Brother
So, in the first movie, Optimus refers to Megatron as his brother.
But then, shouldn't Megatron be a Prime too? Did Optimus mean "brother" in a "comrade" sense?
Anyway, there's yet another thing for the fandom to argue about XD But for the purposes of this drabble, they're...I dunno...half-brothers, maybe?
"Congratulations," Optimus says stiffly.
Megatron curls his lip into a sneer. "You don't mean that," he answers, and it's the truth - their bond betrays them. Optimus' posture becomes impossibly rigid, optics cold and hard. In such close proximity, the blue mech's feelings are abundantly clear to his silver brother. "Spare me the polite slag."
"I fear that you've made a mistake, brother," Optimus says, frowning. Whispers of thought processes leak across the weak bond they share. A thousand reasons for the bond to be broken. A hundred or more criticisms of the silver mech's new mate. An impressive collection of hurtful hearsay and rumour.
"And I fear that it's none of your business!" snaps Megatron, anger radiating off his frame. The irritating chattering increases as he lets his own opinions flood the bond. "Who are you to judge me, when it was you that bonded with that weak little femme Elita against the advice of the entire council?!"
Optimus twitches with indignation, engine growling angrily. "This is entirely different, Megatron," he hisses. "Starscream is violent, manipulative, treacherous and far too young to even be an Air Commander, let alone your bondmate. Ratchet is constantly treating you two for injuries you've inflicted upon each other. Why you even bonded with him is beyond me."
"Because I love him," Megatron says bluntly, folding long arms across his chest, and it's not what Optimus wants to hear. "The same reason you, my hypocritical 'brother', bonded with Elita." The blue and red mech shakes his head in defeat, giving Megatron one last, hard glare, before leaving the Lord Protector's quarters.
From the shadowy room behind, Starscream emerges. "I love you too," he rasps smugly.
"Don't let it go to your processor," Megatron growls, stepping forward to caress the flier's faceplates with sharp fingers. "You are violent, manipulative, and every one of the other things he called you."
The Seeker laughs, leaning into the touch. "And that's exactly why you like me."
