Pairing: TFA Omega Supreme/Megatron

Rating: Explicit

Details/Themes: Manipulation, bondage, sub!Megatron

Based on an art piece by schandbringer

"Why, isn't it obvious? I'm your prisoner, of course. And, as you can clearly see, I am quite helpless," the tyrant smirked.

Omega was hesitant to answer, "Yes, justice…must be served."

Several of the mechanical arms that didn't hold Megatron or Starscream twitched in thought. Since they were extensions of Omega himself, Megatron quickly noted how unsure the living Autobot weapon seemed to be about his captives. His optics trailed one of the arms' movements, watching while it grabbed ahold of stasis cuffs located in a subspace in the corner of the room. Cables of different widths extended to wrap around another pair. The way the cabling acted, glided almost, made the warlord curious. What else could they do?

"Great pep talk, oh brilliant strategist. Now we're going to be shipped off to Trypticon Prison!" Starscream scowled.

Ignoring him, Megatron peered down at the arms holding him. Each one had their sets of cables and he was at their mercy. Watching the cables then dive into a compartment three times smaller to no doubt readjust loose wires had him thinking. When they began sliding in and out of the tiny space, sudden waves of heat pumped throughout his system and made his interface equipment stir. What else could they do?

The Space Bridge had to have drained a lot of power when Omega took in most of the unstable energy released so if the warlord planned this right, the large Autobot vessel would go into stasis once he used any remaining strength via transforming more than twice, using his ability to fly…or perhaps an overload would bring the behemoth down. That may take a bit more work but Megatron wouldn't exactly have anything to lose. In fact if he used himself as Omega's toy, he would win much more than a sleeping giant at his command.

A large pair of stasis cuffs were placed on his shins while the normal sized cuffs headed towards his wrists when the helicopter finally chuckled, "As your prisoner, shouldn't you be punishing me to teach me a lesson of my crimes?"

The arm carrying the restraints halted. "I…punishments for prisoners are not in my directive."

"But surely you wish to make me comply with your code of behavior, sir? This means you can use any method to tame me. In fact, those cables could be used to inflict the most compelling of penalties if you know how to use them."

"You are correct, I must make you obey my protocol," Omega grunted.

Oh this was too easy. Megatron bit his lip when the tubular appendages began to wrap around his thighs. They circled around his forearms, his chassis, and one even went under his aft and back over his heated interface panel. The feeling of them rubbing against him made a small moan emit.

"Your core temperatures seem to be rising. Is this the punishment you referred to?"

The warlord squeaked, "Y-yes although to completely make me submit, perhaps placing your cables into my interface port. It will do the trick faster than any other method and it will have me begging…trust me."

Omega grew very silent as Megatron opened his lower region to reveal his hardened spike and a leaking valve. Giving a snarl of faux pain as a cable brushed between the lips of the opening, he secretly smiled as the dim-witted sentinel took the bait. The arms Omega controlled quickly changed positions and grasped each of his limbs separately while spreading his as far as they could go with the ankle-bound stasis cuffs on.

"You will suffer punishment for your atrocities, Decepticon," Omega growled as his cabling lined up to penetrate him.

The grey mech simply mused, "By all means, do your worst."

In unison, the cables slid inside the captive tyrant. Megatron couldn't hold in a shiver of pleasure and pain as he felt his valve being invaded. A sickly sweet sensation rattled his frame whenever some of the cables would forcefully twist out and slam back in. Above his own sharp intakes, the faint rumble of Omega's supposed ventilation system was audible. His plan was going accordingly; he just had to hold out long enough to bring the sentinel to overload first.

"Are you s-sure this is fine?" Omega's now timid voice echoed.

Megatron panted, "But of course, Omega Supreme, sir."

The pace didn't falter and the warlord bucked back as he was stretched wider from more cables entering. He hadn't been at the receiving end in so long that the foreign situation was a lot more stimulating than he recalled. He was already swelling in bliss and hearing the Autobot ship wasn't helping his building desire. Omega seemed less capable of controlling his outcry, breathing heavily with the bio lights throughout his main deck pulsing faster and faster. To think Ultra wasn't going to be very happy when he found out Megatron had turned his sentinel into a prisoner-pleasing drone made the tyrant amused.

The Autobot huffed, "S-systems…overheating…"

Megatron arched as the cables hit a particular spot. He couldn't take much more of this. Thankfully, the roar of Omega abruptly shook the interior and he winced when the intrusions in his valve suddenly jerked together deep into him. He yelled as it sent him over the edge. As soon as the sentinel's voice stalled, the cables stopped moving and the arms that held him unhinged, dropping him to the floor on his aft.

The overload aftermath had the helicopter groaning ecstatically, shaky servos attempting to keep him steady. He grinned as he slowly pulled the lifeless cables from his entrance. That was fun. Each cable he removed sent a slight pulse through his abdomen making him still horny to a lesser degree. He peered around once he was able to stand and sure enough, Omega had fallen into stasis just as he predicted.

A thump of metal reverberated behind him and he saw the head of Starscream gaping at him on the ground. "Sure, you let an Autobot frag you but you refuse to sleep with any of your loyal subjects. Mhmm, totally not stooping to low points right there!"

"Shut up, you ghastly traitor. At least I possess the Autobot's ultimate weapon."

"Now what? Are you going to suck Magnus' spike so you can take Cybertron?"

With a frown, Megatron kicked the head into the hall and took his place on the captain's chair. Omega was his at last.

AN: You can find the image it's based off of here: post/134372025523/schandbringer-why-isnt-it-obvious-im-your#notes