TF: Against His Better Wishes
Series: G1
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Megatron/Ratchet
Summary: Ratchet struggles to deal with the after-effects of the strange bond he and Megatron now share.
Warnings: None really. Potential darkness if you interpret it that way, but there is no non-con here!
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Author's Notes: Written for amidoh by request over here.
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“You disgust me.” Ratchet spat, even as he edged away from Megatron.
“I sincerely doubt that my dear Ratchet.” The warlord purred as he stepped forward, countering Ratchet’s every movement.
“Go frag yourself.”
“I’d rather frag you.” That much Ratchet could feel clearly through the strange bond they now shared. And he wished he couldn’t feel it. Megatron’s smile told him just how much of that disgust was visible on his faceplates.
“You’d think after all this time, you’d be used to it Ratchet.” Megatron stepped ever closer. Ratchet backed himself up against the wall, not caring that he’d trapped himself, just wanting to be away from Megatron.
“I’ll never get used to it. I’m surprised you can stand it, being bonded to an Autobot.” Fear made Ratchet snap at Megatron.
“Ah but my dear Ratchet, you are more than just an Autobot. Few Autobots stand up to me the way you do.” As he spoke, Megatron caressed Ratchet’s cheek, loving the flash of contentment that appeared on Ratchet’s face before he snarled and pushed Megatron’s hand away.
“Frag you!”
“Ah Ratchet, you misunderstand me completely, I mean to frag you.” Megatron growled, pushing Ratchet up against the wall. Ratchet struggled, but they both know that the pain they felt lessened when they connected sparks. It was a mockery of love, but something Ratchet had to accept. Even if he didn’t want to.