The Nemesis – 3 days later…
Megatron listened and watched as the screen played the important parts of Wheeljack’s memories that Soundwave had recorded. Due to being busy, he had not been able to review Soundwave’s findings for three days and it did not matter that the info was 72 hours old it was still useful.
“Ah, Optimus is bonded,” The silver mech softly mused. “Something we can exploit.”
Soundwave stepped forward and said. “A three way bond actually, my lord. Although, the femme called Arcee appears to be the one Prime is most fond of.”
“After what the Predacons did to Wheeljack, I doubt it’s a three way bond any more.” Megatron replied with a derisive snort.
Soundwave felt a strange twinge in his spark then froze when the feed unexpectedly changed… the footage was now showing Soundwave’s memories…
Megatron raised an eyebrow at the sudden change he glanced at Soundwave and gestured to the screen. “And why exactly is this on here? That fight in the pits may be history now, but I know Wheeljack wasn’t present, I would have remembered.”
Soundwave lowered his head and cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable. “I… underestimated him…”
“Go on.” Megatron’s tone was neutral.
“I… grew over confident and he took advantage.” Soundwave said, trying not to sound nervous.
“I do hope that this was the only memory Wheeljack was able to get from you.” Megatron said mildly.
“I-I have the list that you asked for.”
Scrap. Soundwave thought.
Megatron turned his ruby gaze on Soundwave, waiting for an answer.
Soundwave could not come up with an answer that would pacify Megatron… he-he had failed him.
“What else did he learn, Soundwave?” Megatron asked, correctly interpreting Soundwave’s silence.
Soundwave swallowed nervously before replying. “O-Only that you and I are lovers.”
“No, my lord.”
“Then there’s nothing to worry about.”
Soundwave relaxed, relieved that Megatron had not been furious with him for failing him.
Megatron chuckled softly. “Were you afraid that I would be angry?”
“I believed that you would, yes.” Soundwave admitted.
“Considering that this was the only mistake that you’ve ever made, I’m willing to overlook it.”
Soundwave’s shoulders sagged as he completely relaxed, although it did not like the bitter taste of failure.
Sensing Soundwave’s discomfort, Megatron turned off the screen and hologram vanished then pulled the lithe mech into his lap, he smiled a little when felt the mech stiffen a little in surprise. He purred softly and nuzzled the other’s neck.
“You know how much faith I have in you, Soundwave. You have never failed me and you never will.”
Soundwave purred in reply before reaching up and removing his visor and set it on the desk.
“You have such a beautiful face,” Megatron purred. “It’s a shame to keep it hidden all the time.”
Soundwave smiled before teasingly grinding against him. “I enjoy the effect it has on people while I wear it.”
Megatron groaned softly, wrapping his arms around Soundwave’s waist. “It certainly gives you an air of mystery.”
“That’s the idea.” The other mewled.
“Careful, if this escalates, we might break the chair.”
“The desk, then?”
Megatron purred in agreement then squeezed his aft, earning a small mewl.
Taking the hint, Soundwave stole a brief kiss before sliding off and leaned against the desk, beckoning Megatron closer.
Like a jungle cat, Megatron rose from his chair, prowled towards his lover, and pressed him against the desk before purring into his audio. “Your aft is mine.”
Soundwave purred in reply. “It always is and this-” He squeezed Megatron’s panel. “Is mine.”
Megatron groaned again before turning Soundwave around and pressed his broad chest into his lithe back before reaching around to grope and possibly remove a certain covering that hid a treasure behind it.
All that Soundwave heard was the clatter of armor before moaning with pleasure, his back arching as Megatron’s finger surged inside, setting delicious fire within his frame. Somehow, his lips found Megatron’s and soon their glossa dueled for dominance, he surrounded to the silver mech as another finger slipped inside him, increasing the pleasure and stretching him to his limits.
A soft buzzing barely registered through the thick fog of pleasure that clouded his mind, but an all too familiar growl broke through it, causing the building pleasure to come to a dead stop.
“What is it?” Megatron growled in clear annoyance.
-Lord Megatron, I apologize for disturbing you,- Shockwave replied. –But I need you and Soundwave to come to the med bay.-
“Can it wait; I’m busy at the moment.”
-I am afraid it cannot, my lord. It is quite urgent.-
Megatron gave another annoyed growl before speaking. “Very well, we’ll be there momentarily, Megatron out.”
Soundwave looked as peeved as Megatron, the last time some one foolishly interrupted them, ended up in the med bay and did not leave it for two weeks.
It took a moment for the pair to calm themselves, though Soundwave still looked irritated.
“This better be important.” Soundwave growled as he recovered his codpiece and his visor.
“Shockwave wouldn’t have disturbed us if it wasn’t.” Megatron replied before reaching up to trace a finger down the side of his mask.
The now silent mech shivered at the stroke.
“We’ll continue this later, my pet.”
X X X
“Alright, Shockwave, what is the problem?” Megatron asked as he and Soundwave entered the med bay.
“It’s about Nightstalker and Predaking, my lord.” Shockwave replied, his antenna flaring out a little.
Again? Soundwave thought with a mental growl.
“How much damage did they do this time?” Megatron growled, wondering why the pair couldn’t go off and be destructive elsewhere.
“None, my lord. However, it was something that Knockout pointed out about them.”
Megatron sighed and rubbed his face with a large hand. “As long as they’re not causing trouble or destroying Decepticon tech during their insane and pointless fights with each other, why should I care about their behavior?”
“Well… recently they’ve been going at it like earth rabbits, my lord.” Knockout pointed out.
Megatron looked at his medic and raised an eyebrow. “And this is concerning why?”
“Because it is only a matter of time before Nightstalker becomes impregnated with Predaking’s offspring.” Shockwave stated.
Megatron wanted to beat his head against the wall the solution was so simple! “So give them The Talk and a Birth Control disc.”
“I fear the damage has already been done, my lord. But I am not 100% certain.” Shockwave admitted.
“Become certain.” Megatron almost growled.
“And if she’s carrying, am I to snuff out the unborn spark like we did the clones?” Knockout asked, not liking the idea.
Megatron waved his hand dismissively. “One Predaking sparkling will not be a threat, just make sure she can’t have any more.”
“Actually,” Starscream said finally speaking. “One Sparkling can pose a threat. Predaking proved that by wanting to lead the clones as their leader.”
“What do you suggest, Starscream?” Megatron asked with distain. “Predaking is no fool, if Nightstalker is carrying and something was to happen to it, he’ll become suspicious.”
“There’s a strong possibility that they’re not even aware that she could be carrying, otherwise she could have come to see Knockout.” Shockwave added.
“They’ll find out soon enough. Either way, the situation is the same.”
“Not if she believes she’s getting a standard medical check up before she learns of its existence.”
“Starscream’s statement is logical, my lord. Should Nightstalker believe she is getting a simple medical exam and Knockout was to find something odd, she will not question him when he must put her into stasis.”
“Fine,” Megatron growled. “Knockout, get on it.”
X X X
Panting filled the room as Nightstalker slumped against Predaking’s chest, she smiled as his arms wrapped around her, keeping her close.
Predaking purred softly, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking, he purred even louder as he felt Nightstalker trace the emblem of his chest with a claw. He simply loved it when she did that.
Nightstalker smiled a little and closed her eyes for a moment before opening them a half second later as she let out a small annoyed sigh before sitting up to scratch her chest.
“Is something wrong?” Predaking asked, keeping his arms around her waist.
“That annoying itch is back,” She replied before letting a huff. “That’s what I get for rolling around in the dirt.”
“I agree, I don’t know why you did that, it didn’t look every comfortable.”
“I guess that’s what I get for listening to my animal side.” She grumbled.
“Well, I don’t know about that,” Predaking grinned. “I found it rather attractive.”
Nightstalker chuckled and lightly kissed him. “Says the mech I nearly drowned. Again”
Predaking shuddered at the memory; it was fresh in his mind. Even though Nightstalker had only been playing with him at the time, it was still unnerving.
“Don’t remind me.”
She chuckled again, her green eyes glinting with playful mischief. “Oh, is the big bad dragon afraid of a little bath?”
“Yes, this big bad dragon is very afraid of a little bath.”
She gave him a teasing grin. “It would appear that my lover isn’t a big bad dragon, but an over grown sparkling.”
“Well, I don’t think I can have you thinking that about me,” The dragon purred, one hand lightly squeezing her hip. “I’ll just have to change your mind.”
“Oh, please do.” She mewled.
He smirked pulling her down and claiming her lips in a searing kiss, he quickly rolled them over so he was on top again, he almost growled with desire as their glossa dueled each other.
He paused for a moment when he felt her stiffen beneath him; he broke the kiss to look at her. “Are you alright, I felt you stiffen.”
“It’s just a small twinge, nothing to worry about.” She breathed, nibbling on his bottom lip.
He gave a playful growl as he found one of her hot spots, the mewl that escaped her lips brought a pleased smirk to his face. He paused once more when he felt her stiffen. “Are you sure you’re alright?”
“It’s just a twinge, nothing to worry about.” She mewled, nuzzling and kissing his neck.
He gently pushed her back down onto the berth; he knew stopping her was a bad idea, especially when she fired up like this, but he was worried that she might be getting sick.
“Perhaps you should see Knockout; I don’t want you to get sick. Not when it can be avoided.”
Nightstalker sighed in annoyance. “Fine.”
He smiled a little and lightly kissed her. “It’s only because I care about you.”
“Yeah, I know. But you don’t have to be such a sparkling about it,” There was a teasing glint in her eyes. “Want to get off me, big guy?”
He gave a rumbling chuckle before getting off, but not before stealing a quick kiss.
She rolled her eyes before sitting up and getting out of bed. She jumped a little and gave a little yelp of surprise as he gave her aft a little squeeze.
“H-Hey, down boy.” She chuckled, turning to look at him.
Predaking just smirked, a mischievous gleam in his yellow eyes. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
She gave him a mocking bow. “Yes, my king.”
“If I am King, then you’re my Queen.” He replied with a lustful purr.
Nightstalker snorted. “I’d rather be your Mistress then your Queen.”
“Either will work. Oh, and while you’re away, I’ll be thinking of more ways to ravage that tantalizing body of yours.”
“You’re insufferable.” She chuckled before reaching the door.
“And you’re intolerable, my beloved.” He smiled.
She paused before opening the door, a small smile on her lips as she left.
X X X
Nightstalker quietly hummed to herself as she reached the sliding door of the Med bay, only it did not open as she approached it. Where Knockout and Starscream mating in the med bay again, it would not be the first time this has happened. She heard voices but it was not anything that indicated to that of ravenous lovemaking.
“…matter of time before Nightstalker becomes impregnated with Predaking’s offspring.”</i>
Nightstalker blinked in surprise, they were talking about and Predaking… and the possibility of her getting pregnant.
Curious now, she crept closer thankful that the med bay door was locked.
“If she’s carrying, am I to snuff out the unborn spark like we did the clones?”</i>
Nightstalker’s eyes widened in shock, her spark racing. The Decepticons were responsible for the destruction of the Predacon Clones! Even it that was true… what role did the Autobots play in their near destruction.
Wheeljack’s words suddenly filled her mind. If you want to keep your lap secret, you cannot leave exposed energon out in the open.
The Autobots had been looking for energon when they came across the lab and the only way they could have found it was because of… Megatron. He had used the Autobot to do his dirty work!
Lost in thought, she had missed part of what Megatron was saying.
“…make sure she can’t have any more.”</i>
Nightstalker felt an undying urge to bolt and inform Predaking of what she had overheard. She did not move, wondering if that course of action was wise, wondering if he would even believe her. His hatred of the Autobot ran deep, almost to the point of obsession.
She shook her head, she would not tell him, not until she had all the information… from both sides.
Starscream’s annoying voice caught her attention. “One Sparkling can pose a threat. Predaking proved that by wanting to lead the clones as their leader.”</i>
Nightstalker’s hand flew up to her mouth and her spark gave another twinge, only this time it was more painful then annoying. She could not believe what she was hearing!
“What do you suggest, Starscream?”</i> She heard Megatron’s familiar growl. “Predaking is no fool, if Nightstalker is carrying and something was to happen to it, he’ll become suspicious.”
“There’s a strong possibility that they’re not even aware that she could be carrying, otherwise she could have come to see Knockout.”</i>
Nightstalker’s spark gave an uneasy flip, her fear rising as she glanced down at her chest, could she be with child? If she was, she could not let Predaking know, he would no doubt inform Megatron of its existence and the little one would be dead within a week. Shockwave would of course have a rational explanation as to why she lost the little one.
She ignored the urge to growl; any noise she made would give her away and tip them off.
“… Soon enough. Either way, the situation is the same.”</i> Nightstalker could hear the annoyance in Megatron’s voice.
“Not if she believes she’s getting a standard medical check up before she learns of its existence.”
“Starscream’s statement is logical, my lord. Should Nightstalker believe she is getting a simple medical exam and Knockout was to find something odd-”</i>
She did not want to hear anymore, she backed away from the locked med bay doors and quietly walked away. Once she rounded a corner, she bolted into a rub before stopping several minutes later as she had started to hyperventilate.
The Deceptions, not the Autobots were originally responsible the destruction of their race, because of Megatron the Predacons were on the verge of extinction and if they were to learn of the little one, they’d kill it without a second thought.
It took her several moments to calm down and compose herself; she could not tell Predaking what she had learned, not until she had ALL the facts. That would mean speaking to the Autobots… easier said then done….