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It was a sneak attack. Megatron’s great dinosaur feet dug into the metal below them, his head dipping forward to peer around the lower decks.

The Maximals were cheating. They had to be! No goody bots were superior to him.

Megatron found a locked metal box transfixed to the floor. He tried to use his strong jaw on it, but it caused him to step back. “I will get you open, yes.”

After enough ache in his teeth, Megatron transformed to his root mode. His servo clenched, before his commed his Predacons. “Keep those Maximal fools distracted. I found something quite valuable.”

“But what if I wanna see what’s in it?” Scorponok whined, his intention to ignore orders quite clear.

“Scorponok,” the venom in Megatron’s returned tone enough to shut the imbecile up, “if you dare disobey, I will rip your tail, including your spinal strut, from your frame. Would you like that?”

“No,” Scorponok replied. He continued, muttering, “Sorry.” Breaking the connection, he must have found something shiny to distract him.

“To believe those heathens out there understand anything of importance.” Megatron had to sit himself on the box, heaving a dramatic sigh.

He grunted, fans beginning to turn on. It made him jump up, slick beginning to form along his closed valve panel. “Primus,” he hissed, before wondering if he could even rush out of there.

If he changed into his dinosaur form, he’d probably rip everything apart. Including any possible bots who could remove his sharp arousal.

Megatron used to have Dinobot to pleasure him. He would ride Dinobot for joors, screaming from how strong that spike was. Before the beast mods messed with their frames. Who knew how good they’d feel, after that.

“I heard noises, Optimus. I don’t joke about these things.” Dinobot’s gruff voice broke through the pathetic behavior of reminiscing.

Megatron scooted to hide behind conveniently stacked boxes. It hid him, as long as he didn’t move too much from a crouch.

Optimus Primal sighed, his pedes heavier on the metal flooring. “I wouldn’t dream of questioning you. Not when we’re alone.”

Megatron’s optics widened. His processor couldn’t believe what sappy words those were!

Dinobot’s claws clicked when he placed them on Optimus’ arms. He faced his current lover with a tilted helm, before shoving the stronger mech against the boxes. He purred a little, “Already excited?”

Optimus looked a little confused. “I mean. I’m not giving off that scent.” He glanced behind him, realizing most of it was behind the stack of boxes. “But this is.”

Megatron shouted, finding Dinobot’s weapon suddenly swinging around towards him. “Have mercy!” He played the pathetic card, dropping to his back. “Oh, please! I give up. Have your horrid way with me. Yes.”

“He is unusually pathetic when he’s in heat,” Dinobot sighed, before realizing Optimus was nodding in understanding. “Have we both had a past with him?”

“Seems so. Nothing to write home about, so it’s probably why we never said anything to each other.” Optimus sounded bemused, which caused Megatron to get angry.

“How dare you? I’m the greatest screw any bot could ever have!” Megatron stood to full height, panels slamming open. “I have a large spike, and a tight valve! What else do I need?”

“A personality,” Terrorsaur’s voice came over the comms.

Realizing he hadn’t shut off his comms, Megatron screamed, and slammed his finger to the side of his helm. He gave a smirk, like he hadn’t gone off the deep end.

Dinobot sighed, “I do feel bad for him.”

“You think this isn’t some trick? There won’t be anything injected into our spikes?” Optimus began to walk around, staring hard at Megatron.

“I’m going to rip them off, and use them on myself. How about that?” Megatron’s most menacing feature was his grimace. He was just too eager to get a move on. “Be sappy, if you must. Just make sure I feel it all.”

Megatron could admit he went to kiss Optimus first for a reason. There was something more dominant. Dinobot was just too easy to please, back when there weren’t hard feelings.

Dinobot couldn’t be ignored for long. He slid claws down Megatron’s side, causing the chassis to grow warmer with interest. “Megatron, how about we take this somewhere less taxing for such a sensitive frame?”

“What, like your berthroom?” Megatron shot back. At the loud silence, he snorted. “Just as I thought. I’m stuck interfacing on this floor.”

Moving to spread his legs to allow Optimus to lay down under him, he crossed his arms. “What? You think my back strut is going to lay like that?”

“It’s not comfortable with any of our chassis,” Optimus sighed, but he did go along with it. He slid his servos along Megatron’s legs, getting something out of the trip downwards.

“Mm, is that so? Like I need to hear your complaining.” Megatron slowly got down to his knee joints, digging them into Optimus’ sides. “So, what now?”

Dinobot knelt down beside Megatron, for the time being. “You need to make sure you’re ready for a spike.” He could see the oozing valve freed, before looking back up to Megatron’s expression. “You used to like my claws all over you.”

“Traitors don’t have a say, but I’ll be fragged if you’re outdoing me.” Megatron met Dinobot in a tentative kiss, mostly using glossa. The flickered together, while Dinobot’s claw tip traced around the exterior node of his ex-leader.

“Primus,” Optimus groaned, freeing his full length of metal. He didn’t think about it, so it shot right up inside Megatron’s gaping valve. “Sorry,” he grunted, finding the experience better than it had ever been previously with Megatron.

“Optimus,” Megatron gasped into the kiss, before he grabbed Dinobot by the helm, and really delved into the fanged intake. “Start moving.”

Once Dinobot got to the point of fully pressurizing, he stood back up. Taking Megatron’s shaking helm, he slid his spike deep inside. “Incredible.”

“Guess we figured out just what gets Megatron to shut up.” Optimus used his thick thumb to rub Megatron’s blinking node. His other servo gripped the ribbed spike. The sections of differing thickness must be a part of most dinosaur Transformer physiology, based on his experience with his current partners.

Optimus slapped up into Megatron, while Dinobot ravaged his intake. Megatron ignored pings from his team, drooling around the spike he had in his clutches. His long glossa rolled around, tasting the edges. “Yes,” he mumbled out.

Optimus gripped Megatron’s hips too harshly. He couldn’t help but cum inside the valve, growling from feeling it clench him roughly. “Megatron, has Dinobot finished?”

Dinobot wondered why he wasn’t directly asked, before shouting. His spike was spat out, before Megatron yanked him forward, slurping his exterior node like it was a button for a glossa to press.

“Very much so,” Megatron sighed contently, pulling his faceplate back. Overload gushed down his chin, which he didn’t care for.

To clean it off, he leaned down to allow Optimus to lick it from his jaw. “Good little Maximal.” Megatron frowned when the duo didn’t want another round.

With him, by the looks of their optics stuck on one another. “Waste of time. Don’t bother calling. I won’t answer.”

Megatron stumbled up from the ground. He had to use the walls to get him back out the busted open way he came.

He stopped when he found Scorponok. His dripping valve had left a trail, transfluid and all. “I’m so lonely. Whoever will satisfy my cravings?”

Scorponok peered around, before pointing a clawed servo to his chest in confusion. “You’re really talking to me, Megatron?” He wouldn’t refuse, but he’d never been hit on by the proud leader.

Megatron nodded, before thinking a bit harder about having the servos near his genitals. “Scorponok, have you ever done this before?” Perhaps there was a better way to be embraced.

“Uh,” Scorponok had to think about what counted as interface.

“Never mind,” Megatron kept walking off, shaking his helm.

“Wait! I want a turn!” Scorponok shouted, rushing off after Megatron’s distant frame.