Sumdac and Ultra Magnus x fem human Megatron

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A little humanformers story by Kay109.

Illustration

Premise: The war is over, fem Animated Megatron is married to Mr. Sumdac and lives peacefully. Continued under the cut.

 

“Dining with Supreme Commander Ultra Magnus? At such a time? The two of you?” Dr. Isaac Sumdac said suspiciously.

“It’s a somewhat complicated situation. I have a few things to talk about.”

At Megatron’s face as she was dressing up, Sumdac gazed at in the mirror. Red gems dangled from her ears…did she own that sort of thing?

“…You don’t have to dress up so beautifully.”

“There’s a dress code, so don’t raise your eyebrows.”

Hmm, he said in assent, though for some reason he wasn’t fully satisfied. Certainly, the dress that Megatron had picked from the ones she owned was a chic one, and not showier than necessary. And yet, by the way he was somewhat agitated, didn’t the little man seem to have so-called suspicions? The Supreme Commander, after all, was summoning a married woman to dinner, and he thought it was too much.

 

Arrangements made, Megatron continued to the entrance hall, holding her coat, and faced the stairs. Isaac Sumdac did not accost her, and regarded his wife from such another planet.

The sight of her adorned in a deep crimson velvet dress was more beautiful than the one hundred million colors of autumn.

Megatron showed her white teeth in a smile.

“Don’t make that face! Don’t you send me off with a smile when I meet with Optimus Prime?”

“Have a good one. Be careful.”

 

“Will you come home tonight?” - he could not ask.

 

“I’m truly sorry for coming at this time.”

“Good grief. Did he get mad?”

Giving her coat to the bellboy, Megatron walked up to Ultra Magnus. Tonight, Magnus was not wearing his military uniform. He was clad in a refined suit, and courteously stood before the elevator as if to greet a guest.

Megatron shook her head and answered:

“Let’s get down to business. You didn’t choose this place so we could look at the night view.”

“I have prepared a private room. There we can have peace of mind.”

His hard hand touching her lower back felt burning hot.

 

“The story about the coup d’etat was true. Because the information we received was correct, we were able to prevent it just before it happened,” Ultra Magnus said. “You and I were the targets, Megatron.”

 

Taking a datapad out of his breast pocket, he pointed out a list of several people with names and mugshots included. It was obvious that it was a list of terrorists and ringleaders from this current thwarted attempt. On all the photos was “shot to death”.

Ultra Magnus brought his nose to Megatron’s profile, and lowered his voice. “Well, you are no longer in a safe zone. Are there any faces you recognize? All of them were Decepticons.”

“…”

“Megatron”

 

Facing Megatron, who looked at the list and sunk into silence, Magnus said like an encouragement:

“After this, more things like this are likely to happen. I can’t say current state of the affairs is the best. However, we took the best road. I take pride in that.

 

Letting her gaze slip from the list, Megatron faced the window glass and gazed at the sprawling night lights.

(Where is such a thing as a safety zone? We constantly continue to trample sparks under our feet. Now and then.)

 

Even when she met with Optimus and co, he was worried, the truth was.

Because they were mutual enemies with blades facing each other, and yet because they believed in everybody’s peace-loving hearts, they calmly went out to meet each other.

But the Autobot Supreme Commander was different. Sumdac knew, Ultra Magnus’ heart still held feelings for his beautiful wife. Granted that the romantic relationship they once had was not official, but everybody vaguely suspected it was so.

 

What was Megatron thinking?…Sumdac didn’t know. She loved him. This small, round, sad Dr. Isaac. He believed her, but he couldn’t help comparing himself. Ultra Magnus was the single most powerful person in the Autobots, and he had both strength and wisdom. He was tall, and his silver-haired profile was like a movie star’s.

 

At such a time, Sumdac was holding wine, which he was usually unaccustomed to drinking, and looking out of the lab window. A Tower of Babel overlooking the moonlit Detroit. Sumdac Systems, which realized Planet Cybertron’s technology.

This company, which was like his own child, consoled Sumdac’s heart for just this night.

 

“Thank you for your cooperation. I will mark the arrestee’s authorized people at once. Don’t lose focus, Megatron. It’s head has been chopped off, so to speak, but we don’t know what the wounded beast will do.”

“…”

“No, “beasts” are not what Decepticons are. You don’t understand.”

 

For a short while, silence fell between the two of them standing in the gloomy parking lot. While standing so close, looking at each other, they couldn’t help but feel like a deep, dark valley where the bottom could not be seen opened beneath their feet. Ultra Magnus’ blue eyes quivered in pain for just an instant.

 

Returning, Megatron turned her back, and suddenly, a powerful hand held her.

“Just a like while, like this—“ Ultra Magnus held her body tight to him, close enough to bite her earlobe, and softly whispered.

“Somebody will see us here.”

 

Slowly, Ultra Magnus’ odor stole into Megatron’s brain. By the sweet eau de toilette and the deeply-stained odor of a cigar she certainly felt this was the scent of the man she once knew. Ultra Magnus covered the fine base of her neck with his face, and Megatron closed her eyes. For just a little while like this, her lover from years ago embraced Megatron’s body close.

 

“He’ll notice you’re gone. I’ll send you home.”

“I appreciate it, but no thank you.”

Ultra Magnus muttered “is that so?” and parted from Megatron.

“The terrorists might have company. And they’ll call for assistance. You should return home at once.”

“Say hi to Mr. Sumdac,” Ultra Magnus said, closing the door to Megatron’s car.

 

“Welcome home, Megatron.”

“Did you wake up?”

“For some reason I couldn’t sleep.”

Looking at his wife’s back as she took off her coat, Sumdac faced her tired eyes.

“You…don’t smoke cigarettes.”

Megatron noticed for the first time the scent of a cigar lingering strongly on her body.

“…That was a joke. Forgive me.”

Sumdac said looking straight into her eyes, and Megatron’s husband began to silently clean up the wine glass.

“I will go to bed.”