On the Fields of Freedoms Edge - Chapter 9
Title: On the Fields of Freedoms Edge
Rating: R
Pairing: Megatron/Optimus Prime
Warning: Mentions of non-con, mpreg (highlight for warnings, spoilers)
Summary: TF Prime. Optimus goes to extreme measures to stop Megatron once and for all
Primes chest plate opened, the armored components moving aside to reveal the blue orb that was Primes very soul. It was ... beautiful. Megatron knew his own spark intimately, how it pulsed and roiled and glowed, a reflection of himself in some ways. A steady and slow beating orb that glowed fiercely bright. It was a spark he would not deem extraordinary by any means, certainly nothing he would call beautiful.
Primes spark, though. It was not the spark of Optimus Prime he was seeing but the spark of Orion Pax. A fluttering thing, rapidly pulsing with a rich blue light, reaching out playfully to his own spark as if beckoning it closer.
Primus, to behold the spark of his enemy was a powerful thing and he was struck momentarily by a sudden urge to take the spark in his hand and crush it, so fragile it was that a single squeeze of his servo could snuff out Primes life in an instant. Not an astrosecond later he was overcome with the urge to simply hold that spark close and marvel at its fragility. So unlike his own. How it fluttered like the wings of the earth birds he had seen bathing themselves in pools of water.
He found it strangely charming. He knew not what Prime thought, looking upon the spark of his enemy, but he looked frightened. It didn't concern him. Primes fears were a weakness he refused to indulge.
Without ceremony he took Prime by the shoulder plates and brought their sparks together.
Prime jerked beneath his servos as their two souls reached to one another, touching, searching. He could feel his spark dancing tentatively outwards, partially leaving the safety of his spark chamber to greet Primes own spark. The two orbs touched, sending a shock through his frame as his spark was quite rapidly engulfed, the two energies, once whole and separate, began to push into each other, fusing until two were becoming one.
The pulsations that were so unalike moments before became synchronized, he began to feel the pull as his own spark changed to accommodate Prime and, by the stuttering of Primes vents, he knew the other mech was experiencing the same disorienting sensation. It was as if his entire being was being pulled towards a force that was staggering in its power but, rather than fighting, he willingly allowed himself to be taken in and embraced by it. Perhaps this was what it felt when one died, to be so embraced by Primus.
As powerful as it was, it wasn't like the old stories used to tell. Tales of being able to feel each other's emotions and even memories, a romantic notion. The reality was both less and more than the old stories. It wasn't the upheaval of self where the two halves became so intertwined as to make the individual forget themselves. Rather it was like being warmed by the sun, a gradual sensation as the chill of loneliness was being driven out and replaced by warmth. The gentle settling of the suns rays on ones outer plates, sinking deep to warm your very protoform; it was very much like the sensation of bonding to another. Primes own self seemed to fill him, enveloping his spark in a warm embrace.
He felt his optics dim, then offline and his helm fell forward to rest against Primes as he let himself revel in the novel feeling of being completely at peace.
He could feel Primes servos on his shoulder plates and allowed the contact.
Megatron couldn't say how or why but they ever so gradually moved closer, touching and leaning closer to the other as though wanting to mimic the sensation in their sparks.
It was good. Peaceful.
Then a thought struck him.
He put pressure on Primes shoulder plates and pushed him to the soft earth. Prime went willingly, a glazed look in his optics.
Megatron fumbled his claws between the juncture of Primes thighs and worked his interface panel open with the tips of his claws, careful not to damage the delicate sensors and wires. Prime gave a soft murmur that Megatron couldn't make sense of, though it didn't sound like a negative response. Bolstered by Primes uncharacteristically pliant behavior he opened his own panel and allowed his spike to pressurize, pressing the tip against the tip of Primes valve and pushed forward. At the first touch it was as though a need he had never known existed suddenly made itself known, as if he had lived his life not knowing he needed air and with that first sweet inhale he was truly alive.
Being inside Prime while bonded was a magnificent feeling. The scorching heat of his valve in sharp contrast to the gentle warmth of their developing bond. He pressed forward with a sharp jerk, breaking through the seal he knew would be there. Prime didn't utter a sound but, to his astonishment, a sickly feeling of distress that wasn't his own washed through him.
He cradled Primes helm to his own and waited. It took considerable willpower not to move, not to go deeper, but he held himself as still as a statue for Primes sake, allowing the mech to adjust. The distress slowly calmed and was replaced with the contentment of before.
He began to move.
Prime was too caught up in their bonding to physically react, seemingly overwhelmed by the sensation of being drawn into another. Megatron felt a fond sort of exasperation. Trust Prime to let him do all the work.
His exasperation rapidly faded as the sensation of being fully joined overtook him.
He kept a slow rocking pace, deep within Prime and in no hurry to remove himself from either his spark or his valve. Prime seemed to agree in his own way, rolling his hips languidly in time to Megatrons own gentle pace, optics dimmed in such a way that it made the energon in Megatrons lines rush.
"Megatron," Prime whispered into his audials. "You should know I had Ratchet install the reproductive coding in me."
The Prime gasped as Megatron buried himself firmly inside Primes still tender valve, the pressure bordering on pain as he withdrew and thrust just as deeply. Prime squirmed in discomfort and his legs tried to close in reflex.
"Stay open for me, Prime," he rasped. "You wished for penance, forgiveness, allow me this and I will never speak another word of your deed. It will all be forgotten if you just give me this one thing." Primus he had never wished for anything so desperately in his life but he wanted, no, needed, Prime to bear his mechling. He was no stranger to possessiveness but this urge to own Prime in any way possible was overwhelming to the point where it frightened even him. His entire being cried out for him to make Prime his, to tie his new bondmate to him in every way.
When Prime consented he felt his very spark swell with relief and began setting a near violent pace that had Prime shaking in his hold.
He didn't last long, and when he finally overloaded he could both hear himself and feel Prime following him into this wonderful, painful ecstasy.
He stayed where he was, so close to Prime, unwilling or unable to let go. His frame shook as small aftershocks raced through him, the sensation almost uncomfortable as every shudder rocked his frame and moved him inside of Prime, stimulating oversensitive circuitry.
When he pulled away he did so with a heavy groan, not entirely willing to leave but so worn and tender he could no longer stay where he was.
As his spark left Primes and he pulled away he was slightly alarmed to see Prime laying on the ground, unresponsive. His spark chamber and valve still obscenely open to the world.
Megatron closed the spark chamber carefully, giving the little ball of light a last look before it disappeared from sight. Prime interface panel was somewhat more difficult. Megatron could only wince at the sight of the energon stained, abraded valve. Most mechs never experienced interface in this way, preferring to obtain their pleasure through processor interface using a neural uplink. Physical interface, while not uncommon, was seen as both the more dangerous and the more uncouth style of interface due to the potential damage that an inexperienced or cruel 'bot could inflict on such a sensitive and unprotected part of the frame.
It was clear his inexperience had caused Prime injury. He winced, thinking of his own recovery period after Primes clumsy attempt at physically interfacing with him. If Primes injuries were anything like his own he would be in pain for some time.
Unsurprisingly, that thought did nothing to inspire sympathy in him. Quite the opposite, in fact.
"Prime, come online now."
Prime inhaled slowly and grimaced. "I am online."
"Are you injured."
A pause. "No, just sore."
"It will pass."
Primes optics onlined and he looked at Megatron with unfocused optics. There was silence between them and it was little wonder why, the enormity of what they had just done was so profound Megatron could scarcely believe he didn't feel in any way changed by it. He could only carry on as he always had in the knowledge that his actions today, Primes actions, would echo a change through the generations of their race. For better or worse.
Prime shifted under him, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Megatron took the hint and heaved his exhausted frame off the other mech with a low groan. The physical aspect of interface was not so very strenuous but he felt as though he had no strength left. Perhaps bonding had weakened him in some way. He did not know. He had never bonded to another before.
Megatron thoughts flitted through his processor as he watched Prime.
The mech had yet to rise and was staring into the blue sky overhead with a blank expression. After a long while he began to move, slow and stiff and Megatron couldn't help but feel a sharp vengeful glee at Primes suffering.
He offered no help and no words as Prime gingerly rose to his pedes and Prime didn't ask for any. Instead the Prime avoided his optics and rose under his own power, pedes shaky upon the ground, unsteady as a mechling but determined not to show his weakness. Megatron commended him for that. At least if he was to have a bondmate it wouldn't be with a weak or cowardly mech.
His thoughts were such as Prime rose.
Then something seemed to ... change.
He couldn't say with any certainty what changed. Prime rose to his full height, standing tall and unbowed before him, those now bright optics looked at him with an unwavering stare that seemed to pierce his very core. The light of the sun shone favorably on the Prime, reflecting off his pristine frame in such a way that he seemed to glow with an inner radiance which made Megatron feel drab in comparison.
He looked beautiful. Proud and regal like a true Prime should and it was as though Megatrons tanks had bottomed out on him. He felt unworthy to be in the presence of something so ... perfect.
"Megatron," said Prime, his voice coloured with concern.
Megatron flinched away. No. No! These feelings, whatever they were, they were not natural. They were not his true feelings.
"Are you unwell."
Prime would ask him that, standing there looking unsteady as a newly sparked protoform but ever more worried about others before himself. Fool. "I am well, Prime. Do not concern yourself with me."
A soft laugh, ever so slightly tainted with a hard, bitter edge. "Is it not proper to concern myself with my bondmate?"
Megatron averted his eyes from the striking figure of the Prime, unwilling to let himself become bewitched by the gentle optics and strong, steady voice. He willed himself to forget the sensation of being inside of the Prime and how gloriously complete he had felt sliding into that tight channel. "A bond of convenience, nothing more. You are no more obligated to care for me now than you were before the bond."
Prime hummed a small noise that could mean anything. "I am incapable of doing that. Despite the atrocities you have committed, the losses I have suffered at your hands .. despite everything I cannot forget that you are the one who bore my offspring. The mech who I am now bonded to. I find I am ... glad to share this bond with you."
"And I find myself utterly unsurprised. You would feel a sentimental attachment to any mech or femme who carried your spawn. That is the mech you are."
"Guilty as charged," Prime admitted with a self conscious smile. He shifted, wincing.
Megatron turned his optics back on Prime, quashing the feeling rising in him, the urge to be concerned and assure himself of Primes wellbeing. Instead he reacted as he normally would have. With mocking and derision, softened slightly in light of their newly forged alliance. "Feeling a little sore, Prime."
The glare shot his way was enough to make him shut his mouth but he couldn't help the, ever so slightly, mean spirited smirk that wouldn't leave his facial plates.
"It is nothing I can't handle." He hesitated a moment before he spoke again. "You realize through your actions there is a good chance -"
"Yes, Prime," Megatron interrupted. "In retrospect making a decision like that in the heat of the moment was not the most well thought out of plans but it can only be beneficial to us. The path is set for an alliance of our two halves and a new mechling brought about by our union and carried by yourself can only strengthen the legitimacy of our bond in the optics of others. It will grant me favor with my soldiers and make the bond between us seem as though one of equals."
He turned his optics away again, unwilling to see the expression of disappointment Prime was sure to be aiming his way. He knew for Prime the introduction of a new mechling into the world was something that should be viewed with reverence and care. His words, though they were not meant to sound harsh, undoubtedly came off as such.
quot;Had I not seen how you are with Orion I would think you were a mech incapable of feeling," Prime eventually said to him.
Megatron replied, "I did not get to be leader of the Decepticons by acting like an Autobot. I will leave expressions of feelings in your capable servos, I have no need of the grand emotional gestures you seem to be so fond of."
"I hardly think myself a mech who engages in 'grand emotional gestures'."
"Call it what you will."
There was a soft sigh, then Prime said, "I should be leaving. I need to think on my next course of action."
"Of course."
Neither of them moved. Megatron dared to look at Prime, once again struck by how forcefully the bond drove into his processor his own desire for Prime. It had always been there, how could it not be, since the moment Orion Pax had won him over with his sweet demeanor and strong, if naive, convictions he had felt this ... thing. He had never felt the love for Optimus Prime that he felt for Orion Pax and it was easy to forget or ignore his feelings for the lost librarian by reasoning that Prime was not the same mech.
Now, however, he could not reconcile the two. When he looked at Optimus Prime he saw Orion Pax in a way he never had before.
It was maddening, as though a long dead friend had risen with no memory of their friendship. He wanted to say or do something. He wanted to keep Prime with him just a few kilks longer, wanted to embrace him and bask in his presence. He wished for the hall Orion Pax worked in where he would sit quietly and watch Orion Pax until the other mech grew too self-conscious and kicked him out with an amused 'don't you have better things you could be doing'.
"I suppose parting words are unnecessary," Prime said.
Megatron didn't answer.
Prime nodded, looking unruffled, but Megatron got the impression he was expecting something and was disappointed he had not received it.
"I will be in contact."
Then he walked away, a ground bridge appearing a ways away, called for by internal comm.
Megatron watched him go in silence.
He wanted to call him back. Instead he said nothing and watched Prime disappear into the ground bridge, feeling a sick turning in his tanks that he refused to call regret.
AN: Once again I want to thank everyone who reviewed, you guys keep me
motivated like nothing else and it's truly a pleasure to read your
lovely comments.
Next chapter is likely going to be a bit later in being posted unfortunately but I'll try to have it up ASAP.
Next Chapter
Rating: R
Pairing: Megatron/Optimus Prime
Warning: Mentions of non-con, mpreg (highlight for warnings, spoilers)
Summary: TF Prime. Optimus goes to extreme measures to stop Megatron once and for all
Primes chest plate opened, the armored components moving aside to reveal the blue orb that was Primes very soul. It was ... beautiful. Megatron knew his own spark intimately, how it pulsed and roiled and glowed, a reflection of himself in some ways. A steady and slow beating orb that glowed fiercely bright. It was a spark he would not deem extraordinary by any means, certainly nothing he would call beautiful.
Primes spark, though. It was not the spark of Optimus Prime he was seeing but the spark of Orion Pax. A fluttering thing, rapidly pulsing with a rich blue light, reaching out playfully to his own spark as if beckoning it closer.
Primus, to behold the spark of his enemy was a powerful thing and he was struck momentarily by a sudden urge to take the spark in his hand and crush it, so fragile it was that a single squeeze of his servo could snuff out Primes life in an instant. Not an astrosecond later he was overcome with the urge to simply hold that spark close and marvel at its fragility. So unlike his own. How it fluttered like the wings of the earth birds he had seen bathing themselves in pools of water.
He found it strangely charming. He knew not what Prime thought, looking upon the spark of his enemy, but he looked frightened. It didn't concern him. Primes fears were a weakness he refused to indulge.
Without ceremony he took Prime by the shoulder plates and brought their sparks together.
Prime jerked beneath his servos as their two souls reached to one another, touching, searching. He could feel his spark dancing tentatively outwards, partially leaving the safety of his spark chamber to greet Primes own spark. The two orbs touched, sending a shock through his frame as his spark was quite rapidly engulfed, the two energies, once whole and separate, began to push into each other, fusing until two were becoming one.
The pulsations that were so unalike moments before became synchronized, he began to feel the pull as his own spark changed to accommodate Prime and, by the stuttering of Primes vents, he knew the other mech was experiencing the same disorienting sensation. It was as if his entire being was being pulled towards a force that was staggering in its power but, rather than fighting, he willingly allowed himself to be taken in and embraced by it. Perhaps this was what it felt when one died, to be so embraced by Primus.
As powerful as it was, it wasn't like the old stories used to tell. Tales of being able to feel each other's emotions and even memories, a romantic notion. The reality was both less and more than the old stories. It wasn't the upheaval of self where the two halves became so intertwined as to make the individual forget themselves. Rather it was like being warmed by the sun, a gradual sensation as the chill of loneliness was being driven out and replaced by warmth. The gentle settling of the suns rays on ones outer plates, sinking deep to warm your very protoform; it was very much like the sensation of bonding to another. Primes own self seemed to fill him, enveloping his spark in a warm embrace.
He felt his optics dim, then offline and his helm fell forward to rest against Primes as he let himself revel in the novel feeling of being completely at peace.
He could feel Primes servos on his shoulder plates and allowed the contact.
Megatron couldn't say how or why but they ever so gradually moved closer, touching and leaning closer to the other as though wanting to mimic the sensation in their sparks.
It was good. Peaceful.
Then a thought struck him.
He put pressure on Primes shoulder plates and pushed him to the soft earth. Prime went willingly, a glazed look in his optics.
Megatron fumbled his claws between the juncture of Primes thighs and worked his interface panel open with the tips of his claws, careful not to damage the delicate sensors and wires. Prime gave a soft murmur that Megatron couldn't make sense of, though it didn't sound like a negative response. Bolstered by Primes uncharacteristically pliant behavior he opened his own panel and allowed his spike to pressurize, pressing the tip against the tip of Primes valve and pushed forward. At the first touch it was as though a need he had never known existed suddenly made itself known, as if he had lived his life not knowing he needed air and with that first sweet inhale he was truly alive.
Being inside Prime while bonded was a magnificent feeling. The scorching heat of his valve in sharp contrast to the gentle warmth of their developing bond. He pressed forward with a sharp jerk, breaking through the seal he knew would be there. Prime didn't utter a sound but, to his astonishment, a sickly feeling of distress that wasn't his own washed through him.
He cradled Primes helm to his own and waited. It took considerable willpower not to move, not to go deeper, but he held himself as still as a statue for Primes sake, allowing the mech to adjust. The distress slowly calmed and was replaced with the contentment of before.
He began to move.
Prime was too caught up in their bonding to physically react, seemingly overwhelmed by the sensation of being drawn into another. Megatron felt a fond sort of exasperation. Trust Prime to let him do all the work.
His exasperation rapidly faded as the sensation of being fully joined overtook him.
He kept a slow rocking pace, deep within Prime and in no hurry to remove himself from either his spark or his valve. Prime seemed to agree in his own way, rolling his hips languidly in time to Megatrons own gentle pace, optics dimmed in such a way that it made the energon in Megatrons lines rush.
"Megatron," Prime whispered into his audials. "You should know I had Ratchet install the reproductive coding in me."
The Prime gasped as Megatron buried himself firmly inside Primes still tender valve, the pressure bordering on pain as he withdrew and thrust just as deeply. Prime squirmed in discomfort and his legs tried to close in reflex.
"Stay open for me, Prime," he rasped. "You wished for penance, forgiveness, allow me this and I will never speak another word of your deed. It will all be forgotten if you just give me this one thing." Primus he had never wished for anything so desperately in his life but he wanted, no, needed, Prime to bear his mechling. He was no stranger to possessiveness but this urge to own Prime in any way possible was overwhelming to the point where it frightened even him. His entire being cried out for him to make Prime his, to tie his new bondmate to him in every way.
When Prime consented he felt his very spark swell with relief and began setting a near violent pace that had Prime shaking in his hold.
He didn't last long, and when he finally overloaded he could both hear himself and feel Prime following him into this wonderful, painful ecstasy.
He stayed where he was, so close to Prime, unwilling or unable to let go. His frame shook as small aftershocks raced through him, the sensation almost uncomfortable as every shudder rocked his frame and moved him inside of Prime, stimulating oversensitive circuitry.
When he pulled away he did so with a heavy groan, not entirely willing to leave but so worn and tender he could no longer stay where he was.
As his spark left Primes and he pulled away he was slightly alarmed to see Prime laying on the ground, unresponsive. His spark chamber and valve still obscenely open to the world.
Megatron closed the spark chamber carefully, giving the little ball of light a last look before it disappeared from sight. Prime interface panel was somewhat more difficult. Megatron could only wince at the sight of the energon stained, abraded valve. Most mechs never experienced interface in this way, preferring to obtain their pleasure through processor interface using a neural uplink. Physical interface, while not uncommon, was seen as both the more dangerous and the more uncouth style of interface due to the potential damage that an inexperienced or cruel 'bot could inflict on such a sensitive and unprotected part of the frame.
It was clear his inexperience had caused Prime injury. He winced, thinking of his own recovery period after Primes clumsy attempt at physically interfacing with him. If Primes injuries were anything like his own he would be in pain for some time.
Unsurprisingly, that thought did nothing to inspire sympathy in him. Quite the opposite, in fact.
"Prime, come online now."
Prime inhaled slowly and grimaced. "I am online."
"Are you injured."
A pause. "No, just sore."
"It will pass."
Primes optics onlined and he looked at Megatron with unfocused optics. There was silence between them and it was little wonder why, the enormity of what they had just done was so profound Megatron could scarcely believe he didn't feel in any way changed by it. He could only carry on as he always had in the knowledge that his actions today, Primes actions, would echo a change through the generations of their race. For better or worse.
Prime shifted under him, looking distinctly uncomfortable. Megatron took the hint and heaved his exhausted frame off the other mech with a low groan. The physical aspect of interface was not so very strenuous but he felt as though he had no strength left. Perhaps bonding had weakened him in some way. He did not know. He had never bonded to another before.
Megatron thoughts flitted through his processor as he watched Prime.
The mech had yet to rise and was staring into the blue sky overhead with a blank expression. After a long while he began to move, slow and stiff and Megatron couldn't help but feel a sharp vengeful glee at Primes suffering.
He offered no help and no words as Prime gingerly rose to his pedes and Prime didn't ask for any. Instead the Prime avoided his optics and rose under his own power, pedes shaky upon the ground, unsteady as a mechling but determined not to show his weakness. Megatron commended him for that. At least if he was to have a bondmate it wouldn't be with a weak or cowardly mech.
His thoughts were such as Prime rose.
Then something seemed to ... change.
He couldn't say with any certainty what changed. Prime rose to his full height, standing tall and unbowed before him, those now bright optics looked at him with an unwavering stare that seemed to pierce his very core. The light of the sun shone favorably on the Prime, reflecting off his pristine frame in such a way that he seemed to glow with an inner radiance which made Megatron feel drab in comparison.
He looked beautiful. Proud and regal like a true Prime should and it was as though Megatrons tanks had bottomed out on him. He felt unworthy to be in the presence of something so ... perfect.
"Megatron," said Prime, his voice coloured with concern.
Megatron flinched away. No. No! These feelings, whatever they were, they were not natural. They were not his true feelings.
"Are you unwell."
Prime would ask him that, standing there looking unsteady as a newly sparked protoform but ever more worried about others before himself. Fool. "I am well, Prime. Do not concern yourself with me."
A soft laugh, ever so slightly tainted with a hard, bitter edge. "Is it not proper to concern myself with my bondmate?"
Megatron averted his eyes from the striking figure of the Prime, unwilling to let himself become bewitched by the gentle optics and strong, steady voice. He willed himself to forget the sensation of being inside of the Prime and how gloriously complete he had felt sliding into that tight channel. "A bond of convenience, nothing more. You are no more obligated to care for me now than you were before the bond."
Prime hummed a small noise that could mean anything. "I am incapable of doing that. Despite the atrocities you have committed, the losses I have suffered at your hands .. despite everything I cannot forget that you are the one who bore my offspring. The mech who I am now bonded to. I find I am ... glad to share this bond with you."
"And I find myself utterly unsurprised. You would feel a sentimental attachment to any mech or femme who carried your spawn. That is the mech you are."
"Guilty as charged," Prime admitted with a self conscious smile. He shifted, wincing.
Megatron turned his optics back on Prime, quashing the feeling rising in him, the urge to be concerned and assure himself of Primes wellbeing. Instead he reacted as he normally would have. With mocking and derision, softened slightly in light of their newly forged alliance. "Feeling a little sore, Prime."
The glare shot his way was enough to make him shut his mouth but he couldn't help the, ever so slightly, mean spirited smirk that wouldn't leave his facial plates.
"It is nothing I can't handle." He hesitated a moment before he spoke again. "You realize through your actions there is a good chance -"
"Yes, Prime," Megatron interrupted. "In retrospect making a decision like that in the heat of the moment was not the most well thought out of plans but it can only be beneficial to us. The path is set for an alliance of our two halves and a new mechling brought about by our union and carried by yourself can only strengthen the legitimacy of our bond in the optics of others. It will grant me favor with my soldiers and make the bond between us seem as though one of equals."
He turned his optics away again, unwilling to see the expression of disappointment Prime was sure to be aiming his way. He knew for Prime the introduction of a new mechling into the world was something that should be viewed with reverence and care. His words, though they were not meant to sound harsh, undoubtedly came off as such.
quot;Had I not seen how you are with Orion I would think you were a mech incapable of feeling," Prime eventually said to him.
Megatron replied, "I did not get to be leader of the Decepticons by acting like an Autobot. I will leave expressions of feelings in your capable servos, I have no need of the grand emotional gestures you seem to be so fond of."
"I hardly think myself a mech who engages in 'grand emotional gestures'."
"Call it what you will."
There was a soft sigh, then Prime said, "I should be leaving. I need to think on my next course of action."
"Of course."
Neither of them moved. Megatron dared to look at Prime, once again struck by how forcefully the bond drove into his processor his own desire for Prime. It had always been there, how could it not be, since the moment Orion Pax had won him over with his sweet demeanor and strong, if naive, convictions he had felt this ... thing. He had never felt the love for Optimus Prime that he felt for Orion Pax and it was easy to forget or ignore his feelings for the lost librarian by reasoning that Prime was not the same mech.
Now, however, he could not reconcile the two. When he looked at Optimus Prime he saw Orion Pax in a way he never had before.
It was maddening, as though a long dead friend had risen with no memory of their friendship. He wanted to say or do something. He wanted to keep Prime with him just a few kilks longer, wanted to embrace him and bask in his presence. He wished for the hall Orion Pax worked in where he would sit quietly and watch Orion Pax until the other mech grew too self-conscious and kicked him out with an amused 'don't you have better things you could be doing'.
"I suppose parting words are unnecessary," Prime said.
Megatron didn't answer.
Prime nodded, looking unruffled, but Megatron got the impression he was expecting something and was disappointed he had not received it.
"I will be in contact."
Then he walked away, a ground bridge appearing a ways away, called for by internal comm.
Megatron watched him go in silence.
He wanted to call him back. Instead he said nothing and watched Prime disappear into the ground bridge, feeling a sick turning in his tanks that he refused to call regret.
AN: Once again I want to thank everyone who reviewed, you guys keep me
motivated like nothing else and it's truly a pleasure to read your
lovely comments.
Next chapter is likely going to be a bit later in being posted unfortunately but I'll try to have it up ASAP.
Next Chapter