A near-soundless, garbled probably-groan was wrung out of him when Optimus worked his tongue in quick flickers, in and out and it was nothing like the connection and the pressure of the jacks in the other ports, but was quite stunning on its own.
He missed the smirk only because of how he was leaning his helm, but he could hear the shades of it in those words and the exvent he'd been releasing froze in his vents as Optimus pushed his tongue as far as it could go.
For a second, Megatron's mouth worked without noise, and the overload hung like a sword right behind his neck, an immensly heavy, lightning-charged blade poised to fall. Pure, incredulous willpower kept it at bay.
"Revenge? You... call this..."
It fell. Snapping through him from the charge fed double through Optimus' systems, the pressure and delicate connection of the jacks themselves as every little calipher and pairs of prongs fit around a jack and into tiny grooves and dents squeezing... The gathered charge around his spark chamber heaved, and lashed out.
He still didn't understand how this was revenge though, even as his vocaliser glitched quiet and he shook. Considering his state and what he'd done to Optimus yesterday, wouldn't revenge be taking him to the edge and refusing to bring him over?
This, despite his annoyance over the ease to bring him here, was what he (or at least his frame) wanted, even if every overload wore at his exhaustion while still leaving enough charge to build into the next one.
"---Revenge?" The mutter as Megatron slumped again, excess charge flickering around his open chest cavity and being absorbed back into the circuitry there, was the stubborn finishing of his earlier sentence.
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;D yes indeed~
Date: 2013-02-08 11:57 am (UTC)He missed the smirk only because of how he was leaning his helm, but he could hear the shades of it in those words and the exvent he'd been releasing froze in his vents as Optimus pushed his tongue as far as it could go.
For a second, Megatron's mouth worked without noise, and the overload hung like a sword right behind his neck, an immensly heavy, lightning-charged blade poised to fall. Pure, incredulous willpower kept it at bay.
"Revenge? You... call this..."
It fell. Snapping through him from the charge fed double through Optimus' systems, the pressure and delicate connection of the jacks themselves as every little calipher and pairs of prongs fit around a jack and into tiny grooves and dents squeezing... The gathered charge around his spark chamber heaved, and lashed out.
He still didn't understand how this was revenge though, even as his vocaliser glitched quiet and he shook. Considering his state and what he'd done to Optimus yesterday, wouldn't revenge be taking him to the edge and refusing to bring him over?
This, despite his annoyance over the ease to bring him here, was what he (or at least his frame) wanted, even if every overload wore at his exhaustion while still leaving enough charge to build into the next one.
"---Revenge?" The mutter as Megatron slumped again, excess charge flickering around his open chest cavity and being absorbed back into the circuitry there, was the stubborn finishing of his earlier sentence.