(Just a short OptiTron story, just pretend Optimus and Megatron never died in TFP, they ended the war yay! Such cringe worthy cliché story line lol. Enjoy)

Optimus sighed as he relaxed his sore limbs. He had been working all day, training the new soldiers who would be the next defenders of the new Cybertron. He felt a servo be placed softly on his shoulder.

"Long day?" Megatron asked, full knowledge of the answer.

"Very, I swear some of them are deft." Optimus groaned as he lay on his back on the berth. His head resting against Megatron's leg, who was sitting up straight.

"Yet you're able to deal with me?" Megatron joked.

"You dealt with me as Orion Pax first." Optimus smirked. Megatron chuckled. The ex-con's optics were no longer burning red with rage, they had returned to a calm ocean blue. His claws were now soft and caring servos, which he loves using to hold the Prime's own servos.

"Yeah, you were so innocent back then." Megatron said as he stroked Optimus' helm, making him sleepier. Optimus rolled onto his side and snuggled Megatron's legs.

"Comfy?" Megatron asked.

"Very." Was all the Prime could say, he was so tired. Megatron lay down and wrapped Optimus' arms around his waist instead.

"What you got on tomorrow?" Megatron asked.

"Nothing, it's my day off tomorrow." Optimus answered.

"Then I guess you deserve a sleep-in." Megatron smirked. Optimus smiled and nuzzled into Megatron's chest.

"I'd love that." Optimus said weakly. Megatron pulled his face up for a kiss.

"I love you." He whispered. Optimus went back to resting over Megatron's spark.

"I love you too." The Prime replied, Megatron smiled as he cuddled Optimus back. Megatron's spark was beating loudly against his audio receptors but he loved it, he stayed still and listened to it until they both fell into recharge.

(Just a little lovey one-shot. Let me know what you thought, later mates.)