Retributions
Title: Retributions
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Breakdown/Megatron
Rating: T
Warnings: Slash, kissing (OMG! lol),
Prompt: Megatron/Breakdown - Show me your worth
Disclaimer: Transformers still isn't mine.
As Breakdown entered the bridge, he was somewhat shocked. Normally, a bunch of Eradicons and Soundwave would be there, and worst of all Starscream. But today, it was just his Lord Megatron.
Internally wincing, he tried to get the idea he had royally screwed up out of his head. True, he had been captured by M.E.C.H., but he wore the eye patch to show his failure upon that matter. And last time, he had lost the weapon, but he had returned with Airachnid, which he thought had pleased his Master.
“You wanted to see me Lord Megatron?” he eventually spoke, quickly dropping onto both knees and bowing his head low as the warlord turned to cast an unreadable gaze upon his warrior.
There was an awkward pause, and it was a slagging long one at that!
Breakdown glanced up, finding Megatron’s optics darting about his form, taking in his appearance. Megatron merely continued staring at him, not one word forming from his vocalizer.
Breakdown shuffled nervously, trying to come up with something to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but came up blank, so quickly shut it again.
“Yes” Megatron eventually forced out. “It’s come to my attention that your recent missions have not…worked out”
Breakdown growled to himself, this was it. He was going to get beaten or killed or punished or…
He was pulled from his thoughts when he caught Megatron’s gaze once more. “Tell me Breakdown, why should I allow this?”
Breakdown was confused for the first time, was that a playful look in his Lord’s optics? “Um…er…” he stuttered, unsure how to answer, looking away quickly.
“Perhaps a test is in order” Megatron smirked devilishly, his tone a tad mocking, “Show me your worth Breakdown”
The blue mech balked, staring at the floor so he didn’t have to look at his Master. “My…worth?” he eventually asked, still unclear as to why he was here.
Megatron reached out, gently placing a claw on Breakdown’s chin and raising his helm, forcing the mech’s one yellow optic to gaze back at him. Breakdown was more confused by the delicateness within that single action, as he had seen Megatron do far worse to mechs in his position when he demanded their full attention.
“Your worth” Megatron repeated, “Your loyalties”
Breakdown’s single optic widened in realization of what Megatron was trying to mask…he’d seen Knock Out flirt in similar ways before. Feeling stupid, he slowly raised himself onto his pedes, finding Megatron’s hand begin to stroke his faceplates as he stood there.
Breakdown gulped slightly; “You…know where my…loyalties lay, Master” He hadn’t felt this nervous as long as he could remember. Warriors weren’t meant to feel scared or nervous, but this was worse than any battle he’d ever experienced.
Megatron made an approving growl, as he moved in closer, his mouth mere inches away from making contact with his warrior’s. “Show me” he vented a small amount of warm air onto the blue mech.
“Yes…sir” Breakdown mumbled, as he felt a little flustered.
Before he could decide against it, Megatron initiated the kiss, a little demanding but none-the-less more gentle than Breakdown would have thought. Megatron’s glossa traced along Breakdown’s lower lip softly asking for entrance; Breakdown permitted him, unsure what else to do.
Even if this turned into something…into a relationship, Megatron was still his master. Breakdown couldn’t disobey him, even in such a simple request for part of their kiss.
Megatron seemed to be marveling in the power, realizing the same thing. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against the warrior’s. He gazed into the single yellow optic, finding it precious in many ways, sparkling with innocence and pain. It made the warlord almost sad his other one couldn’t be replaced.
He continued stroking Breakdown’s helm, finding the warrior gradually relaxing into his advances.
Breakdown’s processor raced, he was having trouble working out what was going on, let alone be able to answer anything Megatron asked him. He shuttered his optics at the Lord’s touch, finding an odd warmth fill him. He felt somewhat safe in the position he was in, just him and the Decepticon leader here, together. He didn’t want it to end.
Without realizing it, he leant in and kissed Megatron again, the warlord as surprised as he. Megatron hummed, somewhat impressed by his actions. Breakdown got a bit bolder at that moment, bringing his own hands to rest on the tyrant’s shoulders, wrapping around his helm as best they could.
Megatron grinned into the kiss, cupping Breakdown’s face in his servos. Yes, he made the right choice; he knew it.
The door to the bridge opened, causing the two to force themselves apart. Breakdown turned quickly to see the silent mech entering.
“Soundwave” Megatron growled angrily, “This better be important, I was busy sorting out one of my troops”
Soundwave stood there, silently staring at the Decepticon leader as he relayed the information to him.
Megatron sighed exasperated. “Breakdown, we’ll have to finish this talk later”
With a quick nod, Breakdown hurried out, stopping as the door to the bridge closed behind him. A message appeared over his private comm. frequency, the one that no one else could access, almost immediately. Quickly, he opened it and read it.
“Meet me in my private quarters later”
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Breakdown/Megatron
Rating: T
Warnings: Slash, kissing (OMG! lol),
Prompt: Megatron/Breakdown - Show me your worth
Disclaimer: Transformers still isn't mine.
As Breakdown entered the bridge, he was somewhat shocked. Normally, a bunch of Eradicons and Soundwave would be there, and worst of all Starscream. But today, it was just his Lord Megatron.
Internally wincing, he tried to get the idea he had royally screwed up out of his head. True, he had been captured by M.E.C.H., but he wore the eye patch to show his failure upon that matter. And last time, he had lost the weapon, but he had returned with Airachnid, which he thought had pleased his Master.
“You wanted to see me Lord Megatron?” he eventually spoke, quickly dropping onto both knees and bowing his head low as the warlord turned to cast an unreadable gaze upon his warrior.
There was an awkward pause, and it was a slagging long one at that!
Breakdown glanced up, finding Megatron’s optics darting about his form, taking in his appearance. Megatron merely continued staring at him, not one word forming from his vocalizer.
Breakdown shuffled nervously, trying to come up with something to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but came up blank, so quickly shut it again.
“Yes” Megatron eventually forced out. “It’s come to my attention that your recent missions have not…worked out”
Breakdown growled to himself, this was it. He was going to get beaten or killed or punished or…
He was pulled from his thoughts when he caught Megatron’s gaze once more. “Tell me Breakdown, why should I allow this?”
Breakdown was confused for the first time, was that a playful look in his Lord’s optics? “Um…er…” he stuttered, unsure how to answer, looking away quickly.
“Perhaps a test is in order” Megatron smirked devilishly, his tone a tad mocking, “Show me your worth Breakdown”
The blue mech balked, staring at the floor so he didn’t have to look at his Master. “My…worth?” he eventually asked, still unclear as to why he was here.
Megatron reached out, gently placing a claw on Breakdown’s chin and raising his helm, forcing the mech’s one yellow optic to gaze back at him. Breakdown was more confused by the delicateness within that single action, as he had seen Megatron do far worse to mechs in his position when he demanded their full attention.
“Your worth” Megatron repeated, “Your loyalties”
Breakdown’s single optic widened in realization of what Megatron was trying to mask…he’d seen Knock Out flirt in similar ways before. Feeling stupid, he slowly raised himself onto his pedes, finding Megatron’s hand begin to stroke his faceplates as he stood there.
Breakdown gulped slightly; “You…know where my…loyalties lay, Master” He hadn’t felt this nervous as long as he could remember. Warriors weren’t meant to feel scared or nervous, but this was worse than any battle he’d ever experienced.
Megatron made an approving growl, as he moved in closer, his mouth mere inches away from making contact with his warrior’s. “Show me” he vented a small amount of warm air onto the blue mech.
“Yes…sir” Breakdown mumbled, as he felt a little flustered.
Before he could decide against it, Megatron initiated the kiss, a little demanding but none-the-less more gentle than Breakdown would have thought. Megatron’s glossa traced along Breakdown’s lower lip softly asking for entrance; Breakdown permitted him, unsure what else to do.
Even if this turned into something…into a relationship, Megatron was still his master. Breakdown couldn’t disobey him, even in such a simple request for part of their kiss.
Megatron seemed to be marveling in the power, realizing the same thing. He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against the warrior’s. He gazed into the single yellow optic, finding it precious in many ways, sparkling with innocence and pain. It made the warlord almost sad his other one couldn’t be replaced.
He continued stroking Breakdown’s helm, finding the warrior gradually relaxing into his advances.
Breakdown’s processor raced, he was having trouble working out what was going on, let alone be able to answer anything Megatron asked him. He shuttered his optics at the Lord’s touch, finding an odd warmth fill him. He felt somewhat safe in the position he was in, just him and the Decepticon leader here, together. He didn’t want it to end.
Without realizing it, he leant in and kissed Megatron again, the warlord as surprised as he. Megatron hummed, somewhat impressed by his actions. Breakdown got a bit bolder at that moment, bringing his own hands to rest on the tyrant’s shoulders, wrapping around his helm as best they could.
Megatron grinned into the kiss, cupping Breakdown’s face in his servos. Yes, he made the right choice; he knew it.
The door to the bridge opened, causing the two to force themselves apart. Breakdown turned quickly to see the silent mech entering.
“Soundwave” Megatron growled angrily, “This better be important, I was busy sorting out one of my troops”
Soundwave stood there, silently staring at the Decepticon leader as he relayed the information to him.
Megatron sighed exasperated. “Breakdown, we’ll have to finish this talk later”
With a quick nod, Breakdown hurried out, stopping as the door to the bridge closed behind him. A message appeared over his private comm. frequency, the one that no one else could access, almost immediately. Quickly, he opened it and read it.
“Meet me in my private quarters later”