Servant

by MissCHSparkles

AU. Megatron has successfully conquered Cybertron and now he demands tributes. Unfortunately for a young Prime, he is that tribute and now must become the consort to the emperor and becomes Sparked. By chance, he manages to smuggle his offspring out so that he might experience the freedom his carrier has been denied. But what will happen when Valour's path crosses that of his Sire?

24. Chapter 24

Author's note. Written by me and the-writing-mew.

Sorry for the wait, enjoy the long chapter.

Enjoy and please review.

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Honour cried and clawed at Hook as this one tried to clean her. She wanted her carrier and was NOT going to feed from anyone or anything that was not him!

"Stay put!" The old medic barked. "You're just like your carrier! Wild and, and... Stop moving!"

The femmling continued crying and scratch him not hearing him.

"Fine! That's it! I've tolerated you enough because you were a femme! But I've had enough!"

Said this, he turned her around and placed her wiggling form against his knees and...

*Spank!*

Honour's big blue optics widened and a gasp filled her little vents at the strange and unpleasant feeling of something landing roughly against her rear. But seconds later she resumed her wrestling fight with the old mech that repeated the process over and over again.

When Honour realised what was happening, she tried to get free from him with more vigour. Whatever he was doing hurt... And now she was crying more in pain than in need of her carrier.

...or humiliation as other sparklings looked at the scene with wide optics... Especially the seekerlets that were all huddled together looking worriedly at the spanking season.

"You. Are. To. Behave. Like. The. Princess. You. Are!" The CMO pointed out each word with another spanking.

Valour seemed ready to rescue his little sister from this 'violence' but Slipstream stopped him, and when he looked at her, she just shook her head as if telling him this was necessary.

At the end of the spanking, Honour was still crying, but in silence now.

Thick silence followed; even Knock Out was silent as he watched her in pity. This was different than seeing her crying because she didn't wanted to leave her carrier... It was something else.

His carrier never did that to him.

"Shh..." Hook cooed while hugging the sobbing princess to his chest. "It's over, now you will behave, your carrier will never abandon you, he will return, you will see."

Honour continued sobbing, then felt a little hand against her head, and lifting up her gaze she saw the concerned red optics of his crimson friend. Immediately she grabbed him as if he was a doll and hugged him against her chest tightly.

Knock Out didn't protest much, he somehow knew she needed this... Well, at least she was not scratching him...but not letting him go to play with the others either!

"That's better," Hook said with a small smile. "Everything will be better now."

"What happened?" Valour questioned, now moving a bit closer.

Looking at Valour, Hook said. "As I'm sure your Sire will happily tell you, I have lived for a while. I remember your Sire being born, his father and his father...I've watched them all grow up. And let me tell you, they could be real brats."

"Really?" Valour asked.

"Yes," Hook said, rubbing Honour's head as she continued to cry. "Megatron's sire didn't turn out so bad but Megatron wasn't quite as disciplined as he could have been. Which is how the whole thing with the Consort happened, instead of him courting him properly."

"I thought that was because it's how Decepticons do things?" Valour said with a frown.

"It is...sort of but we don't bond that quickly," Hook assured him. "Claiming our mate is traditional but we would still court them. We don't force them into being our mate like that, it's wrong. Thankfully, your Sire realised that before it was too late but that's why it's important your sister learn while she's young."

"I understand," Valour said softly, reaching out to give his sister a little pat.

"Now young lady," Hook said as Honour started to calm down a little. "You won't believe me but I actually don't enjoy spanking little bots...even if they need it."

Honour just hiccupped, looking up at him with watery optics. She was still holding Knockout close to her body.

"I know you love your carrier and don't want to be away from him," Hook began. "It's hard when he and Optimus have to leave for extended periods, no sparkling enjoys that. But you have to remember, you don't just have a carrier. You also have a Sire and a brother who love you very much as well as friends and other family. It's wrong to push them away, they want to be with you."

As she continued to stare at him, he added.

"You have to learn to share, little one. There will be times when your carrier wants to spend some time with your brother or Sire and you must let them. Do you understand?"

She sniffed loudly before snuggling into his warm armour. He smiled, this probably hadn't solved everything but it was a start. Patting her head, he said.

"Look, your brother wants to give you a hug."

Valour smiled and opened up his arms. Honour chirped before allowing herself to be placed into those arms, Hook carefully lifting up his son. Valour hugged his little sister close, listening to her purr.

"Much better," the old Mech sighed. "Now, why don't we all relax and watch a holo-vid?"

The Seekerlets all cheered, that sounded great to them. Slipstream smiled, pleased at the turns of events.

"He certainly knows what he's doing," mused Mirage, referring to Hook.

She just nodded at him still watched her friend hold onto his little sister.

Somehow Slipstream believes she will be bigger than her older brother, and a big brat sparkling was not a good combination.

Mirage tried to catch her attention again as the prince was distracted with his sister. "Would you like to go around for a walk, lady Slipstream?"

Big red optics looked at his own blue ones... His decided blue ones.

"You never give up, right?" She tried to be polite, but honestly it was annoying all his attentions towards her. And the worst was that she couldn't beat him like she did to Dreadwing... Not unless he tried to dominate her.

The other sparkling gave her a sultry smile before reaching towards her and kissed her cheek. "No, never," He added.

Slipstream couldn't help but grunt in disapproval and clean her face with the back of her hand. If her mentor saw her doing it, he may spank her, but she couldn't help it.

Mirage chuckled at her actions and closed again the distance between them before whispering in her audio... In that ancient language she and her friends talked:

*"I've been after you for millennia, and yet you still look for his approval? You know he will never see you as more than a friend... Especially if he awakens."*

Her optics widened and pushed him away. Looking straight at his optics she could finally deduce who was this mechling... Who he really is.

The other just smirked at her before she hissed in that same language:

*"You have no idea! He will be mine! He will understand!"*

Mirage just shook his head and sighed. *"When your spark is in pieces, come to me, I'll gladly help you to put the parts back together."* And with that he kissed her again and walked away.

Valour might be possessive of her now, but that doesn't means he will end up bonding with her. And when she's devastated by the fact that she was blinded in a fake illusion, he will be there to comfort her...gladly. And perhaps then she will finally accept him.

Calling his servant, he ordered to be taken back home. He will let Slipstream to consider his words.

Meanwhile the seeker femmling looked in worry at her betrothed. She loves him, always did, but just as Mirage told her, he'd never seen her as more than just a friend.

Remembering a rejection that happened several thousands of centuries ago, she took her hand to her spark and walked away towards the gardens with lowered wings.

He once told her he didn't love her like that, that he will protect her, but that he was not ready to be her, or anyone else's mate. She was so devastated that without thinking about it, placed herself right in front of the battle against the quintessons and they killed her.

However now, she wondered if he matured enough to accept her, to love her back. She prayed to Primus for it. She might not be able to survive another rejection.

"Slips?" Came the voice of the one she loves, and her spark gave a jump. "You ok?"

He was with a sleeping Honour in his arms and earlier noticed nor she or Mirage were around.

"Yes... I'm fine... Just thinking," Was her answer.

"Are you sad?" The prince tried reaching closer and watched her tears. "Why?"

"Nothing you can understand... Yet."

"Try me," He said now touching her cheeks and dried her tears.

She sniffed before saying. "Do you think we'll bond some day?"

"I think so," he said. "Are you worried we won't?"

Nodding her head, she said softly. "I don't think I could be with anyone else but you. I know that for certain, I love you."

"I love you too," he said earnestly and she smiled sadly.

"Not like I do," she stated.

"No," he admitted. "But we're both too young to bond anyway. I'm sorry I can't say I love you like a grown up, I can't help it."

"I know you can't, I'm not demanding you love me like that now," she said hastily, she didn't want confusion. "But...I'm worried you won't love me when you're older."

Valour was silent, still carefully holding his sleeping sister. Finally he said.

"I don't know how to answer that," he stated. "I have no idea if I'll change when I'm older, it's just impossible right now for me. I do know I really like having you as my femmefriend and I don't want you being betrothed to Mirage."

"You don't?" she asked.

"No way," he said firmly. "When he starts, I feel...funny."

"Funny?" she questioned.

"Like I really, really don't want him with you and just want you to be with me," he explained. "My Sire explained it's normal to feel like that."

Slipstream suddenly felt a lot lighter, if he really didn't like it with other potential rivals where with her...maybe they really did have a chance after all. Valour leaned forward and gave her a kiss, smiling. Mirage wasn't going to take his femme.

...

"Mmm," Arcee murmured in satisfaction. "That was wonderful."

Ratchet grunted in agreement, he was currently lying on his back with Arcee on top of him. They had spent quite a lot of time making love but now he was exhausted. He had no idea what time it was but it was definitely still night. Right now, he had no desire to move from the spot especially with such a young and pretty femme on top.

"I've never been to a ball like this," she said with a giggle. "But I suppose it was a big occasion."

"Hmm," he agreed, it was still very hard to believe his little sparkling had bonded and birthed a sparkling. It seemed no time at all that he'd held her in his arms for the very first time. He inwardly sighed, he still missed his mate dearly. Not very appropriate when you're with another femme but he couldn't help it.

"So," his partner said coyly, running a hand up and down his chest. "What are we up to tomorrow?"

"Probably already is tomorrow," he mumbled, making her laugh.

"Yes..." She added while chuckling before cooing softly.

His soft spike was still within her and felt nice to have it in there, along with the burning and ticklish fluids he ejaculated in her.

That thought caused her occupied valve to tighten back around him making him grunt, so she reached up for him and pecked him on the lips.

She had other lovers in the past and that was how she'd earned her experience in the area, however none of them made her feel like Ratchet did. He was one of a kind, an amazing and caring lover.

Arcee was seriously considering in making him her bonded, but doubted the medic will ask, so she will need to find the perfect moment to ask him.

"If you want to continue, you better look for someone's younger's spike... Mine is tired," Said the old medic almost dozing off.

The young femme beneath him chuckled and kissed him softly. "I only want yours."

"Its rusted and old... Perhaps if one of those young and single shuttles are still free, you can take an audience with them," Offered the elder.

Arcee lifted up an optic ridge; "Would you like me to go and ride someone else? You don't care about that?"

"Its not that... I do care...and because I care is why I want the best for you... If you're still horny and I'm tired, I will not get upset if you go somewhere out there to get rid of your thirst... I'm too old and rusted to satisfy you completely," He added groggily while almost asleep now.

The young femme just shook her head. "You're not old or decrepit as I once told you... And if you're rusted, then I can oil your machine so it can work better again..." She added in a seductive tone, meaning to awake his lust before rolling her hips again.

He just moaned and smiled as recharge seemed to be wining him the battle.

The younger femme continued with her rolling motion feeling how her valve involuntarily clenched around his hardening spike.

She touched and caressed her own external node as she softly rode the now hard spike; her valve lubricated more and it escaped from her sides, sticking her inner tights.

Then, now that he was asleep, he was at her mercy, so she unsubspaced a dildo -her lonely friend for a long time- turned herself around giving him her back, lifted up his legs, spread them, and gently eased in her personal vibrator...before onlining it to the lowest setting.

Ratchet moaned in his sleep, his valve lubricating more with the stimulating vibrations of the gentle intruder...also causing his spike to harden more inside Arcee and to swell in her, deliciously stretching her.

"Ooohhh... Ratchet...hmmmph!" She bit back her lower lip while riding him softly.

The gentle vibrations of the devise in the other's valve somehow reached his spike, causing it to twitch and rattle really softly...a pleasing enough feeling for Arcee to ride him deeper. She didn't even needed to move the vibrator!

Unconsciously Ratchet took hold of her narrow hips and caressed them and also that lovely pink aft. She moaned wantonly in return.

Ratchet was currently experiencing the best wet dream he'd ever have. The femme above him was all at once Arcee and his beloved mate, allowing him to fully enjoy himself with no guilt. He grasped those beautiful hips firmly, running his fingers across her aft as he started to thrust into her. Strangely, his valve felt alive with the distinctly familiar sensations of pleasure, it almost seemed to be buzzing.

Then again, this was a dream and just about anything could happen within a recharge cycle.

"Ooh," he groaned, his mouth obscenely open with a tiny bit of drool. His whole body was on fire but thankfully in this dream, he possessed a young, flexible form which could easily keep up with his young lover. In fact, he felt so good that...

"Ah!" Arcee yelped as her lover grasped her and suddenly swung her so, meaning that she was now lying flat on her back.

She stared upwards, had Ratchet awoken? No, his optics were still completely dim and his expression was rather slack, he was still asleep. This amazed her, Ratchet was recharging and yet appeared fully intent on utterly ravishing her. Well, she wasn't about to complain, this was just what she wanted.

"So much for too rusted," she chuckled to herself, reaching up to kiss him and wondering just how he'd react when he woke up.

...

"Mmm," Hook murmured to himself as he carefully fed Honour, the little femme had just woken up and was hungry. All of the sparklings were settled in their beds or little nests so he'd been enjoying some peace until Honour had awoken. He was not upset, it was common for sparklings her age to wake at least once during a recharge cycle so they could feed.

His little Knockout would certainly wake at some point before morning. Because Hook was a medic, he was well used to 'night shifts' so he wasn't bothered by the fact he had to stay awake even when his charges were all sleeping.

"How many sparklings are going to be produced tonight?" he asked the little princess as she suckled, her optics half closed as she cuddled into him.

She didn't answer and he chuckled.

"And you know what Princess? When it happens, it'll come as a complete surprised to those over interfaced younglings. In fact, you might not be the youngest in your family anymore."

The sparkling just made a gurgling sound.

"I suppose we'll just have to see," he said in a soft voice so he didn't disturb her. Last thing he wanted was a crying sparklings, that could easily lead to a lot more crying sparklings. If the Emperor did decide to have more, he'd better make sure his daughter was better behaved.

After he'd spanked and then comforted her, she'd behaved for the rest of the evening until she'd been put to bed but it could not last. Bad behaviour was generally not cured in a single sitting, she'd require constant firm but fair discipline. If she didn't get that, then if a younger sibling came alone, she would not cope with it very well.

But if her family were vigilant and consistent, then she would grow into a perfect lady. Well, perhaps lady warrior was more accurate, he could definitely envision that for her.

"Megatron's feminine version," He stated softly also caressing his sleeping son against his chest...that now Honour found and grabbed him again as a doll and hugged him to her frame. He didn't protested and continued sleeping unmolested.

The old CMO sighed. She was already bigger than his son and he can see her growing bigger than Valour.

He remembered Megatron's sire and carrier. Both were little brats, wild as no other, causing headaches to everyone until one of them ended with spark and they were forced by their society to bond.

Before that they were just friends and partners in crime...with benefits, but when little Megatron was born, their lives, along with their attitudes changed completely; it must have been because they saw their combined naughty codes in their son... And Primus! But this mechling was something!

He even caused his grandsire, the Emperor by then, a spark attack!

...well...three actually that he had to leave the throne to his son and mate.

And things got worse when he met Starscream...another little winged menace.

Hook chuckled lowly remembering that. His sire even took the hard decision to sterilize himself to not produce more little brats like him and his mate, and indeed, both had the hands full with him only...and feared to see the same happening to him when he bonded Starscream, because everything pointed to that...

...but the biggest surprise was when they discovered the two youngers interfacing one night.

Megatron's carrier had a spark attack right there. Honestly they still held the hope of both his son and the seeker to not bond and produce...hard to educate children, but that night their suspicious became true and they believed the two would bond no matter what.

His carrier died, and his sire was left really weak after that, so Megatron had to take charge and finally end with the crown and empire on his head and shoulders.

For years him and Starscream were together messing around and watching the empire... Until Cybertron was added to their list of conquers.

"Thanks Primus those two are not bonded... Or the universe would have exploded in a who knows what with their children," Hook sighed in relief at the thought.

Honour just cooed.

...

"Ohhh... Star... My star...uhhh...deeper...ohhh yes...!" Skyfire moaned in bliss as the thick and long spike of his seeker stretches and pierces his oversensitive valve. He really loves when Starscream dominates him, his spike in him felt absolutely delicious, just as the fire liquid that was pumped in him.

But what he loved the most was the tight knot feeling that formed deep in his abdomen as his charge increased, very much different from spiking someone and much more potent.

"Oooohhh...yeeahh...ooohh...!" Shamelessly moaned the big, white mech his utter pleasure as the air commander pounded into him, causing his wings to rattle and shiver in delight. "Ohh... Star...please...don't stop...ohhh yes...ohhh yes...more...yess...!"

Starscream smirked and pumped himself harder against that white aft, feeling pleasure at the sounds the other was doing.

Skyfire, all on fours lowered his upper torso and lifted up more his aft, offering more from himself to that perfect spike, to tell him how much he enjoyed and loved what he was giving him.

His valve started spasming erratically and the overheated spike in him swelled stretching more his tightening rim. Both were close... If the growing charge in his abdomen wasn't proof enough.

Why Skyfall forbid them from being spiked? It was amazing!

"Oh...just a little bit more," he pleaded, trembling with anticipation.

"With pleasure," Starscream growled, gripping him tightly. Skyfall was indeed a fool to forbid his family from interfacing with those of the same gender. It was ridiculous, especially as they could produce children with either gender. Sure, femmes were more fertile and a little better equipped to carry lots of sparklings but he had certainly proved that Mechs could have more than a couple of children.

He was just a controlling wretch who almost ruined his own family.

"Oh...ooh!" Skyfire gasped, the charge was so great that he felt like he would pass out.

"Almost there darling," Starscream assured him, still thrusting away.

Indeed, he was closer than he thought because just a moment later, overload hit them both. Skyfire screamed as his lover's hot load pumped hard and fast into him, filling him up to the brim. The charge seemed to explode and he slumped forward, his aft still in the air as Starscream more than lived up to his name.

"Oh Primus," mumbled the seeker, slumping forward against his lover, that had been some overload. It was almost as though they hadn't interfaced in a very long time. He kissed the metal in front of him, he was so lucky to have found his bond mate.

Skyfire didn't reply, he'd fallen into recharge from the sheer force of the overload. Starscream didn't mind, he just cuddled the large after he was against, enjoying the feel of the hot metal.

Near them, soft music sounded, the crystals shined, lightened up and down, absorbing the loud sounds of pleasure from other lovers.

Whoever created this garden, was a genius.

With that last thought in mind, Starscream pulled out and cuddled against his now comatose lover. He was exhausted too and for a second wondered himself how will they react to the sunlight in the morning.

...

His answer came, but in form of a darkened and cloudy sky as if a storm was approaching.

The soft wind was fresh and felt nice against the overheated and now recharging couples' bodies.

Not one, not even a single one of them reacted to the weather, in fact, it worked to make them sleep the better.

Aides and silent servants walked around and cleaned everything they could get in complete silence, before one of them released multiple little spider-like drones that crawled around fast, looking for some recharging individuals, and once some could get their legs on a mech or a femme, they immediately cleaned them from any trace of fluids or scratches, then moved onto the next and so on.

This couples were nobles in the majority, they would like to look presentable once they awake and shares a nice breakfast with others or their mates.

The little drones worked uninterrupted since the recharging mechs and femmes were practically unconscious and this little creatures' work was soft enough to not disturb them.

When the aides, servants and spider-drones finished cleaning, they served the breakfast onto the big tables and then left...until someone calls them again.

A big, black and old shuttle mech watched as the servants left with a stoic face controlling them to do their jobs just as the little drones with an electronic pad.

He sighed and walked away too. He was too old to participate in this things, also single... He liked to be single and always set his firm mind to his tyrannical brother Skyfall, no matter how many pretty little femmes he tried to force in his bed...or onto his spike.

He just hoped when the fragger dies, he suffers.

With him leaving the last, the peace returned to the gardens.

Hours later however, the first mech started to stir... And groan.

Alpha Trion felt heavy but also incredibly relaxed. Ultra Magnus' arms still encased his body keeping him warm.

Last night was amazing, he had to admit it, whatever his lover did to him was so intense he was sure he could hear Primus himself sing.

He onlined his blue optics and allowed them to calibrate to the light, then surprised himself to find his frame clean and next them a bowl of sweets with two cubes of energon.

A smile was unconsciously drawn in his face and he sighed cuddling better against those powerful arms.

Then a thought crossed his mind... How things would have been if his lover would have confessed he was carrying Optimus before?

"Trion...?" Rasped the mech holding him.

"Oh," he started, he hadn't realised that his lover was awake. "Y-you're awake."

"More or less," yawned the other. "What time is it?"

"Uh, breakfast time," Alpha Trion said, not feeling very articulate. "Would you uh...like a cube?"

"Sounds great," Ultra Magnus stated, sitting up and spying the food.

Alpha Trion took one of the cubes and offered it to the younger Mech who accepted it gratefully. The older Mech delicately took a couple of sweets while Ultra Magnus gulped down his Energon, he was feeling rather low on fuel.

"Something wrong?" he gasped after he'd finished swallowing.

"It's nothing," The High CouncilMech muttered, placing a sweet in his mouth.

Ultra Magnus gave him a serious look and said. "I can tell something is bothering you Trion. Come on, tell me."

"It's foolish," Alpha Trion muttered, lifting up another sweet.

His lover grabbed his hand and lifted it to his lips, gently taking the crystal sweet into his mouth while kissing Alpha Trion. Still holding his hand, he said.

"I won't think it's foolish," he promised, kissing his hand again. "Please tell me."

"I...," Alpha Trion began before swallowing heavily. "Well you see...I was just pondering the idea..."

"Yes?" Ultra Magnus prompted.

"...What if you had told me about Optimus...while you were carrying him."

The Magnus was silent for a moment before he finally spoke.

"Do you wish we could have been together?"

Alpha Trion looked down and nodded.

"I know we have Aurora and she's perfect but I can't help but regret not seeing my son grow up. And I'm not even sure how I would have reacted."

Ultra Magnus nodded in understanding.

"I understand," he stated. "I got to see him and know who he was but I sometimes wonder what bringing him up would have been like. Having him call me daddy and come to me when he was distressed. You would have wanted him, wouldn't you Trion?"

"I know I would," Alpha Trion agreed. "But I'm not sure what else I would have done. I would have wanted to bring him up a certain way."

"And I would have wanted to bring him up another way," Ultra Magnus chuckled. "I was a new Magnus, I didn't want the confidence I do now. I did not think you would be interested in a little Sparkling."

"I would always be interested in a child of mine," exclaimed the old Mech.

"Good," Ultra Magnus said, kissing his hand which tasted of sweets.

"I would probably have protected him from Megatron snatching him away... he would have been a Senator, a Counclimech," The eldest continued. Magnus allowed him to rant, for now. "He wouldn't have taken him so easily."

"You think? He seemed decided to have him, I feared for our people, especially for Optimus, I feared he would have just taken him by force and enslave us all," Said guiltily the younger. It still hurts him the fact that he was so powerless to do anything else but to beg Megatron to take it slow with his only son.

Thing that was unheard in the end.

Alpha Trion grunted. His mate was right; the other councilmech would have probably voted to sell him to the Emperor no matter what, just to save their rears.

Well, that was exactly what happened, he'd also thrown the thing in Magnus' hands and could have cared less what he did to save them all from that brute tyrant.

Even sell one of their own.

What difference there was between an Optimus Prime and a Councilmech Senator Optimus? They were at Megatron's mercy by then, if he wanted something, he got it... as he called it 'tributes'.

The elder sighed; yes, they would have ended up selling their son nonetheless.

"At least I would have insisted in the courting process and for them to have a ceremony and a party before the fragger can even think about raping my son!" Alpha Trion declared and Magnus shook his head.

"Believe me, he'd thought about fragging him the second he'd saw him. I've seen his optics roam all over our son's frame."

Alpha Trion grunted again. "Brute, vulgar and uneducated Decepticon. Couldn't he even fake that it wasn't so obvious?"

His lover shook his head as an answer.

"Huh!" The eldest huffed in indignation. "It seems the only missing thing from that scene is his spike escaping him and pointing to our poor Optimus!"

Magnus just drunk more from his cube not wishing to answer to that while looking around awkwardly.

"And everything points that Honour is following her carrier's path! I just hope Megatron never carries again! It's bad for the universe!"

His mate just chuckled.

"I can guess he was just like that when her age!" Continued the red mech before drinking from his own cube. "But I am going to get that femme straight as a ruler! Or I'm not the son of Prima and Nova!"

Ultra Magnus' optics widened at that last statement that made him remember what he'd seen when they merged that night. In the end he just drunk more from his energon deciding to keep this from his mate... that continued ranting about the 'uneducated' way of the Decepticons.

...

Meanwhile, Optimus had woken up a little groggily but was completely clean like all the other couples. He blinked a few times before looking down at his snoring mate. His face melted into fondness at the sight, especially at the satisfied expression on his mate.

"You're insatiable," Optimus informed the sleeping overgrown lug who just continued snoring.

Optimus chuckled, wondering what Megatron must have been like as a teenager. Probably self-servicing all the time and finding bots to sleep with him, he could easily imagine that. What a little terror he must have been. Maybe he should ask Hook about what Megatron had been like when he was younger, the old Mech was bound to have good stories to tell.

Chuckling at this thought, Optimus grabbed a cube and took a very grateful gulp. He hoped the children were doing well, he wanted to do something fun with Valour and Honour if she allowed it. He hoped she hadn't given Hook too much trouble, she was as stubborn as her carrier. He wanted to be close to her, but so far, she'd been unwilling which saddened him.

"I don't want to miss out on her growing up," he murmured softly, stroking Megatron's face.

He jumped as Megatron suddenly stretched and then wrapped his arms around Optimus's face, pulling him close. Optimus's expression became amused as Megatron tried to bury his face between his legs, cuddling him close.

"I think we may have to establish some rules," Optimus told his oblivious mate teasingly. "You can't run your Empire if all we do is frag."

No response.

He looked around, the gardens were quiet, couples were either sleeping or perhaps had headed inside. The celebration had been a big success, a nice blend of Autobot and Decepticon culture. As long as the shuttles didn't embrace seeker habits and start interfacing in public, he didn't want bots getting spark attacks from the sight.

Since Megatron didn't look like he was going to wake up any time soon, he decided to contemplate what he would be doing in the near future. As well as spending time with his children, he also wanted to continue his training. He was feeling a lot more like the Prime he'd trained to be, instead of a trophy clinging to the Emperor's arm. Elita...or Blackarchania as she preferred to be called had told him that he'd definitely regained a lot of his old skill. When they both had time, they'd started doing a little sparring together, remembering the good old days at the academy.

He smiled and drank some more of his cube.

...

Later that day everyone gathered back and shared the dinner, still celebrating the new mates' lives and chatting among each other.

But as time advanced, Alpha Trion was eager to return the Magnus' Estate to check on his daughter and the rest of the sparklings, so, because of his insistency to his mate, they left first.

When they arrived, he immediately went searching for Aurora, but seemed to be unable to find her.

"Calm down, Trion, she must be playing around with her friends," His mate assured him.

The old mech just grunted as he looked around... only to see his granddaughter sparring with that little ruby red mechling. He lifted an optic ridge at that. She definitely needs education it seems.

She also seemed to be trying to coax the little mechling to do something, but he was unwilling to obey her and that is why they were sparring.

Finally she used her weight against him to win the match; Knock Out was left unable to move against his back just before she, out of nowhere, licked his pristine, white face.

The old Councilmech yelped at that. She was just as brute as the Decepticons he'd seen around! He will not allow it!

As he stomped towards them, Honour lifted up her little friend and hugged him against her chest as if he was her little doll. The mechling's grunts and scowls were ignored by her as she lived her victory.

"No, no, no, bad femmling! We do not dominate our friends!" Said the ancient mech while taking him up and away from her, who cried in indignation as her favourite toy was taken.

Immediately Knock Out attached himself to his saviour and mocked her while pulling out his little glossa.

Ultra Magnus watched everything with a combination of curiosity and worry. THAT was exactly what was happening nowadays in their society, Decepticons trying to dominate bots against their will, some liked it, some others...didn't take it well and it involved problems with their justice.

"No, bad mechling! We do not show others our glossas!" Instructed the old mech causing the little red mech to cover his mouth in shame.

Honour continued crying, but since she was being ignored then stopped and started climbing up her grandsire's leg to get her little friend back.

"Hey! And who told you that you can climb on me? Ladies, especially princesses don't climb bots!" Said Alpha trion only to be ignored by her as she reached her goal and hugged back her now grumbling friend before snuggling him.

"Bad femmling!" Tried again the old mech this time passing the red mechling to Ultra Magnus and stepped away from him with her in arms.

Honour didn't even wasted a second, not a sound, before jumping away from his grasp towards her grandcarrier's arms to do the same with her favourite, and sighing -now surrendering- toy.

Both old mechs were left speechless. One, because she will be a difficult case to train, and the other... at her insistence on something...and at how she can jump that far...and at such young age!

"She really wants that Mechling," stated Ultra Magnus in wonder.

"This is ridiculous," Alpha Trion exclaimed. "She is a sparkling, how can she be choosing a mate? I have never seen an Autobot sparkling or even youngling behave in such a fashion."

"It does appear hardwired into their systems," admitted Ultra Magnus slowly, wondering if he should try to take Honour again.

"Bah," his mate said. "Valour never acted like that until he was introduced to the Decepticon culture. Mark my words, he would have grown up as a normal sparkling until Slipstream spotted him."

"Who knows," the Autobot Magnus said reasonably. "It's possible he would have acted like that anyway...but at least his Autobot coding helps."

"So why doesn't it help with her?" Alpha Trion wanted to know, scowling down at his granddaughter. "She might as well have inherited all her carrier's code."

The other Mech couldn't say anything to that.

"Honour, Knockout is NOT a toy," the old Mech now tried to tell the young femme. "He does not want to spend his whole life being squeezed by you, release him this instant."

The little red Mechling just sighed as Honour ignored her grandfather and continued to snuggle him.

"Perhaps we should locate Hook?" suggested Ultra Magnus. "He can separate them."

"An excellent idea," agreed the other Mech. "I want to see how my daughter is doing anyway."

With Alpha Trion carrying the two sparklings, they went off in search of the old medic. After a few minutes, they discovered him tiredly sitting at a garden table, being served some tea by Valour. Ultra Magnus couldn't help but smile, his grandson was such a good little sparkling and he was sure he'd grow into a fine prince.

"Hi," Valour greeted when he spotted him.

"Hello Valour," Ultra Magnus greeted warmly as Alpha Trion immediately said. "Hook, please detach your son from my granddaughter."

"She found him," sighed Hook, hauling himself to his feet.

"She always does," Valour piped up. "She escapes and goes looking for him."

"That's true," Hook acknowledged before lifting the sparklings from Alpha Trion's grip and giving the femling a stern look.

"Honour," he said warningly. "Let go of my son."

She scowled at him, hugging her toy closely.

"Ultra Magnus, would you take hold of her," Hook said calmly. "I'm going to get her to let go and I don't want her falling."

"Very well," the younger Mech said, obeying the request and gently taking hold of the femme sparkling.

Hook began to run his free hand over her, looking for certain spots on her body. She yelped as he applied pressure on them and tried to swat him away with one hand. He continued regardless and she was forced to let go and then wailed as her grandfather took her off Knockout. The little red sparkling sighed in relief and cuddled into his carrier's embrace, relieved to have a moment to himself.

"None of that," Hook told her, unimpressed by her wails as she attempted to escape Ultra Magnus's grip. "If you keep this up, I'm not bringing Knockout round to play anymore. I'll just have Alpha Trion come round for private lessons."

Seeing where the other was going, Alpha Trion stated. "Yes indeed."

Honour stared in horror at them, she did not want that at all.

"Behave," Hook said firmly, leaving no room for argument. "Don't try to jump back here, I'm going to relax with my son and I won't be bothered by you."

And he promptly sat down.

"Grandfather, grandpapa, would you like some tea too?" Valour asked, extremely impressed with how Hook had handled his little sister.

"Yes thank you," Alpha Trion said graciously, taking a welcome seat along with his mate now holding a pouting Honour.

Carefully, Valour poured some tea into fresh cups and presented them to his grandparents.

"Was it a fun party?" he asked curiously and Hook hid a smirk as the couple shifted slightly.

"It was beautiful," Ultra Magnus finally said honestly. "To see all those couples finally able to bond and express their love, it was a magically thing."

"Yes, it was a great success," Alpha Trion added, sipping his tea delicately. "But the party went on rather late so I believe your creators are having a lie in."

Hook's smirk widened even more as he gently stroked his young son who yawned. The sparklings had been for the official party but had missed the celebrations afterwards. He personally didn't care that he had not been present but that didn't mean he couldn't be amused at all the different couple's actions.

"Will they come round later?" Valour asked, he wanted to spend some time with his creators before they had to head off.

"I'm sure they will be," his grandfather assured him.

As they continued drinking their tea, and Knockout seemed ready to fall asleep with all the quiet cuddling his carrier provided, Ultra Magnus watched worriedly at his granddaughter's intent blue optics on the red mechling... As if she was a cyber hound after her prey that was right in front of her.

She somehow wishes to 'dominate' the smaller mechling and he wondered why... What had he done to catch her attentions?

After all, all the cases he had to attend about Autobots demanding their Decepticons counterparts to stop trying to 'dominate' or harass them, in all those cases they did something to catch their attentions, as if something triggered it...

...it was his mistake however to tell Megatron how good his son was, which only worked to make the Emperor more interested in him than he already was because of his looks.

So, this mechling must have done something to her... But what?

He also feared Honour becomes the feminine version of her carrier and ends up forcing the mech she desires to be hers.

"Hook, have you seen Aurora?" The old councilmech asked interrupting the Magnus' thread of thoughts for a moment.

...but before the old decepticon mech can answer, Valour did.

"I did, she is around those crystals," He said pointing at a certain place. "...with Solar."

At the mention of the little shuttle baby, Ultra Magnus lifted up an optic ridge... He, with his daughter... He wondered how would Alpha Trion take the news that those two are destined mates...

...even he was scared at the idea but knew that when a shuttle imprints on someone...

Oh Primus... So young and their little girl already have a boyfriend!

"Oh, I'll go and get her," Said the ancient mech before lifting up from his chair and went for his creation.

Ultra Magnus sipped more from his tea, unable to do anything else with the turmoil of feelings and thoughts that currently were assaulting him about the case.

He suddenly felt too old.

...

"There you are, sweetspark," Alpha Trion exclaimed when devising his daughter cuddling with the other shuttle sparkling. "Come on." He added by taking her up and away from him ignoring their cries and walked away...

... Solar however followed after him crawling as fast as he could to catch up with his friend's carrier without the old mech noticing... Or caring.

As Alpha Trion reached the tea table, Ultra Magnus noticed the little, white, blue opticed shuttle baby crawling as fast as he could after his mate.

It seems his Trion hadn't even cared about him and just took their daughter away.

He couldn't even laugh at the stories Hook was starting telling them about two youngsters they knew too well... Megatron and Starscream.

Valour however was giggling.

The ancient mech finally took a seat and offered his daughter his tube to feed; she rejected it and looked down at his side on the floor before stretching her little arm towards...

"And what are you doing here?! What do you want?" Her carrier exclaimed half annoyed at the white sparkling trying to reach for his daughter.

Ultra Magnus had a knot in his throat finding himself unable to speak at the sight.

Finally, somehow, giving up, he took the big sparkling up onto his lap along with his daughter and started hearing Hook's story, not before saying: "Primus, you're big!"

"He certainly is," mused Alpha Trion. "I'm amazed that young Red Alert was able to survive carrying him."

"She's strong," Hook stated. A part of him would always love the beautiful medic but with the birth of his son, most of his affection came from admiration for her. She was still one of the best medics out there and incredibly compassionate. He would enjoy working with her for many cycles to come. "She might not be big, but she has a strong spark and will."

"I'm glad mama was okay," Valour said solemnly.

As everyone nodded, he added. "Do you think Solar will be a medic like her?"

"Perhaps," Hook said with a shrug. "There's a good chance he will but sparklings don't always follow the same career path as their creators."

Valour considered this, he used to think that he might become a medic like his mother and grandfather but now he knew his Sire was an Emperor and one day, he would be as well. Now he wasn't sure if he could be anything else.

"No Solar," Alpha Trion suddenly snapped at the large sparkling. "Give Aurora some room, she is a lady and requires her space."

The Shuttle sparkling looked up at him with wide optics before chirping plaintively. He wanted to be as close as possible to little Aurora, he did not squeeze like Honour did. Alpha Trion scowled and demanded.

"Why are all these Sparklings acting like this? Solar and my Aurora are of the Autobot code and yet they seem to be imitating the Decepticon sparklings."

"You know shuttles are different," offered Ultra Magnus, equally uncomfortable with the idea of his daughter being imprinted on at such a very young age. "And...well, I suppose Aurora cannot help but respond."

"I do not like it," declared his mate. "She should not even be thinking of such things until much later, when prospective suitors ask to court her."

Valour stared, his grandparents seemed really worried about his aunt and stepbrother. He was still getting used to the Decepticon culture, he didn't know what to say to them. Hook didn't say a word, he just relaxed with his precious little Knockout.

"Perhaps we should speak with Angelwings and his family," suggested Ultra Magnus. "Ask their opinion on this matter, they might be able to help."

Alpha Trion did not look entirely convinced but he nodded. That was a course of action they needed to pursue.

"Honour, you okay?" Valour asked his little sister kindly, she was still pouting over her separation from Knockout. "You wanna play?"

She looked at him and made a face. Feeling hurt, he said. "Come on, we can have fun."

"Go and play with your brother," Alpha Trion told her sternly. "You're not grabbing him again so you might as well take up Valour's offer."

Knockout offered her a smirk. He wouldn't mind playing with the older sparkling but he wanted to continue being cuddled by his carrier. And if he tried to leave, that Femme would grab him again. She scowled at him.

"Please?" Valour begged and finally, she relented, allowing him to lift her up and take her away. He didn't go far, still within his grandparents sight.

"He's such a sweet boy," Ultra Magnus sighed. "We're so lucky to have him."

"Indeed," Alpha Trion agreed as a servant appeared, carrying a message.

"For you, my lord," he said, offering the data pad.

The Magnus accepted it and began to read, his brow furrowing as he did so.

"Oh no," he groaned as the old CouncilMech looked at him sharply.

"What is it?" he wanted to know.

"Another Decepticon wants to mate with an Autobot but said Autobot does not want to," the Magnus explained heavily.

"What?" Alpha Trion exclaimed furiously.

"Yes," Ultra Magnus sighed. "They claim to have driven off the competition and have dominated the other, which apparently makes their case legitimate."

"This is outrageous!" the old mech declared. "We cannot allow this to continue, we must talk to Megatron and demand he put a stop to this nonsense. If Decepticons wish to act uncivilised among themselves then they may but I will not allow our Autobots to be put into this situation."

"I agree," Ultra Magnus said. "But he's probably still sleeping, we'll arrange a meeting for later to day. That'll give us time to organise where all the children will be, this isn't for their audios."

Alpha Trion nodded his agreement, this was no matter for sparklings. Now the only question was whether or not Megatron would listen to them.

"Ow!" Suddenly Valour cried and groaned as Honour bit his hand. "Why you bit me?"

Her answer was a "Hmph!" And a turn of her head.

Alpha Trion scowled at her and that distraction worked to make Aurora and Solar the opportunity to hug and cuddle again.

"She's a beast!" He exclaimed before lifting himself up from his chair and set her daughter and the big sparkling on his mate's lap before going towards Honour and Valour, taking up the scowling femme from her big brother, taking back a sit and placed her on her front on her lap and...

*smack!*

Honour gasped and immediately started squirming and thrashing as her grandsire spanked her rear quite heavily... His hand was heavier than Hook's!

Soon she was crying.

"Bad femmling! Do not dominate your friends, do not bite anyone, calm down, obey!" The eldest said trying to educate the little femme.

Valour gasped but remained quiet and motionless as his grandsire continued.

Magnus just continued drinking his tea ignoring the little couple on his lap who looked wide opticed at the spanking season.

...

"Megatron...oh...ohhh...!" Optimus moaned as his lover spent himself in him at last and the bigger mech panted above him.

Megatron grunted as he onlined, Primus, what a recharge that had been. Blinking his optics several times, he blearily looked around to see that he was in a room and resting on a very comfortable berth. He yawned before cricking his neck, it felt a little stiff.

"Hmm," he mumbled, he had been sleeping in rather positions lately.

Glancing to one side, he beheld his beloved and smiled warmly. Ah, there was the reason he'd been sleeping awkwardly and said reason was entirely worth it. He may have done things wrong in the beginning but he still thoroughly congratulated himself for mating the most beautiful Mech in the universe. Everything about the gently slumbering bot by his side was perfect in his opinion, from those lovely lips to his luscious valve.

"Urgh," Megatron groaned, his own valve was tightening at the very thought of his mate's assets.

He leaned over and gently kissed Optimus's cheek. However, he didn't stop there, one hand slipped down to his mate's aft and stroked it while he kissed the smaller Mech's neck. Optimus shifted and mumbled in his sleep but did not awaken. Now evil thoughts started to brew in the Decepticon Emperor processor, it would be such a shame to wake his mate when he was sleeping so soundly.

Carefully lifting up the covers to reveal most of Optimus's form, he admired it for a few moments before spreading his mate's thighs apart.

"Mmm," he purred, sneakily removing the red and blue Mech's cod piece, to reveal all his glorious interface equipment.

"Time to warm you up a little, my love," he murmured softly, bending down and beginning to lap at the valve, which soon started to produce sweet lubricant.

"Delicious," he chuckled when Optimus started to squirm in his sleep.

"Uh," Optimus moaned as his valve was probed repeatedly. His hands clenched and his whole frame began to heat up.

"That's it," Megatron encouraged, enjoying Optimus's reactions. "Soon, you'll have something much bigger stretching you open, my precious Prime."

"OOh," the other cried out, he was approaching overload by all this stimulation.

Megatron knew this perfectly well and at the last moment, pulled away, earning a groan of disappointment. He laughed out loud as Optimus began to wake up and lifted himself up until he was right above the other's face.

"Megatron," Optimus moaned, opening his optics and pouting.

"Yes my dear, are you wanting something?" the grey Mech mercilessly teased.

"You're evil," Optimus declared as his valve helplessly clenched on nothing.

"I know," Megatron chuckled smugly. "Now tell me what you want, my Queen?"

Optimus sighed heavily but his mate had him at a severe disadvantage.

"I want you to frag me, Emperor," he said pleadingly. "I need you."

"Well, only if you're sure...," Megatron said slowly before his face was grabbed and he was given a very passionate, needy kiss. Breaking away finally, he laughed before undoing his own cod piece and plunging into the soaking wet valve.

"Ohhhh, yes," Optimus gasped.

Smirking in triumph, Megatron started to thrust his hips, setting a fast, hard pace. If his mate wanted to be fragged, then by Primus he was going to frag the living daylights out of him.

"Hmm..." Megatron groaned in utter delight and was going to reach for his panting lover's beautiful lips when...

..he grimaced in annoyance at the ping of his com link calling rather urgently.

Optimus ached for a kiss and was surprised, and quite disappointed that his mate was not giving him any but grunting and grimacing above him.

"Why you had to call now?!" He barked suddenly annoyed at the other in the line causing Optimus to jump.

However, the other mech in the line answered ::"I believe you fragged each other for the next vorn, is time that you resume your duties as our Emperor...AND CONTROL YOUR PEOPLE! For frag's sake Megatron! This is urgent!"::

"Is their problem, let them resolve it." He answered quite silkily with the same scowl.

::"Is not right! Now, bring back here your irresponsible aft and do your job!"::

"You cannot order me around!" He barked into the line.

Below him, Optimus stared wondering what was wrong... But whatever was the case, Megatron was demanding to intervene in something and... He was unwilling to obey because...reasons.

::"Frag yes I can! You're my son's mate! So that makes you MY son as well, Decepticon Emperor or not! Now, get your aft here and get to work!"::

Megatron's indignation face was priceless; it was as if his creator told him "Do it because I Said So!"

"No!" Answered back the Emperor like a child refusing to obey.

::"NOW, Megatron! Or I'll get there and drag you myself!"::

The silver mech grunted and grimaced...something much deeper than he know forcing him to obey...perhaps the discovery that his mate's creators are like his creators too. And Primus forbid, they may use that to...

"Megatron?" Asked softly his mate. "We better go... Cybertron hadn't stopped because we were fragging."

::"Yes! Hear that! Now both here come!":: And with that the line fell silent.

Megatron grunted and Optimus kissed his cheek softly.

"This was a lovely morning, but we better clean up and go back to work to see what you can do regarding my carrier's request."

Megatron only grunted.

...

An hour later the royal couple appeared in the Magnus' garden... And not a second later, a once sad and depressed Honour looked up and jumped her carrier and attached herself back to his chest purring and babbling sparkling nosense in a possessive tone.

Megatron almost grunted again... Great! How much would it cost him to release his daughter from him so he can share another passionate moment with his Optimus?

"At last!" The Magnus said standing up with still the shuttle sparkling and his daughter in arms cuddling; Alpha Trion meanwhile drank tea still not liking how his granddaughter behaved and jumped her carrier...even after the spanking.

He feared she might never behave like a lady.

Optimus frowned, his daughter seemed rather distressed over something.

"What is wrong with Honour?" he questioned.

"She refused to leave Knockout alone and when Valour tried to play with her, she bit him," his Sire replied disapprovingly. "So I gave her a well-deserved spanking."

Megatron stared in surprise as Optimus looked pensive. Why was Honour so indifferent to her brother, they might as well be strangers.

"It's not natural for sparklings to be so fixated on other sparklings," Alpha Trion continued. "She needs discipline."

"Thank you," Megatron said tightly, not very happy that the old Mech had spanked his daughter.

Knowing this was a topic that needed to be discussed at a later date, Optimus interjected gently.

"What was it you wished to discuss with us, sir?"

"The situation with the Decepticons taking unwilling Autobot mates," Ultra Magnus said instantly. "Yet another report has reached us that an Autobot is being forced to be with a Decepticon. This cannot go on Megatron."

"What is this report?" Megatron wanted to know, exceedingly annoyed that this is what he'd been dragged out of berth for.

"That the Decepticon in question claimed the Autobot for themselves and challenged anyone to take their intended," Ultra Magnus explained, glancing down at the data pad. "No one did but the Autobot protested, at which point the Decepticon proceeded to dominate them."

Both Alpha Trion and Ultra Magnus fixed Megatron with extremely stern looks as Honour continued to snuggle into him, purring contentedly. He stared right back at them.

"So what is the problem?" he asked as Optimus turned to look at him in disbelief.

"Megatron, this is not acceptable," Ultra Magnus exclaimed. "This is not the Autobot way, we do not dominate each other."

"No indeed," Alpha Trion agreed, pointedly not thinking about all the times his mate had dominated him. "We Autobots court our potential mates, we do not grab them and drag them off to our berths."

"Are you sure about that?" the grey Mech asked wryly, giving the old Mech a very pointed look.

His Sire in law blushed furiously before quickly taking a sip of tea. Not in the least abashed, Ultra Magnus said sternly.

"This can't continue Megatron. Our people must be free to bond of their own accord, not forced into unhappy unions. If your Decepticons are happy with this custom among themselves, then so be it but our Autobots should not be forced to accept this."

"And why not?" Megatron wanted to know. "It has served our people well and has produced many fine unions."

"And bad ones," the other shot back, glancing at his son. "You must do something about this Megatron, before things become worse."

The emperor grimaced, this was not something he wanted to discuss.

"Have the two these report is about brought here," he finally said, stalling for time. "I would like to hear what they have to say."

Ultra Magnus did not look happy but he nodded. Perhaps if Megatron saw them, he would realise how wrong it was.

"And to the other point," Alpha Trion started. "Honour's behaviour is worsening; I've never seen a sparkling acting like this before!"

Megatron grimaced and looked at where his son was playing with Bumblebee and Slipstream before answering:

"She wants to be the dominant one, is normal, if she bites her brother, he must bite her back."

Every Autobot there froze...

...but Optimus not for long.

"Megatron! We cannot have our children fighting!"

"Is not fighting... Is... Domination, is showing her place..." Shrugged the Emperor.

All of them looked at him disapprovingly.

"Indeed," Hook started. "She's seeing how much she can take and so far no one is challenging her... Except me and the Councilmech."

Everyone stared at the happily cuddling Honour with wide optics.

"Brutes..." Mumbled Alpha Trion before sipping more of his tea.

"Who you call 'brutes' old mech?!" Megatron barked at him, but only icy blue optics answered him...

...that he is making a poor job educating his daughter.

"Megatron... I will not have our sparklings fighting!" Stated Optimus. If he had known this he would have sterilized himself and his mate long ago!

"Is not fighting, explain them, Hook." Asked kindly the Emperor as his daughter demanded his tube.

The medic grimaced remembering who was the only one who put Megatron in his place for a certain and little degree... The only one who fought him and his first frag...

...Starscream.

Now that is the Consort's job.

The old medic nodded. "Yes... Sadly for you and your culture... She needs someone who dominates her. Only then she will behave. Like Slipstream did, she was dominated by Valour."

The three Autobots present had their optics wide.

That was true!

Megatron however seemed unconcerned; he was already dominated by his mate and was happy, even if their beginning was not perfect.

...even the Magnus dominated that old decrepit afthole and look at them now!

Then Hook added: "Thanks Primus that our Emperor and Winglord bonded other mechs! If they ended up together, their naughty children would have made the universe explode!"

Megatron grunted at that and frowned at his medic for revealing such facts...and that his fragging the seeker caused his creators' deaths.

"And what can we do?!" Optimus seemed desperate now...just as his creators.

Hook sighed and looked down at his sleeping creation caressing him softly. "Someone must dominate her my lord, sorry, is in her code."

He just hoped his son was not stuck with her, such a big task the one of dominating a lady warrior, harder than dominating a warrior lord since femmes are... Different and difficult in that aspect.

The reason he never had a relationship with any Decepticon femme. The prince however is more domineering than what he thinks; but he wasn't sure his sweet sparkling was too... After all, the princess seemed to have chosen him for reasons unknown to him.

As they pondered this, Ultra Magnus called his secretary to make a date with the bots in question.

But a moment later, Knock Out was waking up and yawned cutely... And Honour stopped feeding from her carrier to look as also her brother and friends came to take him along with Aurora and Solar to play...

...and seconds later she was jumping Slipstream, the one who carried the red mechling.

"Ah!" She squeaked before quickly passing Knock Out to Valour, and before Honour can jump him, the seekerlet femmling grabbed the younger femmling harshly and pinned her against the ground threatening to twist her wing nubs. "How dare you!?" She barked at the crying princess. "NO ONE jumps ME!"

The Autobots, and Valour froze. "Slips!"

Megatron stopped Optimus from intervening, shook his head when this one looked up at him worriedly and told him to watch. "That is how is done." He said.

Knock Out meanwhile looked amazed, as if absorbing as many information as he could.

"Now, BEHAVE!" The seeker femmling barked threateningly with pointed fangs to the naughty sparkling who seemed to have calmed herself... However her optics promised more.

Slipstream have eight brothers of experience after all.

"I said: BEHAVE!" She repeated pushing her against the ground harder... Causing Honour to chirp in defeat at last and offline her optics.

On Bee's arms, Aurora stared along with her friend Solar and couldn't help but gasp a: "Wow..." her wide opticed friend nodded happy that he was never in the bad side of his sister.

Eternal seconds passed before Slipstream then released Honour and motioned her friends to go, to leave her there -ignoring Valour's protests-

Honour chirped sadly seeing them all go, and forcing her to learn that if she wanted to be with Knock Out, she better behave or the other will leave her behind.

The adults just stared, especially Alpha Trion who stated a: "What just happened?!"

"Slipstream taught Honour her place," Megatron stated, Starscream would be so proud. Honour was too young and inexperienced to take on a sparkling like Slipstream but one day she would be. Hook had always told him that the first bot to properly challenge him had been his best friend Starscream. No wonder they had ended up as best friends, Megatron had needed someone who was his equal.

"And you're okay with that?" Alpha Trion wanted to know.

"It is how it's done," Megatron said simply. "Now she won't be so bad since she knows there is a much stronger sparkling out there. And if Slipstream sees her trying to bite Valour, she will stop it. Although I think think Valour needs to stand up for himself."

"I still don't want them fighting," Optimus stated as Honour crawled back to her carrier who lifted her up and gave her the feeding tube. "Valour's such a sweet boy, it'll hurt him that his sister is aggressive towards him."

He looked so unhappy that Megatron just had to draw him close and kiss him.

"Don't worry," he said reassuringly. "Once he shows his strength, she will respect him and they will get on well."

"I'd rather she'd love him as he loves her," Optimus sighed, looking down at his daughter who was sucking contentedly on the feeding tube.

"She will," Megatron said, giving him another kiss. "It'll be alright, my sweet."

"Hmm," Optimus murmured, he wasn't so sure.

"We'll discuss this later," Alpha Trion said curtly. "We should prepare to meet these bots."

"Yes sire," his son agreed, reaching out to gently stroke his daughter's head. She turned to look at him with bright optics, enjoying being close to her carrier. After being beaten by Slipstream, she was in a more submissive mood.

"We should prepare," Optimus stated.

Megatron made a small huffing sound but nodded.

Hours later, the two involved bots appeared for an audience in the Council meeting hall...

...and Honour once again refused to leave her carrier's side.

"Honour... Sweetspark, daddy can't work with a cute little sparkling like you on his chest... So, please...let...go...!"

Megatron tried again to make her let go; but for some reason, she was glued to him, as if she was a magnet.

Alpha Trion scowled at him. "You're her creator, make her obey, do not ask her nicely, she listens to you!"

"Do not tell me how to rise my daughter you old bag!" The Emperor barked at the elder growing more and more frustrated that his daughter was not obeying.

"Ol' bag!" Honour repeated.

"Megatron!" Optimus hissed angrily before hitting the back of his mate's helm. "Do not talk about my sire that way! And look what you did! She learned another curse!"

"He started it!" Barked back the Emperor.

"He's only trying to help by not intervening too much!" Answered Optimus with an equal tone.

Both the Magnus and Councilmech stared at them unamused.

"Their first fight I believe," Said Ultra. "No couple is a real couple without them."

Alpha Trion nodded and they continued watching the youngers fight.

"Well he shouldn't!" Megatron roared causing both Optimus and Honour flinch... And this one to start whimpering, an action ignored by her angered carrier.

Optimus' stupor passed fast and he looked at his bigger mate with equally angered optics. "There's nothing wrong with it!"

"There is if I don't want it!"

"Well! Want it or not, you NEED it!"

"I don't!"

"You do! You're spoiling our daughter and she's becoming...she's becoming a brute like you!"

That froze Megatron and Optimus' creators before their looks returned to the neutral ones they had before.

For once, Megatron was unsure how to act. No matter what, Optimus still saw him as a brute and nothing can change that...

...and another piece of him wished to teach his mate a lesson... To turn his face to the side with a harsh slap... But that would only worsen things.

"She's a warrior..." He finally said in a much more lighter and low but still dark tone. "Only another warrior can with her."

"That doesn't means you can't discipline her," Stated his sire in law causing him to growl again.

"He's right," Supported him Optimus. "You, as her carrier and the one she cares about the most now, must discipline her, make her see things the way they truly are... Or she will end up like you and one day might try to take an unwilling mate by using extortion."

Megatron's intakes stopped working for eternal seconds at that. That was like a cold knife that was thrust deep into his spark... His Optimus would never forgive truly that from him.

"Megatron... I'm sorry... But I'm not willing to see our daughter behaving like that, she's a princess... A lady," And with that he tried to reach for his quiet mate when...

... Honour turned angered optics towards him and tried to slash him in the face -for daring to upset her carrier-, if not because he dodged it in time. Optimus stared down shocked at her.

Alpha Trion's optics flamed with anger ready to spank her again even against her carrier's chest, if not for Megatron's next actions...

He removed her from his chest, supported her with one hand and...

*Spank!*

The femmling gasped in shock at the very much familiar feeling on her rear.

Her carrier can tolerate many things from her, but attacking her sire, that was too much! Lady warrior or not.

"You do not...'spank'...attack your...'spank'...Sire," Megatron scolded severely as all the others gaped at him.

Honour stared at him in horror as he looked at her sternly.

"Do you understand Honour?" he demanded of her. "I love your Sire and you should too. I will not tolerate you doing that again, if you do, you'll be in big trouble."

She stared for another moment before bursting into tears, wailing at the fact he'd spanked her. Optimus couldn't believe it, he never thought he'd see Megatron disciplining his beloved daughter. But even though he was a little reluctant to spank sparklings, their daughter definitely had an attitude problem that needed fixing.

Still with a stern expression, Megatron held her out to Optimus and said. "I want you to say sorry Honour."

Optimus dumbly accepted the little femmling who continued to cry piteously. He sighed and cuddled her close, gently rocking her. His carrier was impressed, Megatron seemed to be making sure that Optimus was the one who gave her comfort rather than him. This would hopefully mean she was friendlier to her Sire and did not always try to attach herself to carrier. As Honour started to calm down, Optimus offered her his feeding tube and after only a moment's hesitation, she accepted it and started to suckle.

"That's better," Megatron said, his spark still feeling rather pinched after his argument with his mate. "We'd best get down to business."

"Yes, that would be wise," Alpha Trion mused. "They are waiting outside."

He gestured to some guards to bring the two bots in question in. They all sat down and Ultra Magnus noticed how regal his son in law looked. Megatron was a good Emperor if he wasn't distracted by his attractive mate or some other mischief. Optimus looked like a true queen, gently nursing one of his mate's heirs, the perfect picture to present to the public.

The doors opened and in walked a large Mech with blazing red optics who had a firm hold on a smaller Mech whose sky blue optics kept shooting glares to the other.

Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion shared a look but didn't say anything. Finally, the two Mechs arrived before them and bowed.

"What are your names?" Megatron asked, surveying both of them closely.

"My name is Ironclaw, my lord," the first one said, his voice deep. "And this is Stripes."

"I can speak for myself," the smaller Mech said, sounding exceedingly annoyed.

"Hush," Ironclaw shot back at him. "My lord, why were we summoned?"

"I was told by the Magnus that your partner does not wish to be with you," his Emperor replied simply.

The large reddish brown Mech, shot one disapproving look to his partner before saying. "Sir, I won him fairly. I defeated the others who wanted to take him and I proved my strength. I have a good job and home, I can provide everything he needs."

"You want me as your frag toy and breeder," Stripe burst out, tugging at the hand holding him.

"I have told you, that is not true," Ironclaw said in frustration. "I want a mate who I can start a family with."

"Then find a mate and leave me alone," the other argued back.

"I saved your damn aft," Ironclaw growled.

"That doesn't mean I have to be your mate," Stripes said furiously as Alpha Trion aid loudly. "Ahem."

They stopped their argument and looked at him.

"The facts please," he requested, they did not need to hear a squabble from these two.

"Of course..." Started Ironclaw to the High Councilmech who nodded at him to proceed. "We both worked together, and Stripes, he's such an innocent and lovely mech…"

At said statement, the Autobot rolled his optics and practically groaned; being nice only caused him troubles.

"...and some other mechs, who are not good candidates took advantage of it, instead of courting properly, they attacked him and one of them even was lucky enough to get him kidnapped and tied onto his berth," Ironclaw continued.

Both Alpha Trion and Optimus seemed horrified; Ultra Magnus however seemed half bored, half annoyed. This wasn't his first case.

Megatron however heard everything with a stoic face.

"I was lucky to locate them and stop them before they could rape him and fully claim him as theirs, I stopped them and took Stripes with me, I healed his wounds and comforted him... And this is how he repays me? By accusing me of being one of his attackers? I saved him, so he is legally mine!"

"You're crazy! Let me go! You 'cons all are crazy! Only take what you want- do not try to stop me from MY rights again!" The little Autobot slapped the Decepticon away angrily as he tried to shut him up.

"You brutes! I was nice to you all! And for what?! So you may take me against my will?!"

"Love, that's enough," Ironclaw tried but the other stepped away from him.

"NO! I am not yours, I hate all you 'cons! You cannot be nice to your people without them getting the wrong ideas!" Exclaimed the little Autobot.

"When you understand, once you've settled, we'll be happy, you'll see, like the Emperor and Consort," Tried Ironclaw slowly losing his patience, Megatron noticed...

He also noticed -again- his mistake. That's how his Optimus must have felt, but he was bound by duty to not speak his word like this mech did.

It only caused his spark to ache in regret. He will be reminded of that mistake forever.

"Yeah?! Well, by then the poor Consort was so unhappy that he gave away his son and collapsed everywhere because of sadness! I'm surprised he got over it all and hadn't committed suicide!" Roared Stripes.

At that Megatron lowered his head. Stoic face vanishing as his fists tightened, using his whole willpower to not shut him up and go away to break in peace. He really didn't needed to be reminded of that and the wound opened again.

He loved his mate, yes, LOVES him, but he was as blind as this mech once and he'd almost lost him.

"I've earned the right of possessing you!" Now Ironclaw barked. "You're rightfully mine!" And just as Megatron at that time, he is blind to the other's wishes.

"Stay away from me! Leave me alone!" Backed from him Stripes as the other tried to get hold of him again by using strength...

...but Megatron stopped his arm from reaching the unwilling mech.

"My lord?" He tried; but Megatron was not facing him but the ground.

"Enough," He said in a low voice. "Give him his space, he's an individual and deserves it."

"But... My lord, he's mi-"

Angered red optics met the other's; that made him stop. If his Emperor insisted...

Optimus felt his mate's regret. It was in the past, yes, but it still hurt him to know that everyone used their situation as a good or bad example.

"I would like to say something," Optimus spoke up, causing everyone to stare at him.

Sitting regally, he said in a soft voice.

"Stripes is right that our beginning was not a good one and I did give away our son in my misery," he began, pausing as he felt a stab of his mate's pain.

"But that was not entirely my husband's fault," he continued firmly. "I hid from him what I truly felt, if I had spoken earlier, then things could have been resolved much earlier. Because despite the fact I was unhappy at having to be with him, he was good to me and I knew he loved him. And I did come to love him a great deal, I saw the good in him."

"But you didn't love him when you bonded!" exclaimed Stripes. "You're not suggesting I bond with this brute because I might love him further down the line."

"Of course not," Optimus assured him. "But did he tell the truth about some other Mechs trying to force you to be theirs? Did he really rescue you and look after you?"

"Yes," the small Autobot admitted reluctantly. "That still doesn't give him a right to me."

Ironclaw looked like he wanted to protest this point but Optimus was already speaking.

"I know it doesn't. But I think he cares a great deal about you and had been planning to approach you when this happened. Decepticons can sometimes be...forceful but they care passionately about their family and loved ones. I believe what almost happened to you scared him greatly and he doesn't want it to happen again. So he wishes to make you his in order to protect you from all the others who would otherwise believe they have a claim on you."

Stripes frowned as Ironclaw shifted. He had been scared, so very scared that he'd be too late to stop his beloved from being raped and dominated but he'd never thoughts of things in the way the Consort put it.

"What did you think of Ironclaw before this?" Optimus now questioned calmly.

"Alright, I guess," Stripes mumbled, looking away as though he didn't want to admit that he had liked the other.

"You don't want to be claimed, you want to be properly courted like any other Autobot," the Consort surmised, earning a nod.

"Then this is what I suggest," he pronounced. "That you allow him a chance to make amends and court you in the manner you wish to be courted. I am not saying that you must eventually accept him but I hope at the very least, it might be possible for you to be friends again. Please, let him show you that he isn't like those others who attempted to hurt you."

He looked at his mate and then his creators.

"If he does attempt to force you to be his, then we will protect you and he will be arrested. Does that sound fair?"

Stripes bit his lip, he looked unsure. Optimus now turned to Ironclaw and said.

"Ironclaw, you did well rescuing Stripes from the others and taking care of him. But you must understand, he does not wish to be claimed and dominated, it reminds him too much of the other Decepticons who attacked him. I know that is not your intention..."

"I would never hurt him!" Ironclaw couldn't help but interrupt, despite the disapproving glares he got from Ultra Magnus and Alpha Trion. "I love him, I just want to protect him."

"I understand," Optimus said, voice slightly raised. "I know you want to make sure it does not happen again but if you really want to be Stripe's mate, you must both get to know each other better. Find out if you truly belong as a couple."

"If...if Stripes will allow me, I would gladly court him," Ironclaw said hesitantly, desperately hopeful that he still had a chance with the small Autobot.

"Well...," Stripes said slowly, glancing at the large Mech who had tried to claim him. "You did look after me."

He sighed before saying softly. "When you came in and told that Mech to stop…I…I was pretty glad to see you."

"Really?" Ironclaw said, looking even more hopeful.

"Yeah," the other admitted. "I did feel safe with you, I just...I can't bond with you, not like that. I don't want to be claimed like I'm some sort of trophy."

"I don't want you to be a trophy," the large Mech said sadly. "I just wanted you to be mine, and to protect you from those others. The Consort is right, I almost died when I saw you tied to that berth. The look on your face..."

He stopped, he couldn't bear to think about it. Stripes managed to smile slightly and said. "If you want...you can take me out for dinner. We'll talk."

"I would love that," Ironclaw said earnestly as Optimus smiled.

"Whatever happens," he stated, taking his mate's hand and squeezing. "I hope you both find the same happiness I have."

He turned to smile lovingly at his morose mate.

...who's face continued down, just as his optics.

Little Honour noticed her carrier's distress and chirped questioningly to him. Optimus caressed her head softly.

"I hope we do, highness," Said Ironclaw a little happier than before and doing a great effort to not force the one he desired against his frame; he needs his space after all.

The Prime nodded and Alpha Trion called the guards to escort them outside.

Once the Mechs were out and away, and the family was alone, Ultra Magnus placed a supporting hand on his son's shoulder.

"I am so proud of you, son. You managed that like a true diplomat."

Optimus smiled at him before Alpha Trion said: "Of course he did! He's my creation after all, he's a natural." The old mech was practically puffing with pride.

Ultra Magnus sighed and rolled his optics; his mate behaved as if he'd raised Optimus since he was a newspark. He may sort that later...

...now however...

"Megatron?" Tried the Autobot Commander to the quiet Emperor.

No answer came.

But before Optimus can ask him anything as well, he turned from them and walked away. He obviously needed to be alone.

Once again Honour chirped at him sadly as he ignored her and left her behind with her sire and grandcreators...

...it only worked to make her sad too and cry, sob and whimper.

"Aww...shhh... Its ok sweetspark, carrier needs some alone time to process things," Cuddling her, Optimus said.

He really loves his daughter, she is, after all, their fruit of love, she was made with love and the purest and most intense of passions from both sides... Unlike Valour; well, his sire felt that and that day Optimus was in one of his peaks for receiving code... However he still loves his little son too, deeply... So much that when he let go of him in that moment he only thought about his beloved son's happiness and freedom.

The calming field of her sire worked in calming her and soon her whimpers were subsiding until they stopped.

"Is he ok? I hope he doesn't feels bad about the past. It was left there," Optimus' carrier asked and the Prime grimaced.

"Yeah, he will be... Is just that he cannot help but feel like an idiot who could have ruined things forever between us, even if he hadn't."

"He was an idiot indeed," Bitterly stated his sire causing Optimus to frown slightly.

"Yeah," Answered his carrier. "And... You have to thank Valour for that. As far as I know, he told Megatron what to do."

Optimus smiled sadly at that, remembering also how his beloved son got his arm torn off.

Thinking about that, and that he'd given his mate enough time to mourn about a past that was not meant to return, Optimus decided to pass his sire his daughter...

But...

"No!" The elder said pushing her away not taking her. "She might be my grandaughter but I rather not take her in arms again. She might scratch me."

Both Magnus and Optimus shared the same face.

"Primus forbid Megatron carries ever again... And to avoid that... Stop spiking him!" Continued and ordered the old mech changing the looks in the other two mechs' faces.

As if what he demanded was possible.

"Just take her, sire." He insisted however this time pushing her towards him...

...who, to his surprise, clung to him immediately.

And with that, Optimus left the room after his mate.

Alpha Trion looked down at the princess and she looked up at him. "What?" He said. "Let go of me; Ultra, you take her."

"She was given to you, Trion." Patiently, trying to avoid his smirk of amusement, he answered.

"Yes? Well, I am giving her to... you... Now... Let... Go... Of... Me...!" The ancient mech tried to push her away from him but she had a good grip!

Now he understands Megatron!

The Magnus chuckled and kissed his forehead.

"Don't laugh at me! Help me with this!" Practically begged the elder.

"You're doing right, love," Was the only answer the other offered.

Alpha Trion cursed in the ancient language of Primus before noticing how the Decepticon princess was looking after his tube.

"No, that is too much! That belongs to my Aurora, not to you!"

"Don't be like that, Trion, invite her some." Tried his mate, but the elder refused nonetheless.

Sighing, Ultra Magnus offered her his. He wondered if it would work, after all, he'd only fed Optimus long ago a few times and Alpha Trion insisted in being him the only one who feeds Aurora.

Honour rejected it and continued groping for her grandsire's tube; but as the mech was not giving in, she started crying loudly seconds later.

"Oh come on, Trion! Just a few drops will not kill you or starve our daughter!" The other tried to resonate while covering his audios as Honour's wails became louder.

"Fine!" Roared at last the elder finally offering her what she wished...

...and she immediately calmed.

"Just a few drops!"

However Honour hummed in satisfaction and cooed softly, relaxing on her grandsire's chest.

Alpha Trion grunted and timed her before removing his tube from her mouth. "Good, that's enough."

To his surprise -and Magnus' as well- she purred and cuddled him contently before doing something they'd never seen...or heard her doing...or thought she might make...

She hummed and singed happily.

Even Ultra Magnus was shocked.

"What. The. Frag?" Then looked at his frowning mate. He didn't seemed surprised. "Trion? You know what happened?"

The ancient mech huffed annoyingly. "I told you it is for Aurora only. Don't ask, I am her carrier and I know."

Honour continued singing and cuddling happily.

"Are you taking something?" Ultra Magnus wanted to know.

"No, I'm am consuming normal, healthy Energon," the other replied stiffly. "You know that I would never put our daughter at risk."

"Hmm," his mate mused suspiciously. He knew that Alpha Trion would never put their daughter in danger, he was a touch on the over protective side. "Alright, I believe you."

Alpha Trion smiled as Ultra Magnus added. "But you know...if this calms Honour down..."

"I am not feeding her again," the old Mech interrupted indignantly. "I need all of it for Aurora, she has her own creators to feed her. I'm too old to be feeding two sparklings."

"Hah, then it's just as well I didn't spark you with twins, isn't it?" laughed Ultra Magnus at his mate's excuses. "Speaking of which..."

He reached out to stroke his mate's cheek, giving him an extremely suggestive smirk.

"Magnus!" the old Mech exclaimed in a scandalised voice. "I am holding your granddaughter."

"Oh, I wasn't thinking of now," chuckled the other, in a sly tone. "But when we're all alone..."

"You have such a one track mind," sniffed Alpha Trion as Honour continued to hum happily in his arms.

"And you love it," was the Autobot leader's smart response.

...

"Megatron?" Optimus called as he searched for his mate.

He looked around the open corridor, he was sure that Megatron was close, the only question was where he was located.

"Hmm," he murmured to himself, suddenly coming across a small staircase and getting hit with inspiration. He made his way rapidly up the spiral stair until he finally came upon his mate who was leaning across a balcony that gave a hidden view of a bustling street. Judging by his mate's hunched posture, he still wasn't in a good mood.

"Hey," Optimus said gently, coming to stand beside him. "How are you feeling?"

Megatron grunted. Optimus glanced at him before saying.

"I have high hopes for Ironclaw and Stripes, what happened was mostly a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Megatron repeated. "That seems a mild word for it."

Optimus sighed slightly.

"Ironclaw thought what he was doing was best," he stated. "He's in love with Stripes and wanted to protect him. But Stripes was traumatised by the kidnap and near rape, he couldn't cope with Ironclaw's method of...courtship. And then both ended up clashing with each other. I think now they might be able to talk calmly about their feelings for each other."

"Hmm," was all Megatron would say.

"Megatron," Optimus said softly, touching his arm. "Please don't feel bad about what happened in the past. I love you and have no wish to continually bring up what happened to hurt you."

"It doesn't matter," Megatron stated. "I can't forget how much of a brute I was. I acted just like those who kidnapped Stripes except you were forced to pretend you were enjoying it."

"I shouldn't have pretended," Optimus said softly. "Maybe you weren't in a state to listen but I still shouldn't have kept up that act. I made you think everything was fine and it wasn't. But remember, I grew to love you and now I can't imagine being with anyone else."

Megatron still looked miserable so Optimus moved closer and kissed him.

"Hey, I mean it," he said, raising his voice a little. "You are my everything..."

His hand slipped downwards and slyly caressed something. Megatron stiffened and Optimus purred.

"How would I sleep if I didn't have your large, thick spike buried deep in my valve...?"

"You...," Megatron groaned, the words and actions were definitely having an effect on him.

"Honour is with my creators," his mate purred. "No one is going to disturb us..."

"We shouldn't...," Megatron started to say but then stopped. He thought about how they'd been interrupted this morning and how much he'd dearly wanted to continue. His feelings of guilt were still swirling around but Optimus felt it and started to send him both sensations of love and arousal.

"We'll talk later," his highly attractive and sneaky mate said. "But for now...why don't we..."

Megatron let out a growl of arousal before lifting up his mate and placing him against the wall, doing his best not to slam him. They kissed passionately, ignoring the distance sound of shoppers and commuters as they fumbled for each other's panels.

"I need you...," Optimus moaned. "Now..."

"Hmm," Megatron grunted, he knew what his mate wanted and he was going to give it to him. His arousal was coming hard and fast, it wasn't long until he was able to slip into his mate's heated, welcoming valve.

"Oooh yes!" Optimus sighed happily. "That's it...love...that's it..."

Megatron growled and started to thrust into him.

"Optimus..." He growled before biting his beloved's neck causing the other to moan louder as he was pounded against the wall.

The Consort gasped and cried in delight as he was filled over and over again, until he felt the thick spike swelling inside him making everything hotter and delicious as the Emperor exploded inside him, filling him to the brim with his transfluid. He came a few seconds later with his mate's last jerks and shivered, milking it all.

"Ohh... Megatron..." He moaned and hugged his panting lover. "That was good... But also... Too fast."

The Emperor had his face hidden on Optimus' shoulder and smiled sadly. "Sorry... But... It was just a quick frag, love... If you want to make love... We better find a better place to completely let go."

"Hmm..." Optimus grunted, after all his mate was right. "I love you." And this time the other found his optics. "Kiss me." And he was kissed softly, so softly that felt like an eternal, teasing caressing.

It lasted minutes as they savoured each other, felt each other... And worked up again their arousals as Megatron softly moved within the mech of his dreams who softly rode him in return.

Optimus smiled in their kiss. Ha! And Megatron said it was impossible to make love here.

But then Megatron was poking at his spike cover and Optimus let it out, allowing his mate to play with it if so he wished...

...however Megatron soon pushed him to the ground, onto his back, Optimus spread his legs wider, giving him more access, but the Decepticon had other ideas.

As Optimus had his optics offlined, he couldn't see what Megatron was up to when he moved in an odd position and...

"Ohph... Primus... Megatron!" He gasped at the feeling of a wet and tight valve consuming his hardened spike... He onlined his optics and looked down at his mate impaled in him and impaling him as well!

It was way too intense and he wasn't sure they would last as unconsciously he thrust into that valve and against the spike in him.

It was the first time they tried this and he had no idea it was possible!

It was amazing!

"Mwww- Megatron... Megatron... MEGATRON!" Screamed the Consort mere seconds later, pumping his fluid deep inside his beloved and his valve clamping around the swollen spike.

The Emperor echoing his beloved's cries and feelings... It was fragging amazing!

It was a long time when he tried this and he and his friend stopped doing it because of the odd and awkward position and the intensity of feelings that forbed them to last much longer.

He moved out and away from a panting Optimus before cuddling next him and kissed his forehead.

"Meg...that...that...was..." He tried but found himself unable to form a sentence. Without knowing it, he fell asleep.

However, minutes later he woke up to an odd feeling in his groin, only to find Megatron licking him clean... And now licking and suckling at his hardening spike and any pearly pre-cum that dared to escape.

"M- Megatron..." He tried flushing. But the Emperor was not responding, just continued until he was clean... And his spike rock hard.

"My Optimus... Are you not quite a sight for tired optics?" Purred the bigger mech before returning his lips to suckle on the head.

"I need you..." He said now lifting up and kissed his flushed mate before turning around on his knees and presented him his glistening valve. "Take me... Fill me... I need you to stretch me open and fill my insides out... Please..." Then took two of his fingers to spread his valve lips in crude invitation.

Optimus flushed harder. He wondered why Megatron suddenly needed to be dominated. Perhaps it was because he felt he needed to repay Optimus for all those vorns of suffering as hedominated him. Perhaps... But now he couldn't refuse that sinfuly looking valve... No.

He then gently rubbed his head against the quivering entrance before pushing it in causing Megatron to moan lowly and his whole frame to rattle.

However, when Optimus was half in, he stopped and started pulling out.

"Optimus...w-what...?!" Megatron tried while looking on his shoulder to the other.

"Sire forbad me from spiking you now that I remember." Was the answer.

"Screw your sire!" Immediately answered Megatron. "Frag me... Hard! Fill me! Make me scream! I need you now!"

Optimus smirked and pushed back in causing Megatron to let out a yelp and then a moan. "Yessss...yes Optimus...yess!"

His optics rolled as the passion intensified and the spike rubbed against every node deeply hidden inside.

"Faster! Harder! Deeper!" Demanded between sobs the Decepticon lord as he was obeyed. "Optimus... OPTIMUS!" Then he clamped hard around the intrusion and collapsed on his front.

Optimus however continued slamming his hips against the tightening and spasming valve for a few more seconds until he came, filling up his beloved as he wished.

Megatron shivered and purred while feeling that burning liquid sloshing inside him and tickling him sweetly. It forced out of him a smaller overload that left him shivering in delight as his optics darkened in satisfaction.

Then Optimus pulled out, turned him onto his back and kissed him passionately; both of them ignoring the mess they were leaving on the floor.

...

Ignoring that an hour passed and that most senators and other authorities that were invited to the party decided to not go to work today -who can blame them?- The royal couple returned with the elders in the Magnus' office...

Only to find a happily singing Honour in Ultra Magnus' arms.

Her creators froze.

Did they fragged too much that were somehow transported into another world?

"What is going on?" Demanded Megatron.

But when Ultra Magnus was about to answer, Alpha Trion interupted him. "Nothing! She just changed methods; don't ask me how." And then frowned to his mate to not dare to reveal what may possibly change her.

"She's been very well behaved for us," Ultra Magnus stated, deciding they could discuss this another time.

"Really?" Optimus said in amazement, he could barely believe it. He held out his arms and his carrier duly handed over the little femme.

She looked up at her Sire and purred, snuggling into his chest before continuing to sing. The astonished Mech stared at her before smiling widely, lifting her up to kiss her cheek. Honour chirped happily, seemingly at complete peace with the world.

"Our beautiful daughter," Megatron said in wonder, wrapping an arm around his mate while cupping Honour's back. "How did we manage to create such wonderful sparklings?"

Optimus chuckled, stroking her head.

"Who knows," he teased lightly, kissing them both.

"I'm glad you're both doing better," Optimus's carrier said warmly. "You did so well today Optimus, you handled it perfectly."

"I was lucky," his son said wryly. "I could see that Ironclaw genuinely cared about Stripes, it was just a question of getting both to calm down and listen to what they both wanted. I'm guessing there are cases where bots acted just like Stripe's attackers."

"I'm afraid that is so," Ultra Magnus said grimly. "We must make the law clear when it comes to Autobot and Decepticon couples. There's too much confusion right now."

Megatron nodded.

"I agree, it must be made clear," he stated. "But I foresee difficulties for the future, right now, nearly all bots are either Autobot or Decepticon. But once we have bots with equal codes for both, that could create new confusion."

Ultra Magnus grimaced, that was true. A Decepticon could easily claim that a half code bot was Decepticon enough that the custom applied to them.

"I hate to admit it, but you are right," he sighed. "We must think on this very carefully."

Glancing at his mate, he smiled before saying. "Perhaps we should all retire, it was a long night after all."

"Don't be up too late," scolded Alpha Trion as Optimus and Megatron gave each other loving looks. "I want to resume classes for the sparklings and you two must prepare for Megatron's next trip abroad."

"I need to continue my training," Optimus acknowledged. "Goodnight Sire, we will see you tomorrow. Honour, say goodnight to your grandparents."

The little femme looked over at them and smiled, purring loudly. Ultra Magnus stroked her head with a smile, she really looked cute when she was in a good mood. The young couple left with their daughter, leaving the two older Mechs all alone.

"A good day, I'd say," the younger of the two mused. "Optimus managed to resolve the problem in such a way that both bots were left more or less happy."

"Yes, it was impressive," admitted Alpha Trion. "One day, our daughter will also be an excellent diplomat."

"Mmm," agreed his mate with a hum. "Why don't we collect Aurora and settle her down? It must be time for her feed, then her nap."

Once her nap was completed, she could spend a bit of quality time with her creators before perhaps another feed and then it would be her bedtime.

"You're right," Alpha Trion gasped. "I just hope there's enough left for her."

Ultra Magnus rolled his optics, his mate was still panicking over that. He could only imagine how he would react the next time Honour got hold of him and he knew that would happen. The little Sparkling had clearly enjoyed his mate's fuel and was bound to attempt to sample it again. It was only a question of where and when.

...

"Love, while I am away, will you stay in Kaon Palace?" Megatron asked his mate as they walked over the corridor. "With the children?"

"Of course," Optimus said. "Why there?"

"I need you to take care of things while I am away," the emperor explained. "I wish I didn't have to go but I must. In the meantime, I want my queen to be in charge, especially if there are more cases like Ironclaw and Stripes. I think you can handle those better than I."

"I'll do my best," Optimus assured him. "But at some point, the Decepticons will need to hear from you that their system of courtship, in the main, is not suitable."

"I know," Megatron told him with a small sigh. "I will need some time to get my thoughts in order about this. It won't be easy for some of my people to accept."

Optimus nodded his understanding.

"We'll find a solution together," he said with a smile. "On another subject, it would do Valour some good to get back into the routine at the Palace. He's gone through some stressful times, I'm just glad we were able to find Red."

After that, they kissed again.

It seems their night will be a passionate one.

Author's note. How do things continue with Megatron and Optimus's family? Until then.