From Iacon to Kaon, there were two cities and three land marks to pass. It took the entire orbital cycle and half of the next with no stops other than to refuel and once when Stepper needed to empty his tanks. From Iacon, they passed the Pion Tower, then passed through Uraya, the Autobot central for cultural goods, through the Gardens of Primus, which Jetfire couldn't help but stare at out of the window, over the neutral Rad Zone, around the boarder of the Decepticon ruled Maccadams and then finally into Kaon.

Needless to say; Stepper was all too glad to leap out of the carriage and stretch his legs. He was greeted at the front gate of Lord Megatron's estate by several security guards armed to the circuit.

"Stepper!" Optimus hissed. "Get back in the carriage!" He insisted. His servant did as he was told, embarrassed by his over enthusiasm to get some fresh air, and the snickering guards at him, and he huddled close to Jetfire when he got back in.

As a way of avenging his brother's embarrassment, Hot Shot didn't stop Jolt from emptying his fuel tanks right there by the front gate.

"Clean that up, will yah boys?" He sniffed, olfactory sensor turned upwards as they trotted off.

"Now we can get out Stepper." Optimus chuckled, patting the blue and yellow bot's shoulder. They did so; Hot Shot opened the door, allowing Prime to step out first, leading Jetfire by his leash. Stepper stepped out next, looking more humble than before.

"Welcome Lord Prime; we've been expecting you." A military mech greeted them at the grand front entrance.

"Demolisher, it's been a while." Optimus nodded. "These are my servants; Hot Shot, my driver. Stepper, Hot Shot's apprentice. And Jetfire, my Songbird."

"I see. Do come in, sirs." Demolisher pushed the two doors open, leading them into the front wing.

You don't really give a slag who we are, do you soldier boy? Jetfire thought with an amused smirk behind his mask.

"My liege, your guests have arrived." Demolisher announced. The room they were lead into was, by all appearances, a throne hall. Two thrones were set up on opposing sides of the room, two smaller seats on either side of those throne. In the larger, grander throne on the left, sat lord Megatron, the dictator who had control over the entire Decepticon faction.

"Optimus Prime; a pleasure to see you after all these years." He greeted with a slimy, disgusting grin. Sitting on his right, where Jetfire found it hard to see, a red Seeker leaned forward to get a better look at the Autobots who'd just walked in.

Sweet Primus he was beautiful.

"You're losing your touch Megatron; I know you aren't glad to see me. However, I believe I understand your reason for calling me here." Optimus stated, cutting straight to the chase as usual.

"Please, have a seat." Megatron gestured to the opposing throne. The Prime glanced at it, then ushered Hot Shot and Stepper into the two seats on either side, sitting in the throne and looking uncomfortable. Throne were for Decepticons, in his opinion, so Jetfire understood why he was uneasy. The white and gold mech shifted, sitting on the top step in front of the throne by his master's feet, resting his helm on Prime's knee. "I'm glad you brought your Songbird; the issue I wish to address will more than likely consume a good few solar cycles to discuss and settle."

"And this issue would be...?"

"Peace." Megatron announced calmly, resting his chin on the backs of his folded hands. "You have spoken of it many times in the past, offered it and enforced it. Every time, I have refused it."

"So why should I accept your questionable offer?"

"Because Prime; I am very soon going to start a family." He nudged his head towards the quiet Seeker to his right. Jetfire dared to turn his golden optics up to look at the pretty Seeker, and was surprised to find he was staring back, but quickly looked away. "It is my betrothed that wishes for peace; as my pre-bonding gift to my lover, if wish to sign a treaty with you, Optimus Prime."

"You... are ending the war for your fiancé?" Prime gaped, hand falling limp. Jetfire only then realised his master had been petting him. "I never thought..."

"A war zone is no place to raise Sparklings, Optimus Prime." The Seeker suddenly spoke up. He had a deep, grating voice, like he had a bad smoking habit. Then again, Seekers were known to have strange voices.

Jetfire glanced to Hot Shot on Prime's left; he was sitting stiffly in his seat, staring into his lap. On Prime's right, Stepper looked just about ready to burst into tears.

"Agreed..." Optimus replied slowly, swallowing nervously. "You are... Prince Starscream, correct?"

"Of Vos, yes."

"Are there any other Prince Starscream's?"

"You'd be surprised." Jetfire smirked behind his mask again; the kid was gutsy, he'd give him that. Beautiful and gutsy. What a lovely combination.

"Well... treaties don't fall together just like that, your highness." Optimus said carefully, leaning forward. "It will take time to organise and settle things such as energy and land."

"Thus I ask you to be our guests in our humble home until the pact has been made." Megatron stepped into the conversation again. "You will be given basic hospitality and our finest entertainment!"

"... Very well, I accept. But allow me to call my top advisers to join us tomorrow." Optimus nodded, leaning back, feeling more relaxed.

"Excellent! For now, high grade?" Beverages and food were given out, even offered to Jetfire who still sat on the floor. He briefly worried for Stepper; the young mech had a very low tolerance for high grade, but Hot Shot asked for his brother to be brought a lower concentrate of energon instead. "Now, your Songbird is quite a sight for sore optics, Prime!" Megatron smiled, cheek plates slightly tinted from the high grade in his servo.

"Indeed."

"Where ever did you find such a beauty?" Against the rim of the cube he'd removed his mask for, Jetfire's well sculpted lips curled back in disgust, but slugged down the mid grade quickly.

"He was a street performer I happened across one day. He was of slave class, so I bought him instantly." Optimus explained, petting his prize tenderly.

"A concept of love at first sight, I assume?"

"You could say that." Jetfire stared hard at his empty cube, finding the container to be extremely interesting. "What about you?"

"My Songbird?" Megatron asked, then took another swig, then held out his cube to be refilled by a service drone. "She was a gift to me from Starscream here, to the same affect of this treaty is my gift to him."

"I see... may I hear her?"

"Of course! Cyclonus; bring in my Songbird." A copter mech in the corner of the room jumped to attention, then scuttled through a large door for a minute or so. There was then a metallic rumbling, and the same mech burst through the doors, pushing a huge object mounted on wheels into the center of the room, covered by a red, satin cloth. Once in the center, Cyclonus reached up and tugged the cloth down, revealing an enormous, delicate looking gold bird cage with a pole reaching from the top to the bottom of the said cage.

Inside, a femme lay flat on her back, servos folded on her stomach, staring at the ceiling. When the light hit her, she sat up, long, black cables flicking at her back in place of hair. A pair of triangular appendages were mounted in her helm; it took Jetfire a moment to realise they were her audio receptors. A long, demonic tail was curled around her, silver and chrome, while her curvy body was painted black and dark grey. She looked towards Megatron and Starscream, then turned to look at the visitors.

Optimus leaned forward; her optic colours morphed with every shift of her emotion.

"Her name is Rogue." Starscream said gently. "Her adoptive father worked for my sire in Vos. She had such a pretty voice and body that my father gave her to me as a birthday present."

"And you gave her to Megatron?" Optimus asked in disbelief. Starscream looked down at his pedes, clutching his half drunk mid grade to his chest.

"Mother said it would be thoughtful."

"Rogue," The femme turned to Megatron as he addressed her. "Sing for our guests, will you my dear?"

Rogue paused for a moment, then grabbed the pole in the center of her cage and used it to pull herself up. She then reached to the top of her cage, making something unseen go click, and music begin to flow into the room. She then swung around the pole, leaning backwards and hooking her legs around it, running her fingers through her hair.

"I just called to hear you breathe,
Whisper in my ear,
Tell me everything I need to hear,
It seems like the love we make,
Is just as good when you're away,
Things you say I can feel," With a quick twirl, Rogue pressed her back to the pole, trailing her hands down it as she descended into a crouching position, high heeled pedes spreading apart. Jetfire raised an optics ridge; this was nothing new to him. Pole dancing was something Prime was quite fond of, though he did have to admire the little femme's flexibility.

"I don't need to have you here,
To feel you crashing into me,
I'm better off this way,
Not hearing me complain,
And I don't need to taste your lips,
I've satisfied my appetite,
Me and my dirty mind,
Been working overtime," Optimus' grip on the arm rests tightened, making Jetfire wary his master's would break the pretty throne. The Prime was awkwardly transfixed, not sure whether to look away, but somehow not able to anyway. As the music slowed a little, Jetfire noticed his master's need for him to rest his head in his lap again, blocking anyone in the room from the view of his growing arousal. He had to hand it to her; the girl was good.

She now abandoned the pole and was rubbing up against the bar of the cage seductively; sliding her back down them or rubbing her chest plates over them.

"I hear your voice on the phone,
Imagine what you're wearing,
To do something right gotta do it myself, yeah.
You left me here all alone,
I take matters into my own hands,
I just might burn in hell, yeah." She then lower herself to a squatting position, knees open, leaning against the pole again. Her dainty looking servos slid up her thighs, digits trailing over her crotch plate, making Jetfire desperately want to jump up and cover Stepper's optics. He glanced up and found the little mech was already doing that for himself. Hot Shot on the other hand was staring, no shame whatsoever at the Songbird.

"I don't need to have you here,
To feel you crashing into me,
I'm better off this way,
Not hearing me complain,
And I don't need to taste your lips,
I've satisfied my appetite,
Me and my dirty mind,
Been working overtime," Her tail slithered between the bars and, to Jetfire's surprise, unlatched the door to her cage. It swung open and she swaggered out, strutting towards Megatron's throne. She then placed one knee between the dictator's legs, who looked to be in a stupid, lustful daze, both servos on the back the throne behind his head as she leaned forward.

"Can you keep up?

Is that all you got?
You're wasting all my precious time,
Don't need your permission,
Tell me the mission, that I raise you to,
The finish line!" Starscream offered his hand to her, letting her spin on her heels and dance over to the Autobots on the other side of the room. Out of common curtesy from Songbird to Songbird, Jetfire shifted a little away from Optimus to make room for Rogue to straddle his master, back arching as she did so.

"I don't need to have you here
To feel you crashing into me
I'm better off this way
Not hearing me complain
And I don't need to taste your lips
I've satisfied my appetite
Me and my dirty mind
Been working overtime
Working Overtime..." Jetfire fought back the urge to laugh at home absolutely terrified Optimus Prime looked as the music stopped, Rogue's lips inches away from his. Her optics were a dull purple, he noticed, then she stepped back, tail blocking everyone's view from Optimus' erection until Jetfire replaced his head again.

"Good girl..." Megatron purred, not even bothering to hide his bulging cable. "Back in your cage now." Passing a glance to her fellow Songbird on the floor, she did as she was told and settled back in her cage, hugging her knees to her chest as Cyclonus locked the door again. "So then Prime, was Rogue's performance anything in comparison to your Jetfire?"

"I... she... ah..." Optimus shifted uncomfortably in his seat, making Megatron laugh and Starscream roll his optics.

"We must arrange for our Songbirds to sing a duet! It would be wonderful, I'm sure." With that, he stood up, crotch plating practically falling off. Fortunately, Optimus' arms were long enough to reach both Stepper and Hot Shot to cover their optics. "Come Starscream, I have something of great importance to discuss with you in private."

"I'll bet you do." Starscream sighed, placing his mid grade back down. He didn't seem aroused in the slightest.

"The drones will show your to your rooms; have a good night, Prime."

"A-and y-you!" Optimus gulped as the two Decepticons exited through a door.

As promised, two drones appeared in front of them. One gestured to Stepper and Hot Shot, so the two stood up and were lead out of a different door. The other lead Optimus and Jetfire down a torturously long hallway, until finally reaching a large, forest green door. They were given a luxury suite; king sized berth with fine sheets and pillows, two huge windows over looking the Kaon ocean, a grand looking desk and wardrobe, along with a door Jetfire assumed lead to a private wash rack. He thanked the drone for his master who bustled his way in hastily, then closed the door.

Almost immediately, he was thrown onto the berth, his wrists clamped together above his head by one large servo. Optimus removed his codpiece, grinding against Jetfire's crotch plate needfully.

"I'm sorry, it's just... I couldn't help imagining it was you on that pole. A-and... she was so... so..." He hung his head, as if ashamed.

Megatron had been correct; Optimus had fallen in love at the first sight of Jetfire. Less could be said for the Songbird. He couldn't love anyone who kept him in shackles and forbade him to fly, yet couldn't hate someone who truly adored him, and treated him so affectionately.

"Shh," he hushed him. "It's alright. I understand." He hooked his legs around the Prime's waist, retracting his plating and willing his valve to become slick as Optimus plunged into it, moaning loudly. Jetfire was honestly used to the lustful speed his master dished out in the haze of interface; thrusting wildly into his port to the point of it being agonising. He did indulge his Songbird's spike sometimes, though never by letting it breach his own port.

He didn't need to worry about that right now though; Jetfire wasn't in the least bit aroused. He just lay there and dryly took it like he was supposed to, rolling his head around and moaning in the regular act of pleasing his master. Even to the point of faking overload.

"Primus, I love you Jetfire..." Optimus whispered, collapsing on top of his Songbird and passing out.

Jetfire sighed, unplugging his master from his port, packing away the large instrument for him. He rolled over, placing his master on his back beside him instead. He then sat up, legs dangling over the side of the berth.

In his haste for pleasure, Prime had actually snapped the bonds around Jetfire's wrists with his bare servos, leaving the Songbird free as a... well, a bird!

But if he ran, where would he go? He could take care of himself in a fight, no doubt, but he had no credits or knowledge of how much Cybertron had changed geographically since Optimus purchased him. He glared over his shoulder at the unconscious Prime. It was his fault... he couldn't go anywhere, he was stuck as a slave and it was all his fault!

Jetfire stood up, then made his way to the door he'd seen earlier. As he'd suspected, it was a wash rack, which he promptly put into good use before returning to the bunk and huddling up on the edge of the berth, as far away from Optimus as possible without falling to the floor.

Rogue belongs to me. Song: Dirty Mind by Halestorm.