A complaining grunt escaped Ratchet when Megatron sent him a disapproving look, after observing the polishing job the medic had just finished doing on his claws. "You could've done better," he muttered.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Ratchet snapped sarcastically, rolling his optics as he screwed the lid of the polish on. "I'm not exactly a professional, you know." He huffed. "I've never given someone a manicure before."

Megatron growled. "Clearly." He thrust his servo back in front of Ratchet. "Do it better."

"Your unbearable!" The medic hissed, angrily taking Megatron's servo and continued until they shined, grumbling in agitation. He didn't have the energy to deal with Megatron right now... he was exhausted. The corner he slept in was uncomfortable and cold, and his frame already ached enough from the collar. He'd gotten no recharge the previous night. And to add to it all, his energon level was lacking severely. Megatron was starving him.

When he finished for the second time, Megatron once again looked over his claws, judging the medic's job. He nodded in approval and smiled. "What a good pet you are," he patted Ratchet's cheek and stood.

"Ugh." Ratchet huffed, turning his helm away.

"Now, my precious little toy, I have a war to win. Keep the place tidy. If you even consider taking energon, I'll cut off both servos." Megatron nodded to him and padded over to the door. "I'll be back late." He sent one last warning look at Ratchet. "I expect good behavior from you." Ratchet only sat down in the chair and stared at him, sighing. Degrading, much. Without another word, Megatron left the room, door hissing shut at his heels.

"Uunngghkk..." Ratchet groaned and slumped in the chair the moment he was gone. He hated this, being treated like a slave. What was Megatron going to gain from this? There was little to no reason for his behavior. Maybe he'd lost it. Wouldn't be a surprise.

Well, the room was still pretty tidy from yesterday's cleaning. He'd done a good job. There wasn't really much to do... Ratchet sighed again, getting up and retrieving the blanket from his corner. He laid it in the chair and sat back down, getting comfortable. Maybe he'd get more recharge, while he still could. He'd be thankful for that... Ratchet snuggled up in the chair and closed his optics, relaxing his frame, which was still sore... the collar hurt. But, despite that, he drifted into a peaceful recharge, cuddled in the chair.

Hours later, when the sky was dark, and the clock had just struck twelve forty five, and Ratchet was deep in his recharge, when the door opened, and in the doorway, was a rowdy looking Megatron, leaning on the frame for support. His optics were faded, and his body movements were clumsy and uncollected. Ratchet woke immediately, shifting and stared at him. He immediately noted the scent of high grade practically wafting off the warlord. The mech was drunk off his aft. A sinister, playful smile crossed his scarred lips as he scanned Ratchet. The medic stiffened, tension rising as his calm gaze met the crazed one belonging to the warlord. After a few moments, Ratchet managed to choke out a few words, and break the silence. "M-Megatron?"

"Hello, Ratchet," his words were slurred and clumsy as he replied in a sneer. He stepped in, tripping over his peds. "Nngh.. Lovely evening."

Ratchet stared at him with skeptical optics, shifting to a tense position in the chair. "It's past midnight, Megatron. Your overcharged..." The warlord stumbled closer, landing right in front of the chair, close enough so Ratchet couldn't stand. He leaned down, smirking. Ratchet cringed at the heavy presence of high grade, the scent growing stronger.

"Is it?" Megatron tilted his helm. "I'm so lousy at keeping the time... do you mind telling what time it is, Love?"

"Yes," Ratchet snapped, inching to the back of the chair. "Leave me alone. Come bother me when your sane." He narrowed his optics, glaring daggers up at the warlord in hatred. His optics gained a surprised look when a small, deranged laugh escaped Megatron.

"Better watch it, Pet. I find you much more intriguing when your feisty..." He purred, moving in closer, his servos quickly snaking in and taking Ratchet's wrists. The medic yelped and began to tug at his hold, voice becoming panicked.

"Megatron, your overcharged!" Ratchet exclaimed fearfully, as the warlord pulled him to his peds by his wrists. "S-Stop, you don't know what your doing!" He struggled against Megatron's tight grip on his wrists. "Let me go!"

"I know exactly what I'm doing," Megatron retorted, gazing down at him with amused optics. "The high grade just encourages me." He pulled Ratchet closer, and leaned downward. "Your struggling amuses me, Pet."

The medic grit his denta, leaning away from him. "Megatron, let go!" He continued to tug and pull the best he could, but Megatron's advantage of size and strength made his chances of escaping slim. "Let. Me. Go!" Ratchet growled, as one of Megatron's servos slipped around his waist and held him closer, limiting his struggles and movement. "What do you want with me!?" Using his free servo to push Megatron away somewhat, he exclaimed.

"Well right now all I want is you holding still!" Megatron muttered, as he trapped both Ratchet's wrists in one servo, yet kept an arm around his waist. Ratchet was barely able to move against him, and now just stared up at him. "That's better," the warlord purred.

Ratchet sighed. "Is that all you really wanted?" He asked, giving a single tug. "Or do you have something else in mind?"

The warlord chuckled, leaning closer so their lips were dangerously close to touching. Ratchet held his breath and went stiff, still staring into Megatron's cold optics. "Relax," Megatron murmured softly, his smirk growing. "We're just gonna have a little fun. Is anything really wrong with that?"

"It's the high grade talking." Ratchet muttered. The warlord gave another small laugh, before closing the distance between them, claiming his lips in a forced kiss. Ratchet whined into his lips and stood stiffly, as Megatron held him close. Damn you, the medic cursed, squeezing his optics shut, silently hoping the drunk warlord would come to his senses. Megatron made a series of purring noises and deepened it, glossa forcing it's way into Ratchet's mouth. Ratchet whimpered, feeling completely helpless to defend himself... the size difference really did him bad. Megatron's lips left Ratchet's and lowered to his jawline, biting roughly with sharp denta. Ratchet cried out.

"Megatron, stop it!" He exclaimed, biting back more pained cries as the warlord nibbled, bit and sucked his neck cabling viciously, servos tightening around him. "Megatron..."

"Hold still," Megatron ordered, pulling a pair of cuffs from his subspace and locking them onto Ratchet's wrists. "Can't have you struggling, can we?" Ratchet yelped as the warlord kissed him again, both servos sliding around his hips, digits dipping into the seams of his armor and searching for the clasps. Ratchet jerked his knee up suddenly and slammed it into Megatron's abdominal area, earning a cry of pain from the warlord, as he stumbled back. "Pest!" He spat.

"Stay away from me!" Ratchet growled, backing away. "Your far too overcharged, Megatron! Your not thinking clearly!" He tugged desperately at the cuffs, as Megatron pulled the remote from his subspace, and held it up for him to see.

"Submit to me, Love..." The warlord snickered, stumbling in place a bit, only justifying what Ratchet had argued. "I know you don't want me to use this."

Ratchet whimpered and stiffened, preparing for the agony. He shook his helm slowly in refusal, silently counting down to when Megatron hit refusal he button. But the warlord surprised him, by dropping the remote, letting it clatter on the floor.

"C'mere, precious!" Megatron charged suddenly, easily grabbing the medic and lifting him bridal style, wrapping one arm around his legs, so he couldn't kick or thrash. Ratchet screamed and struggled frantically in his hold as he was carried and laid on the berth. "Quiet down," Megatron murmured sweetly, quickly jumping onto the berth and pinning him down.

"Megatron..." Ratchet whispered pleadingly, completely immobilized as the warlord lowered to nibble his neck cabling once again. Megatron purred and began searching for the clasp to Ratchet's interfacial armor, and gently began to bite his upper chest.

"High grade works miracles, doesn't it, Love?" Megatron mumbled, still searching for the clasp, which he couldn't seem to find. It was slowly frustrating him. He continued for a bit longer before giving a snarl of anger and simply dipping his claws into the armor and ripping part of it open, the clasp snapping as it broke. Ratchet yelped, as he felt his armor loosen. Megatron smirked and began searching for the last clasp.

"Megatron- nnn..." Ratchet was cut off as one of Megatron's servos slid towards his thigh, getting closer to his interfacial area, gently caressing the surface. "S-Stop..." He bit back a moan, squeezing his optics shut.

Megatron smirked and slid his servo closer, still rubbing softly. For being drunk, he was surprisingly steady. "My perfect pet..." He kissed him once again, before scraping his claws against Ratchet's thigh.

"AAAAH!" Ratchet cried out, as energon began to leak from four parallel gashes in his leg. "Megatron, let me go!" He struggled to pull away, to escape the warlord's cruel possession.

Megatron smiled, nuzzling Ratchet's neck cabling, purring softly. He stayed still for a few moments, before slowly shifting all of his weight down on Ratchet, earning a grunt from the poor medic. "Megatron, get off..." Ratchet whined, but the warlord remained still, laying on top of him. "Megatron??" No response. Ratchet groaned and tried to move around, but found himself completely crushed. A soft snore sounded from Megatron a few moments later, and it dawned on Ratchet that he'd passed out. "Scrap!" He muttered. He was trapped beneath a sleeping giant. The high grade clearly wiped him out... it was better than what he'd been doing before, though... still, Ratchet could hardly breath.

Well, this was just lovely.