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Chapter 4 : A… Dream ?

   A content sigh broke the silence of the room as Megatron slowly rebooted. He didn’t on-line his optics yet, as doing so would probably break the sweet spell he was currently under. He felt… So delightfully satiated! He hadn’t realised until now how hungry he was for...Shockwave.

   All these vorns, he had craved the mech so badly that it was a wonder he hadn’t gone insane. As insane as a starving mech would be if, just beyond his reach, he had an energon cube teasing him with his glowing, nutritious energy.

    ‘Perfect description’, Megatron mused.
Indeed it was, as the Decepticon leader remembered those long meetings with Shockwave, the lust threatening to unleash itself to shag that smooth aft of his right on the table.
   ‘Well now it’s done’, he chuckled.

   He was glad it was, not just because he fulfilled one of his biggest fantasies, but also because he could now go beyond the lust. He had already admitted it: he liked Shockwave. Yes, the Decepticon spy was way more than a one-night stand or a pleasure toy; he was an intriguing mech that, with his wonderful personality and his interesting conversation, had earned a chance of creating a future, other than military, with his leader.

   A smile tucked at his lips component as he tightened his grasp on the other mech…that wasn’t there anymore.

   Surprised, the Decepticon leader quickly on-lined his optics and patted the berth as if searching for the spy. He scanned the room: empty. He listened: nobody were using is personal wash tracks and they were no mist in the room anyway. He was alone.

   How could it be?! He clearly remembered bringing Shockwave to his quarter the night before. At least, he thought so… No! He was certain he had! Sure last night was a bit blurry but... Wait an astro-second… Maybe… Maybe he had… Could it be that...Last night was…A dream?

   That would explain the blurriness and it wouldn’t the first time he did… But it felt so real! He still could feel the other’s body against his, hear is sweet cry of pleasure, and taste his delicious kisses. He couldn’t have dream of all of that! ...could he? After tossing and turning the thoughts all the way around his processors he had to face the fact: that was the only possible explanation to his current situation.

   The realisation of it fell on him like a bomb, heavy and destructive, blowing away all happy thoughts. So, all of this had been a dream, every single part of it. And here, for a moment, he had felt so good, so completed. Now he realised how naïve he must have sound. To think that a single night would have felt so good was beyond everything; only a dream could have given him that sensation. Megatron sighed, disappointed. Very disappointed.

   Shaking himself up, he climbed out of the berth, and went towards the wash-tracks: maybe a good shower will clear his mind. Honestly, he doubted it, but no one could blame him for hoping it would. As he entered the wash-room, he glanced as his reflection in the mirror… His last hopes got crushed. He had seriously wished to find some streaks of the other’s paintjob on him. After all, in his dream, they had scratched each other.

   He turned around… Again, nothing. The scratches that Shockwave had made him in his ecstasy were definitely imaginary. What a shame, more than anything else, he had hoped for these to be true.

   Megatron sighed again, more desperately this time. He turned the hot water on, only the hot water. The near burning shower did wonders to him, clearing the fog in his head as it engulfed his body. After a good half a cycle, he finally turned it off, feeling slightly better. As he dried himself up, he glanced once again over his shoulder at the mirror behind him, and froze.

    “Motherfragger” There, on his left shoulder blade, clearly revealed by the hot steamy water, was the proof of Shockwave’s passion.

AN: DUN DUN DUN!!!