Disclaimer: Transformers: Prime and everything related belongs to the rightful company Hasbro. I am in no way shape or form making money off this.
Author's Notes: Optimus knew he was in trouble when he awoke only to find himself bound and in a dark room with none other than Megatron himself, but his fears grew when the leader of the Decepticons reveals they are not quite so alone as he thought.
Title: Rightful Claim
Pairing: MegatronxBumblebee+Optimus Prime (Prime/RID)
Sequel to "Mind Games"
Awareness came to him slowly, processor acting from an abrupt crash that sent him to what appeared to be stasis lock, but the mech could not remember what had caused it. Some of his memory files were corrupted, and parts of his systems were offline such as his comm link, but according to his chronometer he had been offlined for a few megacycles. Groaning lowly he moved to sit up but the feel of restraints had him online faster, optics activating with a brief flash of light.
He was not in his berthroom, nor was he anywhere that he recognized as Outpost Omega One, but as he looked down at himself he found that someone had shackled his peds to the floor and his servos were also bound above his helm. He tried to stand up or even move but warning filled his HUD of low energy reserves. Cycling air through his vents, the Prime found that his weapons had also been disabled, leaving him defenseless as well as vulnerable but he would not panic.
'I must find a way to free myself,' he said to himself, wondering if he could force himself to at least stand when he detected the EM field of another bot, one he had failed to recognize as soon as he onlined. "Who is there?" he called out, trying to peer into the darkness.
"Do you know how long I have waited to have you in my grasp, Prime?" a dark voice growled out, ped steps heavy enough to shake the very floor as the mech in question stepped out from the shadows, his red optics glowing like molten heat from the smelting pools themselves.
"Megatron." A surge of emotions filled his spark but deep within his chassis, the Matrix of Leadership calmed the frantic pulses, masking his true emotions and projecting a mask of indifference. "Why am I here?" he demanded, keeping his auditory and optical sensors primed.
The Decepticon warlord frowned as he slowly circled his prisoner. Once, a long time ago this mech was once considered an ally, a confidant, a friend, someone who understood his struggles and wished to change the structure the High Council placed on the bots of Cybertron, someone he had once considered his equal, only to betray him when he needed him the most and take what was to be his right, to bring equality to all. Having completed a complete circle, he stopped before his sworn enemy and stared down at him, seeing the defiance in his bright blue optics. He could still see some of Orion Pax in there, buried deep down inside, but that mech was no longer here.
Something was not right, that much was obvious, and yet the way the former gladiator was looking at him caused a sliver of anticipation to enter his spark before being quelled by the Matrix. "I ask again, why am I here?" he repeated himself, optic ridges furrowing slightly.
"… Always demanding things, how very like you, Optimus Prime," the tyrannical leader sneered even as he turned so he was facing away from the bound Autobot leader, clawed servos clasped behind him. "You are here because I will claim what is rightfully mine." He paused before adding with a low growl, "Something that you have stolen."
"You still do not understand, the Matrix of Leadership chooses the bearer who is worthy, I had no say in the matter." It was the same argument as always, but the other mech refused to believe that he did not have some say in the matter. "But even if I had the choice, I will never relinquish it to you."
A low rumbling filled the dark silence but the Prime was surprised to find that the other mech wasn't growling, he was—laughing. "What is so amusing?"
"You think this is only about the Matrix?" the silver framed bot chuckled, looking at him over his spiked pauldron. "No, that is not all that you have stolen from me." He turned to look forward as a low moan of pain was heard, indicating that there was a third being there with them. Derma plating twisted up into a predatory grin as a sunflower yellow frame was seen, servos bound high above his helm, peds barely touching the ground. Armor plating was badly dented, indicating that he had been fighting previously but had clearly lost. As the helm slowly lifted another low pained moan escaped the scout's vocalizer, sky blue optics brightening and focusing to the darkness of the room as he noticed the mechs before him.
"O… Optimus…?" He made to take a step forward but blinked and slowly looked up when he realized he couldn't move.
"Bumblebee." Even though the matrix kept his emotions in check, it didn't stop the Prime from trying to reach for the brightly colored mech, fighting against his restraints but they held fast and strong. He ignored the dark mech watching his struggles and was forced to stop when his HUD was once more filled with warnings about low energy reserves. "Release him at once, Megatron."
"Now why would I do something like that?" came the coy response. Turning his crimson gaze to the object of his desires, the massive frame stepped up to his other prisoner, looking him over rather intently. "I must admit, Optimus, you do have good taste in your choice of berth mates," he purred darkly, watching in satisfaction at the way the yellow bot before him seemed to try and shrink in on himself. "I have thought about extracting my revenge for so long, now that I am able to I am going to ensure that I savor every last moment of it."
"You have no right-"
"I have every right!" the warlord snarled angrily, cutting off his arch enemy with a vicious snarl, glaring at him with such intense anger. "Everything that was to be mine, you have taken! But no more, all that you have will now belong to me." Rumbling lowly, he turned his attention to the scout-turned-warrior and smirked, reaching out and grasping the smaller mech's chin within his servo. "Starting with your precious berth mate."
Bumblebee did not like what he was implying, and he especially hated the way the Decepticon was touching him. He tried pushing back, to put some distance between them but not only could he not pull back, he couldn't help but cry out in surprise when clawed digits reached out to trace over a particularly sensitive transformation seam. He vented sharply and fell still, fighting the pleasurable thrill beginning to warm up his systems. No, no he was not enjoying this, only Optimus was allowed to touch him like this! Even though it was futile Bee tried to get away, or at least pull back enough so he could kick him but instead a dark servo wrapped beneath his stabilizer and raised it up, leaving him even more off-balanced than before. "Let go!" he demanded angrily, hoping he didn't hear the tinge of fear.
"I know you are enjoying this, little scout," Megatron spoke lowly, pressing in so close their chassis rubbed against one another's. The sharpened tips of his digits traced over the lean stabilizer, tracing more seams and purposely stroking the hidden wires, he lifted it higher and growled lowly as he felt the smooth metal of their protective panels rubbing together. His other servo forced the yellow helm back, allowing him to lean down and graze fanged denta into the neck cables and wires, focusing on the silver scar he had inflicted on him so many vorns ago. His smirk grew when he felt the mech tense, failing to suppress the trembling of his frame. "Tell me something, scout, does the touch of your precious Prime excite you this much? Or am I an exception?" he murmured quietly into his audio.
"N-Not going to tell you—anything!" Bee forced himself to say but it was getting increasingly more difficult to ignore the pings of pleasure his systems were going through. He tried thinking of anything to help alleviate the situation but the slagger just knew where to touch him without trying too hard, as though he had already known. "How, do you know-ahh!" His question was cut off as digits dug into a particularly sensitive seam that caused him to buck into the other frame, grinding their panels together.
The low growl was so strong the vibrations sent a very pleasurable thrill through the tyrant's frame which passed into the smaller and brightly painted warrior, enjoying the low moan he was unable to suppress. "I know so much, my dear Bumblebee. I know where you like to be touch… and how." To prove it, Megatron used both servos to stroke the trembling frame, stroking seams and plucking at hidden wires, enjoying the way the Auto withered against him, grinding their frames together, he didn't have to hold him up as both stabilizers wrapped firmly around his waist, grinding their panels together in anticipation. It would be so easy to open the innocent looking pane himself, to claim what was rightfully his before the Prime, but it would be so much sweeter if the scout gave into him willingly. "I know all… including, how Optimus was the one to take your seal." Nipping at the pulsing cables his glossia slid out and wetly traced over the raised scar, growling softly as the mech trembled even harder in his embrace. "Excited?"
"No… the opposite," Bumblebee said cooly, servos curled into fists and forcing his frame to go limb, ignoring the faint tingle of pleasure as anger began to overtake his systems. "I remember everything now… you took over my frame, you made me do those things, you made me hurt my friends, you made me bring you back with dark energon. You, are nothing like Optimus and I will never submit myself to you." He winced as digits dug painfully into his frame, drawing a bit of energon as he felt the massive warframe pull away. He glared into the burning red optics, refusing to show any hint of fear. "You will never be half the mech Optimus is."
"… so be it." He allowed those slender stabilizers to drop down, stepping back he turned and walked over to where the Prime was still kneeling, forced to watch him molest his prized scout but instead of gloating his servo lashed out and brutally struck the other mech in the faceplates hard enough that his large frame jerked roughly to the side. He surely would have followed over if not for the chains that kept him in place but it didn't stop the warlord from striking Optimus once more, denting the thick battle mask.
"Stop it!" Bumblebee shouted at him, once more fighting his own chains but he watched helplessly as his beloved leader was brutally beaten, strikes raining down on him hard enough to dent and twist armor plating out of shape. "Optimus!" He had to help him, he had to protect him!
The red and silvery blue Autobot wanted to assure his lover that he was alright, that everything would be alright but even though the Matrix controlled his emotions, it did nothing to stop the pain. Systems were giving out critical warnings across his HUD, stressing the urgent need for a medic, he could stop the cry of pain and optics cycled wide as claws dug deeply into the center seam of his chassis. He looked down and watched as digits forced themselves in and began pulling at the plating, the groan of latches and clasps heard as his frame struggled to keep it from opening. "N-No," he grunted, struggling to escape but gasped in pain as he felt one of the latches snap violently, the plates opening to reveal an inch-wide gap.
"Once I have ripped out your spark the Matrix will have no choice but to chose me as the next Prime, then there will be nothing to stop me!" the warlord snarled angrily, hydraulic presses hissing and straining as he pull the plates even farther apart, listening to the painful groan at the remaining latches were being forced apart.
"No, stop it, please! I-I'll do anything you want!" The words were out before Bumblebee could stop himself but none of that mattered. Megatron stopped and slowly tuned to look at him but he nodded slowly, ignoring the painful throb in his spark at what he was prepared to offer to the glitched up slagger. "If you promise not to hurt Optimus… I'll give myself to you, and only you."
"Is that so?"
"B-Bumblebee, don't-" A black servo lashed out and Optimus' helm snapped to the side, optics flickering in response to the pain but it was not enough to offline him.
"Silence, Prime!" Megatron snapped but he calmly walked up to the scout and oh-so-gently, tilted the mech's faceplates up. "Swear yourself to me and I promise I will not harm your precious Prime."
There was no other choice, this was the only way he could save him. "I pledge my allegiance to you, Lord Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. Use me however you wish, I will never refuse any order you give me. Everything that I am…" Primus, the words tasted like acid, Bee couldn't help but falter slightly. "I am…"
"Yes, go on," the warlord purred darkly.
'I'm sorry, Optimus.' "Everything, that I am… is yours."
"Bumblebee… no…"
"Yessss…" Tilting the silver faceplates up, the Decepticon leader leaned down and pressed their derma plating together. It was a surprisingly gentle kiss, one that the scout was loathe to admit felt pretty good but as he slowly began kissing back, Megatron deepened it. A slick glossia licked at the scout's lip plates, coaxing them open he released another dark purr as they parted and he was finally able to taste the scout that had been plaguing his processor for quite some time. Dark, deadly servos reached out and slid along the yellow plating, pulling him close enough so when he allowed his interstellar engines to rumble loudly, the vibrations once more passed through him and into the other mech. There was a sharp intake of air and Bumblebee shuddered but he also leaned into the silver frame, vents opening to release the excess heat his frame was building up.
Optimus could not believe what he was seeing, his beloved scout had given himself over to his worse enemy, just to spare him from being offlined. He tried to get up, to do anything he could to stop him but with all his struggling he had burned through even more of his reserves and his non-important components were shutting down to try and preserve what little energy he had left. Dismayed that all he could do was sit there, unable to do anything the Prime looked away, off-lining his optics. He was tempted to offline his auditory sensors so he would hear the way his scout moaning in pleasure, but it all stopped only to be replaced by the heavy steps of peds coming towards him, an overpowering EM field pressing into his own. The sharp edge of a blade pressed firmly beneath his chin forced him to look up and into the glowing optics of his most hated foe.
"Do not look away, Optimus Prime. I want you to watch as I take your precious scout away from you," he growled lowly, threateningly.
"… and if I refuse?" He winced as the blade pressed in deeper, threatening to slice through the vulnerable cables and wires in his neck cables.
"I do not recommend trying my patience." But the blade was removed and the warlord stepped back and circled the panting scout, stepping up behind him and once more let his servos dance along the yellow plating just like before, but this time, the mech was leaning into the caresses, moaning his pleasure and silently begging for more. "That's it, little scout, moan for me. Let your precious Prime know how much you enjoy my touch."
No, no this wasn't right, he should not be enjoying this! But if he refused then Optimus would suffer. He had nearly lost him once, it tore him up so painfully, if it hadn't been for the fact that young Raf needed him he was certain his spark would have extinguished itself. 'I-I can't lose him, not again. Never again.' The yellow mech whimpered as the deadly servo slid down his chassis, digging into seams and tugging at hidden wires until it came to the protective panel leading to his interface equipment. He couldn't help but struggle slightly, trying to arch away from the foreign touch but he froze as the other servo reached up and wrapped around his throat, claw tips tracing the scar where he once had his voice box forcefully removed.
"You swore yourself to me, Bumblebee. Your frame is mine to use as I wish," Megatron growled into his audio, pressing his chassis into the mech's backplates. "If you refuse me… your Optimus suffers. Is that what you want?"
"… no." He winced as the servo tighten between his stabilizers to the point of pain, sharp digits roughly tracing the scar. "No… use my frame however you want… lord M-Megatron." He missed the dark look of triumph on the warlord's faceplates.
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Optimus groaned and panted in desperation; he was so close, just a little bit more and he could overload himself. His scout looked so magnificent the way he overloaded, his cries so sweet he could almost feel his valve closing down around him, coaxing him to spill his transfluid into his tanks. Oh, how he longed to hold him close to his spark, to whisper into his audio how much he loved him, to worship his frame and treat him the way he should be treated. Instead he was now a slave to the most fearsome mech Cybertron has ever known. He looked up sharply when he heard the all-too-familiar sounds of transformation seams and looked up in to see the razor-sharp blade extended. He didn't have to ask Megatron what he intended to do even as he continued to clutch an off-lined Bumblebee tightly to his silver chassis.
"Farewell, Optimus Prime." His servo came down, the sharp edge of the sword slicing down his armor plating, searing through internal circuitry and tubing, impaling his spark deep within his chassis, the pain so intense the Autobot didn't have a chance to utter a sound as his lifecycle was taken from him-
The red and silvery blue mech jolted out of his recharge with a jolt, servos clutching at his chassis but Megatron was nowhere to be seen. He looked around frantically, optics widening and narrowing as though expecting to find the Decepticon hiding somewhere in the shadows but all he found were familiar things in his berthroom. It took him a few kliks to realize all of it had been a very bad defrag his processor had subjected him to during his recharge. If that was so, then Bumblebee was-
A warm servo reached out and gently touched his upper stabilizer, bright blue optics looking up at him in love and concern. "Optimus, are you alright?" the yellow and black scout asked, rubbing the plating even as he took a large servo into his own. "You're shaking."
"Bumblebee… you're here," he said quietly, reaching out to tenderly cupped his faceplates, watching him lean into his touch even as he squeezed his servo tightly.
"Where else would I be?" he asked with a small smile, nuzzling the servo but he was still concerned as he felt the servo continued to tremble in his grip. "What's wrong?"
"… I, dreamt that Megatron took you away from me… and I was unable to stop him," he admitted quietly. He could still remember every bit about the defrag intimately, the way the one he used to all his friend took his beloved before him, even forced him to give him pleasure before killing him on the spot. Despite the matrix keeping a tight control over his emotions he couldn't stop the tremble that racked his frame, causing his plating to rattle loudly.
Bumblebee shuddered his optics but he quickly straddled his Prime's lap and leaned up so they could press their forehelms together. He revved his engine loudly, waiting and listening as the larger mech did the same, his servos coming up to wrap around his frame intimately, just holding him close. Neither of them said anything for several breems, letting their engines rumble in the quietness of the berthroom. After a bit the engines quieted down and Bee was pleased to note that his prime was no longer shaking. "Better?"
"Yes, much," he answered with a soft vent. "I am sorry I disturbed your recharge."
"I'm just glad you're okay. But you need some more recharge." The larger mech was uncertainly but allowed himself to lay back yet refused to let go of his golden scout. Bee didn't mind, especially if it kept his lover calm, he didn't mind being held like this. "Optimus?"
"Yes?"
"Megatron, or anybot else, will never be able to take me away from you." Looking down at him he leaned forward and kissed him softly, moaning softly as he was kissed back, the servos tightening their embrace around him. "I love you."
The Prime smiled, his spark releasing a strong pulse at the declaration of love. "I love you, my Bee." Venting softly, he felt his scout settle atop of him, helm resting on his chassis it didn't take him long to drift back into recharge but Optimus continue to stay awake. He couldn't remember the last time he had a defrag that vivid, but he did not like the implication it imprinted on him. He knew Megatron was interested in obtaining the Matrix of Leadership for himself, but taking Bumblebee and claiming him in such a manner-
'No,' he thought to himself as he once more tightened his servos around the smaller frame, feeling him stir slightly before falling still, his own servos clutching at him even deep in recharge. 'I swear by the Matrix itself, I will never allow him or anybot else to take you away. You are my spark.' Pressing a kiss to the top of the yellow helm, the Prime drifted into recharge once more, this time his processor void of dreams, bad or otherwise.
Author's Notes: Okay, first I want to thank everyone for staying with me and don't worry the other chapters are coming I just kinda, ran into a wall. So think of this as a kinda "thank you/sorry for the wait" extra chapter to enjoy :)