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Summary: A story about Megatron and Prizm. {Prizm created by Prizm}

Rating - R  {NC - 17}

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COMFORT

For Prizm

The long haired Femme sat alone atop her special hill, watching the clouds come and go, her pristine white hair blowing in the gentle breeze. A private place she came to meditate, a place she came for solace when things went awry. As Prizm gazed into the late afternoon sky, she felt like Eeyore the donkey - depressed. She remembered that grey gloomy donkey from a cartoon show she had watched when she was an Autobot. Teletraan I had televised it one time when she worked in the control room. Secretly she had enjoyed it, though she would kill anyone who found out. But unlike Eeyore, she didn't have Pooh Bear to talk to and comfort her.

//What will he say ...// she thought to herself, pulling at the shards of soft grass.

Autoforce had known they were coming, the mission had failed. Prizm thumped the ground, her cry of rage stifled. A complex mission, planned down to the finest detail - one thing they hadn't counted on - a snitch. Night Eyes, one of their own, at least they thought. Prizm could have killed the little shit. Doing his job, he said, she wondered if it was to save his miserable hide.

The Femme knew she had to return to face her fate. Her absence would be viewed as cowardice, she thought and knew that would make her look worse. Truth was she hadn't come out here to avoid it, just to have some peace and quiet, a little time to herself. Prizm stood to leave, leaving her flat pattern in the grass.

"Leaving so soon?"

The Femme started, then saw him standing beneath the small hill. He flew up to meet her.

Immediately she wanted to set the record straight. "I didn't come here to avoid you ... not exactly ..."

"I know that. Soundwave says you come here often."

"I like it here."

Megatron looked around. "Sometimes this planet intrigues me."

Prizm smiled. "Now who's avoiding the issue?"

The Decepticon Leader chuckled. "The others reported back to base, apart from Starscream. When I get my hands on him..."

"Threaten to kill him, point your big gun at him and make him beg for mercy."

Megatron chuckled again. "You gotta love it when he does that."

Prizm smiled. "I do ... Megatron, I offer my sincere apologies that the mission ..."

"Went to Hades?"

"In as many words."

"Some missions are doomed to fail, though it doesn't take the bitter taste from my mouth."

"I would've killed him, if only I had a clear shot ..." She clenched her fist tight.

"When I get my hands on that pathetic Night Eyes, I will rip out his laser core and eat it!" Megatron hissed. "So it looks like we're gonna have to put up with Grimlock leading the Autobots for a while longer. It'll be a while before we can attempt another assassination." The Decepticon Leader harrumphed. "Gods, some days I miss Optimus."

Prizm laughed. "Never thought I'd hear you say that."

  "Neither did I, but you know what they say ... Never say never."

It wasn't the punishment Megatron had in store that worried her. She was prepared to accept that. It was failing him that cut her to the core. Failing her Leader. Her Love.

"The others have all been severely reprimanded," Megatron said. "I'll kick Starscream's ass when he returns."

Prizm half smiled.

"And now," Megatron said, "I've come here to deal with you."

Prizm stifled a swallow as Megatron came closer.

And then he kissed her.

Taken aback, Prizm took a few moments to compose herself.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone. I'll lose my reputation."

Prizm smiled. "My mouth is welded. Your secret is safe with me."

"Good," he purred, running his hand lightly over her head, her troubles and tribulations vanishing at his touch. Slowly his dark hand combed through her thick white hair. She sighed inwardly. She loved it when he did that, his touch like none other in the Universe.

An Albatross perched on the hill, folding its magnificent wings as it watched the sunset.

"Let's go somewhere more private," Megatron said, his voice soft.

Prizm's mouth curved into a smile. "Yes, Mighty Megatron."

Her leader chuckled as he scooped her into his arms.

"You know, you're the only one who's allowed to carry me."

He smiled. "I feel privileged, M'Lady ... But what about Soundwave? I saw him carry you from a battle once."

Prizm smiled. "Well you and Soundie."

Megatron ruffled her hair. "There's an old underground abandoned Decepticon bunker not too far form here."

Prizm pouted. "A bunker is hardly romantic."

Megatron smiled. "Don't be too sure. Soundwave and I have done some ... renovating."

Prizm seemed intrigued.

"Sometimes we go there to escape the stress."

The Femme smiled, and felt a deeper empathy with Megatron, even the Decepticon Leader needed his quiet time, Prizm mused, as her Leader flew with her to the bunker.

Megatron scanned the area, and apart from a herd of Thomson's Gazelle, being stalked by a cheetah family, the area was deserted, bar grass beetles.

"Well you weren't exaggerating," Prizm said staring in awe, at the ancient Cybertronian decorum, the magnificent swords, and an enormous battle ax, taking her breath away.

The Femme read the ancient Cybertronian plaque on the wall ~~

Be wary those who enter this place, for it is

Guarded by the Gods of War

Prizm felt Megatron's hand on her shoulder, slowly sliding around her chest and turned to face her betrothed.

"You're right," she whispered. "This place is rather romantic."

"Told you," he smiled softly.

He ran his fingers through her hair, as though it were liquid silk. Inwardly she sighed as Megatron picked her up and placed her on the bed, which once was a ledge housing munitions, but now a place of love, romance and lust.

Megatron continued to play with Prizm's long hair, massaging her small head, gently caressing her beautiful elfin features.

"Mmm ... remind me to fail you more often," she smiled, stretching a little. "What did I do to deserve this?"

Gently Megatron's lips touched hers.

"You overexerted yourself," he said softly, "beyond the call of duty ... On this mission and those before it."

Prizm smiled. "Glad you noticed."

"I notice everything, My Darling."

The long haired Femme watched as he climbed over her, parting her hair, tracing his fingers softly down her back.

Prizm let his touch dissolve her stress and fatigue and waited patiently to give him the pleasure he gave her and wondered if the Autobots knew that he could be this gentle and considerate.

She felt her Leader's strong hands began to massage her body, encompassing her waist, squeezing gently. Prizm sighed and smiled as he held her and began to caress her chest.

"When do I get a turn?" she purred.

Megatron gave a smile and straddled her. "Any time you like..."

"Mmm ... that's more like it." Prizm shifted upward a little and began to caress the curves of her love's sexy waist, his flat stomach, her hands slowly moving upward to massage his broad chest, his smooth throat. He was about to say something, she placed her finger against his lips and smiled. As she began to stroke his cheek, he gently toyed with her hair. Prizm shivered slightly as he traced his hand down her smooth cleavage. Megatron smiled as he leaned forward and kissed her. Prizm returned the kiss and the two embraced. The Decepticon Leader held his betrothed and kissed her with fiery passion. Prizm returned the gesture with equal vigour.

Megatron's body felt hot against hers as he roughly caressed her, being careful not to tangle her luscious hair. Prizm smiled as his expert hands once again roamed free the uncharted regions of her body, daring where Angels feared to tread.

Gently, Megatron played with her interface. Prizm grinned and toyed with her love's as he connected it with hers. Prizm shuddered with delight at his light touch, her back arching. She smiled as she returned the touch, sliding her hand under his sexual interface. The Decepticon Leader almost gasped at her exquisite touch as he leaned forward, his life force energy entering her. Prizm in took a breath at the sensation, her love's energy mixing with her own and gripped him.

"There is no escape..." she growled.

"That's my line."

"Wanna bet?"

Megatron threw back his head and laughed as Prizm pulled him against her, kissing him like no other could, Megatron returning the kiss with equal passion. The Decepticon Leader grinned, grasping his love as he filled her with his vibrant fluid energy. Prizm let out an involuntary yelp as she felt Megatron's energies course through her with a vengeance. This was the life force of the Universe, she thought as she let her own energies flow into her love's body, feeling their energies merge. She waited a beat before releasing her energy again with such vehemence, Megatron involuntarily in took a sharp breath of air, then grinned.

"I should have seen that one coming, Love." And he came again.

Prizm did the same, the energy pumping faster, faster and faster, the ancient Cybertronian surroundings seeming to spin as if this place were not of this dimension.

The Transformers' bodies full of each other's energies now, coursing through them like molten lava burning a new river,

each pumping their vibrant energies, lost in a paradise of passion.

Prizm yelped as her love's energies coursed through her with the temperature and violence of a solar flare. Revelling in the moment, Prizm closed her eyes. Colours swirled within her, the outside world did not matter, the failed mission all but forgotten. Again she gave her thanks to Primus that she was no longer an Autobot. Megatron growled as he felt her warmth inside him, encompassing him and he came once more, Prizm's hair taking on a life of its own as though it were a white squall upon the sea. The Decepticon Leader grabbed and kissed his love with vigorous passion, sending the pumping energies into overdrive. Prizm jerked as Megatron came again, his energy shooting forth like a bat out of Hades, a bazooka exploding within her, the two Transformers' energies still pumping wildly. The Femme built up her energy, and released with such vigour, Megatron roared, the entire bunker shaking as the energies clashed. Prizm shrieked with delight as Megatron's energy entered her once more, a white hot indulgence. He grinned. Prizm's dark violet eyes glowed deep, her mouth curving upward, the raw, hungry passion in her eyes making Megatron shudder with excitement. The Femme released her energy with such force, the Decepticon leader howled like a banshee.

Prizm pulled his body on top of hers, then straddled him.

"Who says you get to be on top," she growled, her energy entering him once more.

Megatron grinned and held her, his hands caressing the Prizm's smooth metal, her slender waist, her Rapunzel hair taking on a life of its own. Prizm growled as she savagely bit her love's neck, drawing lubricant. The Decepticon leader emitted a low guttural growl, his eyes glowing a deep, dangerous crimson and responded in kind, giving her the love bite of her life. Buffy be damned, Prizm thought.

Megatron swallowed, then licked off the life force trickling down his love’s neck. Prizm arched her neck, growling softly, as her love’s tongue caressed her bare throat, before she began to do the same, Megatron’s low growl indicating his pleasure, as his love gently sucked his neck.

Energies pumping wildly, electrifying the senses, howls and growls like a pack of hungry wolves. Prizm wondered if the cries of ecstasy could be heard on the surface and decided she didn't give a damn as Megatron roughly pulled her on top of him, her body clashing against his with passionate vigour, the energies within them taking root, exploring every crevice of their being.

Prizm was sure by now the entire universe could hear their passionate frenzy. She felt like she would explode, becoming one with her lover as she held him tight, her screams exciting him beyond all boundaries of control as he again burst forth within her.

Passion flared to a deafening, electrifying climax before it began to ebb, slowly, like a gentle oceanic tide.

Prizm smiled warmly as Megatron held her. Their surroundings looking different somehow, warmer, more welcoming, as if they had gone back in time to the Glory Days of Cybertron. The Femme leaned again to Megatron's broad, welcoming chest. The Decepticon Leader smiled, stroking her long soft hair.

"Thank you," Prizm whispered.

"My pleasure, what for?"

Prizm smiled. "For everything ... Not just tonight ... Your love, your passion ... But most of all, for my son Allero."

Megatron smiled. "He’s becoming a fine young Decepticon. Don’t worry, he’s safe with Soundwave."

Prizm smiled as she nuzzled into her love. Her mind wandered briefly back to when she was an Autobot, they might have noble ideas, though she remembered hearing them say how evil and destructive Megatron was, then dismissed it. There was no place in the Universe she'd rather be than here.

"Ohh, Megsy..." she sighed, snuggling up to him. "My own cuddly little Pooh Bear ..."

"Your what?"

"Never mind," she whispered with a wistful smile, as she rubbed her head against him and fell asleep in his arms.

*

COMFORT

For You

You sit alone atop your special hill, watching the clouds come and go, your pristine white hair blowing in the gentle breeze. A private place you come to meditate, a place you come for solace when things go awry. As you gaze into the late afternoon sky, you feel like Eeyore the donkey - depressed. You remember that grey gloomy donkey from a cartoon show you had watched when you were an Autobot. Teletraan I had televised it one time when you worked in the control room. Secretly you had enjoyed it, though you would kill anyone who found out. But unlike Eeyore, you don’t have Pooh Bear to talk to and comfort you.

//What will he say ...// you think to yourself, pulling at the shards of soft grass.

Autoforce had known they were coming, the mission had failed. You thump the ground, your cry of rage stifled. A complex mission, planned down to the finest detail - one thing they hadn't counted on - a snitch. Night Eyes, one of your own, at least you thought. You could have killed the little shit. Doing his job, he says, you wonder if it was to save his miserable hide.

You know you have to return to face your fate. Your absence will be viewed as cowardice, you think and you know that will make you look worse. Truth was you hadn't come out here to avoid it, just to have some peace and quiet, a little time to yourself. You stand to leave, leaving your flat pattern in the grass.

"Leaving so soon?"

You start, then see him standing beneath the small hill. He flies up to meet you.

Immediately you want to set the record straight. "I didn't come here to avoid you ... not exactly ..."

"I know that. Soundwave says you come here often."

"I like it here."

Megatron looks around. "Sometimes this planet intrigues me."

You smile. "Now who's avoiding the issue?"

The Decepticon Leader chuckled. "The others reported back to base, apart from Starscream. When I get my hands on him..."

"Threaten to kill him, point your big gun at him and make him beg for mercy."

Megatron chuckles again. "You gotta love it when he does that."

You smile. "I do ... Megatron, I offer my sincere apologies that the mission ..."

"Went to Hades?"

"In as many words."

  "Some missions are doomed to fail, though it doesn't take the bitter taste from my mouth."

  "I would've killed him, if only I had a clear shot ..." You clench your fist tight.

 "When I get my hands on that pathetic Night Eyes, I will rip out his laser core and eat it!" Megatron hissed. "So it looks like we're gonna have to put up with Grimlock leading the Autobots for a while longer. It'll be a while before we can attempt another assassination." The Decepticon Leader harrumphed. "Gods, some days I miss Optimus."

You laugh. "Never thought I'd hear you say that."

  "Neither did I, but you know what they say ... Never say never."

It wasn't the punishment Megatron had in store that worries you.  You are prepared to accept that. It was failing him that cuts you to the core. Failing you Leader. Your Love.

It isn’t the punishment Megatron has in store that worries you. You are prepared to accept that. It’s failing him that cuts you to the core. Failing your Leader. your Love.

"The others have all been severely reprimanded," Megatron says. "I'll kick Starscream's ass when he returns."

You half smile.

"And now," Megatron says, "I've come here to deal with you."

You stifle a swallow as Megatron comes closer.

And then he kisses you.

Taken aback, you take a few moments to compose yourself.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone. I'll lose my reputation."

You smile. "My mouth is welded. Your secret is safe with me."

"Good," he purrs she he runs his hand lightly over your head. Your troubles and tribulations vanish at his touch. Slowly his dark hand combs through your thick white hair. You sigh inwardly. You love it when he does that, his touch like none other in the Universe.

An Albatross perches on the hill, folding its magnificent wings as it watches the sunset.

"Let's go somewhere more private," Megatron says, his voice soft.

Your mouth curves into a smile. "Yes, Mighty Megatron."

You leader chuckles as he scoops you into his arms.

"You know, you're the only one who's allowed to carry me."

He smiles. "I feel privileged, M'Lady ... But what about Soundwave? I saw him carry you from a battle once."

You smile. "Well you and Soundie."

Megatron ruffles your hair. "There's an old underground abandoned Decepticon bunker not too far form here."

You pout. "A bunker is hardly romantic."

Megatron smiles. "Don't be too sure. Soundwave and I have done some ... renovating."

You seem intrigued.

"Sometimes we go there to escape the stress."

You smile, and feel a deeper empathy with Megatron, even the Decepticon Leader needs his quiet time, you muse as your Leader flies with you to the bunker.

Megatron scans the area, and apart from a heard of Thomson's Gazelle, being stalked by a cheetah family, the area is deserted, bar grass beetles.

"Well you weren't exaggerating," You say staring in awe, at the ancient Cybertronian decorum, the magnificent swords, and an enormous battle ax, taking your breath away.

You read the ancient Cybertronian plaque on the wall ~~

Beware those who enter this place, for it is

Guarded by the Gods of War

You feel Megatron's hand on your shoulder, slowly sliding around your chest and turn to face your betrothed.

"You're right," you whisper. "This place is rather romantic."

"Told you," he smiles softly.

He runs his fingers through your hair, as though it were liquid silk. Inwardly you sigh as Megatron picks your up and places you on the bed, which once was a ledge housing munitions, but now a place of love, romance and lust.

Megatron continues to play with your long hair, massaging your small head, gently caressing your beautiful elfin features.

"Mmm ... remind me to fail you more often," you smile, stretching a little. "What did I do to deserve this?"

Gently Megatron's lips touch yours.

"You overexerted yourself," he says softly, "beyond the call of duty ... On this mission and those before it."

You smile. "Glad you noticed."

"I notice everything, My Darling."

You watch as he climbs over you, parting your hair, tracing his fingers softly down your back.

You let his touch dissolve your stress and fatigue and wait patiently to give him the pleasure he gives you and wonder if the Autobots knew that he could be this gentle and considerate.

You feel your Leader's strong hands begin to massage your body, encompassing your waist, squeezing gently. You sigh and smile as he holds you and begins to caress your chest.

"When do I get a turn?" you purr.

Megatron gives a smile and straddles you. "Any time you like..."

"Mmm ... that's more like it." You shift upward a little and begin to caress the curves of your love's sexy waist, his flat stomach, your hands slowly moving upward to massage his broad chest, his smooth throat. He is about to say something, you place your finger against his lips and smile. As you began to stroke his cheek, he gently toys with your hair. You shiver slightly as he traces his hand down your smooth cleavage. Megatron smiles as he leans forward and kisses you. You return the kiss and you both embrace. The Decepticon Leader holds his betrothed and kisses you with fiery passion. You return the gesture with equal vigour.

Megatron's body feels hot against yours as he roughly caresses you, being careful not to tangle your luscious hair. You smile as his expert hands once again roam free the uncharted regions of your body, daring where Angels fear to tread.

Gently, Megatron plays with your interface. You grin and toy with your love's as he connects it with yours. You shudder with delight at his light touch, your back arching. You smile as you return the touch, sliding your hand under his sexual interface. The Decepticon Leader almost gasps at your exquisite touch as he leans forward, his life force energy entering you. You in take a breath at the sensation, your love's energy mixing with your own and grip him.

"There is no escape..." you growl.

"That's my line."

"Wanna bet?"

Megatron throws back his head and laughs as you pull him against you, kissing him like no other can. Megatron returns the kiss with equal passion. The Decepticon Leader grins, grasps you as he fills you with his vibrant fluid energy. You let out an involuntary yelp as you feel Megatron's energies course through your with a vengeance. This was the life force of the Universe, you think as you let your own energies flow into your love's body, feeling their energies merge. You wait a beat before releasing your energy again with such vehemence, Megatron involuntarily in takes a sharp breath of air, then grins.

"I should have seen that one coming, Love." And he comes again.

You do the same, the energy pumping faster, faster and faster, the ancient Cybertronian surroundings seeming to spin as if this place were not of this dimension.

The Transformers' bodies full of each others energies now, coursing through them like molten lava burning a new river, as each pumps their vibrant energies, lost in a paradise of passion.

You yelp as your love's energies course through your with the temperature and violence of a solar flare. Revelling in the moment, you close your eyes. Colours swirl within you, the outside world does not matter, the failed mission all but forgotten. Again you give your thanks to Primus that you are no longer an Autobot. Megatron growls as he feels your warmth inside him, encompassing him and he comes once more, your hair taking on a life of its own as though it were a white squall upon the sea. The Decepticon Leader grabs and kisses you with vigorous passion, sending the pumping energies into overdrive. You jerk as Megatron comes again, his energy shooting forth like a bat out of Hades, a bazooka exploding within you, as your still pump wildly. You build up your energy, and release with such vigour, Megatron roars, the entire bunker shaking as the energies clash. You shriek with delight as Megatron's energy enters you once more, a white hot indulgence. He grins. Your dark violet eyes glow deep, your mouth curves upward, the raw, hungry passion in your eyes making Megatron shudder with excitement. You release your energy with such force, the Decepticon leader howls like a banshee.

You pull his body on top of yours, then straddle him.

"Who says you get to be on top," you growl, your energy entering him once more.

Megatron grins and holds you, his hands caressing your smooth metal, your slender waist, your Rapunzel hair taking on a life of its own. You growl as you savagely bite your love's neck, drawing lubricant. The Decepticon leader emits a low guttural growl, his eyes glowing a deep, dangerous crimson and he responds in kind, giving you the love bite of your life. Buffy be damned, you think.

Megatron swallows, then licks off the life force trickling down his love’s neck. You arch your neck, growling softly, as your love’s tongue caresses your bare throat, before you begin to do the same, Megatron’s low growl indicating his pleasure, as you gently suck his neck.

Energies pumping wildly, electrifying the senses, your howls and growls like a pack of hungry wolves. You wonder if the cries of ecstasy could be heard on the surface and decide you don't give a damn as Megatron roughly pulls you on top of him, your body clashes against his with passionate vigour, the energies within you both taking root, exploring every crevice of your being.

You were sure by now the entire Universe could hear your passionate frenzy. You feel like you will explode, becoming one with your lover as you hold him tight, your screams excite him beyond all boundaries of control as he again bursts forth within you.

Passion flares to a deafening, electrifying climax before it begins to ebb, slowly, like a gentle oceanic tide.

You smile warmly as Megatron holds you. Their surroundings looking different somehow, warmer, more welcoming, as if you had gone back in time to the Glory Days of Cybertron. You lean again to Megatron's broad, welcoming chest. The Decepticon Leader smiles, stroking your long soft hair.

"Thank you," you whisper.

"My pleasure, what for?"

You smile. "For everything ... Not just tonight ... your love, your passion ... "

You smile as you nuzzle into your love. Your mind wanders briefly back to when you were an Autobot, they might have noble ideas, though you remembered hearing them say how evil and destructive Megatron was, then dismissed it. There is no place in the Universe you'd rather be than here with him.

"Ohh, Megsy..." you sighed, snuggling up to him. "My own cuddly little Pooh Bear..."

" Your what?"

"Never mind," you whisper with a wistful smile, as you rub your head against him and fall asleep in his arms.

*

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