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Two bots, lying in berth. One bigger, one smaller. Tangled into each other.
Orion, what are you doing? "- asked the bigger one.
I'm tracing your scars, Mega. - said the smaller.
Orion was indeed, tracing Megatronus' scars with the end of one digit. He loved those scars. They proved that, even tho his lover got hurt in the arena from time to time, he was still online and functioning.
Tonight his processor was working hard. And the bigger mech got curious.
My Archivist, I can hear your processor working. What is it?
I asked so many questions about you, until this day, but not like one that I want to, now.
Well then, my clerk ask away.
Are you certain?
I wouldn't have said it, if I wasn't.
Alright. Mega, are you...fine with your scars? They have a meaning to me, but I want to hear yours. Is there a reason why you never get them fixed?
Megatronus' servos pulled Orion impossibly closer to him, he kissed his mate's forhelm.
My, sweet and kind Orion. You are so mindful.
Yes,
I suppose
I love my scars
because
they have
stayed with me
longer
than most bot
have.
Orion reached up, took Megatronus' helm in both servos, and kissed him on the lip plates. It wasn't hungry or lustful. It was full of love. Appreciation.
Mega, my love I promise you that I will never leave you. I will always be here. Right, beside you.
My Star, I know. And I shall be with you till the end.
Until the end my Champion.