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beckyh2112) wrote2005-11-18 04:17 pm
beckyh2112) wrote2005-11-18 04:17 pm
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31_days - Megatron Weirdness
First, a log where Onslaught deflowers Megatron.
Now, 31_days.
Title: What's Not Done
Day/Theme: Nov. 18 'Bring you to your knees'
Series: G1 Transformers
Characters, Pairings: Megatron/Motormaster
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This is an oddly written fic. The middle part is entirely written in second-person, present-tense, but I think it works. However, feedback on whether I'm right or not would be appreciated.
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Megatron had only learned a few things from the Constructicons when they built him. Useful bits, all of it, but most of his knowledge was pre-installed or learned elsewhere. What he had learned from them had always proven applicable in some way, even the injunction that a creator did not interlink with his creation.
You didn't interlink with him. You didn't track him through the wilds of an alien planet and shove him into the dirt. You didn't sit astride his chest, fusion cannon resting casually against his shoulder. You didn't smile at him then, your optics far too bright for this situation.
You didn't silence his confusion with a kiss, nor did you let some of your power spark from your face armor to his. You didn't rumble with throaty laughter at his gasp, at the way he jerked away from the mingled pain-pleasure.
Nor did you laugh with delight as he figures out the game and turns the tables on you. You do not let him roll over and pin you, nor do you groan when he runs harsh fingers down the barrel of your fusion cannon.
There is never a point where you unlatch the cover to his interlink ports and find out that yes, no one else has done this to him before. You most certainly do not remove both of your jacks and put adapters on them. You never, ever plug them in, breaking both of the seals on the only two ports you bothered to install on him.
There is no blissful battle until overload takes him and he slumps against you. You don't crawl out from under him and carefully put caps into his ports before re-attaching that particular plate. You don't fly away and leave him there, return to your place of power and spare your second-in-command a beating he desperately deserves.
It just wasn't done.
Megatron shuffled the photographs Reflector had brought him and thought very hard about the things he hadn't done. As he did so, flashes of the photographs could just be seen - white wings and lush lips, black tires and violet optics, red scowl and purple mask.
Now, 31_days.
Title: What's Not Done
Day/Theme: Nov. 18 'Bring you to your knees'
Series: G1 Transformers
Characters, Pairings: Megatron/Motormaster
Rating: PG-13
Notes: This is an oddly written fic. The middle part is entirely written in second-person, present-tense, but I think it works. However, feedback on whether I'm right or not would be appreciated.
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Megatron had only learned a few things from the Constructicons when they built him. Useful bits, all of it, but most of his knowledge was pre-installed or learned elsewhere. What he had learned from them had always proven applicable in some way, even the injunction that a creator did not interlink with his creation.
You didn't interlink with him. You didn't track him through the wilds of an alien planet and shove him into the dirt. You didn't sit astride his chest, fusion cannon resting casually against his shoulder. You didn't smile at him then, your optics far too bright for this situation.
You didn't silence his confusion with a kiss, nor did you let some of your power spark from your face armor to his. You didn't rumble with throaty laughter at his gasp, at the way he jerked away from the mingled pain-pleasure.
Nor did you laugh with delight as he figures out the game and turns the tables on you. You do not let him roll over and pin you, nor do you groan when he runs harsh fingers down the barrel of your fusion cannon.
There is never a point where you unlatch the cover to his interlink ports and find out that yes, no one else has done this to him before. You most certainly do not remove both of your jacks and put adapters on them. You never, ever plug them in, breaking both of the seals on the only two ports you bothered to install on him.
There is no blissful battle until overload takes him and he slumps against you. You don't crawl out from under him and carefully put caps into his ports before re-attaching that particular plate. You don't fly away and leave him there, return to your place of power and spare your second-in-command a beating he desperately deserves.
It just wasn't done.
Megatron shuffled the photographs Reflector had brought him and thought very hard about the things he hadn't done. As he did so, flashes of the photographs could just be seen - white wings and lush lips, black tires and violet optics, red scowl and purple mask.