Really now. And what motive do you have in telling me this, Unicron?
Perhaps they are not the only ones rooting for you.
.You mean yourself? Why do you hope for my success, if only to further your own schemes over Cybertron? Not through force nor false promises will I ever be your puppet! And neither shall Soundwave, or any future tainted in my domain fall prey to you, so long as I function.
*Unicron stared down at the war-lord, blood dripping from a dozen wounds in his avatar. The decepticon leader had caused him more pain than he had ever tolerated from a servant, but the battle ended as it was destined to. Megatron was mortal, after all.
The chaos bringer licked his lips, tasting blood. It had been a while since he’d been hurt this badly…
The decepticon leader had collapsed onto him in exhaustion, blades dripping. The Warlord was just as badly damaged at his master…if not worse.
Megatron began to fall, gravity taking it’s course. Unicron reached out, wraping an arm around the warriors waist to hold him up.
It would be far too easy to kill him now…and worthy opponents were hard to find…. Unicron extended his free hand, gathering the earth and sand beneath them to form a recharge berth. He settled back onto it, holding Megatron to his chest. Unicron stared down at his servant, running his claws over megatron’s wounds, sealing them with his blood.
When the emperor of destruction awoke, they would resume their battle. but for now, he was a warm body, and it felt nice to have him close by.
You both are bound to me. I have lain claim to the two of you. Should Primus or my alternate attempt to take you, I will protect my property.
You played with black magic. and it consumed you. The dark energon is a part of you…no one can save you from the choices you made. or the consequences.
You belong to me, now.
Megatron stands, slashing through the air with his servo.
“I belong to no one! And I will not allow Soundwave to fall into your hold ever again.” The dark energon burned within him to the point that his vision blurred. My strength will not fail, he thinks, even as his frame shakes with foreign charge.
“I will protect him from you, and any future heir.”
If he will not tell you, I will. Your Spymaster has been keeping secrets…but that has always been his specialty, hasn’t it?
*He puts a hand on Megatron’s chest and pushed himself off, rising to his feet.*
*The contact makes him seize up again, but it passes once Unicron stands.*
You granted him that? You possess that power? *He shakes his helm and clenches his fists, plating clamped tight around himself in anger.* What have you done to him in return? Bound him to you once more?
I would know what you taste like, should I tire of your ingratitude. I spare your homeworld, grant mercy to your species, AND provide your consort with the means to create an heir for you. I can understand not wanting to spare the ichor that comes from your very soul…but a little RESPECT goes a long way.
*He leans forward, bringing his face close to the tyrants… this may not be HIS megatron, but Unicron and the decepticon leader have always been connected…Even with this alternate, sparks fly between them as he faces down his chosen warrior.*
I know you will never bow to me…but if you can thank me, I won’t forcefully take what I require from you.
*Energy jumps between their chests and Megatron goes rigid, vocalizer spouting static before he clenches his jaw to stifle it. Something about Unicron’s speech distracts him, even from the pain of his proximity and the god’s request… Consort..? His optics widen.*
What are you talking about?
No, none of you may lick me. Even if you could find me I have no desire for organic glossae on my plating.
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