Pairing: TFA Ultra Magnus/Megatron

Rating: Mature

Details/Themes: Implied mpreg, fluff, spin off of Megatron's Regime

Requested by GunMetal2017

Fighting against Megatron was one thing but raising sparklings was something else. To be fair when he found out he was pregnant, courtesy of the one mech he originally opposed, he questioned whether he was suited to be a carrier. Then again, he also had the same doubts about being a leader when he first took on the role but he did mighty fine apparently. Parenting seemed harder than anything the battlefield could have produced. Even three Decepticon Omega clones could not be this difficult to tame?

Astro and Magna connected heads and fell back. They weren't very pleased with one another and since they held mixed personalities of their creators, they found no shame in confronting the problem head-on…not just rhetorically. Most sparklings would have cried from the impact between the two but not them. They merely rubbed their helms in confusion before Magna leapt towards her brother again. A servo separated the two while Magna tried to scurry towards Astro like one of those bearded dragons challenging an opponent.

"I swear you two will be the death of me," Ultra mused. Both babies did not acknowledge his words of course.

When an arm wrapped around his waist, his servo fled away from his sparklings in surprise which allowed the two little ones to resume their roughhousing. He let out a gasp but then stubbornly elbowed his mate teasingly in the abdomen, earning a chuckle from his partner.

Megatron smirked, "Feisty today, dear?"

A roll of the optics and a mocking sneer was the response. "Don't jump on me like that. You know how I still get when I'm alerted."

"Ah yes, but you look so cute when you squeal, my pet."

It was true that since the war put him on edge, surprises were frowned upon for the longest time. Even after the ordeal with Shockwave this made him highly suspect of his surroundings so a good gesture was still met with some hostility until he realized whom it was from and what it was for. Megatron knew perfectly well not to do it but when he grew into one of those moods, sometimes he forgot in the agenda to court his mate by any means necessary. Ultra didn't blame him during that period and it seemed this was one of those times so it was forgivable.

The helicopter peered down on his children noting how cunning and powerful they were becoming at such a young age. Ironically, he had warned Ultra the chances of the sparklings having a mixture of their personalities were very high and that meant they were going to be trouble from the start. He and his mate knew some challenges were inevitable and this was one of them. Both loved their creations nevertheless, worthy heirs to a glorious empire they had built together after millennia of separation. Megatron admitted Astro and Magna were the greatest things he could ever have, perhaps even better than having Cybertron at last.

"They are a sign of victory and the outcome of prosperity, are they not?" The Magnus smiled. "The unification we hold so dear. Though I believe I may need more convincing…"

Megatron gave a haughty glance at his mate who in return shot him an impious look. He could not stop the Energon from accelerating through his system because of that. What Ultra was implying even after he said the sparklings were hard to handle somewhat stunned the warlord briefly but considering his mate was never one to back down from any task or challenge, a stubbornness he appreciated, it would be unlike Ultra to not consider having more kids to have Megatron prove himself as a worthy partner. Whether Ultra could handle what he was asking for was better left determined by his beloved and him alone. Megatron would not dare deter his consort's will…plus he didn't exactly dislike the notion of more sparklings either if it meant more of a lineage to his dynasty as well as more time to play for that reward too.

The warmonger mewled as he picked up his mate bridal style and began carrying the mech to their berth in the other room. He nuzzled the military truck's faceplates when Ultra suddenly froze. "Wait, what about the sparklings? Who's going to-?"

"Silverstrike! Voyager! Please take our younglings out to the gardens to let them release their pent-up energy for a few cycles," Megatron commed but did not take his optics off his dear Magnus.

The two guards entered the room and brought the sparklings to lie in their arms, cooing and toying with them while smiling at the little giggles they produced. They were the most trusted of the guards Megatron had within his fortress and he knew they loved spending time with his children. As the four left, he continued to his berth with the concerned Ultra in his arms.

"There's no need to be worried, my dear. You know they will take care of our sparklings."

"It's not that. It's just it's so weird for me to see your Decepticons a part of me and my children's lives. It's not bad, of course, but it's a very good strange. I hope that's not offending."

Megatron shook his head with laughter before setting his sparkmate down, bringing the smaller mech's hips to align with his own. "You can never do such a thing, I assure you."

Giving a low moan, Ultra kissed the silver tyrant as the latter began to map his chassis. He gave another look of pure guilt when his interface clicked open and saw the upbeat reaction of his mate. Feeling Megatron's enclosed panels grind against his defenseless valve made a shiver of lust rattle down his spine.

AN: Eeeyyyy, UltraMega are back again! The breeding kink works well with this pairing, I don't know about you?