Author's Note: I just HADDDDDDDDD to write this scene! I really did. XD its where Optimus and Skyspike first meet XD before the war began. ^^ I thought it was a cute little thing in my imagination and I hope you enjoy it XD
Disclaimer: Own Skyspike ^^ Yaay for me.
"This is embarrassing." The flyer chuckled softly to himself, when he just allowed his helm to tip back and rest against the cool surface of the transport pod. The faint lights glimmered through the vast glass bubble overhead and down one side in a long strip, the flickering lights of Iacon glowing warmly in greeting, yet remained beyond his reach. An arm wrapped around his knees, his hazel coloured optics dimmed when he turned his attention to the quiet mech that sat in one of the chairs, long legs stretched out and looking almost thoughtful.
Wings flickered once, Skyspike swallowing the lump that was in his vocals, he hated being trapped in this place, it was suffocating to know that there was freedom just metres away and he couldn't grasp it without blowing a hole in the side of the transport pod and its tubing.
"I am grateful for the quiet."
It startled Sky to hear him say something like that, his optics turning on the mech across from him, curiosity getting the better of him and he studied the powerful mech that perched just there. And suddenly he realised exactly whom the mech was and wanted nothing more than to kick himself in the aft for his stupidity. Optimus Prime sat there in the dark, vivid blue optics dimmed to almost grey in thoughtful contemplation, his face a mask of solemn shadows and that stoic nature that seemed to surround Optimus. He had so many speak of this mech, that if there was one mech that could change the world if he so much as spoke… it would be Optimus. There was none closer to Primus.
"Is it difficult?" Skyspike couldn't stop himself, the flyer turning his attention from the fact that he was getting extremely claustrophobic to the mech before him. Optimus was definitely a good distraction. The mech was gorgeous and that voice… just made his circuits overheat at the sound of it. Yet, there was something far more about him that just simple attraction that drew him his gaze to the powerful Cybertronian. "Being under so much scrutiny all the time?"
"Yes." The glow of those captivating blue optics cut off as the crimson and blue mech leaned back, his helm coming to rest against one glassed in side of the transport pod.
Sky was suddenly on his pedes, slowly approaching the mech, intelligent optics sweeping over every inch of the mech, catching the stress and strain marking that powerful body. Silently sitting down beside the larger mech, his wings flickered worriedly, his black and gold frame shivering once with apprehension as he reached out a hand… His fingers hovered for several seconds, before brushing slowly down against Optimus's warm cheekplate, just lingering there for one long moment, thumb sweeping up and back for a second, feeling the heat of that frame, the faint throb of that powerful spark.
"You aren't alone." The flyer didn't know what had gotten into him as he whispered those words to the mech before him, his lips pressing together and his fingers continued to rub lightly against the smooth cheekplate beneath his touch. "You aren't alone, Optimus. There are so many here around you, I think everyone else just forgets that you're not infallible, that you have needs and desires like every other mech."
Those blue optics pinned Skyspike to the spot, when the Prime felt the fingers withdrawing from where they had touched his face, he lifted a hand instantly up to stop them. Cupping them against his jaw, he turned his helm just enough to be able to slide his hot lips over the hyper-sensitive pads of those digits, pressing the softest of kisses to them. Optimus Prime couldn't help himself, the touch was so unexpected. No one dared to approach him, so many friends had gradually retreated, his position placing him… But yet this beautiful mech had willingly stepped into the firing line in an attempt to comfort him.
Fingers tingling, Sky swallowed hard around the lump that was forming in his vocals. "Taciturn always says… my mouth is going to get me into trouble one day."Flushingslightly, his cheekplates heated while his hand remained in that infinitely tender grasp.
"No trouble." Optimus shifted and catching the look on the mech's face almost chuckled. There was something soothing about this mech, something that he had never felt before, a kinship. Did this mech see right through him, where so many had failed? "I enjoy your honest."
"I thought you were enjoying the quiet."
"I find I prefer your voice to the quiet." Optimus's lips turned upwards at the corners, blue optics memorising every inch of this mech's face, studying the elegant black and gold paintwork and those striking hazel-bronze optics. "And your sense of humour."
"My sense of humour is unfortunately warped." Skyspike snorted softly in amusement, drawing his legs up onto the chair beside Optimus and their shoulders brushed together as he leaned a little into the warmth of the large frame, the tips of his wings vibrating with the strange wash of emotions that were beginning to form inside his spark. "I think half the time I'm far more trouble than I'm worth, I bet even poor Silverbolt has had enough of my aft sitting on planet."
The Prime kept possession of that slender hand, tucking it between his own and allowing it to rest in his lap, fingertips tracing circles across the back of that elegant servo. "Well I appreciate your humour."
Head dropping slowly sideways, his cheekplate eventually came to rest against one shoulder, feeling the sense of claustrophobia beginning to seep away while his hand was being stroked. "Optimus, what is really bothering you?" One hazel optic peeked up at the Prime, desperately hoping he wasn't overstepping his bounds, he was nothing more than a lowly surveyor bot, yet here Optimus was treating him as if he meant the world to him. It felt so good…
"I find myself… questioning my convictions."
"Is it about the Lord High Protector?"
"Yes. Megatron makes many valid points…"
"But at times he is definitely wrong." Sky nuzzled his face against the broad shoulder, just melting into the contact between their bodies, feeling so at ease. Optimus was not like he had expected, the mech was awe-inspiring, but yet all the heavy burdens that weighed the mech down were piling up on top of those strong shoulders. "He is the mountain."
"I do not see…"
"He is firmness, the resolve of the Cybertronian people. He will make the tough decisions when they are needed to protect and preserve our world." Skyspike enjoyed the conversation, being able to speak his mind without fear of being ridiculed for his ideas and ideology. "You are the river, you are willing to change to suit the needs of your people. You are the compassion, the spark and mercy of our people. You temper the steel that flows from the mountain."
"Is that what you see in me?"
"It is. I see a mech who is willing to bear the heaviest burden for the sake of his people, but you need not be alone in your task. There are many willing to stand with you."
"Prime?"
The voice broken through the darkness and actually made both Cybertronians flinch at the sound, Skyspike squeaking slightly, before he was soon pushing himself upwards, scooting a little away from Optimus.
"Will you stand with me?"
The flyer's optics flared wide when he stared up at the Prime in raw shock at the question he had just been asked.
Lips brushed against the back of his fingers in a quiet caress, Optimus Prime wanting somehow to draw this mech closer to him, he needed this, needed the reassurance that came from just the mech's presence alone. This mech seemed to be able to see right to his spark, through any barriers he attempted to place between himself and those around him. Skyspike saw right through him and he cherished that. "Stand with me, Skyspike."
"You… you know my name?"
A slight nod and a tender little smile quirked the corners of his lips. "You see me, Sky. I cherish that about you. I need your honesty to keep myself true to my convictions. I trust in you."
"You barely know me…" Confusion flashed over his features, his optical ridges pressing together, a touch troubled.
"My spark knows and as far as I've been told, I'm quite a good judge of character."
"Then, yes, Optimus Prime I will stand with you. Whenever you have need of me, I will stand beside you and bear the heaviest burden with you."
Loving the world. XD