Optimus stared into blue optics watching him with hunger.
For once there were no titles, no duties; just Optimus and Hot Rod, two mechs that run away from their responsibilities for a night for themselves.
Now they were sitting in the dark, and probably filthy, booth of some ding bar of lower Cybertron staring at each other - systems hot with
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So emotive.
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