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“I don’t understand.” Barricade complained, coming up behind Megatron. His mistake, as he had to jump back when an arm shot out to grab in his direction on instinct.
Megatron overlooked the city from the balcony, glaring over Iacon’s glittery splendor. “If my- the Prime wishes to distract himself with mindless entertainment, then I’m all too happy to allow it.”
“You were supposed to be working on him. Getting Prime to support us.” Closing his arms, Barricade snorted. “Maybe you’re getting a little too close. You two already share a lot more than the same space.”
“What do you mean?” Megatron knew exactly what Barricade meant. He found himself soaring in his spark whenever Optimus Prime cried out to Primus during an overload. Knowing only he could provide every possible service.
Instead of continuing his arguing, Barricade smirked. His metal derma screeched slightly together, “I don’t blame you. He’s real easy. Bet we could even take him out, while he’s distracted.”
“Doing what?” Questions. It was always deflection with questions. Megatron couldn’t help his feelings, as much as a Kaonite wanted to claim they never existed in their programming.
“Fragging him, of course. A Pretender told me you were pretty friendly with them at that party-“
Barricade shouted, Megatron suddenly holding him in one servo over the side of the building. He struggled, kicking in his sudden rush of fear. “I was just trying to get you to admit it! It wasn’t actually a-!” Looking under him, he struggled more. “Primus, I’m not a flight frame! Let me go!”
“Wrong choice of words,” Megatron snarled, starting to loosen his grip. Barricade scratched at his arms, having to use that to keep upwards.
“Megatron, what is the meaning of this? I don’t think your friend is a security risk, however naive he is.” Optimus made his way to the balcony.
So nice was Optimus, that he thanked the Constructicons for adding on the tall building at the risk of their own lives. He wanted Megatron to have more room; to watch the constellations with him.
Megatron grit his denta, before clenching a fistful of chassis in his grip. “I suppose ‘naive’ is a word for this turborat.”
Barricade screamed, his flurry of body colliding hard into the wall near Optimus. He looked over, an optic popping out attached to the wiring. “Nice to see you.”
“Likewise,” Optimus replied in a polite manner. He wasn’t a fan, but Megatron couldn’t only have him as company.
Megatron stormed over to Optimus, bringing his lover inside again. “You interrupted our conversation. If Barricade had decided to attack you, in retaliation to my aggression…”
“I can take care of myself. I have been taught by the best.” Optimus leaned back, resting his spinal strut along Megatron’s chassis. “Unless,” he lowered his tone, “you have something to teach me, before I go to my match.”
“You speak as though I’d allow you onto the field of such a primitive game.” Megatron looked around for any prying optics, before grabbing Optimus’ jaw to tempt it to lean backwards.
“You have no hold over me. If I have to use my authority, then I will. You will be barred from even following me, if I believe you’ll cause trouble.”
“With no escort?” Megatron let go, getting visibly frazzled. “That’s lunacy. You know bots want to take you out, thinking they could ever have your Matrix.” Having the Matrix in their chests would melt them into husks, which would be enjoyable to see in a sickening way.
“I… have a friend.” Optimus swallowed a little, worried how Megatron would take the news. “He may even be stronger than you.”
Megatron’s servos began to clench hard. The knuckles popped outwards. “Who?” He hissed out in a whispery voice.
“Megatron-“
“Who could ever protect you better than I?” Megatron’s reason for existing was on the line. He bellowed, “Tell me now!”
“Ironhide,” Optimus didn’t want to hurt Megatron. Make his bodyguard think they weren’t serious, and that he would change his mind about what they’d become.
“You would offer yourself to a mech from Tyger Pax? Those pacifists are worthless! Worse than Iaconians!” Megatron realized his mistake. Optimus was directly insulted, which would make the argument over with effect.
“Goodbye, Megatron. I’ll leave you with only the company of your likeminded friend out there.” Optimus turned to leave. He didn’t want to say anything more about the matter. “If Ironhide is an unworthy protector, then I’ll take my chances with the crowd.”
Megatron tried to follow, before the door shut in his faceplate. He growled, only able to be angry with himself. “If he expects me to just stand here, then he has another thing coming.”
Rushing to a large window, Megatron broke through it with a transforming plane mode. Even with the alarm system going off in the room, he shot away to make it to follow Optimus’ vehicle mode.
The truck being Ironhide, no doubt, Megatron scowled inwardly. He wanted Optimus to be safe, which could never happen with a smaller car trailing beside.
When Optimus reached the perimeter of the stadium, Megatron dropped down before his mate with full humility. He hated it, but he couldn’t apologize properly without bowing to the pavement. “Take my life, my Prime. I have wronged you.”
Turning into his bot mode, Optimus was followed by Ironhide. “There’s no need for this,” he chided under a vent, glancing to the bot meant to take tickets.
“I am not worthy of you. For insulting your friend, and you, please take my apology.” Megatron wanted to slam his helm into the ground. How pathetic did he have to seem?
“Just… don’t do it again.” Optimus sounded as unsure. He didn’t enjoy being groveled to. He wanted equality, however unlikely he would achieve it in their society. “Now, stand, and follow us into the stadium. You’re already here.” No doubt planned that way.
Megatron followed after Optimus, staring at Ironhide. “I’m sorry for pointing out that your city is a place of cowards.”
“I’m sorry I had to meet you,” Ironhide muttered, wondering what Optimus saw in such an arrogant creature. He fought spinning around for a tussle, just to show that he wasn’t as peaceful as his fellow citizens.
Ironhide could guess what Megatron did to stay in favor with Optimus.
Optimus was given the best seat above all else, which was surrounded by a box. He frowned, realizing it would be crowded with three mechs, especially when two were built wider. “I’m sorry, Megatron, you’ll have to stand outside.”
“Me?” Megatron hadn’t truly been forgiven. He’d remember that.
“I wanted to go with my friend, so he deserves the extra seat.”
Megatron stood next to the box, having to go into low-power mode out of boredom. It would rouse him if any stimulus went in front of him, or near Optimus.
-
“…I’m sorry we took so long. I was even able to meet the players. They were very nice.” Optimus walked up to Megatron, once the Cybertronians went home. Not even Ironhide seemed to stay behind.
“Where’s your new bodyguard?” Megatron began to stretch, grunting while his arms went behind his helm to be stretched.
Optimus gawked at the frame before him. “He was invited by a player for some ‘training’. You know about as much as I do.”
“Mhm.” Megatron could imagine some skinny mech trying it on with a big frame. It made him chuckle.
“What? Do you not find Ironhide attractive?” Optimus shouted afterwards, being grabbed by the arm to be pulled close to Megatron. “Just when I was forgiving your behavior.”
“If I find out you’ve been fragging Ironhide, I will shoot him in front of you, and make you wear his energon blood.”
“I have never done anything with a bot that wasn’t you.” Optimus winced slightly, before continuing to needle at Megatron. “Don’t push me to it. You’re horrible company this solar cycle.”
“Would I be better company, if you pretended I was one of your precious Cube players?” Megatron didn’t understand the point of throwing a cube around, but he’d be willing to try.
“It’s not the game; it’s the freedom to watch it, if I wish.” Optimus did smile a little, “I do wonder if the solvent showers are any different from mine.”
-
Instead of pure gold, the solvent showers were a simple steel. Optimus got familiar with it, having his faceplate shoved against it with a servo to his back strut. “I couldn’t possibly taste that good. Not with this solvent making you taste all that’s on my armor…”
Megatron let go of Optimus’ back, before reaching down to hold shaking hips. “You can never resist me when I do this. I would be your chair, if you willed it.”
Optimus groaned, imagining Megatron having him publicly in the box. If they hadn’t fought, they’d have behaved that poorly.
“Put it inside me,” Optimus requested gently.
“I didn’t hear that,” Megatron flicked his glossa on Optimus’ exterior node.
Hips jumping, Optimus scraped his fingers on the wall. “Stick your spike inside me, please!” Echoed off the walls.
Flushed, Optimus let a leg lift, all while Megatron stood up behind him. Throbbing spike to his engorged hole, he could only quake in his need. “Please?” He tried again, optics glitching.
“You’re such a good bot, and I didn’t even have to beat it out of you.” Megatron chuckled lowly, kissing Optimus’ audial. “Your insides will just have to take the beating for you.”
Optimus groaned, trying to keep from wailing from the large intrusion sliding into his body. “Megatron,” he whimpered, unable to help himself. He knew Megatron enjoyed having power over him.
Megatron rubbed the spike between Optimus’ legs, biting at a finial. “You’re being bred against a filthy public shower, and you’re trying to be all cute? I think I’m going to stick some eggs in you, just to keep this from being a waste of time.”
“Would you really?” Optimus asked, optics wide with wonder. He never thought of that option being for him.
Grunting, Megatron let his systems change his spike into a thicker pole. It had Optimus practically gurgling from it pressing to his forge.
Optimus dented in the shower wall, moaning from being thrust in so deeply that it made him squirt. The head in his forge made the process less work for them both.
Inside Optimus’ forge, Megatron had to still his hips. He kissed along a warm neck, groaning as each egg dropped into the once empty forge.
“Will this work? Can a Prime be a carrier?” Optimus wondered, “If so, you have to be more than a bodyguard.”
-
“I think I can manage being more than a bodyguard.” Megatron rubbed over Optimus’ round chassis, feeling the eggs clicking together underneath the metal body. They lounged on a plush berth, given more pillows just to keep the Prime comfortable.
Half in a recharge, Optimus barely registered Megatron kissing his belly. “Making yourself an army?”
“Mm,” Megatron agreed, kissing down to lick along Optimus’ throbbing spike. “Your place in Cybertron’s future is sealed.”