Worship Thy Master Part 2

Worship Thy Master Part 2


Megatron was bored. There was no other word to describe it. He was bored, plain and simple. With Lugnut and Blitzwing confined to their quarters, the Decepticon leader had little to do. To pass the time, he spent a mega-cycle formulating several new plans to defeat the Autobot scum, but he soon grew tired of that. He was also expecting several transmissions from the various bounty hunters he had hired to locate and capture the traitorous Starscream, as well as an update from his spy back on Cybertron. But he didn't know how long that would take, and until he received the transmissions, he had nothing else to do except sit in his throne, and drum his fingers on the arm of his chair. Being bored left him free to think, and he had plenty to think about. Defeating the irritating Autobots, reclaiming Cybertron, dealing with Starscream once he was back in his clutches, and the progress his prisoner, Professor Sumdac, was making on re-creating a space bridge with what little data he had, were just a few things that were on Megatron's mind.

Megatron's train of thought was suddenly interrupted by sounds of squabbling, heading towards his chamber. Judging from the German accent, he knew automatically that it was Blitzwing. A frown crossed Megatron's face as the sounds of Blitzwing's three personas arguing amongst each other got closer. What could that fool be doing out of his quarters, when he had specifically ordered him to stay there for the next 24 mega-cycles? It hadn't even been two mega-cycles yet. He remained seated, waiting for Blitzwing to make his arrival, listening to the three personas as they got closer.

"Maybe zhis vas a bad idea...ve should haff vaited until Megatron told us it vas alvright for us to leave our quarters," Icy's calm voice spoke up.

"NIEN!! If you think zat I'm going to put up vith Lugnut for another nanoclick, zhen you are even more insane zhan Random!" Hothead's angry voice shouted.

"Ohh-hoohoo, now zat's pretty koo-koo! Ahahahahaha!!!" Random's loud giggle echoed into Megatron's chamber.

"All I'm saying iz zat Lord Megatron vill be displeased vith us if he zees ve disobeyed his orders to stay in our quarters." Icy reasoned.

"Ooooh, I didn't know you vere a poet!" Random giggled louder than ever, then said in a sing-song tone, "'Disobeyed his orders to stay in our quarters!' Tra-lalalalaaaaa!!"

"Vill you shut up already?!" Hothead yelled.

"Nein, you shut up! Hahahaha!" Random retorted.

"I suggest ze two of you keep quiet, or Lord Megatron iz bound to hear us..." Icy cut in, before Hothead and Random could start a fight.

"If he didn't hear us before now, zhen he's as deaf as a rock! Hahahaha!" Random chortled.

"I said shut up, you fragging glitch-head!" Hothead yelled some more. Random's only reply to that was a loud, wet raspberry.

"Vhy you little-!!"

"Enough of zat," Icy said, before Hothead could start cursing again. "Ze two of you are vorse zhan a pair of sparklings."

While all of this was going on, Megatron sat in his chair, his frown growing ever larger as he waited impatiently for Blitzwing to arrive. Finally, the triple-changer entered his quarters, the three separate personas ceasing their argument as they approached Megatron, and Blitzwing bent down on one knee before his master.

"Forgive ze intrusion, Lord Megatron," Icy intoned, noting the frown on Megatron's face. He would have to be extremely careful not to irritate his leader any more than he already was.

"Now what could be so important for you to directly disobey my orders, and dare show your face before me?" Megatron demanded, keeping his anger in check.

"Vell, you zee, mein Lord, it's about Lugnut..."

"Oh, what has he done now?" Megatron demanded. "Surely it couldn't have been anything that would have made you leave your quarters and risk my anger, when I SPECIFICALLY told you to stay there for 24 mega-cycles, or did you forget how to tell the time, Blitzwing?"

Blitzwing ignored the insult and continued, "Now...how should I phrase zhis...?"

"Blitzwing, I am starting to lose patience. Now get on with it!"

"Vell...you zee....Lugnut...has a problem, Lord Megatron."

Despite himself, Megatron found himself intrigued. "And what sort of problem would that be?"

"Mein Lord...Lugnut has a chronic self-interfacing problem."

Megatron didn't even raise an optic ridge at this announcement. "A self-interfacing problem, you say?"

"Ja, Lord Megatron." Icy nodded, then switched to his Hothead side, who, with his usual aggressiveness, added, "And it's driving me CRAZY! Orbital cycle in and orbital cycle out, it never stops! And zat's not ze end of it! He's too fragging LOUD!! I can hear everyzhing he says!" Hothead switched over to Random, who started to mimic some of Lugnut's heated cries with great gusto, "Ooooooh, mein liege, I'm so hot for you! Ooooooh, if only you could see just how much I ache for you! Hahahahaha!!"

Megatron said nothing, and his face didn't betray a flicker of emotion. "Is that all, Blitzwing?"

Blitzwing's Icy persona took control once more, and he replied, "Nein, Lord Megatron. I vas vondering, if it's not too much to ask, mein Lord...could you perhaps go to him and tell him to keep ze noise down a bit?"

Megatron took a moment to consider Blitzwing's request. Learning that Lugnut desired him wasn't very surprising news; he had known all along that Lugnut had very strong, lustful feelings towards him. However, this was the first time that it had been brought out in the open, and to be honest, he hadn't thought much about how Lugnut felt towards him, until Blitzwing came complaining to him about it. But now that Blitzwing had brought it to his attention, he couldn't ignore it. Megatron smiled inwardly; suddenly, he wasn't feeling bored anymore.

"Very well. I will go to Lugnut and talk to him about his...chronic self-interfacing problem, as you so put it," Megatron arose from his throne. "In the meantime, I have a job for you. I'm expecting a few transmissions from my spy on Cybertron, and a few transmissions as well from some bounty hunters. You will receive the transmissions for me, and then you will return to your quarters."

Blitzwing got back to his feet, feeling pleased that Megatron was going to deal with Lugnut, and that he didn't get punished for leaving his room. "I vill do as you ask, Lord Megatron. And, if I may be so bold...vhat do you have planned for Lugnut?"

"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something..." Megatron smirked slightly.

~~

Meanwhile, back in Lugnut's room, the large 'Con had just recently come back online after his massive overload, and was in the process of cleaning up the giant puddle of lubricant off his recharge bed with a rag. However, because there was so much of it, too much for the rag to absorb all at once, he ended up spreading the lube all over his recharge bed, until it was a slippery as a greased pig. He was in the process of getting another rag from his storage locker, when he heard someone banging on his door. Lugnut looked up with a start, wondering who could be right outside his door. It couldn't be Megatron; what reason would Megatron have to come to his room? It could only be Blitzwing, that three-faced son of a slagger. It was his fault that they had been sent to their rooms for 24 mega-cycles, and not only that, he had dared to slander the name of their glorious leader, as well as his title as Megatron's most loyal follower. Oh, he had quite a bone to pick with Blitzwing, alright...and if it was Blitzwing right outside his door, then that meant he had purposefully disobeyed Megatron's orders, just to harrass him. The mere thought made the energon boil in his tubing, and he stomped towards his door, ready to drag that German-speaking mother-fragger in, and pound the slag out of him.

"Blitzwing, you no good, rusting pile of scrap! I'm going to break all your fragging faceplates, you miserable son of a glit-" The words died in Lugnut's vocalizer as he saw who it was outside his door. It wasn't Blitzwing at all. It was Megatron. It took a few nanoseconds for the sheer enormity of Megatron's presence to register in Lugnut's processor, and he almost tripped over his own glossa in his haste to apologize for his rudeness.

"M-My liege! Forgive me for my insolence! I-I didn't know it was you, O great and wise..."

"That's enough, Lugnut," Megatron cut in, rather curtly, and Lugnut immeadiately fell silent. "Well, aren't you going to invite me in?" he asked, with a hint of sarcasm.

If Lugnut had been shocked by the sight of Megatron outside his room door, then he was blown away when he heard Megatron asking if he could be allowed in. He scrambled to move out of Megatron's way, allowing his leader to enter his room. "Master, I am honored beyond measure by your presence."

"Yes, I'm sure you are, Lugnut. I notice that you've been...tidying up to keep yourself busy," Megatron replied, glancing over at Lugnut's recharge bed, his optics settling on a rag, partially covering what appeared to be a puddle of lubricant.

Lugnut noticed where Megatron was looking, and his faceplate almost scorched off as as he hurridly scampered over to his berth, and hastily wiped up the rest of the lube with the soaking-wet rag, before tossing it into a corner, out of Megatron's line of sight.

"Errr...errrr....is there anything I can get for you, my Lord?" Lugnut asked, to cover his embarrassment. "Perhaps some oil, if you are thirsty, O great and noble Megatron?"

"Oh, I've already brought my own drink, Lugnut," Megatron smirked, and for the first time, Lugnut noticed the glowing cube Megatron had with him. Lugnut saw right away that it was high-grade energon. Lugnut remembered when Megatron had gotten a shipment of the energon from a Decepticon by the name of Swindle, for quite a bargin, but he had never allowed anyone else to drink it. "Get me a goblet, Lugnut, if you will."

Lugnut bowed and then went to his storage closet, where he found a clean and empty oil barrel, and when he twisted the bottom to form a handle, he had an instant goblet. He presented the goblet to his master on bended knee, but he looked up in surprise when Megatron added, as an afterthought, "Oh...and get something for yourself, too."

Lugnut was baffled, but he obediently went and got another oil barrel, and after Megatron poured some energon for himself from the cube into his goblet, he poured some energon into Lugnut's drinking vessel. Lugnut couldn't believe that Megatron was being so generous all of a sudden; not even Starscream, back when he was still serving under their leader, had had the privilage to drink from Megatron's private store of energon. He stood there, holding his energon-filled barrel, as Megatron brought his goblet to his lips and drank down some of the glowing purple fluid.

"Aahh, exquisite," Megatron sighed with satisfaction, swirling the remaining energon in his goblet. Then he noticed that Lugnut had yet to drink from his barrel. "Go ahead, Lugnut. It's not acid. Drink up, and tell me what you think."

Lugnut brought the barrel to his mouth, and drank down a sip of energon, and felt the surge as energy raced through his circuits, filling every part of his large frame with a feeling of tingly warmth.

"Well, do you find it to your liking, Lugnut?" Megatron inquired.

"It's...it's wonderful, my liege." Lugnut replied, bringing the barrel to his mouth for another sip.

Megatron waited until Lugnut was just starting to swallow down his second mouthful, when he suddenly announced, as if it were of no real importance, "Oh, by the way Lugnut, I happen to know all about your little chronic self-interfacing problem."

Lugnut, taken completely by surprise, almost choked. He spat out half of what he had been about to swallow by accident, but some of the energon had gone right into his ventilation system, and he coughed and spluttered, energon dripping out of his mouth as he gasped and wheezed. Megatron stood to one side, a slight smirk on his face as he watched Lugnut struggle to clear the energon out of his ventilation system and compose himself.

"H-How did you...?" Lugnut stammered, once he had succeeded in clearing his ventilation system.

"Oh, Blitzwing came and told me everything, Lugnut. He told me how you stimulate yourself every orbital cycle, and how loud you get, and some of the things you say as well. And according to Blitzwing, I'm the object of your desires," Megatron replied, still smirking.

Lugnut said nothing to defend himself, completely at a loss for words. But inside his processor, he was murderously contemplating Blitzwing's destruction, for the next time he was to see the loud-mouthed triple-changer, he was going to rend him servo from servo, then rip the very spark from Blitzwing's chassis, and crush it into dust.

"So, I take it that what Blitzwing said is true?" Megatron inquired.

"Y-Yes, my liege..." Lugnut replied in a surprisingly small voice. Megatron laughed aloud.

"Oh, there's no need to be embarrassed, Lugnut. There have been others, just like yourself, who have desired me over the eons. It doesn't come as a surprise to me. And besides, I already knew that you desired me, even before Blitzwing came and told me about your self-interfacing."

Although Lugnut was relieved to hear that Megatron didn't think of him as a freak for lusting after him, he couldn't help but feel jealous that there had been others who desired his master as well. He also felt embarrassed again, when Megatron said that he had known all along about his infatuation towards him.

"I...I didn't know my feelings were so obvious, my liege..." Lugnut mumbled.

"Subtlety isn't one of your stronger points, Lugnut. So, tell me, just how long have you desired me?" Megatron asked, bringing his goblet back to his lips, but instead of sipping his drink, he dipped his glossa into the purple liquid, lapping at the energon like a cat would lap up a bowl of milk. Lugnut found himself riveted to the sight, and he wouldn't have been surprised if Megatron had told him he was drooling.

"Well, Lugnut? I'm waiting..." Megatron smirked inwardly, noting how Lugnut couldn't take his optic away from the sight of him lapping at his drink. Toying with Lugnut was going to be a lot more fun than he had ever anticipated.

"I...I've desired you from the moment I first laid my optic upon you, Master." Lugnut confessed, his faceplate heating up in an intense blush.

Megatron seemed to be amused by Lugnut's answer, judging from the chuckle that escaped his lips. "For that long, eh? That was many solar cycles ago, the day you joined the Decepticon army, and became one of my most loyal, and faithful followers. Yes, there are few others like you, Lugnut. Loyal, devoted, flawlessly obedient, eager to carry out my commands, all in the name of the proud Decepticon race."

Lugnut was practically glowing from Megatron's praise, his former embarrassment forgotten. He lifted his head high, and responded, "I am honored that you hold me in such high regard, O great and wise Megatron."

"Now, why wouldn't I hold you in such high regard, Lugnut?" Megatron purred silkily, as he continued to butter up his soldier. "It's so rare to find someone as faithful and as loyal as you are. And you wouldn't even dream of attempting to overthrow me, and become leader of the Decepticons, now would you?"

"Never, my liege! You are the one and only true leader of all Decepticons! I will follow you and only you!" Lugnut gushed in his enthusiasm to agree with his master.

Megatron chuckled, and he leisurely approached Lugnut with a look on his face that resembled a smirk and a smile all rolled into one. "Did you know, Lugnut, that I have ways to reward such loyalty?"

"No, my liege." Lugnut replied, wondering what his master was up to. The energon seemed to be making making him act so....sultry and seductive. He had never seen his master act this way before, and it puzzled him.

However, Lugnut was quickly jerked back to reality, when Megatron suddenly seized him by the back of his head, and dragged him into a rough and heated kiss. Almost instantly, Lugnut's temperature soared to unbelieveable heights, and his internal fans whined with the effort to cool his systems before they melted into a pile of slag. But when Megatron slid his glossa into Lugnut's mouth, seeking to wrap it around Lugnut's own glossa, and drag it back into his mouth to suckle, even Lugnut's cooling fans could do nothing to keep the large 'Con from almost going offline at the intense burst of pleasure that raced through his circuits like a raging wildfire. This had to be a dream, some sort of fantastic dream, where his wildest fantasy had come true.

Time seemed to slow to a crawl for Lugnut, as he moaned and whimpered against his master's lips, never wanting this moment to end. He almost gave voice to a protest when Megatron finally broke the kiss, but it was as if he was in stasis lock. He stood there, completely frozen, connected to his master only by a strand of dissolvant, which stretched out as Megatron's glossa moved further away from his, until it finally snapped when Megatron slowly licked his lips. Megatron gave Lugnut a little smirk at his soldier's stunned expression, amused at the sight of Lugnut standing there, mouth slightly open, dissolvant coursing down his lower jaw, and his cheeks glowing from the energon that had flushed to his faceplate during their heated kiss.

"Too hot for you to handle, Lugnut? And I thought you were made of sterner stuff than that," Megatron said with a chuckle.

Lugnut only responded with a "Guhhhh...." sort of sound, which seemed to amuse Megatron even further. Clearly, the bomber jet Transformer was in La-La Land, completely lost in the euphoria of being kissed by his leader. Megatron managed to get Lugnut to snap out of it, and give him his full and undivided attention, by pushing him onto the ground, climbing on top of him, and straddling his chassis.

"W-What are you doing, Lord Megatron?" Lugnut stared up at his master, his voice emerging from his vocal processor as a tiny squeak, which nearly made Megatron laugh out loud. Instead, his optics narrowed into a hungry leer, and he gave Lugnut a predatory smirk. He didn't respond to Lugnut's question right away, and instead he reached down to rub the machine gun turrets mounted on Lugnut's chestplate between his thumbs and forefingers, wringing a low moan from the 'Con pinned underneath him.

"You see, Lugnut, I've been feeling rather bored as of late," Megatron said, still rubbing the machine gun turrets between his fingers. "Leading the Decepticons can get a little stale and dull on occassion, if I don't find something to break the monotony every once in a while. And you, my dear Lugnut, have provided me with a perfect distraction." He slipped one hand away from the gun turrets, and instead he began to work his fingers into a seam in Lugnut's chestplate, to tug at the wires and cables within, thus wringing an even louder moan from Lugnut's vocalizer. "And since you so obviously desire me, I figure that there's a way to give myself some entertainment, reward you for all your solar cycles of being my devoted soldier, and to solve Blitzwing's complaints about you, all at the same time."

"Ahhhh....ohhhh.....w-what brilliant idea have you formed, m-my liege?" Lugnut moaned and gasped as Megatron's fingers continued to sweetly torment him with their heated touches.

Megatron smirked, and leaned down closer to Lugnut, until their lips were almost touching. "How does this sound to you, Lugnut? If you promise to keep the level of noise down the next time you self-interface, I will allow you to interface with me once every deca-cycle. Maybe that will encourage you to give Blitzwing a little peace and quiet."

Lugnut couldn't believe his audio receptors. Would Megatron REALLY allow him the honor to actually interface with him? Or was he just playing a cruel prank, toying with his desires by saying he could interface with him, then shatter his hopes by suddenly declaring that it had all been a big joke? No, Megatron wouldn't lie! This had to be the truth! And he would be a complete glitch-head to pass up such an opportunity.

"Y-Yes, my liege....I will do anything...ANYTHING...to be allowed the glory of being your bitch," Lugnut gasped.

Megatron suppressed a chuckle, wondering where Lugnut had picked up a human curse word, before replying, "I knew you would see things my way, Lugnut. And now...to seal the deal."

Once again, Megatron's lips pressed against Lugnut's in another searing kiss, only this time, when Megatron ventured to slide his glossa into Lugnut's mouth again, Lugnut eagerly returned the favor, moaning softly against Megatron's glorious lips. He could taste the energon upon his master's glossa, as well as his master's own unique flavor, which was more intoxicating that any form of energon available. He felt himself getting lost in his master's unique taste, but once again, all too soon for Lugnut's liking, Megatron broke this kiss to give Lugnut a scrutinizing look.

"You're really into this, aren't you, Lugnut?"

"My liege, I have dreamed of this moment for eons. If only I could express how much I ached to kiss your glorious lips like this. Your kiss alone made me want to overload," Lugnut replied in a husky whisper.

The corner of Megatron's mouth quirked upright at Lugnut's straightforward answer. "Well, you're about to experience a whole lot more than just mere kissing, Lugnut."

Lugnut quivered with excitement and anticipation. He had no idea what Megatron had in store for him, but he would wager his spark that it was something that was going to turn his whole world upside down. He didn't have long to wait, as he got a taste of just what Megatron had planned for him, when his leader reached to fondle his shoulder turbines, wringing yet another moan from his vocalizer.

"Oooooh....Mmmmm....Ohhhhhhh....my liege....Ahhhh...."

Megatron could feel the heat of Lugnut's body between his legs, warming his crotchplate to pleasantly toasty temperatures, and Megatron let out a little growl as he slowly ground himself against Lugnut's chassis, feeling the vibrations from Lugnut's loud moans. The intensely pleasureable sensation was enough to make Megatron growl even louder with lust, and he dove his fingers into Lugnut's seams, to wring a loud, gasping moan from the 'Con underneath him.

"AAAAAAH!!! Oh, my liege! T-That feels so good!" Lugnut panted heavily. He had never been able to work his own pincers in deep enough to give himself as much pleasure as Megatron was giving him right now, and Primus, it felt fan-fragging-tastic!

"Touch me, Lugnut," Megatron commanded, hissing between tightly clenched dental plates. "I don't want to have to do all the work here."

Lugnut obeyed Megatron with alacrity, running the tips of his pincers up and down his master's chestplate, feeling the pulse of his master's spark within its chamber, working his pincers into the seams, and seeking the wires within. He knew he had struck gold when Megatron threw his head back, and let out a loud, growling hiss of pleasure.

"AAAHHH! Yes, right there, Lugnut. Mmmmm....you're pretty good at this." Megatron ran his glossa over his lips, hissing sharply as Lugnut boldly pinched a neural wire with more pressure. He ran his hands over the windows on Lugnut's chestplate while grinding his pelvis harder against him, keeping in time with the movements of Lugnut's pincers, as they stroked and pinched and worked their magic upon him.

"I've had a lot of practice, my Lord," Lugnut replied, feeling more aroused than ever at the sight of Megatron above him, responding to his touches.

"Oh, I don't doubt that for a astrosecond, Lugnut," Megatron smirked down at his soldier, his fingers returning back to Lugnut's machine gun turrets, to rub and pinch and fondle. And from the way Lugnut groaned and bucked underneath him, those turrets were a definite hotspot.

"AAAAAAHHH....OOOOOHHHH!! M-My liege!! P-Primus....AAAAAHHHH...." Lugnut whimpered like a sparkling, feeling as though his entire body was aflame as Megatron bent his head down, and swirled his glossa around the tip of one of the turrets mounted on his chestplate. When Megatron took the turret into his mouth, and sucked it lightly, Lugnut bucked wildly underneath him, alternating between loud cries of pleasure and praise for his master's abilities in love-making. But not to be outdone, he managed to work a pincer into the seam that separated Megatron's thigh from his pelvis, and from the loud, growling gasp that escaped his master's lips as he located and applied pressure to a bundle of wires, he knew he had scored big time.

"AHHHHH!! Yesssss....Mmmmmm....." Megatron hissed, as Lugnut applied more pressure to the extra-sensitive wires. "Slag, Lugnut, if I had known you were this good, I would have made you my personal play-thing eons ago."

Having said that, Megatron slowly proceeded to slide down Lugnut's chassis, pausing every few moments to work his fingers or his glossa into a seam and tease Lugnut to the very breaking point. When he stood up and turned around, reseating himself on Lungut's chestplate, Lugnut wondered what his glorious master was up to. He got his answer when he felt his master's hand brush against his port, and he bit his lower lip plate to stop himself from crying out. He felt rather than heard the click as Megatron opened his port, and his optic went offline as he shivered, silently begging his master to bring him the release he so desperately wanted.

When Megatron dipped his hand into the lubricant that spilled from Lugnut's port like water that had burst from a dam, and slowly drew out Lugnut's cable, he couldn't helped but be impressed at the sight that greeted him.

"Slag, Lugnut...whoever manufactured you certainly didn't skimp out on any details..." Megatron remarked, the hungry look in his optics returning full force as he teasingly ran his servo up Lugnut's cable, feeling the warm, slick lubricant coat his fingers, and trickle down his wrist.

"AAAAAAAAAH!!! UHHHHNNNN!!! M-Master! I-I am nothing compared to you, O great and all powerful Megatron!!!" Lugnut gasped, bucking and twitching in time with the movements of Megatron's hand.

"Oh really? Now how can you say that if you haven't even seen MY cable?" Megatron replied with a smirk, looking around to meet Lugnut's gaze. "If you want to make a comparison, I can show you my cable, and then you decide who's better equipped."

Lugnut's vocal processor seemed to be temporarily rendered useless. His intake was coming in short, quick bursts at the thought of seeing his master fully exposed. He briefly wondered if his processor would be able to handle the sight of his glorious leader without frying a few circuits in the process. Running his glossa over suddenly dry lip plates, he could only nod at his master's proposition.

Megatron's optics tilted upwards, and the predatory smirk crossed his features once more as he slowly arose, and made his way to Lugnut's recharge bed, where he sat down on the edge with both legs spread wide, to give Lugnut a better view. Slowly licking his lubricant-coated fingers, he trailed his other hand down his chassis, handling himself with an expert's touch, small hisses of pleasure escaping from his vocalizer as he occassionally slipped a finger inside a seam, to rub at the wiring within. Lugnut's optic followed his master's every movement, his intake hitching in his chassis at every sound that emerged from his master's vocal processor. He didn't think it was possible to get more turned on than he already was, but the way Megatron touched himself, and the way he slowly licked the lubricant off his fingers, occassionally slipping a digit inside his mouth to suck off any remaining traces of lube, was enough to make Lugnut overload at least twenty times over. And he almost had the mother of all overloads when Megatron's wandering servo finally reached his port, and opened it with a soft click, revealing himself in all his glory.

"Well Lugnut, do you like what you see?" Megatron purred, dipping two fingers into the lubricant that oozed from his port, deliberately teasing Lugnut with the sight.

"Oooooh....Master....words cannot describe just how perfect you are," Lugnut replied, in a voice so husky with lust that it was barely intelligible.

Megatron smirked, then he removed his fingers from his port, and offered them to Lugnut. "Come, Lugnut..."

Lugnut sprang upright into a kneeling position, and made his way towards his master, opening his mouth obediently as Megatron pressed his lube-coated fingers against his lip plates. The taste that flooded his senses was far more potent and intoxicating than anything he had ever experienced before. Even the energon he had drank with his master beforehand paled in comparison. He sucked off every last trace of lube, and when it was all gone, he was left wanting more. Megatron removed his fingers from Lugnut's mouth, noting how Lugnut was reluctant to let them go, and he placed a hand behind Lugnut's head, bringing him even closer, until his face was directly in his lap.

"You know what you need to do, Lugnut. Now don't disappoint me."

"I will do my best, my liege...." Lugnut purred, then immeadiately got to work.

Megatron soon found out he had no reason to doubt Lugnut's skills. Within astroseconds, he was gasping, panting, and moaning loudly, and he grabbed at Lugnut's shoulder turbines with an iron grip. His whole body felt as though it was burning, the cooling fans within his frame going full blast to expel the excess heat before it caused permanent damage to his internal systems. But none of that mattered to Megatron, not at this very moment, with Lugnut's face in his lap, doing delicious things with that glossa of his, not just to his port, but to the seams along the inside of his thighs as well.

"AAAAAHHHH!!! OOOOOOHHHHNNN!!! MMMMMMMM!!! H-Holy Primus....AAAAAAHHH!!! UUUUUHHHHNNNN!!! Don't you slagging stop, Lugnut!! OOOOOOHHHH!!!"

Lugnut took Megatron's passionate cries at heart, and kept at it for a few more nanoclicks, until Megatron felt an overload rapidly approaching. But Megatron wasn't about to let Lugnut take control of him just yet. Pushing Lugnut's face out of his lap, he gave his soldier a smirk as he leaned down to lick off some lube off Lugnut's face, which rapidly became a scorching hot, open-mouthed french kiss. Their glossa's wagered a silent battle for dominance, which lasted for roughly thirty astroseconds before Megatron won the battle, and claimed sweet victory with another searing kiss against Lugnut's lips.

"Mmmm, I see that you were enjoying yourself, Lugnut. But you mustn't get too carried away." Megatron said, licking his lips slowly as he broke the kiss. "There is something else I want you to do."

"W-what is it, my master?" Lugnut panted, feeling rather light-headed from all the intense foreplay.

Megatron chuckled low in his throat, then got up from the edge of the bed, trailing a hand across Lugnut's cheek as he made his way around the other 'Con, causing Lugnut to turn around to watch what his master was up to. His optic almost popped out of his head when Megatron went down on the floor, legs spread wide as he propped himself upright on his elbows, and gave Lugnut a 'come and get me' sort of look. Lugnut couldn't comprehend what his master wanted at first, until Megatron put it into plain English for him:

"Lugnut, get your fraggin' aft over here, and come interface the slag out of me!"

"Y-Yes, my liege!" Lugnut cried, scrambling over on the double, unable to express his joy. Megatron was actually going to let him interface him! It was an honor beyond all others! He was so excited at the thought, he could have sprung an oil leak.

Crawling on top of his master, Lugnut gazed down at his glorious leader, who gave him another hungry leer.

"Yes, Lugnut. Interface me now, and don't you dare hold back!"

"Never, my liege! I exist only to serve your every wish and desire!"

"Oh, shut up and start the interfacing already, before I have to spank you." Megatron growled, growing slightly impatient.

"Yes, my liege!" Lugnut babbled, then after making sure everything was aligned, he made the connection.

Even Megatron was left speechless at the sudden, almost painfully exquisite sensation of energy flowing from Lugnut and into his body, and he dug his fingers into the seams on Lugnut's shoulders, savoring the hiss of pleasure that came from Lugnut's vocalizer. He gave the 'Con a unbearably sexy smirk, and remarked in a low, silky voice, "Mmmmm....yes, Lugnut...and if that's only the beginning, then I can't wait for the rest of it."

"M-Master...I am not worthy...I thank you a hundred thousand-fold for this honor," Lugnut panted, eager to begin. Once he had made the connection, it was all he could do to not overload on the spot, thus leaving himself drained, and his master unsatisfied and irritable due to a poor performance on his behalf.

Megatron licked his lips hungrily as he hooked his his legs around Lugnut's waist. "As I said, I have ways of rewarding loyalty. Now, show me what you've got..."

~~

Meanwhile, back outside the corridor, Blitzwing was returning back to his quarters, having received all expected transmissions. He had waited for Megatron to return, but he still hadn't come back yet. Wondering what had become of his leader, he decided not to stick around just in case Megatron came back, and punished him for not returning back to his quarters after doing what he was told to do. But he still couldn't help but wonder what Megatron was doing that was taking him so long.

"He's been gone for a very long time...I vonder vhat he iz doing?" Icy mused.

"Maybe he vas kidnapped by ze space banditos! Hahahah!" Random cackled with his usual childlike exuberance.

"And you're a fragging moron, idjit!" Hothead snapped.

"Oh, don't start zat again..." Icy said, rolling his one good optic. "Honestly, I svear..."

"He started it!" Random chirpped.

"Nein! I fragging did -NOT- start it, you aft-hole!" Hothead raved. Random clapped both servos over his mouth.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOH, you said a NAUGHTY vord! You're gonna get in TROOOOOOOUBLE!"

"Oh, vill you two please zettle down and keep qui- Vhat vas zat?" Icy asked aloud, cocking his head to one side.

"Vhat vas vhat?" Random giggled.

"Zat sound...it sounded like moaning."

"Oh slag, he's at it again! Mein Gott, I hope Megatron vill deal vith zat disgusting self-interfacer soon!" Hothead said, grinning at the thought of Megatron beating slag out of Lugnut.

"But izn't Megatron supposed to haff gone to Lugnut's room to talk to him about his self-interfacing? If so, zhen vhy vould Lugnut be making zhose noises? It's not like he vould be self-interfacing vith Megatron right zhere in the room vith him." Icy replied, making his Hothead persona twitch with unease.

"You...You don't think...?"

"Ooooh, I'm thinking of a number between 1 and a 100! Care to guess vhat it iz? Hahaha!" Random cackled.

"I vill bolt your mouth shut if you don't shut it yourself!" Hothead snarled. Random tittered and blew a raspberry, just to infuriate his other persona.

"Vhy you little-!!"

Icy ignored his two squabbling personas, and he made his way down the corridor, listening to the moaning, gasping sounds getting louder with each footstep. As he got closer, he could make out words mixed in with the moaning, and when he got close enough to hear every word clearly, he immeadiately wished he had taken off in the opposite direction.

"AAAAHHHH....OOOOHHHH....UUUUHHHHNNN, YES, LUGNUT!!! HAAAAAAAAAAA.....NNNNNNNNNNNN....MMMMMMMMM!!!"

"OOOOOOH, MASTER!! I AM NOT WORTHY, I AM NOT WORTHY!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHH....MMMMMMMM!!!"

"AHHHHH, SL-SLAG!!! MOVE THAT PELVIS OF YOURS FASTER, LUGNUT!!"

"IMMEADIATELY, MY LIEGE!! OOOOOOHHHH!!!"

"UUUUUUUUUUUUHNNN!!! OH YES, LIKE THAT!!! HOLY FRAGGING PRIMUS.....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!"

"OOOOOOOH, MASTER, I'M SO CLOSE!!! UUUUUUNNNNNNFFF!!!"

"YES, LUGNUT!! GIVE IT ALL TO ME!! MMMMMMM!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!! FASTER, YOU BASTARD 'CON!! OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH!!!!"

Blitzwing would never be sure when he had started running. All he knew was that he had suddenly fallen flat on his aft in a desperate attempt to get the slag out of there before his audio receptors burned clean off. His stabilizing servos wouldn't obey his processor, so he was resorting to scrambling on all fours, hoping to get as far away as possible. However, he still hadn't gained enough distance between him and the interfacing 'Cons to block out the final howl of ecstasy, as master and soldier overloaded as one.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! PRIMUS, FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!!! MY LIEGE!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!"

Oblivious to the flight of Blitzwing right outside his door, Lugnut collapsed on top of his leader, feeling totally drained after experiencing the most intense overload he had ever had in his life. Underneath him, Megatron panted slightly, overwhelmed by the intensity of his own overload. He let out a relaxed purr as he felt himself slipping into recharge.

"Mmmmm...that was a FANTASTIC performance, Lugnut. I frankly can't wait to do it again."

"Oooh, neither can I, my liege..." Lugnut moaned, his optic flickering as he felt himself going offline and into recharge as well.

"Shall we do this again, at this same time, after the next deca-cycle has passed?"

"I would like that, my liege..."

"Good...now, quiet. I need to recharge." Megatron offlined his optics, and quickly fell into recharge.

"Yes...my liege..." Lugnut murmured, falling into recharge as well, to dream of the wonderful interfacing he had just experienced, and of all future interfacings to come.

~~

Blitzwing didn't stop running until he was outside, and far away from the Decepticon base, so that he couldn't hear the echos repeatedly bouncing all over the base. It was bad enough to have heard them the first time; he did NOT want to have to hear them again.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH, VHAT IN ZE NAME OF ZE FRAGGING PIT?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!" Hothead screamed. "ZE TWO OF ZHEM AT IT, LIKE ANIMALS IN HEAT!!! MEIN GOTT, EVEN MEGATRON HAS GONE CRAZY IN ZE HEAD!!!"

"Zat vas....very disturbing," Icy agreed, his usually cool demeanor shattered.

Only Random seemed very excited by the whole thing, judging by the blush that had spread across his faceplate, and the odd, breathy giggles that escaped his ventilation system. "OoooOOOOOOoooh...zhey sounded like zhey vere having much fun, ja! Maybe ve should have asked if ve could join in! Ooooh-hoohoohoo, maybe it's not too late!"

"NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIN!!!! I VANT NOTHZHING TO DO VITH THEM!!!!" Hothead yelled, horrified at the thought of going back into the base, and confronting the sight of Megatron and Lugnut locked together in the heat of passion.

"Ooooh, don't knock it till you try it!" Random chortled, then made some thrusting movements with his pelvis. "I could haff shown Lord Megatron and Lugnut a few tricks of mein own!"

"NAAAAAAAAAARGH!!! SHUT UP!!!! I DON'T VANT TO KNOW!!!!" Hothead screamed all the louder.

"Ja, neither do I, for zat matter..." Icy muttered, still badly shaken.

"OOOOOH, ze two of you are a pair of party-poopers!" Random pouted.

"Mein Gott...if zat iz vhat Megatron had in mind for punishment..." Icy's good optic had suddenly developed a nervous twitch.

"AAAGH!!! STOP TALKING ABOUT IT ALREADY!!!!" Hothead clamped both servos over his audio receptors.

"I am thinking about moving mein recharge bed out here...vhere I von't haff to listen to zhem at it again...IF zhey go at it again..." Icy said.

"Good idea! I vill go off mein processor if I haff to listen to zhem moaning and panting like wild beasts! It's too much!" Hothead agreed.

"Oooooohhh...but zhen you vill miss out on all ze excitement!" Random replied, making thrusting movements with his pelvis again, much to the disgust of Hothead.

"You are fragging sick in ze processor, you over-stimulated excuse of a glitch!"

"Ooooh, me so horny! Me love you LONG time!" Random cackled in response.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!!" Hothead hollered to the heavens, startling several birds out of their nests with terrified squawks.

Icy sighed and held his head with both servos. "Sometimes, I feel like I am losing mein mind, no thanks to ze two of you..."

~~

Several mega-cycles later, when Blitzwing felt it was safe to finally venture back into the base, the triple-changer slowly made his way back to his quarters, praising Primus for the fact that there were no further sounds of interfacing coming from Lugnut's room. Maybe Megatron and Lugnut were still out of it, he thought hopefully, as he tip-toed through the base, hoping that he wouldn't blunder into either Megatron or Lugnut, should either of them happen to be online.

"Easy does it...ve're almost zhere..." Icy whispered, hoping his two other personas would hold their glossas in check, until he had reached the safety of his room.

Just as Blitzwing was passing by Lugnut's room to get to his, thinking he was almost home free, Lugnut's room door opened with a clang. Blitzwing froze in mid-step.

"Oh, slag..." Blitzwing cursed under his intake, hoping that if he stayed still, whoever it was wouldn't notice him.

"Oy, Blitzwing!"

Slag it to the Pit, it was Lugnut. Oh well, it could have been worse. It could have been Megatron...but it was still bad enough.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, triple-changer!"

"Ja, vhat do you vant?!" Hothead's persona took over, as he whirled around to face Lugnut, making an aggressive face to hide his unease.

"I have a few words I want to say to you, Blitzwing." Lugnut pointed a pincer at Blitzwing's chassis.

"Oh ja? Like vhat?" Hothead sneered.

"Megatron told me that you left your room, openly defying his orders, just so you could blab to him about my self-interfacing," Lugnut accused.

Hothead bared his dental plates in an defiant, gap-toothed snarl, and he thrust his chin forward aggressively. "Ja, so vhat if I did?"

"I told myself that the next time I was to see you, I was going to rend you servo from servo, and rip your spark out of your chestplate, and smash it into dust." Lugnut went on.

Hothead growled and put up his servos, ready to defend himself in case Lugnut wanted to make good of that promise. "Oh ja?! Bring it on! I'll take you on anyday! I'll pulverize your pistons, you oversized malfunction!"

However, Lugnut didn't render him servo from servo, or rip the spark from his chestplate. He did something else entirely, something that Blitzwing never saw coming. He grabbed Blitzwing into a tight embrace, so that no matter how much he squirmed, he couldn't break loose. Then, to Hothead's sheer and utter horror, Lugnut dragged him forward, and gave him a huge, wet kiss, right on the mouth.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMWAH!!!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!! VHAT ZE FRAGGING FRAG?!" Hothead screamed, going purple in the face as an intense blush heated him up from processor to stabilizing servo.

Random took over, and let out a loud, excited whoop, like a pack of hyenas. "WOO-HOOHOOHOOHOO!!!! Zat vas a good one, Luggy! Can I haff vone too?"

Lugnut happily obliged, and gave Random another huge, wet smacker on the lips, which Random clearly enjoyed to no end.

"WOO-HOOHOOHOO!!! Oh ja, I liked zat a LOT!! Icy, you should haff vone as vell!"

Blitzwing's Icy persona made the dreadful mistake of becoming the dominate personality, "Nein, I don't vant..."

Too late. Lugnut delivered another large, wet smooch, silencing Blitzwing before he had a chance to make his protest. Icy was left stunned and speechless, but not for long, as Hothead took over, and screamed, "VHAT DID YOU DO ZAT FOR, YOU RUSTY PIECE OF SLAG?!"

"That was for telling Megatron about my self-interfacing!" Lugnut replied, as if that was the most obvious answer in the world. "Thanks to your big mouth, Megatron, our glorious leader, is going to interface with me once every deca-cyle as a result! And it's all thanks to you, Blitzwing!"

Lugnut set Blitzwing back down, and gave him what he thought was a friendly pat on the head, which knocked Blitzwing flat on his aft. Oblivious to the state Blitzwing was in, Lugnut went back into his room, humming a cheerful note under his intake.

It was a very long time before Blitzwing could find the power to speak again after that.

"Vell...zat vas unexpected," Icy said.

"Oooh-lalaaaa, I had no idea zat Luggy vas such a good kisser!" Random sighed, with little hearts floating all around his head like a cloud of gnats.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE HE DID ZAT TO ME!!! OH PRIMUS, I'VE BEEN CONTAMINATED VITH HIS FILTH!!!" Hothead screeched.

"Oooh, stop being such a drama-bot! You enjoyed it!" Random chortled knowingly, causing Hothead to flush.

"I...I did not! How DARE you?!"

"Ohh, I dare! I dare! Hahahahah!!!"

"VHY YOU LITTLE-!!"

"Hahahahah!!! You vere blushing vhen he kissed you! Zat's how I know! You liked it!" Random cackled.

"I...I vasn't blushing!" Hothead lied, going purple in the faceplate again.

"Yes you vere! And you're doing it vright now! Hohohohoho!!!"

"S-Shut up, you fragging glitch!"

"Never! Hohohohoho, I am NEVER gonna let you forget zhis moment! NEVER!!!" Random clapped his servos and whooped with glee. "As for me, I'm going to see if I can steal another kisseroo from Luggy! He's such a good kisser, ja...."

"NEEEEEEEEIN!!! I AM NEVER GOING THROUGH ZAT AGAIN!!! NEVER, YOU HEAR ME?!" Hothead yelled.

"Ohh, ve'll see how long ZAT lasts..." Random cackled, rubbing his servos together in an almost fiendish manner.

For once, Icy had nothing to say. He decided to remain in his dormant state, while Hothead and Random continued their back and forth banter. He would never admit it to Hothead, but to his utter amazement, he had to agree with Random; Lugnut WAS a good kisser. Maybe he was missing out on something after all. Maybe, just maybe....he could take up an interest in pursuing Lugnut. Who knows? Maybe he would enjoy it...

~FINI~