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"What was it you wanted, again, my love?"
"...The magnesium sticks."
"No, magnesium upsets my tanks. Perhaps the zinc chews-"
"Ahahaha! Something junky, hahaha!"
Megatron groaned as he sifted through what they had at the Decepticon fuel storehouse. Only the best would do for his partner, of course, but said partner was in a mood - three moods, as a matter of fact - and not even considering that the mech was carrying his bitlets. It was hard enough to cater to what Blitzwing needed as-is, considering his.. unique situation.. but with the poor thing carrying, too, he was prone to mood swings and cravings that blindsided Megatron like no Autobot attack ever could.
I would far more readily prefer a battle with that blasted Prime than my conjunx's wrath...
Lifting up a packet of crisps, Megatron turned it over to see the ingredients. Hmm. They were aluminum, with copper salts that gave them a salty-savory flavour, seeing as aluminum was a versatile enough metal as-is. Overall, that one had a generally savory taste.
Blitzwing's more fiery half would like it.
As well as something spicy.
Icy preferred things with milder, sweeter flavours, so it was best to go with easy, proper metals like rhodium and tin and nickel. They were a bit on the harder side, but Blitzwing would dutifully nibble away, humming in delight as he chewed. Cobalt, too, was a favourite for him, with the cool, complex sweet taste.
Flare, on the other servo, liked strong, spicy and savory tastes. He would gobble down all manner of spicy snacks, so for him was halogen salts and halohydrin seasonings, on alkali metals or alkaline earth metals. The oily, volatile sodium and rubidium would upset his tanks, but magnesium and calcium were not only good for growing bitlets, but for carrier's frame as well. Plus, they would be easy on Blitzwing's tanks, and what was more important than his comfort?
Random, lastly, had the tendency to devour most anything and everything, regardless of how healthy it was and often, how good or bad it tasted. Megatron suspected that he was the biggest holder of their fuel insecurity, the way he was hardly picky, very insistent on preventing waste of any kind. It would take firm reminders for him to eat healthy, but the warlord mech smiled gently as he picked up a packet of junky oil cakes anyway.
A treat once in a while was hardly a cause for harm.
Megatron smiled as he packed the armful of snacks into his subspace with care.
Blitzwing was sure to enjoy these, after all.
"About time!"
Flare huffed, his tank cannons twitching on his back. The mech was lying in his and Megatron's shared berth, taking some rest. The bitty bump was sizable, definitely visible, though not so big as to be painful or ridiculous.
"Not to worry, dear." Megatron opened his subspace, the one at the side of his chest. "I've brought what you wished."
"Is that so?" Icy fronted, with a gentle, slight smile. He leaned over to try and kiss Megatron, though it was the warlord who ensured his conjunx didn't have to lean too far for it. A gentle peck on the lips sufficed, though Megatron left another one on Blitzwing's cool cheek. "Thank you, my love."
"Of course." The warlord mech climbed into his berth so he could be by Blitzwing. Breaks were few and far between, especially around this base, and with Starscream causing chaos - blast him and his immortality with the AllSpark fragment - but Megatron was making time, now, so he could be with Blitzwing when it mattered the most. This time, in particular. No carrying mech should be left by themself, the way work threatened to do with separating Blitzwing and Megatron.
Ah, the snacks.
Megatron had almost forgotten, intending to cozy up to Blitzwing.
Before it could slip his processor, Megatron took the snacks out, handing the parcels to Blitzwing one at a time.
"Goodness." Icy's tone was soft. "You... you didn't have to.
"Tch. Only the best for my conjunx." Megatron smiled more proudly. He ensured Blitzwing was healthy, and above all, that he was happy. Having bitlets had been a decision for them both, after all, and what kind of mate would he be if he didn't care for his love?
Icy eyed the first pack eagerly, cobalt-and-nickel snacks. About the equivalent of hard biscuits, though more flavourful than any Decepticon dry field-rations could ever be. Alas, the excitement didn't last long, as Flare fronted next, tossing the pack back onto his lap and grabbing for the aluminum crisps- good decision, Megatron thought internally, watching as Random was the one to start chowing down on them.
"These are great!" The mech cackled, writhing his glossa in the air in a silly, playful way, tossing the crisps into his intake. "You know just what I like, hahaha!"
"And I am quite glad that I do." Megatron scooted closer to hold his conjunx while he dug in, sighing. "This is far better than the dreaded meeting I had planned with those accursed Seekers.."
"Hmph! You would pick those flying ring-rats over me!" Flare scoffed, before stuffing his intake full of crisps. "Hard to believe." He had almost finished the entire bag, poor mech-
"Were you hungry?" The warlord mech leaned in to kiss Blitzwing's cheek. "I could bring something more filling, if you desire. Filling up on just these is no good, if you would care for a proper meal."
"I'm fine!" Blitzwing growled, his tanks grumbling as if they were protesting to Blitzwing's statements. The triformer wilted where he was sitting, and looked aside ashamedly, tank cannons lowering with embarrassment. "...That was just my engines."
"Crying for fuel, I imagine." Megatron searched his subspace once more. He always carried a cube of extra in case the situation called for it, though by now it was more so, for his conjunx than anything. The mech needed to fuel well in general, and sometimes forgot to. "It's hardly the highest quality, but it's nutritious enough." He offered Blitzwing the cube, gleaming, milky pink energon, distilled thrice for purity though not infused with the minerals Blitzwing needed.
"You treat me too well," Icy murmured as he took the cube, monocle whirring. "This is hardly low-quality either."
"Hush, now. Drink. Your frame needs it."
"Yes sir," Blitzwing snapped the top of the forcefield off, tipping the cube down his intake. Icy drank politely, elegantly, savoring the stuff in measured sips, albeit big ones. He swallowed the fuel down with an eagerness that told of his hunger, and Megatron immediately felt a pang of regret in not having realized it any sooner.
It took Blitzwing a bit to finish the fuel, though, politely setting the empty cube down. "Goodness," the mech rubbed his chassis lightly. "I.. think I'm done."
"No need to force yourself to drink more than you can handle." Megatron hummed, wrapping his arms around Blitzwing. He brought the mech closer to his side, feeling the soft eagerness in his EM. He was contented and happy as ever.
Good, Megatron thought to himself. He was content and in a good mood, too, though spending time with his love made any day better.
"Would it be all right if I could get some recharge?" Icy was quickly replaced by Flare, who grumbled, "The little buggers won't stop pestering me..."
Megatron nodded, rubbing Blitzwing's side with one arm.
"Rest, then." He kissed Blitzwing's helm as the mech sighed and got comfortable leaning on his conjunx. It made Megatron chuckle softly, such a big, powerful machine enjoying to such a soft, easy moment. "I'll be there for you, no matter what."