Chapter 53 here to stay!
Anyway, disclaimer: I do not own transformers prime, it belongs to Hasbro.
Warnings: you tell me
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Chapter 53
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Optimus rubbed the sides of his helm, as he sat there at the edge of his berth, his elbows wresting on his knee caps, helm resting in his servos, as he sat there. He felt terrible, so very, very terrible.
What had happened yesterday?
What the frag had he done to make Megatron so afraid of him?
When he had been smacked, he remembered seeing the fear in the silver mech's red optics, that were on the verge of crying. It stunned and confused the Prime to no end.
Had he done something wrong? What had he done? What the slag had he done to make Megatron react to his request to bond with him in such a way?
He almost jumped when the doors to his quarters slammed open.
In a blur of red, and blue, and the sound of yells, Prime was being pinned to the wall, with an enraged and upset Knockout and Breakdown. The blue mammoth had him pinned down with his body, while Knockout pinned him down by the throat. He took out his prod, before Optimus could ask what was going on. He blinked and stared in shock, then slight worry.
"You have ten seconds to explain why the slag Megatron was sobbing his optics out, and why he's been crying your name in the med. bay all night!" he narrowed his optics at the Prime dangerously. He turned on the prod with a hum, "Ten, nine…."
"I…I…." Prime stared at the prod with slight anxiety, "I just wanted to bond with him last night."
There was a long moment of silence. Then…
ZZZZAP!
"OW!"
"ARE YOU INSANE?"
Prime winced, optic twitching from the shock of the prod, and the volume of Knockout's scream of anger. Breakdown growled, amber optic narrowed angrily.
"Do you have any idea how serious this is?" Knockout snarled, "Do you remember any of the things me and Breaky told you that happened to the poor mech under Straxus' hands?"
Prime tensed. He remembered only too well.
"I am well aware of that fact…."
Knockout growled, unsatisfied with the Prime's answer, "If you do, then you'd also know that Megatron suffers from serious trauma after all the hell Straxus put him through, force bonding and interfacing with him to the point that he wanted to off-line himself!"
Prime snapped his helm up and stared at Knockout.
Megatron….Megatron had wanted to off-line himself?
What else had Straxus done to him that Prime didn't know about?
"You should know better than to have dropped something like that on him! Any mech with sense would have asked him and talked it over with him first, but you were probably thinking with THIS," Knockout flicked at the Prime's pelvic plating, making the blue, red and silver mech cringe, "instead of THIS!" Knockout pointed at his helm.
Breakdown growled, "You are so lucky it's us, and not his father, because man, did that mech look ready to skewer you."
Optimus winced slightly under their glares, and words, while his spark ached slightly. What had he been thinking? He wasn't.
"…..where is he now?" he whispered.
"….we don't know," Knockout sighed, "He went off on his own and hasn't returned yet.
…..
Kitten squealed, as Bumblebee rubbed his face into her belly, making small buzzes that vibrated into her belly, leaving a tickling sensation. She squirmed, giggling and gasping for air.
Blockade was asleep against his mother's shoulder, snoozing the day away, as he listened to beating of his carrier's spark. His little door wings flickered back and forth, and he let out a small purr. Barricade snickered, before kissing his son's helm, nuzzling it lovingly.
Kitten yawned, revealing two tiny fangs, before her father picked her up, and let her curl up against his chest plates. Barricade chuckled at the sight, before standing up also.
Both laid their little ones down in the crib that Knockout and Bulkhead had built for them. The two little ones unconsciously snuggled into each other, and held each other, purring and mewling quietly in contentment.
Five seconds before there was a booming voice that roared so loud, it was like whoever was yelling was right there.
"WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT? YOU FRAGGING, NO GOOD-!"
Barricade plugged the little's ears, as Prime threw some very colorful words out there.
He did not want their first words to be swears.
…..
Megatron transformed and landed on a tall plateau, with a heavy clang.
He didn't know where he was, what he was doing here and nor did he care. He sat down on the hard surface, his elbows resting on his knees. He rocked back and forth, holding his helm in his hands, as he thought about last night's events.
Oh Primus, what the slag had he done?
He had smacked Optimus, his Optimus, who had wanted to bond with him. Slag, what was wrong with him?
Megatron let out a growl of anger, directed at himself. He had freaked out; he thought he had gotten over this, after eons of war!
His spark gave an aching pulse.
Did he want to bond with Optimus? Yes. Before Straxus got him, he would have given anything to bond with his Prime, but now….well, after being Straxus' mate, his opinion on bonding wasn't a very good one.
He still wanted it though, but he was scared.
What if it hurt like all the other times he's experienced spark bonding? How would Prime react to seeing his memories as Straxus' mate and then as Decepticon leader? Would he be disgusted with him, and break off their relationship? Would he believe he was a whore, like Straxus had called him?
He wiped the tears away, as he remembered those moments.
A small part of him told him that Prime would never do that to him, that he was a good mech, and that Optimus loved and adored him. But a larger part, the part that was scarred and frightened after stellar-cycles of abuse, told him he should be careful, and avoid Optimus as best he could.
Megatron looked up at the sunrise, his wings hitched, as he thought about the night Prime had admitted his feelings for him. He stared at the colors, taking in deep intakes. He smiled slightly at the memory. His spark swelled gently in joy as it remembered that.
They've been through the pit and back, they had two sparklings, they admitted they loved each other. Megatron off-lined his optics, tears stopping at last. He stood up, and watched sun rise slowly, before taking in a bracing intake of air.
They needed to talk.
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Maximum squeaked and then giggled.
"Nom..nom..nom…" Kitten gnawed on his antennae, making the little mech squeal and squirm, as tickling sensations filled him.
"Kitty, no tickles!" He squealed.
Blockade waved a hand around, suckling on his small knuckles, squealing, and whistling, giggling.
The adults were talking in the med. bay, as the little ones played outside near the steps.
"I swear, if you weren't already romantically involved with my sparklet, I would have left you to Galvatron and Cyclonus," Ratchet snarled.
Optimus winced, as Ratchet welded his antennae back together. After hearing the news that Megatron had run off, he had gone crazy on Knockout and Breakdown, and had proceeded to beat the slag out of them, then Cyclonus and Galvatron who had come to try and stop the fight, until Bulkhead had pinned him down, by sitting on him.
Now, he had a bent antennae and a back ache. Galvatron sat in the med, berth across from him with a dented cheek plate, and a cracked optic sensor. Cyclonus had a bent and dented antennae, and was glaring daggers at Optimus Prime.
Maximum squealed louder, and giggled, as Kitten began tickling his sides and underarms.
"Aba! ABA!" Kitten squeaked out.
Maximum writhed, giggling and mewling, "No, Kitty, no tickles!"
Suddenly, the tickling stopped. Maximum cooed and chirruped, panting slightly, before he was picked up. He looked around frantically for a moment, before he was rested against a warm and familiar chest plated. He looked up with questioning chirp, before he squealed.
"Mama! Mama play?" Maximum touched his mother's face plates.
Megatron smiled and then sighed heavily, "Not right now. Where's your Dada?"
Maximum tilted his helm, "Dada get mad, beat up Unca Breaky and Knocker, then Nana and Pop. Unca Bulky stop Dada."
Megatron quirked an optic ridge. Prime had gone a rampage? Slag, it's been a while since Optimus had had any of those. In fact the last one was probably before the war. Jazz had said something, and then he was flattened to the wall three seconds later.
The silver mech blinked when he heard a small tapping. He looked down and smiled at his grandchildren, Kitten and Blockade, both looking at him, with wide, innocent optics, chirruping and mewling in question. Sighing again, Megatron picked them up also. Kitten cooed, and purred, curling up against him, followed by her brother, Blockade, who snuggled up against his sister. Maximum yawned.
"Come on, you three, naptime" Megatron walked away with the little ones.
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Prime, after receiving a verbal beating from Ratchet, then Breakdown and Knockout, followed by Galvatron and Cyclonus, he trudged back to his quarters, grumbling.
He was not in a good mood.
He opened his door to his quarters, heading straight for his berth. He needed to think, and go over things in his helm.
He yelped and jumped back a few feet, when he entered his berth room to find Megatron sitting on his berth, with the three little ones, deep in recharge beside him. Optimus stared for a moment, with Megatron returning his gaze. Both didn't speak for a moment, but there were so many things wanted to be said.
Prime took a slow step forwards. Megatron watched him, as he moved towards him, slowly, to show he meant no ill will. It wasn't until Optimus was standing right in front of him, and he had to look up at him, did he finally speak.
"We need to talk," he whispered.
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