Megatron glanced at his Prime. He stood vigilante in all his glory unaware of the gladiator's meaningful gaze. His beaming red optics focused on the perfectly curved framework of his vibrant plates. He struggled to breath steadily as his optics scanned his beautiful body.

The kindness in his face with the touch of innocence in those ultra marine optics made the warlord almost feel ashamed for thinking impulsively of him. Just getting a swift look from Optimus made his spark thump in his chest. The brilliant tinge of red carried out to his arms and torso. Whenever Megatron looked at his lover's chest, he couldn't help but feel the power of the Matrix beyond his broad windshield guarded chassis containing his very soul. His spark called out to him like a soft angelic whisper, deeming it's rightful ownership of the Decepticon leader. The greatest quality of the Prime would have to be those perfectly curved hips that hugged around his sexy waist he was rocking. Every time he took a step they would grind over his thighs and swivel his pelvis. The gladiator couldn't count for the number of times he had found himself staring at his splendid aft. This time he was getting a little carried away. Who would of thought that Primus could create such perfection in a loyal and imperial form.

"Megatron? What is it?", Optimus questioned when he noticed his sparkmate staring at him in silence. He looked at the warlord so calm and diligent with the shine of his silver plates reflecting off the illumination. Megatron's crimson optics softened when he caught sight of him. The way the Prime's optics sparkled made him weak. The purity in them were what he had feared would strike a skip of the sparkbeat. The more he looked at his gorgeous Optimus, the faster the energon began to pump in his veins. He saw his dermas parted out of concern. He continued to look at them, wanting to claim them with his own. Megatron jerked his helm back quickly realizing what he was thinking and diverted his optics, clearing his throat nervously.

"N-Nothing Optimus", he stuttered. He screamed in his head for allowing his flustered behavior to show through. Optimus blinked at the taller mech. He could of sworn he saw a blush form along his faceplate.

"Are you blushing?", he noted the obvious. Megatron grew tense trying to hide the fact that he could no longer stare at his adorable face, but Optimus was observative.

"Come here", he spoke softly. Optimus wrapped his servo along the back of Megatron's neck. The mech's spiky optic ridges shot up in surprise.

"What are you- mmmff", Megatron was cut off by the touch of Prime's warm dermas. The kiss was so gentle, so enlightening that he melted into the sensation with ease. He instinctively closed his optics, moaning into his mouth. A warmth spread from the contact throughout his frame. It was so satisfying that his sensor nodes tingled. Megatron traced his servo along the side of Prime's body down to his hips and rested it there. He felt Optimus shiver from the delicate touch of his sharp digits grazing along his sensitive plates unexpectedly.

Optimus pulled away to witness his partner recollecting himself from the random act of affection. His optics were constricted. Even for a tough thick minded mech such as Megatron, somehow he was able to find ways to get into his gears. He chuckled softly, flashing him a sweet smile. Deep inside he knew his lover's true feelings towards him. Even if he didn't show much of it, it was there. He wanted to do things to the Prime, but was too reluctant. This much he knew given the way Megatron was looking at him earlier. Those hungry optics were a sign of pure lust. He was willing to commit.

Optimus took his partner in his dermas again, only this time he took the initiative to increase the intimacy. He could feel the ridges of Megatron's scars on his dermas, not that he minded. He loved every bit of the warlord's imperfections. Megatron grunted when he felt the touch of Prime's glossa sneak through to gain entry into his cavity. His mouth seemed to of opened on it's own allowing access for Optimus to explore him at will. The gladiator's optics flickered from the feel of the glossa curling in his mouth, tasting his sweet insides. As much as he enjoyed being pursued by the Prime he needed to even out the play.

Both of them were battling against each others glossa's for dominance. Megatron's only weakness was the beautiful sounds he was pulling out from Optimus as their glossas twisted around each other. Their hot breath collided together as they were lacking the action to breath during their attachment to each other. It's like there were magnets keeping them from pulling apart. Optimus was returning contact when he wrapped his strong arm around Megatron's pointed waist and pulled him closer. Megatron only purred in response, allowing him to be fondled by his smooth servo.

The gladiator's chest burned furiously the more he was being drawn out of reality and into the grasp of the Autobot's passion. His processor was emitting signals to his groin region which was admittedly aroused. He found himself wanting more of Prime's body, not just his kisses.

"Wait..", Megatron spoke reluctantly through his pointed denta. Optimus paused obediently, and allowed himself to catch his breath. Somehow he was concerned.

"Do you want me to stop?", he asked in fear that what he was doing was too much. Megatron struggled to reply as he was still breathing heavily with his deep breaths. He saw the tinge of blue energon that had rushed to Prime's face, making him flushed. Those blue orbs staring back at him were full of anticipation. Megatron definitely didn't want him to stop what he was doing.

"We should lay on the berth", he suggested. Optimus looked over at the large berth within the room they were occupying and turned back with a short nod.

"You first", Optimus spoke angelically with a soft smile. Megatron stood idled for a moment but he couldn't deny his request. He walked over to the berth turning to his partner before sitting himself down. He was taken by surprise when Optimus crawled on top of him, straddling over his hips. The gladiator gave a sickly grin.

"My my, you are quite the initiator today Optimus", Megatron spoke with amusement. The sexy gruff and husky voice of the warlord had the Prime on high libido. Normally in situations like this it would be Megatron pulling the strings and leading him into his sexual desires, but this time he wanted him to surrender to his seducement.

Optimus started to grind his hips into Megatron's. There was an immediate reaction from the larger mech from the rumble in his chest. The impact hurt a bit due to the sharp ridges of the warlord's crotch plates. Though not completely connected, they could be manipulated in a way. Optimus took hold of the gladiator's shoulder plates with their menacing pointy curves that stuck out brilliantly so he could steady himself from the movement.

"Nnng...Optimus", Megatron groaned softly from the friction and immediately started to move with him. His strong voice from earlier was already broken down by Prime's unpredictable moves. He drew his helm back to take in the pleasure he was experiencing from the simple motion. He rocked his hips forward into the Prime on top of him, breathing steadily. Optimus was enjoying the view of Megatron loosing his senses, although he knew that sooner or later he would want something more than just dry humping.

He added little pressure to the chassis in front of him indicating that he wanted to lie down. Megatron caught onto the gesture and let himself be guided onto the sheets. He laid flat on his back, looking back up at Optimus with his greedy optics. They seemed to glow brighter than usual whenever he looked at the one he cherished.

Optimus leaned over to place his servos on the sheets against Megatron's broad torso. He moved himself so he could nudge his way between his legs, hoping the gladiator would submit. Megatron obliged in allowing Optimus to press his pelvis firmly between his inner thighs. The heat of his crotch made his spike twitch with the urge to be released. Optimus was having the same problem feeling the surrounding heat radiating off of the legs pressed against both sides of him. Optimus took a moment to gaze into the optics of his lover. Megatron tried to keep his face neutral, but he was blushing deeply solely on the fact that Optimus had put him in such a vulnerable position. It wasn't to say that he didn't want this. If he was against it he wouldn't of let Optimus come between him in the first place.

The Prime studied the bodily features that formed his appearance. The curvilinear in his plates were so unique. He loved the way they shaped up his shoulder plates and carried towards the middle of his chassis where the deep purple and grey undercarriage laid underneath. The shade of purple rippled along his sexy calves. There wasn't much of the color on him, but it complimented his appearance. It was still dark and malevolent enough to give him that strong gladiator look. Despite the color, his metal tone shone brightly. He remembered how much he admired the detail on his spinal strut. The wicked layout cast something similar to a tribal design. He felt so lucky to have such an attractive devil as a mech under his control at the moment. 

"You look so ravishing Lord Megatron", Optimus spoke in a calm and sincere tone. Megatron's spark jumped and he blushed even more. He drifted his helm away so that he wouldn't show how much the compliment had moved him.

"You don't have to give me that title Optimus", he reassured. Granted he appreciated whenever he was given that caption from his peers, but it wasn't necessary with Optimus.

"My apologies, I only wanted to give you back your pride for letting me do this", he smirked. He caressed his servo along the gladiator's torso. Megatron gasped when he added soft kisses onto his warm chest as he moved his servo down. His digits traced over the ridges of the side of his chassis to his abdomen. Megatron's body convulsed from his touch. He breathed out in frustration wondering why his body was so responsive to the contact. The generosity of the Prime's kisses were just an added touch to his personality. There were countless amounts of feelings rummaging through his spark. He was having trouble thinking clearly. He was also straining to hold back his excitement. The Prime's teases were driving him mad.

Optimus was rewarded for his efforts by the sound of Megatron's interface panel opening and finally releasing his spike from the aching pressure it was enduring before, begging to be unleashed. He stared at it in awe as if he had never seen it before. The size of his length was impressive. He could already imagine the times Megatron has put it into good use. He was amazing at interfacing, but Optimus didn't think the mech was being pleased enough to his potential. He wanted to be the one to make the warlord scream in pleasure. He would always strive to put his lover's needs before his own.

Optimus was devoted to Megatron with the very part of his well being. Every moment they spent together whether it be appreciating each others presence or sweet love making brought their sparks closer together.

Megatron looked at the mech on top of him. He could almost feel the courtesy in his optics. Every plate on his body released it's tension other then the growing pain in his throbbing member. He twitched his pelvis forward wanting Optimus to continue. He didn't want to come off as impatient, he was only starting to enjoyed the Prime's initiative for once.

"Are you ready?", he asked with sparkles in his optics. Megatron breathed in deeply, revealing his shark like denta.

"Please me Optimus", he purred at him. The sexy low tone in his voice made the Prime's chest swell with all types of feelings he couldn't explain. Optimus released his own spike from his interface plate and positioned it against the gladiator's afterburner. The head of it slowly pushed in and he moved his hips forward just enough to give Megatron the feel of being stretched. 

"Ahh...hah", Megatron moaned by the heat of the spike penetrating him. It was an unfamiliar feeling, but he still wanted more of his length inside of him. His wish was granted when Optimus sunk in the rest of his spike inside the heat of his inner port. Optimus gasped from this new experience. He could feel his insides tense as it hugged around his spike. 

"Y-your so tight Megatron", he grunted. He was reluctant to begin thrusting as he was unsure if Megatron had grown accustomed to his size yet. The gladiator winced off the pain and jerked his pelvis indicating that he wanted more.

"Go on Optimus, I want you to give me the satisfaction of being fragged by a Prime", he urged. Optimus was determined to follow his wishes. He started off slow, pulling out almost all the way and then sinking it back in again. 

"Nnng", the gladiator grunted from the new type of friction. Megatron never thought the sensation of having his insides filled would feel this ecstatic. Audible moans and grunts were emitting unintentionally from his vocals that he couldn't hold back. The feeling of hot metal rubbing together had the warlord hissing and squirming in pleasure. Optimus had placed one of his servos on the outer side of Megatron's thigh, while the other laid against his chassis. It gave him the leverage to rock his gorgeous hips into the hot mess he was making out of the gladiator beneath him. The pure pleasure exceeding from his spike was shooting through Prime's frame in ripples, making him just as vocal as his partner. 

"M...Megatron", he stuttered his name. In his haze of lust, he failed to realize he was pushing into him harder at an increased speed. Megatron was savoring the change in pace. Gritting his denta, he tried to hold back his pathetic mewls as he was being pounded into by the hardening spike inside of him, intakes hitching from the impact. Optimus drew his helm back engulfed by the pleasurable friction surrounding his erection. The overwhelming sensations intermingling with his sensory system was causing him to shiver in different intervals. His vision was clouded by the stars in his sights. His chest was heated with a burning passion for lust. He couldn't stop slamming himself into the gladiator's supple metal. During his thrusts he thought he would experiment a bit and hit into him at different angles. He was pleasant to find a certain spot that made Megatron gasp and spasm under the initial thrust of his spike hitting deep within his port. The energon in his veins pumped furiously from the exercise. His increased efforts were making his breath labored.

Megatron could feel the hot breath hitting against his chassis. There were a lot of heat points on his frame along with his own body increasing in temperature. He felt as though the energon within him was boiling. If he were to get any hotter he feared that his systems would collapse. His own breath comprised of nothing but huffs. He dug his sharp digits into the berth not being able to comprehend the euphoria surging through his circuits. The antagonizing pressure building up in his groin had him begging for release. Everything else was drawn out of reality. All he could think about was how much he loved Optimus. The Prime was somehow exemplary at fragging. He must of picked up a thing or two from his own foreplay whenever he was frisky with his lover. This was a feeling the warlord could get used to.

Optimus could see the condensation trickling off the heated faceplate of the warlord. He would shut his optics with a low grunt whenever Prime hit into him with a forceful thrust in a perfect way. It was the wonderful sound of Megatron breaking down from the tough and domineering mech he always tries to be. In all satisfaction, he was enjoying this too much. He wanted to exceed his expectations. Optimus dug his spike into him as deep as he could. 

"Uuung", Megatron groaned. "Optimus..". He continued to moan his name repeatedly, encouraging the Prime to ride out his endeavors up until the end. His praise made Optimus' spark burn with gradification.

Megatron felt the familiar pressure of his overload approaching. He closed his optics, taking in everything his body was experiencing. He didn't care about all the noises that were escaping his throat. He wanted Optimus to know how pleased he was to of let him take the gladiator as his own. The tingling heat burst through all the sensor nodes in his hot frame as his overload washed over him. His optics suddenly shot open, his pupils constricting. 

"Ahh! Optimus!", he cried his lover's name as his hot trans fluids splattered over his own chassis. Optimus could feel the gladiator's insides convulsing around him as the rippling euphoria struck through him. 

"Meg..a....tron", he spoke with broken words caused by his own blissful moment that hit him like a truck (Lols at pun). He gasped as his liquids shot into Megatron's wet aft. The overload was explosive. He couldn't control all the spasms percolating in his large frame. The grip he had on Megatron tightened, almost scratching into the thick metal. 

Megatron was fortunate enough to witness his beautiful finish. It reminded him of all the other times he had ripped him of his innocence and made him scream out his name as he did with the Prime. He watched Optimus ride off his high while trying to catch his breath from his own overload. The Prime collapsed onto Megatron's chest plate. The two of them huffed in exhaustion, attempting to cool off. It was a lot more difficult then it should of been due to the close proximity of their body heat and sweat merging together. Optimus could feel himself being risen up from the gladiator's chassis filling up with air. He could also hear the sparkbeat of his lover that was beating faster then he could count. There was a rumble in his chest.

"Optimus, you never cease to amaze me", he said with a hum. He felt the pressure of Megatron's arm wrap around his back, pulling him closer towards his face. Optimus blushed frantically. He stared into those dilated red optics. They were dimmed by his relaxation. He looked so calm. Optimus was overjoyed by satisfying his one and only gladiator that he had tamed. 

"I always devote myself to pleasing you Megatron, through everyday goals to personal enigma", he replied with a smile. Megatron could never get over the generosity given to him. He didn't fully believe he deserved such a perfect partner in his life, but somehow it was meant to be. 

The warlord pulled his helm forward, and so did his partner. Their dermas merged together with their sparks beating simultaneously in harmony against each other's chests. Never had two odds become such a perfect match.