Title: Gone Fishing

Audience: Seduction, awkward social issues, weird power issues, dubcon?

Rating: R

Continuity: IDW

Characters: Nautilator/D.J.D.

Disclaimer: The theatre doesn't own the script or actors, nor does it make a profit from the play.

Motivation (Prompt): In the More Than Meets The Eye comic, there exists a Seacon with the voice of Megatron, and a group of sadistic murderers who idolize all things Megatron. Naturally, they have to cross paths. Prompts written for Candy From Strangers have finally been separated out here.

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Decepticon Justice Division - "roleplay Megatron"

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They first encountered him on a backwater station used for stocking ships. It was located approximately in the middle of nowhere and held nothing important whatsoever, but that didn't put it outside the reach of the Justice Division. Some fool of a Decepticon had been skimming fuel-grade energon off the station's vast refuel tanks to sell to Neutrals, and that just wouldn't do. Those resources belonged to the Empire and only the Empire. Stealing from the Empire was punishable as treason.

The D.J.D. had been more than happy to show this enterprising mech the error of his ways. That had resulted in the entire station getting a terrifying show as the unit demonstrated Decepticon justice for everyone to see. Wary, frightened stares followed them long after the last scream gurgled from the dying traitor.

That's how it always was, however, so Helex and Tesarus weren't put off by the watching optics as they strolled across the open corridor between the docking arms. On either side of the huge room, ships connected to the station via docking arms that disgorged a constant stream of crew and station personnel coming and going. Vos remained onboard the Peaceful Tyranny, supervising refueling. Tarn and Kaon were on the other end of the station casually terrifying the station's command staff with their own combination of fluid-spatters and sheer looming presence. Simply showing up and talking about the Justice Division's very important work hunting down the List served as an alarmingly conversational reminder as to why loyalty to the Cause was the best option. That left the D.J.D.'s two titans to wander about as big visual signs of Decepticon justice. Walking advertisements for terror: sign up for dismemberment here!

They hadn't bothered wiping away the spatters of vital fluids covering them. Those who looked closely could see the unfortunate traitor's colors still swirling through Helex's smelter. It'd been a good day.

It got better.

"Not a bad thing, but not the best. We've got to replace that circuit before we try using the console in pitched battle, that's all I'm saying." A small group of genericons walked out of the docking arm up ahead, obviously too newly arrived to be forewarned of the station's deadly celebrities. The two D.J.D. members got a couple double-takes, but most of the Decepticons in the group were too busy discussion what sounded like repairs. "I'm telling you, it'll give out when we least expect it."

Shock had Tesarus and Helex frozen in their tracks, making their already gory appearance positively bizarre. Tesarus' mouth had dropped open slightly. A couple more Decepticons in the group noticed, but then the whole bunch turned to stride toward the nearest bar. Free time was far more important than two giant mechs who looked like they'd come straight out of a nightmare.

"Hail Megatron," Helex croaked at their backs.

"Hail Megatron," the crew said absently, barely pausing the conversation.

That…that voice. "Did you hear that?" Tesarus managed when he found his lost jaw. "Did you hear that?!"

Helex's head bobbed and weaved as he tried to pinpoint one mech in the crowd. The two D.J.D. members abruptly walked faster, but even the path immediately clearing in front of them couldn't catch them up with the knot of mechs that had…disappeared. Fraggit. "Which one was it? Who? We've got to call Kaon. Kaon can find who it is." They stopped in an intersection, circling back-to-back as they looked over the bustling station. Every genericon soldier blended in the next, and there hadn't been a single officer in the bunch to make them stand out in any way. The only distinct feature had been that voice. "He sounded…"

"I know." Tesarus licked his lower lip. "I know."

But they didn't find him. They tried, but Snap Trap's crew had left the station again before Kaon could track down rumors of a mech with the voice of Megatron. In the course of the tracking, however, he turned up several conversations pulled from security records. The mech - Nautilator, the files said - was the one on Comm. duty when Snap Trap's ship uncoupled from the docking arm. There was a slight error in the process, resulting in extended communication between Nautilator and the station's on-duty repairmech for that arm.

The D.J.D. members gathered around the Peaceful Tyranny's own Comm. console to listen to the recorded conversation.

"Pull back."

"No, no, don't. Be careful, that connection's a bit iffy."

"Gently, gently…"

"Slide it in. Yeah. Just like that."

"Can I bang this?"

"Bang away. Do it harder if you have to."

"Huh. Never had to do it this way before."

"Really? You need to get out more. I can't tell you how many mechs I've had to talk through this."

"Maybe that's why everything's so loose down here."

"It'd be tighter if you were half as good as advertised."

"Excu~use me for being in a bit of a hurry."

"Quit complaining and work harder, then."

"Frag, you're pushy. Hey, anyone every tell you - "

"Yes."

"Oh. Okay. It's just a little funny how you sound like - "

"Get back to work!"

"Gah!"

By about the middle of the conversation, the entire unit's fans were whirring away loud enough to sound like a windstorm. Tarn's optics were unfocused and slightly glazed as they gazed upon absolutely nothing. Helex had all four hands braced on the console and his knees turned in, chewing on his bottom lip. Tesarus' torso-tunnel was making sporadic, quiet churring sounds as his grinder tried to rev despite being locked down. Kaon was sitting in the Comm. console's seat, hands in his lap as he gave up any pretense of self-control and started stroking his own seams. Vos interrupted him by turning the seat and dropping to his knees between the other mech's legs to take over.

All five mechs jerked and made small, soft noises when Nautilator snapped at the whining repairmech. Because dear holy Primus, that was Lord Megatron speaking, they could swear it.

"I'll be in my quarters," Tarn said hoarsely, making a totally graceless exit. Kaon doubled over Vos' helm, hands clawing at the other mech's shoulders as he whimpered acknowledgement. One of Helex's hands had left the console, and Tesarus was quick to follow Vos' stellar example. Ever helpful to fellow unitmates were the D.J.D.

They each saved their favorite samples of Nautilator's voice for, ahem, personal use. Lord Megatron's voice was available everywhere in speeches and such, but there was something wildly arousing about hearing their Lord's voice engaged in mundane tasks. It was just...inexplicably hot. Lord Megatron was untouchable, an idol speaking on a pedestal of politics and idealism, but Nautilator made the commander of the Decepticons somehow approachable in a way the D.J.D. barely dared think about in their deepest, most secret fantasies.

They never actually talked about what they were doing, but the Peaceful Tyranny sort of meandered in the direction of Snap Trap's next port of call. Because of reasons. List-type reasons. Honest!

So the second time they encountered Nautilator was at the main fortress at Skriltr, but not right away. Snap Trap's ship remained in orbit for quite a while. While waiting (without ever saying what they were waiting for), the Justice Division pretended to be inspecting the troops in the fortress for loyalty. It made the whole garrison nervous. The command staff tripped over themselves to prove themselves loyal to the Decepticon Cause. The grunts just kept running for cover.

It served as illustration of how normal Decepticons reacted to five extremely notorious torturers plonked in their midst. Seducing Nautilator would require something more delicate than simply walking over and demanding, "Berth. Now."

Or so they figured out when that most definitely didn't work. "It seemed like a good idea," Tesarus said weakly after Nautilator shrieked in fear and bolted straight back to his ship.

Snap Trap called the Peaceful Tyranny with a carefully phrased demand for an updated posting of the List. Apparently, getting ordered to the berth had freaked the bolts off their target. The D.J.D. was skilled in ways to be murdering sadists; not so much in ways to be seductive.

It turned into a strange kind of List hunt, only the mech they were after hadn't done anything wrong. That meant they couldn't just demand Snap Trap turn his subordinate over to them. Well, they probably could, but they were trying not to scare Nautilator. Also, Tarn did insist they exercise some discretion chasing after him. The rest of the Decepticons didn't need to know that the Justice Division dribbled on themselves whenever some no-name Seacon spoke.

Attempting to keep their fascination and lust at bay made life aboard the Peaceful Tyranny a hotpot of repressed need, and the command staff at Skriltr suffered a mysterious rash of demotions and transfers as the D.J.D. became notably more foul-tempered the longer this hunt stretched on. Nobody knew what had the unit glowering at one and all, but getting away before being targeted for sudden death seemed like a great idea.

Nautilator evaded them for a week more before Helex cornered him in the fortress. "Would you like to join us for some recreational activities?" got a stammered excuse and another view of the mech's heels as he fled.

Snap Trap queried them again on any unposted updates to the List. Were they sure? Because he'd been hearing some weird rumors. Something about a certain member of his crew and some oddly phrased invitations.

So much for discretion. "No updates," Tarn growled, glaring at the wall as he spoke to the other captain. "Some of my mechs are - interested. In one of your crew."

There was a long pause on the other side of the connection. Then a weary sigh. "...it's the voice, isn't it. It's always the voice." Snap Trap's voice dropped to a resigned mutter. "They always want him for the voice."

The leader of the D.J.D. tried very hard not to sound as frustrated as he felt by that short insight into Nautilator's past affairs. It sounded as if his unit had competition. That would not do. "It is an intriguing quirk, you must admit," he said, attempting for an overtone of light amusement and instead pulling off intent to kill.

"Uh." Snap Trap obviously didn't quite know how to respond to that. That was his dumb gestaltmate and crewmember Tarn was asking his opinion on, and he didn't know what in Primus' name the evil slagger wanted to hear. "I suppose. If you, er, go for that." Tarn's engine roared, and the other Decepticon realized just how offensive that could be if a mech was already looking for a chance to beat someone into scrap metal. "Not that it's strange! At all! I'm not judging! Ah-ha-hahah, rusty nuts, communication difficulties, I'll call you right back."

The connection closed. Snap Trap did not call back. Two hours later, in fact, his ship lifted off from Skriltr and ducked back into orbit to hide among the larger warships. Tarn direly suspected that technical difficulties would continue to plague the ship if he tried to call.

Therefore, he didn't. He sent Vos, instead.

It wasn't romantic, but the third time the D.J.D. encountered Nautilator was aboard the D.J.D.'s own ship. Kidnapping didn't fall under 'discreet' or 'not scary,' but it did get categorized under 'efficient,' and by now they were frustrated enough to go for that option. Nautilator ended up onboard the Peaceful Tyranny, at least. Unconscious, so there was a high probability he wouldn't remember the screaming terror of being ambushed and dragged off Snap Trap's ship by a slender mech who likely skulked in traitors' nightmares. Tarn had requested Vos knock the Seacon out as soon as possible to reduce the amount of trauma. Reducing the trauma was a good thing, Tarn had decided. Maybe. Unless they didn't get what they wanted.

Wait, no. Nautilator was a loyal Decepticon. No killing loyal Decepticons. That would run counter to the Cause.

Besides, loyalty was hot. A loyal Decepticon with Lord Megatron's voice? Helex would have trouble topping that, internal smelter or not. Vos had come back from stalking their target practically trembling with charge. They didn't ask him how long he'd had to keep himself concealed until Nautilator was alone enough for an ambush. Kaon just took the gunformer aside to, ah, ease the pain a bit before the poor mech exploded.

"Now what?" Helex asked, looking down at the quietly recharging Seacon laid out on Tarn's berth.

Why Tarn's berth? Because rank hath its privileges, that's why.

...although that was a good question. Rank had put Nautilator in Tarn's berth, but there was no guarantee the mech would stay there a moment past waking. Um. This could become incredibly awkward for everyone involved. It wasn't like they were going to pin him down and force him, especially not since what they really wanted was to hear him talk. Not yell or whimper. Talk. They had a list of things they wanted him to say, recording equipment at the ready, and Tarn had no idea how to convince Nautilator to cooperate with their - their fetish.

The unconscious Decepticon shifted on the berth, murmuring a quiet nothing before subsiding. Everyone's attention snapped to the berth.

Vos sucked in a deep vent and overloaded, shuddering violently in Kaon's hands. The blind mech's brow furrowed. He'd barely touched his fellow Justice Division member. The power of Lord Megatron's voice was immense during a speech. Softly spoken words sweetly said in the berth would to reduce them to wobbly-kneed weaklings.

Primus, they needed this mech. Right now.

"I don't suppose…Tarn, perhaps you could...do that voice thing? Try, at least?" asked the blind mech cautiously.

His leader looked at him, then away. Tarn's could talk a spark into giving up. He could tear a spark to pieces using only sharp words. Coaxing anything else out of a spark was somewhat - tricky. Difficult. The tonal differences between pleasure and pain were miniscule. Even a speck of dust moving into his vocalizer when attempting it had plummeted his test subjects from wanton moaning into screaming agony.

Helex and Vos still changed the subject hurriedly whenever attempting that experiment came up again. None of them were shy (or vanilla, for that matter) in the berth, but there was shy and then there was stupid. They were sadists, not masochists.

Bad personal experiences or not, they were all looking to Tarn in hope now.

"I suppose," he agreed reluctantly.

What he would never admit to was how the idea of failure had the normally fearless tank clearing his throat and resetting his vocalizer nervously. Causing someone pain would have been an acceptable risk, but if Nautilator screamed, he'd scream in Lord Megatron's voice. Imagining that already had Tarn hiding apprehension. If he lost control, that would be precisely what would happen. If it did work, however, Tarn would have to retain perfect control through Lord Megatron groaning in utmost, spark-deep pleasure.

Oh, wow.

Oh, no.

This could only end badly.

Especially since Nautilator had woken up at some point to stare blankly up at the conversation happening over his head. Oops.

"Hi," Tesarus said, tentatively waving one hand. A machine arm's hand. He caught himself a second later and snatched all four of his hands to hide behind his back. "Recharge well?"

Nautilator continued to stare. Here he saw the wild D.J.D. in their natural habitat, standing awkwardly around someone's personal quarters ogling their prey. Who was on someone's berth. Why was he on the berth? Only the D.J.D. knew. Except that they'd been talking about doing something with a voice, which Nautilator immediately connected to his own vocal talent, a.k.a. curse.

"You're not on the List," Tarn said quickly, just a bit hunted.

"...thanks. I think." One of Nautilator's optics twitched. Yeah, that was better. Or worse. Because it still didn't explain why he was on a berth surrounded by the D.J.D.

This was either the start of a very bad porno, or a very good horror vid.

Cue the silence as the Justice Division stood there waiting for him to do something. Nautilator stared right back at them, because like he knew what to do?

"May I overload you?" Kaon blurted.

Nautilator's vocalizer made a fizzling noise. That was certainly one way to break the ice.

Small crackles of electricity zapped up tall shoulder coils, betraying just how eager Kaon was to follow through on his question. The other Decepticons slowly turned to gape at him. Even blind, he could feel that. "What?" He folded his arms and smirked. "You're just jealous you didn't ask first."

There were a few grumbles. They sounded like variations on, "Yeah, kinda."

Nautilator blinked rapidly. Despite himself, he relaxed a little as his mind caught up with the surprise. Okay. The bad porno it was. Had he taken a hit to the head? Fueled with some bad energon? Did the D.J.D. do practical jokes? Because this was a doozy. He let out a weak laugh. "Ha. Haha, right."

A moment later, the fact that there was enough charge in the room to light up air molecules registered with him. That dropped in the small Decepticon's head like a clue falling into place, or a boulder flattening an Insecticon. "...right."

There was a possibility that this situation could have been handled worse, but it was very small. "May I?" Kaon asked again, fingers flexing.

A smart mech didn't refuse the D.J.D. what they wanted. "Am I going to die?" Nautilator asked somewhat plaintively. "I don't know what I did, but - "

"You didn't do anything!" Kaon rushed to reassure him, edging closer. It'd have been subtle if his shoulders weren't loudly snap-crackle-popping. "We, ah. We like your voice." A lot. The blind mech wanted to jump him right this second, he liked that voice so much.

"You won't be harmed," Helex promised gravely. He inched closer, too, all four hands held in front of himself as if to hide the bubbling metal in his midriff. For once, he was really hoping his smelter would be overlooked. "To be honest, we'd just like to hear you talk."

Nautilator stared. He transferred his incredulous look from one scary mech to another, almost gaping, but nothing he saw translated as a threat. Vos looked like he'd just overloaded. Tarn avoided his optics by studiously reading something he'd picked up off a table. Helex looked like he wanted to pounce the small Decepticon. Kaon actually shivered with excess, very visible charge. Tesarus rocked back and forth on his heels, fidgeting and smiling hopefully down at the small Seacon on the berth.

"I believe you'll rather enjoy cooperating," Tarn said slowly. He paused when Vos and Helex both gave him odd looks and Nautilator sat up hurriedly. "...erm. That was not meant as a threat, despite what it may have sounded like. I, ahem." He cleared his throat and stiffly said, "I apologize. That came out wrong."

Right. Talking to non-List Decepticons was more difficult than it seemed. All that finicky social interaction.

The Justice Division wanted to interface with him and listen to him talk. This was not how he'd expected to spend his day. "I have a shift in two joors," Nautilator said, but it sounded like the feeble protest it was. What was a mech to do? At some point, curiosity overwhelmed fear in a situation like this.

"You'll be returned in time," Tarn assured him after an assessing look at the rest of the crew. "Do not worry. I will - explain your absence to your captain."

That wasn't going to be a strange conversation at all. No, really. Snap Trap was going to get threatened to hold his fragging vocalizer on pain of lots of pain. Lots and lots of pain. For Tarn, that was a far more normal conversation to have than all this nice, polite, small talk. Subtle threats and political maneuvering he could do, but he was out of his depth dealing out reassurance and explanations.

Nautilator looked around at the five watching faces and seven pairs of eagerly waiting hands. "Um. Alright. I guess you can, um, overload me. What do you want me to - ? Eep!"

The squeak of alarm came because Kaon had almost teleported himself onto the berth with him. "You don't have to do anything," the blind mech said, thin voice gone breathless as he crawled behind the confused Seacon. "Can you repeat that?"

That got a quizzical look that slid into understanding as comprehension bloomed. Right, the Decepticon Justice Division, known the whole faction over as fanatic believers in the Cause. That probably had a lot of overlap for hero worship toward the leader of the Cause. Nautilator could sort of see how they might like his voice in, uh, that way.

Maaaaybe he could play around with this a bit. If he had the guts for it. Exactly how big a diameter were his bearings?

He took a deep invent and let his vocalizer purr down into that rich, rasping pitch he actively tried to avoid most of the time. "You may overload me."

The entire unit shuddered in unison. Someone gasped. Someone else moaned. Tarn had to catch himself on the table's edge as his knees buckled.

Kaon's shoulder coils flashed brilliant white, and he drew back in embarrassment. "S-sorry. I didn't - I usually don't - I'll keep going, don't worry. I can last longer, I swear!"

Nautilator turned his head to blink at the mech as the verbal stumbling continued. Holy slag. Had he just overloaded one of the most dangerous killers in the Empire because he'd said..?

Yes. Yes, he had.

Oh.

Talk about a heady sense of power.

"Continue," Nautilator ordered, suddenly riding a dizzy power-high. "Overload me, now!"

Kaon sucked in a shocked in-vent and scrambled to sit behind him, legs spread to cradle him between them. "Yes, Lord!" He caught himself a second after it slipped out, stunned for another reason altogether. His unitmates looked like they'd been sucker-punched. "Wuh - I-I - you're not - "

"Nope," the mech in his hands said, optics nervous but still speaking in that familiar, worshiped voice. "But I don't mind. It's not the first time I've played that role in the berth. If that's okay?" His voice rose half an octave as he thought about what he'd just said and realized it could really be taken wrong by this particular group. "Whoa, hey, not that I'd impersonate Lord Megatron! I didn't mean it like that!"

"We didn't assume so," Helex interrupted any further breakage of the fantasy they'd just tripped head-first into. Primus yes, order them around for his pleasure, sir yes sir! Optics dimming, the huge walking smelter knelt in front of the berth and held out his hands. "May I, Lord Megatron?"

...frag, just what had he gotten himself into? Nautilator had done quite a few roleplays in the berth with Decepticons who enjoyed powerplay before. He'd never been addressed in that tone of voice before. The massive mech sounded like every dream he had balanced on the answer to his question, and his vents blew air hot enough to be felt from here. From the way the other three mechs had clustered up behind him, avidly watching, Nautilator was fulfilling a fetish well beyond mere powerplay.

"My name is Kaon," the mech behind him whispered, thin voice trembling.

"Helex."

"Tarn."

"Tesarus!"

"Vos."

Nautilator blinked. He swallowed. Then he dropped his vocalizer back down and repeated their names. "Kaon. Helex. Tarn. Tesarus. Vos. My loyal Decepticons. Serve me with every cable in your bodies, every last drop of innermost energon, and I will reward you for your service to the Decepticon Empire - and to me."

It was the opening lines of the Decepticon oath broadcast when the brand was taken. It sent the D.J.D. to their collective knees, optics off and completely floored. Old, familiar words spoken directly to them, to them, by name, had their sparks quivering and fans spinning on high. This was personalized acknowledgement of their commitment to duty crossed with a scenario that had absolutely nothing to do with duty and everything to do with a sordid 'facing fantasy.

"My Lord," someone all but prayed.

"Kaon," Nautilator growled, trying really hard not to break out in giddy laughter, "you have your orders. Helex, proceed."

Hands abruptly attacked his plating. Only two, but they were everywhere, spreading electric charge over his plating and dipping into every seam to tease and fire him up. "As you command, my Lord," Kaon whispered breathily into his audio. The blind mech massaged as much as he caressed, coaxing Nautilator to lean back against him and loosen his armor to allow further access to joints and seams.

A smaller pair of hands gently seized the Seacon's ankle joints, turning him on the berth until his feet came to rest against glass just warm enough to feel...that felt rather good, in fact. Nautilator had his feet against a notorious torturer's front panel, and he thought the smelter's heat felt good? Okay. This was his life. Helplessly bemused and somewhat amused, he surrendered to the weirdness and let Kaon stroke his altmode's legs to twitching as Helex put all four hands to good use. The titan started a massage that had him groaning even before Kaon reached his helm crests. The electrical surge directed through his crest made him vent deeply, but large hands delved into his pelvic joints, stretching stiff cables that rarely got attention. Meanwhile, Helex's smaller hands started tweaking knee cables.

Kaon rested his forehelm on Nautilator's shoulder, absorbing the involuntary sounds of a mech relaxing from a state of terrified alarm into arousal. It tensed entirely different parts of the body. Helex and Kaon both worked to encourage that new kind of tension. To their joy, Nautilator made plenty of noise expressing how much he enjoyed the attention.

With their optics off, it sounded exactly like Lord Megatron under their hands. Ohhhh. They could do this all day.

They weren't the only ones in the room, however, and Nautilator, at least, hadn't forgotten the others. "Tesarus." That respected, desired voice had a hint of static in it, now. Kaon pressed against Nautilator's back and mouthed desperately at the side of his neck, trying to burrow closer to that sound. Helex bent forward practically into his lap, hands worshiping his legs and feet. "Take Vos. I wish to see two of my most loyal in pleasure. Show me what you are capable of, were I to take you myself."

"Ohfragohfragoh - yes, Lord!" Vos didn't have a chance to do more than bleat something garbled and shrill before Tesarus tackled him to the floor right then and there. The living grinder kissed down the side of the much smaller gunformer, causing delightful little wriggles. Vos twisted under him, trying to display flexibility and his best features for viewing pleasure. "My Lord, how shall I..?" Instructions, please! Anything to keep that beloved voice talking.

"You may use your hands, but not your mouth," Lord Megatron ordered, and if the entwined pair on the floor only looked from their peripheral vision, all they could see were red optics watching them from over Helex's bowed helm. Backlit by the brilliance of Kaon's shoulder coils, it created an illusion of a mighty leader sitting hidden in dark shadow. "Vos. Struggle. Show me you are physically formidable. Show me that your slight frame is not a liability. Top Tesarus." A rich, rolling chuckle stroked down their backstruts like a master rewarding his pets. "Tesarus. Do not make it easy for him, or I will be disappointed in you."

It wasn't like Tarn needed that table anyway. Or chair. And they'd fix the wall. There wasn't much they could do about accidentally punching Helex in the back a few times, but they'd apologize later. It wasn't as if the walking smelter seemed to notice. He had the side of his helm pushed against one of Nautilator's thighs, optics dimmed as he listened intently to the appreciative sighs and grunts from over his head while all four of his hands worked steadily. They sought out over-taut cables and hot spots alike, and Nautilator obviously approved of his efforts.

That left the leader of the Decepticon Justice Division: Tarn. Tarn, who held onto dignity and self-control with a faltering grip as his crew totally lost themselves to fantasy around him. Unable to stay away, he knelt beside Helex in front of the berth and trembled as he waited his turn.

Nautilator reached out, immersed into his role and awash in pleasure as Kaon relentlessly worked him toward an overload. Fingers glided down the purple mask that marked just how devoted this mech was to Megatron - to his - Cause. "Tarn."

The kneeling mech shut off his optics and tried to regulate his already erratic ventilation system. It kept on trying to shut off, afraid to cover up even the smallest nuance of that voice. He didn't want to miss anything spoken here in his very own quarters. "My...Lord," he managed, sounding choked.

"My most faithful servant," Lord Megatron stated. "Your reward can be best given by your own hands. Here, beside me." A finger hooked around the edge of the mask and tugged, indicating that his lord and master wished him to join Kaon on the berth. "Show me how you are best pleased, and I will witness your pleasure. I will remember it, and in the cold nights when this war seems too endless to endure, I will hold the heat of your devotion to me."

Tarn almost didn't make it onto the berth before he overloaded.

"Again," rumbled through the room, however, and the unit was helpless but to obey.

So one thing led to another, as it usually did, and it turned out that Nautilator was late for his shift. Mostly because after six overloads, reading one of Megatron's books aloud for a spellbound audience, and getting a full-body massage while Kaon held a microphone in his face to catch every soft noise he made - fraggit, he was exhausted. He zonked out in Tarn's berth and woke up to a rapt group of fanbots listening to him breathe.

Creepy? Yes. But that was oddly okay, because the fourth time the D.J.D. encountered the Decepticon who spoke with Megatron's voice, they brought him gifts to make up for it. Also to lure him back for a repeat performance.

This time they didn't even have to kidnap him.

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[ A/N: 'I'll just transfer the ficlets to their own fic for organization,' I said. 'I'll just run through them one last time to catch some errors. Not a lot of editing. It'll be quick.' I actually said that. How sad, that I still think I can restrain myself to quick edits.]