yami_samuraiflo | Lost Struggle (Transformers, Megatron/Optimus Prime, M)

Title: Lost Struggle
Author:

yami_samuraiflo
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash, rape, sticky.
Word count: 581
Prompt: Transformers: Animated, Megatron/Optimus Prime: The deflowering of Optimus Prime - "So, you really were a virgin..."
Summary: It hurt. A lot.

He’d known it was coming for a long time; but despite his best efforts, Optimus wasn’t able to retain a wail of pain as he felt the thin seal covering his valve entrance being ripped apart under a violent trust.

Dimly, in spite of the pain, he wondered if the glass-like shards that were all that remained from his virginity would dissolve properly like they were supposed to or if particularly large and resistant shards would imbed themselves into the delicate sensors and wires. It could happen should the… penetration be done too soon.

If that was the case, Optimus mused before pain tore him away from his dream-like moment, Ratchet wouldn’t be pleased.

A long moan followed by a sharp cry of pain and surprise escaped him as his valve clenched painfully around the spike that had been rammed into him, lubricant having not yet coated the walls to ease the invasion.

It hurt. A lot. Trying and failing to stop himself from whimpering, Optimus arched his back, shaking his head right and left, his hands, bound behind his back, searching vainly to grasp something to hold onto. Quick and powerful trusts made him rock back and forth as his unwilling lover grunted lowly in pleasure.

A part of his mind sarcastically told him he should be happy that at least someone was enjoying the whole experience, for he sure wasn’t by this point. Truth to be told, the young Prime hadn’t been expecting the pain to come so suddenly, but again, he hadn’t expected to be penetrated so quickly, without any warning.

But knowing who the mech topping him was, should he have been surprised?

Nonetheless, in a way, Optimus was happy for that. Despite this whole fiasco, he still held some measure of comfort in knowing that he wasn’t enjoying what his captor was doing to him. He prayed Primus for it to stay like that.

But apparently, Primus wasn’t feeling merciful today.

As quickly as he had started, the trusts stopped completely, although the spike wasn’t eased out of him. Optimus whimpered a little and turned his gaze on the mech holding him down in such a degrading position.

He shuddered a little. Megatron looked at him… not exactly coldly, but with an intensity that put the Prime ill at ease. He tried to stay perfectly calm as the warlord spoke. “Such a feisty creature, fighting me all the way and refusing to plead for mercy. Watching you writhe under me is very enthralling. Still, you don’t react like I hoped. You’re feeling pain, and nothing else, as if I was the one stretching your sweet, thick little valve for the first time. And I am, aren’t I, Optimus Prime?” asked the Decepticon, but smiling in a way that suggested he already knew the answer.

Optimus clenched his dental plates in anger and avoided the Decepticon’s warlord optics. It only made the grey mech laugh with mirth. “So, you really were a virgin after all... Why aren’t I surprised?”

Grinning like the water creature that humans called a shark, Megatron let his hands run over the body of his captive. “I would be a very despicable person if I left you with only memories of pain from your deflowering. And despite whatever Autobots say, I’m not a… total… monster.”

Almost purring in a malevolent way, Megatron pinned the red and blue mech down. “I will show you, little Autobot, how interfacing can be pleasurable…”

Optimus just glared.