Pairing: Bayverse Megatron/Hound

Rating: Mature

Details/Themes: Sexual humor, sarcasm, morphophilia, molestation

"Come and get some, you little bitch!"

Bullets knocked Megatron backwards but he quickly rolled himself right side up and shot the Autobot with three blasts, the radius of which destroyed several scrapped cars in the process. Sneering, the warlord growled as he approached Hound whose hide was merely missing a few pieces but showed no injuries otherwise. The Autobot was resilient to fusion cannon damage…that was impressive for his kind.

Before Hound could pick up his weapon, he slammed a clawed pede onto it to prevent more retaliation. He lifted his battle mask and snarled, "No, no, Autobot, there's no need to make things more difficult than they should be."

The military truck scoffed, "Unlike you to tone down a challenge, you blood lusting bastard."

"Do really think it wise to back talk me in your position, my dear Hound?"

"Fuck you, Decepticon. I don't deal with the devil especially when he's as ugly as you."

"Very well then."

In an instant, Megatron jumped on top of the Autobot and held the latter's arms down as he stared into Hound's fearless optics. Did this Autobot really have a death wish? The names he could live with; he had been called worse but certain words relayed inside his sick processor, giving him very distracting thoughts. He had the right to think like that since all fight and no fun made Megatron extremely aroused but never satisfied. Fine, if the Autobot wanted to act like that then he could be just as ruthless.

"You know, you're a lot more defined up close. You make my optics want to jump out of my skull," Hound huffed as he tried to rustle at least one of his arms loose from the ever tightening grip of the tyrant.

Megatron could feel the fat belly of his captive mold against his masculine abdomen well enough so he didn't have to put much pressure on his arms to keep him steady. It was actually an unusual yet flattering sensation. He also noted how heavily armed the Autobot was, especially since some of it rubbed against him pleasantly and if any of the grenades were to go off...well, a bang or two wouldn't hurt him.

Hound groaned in frustration, "Get off me, you sick psychopath."

"A sick psychopath, am I? It was you who told me to 'fuck you' and I'm actually considering taking you up on that offer. Perhaps even show you how much of sick bastard I am. After all, I'm 'not one to tone down challenges'," Megatron grinned.

For once, Hound didn't reply and if he did have something to say, it was lost among the realization that he should have kept his mouth shut. He immediately got his leg out from under the warlord and kicked the hip plating in the hope it would startle Megatron into letting him go. It only encouraged the Decepticon Leader to press down upon him more. He gripped Megatron's forearm as the other's servo began fondling his side. Of course, that wasn't exactly the only thing his enemy seemed to be doing. He gave a grunt of surprise when the Con's interface panel was pressed right above his crotch area.

"Are you a bitch in heat? Never took you for the frisky type; I always thought you lacked the necessities to do it," Hound grumbled in a cruel tone.

Megatron narrowed his optics at the comment before plunging his glossa into the Autobot's mouth to silence him. Despite the ticklish feeling from the beard, the tyrant seemed to like the taste of gasoline and smoke. It reminded him of Kaon and the sweet atmosphere that lingered among the city when it was operational. He grinded down upon the Autobot again to make some noise from his captive which earned him a low moan.

"You were so opposed to me a few minutes ago. What happened to that famous Autobot vigor, Hound?"

The smaller mech growled, "Kind of hard to do anything with you rubbing your filth all over me. If you stop, we can work this out bot to bot in the best way we know how."

Megatron shook his helm amused, "I think not. I already made up my mind to spare you this time in return for an outlet for pent up… aggravation. Next time we meet, Autobot, I will kill you."

"And I promise you after this, I'll blow your fucking head off," Hound panted as the warlord began to caress his interface cover.

In the background, both of them ignored the angry voices of the other Decepticons watching from afar while in the approaching TRF vehicles, Lennox and his team stared awkwardly at the screens as Megatron became more intimate. Ironically, Will was the only one not fazed by what was unravelling as he only gave an expression of bland disbelief.

"Sir," Santos gasped, "you never mentioned they could do that."

"You'll get used to it," Lennox dully replied with a grin as he took a drink from his canteen.

AN: I should probably be banned from writing Megatron with the chunky Autobots but I find something very endearing about Bulkhead and Hound that mixes weirdly well with Megatron. That or I'm just plain crazy. This is what happens when you people allow me these powers. And then there's Lennox...