METAL MADE GOD

Jonny was incapable of preventing the way his eyes widened at the mention of human mating. He hadn't the slightest idea what or where Megatron was going with that As dry as his mouth had gotten, he managed to stammer out a pathetic, "Y-You watched what?"

Though, as the Cybertronian explained himself further, he found the initial panic draining from him and his muscles going lax once more as he sighed in relief that it was something far more G-rated. "Kissing, that's- that's...

"You know, I myself am not exactly experienced in kissing," the human began with sheepish laugh, ducking his head as he scratched the back of his neck. It was true, that he hadn't had much fortune in the romance department historically. In fact, of the three people he'd ever kissed, two of them just wanted to practice before they all went off to college since they'd never been kissed before. "That's not a no, by the way it, just-"

Jonny cut himself off with a soft sigh as he looked over the features of Megatron's Holoform.

For the entity that was hellbent on subjugating mankind on a good day, the human couldn't help but feel his heart twitch in his chest. If he thought the fact that he wasn't just kissing him was missed by Jonny, he was wrong. And to be asking for something so... innocent. So sincere, so loving. Jonny couldn't help but smile faintly at the extraterrestrial.

"Alright," he began lowly, moving his burger back into the wrapper and setting onto the table.

Had it been anyone or anywhere else, Jonny would have been anxious about whether someone would see this, but none of it crossed his mind as he shifted so that he was right next to the other. If there's any hesitation in his movements, it's for fear of disappointing Megatron. Though, that didn't stop him at all. With a delicate hand placed against the side of the other's face, the pad of his thumb tenderly stroked along his cheek bone.

"If you change your mind or you find you don't like it, stop me, alright?"

And without another word, he leaned in and pressed a gentle but loving kiss against the elder's lips.

#ooc. Aw. Someone is being needy.#longsounded #FILE [THREAD]: ░ LONGSOUNDED ░ 02.

Megatron caught his tongue running across his lower lip, and that confused him. Was this ... anticipation ? Was the act of human mating truly so pleasurable that it could cause such a reaction ? He supposed it was like one's optics brightening or a flared Spark — perhaps that was the best way to understand the increased speed of his holo's beating heart and that singular traitorous short breath he drew before Jonny's mouth touched his.

It was a very normal thing, really. Skin to skin, saliva shared somewhere in the middle. The mechanics were not difficult ; to the Cybertronian, kissing seemed quite primitive. Yet, he enjoyed it. To have Jonny embrace him this way freed up the pesky tightness in his holo's chest. Megatron felt lighter because of their shared kiss, as he did when Jonny stroked his helm or sat near his Spark.

Megatron returned the gentle embrace for a few moments. However, he inevitably grew frustrated. Why did he sense Jonny was ... holding back ? That he was a novice ( and Jonny's subsequent kindness toward him due to that ) was lost on Megatron. In his arrogance, the Cybertronian broke their lips apart. A strong arm wrapped around Jonny's middle and pulled their bodies flush. With a huff, Megatron nosed into Jonny's cheek, right by that distracting mouth.

❝MORE,❞ he said. Megatron's voice was unusually low, and his holo felt warm. ❝YOU WILL GIVE ME MORE. I ...❞ It was rare for the old creature to lose his words ; in his frustration, Megatron's hand squeezed Jonny's hip, fingertips digging into his clothing. ❝I LIKE THIS, HUMAN.❞ There was an unspoken my attached to the way Megatron referred to Jonny — my human, spoken in the closest tone that Megatron possessed to sweet.

Jonny's brow furrowed as he observed Megatron, not even questioning the hold onto his face- after all, you spend enough time with the guy, you get used to the fact that he is very much hands-on in everything he seems to do. Later on, he'd afford himself the moment of awe as he thinks about the fact that Megatron feels just like a human would when he's essentially a hologram, but in the moment, he finds he's too puzzled by the response.

"My mouth?" he repeated dumbfoundedly before shaking his head as best he could despite the hold on it. "No, I wasn't- that's not what-"

With a sigh, he attempted to find the right words.

"I thought there was ketchup on my lips. You were just looking at them, right? Was there not something on them?"

The human could have left the question at that, said and done absolutely nothing more. And yet, the follow-up question was dangling from the tip of his tongue, and he knew he would not be able to get any words out if that one remained. So, with his expression softening, his eyes searched over the holo's features in an moronic attempt to read him. There were only so many reasons for someone to gaze upon another's lips, and the more basic one was already negated.

"Megs," he began quietly, brown hues returning to grey. "Why were you looking at my lips?"

#longsounded #FILE [THREAD]: ░ LONGSOUNDED ░ 02.

Megatron issued a grunt — what would have been a growl from his real form — and turned Jonny's chin from side to side. The motion was severe but not unkind, as most of the Cybertronian's interactions with Jonny were. He was oddly fond of this human, in a way he was not of any others.

After a moment, Megatron realized that he had returned to staring. With a huff of expelled breath, he released his captive abruptly and leaned back. Why, Jonny asked, and Megatron's own lip curled. He possessed no desire to admit that he did not know why the shape of the human's mouth enticed him ( this body, more correctly ) so. Megatron's silver gaze narrowed at Jonny.

❝I WATCHED HUMAN MATING,❞ he said, as if the confession of that was very common. ❝— USING THE INTERNET. WHEN YOU TOUCH YOUR LIPS TO MY HELM, MY SPARK ...❞ Megatron searched for a word to fit and came up empty - handed. It would seem the subject was tying the Cybertronian's tongue ( a very rare thing ). ❝THIS MOUTH ATOP MOUTH IS PROMINENT IN YOUR MATING. YOU CALL IT KISSING.❞

Megatron's voice lowered. ❝I WANT TO EXPERIENCE THIS RITUAL IN A VESSEL THAT IS YOUR SIZE.❞ His hand curled, scraping his nails across the top of the table, as the elder creature tilted his head. ❝YOU WILL GIVE THIS TO ME.❞ The fact that Megatron did not just take what he desired and instead issued it as a statement illustrated how much respect he had for the human. There was room, though slight, for Jonny to argue the idea of kissing Megatron's holo if he desired.

Oh, this was obscene. Gavin's heart sped up as Megatron's hand moved, blue irises following the hand that traced every inch of his new frame. With a quick peek of his own tongue, Gavin could picture the clean line that went across the underside of his belly, the line that went down the centre of his chest, and the twin curves that decorated Megatron's impressive pectorals with sober clarity.

It was stunning how lovely his mate was. Gavin smiled, fingers drifting higher up his lover's thigh to feel the soft line of his folds.

"That means everything is connected properly," came his calm explanation, fingers deftly rucking the soft cotton of Megatron's shirt high. He didn't bother hiding the pride he felt in it; around Megatron, there was never any need to pretend. "I'm glad.

"I wanted it to be pleasurable, putting our child in you."

The tips of his fingers lifted to his own mouth, Gavin's tongue peeked out to lick them, and when they descended shiny, he pressed them to the flesh of Megatron's clitoris, rubbing in that way he'd learned exposed it quickest. His other hand spread its fingers over Megatron's right breast, squeezing the new tissues there, and Gavin bent so that his tongue could press sweet, easy licks over the peak of his lover's other nipple.

"And this?" His breath was warm, puffing gently over flushed skin. "Do you feel this too, my love?"

Lips parting, Gavin sucked, and his eyes flicked upward to watch Megatron's face as he alternated between gentle kisses and steady pressure-- worshipping and feeding all at once.

#obligatorial #FILE [THREAD]: ░ OBLIGATORIAL ░ 04.#au: the hunger games.#pregnancy tw #nsfw tw #sexual tw

Megatron finally allowed himself to touch Gavin. His fingers curled around the back of his lover and held fast to the younger man's shirt. Megatron's other hand reached up, seeking the top of his pillow. These two anchors would be enough to get him through these tests — and help him resist the urge to make this session less medically - focused. He pressed his head back with a soft growl. It came out breathy and weak - sounding, much to his displeasure.

[ think, he reminded himself, he needs feedback. ]

❝I DO,❞ Megatron answered, voice low. ❝I FEEL IT.❞ His lips turned up in a rare smile. ❝GAVIN ... I FEEL ALL OF IT.❞ The trembling of his legs and the way they tried to slide farther apart said the same. Gavin's touch on his clit had produced a sharper, almost burning sensation amid the pool of warmth. Megatron wanted more from his lover there, but he refused to ask out of respect for Gavin's craft.

Embarrassingly, though, just this simple play from Gavin was enough to make Megatron's need show itself physically. He felt moisture build along the length of him.

❝YOU MADE ME WET.❞ Megatron issued a soft groan. ❝THAT IS STILL STRANGE FOR ME. MY AROUSAL IS WARM, THEN COLD, THEN WARM.❞ In his present state, Megatron didn't think he could explain it any better than that. His fingers trailed up into Gavin's hair, and Megatron closed his eye.

❝AM I ALMOST READY ?❞ he asked, hushed ( as if this were some forbidden subject that he was broaching due to impatience ). ❝— I NEED YOU INSIDE OF ME. I NEED OUR CHILD.❞

01107aeon

KILLING THE MERCY

#FILE [IC]: ░ VISUAL.

@metalmadegod asked: [ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips. ( from holo form Megatron >:] )

If Jonny was speaking while he was eating, it's only because he was glad he finally convinced Megs to go out with him to grab a burger. Sure, Megatron had fed him plenty, but to finally be reunited with his favorite burger from the campus cafeteria was a euphoria he hadn't expected he'd be so desperate for. In fact, it was so good that he'd grabbed a second, just in case Megs wanted to try it- assuming he was even capable of consuming human food, of course.

Sitting in a quiet area, chomping away at his burger and, for some reason, telling the Cybertronian all about the campus and each area that he was familiar with and where his upcoming classes were being held, it was an unexpected type of bliss. Maybe it was because it was the first true sense of normalcy he's had since he's met the man, but he couldn't be sure. Even more so, he didn't care about the why. Things were calm and nice, and the early evening sky was beautiful and the wind was just cool enough that it made the twilight air all the more comfortable.

After finishing up another bite, Jonny remembered a story from the previous semester about when he had class outside and somehow managed to bend the bell of his trumpet.

He opened his smiling mouth and turned Megatron, pausing as he noticed where the man's eyeline was.

"Oh, do I-" he paused, swallowing what was in his mouth and quickly wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before pinching his lips between his thumb and the knuckle of his index finger in an attempt to get the ketchup that he assumed was on them off. "Is it gone?"

#FILE [THREAD]: ░ LONGSOUNDED ░ 02.#longsounded #ooc. When they're both hopeless ...

Megatron hadn't used his holo much before he met Jonny — and certainly not for anything tied to pleasure instead of business. As much as he tried to justify that he was merely keeping an eye on the human - housed Cybertronian knowledge capsule ... Megatron could not deny that this was comfortable. Simply sitting, occasionally bored, while he listened to Jonny talk about his human life. A nail scratched the table while he thought about how mundane Jonny's concerns were once. There was something refreshing about it.

As Jonny spoke, Megatron's silver eyes drifted down to his mouth. He felt his brow furrow thoughtfully. Prior to their outing, Megatron had adjusted some of the holomatter generator's settings. His avatar was thusly more sensitive this evening to the internal simulation of human needs. Deeper, more curious ones — the sort he came across digging into the Earth's primitive information - sharing structure. THE INTERNET, born from the crude harvest of his own personal technology. Megatron was not entirely sure that he enjoyed the change and how distracting it made Jonny.

❝YOUR MOUTH IS NOT GONE,❞ Megatron replied sharply, drawn out of his latest quiet spell. He reached out suddenly, fingers seizing Jonny by the chin. A nail pressed beneath Jonny's lower lip. The Cybertronian regarded him for a moment. ❝HOW STRANGE ... YOUR MEDIA WOULD SUGGEST THESE ARE MUCH MORE RESILIENT. IS REMOVING THEM WHEN YOU CONSUME YOUR FUEL COMMON ?❞

In the many years they'd been together, Megatron was always receptive to touch. Sometimes Gavin likened him to a cat-- so appreciative of affection and attention so long as it came on his terms-- even if he never said so aloud. Because this aligned so deeply with his own interests (which, in the end, were simply various ways to make Megatron the focal point of his universe), Gavin was terribly fond of playing around it. He enjoyed carding his fingers through Megatron's hair, or giving him massages, or kissing his face and neck and every inch of that strong fucking body. Megatron held all his attention, and Gavin felt best when he was giving it.

This, though... this was different. Despite the familiarity of touch-- and Gavin had certainly played with Megatron's chest before-- what he was touching wasn't simply Megatron's body, but a body that he had created for him. There was something there about possession; so much of Megatron's insides were no longer the parts his parents gave him, but ones that Gavin had designed and filled him with. The womb that rested inside him, the alveoli in his chest, the new ducts and glands and everything in-between-- nobody would know Megatron more than Gavin for the rest of their days.

Not even Megatron himself.

More than his lover's complaint, the realisation of how much of Megatron he owned now made it impossible to stop himself from smiling. Even with the clothes on him and the flesh that covered his guts, Gavin knew intimately what he looked like on the inside: pretty, and pink, and full of more blood than the colour that rushed onto the apples of his cheeks.

"Is it?"

That exploratory finger rubbed up and down a nipple, so much rounder now than it had been. Gavin's thumb pressed and flicked until the flesh pebbled, nice and solid in a way that would make it so, so easy for their children to feed when they needed it.

"You should be more sensitive here," he mused, one hand settling on Megatron's thigh. In a manner so very unsubtle, he pushed it a half-inch wider, curious now of how connected Megatron's chest had become to his sex.

"Is it just good" -- Gavin pinched, pulled -- "or better than before?

"Any pain?"

#obligatorial #FILE [THREAD]: ░ OBLIGATORIAL ░ 04.#au: the hunger games.#nsfw tw #medical tw

Megatron gripped at his bedcovers. It was the only way to stop himself from reaching for Gavin — and the older man didn't know if he would shove his lover away or pull him into the bed. The heat between his legs had risen up to his belly while Gavin tested the sensitivity of his nipple.

❝NO PAIN,❞ Megatron replied first, silver eye fixed to Gavin's face. ❝IT IS DIFFERENT THAN BEFORE YOU CUT : MORE PLEASURABLE.❞ He inhaled shakily. ❝STRONGER.❞

Finally, Megatron released one of his hands. It trembled ever so slightly as he moved it down his figure. The firm and well - defined muscle of his youth had been replaced by softer flesh marked with the evidence of his dedication to Gavin. Fleetingly, he thought that he would never wish this undone. He was perfect now, even as he bit back a guttural vocalization when his fingertips pressed into the skin of his groin. Megatron shifted his hips and opened his legs wider again, to the degree he provided Gavin with before Megatron's nipple became a point of interest. His eye moved to Gavin's touch on the inside of his thigh ( try as he might to ignore it for a moment ).

❝MY BODY IS WARM,❞ Megatron confessed. He moved his fingers as he spoke, dragging them up his torso to demonstrate the path the strange sensation seemed to take. ❝FROM HERE ... TO HERE ... TO HERE.❞ From his new core, suddenly alive with an all - too familiar tingling ; to the middle of his stomach ; to the breast Gavin held captive.

Megatron's scarred palms arose to cover his face and stifle a groan. If their present exchange was only a clinical matter, he might very well lose his mind to the anticipation this time.

██ : a message from @obligatorial —

palm, testing out megs' nipple sensitivity after giving him those new parts.

Megatron had grown accustomed to this : laid back on the bed in Gavin's homemade clinic, dressed in nothing but his shirt and socks, while his lover inspected his bare lower half. The neat scars that were the proof of their shared dream snaked across Megatron's exposed skin.

These thin blankets were strangely comfortable now. He reached up and rubbed at his eye with the heel of his palm in a desperate bid to stay awake. The texture of the fabric under him ; the familiar touch of Gavin's fingers ; the sounds of the other man's footsteps ... it was all so relaxing. Megatron kept his hand over his gaze for just a moment, enjoying the darkness.

— but then he felt it. An arc of something new, of pleasure mixed with shock, at the pressure of Gavin's fingertip tracing a circle around his clothed left nipple. Those modifications had been the most recent to heal ( and, if Gavin was satisfied with Megatron's progress, would be the last ). Megatron grunted in surprise and grasped blindly for Gavin's wrist. He was too slow, though. The blood rushing through his system at the sudden stimulation gave Megatron a pretty flush around the tops of his cheeks. His silver eye was wide.

❝TEASE,❞ he accused, unable to hide the hitch of his breath. So much time had passed since the last time they ... but it would all be worth it soon. Megatron swallowed back the plea building in his throat and tried to stamp down the strange warmth between his legs. He kept wondering what it would feel like, in the dark of the nights between procedures, when they could finally lay together. ❝I ... ❞ Megatron shook his head in an effort to clear it and pressed back to the bed. ❝GO ON. IT'S NOT PAINFUL LIKE IT WAS, IT'S GOOD.❞

#obligatorial #suggestive tw #au: the hunger games.#FILE [IC]: ░ TRANSMISSION RECEIVED.#FILE [THREAD]: ░ OBLIGATORIAL ░ 04.

Jonny was a summer employee just trying to get some extra cash for the upcoming academic year. Scholarships could only take him so far, and some pocket change is always nice. He taken this job as it was the only one that worked with his availability and seemed like an easy enough gig. Sure, there were rules, but what job didn't have them? The pawn shop had a very specific way to do things. Including holding items.

It wasn't often items had a hold on them, but when they did, he had to prioritize that until the 24-hour window was up.

"I know, I completely understand. I just- do you happen to have some proof of ownership? Like a receipt of when you got it or even a photo with it? Or a police report that it's been stolen? I mean, that way you won't even have to pay and I'd be able to give it back to you, no problem!" Jonny desperately attempted to resolve. "I know it's frustrating, but apparently somebody has a hold on it. This is the only way I can get around that."

He's beginning to realize he wasn't getting paid enough for such policy and procedure.

After a moment of contemplation, Jonny pursed his lips and returned his gaze to the orb in question. He couldn't understand why not one, but two people absolutely needed what he assumed to be a fancy paper weight, but it didn't matter.

"Screw it, I'll just apologize," he grumbled to himself before grabbing the item off of the shelf. Jonny didn't know who had put a hold on it, and he really didn't care at that point, either. "You said you're okay with paying, right? It'll be $30. If you have proof that it's yours, just bring it in and we can refund the money right away. Just make sure you have the receipt from this transaction, alright?"

His fingers sped across the keys of the cash register and once payment was received, he offered the item to the man.

"Need anything else today?"

#ooc. EY. THERE IT IS. Sorry Jonny.#longsounded #FILE [THREAD]: ░ LONGSOUNDED ░ 01.

$30. In spite of his unfamiliarity with Earth currency, Megatron recognized this was a low amount. All he had to do was hand over the cash, though — far more than was asked, in his haste — and snatch away the orb from the too - talkative insect. Who would have ever thought that he would be reduced to these circumstances, to bartering with such an inferior creature. He growled something under his breath at the human, an attempt at gratitude learned from listening to their communication networks at length. It may make this interaction a little less unique ( or so he reasoned ).

As Megatron turned away, his fingertips ran along the Cybertronian etched discreetly around the orb. One, two steps. Again and again, Megatron pressed the correct parts of the inscription ...

and felt rage swell up inside of his holo, bright and terrible, at the realization the device would not respond to him. If he did not know the rules of it, he may have assumed it was do to his present form, this remotely - piloted vehicle made of meat and thin liquids. Megatron could not afford to be so foolish, however, and his broad back turned.

The man's previously unusual silver eyes were now red. An inexcusable sort of red the human mind could never rationalize as natural. Every pace toward the counter was thunderous. He returned the orb to the flat surface with care — a gentleness that did not carry over to how he grabbed for the front of the peddling [ clerk's ?? ] shirt. Megatron dragged his quarry closer.

Primus ... the hum that threatened to pull apart Megatron had not been the orb. IT WAS FROM THIS HUMAN. Sourced from inside of him, more accurately. Emanating out due to the knowledge merged into the stupidly thin flesh and fragile white bone and other ridiculous structures that made up these beings —

Megatron couldn't tear him without losing valuable details, and that understanding crashed into the warlord like a cannon blast. He needed the man bearing the brunt of his wrath to be kept whole.

❝YOU,❞ he snarled. ❝THIS ... MY PRIZE IS USELESS. IT JOINED WITH YOU, HUMAN. THE ANSWERS I SEEK ARE NOW A PART OF YOU. THEY ARE FREE FROM METAL — AND BEHOLDEN TO FLESH.❞ Megatron heard his knuckles shift as they popped, stuck in such a tight fist ; he paid them no mind. His holomatter avatar had the potential to hurt, but it was a dull and far - away sensation he could adjust in the generator's settings as needed.

❝IF YOU WANT TO LIVE, YOU WILL COME WITH ME.❞ A stupid, empty sentence, but one a short - lived being like a human may find enticing. Megatron grumbled, and the projected sound ( though seeming to come from his holo ) was distinctly inhuman. ❝YOU HAVE TAKEN IN ALIEN TECHNOLOGY, PERHAPS UNWITTINGLY ... DO YOU NOT FEEL IT IN YOU ?❞ His lip curled. ❝I CAN HEAR IT.❞

poohsources

🐝 * ― 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆. ( nsfw ! in honor of sinday, have another random assortment of sexual sentences and actions. sidenote, your muse = sender and my muse = receiver. add * to reverse the action. feel free to adjust to better fit your muses. )

❛ i can’t stop thinking about you. ❜ ❛ i’m gonna make you scream my name. ❜ ❛ you won’t be able to walk straight after i’m done with you. ❜ ❛ you like it when i talk dirty to you, don’t you ? ❜ ❛ i’m planning to turn you into a dripping mess. ❜ ❛ you make me so horny i can’t think straight. ❜ ❛ i’ve been thinking about bending you over that table and just having my way with you. ❜ ❛ you’ve been a bad girl / boy, and deserve a punishment. ❜ ❛ you’re gonna come for me later ? ❜ ❛ i’ve been touching myself to the throught of what you’re gonna do to me. ❜ ❛ you’re gonna be a good girl / boy ? ❜ ❛ i want you to take control. ❜ ❛ you didn’t think i’d just let you get away with all this teasing, right ? ❜ ❛ if there weren’t so many people watching us, i’d already be on my knees in front of you. ❜ ❛ i’ve got a suprise planned for you later. ❜ ❛ tonight is gonna be all about you. ❜ ❛ i’m wearing some nice new lingerie for you. ❜ ❛ do you see how hard / wet you’ve already made me ? ❜ ❛ your moans are music to my ears. ❜ ❛ i don’t normally do this, but you bring out this craziness in me. ❜

[ PALM ] ― your muse palms my muse’s penis / breasts through their clothes. [ NIBBLE ] ― your muse gently nibbles on my muse’s earlobe. [ SEDUCTION ] ― my muse whispers dirty nothings into their ear. [ FRENCH KISS ] ― your muse kisses my muse with tongue. [ WATCH ] ― my muse starts to masturbate in front of your muse. [ CLOTHES OFF ] ― your muse helps my muse undress. [ WALL ] ― your muse pins my muse against the closest wall. [ GRIND ] ― your muse teasingly grinds against my muse. [ SEXTING ] ― my muse sends your muse a dirty text / picture. [ VIBRATION ] ― your muse controls a sextoy my muse has inside of them. [ MASSAGE ] ― my muse gives your my a sensual massage. [ BLINDFOLD ] ― my muse makes your muse wear a blindfold. [ FLASH ] ― my muse ‘accidentally’ flashes your muse. [ SUCK ] ― your muse sucks on a banana / lollipop in front of my muse. [ STRIP ] ― my muse gives your muse a strip tease. [ DANCE ] ― my muse dances seductively for your muse. [ TIES ] ― my muse ties your muse down on the bed. [ SPANKING ] ― your muse spanks my muses’ ass. [ PORN ] ― our muses watch a dirty movie together. [ LAP ] ― my muse sits on your muses’ lap and teases them.

#ooc. IT'S ALMOST SUNDAY. LET ME ROT.#FILE [OOC]: ░ MEME.#nsfw tw

Now that his mate had pointed it out, Gavillite found the novel sensations impossible to ignore. Megatron's Spark flared and an echo of it followed; in turn, Gavillite's optics flickered again, caught in something buried so deep in his base instincts that he'd never had the time to really process it.

There were days that simply knowing he had a mate already bewildered him. This-- the fact that he had created life with that mate-- tilted his entire world view on its axis. Mates and family units were things of the old world, weren't they? They were lost with the war, and he always believed that to get them back they had to bring Cybertron back first.

And yet... "It's so small, darling."

Gavillite's digits swept over the planes and ridges of Megatron's chassis, cradling the side of it as his helm dropped to press an audial to the surface. From within, he could hear the strong, steady crackles of Megatron's Spark, but as his optics darkened and his focus shifted to the audials in his helm, that fainter shock of a smaller life bloomed with a brilliant noise in his receptors.

"I'll do everything I can to keep it safe," he whispered, pulling back to meet the gaze of his mate. "To keep you both safe.

"It feels so..." Gavillite laughed, helm dipping once more to stare at Megatron's chassis in awe as his digits traced it. "Simple. We Cybertronians are so complex in build, but this one...

"All it is is alive. No systems, no circuits, just... living."

#obligatorial #FILE [THREAD]: ░ OBLIGATORIAL ░ 03.#ooc. This is so ... soft.

Megatron huffed, amused, in response to Gav's reaction. The expulsion of air through his helm came up from within, and he felt the little Spark crowd closer to his. It would come to understand this body and its mannerisms better, he expected. Still, the sudden movement and subsequent greater contact of their young made his optics brighten. Megatron closed them and rested his servos on Gavillite's form blindly.

❝IT IS VERY ALIVE,❞ he agreed. ❝— AND NEW.❞ Megatron willed his immense figure to relax, though it was strange for him to do so. In the peace that came from his effort, the faint pulse of the newest member of their family unit was even more apparent. Merely one second behind Megatron's own Spark, sweetly imitating him. It remained against his.

❝IT IDENTIFIED ME AS ITS CREATOR. THAT IS HOW I MET IT JUST NOW.❞ The silver - plated Cybertronian's digits dug into Gav. ❝WHEN IT IS ... DEVELOPED MORE, WHEN IT CAN LEARN —❞ Megatron's optics slid open slowly. They burned fiercely still, full of the raw energy that came with the near - combination of the souls in his Spark chamber. He looked down at his mate, growling softly. ❝WE WILL TELL IT YOU ARE ALSO ITS CREATOR. IT MAY RECOGNIZE YOU, AS WELL, IN TIME.❞

Megatron's digits squeezed, released, and fell away. He left himself available for Gav to touch, however. The stimulation was pleasant. ❝WHAT DO YOU KNOW, GAVILLITE ? OF SPARKLINGS ?❞

Lord Megatron sounded so weak, wounded, and Gavin pressed a balled fist up against his lip as he admired the sight of him. The futile struggle against his bonds made the boy's growls sound so pathetic-- all for show, not for meaning-- and only because he wasn't looking at him did a crooked smile pull his mouth up.

The accusation only made him smile wider, teeth digging into his lip to keep himself from laughing. "We don't really have time for torture in the Games, you know.

"And you've been out for a while," he continued, hand dropping as his expression calmed. "I think all that's left of us are the girl from Five, the boy from Seven, and our counterparts in One and Two."

(The girl from One, a terribly rude creature, had been so angry when Gavin refused to team up with her. In her defence, however, she was either playing or hiding very well after he gave her a concussion on Day 1.)

Rising to his feet from where he sat, Gavin approached Megatron's form, crouching in front of him with his hands perched neatly over his knees. There was never any real desire to hurt him-- he'd already done more than enough, if the gorgeous look of burnt flesh is any indication-- but he wasn't going to look this gift horse in the mouth. Megatron's suffering meant that Gavin got to care for him. And it meant that, for as long as this Game continued, everyone would get to see what he looked like with his flesh mangled by his machinations.

"For what it's worth, the trap wasn't meant for you," Gavin said. "I fixed you as best I could." And without any help from those damn sponsors, either. "But the restraints really are for your own good.

"The warrior you are, I figured you'd try to kill me as soon as you woke up, but you don't want to move too much while your skin's still trying to knit itself back together."

His head tilted curiously, and as he looked Megatron over, it was impossible to hide that interested little twinkle in the bright blue of his eyes. "I don't mind fighting to the death with you" -- what an honour that would be -- "but I think you can understand why I'm not interested in doing it with you hurt like this.

"We deserve better than that, don't we?"

#obligatorial #FILE [THREAD]: ░ OBLIGATORIAL ░ 02.#torture tw #gore tw #au: the hunger games.

Megatron's tired mind tried furiously to comprehend all of the information Gavin provided him. They were almost at the end of the Game ( he really had been out for some time, then ), and Gavin hadn't killed him. Megatron strained against the ropes once more as a nagging yet tacked itself onto that idea.

That Gavin had made such a sophisticated trap — he doubted a sponsor would send anything so advanced and spoil the programming — meant he was more dangerous than Megatron originally thought. The fact that Gavin didn't strike him down immediately told him Gavin was also immensely unpredictable. Every assumption Megatron possessed about the District 1 candidate based on their brief exchanges in training went out the metaphorical window as he laid on the cave floor, wide - eyed and trembling.

What could Gavin hope to gain from this ?? An alliance would have been worth bartering for if Gavin only caught a foot or hand, but Megatron knew the damage he bore was far too great to make that deal agreeable. He would be little better than dead weight now, and Megatron drew a shuddering breath.

Unless ... he couldn't shake the feeling he was being admired, even in such a ruined state. Why else would Gavin go through the trouble of stabilizing him ?? Surely, it was not to help him win — and there was no sense in keeping him going for this long just to gloat. Gavin could have done that over his ruined body on the ground.

❝YOU WERE RIGHT,❞ he finally replied. ❝I WOULD HAVE ... KILLED YOU.❞ Megatron's brow furrowed, and his handsome face contorted unpleasantly. The black curls stuck to his sweaty forehead were beginning to itch. ❝WHAT DID YOU DO —❞ He felt it : dull, deep, and spread all through him. This was a pain unlike any he experienced before. ❝YOUR TRAP —❞

Megatron shook his head. The motion made his vision pitch, and his stomach rolled in response. Up it came, foaming nothingness mixed with the water that Gavin tried to keep inside. Desperately, Megatron pressed his uninjured cheek into the rock beneath him in the hopes that it would save him from choking to death as he vomited.

thesewordsarelife

— Charles Bukowski, “fate”

#FILE [IC]: ░ THOUGHTS.#ooc. HOLY FUCKING. YEAH. THIS IS SO MEGATRON CODED.

Megatron stopped, pedes issuing their dull sounds ( padded by the tread wrapped beneath them ) with a strange sense of finality. The protective plate over the lower half of his visage sild apart, revealing the pure shock etched into him. His servos pressed to the front of his chassis, over where his Spark was. Though it was now suddenly not just his own that inhabited the space. Megatron wondered if this was what he had felt since the last time they interfaced — something new and fragile and strange flitting through his system, sending jolts of energy where it issued gentle commands. He had thought it an error that would need to be scrubbed out properly later. Primus above ... he had never been so wrong in his long, long life.

Inevitably, Megatron's claw - like digits grasped his mate's and brought them to the same place he touched. ❝DO YOU SENSE IT ?❞ he rumbled, Cybertronian unusually soft. His bright optics bored into Gav, full of strange hope and disbelief. // @metalmadegod

It was one of those things that would have gone completely unnoticed if not understood. Gavillite had felt an almost foreign sense of possessiveness (if only for the gravity of it, as the presence was hardly new) since the last time his Spark had met Megatron’s—the moment their chassis had closed again, and he had lain there allowing himself to ventilate after their coupling, his optics had flashed red when all Megatron did was rise away from the circle of Gav’s hold.

To his credit, he’d managed to calm himself after. Gav opted to focus on further experimentations on parts he’d salvaged from the last battle to keep from getting too restless without Megatron’s presence nearby.

But when they reunited, and Megatron wasted no time before taking Gav’s servo to rest over his Spark, it happened again: purple turned to red, and the plating on Gav’s back where his ventilation was most efficient lifted to whir heat away from inside of him.

“I sense something,” was his answer, optics flickering as he attempted to relax once more. Megatron was here, after all; why was he feeling so out of sorts? “It’s… new. I haven’t documented anything like this before.

“But it doesn't seem bad.”

The red in his optics gave way to purple again, and Gav’s digits curled slightly over silver plating. His own Spark hummed inside him, crackling where it lay hidden, and he lifted his helm, meeting the rare glimmer in Megatron's own reds.

“You... do you know what it is? You're not in pain, are you?”

#FILE [THREAD]: ░ OBLIGATORIAL ░ 03.#obligatorial #ooc. I'M NOT CRYING. YOU ARE.

Megatron noticed the change in his mate, which he missed before. He wondered if those brilliant red optics were a primal reaction to the mere existence of this gentle Spark, as Gav confessed himself that he did not understand what it was. A swell of emotion arose through Megatron then, brilliant and burning. His Spark flared up with it, and the new addition to his chamber attempted to mimic the intensity.

—easy, little one, Megatron thought with a low rumble through his chassis. You'll go out. It had only been a matter of moments since his world - shattering realization, but it already felt comfortable to communicate with the small thing. Natural, even.

❝I KNOW,❞ he snorted, digits curling atop Gav's to hold him there firmly. ❝— AND I SHOULD HAVE FORESEEN YOU WOULD NOT. WE HAD LOST THIS BY YOUR TIME.❞ Megatron's free servo reached for Gav's waist in order to pull him closer. The admission that he had overlooked something was not without its significance, but the leader of the Decepticons gave his mate no time to dwell on that rarity.

❝IT IS A SPARK, INDEPENDENT OF MY OWN,❞ Megatron continued. ❝WE CREATED IT, GAVILLITE. IT IS OUR YOUNG.❞ The tips of his digits scratched over Gav's metal body, as the elder creature was fond of doing in their quieter exchanges. His scarlet optics had settled, the disbelief replaced by certainty. Still, however, the shock lingered : it was evident that Megatron had not expected their coupling to ever produce new life. Like much that belonged to him prior to the war, he had thought the ability to reproduce lost to him. ❝THIS PROCESS WILL NOT BE WITHOUT STRIFE, BUT THERE IS NO PAIN NOW.❞

██ : a message from @longsounded —

"You really want it that badly?"

Megatron's holo avatar narrowed his eyes. He sighed ( loudly, pointedly ) and slid his hands into his pockets. This was supposed to be easy : whatever cash he had shoved into his well - worn bomber jacket in exchange for the orb. It was a smooth metal piece that fit neatly into the human's hand — an altogether insignificant thing until one picked it up, felt its unusual weight, and ran their fingers along the Cybertronian carved around it.

Most of the little insects on this planet were capable of being bribed almost immediately as long as he supplied enough of the thin paper they called currency. Megatron's fingertips touched the wad of bills in his coat absently. His silver - hued stare, hard and metallic, remained on the man in front of him.

❝IT WAS MINE,❞ he repeated, nodding toward the alien object. Its hum, imperceptible to a human, threatened to drive him mad. ❝I LOST IT — AND YOUR PEDDLING SHOP MUST HAVE ACQUIRED IT AFTER.❞ Megatron smiled thinly. ❝AS I SAID, I WOULD ... PURCHASE IT FROM YOU.❞ He had no desire to summon any additional attention to them by taking it, though his nerves were wearing thin.

#longsounded #FILE [THREAD]: ░ LONGSOUNDED ░ 01.#ooc. Let me know if you would like anything changed !!#FILE [IC]: ░ TRANSMISSION RECEIVED.

@metalmadegod // plotted starter, hunger games au.

Gavin would recognise that voice anywhere, even if it came out in a scream. It was Damon-- no, Lord Megatron of District 2-- and as he rushed from his hiding spot to find where the older boy had triggered his trap, it was difficult to keep his heart from leaping into his throat.

Oh, to see him here... Gavin's eyes were wide, and for a split second all he did was take in the look of him: of how he rolled, of how the poison Gavin'd fashioned from the arena's mutated plantlife burnt through his clothing and into his skin, of how his arm tried to shield a face that was already clearly damaged...

I did that to him.

Gavin's teeth dug into his lip as he inhaled the scent of singed flesh.

He'll wear these scars forever. The scars I gave him.

But Megatron had to live to do it.

[ ... ]

Gavin'd waited for the boy to pass out from the pain before he collected him, carrying him through the grass and foliage to the cave he'd made his home for a day and some change. Megatron was laid out on ground softened up with canvas, and Gavin worked hard to fashion an antidote as he rested. He wasn't sure how many hours he would get before the boy would stir awake, after all.

With leaves for application, Gavin pressed the paste made of plant and fruit and water over the burns that decorated Megatron's body. A gift from a sponsor had drifted down sometime in the night-- a cream that would heal Megatron perfectly and leave no trace of the wound left-- but Gavin had forgone it, instead slipping the salve in his pack in case he needed it later.

I'm the only one he needs to get better.

And work hard he did, replacing leaves and applying paste and even dripping water past Megatron's cracked lips to make sure he didn't dehydrate.

[ ... ]

Gavin stopped paying attention to how long it'd been a long time ago, lost as he was in staring at Megatron's sleeping form. He left only to hunt and gather-- and to kill whoever came close-- but otherwise stayed by his side, sat on a rock only a few feet away. The boy had been incredible in the few days of training they had left, and Gavin's heart fluttered in his chest whenever he thought of how lucky he was to spend all this time with him.

As attuned to Megatron as he was, Gavin noticed the twitch of his hand as soon as he started to stir. Excitement couldn't begin to cover it.

For Megatron's own safety, his wrists and ankles had been bound with rope. After all, if he struggled too much, it'd affect his healing. Gavin was confident he could wake up without hurting himself, but stood nevertheless to prepare for the worst.

"Lord Megatron," he started, mouth pulling up into a smile, "I knew you'd wake up."