kinkfest | Transformers (Megatron/Optimus) (Reply)

Title: Sparkbound
Author/Artist:

raisedbymoogles
Rating: R
Warnings: violence and sex
Word count: 1236
Summary: Optimus Prime finds himself bound to Megatron. ...More so than usual, anyway.
Prompt: Transformers (G1), Megatron/Optimus Prime: accidental spark-bonding - "bickering like an old married couple"
A/N: This came out more serious than I intended. XD (For a given value of "serious.")

"Prime. Prime, wake up."

"Ugh..." Optimus Prime regained consciousness slowly, taking stock of his diagnostic warnings little by little. Everything hurt, so it was a time-consuming process. "What," he muttered, clasping one hand to his most serious injury, a hull breach in his chest. "What happened?"

His vision self-repaired, cleared of static only to be filled with the glowering visage of his archnemesis. "You," Megatron told him, slowly enough to cast aspersions on Optimus's current processing power, "collapsed a temple on top of us."

"Oh." Optimus sat up slowly, hand still clasped to his chest. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."

"You're hopeless," Megatron groaned.

"And you," Optimus countered, wavering optics taking in Megatron's condition, "look about as terrible as I feel. Which explains why you didn't finish me off while I was offline."

Megatron shot him a truly fearsome look, but before he could say one of those things that never failed to send hot shivers up Optimus's chassis, a faint, echoing shout from the rubble overhead made them both pause. "Optimus!" it called. "Optimus!"

Optimus straightened, no matter how the movement hurt him, no matter his young friend couldn't see him. "Yes, Spike!" he called.

"Are you all right?"

Optimus glanced at Megatron, who affected disinterest. "More or less."

The rocks ground overhead, sending dust cascading down on them both. "Sit tight," Spike called. "We're getting you out of there."

"Be careful!" the Prime responded. "It's rather unstable down here."

If Spike replied, it was drowned out by Megatron's discontent rumble. "I'd be halfway to Cybertron with a full cargo of energon right now, instead of trapped under the ruins of an alien relic," he accused, "if it wasn't for you."

"Did you expect anything less of me?" Optimus asked, mildly surprised. "What's got you sulking now, Megatron?"

Under normal circumstances the accusation would have sent his opposite number into a glorious fit of ire; cold and heavy foreboding coalesced in the Prime's awareness when Megatron only glared and turned to face him. The tyrant lifted one black hand and nudged aside his own chest plate, which Optimus could now see was hanging from a single hinge, to reveal the harsh glow of the spark in his chest.

Optimus's own spark leaped, blue and gold crackling between his fingers, and Optimus gasped as the memories he'd tried to lock down rose to the surface of their own accord - the two of them, broken and defiant, clasped together in terrible ecstasy as the world came crashing down and took them with it...

Optimus lifted his hand, gazing down at the minor display his spark was putting on for Megatron's. "Oh," was all he could think to say.

***

"Too dangerous to break the bond" was Ratchet's firm verdict, reached after much deliberation and every text on the subject consulted, so Optimus was left to deal with this nameless ache in his spark on his own.

No, that wasn't accurate. The ache had a name: the name of his archenemy for millenia, the name of Death. Optimus kept it close, and hoped it would fade in time the way these things tended to do.

It didn't.

***

"Is it my imagination," Ironhide grunted, "or is ol' Buckethead more torqued off than usual today?"

Considering he was currently pinned under half a communications tower lovingly knocked over by ol' Buckethead himself, Optimus couldn't help but appreciate his friend's gift for comedic understatement. "I had noticed that," he admitted as he gripped the metal frame in both hands and lifted. "Are you all right, my friend?"

"I'm fine, chief," Ironhide assured him. He would have said that no matter his condition, of course, but it was good to experience some normalcy in the unholy chaos this battle had become. In an urban environment, the Autobots generally had the disadvantage due to their interest in limiting civilian casualties, but the Protectobots had completed evacuation procedures twenty minutes ago and come back as Defensor to even the odds. The Decepticons responded by knocking down everything they could lay hands on, keeping Defensor desperately running to minimize property damage; though the Autobots harried them, they couldn't drive them off. That was where they stood.

Optimus sighed and checked his rifle charge. "I'm going after Megatron, Ironhide."

"Finally!" his second grinned. "I'm right behind you, Prime."

"No." Optimus placed a restraining hand on his second's shoulder. "No, I have to do this alone. Megatron is out of control, and I'm the only one who can stop him."

Ironhide faltered, optics flickering with the need to protest, but he remained silent, and at length Optimus turned away from him, toward the distant roar of fusion-cannon fire. "He must be stopped - no matter the cost."

***

Optimus fought his way through the Decepticon's front lines, nearly unaware of what he did. Full consciousness returned to him only when a hard black hand clamped around his throat from behind.

"Going somewhere, Prime?" a familiar voice purred in his audial.

With a muffled curse, Optimus shifted his weight and flung his ambusher over his shoulder. Megatron's body described a perfect arc in the air, bringing him down hard on his feet just in time to accept a sledgehammer blow from Optimus's fist. The tyrant roared and staggered back, then lunged, thrusters booming as he body-checked the Prime into a brick wall.

As red dust flooded the air, Optimus rebooted his rattled audials in time to hear Megatron growl, "What are you doing here, Prime?"

"What do you think?" Optimus arched his back, hands seeking purchase in the crumbling brick as Megatron grabbed his throat again in a steel grip. "You're out of control, Megatron."

"And you're a fool, Prime. It was you who put this madness in me. This - ache."

Optimus's optics shuttered in shock. "Yes," Megatron purred, "you feel it too. Don't you?" The tyrant's free hand edged downward, traced the lower seam of Optimus's chest.

The Prime's sensors leaped at Megatron's touch; he shuddered and marshalled his self-control. "I try not to," he said, shoving Megatron away.

Megatron roared and struck back in, driving a hand through Optimus's windshield. "You are a fool," the Decepticon railed, clenching a hand around Optimus's inner workings as the other mech writhed under him. "Don't think I don't know."

"Know what?" Optimus gasped.

Megatron's smile was like a gunshot as he leaned in. "This - this bond between us - wasn't quite an accident. Was it, Prime?"

Optimus shuddered, unable to speak for a long moment. Megatron's grip tightened in his chassis, forcing a low cry from him.

"You," he gasped out, arching into his enemy's grip, "could have pushed me away at any time."

"Yes." Megatron's voice modulated low, dropping into a dangerous purr. "I could have."

Primus forgive me, Optimus thought as the tyrant bent his head, applying sharp mandenta to his exposed throat with perfect control. The Prime slipped an arm over Megatron's back, guiding him closer until Megatron consented to straddle Optimus's thighs.

"How hard do you want it, Prime?" Megatron was purring again, the sound becoming tactile sensation against his throat.

"You'll do it as hard as you want no matter what I say." Optimus shuddered underneath him. "So go ahead and give me all you've got."

Megatron laughed. "You know me too well." He shoved Optimus back against the wall, pinned him fast with a triumphant roar.