Before it all went down

"Optimus," Megatron kissed his way down the smaller mech's body. "I like your name."

"Thank you." The virgin shook beneath the caressing talons. "I-I named myself."

"Why?" Megatron bit gently into the armor.

"Ah, ah!" Optimus gripped shoulders, "Be-because my name was lost. I'm an orphan."

"Hmm, what a coincidence." Megatron opened his pelvic plating, "Me too."

Almost falling

Megatron growled down at the head scientist, "Give me access, or by Primus-."

"No," Optimus would not budge. "We don't know what this artifact will do."

The other scientists were backing away. Optimus sighed, "Leave us."

They didn't need to be told twice.

Optimus gazed up at The Lord Protector with soft optics, "Megatron, I've seen artifacts kill mechs. I don't want-."

"Do you honestly think me so weak?" Megatron cupped his lover's helm with both servos, "I won't die so easily."

"I know that, but so much can go wrong." Optimus pleaded, "Just let me do some preliminary tests."

"Fine." Megatron growled, "I want access by tomorrow."

"Fine." Optimus brought his hands up, "I missed you."

"And I you." Megatron moved forward, Optimus moved back. They hit the table, Megatron chuckling dark and low.

The other scientists flinched when they heard bangs and clangs in the command center. When Optimus came out a little worse for wear, all of the scientists glared at The Lord Protector.

Megatron had never been so confused in his entire life.

Fallen

Optimus Prime. The name stung the auidos. Megatron clenched his servos. He saw his enemy standing at the edge of a cliff, that cute contemplative look on his facial-plates.

Starscream had told him the bad news a cycle ago. "Optimus has chosen to defy you, my lord."

The betrayal should have hurt, but Megatron wasn't exactly surprised. Optimus was naïve, young, and so very easy to mold. Megatron wasn't discouraged, far from it.

He had charmed the virgin into his berth. He would charm the scientist to his cause.

"Optimus," The mech whirled around, obviously caught off guard. Megatron powered up his cannon, "So good to see you."

Optimus backed up, but a long drop was behind him.

"Don't be a fool." Megatron moved back, "This way."

Optimus hesitated, but did as he was instructed. The Lord of the Decepticons smirked. Optimus had always yielded to him in the end. This would be no different.

"That's right, just a little more." He knew what his lowered pitch did to Optimus. Sure enough, he saw the delicate shivers begin.

"Good, Optimus, good." Memories of better times came with those words. The first time, Optimus shaking beneath him as his spike slid in and out of the mech's valve, the time Optimus tried being on top, always needing encouragement.

"Stop." Optimus shook his helm, "Stop doing that."

"No," Megatron kept his cannon aimed straight, "I'm making a point, Optimus. You can't fight me."

Optimus shook his head, "I have to."

"No, you don't." Megatron moved forward. He placed his thrumming cannon directly over his captive's spark. "Join me, Optimus."

The madness tainted his voice, "Or die where you stand!"

A bucket of ice water couldn't have done the job better. Optimus made a risky move, punching the cannon itself. Megatron roared in fury. Optimus kicked his enemy away.

Megatron fell hard onto some sheet metal. He growled, "I will kill you!" He got up to shoot-.

Optimus was already gone.

Megatron scanned the area, "Wait, Optimus?" He swiveled left and right, "Optimus!" Nothing but metallic environment. "Optimus!"

Not far away in a cave, Optimus forced himself to ignore the pleas. "It's Prime now."

On Earth

Optimus sighed. Decepticon activity had become all but silent since The Fallen's demise. Taking the rare time of peace, the leader of the Autobots was walking alone along the perimeter. The other Autobots were getting some rest and relaxation.

Optimus wished he could recharge, but he'd been restless since his…death. Optimus rubbed the scar over his spark. It was hard to think about it all. Megatron had killed him, stabbed him in the back and killed him.

Optimus sighed.

"If I apologized, would it make a difference?"

Optimus gasped. A servo clamped over his mouth plates, an arm wrapped around his body.

"What if I promised to never kill you again?" Megatron spoke directly into his audio-receptors. "Optimus, I've missed you."

There was a fight after that. On one side, Optimus fought with desperation to force Megatron to let him go. On the other, Megatron fought to get Optimus on his knees, and open the pelvic panel of his captive.

Before it could go any further, Megatron was hailed by his Second in Command. "My Lord!" Starscream's screeching voice blared, "We need you at the Nemesis!"

Megatron growled, "Can't it wait?"

"No! Please hurry!"

Megatron growled. "Very well." He let go of Optimus. "One day, I'll have you again." He stomped away, determined to beat the slag out of his useless Second.

Optimus shook as he got off his knees. A noise startled him.

Starscream came out of the shadows, "I followed him. Figured he'd try something idiotic." He walked up, "You could have fought harder. I know it. You could have defeated him easily."

Optimus looked away. "Yes."

Silence stretched between them.

"I don't envy you, Prime." Starscream transformed and shot off into the sky.

Liar

Optimus tried to kick Megatron off him. The larger mech merely pinned his adversary's wrists above his head, effectively trapping him. "Don't you miss what we had, Optimus?"

"No!" Prime tried to roll away, but Megatron dug his pelvic plating into Prime's. "Never!"

The spike speared the leaking valve.

"Liar."

Is it rape?

Megatron took him over and over again. An endless cycle of fucking that never seemed to end. Optimus cried out, overloading.

He had been captured, forced into Megatron's berth, and forced to be his pet for the night.

"Mine," Megatron growled into the Autobot's audios, "Mine, mine, mine…"

Optimus couldn't help it. He shivered, loving that tone of possessiveness. He knew, logically, he should escape. Get away while the monster was weak from exertion. Optimus had plenty of energy left.

As Megatron lifted himself up to start again, Optimus decided to wait another few orns or so.

There'd be plenty of time to be enemies later. Until then, Optimus would take what he could get.

End of an Era

Unicron came and went. Both leaders survived the terrors inflicted upon Cybertron by the behemoth. Many could not boast the same.

Ratchet was repairing both Decepticon and Autobot. The sides had become blurred.

Optimus looked out across a devastated landscape. Mega…Optimus gazed at the new and improved mech. Galvatron, he called himself now. It took some getting used to.

"Everything's changed, so quickly." Optimus said, wistful. "I hope we can keep this peace, Galvatron."

Galvatron sighed, "I will admit, Prime, I'm growing weary of battles." He looked down at his form, "My ambition nearly cost me my life." He gazed back at Optimus, "I'm willing to start negotiations."

Optimus nodded his head, "I'm glad to hear it." He turned away, "I will inform my men."

"Optimus," Galvatron gently grasped Optimus' chin. He tilted the mech's eyes up to meet his, "Not everything has changed."

Optimus gasped, "Galva-."

Lips met, sparks clashed, and the world began anew.