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"Surrender?"
"What a joke."
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"Damn you prime.."
Megatron sat quietly in his cell. The only sounds keeping him company being the engines of the Ark and his own systems. He had surrendered to the Autobots after the last fight he had with Prime, the name sounding like a curse in his head. The fight wasnt even brutal, nor did the Prime win with skill, no, he had actually lost. Megatron sat here, on the cold Metal floor by choice.
"WHY CAN'T YOU EVER DIE?" .. Those words, so harsh, so raw. Megatron could almost feel the pain as Optimus had said them. Despite it, it made him think, why? His vision of course, a better Cybertron is why. His Cybertron. But as he looked back, this fight, this war, it wasnt what he had visioned. He didnt want to fight Optimus, the mech he used to call his best friend, and when he was alone? .. a little more than that. No. He was the enemy, nothing more. The Enemy... Right? They hated each other, despite Megatrons dreams, that was their reality.
His thoughts consumed most of the quiet hours in the bland, boring cell, not even a window to look out of to see the stars. Every now and then he would hear guards walk by his cell, despite being in a closed room, he could feel the stares through the laser bars. Pathetic. Thats what this was, him, HIM. The Mighty Megatron. Sitting here, on his aft. This was beneath him, yet.. he didnt find that he regret his choice.
He let out a heavy sigh and threw a servo over his faceplate, pinching his nasal bridge. Megatron knew that they feared him, they knew what he was cable of, yet everything made him feel so... small.
As the hours past he found himself laying on the cheap uncomfortable berth staring at the off coloured ceiling. There was a crack in the top left of the room, the crack was almost a straight line, it reminded him of a scar he had given Optimus during one of their battles, how he had loved their fights, the adrenaline, going through his frame with each punch, each hit.
"..heh, those were the days werent they?" He found himself letting out a slight chuckle at the thought, his optics shutting as recharge took him in the coldness of the cell.
"One shall stand-"
"-And one shall fall Prime!"
He found himself back on the battle field. His fusion cannon raised and powered, aimed at his sworn enemy. Optimus dodged the bright purple shot fired at him, and he charged towards the silver mech, axe raised beside his head. Despite the long ranged design in his frame, Megatron Loved close combat, especially when it involed his favorite red and blue mech. Their frames met in a loud clash, dust and sparks flying as they had their dance. He knew that it was chaos around them, his Decepticon's fighting beside him and Optimus with his Autobots, but in these moments, they vanished. It was just the two of them, their moment. Optimus swung a servo that impacted with Megatron's face sending energon to his lip plateing as he stumpled back, Megatron licked the energon that trailed down his lower lip. The taste was Rich, full high-grade, as the taste spread through his system a sly smirk appeared on his lips, he locked his crimson optics on the bright sapphire staring right back. Those Optics, Megatron had never seen anything like them beside Optimus's. He loved knowing they were on him, on his face, his weapons, his frame.
"I almost felt that one, Prime." Megatron said regaining his posture as he resumed his fighting stance, clenching his fists. Optimus huffed his vents, letting out steam from his smokestacks. Optimus tightened his grip on his battle axe, slowly walking towards Megatron. As they both picked up the pace running towards each other they clashed, fist against fist, fingers intertwined in a tough hold.
"This little dance of ours is becoming predictable Prime." Megatron spat, trying to get a reaction out of the counterpart.
"As are you, Megatron." Optimus said, his voice unusually calm, he had a different idea in his mind.
Megatron didnt have time to react before he got a knee in his stomach forcing him to retract, and Prime followed.
They went down with a crash, Optimus pinning Megatron's wrists to the ground beside his helm and a knee on each side of his waist. Megatron had been pinned before, but for some reason this time felt different. He could feel the heat from Optimus's frame, the strength gripping his wrists, forcing him down. Megatron's optics opened, as he focused his vision on the mech infront of him he could do nothing but grin, had this really been the prime's master plan? Ha!. He let out a small chuckle as he spoke.
"Well played Prime! Im eager to see what you plan to do next!" He spat as he tried to wiggle free from the tight grip.
"Something I should have done a long time ago-"
Before Megatron could fully register the words that had left Prime's intake he heard a sharp *click* and watched as Optimus's face mask vanished and Optimus closed the distance between them. Megatron felt Prime's lips connect with his own in pure shock, he should be angry, furious even! Optimus Prime, KISSING HIM?! It was wrong, it was awful, it was perfect, and it was oh so good. He felt his optics close as he retur-
Megatron jolted awake and almost jumped out of the berth as he woke, his spark beating at a lighting rythm. He swung his legs down from the berth, placing his peds on the ground, trying to relax his frame as he placed a servo on his chest feeling his sparkbeat. As he vented deeply letting his engine calm down from the sudden event.
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in....
Breathe out......
This couldnt be happening, not to him. Not With him. Why was that dream so.. real? Why did it feel so real? Why did he want it to be real. No.. No no no NO! He refused to believe this was real. He moved his servo from his chest to his faceplate, his other servo joining as he took a deep intake through his vents finally relaxing his frame.
As Megatron sat in his own thoughts he heard the laser bars dim, he lifted his head slightly looking towards the sound. Prowl and Optimus stood at the door, Optimus's arms crossed over his chest and prowl with stasis cuffs in his servos. Prowl moved his servo in a 'up and over' motion as he lifted the stasis cuffs up to height. Megatron stood from the berth slowly, his optics staying on the ground beneath him. As he stood infront of Prowl he lifted his servo's together and moved his optics to Optimus meeting his gaze, those sapphire blue optics really did things. Megatron felt the warmth creeping back into his frame the longer he held the gaze, the sound of the stasis cuffs snapping around his wrists being the only reason he snapped back to reality.
"We need some more information Megatron. Please comply to the interrogation room." Prowl said with hatred in his words, Megatron only nodded. That fragging bounty hunter had taken so many of his Decepticons to jail. Prowl typed on the little pannel beside his cell, and lowered the lasers allowing Megatron to walk out of the boring cell, letting Megatron breathe fresh air for the first time in days. He took a deep vent, letting the air filter through his systems before continuing.
As they walked through the hallways of the Ark's prison cells, Prowl guiding Megatron by pushing his servo a bit on his back in the direction they needed to go. After a few turns Prowl stopped him before a room, Megatron huffed as he came to a standstill, Prowl went and put the code into the little pannel on the side of the door, unlocking the room. As Prowl walked into the interrogation room, Megatron could feel Optimus behind him as he waited for Prowl to signal for him to walk in.
"Sit down." Prowl said as he sat down on one side of the table and holding a servo out to the other side. Megatron felt Optimus place a servo on the back of his shoulder, warm, comforting, strong. Megatron walked into the room and sat down on the small chair by the black metal table, keeping his servos on the table. He watched as Optimus took a seat beside Prowl.
Megatron sighed as he listened to Prowl tap on his datapad, looking up files.
"Explain to me again why you surrendered?" Prowl said as he looked up to meet Megatron's optics, Megatron looked at his servo's as he took a deep vent.
"I had a realization. I realized that.. the cause wasnt what I wanted anymore. It isnt what I had visioned anymore... Its not the rebellion I started." Megatron said, which was the truth, part of it at least. He could never admit why he had fully accepted that he wanted to surrender, he couldnt tell Prowl about his feelings for Optimus, his dreams.
No, he couldnt tell anyone.
"..Is that the only reason?"
"Yes."
".. And why now? Why not when the war began?" Prowl asked, not even looking at Megatron as he typed on the datapad. He didnt deserve that respect.
"When the war began I was filled with anger, rage. I wanted to see the system pay for what it had done, to me, to others like myself. After I started the rebelion.. I felt heard, I felt power.. and I was hypnotized by that power." Megatron said, he didnt regret what he had done, but he had a heavy feeling over his spark that it had gotten to this point.
"Okay. That will be all for now, I'll take you back to your cell." Prowl said as he stood up, gesturing for Megatron to follow along before his arm being pulled back down by Optimus. As Prowl looked at Optimus, Optimus gave him a slight nod letting Prowl know he wanted a few words with Megatron alone. Prowl only nodded in response to his leaders request and walked out the door closing it behind him.
Optimus and Megatron sat in the room in silence for a couple of minutes. The only sound being their running engines, they ran in sync, matching each other. Just like they did.
Optimus was the first to break the silence, he took a deep intake and spoke, no hatred, no fear.
"..How are you?" He said softly, quietly.
"...cuffed prime."
".. heh. Beside that, really.. how are you?"
Megatron let out a heavy huff, his vents letting out steam he had been holding in.
".. tired. Im tired prime." Megatron said letting his shoulders rest, relaxing the mechanics. ".. How are .. you?" Megatron asked a tad hesitant, as he slowly looked up to meet Optimus's optics. Those optics sending warmth through his frame, right into his spark.
"Im good, the Autobots are starting to rebuild, new constructions are being made." Optimus said, knowing he avoided actually answering the real question.
"How are they?.. out there? How are my- the decepticons?" Megatron asked quietly
"..Some have gone hiding, some have gone rogue. Some are angry, and some are being hunted. I've told Prowl to try his best to not hurt them, but I can't promise anything Megatron." Optimus said, looking down at his servo's, Optimus knew that despite their differences they were just like the Autobots, they're bots, with emotions and feelings.
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As they sat in the silence Optimus gained the courage to speak. He was unsure where it came from, but it felt right.
"..I've missed this." He said quietly
"..Missed what?"
"Talking.. like this. ....With you.." The last part was said quietly, almost like he didnt want it to be heard.
"...." Megatron huffed a small chuckle before he spoke, quietly ".. me too prime.. me too" Megatron let himself feel a small smile tug at his lips.
As they sat in their moment. Letting the silence take over again, it wasnt a bad silence, it actually felt comforting, intimate. Something long overdue, from both of them. Suddenly while they were somewhat enjoying each others company, Prowl opened the door, giving Optimus a look saying 'times up' and Optimus nodded feeling a slight tug in his spark. Optimus stood up from his chair and gestured to Megatron to follow along, Megatron let out a sigh as he stood on his peds and followed along towards the door, giving Optimus one last look before stepping out of the cold room.
Prowl placed a servo on Megatrons back forcing him forward back towards the cell, their walk back was quiet. As they reached the cell, Prowl put in the code to unlock the cell, as the lasers slid open Megatron took one step before being pushed in, almost tripping with the force on his back. Prowl gave him a sceptical look before pulling out the key for the stasis cuffs, Megatron stepped towards him lifting his servo's as Prowl uncuffed him and activated the lasers. Megatron let out a scoff as he gripped his wrists slightly sore from the cuffs, he looked towards Prowl and Prowl let out a scrowl before he spoke.
"I dont know what you're planning. But if this is real, if you're serious about this. Prove it, not for yourself, but for him. If I find out this is another scheme of yours. I will have you executed." he spat before turning and walking away.
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"heh.."
"If only you knew..."
As the hours past, Megatron found himself sitting on the cold floor of his cell, optics closed, resting his arms on his thighs. Scrolling through memories in his processor, his time in the mines, his time with Optimus before the war, the gladiator pit, his poetry. How he used to love to write, pouring everything he had into those datapads. Perhaps he could pick it up again since he didnt have to worry about the war anymore, he could ask for a secure datapad, he doubt that Prowl would allow him, but perhaps Optimus. Speaking of Optimus-
Just as Optimus appeared in his processor he heard his voice.
"You look deep in thought?" Prime asked softly as he lowered the lasers slightly. Megatron lifted his optics to meet Optimus's before letting out a small chuckle.
"..something like that" Megatron said softly. "..just thinking about the old times."
"Heh... I seem to do that a lot lately too." Prime said, almost sounding surprised by himself.
As Megatrons processor registered the words that had just left Prime's vocalizer, he felt a warm feeling around his spark once again. He felt it creep through his frame, his lips tugging into a small smile. Optimus thought about him too? As Megatron thought a tad too hard completely forgetting he was currently in a conversation with said prime.
"I wish you would have joined me.." Optimus suddenly said, making Megatron snap back to reality. Join him? ... Just the thought hurt, but perhaps in time, it was the only way.
"..." Megatron sat in silence for a few seconds, moving his optics from Optimus to his servos, looking at his digits, these servos which has caused so much suffering, so much pain. "Perhaps... one day" He finally said softly with a small tug on his lip forming a small smile. He closed his optics for a few seconds, letting his processer imagine as he heard a small chuckle. As he looked back up to the prime he saw his facemask was off, the prime was smiling. That fragging smile.
"Goodnight Megatron." Optimus said as he activated the laser field again snapping his facemask back on as he walked off towards the main base. Megatron sat stunned for a few seconds, taken a picture of that smile in his processor to keep in his memory. The warmth growing as he felt the heat creeping towards his faceplate, feeling the blue tint spread over his cheeks.
"... Goodnight, Optimus." He said quietly to himself, shifting from the floor up on to the berth preparing his mind for recharge.
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"Ha!"
"Well played Prime! Im eager to see what you do next!"
"Something I should have done a long time ago..."
He felt the dirt beneath him, rough, a few rocks denting his back plating with their movement. Both his servo's placed on each side of his helm, pinned by that strong grip that belonged to Prime. His lower body being forced down by the weight of prime on his waist, one of primes knees on each side of his waist. He could feel the heat radiating from Optimus's plating, those sapphire optics looking over him like a trophy. As he heard the click of Optimus's facemask clicking off, revealing his annoying handsome face, he felt a strong pull from his spark. Like Optimus's lips were calling for his own, he felt the heat spreading through his frame, the tension in his frame fading, his will to struggle vanishing as he watched Optimus lean closer and closer. Feeling the breath from his intake on his lips, before finally closing the distance between them as he closed his optics and let himself feel.
The warmth on his lips were sensational, intoxicating. He had never felt anything like this and he wanted more, he craved more!. The more he returned the heated kiss, the more he fell apart, slightly arching into Optimus's hold to get closer. How he wished to wrap his arms around him, destroy that pretty back of his. As Megatron was enjoying the heat and the soft sensation on his lips he felt the slightest glimse of a tongue, Optimus wanted access and Megatron fully gave in. As their tongues fought for dominance mapping out every rigid of each other's intakes, their vents getting heavier as each second passed.
As they finally parted their intakes from each other and opened their optics, staring at each other for a few seconds before both focused on their lips again. Optimus slightly released his hold on Megatron's wrist, the second Megatron felt the pressure drop he jumped the opportunity and wrapped his arms around Prime's neck pulling him back into another kiss. Optimus braced himself with one arm on the side of Megatron's helm, the other tracing down his side placing itself by the arch of his back pushing him closer. Their frames met, chest to chest, hip on hip, their heat brushing against each other. It was so perfect.
"Megatron..."
Megatron couldnt get enough of Optimus's taste, as he moved his servo's to grip Optimus's helm keeping him close. He never wanted this to end, Optimus's servos on his frame. The sounds of his engine running so fast. Primus he couldnt get enough.
"Megatron."
Megatron felt the voice, but he was too busy to register who it belonged to. He moved a servo from Optimus's helm to slide it down his back pressing him closer, mapping out the plating on his back. All the little curves, all the dents from their battles. Megatron wanted it all, he wanted to feel everything.
"Megatron!"
As Megatron grew annoyed by the voice he opened his optics to look at those gorgeous sapphire staring back at him. What he saw however made him vomit. PROWL!?!
Megatron jolted awake ... again, feeling disgust run through his system with the sight of Prowl above him. Megatron took a deep vent through his intake as he settled down. Ugh.. what an image, he had to quickly delete that from his processor and clean his optics. Many times...
Megatron moved his servo's down his faceplate trying to reset for a few seconds before getting up from the uncomfortable berth, he could feel his frame was warm from his dream.. especially his pannels. ... primus what is happening to him??
Gosh he didnt remember the last time he had felt like this, back in his youth perhaps? Before the war? Everytime he fought Optimus.
"Megatron. I need the location of the Nemesis. We have suspicion that some Decepticons are planning an attack using the warship." Prowl said with a Stern look. Primus, Megatron could barely look at him without wanting to vomit his processor out.
"I already told you Prowl. After my surrender I dont know where it went, Despite what you might think, I am not connected to the ship." Megatron said, using all of his strength to not spit at the bounty hunter.
"You have to give me something Megatron. Anything that can lead to it, I know you have intell!" Prowl spat, his voice growing towards aggression as he narrowed his optics. Who the hell does he think he is? Megatron felt his energon starting to warm, and not in the good way. He had done nothing but comply with everything, and Prowl was still pressing!? What is the next gonna be? Processor surgery?!?
"I dont know! Last I saw of it was when I turned myself in. When I gave up EVERYTHING I have ever worked for! What more do you want from me Prowl!?" Megatron spat, as he rose to his peds towering over Prowl.
"If you do-" Prowl spat as he was interrupted by Optimus who had walked to them during their argument.
"Prowl. A moment?" Optimus said, placing a servo on Prowl's shoulder. Megatron scoffed as he sharply turned his back to Prowl and walked back to the berth.
As Optimus took Prowl a little away from Megatrons cell, speaking in a lower tone than normal. Prowl looked at Optimus, anger in his optics as he spoke
"We need to know Optimus! He is hid-" Prowl said before Optimus raised a servo telling Prowl to be quiet.
"I know Prowl. But he has been through a lot in a short amount of time, we need to trust him as much as he has to trust us. Letting go of something that has been your whole life.. it isnt easy." Optimus said softly, placing his servo on Prowl's shoulder.
"Trust?! Optimus, he has killed millions! He doesnt deserve our trust!" Prowl spat, he knew he shouldnt raise his voice at Optimus but his anger was boiling over him. Optimus noticed and took his servo off Prowl's shoulder and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Prowl. I know what he has done, but he deserves a second chance as much as anyone else. His surrender was a start and we still need the council to make their choice, but let me talk to him. He's different with me than others." Optimus said softly, his voice lowering at the last part, despite his best efforts.
"Yeah. Thats what scares me Prime. But if you say so, he's all yours." Prowl said as he pointed a digit at Optimus's chest. "I really hope you know what you're doing Prime, he is dangerours." And with that Prowl walked off to his office.
Optimus walked back towards Megatron's cell coming to a standstill infront of the lasers, watching Megatron sit on the berth in the cold room. Optimus took a deep vent as he went to the consol beside the cell and lowered the lasers completely, taking a step inside the cell. Megatron moved his focus to him, unsure what Prime was planning to do.
Optimus sat down next to him on the berth, joining him in silence. The rumbling on their engines being the white noise for their company, it had been centuries since they last sat next to each other like this.
"..Do you remember when we met?" Optimus started.
".. what?" Megatron said surprised by the sudden topic.
"I came to visit Kaon on orders. I had heard a lot about the criminal activity going on in the city, the gladiator pit being the best way for income. That was the first time I saw you, you had just won the final match of the season." Optimus said meeting Megatron's optics, the crimsom glow dimming sightly at the words. Optimus let himself smile and let out a small chuckle.
"You looked so proud that day, so full of excitement. You had been heard, seen, watched. The mech's cherished you, cheering for you." Optimus took a deep vent, he knew revealing deeper parts of his feelings were a risk. "I was so stunned I couldnt look away, you were mesmerizing" That made Megatron hold his breath for a second, he felt the heat creep up his faceplate again, feeling the warmth spreading across his cheeks.
"...Heh... you remembered? .. you were standing by the back entrance, datapad in your arms." Megatron caught himself before he finished what he really wanted to say, he remembered the little blush on Optimus's faceplate as their optics met for the first time. They both let out a few chuckles, as they looked back down at the ground. How times had changed, how they had changed.
As they once again sat in silence, Megatron moved his thigh slightly almost making it hit Optimus's thigh but stopped himself before hitting, he was scared. HIM!? Scared?? Gosh he was pathetic...
"I dont want to see you jailed for the rest of your time Megatron, if you have anything. Please, tell me. I will fight to get you a different sentence, in time, we can be allies again. The Autobots- no. I'd, love to have you Megatron." Optimus said, there was no hatred in his voice, no fear, only sincerity. If Megatron wasnt careful his warm blue tint was gonna be visible very soon, the warmth growing in his spark at Optimus's words. Megatron got an idea, it was simple, but it might help him with his newfound... issues.
"Prime..? Is there a chance I could be allowed a datapad? All it needs is a writing program. Network connection is not required as I will not be sending it to anyone?" Megatron asked slowly
"Of course old friend, I'll get you one." Optimus said with a smile as he rose to his peds, giving Megatron a slight touch on his shoulder. As he walked towards the door he heard Megatron vent.
"Thank you, and Optimus... I will think on it." Megatron said quietly with a smile, as he watched Optimus walk through the door and closing the laser.
Once again Megatron was alone with his thoughts, Optimus thought he was mesmerizing. heh.. what a thought.
