Chapter 55 is AAALLLIIIIIIIIIIVE!
Anyway, disclaimer: I do not own transformers prime, it belongs to Hasbro.
Warnings: you tell me
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Chapter 55
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Three days.
Three days of non-stop craziness, ever since Megatron had brought the damned purple seeker here and allowed him to team up with Barricade to perform the most unexpected and obnoxious pranks in the history of pranks, that would have put the twins, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe to shame!
And they were all, mainly directed at him.
Breakdown watched as he leader sat there, an oil martini in his hands, with two lug nuts in it. He threw it back in three seconds flat. Maximum and Blockade were currently playing with the seekers, Thundercracker and Dreadwing. Thundercracker was rubbing his face plate against Blockade, making the sparkling giggle and squeal. Dreadwing was tickling little Maximum, who squealed and giggled up at him, curling away from the ticklish sensations.
When TC and Warp came to the base, Starscream was the happiest seeker alive. They were his trine mates, and two closest friends, and he practically tackled them to the ground, filled with relief, anger and joy at their arrival. He was angry because they hadn't tried to contact him ever since they left Cybertron.
Dreadwing was Skyquake's twin brother, and it seemed he and Bulkhead, unbeknownst to Breakdown, had immediately become hostile towards each other.
Tarantulas and Shockwave were now rarely seen together, ever since they got back together. The new Autobots seemed to be adapting well. Ricochet and Moonracer seemed to despise each other though. They couldn't be in the same room together without going into screaming fits. No one knew why, except that they had a history as rivals. Wheeljack got along all right with Breakdown, since they now had a ceasefire, and he somewhat liked Barricade, but he mainly hung out with Bulkhead and Miko. Like right now, he was on patrol with the two.
Bumblebee buzzed, as he sat at a table with Kitten sitting in his lap, as he worked on some data pads. She was napping, and purring in her sleep.
Megatron slammed the empty glass back on the table, along with his helm.
Slag, he's never felt so stressed in his life. Thank Primus Skywarp and Barricade were out today with Soundwave and Knockout, racing.
Megatron rubbed the place where a nose might have been, if he was human and rubbed it. He blew air out past his lips, before reaching up to take the rest of his martini and pour it into the glass. Breakdown shook his helm.
He remembered going into a stage like that when he had to deal with Skywarp and Barricade's pranks.
Megatron threw back the drink in three scalding gulps.
Then he rested his helm back on the table. He and Optimus had been soon busy with the new arrivals in order to make sure no fights broke out, they hadn't had the time to talk more. It was really starting to tick the poor silver mech off.
Breakdown tilted his helm, "You okay sir?"
"Breakdown…" Megatron grumbled with a slight slur, "…what….what's it like being bonded? I mean, when it's not…." he circled his hand around a moment, as if hoping to ring ing the right word, "…forced."
"Ah, well…." Breakdown looked back and forth nervously, "….it's…nice….."
"Nice?" Megatron raised an optic ridge.
"Actually, it's probably the greatest thing in the world when you're with the one you love and you know who that is because it feels so right…" Breakdown smiled, "I remember how it felt when Quake and I bonded…" he sighed, smile disappearing. Then he eyed Megatron, "Why, ya thinking of bonding with Primey-boy?"
Megatron snapped up blushing, "I…well….ah….ya see…."
He tapped his fingers together for a moment, fidgeting slightly, under Breakdown's expectant look.
"It's…crossed my mind," he muttered, not looking Breakdown in the optic.
Breakdown smirked knowingly, "Do you love Optimus?"
"Yes," Megatron looked at him when he answered.
"When he's with you, does he make you feel special, and good?'
The silver mech paused, as he thought about this. Then, he answered, "…..yes."
"Then I suggest, from a fellow bonded, that you talk to him about bonding. It is a big step between two mechanisms, and should be taken with the utmost care, okay?" Breakdown said.
"….alright," Megatron whispered softly.
He didn't look at Breakdown as he said it though. He as eyeing a bottle of premium High grade.
As he reached for it, he was thinking about his darling Optimus, and how much he's missed him these past three days, missed being close to him, feeling him kiss him, and wanted to hear him say he loved him. Because, Megatron loved and adored the Prime, and needed him close to him again, because of it. And he knew he needed to get over his fragging fear of bonding. He wanted to so much, but it was hard for him, despite the fact he won't admit it.
He took the bottle of high grade and took in a large swallow of it.
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Optimus sighed, as he lied there in his berth, staring at the music box Megatron had given him for Christmas. He hummed their song for a moment, before he sighed, and rubbed at his optics.
Three days, and he and Megatron have been unable to find time alone.
Though after that stunt he pulled, he wouldn't be shocked if his lover never wanted to sleep in a berth with him ever again.
He jumped when he heard his door open. He closed the music box, and sat up in his berth. His optics widened, when he saw the silhouette of a certain silver mech entered his berth room. Megatron trudged in, a bottle of high grade energon in his hands. He dropped it, as he staggered into the room, his optics unfocused, as he moved.
Prime got off the berth, and walked over to Megatron, when he stumbled a bit. He took the overcharged mech's arm, to try and steady him.
"Megatron, what are you….?"
"Shhh….Feh….Hello Prime…." He snickered, his words slurred.
Optimus grimaced at the distasteful smell of high-grade coming from the mech's breath. Prime sighed, smacking his forehead, before rubbing his optics. He yelped when he felt a clawed finger trace over one of the windows on his chest plates. Megatron leaned in and kissed at them, purring and lipping at the glass there.
"Megatron." Optimus said firmly, taking his lover's wrists and pushing back gently.
Megatron ignored him and leaned towards him.
Prime squeezed the wrists slightly, as a warning, and pushed him back further, "Megatron!"
The silver mech whined, "Please Oppy…let me…."
"You are overcharged," Prime said, sternly, "You need to sleep."
"Hmm….sleep…." Megatron purred.
Optimus tensed when he felt Megatron press his chest plates up against his. Prime stiffened, his intakes hitching. Megatron looked up at him, giving him a pleading look.
"Please…..love you….miss you….bond…."
Prime's optics widened slightly. Megatron….wanted to bond? Right NOW?
"Megatron…." He started.
"Want bond….always wanted it….scared though….very scared…." Megatron mumbled out, his lower lips trembling, "Love you so much though….want bond….want from you….only you…."
Optimus stared at Megatron, listening to the small confession. Then he saw tears sliding down his lover's cheeks. He leaned down and kissed his lover, and then pulled him forwards. He was gentle, and careful, caressing the wings gently. When the kiss broke, he caressed his lover's cheek.
"Oppy…." Megatron mewled.
Optimus off-lined his optics, "I'm sorry Megsy…but I will not take advantage of you in the state your in…."
Then he reached up and squeezed a point in his neck that knocked the silver seeker out. Megatron fell limp in Prime's arms, with a groan.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't bond with Megatron while he was drunk and probably wouldn't remember this. It would have been wrong to do something like that, and he would lose Megatron's trust.
He wanted to bond with him when he felt they were both ready for it.
His love was too precious to hurt like that.
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