Rejection is Not an Option 7

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A month later…

"Bee? What in the name of Primus are you doing?" Ironhide looked down at the yellow mech, frowning. Bee had a map projected onto a wall of his quarters and had several purple dots scattered across the image. Clusters of the dots were circled in red and Ironhide sighed as he looked down at his young friend. "Bee… Its been a month… A cycle… If Sam ain't dead then the Cons ain't barterin' for him." Bee didn't look away from the map, shaking his head.

"Sam is alive. I know he is… I just need to find him."

"Do ya really think that you'll find them?" Hide gestured to the map. "Wherever they raid is bound to be as far away from their base as they can possibly get and if you haven't noticed, Earth is a pretty vast planet."

"I'm going to find Sam." Bumblebee stated before proceeding to ignore his friend. Ironhide sighed. He knew that he was butting his head against a metal wall: All he'd really get from it would be a huge dent.

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Sam woke in the middle of the night, his eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the darkness of Megatron's quarters.

In the past month Megatron had been working on making the underground mine into more of a proper base. He had moved from the sparsely furnished quarters into a more elaborate set up. The new quarters were very large with a berth in a corner a desk next to that and taking up one entire wall was a huge fireplace with an enormous fur rug on the floor. A door near the desk led to a private wash room. Sam had his little "Shelf" above Megatron's desk which had a large cushion of a bed with a warm fur cover to keep him warm. A metal chest contained Sam's clothes and a few personal belongings that Megatron had given him over the month he had been there. Another box sat on the shelf also, this one with the transferred energon that Sam was fed. Not that he didn't appreciate the food, but sometimes he wished that he could taste normal human food.

Sam stretched like a sleepy cat, rubbing his eyes and rolling onto his side to cuddle against the warm body next to him…

Wait a minute. Sam jumped and scrambled back at the heavy arm thrown over his waist, falling off his bed, chest heaving in panic. Megatron's holoform lazily opened one red eye, looking down at Sam as tousled silver hair fell into the man's strong face.

"Do you know what time it is?" the holoform asked before stretching and clawing at the air, long fingers curling slightly before straightening. Sam glanced down at Megatron's berth where the mech's mechanical body was still offline. This wasn't much of a surprise. While the mechanoid body could be completely offline in recharge or reboot the holoform would be able to work no matter what. Sam had learned this one morning when he had woken on Megatron's chest to find the holoform curling around him like a possessive animal.

In the month since he had lost the game of Cat and Mouse to Megatron and the monster gator he had tried to get used to Megatron's constant presence, but it was hard. Even though the mech was nothing but gentle and something bordering on kind to Sam, the human still had a hard time relaxing under Megatron's gaze.

"Come back to bed, Samuel." Megatron's holoform stood and Sam blushed, looking away from the holoform's body. While during the day Megatron would have his holoform wear normal human clothes, at night when he slept with Sam the holoform often would only wear a pair of black boxers – if anything at all. Tonight was one of the "nothing at all" nights. Sam crawled slowly back into the bed, stiffening when Megatron wrapped an arm around him and pulled his body back to press against the holoform's. While Sam (thankfully) had a pair of pajama pants on, it didn't help much to stop his body from reacting to the warmth against his back and legs.

He'd read something once in a social studies class about Stockholm Syndrome and what he could remember of it wasn't that encouraging of a thought.

"Can't sleep?" Megatron sighed, stroking Sam's hair and cheek gently. The boy closed his eyes and nodded, not turning to look at Megatron. "Would you like to talk?" Sam shrugged, Megatron heaving another sigh before resting his chin on top of Sam's head, continuing to let his fingers and nails stroke and wander over Sam's face and neck. "Why don't you ask me a question? Anything you want."

Sam paused, thinking. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, but there was only one that he wanted an answer to:

"Why did you stalk me? Why do you want me?" Megatron chuckled and Sam shuddered as the vibrations rumbled over his back and through his own chest.

"Because, Samuel, you're everything that I would want in a mate… You're honest, innocent, you always hold concern for those weaker than you or in trouble…" Megatron leaned down to whisper in Sam's ear. "Also, I find your human body incredibly sexy."

Sam blushed at the last comment, not turning to reward Megatron with a reaction.

"Why not find a… a mate among your own kind?"

"Why not chose you?" Megatron asked and Sam opened his mouth to respond before stopping. He closed his eyes and whispered so softly that he didn't know if Megatron would be able to hear him.

"Starscream said that it was a disgusting thing for you to chose me… Why do something that others will say is wrong?" Megatron sighed and stroked Sam's hair gently.

"Is it wrong for a black man to marry a white woman?"

"No." Sam stated and Megatron smiled.

"Then just because we're of different races doesn't mean that its wrong or impossible for me to love you." Megatron cupped Sam's cheek and tilted his face to gently kiss Sam's lips. "Or for you to learn to love me."

Sam stiffened but slowly relaxed when Megatron released him, seemingly content for just that chaste touch.

Learn to love me… Sam shuddered. Somehow, he'd learn to love Megatron.