Nature of a Possessive Lover RQ

Title: Nature of a Possessive Lover
Pairing(s): Megatron/Optimus
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Geishaformers, innuendo, slash, TFA
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If there was one thing Optimus didn't like about being the shogun's precious mate, it was the constant feeling of being watched and studied over by every bot in Kaon. Every Orn, and without fail, he could always feel optics on him, whether he was with Megatron or simply by himself. He didn't know what the people thought of him and while his caretakers and the shogun told him not to care about what others thought, he couldn't help it.

He knew he wasn't suitable for the silver mech, but he always tried to behave as proper as possible, never making a mistake, not in public or in private. Optimus always performed to the highest expectation.

Of course, Megatron didn't like it too much because it was wearing out and stressing the younger mech. He made that dislike apparent too.

Just like he was now.

He had the geisha pinned up against the wall by the arms, roughly kissing him with one of his knees in between his thighs, kneading up against his covered groin plating. Optimus moaned and mewled against the harm kiss, the tyrant's glossa thrusting deep into his mouth, practically suffocating him.

Finally, Megatron pulled back from the intense lip lock and stared down at the panting, red-cheeked mech. Optimus trembled as Megatron licked over his plump lips, licking away the oral fluid that had leaked out from their kiss.

He shivered. "Me-Megatron, what–"

"Silence," he growled, though not threateningly. Still, his geisha remained silent and trembled harder as the silver mech's lips latched onto his neck. "How many times have I told you before, Optimus? Do not pay attention to how others view you. I am the only one that should matter."

"But I–"

"I don't remember giving you permission to speak." His servos moved from his arms to his back, stroking up and down the covered frame, making the geisha shiver even harder. "Don't think I've been unaware of what you've been doing… You've been exhausting yourself, trying to please my people's expectations of you. Do you think I enjoy watching you do that?"

Optimus just kept silent as Megatron nipped at his neck cables.

"You… Have you any idea how much I abhor it?" he snarled, his servos pressing more firmly on his back. "You aren't met for their amusement or display… You're not just some geisha who performs for everyone. You're my mate… How many times must I tell you that?!"  

"Me-Megatron, I–"

"What more do I have to do in order to convince you that you are perfect the way you are?!" he snarled. "What must I do, Optimus?!"

He hated it when Optimus would do such things. It made him think that the little geisha didn't understand the depth of his love for him. Not to mention that those around him stared at him like some trophy, a prize they could claim. The fools had no idea how badly he wished to ripped their sparks out and shove them down their worthless throats. They dare thought they could judge and touch the little geisha. The fools they were.

But Optimus was even more of a fool for making them think that way.

"Tell me – why are you always doing this to yourself?!"

"I don't want people thinking bad of you!" he cried, pushing against his broad chassis. "Your people…! They respect you! They admire you and look up to you! I-I-I don't want to destroy your image! I know I'm not suitable, but I try to make up for it! I-I'm doing this for you!"

Megatron blinked and stared down at the mech, his grip loosing significantly. For once in a long time, the shogun was stunned by something the geisha said. He had expected the reason to be more self-centered. He knew Optimus wasn't a selfish mech, but this answer was much different than he had expected. He had nothing to say.

Optimus gently stretched up a servo and stroked his mate's cheek. "People might and will judge you through me. I don't want that… I don't want people thinking wrongly about you just because I may not be the 'perfect mate' for you. I… I wanted to show people that I am good for you… That I'm not some cheap geisha…"

Megatron shook his helm, laughing once. He kissed the servo on his cheek, wrapping his arms tightly around him. "Such a reason… Foolish, but well intentioned."

"What?"

He laughed once, titling his chin up and pecking his sweet lips. "I appreciate the concern you have, but it is unnecessary. If people are to judge me by my choice in mate, then they have no idea what kind of mech I am…  Worthless bastards. You need not to worry about what they think of me or you. They understand nothing."

"But Megatron, I–"

But the tyrant shushed him, shaking his helm. "I do admire you for doing it, little one. Do not misunderstand me there. I am merely stating it isn't required… Also, I want you to stop doing it. I don't like it. Understand?"

He nodded. "I'm sorry… I only wanted to help."

"I know." Megatron picked him up, holding him up so that they were optic level with each other. "Again… I appreciate it. I just don't like it… It's like your flaunting your body at them."

Optimus laughed once, wrapping his arms around him thick neck. "I've come to notice that you're a possessive lover, my Lord."

"Because I am your mate," he growled, carrying him over to the berth. "I should be the only one to touch you and look at you that way… If I could, I'd lock you up away forever. Just so no one could look at you except for me." He licked up his cheek. "How about that, little geisha? Forever trapped in this room? Only being with me? Touched and admired by me? Being brought to overload after overload by only me?"

Optimus blushed brightly, his frame becoming tense and warm, shaking his helm. The shogun chuckled, setting the much smaller mech onto the berth, climbing on top of him and pinning him down. "I see… But perhaps I could make that last part true."

The blushed deepened but the geisha rolled his optics, pulling down the mech into a kiss, which the tyrant easily dominated. This geisha was his and only his. Call it possessiveness, but Megatron could care less.

He loved Optimus and the geisha was his – now and forever.