ask-unicron:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

*CLANG* UNICRON-!

….

What is… Rrrgh. My innermost energon is not something to be extracted regularly, nor simply because you ask! 

*Unicron pinned him down.* I chose you because, genetically, you are the healthiest of Megatrons. Just a little of the protective fluid around your spark, and my offspring will be strong. It won’t even hurt you, coward. A pinch and it is over. You go about your day. Really, you should consider it an honor.

If he was the healthiest, Megatron almost pitied his alternates. This thought is however fleeting, as the warlord is preoccupied with desperately trying to wrench himself free of Unicron’s grasp. “That fluid is already diminished! With less my spark will destabilize!” It was a lie, but he would rather die than reveal how horrified he was at the possibility of the god, of anyone forcibly taking such a thing from him… 

*Unicron kneels on top of Megatron, knees on either side of his hips. His gaze burns into Megatron’s.*

Rape. Really. You equate it with rape?

*He rolls his optics.*

Chaos above. Fine. Give me your arm.

He responds with a growl, core still alight with the pulse of dark energon.

“You are the Chaosbringer! Anything you give to your progeny will strengthen them far more than I!” …Oh. “…Or is it that you are unable to provide for them?”

A cruel smirk, even from underneath Unicron’s weight.

ask-unicron:

mighty-megatron:

ask-unicron:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

*CLANG* UNICRON-!

….

What is… Rrrgh. My innermost energon is not something to be extracted regularly, nor simply because you ask! 

*The blast singes one of his stabilizers, forcing the warlord to lower his altitude. Instead, he flies straight towards Unicron’s helm, transforming in mid-air, optics blazing purple with the poison in his veins. The leg that formed the injured part of his stabilizer leaves a trail of smoke behind him as he hurtles forward for a punch aimed directly for the Chaosbringer’s faceplates.*

*He takes the punch, feelinig two fangs knock loose. he huffs, then wraps an arm around megatron’s waist.* Got you.

*Megatron grins wickedly as the blow lands, only to find himself restrained at the waist. The proximity to Unicron’s spark makes his own pound and whirl in a way that forces him to bite back a strangled cry. His optics glowed even brighter, and the warlord gained enough of his faculties to charge his cannon and hold it to the helm of the offending god.*

Do not even think about it…you will pay in ways you cannot imagine.

Megatron snarled, words impossible. His arm shook as energy shot through his pain sensors, and the warlord uses his opposite servo to cling to Unicron’s shoulder to stabilize himself. The look on his face is crazed, twisted into a grimace, unable to properly access his firing protocols.*

ask-unicron:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

*CLANG* UNICRON-!

….

What is… Rrrgh. My innermost energon is not something to be extracted regularly, nor simply because you ask! 

*The blast singes one of his stabilizers, forcing the warlord to lower his altitude. Instead, he flies straight towards Unicron’s helm, transforming in mid-air, optics blazing purple with the poison in his veins. The leg that formed the injured part of his stabilizer leaves a trail of smoke behind him as he hurtles forward for a punch aimed directly for the Chaosbringer’s faceplates.*

*He takes the punch, feelinig two fangs knock loose. he huffs, then wraps an arm around megatron’s waist.* Got you.

*Megatron grins wickedly as the blow lands, only to find himself restrained at the waist. The proximity to Unicron’s spark makes his own pound and whirl in a way that forces him to bite back a strangled cry. His optics glowed even brighter, and the warlord gained enough of his faculties to charge his cannon and hold it to the helm of the offending god.*

ask-unicron:

mighty-megatron:

mightymegatron:

*CLANG* UNICRON-!

….

What is… Rrrgh. My innermost energon is not something to be extracted regularly, nor simply because you ask! 

*The blow was expected, and Megatron braces against it, sliding back a considerable distance, pedes gouging into the metallic ground. He transforms before his momentum slows and flies in an arch around Unicron, firing down at his form and roaring to stifle the growing painful throb in his spark.*

*A battle, after so long…by chaos, did it feel good! Unicron laughed, aiming an eyebeam blast toward Megatron’s wings. He wanted him crippled, not hurt.*

*The blast singes one of his stabilizers, forcing the warlord to lower his altitude. Instead, he flies straight towards Unicron’s helm, transforming in mid-air, optics blazing purple with the poison in his veins. The leg that formed the injured part of his stabilizer leaves a trail of smoke behind him as he hurtles forward for a punch aimed directly for the Chaosbringer’s faceplates.*

ask-unicron:

mighty-megatron:

ask-unicron:

mightymegatron:

*CLANG* UNICRON-!

….

What is… Rrrgh. My innermost energon is not something to be extracted regularly, nor simply because you ask! 

Oh. so you can use MY bodily fluids but I cannot use yours?

Exactly. I claimed your blood as my prize. I will not surrender any part of myself to you, as I have made more than clear in the past. 

I could simply overpower you, you know.

And yet you stand there and do not. I have resisted your influence more than once; even in the throes of agony I would not submit! *He feels the dark energon within him pulse as the god angers and stops, glaring up at Unicron in infamous defiance, as if daring the god to test his strength.*