#colusion

Assuming Mass displacement/holoform use.

Megatron spends a few minutes hanging out by the bar. the human swill they call beer just revolting against his systems. Humans, no taste at all in the finer drinks! He’s ordering a heavier proof percent drink before you show up at the bar.

You’re dressed provokingly for one of your kind. being connected to Sumdac’s technology and free access to the world wide web, he already knows your appearance to be both appropriate for the setting, but unsure of your intentions for the evening. So he just listens into your conversations from afar. His superior systems making the job easy. 

As you wait for your midori sour you’ve been telling your friend all about the Autobots. How grouchy their medic Ratchet is, the brilliance of Bulkhead when it comes to Cybertronian tech, The latest rebellion of the yellow bug. But your admittance of how….hot? the Prime is makes him confused.

“what’s there to like about that scrap?”

He continues to listen as your consumption of alcohol increases as the hours pass. His own system barely feels the effects of inebriation. You however….

“Lets DANCE!!!!”

The loud vocalization was all Megatron got before his disguised form was dragged into the pulsating mass of wriggling bodies. grinding and being ground upon. his body tensing as you hooked a leg over his narrow hips and “danced”.

“Liven up Megs,” You moaned, leaning close to his audial receptor to whisper: “What the Autobots don’t know, wont hurt~”

“Tempting, But this is not my scene.”

“I know a hotel, top of the line… As long as neither of us dig up war shit, I’m down for anything else.”

Jackpot.

“Lead the way.”

The evening that followed was wild. What exactly happens….is kept between you and Megatron.