"Never Let You Go"
(Written in Megatron's POV, set after One Shall Rise Part 3)
Energy raged through me like a torrent, the blood of Unicron at its strongest ever. I felt the power surge pulsate across my entire frame like lightning. I almost lost control, but had quickly regained my will as the Prime released the matrix into the chaos bringer's dark spark. My blade was lifted high and ready to come down, ready to strike with my own intention. I Megatron, found myself at the golden opportunity to end my greatest frustration. But when my sword did come down, calling for the energon of my oldest enemy to spill, I faltered
Those putrid blue optics stared back at me with a painful innocence, resurfacing memories long forgotten, pushed away. They held a gaze of both puzzlement and a familiar helplessness. This was no longer the Optimus I had come to know, to fight, to hate. He looked up at me like a lost sparkling, the courage of a prime gone from that stare as if never there. He then spoke, muttering a name in confusion that deceived my own audios, caused me to stop dead in my tracks.
"Megatronus..?" He mumbled clearly disoriented. That name I hadn't been associated with in centuries sent an ache through my spark. Why it had affected me so I couldn't discern, knowing that what once was, was all in the past and shouldn't. Looking in those optics though, the searing ache compelled me otherwise. I reached my hand down and helped my enemy, my old friend, to his feet.
"It's okay Orion…" I vented shakily, the sound of his old name filling me with yet another nostalgic pang. "Come, we must get out of here." I held onto his servo, helping him along quickly as the rest of the Autobots caught up. They pulled their guns on me as the space bridge opened, only to be shocked as their leader left with me willingly.
They shrieked in disbelief and cursed as the portal closed behind us. Though normally I would grin at the amusement of a victory over the pathetic fools, my attention was drawn to the mech who now clung tightly to my servo with his own. It sent a familiar tremor through to my processor, shocking and comforting at the same time. I cringed as my emotions contorted between these old reawakened feelings to that of how I more recently felt. Emotions that I had thought were long dead and gone fought to the surface of my processor, my mind in turmoil, I begun to question my sanity.
As we boarded the nemesis a fearful look crossed his face-plate, to my further amusement he even cowered when my soldiers pointed their weapons at him, gripping my servo even tighter. No, this certainly was no prime, this was the young clerk who loved knowledge and hated violence. This was the mech I once called my friend… once spent quantities of time together with. I commanded my soldiers to stand down, explained to them no harm was to come to my guest, or so help me I'd rip out their optics and play a human sport of golf with them.
"Orion Pax is my guest and shall be treated with the utmost respect you have to offer." I made very clear, adding a glare that would disallow anyone to test my patience. Bewilderment rippled through the ranks, uneasiness evident in each individual con there. I ignored it though, and led Orion out of the main bridge, telling him about our cause, the evil Autobots, and their propaganda.
"This war has been going on since your disappearance." I continued, watching his intrigued expression as I rambled. "I can only dream of one day having peace from this ongoing nightmare." I only half lied, knowing that the kind of peace I sought was not recommended.
"Someday, Megatronus." He smiled up at me, increasing the growing ache in my chassis. "I know that you'll find peace; that a solution to the violence will be found and we can return home." He said with hope, but a hope I knew was hopeless. The naïve mind behind Orion's statement had no idea. I could only return his smile with my own of fraudulence, silently contemplating my inner motives. Having the Orion I once knew back, before he had betrayed my friendship and became the prime I loathed, gave me contradicting feelings of anger and remorse. I couldn't be angry with him though, as I felt the tug of another long forgotten feeling at my spark. Primus, it was sickening. I felt myself at the edge of a cliff, wanting to kill this mech who made me feel this way, but at the same time… love him.
When I looked at him now, I saw both what he had become and what once was. My spark was tearing in two on the inside as he continued to talk of restoring Cybertron once this war was over, of returning home together, sounding exactly as he had all those years ago. Maybe bringing him back here wasn't such a good idea. I couldn't bring myself to do otherwise though, something within wouldn't let me.
I led him to his own new quarters, one of the spare rooms that sat vacant for other Decepticon officers who may arrive. He thanked me earnestly for the room, and said goodnight before I left. To my utter horror, however, he also bid me farewell with a soft hug. I nearly had a spark attack, managing to stand there frozen in shock. He just smiled though, either not noticing or maybe simply ignoring my discomfort as he closed the door.
As I walked back to my quarters my thoughts raced more than ever. That soft intimate gesture had sent my emotions off the deep end. No longer could I control myself as I hurried myself along as quickly as I could without drawing any attention. Primus I just wanted to scream! It was my more favored way of releasing tension to yell, especially when Starscream wasn't around.
When I finally reached my quarters I slammed the door shut behind me and brought my servos to my face. What was going on with me? This was Optimus Prime for Primus' sake, making me feel all, dare I admit, weak! I punched the wall in an attempt to release the manifested rage that collected in my inability to cope with this madness. I left my fist there for a klik and exhaled deeply before walking over and sitting on my berth. It was all too much to take in. Maybe after a decent recharge I could think properly. I closed my optics and tried to relax, but found that when I did, all I could see was him. My teeth ground uncomfortably as I tried to force the image away. His smile though, stuck in my mind like a deeply embedded thorn I could not reach. It was far too rooted to be ousted so easily, but I was too stubborn to give in and pushed him away until I at last sank into recharge.
That night however, I slept terrible, tossed and turned uncontrollably. Images assaulted my processor one after the other like a violent tempest. I saw Orion, the council, the primes, all flashing by in different disturbing visions. The dreams were vivid and horrific, like nothing I had experienced before. In one I stood tied to a post in the pits of Kaon encircled by the 13 primes who each took turns at stabbing me, speaking in an archaic language I couldn't discern. Another I saw Orion standing alone, who turned and smiled at me only to fade and turn to ash as I watched myself from a third perspective drive my blade through him. I remembered screaming in protest, trying to reach out for him, but I was only returned with a malicious grin from the other me who held up the sword, dripping with Orion's energon, in triumph.
I shot awake panting in a shaken state, traumatized by the images. Something was very wrong with me, Megatron did not have nightmares. Dreams though, I knew, are often the visions of the subconscious, of one's very own fears. I got up and made my way over to the mirror in the corner and stared at my reflection. When I looked though, I saw the face of a killer, Orion's murderer from the dream. I tried to push the thought away, taking a long swig from an energon cube. The smooth texture of the fluid was a comfort, though I knew that I needed something stronger to aid this sickness. It was no time for high grade unfortunately, as it was about time I headed out to resume command.
Reluctantly I left my quarters, hesitating on my decision to even to just have a little bit of high grade. The decision I would later regret as a sharp cold feeling struck me at the approach of Orion's room. My eyes widened as this feeling of anxiety took over, an unwanted and foreign feeling. Nonetheless I knocked on the door and waited, the sense of anticipation never leaving no matter how hard I tried to brush it off.
The door opened and I was greeted by that smiling face that killed me. On the inside I was faced with the ache that burned like frozen fire, searing my systems in an attempt to run me into the ground. If I hadn't so much self control, I swear I would have melted down right there. I'm sure any normal mech would have, given the circumstances, but I held rigid and strong keeping the feelings at bay.
"Good morning, Megatronus." He greeted laying a servo on my forearm. The warmth it gave off eased the ache and I relaxed a bit, smiling a returned greeting. "I trust you slept well?" I asked him, getting away from the thought of my own failed recharge.
"Yes, thank you." He replied. "I can't thank you enough for the room. I wish there was something I could do for you."
I blinked, my mind going other places, but refocused with an idea. "Oh it's no trouble really. Anything for a… friend." I assured him, the last word sliding off my glossa like a knife. "But I could use your help with something."
"There's a particular project that your skills would be quite useful with." I explained as we walked to a particular room.
We both walked into a small computer lab with large screens on the back wall. I typed in a few codes bringing up the files on the Iacon Relics. "Well, what do you think?" I asked him, watching his face as he scanned over the glyphs. "I will see what I can do." He responded, beginning to go through the files. "Good." I stated. "Then I shall leave you to it. If you need anything, I'm only a comm. link call away" I told him before exiting.
Before I left to the main bridge, I posted two guards at the door. "Don't let anything happen to him." I commanded, "No one is allowed to enter this room."
The two vehicons quickly saluted me in acknowledgment. "Yes Lord Megatron." They said in unison, standing at ready. I left them in charge of protecting Orion, having my doubts about the Autobot leader's safety on this ship with even my order in place that he was untouchable. It would not surprise me if an of my soldiers broke rank to engage him in revenge for things he doesn't even know he did anymore. That was my biggest problem, the fact that Orion had no idea who he really was, trapped in the past of a much better time.
I entered the bridge and took my place at the front, getting my priorities straight in my head. It wasn't long before I found myself routed into my usual routine, yelling at soldiers and keeping an eye out for any unwanted Autobot activity. Of course in the back of my mind, I still felt the traces of my mental predicament prod at my conscious. I tried to ebb it away, look for a distraction, but with nothing else to conquer my attention I found myself yet again being bombarded by my thoughts. The image of Orion's dying face from my dream returned with an icy pang. I blanked out, watched it replay in my head over and over again. I focused on his optics, the light they held, watched as it faded, felt myself fade with them. It was then I realized, I never wanted him dead. All that had happened since then blew away with the ashes and I knew it was no longer what I wanted, but now what I feared most. How many vorns had gone by and I only now relinquished that I could never let him go.
It was now so obvious to me, that I had never stopped loving him. Had he not returned to me as Orion Pax I may have never realized, though maybe it would have been better if I hadn't. Nonetheless it was useless for me to continue to waste time to dwell on, what mattered was the here and now, not how it could've or should've been. Primus, maybe it was even a second chance, though I do not believe in such occurrences. At least now I knew the full reason for this ache, and what must be done to end it.
Upon returning to check on Orion that evening, I hesitated by the door and watched as he worked. It reminded me of the days I visited him at the Iacon hall of records, how I used to catch him by surprise in his workplace. The ache that plagued me turned into a familiar warmth and I approached him quietly, slowly wrapping my arms around his mid section and rested my head on his shoulder.
"Megatronus?" He startled, taken off guard by my arrival. I only chuckled and nuzzled his neck cables, smelling his rustic attractive odor that hadn't changed after all these years. "Orion…" I said enjoying the moment. "It's been far too long since I've been able to spend quality time with you."
He seemed taken aback and sunk into my embrace "I missed you too." He replied in a silky voice. I felt him tilt his head up and look up at me, in which I stared back and got lost in his beautiful blue optics. Those optics which have haunted me, that pained me each time I looked into them, but that also brought me the greatest comfort. Looking into them I saw everything, all the moments we shared, from the day I first met him, the good days back on Cybertron, to the many times I held my blade to his throat. That violence left my spark as I pressed my lips to his, felt him give in at my mercy. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him, and that was all it took for me to let go of the last of my grievances. If I could I would have held him there like that forever, our lips locked in a reignited passion. When we eventually broke apart, I wanted nothing more than to resume. I placed a servo on the side of his helm which he leaned into and placed a light kiss, a gleam in his optics as he stared into mine.
"I love you Orion…" I managed to let out in a raspy tone. It felt so strange to say, but I meant it. "I know." He replied continuing to gaze at me with soft intent. "I love you too." He added, the words piercing me to my core.
We both retuned to my quarters and crashed on the berth. He laid beneath me, as I assaulted him with kisses leading down his neck cables. I stopped and chewed in the nook where it met his shoulder plating, lightly as not to pierce him with my fangs. Soft moans escaped him as I did so, and I reveled in the sweet sounds. His legs twisted around my abdomen and held me closer, our pelvic plating brushing against each other. I left his neck cables and returned to his mouth, nipping at his lower lip until he allowed me entrance. My glossa pushed in and roamed around, tasting what belonged to me. Muffled moans escaped his throat, and I returned them with a guttural growl. My hips ground into him as our kiss deepened, and I felt his servos grip at my shoulders. His optics were hazy with pleasure, a light blush now present on his face that mixed well with his innocent expression. I pulled away and placed a soft kiss on his forehead before bringing myself down to his pelvic plating. I heard him gasp as I opened his valve cover, and glanced up asking for permission. He nodded, and I resumed the course of action, my glossa licking lightly over his entrance before delving in. As I lapped up his lubricants he whined and trembled. His hips tried to buck, but I managed to hold them steady.
All of my tension had disappeared from earlier, and all I could think of was pleasing my lover. My glossa dipping in and out of him, I relished the taste and the pleasing squeaks I earned from him. "Megatronus…" He moaned loudly, squirming in my grasp. "Please, I-I need you." He begun to beg, the amount of lubricants that dripped from him encouraging.
"Please what?" I teased, leaving his valve and licking down his inner thigh. I watched his face contort into one of frustration, his optics shutting tightly for a nanoklik only to open and look at me with a pleading stare. Though normally I would not give in so easily, I allowed my spike to pressurize. "Are you absolutely sure?" I asked, positioning myself above him, my helm pressed against his softly. "Yes." He replied, shuddering as my tip grazed his entrance. "Megatronus, ahh, please…" He moaned, further encouraging me. I took his lips again as I begin to slowly push in, being as gentle as possible. As my length stretched him, I saw the look of pain cross his face plate. I grimaced and begun whispering sweet nothings between kisses.
"Orion." I vented, enjoying the sound of his name off my lips. "Bear with me, the pain will subside soon." I hushed as my spike filled him entirely. His servos gripped my shoulders tightly, almost leaving dents. We both lay there for a moment as I allowed him to adjust. The feeling of his valve clamped around me sent tremors of static through my systems. I willed myself not to move yet though, fearing I would hurt him even more.
He motioned that it was okay for me to move, but I hesitated before beginning to pull out. I paid close attention to his face as I did so, and only when I realized he was no longer in pain did I begin to thrust. I started at a slow pace, still worried, but gradually quickened as I gained more confidence that he was fine.
The generous amount of lubricant Orion was secreting allowed for my spike to slide smoothly in and out of him. The sensation of his valve clenching around my spike sent me into bliss, causing me to pound into him harder. His mouth hung open wide and his optics lulled back in ecstasy. I pushed in as deep as I could before pulling halfway out just to slam it back inside him. An animalistic drive came over me, and all I could think about was fragging his hard drive senselessly.
A charge began to build, and I felt myself getting close knowing that he must have been as well. He moaned and gasped beneath me, panted as I pounded him into the berth. I grunted with each thrust, gripped his hips as I continued with a vigorous passion. One last long hard thrust and I spilled my fluids into him, causing us both to overload. The static flitted through our systems in a delightful buzz. With my spike still inside him I thrusted a few more times getting the last of the friction before crashing next to him. Exhausted, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to me. "I'll never let you go." I mumbled into his audio processor. "Never." I repeated, holding him as close I could. "I already lost you once… I won't let it happen again."
I realized he hadn't heard me, already deep in recharge from exhaustion. I found myself unable to join him in that sweet slumber though, feeling a dormant fear resurface. What would I do if, when he regained his memories? Would he remember any of this, and if he did what would he think of me then? There was no way to tell what would happen now, but I knew deep down in my subconscious that it couldn't end well…
Feels feels feels! These two, I swear to primus... I just can't! D:
Probably one of my major OTP's here is MegatronxOrion Pax/Optimus Prime, so naturally I had to write some emotional moop for this pairing. I went with Meagtron's POV for this one cause I love to put the heartless warlord through emotional pain. What can I say, I'm a sadist. Oops.
Seriously though, the idea of Megatron having these kinds of feeling buried within him under that gladiator exterior is a thought-provoking concept. I have an obsession with emotions, particularly the darker less understandable ones, heh. Tell me what you think, I love to hear from my readers!~