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Well, it certainly wouldn't be the first time Codeblue had been captured by Decepticons. Being a dedicated pacifist in the middle of a war tended to do that to you when you've been drafted. First time he'd been offered up as a gift though. That was certainly new. Usually he was just gagged and thrown in a cell for awhile or used as free medical care for their troops. He didn't mind. Helping was helping. The part he didn't like was having patients keep coming back full of holes and wounds after he'd just finished patching them up.

And the innocent bystanders. ...he hated that part too. More than anything he hated that.

But being offered up as a gift. Too different to quantify. He gave an oof as he was shoved roughly to his knees before the ruling Decepticon, wrists chafing in his binds. "Ow. Rude. It's not like I'm resisting." He grumbled, trying to make light of a situation that was, honestly, a bit terrifying.

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An utterly spoiled Snake. Megatron's digits felt like a treat against his scale plates. Backplates curved beneath the brush of his servo and tail lifted and coiled over Megatron's shoulder. The petting relaxed his frame, making Darkfang sprawl over his lap, servos stretching out at empty air.

Megatron could feel and hear the soft vibrating purrs of his frame against his digits heighten with each pet. "Mm, my lord-- at the base, of the tail... a lil scratch." He pleaded, lowering his vocals into soft tone with a flush of blue tinted along his cheek plating to tempt him to listen to his demands.

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The moment she had noticed him coming over, Steamtrack paused what she wad doing to face him properly, a small smile gracing her derma at the sight of him.

Her reaction was involuntary as he lifted her chin; faceplates warming and derma parting slightly at the feeling of his digit running over them. Her spark fluttered as, for a moment, she thought he would lean down and... she blinked as she watched him walking away, leaving her slightly slack jawed.

One half of her wanted to go after him and demand what he so playfully kept away from her, while the other half wanted to get even - make a similar move to what he just did when he least expected it. Laughing quietly to herself, she went after him.

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"Hey now! I know where we're going!" Orion laughed to mask the small amount of nervousness that the questions caused, not wanting to really admit to Dee that he might have gotten turned around at the last corner they were at. Technically, he wasn't wrong! He knew the location they needed to go, but...

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀— ✦ —⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀The head that brims with dreams must be heavy. But of all the surfaces around and willing to serve Megatron's crown, he saw worthiness in his legs that walked miles of their own. Servos flinched off the surface they idled on in undeniable surprise. Megatron was not an unwanted presence; he could never be. In this one gesture, he simply instilled so many thoughts in Soundwave. It was a notion that touched him too much; Soundwave proved himself to be a trustworthy presence. And he doesn't intend to falter that image at this moment.

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She couldn't believe that she was here, let alone believe what was happening!

Steamtrack whimpered softly, her vents coming soft but fast as her hips rocked against Megatron's digits as they pumped into her. Her helm laid back against his shoulder as her legs were kept spread open by his own, giving him full access and view.

She held on tight to his arms around her to keep herself steady, frame running hot and cooling fans kicking on as she felt him use his thumb to rub her anterior node while his digits began to move a bit faster. Her lubricant began leaking around his digits, sliding down his servo.

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As the first of many battles between the Autobots and Decepticons came to an end, Soundwave couldn't help but worry for their new leader. This was the first encounter Megatron had with the Prime since his banishment, as far as he was aware. The first true clash of two factions in their budding youth.

Confident that Starscream and Shockwave could handle the aftermath of the battle without him, Soundwave followed after his leader as he retreated back into the depths of their fortress. When he managed to catch up, he tried to fall into step next to Megatron, red visor quirked in a questioning gaze.

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In the light, without the cover of darkness and holo-tech, his back looked... mangled.

Wing joints stuck out awkwardly around the tendrils, looking like someone had yanked and yanked and never repaired them. The area around them wasn't much better, the protofrom and wired a mangled mess. His helm looked up, golden visor sharpening as he growled softly at him.