Becoming Prime

Little side note to the story, it's based very loosely on the Alliance/Defiance verse concepts of the Decepticons being natural warriors and the Autobots not being. Tried to just put my own spin on it is all.

Again it gets pretty dark toward the end of the chapter but we can start seeing trickles of Megatron's plans coming through.
And just a quick run down
Cycle = Week
Solar cycle = month
Stellar cycle = year
(I made these timings up).

Unrequited

Megatron had kept his promise. Optimus had been repaired, but not by the usual medics. Not someone that Optimus had ever met before. Megatron had taken him to a place deep in the city. That had been first the time Optimus had really seen the city of Iacon. Megatron had commanded him to wear his battle mask at all times. This helped them blend in a little, as civilians rarely gave soldiers or warriors a second glance, merely ducked their heads and went on their way.

It had been many cycles since. Optimus was still a little wary of Megatron whenever he was near. To the untrained optic, it would appear to be as normal, but to the ones who knew him, Optimus was different. He had been quieter than usual, avoiding most contact bar that of his duties and the council members. Ultra Magnus was concerned. He decided it was high time he speak to Megatron. Surely the Lord High Protector would have some idea of what was going on with his Prime. His Prime, Ultra Magnus shuddered at the thought.
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Megatron sat in his personal quarters going over certain clerical duties which unfortunately came with his position. His thoughts drifted idly. He found himself thinking of Optimus, remembering how he’d moved beneath him, it’d been long enough he decided suddenly. He stood to leave the room, his door pinged. He sighed frustration building up inside him. Pushing his thoughts to one side, he composed himself with immense self control.

“Enter.”

A familiar face entered the room. The Autobot Ultra Magnus, Optimus’s life long friend. Megatron sat back down at his desk and eyed the ‘bot curiously, gesturing to the seat in front of him. Ultra Magnus nodded and sat, his demeanour was uncomfortable, Megatron knew he was intimidated by him and relished the thought.

“How can I help you Ultra?” Ultra Magnus looked nervous he glanced down at his hands. “It’s about Optimus.” Megatron raised his sub orbital plating curiously.

“He seems, different. Not himself. Cut off you know.”

“I do not, explain why you think this.”

“It’s just he wont even talk to me, always has some excuse, somewhere else to be.”

Megatron smiled at the ‘bots insecurity. “You’re worried about him? Feel his duties maybe too much?”

“Yes, I mean no, of course not. I just wanted to let you know my feelings, what I’ve observed.”

“You have been watching him?”

Ultra Magnus’s optics widened at the accusation. “No, I wouldn’t. I just…” He stammered. Megatron chuckled. “If it means that much to you Ultra I will most certainly look into it.” He stood signalling the end of the meeting.

“Thank you, I knew I could tell you, you’re the closest to him so if anyone would know if something was wrong it’d be you.” Ultra Magnus gave a curt nod and left the room. Megatron stood slightly stunned, truth was, he hadn’t noticed a difference. That in itself surprised him, there should have been some sign, some lingering after affect of his trauma, his humiliation, there had been nothing. Megatron growled subconsciously at this. He could not afford to lose control of Optimus now. He vacated the room swiftly.

Megatron never got to where he was intending. An emergency council meeting had been called. Megatron cursed his luck; however, knowing that Optimus would be there he went along, it would be the perfect opportunity to see if there was indeed any truth in Ultra Magnus’s words. Having not signalled his reply to the meeting request, he slid into the council chambers unnoticed. His deep red optics scanned the large room from the shadows.

Optimus was sat in his usual place. He watched over the meeting quietly as the council members bickered loudly amongst themselves. He actually found himself wishing that Megatron was here, he would control them much better, have them sat down and discussing their problems. Optimus dropped his head slightly wearily, that thought eating away at him. He exhaled air through his face plates. He stood confidently, only a couple of the council members spotted him, their optics became fixed on him as he cleared his vocal processor loudly. “Gentlemen please…be seated…” Hardly anyone heard him over the din. His optics narrowed, anger building in his systems, without warning his hand slammed down onto the table. Everyone jumped at the loud crash. The room fell silent, all optics were on Prime.

“Gentlemen, be seated.” He commanded firmly. Obediently the council members obliged and the meeting got underway.

From his shadowy corner Megatron was filled with a sense of pride and glee. Optimus had never been one for crowd control. He had seen the flash of anger in his optics, noted the impatient threat underlying his tone. It thrilled him; Ultra Magnus didn’t know how right he was. He turned to leave; a voice caught his audio processors.

“The central energon siphoning facility was attacked in the smaller city state of Vos outside of Iacon, we need to act. Those rebellious gangs must be stomped out before they breed unrest among the people.”

“Attacked when?” Optimus was concerned, Megatron listened intently.

“Last night.” Came the irate, ominous reply.

“Was anyone injured?”

Just like Optimus, mused Megatron. His first concern being the innocent victims.

“Only minor injuries. A lot of energon was stolen.”
“By whom?”

“We don’t know.”

“Find out. Report it to me as soon as you know. Place guards around the remaining energon depots. They are there to safe guard the energon only, they must not kill any intruders, merely detain them. Meeting dismissed.” The chambers erupted into a bustle of motion as the consulate vacated the building.

Megatron glanced into the room; he was satisfied by the outcome of the meeting.

He still had time.

He spotted Optimus by the large windows staring out onto the city below.

“You handled yourself well, Optimus.”

Optimus found himself subconsciously cringing at the sound of Megatron’s voice. He refused to let what he had done beat him down.

“Megatron, you were absent.”

“I was detained, in another meeting. With a friend of yours.” Optimus merely cast a quick look at him. Megatron moved to stand by his side.

“I am proud of how you held yourself in the meeting just now.”

“I don’t need your pride Megatron.” Optimus muttered dismissively.

“Is that so?” Megatron purred, letting his hand brush against Optimus’s ear finial softly. Optimus batted him away. Megatron growled a little at his reaction. His resistance, his distance merely made the desire all the more potent for Megatron. He moved swiftly. Optimus found himself pinned into the corner of the chambers, wedged between the cold window and the wall. He grunted as Megatron pressed his weight into him.

“So Optimus, you don’t crave my approval, desire my respect?” Optimus jerked his head away from Megatron’s fingers. Megatron snarled forcing Optimus to look at him. He planted a kiss onto his labia, probing, yearning, relentless. Optimus moaned, Megatron pulled away a grin forming on his features. “You don’t crave me?”

Optimus stared into his optics. “No, Megatron. Not like this.” Megatron’s upper lip curled into a snarl. He yanked down on Optimus’s ear finials, causing him to yelp and drop to his knees. “You will.” He growled menacingly.

Even if he had been capable Optimus wouldn’t put up a fight. Megatron forced himself upon him viciously, again and again, satisfying his insatiable appetite right there in the council chambers. He satisfied only himself in his anger and rejection, leaving Optimus once again frustrated and humiliated lying on the chamber floor as he desperately tried to control his own interface module’s pulsing, aching need. He curled inwardly, self loathing threatening to take over his logic circuits. He fought it as he lay there alone. He knew exactly what pain Megatron could inflict if he didn’t surrender to him; it was not something he ever wanted to experience again. This way at least Megatron could be kept placid. If he submitted completely to him, Megatron was appeased, calm.

Optimus however, never completely submitted. He never again begged Megatron for anything. Even when the pain, the humiliation was overwhelming, he bore it silently. He did not wish to give himself to Megatron so Megatron took what he wanted by force yet he always hoped that Optimus would accept him, give into him, desire him.

Slowly Optimus built up his mental barriers, protecting himself, retreating further more into himself, hiding behind his battle mask whenever possible, until he stopped removing it altogether. He endured Megatron’s domination, his lust and desire for many cycles which grew into long stellar cycles. Until one day something inside Optimus cracked, tired of hiding himself away, merely going through the motions of his duty as Prime. He decided to take control and began to wake up to the perils that now threatened his planet.

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