privacy, right Megatron?" Optimus practically demanded surprising his mate for a moment before nodding.
Later the moment came and she was left into a room with only a berth in it. She continued shaking before Hot Rod was suddenly released into the room with her, and the mech immediately devised her and charged after her.
The spider used her whole power to not panic and remained like a statue as the winged bug-mech sniffed her, took her in arms and laid her on her back onto the berth before spreading her legs and gently forcing her to take his entire length.
However she still cried and felt humiliated like never before, the tears fell like an endless waterfall from her optics and she sobbed uncontrollably as the mech on top of her satisfied his hunger not caring in the least of her feelings.
Unable to see anything else, Megatron roared everyone out from the room next the couple that had a glass like mirror that allowed them to see the bugs without interrupting them; this situation reminded him painfully about his Optimus and his idiocy and make him want to purge and apologize forever.
"I said, everybody OUT!" He roared pushing even First Aid out.
Optimus, Ultra Magnus, Ratchet and Starscream refused to be part of the show. Magnus hugged his creation as this one shook and cried blaming himself for Elita's curse, that it was his fault that she looked like this and would be normal if he would have known sooner. Now that was not the only problem but she was being raped and forced to carry... His friend, sharing his fate.
Megatron then went for him and asked Magnus to let him have him. The older bot approved and they retired into a near corner that the Emperor used to apologize a million times to his love for all the sorrow he caused him.
Eventually Optimus entered the mirror room and saw that Hot Rod was done, and Elita was crying brokenly, curled in a corner of the room as far away from the now sleeping butterfly as she could.
Optimus' optics widened and hurried into the room, took her in his arms and took her away. Megatron on his heels feeling worse by the second. Is this how he made his beautiful mate feel?
No wonder why he gave their son away without a word...
...Elita's situation was like looking through a mirror...
His Spark felt like it would squeeze itself to death with guilt and his pained expression didn't go unnoticed.
"Megatron?" Ultra Magnus said quietly.
"This is how Optimus felt, isn't it?" Megatron asked miserably. "And I don't even have the excuse of being transformed into a techno organic whose mind is being controlled by primeval urges."
"True," Ultra Magnus acknowledged. "But it's plain to everyone that you're trying to make up for your mistake. And most importantly, you've given Optimus the chance to make up his own mind about you."
Suddenly smiling, he added. "And clearly, you didn't do everything wrong if he forgives you so easily and wants to be with you."
Megatron smiled weakly, murmuring. "I don't deserve a mate like him, he really is special...like our son."
"They are both special," Ultra Magnus agreed. "I can hardly believe that he's mine...and Alpha Trion's."
"I can't believe it either," Megatron mumbled making the Autobot leader laugh.
"He really isn't so bad," he stated before saying teasingly. "Especially in the berth."
"Thank you for information," Megatron groaned making his counterpart laugh even more.
Meanwhile, Optimus continued to soothe his friend as best as possible, mostly by holding her and rubbing her back. He knew from previous experience that she needed to get all of her grief out and the best he could do was comfort and be there for her. He wouldn't let her suffer in silence as he had, she would have all the support that she needed.
"It...it wasn't how I thought it would be," she gasped out as Optimus held her closer.
"I know," he said gently, rocking her a little like a Sparkling.
"What am I going to do?" she asked, crying harder.
"I don't know but we'll work it out," Optimus assured her. "You do have options Elita, don't forget that. I know it doesn't feel like it right now but you do. And I'll be here for you as long as you like, so will the others."
"Even your mate?"
"Even Megatron," he assured her. "He is a good bot, those in his Palace are well looked after. Even before he knew who Valour was, he always showed him great kindness and being an Autobot didn't change that. I have noticed the Decepticons do not place the same value that some Autobots do on 'pureness', to them, skill and inner strength is often more valued."
"Really?" she asked, she was worried about how other bots would react to her appearance.
"Really," he told her firmly. "And you've seen how the bots we brought along have acted, they've accepted you, Wasp and Hot Rod."
"Urgh... Don't mention his name again... At least for the next millennium," Elita groaned before arching in pain.
Just a few hours ago she was a virgin until that butterfly forced his spike in her unused valve without even preparing her before no matter that she was trying hard to hear her instincts and went wet, he still hurt her...
...but the worst of it all was when he broke her seal, it was just horrible!
Something snapped in Hotrod after he broke her delicate membrane, he went like crazy and hammered her against the berth madly no matter how much she begged him to go slow, he continued!
She is a soldier, an Elite Guard, she hold it there until he was finished and hold herself from harming him after... Or during their coupling.
The femme now knew what that thing on their butt was now, Hotrod showed her when he united it with his own and held hers there with his... It was like a biting or something to keep her in place perhaps.
"Are you okay, Elita?" Optimus tried successfully kicking her from her recent horrible memories and suddenly felt light headed. "Oh, Primus, you're burning!" He exclaimed as First Aid prepared the berth to examine and fix her.
"Hurts..." She whispered absently with her offlined optics and her head lolled to the side. Her valve felt like it was going to melt, in the bad sense and everything in her body felt sore. She gasped and whimpered when something leaked from her hurt valve...
...blood.
"I know... I know... They will fix you, you'll see... When Megatron took my seal it hurt like the pits too, he also made me bleed and hurt me so bad that Hook, our resident CMO forbid him to touch me for five months."
She gasped as if trying to snort before whispering as her conscious faded by the second. "Jerk... That was why... You... Went to... Iacon..."
"Yeah..." He said hugging her close since she was shaking as if she was cold... However she was burning.
"Can you hurry?!" He demanded from the medics. "She's with fever!"
Ratchet frowned before nodding. It was obvious she was taking this worse than he expected or what she showed and it was not because she was a techno-organic now but because rape victims usually felt ill after what happened... Sick actually.
"Just stay with her," he told his adopted son who continued to hold Elita as Ratchet got painkillers and other injections ready.
"It'll be okay," Optimus murmured, doing his best to hold himself together for his friend's sake. Primus, how was he going to be able to look Hot Rod in the optics again after this?
...
"Is he still sleeping?" Megatron asked Wasp who was standing guard over Hot Rod's room. For once, there were no Femmes hanging onto the green Mech.
"Hot Rod still sleeping," Wasp confirmed. "How Elita?"
"Mmm, not good," Megatron replied with a grimace. "Ratchet and First Aid are treating her, she's in a bad way."
"Was Optimus in a bad way when you took his seal?" Wasp couldn't help but ask, making Megatron blanch.
"I...yes, he was," Megatron admitted with a groan. "And that young Mech is going to feel like slag when he realises what he's done...just like I did."
"Why you do it?" Wasp asked.
"I thought he was enjoying it," Megatron said bitterly, half wondering why he was telling this bot. "He was just so beautiful, so perfect...I lost myself to him. And he was so strong, able to present such a front that like the love sick fool that I was, I bought it all. If we'd been more open with each other, we could have avoided it."
He sighed heavily. "And now another two bots have to face the same consequences..."
Before Wasp could speak, he suddenly heard a loud groan.
"Him waking up," he exclaimed, causing Megatron to look up startled.
"Already?" he asked. "I thought he'd be in recharge all night."
"Him achieved objective," Wasp said with a shrug. "No need to sleep."
"Uhhh..." Hotrod groaned as his systems powered on; he felt like his head was spinning and his body felt lax. It was as if he consumed a great deal of high grade one day and...
His optics popped open as he remembered...
...Sentinel!
He quickly lifted himself off the berth he was lying on and looked around like desperate...
"Where am I? ...were we... Rescued?" He told himself before suddenly looking straight at the massive mirror on the wall. His optics widened, his wings stretched and scared him before looking down at his hands.
The butterfly started to grow desperate when other two mechs entered. "What's happening? What is going on? What... What is this?!" He cried desperately not remembering anything and not understanding what was going on.
Megatron and Wasp looked at each other before returning their worried looks at the desperate mech.
"What is going on?!" He demanded in desperation once more and Wasp walked closer.
"Hotrod... Calm down, everything okay..." The green bug-former approached carefully and set a supporting hand on the other bug-former's shoulder.
"W- wasp?" Hotrod said in disbelief looking at his partner up and down as if not processing what was happening.
"Yes, me Wasp."
The butterfly then directed his gaze towards the other mech in the room, a very much familiar mech. "Emperor Megatron?"
Megatron noded and also walked towards him before asking seriously. "Do you remember anything that happened?"
Hotrod processed his words before answering. "We had an accident, Sentinel... He... It was his idea to come here because Elita told him it was a bad idea; he wanted to fight her, to prove he was better than anyone... Than her... She... Elita rejected Sentinel and all his advances.
Then we explored and Elita got missing... Oh Primus... Elita!" He cried in desperation again but both Wasp and Megatron calmed him.
"We have Elita, she's okay," The emperor lied; she was far from good and not because of what Sentinel did.
"Is... Is she okay? C- can I see her?" Hotrod tried but Megatron refused before he gave his declaration. "Well..." He continued. "Sentinel ran and Wasp tried to get Elita back but Sentinel refused and beat him... Then tried to convince me of running, but as I refused he beat me before I could react... And the next thing I remember is awakening here with you, guys."
Megatron noded examining him before Hotrod continued. "What happened? Why do I look like this? ...and Wasp? What happened to you?"
"You were all bitten or stung by the inhabitants of this planet," Megatron explained. "And you know transform into the creature that bit you. As you can see, Wasp is now a type of hornet, you are a kind of wasp/butterfly cross and Elita is now a spider."
"Wait...like the spiders that attacked us?" Hot Rod questioned and Megatron nodded.
"Primus," Hot Rod said, collapsing back on the berth.
"Your transformation took longer than the others," Megatron informed him. "You were encased in some sort of cocoon and the insects guarding you would not allow any near you. That is probably why you don't remember anything."
"Must be," Hot Rod agreed, rubbing his face as his wings twitched. "I don't believe this..."
The two Mechs before him were silent, giving him a chance to absorb this information. Finally, he said.
"Tell me you caught Sentinel."
"We did, he is back on Cybertron and he will be tried once we return," Megatron assured the younger bot.
"Good," the Mech said fiercely before looking at Megatron. "Uh, my lord, if I might ask, how is...?"
"Optimus is here," Megatron said gently, knowing why this Mech was hesitant. "He insisted on coming here to rescue you and his other friends."
"Him Optimus nice," Wasp added helpfully.
"Yeah, he's always been nice," Hot Rod said with a crooked smile. "Will I be able to see him?"
"Of course," agreed Megatron, it would probably be better that Optimus explain to his friend what had happened. "Shall I see if he is available?"
"Please," Hot Rod said gratefully with a bow, he needed reassurance from his old friend. As Megatron moved away to speak on a comm, Hot Rod gave Wasp a nervous smile.
"Crazy isn't it?"
Wasp nodded.
"So um...," Hot Rod said awkwardly. "How are you finding it?"
Wasp glanced down at his body before answering.
"Wasp changed," he said quietly. "No speak the same, feel different. Bigger body, Femmes like."
Hot Rod blinked at this last bit as Wasp smiled a little. "Femmes like a lot."
"You are handsome," Hot Rod acknowledged. "Not that you weren't good looking before but..."
"Wasp understand," the green winged bot assured him. "Femmes all want to interface with Wasp now."
"Whoa," the red Mech exclaimed before saying. "Think they'll like me too?"
The other Mech paused, as though he was considering this.
"They may..." Finally answered Wasp before continuing. "Would you like that?"
"Of course! Who is the mech that doesn't wants a dozen or more femmes around him wanting to interface?" Immediately answered Hotrod, too fast for Wasp's taste.
Wasp may have a harem now but that doesn't means it will last forever. Besides, he wants just one mate to love and bond with, not just an army of horny femmes riding his spike... That will be hard, to choose just one of them all.
But it seemed Hotrod didn't thought that way and was decided to test his sex appeal with the femmes without even caring about Elita.
Thinking about her made his antennae's lower. Poor Elita, she must be suffering, she deserves better, a good mech who loves and cares for her, not this immature mech who now is investigating his body in the mirror to see how good he looked to do who knows what else.
A pang of hate ran by Wasp's spark when seeing the butterfly; definitely Elita deserves better, not an immature mech, Wasp will not let her sacrifice to be in vane... Will not let her suffer again...
...his huge optics widened and his wings and antennae's lifted up in realization of his feelings towards his femme friend.
He will NOT allow Hotrod to hurt her again, and he was 100% sure he will do it again, even by accident because sometimes the butterfly can be an idiot.
Megatron turned towards the two bugs and said: "Optimus is not available yet, but soon will be." The emperor tried to hide his grim face remembering what his mate said, that he will stay with Elita until she awakes because he was sure she will have nightmares and that he better keep Hotrod away.
Wasp understood the unsaid message and nodded, however Hotrod...
"Can I go out and see if I can attract some femmes too?"
The emperor and the green bug-former just looked at him with huge optics.
"What?" Hot Rod asked as they stared at him. "If Wasp can, why can't I?"
"I...suppose that's true," Megatron began as Hot Rod said with a beam. "Alright then."
He started sauntering towards the door, obviously intending to search out some attractive Femmes.
"Uh, it might be an idea to get some protection first," Megatron said hurriedly, trying to stall. "Unless you fancy sparking some of your partners up?"
Hot Rod stopped with a frown.
"Didn't think about that," he mumbled before saying. "Hey, don't they already have some protection?"
"Yes but we're still learning about your anatomy, it's possible their protection won't work against you," Megatron stated as Wasp just looked annoyed. "You should really speak to First Aid first."
"I guess so," Hot Rod sighed before brightening. "I can check out some hot metal while I'm at it."
And he left.
"Him no good for her," Wasp declared heatedly, making Megatron look at him in mild surprise.
"He doesn't know about Elita yet," he said fairly but Wasp wasn't convinced.
"Him immature, not ready to be mate," Wasp stated. "Elita need mature, sensible bot who will support her and sparkling."
"Like you?" Megatron couldn't help but ask, he certainly hadn't been expecting this.
Wasp paused, eyeing the Decepticon leader.
"Elita friend," he stated. "Me Wasp protect friends, Wasp won't let her be hurt by that jerk."
Megatron smirked despite himself and told Wasp to walk away.
This definitely was getting better; Wasp seemed to have feelings for Elita and the mech she just saved wasn't so interested in her since he didn't even asked for her and went straight to hunt some femmes...
...however Wasp called him 'jerk' ...he already heard the bug saying that before...
His optics widened in realization at who was the 'jerk' Wasp was talking about... Him.
Megatron nodded and shrugged, he WAS a jerk, but no more, he decided.
Later Wasp was in bug form on the roof of a common room staring at Hotrod with a frown as this one had like five femmes around him giggling. The butterfly had not asked about Elita once and was flirting with others?!
"Aww...come on, come down here..." Some femmes, fans of his were still trying to make him react and get down onto the floor again with them, but so far he was ignoring them before turning and walked away still upside down on the roof, his fans tried to follow him before Hotrod went to them and stopped them.
"Hey, where you think you go? We haven't even met yet!" He said and they frowned before trying to leave again. "Where did you... Hey, come on, you like him more than this?" He said fanning his beautiful wings. However not all of them reacted as he wanted and still left after Wasp... If they can find him.
Megatron and Starscream watched the show in amusement. "Well, that was weird... But I guess Hotrod is a jerk, no matter how attractive he is and that is a repellent for femmes," The seeker mussed and the emperor nodded. "Besides, Wasp was kind, gentle, generous and sensitive with the femmes... And we all know femmes adore that in a mech, no matter the pheromones."
Said that, Megatron looked at the seeker in surprise with a lifted optic ridge.
"You don't know?" The seeker asked unbelievably to his friend who just shook his head no. "Femmes are more complicated than mechs in matters of spark, they can see more than physical appearance; just watch my daughter and your son, he has everything she, or any femme may want in a mech, just like this Wasp."
Megatron remained in silence processing all of this and hoping to never have a daughter, he will not be willing to understand her complicated processor.
Now that Starscream mentioned the sparklings, he wondered how they are doing. Primus, he have lots of things to think about.
And where did just Wasp went? To see Elita? The leader smirked at that, Wasp definitely wants her.
"And," The seeker continued. "Imagine your Optimus, if you wouldn't have claimed him, he would have been with a femme by now; after all, he's like your son."
Megatron's optics widened at the horrific idea of seeing his beloved mate with another; no, Optumus was his, no matter what.
Thinking about that, Megatron got up from his chair and charged after Elita's quarters only to find Optimus walking out from it. The young Autobot looked at his mate in surprise.
"Oh, Megatron, hi, Wasp offered to look after Eli-!" But he was interrupted as Megatron crushed his lips against his, lifted him up and took him to his quarters.
"Megatro-oon whaat?!" Optimus tried but the emperor was already taking his spike in his mouth before it hardened enough to taking it in his valve. "Oohhh- w-what...?"
"I... I need you... Optimuuus...ooohhh...!" Moaned the bigger mech as he rode the blue, thick spike over and over again before merging his spark with Optimus.
Poor Optimus was confused but was not complaining... At all.
Sometime later as Optimus lay in his mate's arms, he couldn't help but ask.
"So...what brought that on?"
His mate could be spontaneous but he wasn't usually that desperate.
"I just needed you," Megatron said honestly, holding his mate closely. "I...I didn't overstep my boundaries?"
Optimus laughed and kissed him.
"I was definitely not complaining," he stated, chuckling. "I was just curious, nothing's happened has it?"
"I...realised once more how lucky I am to have you," Megatron said slowly. "You my love, would have had a lot of offers if I hadn't claimed you when our cultures merged."
"That still seems odd," Optimus mused. "I wouldn't say I never had offers but being in the Elite guard meant I wasn't out on the town much and most of my fellow guards knew I just wanted to get on with my career. And since a lot of others felt the same as me, no one bothered me for it."
"I'm glad no one pressured you into anything," Megatron mumbled, feeling guilty again. "But I swear my love, we'll find something for you when we get back to Cybertron. I won't keep you as a trophy queen any longer, if you want to assume a more active role, I'll fully support it."
His mate nodded his thanks, he wanted to do something that didn't just involve moping around.
"I'm not sure what I can do," he confessed. "I think I should resume some of my training, especially the fighting. That might help me decide."
"That sounds like a good idea," Megatron murmured, kissing him.
"Thanks," Optimus laughed before asking. "How is Hot Rod by the way, Wasp didn't say,"
Megatron grimaced and said. "He doesn't know what's happened with Elita but is very eager to attract some Femmes."
Optimus looked rather surprised.
"He's always enjoyed flirting," he said slowly. "And I know he often went on dates but he wasn't interested in a serious relationship with anyone."
"I don't think he's after a serious relationship," Megatron said dryly. "He wants what Wasp has."
"Oh Elita," Optimus groaned, this would not be good.
Megatron grimaced too; that femme was just raped by the mech she saved, sacrificing her virtue, her pureness...
...and for what? So he can go around flirting with others without taking care of what he did?
"Sometimes I wonder, how you could make yourself be friends with that jerk of Sentinel and that stupid Hotrod... No offense," Megatron corrected himself quickly as the other frowned then lifted an optic ridge at him.
"They are not like that all the times, they have their good things too," Optimus said as he breathed sadly thinking at their situation; all of their situations...
...the one who was better was Wasp.
Megatron started nuzzling his neck again and he wondered if he was ready for a round two... Or three?
...and his valve answered for him while tightening around his spike again returning the hardness to it.
...
Ultra Magnus walked towards Megatron's quarters, he was looking for his creation and had a feeling that the Emperor may know where he might be since Optimus was not with Elita anymore.
He needed his son's help in controlling Hotrod since he was getting annoying for the femmes who were just stepping away from him and he tried to keep them with him... Which gained him some good punches and kicks, courtesy of the femmes who decided to look after their hiding green bug.
The Autobot leader was about to open the door when heard a loud groan inside; he hurried and when he opened it, had a good visual of his firstborn thrusting madly into an eager Megatron.
"Ooohh Optimus...harder! Deeper...oh yes, yes, yes!"
Ultra Magnus just closed back the door with a stone, blank face before turning on his heels and walked away as if he saw, or heard nothing.
It seemed he will have to look after Hotrod; "Maybe Starscream will be willing to help me," He mused.
He located the Seeker who was fidgeting on a seat, watching a holo of a Shuttle speaking. Ultra Magnus recognised the shuttle as Skyfire and he saw that Starscream was looking rather longingly at him. At least the Air Commander wasn't self-servicing, he was just watching the Sire of his Sparklings.
"Ahem," the Autobot leader coughed, drawing the Seeker's attention.
"Ultra Magnus," Starscream said soothingly, switching off the holo. "What can I do for you?"
"I could do with some advice," Magnus replied. "That Hot Rod is starting to become a bother and if he keeps on annoying the Femmes, he's going to be in big trouble."
"Ah," Starscream said in understanding. "That is a problem...does he know yet about Elita?"
"I don't think so, perhaps it's time he was told," Magnus said grimly as Starscream said. "Should Optimus tell him?"
"He's...uh...busy," the Autobot leader mumbled, causing the Seeker to grin knowingly.
"Oh yes," the air commander chuckled. "I can well imagine."
Feeling embarrassed, Magnus said. "Would you accompany me to talk to him?"
"I will," Starscream agreed, the Autobot leader would need backup in dealing with the hot headed young Mech.
They found him nursing a sore cheek, he'd been turned down again and was looking morose. He saw them and said in a tone of disbelief.
"I don't get it, what does Wasp have that I don't?"
"Mmm, pheromones?" Starscream suggested, no point in having at go at the young Mech just yet.
As Hot Rod frowned, Ultra Magnus said firmly. "Hot Rod, we need to talk about Elita One."
"Elita?" he said in confusion. "What about her?"
"You haven't been informed of what happened before you regained your senses, have you?" the older Mech asked.
"Something happened?" Hot Rod said dumbly.
"Yes," Ultra Magnus stated grimly. "You had no control over yourself and attempted to mate with her. We could not snap you out of it and in the end, it was decided that the only way for you to regain your mind was to fulfil the insect part of your mind's goal."
"Goal...?"
"To mate," Starscream cut in. "Elita gave up her virginity to you."
Hot Rod stared blankly back at them.
"What?"
Rolling his optics, the seeker said annoyingly: "Are you deaf? You heard me! You wanted to frag her and she gave in to save YOUR bug aft! If she wouldn't you will be just a mindless bug wanting to mate even a wall! Primus!" He huffed in the end.
"W- what...?" Hotrod tried again not processing it fast enough or maybe trying to block it.
But before the Magnus can answer, Starscream barked. "Frag! You idiot, thick helmed...jerk! She might be carrying your offspring, the creation you forced in her, because that is what it happened, or you think your bug side was gentle with her first time?!"
The butterfly seemed like he couldn't process everything yet so Starscream barked: "You raped and impregnated her!"
Ultra Magnus watched the scene and now wondered why ALL the femmes rejected him; have they, perhaps found out about this?
After all, everyone knew about the beautiful 'spider lady' and the butterfly... And what said bug mech wanted...
And the information of her sacrifice must have been leaked into the lower ranks somehow.
"Have the other femmes said anything to you?" Magnus asked still hearing how Starscream lectured the butterfly about him not taking responsibility.
Hotrod's optics widened more before answering. "They called me 'jerk' and... Imbecile before just leaving as if they were angry with me... But I didn't do anything."
The seeker smirked before frowning again. "A very accurate thought for their credit," Then looked up at the Magnus who have a grim face like telling him 'they know'
An 'O' like shape formed in Starscream's mouth in understatement before Hotrod spoke again heatedly; "And what should I do? Apologise to her? You said I was not in my own mind!"
You might not have been in your right now but at the very least you should thank her on bended knee for caring enough about you to molest her. Do you really think you don't owe her that and an apology?" Starscream demanded.
"I don't know," Hot Rod said mulishly before muttering. "I can't deal with this."
"I'm afraid you'll have to do with it solider," Ultra Magnus stated. "Elita One did her duty by you, now you must return the favour."
Hot Rod shook his head as though he didn't want to hear what they were saying.
"Unless you act like a grown up bot, those Femmes aren't going to want to be with you," Starscream couldn't help but point out. "They don't anything to do with a Mech who can't do the right thing when it comes to a Femme he slept with."
"But that wasn't me," Hot Rod exclaimed, throwing out his hands in frustration. "I don't remember anything like that happening, I'd never do that."
"I'm glad to hear it but are you going to speak with Elita?" Ultra Magnus demanded. "She is carrying your child Hot Rod, you need to sort out your future."
The young Mech twitched, his lips twisting as he seemed to consider this.
"Fine," he said finally. "I'll go and talk to her."
"How nice of you," Starscream muttered as Hot Rod headed off, his wings twitching.
Ultra Magnus shook his head, what was the world coming to? One of his Elite abandoned his comrades and lied about their fate while another didn't seem prepared to face up to his responsibilities. He was wondering how he could resolve all this.
"I doubt he's going to stand by Elita and her child," Starscream commented on. "He obviously can't handle it."
"I hope he will change his mind after speaking with her," the Autobot leader replied. "Perhaps all he needs is to see her face to face to realise how serious this is."
The Seeker didn't look convinced but he nodded. Who knows, maybe that was what the young Mech needed.
...
"What you want?" Wasp demanded when he opened the door to see a mulish Hot Rod standing there.
"Is Elita there?" he asked tightly.
"Yes," Wasp said suspiciously. "You want to talk with her?"
"I guess," Hot Rod shrugged and against his better judgement, Wasp allowed him to come in.
Hot Rod saw that the only femme member of the team had been changed like him and Wasp. She was a beautiful black and purple and he could see the resemblance to the spiders that had attacked them. She was curled up on a couch and turned away from him as he coughed.
"Uh...hey," he tried, feeling extremely awkward. She looked like someone had attacked her or something.
She slowly turned and looked at him with haunted optics.
"You alright?" he asked and she closed her optics for a moment before saying softly. "I'm fine."
"Uh, Ultra Magnus said that we...uh, I mean...he said something about us interfacing...and uh, it wasn't brilliant or something...," he said, barely able to look at her. "I...don't remember anything like that happening."
She stared at him before saying.
"That's probably a good thing."
"I guess," he said, rubbing the back of his head. "Um...are you really carrying?"
"I am," she said in a dull voice. "I am carrying your child."
"My child?" He squeaked. "Are you certain is mine?!"
Elita One turned her head towards him with four huge and angered/shocked optics before a couple of them twitched in annoyance.
"What you think?!" She barked back before flinching slightly as some needle like pain feeling in her valve still remained.
However it was unnoticed by Hotrod who answered. "I don't know, maybe you fragged someone else before me and now you want to put your charge on me!"
The spider-former now have her jaw fully open as if trying to gasp enough air to process what the other said or just plain try to believe what she just heard never crosses her audios.
"Tell me, Elita! It can't be mine, it must be someone else's... And even if it was mine hypothetically, I am not ready to be a sire, why you didn't use protection?!"
Her processor was a turmoil, she tried to scream at him 'what?!' but not a word came out of her lips as Hotrod continued blaming it on her their current predicament.
"Who knows if in the end you accepted, secretly, Sentinel's propositions? The sparkling will be that jerk's instead!"
Tears clouded her vision as her vocalizer refused to let go a sound making her accept submissively the blame for everything, even if in the inside she was rejecting it as if it was a plague of space rust.
"You... You have to fix this... I certainly don't want a sparkling now.. Especially a techno organic one... You fix it, Elita!" He said this finally reaching for her and shook her so hard that her tears finally fell from her optics.
It was just so horrible, everything; Elita felt just a huge black hole that was sucking her spark quickly, she felt like an idiot... She gave him everything!
"I don't want this child, get rid of it!" He finally roared before throwing her to the wall hard enough to take the air from her system...
...and completely ignoring how delicate she was now in every sense...
"A-aaahh...aaaahhhh!" She suddenly yelled and cried holding her middle as she bent against herself while an unimaginable pain assaulted her whole body...
..as if something just snapped inside her and left behind nothing but a burning, bleeding wound...
...that started sweeping and running like a warm liquid from her valve and through her inner thighs.
Elita screamed louder as pain was everything she could register.
Hot Rod yelped in shock, he hadn't expected her to start screaming like that. He stared at her for a moment before his processor got its self-back into gear and he yelled "Medic!" We need a medic here!"
That was all he was able to do, he had no idea what to do about Elita's screaming and the liquid pooling beneath her as she writhed. Thankfully for him, First Aid came running in and gasped at the sight of her.
"Good heavens," he exclaimed, rushing over to her while also yelling into his Comm. "Ratchet, I need urgent assistance, Elita's bleeding out."
"Uh...I...uh...I have to go," Hot Rod exclaimed before turning and fleeing the scene.
First Aid barely noticed, he was trying to both calm the screaming Femme and try to treat her at the same time. But even as he did so, he grimly concluded that there wasn't much chance for her sparkling. It was too early and that amount of life force...
"What's going on?" Ratchet demanded as he charged into the room.
"I think she's having a miscarriage," First Aid said over the comm, he didn't want to say it out loud in case it distressed Elita more.
"Frag," Ratchet cursed back over the comm before saying aloud. "It's alright Elita, we'll take care of you."
She was barely able to comprehend his words, her entire world was a burning pain that melted into blackness.
Later
"She lost it?" Optimus gasped in horror as Ratchet finished explaining what had happened. Megatron was standing behind his mate, one hand on his shoulder and his expression.
"I'm afraid so," Ratchet said tiredly. "It was just too much for her body to cope with. I'm sorry."
"What is her condition now?" Megatron questioned.
"Stable, she'll recover," Ratchet sighed. "But I doubt she'll recover so well mentally. Bad enough the method of conception but now..."
Optimus's hand reached up and gripped his mate's tightly, his Spark was in turmoil. He knew what it was like to be forced to conceive but at least his son had survived. He couldn't imagine losing him, especially the way she had.
"Will...she be able to conceive again?" Megatron asked surprisingly.
"I think so," Ratchet said slowly. "I can't say for sure right now but I believe she will be able to have another Sparkling."
As Optimus looked up questioningly, Megatron said. "It may help her recovery, the knowledge she can have a sparkling with someone she loves."
Optimus nodded sadly looking at Elita's prone and sleeping form. She suddenly miscarried and the medics had still to diagnose the reason of her situation.
That made the young Prime frown at that thought. "Ratchet, do you know what caused this?"
The medic nodded and looked grimly at the datapad before Soundwave entered looking particularly started.
"My lords... Come, Wasp and Hotrod..."
...
When they reached the recreation room they found Wasp and Hotrod fighting heatedly.
"Murderer!" The green bug hissed before slashing the butterfly. "How dare you! Afthole!"
Surrounding them were Wasp's fans with deep frowns preventing anyone from helping the fire coloured mech.
"What is going on?" Megatron demanded in a loud roar as Wasp tried to slash at Hot Rod again.
"He's attacking me!" Hot Rod exclaimed, trying desperately to protect his wings from the furious green bugformer.
"Wasp, why are you doing this?" Optimus exclaimed, only preventing from rushing forward by his mate.
"It his fault," Wasp shrieked, making an angry buzzing sound as he did so. "Murderer?"
"What...?" Optimus started to say but Wasp snarled out.
"He killed the Sparkling!"
Optimus and several others gasped in shock and horror at this statement. Hot Rod shook his head wildly, crying out.
"I didn't, it was an accident!"
"Liar," Wasp hissed, baring his sharp teeth at the scared butterfly.
"I'm not...ah!" Hot Rod screamed as he was almost gouged by his irate former friend.
"Wasp, please stop this," Optimus begged as Megatron shoved one of Wasp's Femmes aside.
"Wasp, if you don't stop this, you'll be put in the brig and you won't be able to see Elita."
As the green bot stared at him with wide optics, Megatron added. "She needs you right now."
That worked and made him stop. His wings lowered and looked sadly at the emperor.
Optimus looked at his mate with a lifted optic ridge trying to understand what his mate knew.
The femmes, Wasp's fans however were not going to let him go so easily and surrounded him while cooing and caressing him, telling him how brave and strong he was to the Hotrod's surprised optics that still questioned why the green one had what he wanted.
Wasp's wings rattled in anger towards the butterfly and his femmes looked back with hateful glares too. Maybe they didn't wanted Elita to be near their Wasp but that doesn't means they wished what she went through with that idiot.
"If glares can kill..." Megatron whispered to himself but both Optimus and Magnus heard and nodded slightly.
"I just hope Elita One is capable of testifying against Sentinel Prime," Said the Magnus making Optimus sigh sadly.
He wondered if she indeed will be able to.
...
Sometime later Megatron's ship returned to Cybertron and Optimus made company a crying and catatonic Elita...
...as long as his mate didn't come and practically begged for some making time.
The emperor couldn't help but feel a little jealous on how his beloved one looked after his depressed friend even if he knew Optimus' feelings towards her were nothing but caring and friendship.
Starscream always suggested him to give Optimus more freedom, that he was his bonded and had nothing to fear; Optimus will always be his.
Days later Megatron found himself alone behind his desk fidgeting on his chair as he thought about Optimus and the way he made love to him, how he made him see Primus...
"Uhh... I can't focus...!" He growled as the ache in his valve intensified... And he had lots of things to attend as it was his duty as Emperor.
The worst of it was that Starscream was not there to help him either with his duties since he went in emergency to Iacon to see the sire of his sparklings and share some words with him.
But Megatron knew better. "Uhh... Optimus... My Optimus... I need you..." He gasped before getting up and flew to his quarters to solve his problem.
...
Back in Iacon...
"Huh?" Optimus looked up as if feeling something but soon shrugged it off as he tried to feed Elita...
"I feel like an idiot... I shouldn't... Have..." She whispered between sobs as she found unable to get rid of those feelings that make her believe she sacrificed herself for nothing.
Optimus just listened to her and kept quiet as she released her misery; they were in the Magnus' estate's garden and he told the etiquette learning sparklings to stay away until she feels better, that she needed some time to herself.
Luckily the sparklings were too busy with his strict sire, however...
"Optimus," Said mech came with his usual chin up and arrogance walking towards them. "I believe you can leave Elita breathe for a while and come with me to learn some manners, after all, the ball is coming near."
The young mech smiled and said: "Have you tortured Slipstream to exhaustion again?"
Alpha Trion didn't even blinked but said instead: "Ten minutes," then walked away leaving the spider alone with his son again.
"You... Will be okay if I...?" Optimus tried and Elita nodded trying to force a smile for him, so the mech reached for her, kissed her in the forehead and walked after the place he saw his sire disappear.
She transformed back into her spider form, somehow she felt calmer like this and she supposed it was because she had other six legs to support her.
Elita sighed and slowly walked around in the garden while hardly tried to think on nothing but the beautifully shinning crystals.
Sentinel's trial and sentence was programed to be after Alpha Trion's ball; but before that, when they returned home, they gave their declarations against him, Optimus had to say hers because she was not capable of facing anyone in her state of mind, not even Wasp.
The only one she talked to was Optimus, and even if her other friends wished to see and speak with her, she just wanted to hide from the world forever.
Thinking like this she found a nice and huge old crystal tree which she climbed and curled in it before sighing and try to recharge while looking at the beautiful landscape. Tears ran from her beautiful eight optics as she cried in misery.
Just when she thought she would slip once more into traumatic recharge, a soft voice said above her.
"Am I disturbing you?"
She jumped, she hadn't heard anyone come and looked up, thinking it must be a Seeker. However, the slender black and gold Mech looking down at her did not have any wings. Transforming, she blurted out in surprise.
"Who are you?"
"My name is Prowl," he replied, he was balanced on a thin branch a little way above her, looking as relaxed as any bot on the ground. "May I inquire about your name?"
"It's...Elita One," she murmured, looking away with a pained expression. "Maybe you've heard about me."
He cocked his head and said. "I was aware that the Emperor's and the Magnus's rescue mission to Archna 7 was a success but the three Elites were transformed into techno organics. I presume you are one of those Elites."
"Yeah, that's me," she said bitterly. "Transformed into a hideous freak."
"I would disagree," he stated, making her frown. "You are neither hideous nor a freak. Your form is undoubtedly changed but that does not mean you are disfigured."
"I didn't say that," she pointed out and he smiled slightly.
"But you were thinking it," he replied lightly, lifting himself up before dropping down to her level.
"My lady," he began. "I have absolutely no idea what you are going through, I have never experienced what you have. But I was once angry at the world and seemingly without purpose until I met my Master."
"Your...?" she questioned.
"I am a CyberNinja," he explained with a smile. "I am training under Master Yoketron, he is the one who settled my mind and directed my energies. If you need help finding inner peace, I would suggest talking to a CyberNinja, especially my master. I think your future path would be easier if you could relax and work things out peacefully."
"You think that would help?" she asked warily.
"It is an option," he replied gently. "It might not be the right solution for you, I can't say."
"Thank you for your suggestion," she said softly before something occurred to her. "What...what are you doing up here?"
He smiled wryly and said. "I love nature and the Magnus has such beautiful gardens...I could not resist climbing up here to immerse myself. I did not mean to disturb you."
"You didn't disturb me," she said quickly and he smiled back.
"But you didn't answered my question, why are you here?" She tried again before drying up her cheek absentmindedly...
..and Prowl noticed.
"Is something in particular disturbing you?" He tried.
"W-what? N-no... Is nothing." Quickly added the femme while turning around and gave her back to him.
"Was someone molesting you?" Insisted the mech only to have her shaking her head and hug her arms around herself.
Once again the mech hadn't answered her questions, yet he made his own. "I can feel that something is disturbing you... Linked to someone particular... Someone hurt you and has not make himself responsible."
His conclusions made her tense and tighten her fists.
She was so angry, so sad, so... Hating her situation! "What you know?! You know nothing!" She yelled at him with tears threatening to abandon her optics before transforming back into a spider and jumped away from that tree to another tree...
...however Prowl followed her easily to every single tree she jumped.
That frustrated the spider who transformed back and attacked him, just that this cyberninja was hard to hit and she fight him until went tired, fall on her knees and cried bitterly; the mech knelt in front of her and offered her a hug...
...and once in his arms she scratched and fisted at his chest, even then he never let go as she continued crying loudly, louder and bitter than she'd ever cried in Optimus' arms.
Some eternal minutes passed before she finally calmed enough for him to speak again. "I came to bring a report to Ultra Magnus on the recent mechs that passed the test and will start going to Iacon's academy to become elites."
The femme just grunted... And he started looking down at her perfect body before shaking himself mentally.
"I apologize for annoying you.. It's just that I could feel your pain miles ago..." He said and she looked up at him with a frown before adding. "Is just a say... I just felt you were not okay, hope you feel better now."
"I still want to beat you," She whispered.
Prowl chuckled and said: "You scratched me... And I have to inform my master later how that happened."
Elita grunted again not daring to abandon his warm embrace... It just felt so good to be near this mech, and she suddenly wondered why?
"Want to see something fun?" He suddenly changed the subject before getting up and forcing her to stand again. "Follow me," He smirked.
He took her to where Optimus was trying to walk like his sire and complaining that he was too old to learn. Elita smiled almost feeling sorry for her friend.
They hid and observed how Alpha Trion ordered him to do it again and not stop.
"Poor Optimus," Elita chuckled, she could see her friend's more stubborn side rearing its head. He was not cowed by his Sire and while he was doing his best to learn, he had no intention of being bullied.
"He is not doing too badly," Prowl acknowledged fairly. "He is at a disadvantage starting so late but I imagine his previous Elite training will serve him."
"Hmm, but he has complained about being rusty in that area," she replied, watching Alpha Trion poke at his son's back, trying to get him to straighten. "He could do with a little retraining, just to remember everything."
"Agreed," Prowl said with a nod and they watched for a bit longer until Ultra Magnus finally appeared.
"I think everyone could do with a break," he announced and everyone sighed in relief as Alpha Trion frowned.
"We're never going to be ready at this rate," he complained.
"Yes you will," the Autobot commander stated. "Everyone has come on in leaps and bounds. You shouldn't be so critical Trion."
"I am just trying to prepare them," he said stiffly, watching in distaste as all of his students flopped down on the ground, even his son. "Everyone will be watching and judging them, judging me!"
"And they will be extremely impressed," Magnus said patiently before looking over at his son. "Optimus, can you take charge here, I need a private word with your Sire."
"Of course," Optimus said with a nod as Magnus gestured a little distance away. "Shall we?"
Alpha Trion gave him a surprisingly suspicious look but agreed and the two Mechs walked away.
"Wonder where they're going?" mused Prowl as Elita smiled. "Want to find out?"
He looked at her before smiling, what harm could it do. They followed the two Mechs silently, watching as they walked out of sight and hearing range of the students. But what happened next surprised them a great deal.
"Trion," Magnus suddenly purred. "I've...missed you so much."
The elderly Mech stiffened before slowly turning to stare at him.
"I do miss you..." Once again he purred lustfully before reaching for his waist...
...however Alpha Trion jumped back before turning on his heel and ran away for his life as fast as he could without another word.
Ultra Magnus smirked evilly and chased the elder to the surprised optics of Elita and Prowl.
"Who would have thought that Alpha Trion, at his age can run that fast and dodge the Magnus, a much more younger mech and a warrior like that," Prowl stated and the femme next him nodded.
"I am still trying to understand how, when and why they conceived Optimus... I just know that Magnus is his carrier and Alpha Trion his sire; I can't understand why those two would... Mate? Eww!" Confessed Elita as Prowl looked at her surprised. "What?"
"I had no idea that Alpha Trion had a son that survived... All his descendants died... But I do know that the Magnus carried, it was a huge recent new." Prowl said and she nodded.
"That is what I want to know, how did those two... And why are they-?" Tried Elita until they heard a loud yelp that startled them both.
It seemed the Magnus finally caught the High Councilmech.
"You think they need help? I mean... Alpha Tr-" Prowl tried just before said elder moaned even louder and they watched with wide optics as Magnus handled him as if he was a musical instrument and removed both of their panels before-
Elita gasped loudly and turned with a crimson face with an embarrassed flush... Prowl was passing through the same.
She almost squeaked before jumping onto the other tree in spider form as far away as she could go from Optimus' creators. Prowl followed her.
"Well... That explains... how your... friend was created..." Prowl said between gasps.
"Almost," she shot back. "How did Ultra Magnus carry if he's so dominant?"
Prowl didn't really have an answer to that but when they stopped some distance away from the mating Mechs, he suggested.
"It is possible the Magnus wished to carry, some Mechs do even if their dominant. Or perhaps they thought it would be safer if Magnus carried, I can't imagine Alpha Trion being able to at his age."
"That is a good point," she said with a nod, it did seem the most likely explanation without knowing anything else.
He smiled before saying. "I'm afraid I should get going but I enjoyed meeting you."
She flushed slightly, she felt like a much younger Femme for some reason. Softly she said. "I enjoyed meeting you too, thank you...well, being normal with me."
He nodded his understanding, saying. "I would never do anything less."
Giving her a respectful salute, he leaped from the tree they were in and sped off. She watched him go wistfully, wondering when she could see him again. Although it did make her remember how kind Optimus and indeed, most of those on the rescue ship had been to her, she wasn't as alone as she'd thought she was. Now smiling, she too jumped out of the tree, transformed and walked over to where Optimus was resting with the Sparklings."
"Elita," Optimus greeted in a surprised but pleased voice.
"Mind if I join you?" she asked softly and he nodded, patting a large pillow beside him.
"Hi," the little red and blue sparkling sitting in Optimus's lap greeted.
"I don't have to ask who you are," she chuckled, settling onto the pillow. "You're Valour."
"Uh huh and you're Elita One," Valour stated proudly. "My daddy told me about you."
"All good things," Optimus said, giving her a sly smile. "Except for that one time back in boot camp..."
She whacked his shoulder, scolding him playfully as she said. "Hah, I have plenty of dirt on you so don't even think about it."
He laughed out loud and she saw how his son's optics lit up happily at this. She thought she could understand why, before she'd gone on the disastrous mission, she'd seen how depressed and low Optimus had been. Obviously, his child was happy to see him doing so well, he was so much more like the old Optimus she'd known in the Elite Guard.
"How is the training going?" she now asked and Optimus sighed dramatically.
"I think I'm going to embarrass everyone at the ball," he said with a shrug. "I'm just not able to move like my creators can."
"Ohh, but it is so easy!" A little voice said and the three turned to see a floating yellow seeker with excited, bright red optics. "You just need to let yourself float and imagine you're so important that no one else matters." The sparkling added.
Elita lifted an optic ridge at him and his speech. "And you are...?"
"Sunstorm, my lady; may I inquire how beautiful you look tonight?" The young creature praised her looking at her up and down in amazement. "Your curves are so perfect that matches a seeker's... Are you mated? If you are, I guess I have a rival in matters of love."
Optimus' optics were so wide open that they almost popped out, so were Elita's. He'd heard of this particular sparkling, Sunstorm... He loved to praise others... But now he was...
"I- I... Uhh..." The spider femme tried; it was the first time someone behaved like that with her or told her such, but this was a sparkling, way too young to even think about...love? She didn't know how to think or feel towards him.
Besides he looked at her with his huge, red and sparkling optics so admiringly that was... Unnerving.
"I... I appreciate that, I'll consider you once you're on age, if you still consider me," She said and his optics brightened further as if the heavens opened for him. "Now, why don't you go and play with your siblings? You too, Valour."
Sunstorm nodded eagerly before floating in front of her, took her petite hand in his own little ones and kissed it softly. "My lady..." He said before walking away towards his siblings, all the time keeping the right posture... Something that surprised Optimus.
Valour followed him and the mech say: "Well, at least one of us find this fun," and watched how his son went to his tired femmefriend and stroked her back gaining a tired smile from her.
Turning to his friend he added: "I guess you have an admirer," and smirked playfully at her.
She punched him on the shoulder and shook her head. "He's too young to knows what he wants." then watched Optimus shake his head. "What?"
"That is what I thought about Valour's femmefriend... She definitely wants my son for her mate and is proving it by obeying sire in everything he orders her to do... And I mean everything."
She lifted an optic ridge at him so he say: "We have a lots of holes to fill..." Then told her everything that passed, how Valour got himself betrothed and everything that came with it, Megatron's anger when discovering who Valour was and Magnus claiming to be his carrier before discovering he was also sired by Alpha Trion.
Luckily for them, the sparklings were busy playing and that gave Optimus time to tell her everything. And now Elita was surprised.
"It seemed a lot happened in a few cycles than in the whole vorns you were bonded with the Emperor. But... How was it possible... And this intrigues me, that your creators got together? Who would have imagined it?"
Optimus shook his head and shrugged his shoulders not knowing either. "I don't know, just that Magnus suddenly carried but was unable to look after me and never said a word to sire... But he went to see me when I was a sparkling."
"You told me; Primus, who would have guessed..." She trailed off before looking up at her friend again.
"What?"
"What if... If your creators were not together before and when you were conceived..." She started and he looked up at her in confusion. "I mean... I heard some rumours about a proof of loyalty the Council demands from a new Magnus... I hope they are just rumours because I honestly cannot see the Magnus bending for-"
Optimus pulled a horrified face and she could not blame him, but the ropes were tying together one by one. "Optimus... I think you're as old as the time the actual Magnus' holds his hammer."
Both looked at each other with wide open mouths. Everything was so... So... Oh Primus!
"B- but... Carrier is the dominant... I cannot imagine him doing... For... For sire... And..." He tried and she said:
"Some bots change their nature and behaviour for the welfare of his creations... I believe he's... Dominating the situation now..." Then thought at what she saw in the garden. Yes, definitely Ultra Magnus was getting on top of the High Councilmech now... But before he never questioned the elder and this one might have played with him as he pleased...
Still, it was horrible to think that your sire made your carrier obey out of duty, to make him bend and take his spike as a proof of loyalty only to have the latter carrying alone and give away his son.
"I...I find that hard to believe," he said distractedly. "My carrier is so confident with him..."
But it was entirely possible that Ultra Magnus had not always been so confident, becoming the leader of all Autobots must be a daunting prospect. He surely would have been nervous and if he'd been told he must take part in a certain old ritual, there was a chance he would have done so.
"I'll have to ask him," he declared. "There's no point in speculating."
She nodded her agreement, he certainly would. They watched the Sparklings play although Slipstream mostly stayed on her pillow, no doubt preserving her energy for when Alpha Trion returned.
"How long are these lessons?" Elita questioned.
"Until my Sire is satisfied," Optimus said wryly. "Usually when poor Slipstream just can't go on, carrier sometimes has to step in."
"I can imagine," she said, thinking of what she'd previously witnessed.
Optimus couldn't help but think of when he'd first woken up and seen what his creators were up to. He grimaced, he'd rather not think about that. There was a sudden crunch of gravel and they looked up to see the two older Mechs returning, with Ultra Magnus looked very pleased with himself. Optimus decided he wouldn't try to imagine what they'd been doing.
At the sight of her mentor, Slipstream sit straight the best she could. However said mech was trying hard to hide what was obvious.
Elita One transformed back into a spider and hid under the bench to watch everything.
"Hmm..." Alpha Trion grunted when watched the seeker femme and walked towards her and say: "The crystal hall, ten minutes."
The sparkling femme used her whole willpower to not groan or even grimace and just nodded politely as was taught watching the old mech walk away.
Her siblings and friends played but she couldn't join them for two reasons, she was too tired and Alpha Trion said that ladies never play with mechs. She hated the last part.
"Don't be so harsh on her, Trion." Magnus said before kissing the back of his neck causing the other to flinch but say nothing and continued walking to get clean and continue training Slipstream until she faints.
Optinus watched his sire walk away and his carrier play with the kids and minutes later Slipstream got up from her pillow and gracefully walked towards the mansion. Him and Elita couldn't help but watch her move as if she floated until disappeared in the building.
"Wow..." The spider gasped from her position before Optimus told her to join him into the garden. "Not bad."
He smiled and said: "She really likes Valour... This is all for him."
And they left. "Now, tell me, what you've been up to this day after I abandoned you?"
She smiled and asked instead: "Were you not going to ask your carrier about your conception?"
He grimaced and took out his glossia. "Eww.. No, I want to be able to refuel tonight... Perhaps tomorrow when all this things in my head calms down a little."
The femme nodded.
...
Slipstream yawned as Alpha Trion looked for another song for her to sing and she felt her optics closing and her head lolling.
The elder looked at her and closed his sheet book instead and walked towards a statue that held some well-polished weapons. That surprised her and kept her from fainting.
"I guess you were taught how to fight, right?" Said he suddenly and she jerked up. "I believe all Decepticons are sparked fighting." Then took a slim sword and looked at it before his gaze fell on her again.
"Lady fliers had their own way of fighting." He pointed and for once that seemed to catch her interest. "They were invincible, delicate but deadly... There are no record or memory survived of them fighting... But I remember."
She seemed to have recovered her energy at the idea of learning how to fight now.
"Come here," He ordered and she did so, all the time judging her moves and nodding. "Have you ever touched a sword?"
"No sir."
"Good, so you have no previous technique that will upset your training. Watch me move and save this in your memory because you will perform them for me tomorrow when you are rested, is that clear?"
"Yes sir."
"Good," He finally said before showing her a series of moves that required full control of the body and not even he could do it properly since he lacked wings... But she could get it.
For once she was amazed and wanted to continue, but Alpha Trion called a servant and ordered him to take her back to her quarters, take a warm bath and rest after refuelling.
"Thank you...," She singed for him and went after the servant after he nodded. She could barely wait for the next day, finally this was getting interesting.
Later in the evening when everyone had eaten and most of the sparklings had gone to bed, Optimus went in search of Ultra Magnus. Elita seemed to be doing much better and was relaxing in her quarters. Optimus was glad at her progress, it had been painful watching her suffer so.
"Sir," he said softly, his carrier was sitting in a little alcove of his library, he was absentmindedly reading a data pad and looking out of a nearby window.
"Hmm...Optimus," the larger Mech said in surprise. "I didn't realise you were still up."
"I'm not so tired now," Optimus said with a smile. "Primus, I don't know how you managed it, all those exercises and postures."
Ultra Magnus chuckled, putting his data pad aside as he said. "Ah but I learned at a much easier rate over a longer period. Trion is attempting to cram everything in one go, he wants to leave a good impression."
"I got that," Optimus said wryly. "I wonder what Megatron will think..."
"I'm sure he'll be impressed," Magnus assured his son. "As you're his mate, he will be required to escort you."
"Even though we're courting?" Optimus asked and Magnus nodded.
"As long as Trion and I are there, it will be fine," he told him firmly. "And Valour will be with you, we are introducing both you and him to Autobot society."
"That'll be interesting," Optimus said mildly before asking. "Sir, may I ask you something?"
"Of course, anything," Ultra Magnus said, he wanted his son to feel comfortable about coming to him.
"I've noticed you're rather...uh...dominant with Trion," the blue and red Mech began delicately.
His carrier smiled ruefully, yes, his son was very aware of that and it was entirely his fault.
"He needs someone to dominant him," Magnus said gently. "But I assure you Optimus, I'm not doing anything he doesn't...want shall we say. You just have to be assertive with him, it's good for him I believe."
Optimus nodded, he didn't think his carrier was forcing himself onto his Sire. Alpha Trion always looked rather stiff but he didn't look abused or miserable.
"That's good," he said with a nod. "But I was just wondering...how did you end up carrying me?"
Ultra Magnus paused before saying. "I wasn't always so assertive, we...shared a night together and he was on top."
"Why?" Optimus asked. "It wasn't because you had to prove yourself, was it?"
Ultra Magnus observed his son for a moment before answering: "No, of course not.. How's Elita, I saw she was much better tonight than this morning." He fully expected Optimus to drop the subject wondering how and where he came with said questions.
"She's fine, but-"
"Good, I wonder what put her in such good mood, did she tell you? There must be a reason for a drastic change in her mood; one time she was crying her eight optics out, and the next she's finally refuelling and laughing," Interrupted his carrier.
"Yes, but-" Optimus tried again only to have his creator speak about Wasp, Sentinel and Hotrod; the latter, no matter how beautiful was, was not succeeding in attracting a femme for more than five minutes.
Wasp however had his own harem with jealous and possessive lovers and he always asked for Elita, who doesn't wish to see anybody but Optimus...until tonight.
Tired of trying to get his carrier to answer, Optimus went to bed and stayed there thinking why would his creator evade that question?
As he tried to find an answer and still refused to believe the rumour Elita mentioned, the door of his balcony opened and a big, red opticed mech entered.
"Uh..?" He said as the dark silhouette walked towards his berth.
"Optimus..." It groaned in utter need before jumping his berth making the current resident to yelp in surprise.
Minutes later he was panting and gasping after that amazing and processor blowing overload, he mewled feeling the valve around him spasm from time to time following his mate's spark pulse as he kissed him.
"Hmm... Megatron... Ah! What... What was that? When you...?"
He was silenced again by another demanding kiss and a roll from those hips. "I just needed you... Badly... You know I'm addicted to you... I just love you so much..." The Emperor answered.
Two or three overloads later, Optimus was on top of Megatron and still between his legs as they cuddled.
"Is something bothering you, love? I was not too demanding, was I?" Megatron tried, and as Optimus didn't answered he said: "Oh... Frag... I did it again... I'm sorry.. I... I didn't meant to come here to disturb you..."
"Its okay..." Optimus lifted up from his mate's chest and kissed him softly on the lips. "Is... Something else that worries me."
That took Megatron's attentions and looked up at him. "What is it? Can I help?"
"N- no... Is nothing... Its just my creators...," He started and Megatron let him continue. "I was told of a rumour... An initiation ritual in which my carrier had to... To..." He tried but was unable to finish; but for his surprise, Megatron did it for him.
"Let Alpha Trion to frag him as a test of his loyalty? To let that old decrepit thing to pierce through his seal to prove how obedient he is to the dominant class?"
That froze Optimus's spark. He hadn't expected to have all the answers in such short sentence.
"Are you alright?" Megatron said in concern, feeling Optimus's turmoil of emotions.
"I...I had no idea," Optimus muttered as his mate cupped his cheek and said gently.
"Magnus loves you, I can see that and even that ancient thing who calls himself your Sire seems to care. If he had you at the start of his career, he probably didn't know how to care for you properly. I doubt anyone could have predicted that Alpha Trion was still capable of producing offspring."
This made Optimus half smile, he did have a ridiculously old Sire.
"He made sure you went to a good family and he still saw you," Megatron now reminded him. "That shows he cared about you, I'm sure if he could do it again, with the confidence he know possess, he'd have never let you go."
"I guess I can't complain too much," Optimus sighed. "I gave up our son..."
Megatron pulled him down and kissed him.
"We both made mistakes," he said quietly. "But you knew Ratchet would do well by him, he did have a wonderful mother."
"I'm glad you can see that now," Optimus said before settling and nuzzling his mate's cheek. "She always treated me like a brother, if you'll let her, she could be your sister as well."
This made the grey Mech below him smile ruefully.
"I always wondered what having a sibling would be like," he admitted. "My Sire used to state I was enough of a handful without creating another me."
Optimus laughed out loud and Megatron smiled, glad he'd cheered him up. He could understand why Ultra Magnus wouldn't have felt confident about going to Alpha Trion about his pregnancy, in fact it was probably a good thing. Who knows what that old decrepit Mech would have done to his beloved…
..or where he might be now and who he will be.
But this is what happened and this is what it matters.
Ultra Magnus is a servant, at the service of the Council and those old bastards wanted to know how much they could push him, how much they could take.
Ratchet told him that the Magnus was an excellent elite, the best of his generation, focused in his work, in being better and nothing else... He was an untouched virgin when Alpha Trion demanded his services... His 'loyalty'.
It was disgusting what the ancient bastard did to his Magnus, and this one, being unexperienced in all those areas must have felt so insecure and confused, so easy to handle to whatever purpose the Council had.
It wasn't hard to believe with those thoughts in mind why he gave away Optimus... He must have felt so desperate and alone...an unexperienced creator carrying unexpectedly at the beginning of his career.
Then again, how did Alpha Trion never knew until now? ...until Magnus announced he carried...
Alpha Trion knew he was one of Optimus' creators then, which means he was the only mech who was with Ultra.
How horrible... The Magnus was practically raped!
Ratchet never told him this, but now was easy to guess, the Magnus was carrying, he proved his loyalty, but what if the High Councilmech was not interested in him anymore and refused to hear anything else that was not related to Cybertron?
Megatron couldn't help but feel pity for his counterpart and the last proved why Alpha Trion never knew about Optimus until now.
...but what Megatron didn't realized was that Optimus heard every single thought that went through his head since they merged and strengthened the bond recently. The young Prime once again was shocked and horrified...
...he was forced into his poor carrier! But still he looked after him and loved him from the distance, and protected him from the Council... Because he knew if he was discovered when a sparkling, Alpha Trion would have claimed him and turned him into his clone... Or worse.
"My poor carrier..." Optimus whispered in tears while lying on Megatron's chest.
It was then when the other realised that Optimus somehow heard and saw everything he thought. "I owe him so much..." His mate continued and he caressed his back gently.
'Yet he couldn't protect you from me...' Megatron thought and Optimus looked up at him in shock as if he heard.
His beautiful face stained with tears.
"Megatron..." He whispered hoarsely before reaching up for him again and kissed him desperately; his spike re-hardened into the grey mech's valve that embraced him powerfully before he thrust again and again into the welcoming heat, forgetting in their passion all the problems from the past.
The Emperor let him and spread his legs wide allowing Optimus to go deeper and urging him to make him faster, after all, his valve was wet enough from their previous overloads to allow Optimus' thick spike to 'punish' him as he desired.
The spike's head rammed over and over again against that deep hidden node that made the Emperor cry out for Primus and scream in ecstasy before it swelled and shot it's delicious, burning cocktail deep inside his chamber. Optimus remained still for a moment, then thrust once or twice more releasing the last of his ejaculations in the constricting valve...then everything turned dark for the lovers.
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Author's note. There is an upcoming ball in the next chapter but how does that go? What secrets will soon be revealed and what surprises will unfold? Find out next time, until then.