I have nothing to say. Oh wait I do. Is Megatron going to sparkbond with you? Hm who knows. Let's find out.
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As you were sure if he was going to do it. Then he would rip your chest open.
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Reader p.o.v

You didn't know what to do. Your body still frozen on the spot. This was your first time seeing somebody else their spark. It was beating in it's most peaceful state. Showing that Megatron was calm. Even in this situation. And your time was running out. If you weren't going to open up your sparkchamber in free will, then he will open it with force. You decided to try and talk. "Don't do this" as your voice was now lower then the last time you spoke. Showing that you were meaning it. It even sounded true. You didn't wanted him near your spark. Perhaps the old one. But him? The present him? The one before you. Absolutely not.

Megatron was not having your small begging. As he waits. Who know how long his patience was. It sure couldn't be long. You struggle against the chains that kept you against the wall. As now the time for someone to come and save you would be great. But, you've just landed on this planet. A new planet. Unknown to you. As only the decepticons knew about your landing. Right? (Nope) but you made a decision. One that was going to hurt. For sure. As you focused on something else in the room. The floor perhaps. Just anything is better then his staring. He got up. As you were considering if you were going to open your sparkchamber in free will. If that would do any good. It won't. It's clear that Megatron wants to sparkbond. With you. Just you. Nobody else. You could hear his spark beat hungrily. As you close your optics when he's back in your personal space. He reaches a hand behind your back as he clips the handcuffs from the pole.

But having one chance to flee from his reach. He was faster. Wrapping his other hand around your waist as he simply took you to the table. Well it was a bed. A Cybertronian bed. They call it a berth. But it looks just like a table. You got thrown onto it. With a hard slam. Your head hits the berth. It took you a second as Megatron was hovered above you. You try to sit up. But he uses one hand to hold both yours down. Which was even easier now since you were still not free. You still couldn't use your hands.

You turn cold all over as his free hand was making it's way to your chest. Touching a chest isn't exactly a thing on Cybertron. Nor does it come off as inmidely perverse. It depends on the person. But right now. You didn't like having his hands anywhere on your plating. But his touch is gentle. As you kept your vision on his claw. Before he slips it to the slide. Where he works his fingers underneath your plating. They crack under the movement he was doing. Not made to have fingers being pushed there. As this showed you that he wasn't bluffing. He was going to rip your chest open. If it meant getting to your spark.

But you just couldn't get yourself to open your chest. No-one was allowed to see your spark. And after what seems to be forever he stops. Your plating now had some open cracks. But by trying to open it by hand didn't do much. As you noticed he didn't wanted to hurt you further. In fact, he hasn't 'hurt' you at all. I mean, you still had all your limbs and you weren't bleeding.

Did he still care for your condition? No that was impossible. He groans in frustration. As he uses one simple swing from his hand to break the cuffs. As that leaves you with a question why he would do that. If I had a prisoner I would never ever unlock their cuffs. But hey, that's just my option. And this is Megatron. A mighty and strong warrior. Compared to yourself you didn't even had weapons. Perhaps that was why he did it. He grabs one wrist easily with one hand of his. As he pulls your arm along. Making you sit up.

As he places your hand on his spark. You curse loudly. "What the-" you growl in a attempt to hide your confusion. In a attempt to hide your confusion and fear. Megatron gasps. As this was a sound you haven't heard before from him. The pulse against your palm felt weird. It didn't hurt. Nor was it a inmidely feeling of trying to pull away. You could swear you felt how his spark had cried for you. Was this true? Megatron could love? Perhaps. He once was so different. You felt your own spark ping. Which was sign of sympathy for his life. You never meant for any of this to happen. How you ruined a friendship. Just because of the existing of jealousy.

I like how he decided to spare our plating from ripping open. Thank you megs.
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