Clamping knees tight as Optimus bucked to remain in place, Megatron just shrugged at the rage directed at him at first and stood up, walking over to the seating area by the window to pick up two cubes. Putting one of them down at the edge of the pit, the other remained in his hand as he gauged the struggle and, for now, settled back on top of Optimus' hips.
"Something that seems important, which, yes, due to indications given earlier will require you tied up," Megatron said, dryly and precisely as he rested his free hand against the side of Optimus' chestplates, thumb against the bars protecting the headlights there. Merely laying there. For the moment.
"To get one thing out of the way, however, the potential help is no longer potential, and has agreed to lend his assistance. I suggest we discuss the details of that later." It was difficult not to let his natural arrogance and smug superiority take over at a moment like this. His Prime looked very nice indeed, spread out as he was over the pillows, arms pulled taunt over his helm with the cuffs glowing nearly as balefully as his Prime was glaring to indicate that they were working.
He had to resist the urge to lower the lighting, no matter how nice that would look, playing over the glossy sheen of Optimus' rich red and blue.
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Date: 2012-11-11 12:31 am (UTC)"Something that seems important, which, yes, due to indications given earlier will require you tied up," Megatron said, dryly and precisely as he rested his free hand against the side of Optimus' chestplates, thumb against the bars protecting the headlights there. Merely laying there. For the moment.
"To get one thing out of the way, however, the potential help is no longer potential, and has agreed to lend his assistance. I suggest we discuss the details of that later." It was difficult not to let his natural arrogance and smug superiority take over at a moment like this. His Prime looked very nice indeed, spread out as he was over the pillows, arms pulled taunt over his helm with the cuffs glowing nearly as balefully as his Prime was glaring to indicate that they were working.
He had to resist the urge to lower the lighting, no matter how nice that would look, playing over the glossy sheen of Optimus' rich red and blue.