Transtober Freaking 2025

by Bisco_kittens

Summary:

A series of one shots from the kinktober 2025 prompts. Mainly megop so enjoy!

Notes:

This is my first fic posting, participating in kinktober
I'll try my best to keep up with the days and posting so please be patient!

Chapter 1: Prompts List

Here's what will be written

Day 1 masturbation (dpax)
Day 2 kidnapping (megop)
Day 3 threesome (ratchet x op x meg)
Day 4 hypnosis (megpax)
Day 5 finger fucking (dpaxmeg)
Day 6 humiliation/toxication (megop)
Day 7 blindfold(dpax)
Day 8 cages(megop)
Day 9 shibari(megop)
Day 10 oral sex/punishment(megpax)
Day 11 come licking/handcuffs(opmeg)
Day 12 kneeling(opmeg)
Day 13 medical play (megop)
Day 14 possessive sex/choking (megop)
Day 15 object insertion (megpax)
Day 16 remote control (megpax)
Day 17 messy sex/service kink (Opdee)
Day 18 genital torture (megop)
Day 19 cream pie/electricity (opmeg)
Day 20 mirror sex (megop)
Day 21 monster sex (opmeg)
Day 22 quiet sex/gun play (megop)
Day 23 biting/praise kink (opmeg)
Day 24 gag (megpax)
Day 25 double penetration (ratchet x op x meg)
Day 26 cuckoldry (ratchet op x meg)
Day 27 helm/wire pulling
Day 28 multiple orgasm
Day 29 body worship/full bondage (opdee)
Day 30 breeding/degradation
Day 31 finger or other

Chapter 2: Day 1 masturbation (Dpax)

Summary:

First chapter, masturbation in the mines of Iacon.
Pax is feeling pent up and what better way then a quick one just out of public view with Dee who seems reluctantly but wouldn't have it any other way.

Deep in the mines Orion was reaching his limits, the strain in his joints aching from the hours of mining energon. Glancing over to his side was Dee who appeared strained and stiff as well from Orion’s very blatant staring.

“What? Keep working Orion”

Dee shook his head grumbling and sighing to himself after only catching one glance of Orion from the corner of his optics.

It was that familiar expression he knew all too well and really wasn’t looking to fall behind on quota today of all days. Yet Orion had other plans with that mischievous smirk crossing his faceplate.

Just before the two would clock out for the day Orion shoved Dee into the narrow alley between the buildings of the mines departments. Miners never had too many places to hide off so most just walked past not paying the two any mind.

“Pax what in pri-MUS!”

Clapping a servo over his own d16 just stopped himself from yelling louder than he just did. Pax was palming his interface panel, teasing at the seams with skilled digits. Coaxing a sharp moan from Dee who was beginning to feel the charge more strongly and no longer just a simmering pent up tension.

“Frag pax- not here! We’ll get caught… mhp-!”

Both of their backs were pressed up against the narrow walls of the two buildings forcing the two into close proximity. Concealed in the darkness where the neon lights couldn’t reach them.

“Come on deeee, please~? We haven’t done it in ages, I want you dee”

Orion pouted with the most cyberpup optics he could give. Hoping that Dee would give in with the help of his ministrations. And sure enough Pax had succeeded in getting what he was after.

Dee’s panel slid open revealing his already semi-hard spike that sprung out of its housing to slap into Orion’s servo. Licking his lips Pax teased around the base of Dee’s spike housing causing the appendage to twitch and its bio-lights to flicker.

The sweet noises coming from Dee had Orion looking up at the taller absolutely entranced by the facial expressions of the other. So Pax kept going to elicit those sweet sounds, wrapping his digits around the base of the spike and giving it a soft tug.

Before moving up and down bringing the spike to full hardness, it never failed to make Orion excited by seeing the large shaft. It was a mystery to Orion how he could fit such a size and how much Dee was secretly packing.

In some corner of Orion’s processor was a perverse prideful flicker of joy knowing he’d be the only mech to ever see and take it. As pre-transfluid leaked from its tip, pax rubbed a thumbed digit over the tip in a circular motion that had D16 grasping the smaller red and blue bots shoulder struts.

“Easy there Dee you’ll crush my shoulders before we begin!”

Pax teased just to see that embarrassed look in D16’s optics, the smaller bot always found some way to play with Dee much to his dislike. But his mind couldn’t focus too much on hating Pax for somehow never failing to push on his buttons even now.

“Mph- mmm Gah! PAX!”

Silver digits dug into the shoulder struts of Pax who paid them no mind as he picked up the pace with the noise. Dee’s shaft was leaking as he’d begin to move his hips more into Orions servo seeking that friction to his building charge.

“Frag Pax- more-”

Slick dripped from Orions own housing through the seams of his interface panel that caught the optics of Dee who wanted to get back at Pax for getting him this worked upon. His servo travelled down Orions side before slipping between his legs and rubbing the smaller panels until Orion whined and they transformed away.

Earning a groan from Dee who brought their spikes together rubbing up against one another. Pax wrapped his digits around both as much as he could, pumping them in sync together. Pax could feel the heat between them from the friction, his own spike paled in comparison to Dee’s.

Without thinking Dee began to thrust up more into Pax’s servos that wrapped around both of their spikes, pre-transfluid mixing together and running down creating a lubricant.

When Pax was beginning to lose strength and slow their pace down, Dee didn’t let that happen. Wrapping his own two servos over Orions as he made them pick the pace back up no matter how much the Orion whined and gasps.

His legs shook as they both got rougher and faster. The sounds of slapping metal together echoed through the alley, had Orion acutely aware just how loud they were beginning to be. If they didn’t finish soon they’d surely be found out by one of the officers, to which he preyed to primus that it wouldn't be Darkwing… again.

Pax could’ve sworn he heard Dee’s engines growl as he took control, setting a brutal pace that sent Orion tipping over the edge losing his previous control. The blue optics of Orion had rolled back as his mouth hung open gasping as his vents tried to desperately suck in air just as much that was leaving his systems.

Pushing up against the silver mech Orion buried his faceplate into the other's shoulder for stability as he’d rock his hips up in tandem with Dee’s rhythm that soon turned brutal the closer the two got.

“FRAG- DEE! PLEASE GAH-AH! IM ALMOS-”

Pax cried out when Dee got more rougher, his pace pumping them both was too much for Orion's poor processor to keep up with. But D16 didn't slow down or stop enough for the smaller to catch their breath, not even when Orion’s digits wrapped tighter around their shafts.

It only served to further spur on the other miner to clamp down his servos more around Pax’s. Grunts escaped Dee the mech tried to make as little noise as he could to no avail.

“Jussst- a little more pax- together… mmm-ngh”

Dee attempted to keep his voice down and low right into Orions audials that made a shiver run down the spinal struts of the blue and red bot. The two couldn’t hold on for much longer as their charge was reaching its maximum.

“MNGAH- OH- OH PRIMUS SO GOOD”

Pax choked out rubbing his spike up more against Dee’s until they could feel that familiar warmth spread up to their gestation chambers. Before Pax came tipping over the edge spurting his transfluid over both of them before Dee’s own erupted right after Pax coated the rest over both their servos and stomachs.

Their frames dirtied with their activity as it ran down coating both their frames in a bright pink. When their overload subsided Orion was first to slump against D16 trying hard to draw in air through his vents to cool his frame down. Dee’s frame was warm and comforting, a kind of ease that had Orion wanting to just fall into recharge right there.

And much to Dee’s likings was left with the other slumped in his hold fading into recharge. If it weren’t for the spare cloth in his subspace Dee would’ve killed Pax for the humiliation of walking out covered in the fluids of their activity.

Chapter 3: Day 2 Kidnapping (Megop)

Summary:

megatron plans to steal the autobots precious prime away however what wasn't planned was their coupling!

Optimus was certain that day would be his last, the warlord Megatron had bested the smaller bot. Knocking him down into the rubble of their battle, cracks in his frame let his energon seep out into puddles of blue liquid onto the ground.

The bellowing laugh followed by a deep amusing chuckle only made Optimus own engines growl, forcing himself to get up onto his hands and feet before attempting to stand once more.

“Never stay down do you? Too stubborn for you’re own good Prime”

Prime… the way that title rolled off Megatrons tongue and into the audial of Optimus never failed to tingle some unknown feeling inside the primes spark, he couldn’t quite explain how or why or what.

With a groan Optimus nearly stood up before being interrupted with a sharp precise kick to the stomach, sending the smaller mech tumbling across the jagged ground. Pain receptors flaring once again as he’d clench his abdomen.

“Stay down prime don’t give me more reasons to make sure you stay down. Permanently.”

The last part had Optimus finials flick up, that didn’t sound right? Before the blue and red bot could react, the warlord had struck once more than his damaged fusion cannon over the helm of Optimus. Knocking the smaller out, his faceplate planting into the dirt of the ground as fresh energon seeped out from the new dent in his helm.

Prime laid motionless on the ground his systems shut down but only for now. Megatron acted quickly, manually activating Optimus Primes grapples and tying him up with his own weapon.

Before hoisting the prime over his shoulder and taking the smaller mech with him. When the autobots had finally managed to get to the location Optimus had sent a distress comm from, there was no one to be found.

All that was left were signs of a clear battle between the two leaders but no signs of their precious prime. From the skies a seeker observed the distress of the autobots who were quickly forming a plan to get their leader back.

Starscream reported back hastily to Megatron who continued his stride back to base.

“My lord, the autobots are in distress just as you predicted they’d be having taken their leader. We should have the upper hand now to dismantle them!”

His pride oozing with confidence that this would finally be the day the decepticons will ensure victory over the autobots who so dearly protect this planet of rock and dirt called Earth.

“Patience seeker, they are not defenceless without their prime. Simply more… discouraged. Prepare for a counter attack”

Megatron ordered sending his SIC away to regain his privacy with the prime once more. The warlord already had a short fuse for Starscream and even shorter patience to deal with the seekers constant schemings.

“Now prime… it’s just you and I”

Laying the smaller bot down on the ever expansive table of his private quarters, Megatron loomed over as the prime started to regain his consciousness. Systems restarting and his optics shuttering open yet still fuzzy with spots from the hit to his helm that ached.

It took a few moments before his optics cycled out clearing his vision only to be met with the warlord staring down at him with those piercing crimson optics.

Optimus quickly moved his legs kicking the decepticon center as he tried to knock them back but when the kick landed, Megatron could only chuckle as it didn’t do so much as dent his chassis.

“Feisty even when you just wake?”

The taller teased which only had Optimus finials flick back with a growl revving from
his engines.

“Never shut up?”

The prime quipped back at megatron constant commentary that was beginning to grate on his audials. Making Megatron growl in response to pinning the autobot down stopping his futile attempt at escape.

“I see you still don’t understand your situation, prime? You are in my captivity as a hostage”

The silver mech stated bluntly followed with a tight squeeze of the servos that were clamped down on Optimus thigh and shoulder.

He’d pull the smaller closer till their interface panels were rubbed against one another. Prime let out a breathy ex-vent trying to keep himself.

But the clear charge in the air between their em fields told a different story of what Optimus really wanted.

“Eager are we?”

Megatron commented noticing how Optimus grinded his panel more against the silver mechs. There was a time Optimus had given the thought of taking the warlord, convincing himself it was only because he was charged up.

But the slick that began to form beneath his panels wasn’t a dream. Before Optimus could get lost in his own processor once more, his audials were drawn back to Megatron who let out a groan.

Grinding his hips harder against Primes, seek that friction like itch he just had to quell. The scraping caused paint to transfer between the two as Megatron watched intently at the pink that leaked from the seams of Optimus’ panels.

“Mmnp-ga-mega-tron stop- you’ll-“

Optimus had slung his head back against the table when the warlords digits moved to expertly palm the prime into transforming his interface panels away, allowing Megatron full access to his most intimate parts.

His valve glistened with slick that had formed, leaking and dripping down onto the table. His calliperse cycled in anticipation, tense and unused.

The warlord first sucked his own digits coating them in his oral coolant before sticking a single digit in first.

“Easy prime… ssshhh, that’s it, just relax”

The silver mech cooed working in and out the first thick digit, allowing Optimus to adjust his callipers to the new intrusion that wasn’t entirely unpleasing. Different yes. But not unpleasing.

With deep in-vents and ex-vents Optimus relaxed into the steady rhythm set by the other. Easing his tense valve into opening up more.

Soon a second finger joined the first, slipping its way in as his valve produced more lubricant, coating Megatrons digits that let them slip in and out more easily.

After a moment of prodding Megatron found the smaller bots sweet spot. Oh the tingle that went up his spinal strut.

“GAH! MMPH- oh oh frag!”

Optimus couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped him when Megs pressed more into his bundle of sensitive nodes. Hitting every single one when he pulled out before slamming his fingers back into them.

The sensations had Optimus spinal strut curving off the table allowing Megatron to push further inside, hitting his digits to the knuckles.

Primes sweet mouths and hung a gap glossa, had Megatrons own interface straining. It was getting harder to focus on the sweet expressions of Optimus and the way he could elicit such intoxication sounds from the prime.

The pings sent to his hud requested constantly to open his panels but they were all dismissed by Megatron. Not yet, he thought. Just a bit more to make sure Optimus could really take him before he’d go to the next step.

After all he didn’t want to break them… not like that at least.

“Just a bit more Prime, you’re doing so well for me”

The warlord purred into Optimus audials that in turn sent a shiver down his spine, the kind of shiver that clicked his fans on and the pits of his chambers warming from the sound alone.

Drawing a sharp gasp the smaller was accurately aware of the third large digit stretching his poor valve to accommodate.

This was bigger and more intense than the usual synthetic spikes or Optimus of digits. No, they couldn’t reach as far as Megatron's digits alone were going.

Brushing a node he didn’t know was beyond the one he could reach. But oh did it feel good melting into the touch.

Sliding in and out from the tips of his digits to the knuckles, megatron scissored them and massaged the passage. It didn’t take long before Optimus was clenching down on those delicious digits.

He couldn’t stop the grunts and barely suppressed moans with every brush over his sensitive charged blinking nodes. Just a little more he thought, grinding his hips down trying to keep more of Megatron’s digits every time they pulled back.

This had Megatron chuckling just how greedily Optimus, his rival was taking his digits like a deprived cyberbeast. Just as charged up as Megatron had been from their stellar cycles of fighting.

“We’re not done yet prime”

Megatron reminded his captive just as Optimus let out an involuntary whine when the digits slipped out of his valve, clenching down on nothing.

Taking a moment to steady and regain his venting, Optimus cycled his optics that he didn’t even realise had gone unfocused when he was experiencing those blissful waves of pleasure.

His optics travelled up to meet Megatron’s own piercing crimson optics before landing on those slicked digits coated in his own fluids. Watching intently as the warlord brought them to his glossa to lap at the mess cleaning off his digits, as he never broke optics with Optimus.

That same smirk Optimus knew oh too well was there but tinted with something else he’s never seen on the scroungy, grumpy warlord.

Optics following down when a click came before Megatron’s own interface panels transformed away. His spike sprung forward, released from its strained housing to full size.

Optimus didn’t deny himself it was intimidating, no way it was going to fit? He knew the decepticon was big but not… that big-

And it was already leaking, eager and at the ready. Megatron gave it a few pumps just to show off its intimidating girth and length.

Using the slick and coolant on his digits to coat his spike, soon repositioning himself back between the primes legs. Rubbing the length between the folds of Optimus valve coating his spike more in the fluids leaking from the prime generously.

His valve quivered at the friction and anticipation of the intimidating appendage. Which Megatron caught on to the worry seeping into his em field from Optimus.

“It’ll fit Prime. We’ll make it fit.”

Guiding his tip to his entrance, Megatron rubbed the folds teasing at the entrance before slowly pushing in.

“Haaa-fragin-wait! It’s too much- it won’t fit!-“

Optimus whined struggling now in his own grapples that still had his arms tied. But with the silver mechs servo on his hip and the other guiding in the spike into Optimus, the smaller could get far.

“Relax Prime”

Megatron didn’t give the prime much of a choice when one thumbed digit began teasing and circling at the sensitive node just above his slit. Blinking for attention after being ignored thus far.

“AH! Sl-slow down!”

Optimus legs clamped around Megatron’s waist futilely as the warlord continued teasing the blinking node while slowly inching himself deeper.

Optimus swore it was bigger than it was, afraid it might actually split him apart in this humiliating position. The sheer girth stretched the smaller more than any synthetic spike he had ever.

It brushed against all his nodes, inch by inch until Megatron was fully hilted. Feeling so full Optimus fans were on their highest levels, his valve strained against the foreign object and his processor glitching from the pain and pleasure.

Pulling out to the tip, Megatron thrusted back in all the way to the hilt. Groaning from the way Optimus took him, tight and warm.

A strangled moan came from the prime as his callipers clenched down after the girth that stretched him to his maximum.

Megatron nudges the tip insistently against Optimus gestational chambers with dark satisfaction. Watching the Prime squirm and mewl beneath him as he began a shallow but firm thrusting pace.

The primes back arched, his vocalisor filled with static, moans and choked whimpers.

“You feel so good prime~”

His words punctuated with a brutal shallow thrust that drew muffled cries of mixed pain and pleasure from the prime.

Megatron picked up the pace of thrusts with renowned figure, fragging into the smaller. His spike dragging deliciously across every node and reaching one’s Optimus didn’t know he had hidden so deep.

The slapping of metal on metal echoed through the room as well as the groans from Megatron and the moans of Optimus filled the room.

His pace picked up the longer they went on, pulling all the way out to the tip before slamming back in. It was a million cycles since Megatron felt this charged up and for his rival no less.

“Frag- you feel so good”

Megatron groaned, moving his servos to better grip the primes hip struts, his grasp leaving dents in the planting. As he better used the grip to pull Optimus back down onto his spike with every thrust.

Each thrust drives Megatron deeper into Optimus, each hilting punctured moans out of the prime. The sight of the smaller mech coming undone beneath was enough for the silver mech to quicken his pace.

Sliding in and out with ease because of just how much the primes systems were making to lubricant that thick shaft.

Megatron could feel himself getting closer and closer to his overload. While the prime kneeled over in pleasure, his legs now fully wrapped around Megatron’s waist pulling the taller in. Not wanting to let him pull back just enough because some part deep inside feared the warlord would actually pull out.

Both Prime and the warlord felt their charge begin to reach its peak. The silver mech groaning as he sheathed himself deep inside the prime, his transfluid filling them up nicely. As Optimus rolled his head back moaning and crying from the intense wave of pleasure, his insides fluttering and squeezing every last drop of Megatron.

Before the two could properly ride out their overload Megatron received a comm from Soundwave informing him the autobots were on their way.

Notes:

sorry this one took so long and might seemed rushed at the end

Chapter 4: Day 3 Threesome ( op meg ratch)

Summary:

Ratchet receives an unexpected invitation from Optimus to join him and his conjunx Megatron in the berth. What else does he say to the mech he's been fantasizing about?
and oh does he have no regrets in accepting.

‘What am I doing here? Stupid stupid, why did I accept this offer?’

Ratchet mentally cursed himself for how flustered he was getting and they hadn’t even done anything but sit down on the berth.

It was only a day ago that Optimus had approached and asked if the medic would like to join megatron and him. However ratchet didn’t realise that prime was trying to ask him to join them in the berth.

Cursing himself mentally the medic managed to stay calm outwardly and despite his best efforts didn’t want to admit he’d been hoping for this chance.

It was a stupid thing in his mind thinking he could join two such powerful figures and one he respected the most, Optimus whom he had a few dreams of that the red and white not ever dare fantasies too long on.

Yet here was his chance

A dream he never thought might actually be coming to life-

Him… Optimus… Megatron-

The same berth?

‘By primus what am I doing? Will it be okay? What if megatron doesn’t agree-‘

The inner turmoil happening inside ratchet's processor was clearly picked up by Optimus when he felt the disturbance in his em field.

Placing a servo on the medics shoulder reassuringly with a firm squeeze, that had ratchet taking a deep ex-vent before placing his own servo over Optimus.

“Everything will be alright, if you feel uncomfortable, friend… ratchet… you don't have to force yourself if you don't want to?”

Ratchet shook his helm “No. no its not that… are you sure you’ve talked this out with-”

“With Megatron? Yes, my conjunx and i… have wanted to invite you for quite some time now”

For quite some time? The two had considered him- one surprise after the other. The medibot wasn’t sure how to react, even Megatron of all mechs considered him, the famed medic of the autobots, to join them. He’d always assumed the former decepticon was a possessive one with room for no more than his obsession Optimus.

“Ahem” Megatron coughed, gaining the attention of the two when he finally emerged from the washracks that was adjoined to the berth room.

The silver mech made quite an effort to look presentable, surprisingly to ratchets optics that couldn’t help but glance up and down. Taking in the clean shine of that silver plating that was previously hidden under all the muck and dirt from his past few days of battle on the outskirts of Iacon.

Nicely cleaned up before his hulking frame stepped closer to sit on the edge of the berth to the left of ratchet. The berth creaking from the weight of the warframe, stuck between the two larger frames the medibots cheeks flushed a deep blue.

His servo clasped in his lap with optics darting between the two before Megatron made the first move to say something to break the tension in the air. Seeing the silver mech with such an embarrassed look almost had ratchet hanging his glossa open from the unusual sight.

”Doctor… do not mistake this for a simple. Whim. Optimus and I are serious about this- arrangement. Despite our history, one thing remains and that is my respect for you and your work”

The tension in the silver mechs shoulders was there but also that unwavering stare, making sure Ratchet knew he was serious.

“It.. is… if it’s alright with you both…”

The doctor avoided meeting their optics but gave the nod he did wish to join. So with that the three shifted into a more comfortable position.

Optimus pressed up against his back while Meg moved to comfortably position himself in front of ratchet and between the medibots legs. Lifting them up over his shoulder struts that had the older yip.

”May I?”

The silver mech requested running his sharp derma across the pliant metal of his thighs, so close to his most vulnerable areas. That place was always soft even between the seams the most, so to have those intimidating sharpened fangs so close sent a spark of excitement to his spark.

Ratchet gave a quick nod before realising he just gave the go ahead for the silver mech to run his glossa along his inner thigh and licking between the sensitive seams to those shielded wires.

Before nipping at his inner thighs that had the medibots gasp and his legs twitch. It wasn’t like this was his first time it had just… been a long time since he went to berth not to add with two-

Optimus ran his glossa across ratchets should strut before stopping at his nape and giving it nips. His denta were blunt compared to Megatron but the actions of the two had the medibot letting his helm hang back onto Optimus shoulder and his spark thrumming with satisfaction.

Megatron thumb digit began to make swirling motions upon Ratchet's interface panel, slipping between the seams to get them to transform away. Allowing the silver mech drag his glossa through the medibots folds drawing a mewl with the older mech.

He’d tease and toy with the blinking node that had ratchet clamping his legs around the silver helm between his legs.

“Fra-AH! Don’t stop-“

It felt so good Ratchet had to clamp his mouth with his servo embarrassed at what he just said, practically begging for more. Earning a chuckle from the other two that resumed their actions with newfound vigor.

Optimus nipped and bit at sensitive cables while his servos massaged the medibots sides making his frame relax even more into the big blue bot. While Megatron delved his glossa into that succulent valve that was leaking lubricant for him.

Swirling his glossa in and around to find that good spot, dragging his tongue along Ratchet's nodes. Letting the white mech come undone on his glossa every time he made a long drag across those sensitive nodes.

A digit soon joining his glossa to stretch his valve before a second joined it scissoring the doctor open. Ratchet let out a yelp when Optimus had suddenly moved him up to lay on the blue mech.

Megatron lowered his helm more, pulling his digits from Ratchet's valve to then rub and lap at the interface panels of Optimus positioned right below.

It wasn’t long before the medibot could hear right beside his audial Optimus suppressed moans and groans along with that breathy sigh at Megatron’s ministrations. Until his spike was pressurising from its housing and rubbing between the folds on Ratchet's valve lips.

The bulbous sleek tip smeared its own pre-trans fluid with Ratchet’s lubricants as Megatron licked the underside of the spike pushing it more against Ratchet. The reaction was one Megatron looked all too smug to see both bots tensing up with pleasure at the same time.

It took all of Optimus might not to overload right then and there because of how hard he was, seeing his conjunx down there lapping away and to hear the soft gentle moans of their doctor.

Again they shifted with Ratchet on his servos and knees, Optimus positioned behind him still but this time his faceplate was right in lined with Megs interface panels.

Before he knew what he was doing Ratchet lapped at it with his glossa needingly until the silver mech couldn’t hold back any longer. Letting his spike spring forward fully pressurised and leaking, in all its glory. It was girthy like he’d been expecting with its bulbous fat tip, Ratchet would be lying if he said he wasn’t the least bit intimidated even after all his years in the field.

But he was a fearless doctor who didn’t back down and he wouldn’t start now. Licking from the base to the tip where his lip plates kissed the bulbous head before taking the tip into his glossa.

Megatron barely held back his groan that was only drawn out more by the doctor with his hand instinctively wrapping around the red and white bots' helm to guide them.

Optimus on the other hand was almost lost in a trance watching the two, he couldn’t disagree how amazing Ratchet was. Giving his conjunx a smile with his cheeks tinted blue with blush.

His own spike was still leaking and aching or action with Ratchets nicely stretched valve. Sliding his spike between the medibots legs and dragging them along the folds had Ratchet moaning into Meg's spike which had the silver mech groan.

Soon Optimus eased in his spike into the hot and slick walls of the doctor, groaning from the pleasure sparks that shot up his system. Continuing to ease himself in nicely until he bottomed out, halting his movement to allow Ratchet a moment to adjust to his size while also allowing himself to cool down so he wouldn’t blow so quick.

Optimus silently cursed under his breath by just how good it felt and ratchet was no exception eagerly bobbing his head up and down that delicious spike. Its previous intimidating was gone and all the medibot could focus on was the feeling of that thick spike taking up his whole glossa that tried to lick its underside.

Megatron groaned, rocking his hips in tandem rhythm set by Ratchet to following the olders preferred pace. Of course his grip also got tighter the more he could feel his overload nearing.

Ratchet couldn't help nor stop the moan that was punctured out of him from Optimus who pulled out and slammed back in hitting his good spot with precision.

Megatron quickened his shallow thrusting into ratchet trying desperately to hold off with how the medibot was moaning around his spike sending those vibrations back up his spinal struts and to his very core.

Optimus on the other hand was trying not to push the older medibot too far but his own desires were beginning to become too hard to ignore. Ratchet in response pulled back only to thrust himself more onto Optimus as a sign he could take it.

With that Optimus didn’t hold back and began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, long strokes in and out of the medibot. Scrapping along every node on his way out then slamming back in to hit that ceiling node which had Ratchet kneeling over in pleasure.

The pain didn't compare to the blissful pleasure he was experiencing from both ends. Optimus' thrust was met with an equally as eager push back to match the pace seeking out his own nearing climax.

That foreign build up of charge that had been unknowingly simmering beneath Ratchet's exterior was finally being satiated, making the usually grumpy medibots expression soften looking all too pleased with himself.

Both bigger bots were enamored at their third and just how attractive he looked in that moment, not like he wasn't every other cycle. Of course the two still wouldn't neglect each other as Optimus leaned forward more with Megatron doing the same to meet his lovers lips and interlock. Glossa slipping in past dermas to explore each other while their third was skewered between but with his single glance up did they look so good.

The two didn't slow their pace even vigorously kissing above the other, Megatron still had one servo wrapped around Ratchet's helm while the other now held Optimus' helm.

Optimus' hips thrusted more eagerly drawing more moans and mewls from the medibot who could feel himself nearing his peak. Feeling rather energised Ratchet sucked more on that spike looking to draw more sounds from the silver mech since Optimus was already making quite enough groans.

Ratchet felt successful when he heard the rumble from Megatron's frame and the surprising moan that escaped the silver mech whose spike twitched inside the medibots glossa.

With the pace picking up to rougher, faster movements the three could feel their charges climbing higher together. Every part felt so good that they were lost in the blissful pleasure, unable to focus on anything but what was happening in this moment.

Until soon Optimus hilted himself, thrusting one last time as deep as he could, filling the medibot with as much transfluid as he could dispense. Megatron had pulled ratchet fully down onto his spike making the older bot taking all of him choking before easing his own throat and swallowing down thick hot loads of transfluid.

The two groaned and vented heavily to cool their steaming hot systems, Ratchet was left reeling with pleasure his own overload triggered by the two was so good the mixed fluids made quite the mess down his own thighs and on Optimus as well.

The three collapsed back onto the berth with Ratchet laid between them taking a few moments for their processors to clear up from the overload. With Megatron being the first to help clean up Ratchet with Optimus getting a warm damp cloth to clean them off.

Ratchet at this time was still blissfully in the clouds, his systems taking way longer to cool down but when they did he couldn’t help but be quite satisfied and calmer than he's been in a long time.

Notes:

I really had fun with this one hehe

Chapter 5: Day 4 Hypnosis (Megpax)

Summary:

Megatron has Shockwave install a new piece of technology into Orion Pax to make him more complacent during times where he gets a bit too restless.

“Pax!”

Megatron growled at the trouble maker of a bot who had been causing problems all day long for his high guard. The coggless mech just couldn’t sit still like this all day in the base cooped up.

What made it worse for pax was that Megatron wouldn’t let him out of the base and that he felt as though he was missing some vital memories.

How did he lose his Tcogg again? Didn’t Dee- no Megatron say it was damaged or something during an attack from sentinel?

His processor always blurred up trying to recall and his helm ached every time. Orion tried shaking it off since thinking too much hurt his processor but his natural curiosity was hard to stave off.

This time he had attempted to leave the base sneaking past guards before being caught on his way out by two particularly mean looking seekers. Who plopped him right down at Megatron's feat who sat upon his new makeshift throne.

That was still hard to get used to seeing his best friend like some high and mighty leader. Dusting himself off Orion got to his feet going over to Dee who had his servo held out.

“Dee-“

Orion didn’t actually believe that Dee would get this angry over him trying to leave the base for a few hours. But clearly he was wrong when Megatron's expression didn’t ease up with that angered glare.

“Pax. I’d hope you didn’t make me use this on you so soon”

His voice was too calm and cold that Orion instinctively stepped back before his arm was grabbed by Megatron’s previously extended servo. Dragging the smaller coggless bot closer

His other larger servo came up to cup Orions nape, digits pressing into the back as the bigger silver mech growled into his processor “Submit Orion Pax” those three words immediately had pax’s processor go blank and fuzzy.

His optics hazed over before his frame relaxed, all of its previous tensions seeping away. His former struggle gone with it.

“Shockwave did say this would put you in a hypnotic state… seems his work is adequate. Your much better like this Orion, complacent and submissive”

The silver mech purred, pulling Orion in his lap so his back would press against Megatron’s chassis.

By this time the other high guard had filed out of the room leaving Megatron and Orion alone together in the throne room.

“Stop trying to escape, it’s for your own good pax… just stay out here and I’ll make sure your satisfied in every way”

Meg nipped at the back of Orion's nape before biting down hard enough to dent the delicate metal, piercing its layer and drawing energon. It wasn’t hard with Megatrons new frame to easily dent Orion's thin plating, so he had to remind himself constantly.

The bite had Orion whimpering with his smaller digits digging into the arms of Megatron that had wrapped themselves around Pax. His smaller digits did nothing but scratch the silver plating, scratching that were barely seen.

Megs grinded against Orion, one servo coming up to wrap around the smallers throat while the other moved down to push between the seams of his interface panels. Making them transform away from Orions small spike to half pressurize.

The silver mech gave it a few pumps before it fully pressurised standing tall for its small stature. Megs could hold it all in one server, his pointer digit rubbed the tip in circles teasingly. This had Orion gasping and whimpering at the pleasurable sensations.

His processor was working over time just to understand what was going on but oh did it feel good and for some unknown reason Pax let himself be told what to do without complaint.

The servo around his throat simply held there to keep the coggless bot upright while Megatron toyed with him down there. His valve cycled down on nothing, quivering and just waiting for more attention.

The chuckle that rumbled from the silver mech ran through Orion as well. Pax couldn’t stop himself from thrusting his hips forward rutting into Megatrons large servo.

“Suck.”

The simple command had Pax obeying immediately, sucking the digits that invaded his glossa eagerly. This made Megatron pleased watching his complacent lover.

Continuing his teasing Megatron pumped Pax’s member a few more times but not enough for the smaller to overload too early. No, he was planning to drag it out as punishment for trying to run away earlier.

His digits sneaking down to Pax’s valve rubbing the blinking node with two digits then giving it a small pinch that had Orion choke on his digits and clamp his legs trying to squirm away from the harsh pinch to his sensitive area.

Then those same digits went further rubbing against the folds of his valve before it gave way and Dee could slip a digit into that pliant little valve. The size difference was notable since they first tried in Dee’s new form and Orion reduced to his diminished frame.

After the adjustments Shockwave made it became easier for Pax at least to take the whole length of Dee. Those digits found their way further, the burning stretch pooled into a mix of pain and pleasure when Dee pressed against those familiar bundles of nerves.

Drawing a moan from the smaller still sucking his digits.

“You’re beautiful just like this Pax, sucking my digits so eagerly both ends of you”

He purred thrusting his digits more up that pretty valve, forcing his lubricant receptors to start producing slick coating over his digits. Just enough that Dee added a second pumping them in and out stretching out that valve once again.

”This is what happens when you try to leave pax… I’ll make you so addicted you won't want to leave, how about that?”

D was done stretching out Pax enough, he wanted the smaller to feel this a lot more than the other days. He needed to be reminded just who is running this show and who was in charge now.

Orion's processor blanked out the only thing he could focus on was the loss of those digits that had whining onto Megs digits probing around his glossa sinking deeper to the back to his throat.

Then he cried out when Dee pushed the head of his raw spike into his valve, pulling out only an inch before slamming the rest of it in till he was pressed all the way down to the hilt.

That had Pax choking and crying out around those digits that muffled the sound only slightly. His entire frame shook with pain and pleasure at the burning stretch and how that thick rod brushed so brutally against all his nodes.

“You like that Pax? I can feel you clamping down around me”

Pax nodded, not understanding what exactly he was nodding for or what. When Dee began to move shallowly, thrusting his hips up into Pax letting the bulge of his plating show more of just how filled he was.

Orion couldn’t help the moans punctuated from him with every thrust, his salivating glossa leaked from the corners of his lip plates running down his chest. But Megs still refused to pull his digits out

Thrusting them in tandem with his shallow thrusting letting Orion choke on them as it pushed to the back of his throat.

Dee picked up his pace, pulling his spike out of Orion till only the tip remained inside before slamming back in. Continuing the pace with these brutal thrust had Orions choking on his own moans.

Orions optics glazed over rolling back as Dee kept hitting all his good spots, thrusting his spike against all his nodes till his tip slammed into his ceiling node, making Pax cry out.

Megs removed his digits from Orions glossa to better grip the smaller bots hips, adjusting his angle and resuming his brutal thrustings. Choking every sob and moan he could from Orion until they lost their vocalisor with one final cry.

Sinking deep onto Dee’s spike burying the whole length in his abused valve that fluttered violently, squeezing down on the twitch spike. Megs let out a guttural groan with his spike kissing the entrance of Orion's gestational chamber where he dumped his load making sure Pax took every last drop he could pump out.

Their overloads washing over in tandem to one another as their fluids mixed spurting from the seams. Pax couldn’t deny he felt full with his abdomen plating bulging slightly and how Dee seemed content to leave him skewered on his spike for a while longer savouring the effects and blissfulness of their overload.

“You did so well Pax. Submission Satisfied”

Dee gave the two-worded command that lifted the fog from Orions processor resuming his usual processing. Finally snapped out of his trance Orion started to hyperventilate taking in all the strange sudden sensations in his frame. And with Dee kissing his helm tenderly. What happened?

Notes:

I almost forgot to post this lol
I don't know how everyone else is writing these day after day but here we are and surprisingly im keeping up!

Chapter 6: Day 5 Finger Fucking (Dpaxmeg)

Summary:

Dee comes back from the mines only to find a much older and bigger version of himself cogged.
But he’s not left with much time to question his counterpart when his partner Orion Pax was moaning on the silver mechs digit but calling out for his true lover.

Dee wasn’t expecting to find anything out of the ordinary when he got back to the small apartment complex Pax and him had worked so hard for to be able to afford on their measly miner wage.

But what he found had him freeze dropping the bag of energon as the door hissed shut behind him.

“Dee-“

Pax mewled out with a long sigh then a moan was choked out of him, his extended servo reaching out to D16 slumped back onto the edge of the berth.

Behind Pax was an unfamiliar bot that he somehow had a feeling he knew. This large silver mech was cogged and gave off an aura that was a hundred times more dangerous than darkwing.

His cruel smirk sent a shiver down Dee’s spinal strut because this mech felt so… familiar- that’s when it clicked this wasn’t just some random mech who broke in.

It was him.

That same helm just slightly modified, those servos bigger, that chassis’s more wider and heavy, those optics while changed to a crimson colour couldn’t be replicated. And Orions breathy moans who didn’t look all that bit terrified.

“Pax… what’s going on?”

“Dee- Dee I need you”

Pax responded his processor too occupied with pleasure to give a proper response.

“You came just in time, come over here”

Megatron commanded with a gesture of his digit to the bottom of the berth. When Dee cautiously stepped closer he could now see why Pax looked so out of it and moaning.

The silver mech had his two digits jammed into Pax’s valve making obscene squelching sounds of lubricants and soft metal.

Pax swore under his breath reaching out once again to Dee trying to grab anything to anchor himself from the relentless pumping of large digits in his tender valve.

Looking back up to Megatron, Dee felt a shiver down his spine at this powerful mech. To deny that command he felt the mech might actually kill him even if they were the same person. It was still a mystery how this silver mech was here in the first place.

Orion quickly summarised their meeting and how it got to this enough to calm Dee’s nerves and pull his lover into his arms as he sat on the berth watching his counterpart finger Pax open with skilful digits.

“How- why? Are you here-“

Dee questioned only to have those cold optics trained on him, a sharp contrast to Meg’s looked at Pax just moments ago with this deep longing.

“That doesn’t matter, we are here now… and I’m sure Pax would like some attention”

Megatron emphasised pulling a moan from Orion when he curled his digits. Dee quickly looked back down at Pax who was gripping him tight in a hug, his derma hung open with his mesmerising blue optics rolling back in pleasure.

Pax looked so beautiful more intensely with Megatrons probing. He felt jealous of his future self being so skilled and making ‘his’ Pax like this.

“Use his mouth.”

Megatron ordered but the instruction wasn’t clear to Dee, use it? Use it how? So of course the larger silver mech instead put his own other digits into Pax’s mouth. Pulling his helm back and making Orion choke on those larger digits. His salivation dripping down them as Megatron continued to pump his other fingers deep inside Orion.

Dee couldn’t help but watch as his frame froze up and his processor lagged trying to keep up and understand everything that was going on.

“Like this. Pax, since my younger self here isn’t… responding. Why don’t you do the pleasure?”

Shoving the smaller blue bots helm down towards Dee’s digits, his own servos coming up to hold D16’s servo. His glossa enveloping those digits and sucking eagerly unlike anything they’ve done in the past.

Things never got this intense and Dee found himself easily slipping along letting Orion suck on his digits as though his life depended on it. Because well both of theirs did, this older version of himself didn’t look so… level headed.

The next moment Pax was moaning with only the digits of Dee to muffle them. He lapped between the crevices, taking them to the knuckle joints where his digits hit the back of Pax’s throat making him choke.

Megatron on the other hand was focused on giving Orions valve a good fucking. How easy he made it look to have Orion overloading multiple times. His digits alone in that form were the size of his Dee.

So when a third digit joined Orion let out a pained-pleasure whimper at a burning stretch, caught off guard and unprepared for the feeling. His valve strained around those skilled digits as Megatron pumped them in till they hit his knuckle joints.

Pax’s fluids dribbled down his hand lubricanting them while he clenched down hard on those three digits splitting him apart. The growl that came from the larger silver mech had Orion and Dee shiver. With Orion in particular having a ripple effect in his valve that sucked those digits in more.

Megatron of course noticed, enjoying the feeling himself at how easy this Orion submitted to his ministrations.

“You like that my little Orion? Eagerly sucking those digits like a spike while you take more in your other lips, I didn’t realise you were this slutty?”

Orion whimpered the comment cutting through having both a humiliating effect and one that made his pits burn hotter and his valve getting wetter. D16 and him had never really done degration so for Dee he was more than displeased his older self would say such a thing.

“Pax isn’t a sexton! So don’t you dare imply such”

Dee growled back this time not shying away which made Megatron happy his younger self at least managed up some gusto.

“Fine. But only when you frag Orions mouth with your digits. Stop, and I’ll continue”

Megatron set the challenge knowing his younger version wouldn’t back down from this at least. It didn’t bruise his ego to back down from degrading Orion even though a part of his spark still burned to degrade this younger version of his Optimus as an indirect way of getting back at the blue mech.

“Dee… Dee~”

Orion moaned breathly, panting and sucking this digits like he was sucking Dee’s spike dry. In return D16 focused solely on Orion right in front of him. His other servo cupping the side of their faceplate tenderly, as he pumped his digits in and out.

Making Pax choke whenever he thrusted his digits too far into the back of his throat. Meanwhile Megatron from behind focused on Pax’s valve, testing for a moment when he halted his thrusting letting his digits sit idly inside.

This made Orion whine when Megs stopped and his build up with it. Taking matters into his own hands the smaller blue bot moved his hips to sink into those digits before pulling off and repeating.

Megs kept his other servo planted on Orions hips but with no force or tight grip behind it. He just let Pax frag himself on his digits like a good little mech.

Dee glanced over Orions shoulder watching his partner ride those digits with growing want that it made him jealous enough to move his own inside Pax’s glossa with a newfound determination. Set on making sure enjoyed him more than this older version.

His boldness coming back, no longer letting the other make his Orion moan for him. Dee changed their positions making the other lean on him and have his helm rest upon his shoulder strut. Taking his wet digits from Orions mouth now perfectly coated before they moved down leaving a trail to his valve.

Dee’s digits joined Megs that had Orion squirming, moaning and whimpering at the stretch once again just when he adjusted to Megs. But he didn’t complain, only that he wanted Dee to kiss him and that the smaller silver mech obliged.

Megatron’s younger version had him smirking at the bots change in demeanour going up against him like this. It pleased him greatly.

“Move Pax.”

Meg’s commanded once more for Orion to resume his own thrusting if he really wanted it and the smaller really really wanted it. So on shaky peds Orion began his movement up and down on those digits that were stretching him every time he lowered back down.

His attention split between those digits that made his pits swell and grow with warmth and the glossa that explored his derma with equal vigor. Kissing Dee was his favourite part, something he couldn’t get enough of was the taste of his partner.

It was better than looking at Dee’s counterpart because Orion despite how good he felt, knew there was something a miss with this bigger version. But that didn’t matter since right now he felt so beautifully doted on.

Two Dee’s to enjoy? What a dream. Keeping his pace in hopes of pleasing the two while chasing his own overload for the third time. He was getting close feeling that familiar charge up, the quickening of his pace and the desperation that lingered.

Orion was so so close that it had him moaning into Dee’s mouth and wrapping his arms tight around his partners neck like a life line, scared to let go and fall.

Megatron was acutely aware Pax was reaching his limits and didn’t want this to end just like this. So he denied Orion his release holding his hips in place that wrangled a whine and whimper that reverberated through Dee’s own frame.

Glaring over the smallers shoulder to stare down his counterpart who so rudely denied his partner. Only to get in return a smug smirk from Megs.

“Shall we finish this?”

A kind enough offer that the older wasn’t going to do everything himself and steal all the fine of making the blue bot overload in pure ecstasy.

Together Dee and his counterpart moved their digits out of sync on perhaps, when one pulled out the other shoved back in. Ensuring Pax felt everything and didn’t go a moment without his tender, sensitive nodes going unattended.

Each stroke rubbed against his inner nodes taking turns so that it would be constantly stimulated. His vents getting ragged and uneven with his spark fluttering inside its casing.

Orion had to pull back to suck in more air, trying desperately to cool down his overheating systems but no matter how much in-venting he did. It was like his systems were just rising in temperature and energy.

Pax’s fingers dug into Dee’s shoulder plating to keep himself upright with his back struts curved in an arch. His derma open and his optics rolled back at the barrage of pleasure coursing through his frame by the two.

Megs wrapped his larger servo around Orions throat lifting the smallers helm so he could kiss Pax, slipping his glossa past unresisting lip plates.

His kiss was more starved and rougher, as though he was devouring Orion through the kiss. That only made his processor spin wilder with lust and want.

Moving his hips now every so slightly seeking more friction since Megs had moved the only servo keeping him still to grab his throat. Threatening to cut his air supply further and put more strain on his vents but he never did.

The hold was oddly tender despite the way he was ravaging Orion through their messy kiss. His valve too was getting quite the attention leaking enough lubricants that it dripped down the two silver mechs servos.

Orions valve soon squeezing tightly and rippling with pleasure as it wanted to keep those digits buried keep within him. Knowing this change both Dee and Megatron were on the same page of thrusting their digits inside Pax more harshly.

Picking the pace up brutally had Orion tipping over the edge crying out from the broken kiss and overloading on their servos. The two buried their digits deep stilling and letting Orion ride out the last squirts of his overload before slumming back onto his partner Dee in a lazy hug.

His frame still shaking from the after shock of such an intense overload leaving his insides tender and sensitive. Drawing a breathy moan from the smaller when the two retracted their digits, letting the luids flow from Pax’s valve that he made himself creating a small puddle below them.

If he were in his right mind the smaller blue bot would be embarrassed however he wasn’t and all his thoughts were clouded by the bliss of his ecstasy. Not to mention the warmth of his partner that enveloped his em field sending the smaller into a deep recharge, content and satisfied. Safe in his partner's arms, completely forgetting about the older Dee.

Chapter 7: Day 6 Humiliation (Megop)

Summary:

Optimus is captured by Megatron who decides he’s gonna to have some fun toying with his nemesis.
Optimus believes he’s being watched over comms by his autobots when Megatron gives him a good fragging.

Optimus was spread out for all his former comrades on the other end of the holo comm to witness him so vulnerablely exposed before them. A large spike nestled snuggly into his over stretched valve, leaking lubricants onto the flooring below.

His legs hooked over two strong silver arms with his own arms missing from the fight where they were ripped out, the energon having dried leaving streaks down his side. While being leaned back against the warlord just to stay up right as he sunk further onto that monster of a spike.

The jagged edges scraped against his delicate insides drawing energon and lubricants, making a mess on the two.

Megatron bellowed out a humorous laugh watching the horrified hologram expressions of Optimus' precious autobots and the look at plagued his nemesis faceplate.

Seeing such a helpless, guilt ridden expression had his spark tingling with barely contained lust and enjoyment he hadn’t felt in a Millenia. When Optimus valve rippled and tightened because of the situation, Megs barely just turned his groan into a growl.

Adjusting his grip on the primes peds, Megatron holstered him up till only the tip of his spikes bulbous head was left inside and then slamming the blue mech back down all the way to the hilt. Pounding into Optimus most deepest nethers and nudging insistently against his gestation chamber.

The action forced a choked sob mixed moan from the prime who just couldn’t take his focus off the holo comm. But he wasn’t exactly looking at it either; rather, his processor was working overtime split between his humiliation and the undeniable pleasure that Megatron’s cruel actions were pulling from the unwilling Prime.

The horrified looks of his comrades' faceplates burned into Optimus processor, even with his optics closed tight. The searing pain and pleasure was excruciating as all he could focus on was his humiliating position and that thick pointed spike.

Scrapping along his insides with every movement. The ring points around the spike caught on every calliper as Megatron pulled out and slammed back in.

Energon and lubricants painted the warlord's spike as it made a puddle on the metallic floor beneath.

“See this Prime? Your dripping wet for decepticon spike and in front of your precious autobots no less”

His laugh was filled with cruel amusement watching Optimus tighten up more from his comments.

He felt anger at himself the most for being unable to do anything and to let his autobots see him so low and vulnerable. They’d have to have lost faith in him with this display.

Megatron didn’t care what was going through the primes processor only that it wasn’t him and he wasn’t focused on the moment. So determined to bring Optimus back to the present the silver mech was going to frag the daylights out of him.

Thrusting hard into Optimus and dragging his points across every node in and out. The primes cries and moans filled the room through clenched denta until he couldn’t hold back.

It was nerve wracking to be held up off the ground with no support but the silver servos holding his peds. Throwing his helm back Optimus bit his lower lip plate suppressing the strangled moaning whimpers.

However Megatron was growing tired of Optimus always holding back even in their fights. It boiled something dark within his spark every time. A desperation to make the prime just let go and show his true colours.

With more force added Megatron quickened his pace pulling out to the tip and slamming the prime back down.

His rhythm was brutal making Optimus instantly cry out with coolant swelling in his optics. His lubricants pooling in efforts to make the whole ordeal easier.

The sound of metal slapping metal and the groans and moans from both filled the room. The holo comm forgotten in the background as Megatron focused all his efforts in ruining that tight unused valve of his archnemesis.

“Frag- to think my archnemesis had such a tight virgin valve… I would’ve taken you sooner prime~”

His engines purred sending the vibrations through Optimus very core before suddenly biting down hard into the neck cables of the blue mech. Till he drew warm energon, sucking it up and dragging his glossa along the fresh wound that had the prime crying out louder.

If the walls weren’t soundproof his voice would carry across the ship. For Megatron it only made the warlord grow more stretching that delicious valve on his spike.

After hours of having his valve rutted into and fraggered mercilessly bent in half Optimus was moaning. The pain and pleasure mixing beautifully until all the prime could feel was unbelievable pleasure from the pain and sensation in his burning pits.

“Frag-gah! Mmhp meg-Ahhh…tron”

His vocalisor choked and filled with static couldn’t form a full sentence as Megatron continued his relentless pounding. Scrambling Optimus processor till all the blue mech could focus on was the spike invading his valve and reshaping his insides to accommodate.

Megatron growled and groaned into the primes audial whispering praise and degradation confusion the prime between feelings of pride and humiliation once more.

His thrustings quick and relentless determined to wrangle every last moan and cry from his adversary.

“That’s it prime! Cry my name and remember who reshaped your very insides, who is fragging you silly in front of your autobots and who will fill your insides till your bursting”

Megatron roared out slamming Optimus down hard one last time onto his aching spike. Breaching past the seal of his chambers and releasing a torrent of searing hot transfluid that had the prime’s abdomen rounding and bulging slightly.

The prime cried out with his own overload being trigged as fluids gushed out dripping down the peds of the warlord.

The silver mech made sure to deposite every last drop as it sloshed around mixing with Optimus own overload as he kept the prime there held up and presentable.

When Optimus finally came back to some semblance of consciousness, he could feel nothing but humiliation letting himself go in front of them. How humiliating to let his followers see him so disheveled, bare, wet and exposed. Moaning on his archnemesis spike that had drilled into his poor valve.

His insides felt so full at this point, stuffed full made it worse. That spike still snuggly wedged in plugging up most of the fluids that had Optimus whimpering with coolant dripping from his optics.

Megatron on the other hand still found this quite hilarious seeing Optimus so broken and embarrassed, filled with guilt and shame at crying out his most hated enemies name while coming undone. But the crying was a bit much having the warlord sighing, before pressing a button on the console.

“Your too easy prime.”

He mocked as the holo comm was simply a recording from a previous comm edited by none other than Soundwave. Pretty well but noticeable if Optimus had actually been paying close attention.

“You should’ve realised just how possessive I am, I would not let a single spark witness you like this. No. This side of you is only for my optics to bask and devour”

The warlord growled with dark intent making it blatantly obvious just how deep the silver mechs possessiveness truly ran even for his most hated enemy. It would be a while until his autobots came to save him.

“Don’t relax just yet, this was only our first round Prime and I intend to wrangle every last drop out of you”

Notes:

One of these days I should make a longer proper fic, maybe on a similar scene and setting to this one???

Chapter 8: Day 7 Blinded (Dpax)

Summary:

I thought it’d be more interesting instead if Orion lost his sigh for a day giving Dee the chance to properly dote and pamper him with attention since he couldn’t run off like this

The caves collapsed suddenly with one wrong move from the rookie miner that had joined their squadron. Elita was shouting and giving orders for all to evacuate while the tunnel collapsed.

Orion the ever heroic mech that everyone else would rather call stupid and reckless, dove back to save another who had gotten stuck. They two barely survived being crushed under rubble when they were so close.

Luckily the other miners had gotten the two out quickly and sent to the medical bay before they were actually crushed to death.

Dee had only heard the news hours later after his cycle had ended from running errands.

“HES WHAT? HE DID WHAT!?”

D16 groaned in pure and utter frustration at that self sacrificing fool but nevertheless went running to the medical bay for his partner.

When he eventually arrived panting and leaned up against the door. He was expecting Pax to come jumping at him like usual saying ‘why did you take so long!?’ But pax didn’t which made him more concerned how quiet it was.

“PAX!? PAX? PAX! WHERE ARE YOU!”

Dee called out through the whole medical bay till one medibot popped out from a room sighing. Seeing their clear tiredness Dee quickly apologised asking more nicely and in a calmer manner what room Orion was put in.

“Orion Pax- just what did you…”

Dee caught himself before taking in the bandages around Orions helm covering his broken optics. The blue mech could tell from that annoyed and anger tone alone who it was.

“Oh ah-haha… Dee, is that you? Listen-“

Orion chuckled nervously before being cut off when two servos planted themselves on both his shoulder struts. Making the blue mech jump in his seated position at how fast d16 had gotten from the door to his side.

“Pax you idiot… why didn’t you comm me? I… I would’ve-”

His vocalisor held a hurt that made Orions spark swell and ache in a way he wasn’t used to. Not from his partner at least. He didn’t have any specific reason apart from being out of it for a while.

“Your helm? Whats wrong with it?”

That made the blue mech shrink down again with his lip plates pressed into a thin line. His answer was muttered

“Just… some rocks cracked em… ran out so they won’t be replaced for a few days”

This only had d16 let out a very deep sigh, his servos sliding down Orions arms then his waist. Until finally scooping up the mech into his arms and carrying him out bridal style.

Pax who wasn’t expecting such a thing reacted instinctively to hold onto Dee, servos holding onto his strong shoulder struts. He’d never actually paid attention to feel until now, giving the metal a squeeze as it didn’t budge.

Dee tried to keep a straight stoic expression walking past the medical staff when Orion began to move his digits exploring every crevasse and seam of his shoulder struts and neck cabling.

It took all his effort to keep his lip plates downward in a frown to betray how… pleased he was? It had been a while since Pax truly needed him and was finally still in his arms.

He’d soak up this opportunity as much as he could since it was everyday he’d get this version of Orion who wasn’t running off causing problems and getting hurt.

His own servos shifted more to better adjust his grip with his digits grazing the blue bots waist and thighs. Orions faceplate heated up, luckily Dee couldn’t see.

Returning back to their small quarters Dee carefully placed Orion down on their shared berth. Before going over to a counter where he’d stored most of Orions missed refueling rations.

Coming back over he’d kneel on the edge of the berth “here some energon, your energy is probably low”

“Hmm… how am I supposed to refuel when I can’t see? I might smudge it everywhere~”

Orions voice was mischievous not bothering to hide the clear intent of wanting his partner to feed him by servo. Which d16 didn’t say no grabbing Orions chin and tilting it up. Where he pushed an energon cube to the blue mechs lips.

They parted letting Dee push the cube in but before he could pull his digits away Pax sucked them then swallowed the cube. His teasing would take a few attempts to get the other riled up but they worked eventually.

When the four cube came to their lips Orion held Dee’s servo in place, sucking the two digits to the knuckle joint before lapping at them all the way to his palm. Making sure they got every drop.

“Pax…” Dee grumbled but his words didn’t hold the earlier frustration. “Your such a nuisance, what am I going to do with you?”

“Welll… I am feeling grimy” his cocky smile and suggestive tone had Dee click up a setting on his fans. This cheeky bot really was going to be the end of him.

“Alright alright” he complied scooping Pax up again and heading to their washracks, small but enough for two. Placing Orion on his own two peds, turned the solvent on till it was just the right temperature cascading over their frames.

“Stay still, I’ll take care of everything” and Dee meant that, everything. Rubbing the cloth between every seam, crevice and surface of Orions frame. Holding the blue mech pressed against his front and Orions hands on the wall for stability.

Dee ran the cloth from his neck cables right down to his interface. His arms wrapped perfectly around to the front of Pax, rubbing around his interface panels and his inner thighs.

The seams there were always the most sensitive so he made sure to be thorough.

“Dee… Dee-“ Orion panted out as the cabling in his inner thighs began to twitch under all the attention given to them.

“Orion, I can’t clean everything if you don’t open up?” Framed like a suggestion when it was more of an insistent command. One that had Orion complying as his panels transformed away.

His spike half pressurising and his valve bare to the solvant. Dee rubbed the cloth over his spike cleaning it properly before venturing lower to his valve and then pushing back to get at his behind. When he resumed back to his spike the cloth was gone left only with the digits wrapping around the length.

It had Pax clench up and twitch at the sudden touch, all his senses felt so heightened it was maddening. He could feel every drop of solvant, the cool ex-vent of air from Dee behind him and every grazing touch across his frame.

D16 paid special attention to Pax’s nethers, rubbing the tip of his spike with his open palm whilst the other gave the member a few shallow strokes. Bringing Orion to whimpering with his fans clicking up two settings, he was unbelievably more receptive and reactive then usual because of his lack of sight.

“You like that Pax?” The blue mech only made pleased hummed sounds as a response thrusting his hips so that his tip would rub more insistently against Dee’s palm. “Good, just let me do all the work” like usual.

The servo that was giving his spike a few tugs crept down to his valve rubbing up and down and in circular motions over his blinking node that wanted attention.

Orion let out a pleased sigh moving his hips more to seek his own stimulation and match against Dee’s slow motions. His right servo continued rubbing Pax’s tip but now altering between pumps of the spike and running. Until he had Orion leaking pre-transfluid that was gradually washed away by the running coolant.

His right servo that was teasing his blinker outter node gave it a final pinch that had Orions who body flinch, jumping to the tips of his peds with a whine.

“Sorry, did that hurt? Here let me make it up to you” Dee feigned regret when in truth he liked the reaction and how eager Pax was for whatever he’d do to ‘make it up’ to him.

His digits dragged right to Orions entrance teasing the folds open before slipping a digit in. It was only five pumps in that had Orion leaking lubricants mixing with the solvent that frame down his frame all the way down his thighs.

His valve was rather sensitive feeling every motion, graze and movement. For the way Dee’s digit tips pressed along his inner linings to how he could feel when every digit joint made its way in.

The curves and seams of those wonderful digits working him open. His own insides burning with want and desire.

Unlike before when Orion got lost in his own processor this time he immediately knew when Dee pulled out. Making whining and wanton sounds for his partner to fill him back up again. “Dee noo, don’t pull out”

“Ssshh Pax don’t worry I’ll fill you right up” Dee cooed into his partner’s audial when his own interface panels transformed away.

Pax’s finials twitched picking up the sound immediately as he knew what was coming next but his impatience was always a problem. One that D16 seen coming grabbing Orions hips firmly so he wouldn’t be able to grind back.

Dee rubbed his tip against Pax’s entrance but he didn’t push in leaving Pax wanting more. Pushing his spike right between the blue mechs thighs meeting with Orions own arching spike.

“Dee come on, put it in” Orion whined rubbings his folds down against his lovers spike.

“If you can hold on then I might” Dee replied thrusting his hips forward that had Orion moaning. The blue mech was acutely aware of all the ridges of his partner’s spike just rubbing against his folds.

The lubricants flowing from his valve coated Dee’s spike wantingly. The silver mechs servos planted themselves on the blue bots thighs pressing them together.

Pax could make out just how hard Dee was from the way his pliant metal plating shifted around the spike. Its edges slipping past making the blue mechs peds twitch.

Dee rutted against Orion for a few moments before sliding the tip back to his entrance and pushing in. Making the blue bot shiver and moan at the intrusion, such a swift change in sensations had him reeling in pleasure.

Pax chassis heaved leaning more against the wall with his cheek pressed against the cold metal and servos bawled against the metal. He could feel everything all at once which made the experience all the more heightened.

Dee’s lips planting kisses across his shoulders and down his neck cabling had the blue mechs engines purring.

When his partner started moving oh did pax feel it all, every ridge passing his callipers and how that spike rubbed against all his nodes in and out.

The smooth slow pace had Orion making soft sounds of pleasure. “Dee… it feels good keep going”

“Alright Pax” d16 cooed back his servos holding the others hips to keep them right and let them relax into it.

It wasn’t long till he made them both overload together pulling out just before shooting his load on Orions backside which was washed away by the running solvant.

“Frag… made a mess again” Dee grumbled kneeing down to run his tongue along the back of Pax lapping up his mess.

“AH! DEE- nnngh… oh…” Pax panted and twitched when the sudden sensation of D16’s glossa on his back. It was strange at first how hyper focused he was on it before the feeling turned into something soothing.

Making his valve wet again as Dee inched lower and lower to it making Orion more excited.

“We just finished but it seems someone wants more” his servos grabbed Pax’s ass cheeks bending the blue mech so he could better get at that wanting valve.

Lapping up the mixed juices like he was the one starved. That had Orion craning and grasping the wall for an anchor otherwise he might fell back with the wave of sensations.

Dee was thorough making sure he cleaned every area he could get his skilful glossa to. Sometimes pulling out having Pax whine before nipping at his blinking node for some attention and then driving right back in.

His sensitive insides squeezed down for more which had the silver mech groan sending that shiver up his spinal struts.

With concentration and none stop attention to Orions bundles of nodes, Dee had his overloading onto the silver mechs faceplate and glossa. Leaving Pax embarrassed as he tried to look back.

But Dee just continued making sure to clean everything with his glossa until he was done. Wiping his chin and looking quite pleased with himself, Orion could only tell with how his engines purred. Something Dee only did when he was really content and happy.

D16 guided him out of the showers and dried the other off for him before they settled back onto the berth. Where he resumed his doting on Pax, planting kisses up his peds and all the way to his faceplate that had the other giggling from how it tickled.

That made Dee’s spark clench, that happy look only he could wring out from Pax. That’s what he loved seeing the most.

“I… love you Pax” the words left Dee’s lips before he could register them. Hugging Orion tightly afraid that if he’d let go he’d lose the one he loved the most. Pax was cutting it close today in the mines if it were a moment later him another would’ve been crushed to death.

Just the thought alone had his spark unsettled with worry and he wasn’t there when it happened either. He was always bad for overthinking situations and scenarios.

So to make it up he was going to dote on Orion for the rest of the week if not to solely make sure the mech didn’t go off and do something more insane in his blind state. Primus please get those optic replacements faster.

However being so pampered Orion feeling these unknown sparks in his pits at how special he felt. The attentions of everyone else paled in comparison to his partner.

In this moment Dee was the only one on his processor and in his optics. The archives could wait a day or two, he’d rather enjoy this moment. Happily indulging in the thought that maybe one day this amazing mech would be his true partner. His one and only conjunx.

Notes:

Thought I’d be nice after the last chapter and give you guys something cute and soft with Dpax

Chapter 9: Day 8 Cage (Opmeg)

Summary:

Megatronus got a bit too cocky thinking he had the upper hand with his curious archivist however Orion gave him a good time in the end for his hard trials.

It had been exactly 3 earth months since Orion and Megatronous had managed to meet up thanks to Megs having a social gathering as an escort to a high caste femme.

Sneaking away from her side for a few hours during the day cycle to visit his favourite archivist who hadn’t made a trip to kaon in a while. Apparently they had a busy rush because of an influx of information gathered from another planet in their system.

His little archivist was always so dutiful taking it upon himself to handle most of the bigger projects and organisation.

He’d only intended to surprise his little archives but their meeting lead to a more intimate route underestiming just how much both of them had missed each other. His little archivist was even the one to have first inisiate it, pulling the gladiator in for a rough passionate kiss that he couldn’t help but indulge.

Quite but intense as they sought out each other, muffled moans never escaping too far from their corner in the archives.

When the fog of pent up charge and an overload finally washed away, the two quickly regained their bearings. Orion in particular processing his actions in the very archives of iacon with a gladiator of kaon no less-

But it didn’t stop the bold archivist from presenting Megatron with one of his findings.

“I um… was going through this special shop, out of curiosity! Okay- and well…”

Orion held up what looked to be a spike housing cage. A simple circle shaped preventer for one’s spike to stop it pressuring. The one who places it on is the only one who can take it off.

“Hmm… yes I do know of these” his smirk crooked up with a purr of his engines. His little archivist was beginning to get a bit bolder with every encounter, his doing of course rubbing off on the timid archivist. “If you’d like Orion… I would love to be your subject of research”

Seeing that sparkle in the optics of the one he obsessed over was enough to solidify his decision. That hopeful happy look could make a mech twice their size topple over.

Orion was careful to adjust the chastity cage over Megatronus spike housing. This was also the gladiators first time trying this device out.

Thinking to himself if anything really happened he’d just rip it off anyway. Oh how he was too optimistic-

Come around a month later Megatronus was on his berth back in kaon curled up and desperate for release. He’d been locked up for a little over a month with his desire to overload being denied.

He couldn’t indulge too long in the thought of Pax otherwise it’d be more painful and frustrating. To the point Megatronus transformed away his interface panel and glided his digits over his valve.

His last efforts to dispel the growing charge plaguing his systems if Orion didn’t get here soon like promised. His valve was always the most sensitive that’s why he didn’t use it much.

But he’d also just preferred to be the one spiking however this night cycle he was left with no other options. Plunging his digits into the dryness of his valve he gave them a few pumps before his lubricants started working to coat the intruding digits.

Spreading his legs wider Megatronus rested against the backboard of his large berth. Dipping his fingers in and then pulling them out to play with his node.

All his other servo could do was rub circles around his aching spike housing. It had gotten so sensitive just the graze of his digits alone it had him arching his back in painful pleasure.

He couldn’t take it anymore, trying to remove the device from his frame but it wouldn’t budge. In fact it sent a notification to Orions hud.

When the archivist finally arrived Megatronus was dripping wet trying desperately to find his own release. But Orion had other plans, this night cycle he was going to be a bit more daring and bold.

Because Megatronus didn’t tell him no either in fact he was quite cooperative in being tide up on all fours.

Legs spread and servos tied together in front of him above his head leaving his aft in the air and exposed.

Orion had found a small whip with multiple braids that made his faceplate hot not actually expecting to find such… instruments in the gladiators hold.

“Shocked little archivist? I am no amateur to these plays”

The gladiator purred, his own faceplate was a bright purple that couldn’t hide his excitement from seeing his little archivist finally taking the initiative. But that was shortly lived as a groan came from him, his own charge reminding him why he was so desperate.

He didn’t want to beg out loud for the other to start already or to beg to just overload after a whole month.

Orion however would make sure by the end that the gladiator was very clearly and verbally telling him what he wanted.

With a cautious testing flick of the whip smacking against the gladiators aft, Orion drew out a sweet gasp.

“NGH! AH!”

Megatronus kept letting out sharp gasps and chokes when the whip smacked down on his aft.

“A bad mech deserves a bit of punishment for trying to get the cage off before his masters say so doesn’t he?”

Orion teased with a harder smack earning a mewl from the usually gruff and prideful gladiator. Bent over so beautifully and leaking lubricants despite having his aft punished.

“Please-!”

Megatronus begged when the sharp smack of the whip came down again across his aft.

“Please what?”

Orion replied allowing the gladiator to ask properly.

“I… gah-“

His sentence cut off from the intense pain and pleasure with his aft burning and his spike straining against its sealed housing.

“You’re going to need to ask properly Megatronus otherwise I won’t know what you want?”

Orion grinned enjoying toying with his gladiator a bit too much. He ran the whip teasingly along the silver mechs exposed valve.

The slick coating it as he dragged it all the way up collecting a generous amount.

“Please Orion I want you”

Megatronus relented finally asking with a shivering shake of his aft that was involuntary but helped his case. The feel of the whip dragged across it had him excited and nervous when Orion kneeled onto the berth.

“Good boy”

He praised lining himself up to sink his smaller spike in. All the lubricants made it easy for Orion to sheath himself in the tight valve that forced a moan from the gladiators lips.

“Oh primus-“

The two breathed out from the pleasurable sensations of connecting. When Orion began to move his hips thrusting in and out at a steady pace.

However it wasn’t enough for Megatronus when he could feel his charge getting strong.

“Orion, Orion please- faster! Frag me faster! Yes!”

The gladiator cried trying to thrust his hips back to take as much of that spike as he could. Orion trying his best to fasten his pace and hit hard across the gladiators good spots.

“Fraggin- you feel so good Megatronus”

Orion groaned giving a sharp slap to the silver mechs aft making the one below him cry out in pain that was washed over in pleasure.

“Beg me, beg me to make you cum from your valve”

The lines had Megatronus processor swirling with this strange want and desire to obey.

“Please Orion, I need you, please- frag my valve so good! I wanna overload on your spike”

Yet he didn’t forget of his own poor spike still locked away straining and aching for release but in the moment the pleasurable warmth from his valve was all that mattered.

“My spike- I wanna cum with both”

Megatronus begged shaking his aft good for Orion where his spike poked at one particular node that had the gladiator moaning and drooling.

“I suppose you have been a good-Ngh-ah boy-“

Orions venting was jagged as he couldn’t stop into a slow pace, trying his hardest to bring them both to overload. He might’ve been smaller but he could get the job done.

His servo reached around removing the device and allowing Megatronus spike to pressurise. When it came to stand at full size the blue both gave it a few testing pumps leaving the gladiator moaning and crying out loudly.

Bucking his hips into the hold of those servos seeking pleasure from his front and back.

He’d call Orions name begging for release and screaming he was close. Pumping that spike in his servo to the same rhythm of his thrusting, Orion made sure no part was neglected.

When they finally reached their peak overloading, the archivist had wrapped his servos around Megatronus torso. Rutting into the gladiator and depositing every drop of his transfluid into the valve that ate it all up and kept milking him for more he didn’t have.

Carefully untying Megatronus and tossing the device to the side where they’d forget about it. Moving into a more comfortable hugging position, cooling down from their intense session.

After that exhausting trial leaving Orion slummed forward onto the gladiator both their engines purring in delight and exhaustion. The archivist came to a conclusion, no more chastity cages, if he had to go through another session of fragging this hungry warframe of a mech. He might actually offline from all the pleasure.

Megatronus on the other hand was so pleased and content with his arms wrapped around his little Orion that he was already planning their next ‘date’ to do this again.

Notes:

Wanna give a special thanks to my bestie for the suggestion of doing a chastity cage because I was drawing a blank for a good starter!!

Chapter 10: Day 9 Shibari (Megop)

Summary:

Optimus decides he wants another night with the infamous duke megatron after finding him once again at a social gathering of the elites.
Influenced to drink more high grade than he should ends up with Optimus in the berth of a mech he should be avoiding.

Optimus didn’t mean to drink much at the gala, no he only planned on having one glass of high grade but unfortunately let himself be convinced by jazz to relax and indulge.

Leading to this particular situation he found himself in. With a duke he wasn’t supposed to get involved with (again) but now finds himself in the very berth of that (handsome) monster.

Peds spread open and exposed while the hulking mech carefully every so delicately tied nots in the rope that wrapped around his frame like art.

He’d been so charged on high grade that only now when his systems were flushing out the toxins did he realise, that he himself had gone to the duke and seduced him. Stupid Optimus, just what was he thinking in that moment? To show off to that terrifying mech and somehow get out unscathed?

And their here in a rather romantic atmosphere doing something so intimate that Optimus couldn’t help that look at the mech so longingly as though this were just a pleasant dream his processor conjured up for him to get off on.

The famed and notorious duke caressing his frame with such caution and attention that he barely graced ANYONE with. Let alone another high caste.

Yet he couldn’t deny this wasn’t his first time, the two had ended up in a similar situation weeks back and some part of him was hoping this would happen again.

Watching that big mech being so careful in tying the wire around his ped so that his left ped was tied down together. Sent a warmth and anxious feeling to his spark. So careful and gentle just the sight alone had Optimus in a daze, staring at the strange sight he couldn’t get enough of.

“Is this too tight?”

The duke asked snapped Optimus out of his dreaming to shake his head no.

“N-no no it’s good! I can still shift my ped a bit which is enough”

Optimus reassured, moving his foot in a circular motion while his ped was tied together, his other laid straight out behind Megatron. Not yet having been worked on tying.

“Do you… do this with every berth partner?”

The prime asked hesitantly with some part of his spark hoping the duke would make him feel like the special one and only.

Megatron gave Optimus a brief gaze before setting his optics back down onto the knots he just made. Fastening the rope till it was the right tightness.

“No prime. I do not even give many the chance to do much as graze a ped in my quarters”

Holding up Optimus now tied ped he’d plant kisses from the foot to the knee and then up the primes inner thigh.

The primes faceplate lit up in a bright blue blush quickly turning his helm to hide it in the sheets and his servos.

“Ticklish are we prime? I wonder how many know that about you”

Megatron chuckled planting a final soft kiss to Optimus inner thigh not too far from his interface panel. Before shifting and bending the primes ped to begin doing up the next set of wire knots on this leg.

“M-I’m not!”

Optimus tried to protest back, his topics peaking through his digits to watch Megatron’s Lazer focused attention to the wire.

The wire wrapping nicely around his peds, not too tight, not too lose. Megatron hummed a tune that had Optimus calm down, relaxing into the moment and only focusing on those digits.

Small reassuring touches while he tied beautiful knots into the wire until he was done with the second ped.

Shifting once again Megatron had Optimus sit up with his servos behind his back. Wrapping the next wire around them then tying a knot that bound his servos together. Going up his arm one knot at a time.

His own digits wrapped around Optimus arm with ease sometimes caressingly. Taking extra care to ensure if the wires slipped between seams that it wouldn’t cause discomfort.

Optimus looked calm on the outside but in truth his spark was racing. Such intimate trusting acts left seeds of doubt that Megatron could just have his way. And clearly the duke could tell that the primes processor was devling into all sorts of ridiculous scenarios.

Slowly planting more kisses to the primes neck cables, Megatrons engines purred against his back. Servos moving to the front of Optimus and pushing him to lean back against the duke.

The last set of wire wrapped neatly and perfectly across Optimus chassis. As Megatron took his time going slowly, making intricate knot designs at the center.

His warm soft kisses didn’t stop but instead moving to the top of the primes helm. When he finished they moved on sliding down the primes body all the way to his interface panels that gladly shifted away.

“Do you trust me prime?”

Megatron inquired feeling the thrum of Optimus spark even from behind. It had taken a long silence until Optimus nodded his head and answered.

“Just… just go slow”

His valve was already slick with anticipation letting Megatrons spike slid in without much resistance. Their pace was slow and steady with Megatron doing most of the work.

Hooking his servos under the tied peds and moving his hips. The large spike sliding in and out with accumulating transfluid had Optimus slinging his helm back onto Megatron’s shoulder.

The slow loving pace had him gasping and sighing in relief and pleasure. His own valve sometimes fluttering around the spike when it rubbed across a set of nodes.

Megatron groaned at the warmth and slick that had him struggling to hold back but knew otherwise. He hadn’t been this considerate and concerned with his other berth partners but prime made him feel different.

He went at the pace he knew Optimus liked the most and got him charged up slowly but steadily until the prime was whispering soft words.

“Megs…mmm yeah there, that’s so good”

Followed with a few mumbled words containing love that Megatron’s processor clipped out. Just retaining the word ‘love’ that had him burry his faceplate into Optimus shoulder and pick up his pace slightly.

“You feel so good Optimus”

Rocking the blue bot up and down on his spike till the two overloaded together and Megatron holding Optimus tight. Trailing kisses and nips down his neck cables until the two rode out their overload.

Notes:

Sorry this one is short, I had a very busy day. Hopefully tomorrow’s will be more satisfying and longer

Chapter 11: Day 10 Punishment (Megpax)

Summary:

Orion causes a bit too much trouble than usual leading Megatron to taking some action so he can have a peaceful afternoon

“ORION PAX!!”

Megatron roared out grabbing the nape of the smaller coggless bot who’d just broken a very important data pad filled with vital information. This wasn’t the first time the smaller bot had gotten too curious for his own good.

Really he couldn’t learn to keep still that and mouthing back towards his captor and former best friend. Orion wasn’t just going to sit around like some damsel in distress.

Now he made multiple escape attempts and now resorted to ‘accidentally’ destroying vital information that he got his slippery servos onto. All just to slow down Megatrons advances and give his friends enough time to strategise and come save him.

But Megatron was having none of that, he didn’t want to kill the mech for a second time so he had to control his anger which took a considerable amount of strength and effort. Not just to snap his neck here and now. He could.

Tightening his digits around the back of Orions nape cutting off the mainlines of energon to his processor. Just a little more strength and he could crush the components between his digits.

“Dee… please- that hurts-…”

Orion cried in a softer tone with his brow plates furrowing and his optics threatening to shutter closed. Making Megatron snap out of his daze and loosen his grip slightly but not enough for Orion to pull out.

“I warned you Pax the next time this happened. I’m. Not. Going. To. Be. Nice.”

His words punctuated with a menacing aura followed by an angry growl that had Orion's finials shootings back. His spark raced in anxiousness, he knew that tone all too well. And wouldn’t deny he genuinely feared it sometimes.

Being dragged back to the deception leaders private quarters that they shared. Pax struggled against the hold with his peds scraping against the metal flooring.

With Megatron punching in the code on the console letting the doors hiss open and shut locking itself once more. However the larger mech didn’t let go of Orion just yet.

Dragging him along by an arm till they stopped at a wall that he punched another sequence of codes to. Letting it shift away to reveal a fully decorated wall of various gadgets and toys.

Removing a pair of cuffs the silver mech was determined to have Orion restrained before continuing.

“Dee! Come on, let's just think about this!!”

Orion barked out flailing his servos until Megatron had them pinned behind his back. The stassis cuffs activating and taking all strength out of his upper body.

He then roughly shoved the smaller mech to the berth, who stumbled down onto it. Pressing his ped under him to lift his upper body back up only to have a large servo shove him back down roughly. Face first into the sheets of the berth where Megatron latched another pair of stassis cuffs to Orion's peds, draining the energy and interrupting signals. Rendering his legs useless but still able to make slight movements through sheer force.

“Sit still.”

Megatron growled, getting back up and heading back towards the wall. Orion panted mustering all his strength to get up and move to no avail.

When the silver mech returned it was with a rather thick synthetic spike with a generous amount of lube coating it. Shifting away Orions interface panels manually, Pax in vented gasping as the thick head pressed against his entrance.

Its tip slipping in and stretching apart his callipers impossibly wide around its girth, its bumps and spikes scrapping against every wall and node. Having Orions bound peds twitch and his valve flutter with barely contained moans and cries of pain mixed with pleasure.

Leaving the smaller mech confused by the onslaught of intense feelings plaguing his processor. This was strange? He should be feeling the discomfort more instead of finding it pleasurable.

His thoughts drifting back to the lube used he hadn't seen before, concluding it must have something mixed in but he wasn't complaining. It helped with the intrusion pressing into his deepest parts. Until Megatron had the synthetic spike hilted to the base, giving it a few good twists that made Orion throw his helm back crying out.

“There doesn't that feel better? All nice and full”

 

Megatron taunted Orion, activating the toy's magnetic hold so it would stay in place before getting up once again to retrieve another. This one looked more like a spike gag that Orion clamped his derma shut only for Megatron to prey it open with a digit, slipping the spike between his derma. Securing it into place with a click, leaving Orion panting and still trying to protest and talk back to megatron but he wasnt having any of it.

“Now be good Pax, i will return in a few hours”

Orion wriggled around trying to adjust to his new fullness and the spike on his glossa just grazing the back of his throat. So when hearing Dee was going to leave him tied up for a while alone had him thrashing in protest.

”Come now, if you behave for two hours while I have my meeting. Which yes is important Pax. Then I will take everything off you”

Megatron patted his head with his thumb digit pressing a button in this unfamiliar remote that had the toy in his valve start vibrating, sucking a sharp moan and whimper from the smaller.

When the smaller mech optics open once more Megatron had already left, leaving the room dead silent apart from Orion's own fans and gagged noises.

The toy vibrated relentlessly inside his aching valve that strained against the girth, its points bumping into his nodes with keen precision that had Orion's optics rolling back in reluctant pleasure.

coolant dripping from his optics as Orion moaned into the gag that had him choke now and then when it brushed the back of his throat.

The sensations were almost too much for Orion who couldn’t escape the intense stimulation no matter how much he wriggled and withered. The toys just pressed deeper.

Saliva dripped from around the gag and down his chin leaving a trail. His blunt denta didn’t make so much as a scratch against the spike gag where he bit.

Overloading from the constant stimulation in his valve, leaving his insides raw and sensitive. Yet the synthetic spike didn’t stop its vibrations even after Orion overloaded.

It persisted until it had the smaller mechs charge building once more in an endless loop. He’d lost count how many times it was by now, his peds having gone numb and his lines in them tingling.

The stassis cuffs rubbed on his joints painfully, overshadowed by the pleasure being wrung up from his overstimulated abused valve.

When Megatron had returned it was to the scene of a moaning overstimulated blue bot. A pulled of transfluid beneath his valve and drool down his chin with coolant stains on his cheeks from his optics.

Dee almost felt guilty leaving Orion to suffer like this but something else overshadowed that. A feeling of hunger and unexpected primal feeling of arousal at the scene.

“I see you enjoyed yourself pax? Have you learnt now or do I need to punish you more?”

The larger mech purred, pulling Orion half into his lap with his aft in the air over his thigh. Giving a few reassuring rubs cupping that small aft.

Then suddenly his servo came down delivering a sharp smack to Orions aft that had the smaller jolster back to awareness from his daze of pleasure. The sharp sting grounding him back to reality realising that Megatron was actually here and not a figment of his imagination.

The larger mech removed the gag as it popped out of Orions glossa with only a string of saliva connecting it. Pax started panting in relief and testing his jaw joints that ached. Slumping his helm back down onto Megatron's other thigh.

The servo soon coming back to pat his helm cooing.

“Seems our little punishment worked”

His other servos digit rubbed the area he’d just smacked, then dipped lower to pull out the vibrating toy stuffed in Orion's abused hole. It slipped out with ease as lubricant and transfluid followed out.

“And it also seems you had a good time”

Megatron brought his digits to graze over Orion's sensitive entrance, dipping his digits in and out before pushing them to the knuckle joint. The smaller bots' valve held no resistance, only pushing a sigh and moan from him.

Megatron pumped his digits in and out charging up Orion once more as they rubbed across those sensitive overstimulated nodes.

“Mmmngh- Dee… Dee… just there”

Orion whimpered out as Megatron focused on those sensitive bundles gentle coaxing the smaller to another overload that had him crying out mumbling he couldn’t anymore.

Dee leaned down, scooping Orion up into his arms and planting a kiss to his forehead.

“Alright, alright that’s enough for today. You did well”

Notes:

I completely lost track of time and before I knew it a whole day passed so sorry for the wait!

Chapter 12: Day 11 Cum Licking (Opmeg)

Summary:

Megatron finds hinself restrained but happily servicing his prime in the only way he can

“On your knees Megatron”

Prime commanded in a serious tone that had the former warlord buckling down to his knees with his servos restrained behind him back in stasis cuffs.

“Does this please you oh mighty prime?”

Megatron retorted back in dripping sarcasm and that same infuriating smirk plastered across his faceplate.

“It’d please me more to use that glossa for something more useful than spitting remarks to his prime”

Optimu held Megatron's chin in his servo tilting the former warlord's helm up to meet his gaze. The former warlord's faceplate was burning near Optimus interface panels and he didn’t need any more signals or commands.

 

Megatron smirked, licking the panel that sent a shiver up Optimus primes struts. That long glossa glazed over his panels leaving a streak and then sucking and lapping between the seams until Optimus gave way letting his panels transform away. His spike half pressurizing and smacking Megatron in the faceplate but the grey mech wasn't deterred.

His smirk growing as his glossa lapped under the shaft, tilting his helm to take the tip of the spike. Slipping past his derma’s and sitting on his glossa for a moment as Megatron pressed forward taking inch by inch.

The actions had Optimus fans clicking onto a higher level. That long glossa wrapping around it, coating the spike in saliva. When Megatron began to bob his head up and down letting the primes spike hit the back of his throat but he didn’t gag no, he just took more.

Optimus had to fight to keep his legs open with his servos gripping the bench below him that creaked under the pressure. The tight and enveloping warmth of Megatron’s glossa had prime twitching and feeling the warmth growing in his abdomen.

His spike twitching in Megatrons glossa when the prisoner began to deep throat the prime making Optimus grip the bench until the metal creaked and bent around his digits.

Megatrons glossa gave the appendage quite the attention deterimined to suck every drop out of the prime. If he couldn’t dominate like usual he’d dominate in this area then.

Bringing Optimus closer and closer to overload but stopping just before the prime could reach his peak and then repeating the process three times. Until Optimus was too frustrated gripping Megatrons helm and pushing him down onto his spike with more force than he intended.

Riding out his overload that the grey mech tried to swallow down as much as he could while most of it spurted around his glossa painting Optimus interface panels.

The load had Megatron gag severely underestimating how pent up his prime truly was but that made him smirk silly at the thought. Optimus noticed those glazed over optics and that content smirk, in this state he could get Megatron to do just about anything like…

“Clean up you’re mess Megatron”

The prime commanded with a shallow thrust before letting the grey mech pull off and begin to lick up his shaft and then lap at the base around his spike. Sucking and licking around where the overload had splattered onto.

Eagerly lapping the bitter taste of it up like a starved mecha, that had Optimus engines purring at the sight of such an obedient version of Megs.

”Good boy”

Optimus praised his servo just resting on Megatrons helm that bobbed and turned to suck the spike and lick its sides clean of any remaining trans fluid. Leaving his own chin messy with the sticky fluid where Optimus ran a thumb over collecting it and pushing his thumb into the grey mechs glossa.

That brushed over it, sucking his thumb clean before opening his glossa with a smile and showing Optimus he really did drink it all down. Every last drop.

Notes:

sorry this ones a bit short

Chapter 13: Day 12 Kneeling (Megop)

Summary:

Megatron is captured by Optimus prime and forced to kneel before him until their both kneeling together

Prime stood over Megatron who’d been made to knee for hours since he was transported to the strong hold out of his decepticons reach. Stassis cuffs could his servos to the ground while his peds had seperate chains to the ground.

”Megatron”

Optimus acknowledge, the name cutting through the thickness of the room before his rival and arch nemesis whom he once held feelings for. The stark difference between theirselves now and back then when they were merely young bots was too vast to compare.

Both had taken different paths in the war, made mistakes and grew from them. It hurt his spark to do this to someone he once cared deeply for but it had to be done…

He'd given special orders to the others to stay right away from the holding cells of Megatron so that the two could have a private discussion.

“Prime”

Megatron spat back with disdain, the name title held no familiarity. As the grey mech said it more like an insult.

Despite the situation Megatron still continued to mouth off and taunt the prime to the best of his abilities.

Until eventually Optimus gave in from frustration

“Maybe you just need some time to think about my off”

Storming out of the room with the door hissing shut leaving Megatron to his own devices. Chained down like a beast forced to kneel for his new master.

For the first hour he tried to pull against the cuffs and chains attempting to break them with his strength but severely underestimated how weakened his frame was.

By the third hour the silver mech began to feel the pressure build in his knee joints taking the better half of his weight onto them. The plating beginning to dent under his mass whilst there was no sign of the prime returning any time soon.

The silence was deafening making his helm spin and his processor conjuring imaginations from his rescue to the words he’d be spitting at the prime later.

It was about two earth days later that Optimus finally returned to an exhausted and restless Megatron. The mech before him looking desperate to be released from his bindings.

It was unusual catching Optimus off guard to see Megatron no longer composed having far overestimated the warlord.

Sitting on the opposing bench Optimus pulled out a cube of energon offering it to Megatron who stubbornly kept his glossa shut and denta beared.

It took a few minutes before he reluctantly ate the piece of energon that helped to slightly replenish his systems.

“Shall we discuss now?”

The silver mech nodded finding no point in continuing his struggles. Taking a better half of an hour discussing a peace treaty for Megatron to stand down.

Optimus made the mistake of removing the warlords bindings who immediately switched up on him. Pinning Optimus to the ground beneath him, his own servos held behind him by one of Megatron’s large servos.

Pushing against Optimus back with his interface panels grinding against the primes. His knees ached but so did the heat behind his panels having ignited his needs for far too long.

The prime would have to do and Megatron had qualms with having the blue mech. While Optimus struggles were minimal they were only ceased when the silver mech continued his ministrations.

Rubbing the primes panels until they transformed away so that he could use his own salivants, spreading prime on his digits with a growl of arousal.

Optimus looked so beautiful on his knees below him that Megatron couldn’t contain himself longer than necessary. Grinding his hard erect spike between the folds of the blue bot making them shiver in anticipation.

“Pent up as well are we?”

Megatron taunted once again his cocky attitude arising but was abruptly cut off when prime thrusted his hips back taking half the spike of the warlord. Forcing a moaning groan out of the silver mech above him.

Leaving Megatron reeling from the sudden intense pleasures of that warm and wet valve sucking him in. His previous commentary gone effectively shutting the grey mech up, getting them to focus on the moment.

He’d thrust in and out, inching himself more and more inside until Optimus could take his whole length. Moaning and groaning from the pleasure of that thick spike running across all his inner nodes and slamming back into his ceiling node.

The prime had set most of the pace with Megatron barely keeping up. The intensity getting to his processor with his fans clicked to the highest leveling trying to cool him down.

But Optimus simply took what he wanted chasing his own intense charge even being pinned under. Until Megatron gained his bearings once more, excreting his control but taking over again.

Setting his own brutal pace slamming into the blue mech where his chassis scrapped against the ground he was pounded into. Exchanging paint jobs to the surroundings and each other.

They didn’t keep it quite either, intending to be loud enough for anyone passing to hear. The fun was in the threat of being discovered.

Neither of their processors fully processing what they were doing only that in that moment they wanted release from all the stresses of leading. Whoever that relaxing release came from didn’t matter in the moment.

Inching closer and closer to their overload, Megatron rutted into the prime holding him tight in an embrace. Leaning over to lock their lips in a passionate needing kiss.

Glossa slipping past dermas to explore each others with intrigue and domination.

So close to overload Optimus moaned into the kiss when Megatron finally erupted letting his release fill Optimus to the brink. And the primes out juices spraying out past that spike filling them up.

Creating a mess on both the leaders and the flooring below them with no shame whatsoever. The silver mech slumping against the blue mechs back with a content sigh.

Allowing the two to regulate their rapid venting with two frames blistering hot from their activity. When Megatron decided without any more thought, if he could experience this type of high everyday then he wouldn’t bother to keep fighting this pointless war.

Optimus was certain that the warlord would’ve left him like this but he also found himself wanting more. If they would work out maybe their factions could to?

“Let’s stay like this… just a bit longer prime”

“Don’t go just yet… Megatron. Stay”

Notes:

Updates this week are gonna be slower sorry guys

Chapter 14: Day 13 Medical Play (Megop)

Summary:

Optimus is left on the battlefield alone, unable to hold his own against the swarming decepticons. He finds himself waking up in the lap of none other than Megatron who is tending to him personally.

The battle was long and arduous, pushing Optimus to the edge alone. His allies retreated thanks to Ultra Magnus' command, leaving the small prime alone on the battlefield.

Optimus came too close to the truth of what really started the war on cybertron and why it was still on going despite them all already having been forced out.

The last thing the smaller prime remembered was fighting against a sworn of decepticon drones. And then a larger figure scooping him up before his systems gave up again.

When he finally came to it was in unfamiliar surroundings with a pair of stassis cuffs around his wrists. His frame ached in every joint groaning as he tried to move only for a servo he hadn’t realised had been on him the whole time squeezed his shoulder.

A sharp sting jolted the smaller mech more to awaken from the sharp pain the same shoulder that was squeezed. Taking in more of his surroundings Optimus found himself in the lamp of the Decepticon leader Megatron.

The same who toyed with him only cycles ago and got mad enough to look like he really wanted him dead. But was now gingerly welding Optimus cracks up and buffing out his dents.

“Keep squirming prime and I just accidently sever an important energon line. And we wouldn’t want to risk that on you’re low levels now do we?”

Optimus went stiff if Megatron's threat was true, he didn't particularly want to bleed out just yet. He still had everyone else to think of and dying here wasn't on his plan list.

“Good”

The silver mech hummed returning to his work as he paid close attention to his work on the blue mech's shoulder. The smallers frame was stiff in his lap with obvious tension that began to grate on the silver mech's nerves that even with his soothing touches and careful work, Optimus was still tense around.

“I am not going to harm you if that is what you believe”

The warlord gave some weird kind of reassurance that made Optimus tense up more than he’d like to admit that it showed.

It was rather strange, everything about this scenario had the blue mechs processor reeling from trying to process everything. Why was Megatron being so careful with him? Why was he even repairing him in the first place? His finials flicked back in deep thought.

Before they sprung back up when the silver mech let out a loud sigh, finishing his work on Optimus' shoulder for the most part. Moving the prime over in his lap to gain better access to his backside.

“That cute little processor of yours must be deep into thought hmm? Perhaps why am I doing this? What do I gain?”

The larger mech hit the bolt on the head and Optimus couldn't help but scrunch up his lip plating at how easily the other read him. Was it that obvious? Somehow Megatron always knew what was going through his processor before he could even form them into glyphs.

“Why are you doing this? You were just trying to kill me… cycles ago”

His pause was one of consideration as Optimus didn't actually know how long it had been, did a few earth hours pass? Or maybe a few earth days?

“Hmm… why can you not accept that perhaps I just want to?”

When Optimus was about to retort back his voice caught in his vocalisor when a groan interrupted it. Megatron's digits had pressed too hard on a particular broken line that had the prime whincing and whimpering from the pain. Just realising how bruised his backside was, the pain coming to him now that he realised it.

Remembering he was hit in the back before his passing out during the fight. Megatron's digits twitched in hesitation before continuing more slowly, repairing the lines back into place and then the torn metal plating.

Optimus leaned more into the lap of the larger mech, focusing more on the warmth that the warframe offered compared to the cool air of the berth room. He wouldn't admit that for some strange reason Optimus felt safe and comfortable in this position.

Being tended to by the warlord wasn't so bad as much as his processor was screaming at him to be logical and remember just who exactly was tending to him so tenderly.

“Almost there prime, how are we doing?”

The concern etched in that vocaliser was too weird for Optimus, especially after all the mockery and fake sweet words to taunt him on the battlefield.

“Fine.”

He’d only give a curt short response not wanting to entertain him any further with his cooperation. Optimus was already bashing himself for not fighting back when he should be struggling and battling for dear life.

And yet Megatron ignored it for now, he’d have his fun soon with Optimus afterall the silver mech never did anything without an ulterior motive behind it. He always gained something out of the things he does, be it in battle or in the berth.

And Optimus was no exception. Megatron might have been tempted to let the prime off the hook for simply being cooperative and pleasant on the optics with his behaviour and oh how well curved he was.

Just looking down at the smaller mech in his lap had his systems heating up with those thighs pressed together over his own larger. It took all his control not to straight away grip them and test the pliant metal.

Finishing up welding Optimus back up the best he could for now to stop any major bleeding and discomfort. Megatron flipped the prime over once more on the berth, moving himself so that Optimus was laid out before him.

Peds spread wide so that he could get a good look at those inner thighs that had wires ripped and metal dented severely. The smaller mech couldn't help the twitch of his peds when the touch of the silver mech traveled up them.

Sparking a strange feeling of pleasure and nervousness. The touch made him want to close his thighs and run away from the teasing touch of the other but he didn't because he couldn't.

Megatrons larger digits grazed over the exposed wires testing every so slightly before continuing his work. The feeling made Optimus bury his face in his servos trying to keep his cool when Megatron began work on his most sensitive spot.

His inner thighs were always a weakness being so exposed and not to mention it had certain very sensitive lines. Ones that Megatron was now teasing and getting the smaller all hot and bothered. Trying not to act so shamelessly in front of the other.

But the touch continued even after Megatron was done putting everything back into place. He rubbed both sides of each of Optimus' thighs. Rolling his thumbed digits into the sensitive seams like massaging them so tenderly.

 

The prime could feel his interface panel straining to contain his spike that was wanting to pressurise however he made sure to deny every request. The smaller mech wouldn’t embarrass himself in such a manner like that in front of an enemy.

The silver mech couldn't help the smirk grazing his faceplate at the prime beneath him trying to remain calm and collected in his presence despite his actions. Determined to make the prime feel good and soak up the reactions forced out of him, Megatron kept going.

Pressing his digits into every sensitive seam and along those delicate lines. Until he had the prime twitching and squirming in his hold from the ticklish and pleasurable feeling, rubbing over his panels and expliciting a muffled moan.

His digits kept going until Optimus was bucking his hips into the rubbing and teasing across his panels seeking out the friction. His charge getting stronger the more Megatron persisted bringing the smaller over the edge.

Optimus moaned out, his servos gripping the sheets of the berth as his hips thrusted into the servo of Megatron as the smaller mech rode out his overload. Megatron couldn't help but soak up the sight of the disheveled and shameless prime, riding his servo seeking out his own pleasure.

Making a mess behind his panels that seeped out through the edges of the seams. The warlord was going to make a comment before he realised the prime was…

“Prime? Prime are you-”

Optimus had fell asleep right after finding his release, all his pent up tension was gone and for the first time in deca cycles. He slept soundly without a care. Leaving Megatron to be the one now left reeling and his own panels straining from how the prime got him worked up. He’d have to handle himself after cleaning up the prime.

Notes:

Updates are gonna be a few days behind, caught a cold.

Chapter 15: Day 14 Possessive and choking (Megop)

Summary:

Optimus unintentionally makes his conjunx very jealous with others brushing his frame. So fed up and wanting to set an example, Megatron makes sure in their interfacing to leave prime marked inside and out as his and his alone.

Megatron was in a particularly foul mood at seeing his conjunx talk to the other mecha who clearly had an optic for the Prime. Mumbling and grumbling at the sight of the prime so oblivious to these mechs trying to garner his attention.

He’d be proving later on why no other mech but himself could have Optimus, no, the prime was his and his alone and he wasn’t a mech that liked to share what is his.

When they finally returned to their shared quarters after the social gathering Megatron slammed Optimus against the wall face first. Collecting the primes servos in one of his own while the other gripped the back of his neck cabling.

The suddenness had Optimus jolt with a fright, his spark thrumming inside his chassis

“Mega-“

Before he could even get a word out Megatron’s grip on his neck cabling tightened dangerously with a looming threat to crush the components beneath his iron grip. His faceplate pushed into the back shoulder strut of the smaller mech in-venting deeply.

“That mecha touched you here didn’t he?”

Before Optimus could even respond his processor was sent spiralling with a choked sob forced from his vocalisor. Megatron bit down hard with his sharpened denta, piercing the metal plating until energon seeped out. To which he lapped up dutifully not letting a single drop be wasted.

Optimus whined when Megatron continued the trail between soft kisses to possessive bites littering his back.

“Megatron- gah! Please-“

Optimus tried to beg for the surge of pain and thrill to stop. Megatrons servos moved up his frame gripping his side while the other made its way to push into his intake and down on his glossa.

Letting Optimus choke and suck on his digits then bite down when he tried to hold back his cries. As Megatron continued his assault biting down next on his neck cabling and leaving a rather big mark.

His other servo caressed Optimus chassis in such a soothing manner it had the prime torn between the rough and painfully bites and the soft tenderness of being soothed after.

The silver mech was methodical in his touches, his servos and intake touching every part of prime that was other filthy mechs and femmes dared to touch what was his.

The same mech he coveted since before the war, the war that was started just because he couldn’t have this beautiful mech by his side. No he wouldn’t be making the same mistake letting others take Optimus away from him.

Set on leaving his mark over the blue bot so that any who dared look his way would know to keep their servos to themselves. Prime already had a conjunx and that conjunx was the most possessive of them all.

“I won’t let anyone dare to take you from me. You’re mine Optimus”

Megatron stated bucking his hips against the primes, his interface panels strained rubbing against Optimus own. The primes panels were soaked already in anticipation seeping through the seams.

“Eager already? Good.”

He didn’t want to admit aloud that making Optimus slick with lubricants before even touching him down there. Had Megatron on the fringes of barely containing his spike wanting to pressurize right then and then.

So he let it. Transforming the panels away to let it spring forth at full hardness right between Optimus peds, grinding up against his still concealed valve that fluttered at the sensation.

“Frag- megs slow down”

Optimus panted out even as his hips instinctively rocked back against the spike wantingly. His processor said no but everything was saying yes.

His own panels transforming away allowing Megatron to thrust his spike between the slick folds of prime. Coating his spike in a generous amount of lubricants.

Megatron adjusted his grip to wrap snuggly around the primes neck cables cutting off the energon reaching his helm and blocking the air intake.

Before he thrusted into the blue bot without preamble in a couple shallow thrusts inching himself in until the hilt. Grunting in the primes audials as he set a brutal pace from the start.

Sending Optimus fans into overdrive and his processor unable to cope with his lack of energon and the intense pain mixed pleasure of being spread apart so brutally.

Megatron’s engines purred in delight thrusting in and out of that tight wet and warmth hole that eagerly squeezed down on his spike. Like it was trying to suck him back in at every thrust.

Grinding his hips up to scrape against those lovely nodes that Optimus could never reach without Megatron. And the grey mech was enjoying the scene too much, completely fragging the prime silly.

“Only I can see you like this, only I get this privilege”

All Optimus could do was nod along but not understand what his conjunx was saying in his audial. All he processed was the thick spike ramming into him threatening to breach his chambers if it went any deeper.

Optimus let out a string of mumbled incoherent curses mixed with attempting to say Megatron’s designation through choked sobs. Every gasp for air intake stung with struggle at the servo cutting off his main supple.

His other servo placed on primes hip bringing him up and back down onto his spike. Eventually becoming the only stability prime had as their peds gave out going numb.

His valve fluttering and tightening around that massive spike that didn’t once stop its relentless assault on his valve. Like Megatron was thoroughly claiming Optimus inside and out, which he was.

Leaving another bite mark on the primes shoulder paired with a thrust that kissed the gestation chamber pressing insistently against it.

“Open up prime”

The grey mech commanded with a growl lifting the blue bots ped to better angle himself to thrust as deeply as he could. Prime screamed out moaning and sobbing with his glossa out and salivants running down his chin. His optics had glazed over in pleasure and coolant dripping down his cheeks.

His processor was fuzzy and blank, filled with nothing but Megatron and his sensations in the moment. Opening his chambers without a second thought to welcome the larger mech in more.

Their charge reaching its max with Megatron tightening his grip around Optimus throat that had the prime wheezing for air intake, his own servos coming up to grasp the larger.

Torn between falling into stasis from the lack of air and energon or the growing intense hot feeling building in his pits. A strong need for release had his systems overriding.

Thrusting down on that spike desperate for his release that plagued his insides.

“Who do you belong to prime?”

Megatron growled out giving a threatening warning by squeezing the blue mechs neck. Optimus valve quivered and tightened in response. If he didn’t answer soon he’d lose the chance to say anything.

“Megs- y-youuu-ngh-ah”

His words came out slurred and static in a pleading time with more coolant dripping from his optics.

Megatron more than pleased smirked driving his spike deep with one final thrust breaching the primes gestation chamber and pouring his seed straight in.

Optimus moaned out the action causing his own overload to ripple through spraying out between the tight fit of Megatron’s spike plugging him out. He could feel everything, the very sensation of how much Megs was dropping straight into his chambers.

Filling him to the brim until his abdome plating bulged and his frame felt heavy. Giving a few shallow thrusts just to make sure he deposited everything. Megatron gave another thrust swirling around the fluids taunting the overfull Optimus.

Who was only still standing thanks to the strong grip Megatron had on them. When he finally pulled out the transfluid came gushing out mixed with primes juices.

Optimus let out a breathy moan even though most of it still remained inside, he was sure that was more than enough to get sparked up. Megatron looking all to pleased with himself for ruining the prime for anyone else but himself.

Chapter 16: Day 15 Object Inserting (Megpax)

Summary:

Megatron decides to play a different game with Orion rather he plans to toy with his partner by inserting things he has lying around because a certain scientist didn’t deliver the actual toys he requested.

“On the berth, aft up Orion”

Megatron commanded his smaller coggless former friend, the fury in his now crimson optics burned. His gaze ever unyielding that had Orions spark flutter in fear and excitement.

It was every day he’d gotten his best friend Dee worked up but it was a lot easier in his bigger form. He didn’t know exactly how it came to this or if this was just some twisted fantasy of his produced by his processor.

Yet he complied regardless on shaky servo and peds when Megatron’s servos shot out gripping his hips and keeping him in place. Adjusting Orion to his liking with his aft further raised, pushing a servo on the smallers back to press his chassis into the berth.

“Stay like that”

He’d instruct as his weight shifted off the berth, Orion only noticing just how much it dipped and then rose.

His engines whirled with unease and anticipation, what was taking Dee so long? What is he grabbing?

 

“Tsk- shockwave is still late with what I request… we’ll have to make do”

The dissatisfied tone in the silver mechs vocalisor didnt go unnoticed by the smaller blue bot who waited anxiously, hearing Megatron rattle around collecting a few objects around the room.

He tried taking a look behind himself at what exactly Megs had gotten but the servo that pressed his helm back into the berth had him jump.

“I didnt say you could look”

Megatron gave a firm warning and Pax complied with pressing his face into the berth and his servos grip the sheets more.

Megs deposited a generous amount of lubricants onto Pax’s valve causing the smaller mech to shiver.

His digits came to the sensitive small valve dipping a single digit in first, testing the waters as he twisted and probed around. Finding Orions nodes and dragging across every single one as he began pumping his digit in and out against it.

However he didn’t stretch pax out like usual just leaving him aching for more when he withdrew his digit. Pax whined that Megs didn’t do any more than a digit, which had himself questioning when he became like this. Craving that touch.

However Orion couldn’t focus on such a subject when Megs pressed a stylus into his valve inching it deeper and deeper. The sting of another stretch on Megatron’s stylus had Orion sighing and trying to relax to allow it to slip in easier.

“There we go, you’re valve ate that up nicely just like my digit”

He’d push the stylus further until only a tiny bit poked out, letting it rest in place between beginning to thrust the length back in and out. From base to tip watching the length of the stylus disappear inside Orions valve.

But just before the smaller mech could adjust to the intrusion of the strange object, Megatron pulled it out, leaving Orion to whimper at the loss.

“We should stay properly fuelled no?”

Pax wasn’t confused long at the question when a single energon cube was pressed against his valve. The cool of it had him squeezing down when it popped just slipping inside. Megatron gave him a huff of disapproval, landing a harsh smack to Orions aft.

“Don’t let this one break”

He’d push a second to Orions entrance easing it in as the smaller gripped the sheets tighter trying their hardest not to clamp down on the protruding cold piece of energon.

“Thats better”

Giving Orions aft a soothing touch of reassurance before the next thing came. Next was something a bit bigger, pushing the lubricant bottle into Orions valve.

Letting it sink in slowly so that Pax could feel ever inch and let that stretch without prep burn. The bottle was bigger than the last two and had more girth to it.

But again before he could get used to the feeling Megatron stopped again just before Orions overload could crash.

Leaving the smaller whimpering from the loss. Megatron chuckled at the needy smaller bot stopping Orion from shaking his aft with one servo gripping his thigh.

Soon Pac picked up on a transformation sequence and the hiss of metal shifting with the familiar sound of Megatron’s fushion cannon materialising.

“D-Dee wait-“

But Megatron didn’t, rather the reference to his dead designation. Soon Orion felt that fushion cannon head pressed against his entrance, thankful it was the smaller one of Megs other servo.

The stretch was enough to have Orion squirming, panting and whining. The pain was short lived when Megatron began pumping it in and out, inching it deeper and deeper. Whilst pounding into those nodes that had Pax arching his back struts and opening more for the intrusion.

Megs went as deep as he could with the cannons barrel until Pax couldn’t fit any more of it. That was when he picked up the pace thrusting his cannon in and out. Fragging Orion good on his weapon improving the silver mechs mood to see the smaller sobbing, moaning and crying out for Megs to go harder.

This time he didn’t pull out or leave Orion wanting and whimper. He continued just like Pax begged for it to.

Stretched so wide and pounded so deep Orions processor could think nothing but the intruding object that made his sensors vibrate with fear and thrill while his valve clenched down seeking more friction.

Having such a dangerous weapon positioned in him just a sequence away from being activated with the possibility of death had Orion wanting to play with death once again.

Bucking his hips wildly back onto the barrel with need and built up charge begging to be released after being denied multiple times.

With one final slam Orion came hard over the weapon, his transfluid spilling from the edges and all over the cannon.

His processor blurred over leaving only the sensations from his valve to ebb away with great pleasure and satisfaction. That he didn’t notice someone had knocked at their door requesting Megatron’s attention.

Who got up but didn’t leave Pax empty, shoving an empty cube glass into his valve. Giving the warlord a pleasing view of Orions insides and the transfluid elicited from his actions.

Notes:

Hopefully I’ll have more of the chapters done this week if it quiets down.

Chapter 17: Day 16 Remote Control (Megpax)

Summary:

Orion doesn’t listen to Megatron’s advice on staying put so the coggless mech finds out the hard way just what exactly happens when he ventures too far from the compound.

Orion had awoke not even a cycle ago to find himself under heavy surveillance in what was told to him to be the decepticon main base. Whatever decepticon was? And his best friend now cogged and towering even called himself a ‘decepticon’ which puzzled Pax more.

Peeking his natural curiosity to find out. Just because he was on unfamiliar ground and this wasn’t the iacon archives with mecha that could and would actually kill him.

Dee had told him to stay put knowing that Orion never listened so he took… cautionary precautions.

When finally getting back on his peds Orion felt like something was amiss in his frame but nothing was out of the ordinary even when he ran scans on his systems. Everything came back clear, the only thing he couldn’t access was his interface panels which was the least of his concerns.

Sneaking past towering decepticons that patrolled the hallways unknowing that Orion danced to these tunes like he was designed for it. All his time sneaking into the archives paid off in this moment.

Slipping past, ducking behind crates and dodging being detected by drones. Until he was almost to the skirts of the base, just the wall left to get over. That was when Orion looked up seeing the stars for the second time, they always took his breath away.

You couldn’t see such a magnificent sight underground and he’d love to spend cycles just staring up at it, naming the constellations. But his dream was short lived snapping back to reality when a guard got a bit too close to his hiding spot.

Quickly he scaled the wall getting up and over just barely being noticed by the stationary guards who missed him by a nanoclick.

When his peds touched the ground Orion felt a strange charge shoot up his systems steaming from his interface panels. Taking no mind to it as he figured it was the way he landed.

But with every step that shot of energy ran up his frame again and again. Getting stronger the further he got from the base.

When suddenly his abdomen and valve clenched hard, a surge of charge and intense feelings shot up him to his spark.

It was like all his internal nodes were being stimulated all at once while his valve clenched down on nothing yet the feeling of being penetrated made his processor lag.

His servo shooting down to grab at his panels but just a graze had Orion keeling over on his knees, being extremly sensitive. What was going on? Echoed in his processor as the stimulation was on a low vibration not yet enough to stop him from crawling further.

But he soon became acutely aware the further he went the more intense the pleasure got. It was like being penetrated and then stimulated nonstop without pulling out. He’d clench his abdomen holding it, attempting to help the pleasurable pain.

His fans clicked from lowest to highest level with every small inch he took forward until Orion was left panting and drooling from his intake. His optics had blurred over with coolant threatening to drip if it got anymore intense.

His charge building up until he was nearing an overload from whatever was happening with his frame. Too absorbed in the pleasurable stimulation and his own panting whiny moans to notice his surrondings.

Leaking lubrications through his panels that he desperately palmed trying to find the manual trigger to open the panel to no avil as even the trigger didn’t budge an inch.

His confusion would be growing if not for his charge taking over his systems and his processor going to mush. His optics rolled back when he cried out overloading on the ground, gripping the dirt with one servo and his panel with the other. Lubricants dripping onto his digits that gushed forward from behind his panel.

“Didn’t I tell you not to wonder far Pax?”

That gruff deep rumbling voice pierced the air, snapping Orions audial processors to immediately make him aware again of his surroundings. The after math of his overload cooled down and the sensations in his valve disappeared as well as though it was just turned off.

Orion looked over his shoulder strut sitting up to see Dee- no, Megatron, approaching him from behind. Looking pleased but angry at the same time for Orion attempting to escape, however that wasn’t what caught the smaller mechs attention it was seeing Megs press a button on his forearm.

The larger mech stopped just inches away from Orion who remained sitting on the ground looking up, his processor still lagging behind to fully take in what was going on.

“Why don’t you try again?”

Megatron gestured for Orion to move forward once more, even encouraging the mech with a predatory smile and a nudge of his ped. So Orion cautiously crawled forward, nothing, no sensation in his valve stopping him until he looked back at Megs again.

“Try escaping again… the further you get the worst it’ll be”

His servo raised again to push a button on his forearm activating the toy he had installed inside Orion to its highest level, stimulating all his nodes and adding rougher friction to the mix like it was his own Spike slamming in minus the pain of the stretch.

“Until you’re a quivering mess laid bare. You should thank Primus I find you before the others do”

His little tease intended to toy with Pax just enough to have the mech second guess attempting to leave again without permission. However it was overshadowed by the intense pleasure that rapidly spread through his frame, heating up considerably to the point not even his fans or vents desperately sucking in air could cool him down.

His intake hang agap drooling while his optics rolled back hazed over with static and coolant. As his servos clutched his abdomen and his faceplate grinded against the dirt.

Not long after did Orion overload again crying out from the intensity before his frame went slack with the second overload. His valve sensitive and his frame shaking reeling from the after effects of two overloads in close succession.

Lubricants and transfluid spilling from behind his panel, dripping from scenes. Left Megatron watching in delight at the effect of shockwaves new toy, truly a masterpiece with a controller only he could adjust.

Chapter 18: Day 17 Service (Opdee)

Summary:

Optimus misses his younger best friend so bad he goes back just to give them a thorough servicing before they will inevitably fight once again.

Optimus graciously lapped up every string and squirt of transfluid that leaked from D16’s valve. It spasmed and quivered, overly sensitive after coming down from his overload.

Yet Optimus gave him no time to recover with his glossa slicking between the folds and eating up their fluids like he was feasting on the finest of energon. Dee’s frame was hot and rigid with embarrassment and shame from how turned on he was.

Laying beneath the prime and having his valve eaten out felt like such a huge honour that his processor just reeled from how overwhelming it was.

“Frag- prime- ooh ahh nooo”

He’d whine out gripping the long finials of Optimus helm encouraging the larger mech to keep going. His frame shook and back struts arching into that intake that ate him up so well.

His poor node blinking in want that Optimus of course gave his utmost attention to. Swirling his glossa around it, giving it sharp sucks and pinching it. Every little emotion had Dee craning and moaning.

With his thighs clamping shut to keep prime on his knees servicing him.

“Oh frag- Optimus I mean Prime, I am so so so sorry I- I-“

Dee didn’t mean to overload on their face, rather he was embarrassed for keeping Prime there when he did. Until it swept away with the larger lapping up every drop he spilled.

Making Dee roll his optics back in a loud moan at that glossa lapping between his sensitive folds and suckling his node before going back for more into his valve.

His optics dripped coolant from just how good it felt, when they gazed down at the intense look of Optimus who couldn’t take his optics off of Dee’s every expression.

Optimus was going to make sure Dee was satisfied beyond compare and that all of his wants in this moment would be taken care of.

“Oh slag… you’re so hot”

The glyphs fell from his glossa before he could stop it with servos clamping over his intake. Did he really just say that to his prime? So openly too-

But Optimus react was simply one of amusement and happiness that Dee thought so of him. That’s when he redoubled his efforts, thumb digit rubbing at his spike housing. Looking up expectantly at Dee

“Please?”

The cute way Optimus said it had Dee’s spike housing immediately opening and pressurizing to full length. Embarrassingly enough demonstrating how well Optimus had this miner wrapped around his servos.

Oh he missed this Dee so much.

His glossa up the under side of that spike right up to the tip that he teased. His lips parting to take it with a small suck that had Dee jolt his hips forward.

His glossa swirled around before focused on the under side and bobbing his helm to take it inch by inch. Forgetting that because of their frames now Optimus didn’t have to struggle just to take it all.

He could focus on servicing his partner to the fullest. Bobbing his helm up and down that length taking it from the base to the tip. Eliciting moans and groans from the mech above him who’s servos were digging into the metal below them.

Throwing their helm back panting and crying out for Optimus to keep going. His processor buzzing and optics blurring as his servos shot out to pull Optimus back down onto his length.

Overloading right into the primes intake with a cry, Optimus in return swallowed down every last drop. Leaving Dee drained and exhausted with his frame buzzing in pure delight.

Optimus wiped his chin with the back of his servo shifting to press against Dee and bring him into his arms. Planting kisses to his helm and snuggling up as close as he could, afraid to see the day he wouldn’t be his D16 again.

Chapter 19: Day 19 Electricity (Opmeg)

Summary:

Optimus has Megatron in his grasp quite literally tied up in his grapples. To his surprise he finds out Megatron’s kink for a jump boost to his circuits.

Optimus had found a new ability thanks to his recent fight with Megatron. His grapples tying the larger mech up and then lunging straight at the warframe, toppling him over.

The larger mech fell to the ground with a loud thud creating a small crater beneath them. Before Megatron could open his intake again Optimus fired up his core again sending a current of electricity through Megatron’s frame.

Making the larger mech groan and squirm from his circuits getting a buzz.

“PRIME!”

Then another current that left Megatron reeling with his vents in taking as much air to cool down his systems.

“Ha! Is that all you got prime?”

He’d taunt with that smirk that always had Optimus frowning, just wishing this annoying mech would stay down.

“Keep quiet or I’ll make sure you go into stassis”

Optimus threatened with another zap through Megatron’s frame however the warframe only looked more satisfied after the hits.

Optimus tightened his grasp on Megatron allowing another shock of electricity to zap through the decepticon. Making him arch his back and pant after letting out a cry from his circuits being jumpstarted.

The voltage wasn’t nearly high enough to actually fire or damage anything rather it edge on the side of a good heat up.

This only made Optimus more angry when his threat wasn’t getting through nor his actions.

So he wrapped his grapples up more over all of Megatron’s frame charging up once more ready for another burst.

Megatron groaned into the intense electricity that coursed through his entire frame. Lighting up every fuse all the way to his interface panels.

An overload wracked through his frame forced through the electricity before leaving him with a pleased finished soon overcome by falling into stassis with his frame needing self repair.

Optimus was left stunned at what just transpired, noting to himself not to use that high of a charge. Now knowing it could quick literally charge up his opponent.

Chapter 20: Day 18 Valve Torture (Megop)

Summary:

Megatron decides while he has Optimus held captive, to toy around with his prisoner before the autobots get there.

Optimus found his peds restrained to behind his shoulder struts bending the prime in half. His servos bound in front of him on either side with his battle mask half torn off from his previous fight.

Megatron soon entered into the dimly lit room with a predatory smile plastered across his faceplate but his optics gave way to this hidden glee and amusement.

His servo trailing down primes under thighs inching towards his interface panels. He didn’t let Optimus adjust when ripping off the panel to expose the bound mechs glistening valve.

“So this is what you look like down here? Iv always wonder what you were hiding”

Megatron chuckled his thumbed digit stroking across the entrance and up to his exterior node. Giving it a firm rub and then a pinch between his index and thumb eliciting a gasp and pained sound from the prime. Who tried to close their peds but were unable to against the restraints that bound them in place.

“Shall we start with keeping these folds open?”

It wasn’t really a question aimed at Optimus as Megatron was already reaching for some wires. Holding them up for the prime to see, short wires with clamps on the end of them. Looking small and harmless until he clicked the first one onto his top left fold and then hooked the end under one of his thigh plating lifting the fold to it.

It made him squirm at the uncomfortable pinch but the moving only made it ache and pinch more. Slowly Megatron added the second to the top right fold pulling it back. And then he moved with gentleness that betrayed the torture he was about to put his archnemesis through.

Clipping the bottom right fold with the hook under his aft and the other left under as well.

“Aahh~ there we go, all nice and spread out for viewing. Truly a beautiful sight”

With this he had a good view of Optimus entrance and node, just imagining with delight what it would look like thoroughly fragged and bred gapping open, held apart by the clamped wires.

“I wonder who has had the privilege of toying with the great autobot primes valve. Elita? Or perhaps that medibot ratchet? Oh maybe even you’re favoured yellow bug scout”

The dark chuckle that rumbled through Megatron had Optimus glare blazing from the humiliation and shame of being exposed so intimately.

“But you’re first… will always be me”

The possessiveness dripping couldn’t be ignored, no Megatron would take any opportunity to remind Optimus that it was Orion and Megatronous who were each others first. Such warm pleasant memories felt so far away, leaving it hard to see them as their former selves… not after everything.

Megatron dipped his digits into the warmth of the others valve, stretching it out enough to then replace his digits with a bumpy spike that was shoved in right to the hilt. Megatron gave it a harsh twist that made the prime yelp, changing it up next to give a few pumps allowing Optimus to get used to the girth.

When he suddenly pinched his blink node between two digits eliciting a strangled whine and his peds desperately trying to clamp shut against the restraints.

“This is just the start so get comfortable”

Removing the synthetic spike Megatron would hold up another that had more jagged edges and bumps lining it. Optimus squirmed uncomfortably as the torture device neared his exposed intimate area.

Pushing past his entrance to grate against his delicate insides that had Optimus arching his back and letting out pained mix whines. But he couldn’t deny the sparks of pleasure that were brought forth.

When Megatron began pumping it in and out he made sure to give it a few harsh twist that threw off Prime just when he was finding his bearings. His hips subconsciously thrusting back against the assaulting toy that drew energon from its torturous design.

Allowing Optimus to overload on the torture device but Megatron didn’t stop as his valve became incredibly sensitive. Pounding into it relentlessly, not allowing Optimus to stabilise his vents for a click.

When he suddenly stopped getting an alert from Soundwave that immediately needed his attention.

“I suppose you’re saved for now prime but I wouldn’t leave you bored. I’d be a bad host if I did, would I not?”

Removing the toy only to replace it with a monsterous sized spike that stretched him unbelievably wide. Turning on its vibration mode and leaving the prime to have his valve thoroughly satisfied.

Notes:

… yes I did miss this chapter… anyway here it is!! I might fix the order at a later date, maybe-

Chapter 21: Day 20 Mirror Sex (Megop)

Summary:

Megatronus wishes for his little archivist to witness the beautiful sight he himself gets to delight in every time he makes his beloved disheveled in his servos.

In the halls of the iacon archives, Megatronus and Orion had lead each other to the highest floor. Where every bot had left for the day leaving them alone together.

With only the empty room of books and the large glass panel overlooking the great city of Iacon below. It’s shimmering bright lights like a stunning show to watch from above. Gave Orion the closest feeling he could to being a seeker flying over it.

Megatronus promised that one day he’d make sure Orion felt what he felt like to fly free over this beautiful city. The promise alone was enough to have Orion giggling and happy.

But for now he’d make Orion see how beautiful he looked even so shamelessly disheveled.

Their interface panels shifted away in sync with Orion grinding himself wantingly against Megatronus. It had been far too long since he’d taken the gladiator while Megatronus kept true to his word he’d take no one but his little archivist.

Grinding his hips in return covering his shaft in the slick that dripped from Orions valve. Pushing the head slowly in first savouring the way Orions valve opened up and his little archivist leaning their helm back against his shoulder. Feeling every stretch like being split in two on that massive spike was always a treat.

Until Megatronus was fully seated, Orion thought they’d be doing the same thing. His excitement to be pounded from behind paired with the sick enjoyment and shame he tried to deny of doing it in the iacon archives towering building.

When the gladiator tucked his arms under Orions peds lifting them up to split him in two. The sudden adjustment in position had Orion yelp and his servos dig into the strong pair of servos holding him up.

His valve clenched deliciously around Megatronus who groaned holding Orion in place for the moment letting the feeling of skewering the smaller bot on his spike sink in. Before taking a step back so his little archivist could have a nice view.

Orion flushed blue immediately with his frame heating up seeing himself in the reflection of the window. That spike buried deep and hidden inside him, Megatronus strong servos hooked under his peds. The only pair of servos he now relied on to not drop him, preying he wasn’t heavy even though Megatronus always reassured it was like holding a cube of energon goodies.

The gladiator started moving without warning lifting Orion up off his spike to the tip making sure his little archivist saw the full view of his massive spike that would be pounding him to the pits of primus soon enough.

Slamming back in to the base as his spike disappeared in his little archivist, the position allowing him to hit deeper than usual right to his gestational chambers. He’d set a brutal pace from the start that created loud obscene squelching and metal on metal slaps.

Driving himself in with determination to break Pax through pleasure until the bot forgot his own designation and would only beg for more watching himself crumble.

Orions hightened embarrassment mixed with his pleasure sensors that were hyper aware of every single ridges of the gladiators spike impaling him. Forcing out cries and moans with all his internal nodes getting a good charge through every thrust.

The little archivist let out a rather loud moan that Megatronus muffled with his own intake smashing them together and devouring his intake as well as his valve. When Orion overloaded, his transfluid bursting from the sides of the spike that kept him stretched and filled.

Moaning into the kiss when the gladiator had his own overload pass, pumping hot transfluid straight into his gestational chamber. Before grabbing his chin and shifting his archivist attention to the reflection.

“See that my little archivist? This is the beautiful mech I get to see every time after these sessions… it drives a mech mad for more”

His engines rumbled with a chuckle at how flushed and erratic Orions spark got.

Notes:

The next few chapters are gonna be smaller just so it doesn’t go over into next month

Chapter 22: Day 21 Beast (Opmeg)

Summary:

Megatron goes looking for a certain prime in the woods only to be jumped by a beast who thoroughly breeds him only to find it’s none other than the prime he was looking for.

The forest fell silent on the decepticon which was never a good sign. His senses heighted scanning the area and keeping on his peds.

The cyber beasts had all but hushed and hid away fearing whatever was in the area. But the Megatron who was too prideful heeded no such warning, he’d taken down many opponents. Whatever was waiting him here would soon fall as well in his path.

With suddenly a beastformer lunged from his blind spot, sharpened denta dug into his shoulder struts breaking the lines and joint to his right cannon arm.

With a snarl and pained groan Megatron tried to regain his footing only to fail, slipping from the dirt and being slammed to the ground by the beast atop his back. The searing pain from the wound had the decepticon clench his own bench holding back the groan.

When the denta of the beast dislodged his moment of relief short lived when they back down on his neck cabling. Sure it was the end before the beast started humping his aft and growing.

Megatron’s shame and humiliation rose through the skies of cybertron, trying to claw his way out through a futile attempt. With the beast sinking its denta in deeper as a warning to stay still or he’d be loosing his helm today.

Then he felt a strange wetness pool at his intimate areas, was his valve really lubricating for this beast? It’s spike pressurized between his metallic thighs, rubbing his cover and growling.

Humping him from behind Megatron growled back trying to not let the beast have its way before it was desperately grinding against his interface panels.

Scraping the metal and repeatedly pressing against the panels until they gave way. In one brutal thrust Optimus had sheathed himself to the hilt.

Megatron moaned out, his insides convulsing around the intruding spike of the beast that began its rutting. Quick paced thrusts had Megs being pushed further into the ground until the thrusts became more faster and harder.

Pushing grunts out of the decepticon that mingled with pained pleasure reluctantly pooling in his depths each time the blue beast rams into his gestational tank entrance.

His hips subconsciously rocking back on their own seeking out more friction as his processor scrambles turning the pain in his neck cables to pleasure. The sharp denta pierced his cabling letting energon seep out and leaving marks.

Thrusting megatron forward into the ground that scraped his chassis paint while his backside scraped with Optimus, transferring his blue paint job.

Optimus thrusts became erratic nearing its edge with his spike twitching and aching. The pools of Megatron’s lubricants dripped down his thighs moaning and grunting from his valve being bred out.

When he finally cried out overloading on the beast formers spike that in turn caused Optimus to release inside. Pumping Megatron full of his transfluids, straight into his chambers. Causing the excessive amount to pool out beneath them.

The beast former finally transformed back slumping on Megatron who was startled back to his situation with more clarity. Shock etching his flushed expression, finding the beast who took him none other than Optimus. Despite it the mech did not move and allowed the other to cuddle up still buried deep for the moment.

Chapter 23: Day 22 Gunplay (Megop)

How they came to a truce was beyond Optimus for all his worries began to wash away. Focused on the handle of Megatron’s gun altmode. He’d only ever seen Starscream use Megatron in this form so it was shocking that the decepticon trusted him like this in such a vulnerable way.

“Thats it prime, now use my barrel”

The voice came still so sure of himself hinted with dark amusement. As Optimus lower lip plate twitched into a pout, unsure where to start with his little experience.

So when Megatron’s guiding voice told him what to do, Optimus gladly complied following each instruction.

“There now pump two digits in you’re valve, collect the slick and use it to lubricate my barrel”

Just the glyphs coming from the decepticon gun former was lewd enough that it had smoke rising from Optimus exhaust. His faceplate flushed blue with embarrassment and his movements hesitant.

Shaky servos complied pumping two digits into his valve, curling the tips inside to hit his good spot. Lubricants pooled around his digits when Optimus started thrusting his digits in and out.

The gun gave a low hum of satisfaction at the sight of the prime lowering himself right before him. When those same digits pulled out and rubbed up Megatron’s gun mode barrel.

Coating it just nicely for the next step.

“Thats it, now just use me like you would you’re toy spikes prime”

The embarrassing the commentary made Optimus remember why he found the decepticon so annoying, perhaps shutting him up would be better.

“Shush Megatron”

He’d push the barrel to his valve, pushing down until the lips of his valve met the gun's trigger. Optimus engines gave a purr as he began to move up and down the length.

Megatron was enamoured by the sight and the feeling of Optimus slick hot valve. He had the option to destroy Optimus right here and now but oh he’d have so much more fun destroying that beautiful plump valve.

The gun gave a low glow before it began to vibrate causing the prime to tighten down at the unexpected sensations. His movements quickened with need and want pushing Megatron’s altmode in as much as he could.

If Megatron was making more comments Optimus couldn’t hear over his breathless moans, pounding that barrel into him more.

Until he was sent craning over the edge, overloading on Megatron and coating him in his transfluid shamelessly. However the decepticon was only more turned on by the sense.

“How about another round Optimus? This time with a real spike”

Was the last glyphs Optimus heard till he was delved back to the pits of pleasure.

Chapter 24: Day 23 Biting Kink (Opmeg)

Summary:

Optimus decides he wants to see why Megatron likes to bite and leave marks on his frame all the time? So naturally his curiosity leads to a rather… new pleasurable discovery for both.

“Frag prime- that’s it keep going!! Frag me like you mean it!”

He roared making sure Optimus couldn’t pull back away from him, wanting more and more of the other. His claws sunk into the thick metal in a desperate grip keeping Prime close to him.

The bite marks that littered his own neck cables were nothing compared to his own bites on Optimus frame. Claiming and marking up the prime well enough so any who dared look at what was his alone would know who exactly the prime was conjunx to.

“Megatron- AH!“

Each spark of pain from the bites up his neck cables mingled into pleasure.
Oh how he couldn’t get enough of his conjunx though Optimus wasn’t as straightforward and possessive in the matter of claiming like Megatron. The prime still had similar instincts so when he was lost in the heat of the moment, he bit down first into the shoulder strut of Megatron leaving a clear dent from his denta.

Before biting a second time going up more to his neck cabling, penetrating deep enough to draw energon. This was a first for Optimus to taste Megs energon right from the source.

Megatron groaned into the bite the pain began to feel more like pleasure as the bigger got off to it. The way Optimus servos mapped his frame and those blunt denta adding more pressure just to puncture.

The prime went lower leaving a dent on Megatron’s chassis next but the metal was more reinforced in that area to draw anything. However when Optimus pulled back he was more captivated with his work, slowly understanding why Megatron was always insistent on leaving a mark.

He then began to aim lower littering Megatron’s torso with bites, each one eliciting a pitched gasp holding back the whines that drew forth. Never once was he so sensitive in that area, taking hits and blows yet just the smallest scrape of Optimus denta against his plating had him keeling over.

His claws digging into the primes shoulder struts yet the way Optimus was pulled in more told the prime all he needed to know. Don’t stop.

Prime dragged his glossa across one particularly deep bite that drew energon at Megatron’s side. Lapping up all the droplets until the grey mechs nanites kicked in sealing the wound in seconds. When Optimus placed an overlapping bite that had Megatron throwing his helm back and squirming with a squeak that escaped his vocalisor.

Optimus shouldn’t have felt so… turned on by it but he shamefully admitted he was. He wanted to draw more, more of those beautiful sounds from the silver mech. Going lower and lower, his denta grazing over the thinner metal layer at Megatron’s inner thighs. If he weren’t paying attention Optimus wouldn’t have noticed the slight tremor of excitement and anticipation.

His servos came to grip either thigh holding them apart as the prime gave his full undivided attention to them. Planting kisses and licking up the seams in teasing gestures. That made Megatron’s peds twitch against the touches making Optimus have to keep them open with his servos digging into the metal.

His teasing gesture lowering Megatron’s guard until suddenly biting down on the inner thigh of the silver mech right after a tender kiss. Making Meg scream out before whimpering as his valve clenched on nothing and his whole body trembled.

Optimus kissed and lapped at the bite like an apology before biting right beside it again, this one drew energon this time. That made the silver mech arch his back struts and grip the metal below crunching beneath his frightening strength. A display of his self control to say the least.

Optimus engines rumbled into a low purr soothing the silver mech to slump back down as his chassis rose up and down cooling off. The prime began again until Megatron was relaxed after the tension, nibbling, licking, kissing and cooing.

But the anticipation wasn’t lost. Megatron felt his charge bristling up to the surface as the prime between his peds grew closer and closer to that sensitive panel. His interface panels requesting to open but he denied every single one.

Letting Optimus lap at it like a starved cyberpup trying to eat him. Once again the silver mech was too lost in the sensations to see the next bite coming. As Prime bite down on his panels eliciting a yelp and strangled moan.

His thumbed digits dug into sensitive seams of Megatron’s thigh making the mechanics spasm at the intrusion while his other rubbed intensely at the modesty panels. Every whine and whimper that mingled with a moan of pleasure was enough to spur the primes actions further and further.

Picking up the pace that had Megatron roving over the edge when Optimus landed a final bite on his sensitive panels. Drawing one final scream of pain mixed pleasure. Megatron’s crimson optics glazed over and his systems overloaded.

When the silver mech finally came down did the clarity of what just happened hit him. Even Optimus looking up looked rather… mesmerised and pleased but without a doubt as shocked as Megatron.

“Did you just?”

Megatron quickly interrupted with a smack to Optimus helm to silence the prime was spouting something so embarrassing.

“It was your imagination matrix prime! I have work to do”

Megatron quickly rose on wobbly peds, staggering his way out yet his faceplate blushed a heat red and his vents even looked red. He really did just overload from Optimus simply biting him? Frag. It was that good. There was no denying the stickiness behind his panels that served as further evidence of his shamelessness.
He felt bad leaving Optimus like that but the prime definitely saved that to his memory banks to replay later for his own… pleasure.

Notes:

Sigh… working overtime sucks guys!!
I want the holidays to come sooner so I can finish these chapters-!!!

Anyway enjoy teehee

Chapter 25: Day 24 Gag (Megpax)

Summary:

Megatron needs a way to shut Orion up about asking questions to his high guard and the archives. What better way and time then in the privacy of his quarters during some important paperwork?

Orion Pax had been awefully annoying during the campaign through space on the nemesis that Megatron had had just about enough of it and needed some way to keep his adventures conjunx in check. Not to mention the countless hours of talking (more like nagging) that grated on Megatron’s last neurals.

So what better way then to make the mech service him throughout this day cycle. On his knees buried between his peds with a glossa full of spike.

Now that did the trick of shutting his conjunx up enough for Megatron to focus on his work without having to worry about the smaller coggless mech running off and causing trouble. He knew exactly where Pax was and what he was doing. Being oh so useful and enjoyable, it made Megatron entertain the idea of keeping him like this.

But he wasn’t that cruel towards his most prized obsession, not yet at least. His larger servo rested on the smaller mechs helm guiding them to take him deeper with each thrust but the pace was too slow for Megatron’s liking.

Orion gagged around the intruding girth as the tip hit the back of his glossa. His protests muffled around the spike that sent sensations up the warlords spinal strut making him shiver. Any words from then on were all but gags and groans.

When his dermas inevitably brushed across the bottom and top of the length invading his glossa with every thrust. Unlike most Megatron didn’t care, Pax had a small mouth like this so he expected as much but the silver mech also couldn’t deny the perverse thrill of danger if Orion did try something.

Those dark thoughts only grew darker with every gag and whimper he drew from the smaller, now taking control. Setting the pace to a smooth rhythm of his liking that Orion had to adjust to if he didn’t want to choke on that grithy spike. His digits dug into the inner workings of Megatron’s armoured thighs unknowingly stimulating the nerve cables in those seams.

Now rocking his hips Megatron pushed Orion down further, pulling back and then again. His crimson optics never leaving that beautiful face clamped around his spike. He watched every little detail from the coolant forming at the corners of Orions optics to the way those optics focused and unfocused glossing over.

The struggle on the smallers face was enticing when he choked and sputtered too overwhelmed by the silver mech changing the rhythms and pressure.

Rocking his hips in tandem whilst he encouraged Orion to take him deeper with every back and forth motion. That had the smaller mech choking when the tip of that spike grazed the back of his glossa.

Orion nearly choked on the thing when Megatron sheathed himself all the way in, partly down his tube that it drew coolant from the smallers optics. The longer Megatron kept him in the place the more whines of desperation drew. Begging for air having forgotten he had other ways of cool his internal systems like through his fans.

“Hush Pax I’m on a comm, be good”

A thumbed digit soothed across his helm in a gentle caring gesture opposing the harsh tone Megatron just used. It was too much for Orions processor to tell the silver mechs true tone. Was he angry like his voice suggested? Was he pleased with his gentle thumb caressing gesture? Or perhaps excited with how his spiked twitched eagerly in Orions mouth.

Either way the smaller tried to adjust but still couldn’t help when their optics rolled back and glazed over with coolant threatening to spill. His own blunt digits dug into Megatron’s thighs offering no damage to the thick metal.

After agonising klicks Megs finally pulled Orion off leaving the smaller to gasp and sputter, rapidly drawing in the cold air to cool his burning internal systems. But the silver mech wasn’t quite done yet have Pax gag on his spike, really the sight just got him more charged up than before.

And Orion wasn’t tapping out either… yet. So Megs knew he could push the other just a bit more. Only allowing the smaller mech to cool down for a kilk before pushing his helm back down onto his length.

“Thats it pax, just surrender yourself to the bliss like the good little mech you are”

With a steady motion Megatron had Orion sink down to the base of his throbbing spike once more. Grinding his pelvis against the others glossa seeking that tight warmth that had his systems purring.

Creating a rhythmic thrust guiding the smallers helm on and off his length before pulling pax almost all the way off right to the tip and then slamming back in with no warning to his drastic change.

Beginning to thrust in and out with haste like a rutting cyberbeast seeking only one thing. Taking whatever he could from Orions salivating glossa, streaks dripping down his chin mixed with Megatron’s own pre-transfluid.

The sight had his engines growl louder and his frame heat up with a sadistic kind of pleasure watching his obsession choke and gag on his spike. While they’re optics rolled back and their tongue lapped lazily with strain around the invading spike.

Megatron’s pace kept true to it’s brutality using Orions glossa like a cheap spikesleeve. His spike twitching and pulsing the closer he could feel his charge building to peak.

With one final thrust Megatron buried his spike to the hilt in the smallers glossa and down his tube. Releasing a vicious amount of transfluid, keeping pax in place ensuring the smaller drank up every last drop.

After the last remnants of his seed subsided did Megatron pull the smaller off with a wet pop, only a single string of fluid connected them before it broke.

“My my don’t you look lovely like this Pax? I might just be tempted to keep you like this longer”

The words went in one audial and out the other of his blissed out partner who’s fans were desperately trying to cool his frame and refresh his glitching processor. When Megatron suddenly picked him up placing the red and blue mech in his lap holding him close with surprising gentleness and care betraying his earlier roughness.

“Rest Orion”

Notes:

I lied. I’m gonna take longer for these chapters lol