I probably should have written this BEFORE 'Cage', but I sorta didn't have any idea how I would write this, whereas 'Cage' was practically already written, so now that I've had time to think about it, this is the prequel. Takes place just before the initial departure of the Nemesis and the Arc. Megatron/Elita.

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Prisoner

Elita One glanced around the hall, no one was around. With any luck at all she would be able to convince Optimus and his team to let the femmes join them on the Arc, but in case she did there was one last thing she wanted to do before leaving her home world.

See it.

For as long as she could remember she was not allowed out of the base, always stuck watching monitors, never out helping. She hadn't seen Cybertron since she was created by Alpha Trion. So tonight she planned to sneak out, and do a little exploring. With a push of a button Elita opened the window and walked over, ready to climb out, when the door on the end of the hall opened.

"Elita?" Optimus asked. "What are you doing?"

The pink femme smiled and quickly came up with a lie, "Just opening the window for a little air, its sort of stuffy in here. What are you doing?" She asked hopefully.

"Passing through." He replied, "I was on my way to see Prowl, to make sure I had the plans for departure tomorrow correct."

"Oh." She sighed, the hopeful glint in her optics died out. Why did she continue to think he was looking for her when time and again it turned out he was doing military business?

"Is something wrong?" The leader of the Autobots asked.

She shook her head, "No, I was just wondering…" she hesitated a moment trying to come up with an excuse for her behavior, "Um, about my proposal…?"

"Proposal?" he gave a thoughtful look, "Oh, right. You wanted to join the Arc team."

The femme nodded "And?"

Optimus shook his head "I don't know…It's going to be pretty dangerous, you should talk to Alpha Trion first."

"Right." She sighed again. Alpha Trion would never let her, it was too risky, if she got captured, her powers would most certainly be abused by the Decepticon overlord, and the Autobots would no doubt be obliterated.

Optimus walked over to her and put a hand on her shoulder, "If it's any consolation, I'll…miss you."

No he wouldn't, he hardly knew her. They were supposed to be equals, one day mates, but they never got to talk or be around each other. Optimus was always fighting Megatron, and Elita was trapped in the base.

Not for long. She reminded herself.

"I know." She lied wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. She waited for him to put his arms around her as well, but he didn't seem to understand what was happening, and she was about to let go when he finally did return her hug, but it was a short embrace, like you would give a friend, not the romantic lover's hug they were suppose to have.

"I have to go." He said, "Prowl's waiting."

"I'm sure, good night Optimus." She said waving to him as he exited the other end of the hall.

"Good night Elita."He answered, the door shut just as he finished and he was gone.

Not wasting anytime, Elita went back over the window and climbed out quick in case someone else walked in while she was 'escaping'. She giggled and her spark pulsed with thrill. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this! She'd be in so much trouble if she got caught!

And that's what makes it so exciting! She thought to herself as she transformed and disappeared into the distance.

Within minutes she was in reach of the city and transformed again, she removed her Autobot insignia and moved into a crowd of neutrals. None knew the face of Elita One in this town, only those who worked with her personally and the most Elite Decepticons knew what she looked like, and they all had better things to do than wander a city this night, so the chance of being recognized were slim to nil.

The wonders of the city amazed her. She wandered the main street up and down, first window shopping, and then returning to take a look inside each shop individually. Nobody knew her! Nobody rushed her this way and that trying to protect her from whatever dangers there might be lurking around. In fact, she got a huge thrill from a Mech who tied to mug her, but ended up getting his aft kicked, and running off disappointedly after finding out she didn't have anything on her anyway.

She entered an energon bar, one of the extremely few left still open. As she entered one of the mechs shouted the corner of the room that he was buying drinks for everyone. A cheer went up, she joined it with a laugh. This is so exciting!

A bartender approached her with a cube of energon from the mech who treated everyone with a round. Elita took it with a smile and a thank you, and sipped it politely. She gagged a little bit, the femme was used to higher quality energon, but the difference made her take another sip, and another. It was fascinating how the energon was horrible and wonderful at the same time.

A mech came over and started talking to her. His vocals were slurred and he repeated his introduction five times before he passed out on them floor. The femme had never seen anyone overcharged before, the Autobots she associated with either didn't drink or did a good job at telling themselves when enough was enough.

Another mech appeared, this one also overcharged, but not as sweet. He introduced himself and asked for her name, she provided a fake one, and he started flirting with her. Now not to say this was a bad thing, she just wasn't expecting it, she was created for Optimus but the Autobot leader hadn't shown as much interest in Elita as long as she knew him as this mech did in five minutes. However, his hands started to wander and she got uncomfortable. Politely telling him to back off she found him shouting at her in a moment.

Before she could come to her own defense another mech jumped up to it and within mere seconds a fist went flying, and like a falling domino knocking down all the others, the whole bar erupted into a brawl. Elita quickly finished the cube the stranger in the corner of the bar, and exited the tavern hastily.

Outside the pub, Elita leaned against the building and sighed. It was so amazing out her she couldn't believe that no one would let her out of the base. Even the bar fight was worth sneaking out for. She sighed again; the first pang of loneliness swept through her, the mech who had been flirting with her had given her a taste of what she was not getting from Optimus. Another sweep went through her as she thought about how much attention she had been receiving from the mechs and femmes she had met tonight who had thought of her as nothing more than a first time customer. She felt truly accepted for the first time, and that made the loneliness she felt intensify. The tavern door opened as someone else left the brawl. A figure Elita thought she recognized.

No way… She thought, I didn't take him as the type…

The mech turned into an alley, disbelieving she turned to follow him, to confirm or disprove what she thought she had seen. Her steps where swift and silent, and she peeked around the corner, the mech was leaning casually against the wall like she had been outside the bar, but he was in shadows, she couldn't see his face.

It must have been the high grade she'd had in the bar that forced her to walk into view, or maybe it was just another undying need for a thrill. But Elita was too curious to stop herself. Was that really Megatron, leader of the Decepticons?

His optics which had been switched of, on-lined as she approached and the hint of recognition that flashed through them made her regret coming forward. "Hey, I know you…" his voice was slightly slurred, meaning he was only mildly intoxicated, "You're…your name is, Alica-"

"Elita." She corrected, "Elita One"

Megatron stood up straighter with a chuckle that made Elita shiver, "That's right, Prime's girl."

"Prime's girl"? Her thoughts repeated Is that all I am to everyone, just "Prime's girl"?

Megatron stepped away from the wall and began to approach. She backed away instinctively, but this only made him laugh so she advanced to meet him bravely.

They stood only a few feet from each other, the shouting from the bar fight quieted down and music was audible. In the dim illumination from the lights of the ally, Elita got her first good look at Megatron, and he her. They'd never met in person before, and Elita couldn't help but think that when Megatron's face wasn't twisted in anger, like it was in the combat clips she had seen from monitors of battles, the Decepticon lord was quite handsome.

Megatron had a half smirk on his face, "So…What are you doing out here alone?" he asked, but then took a glance around, "Or is Prime with you?"

She should have told him yes, lied, said that Optimus was waiting for her in a shop a few buildings away, but no. She simply shook her head.

Megatron laughed, it sounded friendly which put the leader of the Female Autobots on her guard, but at the same time eased her nerves. Her spark tightened for some reason and she did not make an intake for several seconds, until Megatron stopped laughing, "So you're out here. All alone. With no weapon?" He chuckled.

Elita tensed, "I didn't think it would be necessary to bring one when I snuck out." Too late the pink femme realized her mistake. Megatron was already laughing again.

"And no one knows you're out here!" he laughed, "You like it dangerous don't you? Just about anyone could take you right off the streets and you would never see you dear Prime again!"

She didn't like what he was implying and decided that now would be a good time to leave, while he was busy making fun of her. She turned around and walked about five steps before Megatron suddenly called out her name, and she foolishly turned around.

He held out a hand and from a hidden compartment a dagger appeared in his fingers. The dagger flew gently towards her and she caught it with no small amount of confusion. She stared at it as Megatron came up to her. "That was my father's dagger," He said, "and I'm going to want it back someday, so take care of it until I come and get it."

She blinked, trying to understand what he meant, then it dawned on her, "No," she said handing it back to him, "I can't take this."

"You need a weapon." Megatron told her with a slight growl, "Especially in this town. If it makes you feel better you can give me something in return."

She pushed the dagger closer to him, "I don't have anything to give." She insisted.

"Sure you do." The Decepticon replied not taking his father's knife.

"And what do you think that is?" she said trying to think of something herself, but coming up empty handed.

"A kiss."

The look on her face made him laugh again, a good-sparked laugh that made him seem like a friendly giant rather than a violent tyrant. "What's wrong? It's just a kiss." He asked.

Elita shook herself out of her shock, "N-nothing." She answered and leaned on the tips of her pedes to reach his face so she could plant her lips on his for a brief moment. Unfortunately as she turned away again, dagger in hand, this wasn't what Megatron had in mind at all. His black hands grabbed her shoulders and forced her to turn around. He leaned down pushing his mouth on top of hers before she could even squeak a protest.

He kissed her…and kissed her.

Elita's optics widened in shock at how pleasant it was. She'd never experienced such a kiss. Her knees trembled and threatened to drop out from under her. Megatron wiggled his glossa into her mouth and explored it, painstakingly slow and darkly amused at her reaction. He moved back out, stroking her face gently with a black finger and kissed her again, a quick kiss this time that made her mouth lonely when he left.

He stood back, "Yes," he said licking his lips and savoring her taste, "That'll do plenty."

The dagger dropped to the ground as Elita stood dumbfounded putting her fingers to her lips which now felt swollen and assaulted. Megatron chuckled at her and picked up his knife placing it in her hands again. Fire erupted within Elita that burned in her core, and an ice cold loneliness filled her spark.

Optimus never kissed her like that. He never kissed her…

Megatron waved a hand in front of her face. "Cybertron to Elita One! This is the real world calling!" he snapped his fingers trying to get her attention, a sad whimper escaped her vocals and she leaned into him suddenly burying her face in his chest. "Wh-what's wrong? Hey!"

Elita began muttering about being lonely, never getting such attention, always being left to watch and never getting to help. Megatron blinked, not at all sure what was happening, but slowly put his arms around the slender femme and drawing her closer to him, trying to be comforting.

She trembled in his arms for a few minutes before pushing herself away, quietly apologizing for her behavior, Megatron cocked his head, then took her face in his hands and kissed her again. Elita made no protest, and enjoyed the long kiss he gave her, craving it to never end. But then he drew away and patted her shoulder, he moved past, ready to leave.

No. He couldn't leave. She didn't want him to. I need you, she thought.

"Megatron!" she shouted. He turned around, and waited for her to spill out what she wanted, she stood there dumbly for a moment trying to come up with a reason to make him stay.

The dagger!

She waved it in the air for a moment, "You said you wanted a kiss for this!" she declared, "And you took three!"

Megatron smirked as he headed back towards her, "Are you saying you feel like you got the short end of the deal?" he asked grabbing her chin and pulling her face upward not too harshly.

His optics sparkled with hunger as she looked into them. But not a hunger she was accustom to, power was not what he craved. It was her. The overlord gazed at the femme like she was a meal.

"Yes." She insisted boldly, unafraid of his hunger.

Megatron chuckled and with his free hand tapped the insignia on his chest "Decepticon." He stated nonchalantly, "What are you going to do about it?"

She didn't hesitate, and was on her toes, lips against his, glossa slipping into his mouth, the moment he finished speaking.

Elita had stood dumbly during their first kisses, now she fought his glossa with hers. Unfamiliar sensations tickled her body everywhere, she wanted to get closer, but Megatron broke away for a moment. "You… have no… idea… what you just started." he panted chuckling; grabbing her shoulders with a wickedly playful smirk "I hope you know I won't be gentle."

She was about to question what he meant by 'gentle' when he kissed her again, harder than ever before, and stared to push her backward, surprised by his ferocity she dropped the dagger again and it fell to the ground with a clatter. To keep from falling she backed up, keeping perfect synchronization with his steps until her back hit the wall. Still he pushed her, his glossa probing deeper and deeper into her mouth.

His hands slipped down from her shoulders, caressing their way down to her hips where he paused a moment. His lips left her mouth and moved to her neck. The contact fired up a sensation within her that made her cry out in both surprise and pleasure. His hand stroked one of her legs, and then gently lifted it to his hips. She caught the hint and wrapped her legs and arms around him.

Casual lust and desperate desire fueled them, and in the darkness of the alley, anyone passing would have taken no more notice of the two opposing leaders then they would have a whore and a pimp.

A mechanical sound was heard between them at crotch level, as Megatron opened his codpiece.

"Whoa…" Elita groaned as Megatron continued to run kisses up and down her body, "…Wh-what're you doing…?"

"Something wrong?" Megatron asked, then his optics lit up with realization "Is…is this your first time?"

"For what?" She replied with clueless expression.

Megatron grunted, "That answers that question." He mumbled, "I'm sorry, I didn't realize…we can stop here if you-"

"No!" Elita begged, "Don't stop! Please!"

"As you wish my dear." His hands went between her legs, surprised she yelped and tried to close them.

"Stop that!" Megatron demanded with a lustful snarl.

"I… I can't…" She whimpered.

"Then we won't." He growled starting to push her away. She pulled closer again, begging him no; she wanted it, "Then…Allow me to…" The silver Decepticon made a noise that was a mix between a purr and a growl.

He went back to work at whatever it was he was doing between her legs and Elita could only squeak out awkward giggles at how silly this felt. Then, at last, a mechanical sound similar to the one from earlier was heard as her port opened.

"Now…Just relax…" The Decepticon leader cooed.

"…Yes…yes…" The femme purred. "Relax…Oh, Megatron…" she nipped at his neck as he approached for another kiss.

"Say it again," he demanded.

"What?" she asked.

"My name." he growled, "Say it…Scream it. I like that."

Megatron was becoming a beast, his words coming out in snarls and barks. Elita didn't know why, but she liked it. The pink Autobot felt like she was taming a monster like this. "Megatron…Megatron." Something was shoved inside her, a cable of some kind, "Whoa! Me-Megat-tron! Mega…Megatron!

Electricity sparked between them at their pelvis' and energy passed back and forth in waves as Megatron rocked forward, both pushing himself further in and shoving her harder into the wall, and though there was no gap between them, and Elita felt like she was going to be crushed between Megatron and the wall, all she wanted was to get closer.

She cried out, scratching at his back it pleasure, begging…screaming for more. Armor around their chests slid away revealing their sparks. Elita blinked in confusion of what this meant when Megatron rocked into her once again, and it came to her.

A spark bond.

The most pleasurable thing in all of Cybertronian courtship. But also the most dangerous, for it connected you eternally to the one you bonded with. She was about to protest when she noted a barrier around Megatron's spark. She relaxed, that shield would prevent an actual bond, but not deny them the pleasure, apparently the silver Decepticon had planned to get a femme to make love with this night, but having his rival's consort had been a pleasant surprise.

For both of them.

Megatron pushed his chest forward and with a bright flash of electricity, their sparks met. Seconds faded into eternity and for most of that eternity, the femme didn't know who Megatron and Elita One were. They were names, who would part, and probably never meet again. The mech and femme sharing this pleasure were nameless and would clasp each other forever.

But forever wasn't long enough.

Sooner then she would have liked, the femme was Elita One again, and the mech she was holding was Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. The silver robot cradled her close, possessively, wanting to never let her go, and never let anyone else touch, or even look at her. In his post sexual heat, all he could think was that for now, she was his and his alone.

And part of Elita wanted it to stay like that. She blinked a couple of times, sometime during their ecstasy they had slid to the ground; the paved street was wet with lubricant, and the air smelled like burning metal. She felt different suddenly, though the barrier had averted a bond from forming, she couldn't help but feel a piece of Megatron had been left within her.

"That…was amazing." It was all she could think to say.

"Indeed my dear." He purred. That was the second time he had called her that. Was he trying to be a gentleman? He stretched and put his arms around her shoulder, "How long were you planning on staying out?" he asked.

"All night." She answered turning to kiss him.

Megatron returned the kiss in earnest, but pulled back again, "Then you should go, I don't know where you came from, but it's a sure thing that you won't make it back before morning if you don't leave now."

She jolted upright. How much time had passed!? She checked her internal clock and panicked at the time. "I have to go!"

"Wait." Megatron said standing up and tossing her something, "You still need a weapon."

It was his dagger, she'd dropped it earlier. The femme nodded and slipped it into her own weapon storage, "Thank you!" she said and rushed down the alley, finding that closer to morning the streets were more crowded.

"Take care of it!" Megatron shouted behind her, "I'm going to come back for it!"

She didn't hear him as she transformed and drove off.

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Elita One had just returned to the base, and slipped into her private quarters when morning dawned. She had time to wash herself clean of the smell of lubricant, and flop into her recharge berth for a while.

She dreamed of Megatron.

Her rest was brief, and at the usual time Alpha Trion came to wake her, "The Arc will be leaving soon. You should say good bye."

"Right…" She answered exhaustedly.

She stretched her aching body, and realized something. She still felt like Megatron was with her. She grew worried that perhaps others would feel the presence of Megatron in her, but as she wandered the base nobody treated her any different. Was she just imagining it?

Elita was beginning to relax and feel good when she turned a corner and bumped into Optimus.

"Oh! Whoops, I'm so sorry." Optimus said.

Elita looked him in the optics and was about to say it was alright, she was at fault when a flash of Megatron, and their night of passion flashed through her optics and for the first time she realized what a horrible thing she had done. She couldn't look at Optimus, a shot of guilt sliced through her.

How could she do such a thing!? Make love with his worst enemy? She felt ashamed and simply said "It's alright" before taking off.

At the launch site guilt and shame ripped her apart when even as she shouted her good byes she felt Megatron. Then the explosions started. She couldn't take it anymore, she ran up to him "Optimus! Wait, I want to go with you!" The femme begged.

I have to tell him everything.

"No, Elita!" he exclaimed, "It's too dangerous!"

She was about to protest when another explosion rocked the ground and she fell backward. Chromia caught her, and pulled her away, when the smoke cleared Elita saw that Optimus had gotten on the Arc, and the Decepticon ship the Nemesis had already launched. The Arc followed.

As the two vessels raced towards the edge of the universe Elita's spark followed them. But whether it followed Optimus and the Arc or Megatron and the Nemesis, the pink Autobot could not tell.

TBC

I decided I kinda want this one to be a multi-chapter because of what else happens in "Cage". Keep reading and please don't kill or flame me! And the barrier mentioned earlier works like a condom, I read something like it in another fic, but I can't remember the title or Author of it.