Chapter Twelve

[girloz14]

Typewith: http://typewith.me/SomeoneLovesScalpel

Title: Decepticon Secrets

Rating: Adult themes, porn in this chapter.

Summary: Megatron lives a long life, but that means he leaves many behind him. Will he find another to keep?

Edited by meine Essande. She is wonderful for doing the italics and fixing the spelling :3

Warnings: Forced virginity, falling in love, death, dealing with the loss of loved ones, underage combat, blasphemy, threesomes, moresomes, love. Also Shockwave being a creeper.



When he onlines, he's being hit on the shoulder, and he's not really sure what's going on. Sitting up, he spots Sari, who looks absolutely furious at him. He's still slightly jumbled from the offlining, so he isn't exactly sure what to say. She takes care of that by pointing at him and saying in a low dangerous tone, "You dropped me, then landed on me. You're lucky I'm strong, or you could have killed me."

His optics widen in shock, "Priestess! I never mea-"

She waves a servo, quieting him, "No. I know you didn't mean to, but you can not do that again."

"I will not, Priestess, I swear it." He will not overload above her again. Not until he can handle unexpected surges of charge better than an untested sparkling. "Forgive me," he picks her up, and carefully inspects her frame for any damage.

Scratches on her chest and hips, and a few dents in the shape of his fingers make him wince. He wishes the cursed sparkbox had never been on him, so he could have more experience for his Priestess. He wants to be safe for her to interface with.

He'll just have to lay down from now on while she rides his spark, the way a Priestess is meant to.

She curls up in his servo, touching his fingertips, "There's nothing to forgive. I know you didn't mean it, and it isn't your fault. We'll just get used to this as we go." Her tiny glossa flicks at the almost invisible seams of his where his hacking cables are, "Show me these again."

He obliges her easily, letting her take hold of a few to touch, "I have them in both servos."

She takes the end of one and licks it, "I want to see you use them on a bot before you use them on me. Allspark says that I shouldn't allow them near me at all and I should yank them out of you even suggesting them in 'facing. I just take that as a reason to check it out."

He laughs a bit, because it had been Shimmerfire who had installed them, and even then, they had been a point of contention between the femme and the Allspark. It did not approve of having mechs capable of hacking the Priestess because they were bonded to her.

They had proved invaluable to him later in life, and never regretted the choice to have them installed. "Perhaps, to get you used to Shockwave, you could watch me interface him while I hack his systems. I could keep the bond wide open so you could feel what I feel. I think you might enjoy that."

She shakes her head, "Allspark says it is too early in the bond. I should have listened when it said that earlier. I need to bond with Shockwave before you can 'face him." She wraps her arms around herself, "He's creepy, though."

He kisses her softly, "He can tone it down for you, my priestess."

She pushes his head away, disconnecting their cables, "No he can't. It is more that a little hard to tone down only having one eye and moving like he's up to something."

Shockwave does have an alarming tendency to . . . skulk. "I could have him take on his Longarm persona for you. He enjoys being in that form when I hack him. Longarm is a rather cheerful bot. Very Autobot in personality and appearance."

Sari shudders a bit, "Ugh, no. He'll still be creepy, and those optics aren't even real optics. He's still gonna see out that stupid red optic on his forehead." She narrows her own optics, "Just how often did you end up playing 'helpless Autobot' and 'wicked Decepticon' with him?"

He shrugs, "It really depends on our moods. I'm willing if he wants it. He really likes it far more than I do, but it is fun for the both of us."

She taps her fingers on her upper arm, thinking quietly, "I will want to watch it before I say anything about it. I'm not sure if I like it or not, but I'm willing to accept it if it is fairly harmless."

He chuckles, a small smirk on his face, "I have no intention of seducing an actual Autobot into my berth. Not like how Shockwave loves to play it. If I was to lure an Autobot over, it would be much more..." he rubs a finger along her frame, "loving."

Shockwave enjoyed it rough. He enjoyed being pushed around a bit, and Megatron was willing to indulge him most of the time. Seduction went better when the bot thought they were the ones to initiate it, and when it was slow and careful. He would have preferred a vorn or so to get used to Sari. To learn her, and discover what she enjoyed, and how to please her.

Instead, he had this. A rushed bond to save him from offlining from rejection. A bond she did not truly desire.

It made him feel rather ill inside, though he was hiding it well.

She nods slowly, "I..." She looks away, tugging his servo a little closer, "I can bond with Shockwave now, if you want me to."

As much as he wants to rush her to his infiltration general's side, he isn't going to. "No. Do it when you want to, Sari. We have time. There is no rush." He retracts his hacking cables, and starts to spool the one in his chamber back in, "Would you like to return to Earth to pack your things now that you know I'm not going to just drag you to New Kaon and leave you to rust?"

"Yeah. I wanna say goodbye to dad too." She pokes at him. "I want a spacebridge here so I can come visit more often. I don't know how much time my dad has left, but I know it's not a lot."

Unless the Allspark intervened. Considering the way it was apparently panting after the organic, it might tamper with his makeup to get the organic to live longer. It seemed like the type of selfish thing the rock would do if it could. Bond with the organic and then alter him so he would last long enough to satisfy the fragging rock.

He stands up, closing his plates and using a single finger to close hers, "I am unsure if I will be able to build a bridge. None of my technicians have Autobot training for it, even if we do have the plans. There isn't even a bridge here to link to."

She looks sparkbroken and nods, "I guess. I would still like to visit him with more than just through a comscreen."

He rubs her tiny little headfins, walking out of his room, "It would be better to ask the Autobots to do that, but I am still unwilling to forgive the Autobot council for banning fliers, and Ultra is just too much fun to rile up for me to stop harassing him."

"I'm an important bot, right? I'll just tell them to let fliers back in, and then make me a spacebridge." She looks like she's not sure they'll listen to her, but as soon as they recognize her as the High Priestess, they'll bend over backwards to do whatever she wants.

Priestesses have cursed entire planets before for slights as simple as insulting the priestess's paint. The Autobots will not risk upsetting her yet, not until they know what she will tolerate and what will set off the madness that all Priestesses have shared to some extent.

He presses a kiss to her back, adoring the faux wings, "It is very likely they will."

She cuddles against him, "That's good." She looks around, "I wonder if Bulkhead and Optimus are back from what they were doing."

He shrugs, "It is very likely, my priestess. They may have stopped part-way through what they were doing just to get to your side."

"Cool." She wiggles her little wings against him, and he licks one, testing the feel of it against his glossa. "Stop that," she whines, and he can feel her pleasure through the bond. "You're distracting me." He takes the tip of a wing between his denta, nipping gently, and she shudders, her spark pulsing hot in her frame. "Fragger."

Megatron smiles, giving the faux-wing an apologetic kiss. "Forgive me for finding your frame so delicious and tempting, my Priestess."

She pulls away a bit, kissing him on the mouth, "I suppose I have to." She cuddles into his fingers, "I just feel so tiny when you hold me. I feel small when Optimus and them hold me, but you just..."

He rubs her side, "Scalpel is smaller than you are, and I'm sure you'll love meeting him." She nods slowly, "I guess. I'm used to being the smallest bot, though. I just don't expect to feel as tiny as you make me feel." She smiles, "It isn't a bad thing, but I just thought I'd share."

"I appreciate that." He strokes her gently, enjoying how light she is. Her armor feels so very soft, but it takes quite a lot of pressure to give her any dents at all. She's completely unlike Scalpel, who is a very fragile little bot. Deliciously fragile, really. It is part of Scalpel's appeal, that he is so small and delicate.

Of course, it's up in the air as to how the little bot will react to her presence.

She cuddles against his fingers, "Are we bringing anyone with us as we go back to Earth?"

He pauses in the middle of the hallway, "Would you like to bring someone from the ship with us? I can have anyone you want to join us."

She tilts her head, and asks, "Should Sedan come with to get an Earth alt? Allspark is bugging me about that, since it doesn't want me traveling around in Bumblebee, something about it always being better to be with your consorts like that. It may be a good idea for Shockwave, too?"

"I am unsure if Shockwave would be capable of acquiring an earth alt, Sari. He is dependent on having the ability to have two very Cybertronian forms to move between, and I doubt he can find two earth alts that will function similarly." He smiles, "Sedan can easily obtain an earth alt if you wish it, though. He will not protest it."

A graceful shrug of shoulders, "I'll give them the option of it. I'm not gonna force them to if they don't want to. Especially Mr. Creeper."

He assumes she is referring to Shockwave there, but does not want to ask.

She reaches over to him, "Put me on your shoulder."

Doing as he's bid, he kisses her gently with just a turn of his head, "Is that better?" She nods, and he starts walking again, "Do you want me to call Sedan or Shockwave to join us? Or will it be only us going?"

She cuddles against his neck, "Go ahead and bring them, I wouldn't mind bringing Sedan with me as I go shopping. I'd like to take you with, but you're really too big to even leave sitting in the parking lot. I don't want to do that to you, anyway."

He coms them, and waits for their affirmative replies before giving Sari's tiny aft a scandalous squeeze. She jerks against him, and kicks him with her ped.

"Pervbot," she mutters, and Megatron smiles, feeling her snuggle even closer to him. He is First; he is allowed to take such liberties with her frame. Her sweet little frame.

A part of him wishes she was larger, so she could throw him down and use him on occasion, but he also knows that size has little to do with control. She has great powers. If she wants him flat on his back and helpless, he will be flat on his back and helpless for her.

Shockwave shows up a little bit later, Sedan in his arms and the both of them streaked with the other's paint. "Priestess, Megatron," his purple mech murmurs softly, sidling next to them, and nuzzling his neck before moving a tiny bit to press a faux kiss to Sari. "We missed you."

Sari scoffs, "We were barely out of your sight, and you don't really even know me."

Shockwave's optic dims, "But we still missed you. Isn't that right, Sedan?"

The minibot is brought up, and kisses him and Sari softly, "We missed you both a very great deal."

Skipping straight to the point, his bondmate prods Sedan in the chest. "If you want to get an earth alt, you should do it while we're here. Then you can drive around with me if you want. I'm not saying you have to, so don't even interpret it that way, okay?"

Sedan blinks, and then kisses her again, glossa flashing lewdly, and Megatron feels something like jealousy in his spark. Oh. He does not like seeing his Priestess with an unclaimed bot. Not even a little bit. He's surprised by how much it bothers him, and wonders if it felt something like this for her when he was with Shockwave.

The minibot is pushed away, and Sari makes a face. "Next time warn me."

The grey bot's optics are dim, "Yes, Priestess. I would love to get an earth alt so you can ride me." The mech smirks, "Ride me for as long as you could ever want."

She rolls her optics, "Yes, yes, you want me to frag you. Later. I want to get this done, and if I spend all day banging bots, I'll get nothing done."

Shockwave brings a claw up, and rubs Sari's side, "If I could, I would get an altmode as well. I know that a great deal of humans would love to ride around in a tank, and I would love to indulge you in that if it had been possible."

Staring at him, his Priestess shows her compassion by actually patting the claw, despite her stated belief that Shockwave was 'a creeper.' "If you can do it without compromising your ability to take multiple forms, you can do it. If it will mess with your abilities, then I don't want you doing it."

Shockwave makes a sad sound. "Then I will not be able to take one for you. I am sorry, Priestess."

The poor bot looks sparkbroken that he cannot do what the Priestess wants him to do, and a bit worried that if he can't, she might not take him as a consort. Or a guard. Megatron wants to reach over to comfort him, but knows he cannot risk it.

She pats the claw again, "You'll be getting a gold spark and a mouth when I make you a consort, so you don't have to worry about that." It seems that Sari realized Shockwave's worry, as well.

The purple mech relaxes a tiny bit, kissing her on the side of the head, "Yes, Priestess." The bot's tone turns sultry, and Megatron can feel Sari's spark flutter with want, "I'm sure you want to use my spark like a toy, and I will happily do anything you want to make it easier for you.

She bites her lower lip, making a tiny little moan, and he can see her picturing Shockwave in all sorts of filthy positions with a gold spark and a mouth. He chuckles softly, kissing her head, "It is almost impossible to lick your own spark, even if Shockwave is flexible enough to do it. You may want to give him a longer glossa than a normal bot."

The mental images change to reflect this, and Megatron's optics dim at the image of Shockwave with a long, thin glossa, wrapping it around his own stunning golden spark. He would very much like to see that, and he feels both desire and irritation from Sari's side of the bond.

"I'll keep that in mind," she says, and then projects an image of Megatron with a longer glossa. He shudders, and sends her as firm a rejection as possible. He does not want a modification that means he has more glossa than he has room for. He likes his glossa the way it is.

Shockwave is pressing a claw to the blank area where his mouth would go, a questioning touch, "You want me to have a glossa like Blitzwing? Are you sure?"

This is the first time Megatron has seen such hesitance in something that will mainly be about 'facing than he's ever seen Shockwave do before. He glances at Sari, then back to Shockwave, "Do you not want it?"

The bot tilts his head, flickering his optic prettily, "I will happily allow myself to be modified in any way that you choose. I am just... surprised." The mech rubs up against him, sparkplates to sparkplates with Sedan just to the side of them, "You didn't appreciate it when Random shoved his glossa into your mouth that one time."

He feels something angry flicker through the bond, and Megatron immediately takes a step away from Shockwave, giving him a warning look, and a sharp glance in Sari's direction.

Shockwave looks mostly unapologetic, dimming his optic further.

"I did not appreciate being kissed by Random because Random kisses with far too much enthusiasm. It was like having a live turbo-eel in my mouth, and it was extremely unpleasant. I do not wish to repeat that experience. Ever."

Shockwave steps closer again, dragging long claws down Megatron's chest, and Megatron knows this game all too well. The bot wants to be punished. He wants to be thrown down and used while he squirms and 'struggles.' Sometimes Megatron thinks Shockwave has been a double-agent for too long.

He pushes the bot away with a single servo, shaking his head, "Not now, Shockwave. Unless Sari is willing to mark you, I will not play along. It hurts her too badly for me to play this game."

Sari curls against his neck, looking at Shockwave for a little bit, "I... I could." She must have gotten his flash of an idea to paddle Shockwave's aft until the bot is squirming with want, because her tiny engine revs. "Yeah. Let's... Let's go to a berth and I can claim him so we can punish him." She looks down at the grey minibot still in one of Shockwave's arms, "Sedan, too. I want Sedan to get marked with Shockwave."

"Are you certain?" he asks, even as his spark pulses with want, because the Priestess always has her First use new consorts immediately after her, when their sparks are still hot with her charge. If she turns Shockwave's spark gold, Megatron is going to deeply enjoy riding it, watching the colors of their sparks merge together into a brilliant red-gold that he hopes to record to enjoy later.

Nodding, Sari turns her face against his chest. "Yeah. Let's do it before I can change my mind."

He grabs hold of Shockwave by the hip, tugging the bot against his side, and returns to his rooms as quickly as he can, "He will look wonderful under you, Sari. He can be the most obedient bot you could get." His fingers squeeze Shockwave's aft possessively, "Except when he wants you to use him hard, and then he acts up like he just did."

She reaches over cautiously, putting a tiny servo to Shockwave's head, "I guess? You'd be the one that knows." She rubs Shockwave's helmet, "Unlock your plates, I want them open the instant we get in the room."

Shockwave gives her an absolutely filthy look with his dimmed optic. "They have been unlocked since Megatron requested that we come. You need only apply a little pressure to-"

"Fine. If you're gonna be a filthy bot, you're gonna open them now," Sari commands, and Shockwave opens his plates without complaint, revealing his pulsating spark to their optics. "Frag. Look at how hot he is already," Sari murmurs, and Megatron reaches over and gives Shockwave's spark a good, firm squeeze, making it pulse even harder and the bot to moan whorishly, arching into the touch.

He dims his optics even more, "Do you want Sedan to use his spark until he's just about to overload so he's even hotter for you to enjoy?"

She squirms on his shoulder, rubbing her plates with her tiny fingers, "No. I want to use him how he is." She reaches up, touching one of the antlers, "Play with your wires as we walk, and have Sedan lick your antlers."

Shockwave's engine revs loudly, and the minibot is moved up to better access the antlers, while the bot's long claws play with the wires. "Like this, Priestess?" his voice is dripping with promise to be eager as he's used.

The spybot is so shameless, and also quite skilled at walking while his spark is bare and he is being deliberately aroused. Shockwave's spark pulses and throbs visibly, and Sari seems far more interested in him now, optics darting between that tempting spark and the antlers that Sedan is sucking on. Shockwave's claws tug on his own wires, and Sari nods slowly. "Yeah. You're doing a good job of that. You're also a huge slutbot, but from Megatron's reaction, that's normal for you."

It really is, and he sends reassurances through the bond to her.

The sound seems to have attracted attention, because Starscream's door opens. The seeker starts to step out, only to take one look at what is happening, and turn right around. The bot is about to close the door when Sari commands, "Don't. Come over here."

His second in command does a full body shudder, and walks over. Megatron is worried that she's going to demand Starscream be marked as well as the seeker reluctantly asks, "Yes, Priestess?"

She leans forward, not touching the bot, "You want to give Megatron a kiss, don't you?"

The seeker gives her a very blank look, and says flatly, "What."

She taps Megatron's mouth, "You have been wanting to kiss him since you heard he can, and you found out he wasn't able to before. You can kiss him." She holds up a servo, "Once. Maybe more later."

His optics drift down to look at the blue circle behind Megatron's Decepticon symbol. "You want me to kiss your consort?"

"Yes. Kiss him for me. Once." She gives him just as flat a look.

Starscream's optics dim, moving a little bit closer, "Do you want me do it the proper way, or just the way that won't get me cursed for touching him?"

She pauses, thinking about it, "Properly. I told you to kiss him, so you're going to." She turns to Shockwave, "And I didn't say you could stop, keep going. Sedan hasn't stopped licking you, so you will keep playing with your wires."

The purple mech's optic dims, teasing at his wires in a much more seductive way. The bot purrs, "Yes, Priestess, anything for you."

She returns her attention to Starscream, "You can grind your plates against him, but if he clicks unlocked, the Allspark shard in your head is going to make life rather difficult for you."

"I will keep that in mind," the seeker hums, moving in close to study Megatron. "It explains so much, that you were unable to interface. I had wondered if I was losing my attractiveness." He pouts, fluttering his wings, and Megatron's spark throbs with want.

Seekers are still every bit as fragging delicious as always, and he looks forward to having the bond settle enough that Sari encourages him to frag the guardbots while she watches. Having so many seekers is going to be fantastic, and he will be envied by every bot alive, save those poor fools who have no attraction for the lithe, curvy frames of a seeker model.

Starscream puts a servo on the shoulder Sari isn't on, pretty red optics dim, "It is good to know that I'll be allowed to kiss him." The seeker slips the other servo around his waist, looking over at Sari, "Will I be allowed to 'face him eventually?"

She hisses, wordless and possessive, and Starscream just nods. His second in command isn't stupid, and realizes that now is the worst time to ask. The bond is too new, too fragile; Sari is being generous with allowing a kiss. She was being incredibly lenient with allowing him to 'face his beloved Shockwave without her there. Megatron just thinks the seeker is hot, and that is barely anything in comparison.

When the seeker kisses him, it is rather nice. Not the best kiss he's had so far, but the bond has altered his perceptions quite a bit. Sari will always register to him as best, regardless of a more objective standard. He opens his mouth, allowing the seeker's glossa in, and Starscream teases him with little flicks of it, and clawed servos drift to his aft, squeezing possessively.

Sari's voice is sharp when she interrupts them. "That's enough. You've kissed him. Get your servos off before I turn them into worms or something."

Starscream disengages faster than a seeker normally would, but slower than Sari would like. She's starting to charge up her servos to shoot when Megatron turns his head to kiss her, "Shall we go mark Shockwave?"

She calms down immediately, optics dimming at the suggestion, and she kisses him lovingly, "Yes. That seems to be the best idea." She points at Starscream, "Your clones are still down on earth, and most likely fragging Bee out of his processor. Keep that in mind if you're looking for them."

The seeker frowns, "A minibot? Really?"

"Apparently they think he's cute." She shrugs, and then nuzzles Megatron, leaning in to whisper, "I wanna frag you after, and make him lick your spark with his new glossa." She dims her optics. "Make him squeeze our sparks with it."

Shuddering with want, Megatron bids Starscream farewell and rushes to the berthroom, wanting to watch her claim his beloved. And the minibot as well. It is good for a Priestess to have a wide variety of model types in her harem.

When they get in, she rubs against him, "Push him flat on his back after handing me to Sedan."

He reaches over to Shockwave, who gives him Sedan, and he sets the minibot on the floor before gently handing her to the minibot. He presses a kiss to the both of them before grabbing Shockwave's shoulders. He slams his lover on the berth at just the force his purple mech loves. Shockwave's venting hitches, a leg dragging up the berth so that he's posed in just the right way to show off how he looks to Sari. The bot even has his plates set in the configuration made to let smaller bots hold them and ride his spark more effectively.

Megatron's plates are better, of course. The purple, ridged plates sit naturally at an angle that is perfect for Sari, and the ridges allow her to grip them more easily. He plans in the future to test their other erotic uses, and see if he trap her against his spark with them, folding them carefully in while she's laying on his spark.

She would squirm so nicely against him if he could manage it.

Of course, she may not want to do it at all.

He turns back to her, and she's playing with Sedan's audio nubbins, murmuring something too soft to hear, but from how the grey bot's optics are flickering, it is likely something incredibly filthy. He sends a small tap through their connection, just to get her attention. When she looks over, he gestures to Shockwave, "He's heated up just for you, Sari. Would you like to use him?"

She licks the audio nub again, and stands up on Sedan's shoulder, "I do. Put me on him, and we can do this."

Warm metal greets his servos when he picks her up, and he's pleased that her engine is revving with want, even if it is not as hot as she had gotten when she'd taken him. It means she at least enjoys Sedan, even if she is lukewarm on Shockwave.

She gets placed right below Shockwave's sparkchamber, and she stares into it at his spark. "Yeah. Ordinary blue. Gonna make this a nice, shiny gold spark. And maybe tweak your frame, just a little bit."

Megatron freezes, "You... you aren't going to take away his purple are you?" He loves Shockwave's deep and delicious purple. He spent forever just petting and kissing it when his lover had finally returned to him. The lifeless grey made him sad to see, and he was even planning on changing Sedan's when they had been together long enough.

She looks at him, faintly amused, "I was thinking more just his optic in addition to the glossa. Is there anything you'd like me to tweak?"

The bot wiggles his antlers hopefully, and Megatron sighs. "Shockwave would like his antlers a bit stronger." He'd snapped them off a single time, and Shockwave was never going to let him live it down. "Don't forget to give him clear sparkplates." Though it would ruin their 'innocent Autobot' games. "If it's possible, let his Longarm mode have normal plates." Then the bot could still pretend to be sweetly innocent and pretend to not want Megatron to frag him through the berth.

She frowns, thinking about it. "That's going to be a little tricky, but I think I can do it. Allspark says it should be clear no matter what, so I may need to give him a second set and..." she trails off, mumbling softly. After a bit, she focuses back on Shockwave, "You're going to look pretty. Allspark wants me to make you look like a femme with boobs, but I don't wanna. Fuck the Allspark. I do what I like."

He shifts his chest, offering his spark up to her rather submissively. "I will accept whatever you do to me, Priestess. I trust your judgment."

Sari pets him, and then slowly lowers herself onto his spark, groaning as the charge crackles against her. Megatron keeps his end of the bond wide open, and she does the same, and he has to sit down, pulling Sedan onto his lap, to give himself something distracting to do, to keep from overloading immediately.

Sedan moves so that he's rubbing and caressing the lovely little audios and helmet crest as they watch Sari moan softly and work on the bond. She starts to glow blue, seeping the color into Shockwave. It wraps mainly around his spark, but spreads along the purple mech's head and along his frame, settling on Shockwave's waist. She's venting heavily, rubbing their sparks slowly to keep focusing on what she wants done, and Shockwave is shuddering with charge, his pretty clawed peds curling with pleasure.

He slowly starts to lick Sedan's helmet crests, optics focused on his two lovers. He can feel her pleasure coursing through his connection, and how much she's focusing on making Shockwave perfect. His servo drifts to Sedan's plates, and he slowly starts to stroke and rub them, making the minibot mewl in happiness before unlocking and cracking open.

He has to close the bot up, not wanting to risk offending Sari by claiming Sedan before she has the chance to. He will ride Shockwave when she is done with him, and she will claim the minibot then, taking his delicious little spark as her own.

Sedan whines, and tries to open again, and Megatron has to lean down and purr at him, "Do you want me to put clamps on to keep your plates closed, little bot? You know I will. I have before." When he couldn't interface the minibot, and Sedan was too fragging hot to behave in the berth.

Sedan arches up into the touch, opening even more. "Use my spark. I've wanted you to since I first sat in your lap."

He reaches into his subspace, pulling out the clamps - they're brightly colored and flash with little lights, having been made for sparklings that didn't know that it is impolite to run around with your spark out for all to see. "Do you want me to make you close, little bot?"

The minibot's spark pulses, bright and hot, "Use me hard."

He has yet to confirm it - it being too short of a time for their relationship to really know - but he is fairly sure that Sedan loves to be pushed around like this. He knows the bot doesn't mind it, but he isn't sure if Sedan just does it because the minibot thinks that Megatron and Shockwave want it.

Judging from the way the bot provokes them even when there is no need, he's nearly positive that Sedan wants it. Sedan is so pretty when he's begging for his spark to be fragged, and he's always so very eager, egging them on into rougher interfacing. He takes orders nicely, when it suits him.

Sari moans beside him, and Megatron has to offline his optics as pleasure surges through him, nearly giving him an overload without a single touch to his spark.

Sedan is rubbing his plates, working him through it, and when he's over the aftershocks, he looks over at Shockwave. His lover is laying flat on the berth, claws twitching with pleasure, and looking at him with a single, dim, yellow optic. Shockwave's engine is purring happily, antlers with a thin lace detailing of purple running along them, and a much thinner waist. The purple mech's voice is a soft seductive purr, "Would you like me to use my glossa on you, Sari, or should Megatron use my spark?"

Sari looks at him, sated with pleasure. "Lick his spark, and then let him overload against yours. I want to watch it." She gestures at Sedan, "Give him to me, Megatron. I want to claim him properly while we watch the pair of you for inspiration."

Megatron doesn't even dream of denying her that, and hands Sedan over immediately, pulling Shockwave into his arms for a deep kiss, with a glossa that does not seem obscenely long at all.

Perhaps that is because unlike Random, Shockwave is not trying to stuff all of it in Megatron's mouth.

His beloved works kisses down his frame, licking and nibbling. After a moment he blinks, and pulls the purple bot back up, "Open your mouth."

Shockwave obliges him, unfurling his glossa a bit as well, "Do you like it?"

He rubs his fingers along the surface of the glossa for a little bit, "It is a bit odd to hear you talk without using your mouth, but it is just like when you used the Longarm disguise, I suppose." He touches the inside of the mouth, "And do you have gears for dente?"

"It appears that I do," Shockwave says with some measure of amusement, watching Sari fiddle with the clamps holding Sedan shut. "I will be able to enjoy crystals more easily now."

It won't be as interesting to watch him eat them, though. Shockwave would bring his antlers down, catch the crystal between them, and proceed to drain it of its nutrients, until the crystal crumbled into a fine powder. It had been best watching him do it to red cora.

That was one thing Megatron would miss; the ability to work with red cora without ending up a squirming wreck of a bot.

He rubs his plates against Shockwave, "You need to test out your new glossa, sweetspark. Going to open me up with it? I want to see just how flexible it is."

The purple mech revs, sliding down his front to nibble and suck on his armor. "I can do that." The long glossa snakes out, questing for the seams, "Are you unlocked? I can't o-" His locks click open audibly, and Shockwave makes a soft pleased sound. "Very good." His lover starts to rock his exposed spark against his armor as the glossa slowly works on opening him up. Shockwave is already very skilled with it, and Megatron hums with satisfaction as his plates are slowly pushed apart. Wanting to provide a little more challenge for his lover, he puts a bit of pressure on the plates, trying to close them once more. Shockwave grumbles, and wraps his claws around Megatron's waist, "You are being contrary, my liege." The glossa extends a bit further so it can press on both sides of the plates at once. "Do not make this more difficult than it needs to be."

He arches up, optics dim, "You still have the second set to open, Shockwave."

He gets a very dark look from his lover, and the claws tighter in the seams - they already know that just clawing up his armor won't work. "If you make this harder than it is, I will go to Sari and lick her spark."

She looks up at that, having finally gotten the clamps off with Sedan's help, "No you won't. You're licking his spark and interfacing." She touches the minibot's spark, optics dimming when the bot mewls with lust, "Open for him, my First, you will look so pretty as he wraps his glossa around your pretty red spark."

"Very well, my Priestess," he murmurs, folding open his purple plates to bare his spark to Shockwave. The spybot makes a triumphant noise and bends closer to kiss his spark, engine rumbling with his satisfaction.

"You have a beautiful spark, Megatron," Shockwave's long glossa slowly flicks against the surface of it. "So hot," another flick, and the glossa snakes around the circumference of it, "so sweet," the glossa squeezes possessively, "and ours."

He gasps, he hadn't even known how wonderful it is to be licked on the spark, much less having it go entirely around to have the back of it licked. He mewls, arching into the touch as Shockwave's wonderful new glossa works him hotter and hotter, pleasure and charge building. He tugs and plays with the bot's antlers, loving how they look just as thin and fragile as before, but he can now be rougher with them to make his mech keen happily and rock into his armor more desperately.

Yanking on them hard, he drags Shockwave up and away from his spark. "Grind sparks with me," he demands, knowing he is far too close to overload to risk the glossa squeezing any longer. Not if he wants to obey his priestess and overload with Shockwave's golden spark rubbing his own.

"Yes, my liege," Shockwave teases him, and Megatron yanks him closer, tugging on an antler with enough force to make the bot mewl with desire. He does not want to play loyalty games right now.

Shockwave drags his spark up his armor, optic dim as the bot lays over him, sparks barely touching. He takes the mech by the newly thin waist and tugs down so they're suddenly spark to spark. He gasps at the feel of it, not sure how he likes how cold his lover's spark has become. He knew it would be, but this is far more than he had thought was possible. Shifting under his bot, he squirms a bit to get used to it, "Do you think you'll always be this temperature? Even after getting you all worked up and hot?"

Sari speaks up at that, "You'll have an easier time of using Shockwave's spark than Sedan will. You can actually 'face him without me needing to heat him up first since you have a red spark. Sedan will need one of us to use Shocky a few times so it isn't unpleasant to grind sparks."

"And you cannot," he gasps as the bot grinds down, "cannot find a way to change that?"

She shrugs, and rubs her own spark against Sedan's slowly, matching Shockwave's rhythm. "Perhaps, over . . time, with plenty of Allspark energy getting poured in him." She bends down and bites Sedan's neck cabling, just rough enough to make the minibot arch up and cry out. A Priestess always knows what you enjoy in the berth.

He runs his servos along Shockwave's frame, venting heavily at the wonderful rhythm and pleasure. He squeezes possessively as the mech shoves a little harder into him, and yanks his mech down for a kiss. When he pulls away, Shockwave's pretty yellow optic is flickering with charge. He moans happily as he grinds sparks, charge flashing brightly. He'd tell Shockwave he loves him, but even in his half coherent state, he knows it will only serve to irritate Sari. Instead, he uses one servo to massage his mech's aft and the other to pinch and tease an antler.

Shockwave overloads first, sending cascading waves of charge right against Megatron's spark, the temperature of them much hotter than his normal spark temperature now. Grinding down to catch as much of that extra energy as possible, Megatron works himself harder, using the golden spark like a toy. Sari sends him amusement over the bond at that thought, and a He makes a nice sparktoy for us that Megatron agrees with wholesparkedly.

He flips so that Shockwave is under him, shoving down hard, and kissing and licking at his love's new mouth demandingly. Shockwave opens himself to it, working the long glossa around his own and teasing and playing with his helmet rivets and aft with sharp and loving claws. He rocks and grinds, loving how his mech heats up for him again, and the charge crackles on his spark. He squeezes the purple bot's antlers, making Shockwave's optic offline with pleasure. He nibbles and sucks along the neck cabling, loving how he can do this now, and there's no consequence for it aside from wanting to do it more and more.

The one benefit of a low-heat spark is that it is very, very easy to get the bot charged up and ready again, even if that charge-level is much lower than is comfortable for most bots to use. He will have such fun putting Shockwave on his lap and servicing his spark with his servo until Shockwave offlines from having too many overloads in too short a period.

He'll be able to brag quietly about having Shockwave overload, as well. Gold sparked bots are known to not be able to overload without extensive hacking and work. Even then, you have to reload the hacking every single time, since the spark loves to reject it.

This spark, blessed by the Allspark and her Priestess, would never have trouble overloading, but no other bot would know that. All they would see was a gorgeous gold-sparked bot being used so well that even their charge-deficient spark overloaded with pleasure.

Megatron groans, feeling his own overload approaching, as Shockwave steadily nears his second. His third, counting what Sari had given him. Megatron leans in and kisses the bot, muffling their cries of pleasure as they overload at the same instant, red and gold sparks charge matched from so much grinding.

He pulls away, licking Shockwave's mouth and turning to Sari - who has finished with Sedan and is now petting the minibot softly - "Shall we head down to earth, my Priestess? You still need to go see if Jazz wants to be a guard, and to pack up everything you're taking. I can talk to Isaac as you do so, or anything else you want us to do."

She looks over at him, and nods, "Yeah. Let's do that. Close up, and let's head down." He slips off the berth, closing his plates, and Shockwave is quick to follow. Her optics dim as she looks at the purple mech, "I'm glad I decided to put you in clear plates. I'd like to tell you to go around open all the time, but Allspark says you'll get sick if you do."

"Yes," Shockwave agrees, skulking closer to her. "Constant exposure can weaken a spark rather significantly, especially in organic areas like your planet. It also means that the spark is open to damage and tends to be injured much more easily."

She reaches up, touching the clear plates experimentally. "Change to Longarm so I can make sure that I did it right." She pauses, "Stay purple. I don't want you turning grey."

Shockwave's optic dims, "Yes Priestess." His claws brush against her frame before he shrinks and compacts into the Autobot disguise. The mech's plates fold oddly and a second, smaller set fold out to hide the spark from view. Shockwave wriggles just a tiny bit, smaller waist showing even in this form, and he rubs Autobot sized fingers along his frame. "How is this?"

She reaches to his head, and the bot leans down for better access. She touches the tubing that disguises the antlers, and they are flecked with the lacing of purple still. She pets them softly and smiles, "Yes, exactly right. You may want to change back so that you don't get screamed at by anyone angry about Longarm really being you."

"Oh, most bots know by now. It is hardly a secret anymore, although I have plans for altering my frame a bit more, to get a disguise significantly different enough that it will fool the Autobots again." He touches his frame, and the patches that had been a teal-ish color were now very spark-blue. "It may be harder to hide these bits now." He laughs a bit, "Bots may assume I am a prostibot. This is not necessarily a bad thing. Prostibots are allowed in more places than security bots."

She tugs on the tubing, bringing Shockwave closer, and kissing him. "You're not going to pretend to be a prostibot. I want you by my side."

Shockwave chuckles, and if Megatron was an Autobot he'd say that the expression the purple bot got was out of place on Longarm's normally jovial face, "I could still pretend to be one for you in the berth, Priestess. I certainly don't mind." The mech cuddles up to her, cracking his plates. "I'm already part way there with how you've modified my frame. I'd love to play 'lucky sparked prostibot found by the priestess,' or any other game you may wish."

She presses a kiss to his mouth, and pulls away, "That's nice, Shockwave, but you're going to have to change back now. I want you by my side in your normal frame as we go back to Earth."

Another chuckle, and the bot draws her closer, flicking his glossa against her sparkplates. "Are you certain you wish to return to earth already, my Priestess? I would adore the chance to overload you once more. Get you nice and relaxed for your return trip." He licks again, only stopping when she grabs his glossa with her servo.

"Pervbot. I really need to get my stuff, okay? You can lick me to overload later."

Shockwave presses a kiss to her sparkplates, flicking his glossa quickly, before pulling away and transforming back into his correct frame. "If that's what you wish, my Priestess."

She taps the purple mech's mouth, "It is. We need to also talk to Optimus, Bulkhead, and Jazz. Maybe Bulkhead would like to join my guards. I'm pretty sure that Optimus can't, even if he'd be welcome to if he wants."

"Optimus is dating the Magnus, and will refuse to remove his Autobot insignia as is required on New Kaon." He isn't sure if he should inform Sari of this, but he must be truthful with his bonded. "Ex-Autobots are considered a threat until they form strong ties on New Kaon. Your Optimus would be expected to secure himself a lover there, to prove that his ties with Ultra Magnus have been broken."

Sari scowls. "That's stupid."

His mouth quirks into a tiny smile, "It is not required, but no one there will trust him until it happens. Bumblebee has all the clones panting after him, so it will not be hard for him to fit in. Bulkhead could do so as well, since the seekers do think he is very adorable. Jazz... is a ninjabot. But Optimus is far too loyal to the Autobot cause to be on New Kaon."

She gives him a dirty look, "And if he wants to be with me? Will you force him to remove the symbol?"

He nods once, "Unless he is a visiting diplomat, he can not have it. Just by being one of your guards, he can not be called a diplomat."

"And if I order you to let him keep it?"

As far as orders went, it would be a simple one to obey, but it would displease the bots who followed him very much. It would insult the ex-Autobots who had chosen to remove their insignia to join him. "Then I will allow him to wear it." It is his job as First Consort to deal with the fallout caused by his Priestess's actions.

When she begins to order more outrageous things with greater frequency, he will need to convince her to move with him to a more distant planet.

She frowns at him, "You aren't happy about me wanting this. Why?"

He keeps from sighing, "There are a great many reasons, Sari. But I will do as you bid, if that's what you want."

She pokes him in the chest, "Well, I want to know why." She looks down for a moment, "You can explain later, though. Allspark is yelling at us to go now. Something about my dad and how great this new thing it's doing is." She reaches up for him to hold her, "Besides, we don't even know if Optimus wants to be my guard or not. I have the clones and Bee. That can be enough for now if the others won't join. I don't mind."

Taking her in his arms, Megatron marvels once more at how light she is. The only bot lighter is Scalpel, and even he tends to feel much heavier, with all of his weight spread out over several sharp ped points.

It was terribly amusing watching him make his way across a metal mesh blanket, because his little peds would get stuck in the mesh, and he would have to shake his leg to get each ped free. Megatron had not offered help on several occasions so that he could watch the tiny bot struggle to get over the surface.

He presses a kiss to her head, and heads out to the dock to head to Earth.