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"Do you have any regrets?" Minimus murmured into his lover's plating.
Megatron glanced down at him with a raised brow.
Minimus huffed and pressed himself closer. In his irreducible form, he often felt - reasonably - afraid around larger mechs, but not so with Megatron, infamous warlord and former Decepticon leader though he may be.
"Of course I have regrets," Megatron said, wrapping his arm more securely around Minimus' shoulders. "But not about this, if that's what you're worrying about. Not about us."
Minimus shook his head. "I was thinking of my brother."
Megatron nodded slowly, rubbing his hand comfortingly up and down Minimus' arm. "Domestication is very disturbing."
Minimus sighed and then shook his head sharply. "I shouldn't feel any sympathy for him. He was cruel to me beyond measure."
Megatron shifted down the berth until he was looking his lover in the eye. "It is possible to feel compassion for someone and still be angry and hurt by them. It doesn't make him a better being - nor you a worse one."
"I suppose," Minimus sighed. "Hold me?"
Megatron, of course, complied.