Drawn From a Hat: Transformers
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Adult ++
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8
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Sweet Little One (Megatron/Sam)
Title: Sweet Little One
Fandom: Transformers
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 8
Pairing: Megatron/Sam
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,063
AN: *sighs* Last one for this set. I hope you all enjoy and love on.
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It wasn’t often that he had a vision while awake, with no boundaries between him and the sudden appearance of them. Usually his subconscious would take them and turn them into dreams that were vivid and usually easily remembered. But sometimes…sometimes they were important enough to come to him while he was awake, making it feel as if his mind was breaking and reforming. It never lasted longer then an hour but still it nearly made it impossible to do anything but moan softly in pain.
The newest vision was of Soundwave and what he was up to now. Optimus and the others were hunting for the clues to figure out where the new Decepticon base was while Megatron was sitting in the darkened med bay with the young seer laying upon his chassis, soaking up the warmth of his spark. It was a sweet sight to see and one many of the mechs would enjoy if Sam wasn’t in so much pain.
Sighing through his vents, the ex-overlord moved his claws gently through Sams long hair, lips twitching at the hum of delight he got from the small human. It wasn’t often he got to be with Sam alone after all, every bot wanting a bit of the small humans time in some way. On top of that, there were the classes that the humans were taking in Cybertronian history, myths, politics and basic rules and laws. So they were all rather busy with that to.
“Are you thinking deep thoughts?” came a quiet, sweet voice from his chest, drawing Megatron from his musing of their lives up to this point.
“Yes, to a point,” Megatron hummed quietly, gently massaging the top of Sams head. Feeling the lean body arch into the touch, he chuckled quietly, shaking his head.
“What are you thinking about this time?” Sam asked, voice drowsy and content.
“How I get to see you alone so very little, how everyone seems to flock to you and how busy every human seems to be with their classes,” the large mech drawled, continuing to play with the humans hair. He was surprised at how fascinating he found the long locks to be, always being indulged by his charge when he played with them.
“Yes, it seems as if no one has any real time off now days, especially since we’re just setting up the base and finishing off the complete cure for the virus just in case,” the small of the two huffed as he flipped onto his back and stretched his body out slowly before relaxing again, eyes half shut as he watched the silver face above him. “I really don’t think you should change your optics to blue. It wouldn’t look right with your color scheme.” Megatron raised an eyebrow at the young male as he did a semblance of a blink as the considered the suggestion.
“Why do you say that little one?” Megatron asked, smoothing down the blanket over Sam, before doing the same to his hair. He should have had Frenzy braid the humans hair, making him frown in thought.
“Because a lighter shade of red would do a lot better then the bright red you have now. But blue wouldn’t look good on you,” Sam mused quietly, watching the red optics above him soften. “Anyways, I would think Bumblebee and Starscream would throw fits if you changed the color just to sooth old wounds that are already healing over.”
“Sam,” the large mech started, before closing his mouth, seeing the stubborn glint in Sams eyes. He knew better then to argue with the little human, knowing full well what would happen if he did. Ex-overlord and all around scary mech aside, he had no urge to be ignored for six weeks again, all the while being pouted at. It had turned out to be the worst kind of torture. “Fine. I’ll get a softer shade of red,” Megatron said, sounding resigned. Sam just looked rather smug as he sat up on Megatrons chest. Shoving his hair back, he patted the plating he was sitting on with a smile of happiness.
“Good. We actually have some rather nice shades. Apparently Ratchet collected hard to repair parts where he could and those included optics and optic wires,” Sam said wincing lightly. “He likened it to a human donating their organs. But since you guys are giant robots, you can hold parts for later use.”
“It’s true. My own doctor did the same with our dead if we were able to bring them back with us,” the large mech agree, nodding his head with a smile. “With the war, parts were in high demand. Where has Ratchet hidden the parts?” he asked, curiosity in his voice. Sam tilted his head before snickering.
“His traveling pod has about 20 more sub-space pockets then a normal one would. When they arrived in a new system, he would find an uninhabited planet and hide it there. Since we came here, he has a place to store the parts and figure out how to make the metal of your bodies from here,” Sam explained, beaming up at his friend, who looked to be thinking deeply, even as one clawed hand came up to curl around him, allowing the small human to relax again.
“I believe Starscream has quite a bit of parts and bodies on Mars,” Megatron drawled.
“Maybe that’s what Optimus and Starscream were talking about earlier? He was talking about a trip off world,” the male mused as he settled against the palm. “If he has more, then we will have needed parts and less worry about them for later fights,” he continued.
“Was the vision that worrisome?” the black and silver mech asked, getting a nod. “We’ll figure out what to do with Soundwave and my ex master.”
“It won’t be more then a few years before they attack, looking for something. I’m thinking it’s energon since our communication systems are so encrypted that not even Soundwave can hack them,” Sam thought aloud. Running a thumb over the lean back, Megatron nodded his head before he picked the young male up, standing up from the berth.
“For now, let’s go talk with the others about your newest vision, get you some tea and enjoy the night air,” he suggested, getting a happy nod from his little human.
Fandom: Transformers
Club/Contest: Drawn From a Hat
Pairing Number: 8
Pairing: Megatron/Sam
Category: Shonen-Ai
Word count: 1,063
AN: *sighs* Last one for this set. I hope you all enjoy and love on.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It wasn’t often that he had a vision while awake, with no boundaries between him and the sudden appearance of them. Usually his subconscious would take them and turn them into dreams that were vivid and usually easily remembered. But sometimes…sometimes they were important enough to come to him while he was awake, making it feel as if his mind was breaking and reforming. It never lasted longer then an hour but still it nearly made it impossible to do anything but moan softly in pain.
The newest vision was of Soundwave and what he was up to now. Optimus and the others were hunting for the clues to figure out where the new Decepticon base was while Megatron was sitting in the darkened med bay with the young seer laying upon his chassis, soaking up the warmth of his spark. It was a sweet sight to see and one many of the mechs would enjoy if Sam wasn’t in so much pain.
Sighing through his vents, the ex-overlord moved his claws gently through Sams long hair, lips twitching at the hum of delight he got from the small human. It wasn’t often he got to be with Sam alone after all, every bot wanting a bit of the small humans time in some way. On top of that, there were the classes that the humans were taking in Cybertronian history, myths, politics and basic rules and laws. So they were all rather busy with that to.
“Are you thinking deep thoughts?” came a quiet, sweet voice from his chest, drawing Megatron from his musing of their lives up to this point.
“Yes, to a point,” Megatron hummed quietly, gently massaging the top of Sams head. Feeling the lean body arch into the touch, he chuckled quietly, shaking his head.
“What are you thinking about this time?” Sam asked, voice drowsy and content.
“How I get to see you alone so very little, how everyone seems to flock to you and how busy every human seems to be with their classes,” the large mech drawled, continuing to play with the humans hair. He was surprised at how fascinating he found the long locks to be, always being indulged by his charge when he played with them.
“Yes, it seems as if no one has any real time off now days, especially since we’re just setting up the base and finishing off the complete cure for the virus just in case,” the small of the two huffed as he flipped onto his back and stretched his body out slowly before relaxing again, eyes half shut as he watched the silver face above him. “I really don’t think you should change your optics to blue. It wouldn’t look right with your color scheme.” Megatron raised an eyebrow at the young male as he did a semblance of a blink as the considered the suggestion.
“Why do you say that little one?” Megatron asked, smoothing down the blanket over Sam, before doing the same to his hair. He should have had Frenzy braid the humans hair, making him frown in thought.
“Because a lighter shade of red would do a lot better then the bright red you have now. But blue wouldn’t look good on you,” Sam mused quietly, watching the red optics above him soften. “Anyways, I would think Bumblebee and Starscream would throw fits if you changed the color just to sooth old wounds that are already healing over.”
“Sam,” the large mech started, before closing his mouth, seeing the stubborn glint in Sams eyes. He knew better then to argue with the little human, knowing full well what would happen if he did. Ex-overlord and all around scary mech aside, he had no urge to be ignored for six weeks again, all the while being pouted at. It had turned out to be the worst kind of torture. “Fine. I’ll get a softer shade of red,” Megatron said, sounding resigned. Sam just looked rather smug as he sat up on Megatrons chest. Shoving his hair back, he patted the plating he was sitting on with a smile of happiness.
“Good. We actually have some rather nice shades. Apparently Ratchet collected hard to repair parts where he could and those included optics and optic wires,” Sam said wincing lightly. “He likened it to a human donating their organs. But since you guys are giant robots, you can hold parts for later use.”
“It’s true. My own doctor did the same with our dead if we were able to bring them back with us,” the large mech agree, nodding his head with a smile. “With the war, parts were in high demand. Where has Ratchet hidden the parts?” he asked, curiosity in his voice. Sam tilted his head before snickering.
“His traveling pod has about 20 more sub-space pockets then a normal one would. When they arrived in a new system, he would find an uninhabited planet and hide it there. Since we came here, he has a place to store the parts and figure out how to make the metal of your bodies from here,” Sam explained, beaming up at his friend, who looked to be thinking deeply, even as one clawed hand came up to curl around him, allowing the small human to relax again.
“I believe Starscream has quite a bit of parts and bodies on Mars,” Megatron drawled.
“Maybe that’s what Optimus and Starscream were talking about earlier? He was talking about a trip off world,” the male mused as he settled against the palm. “If he has more, then we will have needed parts and less worry about them for later fights,” he continued.
“Was the vision that worrisome?” the black and silver mech asked, getting a nod. “We’ll figure out what to do with Soundwave and my ex master.”
“It won’t be more then a few years before they attack, looking for something. I’m thinking it’s energon since our communication systems are so encrypted that not even Soundwave can hack them,” Sam thought aloud. Running a thumb over the lean back, Megatron nodded his head before he picked the young male up, standing up from the berth.
“For now, let’s go talk with the others about your newest vision, get you some tea and enjoy the night air,” he suggested, getting a happy nod from his little human.