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raisedbymoogles) wrote2013-08-05 12:22 am
raisedbymoogles) wrote2013-08-05 12:22 am
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In which, apparently, Primal has a kink for being manipulated.
I had a dream in which Megatron... kind of seduces Optimus Primal? Via coercion? I'm still not entirely sure this makes sense, but this is my attempt at transcribing it.
This came out as an AU ‘cause there’s mention of humans. Maybe it’s part of steampunk’verse, I dunno.
*
Low on energy and shivering miserably even clutched flush against Megatron’s chest, Optimus struggled to reboot his battle routines. He got nothing but error messages and hiccups that twisted not-quite-painfully in his lines every time Megatron’s grip shifted. He exvented quickly and tried again, growling in frustration when he couldn’t summon up much more than a full-body twitch. Megatron’s rich, smug chuckle vibrated through him, eliciting another growl.
“You won’t win, Megatron,” he snapped out, trying to salvage some of his pride.
“Ah, but I already have, Optimus Primal. Yes.” Megatron turned him around so they were face to face, putting his back to the dead wreck that had been a shuttle. “You have made an extensive study of the deeds of Optimus Prime, have you not?”
Though suspicious, Optimus nodded. “I did a thesis on his Earth campaign.” It had been considered exceptional enough to be published in the Iacon University’s database, but Optimus saw no reason to bring that up. Megatron was already smiling in grim satisfaction anyway.
“I too have studied the so-called greatest of the Primes,” Megatron told him. “Though I daresay you would not recognize my sources. I know what he would do, and that means-” He paused to smirk, their faces far too close for decency or dignity. “-I know what you must do, yes, to be the Maximal you want to be.”
He loosed his hold abruptly; Optimus went down in the snow with a stifled gasp. “I give you complete freedom, Optimus Primal,” Megatron pronounced, turning away. “Do as you will.”
Optimus stayed where he was, dazed, as Megatron walked away and re-entered the broken shuttle. The bitter wind howled over the mountain Megatron’s shuttle and his flight mode had carved charred furrows in as they’d crashed, chilling his internals; he couldn’t stay out here for much longer. In the valley, he could see the faint glow of a human settlement - he thought he could find shelter there. And leave Megatron to whatever he’s planning? he protested to himself.
Optimus looked back at the shuttle hatch where Megatron had disappeared. He felt totally constrained by Megatron’s knowledge of him; no matter where he turned, the renegade Predacon was there to block his path, without even being anywhere in sight.
He shuddered, an unwelcome warmth curling through his circuits that had nothing to do with the ambient temperature. He hated himself for it, but he was unbearably turned on.
Perhaps Optimus Prime could have found a way out of this - without the benefit of a Prime’s wisdom, Optimus Primal could not. Reluctantly, he turned to enter the shuttle, to offer Megatron what aid he could.
This came out as an AU ‘cause there’s mention of humans. Maybe it’s part of steampunk’verse, I dunno.
*
Low on energy and shivering miserably even clutched flush against Megatron’s chest, Optimus struggled to reboot his battle routines. He got nothing but error messages and hiccups that twisted not-quite-painfully in his lines every time Megatron’s grip shifted. He exvented quickly and tried again, growling in frustration when he couldn’t summon up much more than a full-body twitch. Megatron’s rich, smug chuckle vibrated through him, eliciting another growl.
“You won’t win, Megatron,” he snapped out, trying to salvage some of his pride.
“Ah, but I already have, Optimus Primal. Yes.” Megatron turned him around so they were face to face, putting his back to the dead wreck that had been a shuttle. “You have made an extensive study of the deeds of Optimus Prime, have you not?”
Though suspicious, Optimus nodded. “I did a thesis on his Earth campaign.” It had been considered exceptional enough to be published in the Iacon University’s database, but Optimus saw no reason to bring that up. Megatron was already smiling in grim satisfaction anyway.
“I too have studied the so-called greatest of the Primes,” Megatron told him. “Though I daresay you would not recognize my sources. I know what he would do, and that means-” He paused to smirk, their faces far too close for decency or dignity. “-I know what you must do, yes, to be the Maximal you want to be.”
He loosed his hold abruptly; Optimus went down in the snow with a stifled gasp. “I give you complete freedom, Optimus Primal,” Megatron pronounced, turning away. “Do as you will.”
Optimus stayed where he was, dazed, as Megatron walked away and re-entered the broken shuttle. The bitter wind howled over the mountain Megatron’s shuttle and his flight mode had carved charred furrows in as they’d crashed, chilling his internals; he couldn’t stay out here for much longer. In the valley, he could see the faint glow of a human settlement - he thought he could find shelter there. And leave Megatron to whatever he’s planning? he protested to himself.
Optimus looked back at the shuttle hatch where Megatron had disappeared. He felt totally constrained by Megatron’s knowledge of him; no matter where he turned, the renegade Predacon was there to block his path, without even being anywhere in sight.
He shuddered, an unwelcome warmth curling through his circuits that had nothing to do with the ambient temperature. He hated himself for it, but he was unbearably turned on.
Perhaps Optimus Prime could have found a way out of this - without the benefit of a Prime’s wisdom, Optimus Primal could not. Reluctantly, he turned to enter the shuttle, to offer Megatron what aid he could.
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