Pairing: Bayverse Megatron/Nitro Zeus
Rating: Mature
Details/Themes: Implied sex, sadism, secret relationship
Requested by TrickLight2005
Arrogant, flawed monsters they were and they assumed the words were true because there was no point in battling what they were anymore. It was nothing new though. They had already seen it all, heard every whisper. It hardly deterred them from their decisions. They were both imprisoned with the same chains of war but scattered in ways no one would believe with their differences the only thing to uphold. One was quiet yet vicious, the other obnoxious but prosaic; their scars meant the same either way.
Mutilations were bragged amongst each other and infighting was a given because of it. They were unique to one another but held the same amount of agony, pain that made them turn into animals when the time came to show that their disfigurements were anything but laughing matters. Regardless of rank, they held their ground equally which meant they also had as much to lose.
If there was one thing they had in common, it was the reminders of warfare, betrayal, pain and grief forever embedded in their armor and their processors. There wasn't anything that could get rid of those mementos. All they had to do was embrace them. It wasn't hard to accept it or the admittance of what they've become, and those cuts were there for a reason.
Muting the pain with profanity was their only solution of escape. It kept them alert, invulnerable to what lied ahead every day they still continued to function. There was also the admiration of the handiwork which was what really made them so drawn to one another. The beauty of the horror they saw on their bodies was their motivation to continue exploring what the other was and could be.
Claws mapped out the dents and scorches delicately yet they always drew Energon which trickled down without notice. Sharp denta capable of ripping wiring out brushed against exposed protoform. Red dawn optics blazed with hate, capturing the sights of their target but never acknowledging their equal. That was what they experienced to dull their systems from tearing each other apart.
It was comforting but problematic they shared a keen interest in finding what ails them and turning it into something more useful for their survival. That meant their reliance on each other became a necessity and a sick indulgence. Not that anyone knew of this, of course, and not that they wished for anyone to know. It was for them and them alone.
The physical conditions told stories only they could read, could map precisely. Making those wounds spill their blood to speak on the Decepticons' behalf was all they needed to understand each other, and what followed after depended entirely on how stressful or victorious they were. New marks littered their armor every other day it seemed and the tales those told varied though they were no less welcomed as a treat against their counterparts who were earned otherwise.
As frenzied as they were given, both mechs could respect and envy them as the only times they felt like they absconded the terrible reality that was. Reminders that there was a limited way out of the pain but a way nonetheless they would not take for granted. They despised each other, yes, but their getaway from their deformities was well worth their time together. Of course, it was only a matter of time before only one would walk away from the perverse clemency they had found together.
In the end, their traumas would eventually fade with their mind and body. The terror of their actions would not, however, be forgotten. Their scars upon the world will never fade and they are fine with that. In the meantime, they might as well create some more for themselves.
AN: I think they hate each other profoundly because their interactions seem laced with some sort of tension. I could be wrong but this is how I've been seeing them while writing this.