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Minimus slammed his datapad on Megatron's desk. "I just want some Primus-damned peace and quiet!"
Megatron's lips twitched in something that was definitely not a smile. He scooched back from his desk and beckoned his lover with one hand. "Come here.'
Minimus sighed and rounded the desk, crawling into Megatron's lap.
The former warlord held him tight to his chest until the tension had finally drained from his frame. Then he turned him around, set him on his knees, and put their datapads side by side on the desk.
They worked together in comfortable, companionable silence the rest of the shift.