Grimacing at the mention of owing Optimus, Megatron grumbled wordlessly, but did, perhaps surprisingly, not protest that allegation or further defend his position on that. He'd tried to explain, and maybe he should've done it better, or maybe it just hadn't been enough (to make up for it all), either way Optimus was obviously upset.
"I doubt you're that easily injured." Didn't mean he wouldn't protest when possible and suitable.
Hands flexing and cables tightening, Megatron was displeased to find that yes, he couldn't break the ropes. At full power, he might have been able to, but as it was now... Not a chance in the Pit. The lingering touch over metal as Optimus settled his arms back lit up sensor nodes enough to almost distract Megatron from the faint pushing urging that came right after Optimus' demand he get up.
"And I should make this easy for you why---" Breaking off, optics flaring, Megatron snarled mutely as that push wormed in. He could resist it; it didn't even come from the Key but rather... Well. The collar. It didn't hurt to resist the request to get up, but it... seemed right that he should do as asked.
Scowling, engine growling at a decidedly sub-sonic range, Megatron decided it would be easier on his dignity to actually follow those urging hands instead of having Optimus yank him up and drag him along, which he most decidedly could do now, given that Megatron lacked the strength to resist.
And getting up, doing as asked, settled the sense of rightness more firmly, and where it otherwise would have done nothing more than that, in his current state it briefly made the inner workings of his ports twist.
He did not need everything working against his resolution not to get aroused, slag it all.
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Date: 2012-12-29 09:13 pm (UTC)"I doubt you're that easily injured." Didn't mean he wouldn't protest when possible and suitable.
Hands flexing and cables tightening, Megatron was displeased to find that yes, he couldn't break the ropes. At full power, he might have been able to, but as it was now... Not a chance in the Pit. The lingering touch over metal as Optimus settled his arms back lit up sensor nodes enough to almost distract Megatron from the faint pushing urging that came right after Optimus' demand he get up.
"And I should make this easy for you why---" Breaking off, optics flaring, Megatron snarled mutely as that push wormed in. He could resist it; it didn't even come from the Key but rather... Well. The collar. It didn't hurt to resist the request to get up, but it... seemed right that he should do as asked.
Scowling, engine growling at a decidedly sub-sonic range, Megatron decided it would be easier on his dignity to actually follow those urging hands instead of having Optimus yank him up and drag him along, which he most decidedly could do now, given that Megatron lacked the strength to resist.
And getting up, doing as asked, settled the sense of rightness more firmly, and where it otherwise would have done nothing more than that, in his current state it briefly made the inner workings of his ports twist.
He did not need everything working against his resolution not to get aroused, slag it all.