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It had been a vorn ever since the entirety of Iacon watched Sentinel's downfall. A vorn had already passed ever since the quad got their cogs back. A vorn.
"A vorn." The femme with a pink frame spoke as she looked into the distance, arms crossed, leaning on a pillar of slender geometric looks.
Her amica, the short yellow mech, was taken a bit by surprise from the lack of context. The yellow mech turns to look at her with confused optics. Uttering a "Huh?" Then, coming to a point that she may have had just been talking to herself, probably reminiscing a moment.
She exhales, "Sorry Bee, it's nothing, just thinking about how far we've come to get here now." The pink femme unlatched from the pillar and began walking due west in the vast hallway. The yellow one, which she called "Bee", (probably a nickname), jogged to her side.
"Ohh yeah, I get what you mean. Honestly, it's crazy right? It just feels like yesterday when we first met! Well obviously time really passed, but my body clock is just so messed up sometimes. Whenever it's night, I always catch myself still thinking that it's daytime!" A trail of laughter emerged from the last sentence, the pink femme looked at him, humming in response.
"–Haha, oh wait Elita, where are we going by the way? Ooh are we going to go outside? Hang out? Yes!" Bee raised his fist in victory, well, victory not for long. "I have so many places we should go to, actually there's this one shop that's all the buzz right now, I think it's called... What was it called again?" He tilted his helm up to the ceiling, looking at it as if it would jog his memory banks.
"Bee, there's... a time for that. For now, we have a meeting with Optimus and Megatron." Elita said, unwavering in her pace to go to the meeting room.
"Aw, but– isn't that... Aren't we too early?"
"It won't hurt to be early, Bee. Besides, timeliness is key; Small things such as this are impactful."
She wasn't wrong though, and so, the duo turned at a corner and neared their destination. Going back to what Elita said, a lot of things had changed since then. A lot can happen in a vorn, seriously. And one of those things is, well... two particular bots who are especially fond of each other. One a red and blue, whilst the other, a silver mech with yellow optics.
Their friendship was undeniable, they've been through thick and thin together, (both) got punched by Darkwing in the face at times before, and (both, kinda) got their revenge against him. (The red and blue one thought it'd be a good idea to tie Darkwings pedes together with a rope while he was recharging, safe to say Darkwing couldn't prove it was their doing.) That was one heck of a time, but now, those two are currently the leaders of Cybertron. Can you imagine it? Those two miners who participated in the Iacon 5000 would later end up becoming your bosses?
The red and blue one, bots call him Optimus Prime. The one adorned by the Primes and renamed by Alpha Trion. Let's not forget the handsome silver mech, namely Megatron, he partook in the battle against the deceptive "Prime". That day, Optimus Prime and the high guard took him prisoner and sentenced him to life. Not much official news was released regarding the false Prime's state in jail, but many believe in their spark that he should be rusting in there like the deceptive "Prime" he is.
Megatron was one of many.
“Prime, pray tell if this intel can be trusted?”
The silver mech held a datapad containing recently obtained knowledge of the Quintesson's latest activities, their battleship's last known location, and other miscellaneous information. Megatron eyes the screen with incredulity, wary of the information presented before him.
A blue helm turned to his companion's cautiousness, he was just prepping the conference chairs needed for the meeting. Optimus stopped what he was doing for a klik, gently laying his equally blue servos on the chairs top as he did so.
“I have trust in my commanders, and I trust in their abilities. The intel we have right now is critical to putting a stop to the Quintessons, and…”
He moves forward to the silver mech, carefully taking away the datapad in his companion's hold and interlocking it with his delicate blue servos. He blindly set the datapad on a nearby side table, now the vase wasn't lonely.
“...It's our only hope, Megs. For a better Cybertron. It's what we fight for.”
Yellow optics stared at the blue servos. Slowly, and maybe unconsciously, Megatron's servo leaned forward to the touch. He lovingly embraced the touch of a Prime, his Prime.
Megatron let out a quaint chuckle at the gesture, Optimus' optics flicked. He knew Optimus, no– he knew him, alright. He knows him to the point Megatron predicts that Optimus would playfully tease him about that, so he quickly pulled the blue servo to a soft kiss while looking at the Prime right in the optics.
#B3D3FF
Megatron made sure to note the hex code of his “companion”’s optic color when they flashed a bright light in that split-nanosecond.
That angle of his silver helm, paired with that intimate motion, was oh so more than enough to scramble Optimus' processor for a klik. The Prime's finials fluttered, like a butterfly. The victorious silver mech faintly smiled at the correlation, he suddenly remembers of his “companion”’s interest in reading about these organic lifeforms back when they were Orion Pax and D-16, the red and blue one somehow managed to rope him in with his mischievous ideas (all the time). A feat that many bots deem Orion to be the only one capable of making D-16 do that.
And Optimus was the only bot to make Megatron feel this way.
footsteps…
“Hm, you remind me of a… butterfly.” His voice weakened at the end as Megatron closed in on their proximity, daring the red and blue mech to lean in to properly hear his whisper.
“Oh? Ah, so you still remember the time–that time I brought you with me to the archives?” Optimus smiled, he loves how Megatron always remembers the smallest things.
even more footsteps… pink and yellow pedes in fact…
Black servos cupped the Prime's cheeks, thumb digit brushed off the speck of dust on Optimus' blue finish.
“Yes, in fact, have I ever told you how much I love it whenever your finia–”
The sound of the door knob rustling immediately snapped their attention to it. Both looked to each other before scrambling to different locations of the meeting room, suddenly, Megatron took interest in the ceiling and the ordinary floor looked fascinating for Optimus.
“Oh, Optimus, Megatron, You're… already here,” Says the pink femme, her shoulders sagged upon seeing them. But since everyone was already there, it would make no sense to prolong the wait.
“Hey guys! Wow I actually thought me and Elita would be the first ones here, right Elita?” The small yellow bot looked to Elita, who, in turn, did not return the enthusiasm.
Megatron greeted the two as they came into the room, snatching the datapad on the side table that Optimus took from him.
“Well, since everyone's present, why don't we uh–start the meeting now?” Optimus retook the initiative to adjust the nearest chair, one task he abandoned earlier in favor of chatting with his “companion”.
Everyone took a seat as Optimus Prime handed out each one a datapad consisting of the Quintesson intel gathered from his commanders expeditions on the surface. When he got to Megatron, he noticed he was only holding one now, which means… Were they going to share a datapad for the entire meeting? Optimus' optics widened at the thought, and his intake hung gaped, looking at Megatron to see if he was thinking the same thing too.
Megatron pulled out his respective datapad from below, showcasing it to Optimus. “Looking for this? You snatched it from me, remember.” A gentle chuckle escaped his lips whilst holding out his datapad, earning quite the small attention from Elita-1, who was sitting parallel to Megatron's left.
Blue servos set down the only remaining datapad on the table as the Prime finally took a seat. Primus, what was he thinking just now? And just when Optimus thought he was in serious mode, one look at his amica quickly made him lose his focus and had to stifle his snicker. Megatron looks at him with confused optics.
This is just one of the many things Elita-1 got accustomed to in her time of knowing Orion Pax and D-16, and Optimus Prime and Megatron.
Elita opens up the datapad, screen lighting up and presenting blocks of text and images. She scrolls through the screen, looking for highlights while her mind wanders to different things. She's fully aware of their unwavering and undeniable friendship, and there's nothing anyone can do to separate them. Maybe… they're more than…?
GASP
“Elita? What's wrong? Are you okay? Oh my Primus, did you see something in your–”
“I-It’s nothing Bee.”
Elita redirects her attention to the room.
“Please excuse my behaviour, I just… remembered something.”
“No it's okay, don't worry about it. Is it… urgent? Do you need to go?” The silver mech lowered his datapad down, so did Optimus.
“It's okay if you need to go. You don't have to tell us what it is.”
“Ah, nono, it's not that kind, thank you–all, for your concern. Please, it's alright.” Elita cleared her vocals and coughed static, “Anyways, let's get to the matter on hand…”
Elita kickstarted the meeting by discussing her thoughts on the strategy for ambushing the Quintesson's. The thought from just now quickly diminished as if it never existed, but at some points during the long meeting she'd notice Megatron staring at Optimus, optics not taking off of him until someone spoke to address a concern or suggest an idea.
one groon later…
Their frames started drooping into the chairs they sat in, even the slightest hint of a sigh could fill up the deafening silence in the room. Bumblebee looked at Megatron, then Optimus, then lastly Elita. Their optics looked like they were about to give up, but the pink femme is as persevering as ever. The light from the datapads illuminated their faceplates, each one was scrolling over the information from the datapad, except for Bumblebee.
“Psst, Elita,”
The pink helm turned, trying as she might, to hide her tiredness, but Bee knows her too well to notice that she needs a break right now.
“Bee? What is it?”
His optics glanced at the pair sitting parallel from them, then back to Elita. Bumblebee leaned to his side to utter a whisper.
“Well, I think we should… stop for now, yknow, take a break?”
Under the table, while the two were mumbling, the red and blue, and the silver one were secretly holding servos. A smile formed on the Prime's lip plates, he needed this, this.
Megatron's servo felt like a warm embrace, reassuring, and comforting. No other mech could ever level to Megatron's love for Optimus Prime. His thumb digits brushed over the palm of the blue servo, massaging the plates and earning a hum from the Prime.
Over the course of the tedious meeting, Megatron and Optimus' chairs were slightly nearing each other. It's up to the two muttering right now to see if they noticed it, but they probably did, especially Elita.
“Everyone.”
Black servos let go.
“... Let's have a…–”
Break? 30 kliks? 45 kliks? 1 groon break?
“–ah, Let's end the meeting here.” Elita stood up, chair screeched the floor a bit. “Tomorrow night, we'll bait and ambush the Quintessons at their meeting place, we should get a good recharge for that.” She put down her datapad on the table, as did the others.
Optimus stood up, followed by Megatron then Bee.
“Alright everyone, I'll ping you guys when it's go time, for now uh, Bee, I want you to scout the area near the Quintesson meetup. Bring Mirage with you,”
“You got it boss bot!”
“Great, okay team if there's more… conce–”
“There’s no more, it's okay.” The silver mech reassured him.
“Okay then, let’s get out of this place.”
Optimus looked at the pink and yellow duo, yet his focus stayed in his peripheral vision, quietly taking note of his “companion” standing beside him.
He began walking over to the two as they neared the already opened door, when he noticed someone wasn't following him, Optimus turned around and looked at the bot busy examining the notes they had from the meeting just now.
“Megatron, are you coming?”
“Hm?” Silver helm turned to the direction of that sweet voice, “Oh, no, it's okay Prime. I'll be by my quarters later if you need me.”
He gave him a nod, unsure whether the busy mech saw it. Optimus joined Elita and Bee, the red and blue bot squeezed in between them.
The trio began to traverse the hallways of their base until Bee caught a glimpse of Mirage from afar. The yellow bot then left the two to talk with the other scout, which leaves Optimus and Elita alone.
“So,” The commander started,
“Hm?”
“I'm surprised you two aren't conjuxes yet.”
Optimus’ optics lit up and widened, for a moment he thought his–their cover got blown. He tried looking around all over the place, stammering and trying to find the right answer.
“You mean… me and Megatron?”
“Who else?”
“Ah well… We're just really good… amica I guess.”
What the frag was that answer, well, anyways. Elita, along with Bee, Jazz, Arcee, Ironhide and Primus knows who else under Iacon's care about Megatron and Optimus.
“Hmm yeah ‘amica’,” She cracked a teasing smile, crossing her arms. Suddenly, a ping lit up in her HUD, it seemed like someone wants to comm her. “Oh, hold on Optimus–Jazz’s calling me, scrap I forgot…”
“It's okay Elita, I'll be on my way then,”
“Oh–yeah, I'll see you tomorrow Optimus.”
“You too, commander,”
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The lone Prime then marched the hallways, going places and turning corners, he passes by a few bots and happily greeted them, a smile lit up in their face plates whenever they saw Optimus.
Now, finally he gets to where he's been heading to this entire time. No bots, no other bots were around him, it was also especially dark outside now, most of them had probably gone to sleep already to replenish their energy for tomorrow's ambush.
Optimus had only one particular bot in mind when he opened the doors to this room.
…Strange,
He thought his visual field was betraying him, there was no silver mech on the right side, there was also no silver mech to be found on the left side either.
And so, Optimus wandered further into the room and called out Megatron's designation. Even going as far as looking underneath the berth and desk, thinking that he might be… hiding there.
How terribly strange indeed, Optimus surely remembers Megatron saying he'll be by his chambers if he needs him, and he needs him now.
Frustrated, the red and blue mech messaged his “amica”.
The text reads,
[Megs, where are you?]
…
No response,
Usually Megatron answers in the blink of a spark beat, but seeing as how things are looking right now, he can't really blame Megatron since he knows they are all busy.
And so, the Prime takes one last look at the dark room, optics warmly appreciating the stack of datapads on the rigid desk, imagining the absent silver mech sitting on the chair before finally closing its doors.
If Megatron were not there, in his very chambers, where would he be then?
The thought lingers in Optimus' processor, he then shakes his helm to shoo the evil thoughts away.
With a long exvent, the Prime reminds himself that he too should recharge, after all, tomorrow is finally the day the war with Quintessons will be over.
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Blue pedes graced the floors of their base as he walked, Optimus caught sight of his chamber's exterior and felt a sense of relief at that.
This time, there were no bots to expect, so Optimus gently opened the door and locked optics with the berth.
It was dark, but not completely dark. The only source of light was thanks to the open window letting in the presence of the starry moonlight to help illuminate the room's furnishings and to guide the beholder of the chamber. That is, when the light perfectly hits a second mech, waiting at the berth, back facing the Prime.
His systems cautioned him of this mech, who knows who it could be–Oh.
“Megatron. Megatron,”
The Prime could've fallen to his knees by now, but he hurriedly fastened his steps as if the shining silver mech would go anywhere.
“Prime,”
Finally, the mech's helm turned to face the chamber's holder.
“I've been looking for you…” Optimus gently said, sitting next to Megatron, not caring about anything else right now.
“Hm? Oh, my apologies, I've just wanted to surprise you. It wasn't my intention to trouble my Prime,”
It's okay, he says–thinks. “It's okay,” He looked optic to optic with him, not elaborating any further.
He can save the “I-looked-for-you-all-over-the-place” bit for later. And right now, Megatron carefully took Optimus’ blue servos and led him further into the heart of the berth, placing Optimus delicately. Optimus, played into this and grabbed Megatron’s arm and pulled him in, almost harshly. When their forehelms clashed and created a metallic noise, the air soon filled with their laughter.
Megatron’s laughter simmered to a gentle smile as he touched his forehelm, then looking back at the culprit.
“Sorry…” The Prime sheepishly apologized, he then allowed himself to fully relax his pistons and sink in the enthralling comfort of the berth. Megatron’s soft smile didn’t seem to die down, he continued admiring the Prime underneath him, not uttering a single word.
The brush of cold air flew through their frames, every bot in the base were recharging peacefully, which means no one could disturb them in this moment, no one would be frantically knocking on Optimus’ doors and no one would be borrowing Megatron for a klik.
“Hey,” The Prime started,
“Hey.”
“You know… I actually went into your quarters just now, didn’t think you’d be hiding in here.”
Megatron lowered his frame, dangerously lowered his frame.
“I told you, I wanted to surprise you, Optimus.”
Now, that got Optimus’ systems heating up. The power Megatron held just by saying his designation made his systems acting up. And before he could reply anything back, Megatron tilted his helm to the side, which made Optimus always so weak in the knees whenever he did that.
The silver mech looked at Optimus’ lips, the Prime soon catched onto this as Megatron’s optics reverted back to staring at his Prime’s optics. Such… radiant blue optics should be illegal. Optimus held Megatron's helm as they both went in for a kiss, it wasn’t hard, or rough, but delicate and light.
As it went on, Optimus’ blue servos gripped Megatron’s helm, lightly biting down on Megatron’s lower lip. Megatron then put his arms around Optimus and turned to the side, their frames were both heating up, the sound of Optimus’ whimpering were muffled by Megatron.
Soon, Megatron’s lips found Optimus’ neck, and left a soft peck for every cable.
He held Megatron’s helm, tilting his own helm up for Megatron to continue. Then, the silver mech hugged the Prime and they both fell on the berth. He embraced Optimus in his arms, not daring to let him go, as if he would go away.
Megatron nuzzled his helm under Optimus’ neck, and left him one last kiss.
Optimus smiled to himself, he turned his helm back to glance at the mech embracing him.
“What?”
“What do you mean ‘What’?”
“I’m not saying anything, you dolt”
“Oh Optimus…”
He snapped his helm back and snuggled in the cold embrace of the berth. Then, he suddenly got reminded of his previous conversation with Elita.
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“Uh, Megatron…”
The silver mech stopped instantly, worried, he looked to Optimus.
“What is it Optimus? I’m sorry, is it my performance? I ca–”
“No no, it’s not that…”
“Then, what is?”
Megatron’s processor began to think of all the possible scenarios, every possible thing he did that might’ve turned Optimus off, maybe it was earlier in the meeting, or maybe it was about the butterfly thing or–
“Maybe… we should, tell them.”
Ah, so it was that.
“Oh!”
Megatron looked down, scrambling his processor for an answer. Then retreated to his previous position, cuddling Optimus. “Sure,”
Huh? Just like that?
“Wait, really? You’re not gonna fight or–” Megatron’s lack of rebuttal worried Optimus, the concern laced in his voice.
“What do you mean? Of course, it’ll be alright Prime.” The silver mech relaxed his frame after getting tense for something small, closing his optics and hugging Optimus.
Optimus, still deep in thought, wonders how he’s going to tell it to his co-workers, how he’s going to tell it to Elita, Bee, Jazz, and everyone else. Maybe they should wait til after tomorrow… since tomorrow is a big day to take down their greatest enemy.
Megatron, sensing Optimus’ uneasiness, he added– “Besides, I think they already know.”
A deca-cycle had passed, the ambush on the Quintessons worked and now they were gone for good, every son and daughter of Cybertron celebrated this glorious moment.
The group of bots surrounded Megatron and Optimus, it was Optimus who called them in there, said he had something to say to them.
“So, what were y’trying to say, Optimus?” Jazz kicked off the convo, the sound of muffled whispers filled in the air instead of Optimus’ announcement. Then, came a cough from Optimus, silencing the crowd.
“Well, we just wanted to say that…” Optimus held Megatron’s servo to prepare himself for what he was about to announce. “...me and Megatron are conjunx now.”
“We know!!” A shout emerged from the very back of the crowd, leaving Optimus to look at his partner.
“Wha–How did–”
“I told you, remember? It’s okay Prime.” Megatron patted Optimus’ shoulder.
“We all know, it’s okay Optimus, actually we’ve all known ever since.” Elita said. Crossing her arms as Bee entered the scene.
“Hey! I’m so happy for you bossbot! And you too Megatron! Wow this is such an amazing moment, I fully support you guys! Congratulations!” Bumblebee shook their hands with a smile on his faceplate, the silver mech uttered a “thank you” to the scout.
The crowd then dispersed, returning to their normal day to day activities. It was just now the quad,
“Wait– One, two, three–and me! We’re all together! Finally we can go to that place I talked about. Do you guys wanna come?” Bee asked, Optimus looked to his conjunx if he wanted to.
“Yeah, sure,”
Bumblebee squealed in excitement, he turned to look at Elita, hoping she’d agree. She nodded in approval and smiled. Bee got even more happier and led the way for the group, walking next to Elita as they talked about how he “amazingly took down every last Quintesson in the most badass way”.
The two leaders of Cybertron followed them, walking through Iacon City’s streets on a clear day.
“So, what’s this ‘place’ he’s talking about?”
“I… have no idea, let’s just wait til we get there.” Optimus chuckled,
And just like that, the couple traversed through Iacon, hoping to find out what this “cool place” Bee’s talking about.
Optimus could live life like this, live his life with Megatron, with his friends. He catches sight of Bee and Elita happily talking to each other, when just a vorn ago, Elita ignored Bee at first, they were all just on the journey to find the matrix of leadership.They were both just miners, without a cog, working without breaks and sneaking into archives. Both of them have witnessed each other grow, have witnessed each other’s ups and downs, and both have been there for each other no matter what. And now, he and Megatron are Cybertron’s leaders, the rightful leaders of Iacon city.