Pairing: TFP Megatron/William Fowler

Rating: Explicit

Details/Themes: Hinted violence, brief sexual relations, innuendos, jealous!Megatron

Requested by LittleBittyPretty1

Fowler cringed as he saw a Vehicon's head shot off from their shoulders, the helm clanking far from the body as the frame collapsed onto the floor. He clasped down on his crossed legs nervously as he stared to his left at the menacing presence that forced the death.

"And that, my dear Fowler, is exactly why nobody should touch you except me," Megatron growled.

The human's eye twitched with his mouth agape but said nothing. The Vehicon who perished had been a very nice one and often comforted him after Megatron decided to become playful. The mech brought him food and even a few games to keep his mind off the stressful situation he was stuck in but now, he had nobody. Only Megatron remained.

The warlord blew the smoke from his fusion cannon and directed a smirk at his pet. He then put on a fake pouting voice, "Aw, did I break one of your toys?"

Bill gulped, "He was just...just a friend."

"Friend? Why would you need a friend like that when you have me? Am I not your friend?"

If he answered, who knew how Megatron would react? Bill just stayed silent, looking anywhere except at the Decepticon Leader. That didn't seem to please the mech either because he could see in the corner of his eye Megatron shifting a bit unsteadily.

He had been a prisoner of Megatron long enough to see the world cyberformed and know what each expression the Decepticon made meant, and this was obviously a movement of irritation. If he didn't act soon, Megatron may just force him to show how much he "liked" the monster. It wasn't a fun experience before and it wouldn't be fun now.

Megatron sniffed the air a little to try and read the human's emotions. "Am I not your friend, Fowler? Am I not good enough for you? Was that Vehicon better than me!? Did you like him?"

That question threw the former agent off big time. He stuttered, "W-what?"

"I could be better. I can prove it to you here and now."

Fowler had little to no time to register the situation when he was taken off his pedestal beside Megatron's throne, formerly Abraham Lincoln's, and placed in semi-warm but blood stained servos. At least he knew at one point there was blood on the tyrant's palms and he doubted Megatron washed them off with soap and stain remover. He grew fearful of what Megatron had planned if prior encounters were anything to go by.

He suddenly felt Megatron's claw tip tweaking his belt, breaking the buckle with little care much to Bill's distress. Since he was wearing his favorite Army Ranger formal attire which he was enslaved in by the Con because Big Bad liked it too, the distress was more due to the hatred of his suit getting destroyed than the sinister thing which was intended to happen to him. His priorities were obviously mixed at the moment.

"W-wha-what are you doing!?"

Megatron barely gave anything but a neutral expression, "I'm only proving I am better for you. You don't need anybody but me now, and you'll know why."

His pants now had a giant hole in them and as soon as it appeared, he knew there was no going back as did Megatron. It also meant the bastard owed him a new suit too. It was odd how careful the mech was with him, how he was treated so delicately but the warlord refused to hurt him.

His tongue felt oddly nice which made the human moan but the sharp teeth made it sound pitched which was perfectly reasonable because Megatron was only a muscle spasm away from making him never have boner ever again.

What was funny and somewhat crude was the entire situation that led him to this moment. That Vehicon never laid a servo on him, didn't even like any humans in the implied way Megatron was convinced. He was just a friend, a friend no more.

Fowler let out a sharp cry and clutched his master's thumb to steady himself. He didn't bother to meet the mech's optics as the tyrant used his glossa to lick the rim of his mouth and swallowed the sticky resin he had collected.

"Like I said, my dear Agent Fowler, you're mine. Mine to do with as I please, mine to comfort, and mine to hold. I would pity the next unfortunate soul who tries to come between that, pet," the warlord chuckled.

Bill simply glanced off to the side as he was sweating up a storm. "For now."

AN: I finally extended this pairing to a more sexual preference though I'm a bit cruel as you can see. It was harder for me to get Fowler's interaction with Megatron compared to Lennox because Fowler wasn't my favorite human character for the longest time so I refused to study him properly but now I look back and he's not that bad. And, of course, I had to make Megatron a little psychotic because "space madness", you know?