Megatron and Optimus sat near each other, having already gone through the terms of a ceasefire, with a date set to meet about an everlasting peace; to be held on neutral land just outside of Decepticon territory, they now sat catching up with one another.
"I heard you took a mate, congratulations" the Autobot said, his faceplates giving away the happiness he held for the Decepticon.
Megatron smiled fondly, sending a burst of love through the bond to his mate, before speaking. "I did. She is the most amazing femme I have ever met" he said, sighed happily as he thought of his mate, suddenly feeling admiration burst back. "She is a strong as she is beautiful" he announced, his pride evident throughout his entire frame. "I… I also had a sparkling… A son" said hesitantly, not knowing if he should have told the Autobot such a thing.
Optimus looked at the other, a wide smile finding its way to his faceplates. "That's wonderful brother. I'm very happy for you" he said; and Megatron believed it. "I would love to meet them" he continued, causing the silver mech to pause.
Megatron looked at the other mech, not entirely sure what to say. "I will have to speak with my mate first. I will not presume to answer for her" he said as tactfully as possible.
Optimus smiled as he nodded. "I understand" he started. "If your mate agrees, perhaps you could bring them to our next meeting" he said, hopeful that his brother's mate and son could make it. He opened his mouth to speak again, but suddenly stopped his optics dimming as he spoke to someone over comm link. He sighed as his optics brightened again, before standing. "I apologise Megatron" he said. "I must cut this meeting short, I have some business to attend to" he announced, causing the other to nod.
"Of course Optimus" Megatron said, as he stood. "Until next time" the other mech nodded as he transformed, before heading awake from Megatron. Megatron watched him leave, turning to head back to base.
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When Megatron arrived at the command centre, he was almost immediately attack by a blur of silver and red. "Sire" his mechling called, as he jumping into the silver mechs arms.
Megatron chuckled as he held his son close to his chestplates. "Hello Firefall" he said, as he approached his mate. "I wasn't gone that long" he finished, before pulling his mate close to kiss her tenderly.
"Ew" Firefall said, as he turned his helm away from the scene.
"What's ew mechling?" the silver mech asked, as he looked but to the youngling in his arms.
"You and carrier kissing, ew" he said, attempting to get out of his sires hold.
Megatron chuckled at the silver and red mechling, admiring his attempts to escape his strong hold. "But that's what a sire and a carrier do when they love each other very much" the mech said, as he finally letting the mech free, placing him gently on his pedes, before pulling Firewing close to kiss her passionately. His arms wrapping tightly behind her back, as he took a step forward, now hold her weight up as she was lent right back; their sensual kiss never wavering.
"Yuck" the mechling said, as he pulled a face, before running away from the two.
Firewing panted slightly at the intensity of the kiss, still loving how romantic her mate could be, before asking him. "What did Prime want?"
"He wants a permanent ceasefire leading into everlasting peace" the mech said, as he walked towards his chair. "And I believe him" he announced, as he sat down, pulling Firewing down to sit in his lap. "I honestly believe that Optimus wants peace. And I'm willing to try for it" he said, his servo idly stroking her back.
Firewing frowned as she watched her mate, knowing that he hadn't told her everything. "There's more" she said, more a statement than a question.
Megatron sighed, not sure exactly how to talk to his mate about this. "Optimus would like to meet you" he started, his faceplates suddenly turning to look at her. "And Firefall" he finished, taking in the look on the femmes faceplates.
Firewing thought for a moment, her optics going to her son; who was currently playing with Barricades leg as the mech tried to work, obviously trying to get the mechs attention. She smiled as the mech gave in to the youngling, picking him up to let him sit on his knee, before immediately going back to work; with a very curious youngling asking him what he was doing. She almost laughed at this, hoping that her son would stay this small and cute forever. She suddenly turned back to her mate. "I believe that if Optimus is serious about wanting peace" she started, her servo grasping Megatrons tightly. "Then he has the right to meet his nephew" she finished, causing the mech to relax.
Megatron smiled at his mate, glad that she had agreed to this; after all he wanted his brother to meet his family. "Thank you Firewing" he said, as he kissed her cheek. "We will meet with Optimus in two days on neutral space" he said, as he wrapped his arms around the femmes waist.
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The next two days went by quickly as Megatron made preparations to meet with the Autobot leader, who had requested that he be allowed to bring his second in command; and offered to bring Bumblebee to entertain Firefall while the serious business went on. Megatron and Firewing both agreed with; and appreciation, Optimus' choice. Megatron now stood on neutral land with his mate and son, waiting for the Autobots to arrive.
"They're late" Firewing commented, though not in a harsh way.
"They are driving a long way to get here" the mech answered, as he pulled the femme close. "I'm sure they won't be far away" he said, suddenly noticing Firefall wandering. "Firefall, don't go too far" he said, gaining an 'ok' from the youngling.
They did not have to wait too much longer as three vehicles started approaching from the south, signalling the Autobots arrival. The three vehicles transformed just ten meters from the three (more like two and a half) Decepticons, "My apologies Megatron" the Autobot leader said. "It took longer than expected to make the journey" he finished, as he held his servo out to the Decepticon leader; who shook it willingly.
"It is quite alright Optimus" Megatron said, before turning towards the red femme. "I'd like you to meet my mate, Firewing" he said.
"An honour" the Prime said as he bowed slightly in respect.
"And Firefall" the silver Decepticon leader said, as he picking up the small silver and red mechling. "My son"
"He's very handsome" the Autobot leader said.
"Firefall" Megatron said gently to his son; all three Autobots taking in the tenderness the silver mech showed towards the youngling. "I'd like you to meet some bots" he announced, as he stepped forward bringing the youngling closer to the Autobots. "This is your uncle Optimus" he started, gesturing to the blue and red mech.
"He's big just like you sire" the youngling said innocently, as he tried to tuck himself further into his sires arms.
Everyone melted at that, even Prowl was taken by the younglings cuteness. "Yes my spark" Megatron answered softly. "He's big just like me". He then stepped closer to the Autobot second in command. "This is your uncles second in command, Prowl" he said, gesturing to the black and white mech in front of him.
"Like Starscream" the mechling said cheerfully, as he looked at the mech. "But he look like Barricade" he said sweetly, causing Prowl to smile back.
Megatron chuckled at the younglings antics, he knew that Firefall didn't know how cute he truly was, but it was endearing to say the least. He suddenly took a couple of steps to the side, bringing the youngling before the little yellow minibot. "And this; my spark, is your uncles scout Bumblebee" he said, watching as the youngling squealed happily.
"He like me?" he asked, suddenly wanting to get down.
"Not quite Firefall" the silver mech said, as he set the youngling down. "He is an adult; he will not get any bigger. But you will" he explained, but the mechling wasn't listening.
Firefall hugged the little yellow mech; causing him to warble in surprise. "Will you play with me?" he asked, looking at the yellow minibot with wide optics.
"Of course" Bumblebee answered as he took the younglings servo, leading him away from the adult; letting them get to business.
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