Literature / Fan Fiction / General Fiction
In the following weeks, Orion didn't feel so good. He had to consume Energon for two and still he wouldn't feel satisfied. And do not get me started with the mood swings he had starting to have lately; some days he was happy as ever, searching for affection, but some days the direct opposite; growling at everyone, including Megatron, scowling, sulking... A real beast. A really cranky beast.
"I-it can't be... Surely it's impossible. But perhaps I've done a miscalculation- No, I have not. My calculations are precise and there's no way they can be false statements. Hindsight..." the medic muttered to himself as he paced between his office, the operation table, his console and Orion who was sitting on the med berth. Hook hastily walked to the youngster, took a re-scan and returned to his console to enter the data plane.
It showed positive.
"But your heat is still three months 17 days away. How is it possible for you to be carrying? As far as I know, you shouldn't be able to get pregnant without your heat." Hook was beyond stunned, shocked even. He had calculated Orion's heat precisely to be months away and yet the technodog had managed to get pregnant.
There was already a small bulge visible on Orion's mid torso. The red and blue mech was surprised himself to know that he was carrying. He hadn't planned for this! He rubbed the bulge with his hand, feeling very, very weak pulses from the growing protoform.
Megatron had a hunch how they got into this "mess" but he also had counted on Orion's heat cycle to be regular. The gray mech blamed himself on this. He should've been more strict and not dive helm first... but as the heat of their interfacing was sky-high back then, that evening, he couldn't ignore the beauty beneath him, couldn't reject him.
"We spark-bonded", he said, taking Hook aback.
"That... explains some of this", the medic stuttered after a painfully long minute, "But it does not explain is that how on Cybertron did Orion become carrying. As I said, he needs to be in heat to be able to carry and-"
An imaginary light was switched on above Hook's helm. "Unless... you interfaced right before bonding which would've left some transfluids inside Orion's valve and thus some nanites managed to get into his gestation chamber. All it takes to get pregnant is just even one nanite. And now, in this case, that one was successful", Hook babbled as he wandered to his office to gather up the list of additives, minerals and other nutrients what Orion would be needing as his pregnancy proceeded and the protoform evolved.
"Off with you two now. I need some peace to gather up the list for Orion's Energon portions." He snapped his fingers and his assistant skipped to him from his data work.
Orion hopped down from the berth, though carefully as he was now accounted to protect two lives instead of one. "Thank you, Hook", the Decepticon Leader thanked, only getting a reckless wave from the medic as the mech was preoccupied with his research for the right additives for Orion to carry the sparkling to this world, healthy and strong.
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As Megatron and Orion walked back to their quarters, the technodog was unusually quiet. "Is there something bothering you, Orion?" the larger mech asked, worrying about his love's silent mood. The red and blue mech shook his helm. "It's just that... what if I won't be a good Carrier? What if I can't form a bond with the little one? What if I reject it?" "You will be an excellent Carrier. And do not worry about the bond. It is an individual matter; some form it long before the sparkling is born, some after and some... well, let us say that it takes time. Only time will tell us" the Decepticon spoke in a gentle tone, wrapping his arm around Orion.
Once back in their quarters, Orion climbed onto the berth and closed his optics, never really initiating his recharge cycle but relaxing on the soft sheets, digesting all the information he just had received. "Is there... is there something I could do for you, beloved?" Megatron asked, sitting on the edge of the berth and stroke the black and red back plating.
"Uh... not really... I just feel tired", was the quiet, weary reply. "Do you wish me to be here with you?" After a few seconds of pondering, Orion nodded. With that, Megatron lay down next to his love, pulling him closer. "Do not worry, Orion. We will be fine. Hook is the best medic I know and I rely on him completely and thus you should as well", he murmured, rubbing affectionately his palm over the slight bulge that was hidden under Orion's abdominal plating.
Based on Hook's calculations, Orion's gestation period lasts about three more months, if not four. The Decepticon Leader was excited about the idea of being a Creator soon but now what mattered the most was for him to be there for the technodog and support him, unconditionally.
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"Go away!" the technodog snapped and slung his cube of Energon to the wall. "P-please, Orion. You shouldn't stress yourself. Stress has a bad influence on the growing sparkling", Gadget whimpered, peeking from behind a flipped table. "I don't care! GET OUT!" Orion growled, ready to attack the poor medical assistant.
The scared mech flew out of the room, leaving the furious Orion to pace around the room as if he was a genuine cyberwolf imprisoned in a cage.
"Gadget is right, Orion. You must not stress yourself. I know cases in which mechs and femmes have lost their sparkling because of stress", came the rumbling comment. "Then you try and carry a sparkling that grows bigger each day and basically eats you inside out!" the small mech snarled, taking a defensing pose. "That is enough", the gray mech commanded and walked to Orion, blocking any possible escaping route, "Calm down."
Orion glowered at the larger mech and a menacing growl welled from him. "Leave me alone", he muttered, his gaze falling to the floor.
"Is the sparkling giving strains on your back?" was the sincere question, although it was a change of topic... somewhat.
"... yeah." It was pretty painful when your abdominal plating was being stretched and having more weight to carry than normally.
"Then hop on the berth and I will give you a back massage. It will help... or at least it relaxes", Megatron suggested. Orion did as was told and lay down on his stomach, though it was hard to get into a comfortable position for the bulge had grown.
Even though Megatron had said he'd give a back massage, he couldn't resist the urge to touch those sleek, perfectly carved legs, those curvy hips... yes, it was indeed difficult not to. Seemed like Orion didn't care as long as he was given the promised massage...
He began with the right calf, making sure he was very throughout with it. Then he lifted the leg and gave a few solid rubs to the shin and the he repeated the same for the left leg. Coming back down to the ankles, the gray mech rotated them one by one gently, feeling how the joints complained quietly by crackling – and the technodog just 'mmh'd as he did so.
Now it was time for those lovely thighs... Mmh, yes, so perfect. He was more precise with the thighs, and he did even get a relaxed moan from the technodog as his black hands worked with the seams, joints and wires. "Does this feel good?" the older mech asked, wanting to be sure.
"Mm-hmm~" Orion was nothing but molten iron by now. If it wasn't for the grumbling feeling in his tank, he would've fallen into recharge about two minutes ago.
Megatron shifted and eased the tensions in Orion's back with his experienced fingers. Not a single seam or a wire was missed as he massaged his way over the black and red back and to the delicate neck and shoulders. Orion sighed in euphoria and let his mind wander wild.
Unfortunately, everything has its ending at some point and this moment was broken rather shortly by Hook who had brought the red and blue mech's Energon portion.
"My Lord, I have Orion's Energon. May I enter?"
Megatron huffed as the serene atmosphere was shattered and got up from the berth. "Come in." Orion refused to move – he was feeling absolutely relaxed and groggy but his tanks demanded refueling. He rolled around on his back and heaved a tired sigh. He watched as Megatron took the tray of Energon, Hook disappearing again – perhaps to examine the technodog's samples – and the gray mech returned to the berth. He gave the first cube to the smaller mech and adjusted himself to sit behind him so the carrying mech could rest against him while consuming the bitter-tasting Energon.
The larger mech wrapped his arms around the lithe frame in his embrace and draw tender circles over the black plating.
"Ah! Did you feel that?" the youngster exclaimed, nearly spilling his Energon as he felt a tiny kick within him.
"I did..." Megatron was as surprised as his love was. To confirm it wasn't his imagination, he pressed his palms against the bulge. Now he felt some weak vibration! Was the sparkling trying to communicate with its Carrier? "It feels... weird", Orion said honestly, "Should we go and see Hook?" Megatron nodded at that and rose from the berth to call his medic.
"Hook."
"Yes, my Lord?"
"As we were relaxing, Orion suddenly felt a tiny kick and then weak vibration from his gestation chamber. Is there anything to worry about?"
Hook looked baffled, to be honest. Surely it wasn't...
"Uh... I suggest you to come over, just in case. I'll run few tests and scans over Orion so we can be sure."
With that, the Kaonite Ruler picked Orion up and walked him to the med bay.
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"The due date is closing in, based on this data. And you said there was kicking and vibration, yes?" Orion gave a nervous look to Megatron and bowed his helm once. "Hahhaa! This is wonderful!" the medic yelled and threw his arms up.
That kind of reaction from Hook was unseen and unheard before.
"Now I can say for sure that the birth is in a month and the sparkling is strong and healthy. In fact, we can alread