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Megatron stood behind the main controls on the Nemesis' bridge, overlooking the clouds of Earth below him. Soundwave was at the lower level of the bridge on the communications computer when he buzzed Megatron's comm. Megatron turned to look at his communications officer, who also turned to him.
"Soundwave has received incoming private call for Lord Megatron only. Location: unknown, caller: unknown," Soundwave stated. Megatron heard him but couldn't tell if he was talking at him or through the comms since his visor covered his face.
"hmmm," Megatron pondered. It could be anyone. There was the possibility it was Decepticon scouts or a Decepticon requesting backup on a distant planet. "Patch me through, Soundwave."
"Negative. Caller requests a private terminal used. Soundwave suggests old communication center in storage room 3," Soundwave responded.
Megatron headed to the bridge doors and paused. "Do not record this message, Soundwave. I will handle this," Megatron instructed him. Soundwave gave a nod as Megatron headed to the elevator. On the ride down and walking through the corridors, his processor ran through multiple scenarios. When Cybertron fell, multiple bots scattered across the galaxies, including Decepticons. This call could be any one of them.
He reached storage room 3, which was more like a closet, and stepped inside. The communications computer was still functional, just hardly used. Its amber hue lit the room enough for Megatron. The door hissed shut behind him, and he pressed the lock button on the panel. With a few keystrokes, he patched the call through.
"This is Megatron, Master of the Decepticons. Why have you called me?" He questioned harshly.
A familiar yet breathy voice came across.
"Me..Megatron?" the voice asked.
Megatron's optics widened, and his mouth opened.
"What do I owe the pleasure of a personal call from the leader of the Autobots himself, Optimus Prime?" Megatron grinned. His curiosity was piqued. This was unexpected.
"Soundwave.." Optimus' voice trailed off.
"He's not listening nor recording per my orders, but maybe he should," Megatron confirmed.
"No! No.. hah.. Megatron..ngh," Optimus tried to oppose it. His words came out fast, but the spacing between them was lengthening.
Megatron's processor was moving as fast as it could. Prime's voice didn't have his regular, commanding, strong presence. This one was full of interruptions, filled with fillers and exvents. There was even a grunt in the last response. Was something wrong with Megatron's audial receptors? No, they were just checked by Knockout. Was Prime's vocal output damaged? He would have been the only one to do that, but he never aimed at Prime's throat. He has heard these sounds before, but it has been long. A wicked grin spread across Megatron's mouth. He was going to draw it out of Prime.
"So, Prime," he emphasized the name, "how can I assist you?" He leaned on the comm desk with both servos, moving his body closer to the computer. He may not have a visual, but he wouldn't need one.
The other end was silent for a moment. "I.. ah.. I.."
"You what?"
"I... I mi.. ah, hah, I miss.." Optimus stammered.
Megatron focused on the call and Optimus' voice, and now he could hear the background noise, including the sounds of movement. "Oh, you miss something? I wonder what it is you miss?" A few moments of silence passed from the other line, and Megatron broke it with another question. "What are you thinking of, Prime?"
A sudden ah and nngh broke this time after the question. Megatron heard the faint squelching of lubricants and fluids being pushed around on the other end. He shut his optics. He would have loved to have been there. He imagined Optimus all gathered up, running his digits around his valve and forcing them inside. Megatron loved watching Optimus' face show vulnerability and pleasure. He was so used to the brave, flat affect Optimus now has that it would have been pleasant to witness. He reminisced on how Optimus used to get fluid built up in the corner of his eyes after starting to interface and how he blushed a cool blue of Energon. Megatron brought himself back to the present.
"Oh, Optimus, you're missing something? Is it me?" He teased. He could hear Optimus' breath hitch. He didn't give him any time to respond. "Do you miss me overpowering you, holding you against me, and taking you wherever I wanted?" Still no vocalization from the other side. "Perhaps you miss the times when you had the mighty Megatronus be like putty in between your legs?" Megatron heard Optimus' helm's fans turn on high. How cute, Megatron thought, he's blushing. He hasn't changed in that respect.
All this talk and recollection made Megatron start to want to join in. He hadn't touched himself in a long time, and the mood seemed right. He focused on running fluids toward his pelvis, and the plates slid down, revealing his spike. Once pressurized, he grabbed onto it with one servo, giving it one pump to initiate lubrication.
"Do you remember it, Prime? The color of it? The feel of it?" Megatron interrogated.
"Yes.. hah... of course," Optimus replied.
"I remember everything about you. I remember everything about your body—all of your sweet spots. I remember how you feel encased around me. Your valve took all of my spike, like they were two perfect puzzle pieces. Primus, you looked so good doing it. You were the most beautiful bot I had ever seen," Megatron told him, stroking his spike.
"Megatron.. ah, ah.. ah.. I.." Optimus started.
"Where are you?" Megatron caught himself sounding slightly desperate. He almost asked him to meet at an undisclosed location.
"I'm.. ah.. on my berth at our base.." he replied, almost like he knew what Megatron was trying to get at.
The squishing of fluids was sounding louder and messier on the other end. Optimus must have been getting close. Megatron pumped his spike faster.
"Are you making a mess? Does thinking of my spike, NNGH," Megatron had tried to say, but one of his strokes caught him off guard and sent a jolt through his body. Now Optimus knew that he, too, was pleasuring himself.
"Megatron?" Optimus queried. Megatron could tell there was a smile in the tone. He would have stopped that smile with a forceful kiss if he had been there. "Meg... hah, Megatron, I'm so... ah, close... ah."
So was Megatron. He pumped his spike fast and hard. He was sure Optimus could hear it on the other side. Megatron asked another question, "How many digits are in you right now?"
"ah, one.."
"You need at least two. I'm bigger than that. Did you forget that stretch? You used to squirm at first."
"Megatron, hah, I.. I have two in.. but, nngh, I'm not going to, ah, make it."
The sounds coming from the other end were fast, loud, and lewd. Megatron loved it. He was also sure the sounds on his end were reaching Optimus' side.
"I'm going to overload," Optimus told him quickly. There was a grunt, followed by several hitched "ah"s and a long exvent.
As soon as he heard Optimus, Megatron was sent into overload. He aimed his spike down and released the built-up transfluid onto the floor. He couldn't help but vocalize his overload to Optimus with similar grunts. After he was spent, his spike had retracted into his pelvis, and the plates slid back to their regular setting. Megatron's exventing had slowed, and he paused to listen to the other end.
"Prime?"
A flat, monotone voice responded. "Thank you, Megatron. Ending communication."
"Heh," Megatron snickered.
The call ended, and the communications computer dimmed. Megatron pressed the side of his helm. "End audio recording," he said out loud and heard a confirmatory beep. After all, the caller said Soundwave couldn't record but didn't say anything about him. This audio was going into his personal archives.
He unlocked the door and returned to the bridge with a newly energized ego.