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When Optimus and Orion online, they feel oddly warm. Blinking tiredly, it takes them a moment to realize what exactly is wrong. It is all the more embarrassing because they have two pairs of red optics watching them as they get their bearings. "M-M-Megatron! St-Starscream!" they both exclaim at the same time, blushing heavily.
They are also out of reach of each other, and neither twin is happy with that. They've been onlining in each other's arms for ages, and now Optimus is being held by Megatron and Starscream has Orion. "I don't," Optimus flushes, "I don't remember coming to your berthroom last night, Lord Megatron." The spark under him is so very hot, and he can feel the pulses of it even through the sparkplates. /Frag, do you think they're planning on 'facing us, Orion?/
/What else would they be doing?/ Orion shifts uncomfortably on top of Starscream.
The seeker cups his aft, lowering his voice in what is almost painful to hear from a seeker, "We brought you here because you were recharging so very badly. Would you like to have some energon?"
Megatron pets Optimus's frame, "Even if you want to head straight to work, we insist that you fuel up before you go."
"But if you want to pay us for the energon," Starscream traces his claws down the central seam of Orion's sparkplates, "you are more than welcome to do so. I accept payment with your sparks."
Megatron reaches over and cuffs Starscream's helmet. "You are not obligated to do anything, but we do find you very attractive." Megatron rubs his hips, curling fingers around his aft to give it a squeeze.
/Should we?/ Orion asks, his spark pulsing quickly, building up quite a lot of heat. /I mean, I don't think Ultra will be happy if we 'face these bots specifically, but maybe it'll teach him that we're not sparklings?/
/Or maybe it will turn him off badly enough that he fires us./
Orion keeps from making a disappointed sound, and slips off of Starscream, /We still have that date he promised us. I don't want to miss that./
Optimus slips off of Megatron, taking Orion's servo in his own, "We can just go, sir. We don't even need the energon. We're just fine how we are." He leans against his twin, /I just wish we knew how he found us. No one goes where we were. We may have to go all the way to the back of the lower level./
Orion nods in a way only Optimus can tell while Megatron moves them closer, "No, little bots. You must fuel up. You are half starved and shaking. It would be remiss of us to let you go like this." Starscream runs claws along their frames, and Megatron pulls out a few energon sweets, "Eat these while we get you a few cubes. You will, of course, be given several to keep in your subspaces."
/Frag. You think we can maybe distract them into forgetting about this? We can't afford to find an apartment and keep doing all the work we're doing./ Orion tries to dodge Starscream's claws, and the seeker only grows more bold, reaching out to pull both bots onto his lap. /Maybe if we interface them, they'll leave us alone after?/
Optimus gives his brother a flat look. /You really think they'll be LESS interested after they've had us writhing for them?/
"Aw," Starscream coos, "they're using private twin speak. I wonder if they're telling each other how fragging hot it would be to let us see them lick each other's sparks."
Megatron just rolls his optics, getting off the berth, "Or they're talking about how much trouble that you'll be getting into if you try to force them to." The mech waves a servo at the candies, "I did tell you both to eat. You'll be allowed to take that and more. I can't stand to see bots starving."
Optimus and Orion hold each other a little tighter, looking at the energon sweets with nervous optics. They would love to have it, but they aren't sure if it is drugged or extra high potency for bots of Decepticon frame size. Starscream runs claws along their frames, seeming to read their thoughts, "Would you like us to eat one first? You can choose which one. It would be no hardship, not when Oil Slick made these." The seeker smirks, "They don't even have red cora in them, since those wouldn't have been allowed on planet."
"Which was rather upsetting to learn," Megatron returns with several cubes of energon. Decepticon-sized cubes. "The easiest way to get Starscream to cease his whining is to give him things laced with red cora." A smile spreads across his lips, "Preferably while he is in the presence of another seeker."
Optimus revs a little at that thought. Seekers are such hot-afts. It's not fair to tempt them with images of Starscream and some nameless seeker writhing together, wings twitching and flexing as they grind sparks.
Orion shifts a bit next to him, clearly thinking the same thing. They hold each other tightly, "Y-yes, I suppose so." They hate how it would be rude to demand the Decepticons actually follow through with the offer to test it first. They can't actually tell the bots that they're worried about it.
Megatron takes that out of their servos by pulling out a candy, pulling it into four parts, and murmuring, "How about you each take a piece and Starscream and I eat the other two?"
They give a silent sigh of relief, and each take one. After the other two mechs eat it first, they pop their own. Their optics flicker as the candy melts on their glossa, and it is incredibly hard not to just slink into Megatron's lap. They know the mech would happily servo feed them a tiny bit at a time, just to watch them mewl and ask for more. They're glad they spent all that time with Elita-1, so they can keep that under control.
Even if it is very tempting.
"Oil Slick made these?" Orion asks, glossa flicking out to lick his lips clean of energon residue. Optimus catches sight of a tiny bit of pink on his brother's mouth that he'd missed and leans in to kiss him, cleaning it away with his own glossa.
Two large engines rev loudly when they kiss, and the twins smile into it, putting on a show to thank the mechs for giving them such amazing candy.
They don't stop kissing until Starscream curses and slides a servo between them to rub intently at their sparkplates.
They pull away reluctantly, pushing the claws further from their plates. They huddle together again, and Megatron pushes the bowl of candy in front of them. "Go ahead and keep fueling, little bots. You are still clearly very starved. We'll tell your Magnus that we're taking care of you this sol, just fuel up."
They glance at each other, this is a sol that they have to work. It is scheduled right in, and if they don't, they'll possibly lose the job. Optimus shakes his head nervously, "We have to go now. We can't stay here."
They are Academy students still, officially. If they are . . . fired, the Academy will endeavor to find them another position, but no bot will want to touch them if the Magnus found them lacking. "We have work to do," Orion adds helpfully, slipping off the berth. "We thank you for the sweets, and if you insist, we will take some of this energon as well."
Megatron catches the both of them and scoops them up as though they were sparklings. "I think we should consult with your Magnus on this issue. He should be in the office by now, am I correct?"
They look at each other, checking the time, and nod reluctantly. He'd have come in a little bit ago and saw that neither of them are at their desk. They're going to be fired for certain, and there goes any hope of staying off of Haydon IV. They hate their home planet, and they don't want to go back to it.
Megatron smiles at them, "I think we'll just walk over there." Fingers draw along their frames, and they all get off the berth, "I was originally going to ask you both if you were being trained to be diplomatic ambassadors to replace the one we have now. I would quite like a pair of twins in exchange for the Shockwave and Longarm twins we have here. You would be a welcome improvement over the single bot we have there now."
Optimus and Orion try and escape his arms, and Megatron only holds them more tightly. "I'm not certain we're built for living in Decepticon society." Orion moans softly as Starscream comes up beside Megatron and tickles his sparkplates again.
"You would do wonderful," the seeker purrs at him, fluttering his wings in a way that reminds them both of overload, and makes their engines rev loudly.
The seeker gives them more energon candy and cubes of energon that they reluctantly put in their subspaces as Megatron walks out of the room. "We're happy working for the Magnus," they say cautiously, voices wobbling slightly out of place in their nervousness.
Megatron walks easily along the path to Ultra's office, "We'd love to have you with us, little bots. You would not want for fuel, and you would be very highly placed."
They would be sparkwarmers, or berthbots, and any position as delegate or emissary would be purely in title only as they spent their sols having as many overloads as possible.
While that sounds fantastic in theory, they would grow bored of it very quickly. "If the Magnus wishes us to have such a position when we graduate the Academy, we will take it into consideration," Orion offers, unwilling to commit to anything more than a vague promise that they will think about it.
Megatron rubs their frames softly, "Drink your energon, little bots. The little you ate is not nearly enough to make you well."
They frown when Starscream pushes two Decepticon sized cubes into their servos again. "We're fine. We can fuel at the designated time."
Megatron raises an optic ridge, "Could you humor an old mech? I'd hate to see you so hungry."
"You're not old," Optimus protests, sipping slowly on the energon cube. /I/ They dislike being drugged. Especially around bots that want to 'face them. "You are very attractive and have many more vorns ahead of you."
The twins sink down in his arms when they reach more populated areas of Command, and bots turn to stare at them.
Starscream looks like he's about to kiss them, just to get them to feel even more horrified, but Megatron pushes the seeker discreetly out of the way, saying just loudly enough to be heard by the bots around them, but quietly enough he can claim that it was meant to be just heard by the twins, "You both need to take better care of yourselves. If we hadn't found you, you surely would be still starving. You need to not work so very hard. Keep drinking, you'll feel better when you're fully fueled. You barely even touched it."
They look down at their three-fourths full cubes, and sip on it reluctantly. The rumor that they 'faced Megatron will be tempered by his insistence that they were starving.
Unless bots believe they were fragged so vigorously so often that they were always running on low-fuel.
It didn't matter. "You can put us down now," Optimus says, making it more of an order than a request. They aren't going to be carried into Ultra Magnus's office. That would be embarrassing beyond belief, and it's not something either bot is willing to contemplate. "Our peds are as functional today as they were yesterday."
Megatron chuckles, deep and dark in a way that resonates with their sparks to remind them the mech holding them is a Decepticon, the most dangerous one in existence even if he hides it with trappings of elegance and spark pulsing sexuality. "I think I will keep holding you, little bots. You will be set down when I know you won't take off just to hide in your datapad stacks."
They share a worried look, "We have a job to do. You are keeping us from it. We can't just not do it."
Megatron smirks, "I am fairly certain that if the leader of another faction comes in with you, you will not get in trouble, little bots. Not for not going straight to work, anyway."
They're doubtful, but they don't express those doubts aloud. Instead, they huddle closer together, and Orion curses at the silver and purple-red paint on their chests. /We look like we've been grinding sparks. Do you have a spare cloth in your subspace?/ Orion slides his servo into Optimus's subspace, hunting for something to polish themselves clean with. /My last one is dirty./
Optimus vents a frustrated huff of air, /Mine are all dirty too./
They lean against each other, frustrated. /Of course this happens when we hadn't gotten to the washrack./
Optimus nods, and they both freeze when they get to Ultra's office. They place the energon cubes the best they can to hide their chests, even if they know it is futile, and Megatron opens the door without even knocking. They glare up at the Decepticon leader, but Ultra doesn't even look up, "Did you want something, Clear Sky? I wasn't expecting you here for another megacycle or so."
Megatron sits in the chair opposite Ultra's desk, and Starscream stands behind and to his right, as his second is expected to. "I did not expect to find that Glosswing had decided to keep berthslaves." He strokes a servo along the twins' frames, and Ultra's optics fix on the streaks of paint on their chests. "When I went hunting for a datapad to keep myself entertained, I was not expecting to find your lovers tucked away on a fold-out berth in the datapad storage. Nor was I expecting them to be suffering energon and recharge deprivation."
Ultra gives the twins an absolutely stunned look, "You've been working yourselves so hard you've been starving yourselves?" The mech continues before they can answer, glaring at Megatron, "And they are not my lovers. I don't even know where you got that ridiculous idea."
They look down at the energon in the cubes, while Megatron chuckles. "You put them both in the consort placement when you take them to the treaty meetings. What else am I to think?"
Ultra's glare intensifies, "That I don't want you 'facing them."
"Because they are servicing your spark and you have always been a very jealous mech," Megatron chuckles again, louder this time. "I should have guessed. Your most recent publication was about Metalmist developing a crush on twin officers Lightspark and Sparkdrive. You are not subtle at all, Ultra."
Orion and Optimus give each other a shocked look. They had read that, and were excited to see that their fanfic may actually be canon in the next novel, but the fact that the officers are based on them brings a whole new dimension to it. They aren't really sure how they feel about it.
Optimus asks quietly, "So you don't hate us?"
"I," Ultra flushes in a way they've never seen the Magnus blush before, "the way I feel for you is irrelevant. It is inappropriate for an officer as highly ranked as I am to take advantage of bots who work under him."
Starscream purrs, his claws slipping down to stroke the twins, "Oh, I'm sure you wish for them to work under you."
Megatron cuffs him again, hard enough to knock him away. "If you have nothing productive to add, you are welcome to leave."
The seeker sticks out his glossa, and crosses his arms, making Ultra sigh, "You really need more adult lovers, Megatron."
Starscream huffs, gesturing at the twins, "You're one to talk, old bot."
Megatron cuffs Starscream again, "Get out." The seeker stands up sulkily, and Megatron points at the door, "Go harass Lugnut. I know you love doing that." The mech ruffles his wings, and stalks out, muttering under his breath the entire time. "Now, then, back to what this was originally about." The twins are set on the desk, and Megatron pets their frames, "They have been starving themselves for you, it seems. This can not go on."
"No. It cannot." Ultra Magnus laces his fingers together and rests his servos on his desk, leaning towards them. "Would you care to explain why you have been overworking yourselves?"
Orion crosses his arms over his chest, defiant now that he's certain he's going to end up fired. They might as well go out proud, with their heads held high. "You told us to organize the datapads. How else did you think we'd manage to get it done?"
Ultra sighs, "That was just busywork. You insisted on both showing up when I told you I only needed one bot."
The twins glare at the mech, "That mess was busywork? You should have hired a librarian, but we managed to get the entire room organized, and now we're working on the upper and lower floors!"
Ultra blinks at them in confusion, "... all of the upper and lower floors?"
Optimus pulls out the datapad they've been using to plan out the organization and repairs. It had been lucky they'd both already known how to build shelves and storage units from their time in some of the factories they've worked at, since everything had needed to be replaced. "Yes. While it would have been more logical to start from either the top or the bottom levels, we were unaware they existed until we'd cleared out the pads that were covering the door."
Ultra takes the datapad from him, frowning at how /bad/ it was before. "If... If I had known how bad this was, I never would have told you to do it. You will stop, and I will hire an actual librarian to take care of it."
They glare at him, "No. We want to do it, since we're almost done."
The Magnus raises an optic ridge, "From what I remember, there are about eleven floors to the datapad storage. I was expecting you to do general fixes on the front area." The bots rubs his optics as they gape at him.
"Eleven floors?"
"Hm," Megatron hums, curling a possessive servo around Orion. "I think you are forgetting something, Glosswing. Your twins were recharging in the pad storage rooms, and they've been terminally low on energon. I wonder if your officers are homeless."
Optimus turns and hisses under his breath, hopefully quiet enough so Ultra Magnus won't hear it, "Stop helping, Lord Megatron." Does the bot want them to have to sell their sparks on the side?
Ultra gives them a hopeless look, "Are you?"
They look at each other, knowing that if they lie Ultra is uncannily good at being able to tell. Orion bites his lower lip, saying nervously, "I wouldn't say homeless. It depends on your point of view." They could call the storage area home, it was better than a lot of the apartments they used to live in, and was quieter than the dorms in academy.
Ultra rubs his optics, "And if I was to say, 'You aren't allowed to recharge in the datapad storage area' would you say you are homeless?"
They give each other a thoughtful look, trying to figure out if they could get Sentinel or Elita-1 to take them in. Sentinel would certainly declare them as his and never let them forget it, while Elita would kick them back on the streets randomly whenever it suited her purpose. They bite their lower lips, and nod once, very nervously.
Ultra curses under his ventilations, and he looks them straight in the optics. "Why didn't you come to me, or to another officer for help? We offer temporary housing to bots in need, provided they are looking for a job or already employed." He cuts them off before they can reply with a wave of a servo, "No. Don't answer. It is unimportant. What matters now is that we find a place for you to stay."
Slag. They can't afford any place that would meet the Magnus's approval. Orion ducks his head, "It's alright, sir. We can find housing on our own." The slums at the edge of the city meant they had a megacycle of travel or more each sol in each direction, but they could still afford to occasionally buy energon if they moved there. Even if it meant all the money they had saved up for their paintjobs for the date with Ultra is gone.
It isn't like the Magnus will want to go on that date now, anyway.
Megatron runs a servo along their frames, touching them gently, "And you would lose out on recharge or not afford anything. I think not, little bots."
Ultra gives Megatron a flat look, "Do stop calling my Autobots little bots, this is one of the reasons so many dislike you."
Megatron raises an optic ridge, saying something without words to Ultra that passes over the twins' heads, before nodding. "I think that they would do better with temporary housing."
"Very well. We are in agreement, then." Ultra focuses on the twins, "We can assign you temporary officer's quarters. We have some here on base, and a few apartment complexes further in the city. Your first stellar cycle is rent-free, and if you choose to remain in the rooms, Command will remove half your pay for room and board."
They exchange a glance. Half of their pay to cover room and board was unusually generous. The Magnus had to be doing it out of guilt.
Megatron raises an optic ridge, "I think you should take them in yourself."
Ultra glares, "You think that because you want them in easy access for you."
The grey mech waves a servo, "I think that because it is very clear that they would love to spend time with you. Didn't you say you were going to be going to a play with your secretary? I think they'd love to spend more time with you. It isn't like you don't have plenty of room. Most of that place goes completely unused."
"I am not going to require my secretaries to live with me," Ultra hisses at Megatron, finally losing his temper. "That may be acceptable behavior for Decepticons, but it is not for us."
They wouldn't mind living with Ultra Magnus, even if they were cast in the role of berthbots for him. Primus, they want to spend their time in his berth, pleasuring his spark. That's not what they want for their entire purpose, of course, but securing a position in his berth has always been one of their goals.
They give him pleading looks, and the Magnus looks increasingly uncomfortable, "... no." They look at the floor, sparkbroken. "You will live in the officer's quarters, and if you choose to stay after the stellar cycle is up, you have your rent set."
They nod sadly, "Yes, Ultra Magnus, sir."
They start to slip off the desk, only to get pulled into Megatron's arms, "I think that they should take the sol off from sorting datapads. Spend some time showing me and my fellow Decepticons Cybertron."
"They have work in the-" Ultra cuts himself off, apparently unwilling to task them with returning to the datapad storage until he has a better idea of what kind of workload he is assigning to them. He falls silent for a klik. "If they wish to show you around the city, they are free to do so, but they will be doing so as paid guides."
Megatron smirks at him, and then turns to the twins. "Would you do us the honor of showing us what has changed in your city since our last visit, many vorns ago?"
They look at each other, clearly unsure if they should agree or not. This is one of their required workdays, and Ultra just took away the only thing they were allowed to do. They'd do the secretary work, but the mech that took over their job for the entire time the Decepticons are visiting is already there.
"If... if that's what you want us to do," they say reluctantly.
Megatron looks at them with dim optics, "I would like nothing more."
They look at each other, "We'd like to specify that we don't want to be carried."
Something like disappointment flickers across the larger bot's face, but he nods. "Of course. You may have to remind Blitzwing of that fact several times, as his less rational personalities are less than perfect at remembering details. It does not help that Blitzwing is used to carrying Oil Slick."
Optimus and Orion are well aware that smaller bots in Decepticon culture are deemed lapbots until they prove their willingness to offline bots for picking them up.
Orion gives Megatron a confused look, "Oil Slick the zombie mech allows himself to be picked up?"
Megatron gives them an amused look, "So you were Autobot sparklings raised on that story?" Optimus and Orion just nod, because like frag are they going to admit their neutral background to Megatron. "How amusing." The mech waves a servo, "Blitzwing and Oil Slick are lovers. That's the reason Oil Slick allows it, and why Blitzwing has been oddly unbalanced during this visit. Allowing any of Team Chaar on the planet would be an outright statement of war, even if we kept Oil Slick in the berth, and Strika firmly at Lugnut's side."
It would be deeply amusing to see anyone try to make a femme like Strika stay at Lugnut's side. Rather, it would go the other way, and Lugnut would do everything Strika told him to, just as most mechs would for their femme.
They still aren't going to allow themselves to be carried around the city like pets. "If we ask him to put us down, then he will?"
Megatron's expression turns weary, "If you ask, he will. If you order his Icy face, he may not."
They give each other a slightly confused look at that, but nod. "Then we can take you out to look over Cybertron."
Megatron smiles, "I thought you would. You may want to wash up, but we will be waiting for you in the main area when you return."
They slip off of Ultra's desk, giving the Magnus one last look before slipping away. They take off running, servo in servo, to the washrack by the datapads. They want to get this paint off of them as quickly as possible.
Their washing process is exceptionally fast, because they want a few kliks to polish up to a decent shine. They will be going out with a seeker, and if their polishing level is not adequate, they fully anticipate that Starscream will grab them and polish them himself. Seekers are well-known for this tendency.
Polish them until they are venting hard and begging him to use their sparks.
Orion shudders, and Optimus shivers with him, their bond thrown wide open, spark-sensations shared equally between them. "You're thinking filthy things, Orion. Do you want to 'face them this sol?"
Orion frowns, starting to polish up his brother, "Ultra will be upset with us if we do." He scoffs, "Not that he isn't already."
Optimus makes a face, working on polishing as well, "Everyone already thinks we did, and are going to keep thinking that even if we tell them we didn't."
"Especially if we tell them we didn't. Refusing to admit it makes us look guilty, saying we did makes us liars. I hate this sort of thing. At least with Sentinel it didn't really matter because Elita 'faces him, too."
They add a bit more of the nicer polish they keep for special occasions, "I kinda want to, but if we do, I don't think Ultra will ever think of us how we want him to."
"Then we won't 'face them," Orion declares firmly, and then lowers his voice. "But I mean, if they insist, or we want to play with them a little, maybe we could . . play with each other while they watch? Ultra can't get mad about that, right?"
Optimus would love to lick his brother's spark while Megatron and his most loyal followers plus Starscream watch. "I think he could still be upset with us, but I wouldn't say no to it."
Orion nods, "I think they would have to suggest it first. And I'm not talking the first thing they suggest, since they most likely will. It has to be bargained out of us. Make it seem like they have to fight us for it."
Optimus smiles, "That's a very good idea, and would make us look better for Ultra. We can easily declare we can't because of the energon starvation."
And if the Decepticons responded by giving them sweets and sticky energon bars to share, neither twin was going to object. They doubt the Decepticons will object either after they see the way Optimus and Orion enjoy their sweets together. It's painfully easy to get bots revved after letting them watch just a few short kisses.
It's good being twins.
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