The Agreement p. 15
Rating: T-ish...maybe
Words: 890
I started writing a bit...and it snowballed some or this would have been done earlier.
Megatron paused for a moment outside the door to the room he and Ultra Magnus had shared the previous night, taking a few kliks to get himself centered and calm again. Informing Shockwave that there was a sparkling spark-rapist among them, and had been one for millions of stellar cycles, had left him angry all over again. Shockwave had instantly known where he had gotten this information and had been as angry about it as Megatron, although he didn't show it nearly as much. Now he and his entire department were combing through the records of every single bot who had ever been a recruiter, using everything from official records to rumor to help them narrow their focus to the offender. Megatron had also informed him of the manipulation of communications going on and fully expected the interfering bots to be brought before him for punishment within a decacycle. Actually, likely only a few sols. Shockwave did not take kindly to other bots, besides himself, manipulating things like that.
He shifted the cube of energon meant for Ultra into his right servo with the cube meant for himself and keyed open the door. As it slid open he was surprised to see that Ultra was already online and sitting on the edge of the berth. The bots posture stopped his greeting in his vocalizer. Ultra snapped fully upright, but Megatron had seen how he had been hunched in on himself, rubbing at his sparkplates with an expression of pure misery.
Had Ultra seriously thought he would just use him and leave?
Megatron treated his berth partners with respect, just as he expected them to treat him and any other berth partners with respect. He'd never simply walked out on any bot, not even prostibots, unless they refused to respect him. In which case he usually blasted them out of his berth and then out the door. None ever made that same mistake twice, if he decided to give them another chance at least.
“I went down to the resorts restaurant and ordered some of their best high grade blend.” Megatron told Ultra, trying to ignore the look of surprise on the bots faceplates. “I think you'll enjoy it.”
Vorns of war made Ultra take the cube from Megatron's servos ever so cautiously, but Megatron noticed that the wariness of the previous sol was mostly gone. Not that he would expect any less. After all, he had worked hard to give the bot the best interface possible. And that meant he worked to push back and overwrite the memories that kept trying to surface. Ultra had seemed appreciative and likely hadn't realized that pleasure wasn't the only reason Megatron had connected cables and manually blocked the flashbacks.
He had also recorded them, and what he learned about the bot from those memories would help Shockwave find the bot just that much sooner. Ultra had been offline when the recordings had pushed Megatron into the washrack where he had promptly purged. The things that monster had said, what he was trying to do...there was no such thing as a 'permanently virgin spark' andMegatron would handle the punishment for this crime himself.
And he knew Shockwave would find more violated sparklings. The thought sickened him.
“I...I could have gotten energon from the dispenser.” Ultra said setting his cube down, steadfastly not meeting Megatron's optics.
“The dispensers only give the cheapest high grade.” Megatron told him. “And I will tolerate only the best for my bonded.”
Ultra jerked in surprise.
“Bonded?” Ultra whispered, looking like he'd just been hit by Lugnut. It seemed he hadn't entirely thought this 'plan' of the councils' would work either.
“Yes. Hook has already scanned me and the results indicate the beginning of the formation of a sparkbond.” Megatron told him. He didn't mention the fact that he'd had Hook check three times, show him the results, and research in the medical database, just to be sure.
“I see.” Ultra spoke softly. “That's why you returned. I'm sure if we refrain from interfacing the bond will dissipate.”
Megatron spun, pinning Ultra to the berth with his frame, Ultra's arms above his head, their optics scant inches apart. The bot struggled against him out of reflex and Megatron relaxed his hold just a bit without letting the other bot up.
“We both know it is not so easy to form a sparkbond.” Megatron growled. “And almost impossible so quickly. There was once a bot I wanted to bond to, but it proved impossible, and then he offlined. You assume wrongly if you think I will let this go. I did not return just because you are my bonded, I returned because I respect my berth partners. I do not simply leave them in the berth, unless they have disrespected me.”
He could see that Ultra was still uncertain.
“I did not believe you would online until I returned and wished to get Shockwave working on identifying the bots who have kept us from peace for so long.” Megatron told him, releasing Ultra's arms and sitting up, still straddling the other bot. Ultra shifted a bit under him, and he watched the bot process the information. “I intend to have peace.” Megatron said before leaning down and capturing his bondeds lips, glossas tangling together for a breem. “And you.”
Words: 890
I started writing a bit...and it snowballed some or this would have been done earlier.
Megatron paused for a moment outside the door to the room he and Ultra Magnus had shared the previous night, taking a few kliks to get himself centered and calm again. Informing Shockwave that there was a sparkling spark-rapist among them, and had been one for millions of stellar cycles, had left him angry all over again. Shockwave had instantly known where he had gotten this information and had been as angry about it as Megatron, although he didn't show it nearly as much. Now he and his entire department were combing through the records of every single bot who had ever been a recruiter, using everything from official records to rumor to help them narrow their focus to the offender. Megatron had also informed him of the manipulation of communications going on and fully expected the interfering bots to be brought before him for punishment within a decacycle. Actually, likely only a few sols. Shockwave did not take kindly to other bots, besides himself, manipulating things like that.
He shifted the cube of energon meant for Ultra into his right servo with the cube meant for himself and keyed open the door. As it slid open he was surprised to see that Ultra was already online and sitting on the edge of the berth. The bots posture stopped his greeting in his vocalizer. Ultra snapped fully upright, but Megatron had seen how he had been hunched in on himself, rubbing at his sparkplates with an expression of pure misery.
Had Ultra seriously thought he would just use him and leave?
Megatron treated his berth partners with respect, just as he expected them to treat him and any other berth partners with respect. He'd never simply walked out on any bot, not even prostibots, unless they refused to respect him. In which case he usually blasted them out of his berth and then out the door. None ever made that same mistake twice, if he decided to give them another chance at least.
“I went down to the resorts restaurant and ordered some of their best high grade blend.” Megatron told Ultra, trying to ignore the look of surprise on the bots faceplates. “I think you'll enjoy it.”
Vorns of war made Ultra take the cube from Megatron's servos ever so cautiously, but Megatron noticed that the wariness of the previous sol was mostly gone. Not that he would expect any less. After all, he had worked hard to give the bot the best interface possible. And that meant he worked to push back and overwrite the memories that kept trying to surface. Ultra had seemed appreciative and likely hadn't realized that pleasure wasn't the only reason Megatron had connected cables and manually blocked the flashbacks.
He had also recorded them, and what he learned about the bot from those memories would help Shockwave find the bot just that much sooner. Ultra had been offline when the recordings had pushed Megatron into the washrack where he had promptly purged. The things that monster had said, what he was trying to do...there was no such thing as a 'permanently virgin spark' andMegatron would handle the punishment for this crime himself.
And he knew Shockwave would find more violated sparklings. The thought sickened him.
“I...I could have gotten energon from the dispenser.” Ultra said setting his cube down, steadfastly not meeting Megatron's optics.
“The dispensers only give the cheapest high grade.” Megatron told him. “And I will tolerate only the best for my bonded.”
Ultra jerked in surprise.
“Bonded?” Ultra whispered, looking like he'd just been hit by Lugnut. It seemed he hadn't entirely thought this 'plan' of the councils' would work either.
“Yes. Hook has already scanned me and the results indicate the beginning of the formation of a sparkbond.” Megatron told him. He didn't mention the fact that he'd had Hook check three times, show him the results, and research in the medical database, just to be sure.
“I see.” Ultra spoke softly. “That's why you returned. I'm sure if we refrain from interfacing the bond will dissipate.”
Megatron spun, pinning Ultra to the berth with his frame, Ultra's arms above his head, their optics scant inches apart. The bot struggled against him out of reflex and Megatron relaxed his hold just a bit without letting the other bot up.
“We both know it is not so easy to form a sparkbond.” Megatron growled. “And almost impossible so quickly. There was once a bot I wanted to bond to, but it proved impossible, and then he offlined. You assume wrongly if you think I will let this go. I did not return just because you are my bonded, I returned because I respect my berth partners. I do not simply leave them in the berth, unless they have disrespected me.”
He could see that Ultra was still uncertain.
“I did not believe you would online until I returned and wished to get Shockwave working on identifying the bots who have kept us from peace for so long.” Megatron told him, releasing Ultra's arms and sitting up, still straddling the other bot. Ultra shifted a bit under him, and he watched the bot process the information. “I intend to have peace.” Megatron said before leaning down and capturing his bondeds lips, glossas tangling together for a breem. “And you.”