Megatron was laying there on his back, his optics dim, his venting coming in soft, steady waves—a sure sign of his exhaustion. The sheets were a twisted mess around him, the remains of their passionate encounter. The warlord’s muscular frame was still gleaming with energon, the purple liquid staining the blankets and sheets. The room was warm, the air heavy with the mingled scent of lubricants and ozone. He reached out one arm, pulling you against his chest, and you settled against him, your frame humming with contentment.

After a moment, Megatron’s optics flicked over your frame, assessing with a soft rumble of satisfaction. He could see the slight swelling of your midsection, the result of the countless overloads he had given you. His servo moved over it, his touch light and almost reverent.

The next cycle

you woke up from recharge feeling a pain in your lower region…that kept growing each day….you tried to shrug it off as best as you could…but the pain wouldn’t stop…to the point you had to quickly excuse yourself and walk quickly to your and Lord Megatrons shared chambers. The rest of that cycle you were curled up on the large massive berth, vents heavy and sharp with pain…your thoughts were running wild..what if you too did something wrong while interfacing? No-…no-..but-, you quickly stopped yourself as your optics widened in fear and disbelief..what if your pregnant?..no- it can’t be it’s impossible for a Mech to impregnate another Mech..right?…

so…you scanned yourself and to your horror…you were right…the pain and feeling of being stabbed 24/7 was too real to ignore anymore…you were pregnant….but you were afraid…, what would megatron think?..

well when you stumbled out of your shared chambers and to the nemesis bridge…, and all the way to megatron’s platform…you took a deep vent and Signal your lover to get down to yours height…which he did, raising an optic brow as you whispered into his audio receptors…, and oh primus once he stud up abruptly and dropped the datapad he was holding in his large sharp clawed servos. You thought he was pissed…but no he wasn’t..

Megatron stared down into your optics, his expression unreadable at first. The datapad he had been holding clattered to the floor, the sound nearly lost in the background noise of the bridge. His optics searched every inch of your faceplate, as if confirming what he had just heard. Before a rare almost giddy grin formed on his lipplates and without a word he picked you up, holding you like some trophy in the air, which got every drone, Vehicon, and seeker’s attention.

As Megatron held you high in the air, the bridge went abruptly silent. Every drone, every Vehicon, and every seeker turned to stare at the pair of you, their optics wide and their jaws slack. The warlord paid them no attention, his gaze still fixed on you as his smirk broadened into a full-on grin. His servos tightened slightly around your frame, a possessive gesture that was almost tender. He raised his voice, addressing the whole assembly, his tone filled with pride and excitement.

"Listen up, everyone," he called out, his voice resonating through the room. “The first ever sparkling since the war started is coming! And it’s mine!”