Optics narrowing and the glow intensifying but the colour also darkening at the same time, Megatron bared his teeth in a soundless snarl.
"And apparently you missed the part where I said that if it was entirely my decision I'd have done it later! You just got angry with me, you didn't explicitely tell me to---" It might be telling that he had no problems admitting that he would have done that whole thing, if later rather than sooner as it had been.
He had ignored Optimus leaning around him, because if he got twitchy at every little movement right now he'd literally just tire himself out, but when the bar snapped closed about his ankles, Megatron broke off his tightly-reined in anger and briefly - if futilely - tried to look behind him.
He didn't need to see to realise that he suddenly couldn't move his legs. Couldn't shift his stance in any subtle way as he couldn't move his lower legs either further out or further in from the position they were in.
"Optimus?!" It was more of a hiss than a snarl, incredulity worming down cold through fuel lines as he glanced, optics suddenly, if briefly, wide, at his Prime. He couldn't move like this. Well, if he really wanted to, he could headbutt Optimus right now, but it wouldn't do a lot of damage, but that wasn't the point.
The point was that he could do nothing like this. Anger and frustration slid together with bone-hard cynism that Optimus would now leave, because wouldn't that be the perfect punishment? Just leave and deny him even more of what Megatron had known he'd have to leave unfulfilled last night as he tried but couldn't exactly touch the ports.
"Take it off!" Megatron's engine settled into a rattling snarl, stark counterpoint to the purr coming from Optimus, but he wasn't any stronger now than he'd been a moment before. And again the situation was cast in sharp relief and the gentle burning pressure of the ropes down into his wrist joints, the insistent squeeze of the manacles of the spreader bar around his ankles and his Prime's presence right in front of him conspired into a flare of charge down along his circuits.
No.
He wasn't going to end up in the same situation as yesterday after he'd left Optimus, no matter how much he might deserve some sort of... reprisal for his inability to be in control of the situation, himself, and whatever influence the Key had.
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"And apparently you missed the part where I said that if it was entirely my decision I'd have done it later! You just got angry with me, you didn't explicitely tell me to---" It might be telling that he had no problems admitting that he would have done that whole thing, if later rather than sooner as it had been.
He had ignored Optimus leaning around him, because if he got twitchy at every little movement right now he'd literally just tire himself out, but when the bar snapped closed about his ankles, Megatron broke off his tightly-reined in anger and briefly - if futilely - tried to look behind him.
He didn't need to see to realise that he suddenly couldn't move his legs. Couldn't shift his stance in any subtle way as he couldn't move his lower legs either further out or further in from the position they were in.
"Optimus?!" It was more of a hiss than a snarl, incredulity worming down cold through fuel lines as he glanced, optics suddenly, if briefly, wide, at his Prime. He couldn't move like this. Well, if he really wanted to, he could headbutt Optimus right now, but it wouldn't do a lot of damage, but that wasn't the point.
The point was that he could do nothing like this. Anger and frustration slid together with bone-hard cynism that Optimus would now leave, because wouldn't that be the perfect punishment? Just leave and deny him even more of what Megatron had known he'd have to leave unfulfilled last night as he tried but couldn't exactly touch the ports.
"Take it off!" Megatron's engine settled into a rattling snarl, stark counterpoint to the purr coming from Optimus, but he wasn't any stronger now than he'd been a moment before. And again the situation was cast in sharp relief and the gentle burning pressure of the ropes down into his wrist joints, the insistent squeeze of the manacles of the spreader bar around his ankles and his Prime's presence right in front of him conspired into a flare of charge down along his circuits.
No.
He wasn't going to end up in the same situation as yesterday after he'd left Optimus, no matter how much he might deserve some sort of... reprisal for his inability to be in control of the situation, himself, and whatever influence the Key had.