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Optimus Prime’s exceptional abilities, coupled with his self-sacrificial nature, often led him to volunteer for the most perilous missions on behalf of the Autobots. Capitalizing on this, the Decepticons frequently devised traps to lure him in; some succeeded, while others resulted in crushing defeats. Though Optimus emerged victorious more often than not, the Decepticons persisted with the same tactics—they knew that if an Autobot's life were at stake, Optimus would walk into a trap even if he knew exactly what it was. Above all, the Decepticons could not easily forgo the rewards reaped whenever Optimus was defeated. To tell the truth, Optimus himself didn't seem to particularly mind the consequences of being captured.
Megatron looked down at the sight of Optimus kneeling between his legs, meticulously nursing his spike. Sitting upon the Decepticon throne, he felt a profound sense of satisfaction seeing the Prime behave like a common pleasure-bot without a shred of shame. The sight of Optimus—who raged like a predator on the battlefield—drooling and behaving like a bot in heat the moment a spike was revealed was more than enough to satisfy Megatron. Perhaps that was how it was meant to be. Optimus held Megatron's spike in his mouth, servicing it with care, while sliding his own fingers into his valve to stretch it open—as if he were eager for what was to come.
"It seems the Autobots don't take proper care of you."
Megatron wore a twisted smirk at the sight of the clearly starved Prime. Optimus looked up with seductive, bewitching optics as he licked the length of Megatron's shaft.
"And so, you receive the benefit, don't you?"
Though Optimus had been reduced to a prisoner and a sex slave, and the control device implanted by the Decepticons should have been enough to render him powerless, there was no hint of defeat in him. Megatron found it exasperating how Optimus still tried to seize the initiative even in this situation—yet, he also found it a little endearing. Optimus gripped Megatron's shoulders and climbed onto his thighs, grinding his valve lips against the head of Megatron's firmly erect spike.
"If you hate me so much, shall we stop here?"
Optimus wrapped his arms around Megatron's neck, smiling with his optics as he teased the tip of the spike against his moist valve, almost swallowing it. Megatron placed his hands on Optimus's waist, fondling him with a smile. The sight of the lion, who roared on the battlefield, acting like a purring cat during interface was not what Megatron had expected, but it was enjoyable in its own way. I thought he would tremble in humiliation, but instead, he makes me feel like I’m the one being devoured. Had I known he possessed such a seductive side, perhaps I should have done this sooner. If Starscream were even half this obedient, he might have been tolerable. "The Autobots really ought to know how lewd you are."
Optimus frowned slightly at the mention of his comrades.
"They would be quite disappointed to learn their noble leader is such a whore."
Optimus's face flushed red with a flicker of humiliation. Megatron gripped his waist and thrust inside him in a single motion. The face that had been trembling with shame was instantly painted with pleasure. Megatron felt the inner walls of Optimus’s valve embrace him, his calipers tightening pleasurably. With his internal nodes crushed all at once, Optimus opened his mouth, leaking lubricant and moaning in the heat.
"Tell me where it feels good, Prime."
"The spike rubbing against the inside of my valve... it feels so good, just a little more..."
"Do you want more?"
Megatron gripped Optimus’s pelvis firmly and invaded all the way into the depths of his gestation chamber in one go. As the spike head pierced the chamber seal, Optimus threw his head back, his tongue lolling out. Those blue optics, always so upright, were now unfocused with lewd pleasure.
"Ah, Megatron..."
The way he called his name, as if they were lovers, seemed almost sweet—sweet enough to make Megatron want to give up everything he had conquered just to keep him. Even after they reached their peak, Optimus sat on his thighs like a contented cat, gazing at him before wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing him deeply. More than the coupling of their bodies, that intense kiss gave Megatron the illusion that he had truly made Optimus his own.
***
After Megatron had taken his fill, it was Shockwave’s turn. Knowing the long history between the two, Megatron might have preferred to keep Shockwave nowhere near the Prime. However, since Shockwave was usually the one responsible for capturing Optimus, Megatron felt it would be unfair to exclude him.
Regardless, for Shockwave, it was merely one more tedious task. Whenever Optimus was handed over to him, the Prime looked at him not with hatred, but with a gaze full of expectation—as if, one day, the Senator who once loved him might return from within the cold logic of Shockwave.
Since he was a 'reward' from Megatron, Optimus sat in Shockwave’s lab, but instead of paying him any mind, Shockwave stared only at his monitor. The screen did not move for hours.
"I thought you would perform an experiment or something."
"Your body has already been thoroughly researched in every aspect."
Whatever interpretation Optimus took from those words, his face—now flushed a deep red—was reflected in Shockwave’s empty monitor. Shockwave turned to look at Optimus, who had begun to vent steam from his exhausts.
"Does it surprise you that I know you so well?"
"No, it's not that..."
Shockwave stared intently between Optimus's legs as the Prime twitched and pressed his thighs together. Lubricant was leaking from between his blue interface panels.
"You're having futile thoughts again."
Shockwave abandoned his pretense of work and approached. Even though Optimus knew that Shockwave and the Senator were practically different people, being alone with him brought back every memory: the way Shockwave used to kiss, the way his hands fondled his chest, and the sensation of his spike piercing his valve.
Shockwave looked down at the overflowing lubricant and then slowly met Optimus's optics. He saw Orion looking at him with the same gaze of anticipation and fear as the first time they had coupled—though the hands that could hold him were gone, and the mouth that could kiss him was no longer whole.
"Do you still want me? I do not understand. I bear no resemblance to the lover you remember."
"Even so, you will remain my first lover, Senator."
It seemed Orion had still not given up on 'Shockwave,' even after all those years. He couldn't be so foolish as to not know it was worthless, yet he still looked at him with those expectant eyes.
"Very well. Lord Megatron’s command was for me to 'soothe' you."
Before Shockwave could even reach out, Optimus's valve panels slid open. Shockwave’s remaining hand still provided the same sensation as when he used to caress him long ago. However, the moment Optimus saw Shockwave’s spike, he realized that the change wasn't just limited to his hands and face. The dark purple spike, covered in grotesque ridges, was more peculiar than anything Optimus had ever experienced. Shockwave tilted his head at Optimus’s tense expression, his yellow optic staring ominously.
"Or perhaps, shall I kiss you as I did before?"
The area from Shockwave’s neck to below his optic split open, revealing a vertical mouth lined with sharp fangs. From within, a long, black, tentacle-like tongue extended. Shockwave hoped Orion would recoil and refuse. He hoped that no matter what Orion had endured, he would not permit this. He hoped he wouldn't get used to such things.
But Orion looked up with a flushed face, slowly spread his legs, and opened his mouth.
"Please, Senator."
Orion knew all too well how to provoke him, just as Shockwave knew exactly how to pleasure Orion Pax. As the long black tentacle swept through his mouth and entered deep into his throat, Shockwave could feel the tremors through the hand wrapped around Optimus’s waist. Yet, despite the tears welling from physiological rejection, Optimus did not pull away. Instead, he wrapped his arms around Shockwave’s body as if refusing to let him leave. Shockwave pulled Optimus’s valve toward his spike and thrust deep into that familiar interior. Optimus let out a thin sigh, his body shuddering.
With his mouth violated by the tentacle and his lower half by the ridged spike, Optimus held onto Shockwave and did not let go—not until Shockwave had overloaded inside him several times and finally called out to him as if in longing, "Orion..."
***
Starscream wore a sinister smile, for his turn had finally come. Shockwave usually seemed uninterested in Optimus, yet whenever Megatron offered him as a reward, he would hide him away in the lab. But for some reason, Megatron had granted the reward to Starscream this time. Starscream had no intention of actually bedding Optimus, but the way Megatron grew strangely soft whenever the Prime was captured always grated on his circuits. Starscream pondered whether he should break Optimus so that neither Megatron nor Shockwave could crave him.
Humming at the pleasant thought, Starscream was on his way when Soundwave blocked his path.
"It seems the priority lies with me."
Decepticons were all about results, after all. Soundwave’s mocking voice reached him, and Starscream’s smile vanished. Ignoring the insults Starscream was hurling at him internally, Soundwave headed toward the prison with Energon cubes and Engex.
Though it was called a prison, Megatron was unlikely to leave his most precious trophy neglected. Optimus lay slumped in the red room like a doll. Wretched as he was after being used by the others, he possessed a charm different from the powerful figure seen on the battlefield. Checking Optimus’s internals, Soundwave saw that his Energon levels were dangerously low. The others had clearly had no intention of being gentle.
Soundwave placed small pieces of Energon in Optimus’s mouth. Only then did Optimus blink slowly and look at him. Soundwave turned his head away.
"Once your body has recovered, I have brought high-grade Energon; consume it and leave. You have more than enough power to escape on your own once you've regained your strength."
The control chip had already been deactivated. Optimus toyed with the back of his neck and looked at Soundwave.
"Why are you helping me?"
"Because when you are here, the two pillars of the Decepticons act as if they’ve lost their minds. If you stay any longer, the Decepticons will crumble due to this love affair. I cannot bear to witness that."
"You could just kill me."
"Don't be foolish. Megatron will not kill you, and neither will Shockwave. Don't pretend you don't know they are the two people who want you alive most. I have no choice but to follow Megatron's will. Therefore, this is the best choice for the Decepticons."
Optimus sat up and downed the Energon. Rising from the berth, the Prime leaned in and kissed Soundwave on the cheek. Beneath the red visor, Soundwave's optics momentarily widened. Optimus gave a faint smile and whispered, "Thank you."
Soundwave watched as Optimus dashed out without a backward glance. If a prisoner escapes and I have no battle damage, it will look suspicious; Optimus really is quite inconsiderate. Soundwave grumbled internally as he shattered his own chest glass and visor with his hands to create signs of a struggle.
He is cute, but I still don't understand why they are so obsessed with him.