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For Masi_Tfoot
Title: Compromises
Author: Rosieknight
Characters/Pairing: Optimus Prime/Megatron
Universe: Universe? What universe? (Probably G1)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Megs/OP, Compromises
Disclaimer: Not mine!
The ground shook with the impact of his body, sending even the bravest of the local wildlife fleeing in terror. The more timid - or intelligent - creatures have long since departed from the area devastated by the destructive alien machines.
"Give up, Prime?" snarled Megatron, looming over his fallen foe.
Optimus rumbled, growling from the very bottom of his vocal register. "Never!"
"Defiant to the end," the warlord purred, resting his cannon barrel on the armor protecting Optimus' spark. "Good."
Refusing to look away from his approaching death, the Prime watched, optics widening, as Megatron straddled his pelvic gimbal in a parody of intimacy.
"Remove it," the Decepticon ordered, tapping Prime's battle mask with one black finger. "Or I will, one way or another."
Optimus hesitated before retracting the mask, exposing his face to a hungry, red opticed stare.
Megatron's gaze swept Optimus' features, tracing every detail. "That's better," Megatron softly declared, leaning forward and sliding his hands up the red chassis beneath him to pin Prime's hands above the blue helm. "Much better."
"What are-" Optimus began before Megatron interrupted with a surprisingly gentle kiss.
Gaping for a moment as his shocked CPU tried to keep up, Optimus hesitantly returned the kiss.
"You, Optimus, are the only one I'd compromise my principals for. The only one I'd ever want to," murmured Megatron between kisses. "Do you feel the same, Prime?"
Optimus faltered for a moment, studying the silver mech above him. Finally, he relented. "No," he sighed. "But I believe that freedom is the right of all sentient beings. Even Decepticons," Optimus hurriedly added as Megatron pulled away, hurt in his optics. Freeing one hand from Megatron's grip, Prime stroked the back of the silver helmet, coaxing Megatron closer. "Thus, my principals are unaffected by this," murmured Optimus, nuzzling and kissing Megatron's face. "Perhaps you need to re-evaluate your principals?" A frown flicked across Optimus' face. "What principals are you compromising with this, anyway? Freedom through tyranny?"
Megatron snorted, but allowed Optimus to draw him back down. "Hardly. I wish for the destruction of the Towers' tyranny and all who embrace the corrupt pre-war system. And yet..." he mumbled against Optimus' lips. "And yet I find myself drawn to the very symbol of that system - you."
Glossa dueling in a heated kiss, Optimus clung to Megatron. His fingers dug into sensitive seams on the silver back as Prime tried silently to correct the Decepticon Lord's misconception of his origins.
Breaking the liplock to cycle air through his over-heating systems as Optimus bit harshly on neck and shoulder, Megatron panted, "For a Towers mech, you're more willing to be rough than I expected." He smiled, tilting his head to allow the Prime a larger target for his pleasurable assault. "I like it."
Optimus snorted, vents heaving. "I ain't no Towers' casher-mech, gettin' everythin' handed to 'em onna platter! I hadda work fer a livin'!"
"A docker?" gasped Megatron, letting out a strangled moan as Optimus nipped another sensitive spot on his neck. "How?"
A red shoulder shrugged. "'S a long story. Tell ya later?"
Megatron smiled, nuzzling Optimus' audio. "I'll agree to that only if you do exactly as I say for the rest of the night," he purred, "No hesitation or complaints."
"If this is a trick..."
Megatron shook his head. "No tricks, no deceit. Just you and I spending a very enjoyable, very interesting night together."
"All right," Optimus agreed, smiling, as he sealed their pact with a kiss.
"Good." Optics shining with happiness, Megatron rumbled as he claimed Optimus' lips, "Tonight, Prime, you're mine."
End
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Author: Rosieknight
Characters/Pairing: Optimus Prime/Megatron
Universe: Universe? What universe? (Probably G1)
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Megs/OP, Compromises
Disclaimer: Not mine!
The ground shook with the impact of his body, sending even the bravest of the local wildlife fleeing in terror. The more timid - or intelligent - creatures have long since departed from the area devastated by the destructive alien machines.
"Give up, Prime?" snarled Megatron, looming over his fallen foe.
Optimus rumbled, growling from the very bottom of his vocal register. "Never!"
"Defiant to the end," the warlord purred, resting his cannon barrel on the armor protecting Optimus' spark. "Good."
Refusing to look away from his approaching death, the Prime watched, optics widening, as Megatron straddled his pelvic gimbal in a parody of intimacy.
"Remove it," the Decepticon ordered, tapping Prime's battle mask with one black finger. "Or I will, one way or another."
Optimus hesitated before retracting the mask, exposing his face to a hungry, red opticed stare.
Megatron's gaze swept Optimus' features, tracing every detail. "That's better," Megatron softly declared, leaning forward and sliding his hands up the red chassis beneath him to pin Prime's hands above the blue helm. "Much better."
"What are-" Optimus began before Megatron interrupted with a surprisingly gentle kiss.
Gaping for a moment as his shocked CPU tried to keep up, Optimus hesitantly returned the kiss.
"You, Optimus, are the only one I'd compromise my principals for. The only one I'd ever want to," murmured Megatron between kisses. "Do you feel the same, Prime?"
Optimus faltered for a moment, studying the silver mech above him. Finally, he relented. "No," he sighed. "But I believe that freedom is the right of all sentient beings. Even Decepticons," Optimus hurriedly added as Megatron pulled away, hurt in his optics. Freeing one hand from Megatron's grip, Prime stroked the back of the silver helmet, coaxing Megatron closer. "Thus, my principals are unaffected by this," murmured Optimus, nuzzling and kissing Megatron's face. "Perhaps you need to re-evaluate your principals?" A frown flicked across Optimus' face. "What principals are you compromising with this, anyway? Freedom through tyranny?"
Megatron snorted, but allowed Optimus to draw him back down. "Hardly. I wish for the destruction of the Towers' tyranny and all who embrace the corrupt pre-war system. And yet..." he mumbled against Optimus' lips. "And yet I find myself drawn to the very symbol of that system - you."
Glossa dueling in a heated kiss, Optimus clung to Megatron. His fingers dug into sensitive seams on the silver back as Prime tried silently to correct the Decepticon Lord's misconception of his origins.
Breaking the liplock to cycle air through his over-heating systems as Optimus bit harshly on neck and shoulder, Megatron panted, "For a Towers mech, you're more willing to be rough than I expected." He smiled, tilting his head to allow the Prime a larger target for his pleasurable assault. "I like it."
Optimus snorted, vents heaving. "I ain't no Towers' casher-mech, gettin' everythin' handed to 'em onna platter! I hadda work fer a livin'!"
"A docker?" gasped Megatron, letting out a strangled moan as Optimus nipped another sensitive spot on his neck. "How?"
A red shoulder shrugged. "'S a long story. Tell ya later?"
Megatron smiled, nuzzling Optimus' audio. "I'll agree to that only if you do exactly as I say for the rest of the night," he purred, "No hesitation or complaints."
"If this is a trick..."
Megatron shook his head. "No tricks, no deceit. Just you and I spending a very enjoyable, very interesting night together."
"All right," Optimus agreed, smiling, as he sealed their pact with a kiss.
"Good." Optics shining with happiness, Megatron rumbled as he claimed Optimus' lips, "Tonight, Prime, you're mine."
End
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