I also wrote this for Murr-Miay over on DA! WARNING! MATURE RATING! THIS FIC WILL CONTAIN MECHXMECH ACTION! THAT MEANS ROBOTS HAVING SEX! If you don't like don't read!You have been warned!

The Prince and the Tyrant Part 2

The young Iaconian Prince sat on a small couch within his prison unsure of what to do. A few weeks had passed since he had been captured by the Kaonol Emperor Megatron and locked up in this small but beautifully decorated room. Whilst he was listening to Sir Ironhide's war story Lord Megatron had somehow snuck into the palace grounds and climbed up to his bedroom's balcony. When Sir Ironhide saw him he was in shock and when Optimus spotted him he fainted. Before the Kaonol Emperor could grab the young Prince Sir Ironhide tried to fight back but Megatron easily defeated him and then whilst the rest of the Iaconia's enjoyed their little party he snuck away into the night with his prize.

He gloated to the young Prince later that he knew the snobby Iaconia's would throw a stupid party for their pathetic victory and that they would be too joyful to notice the Emperor himself sneaking through the shadows of their city. He even bribed a few Iaconian soldiers into getting the palace layout so he knew where to look and where to avoid. Optimus was still in shock to learn that he had been captured by the Emperor of Kaonol himself but once he overcame it he demanded to know why did Megatron come after him? He wasn't the heir to the throne and he wasn't a soldier he met in battle so why him? Megatron just sneered and answered him in a deep and threatening tone.

'The reason I took you away from the luxury of your home my dear little Prince is because your father took away the one thing that I desired most in all my Kingdom! I promised the good King that because of what he took from me I would take what he valued most in this accursed world and lock it away so that he may never see it again...and from what I learnt YOU my dear little Prince are his most favourite child!'

Optimus knew that this was true but he didn't go round bragging about it to his siblings. However what really concerned him right now was that when his father discovered what had happened it would only fuel his desire to continue fighting this terrible war...fueled on hatred and vengeance. At this rate the war would continue for an eternity.

'Don't you see what you have done! When my father finds out he'll want to destroy your kingdom even more! Because of what you've done the bloodshed will never stop and peace will never come between our two kingdoms!'

Lord Megatron scoffed at the young mech's plea.

'Then let him come...I'll be waiting with a razor sharp blade or two to slice off his head and place it on a pike for all to see!'

That threat made poor Optimus so upset that he almost began to cry. Megatron just sneered at him and left him alone in his prison. At first the young Prince could only dread what the Tryant of Kaonol was going to do to him. He had heard the stories about how he tortured his victims and made them beg for death. However Megatron didn't do any of this things. Instead he would pop in every now and then and try and force him to talk with him. Optimus would just look away and wait for him to leave. When Megatron did leave he would just sneer at Optimus reminding him that there was no way out of his palace. He would send a guard every evening to ask if he would like to attend dinner with the Emperor and every time Optimus refused. He didn't want to eat his meals in front of the monster who took him from his home. When he said no the guard would disappear and later return with a small tray of food. Megatron clearly did not want him to starve. The young Prince barely touched it since the worry of what his family was going through with him gone. Bumblebee and Blurr were probably crying along with Arcee who would of course try her best to keep her younger brothers happy. Rodmius would throw a fit and try to save him only to be held back by the guards. Sentinel was probably going on that he'll be fine but would secretly worry about him. Ultra Magnus...his father...was probably turning all his bitter sadness into pure hatred for Emperor Megatron and probably planning a full scale attack.

He sighed miserably as these thoughts wandered around in his head. Lord Megatron had kidnapped him because his father had executed his most beloved Commander and now because of what the Tyrant had done his father would just find another way to get revenge. It was going to be a never ending battle of vengeance with the war on top of it. At this rate the two Kingdoms would destroy each other over vengeance. He sighed and climbed off the couch to walk over to the barred windows. looking out the stained glass he could see the vast city of Kaonol and it's people walk about trying to get by. He was once told that the Kaonol's wanted nothing but to continue the war but he overheard the guards outside his room talk about their own families. Apparently many of Kaonol's citizen's wished the war would end just as the Iaconian's but dare not beg to their ruler. Some of the soldier's wanted to go back to farming or work normal jobs but until the war ended they were doomed to die as soldiers.

That wasn't the only thing he had heard through the thin door. Apparently Lord Megatron also grew tired of the war but was too stubborn and angry with King Ultra Magnus to sign a truce. Megatron loved fighting and when he was angry he vented it all out by going to battle. Kaonol's were violent by nature which explained why they had a fight-to-the-death arena in the center of the city. Megatron would go and watch the fights and even participate if he felt like it but lately he had been too busy to attend even a grudge match. Also he had yet to find a bride. According to Kaonol customs the Emperor's bride must be untouched and able to bear children. So far Megatron hadn't found one that met the Kaonol standards nor his own. Kaonol was just full of problems just like Iaconia.

Optimus left the view from the window to ponder what to do. What could he do? He couldn't escape and even if he could he had no idea how to get out the palace and how to navigate out of the foreign city. Plus those guards would just hunt him down and drag him back. But now that he thought about it...should he escape? He was a "guest" of the Emperor of Kaonol who practically held the war in his hands. If he could somehow convince the Tyrant to meet with his father and speak with him...then maybe...just maybe...they would agree to end the war! He had to somehow convince Megatron to meet with his father and agree to a truce. This was the chance of a lifetime and he had to take advantage of it. He had to convince Megatron to listen to him. Even if that meant dining with him.

Knowing what he must do he mentally prepared himself as evening came. Lord Megatron was a battle hardend mech who liked to hold a grudge so he had to be extra careful what he said around him. As eveing came the guard once again entered his room to ask what he asked every time he came.

'Would his highness be joining Lord Megatron this evening?' he asked in a boring tone.

He was expecting the answer to be no but to his surprise Optimus answered,

'Yes I will.'

The guard looked up with a surprised look on his face.

'B-beg your pardon?'

'I said I will attend a meal with Lord Megatron,' repeated Optimus using his strong and strict toned voice that even made Sentinel tremble at the sound.

The guard quickly nodded and ran off. Moments later he returned and ushered Optimus to follow him.

'Don't try to run...the palace is heavily guarded so there's no escape!'

Optimus said nothing but followed the guard through the corridors of the Kaonol palace. This was the first time he had been out of his room and he had to admit even though the architecture look a little dark and almost Gothic it was still charming to look at. Purple drapes hung from the ceiling and almost every wall he passed was decorated with beautifully crafted weapons. He was curious about the history of these tools of war but he had to put all that aside for the main goal of stopping this war his land was suffering from. When they finally arrived in the dining hall Optimus was a little surprised to find it empty. There was a table in the center of the room with two chairs and two places set ready for the meal that was to come. The tableware was made up of fine silver and even the goblets were encrusted with beautiful jewels. There was a roaring fire at the far end of the room to keep the room well heated and above it's mantle was the crest of the Kaonol kingdom.

Before he could even ask where Megatron was the guard said, 'Wait here,' and left. Optimus looked around the room once more to find that he was all alone and sighed. Could he really do this? Convince the Tyrant of Kaonol to end the war that had been going on for centuries? Clenching his fists he knew that no matter what...whatever the cost...he had to stop the war. He no longer wanted to live in fear that his father or brother would die out in the battlefield...he no longer wanted to hear the cries of wives, sons and daughters. He wanted a world where their kingdoms lived in peace. To have that he was willing to sacrifice anything.

As tried to relax and build up the courage to face the Tyrant he suddenly felt a pair of heavy hands rest on his frail shoulders. His Spark almost stopped pulsing from the surprise and he began to tremble when he heard a deep voice speaking from behind him.

'So the little Prince has finally decided to join me for dinner. Did you grow tired of being up there all alone?'

Optimus looked up to see Lord Megatron looking at down at him with his amused red optics. The young Prince gently forced his way out of Megatron's grip and stepped back to give him and the Tyrant some space. He was as tall as ever and already Optimus was loosing the courage to speak with him. No. No he had to be brave...for his people...for his father...he had to be brave.

'I only came becuase I wished to speak with you!' he said, making sure he didn't sound like a terrified infant as he spoke.

The Kaonol Emperor just smirked and offered Optimus a seat at the table.

'Oh there'll be plenty time for talking my dear little Prince...but for now we eat.'

The young Prince decided to obey and took a seat at the table. Megatron sat opposite him and smirked as Optimus tried to act calm and composed. A few moments later a couple of servants entered and placed delicious looking food on the table. The young Prince had to admit that it all look wonderful and made his mouth water. He was used to eating small meals back home with his family. Since he had so many siblings he would either eat alone in his room or attend dinner with his father and a handful of his brothers. After their goblets were filled with fine Energon wine the two servants left leaving the young Prince and the Tyrant alone once again.

Megatron just smirked and took a gulp from his goblet. Optimus just sat there feeling nervous once again. He picked up a fork and began to slowly eat his Petro-Boar steak. It seemed to amused the Kaonol Emperor that the young Prince was eating like a nervous little mech in front of him. Poor Optimus just felt nervous every time he looked up to see those blood red optics looking at him. For a while nothing was said between them. The young Prince clenched his fists once again. He had to do this. For the sake of their Kingdoms. Taking in a deep breath he looked up and spoke.

'Lord Megatron I wish to talk to you about-...'

'About meeting with your father and negotiate about ending the war?'

The Tyrant had cut him off quite suddenly and Optimus was surprised that he had predicated what he wanted to ask of him. The Tyrant just smirked at the young Prince's surprised expression and picked up a handful of Ener-Grapes with his dark hand.

'I had a feeling that's why you decided to attend dinner with me. I have heard from my reliable sorces that you were always begging to your father to come and speak with me about ending the war.'

Optimus said nothing but looked at the Emperor of Kaonol hoping that he would listen. Megatron however just sneered and leaned back in his chair.

'I find it ironic that the son of the mech who dared challenge me to war is begging for me to end it. I admit that I grow tired of the same battle I face everyday but then your cowardly father had the nerve to execute my second in command publicly without so much as negotiating his freedom with me! So tell me my dear little Prince? Why should I agree to peace when it was he who dared challenge me and took away one of my prized soldiers?'

His tone began to deepen and sound even more threatening. Optimus was shaking where he sat but he wasn't going to back down now. He had to take this chance no matter what.

'Nothing good will come of this! Our land is being scarred and lives are being thrown away! If you care for your people at all that you must understand that-'

'The only thing that we Kaonol's care about is our pride! Without pride we are nothing but worthless scum with meaningless lives. You think any of my people would respect me if I suddenly decided to end the war without getting a prize? That I should just stop? If I do that then the pride of my fallen men would be in vain! No...I will not end this war until King Ultra Magnus is defeated or he surrenders! You are wasting your time my dear little Prince.'

The last sentence was filled with so much anger and spite that he crushed the Ener-grapes in his hands and let the juices drip from his dark servos. The young Prince felt a wave of defeat crash over him as Megatron began to chew away at his Ener-grapes he didn't crush. Was this whole thing pointless after all? The Tyrant wasn't going to agree to negotiations unless he got some sort of trophy. A prize from the war. Something to remind his people of what he gained through it. A sudden thought hit him and he looked up at the Warlord again.

'W-what about me? I am the King's most cherised child and an Iaconian Prince!'

The Tyrant now looked at Optimus with a curious gaze and he dropped the Ener-grapes to pick up his goblet. As he swirled the fine Energon around in the silver chalice he smirked as the young Prince looked at him with determined blue optics.

'What exactly are you saying my dear Prince?'

Optimus felt his Spark pulse quite fast. He was scared with what he was about to offer but he had to do it.

'You...you can have me as your trophy...end the war and you can keep me!'

For a moment Megatron said nothing but looked at the young Prince with his burning red optics. It was like he was trying to crack him open with his spark crushing gaze.

'Now why would I want you as a trophy? I was planning on keeping you here for a while just to see how angry that old Iaconian King can get before sending you back to him after I...made an example out of you...and even if I do decide to keep you as my prize what possible use would you have for me?'

That line made the young Prince nervous. It was almost like the Tyrant was trying to get him to say something he didn't want to say and he had a small idea what it was. He wasn't a fighter nor was he skilled with anything else but writing and playing chess. Lord Megatron had no use for anyone with these skills. There was only one option and even though he was terrified to take it he knew it had to be done. making sure he didn't sound like a scared little infant he suddenly asked,

'I...I heard you were looking for a bride.'

The moment he said that Megtaron suddenly halted drinking from his goblet. For a moment or two he didn't move or say anything. The only noise Optimus could hear was the pulsing of his own Spark. He wasn't used to Kaonol customs and was a little worried that he might of offended the Emperor. Then at long last the Tyrant slowly removed the goblet from his lips and placed it back down on the table. He then rested his head on his hands as he looked at the young Prince with a new expression that made Optimus feel a little uneasy.

'Why would that concern you?'

Primus, he was just trying to make the young Prince just say it out loud! Optimus started to feel hot for some reason and he was squeezing his small blue hands into fists out of fear.

'I...I'm not sure if I meet your standards but...I'm and both untouched and able to bear children. If you agree to end the war...to meet with my father and sign a truce...then you can have me as your bride...you will have an Iaconian Prince as your bride...your prize...so in some sense you will gain a small victory over my father.'

Optimus paused for a moment to see if the Emperor would say anything but he just sat there looking at him with an unchanged expression. it was almost like every thing he had said was going into one audio and out the other...like he didn't give a dam what the Prince was asking of him. Feeling almost desperate Optimus then stood up and almost slammed his hands onto the table.

'Please...I don't care what you do with me! I'll satisfy you every night if I must! I'll bear you hundreds of children if you want! Just please...please stop this violence!'

He couldn't believe he managed to get all that past his lips. A small part of him even began to regret he even said all that. Even his legs were beginning to tremble and he thought that any moment he was going to fall back into his chair. The Tyrant himself just smirked and slowly stood up from his seat and slowly began to make his way over to the young Prince. Optimus watched as Megatron slowly made his way over to him until he was standing right next to him. The tall silver mech once again towered over him and made the poor Iaconian Prince feel incredibly small. Then without warning he grabbed his chin and forced him to look up right into his optics.

'So let me see if I understand this correctly. You are willing to give up your innocence...stay within my kingdom as my bride and never to return to your own kingdom...pleasure me with your body every single evening...and bear me many heirs...all in exchange for peace?'

After hearing it from his own mouth Optimus suddenly began to rethink his descion. To spend the rest of his days as this Tyrant's bride? To give him all the children he wanted until he was unable to bear anymore? To never see his family ever again? However he knew that his own happiness wasn't as great as the need to save their two Kingdoms from the terrible war that would consume them all. If giving himself to this Tyrant would end it all...then he would gladly sacrifice his own happiness. Looking up at Megatron who stared down at him waiting for an answer he said,

'Yes...I will...you have my word as an Iaconian Prince.'

The silence that followed was just as bad as the as the silence before. Megatron just looked down at him with his amused expression whilst the young Prince just looked back up with pleading optics. Was he just going to shrug him off and send him back to his room without even thinking about what he said? Didn't he believe him? He gave him his word as an Iaconia Prince...or didn't that matter to the Emperor of Kaonol? Then all of sudden...Megatron began to laugh. It grew louder with every second until at long last he threw back his head and roared with laughter. It echoed across the dining hall and made the young Prince feel even more nervous than before. It was so loud that Optimus believed that his own father could of heard it all the way in Iaconia! As Megatron calmed his laughter down he tightened his grip on the young Prince's chin and literally lighted him off the floor till their faces almost met. Optimus winced and had to hold on to the Tyrant's arm to ease the strain of his throat. Once the Tyrant had stopped laughing he then looked straight into Optimus's optics and smirked.

'I have to admit dear Prince it's been a while since I met an Iaconian as bold as you. Very well then my dear little Prince let's make a deal. If you can prove yourself to be a worthy bride then I shall meet with the King and discuss peace.'

Optimus would of been smiling for joy if not for the fact that the Tyrant said he wanted him to prove himself as a bride. What did he mean by that?

'What will you have me do?'

Megatron suddenly formed a wicked smirk and Optimus suddenly yelped when he felt a large hand groping his aft.

'Quite simple really. You meet the Kaonol traditional standards...but you have yet to meet mine. What I want from you is to see how well you can perform on a berth. You have to completely submit to me and obey my every command. If you please me then I will consider meeting your father. So what say you?'

The young Prince suddenly felt nervous once again. This was no joke nor was it game. He was about to give up his whole life so that the two Kingdoms would finally live in peace with each other. If giving up his life to spend the rest of his days with this Tyrant would save hundreds if not thousands of lives then...then he would gladly take it. Looking away from those red optics that burnt his very soul he answered,

'I will do what you say...just please keep your word.'

The moment he said that he suddenly felt the Warlord crush his lips against his. Optimus was taken by surprise by the sudden action and made a muffled yelp when he parted his lips and he felt the Tyrant's large glossa slide quickly into his mouth. His whole body froze up as the Tyrant began to probe and explore his oral cavity whilst he continued to grope his aft. Normally Optimus would of fought his way out of his hold but he had to endure for his Kingdom's sake. He had never kissed anyone like this before and in a attempt to please the Tyrant he copied his actions and moved his own glossa against his. He wasn't sure he was doing it right but for some unknown reason it felt incredibly good. He even let out an embarrassing moan which made Megatron smirk against his lips. After what felt like an eternity Megatron finally pulled away allowing the dazed Prince to catch his breath. His pale blue cheeks were already slightly red and his body was beginning to heat up. Oh how fun it will be when he takes away his virginity.

Releasing his hold on the young Prince he gently lowered him to the floor where he almost stumbled backwards into his chair. The poor thing was still dazed after that little kiss and already his frame was beginning to tremble after getting a small idea of what was to come. The Tyrant just grinned wickedly at him before turning to leave.

'Why don't you finish up? My guards will escort you to my chambers when you're ready. I look forward to spending an eveing with you my dear little Prince.'

And with that the Tyrant exited the room leaving the young Prince all alone one again. Optimus was still trying to get breath back after his first experience with a kiss. That was just a small example of what was to come? The Young Prince didn't even had a clue how to...well...do it. Iaconian Prince's weren't allowed to participate in sexual acts until they were married. Sentinel wasn't yet married but Rodimus told him that he spotted their older brother sneaking off to the nearest brothel. It was right about now he wished he could speak to his elder brother and get some tips since he head no idea what he was going to be doing. He sighed and slumped on the chair hoping that it would all just come to him. He could only pray that he would be able to please the Tyrant. There was still time before he had to go and decided to take out all his worries and troubles on a large bottle of fine Energon wine, hoping that would help calm his nerves.

He still couldn't believe that he was standing outside the personnel chambers of the Emperor of Kaonol. He drunk all the wine he could before he left the dining hall and he did feel a little dizzy but he wasn't completely tipsy. The guard who escorted him knocked on the door and said with a loud voice that the Iaconian Prince was here. A few seconds later there was loud,

'Let him enter then and begone!'

The gaurd quickly opened the door and ushered the Prince to enter. At first Optimus wasn't sure if he could feel his legs at all when he knew what was going to happen once he walked in but he was able to force himself to walk into the chambers of the Tyrant of Kaonol. The door was quickly closed behind him and the young Prince knew now that there was no turning back. Walking further in he found himself in a large and uniquely decorated room. Right in front of him was a jagged designed throne with the Kaonol crest engraved into it. behind it hung dark purple drapes that made the room feel a little bit more comfortable to be in. Along the walls there were beautifully designed blades that were carefully hung up so that whoever would look at them would admire their full beauty. Optimus walked round some more till he saw another section of the room he had not seen yet. Before he could go over and take a look he suddenly felt a heavy hand rest on his shoulder.

'Glad to see you finally decided to show up.'

Optimus almost flinched when he felt those lips so close to his audios. He carefully looked round to see that he was looking right into the Tyrant's red optics. Megtaron smirked as he stood up right and then without warning he picked the young Prince up, causing him to yelp him surprise and began to carry bridal style towards the unexplored section of the room.

'Shall we then?' purred the Tyrant.

He then began to carry Optimus to the other section of the room and Optimus felt his Spark pulse even faster when he saw the large berth waiting for them. he couldn't even begin to imagine spending every night sleeping in that over sized berth. As they got closer Megatron suddenly dropped the Young Prince on the berth which earned him another yelp of surprise. As he tried to sit back up he almost squeaked out of fear when he noticed that the Tyrant was now crawling on the berth to join him. As he began to caress the young Prince's face with his dark hand Optimus made a small whine and looked up with pleading optics.

'L-look...I will do as you say...but p-please...please be g-gentle.'

Megatron couldn't help but utter a deep purr as he looked down at a slightly frightened and flushing Iaconian Prince. The fact that he had just begged to him to be gentle with him made the Tyrant want to preform every sexual act he could think of upon him. He smirked wickedly and leaned down till their faces were inches apart.

'Oh don't worry my dear little Prince. I will make sure that you will love every second of this.'

And with that he suddenly crushed his lips against the young Prince's once more and began to explore the warm cavern of his mouth with his glossa, savouring the taste and the sensation. The sudden intrusion of the other mechs glossa entering his mouth made Optimus tense up at first. He wasn't used to this sort of thing and had no idea what to do or how to react. However the moment he felt Megatron run his hands over his frame and tickle his senses with unknown jolts of delight the young Prince suddenly uttered a low and embarrassing moan. His body was beginning to heat up in a wonderful way and some parts of his body were beginning to act on their own. He couldn't help but utter another low moan which caused Megatron to pull back and look down at the flustered Prince with a grin.

'Enjoying yourself?'

Optimus couldn't help but blush as he looked up at the dangerous yet handsome Tyrant and he whimpered when he felt the Tyrant's lower body rub against his own. All these feelings and sensations were so new and so good. Something began to grow within him and he wasn't sure what it was but with each passing second it felt better than before. He couldn't explain it but it felt like he was a glass which was slowly being filled with a delicious sweet liquor and the more that filled it the more he felt like he was going to overflow with an incredibly sweet nectar. Megatron could not help but chuckle at the trembling Prince and slowly traced his glossa up his throat, nipping it slightly.

'So how does the little Prince like the taste of lust?'

Optimus tried to answer but he could barely control his voice as he spoke.

'I-I...never felt...anything l-like it!' he stammered.

The Tyrant smirked against his throat before biting down which earned him a yelp.

'I haven't even started yet my dear little Prince. Soon you'll be crying out my name and begging for more.'

That promise made the Young Prince feel both scared yet excited for some reason. The Tyrant continued to let his hands roam the beautiful body that the Prince had and began to maneuver till he was sitting between young Optimus's slightly spread legs. The young Prince had not yet noticed due to the fact he was still feeling dazed after the touches and kisses he received. He had never felt anything like this before. It was like someone put a powerful spell on him and he could not escape from it's power. His optics widened however when he felt the Tyrant's dark hands pry at his interfacing cover. He suddenly felt more afraid than he was excited and tensed up as the small piece of metal was pulled away. Megatron raised Optimus's hips slightly and looked down at the delicious looking untouched port.

'I see you weren't lying my dear little Prince. You look absolutly ravishing.'

After uttering those words he suddenly leaned forward and began to trace his glossa around the rim of the quivering port. Optimus suddenly made a loud gasp and arched his back. His whole body began to tremble harder than before and he suddenly had the urge to wrap his legs around the Tyrant's head. Megatron could only smirk as he felt Optimus buck his hips slightly. As he continued to lick the port he felt that it was starting to get wet. He nipped the edge slightly which earned him a loud but passionate cry from the young Prince. It was so fun tainting the young and untouched Prince like this. He continued to lick and nip at the port and the more he did the more fluids began to drip out.

Optimus could barely think straight. He could never imagined that the Tyrant was capable of making him feel this good. he didn't even knew it was possible to feel this good! The sensations he felt from the Tyrant's glossa were setting off a firework display of passion within him and with each explosion he made a loud cry out delight. His body was heating up fast and the glass that he was felt like it was ready to overflow with the forbidden wine. Something within him was about to go off and he couldn't control it. He clutched the sheets that lay underneath him and tried desperately not to crush his legs round the Tyrants head that was still buried between his legs.

'Ah...o-oh...aah...oh...p-primus...ahhh...I-I...ahhh.'

None of the words he was saying were making any sense. He wasn't even sure what to say. To avoid further embarrassment he tried to keep his mouth shut but it did not stop the moans and whimpers. The way that Megatron began to stab his port with that wet and slick glossa of his felt like a god-send. The Tyrant himself had never tasted anything so sweet and pure before. The sounds he made, the bittersweet taste of his fluids...it was like the gods had blessed him with a holy virgin. He had to hold tight to the young Prince's hips for he was started to buck uncontrollably...not that he minded but he wanted to savour every drop that leaked from his port.

The young Prince suddenly felt that whatever was about to go off within him the fuse for it was getting dangerously close to it's destination. His cries grew louder and he could no longer control his legs and wrapped them tightly round the Tyrant's head. His hips began to buck against the glossa that was tainting him with this beautiful sin and he found that he could no longer hold it in. Gritting his teeth he made a loud cry and arched his back till he looked like it was ready to snap. The glass that he was finally overflowed with the sweet nectar and an unexplainable sensation exploded within him.

Megatron just smirked as he practically drank the fluids that were now pouring out of the untouched port. It tasted so sweet like the fresh morning dew on a grassy meadow but as sweet as the honey from an exotic flower. He gripped Optimus's hips and waited until the poor thing relaxed. The young Prince gasped out loud and shuddered as his powerful overload came to an end. He began to pant heavily in an attempt to recover and his body began to try and cool down. He had never felt so hot yet so good like that in his entire life. As he laid back to recover Megatron finally reared his head and smirked down at the panting Prince. He wiped away a small trail of the fluid from his chin and gave Optimus's chest a small pat.

'I was hoping you were going to last longer than that...but since that was your first overload I suppose I can allow that little disapointment to slide.'

As Optimus registered the words he suddenly remembered why he was doing all this. Sitting up as best he could he looked up at the Tyrant with a pleading look in his blue optics.

'I-I'm sorry...I'll do better next time! I swear!'

The Tyrant just smirked down at the Prince and began to pat his head.

'Well then...I might just forget about it completely if you preform a...certain act for me.'

Optimus looked up a little confused as to what the Tyrant meant. However when Megatron unsheathed his big, hard and throbbing spike did the young Prince finally understood what he wanted him to do. The young Prince could only look at it with wide open optics. He hadn't exactly seen one before but looking at the one the Tyrant had he knew that this wasn't a normal sized one. He may not be experienced but he had a good idea what he had to do. Looking up at the Tyrant who just looked back waiting for him to do something the young Prince looked back at the large spike and took a deep breath. He sat up and shifted around until he was kneeling before the Emperor of Kaonol and his face was inches away from the spike. He could feel the heat radiating off it and he made him feel slightly uneasy at first. However he forced himself to remember what was a stake and gently pressed his lips against it.

He hadn't even opened his mouth and he could already taste it. He could feel it pulsating against his trembling lips and the heat it gave off was almost unreal. As he rubbed his lips against he heard the Tyrant above him give out a low growl and he suddenly placed his hand on the young Prince's helm urging him to continue. Optimus felt nervous with no experience but he couldn't stop now. Opening his lips slowly he began to ease the heated spike into his mouth, bit by bit so his delicate lips wouldn't tear. It felt so hot and it throbbed within his mouth. The further it went in the deeper and louder the growls came from the Tyrant's throat. He guessed he was doing something right and continued to ease it in. It was a big piece of mech flesh and the young Prince wasn't sure if it would all go in. It was already nearing the back of his throat and he wasn't sure if his lips could stretch any further.

The Tyrant himself just wanted to ram himself into that warm, moist and tight cavern of a mouth he had. However he decided to show mercy and wait till the young Prince adjusted to his size. It was after all his first time and he did admire him for allowing himself to be humiliated like this for the sake of his Kingdom. He didn't care so much about his own pride like certain members of his family that he could name. That wasn't the only thing he liked about the Prince. He was as gorgeous as any femme or pretty mech he'd seen, and he owned a harem of exotic beauties so he would know. He had a beautiful body and the face of an angel. It was like he was a forbidden fruit and he just plucked him from his tree and was preparing to devour him all for himself. He had already sampled a taste of his flavours and he oh so wanted to taste more. For now he just allowed himself to bask in the pleasure of feeling his spike within the warm cavern of the young Prince's mouth.

Optimus had finally eased what he could of the spike into his mouth. The dam thing throbbed within him and his lips were stretching to limits he didn't know were possible. He allowed himself to relax for a moment, flinching when the Tyrant above him jerked his hips slightly followed by another deep growl. Megatron then began to move Optimus's head to and fro giving the young Prince an idea what he wanted from him. Once he got the idea Optimus began to move his head on his own sliding back and forth and hoping that those growls that the Tyrant were making meant he was enjoying it. In an attempt to make Megatron enjoy it even more he began to move his own glossa along the spike as it was thrusted in and out of his mouth. The moment he started to use it the Tyrant made a sudden loud growl and gripped the young Prince's head with both hands, forcing him to take the whole thing down his throat. the poor Prince gagged for a moment as he tried to readjust himself and he ended up gripping the dark hips of the Tyrant to keep his balance. Once he was able to continue he slide his glossa over again and began to move his head once more.

With the way Megatron began to growl and snarl, thrusting his hips and gripping the young Prince's head like that Optimus could only guess that he was nearing his own overload. His own grip on the Tyrant's hips tightened and his legs began to tremble out of fear and anticipation. Through the growlingof arousal Megatron looked down at the young Prince and purred using a deep tone.

'I want you to swallow every last drop my dear little Prince!' he snarled.

It didn't take a genius to know what that meant. The Young Prince braced himself and he prayed that he would be able to do it. He continued to lick and suck the hot and hard spike that was still pulsating within his mouth. The Tyrant began to buck his hips harder and more frequently meaning that his overload was drawing near so the young Prince could only hand on and hope that he would be able to swallow whatever was to come. Then at long last the Tyrant let out a deep moan, gripped the Prince's blue helm tightly and held him place whilst forcing his spike as far as it could go down his throat. Then he roared loudly and released his powerful overload into the Prince's mouth. Poor Optimus made a sudden gagging noise when his mouth started to fill with the white hot sticky liquid. He could barely contain it and some of it spluttered out of the corners of his lips. Quickly forcing himself to relax he began to swallow it. It tasted so thick yet bittersweet like some heated yogurt or something. There was so much it took him five mouth full swallows to consume it all. Megatron just gasped and shuddered as he emptied the last of his fluids into the Prince's mouth and allowed himself to bask in the afterglow of it. He removed his hands from the Prince's helm allowing him to pull back and relax his now aching jaw.

As Optimus slowly pulled away from the spike a couple of strings of saliva and cum trailed from his lips to the tip of the spike. They hung there for a few seconds before growing too heavy and disconnected from each other. The young Prince's jaw did indeed ache and he panted heavily as the whole experience made him feel hot for some reason. He never imagined that he would be doing something like this nor did he knew that it was making him feel this way. He felt hot, excited, dazed and desperate. He couldn't explain what it was he was feeling but it just felt so right. It felt so good. It felt like he opened a door into a forbidden but tempting realm of forbidden desires and he had no intention of leaving. After Megatron had recovered from his overlord he cupped the young Prince's chin and gently forced him to look up. He used his thumb to wipe away a small trail of cum that dribbled down his chin and smirked when he noticed how flustered the Prince was.

'I take you enjoyed that my dear little Prince?'

Optimus made a small gasp and then made a small nod.

'I-I...I did...' he panted.

Megatron smirked again and then pushed Optimus onto his back. The young Prince was a little startled but as the Tyrant began to maneuver between his legs and pull them apart he suddenly felt excited again. His face was heating up and turning from pale blue to a light shade of red. His legs trembled as Megatron held them in place and he almost bucked his hips when he felt the heat from that spike near his quivering port. Megatron could not help but chuckle as the once innocent Prince became a needy whore in need of sex.

'One moment you're acting like a high and mighty Iaconina Prince and now you lie beneath me like some slut who wants me to defile him in every way possible.'

The young Prince made a small whine but tried to regain control of his body.

'D-do you promise...that...that you w-will talk to my father...about p-peace? After all this..p-please?'

The Tyrant smirked and gripped the young Prince's hips as his spike neared the soaking wet and quivering port.

'Well let's just see how you preform...so far you have intrigued me...but it will take more than that to impress me.'

As Optimus tried to prepare himself for what was to come Megatron could not help but snicker. To be honest he was greatly impressed with what the Prince had done for him so far. He was actually looking forward to spending every eveing with him as his bride. He wanted him to bear him a great number of sons and keep him all to himself and hide him away from everyone else so he alone could admire his beauty. He lied to him just so he could see what he was really capable of. For his first time he was doing quite well and he couldn't wait to take his innocence from him.

The young Prince was trembling and he almost cried out when he felt the spike press against his port. He had idea what to expect and he was slightly afraid but a small part of him was excited. He just clutched the sheets beneath him and could only wonder what sensations were to come. The Tyrant himself could no longer hold back and he pushed his spike against the port. He gripped the blue hips tightly and gritted his teeth as he tried to force himself in. Optimus made a small whine and shook even harder as Megatron continued to push his spike into that soaking wet port. There was a size difference between them but the Tyrant believed that Optimus would be able to handle it. Biting down hard on his teeth and pulling the Young Prince towards him Megatron uttered a deep growl as he managed to push his spike into the port.

Optimus suddenly arched his back and his optics widened and went almost white. His mouth opened but no sound came out and his whole body tensed up as he felt the large piece of metal move into him. Megatron just hissed as the tight port clenched around his spike but continued to ease his way in. It was incredibly tight but the mixture of pain and pleasure was like an exotic drug he was already addicted to. His spike twitched within him and the tight walls continued to wrap themselves tightly around his throbbing member but he had no intention of pulling out.

'By the Gods you are so tight little Prince!' he growled as he managed to get his spike three thirds of the way in.

Whilst Megatron continued to ease his way into the tightness of his virgin port the Prince himself finally regained control of his voice and made a loud cry of either pain or pleasure. His port was being stretched to limits he knew never existed and more wonderful yet painful sensations went off within him. The large member moved deep within him and it rubbed against his highly sensitive walls setting off more explosive sensations within him. It felt incredibly good but at the same time incredibly painful. His grip on the sheets increased and he almost teared the soft material beneath him. His hips trembled in those black hands and his legs began to wrap themselves round the Tyrant's dark hips.

'O-oh...oh P-Primus...I-I...aahh...I ca- GAH!'

He made a sudden loud shriek once Megatron forced the rest of his spike in. The hot piece of metal pulsated within him as his walls tightened around in and he tried so desperate to adjust to it's size. He panted and gasped as he tried desperately to adjust to it and winced as Megatron suddenly moved within him.

'I'm going to enjoy claiming you as my own my dear little Prince,' he growled as he began to slowly thrust into him.

Optimus made a low cry as the spike began to move into him. It almost felt incredible to have that hot and pulsating member within him, moving along his sensitive walls and rubbing against sensor nodes that sent electrical waves of pleasure running through him. His cries became moans and his own hips began to buck against each thrust that the Tyrant administered upon him. He had the sudden urge to cry out words he wasn't sure he wanted to say in fear of angering the Tyrant. Saliva began to trickle down his chin and his body was heating up so fast he thought he was going to melt into a pool of growled as he continued to slowly thrust into the beautiful Prince below him. He just wanted to ram into him and hear him scream but the noises he was making and the way he bucked his own hips to meet his thrusts...he just wanted to take his sweet time with him.

'Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are when you're in the heat of passion?' he purred.

The young Prince was unable to answer but he continued to moan and buck against the spike that impaled him in a wonderful way. He was unable to think straight and he seemed to have forgotten why he was doing all this. All that he cared about was making whatever it was that was making him feel this good increase. He wanted to feel more, he wanted to explore further into this forbidden realm. He didn't care if it would cost him eternal damnation, he just wanted the Tyrant to devour his soul if it meant he could live forever with the sinful pleasure.

'I-I...ahhh...I w-want...ahhh...w-want...oooh...aah...w-want...'

Megatron could not help but snicker as Optimus tried to beg for something. Leaning down till his face was inches away from the young Prince's he trailed his glossa up his flustered cheeks which earned him another whimper of delight.

'Want do you want my dear little Prince?' he teased.

The young Prince made another loud whine and jerked his hips up against the Tyrant's hips. He couldn't seem to get the words he wanted to say out. He tried to get it across using his body but the Tyrant seemed to want to hear it from his own lips.

'I-I...I...ahhh...I w-want...oooh...m-m...ahhh...more...I want...m-more...'

Upon hearing those words the Tyrant suddenly grinned wickedly. He then leaned in and began to passionately kiss and nip at those delicious looking lips. Optimus made more muffled whimpers and whines as he tried to kiss back. He then used this opportunity to wrap his arms around the Tyrant's shoulders and tried to pull him closer. Megatron began to pick up the pace with his thrusts and began to devour the Young Prince with kisses and bites. He then hoisted him up till Optimus was now sitting on his lap allowing his spike to impale him deeper. The moment Optimus was positioned upon his lap the young Prince made a sudden cry of pleasure as the spike moved deeper within him. It was now poking at something within him that was making those shock waves of pleasure spread through his body faster and louder. He continued to grip the Tyrant's shoulders and tried to move his own hips up and down the spike. Megatron just watched a little amused.

'I see that you're getting the hang of this my dear little Prince,' he chuckled as he began to thrust up against the young Prince's hips.

'H-hard...aaah...AH...harder! P-Please...I-I...aaaah...I w-want...aah...harder!' wailed the young Prince.

Deciding to grant the Prince's wishes he suddenly grabbed his hips and began to pump his spike at an incredibly fast rate. As he did Optimus began to cry even louder and he could barely keep up with the powerful thrusts of the Tyrant. He began hitting that sensitive spot within him at a faster rate and every time he hit it, it sent more and more waves of pleasure rippling through him until it felt like a whirlpool of passion within him. He gasped with every thrust and his whole body nearly went limp. Megatron just continued to growl and snarl as he plowed deeper and deeper into the beautiful young Prince. His overload was so very, very close and he wanted to hear the delicious looking thing in his arms scream out his name as he unleashed his seed within him.

The moment he realized his overload was ready to explode he gripped Optimus's hips tightly and forced him down onto him hard. He then made a loud roar and unleashed his fluids into the young Prince's body. He held Optimus tightly as he emptied every single drop of his fluids into the beauty before him. The moment he did Optimus arched his back and cried out as once again the white hot liquid filled his body and set off more explosive sensations within him. It was like a volcano had just erupted within him and it just felt so beautiful and hot. His own overload was suddenly triggered and he screamed out in pure ecstasy.

'OOH...L-LORD MEGATRON!' he cried as he suddenly fell back into the Tyrant's arms.

The Tyrant made a low moan as he emptied the last of his fluids into the young Prince and shuddered once again. He then fell over and landed ontop of the Prince who had already passed out from exhaustion. As he began to cool down and tried to catch his breath he carefully rose up and pulled out of the Prince. As he did some of the fluids began to drip out and seep onto the silk sheets beneath them. The Prince was now fast alseep but he was still panting and his beautiful face was still flustered in a beautiful shade of light red. Even now he looked like the child of an angel and he felt honered that he took the first bite out of his forbidden fruit.

Panting heavily he laid next to him and drew him close. He stirred slightly but did not wake. Instead he unknowly snuggled up against the Tyrant and made a soft mewing noise. Megatron felt incredibly pleased and believed that he could spend eternity with the young Prince as his bride and never grow tired of him. He did fairly well for his first time and decided to at least speak with the King of Iaconia about peace. He could only imagine the shock expression he was going to show when he heard that his most beloved son had his innocence stolen and that he was to become the Tyrant's bride. In a way he was looking forward to it but for now he just wanted to rest. Pulling the young Prince even closer to him he gently kissed the top of his helm before falling into a satishfing slumber.

Two whole months had passed since peace was declared between the two kingdoms. For two whole months the people of both Kingdoms celebrated the long awaited peace with parties and fireworks. Two whole months since the young Iaconian Prince became the bride of the Tyrant of Kaonol. As young Optimus sat on the balcony looking at the impressive display of fireworks under the Kaonol sky he sighed with relief that he was able to live to see this day. He still remembered at the negotiations how his father almost jumped across the table to attack the Kaonol Emperor when he discovered that his most cherished son had agreed to become his bride in exchange for peace. Other agreements were made too but it was the fact that he was going to loose his favourite son that upsetted the good Iaconian King the most. Optimus then pulled his father away and told him that some things have to be sacrificed for the greater good. He told him that he did love him and he did want to see all his brothers and sister again but if they wanted peace it had to be this way.

King Ultra Magnus sighed heavily and placed a gentle kiss on his sons blue helm before telling him that he was wiser and braver than any Iaconian king. Although it broke his old and weary heart he knew that it had to be done for the sake of their Kingdoms. He then returned to the Emperor of Kaonol and agreed to his terms with a heavy heart. Once the truce was signed peace was declared and the joyful cries of the weary soldiers echoed across the valley. Optimus then said his farewells to his father and returned to Kaonol with Emperor Megatron to become his bride. The Tyrant decided to be a little compassionate and told the young Prince that once he bared him a child he could return home for three months to visit his family.

Now two months had passed and he started to show that he was now carrying. Since the Megatron had been rather careful around him and made sure that his every need was attended to. Even though he had not known him for very long Optimus had to admit that even though he was the Tyrant of Kaonol and a demon on the battlefield he was both kind and caring for him in his own unique way. Ever since that erotic evening on the berth the young Prince wasn't sure if he'd be able to look him in the optic again after feeling so embarrassed when he remembered how he acted. Megatron just laughed and said that it was rather cute how he acted about it. He may have been the violent terror of Kaonol but he was a decent husband and he could possibly be a good father to their child.

As he continued to watch the firework display he heard someone approh him from behind. Looking over his shoulder he saw that the Emperor of Kaonol had just entered and he placed a dark hand gently on his delicate shoulder. He looked tired but refused to admit it. Ever since peace was declared he had been very busy sorting out new laws and making sure his soildiers were well rewarded for their past comitment. He only had time to see his beautiful bride in the eveing time and in the morning when he awoke from a peaceful slumber. As he gazed down at his godsend bride he leaned down and pressed an audio up against his chassis where within his future heir was sleeping.

'So how is my darling little Prince coping with the carrying of my child?' he asked in a lazy tone.

Optimus rolled his optics. He always called him that even though he was no longer an Iaconian Prince but the bride of the Emperor of Kaonol. He guessed it was a habit he wasn't going to let go...not that he minded. Placing his blue hands onto of the silver helm that rested against his chassis he smiled sweetly.

'Your child is doing fine as am I thanks for asking.'

Megatron pulled away and then cupped Optimus by the chin and gently forced him to look up.

'You do realize that I want more than one child...my dear little Prince,' he purred.

Optimus blushed a little. He still couldn't get used to the extremely erotic evenings that he spent with the Emperor. Of course since he was carrying he did not touch him in fear it would hurt his child but as soon as Optimus gave birth to him he would drag him back to his chambers for some make up time. It wasn't that Optimus hated it. Megatron was a handsome mech after all...it was just that he was incredibly sensitive and he could never hold his cries of pleasure in. In a way he was looking forward to it but for now he just wanted to make sure his child came into the world safely.

'Oh don't worry...I'm sure our first child wouldn't want to live in a world without brothers and sisters he cannot play with.'

That seemed to make Megatron pleased and Optimus smiled sweetly up at him. As a gigantic explosion of fireworks erupted just outside their balcony Megatron suddenly pulled young Optimus up into a passionate kiss and purred sweetly into his audios,

'I will cherish you forever my dear little Prince.'

END

Finished! YAYZ! The ending was a little rushed I apoligize but I had an gigantic writers block ^^; Please reveiw!