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Megatron sat at his desk, brooding on how to manage the “Elita Problem.” He didn’t want to hurt her, not only did he not have enough malice to justify it, but Orion would be deeply upset. He tapped his digits on the data pad he was writing in, frustrated with how all the mechs around him had to make things more complicated.
He already didn’t like Elita for her small bits of affection to Orion, even if Orion hadn’t noticed, Megatron certainly did. He knew that she didn’t want anything serious with Orion Pax, but he loathed the idea of anybot trying to even fantasize about even a casual relationship with his Orion.
He hoped that the com that interrupted his brooding time would be positive, but he never was one to hope for the best for a reason.
Orion had tried to run off and meet with B-127. He wasn’t “running away” per se, as Orion wasn’t informed he was on lockdown. But Megatron exvented with his ever present irrational protectiveness over Orion.
He commed Starscream and Soundwave to keep an optic on Elita, to see if she was orchestrating any grand plans of trying to uncover the false Prime’s true death. Although Starscream had traitor in his processor, he was a capable mech who knew when obedience was in his best interests. Which he could not say for Orion, ever the oblivious to Megatron’s obvious disdain towards his little escapades.
He sat back in his chair, dreading the conversation that Orion would inevitably initiate. The questions, he loved how inquisitive the mech could be. But he couldn’t afford indulging that piqued curiosity, not when it could cost him his love.
He would handle explaining to Orion how things had to be over and over again if it meant Orion would stay with him. Even if he didn’t, Orion would have to stay with him. Orion was his, but he would rather not be cruel to his love.
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Orion sat in the back of the room, he already was trying to drift off so he could ignore Soundwave’s piercing visor.
It wasn’t successful, just like his little adventure.
He just wanted to sit with Bee for a bit, he wanted to get some input from a mech who didn’t want to sway him in any way. But alas, the cassette player had caught him heading out of the berthroom complex. He hauled him back upstairs, and mildly scolded him.
The loud pedes interrupted the noiseless tension, recognizably being Megatron’s approach. Soundwave stood at attention, prepping himself for his master’s return. Orion sat back, knowing that he was helpless to the imminent scolding from his lover. But it was all out of love, so it couldn’t be that dreadful.
Megatron entered into the room, and a simple nod had Soundwave swiftly exiting the room.
He knew that Soundwave would have reported already, but he didn’t know to what extent, “Megatron, I know-“
His voice was firm, and he held Orion close, practically pinning the mech in place, “Orion Pax. You have to listen to me, for the thousandth time. I need you to stay here, it’s too dangerous currently.”
Orion couldn’t deny the slight arousal he got from the position with Megatron. He honestly was going listen, but it now was getting ingrained into his processor.
“Megatron, I understand-“
“No, you don’t. I need you, I need you to listen to me, to stay close. I believe that you are at a high risk, so would you trust me once again, and not try and adventure out.”
He nodded, knowing he wouldn’t follow that promise easily. But D-16 handled Orion, surely Megatron could.
Orion writhed under the pressure Megatron had on his shoulders, unwilling to allow him to be free from the pinned position.
“Please, Orion. Swear to me that you will never leave me. Swear that you are mine as I am yours. You are my world. Please.”
He was surprised at the request, had he not shown his reciprocation for Megatron? Had he not sworn himself over and over again?
He would repeat himself over and over if it made Megatron secure. Anything to make the mech feel loved, the mech who clearly was the most devoted, honest, caring mech feel safe in his self.
“Of course, Megatron. You always had me.”