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The Decepticons are in a new research facility to make more energon, it shouldn’t take long for the Autobots to show up. Starscream looks around, Megatron is distracted managing the energon production, perfect! He sneaks to the corner and starts to put his plan into action.

He goes to the research room, which is hidden in a wall. A large device covers it’s entirety, the humans invented this to cure some sort of disease but it’ll also work perfectly as a bomb for killing Megatron. He plants a detonator and moves away, he already hears the noises of fighting so the Autobots must have arrived. He grins mischievously, this is his chance to be rid of both Megatron and the Autobots.

He looks out of the doorway and sees the fighting, as always Megatron is busy grappling with Prime “Decepticons with me!!” He screams and flies out, the Decepticons follow confused. Once they are out of reach he notices the Autobots followed them too, damn them, at least Megatron and Prime are still in the building.

Starscream grins and clicks the detonator “goodbye Megatron, Rust in hell” he laughs, the entire building starts to glow, it implodes and the glow becomes too much to look at. Starscream closes his optics at the brightness, he can hear other Decepticons talking but he pays them no mind, he has won!! Finally Megatron is dead!!!

He opens his optics but the building is still standing, he staggers back and gapes “No!”

“Aaargh STARSCREAM!!! I KNOW YOU’RE BEHIND THIS!” A gigantic gray mech runs out of the building, everyone gapes the mech looks like Megatron but he is huge and has sharp claws?? And sharp fangs? Blood red optics lock onto Starscream’s frame and he shivers, he knows that look and it means RUN.

Another mech collides with Megatron and they go tumbling into the ground. Starscream recognizes the color scheme instantly, it’s Optimus he is also huge. Great instead of killing them he made them bigger and scarier, he turns to the Decepticon behind him, they stare in shock at the fighting mechs “RETREAT!!”

He moves to transform but is immediately grabbed out of the sky by huge claws, one servo is all Megatron needs to hold his entire frame. Starscream comes face to face with furious red optics. He gulps, it was great being alive.

Megatron knew he should be paying more attention to what Starscream is up to, he tried watching him from the corner of his vision but when Prime showed up all thoughts of the impending murder attempt escaped him. His nemesis stood defiantly in front of him, still a few meters from him, ready to make another one of his speeches.

“Megatron leave this facility now! The work here is too important to be destroyed by your greed” Optimus speaks and he hears the Autobots around agreeing with him. He rolls his optics, what a bunch of fools.

“Why don’t you come here and try getting me out?” Megatron challenges, he can’t stop the grin that spreads in his dermas when Optimus starts running in his direction, just what he wanted.

Optimus tackles him, their frames collide with enough strength that when they hit the floor it leaves a crater. Megatron laughs at Optimus wide optics when he notices he crushed one of his adored human inventions, it’s adorable, a shame he can’t see his whole face.

“Too important for my greed but not important enough for your weight” Megatron laughs again and gets a punch to the face, worth it. He recovers and moves to grab Optimus arms to stop his next attack, they’re face to face now, optics locked on each other, so focused they barely notice the blinding light surrounding them.

“What the?” Megatron says and hears Optimus mimicking it, the world around them is distorting and beginning to shake. He tries to move but the light turns impossibly brighter and he is knocked unconscious.

Once he wakes up he feels all his systems rebooting slowly, he opens his optics and notices he is in a desert, he doesn’t recognize this place. His audio receptors take longer to reboot and when they do he hears large steps approaching, his frame still hasn’t fully rebooted so he can’t escape before a huge servo envelops him, he jerks up and looks at the attacker but he doesn’t recognize them, it’s an orange and white Autobot. He is raised from the ground and inspected by the giant stranger.

He would complain or fight if he wasn’t so startled to see a HUGE Autobot, even Skyfire isn’t so big. The Autobot stares gaping at him, very rudely.

“Didn’t your carrier teach you not to stare?” Megatron snaps, He keeps a defiant face and hopes that whatever this Autobot wants doesn’t involve closing the servo currently holding him.

The Autobot seems even more surprised after he speaks, Megatron hears more footsteps approaching and turns to see them. There are two more Autobots coming and they are also HUGE, why are they so huge? Megatron doesn’t know.

“Ratchet what did you find?” The blue femme asks, she squints at Ratchet’s servo and spots him, She immediately staggers back and gapes at him. Her yellow companion has a similar reaction.

Megatron huffs, if he wasn’t immobile he would shoot them for the disrespect. He tries to squirm but he is being held down strongly, he growls “let me go!”

This seems to snap Ratchet back to reality, he clicks the side of his helm activating his comm “Raph, make a ground bridge to our location NOW”

The blue femme gets closer and frowns at him, Megatron glares back at her “you sure we’re not kidnapping a sparkling?”

“I AM NOT A SPARKLING YOU INSOLENT…” A digit covers Megatron’s intake and he is stopped from speaking, the disrespect! He will make them pay!!!

“Yes” Ratchet answers looking down at the struggling mech in his servo “I know Megatron when I see him”

“Megatron?” The yellow bot asks in binary, the blue femme gapes at the name staring harder. Finally the fear and respect he deserves! The two Autobots look at each other and burst out laughing.

A green portal opens and Megatron is taken with them, he growls and snarls but none of them fear him. He even bit Ratchet at some point, the mech didn’t make any reaction maybe the bite didn’t go through the armor.

They walk into a room and there are 3 humans there, they look smaller than usual so they must be children. Megatron scoffs, it seems picking up strays is indeed the Autobot way if even those huge Autobots he never seen before are doing it.

“Bulkhead grab the bird cage” Ratchet orders to the even bigger green mech.

“Bird cage!?” The blue femme asks, and Megatron finds himself wondering that too.

“it’s the device we made to trap Lazerbeak” a small human with glasses answers, he looks at Ratchet’s servo “did you get her?”

“No but we got something better” he says moving Megatron closer to display him to the human, he growls how dare they parade him like a trophy. The human gapes at him too, Megatron huffs would people stop having that reaction?

“Is that..” the human asks but stops when another louder one shows up.

“OH!!! IT’S A TINY MEGATRON” she yells pointing her digits at him, and even Megatron flinches back at how loud she screamed.

“I AM NOT TINY!! I am perfectly normally sized for a cybertronian, it is them that are too big” Megatron scowls at all of them.

Bulkhead returns with the bird cage, they open it and carelessly throw him inside it, he turns around and bangs at the entrance gate but it won’t budge. He huffs and looks around his new prison, it’s big enough to hold him, but it still doesn’t leave much room to move and all the walls are steel bars with some space between them, so no privacy.

He hears a gentle tap on the bars and looks down at the human with glasses, he is looking at him analyzing him “what happened with him Ratchet?" He turns up at the bot.

“No idea, maybe some experiment gone wrong?” Ratchet says, he looks thoughtful.

“Is it safe to keep him here?” Another human asks.

“He didn’t put up much of a fight, it was pathetic really” the blue femme scoffs “doubt he could do much damage like this”

Megatron narrows his optics and growls, he will show them damage… After he gets out of this bird cage. He looks around searching for a weakness in the structure of this cage, he hums he could fit between the bars in his gun mode. He grins maniacally, yes and then he will have revenge, but for now he will play nice and stay here, he will wait for an opening to escape so he doesn’t get grabbed again.

The tiny human looks back at him “he doesn’t look much like Megatron now… what about Minitron”

The loud human gasps “Minitron! IT’S A PERFECT NAME” Megatron groans, this is going to be torture.

Ratchet rolls his optics and lowers himself to make optic contact with Megatron “how did you get so small?”

Megatron scoffs “I was made like this idiot”

“Well I don’t remember you being so small yesterday” the blue femme says, holding her laughter.

“WELL I DON’T REMEMBER SEEING YOU YESTERDAY” Megatron yells, pointing his digit at her.

“You don’t… Hmm” Ratchet looks thoughtful again, he gets up and walks to a console “maybe it could be the same energy that took Optimus away, it might have brought you here.. from another dimension”

“Oh the ground bridge thing again” the annoying human says.

“Yes except it is in a much larger scale” Ratchet looks down “I don’t think I can recreate it”

Megatron huffs, this somehow must be Starscream’s fault he just knows it. He sits on the floor, he needs a plan, taking revenge is no longer the only thing of importance right now. He is in a world of giants and he was captured by giant Autobots. Maybe he could find his Decepticons, at least Shockwave, he would know how to get back.

“We will find him Ratchet” the blue femme approaches him and puts a servo on his shoulder. Megatron scoffs at their sentimentality, but then he remembers Prime was with him when the lights got brighter, yet he doesn’t remember seeing the mech after waking up here.

Maybe he is just very far away, he knows how stubborn the Prime is and if he survived that the Prime surely will too.

“So.. how is it like to be a Decepticon?” The tiny human asks.

Megatron sighs “Better than being a bird” he answers crossing his arms, this cage is truly a pitiful place. The human seems satisfied by his answer and turns away, Megatron’s optics brighten and he smirks, it seems they’re all busy with their sentimental slag. The perfect time to make an escape!

Megatron kneels close to the bars, paying attention to their movement still, but they don’t even notice him. He jumps and transforms, he feels it when he drops to the other side with a small clang. He transforms back and is indeed out of their feeble cage, he looks up, and they are still clueless. Good! It will be their doom, they made a serious mistake thinking him unthreatening.

He sneaks out slowly, making sure to keep himself in dark hidden areas, he was never much sneaky but it seems that being small has its perks. He finds a small tight vent, they won’t be able to reach him there. He opens the vent and climbs in, he closes it and looks around, there are more vents connected to this one, it’ll be a quick way around their base. Megatron laughs it was all too easy, now to have his revenge.

“Uh guys? Where is Minitron?” One of the humans asks, Megatron is grateful he is already far because the loud human releases an earsplitting screech. He scoffs, Autobots and their humans.

He travels around the vent trying to search for something to sabotage, he can hear their loud pedes running around, searching for him. He smirks and the urge to taunt them is too strong, he goes to the closest vent and looks out of it, the green mech is there. He taps at the metal of the walls and the sound gets the mech’s attention, he quickly turns to look at Megatron who is sitting inside a vent smirking “looking for someone?” He asks feigning ignorance.

“Megatron! Don’t make me hurt you” Bulkhead says raising his cannon, the cannon is huge like them. Probably not the sort of thing his armor can withstand.

Megatron quickly crawls back inside the vent, the mech shoots but it doesn’t even get close. Megatron scoffs “do better!” And continues on his way.

“I should have crushed you when I had the chance” he hears from somewhere, probably the mech known as Ratchet. Megatron scoffs, he says that to Starscream all the time and he hasn’t crushed him yet, thinking about it he probably should.

Megatron continues his travels and finds their energon storage, his optics brighten in interest. Yes! Exactly the sort of thing he wants, he looks around, no bot nearby. He opens the vent and crawls out of it.

He looks at an energon cube, it is also huge, they reach his stomach in height. He won’t be able to carry this properly. He growls and kicks the thing, FINE! If he can’t take them he'll blow them up!!

He looks around for anything that could be used as an explosive, he sees something on top of a table but the table is huge so he can’t see it properly. He flies up to looks over the table but that’s when he sees the blue femme walking in. Her optics widen when she sees him.

“I found him!” she screams for the others “he is in the energon storage” she moves closer and tries to grab him out of the air, he dodges her servo.

“Stay still you little pest” she complains trying to grab him again. He growls that’s enough, he will not be disrespected any longer. He raises his fusion cannon and shoots at her, the shot brushes of her armor like it was nothing.

He narrows his optics, the armor must be too thick for his cannon. He avoids another strike, he will have to kill her with his own servos. He inspects her armor and finds that her plates have a gap big enough that he could fit a servo between them, he flies closer easily avoiding her strikes. He settles on a spot in her back where she can’t reach him, he doesn’t have much time he can already hear the others coming, so he uses a servo to separate the plates more, he sees the sensitive wiring underneath and grabs them.

“You! Vermin.. GET OUT OF MY ARMOR” she squirms trying to shake him off but Megatron hangs on tightly.

His servo tightens the hold and pulls the cables hard, they resist his strength and Megatron snarls. He gives up on tearing them out and straight up bites them, he hears the femme scream and the cable finally breaks filling his intake with energon.

“Arcee are you okay?” The yellow bot asks as he runs in, looking around for the attacker.

“Get this thing off of me!!” Arcee growls, her arms trying to reach her back but she can’t get a hold of him.

The yellow bot moves behind her casting a shadow over him, he looks up and the mech reaches to grab him. That’s his cue to get out, he jumps and flies out of his grasp. The yellow bot is startled not expecting that reaction but he moves quickly to follow, trying to grab him again. Megatron scoffs, even the two of them together are not agile enough to grab him, but he hears more peds approaching and it’s better not to risk his freedom over petty revenge. He quickly flies out and the bots run after him.

He gets some distance between them and reaches the place that must be their command center, he gets to the console he saw Ratchet use earlier. The console is fused with earth technology and is frustrating to use and with the added difficulty that Megatron is too small and has to stretch to reach the keys further on the keyboard, it’s one hell of a challenge. He growls this is taking too long he needs to figure a way out! He smashes many buttons in his reach, which would be about 4 because again he is tiny and can’t reach many buttons. And a new screen opens, it shows many useless things like comm codes and vital signals but right at the end he sees and option to access the ground bridge, he grins maniacally and presses the button.

While He figures out how to use their ground bridge the bots catch up with him, now with the others too. He growls “let me out and no one else will be hurt” it’s a lie, he fully intends to hurt other people but they don’t need to know that.

Ratchet scoffs “as if we could trust you” they all approach slowly like they are trying not to spook a wild mechanimal. Megatron narrows his optics, he needs to get out! he might be agile but even he can’t avoid 4 bots forever. He sees in the console an option to go to the last location. He smirks perfect, if he goes back where he came from he might even find Optimus too.

That’s when they jump at him, he was expecting it and dodged but he couldn’t press the button to turn the ground bridge on. He tries to approach but they are too many and avoiding their servos forces him to fly higher, he notices humans moving in the corner of his vision, maybe some kind of trap? A bot jumps at him and almost catches him with their servos, he hisses he needs a way out NOW!

He turns just In time to avoid the bird cage flying in his direction, the humans must have found a way to catapult it! he was lucky to see it just in time. The cage flies ahead and hits Bulkhead that tumbles back making Arcee and the yellow bot fall down, just the opening he needed. He flies down and presses the button opening the ground bridge, he turns and laughs at the humans guilty faces.

“Oh no you don’t!” Ratchet warns he picks the bird cage again and throws it at him. Megatron can’t avoid it this time, it hits him and he tumbles inside. The whole thing shakes and rattles when it hits the floor, he is still dazed when someone picks the cage up.

“How did you even get out?” Bulkhead asks dumbly, and Megatron scoffs, the Autobots were foolish to believe such a weak cage could contain him to begin with.

He hisses at Bulkhead who startles back, good finally some respect here. He transforms and goes through the bars again, the Autobots make a startled noise.

“HE GETS SMALLER!?” The loud and obnoxious human screeches.

He transforms back before reaching the floor, Ratchet already on his way to grab him but he engages his thrusters and avoids him “should have learned your lesson by now, no one cages MEGATRON”

“Fine than we’ll just kill you” Arcee says raising her guns the others follow her example, Megatron gulps, time to get out! But if he leaves now they’ll just follow, he needs a better plan!

He has to twist and turn in the air to avoid their shots, thankfully being small makes him a much harder target. He sees the humans moving to close the ground bridge. He smirks, in their rush to aid their allies they will once again aid him. He waits just before the bridge is almost closed and flies in, he drops to the desert he was in before, with no one around.

He doesn’t have time to wait the Autobots will come very soon, He hears a ground bridge opening and jumps up with wide optics. That was fast! Before he even turns he hears pedes rushing out of the ground bridge. Megatron grins, he recognizes almost immediately the steps of his arch enemy. He turns around and looks straight at Optimus Prime.

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Optimus and Megatron glare at each other, the bridge behind Optimus closes and the silence becomes really loud. The Prime’s optics shine bright and wide, he must be startled to find Megatron here.

“Prime” Megatron snarls, finally breaking the silence.

“Megatron” Optimus responds with less venom.

The silence returns as they analyze each other’s face plates, the world around them blurs as Megatron focuses solely on Prime, everything else suddenly irrelevant. Their optics meet and they have a wordless conversation that’s so subtle anyone else wouldn’t have noticed, being enemies for so long has its perks and knowing each other is one of them.

Optimus optics show his slight confusion, he quickly glances to the side then back at Megatron, a question that Megatron doesn’t have the answer to. like the prime he too has no idea how they got here, only remembers the bright light and that’s about it, though he is certain whatever happened to bring them here is Starscream’s fault.

He narrows his optics to display his irritation to Optimus, a very clear way of saying ‘it was Starscream’

the Prime furrows his eyebrows slightly and looks down thoughtfully. It doesn’t take long for Optimus optics to brighten in recognition than he nods his helm in agreement.

Megatron huffs, of course he is right! He is always right!! Optimus rolls his optics.

Megatron growls, enough of this they have business to finish. He jumps on Optimus and they both tumble to the ground grappling, finally!! No more interruptions!

They battle like two starving mechs, their servos caress each other’s frames with punches Desperately. Fighting is something special with Optimus, even if common, Megatron wouldn’t trade it for anything else. They talk in each move, the way they hold themselves or how hard they hit each other. Their fight is intense and chaotic, a discussion, a conversation, their way of saying ‘I missed you’ without words. And miss him he did, Megatron would never say it out loud but he knows the intensity of his gaze is enough tell, Optimus knows and meets him half way through with the same intensity, a hello in their language. comfort in violence just what Megatron needed.

He vaguely hears the sounds of two ground bridges opening and closing, he doesn’t give it any mind, he is far too busy with Optimus. The other noises that follow also don’t bother Megatron, that is until a servo reaches out to grab them.

He pushes Optimus and rolls to the side to avoid the servo, he looks at the offender and it’s the Autobot Ratchet. The Autobot stares confusedly at Optimus, he is pushed aside by a mech he knows far too well. Megatron growls “Starscream” the threat doesn’t work and the seeker attempts to reach out to him, he jumps to the side tackling Optimus on his way there. They both tumble to the ground, Optimus tries to claw at him to push him off, Megatron only grunts and punches his face.

Optimus twists and switches their places, now on top he grabs Megatron’s neck cables and tries to pull but Megatron holds his servos and stops him. He grins and bites down the servos, Optimus releases the cables and retreats slightly, Megatron notices at the corner of his vision another servo reaching out for them. He grabs Optimus tight and engages his thrusters making them go further away from the servo, Optimus twists confused but notices the bot reaching out for them, he glares at their attacker.

Another servo attempts to grab them and Megatron has enough he growls enraged “CAN’T YOU SEE WE ARE BUSY!? GET OUT!” The bots around stagger back surprised and the two go back to grappling happily.

Starscream laughs “this is so stupid how can you claim these two to be Megatron and Optimus” they can hear the other bots fighting, mostly verbally instead of physically.

Megatron freezes and he feels Optimus do the same, the punches about to be thrown aborted mid way through. They look at each other Megatron’s optics momentarily glow brighter, he wants retaliation.

Optimus shivers above him, he looks back at Starscream and then to Megatron, his grip on the warlord tightens and his optics look him over worried. Of course he is worried if all he tried was shooting their plating, Megatron rolls his optics and raises his chin defiantly ‘I know what I’m doing’

He sees doubt in Optimus’ optics and scoffs loudly, he quickly glances to Arcee who still has energon dripping out of her back plates and flashes him a grin to show his energon coated teeth.

Optimus turns to him with a heated gaze, already berating him for hurting a fellow Autobot. Megatron moves closer to Optimus grinning proudly, Optimus huffs in defeat. Megatron grabs Optimus’ servo, it’s an unfamiliar touch and Optimus startles back staring at him, Megatron quickly glances to Starscream. Optimus analyzes and nods once, accepting the plan.

Megatron doesn’t wait a second more, he transforms right into Optimus servo, immediately feeling the warm and steady grip of his nemesis on him. Optimus raises from the floor and they start moving towards their target, Megatron tries not to make a habit of allying with Optimus like this but when the chance appears he gives in willingly to the temptation that is his nemesis.

He can’t exactly see them moving, after all guns don’t have optics but he does feel the wind hitting him from the front and can hear Optimus’ hurried steps. The sounds of talking becomes louder as they approach, Optimus stops and then Megatron feels the wind hitting him aggressively as they jump in the air.

“Aargh you! GET OUT!!” Starscream screeches.

The grip on him tightens so he knows they are very near their target, Megatron begins to heat up with anticipation, preparing for a heavy shot.

“Get this thing off of me!!” Starscream yells and Megatron feels Optimus grip on him falter for a second and the wind hitting him from both sides aggressively, Starscream must be trying to shake them off. But Optimus hangs tight and they remain on the seeker’s back even as he shrieks and shakes.

He feels his barrel being shoved between two armor plates, he almost purrs in satisfaction and lets Optimus do the honors of shooting him, the prime pulls the trigger and if Megatron could he would grin in satisfaction at the scream Starscream makes, unfortunately he seems to have survived but that will teach him some respect. He transforms back into root form and shivers slightly, missing the heat of Optimus’ grip on him.

The seeker in question is gaping at him, small puffs of smoke escape from his back, he must have at least some fused cables from that shot. The bots in this universe might have tougher armor but their cables are still just as sensitive if not more. Megatron glares at him, the seeker shrinks back finally getting the message.

He notices all the bots staring at him, he growls at them and has to evade a servo. He glares at the attacker and recognizes them, it’s Soundwave. Soundwave puts both servos on the ground and Megatron gets up on them, the silent officer raises him out from the ground to a better height to speak with the bots here. He can see Optimus talking with his Autobots somewhere in the back.

“I assume these are my Decepticons” Megatron asks Soundwave, pointing at the bunch of bots staring confused but expectantly. Soundwave only nods as an response.

“Enough slacking we have things to do like getting more energon” he brushes them off and most of them scatter.

He will have to get acquaintanced with this universe to better optimize their energon extraction, but for now he has more concerning issues like the unassuming Prime approaching him carefully.

Megatron leaps like a cat at Optimus, they both tumble to the floor. Megatron grins, now he will get his fight! He raises his arm to throw a punch but Optimus doesn’t move to attack, he doesn’t retaliate only moves to defend himself. Megatron frowns down at his nemesis, does Optimus not want to fight him? Illogical he always wants to fight him it’s their thing! Optimus looks up at him with wide optics and eyebrows tilted down in worry. Megatron groans rolling his optics, great the Prime wants to talk not fight.

“What do you want?” Megatron snaps at the mech beneath him.

“Megatron we are in another universe” Optimus begins.

Megatron rolls his optics “I already knew that” he points at Ratchet, the mech looks like he is about to jump at him and tear him apart but is holding it back “he told me”

“Than you also know that we have better chances at going back if we work together” Optimus says.

Megatron’s optics widen and he feels his faceplates begin heating up, Optimus isn’t about to propose what he thinks he is Right?

“if we had a truce we could get back faster then working separately” Optimus concludes with some hesitance.

Megatron blinks dumbly twice, staring at Optimus like he suddenly grew a second helm. He shakes his helm and snaps out of his trance, he opens his intake but no sound leaves, he has to reset his vocalizer to speak “this is not part of the arrangement”

He looks to the side “we never had a truce before” his frame heats up and he knows he has a blush now, he makes a frown to try hiding it but he knows it’s no use. Optimus going out of the script was not something he expected, they fight and Ally some times but never this! It feels.. too intimate.

“We can go back to the normal after we get back” Optimus argues and Megatron seethes, how dare he, ask him such a thing what does he think he is?

“I am not some shareware to go starting truces with anyone, Prime!” He growls getting up from the Prime, too embarrassed to continue their physical contact.

“I would never think that of you” Prime answers getting up as well.

Megatron hisses “You’re moving too fast and I don’t know if I’m ready for that kind of relationship” he turns his helm to the side and crosses his arms “I need time to think”

“Take all the time you need, I don’t want to rush you” Optimus says apologetically.

Megatron huffs, turns his back and walks away. Optimus walks away too but more hesitantly, The bots around them stare confusedly at the whole situation and Megatron gives them no mind, his emotions are a mess and he doesn’t know how to feel about this. What would this change mean for their relationship? Would they have to stop fighting? But Megatron loves fighting Optimus!

Megatron goes up to Soundwave again “let’s go to base” Soundwave picks him up and takes him though a ground bridge that he just opened. He’ll need time to think this through, such a proposal cannot be taken lightly.

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Soundwave places Megatron on top of a table so he can remain somewhat at optic level, Megatron remains in place, still as a rock, with a frown in his face, he thinks about the proposal but he can’t seem to make a decision on the offer Optimus made earlier. He is glad they aren’t on a public area, he really isn’t on the mood to deal with multiple bots, Soundwave must have brought him to his office or something. The mech is tipping away at a console while keeping an optic on him, he can tell he is being watched closely even with the full mask, he has spent too long close to Soundwave to know when he is looking or not.

Megatron tries to peek up at the console but he can’t get a good angle, curse this universe of giants! He huffs and crosses his arms. He gets an alert about low energon levels and remembers he hasn’t eaten since he got here.

Megatron sighs “Soundwave get me some energon” he orders looking up at the mech.

Soundwave keeps one servo still typing and moves the other to the side of his helm to comm someone, when the cube arrives it is placed besides him, the cube is still half his size and he can’t properly drink from it without making a fool of himself. Soundwave noticing the oversight brings him a tiny straw, Megatron would complain, it is unbecoming of a warlord such as himself to drink with a straw, but he is far too hungry to care.

Megatron sips energon from the massive cube with the straw. A truce makes sense but still feels like a big move for them and Megatron doesn’t know what to think about that. How can Optimus make such proposal while staying so calm? Maybe he doesn’t understand how much of a big deal it is. He sighs, the lack of aggression also bothers Megatron, he and Optimus’ relationship is based entirely on punching each other, if they can’t do that than what will they do?

“Megatron: finished?” Soundwave asks.

Megatron looks down and notices the cube isn’t even half way eaten but he feels like he just drank liters of it. He nods and lets the bigger mech take the cube away.

Soundwave stayed by his side this entire time, he knows the mech well enough to recognize he is being watched. They don’t trust him, it would be fine if they didn’t hold the power to easily immobilize him with their servos. The mech turns to put the cube away and Megatron takes the opportunity to jump off from the table, he gets out of the room easily and unnoticed, being small really has its perks! the mechs here don’t even notice him and all he has to do is keep to some dark corner.

:: Megatron: Location?:: Soundwave comms him but Megatron ignores, he needs space to figure this out.

He flies out of the nemesis, maybe some fresh air will help? He flies around looking down at the tiny humans doing tiny things, he can better relate to them now. Megatron goes far from the more civilized area, no need to make a huge scene just for a walk.

He lands on a rock, he is now in the middle of a desert, he looks around and there are only rocks. He sighs, this is boring and he already regrets it but he is going to go through to the end. He sits down and hugs his leg, he looks like something the humans call shrimp, a tiny but still menacing shrimp.

He hears smaller steps next to him, he turns quickly and sees the loud and obnoxious human he huffs and turns away ignoring her.

They need to get back, Megatron knows this but he can’t be helpful, that’s not something he does! He turns to the side again. He notices the human is sitting right next to him, one move and he could crush her but then Optimus would be mad and their truce ruined even though it hasn’t even started, he can’t ruin it yet, not until he knows if he wants it.

“you should accept it, the deal is really good and you both need to go home” the human says.

Megatron huffs “I’m not taking relationship advice from a human”

The place is silent again, only the sound of the wind to make them accompany. Megatron wonders if he managed to make the human give up, he looks down at her and she is frowning with a confused face.

“What even is your relationship with him?” she asks reluctantly.

“We are nemesis!” Megatron begins “arch enemies” he closes his optics, remembering their many battles. Optimus’ might is not something to be underestimated, he’s had many close calls with him to know this intimately “we are destined to kill the other” Megatron than stops, what was that earth animal that eats the others head? “like we are both mantis!” he adds “battling to devour the others head” he shakes his helm “we cannot co-exist”

“you know mantis only eat the head of their mates right?” the human adds.

Megatron frowns at her, why would he know that sort of thing? She talks like it’s common knowledge “I don’t pay much attention to your earth creatures to care about the details” he resets his vocalizer “what matters is, we are opposites and therefore cannot remain together” He shakes his helm “Optimus is the embodiment of everything I stand against, he and his strong~ and powerful frame.. his determination and intelligence” he sighs softly and looks at the horizon with unfocused optics, remembering the times Prime held him in his gun mode, how the hot and steady servo gripped him tight. Megatron shivers slightly just at the memory, Optimus is a remarkable marksman so it only makes sense he likes being wielded by such a competent mech “he is all that stands in my way from taking over the universe”

“right… you know people say opposites attract the other?” the human says.

Megatron snaps “argh! Enough! you are a human and therefore cannot comprehend my complex relationship with Prime” what even is this human trying to say? That he likes him? The idea sounds ridiculous he would never like Optimus! They are mortal enemies!

“Sounds to me like you have a crush on him” she says sassily.

“Yes! I want to crush him” Megatron exclaims.

“That’s not what I meant” the human sighs and does a face palm.

Megatron rolls his optics “what you meant doesn’t matter because you know nothing about me and Optimus!” he growls.

“woah! Calm down, I just think it’s weird the way you two interact” she backs off a little.

Megatron snarls “how I choose to express myself is none of your business” he huffs and looks down frowning “and if I like making evil plans so I can have him stop me it’s my problem!”

“what!?” the human says stunned “you have problems”

Megatron nods in agreement, the first true thing she said all day. He does indeed have problems and their names are Optimus Prime and Starscream. He sighs, he still hasn’t figured out what to do though.

“You could try getting his attention in other ways” the human says.

Megatron roll his optics “I hardly think there is any activity that could replace fighting”

“what about hugging!” she perks up.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard” Megatron scoffs, the thought of hugging Optimus feels like an affront to everything he stands for, but also very tempting.

She huffs insulted “fine! You don’t have to be rude about it”

“Leave human, I have better things to do” Megatron growls.

“yeah sure, try not to destroy the human race while you’re at it” the human gets up from her spot.

Megatron rolls his optics “try not to be destroyed so easily then”

The human walks away and leaves Megatron to his thoughts once more, the silence falls like a heavy blanket over him. They can’t afford to stay here, this universe of giants makes them vulnerable. Being easily immobilized is also not a nice experience. He could give this truce a try and if it doesn’t work he can away shoot the Prime and start the war again.

Optimus is still getting used to this weird universe but the Autobots had been more than happy to help, aside from everyone being bigger and some mechs not being here, he learned the differences are minimal between their universes. They too make questions of their own, curious to learn of an entirely different universe.

“I believe you should be able to ingest our energon but I’ll make some tests to be safe” Ratchet explains and puts a sample of Optimus’ energon on a machine.

“So in your universe Megatron didn’t take my voice box?” Bumblebee asks.

Optimus nods in confirmation “not for a lack of trying though”

“is everyone in your universe so small?” Arcee asks.

“I’d say me and Megatron are some of the biggest bots, we are smaller than Skyfire but he is a shuttle” Optimus explains.

“so there are bots even smaller than you two” Arcee humms “weird”

Optimus shrugs, he also thinks it’s very weird how tall they are but he isn’t going to say that. They all turn when they hear the sound of a call incoming, Ratchet turns with a frown, angry at being interrupted. He approaches the computer and freezes when he reads the name “how?”

 Peeking from under him Optimus sees that the call is coming from the nemesis, the Decepticon ship. He immediately perks up, Megatron must have made a decision already, he turns to Ratchet who is frowning at the screen “you have to accept!”

Ratchet turns to Optimus still frowning “I don’t know if it’s a good idea, I don’t even know how they got this comm code”

“we have to try, he could be reaching out to accept the truce!” Optimus hopes he is, it was bold of him to make such a proposal to Megatron but he can’t help but think that this might be the step they need to a better future, one were they don’t have to be enemies.

Ratchet sighs picks him up and puts him on the console “it seems you don’t change no matter where you come from” he presses the button to accept the call and remains behind Optimus.

Megatron is the first thing he sees on screen, he is in a similar position to Optimus, on top of the console, even like this he still looks imposing. Optimus barely pays attention to the other Decepticons behind him, too busy analyzing Megatron’s expression, his optics grow bright but are also narrowed and his smirk is a tiny bit smaller than usual. Optimus smiles under his mask, he knows Megatron accepted the truce just from that look alone.

Megatron scoffs and rolls his optics “try not to look so happy about this”

“hard not to” Optimus replies, he knows his optics too are bright, Megatron has this effect on him.

Silence fills the line as they stare into each others face plates, he never thought he’d see the day but it seems Megatron is shy to say it. Optimus raises an eyebrow at him and brightens his optics momentarily as a challenge ‘not gonna say anything?’

Megatron narrows his optics even further ‘shut up Prime’

Optimus is startled by someone clearing their voice box behind him, he turns and looks up confused at Ratchet’s exasperated expression “are we just gonna stare at each other or you have a reason for this?”

Megatron throws Ratchet a glare that promises a bloody revenge for interrupting their silent conversation, and looks back at Optimus, his optics asking many things at once ranging from ‘do I have to?’ to ‘can I kill him?’

“No” Optimus answers the last question while rolling his optics “you can’t kill my troops while we have a truce”

Some of the Decepticons jerk back startled then turn to stare at Megatron who ignores them in favor of staring at Optimus, his frown slightly deeper but not enough to make him look angry just thoughtful. Optimus maintains a neutral face plate but can’t really hide the smile from Megatron even with the mask, they know each other far too well for that. To anyone else they are just staring at each other with neutral faces as enemies often do, in reality Optimus drowns in the crimson glow of Megatron’s optics, and mentally traces the lines of his face plate, he loves the concentrated expression Megatron makes when planning.

“fine” Megatron relents with a sigh.

Optimus smiles wider “I knew you’d see reason”

“don’t think me won over yet, Prime” Megatron growls “I will not be swayed by you so easily”

Optimus huffs at the challenge “you should know by now that I meet every challenge you place tenfold”

Megatron huffs and turns away making an expression Optimus can’t decipher “Soundwave will organize with your Autobot forces”

“leaving so quick?” Optimus asks sassily.

“Yes!” Megatron answers barely looking back at him and jumping down from the console.

Optimus sees the Decepticons gaping at the screen but he gives them no mind, he turns around and finds his Autobots mimicking the same expression at him. He looks confused at them and drops down to the floor “I trust you can figure out the details” he says to Ratchet who is still standing stunned and gaping.

He sighs and leaves the base for a drive, he normally doesn’t leave his team without at least guiding them but he needs to think. He never saw that expression in Megatron’s face, it looked almost like … longing.

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Megatron is desperately craving a fight which is why he started bothering Optimus harder who now for some reason started avoiding conflict, beginning to avoid him too which makes Megatron crave a fight even more. He must be avoiding him for some stupid Autobot reason, either that or he doesn’t want to fight but that’s impossible, fighting is their thing! So Megatron decided to wait for him in the dining hall, so far he has spent 3 hours staring at the walls waiting for Prime to show up.

They have this truce for a week and yet Megatron feels like it has been years. Their troops are working surprisingly well together but it will still take a while for the machine to be finished, Megatron sags in his seat, it would be about now that he would come up with a stupid plan and have Optimus stop him to save the galaxy or something, but he can’t do that or their truce will be broken and they’ll stay locked here for much longer. Megatron perks up when Optimus walks into the room, his colors shining brighter than usual and his battle scars gone, he must have polished or maybe even done a full repaint. Megatron longs to touch the shining plating, to ruin it with his servos, mark it all over again, yes! So all will know he is Optimus ONLY nemesis!

He shakes his helm, he needs to focus, he was waiting for the prime. He gets up and stalks towards him, he decided on a new strategy to get what he wants and this time it has to work. He silently approaches Optimus who is oblivious to his presence in the room.

“Prime, finally coming here to honor us with your presence?” Megatron says with fake reverence.

Optimus sigh “Megatron” he greets tiredly.

They stare at each other and the bots around them scatter quickly, they know at this point that when Megatron approaches Optimus he wants a fight, though so far he hasn’t gotten any he feels he is very close. Only a little more push and he’ll make Optimus punch him in the face plate, giving him permission to punch right back and touch that perfectly polished plating.

“I don’t have time for this now” Optimus says looking down, avoiding optic contact. Megatron raises an eyebrow, Optimus avoiding confrontation is still a weird sight to him, it makes his tanks twist, are their fights not good? Megatron frowns angrily, no! He is Optimus arch enemy for a reason and he will prove it to him again!

“Oh apologies, I forgot primes like you have more important things to do than conversing with common peasants” Megatron replies sarcastically.

“Are you serious!? What makes you think that?” Optimus says angrily “we have been at war for millions of years and yet it seems you know nothing about me” he accuses. Megatron almost grins, good he took the bait! Now all he has to do is push a little more and they’ll be throwing punches at each other.

“At least I’m not the one hiding like a coward!” Megatron growls “avoiding me for some reason Prime? Scared I’ll make some big bad Decepticon plan and you’ll have to dirty your servos with the likes of me”

“I don’t want this Megatron” Optimus points between them “this needless fighting”

Megatron freezes on the spot, frowning hard at Optimus… he does not want to fight… he is avoiding him so they don’t fight! Because he doesn’t like fighting!! LIKE THEIR ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP WASN’T BASED AROUND PUNCHING EACH OTHER!!!!

 He feels betrayed, the one thing he could count on Optimus to provide is taken away and the Prime comes here looking like this for what!? To mock him? “so this is what you wanted!?” he shoves a digit at Prime, he sees the immediate regret in his face plate but it’s too late now “to have me and then throw me away? Fine then, two can play that game!” Megatron snarls to hide the way the words shakily leave his intake, He turns around and stomps out of the room. He feels like his spark is being squeezed and he can’t escape the grasp that hurts him, millions of years and he still means nothing to Optimus, maybe he was never The enemy but just A enemy.

The Prime tries to follow him but he walks faster turning in random corners, at on of those turns the Prime stays behind, he locks himself behind the first door he sees. If Optimus is so adamant on avoiding him than he will leave him alone, he grinds his teeth together in frustration and tries to drown the hurt feelings in his spark with anger but it doesn’t come, he releases a heavy vent and sits down, looking around he notices he locked himself in a storage closet. He sighs, of course because he wasn’t already miserable enough.

Optimus doesn’t want to fight, meaning that he only fought Megatron before because he is a Decepticon with a big bad plan. Megatron sighs shakily, he means nothing to him after all this time, fighting against the other, learning each other’s moves, each other’s thoughts. Maybe he doesn’t know Optimus as well as he thought, and the realization makes him feel so lonely.

He had already accepted before that he would always be the big bad villain in Optimus’ story and it was enough for him, he even played into it, but this confirmation.. it hurts beyond words, he realizes now that being his enemy isn’t enough, that he wants more and doesn’t even know what it is… Doesn’t matter now, Optimus clearly won’t want it. He is startled by the sound of someone banging at the door, he remains quiet hoping whoever it is goes away.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this…” he hears a voice outside, they sigh loudly “lord Megatron could you please get out of the closet?”

“no!” he answers, no one is getting him out of here!

“I’m not paid for this…” they whisper quietly but Megatron still hears “please my lord, this closet is the only one that has a broom” they then add “you can stay there I just need you to unlock the door”

Megatron grumbles angrily but he looks around and there is indeed a broom there, he sighs “fine” and unlocks the door.

Megatron stays sitting in a corner with his arms crossed as the vehicon moves in hesitantly, he glances at Megatron quickly but them turns away “I will be quick”

The vehicon takes the broom and a few of the cleaning products there and moves away, Megatron locks the door again behind him and huffs angrily at having his sulking interrupted. It doesn’t take long for someone else to knock on the door, Megatron growls “WHAT IS IT?” that vehicon from before must have snitched on his hiding spot!

He hears someone clear their vocalizer “lord Megatron” they begin, voice full of reverence “we need your input on some important business”

“Ask Soundwave” is all Megatron replies.

An annoyingly loud voice yells from behind “Megatron just get out of the damn closet!!” the seeker screeches are easily recognizable as Starscream. Megatron huffs and ignores them, he hears shuffling outside as they move about.

“Optimus is being obnoxious and it’s your fault!!” the seeker complains.

Megatron growls “tell the idiot I’m not seeing him” Megatron doesn’t feel ready to talk to him, not while his spark still feels so raw.

“Well too late, while you were sulking in there the idiot somehow hacked Soundwave’s cameras and must be on his way here as we speak” Starscream says.

Megatron freezes, of course the stubborn fool would chase him, of course he wants to fix whatever he thinks is broken. Megatron sighs, his determination is as always frustrating and admirable but unfortunately for him it seems the Prime doesn’t appreciate their relationship as he does. He should have seen it really, he did propose a truce like it was nothing, to him it must be maybe he has truces with multiple other bots! Megatron shakes his helm, now is not the time to get jealous over Optimus possible other truces.

“Ahh! You tiny menace!!! Get off!” he hears Starscream yelling.

“Where is he?” Optimus asks in a serious tone he knows too well, it means Prime is really determined to get to him, he can almost see the determined glow in his slightly narrowed optics.

“in there!” Starscream answers and Megatron groans, another betray to add to the ever growing list.

“Get out! I don’t want to talk with you” Megatron growls.

“than just listen please” Optimus pleads “I don’t want to fight as enemies Because I don’t want to be enemies!!”

Megatron sighs shakily, he wants peace, of course Optimus wants peace! So he can go on with his life and leave Megatron behind in the dust, then forget all about him… no.. he can’t let that happen, even if he has to continue their war forever!!! If Optimus doesn’t want him than so be it, but he’ll make sure he wakes up everyday thinking about him and his evil plans!

“and we would do what? Hold hands and raise a happy little family? Face it Prime, conflict and fighting are the basis of our relationship if there is no fighting there is no relationship!!” Megatron yells.

“Urgh, you both are insufferable” Starscream complains.

“uhm… if you two don’t mind.. there is a sparring area you two could take and fight there, we need this storage closet” another voice pipes in.

Megatron feels his face plates heat up at the thought, being able to fight Prime at any time he wants without having to start a war or insult him into violence. Megatron covers his face with his servos, the offer is tempting as any offer involving Optimus is but it wouldn’t be right, it would be too intimate and Optimus doesn’t want to fight him either way, he made it quite clear their relationship is one sided.

Optimus’ lack of answer implies he had a similar reaction to Megatron, more shuffling can be heard from outside “I am willing if you are too” Optimus responds, his voice lower and shy, at least he understands how much of a big deal it is.

Megatron looks up at the door confused, he stares it down as if he stared hard enough he would be able to see though it and face Optimus behind it. He doesn’t understand, he wants to fight yet doesn’t want to be enemies? It doesn’t make sense to Megatron. He gets up and approaches the door carefully “you.. want to fight me?” he asks hesitantly.

“yes, I would like to” Optimus says, he hears the voice move closer and can almost hear Optimus’ venting, he must have walked closer to the door too.

“I don’t think I understand..” Megatron admits with some difficulty, he hates this feeling of vulnerability “you want to fight yet doesn’t want to be enemies? How?”

“People have spars all the time Megatron and they aren’t all enemies” Optimus answers with some humor.

Megatron huffs “you know this is different” he explains “what other bots do doesn’t compare to what we do and you know it!”

Optimus sighs weakly, he speaks but his voice is shy and unsure “I know.. but maybe we could try sparring? We don’t have to be allies to not be enemies, and if you don’t like it we could go back to how it was before”

Megatron freezes, another proposal so soon!? He jerks back, how can Optimus be so shameless and yet still be treated like such a saint by his troops? Megatron gapes at the door, his spark beats faster and his faceplates heats up like a furnace. He takes a few deep vents to recover from the shock, this level of intimacy should not be allowed! It is a weakness!! He reminds himself yet the words don’t change the fact his spark beats happily at the idea and for once he decides to listen to it.

“I.. fine! I will accept your... proposal” Megatron mumbles shakily, he covers his face in embarrassment glad Optimus can’t see how he blushed deeply.

Starscream groans loudly “great now get out! I’m gonna purge if you continue with this sentimental slag”

Megatron jerks towards the sound, who does he think he is to order him around? He quickly opens the door, Optimus immediately notices his furious optics and walks to the side, giving him room to get to his target. Megatron engages his thrusters and flies directly to Starscream, the seeker is startled and screeches “Ah!! Not again!” He moves his servos wildly in self defense. Megatron tries to avoid them but the seeker manages to catch him with a servo, snatching him out of the air.

“Hah! Not so tough now are you? It was too easy!!” Starscream says shaking the Megatron in his servos “I should be the leader of the Decepticons!”

Megatron rolls his optics, spending time near the giants he learned a trick or two to stop them from picking him up, it’s about time Starscream learns that. He shifts closer to the servo and bites hard on the wrist joint, he knows it’s a sensitive spot and his size allows for easy access. The seeker yelps loudly and releases him, he lands majestically on the ground, like nothing even happened “No Starscream from any dimension will ever order me around!” he points a servo in the seeker’s direction “it would do you well to learn that”

He turns back and notices Optimus staring, a faint blush can be seen peeking from under the mask his optics glowing bright and beautiful. Megatron rolls his optics “come before I change my mind” Megatron crosses his arms and walks ahead. of course he wouldn’t change his mind with his spark beating so insistently, but right now he has a reputation to keep and the last thing he wants is for bots to think he is a common whore who is easily swayed by sparring.

They reach the sparring area, Megatron feels his cannon already heating up with anticipation. He turns to Optimus and the only warning he gives is a smirk and a flash of his optics before he tackles the mech to the ground. They grapple enthusiastically, rolling around on the ground like idiots, never causing any major damage to avoid ending the fight too soon.

Today there will be no retreat, no goal to achieve, nothing to overwrite their simple desire and love for confrontation. He loves fighting Optimus! So much he could shout it to the universe, let them all know he is Optimus’ ONLY arch nemesis!

Their strong stances born of millions of years of experience, of knowing each other so intimately they might as well be one. Their servos finding the other’s more often than they find plating, swinging and meeting in a whirlwind of limbs. Optimus conveys his regret with his moves, Megatron openly accepts the silent apology. Their fight is a dance and a conversation, it’s about knowing the other and yourself, it’s about orbiting their space and invading it when needed. They drown in each move until there is just them and nothing else, until they can see each other with their optics closed.

Megatron drops to the ground laughing and sees the Prime do the same, they lay next to each other both extremely exhausted. He notices the world around them has gone dark but doesn’t give it any mind, he instead turns to look at Optimus, his optics are dim with exhaustion and his vents cycle loudly as he tries to expel the excess heat. The plating previously impeccable is now full of tiny scratches and small dents, marks that he left on the Prime. Optimus turns to him and their optics meet, both happy and tired. Megatron sighs softly, drowning willingly into his gaze.

They never had this before, a moment for them both where they just stay drinking each other’s expressions in and relaxing after a good fight. It’s an intimate moment they share with each other, one that makes Megatron’s spark beat faster and his plating heat up. It’s a strangely pleasant feeling, like his body is preparing for battle without the anxiety of actually battling, Megatron never felt this before with any other bot, another reason why Optimus is so dangerous to him. He needs to make sure they can repeat this again, It could be a tactical advantage to have his enemy so close.

He raises a servo and runs it over Optimus’ chest, he doesn’t know why he does it but when he touches the plating feels like it burns against his servo, the Prime’s vents stop momentarily and he looks down at the servo startled. They are so very close… Megatron can feel his heat and leans even closer, their frames almost touching, maybe he should urge Optimus into another fight he doesn’t feel quite done yet. Optimus raises his servo and gently touches his face plate, Megatron’s vents hitch and his entire frame stiffens at the contact that isn’t a punch yet somehow feels better than a punch. Megatron furrows his brows, he probably likes it because it feels similar to a punch, yes that makes sense.

Optimus traces his thumb over Megatron’s cheeks and he feels himself relax into the caress, this is so strange but feels so good too. Megatron closes his optics and thinks it can only be a dream, he got exactly what he wanted, except taking over the universe but that’s a work in progress. It can only be a dream, this moment can only be a dream! He opens his optics again and looks at Optimus’ bright and blue ones, his gaze is gentle and there is something else there, a feeling Megatron can’t exactly decipher.

His optics widen and he turns when he hears someone loudly groaning, the servo touching him quickly retracts and he almost chases after the heat. The same vehicon from before still holding a broom is sitting on a chair, it looks like he has been there for a while “can you two please get out? I really wanna go recharge but I have to finish cleaning this room first! I already waited 3 hours!!”

Looking at his chronometer Megatron notices it’s already 1 am, they really spent that long grappling!? Megatron feels his face plate heating up, he completely forgot about everything else, his processor was entirely consumed by Prime. He tries to hide the blush with an angry scowl “than do your job already!”

Megatron gets up from the floor with as much dignity as he can, which isn’t much, and speed walks out of the room. He hears Optimus’ shy steps behind him, they walk a few hallways in silence. There is nothing to say that hasn’t already been said I their spar, yet it seems Optimus wishes to prolong their time together. Megatron quickly glances towards the Prime, he too has a faint blush barely visible above his mask “something else Prime?” he stops to ask, turning towards the increasingly nervous mech.

“I.. really liked today” Optimus states looking to the side embarrassed.

Megatron huffs “it was acceptable” he tries to conjure as much disdain into his voice as he can but the way Optimus optics light up indicates he saw right though it, so much for keeping his reputation.

“can we do it again?” Optimus asks hesitantly.

“tomorrow 7 am” Megatron states and turns away, he knows Optimus will be there and he can’t wait for it.

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Fighting has become a recurring thing for them, their grappling only becomes more and more heated, unfortunately he never gets to touch Megatron again like they did the first time but they still touch plenty when fighting, sometimes even finding excuses to touch more. Optimus feels this is a good development for their relationship and maybe, just maybe, he has a chance with the warlord.

Ratchet has called him a love sick fool many times since he got here but if he saw him now he would certainly smack him in the helm. Out of all his dumb ideas to seduce Megatron picking up flowers was certainly the worse of them. He walks around on a plains looking over tiny flowers trying to look for any that are big and pretty enough, he knows Megatron doesn’t like organic stuff but he can’t exactly reach Cybertron to pick up the flowers there so these will have to do, or at least he hopes they work.

Optimus knows there is something the humans call flower language, it is a fascinating subject but unfortunately he didn’t look much into it, he regrets that now. Looking around it was hard to choose a flower that would match Megatron, something that can tell the mech how much he cares and feels for him. In truth he doesn’t even know if it’s a good idea, Megatron is a harsh mech but from what he witnessed of him he is almost certain the mech likes him back, but with Megatron you can never be certain. His emotions are hard to read even to Optimus, at times he wonder if the mech himself understands them.

Looking down he notices some pretty red flowers, he kneels down moving closer to the flowers, they have a pleasant smell, he hopes Megatron likes them. They are big enough to make a cybertronian sized bouquet and the color reminds him of Megatron’s optics. He picks some up, he might be able to mix some other colors to make it more diverse.

He holds the flowers gently trying not to break them, their petals switch to an orange coloration at the middle that makes them beautiful to look at. Optimus walks around still holding them, he fears if he puts them in his subspace they’ll break so it’s safer like this. He quickly wonders what a silly image he must make to anyone looking, him Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots, walking around picking up flowers for his nemesis.

Another flower catches his optics, it’s a beautiful shade of purple that seems to near a deep blue in more lighted places, he nears them and keels down looking for big ones to add to the bouquet. Their smell blends in perfectly with the other flowers he picked, he smiles down at them, he really hopes Megatron likes them because they are beautiful.

He arranges them carefully to mix the purple flowers with the red ones in an eye catching way, once he is satisfied with their positions he returns to his search. Maybe one more type of flower and he is done, he looks around and finds a hidden gem among the other flowers. It’s some orange flowers, unremarkable by themselves but their shades would nicely complement the red flowers he picked first, it too would make the purple ones stand out and he knows Megatron likes purple so it’s perfect.

Optimus picks them up smiling under his mask, the bouquet will look beautiful with these colors. He begins walking back arranging them on his way to base, he makes sure to keep the purple ones evenly spread though the bouquet so that everywhere he looks there is a purple flower to be found, he puts the orange ones next to the red ones so their matching colors can be better appreciated, he finishes it up by tying it all together. He arrives at base just as he finishes arranging the bouquet, he briefly greets the bots here, he opens the ground bridge and goes in.

Ever since the truce started they’ve had a direct connection to the nemesis so they can ground bridge there more easily, Ratchet still prefers to keep the base location a secret so most things are made on the nemesis. He is greeted by the purple walls and the quiet humming of the ship. He walks down the hallway looking for Megatron, at this time the warlord should be in the bridge so he heads there immediately, ignoring the confused stares of the bots he passes by.

On the bridge Megatron is easily the first thing he sees, ever imposing, he takes all the space in the room even when everyone else is bigger. Optimus tries not to be intimidated by the stares he receives, it’s not everyday you see the leader of the Autobots approach the leader of the Decepticons with a bouquet in servos. The warlord looks him over curiously, optics narrowing when he notices the flowers. Optimus shivers under the gaze and tries to keep a neutral face but fear starts to plague him, what if Megatron doesn’t like it? What if he doesn’t feel the same? Optimus bravely presents the flowers to the warlord, the room goes eerily silent as every other mech stares expectantly.

Megatron’s optics widen for a second as he realizes the flowers are for him, he inches closer and carefully inspects the bouquet, his optics fly from the purple, red and orange flowers taking in every detail. He takes a deep vent analyzing their scent, his optics narrow never leaving the bouquet, the flicker of a smile spears on his faceplate but it disappears just as quickly. Optimus begins second guessing his decision, that calculating gaze is the one Megatron makes when he is planning, while beautiful it is also dangerous.

Megatron gently takes the flowers from his servos, Optimus gives them to him while trying hard not to start shivering. The warlord stares them down, then slowly turns to Optimus, the look in his optics is soft but confused “what is this supposed to be?” he asks harshly but the soft look doesn’t go away completely, it is only hidden behind the usual anger.

“uhm.. it’s a bouquet...” Optimus answers dumbly, he doesn’t know what Megatron was expecting as an answer, like seriously.. who doesn’t know what a bouquet is?

“yes I can see that” Megatron rolls his optics “but what do you expect to gain from this?” He points at the flowers in his other servo.

Optimus doesn’t know how to answer, he wasn’t expecting much, maybe a thank you? He isn’t sure what he expected Megatron’s reaction to be just that it wouldn’t be this. Megatron furrows his eyebrows, staring intently at him “you thought simple flowers would be enough to seduce me!?” Megatron snorts loudly and Optimus flinches back looking down ashamed, Megatron clearly doesn’t feel the same way he does, it was foolish of him to believe he had a chance.

Megatron huffs and walks out of the room with the bouquet in his servos, the smile in his face must be sarcastic, another way to mock Optimus feelings. Multiple bots groan loudly and complain, Optimus doesn’t hear them he is too busy processing the rejection. Ratchet is right Megatron will never admit any feelings because he doesn’t feel anything for him. He walks away quietly, avoiding any bots on his way. He doesn’t know where he is going but he can’t stay there.

He walks the halls randomly for a few hours and sees Megatron enter his own room with the flowers in servos, put carefully inside a metal pot, Optimus looks away not wanting to be mocked anymore. Of course Megatron is going to keep them, he’ll probably laugh at them, he must be laughing at them right now!! He walks away quickly hopefully the warlord didn’t see him. He sees Ratchet approaching and locks himself inside the first room he spots, which just happened to be the same closed Megatron locked himself in before.

“Optimus are you alright?” Ratchet asks knocking gently on the door “I’m worried I’ve heard some bots say you looked upset”

“you were right..” Optimus whispers, curling into a tight ball “he doesn’t want me. Not how I do”

“Optimus… he is so in love with you it’s the most absurd thing I’ve ever seen, what I said was that he won’t admit it! He is too stubborn for that!!” Ratchet explains groaning tiredly.

“You don’t have to say that to make me feel better” Optimus says low and defeated, he doesn’t want lies to make him feel better.

Multiple bots groan behind the door, he can hear whispered by someone else “tell Megatron he was sparring with someone else it’ll work”

Optimus curls tighter, maybe Megatron won’t even care, maybe if he had someone else to fight he wouldn’t even want to fight him. The noises outside ceases as small but none the less hurried pedes can be heard storming from the hallway “WHERE IS HE?” Megatron growls.

“in there” Ratchet states simply, Optimus never expected the medic to be the one to betray him.

The loud steps of the enraged warlord approaches the door, he knocks aggressively at it “get out!”

“No” Optimus responds weakly.

Megatron huffs “you give me flowers than go behind my back fight other bots? What are you even trying? What is this supposed to mean?”

“I’m not fighting anyone” Optimus replies.

Megatron snarls “DON’T LIE TO ME, SOUNDWAVE SAID… wait..” sounds of shuffling can be heard “SOUNDWAVE YOU BETRAYED ME TOO?”

“Megatron’s Pining: Unbearable” the officer answers somewhere outside.

“I DO NOT PINE” Megatron growls, the sounds of his thrusters can be heard from outside. Optimus can already imagine the angry look in his face plate.

“Do not bite Soundwave” Soundwave speaks in an almost desperate voice “Soundwave: not at fault for your pinning”

“aaaaa” Soundwave doesn’t scream but it was clearly supposed to be one, instead it sounds more like he glitched while saying the letter A.

Megatron huffs “don’t lie to me again!” he approaches the door again “stop sulking Optimus it doesn’t suit you”

“but.. you didn’t like my flowers” Optimus responds with a sad voice.

Megatron snorts “I’m a Decepticon I don’t like flowers, even if they are pretty, the colors tastefully picked and smell good”

Optimus leans closer to the door “you liked the colors?” he asks weakly.

“OF COURSE I DID!” Megatron responds angrily “it was an amazing color combination that I would really like IF I DID like flowers” he clears his vocalizer “but since I don’t… I.. appreciate it slightly less”

“oh..” Optimus sighs defeated again.

“BUT IT DOESN’T MEAN I DON’T APPRECIATE THEM” Megatron explains desperately.

“oh!” Optimus perks up “so you liked them!”

“NO! DIDN’T YOU JUST HEAR ANYTHING I SAID?” Megatron complains, multiple bots groan in the background including Soundwave.

Optimus opens the door smiling under his mask, Megatron does like the flowers! Megatron rolls his optics “fine believe whatever you want” he says harshly but his optics are soft, he turns around and leaves. Looking back at it, it was silly of him to believe Megatron didn’t like his flowers, he must have been so anxious he didn’t notice the very clear clues that he did! Optimus sighs softly, so he still has a chance!!

The bots around them look at each other with tired and worn faces, even Soundwave looks tired.

“If I have to presence their pinning one more time will jump off this ship!!” Starscream screeches.

“Hardly a bad thing since you can fly” Ratchet responds grabbing one of the bottles of high grade on the table between them, around him multiple Decepticons and sit together sharing high grade and complaining about their leaders. He drinks from the bottle and continues “they’re bad for my mental health”

“they’re bad for everyone’s mental health’s!!” Starscream complains.

Ratchet hums in agreement, Soundwave turns to him “new plan?” Ratchet sighs defeated “nothing we do works, they are oblivious like a pile of rocks” Multiple bots groan.

The door opens and they all turn startled towards the sound, Ratchet’s optics widen when he sees Shockwave walk in. The scientist walks to the table, grabs a bottle and downs it instantly, he takes a seat next to Soundwave and holds his helm in his servos in defeat, a feeling they all mirror.

“Something: happened?” Soundwave asks putting a servo on Shockwave’s shoulder.

Shockwave remains silent for a moment more, he grabs another bottle drinks a little then looks up at the other bots, they all stare intently at the scientist. What could have happened to bother Shockwave so much?

“Megatron walked into my lab” Shockwave makes a stop to take another sip “he had a bouquet in his servo, naturally I was confused and asked about it” Soundwave pets his arm encouraging him to go on, Shockwave looks reluctant but continues “he said Prime gave it to him”

Shockwave shakes his helm “he asked if I could make a flower pot that would preserve them forever” multiple bots groan at that and Ratchet takes a big gulp from his bottle “told him I could but asked why?”

Shockwave stops and looks down “Megatron acted strange and explained he would hold them as hostages” he takes a big sip finishing the bottle and reaching out for another “they are so… illogical”

Many bots nod in agreement with Shockwave, Autobots and Decepticons all agreeing with each other on this.

“we should put them on a leach!” someone says on the back.

“Already tried” Ratchet says and hears Soundwave say something similar, he turns and raises an eyebrow at the officer.

“Megatron: disappears when not looking” Soundwave explains “Soundwave: unsure how”

“try keeping watch of him then!!” Starscream says “we all need the break”

“Soundwave: already tried” Soundwave explains shaking his helm “Megatron: disappears in a blink”

“what about you Autobot, how can you not keep Optimus still?” Knockout asks.

“Try denying something to him while he does his googly optics at you” Ratchet crosses his arms “I doubt anyone could”

“what if we tried keeping them from each other?” Starscream says and immediately receives a smack in the helm from Ratchet.

“do you really want Megatron to bite you any more than he already does?” Ratchet exclaims.

“Soundwave: already tried” Soundwave says with a tired voice “Megatron: finds Optimus within 5 minutes”

“Wait really?” Ratchet turns asking, Soundwave nods as confirmation.

“Soundwave: tried keeping Megatron busy, Megatron: claims he must leave, disappears then finds Optimus” Soundwave takes the bottle from Shockwave’s servo and drinks from it “Megatron: says he has to keep watch in case of ‘Autobot plans’”

Knockout groans and takes a big drink from a bottle next to him “is that what they’re calling staring at each other’s afts now?”

Ratchet sighs and nods, he does remember Optimus making a similar excuse before seeking Megatron for their daily pinning session. Soundwave nods too “Soundwave: believes they must have a compass always turned to each other’s direction”

“wouldn’t be surprised if they did” Ratchet sighs and takes a drink finishing his bottle.

Everyone groans, how can these smaller and seemingly inoffensive versions of their leaders somehow be worse than the big ones? Somehow the tiny versions of them make them miss their old bosses.

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Megatron never expected Optimus to actually try seducing him, he smiles down at the flowers the Prime gave him, they are truly tastefully chosen and smell really good too, he kept them right next to his berth so he sees them every time he wakes up. They continue with their sparring daily and it’s the best part of the day every time, their fights aren’t even necessarily harsh but the aftermath has grown on Megatron. Laying lazily next to Optimus Baskin in his presence, he never felt like this for any other bot and it scares him but whenever Optimus looks at him like that it makes it all worth it.

They haven’t touched again, Megatron still doesn’t truly understand what drove him to do it in the first time but he holds back now, Even though Optimus’ presence became a tease as if his frame expects something that even Megatron doesn’t know what. He sighs tiredly, it’s became common occurrence to feel things that confuse him or that he can’t even place. It’s frustrating but every time he gets what he wants it’s like scratching an itch he never noticed he had, he has his suspicions about why Optimus is doing this to him but nothing is confirmed so far.

Today is another day he has to figure out what is this effect Optimus seems to have on him, another chance to find out what the Prime wants to gain from his teasing. So far Megatron guessed it might be an Autobot plot to either drive him mad or make him submit to a peace treaty but as he mentioned before he hasn’t gotten any confirmation for these suspicions, only more teasing from Optimus. He huffs, who would have known the Prime could be such a tease?

He slowly slides off the berth, he can’t miss their daily sparring sessions because he spent his morning thinking in berth. He walks out of the room and moves to Soundwave’s office to drink his morning energon, since there is no cube small enough for him he goes there so he doesn’t have to be in anyone else’s presence when eating. He flies up and gets on the table besides Soundwave, the mech doesn’t even look his way he just raises a cube with one servo while working with his other one.

Soundwave is for once completely focused on his work. Megatron relaxes, about time he quitted the stalking it was getting weird. He brings his makeshift chair closer, it’s just a broken human motorcycle, its chassis is bent at weird angles to make something that resembles a seat. Adapting to this universe seemed harder at first but he and Optimus have gotten used to it, it could be said they even thrive in this environment, they always have been resourceful so dodging the clumsy giants here isn’t as much an issue as he had thought.

Megatron gets a straw from Soundwave and takes a seat, he drinks quickly so he can go already to his sparring with Optimus, his chronometer says it’s 6:38 am he needs to be done by 6:46 otherwise he will get there 1 minute later than the usual time, which is unacceptable!! He refuses to be late! Megatron sips the drink as fast as he can while watching the chronometer. He narrows his optics 6:43.. 6:44..6:45….6:46 he jerks up and abandons his cube, he jumps down from the table and bolts to the exit, paying no attention to the startled Soundwave he left behind.

Megatron runs through the halls avoiding the pedes of the larger bots with expert precision, he turns the final corner just as the chronometer pings 6:58, he spots on the other side of the hallway Optimus coming with the same rush. Megatron smirks and walks calmly forwards, pretending he didn’t just run though the entire ship to get here on time.

“So eager now Optimus? I wonder what could have you so hurried” Megatron says in a teasing tone, he keeps a playful smirk to mess with Optimus. They walk towards each other and meet in the middle of the hallway, the training room to their side left forgotten as they stare into each other’s optics.

Optimus rolls his optics, Megatron doesn’t even bother feeling insulted, too busy analyzing Optimus’ blue optics and how bright they glow. His gaze lowers moving to the Prime’s mask, he looks about where would be his dermas. What do they look like? Are they soft or maybe covered in scars?

The Prime clears his vocalizer and Megatron snaps back to reality turning back up to look at his optics “I wanted to do a warm up first” Optimus says, he keeps his optics confident but Megatron notices some hesitance behind them.

Megatron tilts his helm slightly to the side, enough of a question for Optimus to understand. He is always ready for battle so doing warmups are redundant to him, he assumed the same for Optimus but maybe he was wrong, which isn’t often. He looks Optimus up an down, he looks battle ready to him.

Optimus nods, his optics hesitant but hopeful, with a glint Optimus’ optics have whenever he is about to get what he wants “I really like shooting and I really wanted to go to the shooting range”

Megatron huffs and turns away, he wants to fight Optimus and shooting doesn’t often include fist fights. When he turns his helm back to Optimus he is settled on denying the idea but he is immediately greeted by Optimus googly optics, it’s adorable. Megatron stares fixated at it for a whole minute before he shakes his helm and snaps out, focus! Don’t let him win so easily!! He narrows his optics and raises his helm with a defiant face, he will not be tamed so easily!

Unfortunately for him Optimus’ googly optics switch to his sad and defeated ones that are even worse, the Prime looks down defeated and his shoulders slumped and optics dim. He looks so small and pathetic it makes Megatron want to hold him tight enough to crush him in his grip. Megatron sighs defeated, fine! As long as he doesn’t get any more of Optimus sad optics they can go to the shooting range.

The Prime’s expression switches like the turn of a key and he is immediately beaming at him, Megatron rolls his optics and tries to ignore the confusing feelings he gets from that look. Megatron turns and walk ahead to the direction of this shooting range, damn Optimus and his expressive blue optics! If it wasn’t for those looks he would have won the war already!! He sneaks a glance behind him and Optimus still has the overwhelmingly happy look that makes Megatron’s spark skip a beat, if the looks are already effecting him so much imagine the effects they would have if Optimus removed the mask. Megatron shivers at the thought, if Optimus learns of that he is doomed.

They arrive at the shooting range, as usual everything inside the room is huge. There is a tall table like division to separate the area with the targets, Megatron can easily fly up there but Optimus can’t fly, so it would be much harder for him to get there. He turns towards Optimus and notices the thoughtful look in his faceplate, it makes him truly look like the Autobot leader he is.

“I might need some help getting up there” Optimus says analyzing the height of their obstacle, it was indeed too tall and steep to climb and with nothing near by to use for help Optimus is at Megatron’s mercy. The Prime turns back at him with an expectant look in his optics.

Megatron freezes when Optimus moves closer, they’ll have to touch again, he doesn’t know if he is ready for the emotional onslaught of touching Optimus. The Prime looks at him with soft and gentle optics, trying to comfort and reassure him. Megatron huffs and turns his helm away, he needs no comfort from Optimus but the look on his nemesis’ face remains and Megatron is strongly tempted to give in.

He takes a bold step forward, their frames almost touch and he can feel the heat radiating from Optimus, Megatron feels his knees weak and his vents increase as if just the proximity alone is enough to deregulate his frame’s entire function. He feels this to some extent when they fight, especially now that they commonly spar but there is something more to touching without trying to hurt the other, Megatron isn’t ready to tackle whatever this feeling really means. Why does everything involving Optimus has to be so confusing?

His servos hesitantly raise and touch the sides of Optimus frame, he feels the Prime shiver under the touch and feels himself do the same. The heat from Optimus’ frame seeps into his servos and it feels like he is burning, yet he doesn’t want to let go, like his entire frame is freezing cold and Optimus is his only heat source. He grabs tight on Optimus’ hips and pulls him closer, their frames meet and the intensity of the heat increases, suddenly it feels like he is in a inferno but he can't step away. Megatron looks to the side to avoid the Prime’s gaze, he engages his thrusters and Optimus’ servos fly up to hold his shoulders, so close to his helm he can feel the heat reach his faceplate, or maybe he is just blushing, he can’t tell.

They fly upwards in silence, Megatron Ignores Optimus’ faceplate in favor of focusing on their path, it’s the hardest thing he ever did. They touch down on top of the table still holding on to one another, Megatron resists no longer and turns to look at Optimus’ face, he is met by bright hopeful optics and a look he cannot decipher. They remain frozen in place holding on to one another, Megatron can’t seem to bring himself to pull out, the warmth is so inviting he has to resist the desire to curl closer to Optimus. Megatron looks down at their joined frames, his faceplate heats impossibly more when he realizes how close they are, their frames are touching from their pedes to chestplate, their faces are only separated by centimeters.

Megatron jerks back quickly, the separation makes his whole frame shiver, he feels like he is freezing and he has to resist the urge to return to Optimus. He turns away to hide his blush, he looks at the targets on the other side of the room, like the mechs here they are huge and would be easy to hit for them.

Optimus hums “no point in shooting those” he moves closer to a control panel, the buttons are about as big as his entire servo, Optimus presses one of them that makes the targets closer go away and the furthest ones appear “now that’s better”

The Prime turns back to face him with a noticeable smile hidden behind his mask “how about a challenge?”

Megatron narrows his optics and crosses his arms “you think you can beat me?”

Optimus’ optics brighten with a determined look Megatron is very familiar with “I know I can” Optimus kicks a button that makes the targets move and a countdown of 2 minutes starts.

They both turn at the same time towards the targets, Optimus pulls his rifle and Megatron aims his cannon, they both start shooting and keep mental count of their hits. A loud noise marks the end of the countdown and they both cease their shots, they turn to each other and Megatron notices the happy expression in Optimus’ face, he really does like shooting things.

“I got 32” Optimus says moving the rifle to grip it with both his servos, Megatron’s optics fly to the weapon and for a moment he wished to be in its place. He still feels the leftover heat from the touch and the cold now feels oppressive on his frame.

“a coincidence because I got 32 as well” Megatron replies crossing his arms.

“looks like we’ll need to have a rematch” Optimus already moves to press the button, servo gripping the rifle’s grip so tight Megatron can’t help but remember the times he was griped in the same way, he almost misses it when the timer starts. He shoots 22 targets now, his gaze kept wandering to Optimus and that concentrated look on his faceplate, the way he gripped the rifle and pulled the trigger, the way his optics searched for the next target. Megatron felt his frame so unnaturally cold, maybe it’s a medical issue? He should look into it later.

“got 35 now” Optimus turns to him, optics burning even brighter, it makes Megatron’s vents stutter and his spark beats faster, he must be sick it’s the only explanation!

“got 35 too” he lies like the liar he is, Optimus makes a surprised face but then goes determined, his grip hardens even more making Megatron glare at the rifle, never before had he even been so jealous of an inanimate object.

“Than we go again!” Optimus exclaims kicking the button to start again, his stance changes immediately to his battle stance and his faceplate hardens in concentration, he raises the gun with his warm steady servos that should be holding Megatron not this pitiful excuse for a weapon! Megatron doesn’t even try, he fires 2 shots then gives up completely to just look at Optimus as he shoots each target with deadly precision.

Optimus turns back when the time ends and looks confused at him. Megatron finally snaps out of his trance and notices he was staring at Optimus like a fool, the Prime raises an eyebrow and Megatron only huffs turning away, he doesn’t fully understand why he is so bothered by that gun. He opens his intake but no sound leaves, he doesn’t even know what he wanted to say.

“are you alright?” Optimus asks with a worried expression, he approaches carefully but doesn’t get close enough. Megatron glances at the rifle again, he glares at it as if willing it to break under his gaze. Megatron blinks twice then smirks as a plan starts to form in his mind.

“Ah it seems I didn’t eat all my breakfast so I’m feeling unwell” Megatron lowers his eyebrows and makes his optics dimmer to give himself a pitiful appearance. Optimus looks him up and down, he nods slowly falling for Megatron’s trap.

“I’ll call Ratchet to bring you a cube” Optimus says with an understanding expression, he places the rifle on the floor and moves his servo up to make the comm. Megatron doesn’t waste a second more, he moves out of sight and removes the rifle’s power supply, without that it won’t work. Megatron grins and puts the piece away in his subspace.

“Forget about it Prime I feel better already!” Megatron exclaims from behind the Prime making him startle surprised in his direction.

Optimus raises an eyebrow at him and analyses him, Megatron smiles sheepishly at him which makes Optimus narrow his optics. Optimus stops the comm and approaches Megatron suspiciously “what did you do?” he asks like Megatron is a naughty sparkling who may or may not have sabotaged his gun.

“why Optimus? Can’t a Decepticon stand around without causing trouble?” Megatron continues smiling sheepishly hoping it will draw away Optimus attention, it doesn’t. The Prime looks down at his rifle than back up at him, Megatron sighs defeated “I just thought a bot like you deserved a better weapon”

“And what weapon exactly would that be?” Optimus asks furrowing his optics further, he looks around curiously but the only weapons around are too big for them, he crosses his arms with a skeptical look “if you just sabotaged my rifle to win the competition I’ll be pretty mad”

Megatron looks away, he could say it was just a plan to win the competition but then he wouldn’t get to be held in Optimus’ servos. He closes his optics and sighs, he looks back at Optimus determined to get what he wants “you truly think this pitiful thing is worth anything? I bet it jammed and malfunctioned all the time, you should be grateful I got rid of it for you”

“Megatron..” Optimus warns with a serious face.

Megatron huffs, fine! No talking around this one, he’ll have to go straight to the point “and besides we both know I have much more fire power”

Optimus optics widen in a mix of surprise and disbelief, he opens his intake and blurts some static before speaking actual words “you.. want me to...”

Megatron answers it only with a satisfied smirk, he approaches Optimus and once he is close enough he transforms unceremoniously, trusting the Prime to hold him on time and not let him fall to the floor. He feels a warm servo envelop him like a soft blanket, Optimus thumb rubs his side and he shivers at the touch. Yes! YES! Optimus slides a digit to touch his trigger another one traces his side. Megatron can’t stop himself, his frame shivers visibly as he purrs, basking in the attention from his nemesis.

Optimus brings him closer so he hears loud and clear as he whispers “shall we continue then?”

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Another dimension, he is in another dimension. The mechs here are laughably weak and small, they’re like ants at his pedes, he could easily expand his conquest here if he found a way back but as it stands he still doesn’t know how he got here in the first place. He’ll have to talk with this universe’s Shockwave and hope he isn’t an idiot like most of the other bots he met, but to get there he will have to face his biggest challenge yet, the Decepticon base doorways.

“Uhh.. think you can fit there big guy?” Skywarp asks looking from Megatron to the doorway.

Megatron ignores the seeker in favor of analyzing the door, it’s so small he doubts he could fit his arm in there, so small in fact it looks like it was made for minicons. The entire base looks like it was made for minicons, it doesn’t help that the he had to literally crawl to get through the base entrance, and the biggest doorways means he still has to crouch down so he doesn’t get stuck halfway through. Not even just the hallways are the issue EVERYTHING IS! He is currently crouched uncomfortably because the room is too small, and he can’t even move too much or his shoulder pads will get stuck on something!

Megatron growls and turns to Soundwave “is this the only way to Shockwave?” he points to the narrow door, he nearly knocks a table down in his movement, the officer only nods in silence and Megatron snarls angrily “than bring him to me!”

The officer walks calmly into the room, many mechs here are completely different from the versions he knows but Soundwave is the same Soundwave except with some differences in his appearance. There are some differences with the Autobots too, first being that there are more of them And second they are not hiding from the humans but actually openly working together with them.

“so lord Megatron’s great plan is just to ask Shockwave’s help?” Starscream huffs.

Megatron narrows his optics, no matter where or what dimension he is in, it seems Starscream never changes. He reaches his servo and swats the seeker to the side like the insect he is, the hit must have been harder than he thought because the mech goes flying to the other side of the room, crashing loudly on some furniture.

“I would prefer if you didn’t destroy my lab because of Starscream” he hears a new voice joining in, he is startled and bumps his helm on the ceiling causing yet another hole in it. He looks in the mech’s direction and sees Soundwave with Shockwave next to him.

Megatron hums “it seems I am in need of your expertise Shockwave, do you happen to know a way to travel dimensions”

“not at the moment but I will research” Shockwave answers, he looks up at the new holes Megatron made on the ceiling “I suggest we hold further discussion and planning outside our base, otherwise I fear for its structural integrity”

Megatron narrows his optics, if it were anyone else he would have killed them but it’s Shockwave so he will let this slip. He turns around to face yet another doorway, this one slightly bigger and full or scratch marks that he made on his way in. Megatron moves forward only to stop as he hears a loud crash, he looks to the side and notices his shoulder hit yet another piece of furniture and turned it over. He sighs, Shockwave is right he can’t keep coming here, he’ll break the whole building.

He tries moving sideways but it makes one of his shoulders press into wall and scrape over it with a loud metallic noise, he winces and tries slowly inching to another angle but it makes him bump his elbow on a table. He growls, scrap this universe full of minicons! He just wants to go back, forget about conquest it’s not worth it.

“I can always teleport you out” Skywarp says from behind him “it would cause less damage than this”

Megatron growls at him, he doesn’t dare turn in his direction so he doesn’t flip any more tables “and risk you Teleporting me into a wall?”

“It was just one time! I’ll get it right this time” Skywarp exclaims. Megatron rolls his optics and doesn’t answer, he focuses back on the task at hand, getting to the doorway.

He looks around and switches to an angle he is almost certain won’t break anything of create holes on the walls, he slowly walks forwards and stops by the door. He gets down on a knee and holds the sides of the doorway, he can easily fit his helm though it’s the entire rest of his body that’s the issue. He inches closer, nothing fell over so it’s a good sign, he puts his head through and tries going in sideways so his shoulders don’t get stuck on the door, the moment he moves forward thinking he made it his left shoulder scrapes on the ceiling from his odd position. He snarls and moves forward anyways ignoring the loud metallic noise he makes as he goes through the doorway.

One done 5 more to go. Megatron sighs this part is even worse, he is in a hallway that is even tighter than the room before, the purple walls are lined with gray scrapes from when he made his way in, there is no way around it, every single position will scrape a part of his frame on the wall. He notices Soundwave walking between his legs, the mech goes ahead and awaits for Megatron to continue on his way though the hallway “what can you tell me about the Autobots here?” Megatron asks, more to distract himself from the gymnastics he’ll have to do than to actually get information. Soundwave sends a comm to him with each Autobot’s file, he reads them over trying not to wince at the loud scraping noise from his shoulders. He can only hope Prime is going through something similar if not worse.

Megatron makes it out alive and the building didn’t collapse, truly the biggest Decepticon victory so far into the war. He sighs and turns to Soundwave who kept at his side the whole way through “you said we have the location of their base, then why haven’t we attacked?”

 Soundwave switches the pede he stands on awkwardly “today is a Saturday” he states as if it makes any sense.

Megatron raises an eyebrow, Soundwave looks up at him confused as if “Saturday” was supposed to mean anything to him, Soundwave clears his vocalizer and continues “Decepticons: only attack on Tuesdays” he continues “Decepticons: only try to destroy the world on Wednesdays, Saturdays: reserved for Megatron’s attempts at murdering Optimus”

Each word makes Megatron’s optics widen more and more, he raises a servo for Soundwave to stop “why.. WHO MADE THESE RULES?”

Soundwave stays quiet for a moment, watching him curiously “Megatron: did”

Megatron freezes for a moment he can’t think of what to say, he stares at Soundwave as if hoping he would say it’s a joke but he doesn’t, Soundwave doesn’t joke “then we are changing that.. are there any other rules I should be aware of?” he asks hesitantly.

Soundwave stops, staring at him with a tilted helm “Rule 34: No one touches Optimus other than Megatron, Rule 35: No one works on the Sunday especially not Megatron, Rule 36: No one interrupts Megatron’s fight with Optimus, Rule 37: No one talks about what happened in the cave, Rule 38: ignore Starscream if he asks about missing rust sticks, Rule 39: do not interrupt anyone’s break with work stuff especially not Megatron’s, Rule 40: No one talks about the Optimus clone, Rule 41…”

“Wait.. Optimus clone? Why would we have a clone of him?” Megatron asks confused, Soundwave stays deadly silent only staring up at him with the judging glare of a mech who knows all your sins. Megatron shivers feeling as if Soundwave is staring into his soul “forget about that, gather the Decepticons we attack at dust!”

Soundwave raises his servo to the side of his helm supposedly making a comm or multiple, he waits patiently for the mech to do his magic and just as expected Decepticons start to show up. Most of them look like they just woke up, Megatron raises an eyebrow at that, were they all sleeping or something?

“What is it?” Starscream complains, his trine is right behind him, he shoves a finger at Soundwave “this better be important, I was having my beauty sleep!!!” he turns to Megatron with a confused frown “And aren’t you supposed to be out on your Date...” Thundercracker immediately covers Starscream’s intake with a servo, the mech fights the hold but Skywarp quickly appears to aid Thundercracker on holding the other seeker down.

“FIGHT! He meant fight!” Thundercracker quickly corrects, Megatron raises an eyebrow is this a common confusion or just Starscream being obnoxious? He can’t tell.

Megatron turns to Soundwave with a questioning glance, Soundwave doesn’t even look in his direction which is enough confirmation that this is a common thing. Megatron clears his vocalizer “we will attack the Autobot base..” is all he gets to say before a multitude of bots groan and complain.

“But it’s our break!” a Constructicon complains loudly followed quickly by Starscream who managed to escape his trine’s grasp “I AM NOT GIVING UP MY BEAUTY SLEEP”

Megatron growls “ENOUGH” he feels himself seething at their insubordination “are you all not an army? Don’t we want to defeat the Autobots? Or you want to continue this war on forever?”

A Constructicon huffs and turns away “as long as I get my rest on the Saturdays and Sundays I’d be cool on continuing the war” other bots agree, and Megatron frowns even harder, he’ll have to remind them who is their leader!

He grabs the first bot he sees, which just so happened to be Starscream. The seeker squirms in his hold and looks up desperately at him “you will listen and obey or all of you will be crushed!!” Megatron emphasizes the threat by tightening his hold on Starscream who yelps loudly.

“look lord Megatron, no one is challenging your authority but we already have an arrangement that works…” Thundercracker tries to reason but Megatron only seethes more, he bares his fangs and slams his other servo on the floor causing the equivalent of a minor earthquake to the small bots around him “I DO NOT CARE ABOUT YOUR PREVIOUS ARRANGEMENTS! WHAT I SAY IS LAW AND YOU WILL OBEY IT”

The bots around flinch backwards scared, they glance at each other then back at Megatron. Soundwave approaches him and looks up questioningly “Megatron: has a plan?” Megatron grins maliciously.

Optimus sits awkwardly at the very small Autobot base, he can’t even keep his back straight or he will hit his helm on a lamp. The Autobots here are so different from the Autobots back home, they still have an innocence to them and a passion that wasn’t yet killed in the endless war, it makes Optimus wonder what is different other than their size for that to be so.

“so Optimus where you come from do they have this?” Jazz raises a tiny cube at him, Optimus has to squint to see what the mech holds in his servos, it’s a tiny cube of high grade.

“Uh. Yes but we don’t drink often” Optimus says looking them over, they are all so relaxed and happy as if they aren’t in the middle of a war “wouldn’t it be better to avoid drinks like these? The Decepticons could attack at any time”

A bot snorts loudly, Optimus turns in their direction it’s Ratchet, he crosses his arms “It’s a Saturday, nothing to worry about but your date”

“Oh!! that’s true shouldn’t you be getting ready? Megatron might be here any time now to ‘kidnap’ you” Bumblebee does air quotes when he says kidnap, Optimus frowns confused and tilts his helm.

“I.. don’t think I understand, Megatron is going to kidnap me for a date?” Optimus asks slowly as if testing the words.

“Yeah pretty much! but don’t tell him that, he would rather die than admit it’s a date not a murder attempt” Ratchet explains rolling his optics. Optimus frowns harder, a date? With Megatron!?

“What? Next you’re gonna say you don’t go out on dates with your Megatron” Jazz says sassily, noticing how Optimus face remains confused, he widens his optics and gasps “YOU DON’T GO OUT ON DATES WITH HIM!?”

“no I don’t…” Optimus replies, he looks around and notices them gaping “should I?” he asks hesitantly.

“ABSOLUTELY!” Bumblebee yells “he gets grumpier when you don’t go out on dates!”

“No wonder you say your Megatron is dangerous, he must be so pent up” Jazz exclaims with an empathetic voice “you can’t keep teasing a bot like that Optimus, that’s evil!!!”

Optimus stares at them, he is so confused, are they really saying Megatron tried to cyber form Earth because he was ‘pent up’ and ‘grumpy’? Optimus raises an eyebrow “you’re saying..” he turns to the side blushing “if I kiss him he won’t be as bad?”

Jazz startles back when he says kiss “woah woah! Calm down there big guy not so fast, if you kiss him you’ll give the mech a spark attack, we’re saying you should take him on a date”

“and what would a date entail?” Optimus asks tilting his helm to the side.

They all look at one another, some even hide their helms in their servos embarrassed “erh… we don’t know exactly” Bumblebee says “we tried asking but our Optimus never told us what exactly they did just that it didn’t involve kissing… or any other normal date stuff”

They all are startled when they hear a large transformation sequence, Optimus jumps up recognizing the sound immediately, he hits his helm on the lamp and breaks it completely “sorry” he mumbles before he goes out as quickly as he can without breaking anything else.

“Go there! We believe in you!!” Bumblebee exclaims from behind.

Optimus comes face to face with Megatron, their optics meet and they stare at each other. He barely pays attention to the other Decepticons behind him, they are small as well which makes it harder to see them. At the blink of an optic Megatron tackles him to the floor and they start grappling, the warlord laughs maniacally.

Starscream doesn’t know what’s worse, he didn’t manage to kill Megatron, his beauty sleep has been interrupted, or their leaders are fighting on the floor again and no one knows what to do. To be fair they did have a plan, but Starscream is pretty sure no one paid attention, it’s their break for Primus sake they are all sleepy and it’s 12 pm.

Jazz walks out of the Autobot base, he seem to notice the other Decepticons and approach confused “it’s Saturday”

Multiple Decepticons groan, they all look exhausted and Starscream can’t even try killing Megatron because he is huge now and he doubts he would do much damage, Skywarp says defeated “we know but a certain grumpy warlord didn’t care about our break”

 Starscream crosses his arms and frowns “I can’t believe I’m saying this but our Megatron is better than that one” he huffs pointing at the two leaders grappling on the floor “at least he understands the importance of my beauty sleep”

Skywarp hits him in the helm, he turns in his direction with an offended face “WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?”

“You told me, and I quote you ‘if I ever say something good about Megatron hit me in the helm’” Skywarp explains with a sassy look.

Starscream prepares to leap at him but the Autobot stops him, he turns to look angrily at the spy “calm down no need for all of this, here” Jazz raises a servo and gives each of them a cube, Starscream looks down and his optics shine bright when he realizes it’s high grade. Yes! He’s been needing this! He downs the entire cube in one big gulp.

The faction leaders fight in the background, oblivious to the temporary truce the Autobots and Decepticons reached, too busy with each other to notice that they completely forgot about any previous plan they had.

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Optimus can’t stop thinking about their time in the shooting range, how it felt to hold Megatron in his servos again. Now he wants Megatron impossibly more, it's terrifying this feeling in his chest that only grows, it spreads like a disease, infecting every nook and cranny of his spark. He has no choice but to let it spread like wildfire, their moments together only feeding into the ever growing inferno. Unlike simple passion the fuel is ever lasting, so much Optimus would sooner die than stop loving him. He loves Megatron so much that it hurts, that when they say goodbye he has to stop himself from reaching out. The night after holding him was the coldest one, as if he longed for another frame to join him and warm the berth.

He desperately needs another plan for seducing the mech but last time Optimus tried making something romantic or cute for Megatron it didn’t go quite well, he is determined not to make the same mistake twice so this time he searches for professional opinion. Being small also means he’ll have to improvise on things and humans are experts at improvising, or so he heard.

Optimus approaches one of the human children at the Autobot base, the one called Jack. Jack turns in his direction with a confused look, Optimus clears his vocalizer and awkwardly asks “uhm.. would you happen to have any good dating advice?”

The human freezes at the question, staring at him with horror in his face. He looks away embarrassed “look man I’m a teenager, I don’t have any real dating experience”

He barely finishes his sentence when Miko shows up unannounced “DID ANYONE SAY DATING?” she yells making even Optimus flinch back, she turns a corner nearing where Jack is and leans on a wall “I just so happen to be an expert”

“Miko you literally said yesterday you think romance is disgusting” Jack sighs putting a hand on his face with a tired expression.

“What happened in the past stays in the past” she brushes him off and approaches Optimus “you want to ask Megatron out don’t you?”

“MIKO!” Jack yells, the embarrassed blush only further growing on his face “you can’t just ask that”

“she is right, I want to ask him for dinner” Optimus searches her tiny face full of mischief, it could be possible that she does indeed hold valuable advice for him.

“great I’m out” Jack raises his hands in defeat, turns around and walks away.

Miko ignores Jack in favor of coming closer to Optimus, she leans on the railing from the walkway they have on the base “so want to have a romantic dinner with your favorite nemesis, you came into the right place I know exactly what to do” she speaks with so much confidence Optimus feels immediately reassured.

“And what would that be?” Optimus asks tilting his helm to the side, Miko smiles at him.

“we’ll need a nice place for you both, with some candles and it has to be private too” she begins pacing from side to side with one hand on her face on a thinking position.

“I guessed as much, but I really don’t know how to start, last time I tried it didn’t go too well” Optimus mumbles looking down ashamed, he wished he hadn’t reacted as he did that day, maybe he would have told him about his feelings then and there but he was too nervous and misunderstood all of Megatron’s signals.

“don’t worry nothing can go wrong with the good old romantic dinner” she pets his arm with her tiny hand as if trying to reassure him, the touch is so small Optimus barely feel it. Miko then perks up “I have an idea!” her face quickly turns to a mischievous smirk “I’ve seen this movie and I think I know exactly how to make this work”

Megatron is doomed, absolutely ruined. It’s all Optimus fault! He and his unnaturally warm frame! Megatron should have known to resist Prime’s temptation but when he felt those warm and strong servos hold him there was no going back, Optimus ruined him And he loved every second of it. how is he supposed to lead the Decepticons when he can’t stop thinking about his nemesis’ frame, or how tightly those servos gripped him, or the digit that lazily rubbed his side, or that concentrated look Optimus makes when he is searching for the next target.

Worse of all, how is he supposed to go back to being just enemies with Optimus when his frame betrays him every second in the Prime’s presence? When his frame feels cold and lonely without him, but when he is around the inferno is so hot he fears he’ll start releasing steam out of his vents. Every piece of him is screaming to give in but Megatron resists, he needs to keep strong! To fight those nonsensical urges! It won’t be today he is defeated! He refuses to allow it!!

Megatron sighs slipping out of berth, he doesn’t look at the beautiful flowers by his berth, they too are reminders of Optimus, attempts to stray him off his path. He should throw them away, they only make the weakness in his spark fester like rust on a dead corpse, but every time he tried getting rid of them felt like an attempt to carve his own spark so he just ignores them now. How the mighty have fallen, he is sure Starscream is laughing somewhere. Lord Megatron leader of the Decepticons, defeated by mere flowers.

How is he even supposed to survive today if he can’t even look at flowers without his emotions getting all confusing? The moment he sees Optimus he doesn’t know if he’ll be able to resist. He runs a servo over his faceplate and checks his chronometer 6:27, at least he’ll have time to think this over a meal.

He presses a button to open the door and walks out of his room only to be immediately met with the waiting face of Optimus Prime, he is startled surprised “Prime!?”

The Prime fidgets around awkwardly looking away from him, he turns to Megatron and hesitates for a little bit before speaking in a very low and shy voice “Would you… Join me for a meal?”

Megatron blinks twice as if to clear his view but Optimus is still there, he stands frozen in place analyzing, what in the pits does this even mean? Optimus nervous fidgeting only increases as the silence goes on but Megatron can’t bring himself to speak, he simply stares into Optimus optics in a deadly silence. Did Optimus just ask him for a date? No, that can’t be right… maybe he wants something? But what would that be?

Megatron looks down at Optimus servos, his digits twitch nervously from time to time, would they stop twitching if they were holding him? Optimus always has a firm grip when he is in his servos so maybe the nervous twitching would stop if he just… Megatron shakes his helm, No!! He will not be defeated so easily, he must resist!!! He looks back up at Optimus pleading optics, so wide and adorable. A part of him almost sees the same desperation he feels reflected on Prime’s optics, but it disappears in a blink.

He opens his intake to speak but closes it again, what even is he supposed to say? That he wants to go but can’t because he feels like he'll overheat if he stays near Optimus for too long? The Prime looks so nervous but expectant, like this is important to him somehow “Now?”

Optimus nods in response, his frame gaining back some of it’s usual confidence, he clears his vocalizer and says “if that’s okay to you? I already have everything prepared”

Megatron looks away from Optimus, his presence suddenly too much. The Prime waited outside his door to ask him for a meal he already prepared, that he didn’t even know if he would accept. Truly a desperate attempt to gain his attention, Megatron would laugh but he is pretty sure his vocalizer would only release static. He turns back to Optimus ready to deny the proposal but his optics are immediately hypnotized by the faint blush creeping from under the Prime’s mask “I.. yes, it would be okay”

Optimus expression lights up like what the humans call a Christmas tree, Megatron can only imagine the happy smile he is making from under that mask. He sighs softly taking in his nemesis’ expression, drinking every detail hungrily, a meal.. it doesn’t sound too bad now that he thinks about it, if it’s all like this he might even not hate it.

“here, it’s this way!” Optimus turns around and leads the way with his fully regained confidence, Megatron walks behind him each step making him more certain of his choice. There is a saying about keeping your enemies close and since Optimus is his nemesis he ought to be even closer! Preferably touching him with those wonderful servos!!

They reach a dimly lit room, it’s small and probably made just for them, there is only two small chairs and a big energon cube between them. Megatron staggers when he notices there is only ONE cube with TWO straws in it, meaning they’ll have to eat from the same cube. He feels his faceplate heating up like a furnace, he is very glad the room is darker than usual hiding his blush.

Optimus walks ahead and pulls a chair for him to sit like a gentlemech. Megatron recovers from the surprise and moves quietly to sit on the chair, once he is in place Optimus moves to his chair. Megatron can’t look away from the mech in front of him, he has such a soft expression even he never saw it in his faceplate, it makes him look younger and more relaxed. A sudden realization hits Megatron when Optimus reaches for his straw, in order to eat Optimus will have to remove the mask revealing his face to his nemesis for the first time, now more than ever Megatron watches him expectantly.

Once Optimus has the straw right in front of him he stops, Megatron’s vents falter for a moment when he hears the noise of a small transformation sequence. With the mask now gone his nemesis is open and on display for him, Megatron’s optics fly to his intake that form an O so he can drink from the straw, he is immediately enchanted, hypnotized even, each movement of the dermas is carefully watched and cataloged in his processor like it’s all important strategic information that he can’t afford to forget.

Megatron snaps out of his trance and looks away embarrassed, he grabs his own straw and starts drinking from it too, he struggles not to look at his nemesis’ beautiful faceplate. The room is filled with the slurping sounds of both of them, the silence is awkward but Megatron doesn’t have any idea of how to break it all he can think is that he can’t look at Optimus otherwise he'll do something dumb and impulsive, the sort of thing Starscream would do and he is NOT Starscream.

He would much rather be fighting Optimus, when they fight at least he knows what to do but this is agonizing. Optimus pauses his eating and Megatron stops as well, he doesn’t dare yet to turn his way until he hears the sound of the mask snapping back on. He turns his helm at incredible speeds as if he couldn’t bear to look away any longer, he notices immediately the hurt look in Optimus’ optics.

The Prime sighs weakly looking down with sad optics “you can go if you want I didn’t mean to be a bother”

Megatron’s optics widen, he stands up immediately and points a digit at Optimus startling the mech “I am here because I WANTED TO, don’t you dare think you could ever force me into anything” he turns away crossing his arms “and if you think you’re bothersome than you clearly haven’t met Starscream well enough”

Optimus looks up at him with his optics so open and weak, they display his emotions so openly it almost disgusts Megatron. This is Optimus Prime his nemesis, he is not supposed to look weak and sad! Megatron can’t allow it!! Optimus mumbles so quietly Megatron barely hears him, he has to sit back down and incline forward to hear what he says “…am I really so ugly you can’t even look me in the face?”

Outrage is the first thing Megatron feels when he hears that, he jumps up and tackles Optimus to the floor making the chair he was sitting on fall over as well, an admittedly instinctive reaction to being angry near the Prime. Optimus optics widen in surprise and horror but no blows come, instead Megatron yells with a deep scowl in his face “WHO TOLD YOU THAT?”

Optimus is stunned and only continues staring at him with wide optics, he is frozen still, barely even venting. Megatron Seethes, he must find whoever said such a stupid thing about HIS NEMESIS!!! Once he finds them he’ll make them bleed to death! WORSE HE’LL GIVE THEM TETANUS!!! OR MAYBE HE’LL JUST HIT THEM IN THE HEAD UNTIL THEY FORGET WHO THEY EVEN ARE!! Megatron takes a deep vent to calm down, he needs to find out who it was first before he can plan their painful torture. He resets his vocalizer “Optimus, tell me what fool dared to call you ugly?”

Optimus blinks dumbly at him, he tries to speak but only blurts out static. Megatron’s scowl deepens and he begins to mentally increase the pain levels of the torture he will inflict to this mech that he doesn’t even know, he’ll make sure there’ll be no remains left to bury or smelt. Optimus regains some composure and finally talks “please don’t kill someone over something that happened so long ago”

Megatron narrows his optics even further, he decides who he kills and over what he kills them! And on his book lowering his ARCH ENEMY’S self esteem is enough reason to start ANOTHER WAR! “I can’t allow a random fool to go around spilling such blatant lies about my NEMESIS!!”

“It’s not important, I’ll just keep the mask it’s fine” Optimus raises his arms in an attempt to pacify him, it fails completely only managing to make Megatron angrier. HE WILL ERASE THIS BOT FROM HISTORY! HE’LL HAVE SHOCKWAVE MAKE A TIME MACHINE NOW!

“Don’t you dare!!” he snarls to Optimus making the mech even more confused “I will not let you believe any more of those foolish lies!! You are the prettiest mech I’ve ever seen in my life” he shoves a digit at Optimus’ windshield to emphasize the line “Whoever doesn’t see that is either blind or doesn’t deserve to see at all”

Optimus looks up at him with his optics shinning bright but still confused and hurt “but you… I thought you..”

Megatron grips his shoulders and shakes him a little “YOU CLEARLY THOUGHT WRONG!” he growls loudly, what else does he need to say to make Optimus understand? “I looked away because you are beautiful not because you’re ugly”

“you… really think that?” Optimus asks in a low voice, his optics are wide and bright, in a disgusting display of emotions.

“I am not blind am I?” he snaps pointing at his own optics. He sees Optimus optics going from hesitant and unsure to a soft expression that makes Megatron finally relax, took the idiot long enough to get it though his helm!

He scoffs loudly at him but suddenly he realizes something, he is still on top of Optimus, not just that but he is sitting on the Prime’s lap. Their entire frames are touching and his faceplate is far too close to Optimus, as if on cue he begins feeling the intense heat from Optimus’ frame and his own frame begins to heat up more, especially his faceplate. He jumps up and moves away from the Prime “Uh.. I have to go!”

He doesn’t run away, that wouldn’t be the right word... It’s more like a strategic retreat so he can recompose himself for their next confrontation, which needs to happen soon because so he finds out who was the fool who told Optimus all those lies. He ignores the look on Optimus’ optics, the look he gets when he reads right through Megatron and is about to do something stupid but surprisingly effective, he most certainly doesn’t look forward to it.

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Megatron waits for Optimus in the sparring ring, it isn’t like him to be late so he is quite annoyed, he NEEDS a fight right now and Optimus’ stalling isn’t helping. He looks around impatiently, he has an annoyed scowl on his faceplate, it deepens each minute that passes. 7:06 Megatron gets up, he’s had enough! Optimus is officially 6 minutes late which is unacceptable!! He walks out of the room and looks out of the door, the hallway is empty with no trace of his nemesis’ steps. He scowls even more, annoyance turning into anger, has Prime simply forgotten about their arrangement? He refuses to be so easily forgotten!!

7:07 HE IS GOING AFTER PRIME NOW!! And he’ll make sure he never forgets about him EVER AGAIN, he’ll be thinking about Megatron even in his dreams! And his nightmares too!! He stomps out of the room turning in the first corner he sees, the bots around seeing his enraged state keep a safe distance as he passes by them, They all know too well what he is capable of when angry. He finally reaches Optimus and he is in the ship’s kitchen, struggling around to cook something with the Autobot Ratchet by his side. Megatron narrows his optics, why is Optimus cooking?

“you’re late Prime!” Megatron growls looking up at his nemesis’ tiny figure above a huge stove “what are you even doing?”

Optimus turns to him surprised “Oh! Sorry I didn’t mean, I just got really distracted”

Megatron narrows his optics, Optimus being distracted by something that isn’t him is new and completely UNWELCOMED “than stop being distracted and come fight me already!!”

Ratchet who is focused on mixing a pot speaks “Optimus bring the cubes or this thing will burn”

Optimus runs in another direction, he comes back holding several small cubes stacked on top of each other, small enough to actually be reasonably sized for them. Megatron watches the scene with a raised eyebrow, the Prime balances the cubes carefully as he walks towards Ratchet. He notices a really good smell coming out of the pot’s direction, it’s a divine scent he recognizes too well, energon jellies! His favorite sweet. Megatron tilts his helm to the side in confusion, Optimus is here aiding Ratchet on making energon jellies, something isn’t adding up “what’s the occasion?”

Ratchet scoffs loudly “death anniversary of all common sense” they are already placing small portions of the energon from the pot inside the cubes, Ratchet has to be very careful so nothing slips out of the cubes due to their tiny sizes.

“I really missed some of the sweets we had back in Cybertron and I wanted to make some” Optimus responds, they just about finished filling all of the cubes though the job isn’t finished because now they have to freeze them. Optimus look up at Ratchet and clears his vocalizer loudly “you can go back to that thing you wanted to do”

 Ratchet rolls his optics and walks away “try not to burn the kitchen” the medic quickly glances down at Megatron than at Optimus clearly hesitant to leave the mech behind.

“I’ll be fine” Optimus exclaims noticing his hesitance “I promise”

 Ratchet sighs and finally walks out of the room complaining loudly “Just get this over with, no one can take this anymore”

“So.. I’m easily replaced by food now?” Megatron crosses his arms, his voice is rougher than usual betraying his annoyance, he is still looking up at Optimus though his neck cables are starting to hurt from staying on that position.

“Apologies again I didn’t mean on missing out on our spar but I really got lost in this” Optimus takes a few cubes and begins carrying them to the freezer “speaking of which can you help me with these?” he asks so causally Megatron has to process the question a bit longer to understand.

“You want me to help!?” Megatron scoffs and turns to the side like it was the most absurd thing he ever heard. While a part of him does want to go up there and test if he still feels the abnormal heat coming from Optimus, he is still Megatron and it means that being helpful isn’t his thing.

He turns his helm back quickly when he notices Optimus stumbling slightly, with the amount of cubes he is holding dropping them down would be a disaster. Megatron rolls his optics, is Optimus so incompetent he can’t even hold energon cubes without dropping them? He engages his thrusters and flies up on the kitchen table where Optimus is, the Prime stands still looking at him with soft optics, the servos hold the cubes steadily betraying his act from before.

“what is the meaning of this Optimus?” Megatron growls up close to Optimus faceplate, he can feel his heat inviting him closer.

“it’s just food don’t look too deep into it” Optimus rolls his optics but his smile remains unwavering even with Megatron’s proximity, he takes a bold step forward making their pedes touch “now are you going to help or you’ll just stare all day?”

Megatron shakes his helm and takes a step back, he is startled when Optimus takes a step forward and maintains their distance. He glares at Optimus who doesn’t even twitch under his gaze, the Prime keeps an innocent faceplate. Megatron narrows his optics at him, what is this? What is he trying to do?

He takes five cubes from Optimus’ pile, the others shake a little from the sudden movement but Optimus is quick to steady them again with his other servo. Megatron turns around walking with quick steps to the freezer “if you’re so incompetent than keep your babysitter around!”

“Ratchet isn’t my babysitter he is my friend” Optimus replies but Megatron doesn’t dignify it with an answer, he knows Soundwave was working with Ratchet to keep them apart, he will never forgive them for trying to leash him to a door. When they reach the freezer Optimus points up at the button “I can’t exactly reach that, can you help?”

Megatron narrows his optics even further, it doesn’t take a genius to know Optimus is up to something but so far this looks like the most convoluted and abstract plan he’s ever seen, does Optimus think that by making him help here he’ll be more docile? That maybe he’ll decide he wants to be a good guy and help orphaned sparklings?

Optimus must have noticed his suspicion because he explains “Megatron I just want to make energon jellies” Megatron doesn’t believe a single word of what he says, he turns to glare at Optimus who returns the look with a tired sigh “fine at least press the button so I can show you what my ‘Autobot plot’ is about”

Megatron huffs, he isn’t a fool to fall for such an obvious trap. Optimus rolls his optics theatrically, he walks closer to Megatron startling the mech again. Since when did Optimus become so insistent on being up close? He reaches a servo and brushes it over his arm making Megatron freeze on the spot “we both know I wouldn’t do anything to endanger the truce.. or you”

The touch is so gentle he barely even feels it, like wind going over his arm but it feels more like an inferno to his internal components, like his entire frame is set ablaze with the gentle touch alone. His spark beats faster, feeding greedily on this moment and still asking for more and more, it’s not enough, it feels like he is starving and Optimus is giving him nothing but drops of the energon he so desperately needs. He stares at the servo to confirm it is there and not just a figment of his imagination, it is there indeed so close and yet not close enough. The servo retreats and Megatron has to stop himself from reaching out.

He follows the servo with his optics as it goes back to stabilizing the pile of cubes, he dares looking up at Optimus faceplate and finds that he has a soft and adoring look in his optics, a look that makes him so pretty the world around looks disgusting in comparison. Megatron turns away and begins flying up, he can’t bear to look at Optimus right now, his insides twist and his spark beat even faster knowing that look was directed to him. Why does defeat feel so good? Being ruined by Optimus is each moment becoming more of a desire than a fear.

He clicks the button, the freezer’s door slides open quickly, some other food can be spotted inside but there is indeed no Autobot trap. He drops majestically to the floor keeping balance of his cubes all the way through, Optimus goes ahead grabs a little mold for them to spill the cubes on. Megatron takes his cubes to him and while he is occupied he notices there are already some molds that have been already filled inside the freezer “you’ve done more”

“yeah I thought you’d want some” Optimus explains without taking his optics from the cube he is spilling “Soundwave said you liked them.. well at least the version of you from here does”

Megatron hums, he does like them quite a lot and these smell magnificent “I guess I could try some of them”

Optimus chuckles a little, he raises the molds and places them next to the others in the freezer “you make it sound like a chore” he picks up one tiny jelly and tests it’s consistency in his digits, Megatron watches carefully, it seems the ones that were already placed in the freezer are done. Optimus turns and offers the sweet to Megatron “here try it”

Megatron analyzes the sweet between Optimus digits, it looks really good and smells even better up close. The prime moves the his intake and Megatron realizes he wants to feed him, his face plate heats up, looking at Optimus he notices the bright and open look on his optics and he can’t resist it. Megatron opens his intake letting Optimus feed the energon jelly to him, the digits barely brush his dermas and he gets to bite the sweet between them, it tastes even better than it smells. Megatron closes his optics and savors it carefully.

It is sweet but not unbearably so, it’s the consistency that shines the most, the outside is soft and malleable but once breached the insides spill into his intake In a more liquid form. Either Optimus is a great cook or Ratchet is. He opens his optics and notices Optimus staring, waiting for his review “it’s fine”

Optimus lights up knowing that a ‘it’s fine’ from Megatron is the biggest praise he can give something his nemesis made without physically combusting. Optimus reaches for the mold and takes another one offering it to Megatron again, he looks at him with such happy and soft optics Megatron can’t resist but let him feed the sweet to him again.

He savors the taste as much as he savors the look in Optimus face, that’s when he hears the sound of the mask transforming away, he looks down and is met once again by Optimus soft dermas. The prime reaches out for a sweet but Megatron stops him “No… let me”

Optimus looks confused at him but Megatron ignores, he grabs a jelly and moves it close to the Prime’s intake. The mech stays stunned for a few seconds before he reacts and moves forward, when taking a bite Megatron felt Optimus’s dermas gently brush against his digits the feeling burns through his internal components making him shiver but he keeps his digits still, making sure Optimus got a good grip before retreating. His optics never leave his intake, each movement saved to his memory banks. Optimus closes his optics and carefully analyzes the results of his work “hmm.. it’s really good”

Megatron doesn’t even realize his servo raised again until he feels the heat of Optimus face plate against it, the pleased expression in Optimus face was too tempting and his frame moved without input. Optimus optics open wide and surprised but he doesn’t move away, apparently unbothered by the sudden touch. His palm is open and against Optimus cheek with his thumb rubbing circles on his faceplate, the movement involuntary but something inside him feels right, especially when Optimus leans into his touch with his optics so bright they might as well be stars at this point.

“I… really like you Megatron” Optimus speaks low and fragile, his optics so open and bright. Megatron can’t look away or do anything really, he is static in place staring at Optimus and his own servo holding the Prime, why did he do it? Why does he like it? The touch, the heat, he shouldn’t like it as mech as he does but he also feels a craving for more, a desire that cannot be quelled no matter how much he tries.

Megatron tries to retreat but Optimus reaches out for him, holding his arm and keeping the servo on his face. Megatron tries to speak but his vocalizer only releases static, he resets it but it continues to only release static. His whole frame begins heating up so much he fears he might overheat, so much his platings flare and he vents heavily. Megatron panics, he cannot speak, cannot move and can’t even contain his vents, what did Optimus do to him?

Optimus walks closer making their frames meet. The feeling from before rages inside of him, his spark beating so fast like he is in a race, even this close he still feels in his spark that it’s not enough, there is still something he needs from Optimus and even he doesn’t know what it is, but that doesn’t stop him from craving it like a drug. When he thinks he is beginning to recompose himself he feels servos going up his sides and resting on his back into a tight hug, Megatron freezes again now gaping at Optimus who innocently nuzzles against his servo.

The digits behind him rub soothing circles on his back “relax” Optimus says in a soothing and low voice that makes Megatron shiver again. The Prime moves his face from nuzzling the servo and looks back at him, his words are gentle and sure as if he already knows the answer “do you like this?”

Megatron can’t answer the question, not while his voice box refuses to obey him, instead he simply nod his helm with a desperation that can be clearly seen in his optics. Optimus hums and runs a servo over the back of his shoulders trying to sooth the cables beneath, Megatron is holding himself so tightly that he looks more like a statue. Optimus smiles softly and Megatron is immediately hypnotized by his face, the Prime continues to rub his back and he slowly begins relaxing into it, the touch becomes softer and the warmth more bearable as he slowly melts into Optimus’ hold. Optimus hums very low than speaks “seems like we got I bit late on our usual time but we can still spar if you want”

Megatron blinks a few times not really processing any of the words that left his mouth, he checks his chronometer and it’s 7:37 for some reason it doesn’t bother him as much as it did a few minutes before. He nods quietly to Optimus and the Prime gives him another one of those soft smiles that make him feel dizzy.

“than let’s get going” Optimus begins moving away, his servos disappear from Megatron’s back and he feels the heat disappearing, his entire frame shivers missing the touch like he would a limb. Optimus takes a step back and this time it’s Megatron who wants to close the space between them, he isn’t done yet, he can’t miss the touch now! Not while his frame NEEDS it so much! So he does the only thing he can think of, he tackles Optimus to the floor forcing their frames to continue touching.

His servos hold both sides of Optimus face not wanting it to be covered yet again, his legs lock behind the Prime to keep him in place and he presses their chests together. Optimus surprise doesn’t last long and he quickly returns his servos back to touching Megatron, his optics full of devotion and an emotion Megatron doesn’t know what to make of. Megatron feels embarrassed by the display but if it gets him what he needs than he’ll bear the feeling, he moves closer hiding his ashamed faceplate under Optimus chin, essentially nuzzling Optimus' neck.

The Prime doesn’t speak even when the moment extends longer, maybe he is still surprised by Megatron’s reaction but he figures it’s better than being mocked by such a clear display of emotion. They remain locked together for long after that, the need in Megatron’s frame slowly chipping away to a more bearable desire to be close than the overwhelming craving it was before.

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Megatron purrs into Optimus arms, the Prime holds him wonderfully tight. He nuzzles against the Prime’s neck, shame dissipating the longer they remain locked together “Optimus” he mumbles, his voice rougher than usual and low enough to be a whisper.

Optimus hums a question at him, a servo slides up and rubs his back plates making Megatron melt even more. This moment between them it’s not something Megatron ever experienced before, being vulnerable near someone and having them be vulnerable back. He needs more, a lot more, he needs to hold Optimus like this and be held back “something on your mind?” Optimus asks, his voice is gentle and kind like a caress to his audio receptors.

He raises his helm from it’s hiding spot, Optimus watches him curiously, their optics meet again and Megatron doesn’t remember what he wanted to say, it isn’t so important now. He moves his digits to gently caress Optimus’ face, one of Optimus’ servos slides up and reaches his face brushing so close to his dermas it can only be on purpose. This is not something enemies do, Megatron realizes, even nemesis don’t do these things for one another. These gentle touches and displays of emotions, those are things they should not be doing yet they are and it feels so right, he shouldn’t be showing weakness to Optimus but he can’t stop the feelings that flood him and overflow out of control. In return Optimus shouldn’t be showing weakness because Megatron could easily take advantage, which he doesn’t want to. Are they.. even enemies anymore?

No! No… no… He can’t lose Optimus like this! If they’re not enemies then they are nothing and he can’t bear to be nothing in Optimus’ life, he needs Optimus more than ever now. He closes his optics taking a deep vent, tears start to form at the corner of his optics but he fights them before they can spill, he knows what he has to do. His emotions run rampant inside of him, his spark begs to reconsider, to remain here a little longer but he can’t, he has to fix this while he still has a chance! And hope that being enemies will be enough to sustain him.

He sends a ping to his cannon and it begins heating up, the noise unmistakable. Yet he can’t bear to open his optics, to see the betrayed look in Optimus face “Megatron!?” He jerks up trying to escape Optimus welcoming grasp but the Prime keeps a firm hold of him even when his cannon is charged. Megatron grinds his teeth and fights the hold, he needs to do this! He pushes Optimus away but the Prime grabs his arm and flips them so Megatron is pressed against the floor. His optics finally snap open and he notices the worried look on Optimus’ face, enemies should not be worried about each other, yet he is worried about Optimus too, he didn’t even let his cannon charge to the highest setting as to not cause much damage to him. He looks away defeated and ashamed, he has failed, the feelings in his spark cannot be squashed and neither can he deny the effect Optimus has on him.

They are not enemies any more, there’s nothing he can do, he might have just lost Prime forever. He squirm desperately under Optimus, a hopeless attempt to fix things that are changed forever “No... no..” he whines weakly, the ache in his spark is unbearable and so is the knowledge Optimus will leave, he tries to push Optimus away “No! Please don’t...”

Optimus worried face continues as he analyzes him up and down as if looking for what’s wrong, he holds tightly to stop Megatron’s squirming “Talk to me Megatron, what’s wrong?”

Shame burns within his spark, he let his desires ruin their relationship, it’s his fault! Yet he still wants the touch even though he knows he might never have it again, what reason would Optimus have to touch him like this if they are no longer enemies, it’s only a matter of time until Optimus realizes he just won the war. Megatron hides his faceplate on Optimus’ chest, he can’t look at him right now, not when at any moment he will realize he doesn’t need to hold Megatron anymore. Why did he have to be so greedy? He should have denied that damn truce! He holds Optimus’ back tightly, cannon already powering down, his frame shaking uncontrollably “don’t go…”

“I’m not going anywhere…” Optimus speaks softly against his audio receptors, his servos stroke Megatron’s side reassuringly “what happened?”

His gentle touch is enough to make him calm a little, his shivering calms down but it doesn’t cease “stay..” It’s all he can’t think of saying.

The servos continue stroking his sides and he slowly calms more, Optimus embrace shouldn’t have this effect on him but he was always Megatron’s weakness, no matter what he does Optimus know just how to push back. They remain in silence for moments longer, even as Optimus continues to display the same worry, he gives Megatron some time to recover and talks “Megatron, what made you think I would leave?”

A servo at his side goes up and lifts his faceplate, forcing Megatron to face Optimus, making him look at his optics and worried face, everything that is too much for Megatron and too little. Megatron goes back to shaking and doesn’t know what to do, did he find out? Will he mock Megatron for showing weakness? Is he going to leave now? Optimus sighs and releases his face letting him go back to hiding on his chest “please Megatron.. talk to me” his words are soft and worried, it makes him feel even more ashamed, Optimus should not be worried about him! It’s not how their relationship is supposed to go.

He shifts uncomfortably, he feels overwhelmed and Optimus isn’t helping by asking questions. He shrinks under Optimus and tries to analyze what is making him feel this way, his spark bleeds like an open wound and even the closure doesn’t seem to be enough. He pokes his emotional subroutines and they return a File package so big and complicated it might as well be space bridge science. He grabs Optimus closer but it’s still not enough, he needs… he needs.. he doesn’t know but he needs it so much his emotional subroutines are out of control, his frame is betraying him and every other function is made useless between the onslaught of his processor and emotions.

“you should hate me” Megatron whispers. The servos holding him stagger but then return to rubbing gently against his sides.

“and why is that?” Optimus asks his voice is patient and low, his worry still reeks but it’s better hidden.

“We are enemies” Megatron states hoping that maybe this will be enough, that maybe by speaking these words Optimus will stop being a emotional fool and will go back to being the enemy he is supposed to be.

Optimus hums in acknowledgement his digits rubbing circles on his side “we don’t have to be”

 Megatron shivers more, again with that! Why is he so insistent on not being enemies with Megatron, does he truly mean so little to him? The servos hold him in place and he feels Optimus shifting uncomfortably “Megatron”

He doesn’t answer, he isn’t sure if he even can. The servos remain reassuring him and Optimus speaks again “I don’t hate you Megatron, I don’t think I ever did”

He holds Optimus even tighter, he is sure his digits are scraping his paint at this point “don’t go please…”

Optimus releases a heavy vent “I’m not going anywhere Megatron, I’ll stay here as long as you need me”

Forever would not be time enough for Megatron to stop needing Optimus, being held by Optimus is the only thing keeping him sane and he doesn’t know if he can stay away, even if he tries. If he doesn’t go away then Megatron doesn’t have to face the change in their relationship. Optimus uses his servo to raise his helm again, Megatron doesn’t have such a visceral reaction this time but he still avoids looking at Optimus. The look in his optics, still worried but gentle brings forth more feelings inside of Megatron. He needs Optimus to say he will stay, that this won’t be the end, that he won’t abandon Megatron. He speaks but the words leave shakily out of his intake, sincerity is not one of his strengths but he tries it for once “I want to be with you”

Optimus smiles and rubs his cheek affectionately “I want to be with you too”

“but..” Megatron hesitates, that maybe if he says it Optimus will take back what he just said. Megatron shakes his helm, he needs this, to know what this even means, what his relationship with Optimus means to him “you said you don’t want to be enemies”

“we don’t need to be enemies to be with each other” Optimus affirms like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

“I don’t want to be friends” Megatron states coldly, Optimus chuckles “me neither” Optimus’ servo at his face moves so his thumb can touch his dermas “I want more than that”

More than that? More than friends but not enemies? Optimus seems to notice the confusion in his faceplate and moves closer, so their faces are almost touching “Megatron, will you be my conjunx?”

Megatron freezes, his vents stop and his spark goes wild. After all this time he never considered that maybe he could get Optimus’ attention by preforming the conjunx rites with him, that maybe what he felt was love and not hate, that maybe what he needs is a kiss not a punch. He opens his intake but no words leave but he doesn’t need words, he looks at Optimus’ dermas and leans forwards, finally claiming what he wanted this whole time.

Optimus is stunned for a second before pressing into the kiss, Megatron melts under him, his spark finally satisfied no longer aches hungrily. If this is how being conjunxed with Optimus feels like than he’s sure to never regret it.

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They are lazily laid next to each other, Megatron has his helm on top of Optimus’ chest and watches his face curiously, his attention fully turned to his soon to be conjunx. A servo behind him rubs gentle lines between his shoulders, Megatron notices a growing smile on Optimus’ face. He raises an eyebrow “something you want to say?”

“I’m thinking about the Conjunx ceremony” he looks down at Megatron “I think you would look great in Autobot colors”

 Megatron scoffs, rolling his optics theatrically “I look great in anything” Optimus chuckles but doesn’t disagree, Megatron looks down at Optimus’ frame and begins imagining what Optimus would look like in Decepticon purple, truly a magnificent sight “you’ll look beautiful in purple”

Optimus sighs with a melancholic face “I just wish we could have our ceremony back home”

Megatron frowns at him “we will” he says determined.

Optimus sighs again “Megatron, Shockwave and Ratchet have been working on the machine for months now but still haven’t made any breakthrough” he looks away sad “maybe it’s about time we accept this is where we might live the rest of our lives”

Megatron grunts raising up from his spot next to Optimus “No! if those fools can’t make the machine work than I will”

Optimus gets up quickly, he moves forward and holds Megatron back “Megatron! You don’t know how to make a dimension traveling machine”

Megatron scoffs rolling his optics, Optimus can’t go making claims he doesn’t know if are true “you will find me full of surprises”

Optimus frowns and takes a step back, releasing him “you know how to make a dimension traveling machine? How??”

Megatron brushes him off with a servo, most bots think he is a mindless brute and while he isn’t a scientist by any means he does seek knowledge from time to time “remember dinobot island?” Optimus only nods confused “after that whole disaster I beat Starscream until he explained to me the island’s strange phenomenon, as it turns out time traveling is just dimension traveling but cheaper”

Optimus shakes his helm “you really have to stop beating people as a way of getting things”

Megatron crosses his arms “but it’s fun and Starscream is definitely into it”

“so you know what to do then?” Optimus looks at him expectantly.

Megatron scoffs like that’s the dumbest question he ever heard, he turns away from Optimus and looks at the freezer, searching “Of course I do! Like I said dimension traveling is more expensive meaning it needs more energy”

“More energon then?” Optimus walks to his side looking at the freezer curiously, searching for what could have caught Megatron’s attention.

“No! More concentrated energon otherwise it won’t be enough” he inspects the freezer and locks optics with what he needs, a smirk forms in his intake “or in simpler words, we need something Stronger” he points at the high grade.

Optimus optics widen at the realization, he turns to Megatron quickly “then why haven’t you told them?”

Megatron rolls his optics dramatically “I was quite busy with a certain someone and I’m not sure they would believe if I said the machine needs to run on high grade”

Megatron’s smirk widens “be glad the bots here turned out to be quite the alcoholics because they figured how to make an even stronger high grade” he grabs Optimus making him yelp surprised and flies up onto one of the shelves, the shelf full of high grade, more than enough to make the machine work “now Optimus, if we play this right we might even get some help”

Knock out feels a terrible helmache, like he got hit by a truck but that’s impossible because the only truck around is Optimus and he is tiny. He opens his optics only to be assaulted by a bright light on his face. He groans loudly and tries turning away but he is locked in place by chains, he snaps his optics open again and he looks around, he is in a dark room with a light turned in his face, it reminds him of some interrogation scenes he saw in some human movies. A figure approaches, he can’t determine who they are from the silhouette but he is about the size of an average vehicon “Knock out, tell us the location of the dimension traveling machine” a rough and easily recognizable voice speaks.

“Megatron?” he asks confused squinting at the silhouette, it doesn’t look like Megatron, it’s definitely bigger.

“Frag you Knock out, you really ruined the mood” The silhouette moves and he recognizes the voice of Steve, one of their vehicons.

“Wait? Steve!? What are you doing?” Knock out asks confused.

“Little Tron here told me I could take a break if I helped with something” The vehicon answers.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT” the Megatron yells from somewhere.

“sorry boss got a little carried away” Steve answers quickly, the silhouette moving defensively. The threat of a bite from mini Megatron is equally as terrifying as the cannon from the normal one, in some ways it’s even scarier. He remembers having to make a surgery to remove Megatron from the insides of a bot that insulted him, the bot screamed in agony the whole way through and when Knock out finally reached Megatron he found the tiny bot gnawing at his patient’s spark chamber, the memory still plagues him.

“what do you want with me!?” Knock out squirms on his seat but the chains keep him in place.

Another bot clears their vocalizer and speaks “we need to know where the dimension traveling machine is at, no one told us in fear we would break it” it’s a calm and gentle voice, clearly Optimus. Of course he is here, where Megatron goes Optimus follows and the other way around, they’re basically attached to the hip. Something Knock out realized is true for their original leaders too, Megatron did go all around the galaxy searching for Optimus alone, and his insistence of being the one to kill Optimus is also something they have in common. All it took was a little change for them to notice the strange behavior from their leaders, maybe they were too busy with the war to notice the stupid pinning between them.

“and let me guess.. you want to go there and break it” Knock out says rolling his optics. He hears Megatron growling from somewhere, the silhouette walks closer and he notices Megatron and Optimus are being held by Steve to stay at optic level.

“We are going to fix it! something you fools seem to be incapable of” Megatron complains loudly.

“Yeah sure, do whatever with it the thing just won’t work even with Ratchet and Shockwave at it” Knock out says, he really doesn’t care much, maybe this is their chance to be rid of the tiny trouble makers but he doubts it, they are sturdier than they look “it’s in the lowest part of the ship, first room on the right”

“thank you for your cooperation” Optimus speaks calmly.

“can you free me then?” he asks.

“Sure just let me… Megatron where did you put the key?” Optimus asks with a scolding voice.

“Optimus we can worry about that later we have to go now” Megatron speaks hurried.

“Hey! You can’t leave me here!” Knock out complains squirming trying to catch their attention.

“we can and we will, come Optimus” Megatron’s voice grows farther and the sound of his flight thrusters follow, Steve also goes with them leaving Knock out in the dark scary room. At least he won’t have to take responsibility for whatever happens next.

They reach the machine easily enough, the real issue is bringing all the high grade here, they both can barely carry one cube so most of the job goes to Steve while he and Megatron do the rest. It was lucky of them to find the room empty but if they take too long that’s bound to change. Optimus looks around, the machine is big and practically covers the entire room, there isn’t a spot on the wall that doesn’t have at least one cable connected to the contraption in the middle.

Megatron looks around with judging optics, analyzing carefully the construction in front of them with that concentrated face that Optimus loves “get on the control panels we need to get the energon out of it before inserting the high grade” Megatron walks ahead, searching for the input point of the energon cubes.

Optimus quickly finds the control panel, luckily there’s a chair near by he uses to easily climb up on it. The buttons and levers on top of it look all the same and very confusing, Optimus looks between them trying to decipher what they do but there are no labels around to help. He begins feeling anxious, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea “Megatron are you sure..”

“first lever on the right” Megatron speaks over him, Optimus peeks over the console and sees him staring at a piece of the machine, probably where the energon is going to come out of. Optimus looks back at the control panel, the first lever on the right has a blue handle and is slightly smaller than the others. He reaches for it but hesitates, what if they do the wrong thing and the whole thing blows up? “Optimus quit stalling, the self destruction button is on the left you would have to be really unlucky to press it"

Optimus peeks at Megatron again, he has his arms crossed and looks certain but Optimus can’t help but ask “how do you know it will work?”

Megatron scoffs “I know Shockwave, it will work”

Optimus turns back and sighs, he trusts Megatron’s word. He reaches a servo and pulls the lever, it won’t budge. He scowls at it and uses his whole body to pull it, it moves slowly but when it finally turns to the end the machine hums to life, pistons and other moving pieces can be heard almost as if the machine was waking up from it’s slumber. He hears the hiss of a hatch opening and peeks over the console. Megatron is pulling energon cubes out of the machine through a hatch that opened in front of him.

He gets 10 cubes out of the machine when Steve finally shows up to help, together they get 20 more and the machine finally runs out of energon. Megatron huffs loudly looking at the cubes “what a waste” he turns back to Steve who looks both amazed and horrified by the gigantic machine around them “get the high grade in there now” he points at the hatch still open.

Steve seems to blink back to reality and looks down at Megatron, he reaches around his subspace for something and hands it to him “here’s the other thing you asked me to get” He turns around and begins grabbing the high grade cubes he brought, Optimus tries to identify what Megatron got but he is too far away, all he can tell is that he holds it carefully on his servos.

The machine begins glowing a brighter blue the more high grade they add to it, Optimus doesn’t know if that’s good or bad but he can tell from here Megatron is smirking to he assumes is good. Once they add the 10 cube the room begins to shake “Megatron!?”

“that’s completely normal Optimus don’t worry” Megatron brushes him off without even a twitch of his faceplate.

“WHAT DO YOU TWO THINK YOU’RE DOING?” Ratchet screams from the entrance. Optimus turns and sees Ratchet and Shockwave at the entrance, Ratchet has a horrified expression while Shockwave only display of emotion is that his finials are slightly tilted down.

“Don’t stop Steve” Megatron orders before turning to face the invaders, he growls irritated by their intrusion “Don’t take any more steps or you’ll both regret it”

“YOU’LL BLOW UP THE WHOLE SHIP” Ratchet yells, he turns to Steve who definitely heard it but doesn’t care, as long as he gets his break he is in.

The room shakes so much they can’t stay up, Ratchet screams something but his voice is muffled by the machine. Optimus holds on to the console as hard as he can, he closes his optics and prays to Primus that at least he’ll have a quick death. The noise calms and the shaking ceases, when Optimus finally dares to open his optics he sees a portal in the middle of the room, the light it emanates is blinding and forces him to turn away.

Ratchet is standing stunned and gaping, Shockwave is besides him staring in disbelief, Megatron is of course with that huge smirk of when he makes a evil plan and it somehow works. Optimus sits down and vents heavily, that was intense! He really thought for a second that they would die.

“Told you it would work” Megatron says in that smug voice of his.

“How?...” Ratchet continues staring at it, he looks to the side, the cubes of energon and still some remaining high grade “you… used high grade!”

Shockwave is frozen in place like he just saw a ghost, his finials are moving up and down erratically like he is in deep thought “Illogical..” is all he says before he falls face first to the floor.

“come Optimus” Megatron approaches offering a servo to him, his other servo holds the flower pot with the flowers he gifted him. They are still just as beautiful as they were when he got them, it’s like they haven’t aged a day “I’m sure we’ll have a lot of work at home with planning our conjunxing ceremony”

He jumps down to the floor next to his soon to be Conjunx and takes his servo, he smiles at him “yeah.. we’ll probably have a lot of work to do”

Before going Optimus turns back to the still stunned bots here, he waves his servo to Ratchet “goodbye thanks for having us” no one answers, they are still too occupied gaping at the portal, and in Shockwave’s case too occupied rebooting on the floor.

They walk holding each other’s servos tightly, ready to take the next step in their relationship. Optimus doesn’t remember a happier day in his life, this is everything he could have ever wanted.

Megatron punches Optimus to the ground growling, it’s the third time this week they try killing each other yet it seems they just can’t, the stalemate continues and the tiny versions of their troops don’t help on anything besides useless commentary.

A blinding light envelops them, his optics widen knowing exactly what this is now. He looks around for the source of this light but it seems to come from everywhere at once, the world shakes and he feels his equilibrium destabilize and tumbles to the ground on top of Optimus. His optics are forced closed and every noise becomes too much like they stretch into infinity.

Everything is quiet then he hears the loud hum of machinery around him, like he is inside some sort of contraption, it hisses and slows down, clearly turning off now. He dares opening his optics and the light is now gone but he doesn’t recognize where he is, he feels something move underneath him and instinctively punches it.

Optimus groans loudly but he doesn’t take long to retaliate, turning them both and making them crash into a wall, breaking multiple things on the way there but they are irrelevant at the moment. Voices around them force them to face the reality of where they are, they both turn to see the Autobot Ratchet and Soundwave trying to console Shockwave that for some reason is sitting on the floor hugging his legs tightly while shaking like a leaf. Piles of energon and high grade are lazily staked besides them. The scene is so absurd both Optimus and Megatron look at each other with wide optics, where did they end up now?