Well, the energon would have run out soon enough anyway; only a matter of a breem more, at the most, so why not get a dash of energy himself with the last and cutting off the slightly too-long (since it wasn't what he wanted to be doing) procedure.
"I suppose not, no..." Megatron trailed off, smirking slightly as he thoughtfully fingered the spot that held the release to his subspace, but... No. Not yet. He'd let Optimus writhe and make noise beneath him until and unless he started up with his demands to go faster.
Maybe he'd manage to do it not at all this time, when he wasn't both tired and charged up? Somehow, Megatron doubted it, especially from the flickers he'd seen.
"Pity I'm all out of energon, then." Not that he couldn't tell it wasn't energon that Optimus had meant, and his sparklights gave another, nearly taunting flare. Sparklights weren't in use among gladiators any longer, Megatron had been one of the last fitted with them... rather, woken up in the lab of whoever-the-mech-was that must have fitted him with the shell program and done some changes, but clearly most were at the behest of the Omega Key stuck in his spark chamber.
But he'd woken up with them, and he didn't mind. They were great for mocking his opponents, showing the vitality still within... Had he been of another personality, the itention would probably also had been to tease others with what they couldn't have. Though, of course, Optimus could... Just not at the moment.
"I hope, Optimus, that you're comfortable because this is going to be a long night," Megatron said and knew Optimus probably didn't realise how or in what fashion it'd be long. The hand on Optimus' knee trailed lazily upwards along his side, settling at Optimus' waist to let the thumb stroke roughly down the slatted silver metal in the center as Megatron himself leaned forward and and gave a nipping "kiss" (more of a bite, but gentle enough) to the tip of one audial antennae.
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Date: 2012-11-16 05:37 pm (UTC)"I suppose not, no..." Megatron trailed off, smirking slightly as he thoughtfully fingered the spot that held the release to his subspace, but... No. Not yet. He'd let Optimus writhe and make noise beneath him until and unless he started up with his demands to go faster.
Maybe he'd manage to do it not at all this time, when he wasn't both tired and charged up? Somehow, Megatron doubted it, especially from the flickers he'd seen.
"Pity I'm all out of energon, then." Not that he couldn't tell it wasn't energon that Optimus had meant, and his sparklights gave another, nearly taunting flare. Sparklights weren't in use among gladiators any longer, Megatron had been one of the last fitted with them... rather, woken up in the lab of whoever-the-mech-was that must have fitted him with the shell program and done some changes, but clearly most were at the behest of the Omega Key stuck in his spark chamber.
But he'd woken up with them, and he didn't mind. They were great for mocking his opponents, showing the vitality still within... Had he been of another personality, the itention would probably also had been to tease others with what they couldn't have. Though, of course, Optimus could... Just not at the moment.
"I hope, Optimus, that you're comfortable because this is going to be a long night," Megatron said and knew Optimus probably didn't realise how or in what fashion it'd be long. The hand on Optimus' knee trailed lazily upwards along his side, settling at Optimus' waist to let the thumb stroke roughly down the slatted silver metal in the center as Megatron himself leaned forward and and gave a nipping "kiss" (more of a bite, but gentle enough) to the tip of one audial antennae.