Twisted Threads 3
Title: Twisted Threads
Rating: Eventual NC-17
Warning: Slash, war, death, mentions of rape
Pairing: Various
Summary: Due to a space-bridge malfunction, universes collide. From bunny 1.
I played all Animated mechs, and Shade played all G1 mechs.
It was… It was beautiful. Perfect. It was everything he had ever wanted to achieve, even if he knew that beneath what he was seeing everything he had ever fought lay hidden. That only made it sweeter, somehow. This time he could make the difference needed. This time the shimmering gem he was admiring wouldn’t break apart under the abuse of countless battles. But he couldn’t give in to the pained joy strangling his spark. Not now. Megatron tore his optics away from the planet hovering beyond the ship's windows and turned. He wouldn’t look out again until they were there. “How long until we land?”
The question was directed at Optimus, who was still staring at his home world. The Decepticon leader took a moment to judge his student. He was a promising one, as had been expected, but was he ready? Irrelevant, in the end. The time was now, they had to act, whether it was with words or weapons. You never knew whether your youngling would survive his first battle… or any, really. You had to believe in him. It surprised the silver mech only a little that there was no doubt in his spark in that department… and he still hadn’t gotten an answer. Well, if the Prime had troubles of his own to sort out before they landed, so be it.
"It... depends on how much trouble they give us. I... you know I need to at least try to get the Magnus on our side." He... still had problems believing the situation was as bad as he feared. Optimus was pretty sure that was just because he had served so long... a cog in the machine. The phrase made him shiver now. Officially, these Decepticons were coming to help 'put down' the native Decepticons... there was no particular reason for Ultra Magnus to refuse them. If he did, and if he didn't say why... "And there is the issue of the spy, we still don't know who he is." Not for sure... Megatron was rather of the opinion it was either Longarm or Ironhide. Optimus couldn't argue it.
“Of course.” Letting go of the drills he had been subjected to hadn’t been easy for Optimus, or any of the young Autobots, and some of it would never fade... Megatron put a hand on the smaller mech’s shoulder and squeezed it, letting it say what shouldn’t be put into words now. What had to be done if the Magnus didn’t listen. How all of this could end if they weren’t careful… “I have your back.”
"Allow me to snigger at that..." Optimus responded, having discovered that there was a kind of dry wit running through almost everything the Decepticons did. It was rather fun to attempt to join in. He had found that the Decepticons in general were fun, even if there were a fairly violent bunch. They... kept it in hand. ...Okay, half the time it seemed they solved whatever crisis it was by interfacing, and hadn't that been interesting to see... Not the time for that! Even the two 'native' Seekers were nice enough. Okay, Optimus seriously just wanted to cuddle the poor frightened Skywarp... except that, it seemed, cuddles were scary. Sari was the only thing that was not scary, apparently. ... And that was scary.
The Decepticon leader allowed himself a small smile, some of the tension in his frame fading. Yes, a very promising student. “You should get back to the comm. lines.”
Optimus was chuckling when he went back to convincing the mech on duty that he really should be allowed to land, that yes, it did have to be now, and yes, Ultra Magnus should be there... He ultimately ended up talking directly to Ultra Magnus, and finally getting permission to land.
Every instinct he had acquired in his time of function told him to go out there, rip the spark out of the pathetic puppet the Autobots called their leader, and then continue to go through the councilors until his armor was glistening purple and their chamber painted with their life blood… It had been most satisfying the last time. But Megatron suppressed this urge like he had learned to get along with the human Sari until picking her up, because that always made her giggle, became a more natural reaction than powering up his weapon controls. Not that he thought this would be nearly as permanent.
It started off badly. Ultra Magnus came with a full compliment of guards, which was only sensible, but set everyone on edge. Optimus was honestly surprised that Megatron was restraining himself so far. Starscream was with them, but the Thundercracker and Skywarp were this dimension's versions. The others were waiting in back-up, with Sari, who had learned as much as any of them. They still planned to keep her safe.
They were taken almost immediately to a full meeting of what passed for a council. Optimus was a Prime, the same as every other mech apart from Ultra Magnus, the guards, and the Decepticons. It was still very clear that he was seen as inferior. Optimus didn't let that affect him, standing as straight as Megatron. He could take them all on... and he knew that now. Ultra Magnus didn't seem to care. He also didn't agree with Optimus' reasoning for, "Allowing these... Decepticons to learn anything more of our leadership than was required, let alone bringing them here! Optimus, I trusted you... what were you thinking?"
It was that moment that he couldn’t stay silent anymore. Not with all of them looking down on one of the best pupils he had ever had, not on base of skill or knowledge, but positions they hadn’t really worked a day for. “That is the real problem isn’t it?” Megatron’s voice was calm, cool… every single of his Decepticons would have been behind the next best thing that passed for cover after the first word. “That he is thinking.”
Optimus shivered. That voice made him think things that were not helpful. Especially not now... "I've told you my reasoning. You discount it. The entire peace is based on a lie! I am a Prime, and you give me no trust. And almost no training. And what you did to retrieve flight-co-"
"Silence! I will not have my decisions questioned by a mech who couldn't even follow the simple rules about planets!" Ultra Magnus roared.
Optimus flinched, and then glanced at Sentinel and stood straight. "I'm questioning."
“And he has every right to.” Starscream was close behind him and even if he didn’t look at him before saying the next words, Megatron knew that this was one of the few moments in which he would actually see loyalty in his second’s optics. Not that it wasn’t there on other occasions… It just had another form. “A single disobeyed order means nothing. Rules may be made to be followed, but if no one ever breaks them they are just baggage. If you cannot face criticism and failure then you are not fit to lead.”
Taken aback by the resistance, Ultra Magnus could do nothing other than meet it. "I have led Cybertron to a time of unrivaled peace-"
Almost to his own surprise, Optimus interrupted the Magnus. "You have lead us into nothing. You- my youngest mechs had never even seen energon, never functioned properly! Your operative Blurr could not even protect himself, the 'training' you give is useless- There are still enemies out there, this is known. You're- You're weak... and you know it." It had never been intended for Optimus to know these things. His place in the machine did not require it, indeed required that he not know them, that he never thought them. He knew them now, and felt betrayal. "You keep us weak, so you are unopposed... and hoped... or made a deal, that the Decepticons we knew would not attack..."
Megatron listened to Optimus, pride swelling his spark. Speaking his mind, speaking the truth as he saw it, even in the face of opposition as great as this, helmet held high… all he needed now was to make his first kill and any Decepticon, at least of his, would respect him. Respect him for what he was, headstrong, honest, and willing as well as able to fight for what he saw was right, as it should be.
It was Sentinel who broke, giving a scream of rage and actually charing at Optimus. "I'll show you weak, Optimus!"
The blue and red Prime froze at the look of sheer hate on his old friend's face. And then his view was cut of by a broad silver back, and Optimus could think again. The guards rushed forward, and the training Megatron had given him was put to use with little more than a deep sense of regret. Things should not have come to this point. They were just doing their job... Optimus cut right through the nearest guard, giving a nearly inaudible keen of sorrow before turning to the next.
As he had promised, he had the younger mech’s back as soon as he needed it. Megatron had been certain it would come to this, had, in a dark corner of his spark, begged his god to give him another chance at this one’s life, no matter what Sentinel might have meant to Optimus at some point. This only cemented his determination. The first blow was harmless enough, only shoving his opponent back, even risking a small injury, but gave him the room to get rid of the first guard charging at him. The Autobot's chest plating crumbled beneath his blow, colors graying before he hit the floor. The energon dripping over his fingers was all it took to free the beast, the fighter within his spark. Ducking low he snarled in challenge, fangs glistening.
A little way back Starscream did the same, wings flaring, but he did not charge. It had to be expected, this wasn’t his fight after all. Not that he wouldn’t send anyone stupid enough to attack him to the pit.
He had a moment to be afraid, to remember than Megatron was not a kind mech... And then Optimus had to fight, spinning around and using his grapplers on a red mech who was coming up on Megatron's side. Energon splashed against his armor, and Optimus realized the now-greying mech had been Cliffjumper. He hadn't known that mech very well. Two more mechs, one red and one white... Rodimus and Jazz? advanced on the Seekers. It was too much for the terrified Skywarp, and with a haze of purple, both he and Jazz were gone. Optimus turned to face another guard.
He was burning, enjoying the fight, but he was running out of opponents fast. By now the energon he had longed for earlier was running down his plating in rivulets. Megatron brought his fusion canon up without really looking at the target and sent the mech into the wall behind him with the force of his shot, chest plates scorched. None of the remaining Autobots seemed to want to take him on… which left him facing Sentinel. A dark smile curled his derma plates up, glossa darting out to catch a drop of mech fluid. He was going to enjoy this.
“How dare they-!” Thundercracker- whom Starscream absolutely refused to acknowledge was called that, because there were things that were funny and things that were just ridiculous- made his core trait known as two mechs darted towards them. One of them disappeared a click later, caught in a rapidly disappearing violent cloud. Really… And those two had the gall to call themselves Decepticons?
The remaining Autobot still seemed determined to get himself slagged, though the seeker could see the uncertainty lurking just underneath his flawless parades. A few moves later a sting hit his left wing and he decided he had played enough. Using the advantage of his weight and experience, he pinned the struggling mech chest plates first to the ground. He had fought well. It was up to their leader to decide whether that would save his life.
It took a moment to realize that, out of the mechs in the chamber, only Longarm, Ultra Magnus, Sentinel, and themselves were still alive. Starscream seemed to be pinning Rodimus... Thundercracker had energon on his hands and Alpha Trion and Mainframe greying at his feet. Megatron was stalking Sentinel. Optimus could feel the energon on his body... Longarm and Ultra Magnus were moving to stand back to back, and Optimus knew they had to finish this. He whispered an apology and left Sentinel to Megatron, approaching the other two. He could do this...
It was soon proven that this Sentinel was in no way the fighter his counterpart had been. Pushing him back until he had nowhere to go, even though Megatron took his time, was almost too easy. At that point, the previously pristine frame was marred and leaking. With a quick move on Megatron’s part, Sentinel’s weapon was flying out of his grasp. The Decepticon swooped in, ripping right through the weak defense moves, and closed his hand around the Prime’s throat. “Say your prayers, Autobot.” Only when yet more energon poured over his fingers from a cooling chassis did his sensors catch up with what his comrade in arms (No longer student. For a student he was now too advanced.) was up to. The silver mech swore. Barely any enemies left and the youngling still managed to get himself into trouble!
Approximately two clicks after moving into battle, Optimus realized he was outmatched. Ultra Magnus was out of practice... but he had Longarm to back him up. If Longarm had been wholly dedicated to backing up the Magnus, Optimus knew he would have been offline before Megatron was able to back him up again. He tried not to consider what Megatron's availability meant.
Megatron didn’t bother with finesse, rushing over as fast as he could. The Magnus was Optimus' to take on but the Prime didn’t need the extra baggage of- of the first decent fighter he had encountered in this room, he realized. Interesting.
Now it was a fair fight. Or, at least closer to... Ultra Magnus was out of practice. It was showing. Optimus screamed as electricity coursed through him, but he had faced worse on earth, before Megatron had even shown up. Optimus kept attacking, striking again and again. And suddenly he realized that Ultra Magnus was against the wall, and possibly even begging for mercy. Optimus resisted the urge to offline his optics, and drove his axe home.
At the third subtle, fluid move that kept that kept the mech in front of him online, a small smirk pulled at Megatron’s derma plates. He didn’t care who the Autobots thought it was he was fighting, he was positive that he knew what he was. And with that realization he threw himself forward, leaving half his own defense open in his attacks. You didn’t take down a Decepticon without sacrificing some cabling. Plating dented beneath his fists, still feeble but not as much as the Autobots' had been. His opponent was half a walking shell when he threw him hard enough against a wall to offline him. He didn’t fade, but the noise behind Megatron had ceased and who knew what he would be useful for, should he make it… For now there were more important things. Reigning in a satisfied roar of victory, he turned and approached Optimus, who stood over the Magnus' remains. Oh and what a sight he was, chassis bathed in the energon of his fallen enemies, it riled Megatron’s already humming engine almost as much as the battle had.
His vents worked hard as Optimus tried to come to terms with what had just happened. And so fast...! The entire battle couldn't have taken more than one or two breems... He felt proud. He had put an end to the betrayal, proven he had the strength to rule, to lead... And more than a little horrified, he had just helped to slaughter the entire High Council! Optimus reached, awkwardly, for the Magnus hammer, before stopping and looking at his own gore-covered axe. That was his weapon. Why would he want another? A noise drew Optimus' attention to Megatron, and he gave a small mewl. Megatron looked... magnificent. Supremely confident. Energy from the battle began to translate into a new heat.
The soft noise tore a low purr from his vocaliser. The distance left between them was gone fast, in a charge that could have ended in an attack just as well. Megatron had Optimus beneath him in moments, pressing him to the floor much as he had his enemies, only that he didn’t attack him further. Engine growling lowly, Megatron went for the exposed throat, licking at the purple drops clinging there.
Starscream ducked lower over his captive, wings flaring in something different than anger. It was entirely instinctual, no display would catch Megatron’s attention right now and he knew it… Not that he minded. It was always gratifying to watch him initiate a newly matured one himself. The mech beneath himself made a strangled sound, tearing a silent hiss from the seeker. “Shut up, Autobot prude! You have the honor to watch our leader welcome a new Decepticon to our ranks, disturb them and it will be the last thing you see!”
Optimus squeaked as he was moved so suddenly, and then arched up, letting the mech at his throat. The bit of sense that remained to Optimus knew that it would be unwise to fight, and the larger part of him didn't want to. He had watched the Decepticons with each other, knew what was coming, and wasn't scared. Megatron was gorgeous, and if he wasn't completely safe, well, Optimus didn't want that safety right now. It seemed right somehow that his first real experience with this kind of interfacing be here, on the site of... not his first victory, but perhaps the first that meant anything? He hadn't, exactly, forgot what was around them, against him, or that they were watched, and by whom... It simply did not matter in this moment.
Submission was always so much more delicious when you had someone under your chassis who could have taken a chunk out of you if he only wanted… No words were needed here. The slender young mech (No longer youngling, he had proven that,) deserved to have the energon of his first real kill licked off him, being introduced to the pleasure, the satisfaction you could reap from a good fight in a way he would never forget. Like Nemesis had done for him. Megatron pulled Optimus' hips against his with one hand easily, bracing himself above the- not Autobot, no more, he deserved a different title now- his Decepticon’s helmet, grinding their panels together.
He gave a shaky cry at the contact, arching into it hungrily. His hands moved about Megatron's boxy form, so different than any other lover Optimus had shared with. He was almost shy licking fluids off the silver chest, shuddering at the very different flavor of energon from a mech's cooling chassis. There was nothing shy in the way he let his panel open, uncaring that it might be 'too fast'. The whole thing was too fast, fast and heated and nothing gentle and by the shattered AllSpark, Optimus wanted this. He wanted Megatron to move in him, wanted the purely physical pleasure of it.
It was the cry that brought Shockwave back online, the high, ecstatic cry... He wondered exactly when he had rejoined the Decepticons, or maybe fate was kind... or cruel, and this was to be his eternal repose? No... he hurt too much for kindness, and too little for cruelty. He was still firmly among the living, then. And... that wasn't his Megatron crouched over Optimus in such a familiar manner. Preparing to... enter...? Shockwave gave a low moan.
Optimus' hardware cover gave to his advances, making his claim complete. The Decepticon leader pressed their bodies together, spike extending directly into the smaller mech's valve, setting a pace before he was fully sheathed. There would be time for explorations later…
Optimus screamed, aware of pain from being filled with no preparation. It hurt almost enough to occlude the pleasure of giving himself over, of simply feeling. After a few thrusts, the pain receded. After a few more, Optimus was arching to meet them, giving short pleas and cries. It all felt so much better than it should...
Megatron was heating up fast, driven the heady pleasure of Optimus giving to him in every aspect that mattered, and enjoying it. Yes… just as it should be. This was what true bonds, true loyalty, was reaped from. No one could take this from either of them, even if it wouldn’t last much longer. Growling loudly, he pushed deeper into the younger mech.
"Yes... yes, please... Want to feel it..." Optimus was snarling now, biting at Megatron, clawing at him with blunt digits in desperation. So close... The feelings were familiar, even if the manner was new. Right now, surrounded by death, Optimus felt so alive... He shook as the first waves of ecstasy began to move up his back-strut and through his entire chassis.
Hard to believe the wild creature in his arms was the same unsure youngling he had had to teach to even think. That this could be something that lay hidden in his own nemesis… Megatron’s spark was already flaring uncontrollably, and there was nothing to keep him when Optimus reached his peak. He overloaded hard, filling the smaller mech with his fluids, a feral sound bursting from his vocaliser.
Optimus only slowly came down from his high, tingling pleasantly all over. He felt... good, although he could already tell he would be sore tomorrow. It had, he thought, been worth it... He would have to do it again. "That... was hot..." he muttered, nuzzling Megatron lazily. They were going to have to get up, though... They had stuff getting everywhere, and they really should tell the population what was going on, and... didn't they have prisoners?
The Decepticon leader only smiled lazily at that. Yes, it had been decidedly enjoyable. “Welcome to my kin, young one…” He caught Optimus' derma plates in a short kiss, letting the afterglow linger for a few more precious moments. Then he retracted his spike carefully. “Come. We have an era to end and a spy to question.” At that he let his optics wander to the ‘Autobot’ he had fought last.
He managed to stand on his own, and look at the carnage without shivering. Energon dripped down his back and legs, and other fluids out of his valve before he remembered to close his panel. Optimus wondered briefly if they would find time for a shower before any of the other things Megatron had mentioned, and he wasn't quite sure what to do with the statement about kin... "So it was Longarm..."
They were looking at him... acting almost as though they hadn't just made a show in the energon of their enemies... Despite all his vorns as a Decepticon, Shockwave was trembling. That had been so erotic, and they had known he was a spy. He mewled needily and then went offline, processor too taxed to deal with the sudden changes reality had undergone.
They would have to get said spy to a medic before anything else, then… how inconvenient. Megatron frowned for a moment. That sound… “Starscream, get Skywarp, I don’t care which. Tell Hook he has work to do. Shockwave won’t stand an interrogation in this condition. We can deal with our prisoner while we wait for him to come online again.”
The seeker blinked, startled. “Why do you think it’s-” Something else crossed his features. “Forget I asked. Great, now I need to bleach my processors…”
Optimus laughed, ridiculously unconcerned about the fact that Starscream had just watched him lose all control. It wasn't like Optimus hadn't seen Starscream interfacing... "Ratchet might just have something for that." Looking at Rodimus, Optimus smiled at him, a little sad for the disgust he could see on the other Prime's face. But then... he could understand it. And he still felt far too good from his overload to care... There was a purple haze, and then Skywarp was gone with Longarm, or Shockwave, before Optimus could tell which Skywarp it was.
Hours later Megatron was stepping out of the cleanser, feeling tired but accomplished. Time had gone by in a rush of activity. He had commanded his mechs in a search through this universe’s grand halls, arresting anyone they found. That had made for quite a full cell block… not many of them had been fighters- not that he found it in him to call even the ones they put under that label such, really. Explaining all of this was a mess he had left to Optimus. They would most likely react better if the Decepticon leader wasn’t in sight. Well, he would know how it had gone soon enough. Hook should be finished with Shockwave by now, and the Prime was expected to join him in his questioning.
He was clean, at least. And fueled, which helped so much... The medics had been too busy to see to his injuries, which Optimus had expected. He had only asked because Ratchet would have his skidplate if he didn't. Ratchet always had been scary, and now he was even worse... the injuries had helped his case when he was explaining what the slag was going on, though. One last thing... and who knew how long it would take, or what he would think of it. "Hello, Megatron."
He nodded in greeting, letting his optics wander over the now clean frame for a moment… but they had business to attend to. “Get him online, Hook.”
“Yes, Lord Megatron.” Every Cybertronian in their universe knew not to expect gentleness from the Decepticon medic in the med bay, so it was no surprise that the chassis strapped to the repair berth jumped with the pulse it got for a wake-up call. Ignoring the prisoner, the Constructicon went on, optics darting to Optimus. “What about that upgrade of yours, kid? Right now I’m stuck to the elbow in smelter-rejects but as soon as I’m free-” Megatron silenced him with a look. “Or not. Have fun.”
Optimus just kind of looked at Hook until he left, and then looked at Megatron. "That was singularly odd. He sounded almost exactly like Swindle there." He didn't ask what Hook had been talking about. If Megatron would answer, he wouldn't have stopped Hook... Optimus took a moment to marvel over how much he had gotten from so little. He had changed...
Shockwave managed to stay silent when he was brought online. Reality still did not make much sense, but it was now the type of senselessness associated with being captured, and so that was okay. Now if he could forget what he had seen, and how hot it had been...
Alright, so this was, most likely, Shockwave. But not his Shockwave. Megatron was trying to keep that in mind. “I know you’re awake. Stalling won’t get you anywhere. Now drop that Autobot disguise, so I can look into your optic when I’m talking to you!” Maybe that was going a little far with the assuming, but everyone else had been similar to their counterparts and it was worth a shot.
He... should not be surprised that this Megatron knew he was in disguise. And there was no need to wonder how his true appearance was known, not with what he had seen. Nor was there a reason to put up a fight about something so very trivial. However... "I cannot access my transformation sequence to resume my native form." And it was hard not to append 'Lord Megatron' on the end of that.
The Decepticon leader almost sighed. He should have thought of that. A medic who was used to mechs transforming into tanks, fighter jets and even guns… At least he was old enough to know a trick or two, no need to get Hook again for this. Closing one hand around the spy’s throat, he held him still as he pressed a finger into his neck cabling. A shudder ran through the mech on the berth, plating attempting to rearrange jerkily. “There you go. Now talk.”
That looked far from comfortable on Shockwave's part. Optimus didn't say anything though, because, really. When was an interrogation supposed to be comfortable? He didn't fully want to be here, but that... wasn't the point. It was needed.
Shockwave held back a cry in large part because of the hand around his throat. He had endured worse, but he would just as well not go through that again. It was a relief to assume his form again. After a click, the spy returned to his colors as well. "I could talk all cycle, but you might get better results if you ask specifics."
Alright, this was new. Maybe setting him apart from the Shockwave he knew wouldn’t be so hard after all. “Cheeky, aren’t you? ” His hold loosened, until it was just a weight to remind his prisoner of who was in charge. “How about you start with your methods of communication, your access codes and any recent information you obtained from your leader? Oh, and you can continue with his fleets location.” Megatron’s optics darkened, belying his friendly tone. “I don’t need to ask. I don’t even need to torture you, unless you’re hard enough to break to give my third a headache screening your processor. Believe me, your master isn’t worth it.”
Shockwave was put in an odd place. He had information that they wanted. And they had no clue. He could win points with them...and betray his leader. He had seen what his leader did to his doppelganger...
Methods of communication he could give. They were outdated now. ...as were his access codes... and his knowledge of the team locations. Shockwave began to tremble, very fine shivers. "The majority of my information is obsolete."
“Now that just beats the purpose of questioning, doesn’t it?” Megatron knew Shockwave, in whatever form or personality set he may appear, well enough to know this one wasn’t lying. That, however, didn’t mean he was spilling his secrets. “The majority?”
Megatron was so... assured. He had the resources, he had the knowledge... Optimus made a note to stay familiar with things. He needed to have a good idea of what was going on around him... that was only sense.
He refused to cringe back. That didn't mean he didn't want to. Shockwave's memory played out the last snippets of the fight, how skilled Megatron had been... It was not surprising that the memory aroused him, not after what he had woken up to see- Optimus. Who was right there. Still on this Megatron's side... That decided Shockwave. Those two mechs together might be strong enough... "The Decepticons- those native to this dimension, attempted to reach me once you retreated. They failed... to reach me. I received an ordinary call later."
Megatron nodded slowly. Something about the wording… about Shockwave’s tone made his plating itch. “And I assume what they told you is of value?”
"What I was shown is of value..." Shockwave was silent for a moment, studying Megatron for a long moment. Finally, he nodded. "Did you ever endeavor to engage Shockwave in the uplink interfacing favored in this dimension?"
Megatron was too blindsided by the question to keep the automatic answer in check. “No. He can’t-” And dread washed over his spark, leaving it cold, his optics paling. The fingers still lying on this dimension’s Shockwave were twitching as a memory file, so old and private he doubted even Soundwave knew it, replayed. The first time he had invited his version of the one opticked mech to his berth. How his partner that night had dreaded an uplink, though he had never intended to go there, not feeling anything like that kinky… “No.”
The antlered mech did move then, trying to draw back. He did not want the anger directed at him! "The mech I know as Megatron has long been interested in me... But I was valuable, and he would not demean himself to what I witnessed after you defeated me. You might want to reach him." Co-ordinates, at least, were something he knew, useful ones. He gave them willingly.
It could be a ruse. It could be a trap. It could be useless, because they were already gone… The whine of his own canon charging painfully high filled his audios, optics turning into twin fires of rage. “I. Will.” Again his hand curled a little, but the mech at his mercy wasn’t the one he wanted to bury his hands in, “Find. Him. Even if I have to turn every planet in this Primus-forsaken galaxy upside down, and he will beg for his deactivation to every god ever created before I’ll let a fragment of his worthless spark cross over!” Warning messages crossed his HUD and with a snarl that would have sent dinobots running he engaged his weapon upon the closest wall before it could short circuit into a meltdown. Megatron’s servos were so tense he was shaking. He fought for control. Anger was good, anger was useful. But only with control. Turning so briskly his spinal strut protested, he headed towards the door, comm. already activated. No Decepticon of his would endure something like that if he could prevent it.
Optimus could only gape at Megatron. He knew he was missing some of the subtext... too much of it was based on something he simple did not know. He got the primary gist, though. The Megatron of his dimension was... raping the other Shockwave. The idea made him angry, and seeing Megatron's reaction, he could only imagine how much worse it was for him. Realizing he had been left behind, Optimus had to run to catch up, still not having quite got the trick of moving fast without running. He was probably too small for it...
Shockwave was pleased to be left alone. It meant he could indulge in the shivers that he needed... The Megatron he knew had never seemed quite so scary... or so untouchable. And never so... righteous. He had seen the glint in his 'lord's' optics. What value was a spy when the enemies were dead...?