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A deep, powerful roar that rumbles through the air. The engine hums with a steady, forceful rhythm, its growl rising and falling in pitch as it churns out raw power. The Prime hopped over another fallen oak. He was running through the dense forest, feeling the predator close behind. The energon pumped in his fuel lines and his spark spun with anticipation and thrill.The sound of Megatron's alt was never too far away. Optimus focused on reaching his destination, a supposed safe zone at the opposite end of the forest.
Optimus couldn't believe he'd let Megatron convince him, especially after recently ranting about his hatred of organic life. Preditor/Pray roleplay. It was something about building up the adrenaline before interfacing. A form of foreplay in a sense.
Optimus had not quite listened to Megatron's pretty words over the stacks of paperwork he had been doing at the time. He had just agreed to make the warlord leave him to his work. Perhaps if he did he wouldn't be being chased by the aerial mech. Spark racing and engines running hot. The thought of what was to come if he was caught. The same way any rabbit would be if caught by a predatory hawk. Devoured. He thought back to earlier… before the chase began.
Optimus's armor had been tastefully painted white, accented with pink details. Adorable white bunny ears sat atop his finials, and a fluffy cotton tail was affixed to his back. When he first caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, it was truly an embarrassing sight. His cheeks blushed a light blue. He might have protested, if not for the moment he noticed Megatron's reflection staring back at him.
Red optics shimmered with a predatory hunger and longing over the primes aft. Optimus, feeling bold, had teasingly wiggled his hips, causing the plush tail to sway seductively. The low hum of turbines revving in response was all he needed to keep his lips sealed about his provocative new look.
Megatron himself was also painted over for the chase, stylized as one of Earth's eagles. Optimus wasn't sure which, but that didn't matter because the warlord looked good, and somehow more dangerous than before. Feather pattered over his shoulders and down his back. Black optic liner under the red optics, somehow making them sharper than previous. And his claws painted over golden with black tips, the way talons are.
Megatron walked over, stepping behind the prettied-up Prime. Placing gold, clawed servos on the slim, blue hips. A small part that still held Optimus's original color. Optimus could easily feel how worked up Megatron already was if the building lust in the EM field was anything to go by. His red optics burn into Optimus's reflection in the mirror taking in the sight.
“You tease me Prime.” Megatron spoke low into the primes audio. Megatron nipped lightly at the white finials, making Optimus shiver. “Why shouldn't I just take you here and now?”
“What would be the point in all this set up if you don't wait til the end? This was your idea, Megatron.” Optimus replied. His voice soft and breathy and he lightly grinded his aft against the warlord's modesty plate.
The action having Megatron's grip on his hips tighten and his engine giving a dangerous growl. The gray mech’s voice dripped with a promise as he spoke. Their optics meeting once more. “When I catch you, Prime…”
Optimus hardly had time to continue to reminisce any further, let alone catch his breath. His vents felt like they were on fire; his internal fans were lord in his audios. Optimus could hear the thunderous roar of Megatron's quickly approaching. He was close. Optimus cursed, feeling the thrill of the chase sending a shiver down his spinal struts. A familiar build of charge stirring in his forge. The prime could feel the leak from his modesty panel, as lubricant began to coat the inside of his thighs. He bit his lower derma to suppress an unwanted moan. His own engine roared as he pushed forward. His battle protocols threatened to activate, but he shut them down again.
Optimus's optics widened, he was so close to breaking the tree like. He could see the safe zone from here, if he made it mean that he was able to top the warlord. His spark pulsed quickly at the thought, the energon in his fuel lines hot with adrenaline. A small smile spread across his face. The prime's competitive nature riled up in him; wanting to win at this game of cat and mouse. Optimus’s mistake was getting hopeful for his victory too soon.
The air was silent, the only sound resonating was that of the prime own engine and heavy ped step. Optimus had not realized he no longer heard the sound of Megatron's turbines. That was until the huge eagle painted mech had crashed down on him with the force, only missing him by inches. The impact of the airforce not only knocked the wind out of him, but sent him flying into the nearest oak tree.
Optimus hit the tree with a grunt, but reflexes were still fast enough to dodge. Megatron left little time for Optimus to react, reaching out to grab him. But he wasn't going to go down that easy. If Megatron wanted him he would have to work for it just as much as catching up to him. The prime dodged out of the way as megatron tried to pin him to the tree. The next few moments the most ungrateful movements of either of their lives. If it was from the clumsy dodges from the prime or stumbling of the rough terrain from the silver mech.
Megatron reaches for Optimus again, golden claws reflecting in the sun. Optimus squinted as the reflection hit his optics as he dodged once more, but his peds slipped on the moist ground under him. In surprise, Optimus reached for something to grab, the only thing being Megatron. The both of them take a tumble to the ground. The warlord falls to the ground on top of Optimus. The sudden force makes the prime let out an indecent honk of his horn. Optimus tried to scramble away from the mech, gripping and kicked at the earth to get away
Megatron had caught him. His growl was low and menacing as he pinned down the Prime against the ground. One servo binding Optimus's wrist above his helm. The other pinning the slim silver waist to the moist grown below, leaving nowhere to run or struggle. Optimus's processor spun dizzily from the entrapment. His engine shuddered with how ragged his vents expelled the excess steam. His HUD went wild with pop-ups, flip-flopping from activating his battle protocols to his interfacing protocols.
With the small amount of focus he had, he was quickly swallowed up by Megatron's heavy and intoxicating EMF. Absolute, unrestrained, predatory sexual desire. To feel the Warlord's armor against his own was searing hot and heavy against his own. He could easily feel how the bigger mech was also trying to control his venting. Megatron leaned in burying his face into Optimus's neck cables. Both inventing heavily and ex-venting heat from their frame, causing steam to rise. Megatron scents at Optimus's neck. Licking at the sensitive cables there. Sharp denta biting down, claiming him.
“You are MINE.”
The strong pheromones emanating from the primes panel caught Megatron's attention, he pawed at the closed panel desperate to open it. Optimus lets out a languish moan the more desperate Megatron got. No words were passed between the two as Optimus placed his arms round Megatron's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. It was hurried and sloppy, eliciting sounds of unbridled lust from both mechs. Megatron growled and bit Optimus’s bottom lip. He had captured his little white rabbit with reason. And he would take his prize. Optimus whimpered, letting his panel give way to the pawing, exposing his already leaking valve. Lubricant fell from between the plush undecorated ivory lips of the prime’s valve . The only color being the crystal blue node shining brightly indicating the already build up of charge.
Megatron leans back to get a view and his optics widen to their widest setting, glowing brightly with arousal and mesmerized by the sight. His frame shivers as a buzz of charge tingles up his spinal strut and the tight pressure of his spike pushing against his closed modesty panel. Megatron buries his face back into Optimus’s neckcables and takes a deep vent, taking in the scent. The scent of tousled earth and sweet energon is enough to have him transform away his own modesty panel and pressurize his spike. He rubs his throbbing spike against the plush ivory valve. Coating it in the pearlblue lubricant there. Optimus lets out a whorish moan at being lightly teased. Megatron attempts to tease Optimus about his valve being so wet, but with the opportune angel, Optimus' hips buck up. Megatron's spike slides right in, catching him off guard. Making the both of them moan out something feral.
Megatron trembles and shakes above Optimus, his grip on the Prime becoming dangerously tight, leaving dent marks where the claws gripped. Optimus let out a whimper, feeling Megatron's thick and long spike twitch inside his hot valve. Calliper cycled down on the large intrusion, doing their best to suck more of it in. Electric charge were exchanged between the two of them. Megatron growls and plunges forward, taking his claim on the Prime. Optimus arches into him, the charge making his vision static. It's better than any other time before. They had interfaced roughly, but nothing compared to the absolute animalistic way Megatron rammed into Optimus now. Or how Optimus calipers tighten around the spike just to feel every drag and thrust . The sensation of intense spark inducing friction makes both mech shiver and moan.
Optimus cried out Megatron's name with each thrust, striking right to his forge. Blue servos clawed into the silver backplate, needing something to grip, to pull the eagle painted mech closer. Optimus's waist, bound by the other servos, left little room to move, unable to thrust up as he did before or wiggle. He was truly at the whim of Megatron. It was so hot figuratively and literally. Nothing more than a spikesleeve to be used. His peds kicked up dirt wanting, begging for more. Megatron growled possessively over his needy prime.
Optimus was quickly growing close to his overload. And with the way Megatron's thrust became more desperate and uneven, he was close too. Electric sparks of charge dance over and between their frames.
“P-prime…” Megatron rasped. His mouth slightly parted. His red optics alight with static charge. The need to overload close. He just needed a bit more.
“M- Megatron!” Optimus shouted. His vocals are already static raw.
The familiar and stunning sensation of overload rolled through the Prime's whole frame. His calipers closed tight on Megatron's spike. Long legs squeezing tight on either side of the Megatron. His servos clawed, leaving more scratches on the back and shoulders of his lover, some tearing sensitive seam lines. Beads of blue energon speckling the gray back. The feel of Optimus' overload on his spike and the small jolt of the delicious pain jolted Megatron over the edge into his own overload. The great mech spilled his fluids into the awaiting forge.
Both mech vented heavily. Fans loud between the two trying to regulate temperature. Their frames still held in close embrace, trembled and shivered post overload. Eventually Megatron slowly pulled his spent spike out. A trail of transfluid followed the spike out with a squelch from the overstimulated valve. With a groan, Megatron rolled out of Optimus' embrace and onto the ground next to him. Both mechs' fans had quieted down but were still loud. Coolant dripped down their frames, only adding to the list of liquids already messing their frames. Optimus lazily glanced to the side, looking at Megatron. A soft, pleased smile on his face. He reached his servo out, taking the gray one in his own. He revived a small squeeze of acknowledgement before speaking.
“This… this was amazing, Megatron.”
Megatron glanced at Optimus as a wide grin swept across his face. “Of course it was!” He boasted loudly, a blissful laugh overtaking him.
It matched up with his EMF. Loud, warm, content, joyful. It was contagious, and a laugh soon bubbled out of Optimus. His laugh joined Megatron's in a happy bliss.