Megatron's Vehicon

Once Again.

B6 had on-lined his visor, he could barely move his spark was still shaken. He resisted the urge to go back into recharge as he remembered last lunar cycle and knew he should do something to get his processors off everything that occurred.

B6 decided to just do some data pad work in his own berth room, until a light knock on the door was heard,

"Yes?" he asked tiredly,

"B6!?" a Vehicon asked rushing in, "Y-you're online?" the mech asked hopefully, relief settling as he saw the Mech on his metal slab called a berth.

"Yes, I'm online." B6 spoke nervously as the Mech he could not identify with a designation rushed into his room.

"I heard you were... Did he...." the mech asked shuffling on his pedes.

"He, he did..." B6 replied honestly.

Are you hurt?"

"Well, yes." B6 sighed, speaking more about his emotion rather than physically.

"I'm sorry, I tried taking your place I-"

"Hey, don't worry, it wasn't that bad." the other mech looked in shock.

"Not that bad? What did he do. Highly doubtful he got some high grade, and seduced." The Trooper remarked.

"Well no. But he wasn't cruel about it or anything. He sensed my unease and simply made me please him." The two Mechs just stayed in an uneasy silent, B6 was awaiting an answer, his joints locking up in anticipation.

"B6," the Vehicon said somberly, "Don't get used to it. This is a dangerous path your taking already, I don't want to see you used for such.... Distasteful activities." he continued,

"I'm fine. It won't happen again." B6 stated, he didn't know this for certain, but it seemed to calm the nerves of his guest.

"Good. I'll let you rest up, you probably need it." he said walking away and out the door. B6 sighed and began tapping away at his data pad.

A few solar cycles go by Megatron coms in to B6,

"B693." Megatron said in a bored tone.

"Yes lord Megatron?" B6 replied, dreading for the answer to be,

"Your to come to my quarters this lunar cycle."

"Of course Lord Megatron." B6 got off the com link and sighed, he promised his comrade, but how could he refuse his master?

He looked back down to his digits, he remembered the tingle that Megatrons small overlord had left in them. He already knew he wanted to feel that sense of satisfaction again. When he was under Megtaron he felt hopeless, yet when Megtaron had allowed him to do as he pleased, he felt confident and content. He knew he shouldn't but...

B6 awoke and made sure nobody was around, he snuck through the halls into Megatron's quarters. He wished for his fate to be a little more concealed this time.

"Evening B693." Megatron said with a sadistic grin,

"E-evening, Lord Megatron." B6 spoke with an almost salute.

"Come here." B6 nodded and walked up to him, "I must be able to tell the difference between you and your comrades, turn around." B6 did so and his back was facing the lord, next thing he knew he was in pain as his lord has dug his claw like digits into his shoulder plate.

It stung like a scraplet attack, but when he inspected the wound he saw it was a mark of sorts. He almost smiled. Megatron saw him as something more to be marked with more than just the symbol he wore on his chest.

"There." Megatron said triumphantly. He then leaned down and spoke into B6's audio receptor. "Now, I suggest we use the berth this time."

And B6 complied, the Warlord sat the two of them down on the berth and quickly opened his spark up to this trooper. And B6 began the smooth tracing of the rough barrier. He almost immideitly heard Megatron hum in satisfaction.

Many question flowed through his mind as he mindlessly traced the barrier with his sharpened digits. He slowly looked up to his Master that had a look of peace. He debated interuppting, but he did.

"M'lord." B6 asked, barely speaking out the request for attention. Megatron cracked open an optic, her unamused.

"What?" He asked annoyed. B6 stumbled over his words but forced it out.

"Why do you ask this of me?" He asked. Megatrons optic ridges rose.

"Well you're the only Vehicon that seemingly knows how to give a Mech pleasure. Even pleasure he would not know he likes." Megatron smirked. By internally frowned, he was more than a succubot. And that was not the answer he wanted.

"I meant why do you use my comrades for... this" he asks gesturing to the job he was still continuing. However Megatrons clawed hands grabbed the Vehicon and pulled him close.

"Because what is a Mech to do when he breaks everything he touches. May as well break what is replaceable." He whispered.

He knew that was a sore spot for all his troopers. They liked to think of themselves as individuals. But they were simply clones, and Megatron knew this. It was his way of putting B6 in his place. And it worked.

B6 stopped asking questions and continued tracing the Purple glow. Megatron had slight regret in his words, it made B6 much less active with the tracing and his overwhelming aura made himself depressed as well. So with a quick shift of Chasis he sent B6 away, the ordeal no longer pleasurable.

B6 stood outside the large door, he was quiet shocked when he was shooed out of the room, but he figured his questions had upset Megatron and so he returned to his own berth.

As he made his way down a sauntering Seeker noticed the lone trooper and gave him a skeptical glare.