Title: Movieverse Drabbles
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S through Z › Transformers (Movie Only)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
4,784
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Title: Movieverse Drabbles
Title: Drabbles
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Pairing generator is love. Slash!
Note: I'm going to be realllllly stringent on the adult stuff. I'm listing this one under that label so underaged people can't read. Sorry, but I'm protecting you, and myself.
The Transformers 2007 Movie Random Pairing Generator - Major Characters Version
Megatron / Optimus Prime / unworthy
"You should feel honored, Prime." Megatron hisses, broad hand splaying over the sealed compartment of the Autobot's chest plates.
Optimus refuses to respond, twisting his head away. His dermal facial plates were laid bare to the Decepticon's tender mercy, the Autobot leader's battle mask brutally ripped from its sheaths when Prime had previously refused to reveal his face to his captor.
"Most mechs are unworthy of my attentions." He shudders, fuel pump churning, filled with cold spikes of disgust and terror as sharp fangs brush the smooth edge of his cheek.
Where had they gone wrong? He wonders.
"You provided me with an opportunity that I would not dare ignore." Megatron, seemingly capable of reading his rival's mind, and continues to taunt the bound mech, "All of your efforts, wasted. You and the rest of your soldiers arrived on this planet far too late."
Suddenly Optimus' entire body bucks, from the sharp connection of Megatron brutally establishing connection - interface cable snapping home into his access port - while a low sound of pain follows from the screeching drag of talons raking down his chest plates.
"Did you really think these organic insects could contain me forever!"
Prime's hands fist, twisting within their restraints, the crude chains denting blue and red paint.
"This base that once held me, is now my latest stronghold." Megatron finds pleasure in boasting of his success.
But yet he finds even more pleasure in wringing out small sounds of frustration/pleasure/agony from his pet, pressing forward until their chests impact, nestling his codpiece against Prime's, waist entrapped within the tangle of the Autobot's long, strong limbs.
His other hand forms a cage around the back of the mech's blue helm, talons clacking against the smooth, brilliant hued paint. "Just remember that I am the only one preventing your precious soldiers from enduring my warriors' pleasures." Megatron warns, red-hot optics transfixing sapphire blue. "All I need to do is give the command...I'm sure Blackout is most eager to dig his talons into your medic..."
A metallic, rippling sob of air escaped Prime's vents, shoulders slumping in defeat, the small trembling resistance collapsing under the threat to his friends and soldiers. "A-As you wish...Megatron."
A loud rumbling purr trickles from Megatron's chest, dermal plates heating with excitement. "Such a good pet." He compliments.
The Transformers 2007 Movie Random Pairing Generator - Major Characters Version
Megatron / Optimus Prime / neurosis
You plague me, Prime.
You're like a disease. A cancer eating away at my dermal plates.
A neurosis that haunts my CPU every waking orn.
There is no cure for this sickness.
And yet I would wish for no antidote for your poison.
After...all. Finally, you are mine at last.
"Brother...why..."
Megatron runs talons along collar bone struts in a soothing gesture, nudging the bowed head upwards in order to gaze deeply into cloudy sapphire optics. "The Council is composed of senile fools." He whispers darkly, pressing close to his...his Prime. "This must be done. For the good of Cybertron. For the good of all mechs."
Optimus' head lolls, snared deep within the cold embrace of the implanted virus, physique and CPU greatly weakened, allowing Megatron an endless amount of time to shift and fashion the fellow mech into any desirable position upon the throne seated at Megatron's right hand. "T-the...all...AllSparkkk..." Prime is unable to connect his words, sentences slurring.
"Under my control once again." Megatron intercedes. "No thanks to your efforts, though. What were you thinking, to try to dispatch the AllSpark off the planet?" He demands.
"......n-No choizzz...lleeffft.."
He sighs, disappointed. "And because of your actions, I must assure that you are properly contained until such thoughts no longer infect your CPU."
"Pleazzz!" Optimus jolts, head thrown back. Megatron catches him before he slips from his seat. "...don..don't doooo thhiizz, Brother--"
"You make this harder for the both of us, Prime." Megatron warns, before slipping his talons between thick cables, and hitting the proper receptors.
Immediately Prime stiffens, optics brightening in pain and surprise, before sharply falling dark. His arms fall slack, limply collapsing all the way into Megatron's arms, forced into emergency lock down.
Megatron's red optics catch the red visor gaze staring back stoicly from the deep recesses of the corner of his throne room. "Indicate for the soldiers to proceed with the attack upon the Council, Soundwave. And bring me prisoners this time."
"As My Lord Commands." Soundwave bows, fist overlaying his Spark.
Megatron doesn't not bother to watch the officer retreat from his chambers, instead tracing the sweeping lines of Prime's reposed face, flicking the edges of the inlaid flames dressing the front of Optimus' chassis.
'You're an obsession, Prime.' He does not hold a scrap of shame in making that admittance. 'But at least you are mine.'
Disclaimer: Not mine!
Summary: Pairing generator is love. Slash!
Note: I'm going to be realllllly stringent on the adult stuff. I'm listing this one under that label so underaged people can't read. Sorry, but I'm protecting you, and myself.
The Transformers 2007 Movie Random Pairing Generator - Major Characters Version
Megatron / Optimus Prime / unworthy
"You should feel honored, Prime." Megatron hisses, broad hand splaying over the sealed compartment of the Autobot's chest plates.
Optimus refuses to respond, twisting his head away. His dermal facial plates were laid bare to the Decepticon's tender mercy, the Autobot leader's battle mask brutally ripped from its sheaths when Prime had previously refused to reveal his face to his captor.
"Most mechs are unworthy of my attentions." He shudders, fuel pump churning, filled with cold spikes of disgust and terror as sharp fangs brush the smooth edge of his cheek.
Where had they gone wrong? He wonders.
"You provided me with an opportunity that I would not dare ignore." Megatron, seemingly capable of reading his rival's mind, and continues to taunt the bound mech, "All of your efforts, wasted. You and the rest of your soldiers arrived on this planet far too late."
Suddenly Optimus' entire body bucks, from the sharp connection of Megatron brutally establishing connection - interface cable snapping home into his access port - while a low sound of pain follows from the screeching drag of talons raking down his chest plates.
"Did you really think these organic insects could contain me forever!"
Prime's hands fist, twisting within their restraints, the crude chains denting blue and red paint.
"This base that once held me, is now my latest stronghold." Megatron finds pleasure in boasting of his success.
But yet he finds even more pleasure in wringing out small sounds of frustration/pleasure/agony from his pet, pressing forward until their chests impact, nestling his codpiece against Prime's, waist entrapped within the tangle of the Autobot's long, strong limbs.
His other hand forms a cage around the back of the mech's blue helm, talons clacking against the smooth, brilliant hued paint. "Just remember that I am the only one preventing your precious soldiers from enduring my warriors' pleasures." Megatron warns, red-hot optics transfixing sapphire blue. "All I need to do is give the command...I'm sure Blackout is most eager to dig his talons into your medic..."
A metallic, rippling sob of air escaped Prime's vents, shoulders slumping in defeat, the small trembling resistance collapsing under the threat to his friends and soldiers. "A-As you wish...Megatron."
A loud rumbling purr trickles from Megatron's chest, dermal plates heating with excitement. "Such a good pet." He compliments.
The Transformers 2007 Movie Random Pairing Generator - Major Characters Version
Megatron / Optimus Prime / neurosis
You plague me, Prime.
You're like a disease. A cancer eating away at my dermal plates.
A neurosis that haunts my CPU every waking orn.
There is no cure for this sickness.
And yet I would wish for no antidote for your poison.
After...all. Finally, you are mine at last.
"Brother...why..."
Megatron runs talons along collar bone struts in a soothing gesture, nudging the bowed head upwards in order to gaze deeply into cloudy sapphire optics. "The Council is composed of senile fools." He whispers darkly, pressing close to his...his Prime. "This must be done. For the good of Cybertron. For the good of all mechs."
Optimus' head lolls, snared deep within the cold embrace of the implanted virus, physique and CPU greatly weakened, allowing Megatron an endless amount of time to shift and fashion the fellow mech into any desirable position upon the throne seated at Megatron's right hand. "T-the...all...AllSparkkk..." Prime is unable to connect his words, sentences slurring.
"Under my control once again." Megatron intercedes. "No thanks to your efforts, though. What were you thinking, to try to dispatch the AllSpark off the planet?" He demands.
"......n-No choizzz...lleeffft.."
He sighs, disappointed. "And because of your actions, I must assure that you are properly contained until such thoughts no longer infect your CPU."
"Pleazzz!" Optimus jolts, head thrown back. Megatron catches him before he slips from his seat. "...don..don't doooo thhiizz, Brother--"
"You make this harder for the both of us, Prime." Megatron warns, before slipping his talons between thick cables, and hitting the proper receptors.
Immediately Prime stiffens, optics brightening in pain and surprise, before sharply falling dark. His arms fall slack, limply collapsing all the way into Megatron's arms, forced into emergency lock down.
Megatron's red optics catch the red visor gaze staring back stoicly from the deep recesses of the corner of his throne room. "Indicate for the soldiers to proceed with the attack upon the Council, Soundwave. And bring me prisoners this time."
"As My Lord Commands." Soundwave bows, fist overlaying his Spark.
Megatron doesn't not bother to watch the officer retreat from his chambers, instead tracing the sweeping lines of Prime's reposed face, flicking the edges of the inlaid flames dressing the front of Optimus' chassis.
'You're an obsession, Prime.' He does not hold a scrap of shame in making that admittance. 'But at least you are mine.'