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::Megatron, Bee told me something troubling and I just… I need to hear from you. I need to know you’re still here, beloved.::

 willnotgogently:

 mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

The voice is still Megatron’s but isn’t, a foreign resonance infects the sound.

::Beloved? So you have fallen prey to this inane concept of affection for this arrogant fool. Your would-be herald is gone, and I will use him to rain down destruction across the universe!::

Unicron is both amused and irritated at such bold claims against what he knows to be facts. The mortal is below him and his time will soon be cut short, but after such an outburst, what better way punish him than to show him in person how wrong he really was?

::So be it. Then you shall gaze upon what your Megatron has wrought, and despair.::

::Shove it up your exhaust port.:: Was all Rung snapped back before angrily typing in the coordinates that he was getting. He paused just long enough to make an adjustment so he would not just drop directly in front of the mech and chance getting a rocket to the face. Leaving a note to his lovers that he would be back soon, he made the jump, gripping his staff tightly.

So many pests. He can’t understand their connection to each other, not when there is so much war and death and deceit. He could see clearly into the Allspark and even Primus could not be trusted for all his Order. These creatures are fools to believe that they matter at all, even less that others do, or that they somehow had more value together.

“What folly,” he mused as Rung made himself known. He almost laughed at the staff in his hands; as if even a hundred mortal mechs could bring him to heel, let alone one! Unicron raises Megatron’s rusted arms, showing himself. 

“Behold your fool, felled and resurrected by his own arrogance. He begged to wield the power of the Unmaker, and when I refused him, conspired against me with Primus’ disciple. Now in death, this soulless vessel is mine, a testament to his failure of a betrayal!”

::Megatron, Bee told me something troubling and I just… I need to hear from you. I need to know you’re still here, beloved.::

 willnotgogently:

 mightymegatron:

mightymegatron:

The voice is still Megatron’s but isn’t, a foreign resonance infects the sound.

::Beloved? So you have fallen prey to this inane concept of affection for this arrogant fool. Your would-be herald is gone, and I will use him to rain down destruction across the universe!::

::The arrogant fool called upon me, thinking himself worthy to be my Herald unto this world when he could not even slay the disciple of Primus! He was blind in his lust for power, but I alone decide who can wield my power.::

::He has been more useful to me dead.::

Unicron is not hiding his location, his coordinates easily traceable through his comm. Maybe he is taunting Rung, maybe he hungers and has set them out as a lure. Maybe he is so confident that he doesn’t care who knows where he is.

Maybe he doesn’t realize he’s broadcasting them.

::That’s a lie. He’s done some things wrong but he would never call on you.:: Rung grit his dentae and headed out towards his room so he could grab the bracelet he and Red found what seemed like ages ago. ::And he’s not dead, I refuse to believe his spark has been extinguished by someone like you.::

Unicron is both amused and irritated at such bold claims against what he knows to be facts. The mortal is below him and his time will soon be cut short, but after such an outburst, what better way punish him than to show him in person how wrong he really was?

::So be it. Then you shall gaze upon what your Megatron has wrought, and despair.::

::Megatron, Bee told me something troubling and I just… I need to hear from you. I need to know you’re still here, beloved.::

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

The voice is still Megatron’s but isn’t, a foreign resonance infects the sound.

::Beloved? So you have fallen prey to this inane concept of affection for this arrogant fool. Your would-be herald is gone, and I will use him to rain down destruction across the universe!::

::It is not inane. We love each other. Who are you? Why are you on this comm line?:: Rung still sounded distressed and there was a faint tremor of anger there.

::Love! You parasites know nothing of love. I am Unicron, your Unmaker, and I have taken command of this lowly vessel to bring about the End.::

::How in the Pit did you take over my beloved? Where are you?::

::The arrogant fool called upon me, thinking himself worthy to be my Herald unto this world when he could not even slay the disciple of Primus! He was blind in his lust for power, but I alone decide who can wield my power.::

::He has been more useful to me dead.::

Unicron is not hiding his location, his coordinates easily traceable through his comm. Maybe he is taunting Rung, maybe he hungers and has set them out as a lure. Maybe he is so confident that he doesn’t care who knows where he is.

Maybe he doesn’t realize he’s broadcasting them.

::Megatron, Bee told me something troubling and I just… I need to hear from you. I need to know you’re still here, beloved.::

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

The voice is still Megatron’s but isn’t, a foreign resonance infects the sound.

::Beloved? So you have fallen prey to this inane concept of affection for this arrogant fool. Your would-be herald is gone, and I will use him to rain down destruction across the universe!::

::It is not inane. We love each other. Who are you? Why are you on this comm line?:: Rung still sounded distressed and there was a faint tremor of anger there.

::Love! You parasites know nothing of love. I am Unicron, your Unmaker, and I have taken command of this lowly vessel to bring about the End.::

Megatron, have you heard from Bumblebee? He’s trapped somewhere and I know he said he’s going to get out, I just… Can you come over? I’d feel better with you here with me…

Megatron’s spark would ache if he could hear all of these. His friend is in peril, his love is wracked with worry and calling for him… But he can hear nothing. The terrorcon screams into the void with his voice, frustrated that he can’t find the mechs in his helm.

Fluster my muse: Though I no longer hold you in my arms, you remain evermore, written into my very code. I find myself changed for having touched you, for feeling your words wind ’round this fractured spark. Imagining knowing such change again drives me to frenzy, an addiction I am loathe to escape.

 willnotgogently:

 mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

There is no way he can properly answer this, he’s smiling too much, bound up in the wonderful words. “I would very much like to kiss you. The sooner the better.”

Given permission, Megatron stood fully again, bringing Rung up with him by supporting his upper back and hips. The cloth long forgotten, it fluttered on the floor as he walked past it with the other in his embrace, enjoying the way Rung’s arms wrapped around his neck. His own field prickled wherever they touched, as if trying to keep them together. In a few short steps, Megatron was able to turn and sit on his berth and lean back against the wall.

Looking up now into Rung’s brilliant optics, the warlord was serious for a moment. “I want to make you forget to be used to being treated poorly. It isn’t something you should be accustomed to, not when you are my equal.“ He was lost again then, taking in the sight of the gentle orange mech so comfortably astride him with a soft grin. “It almost feels like dreaming, though I’m hard-pressed to remember when I’ve had one so pleasant.”

His gaze was soft as he stroked his hand along Megatron’s chassis, his thighs tightening around the bigger mech as much as he could.  He wasn’t afraid of being dropped but he did like to feel the shift of sturdy strong metal under him.  There was a faint flush to his cheeks and he reached for one of the large hands so he could bring it to his cheek, lean into it and kiss the war stained palm.  If Megatron wanted to help him forget that he used to be an object then he’d go along with him.

“If you think that you’re dreaming now, I could perceive that as a challenge you know.  Stating that might just make me want to spoil you some more.  I should find some nice oils for us to share.”

Perhaps he really was going soft, he certainly felt that way. But strangely, the idea didn’t bother him like it once would have. Was it really a sign of weakness to be moved by a gentle touch and kind words, to extend the same? His servo cupped Rung’s warm cheek, fascinated by its glow. His own couldn’t do that, though his half-lidded optics were brighter than usual, betraying the buzz of building charge in his lines.

“Spoiled? No- I would be blessed by anything you were inclined to share…” Sitting up a bit, Megatron leaned forward just enough for another kiss; he was growing rather fond of those. 

“And please, do consider it a challenge.”

Fluster my muse: Though I no longer hold you in my arms, you remain evermore, written into my very code. I find myself changed for having touched you, for feeling your words wind ’round this fractured spark. Imagining knowing such change again drives me to frenzy, an addiction I am loathe to escape.

 willnotgogently:

 mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

There is no way he can properly answer this, he’s smiling too much, bound up in the wonderful words. “I would very much like to kiss you. The sooner the better.”

“I wouldn’t worry. He is an exemplary sparring partner, quick to learn and by now, used to being out-sized…” Megatron made a quiet noise and gently removed Rung’s servo from under the guard of his helmet. His audial fins were so rarely touched; they were quite sensitive.

“And you both deserve far better. You are no object, Rung. No mere bauble could come close to all you encompass. Your elegance, your eloquence, your every detail… As such…”

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“I know he’s amazing.  I still can’t help but worry about him though.” Rung took a breath and leaned his forehead against Megatron’s abdomen.  A faint shiver rolled across him and he pushed his EM field reached out to his lover, fluttering along his plating.  He peeked up at him and tilted his helm slightly. “I was considered an object though, so I’m used to it.  I’m always glad when you don’t look at me like that, however.  When I’m with you I feel like you always understand me.”

Reaching his arms up, he gingerly flexed his fingers, pushing up on his pedes to better reach.  “I dont mind if you pick me up.  Please, hold me close to you.”

Given permission, Megatron stood fully again, bringing Rung up with him by supporting his upper back and hips. The cloth long forgotten, it fluttered on the floor as he walked past it with the other in his embrace, enjoying the way Rung’s arms wrapped around his neck. His own field prickled wherever they touched, as if trying to keep them together. In a few short steps, Megatron was able to turn and sit on his berth and lean back against the wall.

Looking up now into Rung’s brilliant optics, the warlord was serious for a moment. “I want to make you forget to be used to being treated poorly. It isn’t something you should be accustomed to, not when you are my equal.“ He was lost again then, taking in the sight of the gentle orange mech so comfortably astride him with a soft grin. "It almost feels like dreaming, though I’m hard-pressed to remember when I’ve had one so pleasant.”

Fluster my muse: Though I no longer hold you in my arms, you remain evermore, written into my very code. I find myself changed for having touched you, for feeling your words wind ’round this fractured spark. Imagining knowing such change again drives me to frenzy, an addiction I am loathe to escape.

 willnotgogently:

willnotgogently:

There is no way he can properly answer this, he’s smiling too much, bound up in the wonderful words. “I would very much like to kiss you. The sooner the better.”

“I appreciate the thought, but I think Bee would more appreciate someone helping him to learn how to fend off a large threat by himself. It bothered him a lot that he was treated like an object. Picked up and carted around like so much luggage.” Rung squeezed his audial gently then rubbed along the length of it, shuddering softly as he leaned up for another kiss. “I’m used to being treated as an object. I learned a long while ago how to compartmentalize the things that happened to me, for the most part.”

Obviously not fully. He was still nervous of thunderstorms and the first hint he got that someone was stalking him would give him horrible flashbacks.

“I wouldn’t worry. He is an exemplary sparring partner, quick to learn and by now, used to being out-sized…” Megatron made a quiet noise and gently removed Rung’s servo from under the guard of his helmet. His audial fins were so rarely touched; they were quite sensitive.

“And you both deserve far better. You are no object, Rung. No mere bauble could come close to all you encompass. Your elegance, your eloquence, your every detail… As such…”

Megatron rested his servo at Rung’s hip, thumb brushing the seam there. 

“…I ask your permission before carrying you somewhere more comfortable than the middle of my floor. If not, I would happily escort you.”

Fluster my muse: Though I no longer hold you in my arms, you remain evermore, written into my very code. I find myself changed for having touched you, for feeling your words wind ’round this fractured spark. Imagining knowing such change again drives me to frenzy, an addiction I am loathe to escape.

willnotgogently:

willnotgogently:

There is no way he can properly answer this, he’s smiling too much, bound up in the wonderful words. “I would very much like to kiss you. The sooner the better.”

“No, this one only tried to kidnap him. And then me.” Rung shook his head a bit, sighing as he curled his fingers against Megatron’s audials and nipped at his lower lip. A soft groan was pulled from him and he almost crawled up the other mechs frame. “We’re both fine, and the Predacon has been scolded for it…”

Megatron’s senses were at war, part of him alarmed that his friend and lover had nearly been taken, while the other part of him tensed in surprise and pleasure as Rung’s digits slid up underneath his helmet. It was delightfully maddening.

“Good to know that I have one less person to kill, then…” He smirked, tilting his helm into the attention. So what if he was a massive cybercat. “If he had succeeded in keeping you, I would have torn the world apart to find you both again…”