This is purely smut with a tiny bit of plot. I will neither deny nor confirm that these are my little fantasies, I just wanted to get them out of my head because they plague me in my sleep. Curse you insomnia! Feel free to review, point out grammar mistakes, give advice, give ideas for future smexy times, flame, hate, the whole shebang. Don't like it, don't read. Seriously, flame all you want, your not hurting my feelings, this is for my own enjoyment. Can't tell you how many word documents I have stashed away with stuff like this, some unfinished, some a work in progress. I need to post some of it so that I can make more room on my computer (this also serves as a backup in case my computer crashes, it's old. -sweatdrop-). I've just decided to hell with it and post it, if you don't like it then that's your opinion. I am beyond caring especially if you don't have any constructive criticism. If you enjoy it, well, cheers to you! Welcome to the Transformers Pervert Club and I hope you have a wonderful stay! Please let me know what you enjoyed, serious, I'd love to know what you liked, it'll help me for future scenes. -wink, wink-

I'm not very familiar with the types of warnings that goes with fics like this, this being my first one like it, so, all I can say to warn you is there's a LOT of interfacing, you know typical spike in valve kind of stuff. OH! And if you dislike AU's, then you're probably gonna dislike this fic. It's set in Transformers Prime but has characters not actually showcased in that series, like Frenzy and Rumble, Soundwave's symbiotes. It starts a few years before the actual show and it may stray almost immediately from the original timeline (Since this IS from a drone's point of view, most of the events in the show may not occur around him.), So DON'T expect an exact replay of the cartoon.

Disclaimer: I hate these things, they remind of my miserable existence without my lovely Cybertronians. Mah sparklings! Please come home to momma! I swear I won't molest you! (Well, at first, anyway... What? They ARE older then all of humanity! I call dibs on Prowl and Soundwave!) So, no, I don't own anything transformers related, unless, of course, you count this FAN-fiction, purely the fake imaginings of a fan lost in their amazing robotic world. (And my big fuzzy transformers blanket that my parents got me for Christmas, you'd be surprised how HARD it is to find stuff like that, even at a store whose sole PURPOSE is to sell that kind of stuff.) Hey! I'm kind of wondering how many people actually read these little author's notes... if you review, say your favorite Autobot pairing, just may add it to this... -hint, hint, wink wink-

Anyway, this is part one. Enjoy!

Well, I didn't expect this. Not one bit. I had been walking down the hall, following the route of my usual hall monitoring shift, when all of a sudden, I'm grabbed by the helm and dragged away. Of course, I try to remove the servo from my frame but when the Cybertronian who held me spoke, I realized who it was.

"Enough!" The order was barked but the deep gravelly voice was all too recognizable. Oh, I hope I hadn't done something wrong or did something make Lord Megatron mad at me. For all I knew, I was being dragged to my death but there wasn't anything I could do, so I go limp and let the larger mech drag me down the hall. I find myself thrown and I hit the wall with a grunt, sliding down to the floor as the room spins. I shake my helm and look up from my spot only to find myself stunned. I was in a large room with a desk off to one side and a huge padded berth in the corner. This can only mean one thing, I'm in Lord Megatron's personal quarters. Speaking of the warlord, he had stalked over to the berth and sat on it, leaning back onto his servos and spreading his legs wide with a dark scowl. He glares at me before beckoning me over with a digit, "Come here, drone."

I hesitatingly get to my pedes and walk over, afraid of what he might do to me. The silver mech waits impatiently and once I'm within grabbing reach, he grabs my arm and roughly pulls me closer. I flinch slightly and wait for further orders as he pushes me onto my knees. He leans back and to my shock, his valve cover slides open. He frowns and huffs, "Please me and if I'm not satisfied, you'll be waking up in the Well."

If my visor could express like optics, I'm sure it would have been as wide as it could get. It's not rare for one of the officers to drag a drone to their quarters for a good interface but Lord Megatron has never done so before. Am I the lucky first or is Commander Starscream refusing the warlord and making him do this? Either way, as I stare at the waiting valve, I can feel myself drool. Every drone had thought interfacing with the leader would be extremely rough and everyone always thought that the warlord would be completely dominant, only ever using his spike. For me to look upon such a sight is such an honor. I reach up and grab his thighs, looking up to see if I was doing okay, he was staring down at me impatiently.

I want to treasure this moment, even if I'm not the only drone who gets this, at least I can remember the sight. I nuzzle his inner thigh and knead the soft protoform. I can hear him sigh quietly at the soothing actions and feel him relax some. I retract the bottom half of my white mask, ignoring the small trail of oral fluid going down to my chin, and kiss his other inner thigh. I gently mouth and nip the purple protoform with my sharp denta looking up occasionally to make sure I was doing okay. His optics were drooped now as he relaxed fully under my ministrations. I move closer to his valve and blow softly on the anterior node nestled right above his soft lips. He shudders lightly and moans softly when my glossa teasingly traces his entrance. With every swipe, I push a little bit deeper, lapping at the lubricant that started leaking from within him.

Finally, I thrust my glossa deep inside him, watching as he arches and slides onto his back, panting and blushing with his optics closed in pleasure. Such a face... I've never seen Lord Megatron look so beautiful. I twirl my glossa, feeling and pushing on all those sensors and node clusters, loving the sounds that come from the leader because of my actions. I need a better angle if I want to go any deeper. With a surprising amount of strength, I lift Lord Megatron's pedes and swing them over my shoulders and twist the larger mech around as I jump onto the berth with him. Not once did I leave his valve and despite the surprise at being moved, he gasps loudly when I push his aft up to go deeper inside his valve. His weight was now on his upper back and shoulders as I sat on my knees, face buried in his dripping entrance and his pedes crossed on my own upper back and shoulders.

I retract my glossa and twirl it around his anterior node, his thighs clamp onto my helm and he makes a harsh keen as I sucked on it. When I nip it lightly, he chokes on his intake as he overloads. I continue to suck on the node to make his overload last longer and let him fall gently as he goes limp.

"Impressive..." He pants.

I tilt my helm and scratch at his aft port cover.

His optics look at me warily, "What-"

"With all due respect," I purr, "you ordered me to please you. I intend to do so to the fullest extent. We are not done." He grunts when I flip him over and lift his aft into the air. I nuzzle the port covering and knead the silver plating. I place a long lick on it, making him groan, "Open up, My Lord."

His servos clench but he slowly allows the plating to retract. I trace the round opening before wiggling my glossa inside the small space. The warlord is much more vocal since his port is less used and way more sensitive then his valve. Of course, I ignore the slight bitter tang and savor his noises as my oral fluid makes the small entrance much more slicker and easier to thrust into. After a few minutes, he starts moving his hips back onto my glossa. My engine starts to purr quietly, happy he was enjoying my glossa. I knead the plating on his lower back and slide my claws into the various seams and wiring, much like a content Cybercat. I notice his red optics stare at me from where his helm was turned and laying on the berth. The blush had grown and he was actually drooling a small bit as well. It's likely no one has ever touched his aft port like this before but when you're a drone, you have plenty of opportunities to explore the ways of interfacing, when off duty, of course.

Where is it? I dig my wiggling glossa deeper and deeper until my derma is wrapped around his entrance and my denta is scraping lightly against the plating. Megatron moans at the feeling, pushing back against my face with every swirl of my glossa. When the warlord tenses with a gasp, I knew I had found what I was looking for. I angle my glossa to hit and rub harshly against the small sensor within his port, enjoying the way he grinds back with every touch. His cooling fans kicked on and his panting got more harsh, he was close. I reach under and flick the anterior node on his valve just as I jab my glossa into the sensor in his port. Megatron overloaded immediately with a muffle cry and I moan as his port squeezes my glossa firmly. His legs shake before he goes limp again. I retract my glossa and lick my derma before flipping him onto his back again. I enjoy the swift rising and falling of his chasis for a moment before tapping his spike panel.

"One more, My Lord." I purr and moan happily when he immediately retracts the panel. His spike was amazing, thick and long with a barbed underside. I knead his hips and blow on the tip, smirking when it throbs for attention. I twirl my glossa around the thick tip and dip the tip of my glossa into the small hole on top of his spike. His hips jerk but I manage to keep them down. Megatron's servos clench into fists and he growls impatiently. "Patience, My Lord. We are only just beginning." I then relax my jaw and start swallowing him down. Eventually, my derma touches his pelvic plating and I have him deep within my throat intake. His hips were trembling with restraint and I kept swallowing to prevent myself from choking. I start sucking and humming as well, making the warlord cry out from the three different stimulation's. I reach down and insert two digits into his valve, using my third thumb-like digit to rub his anterior node.

"A-ah!" Megatron cries out arching his back. I use my other servo to trace his port and insert a digit in there as well. Megatron was stuck between thrusting up into my mouth and thrusting backwards into my servos. His claws clutch the padding of the berth harshly as he moans and shouts with bliss. After having two overloads, the warlord was obviously very sensitive which is why he didn't last very long this time, not to mention the multiple sensory stimulation. I moan at the taste of his transfluid as it shoots down my intake and into my tanks. I swallow every ounce of the silver liquid before pulling off of his spike. I shiver at the wet pop sound it makes as my derma leaves the tip. I also remove my servos from his valve and port, raising the one from his valve up so that I can lick it clean before closing the bottom part of my mask back up.

I lay my servos on my lap as I wait for Lord Megatron to get his core temperature down. The motion of his chasis enraptures me for a moment before his optics snap open and look at me. My engine was purring, glad to be of service and not at all bothered by not overloading myself. I was happy and content but by no means confident and smug. He huffs and sits up, I lift my helm to look up at him curiously. I jump a little when his servos grasp my shoulders roughly, had I done something wrong?! He pulls me up and flops back down and turns onto his side. I could hear the faint clicks of his panels replacing themselves as he wraps his arms around me tightly. I was tense and uncertain of what to do, none of the officers hold us drones after the interface, they usually send us out to the washracks and back on duty.

I could feel Lord Megatron's chasis rumble as he spoke, "Relax. Consider this your reward, enjoy it." I look up at him incredulously but he had already offlined his optics. Nervously, I lean my helm forward and tuck it under his chin to nuzzle his neck cabling. When he doesn't move away or reprimand me, I relax and nuzzle more firmly against him. I couldn't move my arms since they are trapped against my sides but my servos start kneading the metal on his side and waist where they lay. His chasis vibrates softly from the purring he emits and my own engines starts purring in reaction. We both relax against each other and I slowly fall in recharge as our cuddling soothed me completely.

4/24/2018: Though I'd make the sections into smaller chapters. So, yeah.