Domestic Disturbance

Chapter 24 : Saved


When Teletraans 1's alarm went off that afternoon, Prime nearly bashed his own helm into the nearest wall. While it shouldn't really have been that much of a surprise, the fact that Megatron had organized a strike team against the solar power plant that day seemed slightly premature considering all that had happened the night before. While the Con's seemed slightly sloppy and quick to get the job done, the Autobots still had a two and a half hour drive to get to the Primus damned plant in order to stop them. A lot of damage would be done before they reached the plant seeing as how the monitors showed a want for destruction more then the gathering of energon cubes. Prime sighed as his aching optics watched the screens. It was obviously another plan to lure the Autobots out. Seeing as how Thundercracker and Skywarp were strategically placed as guards where they were visual for Teletraan was a clear message to Optimus himself that Starscream was not present. He wasn't with his wing mates, nor was he standing next to Megatron, who surveyed the area from atop one of the taller structures. That meant he had to be back at the Nemesis. Or worse.

The mere thought of Starscream being absent from the attack had Prime believing that the worst had indeed happened. Rallying his comrades together, the red and blue bot transformed into his semi alt mode and tore off towards the plant. With no plan, or no course of action to take once they arrived, the other Autobots were more then confused. They were worried. While every one of them had faith in their leader, today, Optimus hadn't been himself and it scared them all. Believing that Prime was making this far more personal than it had to be, Jazz and Prowl, out of earshot of the semi, comforted their friends by promising to take charge if Optimus slipped. While it was a little more reassuring, the whole thing still reeked of disaster.

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Megatron sighed and checked his chronometer for the third time. The Autobots would be along any moment now, considering they had fallen for the bait. He knew Prime would. But whether his men would follow him in the state that he was sure to be in was another thing. Perhaps they would convince him not to fall for it. However, the tyrant relied on his enemies' noble quest to protect the humans that were still trapped in lower levels of the compound. They would come, even if they didn't want to.

He wasn't, however, concerned with the other Autobots. His men had clear orders to keep them busy, while he lured the grief stricken and vengeful Optimus away where they wouldn't be interrupted.

He could see the dust cloud long before his early warning sensors went off. Seems the bait had been taken. Now all that was left was to close the trap. He took to the air as the Autobots closed in, his Decepticons already racing to meet them at the front lines. Prime blazing a furious trail straight for the silver mech who hovered above the soon to be battle field, grin on his wicked face plates and palms itching to reach out and crush Autobot armor. Before the two Generals where in range of one another, Megatron tore off through the sky away from the plant and towards the mountains to the west, Optimus calling after him with harsh language that neither bot present had ever heard uttered from the calm collected mech.

Prowl was helpless to stop it. He called over the comm. link for his leader to stop, to stay and help them fight and to leave Megatron be. But Prime ignored him. He drove off alone after Megatron as the two armies clashed with wild war cries and laser blasts. The Decepticons closed in around the Autobots, penning them into a semi-circle. None of them could follow.

Prime could hear his friends beg him to come back. The irritating sound was a buzz of static in his already scrambled processor as he shut off the feed and continued to chase his nemesis. Blind to everything but his target, he followed Megatron until the foothills rose out from the dessert. The craggy mountains following and soon the two were hopelessly alone with no chance of backup reaching them until it was too late.

It had all gone according to Megatron's plan. He landed at his predetermined location and awaited his target's approach. Prime's engine roared like a savage beast as he transformed and sprinted the final few spans with servos hooked like blue steel claws, ready to wrap around a brittle silver neck and snap it.

"That's it, Prime." The tyrant muttered to himself, cruel smile baring fangs. "Come and get me."

Only a few steps remained between the Autobot and the Decepticon when the ground bellow the red and blue bot's pedes collapsed. With a startled cry, Optimus plummeted down and deep into the earth. He hit the bottom with a painful crunch. His right shoulder sustained most of the impact, dislocating under the stress. Dirt and debris rained down from above and tinkled off his armor to the, also surprisingly metal, base of the hole. The large pit had been crudely dug out and lined with panels. Panels that ignited with an electrical zap that shorted out his Cybertronian circuitry. Agony flaring under his very plating as most of his motor systems and his comm. ceased to function.

Megatron laughed in his victory as he descended down into the pit to retrieve the nearly unconscious Autobot.

"I can't believe you fell for that, Prime! Get it? Fell?"

Optimus groaned as he felt his enemy's servos lift him from the dark hole and out into the sun. He was laid down, almost gently on the grass on his back.

"It's a good thing you love him as much as he thinks you do, or else this plan might have never worked." Megatron purred as crouched down to rearranged Prime's limbs more comfortably.

"What....what have you...done with him?" The semi blinked his burning optics as he tried to move his throbbing body which refused to cooperate with his processor. "Where is he...you defect son of a..."

"Now now, no need for such language. " He interrupted, playfully smacking the other's face guard as if scolding a protoform. "He's alive...though, in pieces over what had passed between the two of you. Quite literally."

"Damn you!" Optimus growled and tried to lurch forward to strike the bastard. "If he dies, I swear to the Matrix that I'll rip you limb from fucking limb!"

Megatron shoved his servo down on the dislocation, earning himself a cry of pain from the nearly maddened Autobot.

"What did I tell you about your language?" He chuckled as Prime's furious optics met his amused ones. "And don't worry about Starscream. He belongs to me and I won't discard my toy just yet. You've 'faced him a few times by now. You should know how much fun he is."

A nearly organic sounding sob escaped the semi as he struggled to move. It was useless. He couldn't budge an inch as Megatron's dark fingers slid tentatively over the red plating of his chest. The tyrant really taking in the sight of his greatest adversary so helpless and at his mercy, radiating a delicious mixture of agony and fury as he slowly sur came to his defeat. Remembering how the merge with his second in command had given him a second hand taste of the Autobot, Megatron couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer. Shifting his weight, he straddled the immobilized mech, relishing the whimper it drew.

"And thanks to Starscream, I know how much fun you can be. " The Con breathed as he slid into place atop his prey.

His digits dug against the window panes with a sharp squeal dragging them slowly down the bot's trembling chassis. He could feel the rage of Prime's spark burning against his finger tips, glowing just under the surface of his finely sculpted structure. The pure loathing and terrible misery that just begged to be cracked open and consumed by his hungry dark center.

"Megatron. I s-swear to Primus himself that I will kill you." Prime choked on his own rage as the Decepticon leaned close enough to rest his helm against his own.

Breath quickening as he pried at the Autobot's paneling, the silver mech chuckled. Crimson optics focusing on the twisting expressions half hidden by the battle mask that he already knew wouldn't come off.

"I doubt that very much." He nuzzled against the heating metal of the other's covered cheek, chassis rumbling in arousal as Optimus managed a small squirm beneath him. "I'll keep you in chains. Shackled and locked away until I drag you out and unwrap you. And you'll behave, unless of course you want him to suffer."

Prime drew in a hiss of air as a dark servo slid up to caress his other cheek, tickling gently along his jaw and down his exposed throat, and back again. Megatron's warm lips brushing against his audio as he continued whispering his threats.

"And you, my beautiful new toy, if you satisfy me, I may just let you touch him."

He swore he could almost hear the Autobot's processor split in two. Prime bucked beneath him through shear will alone, tossing his head up and nearly striking Megatron in the face. However the sudden burst of energy seemed to finish off the last of the general's strength. He sagged into the grass with a pained growl, vents heaving until he finally settled with a small sound of defeat. The tyrant seemed pleased by the vain gesture of defiance, grinding his pelvis against the other's with a purr of satisfaction.

"That's what's so amazing about you, Prime. You fight until the bitter end. You never give up."

Cracking the other's stubborn chassis with a sharp pry of his servos, Megatron nearly shuddered as he pressed down and into that delicious essence of the other's hot center, allowing it to tease along seems and tickle at his enflamed sensors.

"You'll be a fun one to break. And I intend to, every night until your mind shatters and your will dies."

The semi gasped as he felt his very spark clench in its chamber. Anger and rage quickly turning to twisting panic as the Decepticon leader's core energy tickled at the edges of his own, threatening to consume him. His very plating seared unbearably as Megatron's full intentions were becoming clearer and clearer in his fogged processor. Suddenly remembering the seeker's warning, Optimus desperately tried to think of something to say to make this stop as the reality of his situation literally bit him, nipping viciously at his throat.

"Please...don't!"

"Hmm...funny. Those where the same words Starscream used before I made him mine all those years ago."

"No! Please! Not here!" He begged as the tyrant shifted his position, entrenching himself between the semi's now spread legs. Megatron hooked the back of Prime's knees over his arms, straining forward to grasp his shoulders, stretching the Autobot into a far more exposed and vulnerable pose.

"Why would I wait to get you back to the base?" He growled deeply, vocals carrying a hint of strain as his arousal reached unbearable heights. "I have you right where I want you now."

"Me-Megatron...don't!"

Optimus half mad, pleaded, knowing deep down that this was what Starscream felt every time. The pain the terror. He couldn't let this happen. He couldn't break the seeker's spark by letting this monster touch him.

This had to stop now!

Just as his fate seem sealed, a savior dropped from the clouds with roar of an engine and a blast to the back of Megatron's skull. Make that two saviors and a second blast to the beast's back. The silver tyrant off lined with surprised cry, falling backwards and off the paralyzed bot. Prime could feel the tyrant twitch at his feet. He wasn't dead. Stasis had claimed him before the two heroes had revealed themselves.

Prime, unable to turn his head couldn't see the bots who approached. Long dark shadows that slowly crept over their fallen forms with every step closer. A familiar voice suddenly spoke as one of the shadows moved to drag the unconscious Megatron away.

"Optimus Prime. Are you functioning?"

Prime blinked up at the bright sky in confusion as a blue seeker leaned into his line of sight with a frown on his pretty face.

"Thundercracker?"