Pairing: Bayverse Optimus Prime/Quintessa

Rating: Teen

Details/Themes: Slight bondage, angst, one-sided, brain-washing

Requested by optimus + maximus

The chains that bound his wrists clattered when he tried to move them. The more sound they gave off, the more riled he was becoming. His back arched when he gave one final sharp tug at them but his efforts proved unproductive still.

He hated being restrained; there was just something about it that made him go into a panic even if it was for his own good. Oh yeah, he felt defenseless. Weakness didn't make any being less than another but it did allow enemies to exploit them easier and this "Quintessa" was not someone he wanted to be around in this state of helplessness. There was something off about her, something disturbing almost.

Optimus snarled when Quintessa came near, his optics never leaving her for a second. Disgust made itself known as she began eyeing him like some trophy she had won. He was not some prize as the humans like Attinger learned the hard way.

Quintessa thought different. Out of all the Cybertronians she had seen including Megatron, Optimus Prime was a beautiful specimen. Muscular build with definition, very handsome facial structure, and an admirable bravado. Many Primes, especially the first Thirteen, were the most stunning Cybertronians ever created but of course, they were an exact extension of Primus himself so there was nothing to expect less from the god's disciples. In a way, she felt a tinge of jealousy. Why couldn't she have the power to build such divine brutes? Well, she currently had one in her possession so it would be beneficial to capture and twist his pride by offering the one thing he wants most. Her own personal Prime; how her fellow Quintessons could see her now.

"You are an interesting mech, Optimus Prime."

"What do you want?" He hissed, his servos clenching threateningly.

The smaller being paid no mind to the response, only ghosted her hand over his cheek. "I could ask you the same thing. But what I want is irrelevant to what you need. Do you even know what you need?"

Optimus huffed, "I need to know why Cybertron only has pieces of itself left and why you are letting it wander the cosmos?"

Quintessa frowned slightly, "That's not what you need. I can see it in your eyes, you need to rebuild and bring your brethren home. Do you wish to make up for what you have brought upon your world?"

The pride of the Prime indeed rose out against her words as she predicted with a hidden smirk. His chest and abdominal plating heaved from his rising temper. "I did not do this to Cybertron! I did not mean for the war to divide us so that it would cost our planet its life. I did not-"

She backhanded him but made sure her control was not yet implemented until she could get him to feel a type of understanding. She scoffed, "You are responsible nevertheless because you failed to stop the destruction of the planet that needed you most. But I can fix what you've destroyed."

"You…can?" Now there's the progress she needed. He was no longer denying what he had caused.

"Of course but I require a favor from you in return. You remember the Staff I talked about earlier? Bring it back to me and with its energy infused with my power, I can make Cybertron whole again. You will be Cybertron's savior once more and Megatron will be waiting to make amends with you afterwards. You'll have more than just your planet back but also the one you consider your brother."

The Prime's optics scurried towards the ground in deep thought. "I…want that but-"

"But what?" Quintessa growled. "You already failed your people once. Don't make the same mistake again. This is your chance to make things right and you risk throwing it away? Pathetic."

Electricity began to pulse little by little through the chains. It didn't hurt entirely but it did make him extremely uncomfortable. He struggled more but the electric sting only began to increase, becoming painful enough for him to cry out. As soon as he eased his movements did the pulse lessen.

The so-called goddess sighed, "Optimus, it is time you knew the truth. The place you call Earth has another name: Unicron."

"Earth... Unicron? Cybertron's ancient enemy?" He muttered with disbelief. That couldn't be right. Unicron had been destroyed by Primus, wasn't he?

"Yes. You are going to kill him." His captor said with slight amusement.

Her optics suddenly flashed a bit brighter and Optimus felt light-headed, almost in a daze. His train of thought was lost to her voice, his breathing becoming coarse and venomous. His mind shifted towards a new objective which he thought was wrong but he soon began to feel like it was a necessity. He began to feel like it was the right thing to do. Right or wrong, he no longer knew the difference.

"With my staff, we will drain the very life from Unicron. Earth will die. And your world will be reborn...Nemesis Prime."

Seeping with immediate rage, he did not notice his optics darkened to a purple hue. The Prime snarled, "I will fight anyone who stands in my way."

His new master grinned with pride at her creation. Nemesis had awoken and she had to pity whoever stood in his way. She knew there had to be a dark side to the mech, everyone had their demons. It was only a matter of finding a way to release the monster within. Once Optimus realized what his task was and somewhat accepted his role, her control could reign over him easily.

"Good. Now my dear Nemesis, bring back what was stolen from me."

Quintessa gave a small laugh as Nemesis was freed from the chains that bound him and stumbled forward like a beast ready to kill. Prime at last was hers to command and hers to keep. A beautiful, powerful Cybertronian slave. Maybe when he returned with her staff and Cybertron was whole again, she would see what else her new soldier could do.

He was her puppet and she was pulling the strings now. Nemesis' purple optics burned with wrath he had not felt in some time, anger that he had kept in for too long. Optimus may have been hesitant to save his world but Nemesis knew what was right for the both of them. Humanity and Autobot morals stood in his way of Cybertron's rebirth. Well, he will have to fix that. No sacrifice, no victory.

AN: Evil Nemesis is coming to fuck up your day for his goddess. Even Quintessa appreciates Optimus' form (don't we all?). I added the conversation they had with the chains near the end there to better fit with the movie instead of rewriting the entire scene because canon-complaint can become a bit funky if not handled right so sometimes I try to avoid altering canon lines but I will add onto them with before and after segments no problemo!