16th june challenge response - "But you'll always be my hero, even though you've lost your mind."
Title: Life debt
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Series: Bayverse
Pairings: Megatron/Mirage
Words: 201
Warnings: gore, disturbing imagery, possible non-con or dubcon, mention of character death.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: Life debt is the one hardest to pay.
Authors Notes: Ummm I can't explain why this one happened, unbetaed.
Mirage looked at Megatron from afar; he couldn’t help the cold dread washing all over his plating as the Decepticon leader tore to shreds what was still left of Jazz.
Energon-stained hands ripped through the plating, Decepticons around quiet in terror as they watched their leader loose their mind.
Mirage fought the urge to run and kept watching, least of things he could do for Jazz, for himself, for Megatron.
Then the red crazy optics met his and Mirage fought the urge to flee once again. He was here only to watch the spectacle of gore and be reminded just why he was still alive.
Megatron had saved him once - life debt heavy on his processor and his circuits, binding him better than any shackles would.
Mirage gulped as the Leader approached. The gray mech had once been his hero, his savior, someone Mirage had trusted. Now in the red optics nothing was left of the wild fire and instead a pure madness was shining through.
Still Mirage closed his optics and imagined the Mech he used to fall for. He imagined clean and well kept hands, instead of those energon stained ones touching him, claiming, hurting, completely helpless
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Series: Bayverse
Pairings: Megatron/Mirage
Words: 201
Warnings: gore, disturbing imagery, possible non-con or dubcon, mention of character death.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.
Summary: Life debt is the one hardest to pay.
Authors Notes: Ummm I can't explain why this one happened, unbetaed.
Mirage looked at Megatron from afar; he couldn’t help the cold dread washing all over his plating as the Decepticon leader tore to shreds what was still left of Jazz.
Energon-stained hands ripped through the plating, Decepticons around quiet in terror as they watched their leader loose their mind.
Mirage fought the urge to run and kept watching, least of things he could do for Jazz, for himself, for Megatron.
Then the red crazy optics met his and Mirage fought the urge to flee once again. He was here only to watch the spectacle of gore and be reminded just why he was still alive.
Megatron had saved him once - life debt heavy on his processor and his circuits, binding him better than any shackles would.
Mirage gulped as the Leader approached. The gray mech had once been his hero, his savior, someone Mirage had trusted. Now in the red optics nothing was left of the wild fire and instead a pure madness was shining through.
Still Mirage closed his optics and imagined the Mech he used to fall for. He imagined clean and well kept hands, instead of those energon stained ones touching him, claiming, hurting, completely helpless