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Yawning as he answered the door, Rodimus wasn't too surprised to find his co-captain standing there.  But he wasn't completely un surprised, either.

"What?  I'm up already."  He checked his chronometer.  "I'm not even late!"

"May I come in?" Megatron asked with a small, amused smile.

"What are you, a vampire?"  When Megatron looked confused, he added, "Primus, Megs, watch some Earth shit." 

Rodimus stepped aside.  Once Megatron was inside, he closed the door, looming over him in a way that had his engine turning over.  Lust spiked in his field.

"Quickie before our shift?" Rodimus asked with a crooked smile.

"I was thinking of something a little more adventurous, actually.  Do you still have that aft plug I gave you?"

"Yep."

"Good.  I want you to put it in before our shift."

Rodimus revved his engine excitedly.

"I take it you approve?"

"Hell yeah, I do."

"Alright.  Midway through our shift, you're going to switch it for this one."  Megatron produced a larger plug from his subspace.  "And you're not to arouse any suspicion.  No faces, no noises, nothing .  Everything is normal.  If you can manage that, I'll take you back to my habsuite, where I have some other fun things to use on you."

"What kind of things?" Rodimus asked in a sultry tone.

"I might just have some things to tie you up with.  If that's alright with you."

"That's more than alright!"  Every biolight on Rodimus' frame flared with his excitement.

"Now, Rodimus... I know you've been asking for this for a while, but I need you to understand just what you're agreeing to.  I need to know that you'll be okay."

Rodimus rolled his optics fondly.  "C'mon, Megs, you don't scare me.  I've been asking so much because I really want this.  And I want it with you ."  He took a step towards Megatron and rested a hand on his chest.  "I trust you."

Megatron flushed a deep red.  Tentatively, he cupped Rodimus' cheek, stroking it with his thumb.  

Rodimus put his hand over Megatron's and closed his optics, which made him all the more surprised when he was swept off his pedes and carried back to his still-warm berth.

Laying him down with the utmost care, Megatron kissed his co-captain.  It was so sweet and chaste that Rodimus wasn't expecting the sudden fondling of his array, but he wasn't complaining.  Far from it.

He moaned softly into Megatron's mouth.  He wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled him as close as he allowed.

"We could still have a quickie before our shift," Rodimus said, wiggling his hips.

"Tempting… but I'd rather wait.  It will be that much better when I get to touch you."

"But you're already touching me," Rodimus cheekily pointed out.

"You know what I meant," Megatron said, a tinge of annoyance slipping into his tone.  "But think about how good it will feel after hours and hours of resisting .  You have no patience for delayed gratification."

"Megs, think about it, we could literally die at any moment and I know I will be kicking myself in the afterlife if I didn't take every opportunity to get at your spike."

Megatron let out a long-winded sigh.

"I'm quite certain we'll make it through our shift," Megatron said.  "If we don't, you can either haunt me or curse at my grave."

"What if we both die in a horrible tragedy?"

"Then we'd better hope ghosts can still interface, hm?  Now, if you want me to fuck you at all , you'll be quiet and listen ."

"Okay, fine."  Rodimus still arched his frame invitingly, though.  Just in case he changed his mind.

Megatron stroked at that curve.  "I want access to whatever part of your frame I want."  His tone slipped into something more authoritative.  "Does that sound good to you?"

"Hell yeah.  You can have whatever hole you want, Megs."  He opened his mouth and array.  

Megatron hummed appreciatively as he ran a hand down Rodimus' frame.  “Before we get started, we’ll need a safeword.”

Rodimus blew a raspberry.  “Why, though?  I’ll let you do whatever you want.”

“Everyone has a limit, and I’d rather not pass yours.  Besides, it’s better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it.”

Sighing, Rodimus said, “Fine, uh…"  He glanced around the room.  "Shelf.  There's a safeword."

"Alright.  The safeword is 'shelf.'  And you can use that during our shift if you're uncomfortable at any time."

"Yeah, I think I'll be fine."

"I'm just being cautious," Megatron said.  "I need you to take this seriously."

"Okay.  But really, I'll be okay."

"In that case…"  Megatron opened Rodimus' berthside table, finding the plug and the lube from the mess of toys.  He put them aside before returning to Rodimus' array.

Rodimus squirmed.  It was weird having him touch him when he wasn't soaking wet.  All the past slowness and agonizingly long foreplay left him wanting.

Megatron rubbed his node and sent little waves of pleasure through Rodimus' frame.  His engine purred contentedly.

"You're sure you don't wanna have a little quickie?"

"I'm sure.  Now, open your aft cover."

"So impatient," Rodimus teased.  "Where's your famous slowness, huh?  I'm not wet at all yet."  Still, he did as he was told.

"But you will be.  Because all day you're going to be thinking about fucking me, and I'd bet good money you'll be leaking through your panels before our shift is over."  Megatron leaned down over him, ventilating across his plating.  He smirked when that elicited a shiver from his co-captain.  "So make sure to bring a towel."

Rodimus scoffed.  "You're so cocky.  I bet you fifty shanix that I'll be dry AF by mid shift."

"I'd take you up on that offer, because I know I'd win, but I also know you have no money."

Rodimus shrugged.  "Guess we'll never know then."

"Well, all you have to do is make sure no one notices.  Since you seem so confident , maybe we should make it more interesting ."

"Psh, I can take whatever you dish out.  Do your worst, Megs."

"You're sure ?  Remember, if anyone finds out what we're up to, you're not going to get fragged."

A little worry seeped into Rodimus' field.  "What did you have in mind?"

"I see you have a remote controlled vibrator in your little fun drawer.  I've admittedly had my optic on it for a while."

"There is no way I could stay composed.  Not if I gave you the remote.  Because you're evil ."

"That's not what my Rodimus Star says."

"Well if you wanna keep it …"

"Are you turning down a challenge, Rodimus?  So unlike you."

Frowning determinedly, Rodimus said, " Fine .  As long as we're betting on me not leaking through my panels because anything else is just plain unfair."

Megatron shrugged.  "Fine by me.  But what shall we wager?  I don't want to win Drift's money."

"How about… whoever wins—and it will be me—the loser, which will be you, has to do the other's paperwork for a month.  But don't you worry, Megs, I'll still give you some office head."

"When I win, I'll be sure to give you lots of peace and quiet so you can get all that extra work done."

"Until you miss this phenomenal valve and bend me over the desk, right?"  He flashed Megatron a winning smile.

"In any case, we're going to be late at this rate."

Pleasure bloomed in Rodimus' array as Megatron gently rubbed his node.  He tried to tug Megatron down, but he would only be moved of his own accord.

Fingers sliding down to his aft port cover, Megatron quietly said, "Open."

Rodimus did as he was told.  He shivered at the gentle touch of his co-captain.  Primus, but he just wanted to convince Megatron to play hooky and spend the day tangled up in his sheets.

It had never been harder to get out of berth.

Megatron lubed up the plug, running it along Rodimus' array.  His own lubricant made the way slick, guiding him down to his target.

Megatron slowly pushed the plug inside.  It slipped in without much resistance, pulling a low, quiet moan from Rodimus' voicebox.

"Close," Megatron ordered quietly.

Rodimus obeyed.  He gasped at the press of fingers on his aft port cover.

"Ready for the true test?"  Megatron had the vibrator, now, running that along the folds of his valve.

"Of course.  But if you're gonna have the remote you can't abuse it, m'kay?"

"Worried you'll lose?"

"Anyone would if some aft had it constantly turned as high as it would go!"

"Fine, then.  Lowest setting only.  And I'll only turn it on for a reasonable amount of time.  After all, I want to give you a fighting chance."

"Psh, fighting chance? I'm gonna—nnh!"  

Megatron pushed the vibrator inside.  While neither toy was that big, having both of them inside made him feel deliciously full.  He squirmed, getting used to the feeling.

"Be good and close for me, captain."  Megatron kissed him, silencing his little moans.  

Once Rodimus had done as he was told, Megatron wiped away the few trickles of fluids.

"Remember: no one can know what we're doing," Megatron whispered into his audial.  "Least of all Magnus.  If anyone knows what's going on, I won't fuck you.  Is that clear?"

"Like, at all, or just this once?"  Rodimus opened one optic cheekily.

"Hopefully, you won't have to find out."

Rodimus moaned as Megatron ran his hand along his tightly shut array.

"When I tell you to check the supply stop requests, you go into the office, lock the door, and switch the plugs."  Megatron handed him the larger one, which had some weight to it.  

He definitely wasn't giving this back.

"And don't even think about trying to self-service.  You go in, you do this, you get out."

"What're you gonna do if I don't listen?  Punish me?"

"By not fragging you, absolutely."

Rodimus sighed.  "Yeah, yeah.  This'll be easy."

This was not easy.  

Rodimus had his legs crossed, sitting in the captain's chair.  The vibrator buzzed quietly in his valve.  It had been on ever since Megatron had made his way into their office, and that had been half an hour ago.  He was barely managing to keep his face neutral.

Thankfully, moments later, the vibrator stopped.  Rodimus sighed with relief.

The door to the office opened to a smug Megatron.  Rodimus shot him a glare.

"Any trouble while I was gone?" Megatron asked Ultra Magnus.

"The ship's been quiet today.  Even Rodimus."

Megatron glanced his way.  "How unlike him."

Rodimus mentally flipped him off.  He'd do it properly later, but right now he couldn't draw any excess attention.  He could feel just how wet he was behind his panels and he was not about to lose.

He'd been so focused on being quiet, he didn't notice Megatron until he was leaning over the back of the captain's chair.

"Do me a favour and check our supply stop requests, would you?" Megatron asked.  His voice dripped with excessive sweetness.

"Sure, whatevs," Rodimus said.  He didn't miss Megatron checking the seat before he sat down.  "I expect that back when I'm done."

Megatron shrugged.  He looked far too smug.

"Don't take too long in there."

Rodimus rolled his optics at him.  Megatron just smiled, flashing the remote in his hand.

Rodimus made a face at him, expecting him to turn the vibrator on.  But he didn't.  Until he went to key in the office security code, that is.

He grit his denta, his finger slipping and the keypad flashed red.  He didn't give Megatron the satisfaction of a reaction, even as he turned it up and set it to a random pattern.  Once he managed to make it inside, he leaned onto the desk and let out a low, quiet moan.

Clenching his fists, he resisted the urge to touch himself.  He found strength in the pile of datapads on their desk and imagined leaving all of that to Megatron.

Okay.  In and out.  He didn't need to give Megatron a reason to—

The office door slid open.

"You forgot to lock the door," Megatron said.

"And this is not the lowest setting,” Rodimus shot back.

Megatron hummed appreciatively as he grabbed Rodimus' aft.

"Uh, cheating much?"

"I don't remember any rules stating that I couldn't touch you."

“But we did make a rule about the vibrator you—”  Rodimus bit his lip when Megatron messed with the settings again.  He released it moments later since it did little to keep all the lewd sounds in.

He had to dismiss a prompt to retract his panels when Megatron leaned down over him.

"Oh, get bent, Megs, you know this isn't fair."

"It's entirely unfair.  And I don't give a damn."

Rodimus left scratches on the desk.  He stifled a moan and irritably flicked his spoiler as Megatron started to touch him.  If it weren’t for the tower of work threatening to topple onto them he’d have no problem.  Hell, he’d be begging at this point.  But there was no way in hell he was doing any more work than he already was.

Which, admittedly, wasn’t much.

"Meeeeeeegs," Rodimus whined.

"Get out the bigger plug.  I'm going to help you out."

"That is the biggest lie you've ever told and that's saying something ."

“Cracking under the pressure, Rodimus?”

“I fucking hate you .”  All the venom he’d intended was lost when he followed that up with a moan.

Megatron just quietly chuckled as he ran his hands along Rodimus’ plating.  Like the absolute cheating aft he was, he cupped his scalding array until Rodimus couldn’t take it anymore.

His valve and aft covers snapped open fast enough to take a finger off.  The soaked vibrator tumbled to the floor, buzzing away in a mess of Rodimus’ fluids.

“This doesn’t count,” Rodimus said, relief clear in his tone.

“Hm… I suppose this isn’t you leaking through your panels, so I’ll give you a pass."  Megatron pressed a button on the remote and the vibrating stopped.

"Now…”  Megatron gently tugged on the aft plug until it nearly slipped out.  His aft hungrily sucked it back in, drawing a low whine from Rodimus.  “Be a good boy for me and give me the bigger plug.”

Hand shaking, Rodimus reached into his subspace.  He nearly dropped the damn thing.  Megatron took it from him before he could.

Pressing a wet kiss to his spoiler then ventilating hotly along the plane of it, Megatron said, "That's a good boy."

"I am so revoking my Rodimus Star."

"I'd say I'm being quite generous in allowing this bet to continue when you've so clearly lost."

Rodimus' field flared out indignantly.  "You came in here and got all handsy with me!"

"And that wasn't part of the bet."

"By that logic I can go back out there, panels popped, and literally can't lose because there's nothing to leak through!"

Megatron shrugged.  "I suppose that's true.  So, why don't you?"

Oh, Rodimus could feel his stupid smirk against his spoiler.  He didn't have much time to be mad before Megatron pulled out the smaller plug.  He took a moment to admire the wanton display below him before slowly pushing the larger one inside.

Rodimus gasped quietly.  The slight stretch was driving him mad and he needed to feel Megatron's girth splitting him open again.

"You're gonna make it up to me later," Rodimus weakly threatened.

"Of course I will."

"Cocky bastard… you'd better fuck me good.  Like, all holes good."

"Is that so?"  Megatron stooped down to pick up the vibrator.  "Well, you still need to make if through the rest of the shift, first."

The aft plug was enough to make him feel full, so when Megatron shoved the vibrator back in, Rodimus keened.  Megatron slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Keep quiet," he hissed.  "And close your panels."

Though it took some effort, Rodimus managed to obey.  His knees shook when the vibrator started up again, now snug against his calipers and transferring into his aft, too.

To his credit, Megatron helped clean him up.

"You can just give up now and I'll give you the remote," Megatron said with a slag-eating grin.

"Psh, yeah right.  I can do this just fine."  His words wobbled out.  He managed to stand, but his whole frame trembled.

"Why don't you take some time to compose yourself?" Megatron suggested.  "Just not too long.  No self-servicing."

"Whatevs, I'm fine ."

"You think no one will know what's going on?"  Megatron put a hand on his hip.  His smile was mildly sympathetic but mainly sadistic.  

"I've done just fine so far."

"You're a mess , Rodimus."

"I've had worse.  Got through a whole shift after drinking all night and not getting to berth.  And I got cock blocked so I was horny then, too.  I'll be fine. "

Megatron shrugged.  "If you're sure.  But remember, if anyone finds out, I won't fuck you."

"You've only said that, like, fifty times.  I get it .  And just because you're so much more composed or whatever, need I remind you that this whole thing started because you sought me out.  So I know that no matter what, eventually you'll come crawling back."  Rodimus tugged Megatron down by his collar plating.  "Remember that I might be playing the good captain right now, but I have a list of bots on board who'll come running if I put the offer out there, m'kay?"

"And yet, you keep coming back to me ."

"Don't let it get to your processor.  You're good but I don't need the best if I'm just looking to overload."

"So I'm the best ?"

Rodimus rolled his optics.  He released his co-captain and took a few shaky steps towards the door.

"You watch.  I'll be totally cool and—"  The vibrator ratcheted up and Rodimus had to catch himself on the doorframe.  After composing himself he shot Megatron a glare.  "You keep cheating like that and maybe I'll decide I don't want to fuck you ."

"I'll be good," Megatron promised, but his smile said otherwise.  He did shut off the vibrator, though.  

For now.

Rodimus let Megatron leave before him and gave himself a few minutes to think about the least sexy things he could think of.

Rules.

Getaway.

Helicopter alt-modes .

Once he felt relatively back in control of his frame, he made his way back out.  He walked casually.  Or as close to casually as he could manage.  He feigned a look of nonchalance which turned to real annoyance when he found Megatron sitting in the captain's chair.

"Uh, that's my seat," Rodimus said.

"I have just as much right to it," Megatron said.  Oh, he wanted to smack the look off of his face.  Or frag it off.

Yeah, frag it off.

"I called dibs.  You gotta honour dibs.  All Autobots honour dibs, so if you really wanna be one…"

"Tell you what…"  Megatron shifted in his seat, looking Rodimus up and down as he did.

Rodimus glanced around him, but Magnus was nowhere to be found and no one was looking their way.

"If you personally check over all of our systems, I'll give it to you."

Rodimus squinted suspiciously.  

"Make sure you check every console," Megatron added.  "We've been having some problems with the display on the main one."

Rodimus groaned.  "You can't get someone else to do that?  Since when is that the captain's job?"

"We're short-staffed today, Rodimus.  Be a good boy and be a team player."

Rodimus squinted some more.  

Well.  It wouldn't take too long, so…

With an annoyed noise, Rodimus made his way around from console to console, stopping to have a little chat with anyone who had shown up for work.  He got confused looks when he asked to check everything, but the sooner he got this done the sooner he could sit and wait out the rest of this shift.

It was when he was bent over checking their fuel levels when it clicked.  He checked over his shoulder to find Megatron leering at him.

Rodimus made his way back over to Megatron.  He wasn't angry, but still.

"Perv," Rodimus hissed.

"You're not done checking, Rodimus."

"More like you're not done checking me out."

"Am I not allowed to look at you?"

Rodimus leaned down so he could whisper.  "Hey, Megs, if you're already that horny, nothing's stopping us from leaving right now."

"As much as I'd like that, this is about you controlling yourself.  You've done quite well, so far.  Better than I thought you would."

"Rude."

"I'm rude for paying you a compliment?"

Rodimus flicked his spoiler.  "It's a back-handed compliment and you know it.  However I'm not gonna begrudge you for staring at me, because I'm hot stuff."  He leaned down to whisper quietly, "but you'd better make it up to me later."

"That's contingent on you holding up your end of the bargain."

"Watch me."

He meant that figuratively and literally.  He continued his checks, now actively flaunting himself to his audience of one.  It was when he'd made it to the long-range comms, having a nice little chat with Blaster, that Megatron decided to turn the vibrator back on.

Rodimus was cut-off mid sentence.

"Are you alright, captain?"  Blaster already seemed weirded out just by Rodimus' checks.  

"Oh, yeah, fine."  Rodimus waved his hand dismissively.  He desperately tried to keep the pleasure from showing on his face.  "Had some, uh, questionable snacks before work.  Tank's just not happy is all."

Nailed it.

While Blaster looked unconvinced, he and the rest of the crew were quite used to Rodimus' antics.  Odds are if he was acting normally, something was wrong.

"Anyways, everything looks good here, so keep up the good work."

"Uh, thanks, captain."

Rodimus gave him a thumbs up then checked the rest of the stations—all unoccupied.  If he weren't such a believer in working as little as possible, he might be a little pissed that so few bots showed up.  Mostly he was jealous that he wasn't at Swerve's or interfacing or both like they all surely were.

The joys of being captain.

"There."  Rodimus sauntered back over to Megatron.  "All checked.  All good.  Gimme my seat."

A few incredulous looks came their way from the few bots at their stations when Megatron stood without complaint.  Probably looking for a fight to film.  Rewind had a whole archive of fights between them.

Triumphant, Rodimus sat in this throne, spilling himself casually across the armrests.

"Why don't you get started on some paperwork?" Rodimus suggested to Megatron.  "Get a head start on all of my stuff."

With a small shrug, Megatron said, "Fine."  Before he left, though, he leaned down to whisper, "But I will be having some fun with this while I'm in there."

Feeling far too confident, Rodimus whispered back, "Do your worst."

As always, his cockiness got him in trouble.  It must've only been a minute before Rodimus was gritting his denta and hoping that no one could hear the buzzing coming from his valve.  

The vibrations came in growing waves.  They'd ratchet all the way up to the highest setting, then slowly— agonizingly so—come back down to the lowest.

For just a moment, Rodimus shut his optics. A terrible idea, as most of his ideas were, because his processor equated not seeing other bots with being alone. And being alone, with a vibrator shoved up his valve, he'd have no problem letting loose a little moan.

So, he did.

"You sure you're okay, Rodimus?"

Lost in the small world of pleasure he allowed himself to indulge in, when Rodimus opened his optics and found the bridge, he was confused.

"Captain?"

Rodimus opened his optics fully, finding Blaster staring.

"Oh, yeah, totally." A shiver ran up his spinal strut when the vibrator had a sudden burst, like an engine revving. "That'll teach me to eat expired snacks, right?" He laughed unconvincingly.

Once Blaster looked away again, Rodimus crossed his legs. He hadn't lost the bet— yet —but every movement made him aware of just how wet he was. Not to mention the pressure behind his spike housing. 

He dismissed what felt like the millionth prompt to retract his panels, but there was nothing he could do about his cooling fans cycling on. At least they were quiet enough.

Rodimus spent the rest of his shift thinking of things that probably turned Ultra Magnus on. Just rules, laws, and semicolons. At one point he even pulled up a section of the Autobot Code on his HUD and read it in its entirety. It didn't really turn him off, but it did help to distract from the vibrations.

Until he heard Megatron's voice through his comm.

"How are you doing?" he asked, his voice deep and growling. "That's a hypothetical question, of course. Don't answer me."

Rodimus bit his lip. Bastard.

"I don't know about you, but all I've been thinking about all day is when I can get my hands on you."

Squirming in his seat, Rodimus glared at the office door.

"I can't help but think about that time on the bridge after hours. Surely you remember that?"

Rodimus uncrossed his legs and then re-crossed them with a different leg over the other. He could just deactivate his comm, but then he would win. And he couldn't have that.

"In fact, I remember us ending up in that very chair you're sitting in. Only I was under you, with my spike in your valve. I’m sure that was much better than the tiny thing inside of you right now. I bet you wish I was fucking you right where everyone could watch.”

Rodimus stifled whatever noise his voicebox wanted to make. He would make it through this shift. He was ready to be tied up and fucked in whatever way Megatron wanted—which he hoped was in every way.

He could hear Megatron’s ventilations through his comm. Like he was right by his audial, whispering these naughty things so that only he could hear. 

Rodimus sat bolt upright when the office door opened. Optics immediately meeting Megatron’s, he knew he was moments from losing the bet. But then Megatron shut off the vibrator and crossed the bridge, not once breaking optic-contact.

Megatron leaned down and whispered, “I don’t want to wait anymore.”

A shiver ran up Rodimus' spinal strut.  

If the two of them didn’t currently have their processors in their arrays, they might have noticed the looks from the crew. 

Circling around the captain’s chair, Megatron whispered right into Rodimus’ audial. “Ready to go?”

Rodimus stifled a rev of his engine and said, “Fuck yeah, I am.”

Behind the security of Megatron's habsuite door, Rodimus' pedes barely touched the ground.  He'd been scooped up and shoved against the wall where Megatron could finally get his hands and lips on him.

"Don't open yet," Megatron whispered.  His hand on Rodimus' array didn't help.  "Just wait a little longer."

Rodimus squirmed, but didn't verbally object.  His lips were occupied moments later, anyways.  

Even though their plating was flush and scraping along the others', Rodimus still tried to pull Megatron ever closer.  All day he'd been good.  All day he'd been at the mercy of the mech whose glossa was tangled up with his own.  All day he'd waited for the moment he'd get to touch him.  And he wanted everything.  Everything and anything.

Rodimus could feel lubricant trickling down his thigh.  He'd won the bet, but just barely.  Frankly, he didn't care.  He just wanted Megatron inside of him and he wanted it now .

"Fuck me already," Rodimus got out between kisses.

"Let me savour you, first."

Rodimus let out a long groan when Megatron kissed his neck.  Impatience and lust made his field heavy and prickly and jabbed at both him and Megatron.

"Patience," Megatron whispered.  "Be my good little Rodimus."

A thrill of desire coursed through Rodimus' lines.  He didn't even get a prompt to dismiss before his array snapped open; everything lay bare for Megatron.  The vibrator dropped to the floor.

"Insolent little thing…"  His voice was soft in contrast to his word choice.  "You lack control."

Shaking like nothing else, Rodimus could only fumble out a staticky, " Please ."

Of all the things Rodimus thought Megatron would do right then, tossing him over his shoulder was not one of them.  Stunned, he hung limply.  He didn't even realize what was going on until Megatron had put his wrists into cuffs suspended from the ceiling.

Rodimus revved his engine excitedly.

Megatron moved to grab Rodimus, but stopped suddenly.  His optics were clear as he looked into Rodimus'.

"What's the safeword?" he asked.

Rodimus cocked his helm.  In the hazy world of lust he was momentarily confused.  He didn't need words he needed spike .  But after a few moments of Megatron just staring at him, a tinge of worry seeping into his field, he said, "Don't worry, Megs, we're not gonna need that.  I'm ready for whatever you want."

Megatron just gave him a look .

Rodimus rolled his optics.  In an annoyed tone, he said, "The safeword is 'shelf.'"

Megatron nodded, pressed a strangely chaste kiss to Rodimus' forehelm that set his spark ablaze.  He was left dazed in the best way possible.  The next thing he knew, Megatron had his legs strung up and another cable hooked onto his spoiler mount.  Completely suspended from the ceiling, his hands bound behind his back, he was well and truly at his co-captain's mercy.

And that was just fine by Rodimus.

"Comfortable?" Megatron asked.

Rodimus wriggled a bit.  He wouldn't necessarily call it comfortable , but he wasn't hurting him.

"You're sure you're okay with this?"

"Megs, I am so ready for whatever you have planned."  Rodimus flashed him a winning smile.  "About time you got me like this."

Megatron circled around Rodimus, giving the restraints a final check.  He noted excitedly that he was at perfect spike-sucking height.  He swore to Primus if Megatron didn't—

Rodimus' optics widened and oral solvent dripped down his chin as Megatron stood before him, his massive spike pressurizing right before his face.  

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," Megatron said, his voice deep and commanding.

"I want you to do whatever you want to me," Rodimus said, transfixed.  "But if you want specifics … I want you to fuck my throat until you come."

Rodimus opened his mouth invitingly.  He stared up at Megatron with a wanton expression.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Megatron said. His optics glowed a deep, intoxicating red.

He gently stroked Rodimus' cheek.  The bastard was being too damn sweet when all Rodimus wanted was to be disrespected.

"Don't be nice to me.  I want you to use me."

"Then I'll use you how I want to.  And right now, I want to do this."

Rodimus let out a little huff of annoyance, but it did feel nice.  Not what he wanted , but nice.  He enjoyed it for what it was, closing his optics, practically purring when his fingertips slid along the length of his finial.

He heard the clunking of an old warframe shifting, and when he opened his optics, Megatron's face was right in front of his.

"I'm tempted to just leave you here so I can finally get some peace and quiet."

" Rude .  And there will be no peace or quiet.  You will hear me."  The pout Rodimus put on was short-lived, as Megatron leaned in to kiss him it morphed into a small smile.  That, too, was short-lived, moaning softly against scarred lips.

The restraints jingled from Rodimus trembling with arousal.  He bit Megatron's lip, smirking mischievously when he pulled away.

"Megs, I need that thing inside of me yesterday ."  When Megatron stood, he craned his neck and tried to capture his spike.  "Please, please, please ."

"You have been good… mostly ."

Megatron took a firm hold of Rodimus' chin.  His rigid spike twitched invitingly before his optics as a bead of prefluid dripped from the slit and flowed over gently pulsing biolights.

Rodimus had never seen a more delectable spike.  He eagerly licked up the prefluid once he could, coaxing the head into his warm, wet mouth.

Megatron sighed, pleasure clear in his features.  

Steam billowed from Megatron's vents and over Rodimus' face.  He heard them hitch as he swirled his glossa around the impressive head that was already bordering on too much for his mouth.

"Ready?"

Rodimus went to throw a thumbs-up.  When that was a challenge, he fluttered his spoiler halves and stared up at Megatron with unbridled lust.

With the utmost care, Megatron slowly sheathed himself inside.  He stopped just shy of Rodimus' intake.  He used a little more force to push into the tight ring, but Rodimus felt nothing but pleasure as his nose bumped into pelvic plating.

Rodimus bobbed his helm as much as he could, drool dripping down his chin.

Megatron wrapped his hand around Rodimus' throat, but didn't squeeze.

"Don't move."

Rodimus immediately disobeyed.  Though it wasn't his helm moving.  It was his valve clamping down on nothing.

"You said you wanted me to use you.  So let me."

He made a choking noise, lubricant splashing down from his array.  He clenched his fists.

"I can feel my spike in your throat," Megatron said, stroking the bulging cables.  "Do you feel that?"

Megatron made little thrusts, his fingertips following the head of his spike and the noticeable lump.

Rodimus' only regret today was not filming this.  He'd definitely bring that up next time.  Could be a nice little treat for Megatron to entertain himself with while Rodimus was working.

The only response Rodimus could give was a small whine and the flutter of his spoiler.

A growling, pleasured sigh slipped from Megatron's voicebox.  He started to move, making long, languid thrusts where he nearly pulled all the way out before slowly entering his intake.  All the while, he made the little noises Rodimus usually drowned out.  His vents catching.  The deep moans.  The higher pitched gasps when the head of his spike would catch on the entrance to his throat.

If Rodimus weren't bound, he'd be furiously fingering himself.

"It's always impressive how much you can take," Megatron said.  His crimson optics, glazed over with unbridled desire, met Rodimus' own.  Unintentional tears pricked at the corners.

Megatron's pace faltered.  He didn't fully pull out, but carefully wiped away the coolant.

"Are you alright?"

Frustratingly, he allowed Rodimus to speak.  Annoyance made his words prickly, but he did his best to be understanding.

Though it was strange, Megatron cared for him in some capacity.

"Megs, I'm fine .  I get that you probably haven't had as many spikes down your throat, but that just kinda happens.  Hell, if I'm not at least kinda crying by the time you're done, you've been doing it wrong."

Megatron still looked unconvinced.  "I could very easily hurt you."

"Okay, sure, maybe if you were a complete brute and didn't give a fuck and were fucking my processor out sure , but you're not.  We've barely even started .  Look, I can…"  Rodimus moved as much as he could in the restraints.  Enough to be noticeable.  "If you're truly, actually hurting me, or if I just want you to stop, I'll just wiggle a bunch, okay?  But I won't.  Because I said I wanted you to fuck my throat until you come and I meant it .  Trust me.  I can take a pounding before things start breaking.  But I'm not averse to a little pain."

Rodimus flashed him his signature smile.

"I'd rather not end up in the medibay if we can avoid it."

Rodimus blew a raspberry.  "For Primus' sake, Megatron, I'm trusting you to tie me up and use me, can you trust me to know that I want this and what my limits are?  You think you're the first mech to have me strung from the ceiling?"  He scoffed.  "This is nothing .  This is vanilla to me.  This is a starting point for kink for me.  So please, for the love of fucking, just do me already!"

Had he been free, Rodimus would've grabbed him so he'd do what he so obviously wanted to do.  But he couldn't.  So he just hung there, annoyed, until Megatron finally put his spike within reach of Rodimus' more than eager mouth.

Rodimus gave a needy whine while stretching his neck as far as it would go.  He revved his engine when Megatron rested his hand on his helm.

"If I hurt you and you don't get me to stop, we won't be doing anything like this ever again."

"Hey, this was your idea and I did everything you asked.  I've been good, which means I deserve a good spiking."

Megatron hummed in thought as he ran the head of his spike along Rodimus' lips, smearing pearlescent prefluid.  

"Please, Megs," Rodimus begged.  His optics were locked on the tantalizing prize before him.  He opened his mouth, but didn't try to capture it.  Thankfully, Megatron got over himself and gave Rodimus what he wanted.  What he needed .

Another pearl of prefluid mixed with the copious amount of oral solvent and made for an easy glide into his intake.  He started off slow again, hardly moving.  It wasn't until he had Rodimus whining that he picked up the pace.

Megatron grabbed his helm with both hands, his fingers shifting minutely along his finials.  It sent a thrill of lust through his lines.

Rodimus felt every plate of Megatron's impressive girth spreading his intake.  It approached the threshold of pain, but never met it.  

Just how he liked it.

Even still, he knew he'd be sore the next day.  Sore, but satisfied .  And if Megatron would stop being the stupid, overly cautious bore he'd been, he could be proud about leaving him in such a state.

Harder .

Rodimus couldn't verbally demand anything, so he tried to communicate through his optics.  Glazed over, but yearning .  He put as much desire and need into his gaze as he could.

Against his un-voiced wishes, Megatron, instead, stroked his finials almost reverently.  Which was nice after.   But during , he just wanted Megatron to chase his own pleasure.  As long as his partner was enjoying themselves, he'd find his own enjoyment.

Not that Megatron ever left him wanting.

He just left him impatient . 

Rodimus flicked his glossa along the underside of Megatron's spike.  He managed to circle the head as he nearly pulled all the way out, flashing a mischievous look Megatron's way.

"Patience, Rodimus," Megatron said.  His words wavered just a bit with his hips pressing more firmly with each stroke.

Rodimus flapped his spoiler, annoyed.  But Megatron stopped, fully seated, pushing just a little further into his yielding throat, and made Rodimus' optics roll back into his helm.

"Well, then.  Let's see what you can take."

Though he would never admit it to him, he was glad Megatron was being so careful.  Because when he really started face fucking him, he realized just how long it had been since he'd let someone do this.

He wasn't even going that fast or hard.  It was Megatron's steady pace that his impressive spike more than made up for.  Each time he hit the back of his throat, he felt himself gag, even if it was minute and easily ignored.  That, and the taut cables in his neck flexed to their limits.  A small one even snapped, sparking.

Still.  There was no way in hell Rodimus was going to tell him to slow down.

"Is this what you wanted, Rodimus?"  Megatron's voice was slightly laboured.  He fucked him just a little harder.  "You want my spike deep in your throat?"

If he'd been able to, he would've been nodding emphatically.  Begging for more.

Megatron curled his hand under Rodimus' neck.  He didn't squeeze.  Instead, he was feeling for the bulge of his spike, pushing deep into Rodimus' intake.

"Rodimus…"  Megatron sighed his name out.

Rodimus clenched his fists and lamented how empty he was. His valve cycled down desperately and the aft plug just wasn't enough. A soft whine managed to escape his voicebox. Every sound was punctuated by the thrusts.

"Can you handle a little more?"

Yes, you clueless—

Unable to motion or speak, Rodimus brightened his optics until the light spilled across Megatron's plating, while his spoiler quivered with excitement.

"I forgot just how good your mouth feels," Megatron said.  "I'm already close."

Fuck me harder, Megs. Please. I need it.

What would have been a gasp was cut off by Megatron's spike slamming into his intake.  Rodimus saw stars as his lips were forced taut, excessive amounts of oral solvents dripping from his mouth.  Megatron had made him a mess .

Rodimus' mangled name met his audials in rapid succession as Megatron's thrusts became erratic and uneven.  His throat protested the abuse, but every other part of his frame was loving it .

The creaking of the restraints and Megatron's moans drowned out Rodimus' groans of pain-pleasure.  

Rodimus winced when Megatron gripped his finials just a little too hard.  Undoubtedly leaving dents, Megatron was hunched over as he chased his overload, his optics shut tight.

With a deep grunt, Megatron brought his pelvic plating flush with Rodimus' dripping mouth.  He gave a few short, sharp thrusts, spilling transfluid down his intake.

Rodimus swallowed every drop.

Panting heavily, Megatron stroked the tender metal of his finials.  He paused over the damage.

"I'm sorry.  Does this hurt?"

Rodimus gasped as Megatron's spike slid out of his mouth.  He coughed a couple of times, which made Megatron look even more worried.  

With optics clouded by lust, Rodimus looked right into Megatron's.

"I am fan-fucking- tastic ."  He gave him a wobbly smile.  "We need to do that more often."

Megatron knelt down.  Rodimus noticed amusedly how his struts creaked and he let out one of those old mech grunts.  He expected a kiss or two, but instead Megatron turned his helm this way and that, running his fingertips along his finials.  It had the unintentional effect of riling Rodimus up even more.

"It looks mainly cosmetic."

"Quit it with all the concern!  I'm fine .  This is exactly what I wanted and if I get a few dents because of it— good .  And if you think you're done fucking me you're sorely mistaken."

Megatron chuckled.  "Seems you're a bit of a masochist."

"You're just figuring this out now? "

With another small chuckle, Megatron kissed him.  Rodimus came at his lips hungrily, but Megatron's intentions were far more chaste.  

Rodimus wriggled.  "Megs, I'm horny ."

"And I'm not done with you yet," Megatron said as he stood.  "But you'll have to be patient if you want my spike."

"Dude, I don't care what you use, but I need something in me yesterday ."

Megatron disappeared from Rodimus' field of view.  Humming a low tune, he placed a hand on Rodimus' scalding array.  He stroked through his soaked folds, making Rodimus squirm at the not-enough feeling.

Then he put something around the base of his spike.

"What're you…"  Rodimus ducked his helm, but couldn't get a good look.

"An inhibitor ring," Megatron answered.  "I can't have you coming until I can be inside you again."

Rodimus keened.  He shook as Megatron pressed an experimental finger into his valve.  

"For now, I think I'm going to have some fun with you."  One finger turned into two.  "Stretch you open.  Prepare you to take my spike in whatever way you'd please.  So… which would you prefer?"

"Both.  Any.  All .  Just… just touch me ."

Rodimus' moan echoed around the room as Megatron pressed in deep.  Just shy of his ceiling nodes.  His frame shook until the restraints rattled.

"I've been thinking about this all day," Megatron said.  "Having you completely at my mercy."

"You're a little too merciful if you ask me," Rodimus muttered.

Rodimus yelped when Megatron spanked him.  Once he got over the initial shock, he revved his engine.

"Now that's more like it."

The next spank had him moaning loudly.

"Look at you…"  Megatron worked his fingers in and out, ridiculous amounts of lubricant squelching out.  "Such a naughty little thing.  You just love being used, don't you?"

Words failed Rodimus.  Especially when Megatron shoved a third finger in, really stretching him.

"I want to hear you, Rodimus," Megatron purred. "Tell me how good this feels."

"So fucking good, mm…"

"But it's not enough, is it? It's never enough with you."

"Sounds like a you problem," Rodimus teased. But then Megatron rubbed his node and he felt the first surge of charge bleed off into nothing. He whined, wriggling in the restraints.

Megatron wrapped his free hand around his throbbing spike. "My, my, an overload already? You're far too easy."

"See, someone else would take making me come a bunch as a compliment ," Rodimus panted. He whined as Megatron abandoned his spike and slowed his thrusting fingers.

"I will take quality over quantity. And trust me, dear Rodimus, the one I will let you have, will be processor-blowing ."

"I'll—mm—believe it when I feel it." His optics bugged out when Megatron tugged on the aft plug. "Primus, please fuck me there."

"Is that what you'd like?" Megatron tugged on it until it nearly slipped out, then let his aft swallow it back up.

Rodimus nodded emphatically.

"Alright then…" 

Megatron slowly pulled the aft plug out so that Rodimus could feel it stretching him open. He moaned at the double stimulation, his plating rattling and the restraints shaking.

"You have such greedy little holes, so I know this won't be enough for you, but let's start with this, hm?" Megatron slipped his thumb in his aft. And he was right, it wasn't enough, but it would do. Especially when Megatron rocked his hand, pushing deep into his valve and then into his aft, never leaving him as full as he wanted to be.

Rodimus bit his lip. He wouldn't complain. He would be good so Megatron would fuck him hard. He released it to let his co-captain's name slip out on a lustful crest.

Megatron's free hand stroked Rodimus' slick thigh. He spread his legs just that much further, fully baring his array.

"What a beautiful mess you are," Megatron said. "And so wet for me."

" Please ," Rodimus begged. His valve and aft clenched down on Megatron's fingers. It wouldn't be enough until he gave him his spike.

"Please, what, Rodimus?"

" More. "

"I'm giving you plenty already."

"I want you to frag my aft, please ."

Exactly the opposite happened. Rodimus keened as he was left completely empty, his array throbbing with need . It's worsened when he felt Megatron's hands on his thighs, just looking at him.

"Megs, please , you're killing me here." Rodimus squirmed in his bonds. 

"You just want to come again."

"Oh, like you don't."

" Fine . If you simply cannot wait, I'll frag you, but the inhibitor ring stays on. You’ll overload when I say you can overload.”

“ Meeeeeegs ,” Rodimus complained. “You’re so mean to me.”

“Didn’t you want me to be mean?” Megatron spanked him.

Rodimus moaned, clenching his fists as the pain-pleasure washed over his systems. “No, I want you to be rough ,” his voice had a quaver to it. “And the nice thing to do would be to fuck me hard .”

“And I said I would. You just won’t get to come until I let you.”

“Which is mean .” Rodimus wriggled in the restraints, earning himself another spank.

“Quit moving so much.”

Rodimus froze when he felt the weight of Megatron’s spike resting on his aft. He slid it along his wet folds, teasing him.

“You keep saying you want to be used. That you want me to do whatever I want to you. And yet, here you are complaining when I do just that. So you’re going to hang there—heh. Not that you have much of a choice —and you’re going to let me fuck you how I want to, and I think you need to learn to appreciate the overloads I give you.”

“Okay, fine , just fuck me .”

Megatron let out a low, predatory growl that sent a thrill of lust through Rodimus’ field. Lubricant dripped from his valve, adding to the mess he’d already made, and his port twitched in anticipation. Even more so when the blunt tip of Megatron’s spike prodded at his opening.

“Are you sure you’re ready for me?” 

“I’m always ready for you.”

Grabbing both of Rodimus’ hips, Megatron pressed in none-to-gently. Having the plug in all day left him aching a bit, but it wasn’t long before his impressive girth loosened him up, making for an easy glide.

“Is this what you wanted?" Megatron asked, increasing his pace.

"Yes!" Rodimus moaned unabashedly. "Fuck me hard, mm…"

It was times like these that he was glad no one wanted a habsuite near Megatron. No neighbours meant no noise complaints. No noise complaints meant all the kinky sex he could ask for. Once Megatron finally indulged in those kinks, and he knew—he knew —this had to be just the tip of the iceberg. And dammit, he was willing to dive .

After a few hard thrusts, Rodimus demanded, "Choke me."

Rodimus' optics lit up with lustful glee when Megatron wrapped a hand around his neck without thought or complaint. He squeezed, and Rodimus' whole frame grew hotter with pleasured delight. He weakly revved his engine when Megatron went so far as to lift him by his neck, rendering the cables that weren't around his ankles moot.

There were a plethora of things he wanted to say then. He wanted to express just how much this turned him on, but even if he physically could have said something, every thought fled his processor. All he could focus on was the hand around his neck and the spike pounding into his aft.

Megatron dropped him, and the restraints yanked on Rodimus' plating and made him yelp. He immediately followed it with an extended moan ending with Megatron's name. Because Megatron was finally treating him how he'd wanted him to treat him:

Carelessly.

"Your aft takes my spike so easily, now," Megatron said, his voice in that deep, growling range that would've made Rodimus wet if he weren't already dripping .

Every joining of their frames resulted in a wet slap, sending droplets of lubricant splashing across their thighs and abdomen. Gravity pulled it down, scoring lines through the condensation on their plating. It left them both in a mess of various fluids and neither of them gave a single damn about how filthy they were.

"I'm starting to think you like it in the aft more than in your valve." Even though it proved to be an awkward angle, Megatron still managed to reach under Rodimus and stuff two fingers into his valve, making him choke out a pleasured groan. "Is that true, Rodimus? Does your aft feel better?"

"And if it does?" he managed to gasp out.

Megatron's grip on his hip tightened. "Then I want to fuck you this way more often."

A noticeable tremor made the restraints rattle. 

Megatron laughed darkly. "I have such a naughty little co-captain, don't I? You love it when I use you as my own little plaything, don't you?"

If Rodimus were of sound processor, he knew that inflating Megatron's ego this much could only lead to trouble. But right then? Right then he'd tell him he was Primus' gift to Cybertron if it meant he kept fucking his aft the way he was.

And then the stupid inhibitor ring bled off another overload and he wanted to kick him.

"Take it off, please ," Rodimus begged.

"Not yet."

"I hate you."

Megatron pulled his fingers out of his valve and stuffed them in his mouth, instead. "Quit complaining or I won't let you overload at all ."

Rodimus let out a small whine, but otherwise didn't verbally protest. He obediently sucked on Megatron's fingers.

"Good boy," Megatron purred. "Get them nice and clean for me."

Eagerly obeying, he tried to coax them deeper into his mouth. He felt the tips just graze his throat, lamenting that he couldn't clone Megatron so he could fuck his mouth at the same time. And then he'd have one he could keep in his room and use him whenever he wanted him.

Rodimus bit off another whine when Megatron took his fingers out. He moaned, instead, his ventilations ragged as charge built up again. He tried to fight it off, but soon enough another overload came and went without sweet release.

He clenched his fists, his frame growing rigid, and words failed him. It all felt so good .

And yet .

"You're squeezing me so nicely." Megatron slowed to just above a teasing pace. Not that it mattered with the ring. "If you keep being my good boy, I'll let you come. I might even be persuaded to come on you. Would you like that?"

Rodimus keened, nodding. He rasped out a small, "Please."

"Then no more complaints." Megatron leaned down over him, his mouth by his audial as he added, "I mean that. Even one little complaint, and the ring stays on."

"I'll be good," Rodimus promised.

Megatron wrapped a hand around Rodimus' neck. Before he'd even squeezed, he found it difficult to ventilate. When he did start to close his hand, a new overload bled off, and Rodimus made no noise or movement in protest. 

"That's my good Rodimus."

He lifted him by his neck again, holding Rodimus close to his frame. He kissed the nape of his neck and made him shiver.

"You're my pretty little mess," Megatron whispered. He loosened his grip just enough to allow a weak wheeze to escape Rodimus' throat. "I could spend an entire day fucking your aft and not get tired of it. And even if I did, there's still your valve and your mouth."

Rodimus clenched down on Megatron's spike. He was so full of charge he might burst , but he kept his mouth shut. Or rather, he only used it to moan.

Megatron opened his hand fully, this time gently lowering him down until the cables caught him. But his roughness transferred to his spoiler, grabbing both halves near the mount and using them as leverage to pound into him.

Rodimus screamed Megatron's name. Pain-pleasure engulfed his field and made it so his world began and ended with Megatron. He let his helm hang, panting, his aft feeling so thoroughly used that he was practically numb.

So lost in a world of pleasure, Rodimus didn't notice that Megatron had removed the ring until he was crying out in overload. All that pent up charge snapped out of his frame at once, forcing his voicebox to pop and his optics to flare white. He kept his mouth open even as no sound came out. 

His whole frame tensed, his spoiler halves flapping and dislodging Megatron's hold. Sparks erupted from gaps in his plating while his calipers clamped down on Megatron's relentless spike.

Forced into a hard reset, Rodimus came back online to Megatron still fragging him. He lifted his helm, his optics glazed over, trying to make sense of the world.

"Are you back?" Megatron asked.

Rodimus nodded weakly.

Megatron leaned down over him once more, his voice a low growl, and said right into his audial, "Do you still want me to come on you?"

Rodimus nodded as vigorously as he was able in his state. He let his helm drop after as the fatigue set in.

Grunting from the effort, Megatron gave short, but deep, thrusts, his fingers digging into Rodimus' hip joints. His ventilations grew ragged and were interrupted with little pleasured noises.

Megatron pulled out suddenly, pumping his spike until thick, silvery ribbons striped Rodimus' plating. Warm transfluid covered his back plating and even some of his spoiler. 

Rodimus reveled in the feeling of being marked. He wished he could see himself from Megatron's view and desperately wanted to do the same to him. Even in his exhausted state, the idea of having Megatron sprawled across his berth absolutely covered in his transfluid had his engine quietly revving.

He shook violently.  His frame was rapidly cooling, pinging as he came down from the high.  He unintentionally flinched away from Megatron's touch, which fell gently on his abused plating.

"You're not hurt?" Megatron asked.

Rodimus tried to speak, but his voicebox was still resetting.  He shook his helm.

"Good.  I'm going to release the restraints, now."

He braced himself, expecting to be dropped or something, but Megatron held him aloft with one arm while the other unclipped his ankles, wrists, and spoiler mount.  Limp in his arms, Megatron easily turned him until he was cradled against his chest.  He calmed himself through Megatron's sparkbeat.

Only mildly conscious, Rodimus felt water cascading down his frame and soap lathering on his plating. By the time his processor had pieced together that he must be in Megatron's washracks, he was being gently laid down on his berth.

He expected Megatron to climb in after him, but instead he asked, "Do you need a drink?"

The mention of it made him realize just how dry his glossa was and how low his fuel levels had gotten. Damn. He couldn't remember the last time he'd burned through so much just from sex .

Rodimus nodded. It didn't take long for a cube to seemingly materialize in his hands.

Megatron inclined Rodimus' back, holding him there and helping him drink when his hands proved too shaky. He wanted to tell him that he could drink just fine on his own, but he really couldn't. He felt so weak and out of control and…

And fucking satisfied .

No, beyond satisfaction. He'd just had his processor fucked out of him and this frag made the top five—if it wasn't the best overall .

With one mech, anyways. More than one bot was just an unfair advantage, though. Maybe he could get Brainstorm to make him a one-to-one copy of his co-captain so they could have a threesome without the added hassle of finding someone who wanted to frag them both .

In any case, he should get the idea of a threesome rattling around in that bucket of his.

Once he'd finished his cube, his voicebox finally let him speak. So, of course, he rasped out, "Holy fuck, Megs. We gotta do that again sometime."

Megatron chuckled. "Don't expect that too often. I'm glad you enjoyed it, but I… I still worry I'll hurt you unintentionally." He stroked Rodimus' neck, making him tense up in anticipation. "Denting your finials is one thing, collapsing a vent is another."

Rodimus waved his hand dismissively. "Medical science has come too far for us to not risk a few collapsed vents."

"Maybe if we didn't run the risk of running into your doctor at Swerve's , and maybe if said doctor wasn't your amica's conjunx , I wouldn't be so worried about ending up in the medibay."

"You asking me out for drinks, Megs?" Rodimus grinned wide and without a care.

Megatron rolled his optics. "Then again… choking you does make it so you can't say something idiotic."

"If you think that's a threat you still have a lot to learn about me." Rodimus tensed when Megatron's hand curled around his neck, but he didn't squeeze. "Careful, Megs, I'm exhausted, but that won't stop me from trying to jump your struts again."

Megatron stroked the tender metal a moment longer, then let his hand slide down his chest. He shifted down the berth, and for a moment Rodimus thought he might be getting a little something extra, but then Megatron rested his helm in his lap. He was so surprised he just stared.

"Let me have a nap, first," Megatron said. 

"Only old mechs take naps."

Megatron shrugged. "You might as well. I have you trapped." He smirked, glancing up at him with mischief in his optics.

"Psh, I could escape whenever I wanted to," Rodimus said. He gently stroked Megatron's cheek as his optics shut then added, "I just don't want to."

"Before I take my old mech nap, I wanted to ask you… how would you feel about inviting someone to join us at some point?" 

"Can you read my mind or something?" Rodimus said. "I was literally thinking about how awesome it would be to have a threesome. Well, technically, I was thinking about cloning you, so… close enough."

"I'm that good, hm?"

"Were you not present when you just fucked my processor out? Not to mention how I, y'know, keep coming back? Do you really need me to stroke your ego? Because I'd much rather stroke something else."

Megatron chuckled. "So, that's something you'd be interested in?"

"If you could find someone who wants to frag both of us, absol utely . And as long as it's not, like, Thunderclash . If you bring Thunderclash in here not only will I never frag you again, but I will weld your array shut so you learn your lesson."

"Noted."

"Did you have someone in mind?" Rodimus curled forward until he could see Megatron's face.

"I might." He smiled, but didn't open his optics.

"Who?"

Megatron opened one optic. "You'll have to wait and see."

"C'mon, not even a hint?"

"Nope." He closed his optics again, getting more comfortable.

"Please? What if I hate who you pick?"

"You'll like him. That I promise."

"So it's a him ?"

"As if that narrows it down…"

"A hint is a hint." Rodimus beamed. "At least I know it's not Nautica or Velocity."

Megatron shifted his helm off of Rodimus' lap and then tugged him down until Rodimus' back was to his chest.

"It's time to sleep now."

"But I wanna know," Rodimus whined.

"And you will if you're patient. Now, be my good boy and go to sleep."

Rodimus squirmed. "You can't just 'good boy' me and expect me to sleep ."

"Tell you what, if you shut up and go to sleep, maybe I'll wake you up by eating you out."

"Oooohhh tempting… why don't we sweeten the deal and make it a sixty-nine?"

Megatron sighed. "Why do I feel like we're going to be late for work tomorrow?"

"We have work tomorrow?"

His next sigh was long-winded. "I'm going to draft an apology message for Magnus… just in case."