"It seems your definition is somewhat miscalibrated, then. And cease that." It took a few moments more for Megatron to straighten up, his optics coloured more whitish pink than red from both repated overload and exhaustion.
He could, after all, being connected as they were, feel Optimus' smugness over his confusion, and it roughed it into annoyance even while the confusion remained, which wasn't much better.
He felt... somewhat worn down, and yet thin threads of static flickered along his circuits refusing actual rest - besides that Optimus was keeping him quite present. Vaguely, with the annoyed flare of remembered frustration, Megatron recalled that it'd taken six overloads, once, when a few other gladiators had caught him at the "right" moment.
Not that any of them had minded it in the end. And further, he doubted given the way this was going, that it'd take Optimus six to utterly exhaust him and scatter the eager charge still curling mockingly underneath his plating.
Giving his Prime a bright, narrow stare, he shifted in his seat on Optimus' lap, as much to stretch as to feel the faint slide of the cables and be annoyed at the fact that Optimus kept his thighs far enough apart for him to easily sit there to leave him nothing to surreptitiously scrape his valve against
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Date: 2013-02-13 11:47 am (UTC)He could, after all, being connected as they were, feel Optimus' smugness over his confusion, and it roughed it into annoyance even while the confusion remained, which wasn't much better.
He felt... somewhat worn down, and yet thin threads of static flickered along his circuits refusing actual rest - besides that Optimus was keeping him quite present. Vaguely, with the annoyed flare of remembered frustration, Megatron recalled that it'd taken six overloads, once, when a few other gladiators had caught him at the "right" moment.
Not that any of them had minded it in the end. And further, he doubted given the way this was going, that it'd take Optimus six to utterly exhaust him and scatter the eager charge still curling mockingly underneath his plating.
Giving his Prime a bright, narrow stare, he shifted in his seat on Optimus' lap, as much to stretch as to feel the faint slide of the cables and be annoyed at the fact that Optimus kept his thighs far enough apart for him to easily sit there to leave him nothing to surreptitiously scrape his valve against