< Transformers > M-m-m-monster!
Title: M-m-m-monster!
Prompt: N/A
Author: crazedwolf
Beta: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Series: Transformers G1
Characters: Megatron, Perceptor
Warnings: Implied slash~
Summary: ”That boy is a monster~”
Author's Notes:
I suck at terminology. :\ Forgive me. I hope it doesn't destroy the fic. Written for amidoh by the by.
Also.
Totally wrote this to “Monster” by Lady Gaga. B|
“P-Please, I beg of you,” Perceptor pleaded as he backed up into the wall, glancing frantically to the sides as he looked for an opening, an escape, something to get him away. A hand pressed against the wall on either side of his head before he could even think to move, Megatron's chest pressing against his as the Decepticon lord leaned in.
“And just what are you begging me to do?” he said in a low tone that caused the scientist's entire frame to tremble.
“Release me, please. I have nothing more to offer you.”
“Oh you have plenty, scientist,” Megatron said with the faint tinge of a chuckle to his words, red optics dimming dangerously. The microscope's expression became one of pure fear as one of the hands that had been trapping him in place moved and digits brushed down the line of his cheekplate. Perceptor jerked away but Megatron grabbed ahold of his chin, forcing their gazes to meet once more. The Decepticon's lip components curled into a pleased smirk and his digits returned to their previous task as Perceptor's fear began to blend with panic.
“Please. I will forever be in your debt if you were to just--” Anything else the microscope had to say was lost as Megatron's lip components pressed against his. Blue optics flashes wildly.
Panic. Fear. Despair.
The combination rendered Perceptor motionless; frozen in place as he was assaulted.
Megatron barely seemed to notice his prey's state, either that or he just didn't care. The hand still on the wall slid down then fell to curve around the smaller mech's hip. A slight jerk told him Perceptor was starting to process what was going on and he smirked against the other's lip components, forcing his glossa into the other's mouth. A low whine escaped the smaller mech before he could stop himself, the sound sending a surge through Megatron that spurred a low growl to escape him. Any sort of pace was long forgotten; he wanted satisfaction and he would have it.
The scientist was past the point of fighting, letting the Decepticon do as he pleased. He knew that fighting would only make the pain afterwards worse. At least this way he was guaranteed to survive a bit longer.
...Hopefully.
Prompt: N/A
Author: crazedwolf
Beta: N/A
Rating: PG-13
Series: Transformers G1
Characters: Megatron, Perceptor
Warnings: Implied slash~
Summary: ”That boy is a monster~”
Author's Notes:
I suck at terminology. :\ Forgive me. I hope it doesn't destroy the fic. Written for amidoh by the by.
Also.
Totally wrote this to “Monster” by Lady Gaga. B|
“P-Please, I beg of you,” Perceptor pleaded as he backed up into the wall, glancing frantically to the sides as he looked for an opening, an escape, something to get him away. A hand pressed against the wall on either side of his head before he could even think to move, Megatron's chest pressing against his as the Decepticon lord leaned in.
“And just what are you begging me to do?” he said in a low tone that caused the scientist's entire frame to tremble.
“Release me, please. I have nothing more to offer you.”
“Oh you have plenty, scientist,” Megatron said with the faint tinge of a chuckle to his words, red optics dimming dangerously. The microscope's expression became one of pure fear as one of the hands that had been trapping him in place moved and digits brushed down the line of his cheekplate. Perceptor jerked away but Megatron grabbed ahold of his chin, forcing their gazes to meet once more. The Decepticon's lip components curled into a pleased smirk and his digits returned to their previous task as Perceptor's fear began to blend with panic.
“Please. I will forever be in your debt if you were to just--” Anything else the microscope had to say was lost as Megatron's lip components pressed against his. Blue optics flashes wildly.
Panic. Fear. Despair.
The combination rendered Perceptor motionless; frozen in place as he was assaulted.
Megatron barely seemed to notice his prey's state, either that or he just didn't care. The hand still on the wall slid down then fell to curve around the smaller mech's hip. A slight jerk told him Perceptor was starting to process what was going on and he smirked against the other's lip components, forcing his glossa into the other's mouth. A low whine escaped the smaller mech before he could stop himself, the sound sending a surge through Megatron that spurred a low growl to escape him. Any sort of pace was long forgotten; he wanted satisfaction and he would have it.
The scientist was past the point of fighting, letting the Decepticon do as he pleased. He knew that fighting would only make the pain afterwards worse. At least this way he was guaranteed to survive a bit longer.
...Hopefully.