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Optimus woke up to the sun gently shining in his optics. He quickly closed them and turned around, back to the window. He reached out in front of him, trying to find the warmth of the (slightly) bigger mech, who usually rests beside him. But he found none of it, his Mate’s place long empty. He checked his internal clock, it was way too early for even Megatron to be online at this hour on a usual day. But today is no usual day. It was Megatron’s first time having political talk as a Lord Protector without him. He will of course receive the reports but it’s not equal to being there to calm the former Warlord.
He shuts his optics once more, trying to fall back into recharge. But something is still bugging his processor in the back. It’s not that he doesn’t trust Megatron, it’s just…well his temper can be questionable sometimes, especially in political settings. He sends him a quick message:
“Is everything going well, My Champion?”
He receives the answer after a few nanoseconds:
“Of course My Treasure, I promised you I will keep my temper in check. I do not plan on breaking that. The congress mechs are bearable at the moment.”
“Would be better with you by my side though. But I suppose even those carrying Primeuses' favour need rest sometimes. Speaking of so-”
“Why in tarnation are you online? Go back to recharge!”
Optimus smiled a bit at that. He can clearly imagine the scowl on his Mates face at the moment. Their bond slightly vibrates, emphasizing the other’s thoughts.
“Alright, My Champion, I will go back to recharge, have a great day, and return to me as soon as possible.”
Megatron only sent a ripple of emotion through their Spark Bond, clearly pleased. Optimus pulled his heater cloth, -a blanket as he learned from his human friends on earth- tighter on himself, getting comfortable. Then he finally went back to recharge.
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He woke up once more to noises in their apartment. He was not weary though. He could feel Megatron from miles away through their bond. He got up, stretched his upper body, then started to walk toward the noices.
He walks out of their recharge chamber to Megatron making their 2nd energon ration of the day. At least it should be. So he was out of it for longer than he expected. He slowly walks behind the silver mech, gently placing his arms around his waist, pulling him in for an embrace. Megatron was not surprised, he felt Optimus waking up a few minutes ago. He turned around to hold the red and blue mech.
“Hello there My Beauty, did you manage to get enough rest?”
The Prime looked at him with those big, blue optics, the ones he always had. Even when they both bore different names. It was so nice to be this cared for, he thought. To be looked after, even if he is everyone's hope. He loved it.
“Of course I did. I might have gone into stasis at this point”
The Warlord hummed at his answer. “You know, you deserve rest as well.” He kissed his helm affectionately.
The Prime just took a hold at the other’s taloned servo, pulling him back to the berthroom. Because in honesty, he was still tired. And for once, in a long time he truly felt like he deserves some rest.
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The End