Disclaimer: I do not own Transfromers, it belongs to Hasbro. Period.
Warnings: angst, some interface(consensual)/ mentions of assault(non-con), and some scenes of sickness.
Also, there is slash. If you don't like it, please politely turn around and don't read this if you don't like slash.
Again, thank you Morrigayn for some help with this!
enjoy!
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Chapter 1: Pop the Question
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The silver gladiator was in Iacon, sitting outside one of the crystal gardens, the usual meeting spot for him and his lover. The sun of Cybertron shone brightly down on him, warming his armor down to the proto-form skin beneath. He's been sitting there for about a mega-cycle.
He had a rather pensive look on his face, chin resting on his coal black fingertips, elbows on his knees, and staring off at the mechs and femmes around him. Many were out to enjoy the morning the way they saw fit, others were off to work themselves into exhaustion and few were lazing about, doing nothing. Every time the silver mech came to the city of Iacon, it still amazed him how busy it was, yet there was absolutely no reason to fear it. No reason, except what would happened if the High Council ever found out he was the Prime's lover. It was dangerous enough being a gladiator in Kaon and being involved with someone like Optimus Prime could lead to a lot of political turmoil amongst the traditional Councilors. And he didn't give a flying frag about it, as long as they were happy, together and they stayed out of danger.
Suddenly, there was a light tap on his helm a soft clang ringing him out of his thoughts. The silver mech looked over and up into the sapphire optics of the blue, crimson and cloud white mech. In each of the two cyan servos was a cube of energon.
He stood up with a small smile, "I was wondering when you would get here…" his voice was lax, and gentle when he spoke. He had nothing to worry about today really, the gladiator pits were going to be closed for a few solar-cycles for some renovating. He had gotten an unexpected comm. from Prime to meet with him earlier that day. He agreed to, for what better way was there to spend this unexpected time off than with his lover?
"Sorry I took so long. It's hard to get past Ratchet when you are overdue for a check-up," The Prime explained, "I also made a small stop to get you some energon, as you can very well see. I didn't know if you refueled or not, so I got two just in case…"
"I did refuel, as a matter of fact," Megatron answered him, "But I appreciate your offering," he took the warm energon in his hands, reaching up to trace the rim. He would refuel later when he needed it, "So, what did you call me down for?"
He could tell the Prime was smiling behind his mask, by the way his optics twinkled slightly, "I need to ask you something, though first I think we need some privacy," blue optics searched through the crowd, as if searching for something or someone in particular. Megatron did the same. One never knew who would be watching and use this against them. Optimus gently nudged him forwards, in order to follow the older mech.
Immediately a light, almost non-existent blush fell on the gladiator's face plates by the fact he was being led forwards. Not that he minded, he just wasn't used to having another mech being able to make him follow. In fact, down in the arena he fought at, it was usually the silver mech who was able to get the others gladiators to listen and be subordinate. They all respected and feared the silver mech, since he was the greatest fighter in the pits and was also fair with them. Very unlike their boss, Clench, who seemed to have a tendency of selling out or punishing gladiators who displeased him and couldn't pay off their debts to him.
The silver mech was brought out of his thoughts, when he felt Prime nuzzle his helm as they made their way towards the entrance to one of the crystal gardens—a gift to the city of Iacon by one of the Primes before Optimus—and walked through it.
No matter how many times they went into the Crystal Iaconian gardens, it never ceased to make the silver mech's very spark flutter at its beauty. It reminded him of the first time Prime had brought him in here: how he seemed to act like a child, studying and exploring it all, while laughing as the light glass petals from the amber glass blossoms lightly swayed down from their grip on the techno-organic, black iron branches. Even though he felt embarrassed a little afterwards for acting so foolishly, the feeling of happiness hadn't left him until he returned to the arena. And it felt good to feel the weightlessness of a burden lifted from his shoulders if only for a few clicks.
The crimson fight crystal roses left reflections of their glassy surfaces on the usually pale, dull blank walls that surrounded the crystal garden. The sun just made it all look alive.
Megatron felt the gently fingers of the Prime caress his shoulder plating and felt a small weight against the back of his shoulder struts. The silver mech, since they were in the privacy of the garden, placed his own hand over the Prime's. It was a moment they could share in here, one of the few places they were safe to show their affection and love for each other without a more serious risk of being caught. Not that it wasn't risky enough already.
A soft metallic chime-like sound filled the garden from an amber willow when a small breeze blew past it's soft yellow leaves.
"No matter how many times I come in here, It still amazes me how beautiful everything still looks," Megatron whispered, his optics still on the different colored techno-organic creations.
Optimus looked at him, watched as shades of violet, cyan, topaz and crimson shined off the silver mech's armor in small speckles of light from Cybertron's sun. His spark gave a lurch, like it was trying to reach for the silver mech's, while it pounded in slight anxiety.
A stellar-cycle. They have been together for a stellar-cycle, and already, Optimus couldn't really imagine anyone else he wanted at his side for the rest of his existence. He opened the sub-space on the side of his hip plating.
The Prime, taking a one small step at a time, slowly slide himself behind Megatron and rested the side of his helm against the silver mech's temple. He took a moment to intake the soft scent of smoke and oil mixed together in a deep, tingly aroma that made the red and blue mech want to rest his face plate against his lover's neck and breathe it in until he had his fill. And he knew even that would not satisfy him.
He wanted much more than that, and with that thought in mind, the Prime took Megatron's hand.
The silver was brought out of his stupor when he felt something slide into one his hands. Shuttering his optics, he looked down to see what the Prime had place in his hand.
One moment, he was calm and serene, probably the most he's ever been in his life, but now his optics widened and his spark stopped when he saw a silver ring like object, big enough to slip over his hand.
"Prime…" his vocoder seemed to have frozen, making his voice grow hoarse through his shock.
Optimus smiled behind his mask, taking one of the ebony hands and caressing it, "It's a Bonding Band…."
The moment those words left the mech's lip, panic shot through his entire system. He barely kept it back, trying to think rationally, even though he knew where this was going.
Bonding bands were quite sacred. When a couple wished to become spark-mates, they either made each other a bonding band to signify their claim over each other, the much more preferred method, or they bought one from a skilled artisan if they are unable to make one themselves.
They were made to be unique and created to show others that one was bonded to a specific mech, and should the spark mates die, they are buried with it one, to signify their faithfulness to their mate.
Never, in Megatron's whole existence, had he ever seen a gladiator wear a bonding band. Because to wear one in the pits could be an instant death sentence, should the material prove to be worth something.
Optimus watched the silver mech holding the small, silver ring in his fingers tips, studying it. The silver mech was trembling slightly, as he looked at it. The bonding band has small, gold-colored glyphs on it that signified protection, love and faithfulness. He had spent many hours for the past seven solar-cycles, making it. He wanted it to be special and unique, made only for the mech before him to wear. Him and only him.
However, the lack of response started to worry the Prime.
"…..do you know what I am asking you by giving you this Megatron?" he whispered into his lover's audio.
Megatron kept himself from trembling, though he didn't know how, while nodding to the Prime in confirmation of his knowledge of these. He gulped, looking at the ring, as a conflict began to form in his thoughts.
Optimus nuzzled his lover's neck, before turning him around slowly and made him look at him, "…then what will you answer be?"
One side of him was telling to decline the Prime's offer. If he wore a bonding band in the gladiatorial arena, the others would get suspicious and begin asking who the mech was. Or worse, spies could follow him wherever he went and discover him and Prime. He couldn't trust anyone down there, except for a fair few like Soundwave, his bunk mate and Soundwave's creations, and they all did everything in their power to keep him out of trouble. And there was the risk of dying….and he would hate it if a mech removed this beautiful band from him to sell to someone…..
However, another side of Megatron was urging him to say yes. He loved the Prime. No matter how much danger he was put in by being with him, he loved him. He was kind and gentle, and he was unlike other high-classed mechs. In fact, he was quite compassionate and understanding. And Prime loved him.
Both sides were proving valid points, yet he couldn't come to a decision.
He looked from the ring to Optimus and then back. He repeated the process for a few moments, before he sighed. He took Prime's hand in his, and placed the band back in the azure palm, and then closing the finger tips over it.
When his optics met Optimus, it seemed like the Prime could see his conflicted emotions, and beyond that, "….I'll think about it Prime…."
Prime's spark filled with a sense of disappointment, yet it still seem to keep itself raised up at the answer. It wasn't a yes, but it wasn't rejection either.
For some reason, this didn't surprise him.
"All right then…." He said softly, bowing his helm. Then he sighed, "Well it's better than no…."
His matter-of-fact tone, caused a smirk to form on the silver mech's face plates, a little something left over when the silver mech pushed his conflicted thoughts back a mile so he could try to lighten the atmosphere of intensity that had seemed to almost settle over them.
He would think more on it later in the evening, at the when the sun disappeared to give in to night, when he returned to the Rings and thought it all over.
In the meantime though, Megatron took Optimus' free hand and walked with him through the garden for the rest of the afternoon.
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Mushy ending to chapter, yes, do I care? No.
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