Chapter Text
The command meeting ended abruptly with tension in everyone's EM fields.
Megatron and Optimus were having a disagreement, their different command style colliding. Optimus is a very good Second in Command, after stellar cycles of strategizing together and debating on various topics they knew each other pretty well. They knew how to work with the other to create the perfect plan that had high success rates, helping the Decepticon’s get win after win in the war.
This also meant they knew what to say to antagonize each other.
In this instance Megatron wasn't
trying
to be an afthead when he said Optimus’ battle plan was an
idiotic waste of resources and manpower
!
The room went silent when Optimus did.
All optics at the table flickered back and forth between the two, until Cyclonus, ever the levelheaded mech that he was, suggested a break. Optimus stormed out the war room doors before the mech's sentence was even finished. The rest flowed out leaving Megatron the last in the room, leaving him to fume in silence.
Primus damn it
, he needed to release some tension before the meeting reconvened.
Optimus was the perfect addition to the Decepticons. Exactly what he—they all needed to win the war. And they're so
. Close.
Megatron could see victory on the horizon.
The Autobots were on their last stand, with the Decepticon’s encroaching on them from all sides, they have them currently completely surrounded. The Nemesis is primed and ready to blast Iacon and all those unbecoming Autobots from the face of Cybertron.
The Decepticons had stopped their foolish panic, preventing them from launching the Allspark into deep space. It was a fumble from one of the deployed teams below in the city that caused the Autobots to slip away at the last second letting them hide. Fortunately, in their panic they backed themselves into a tight corner, only one way in and one way out. It was beyond amusing. On Megatron’s command they could take the Allspark and blast the city off the map. But
noo
Optimus wants to take the Allspark and leave the city standing. In other words, let the Autobots run. The few that were left.
“The less lives snuffed the better!”
Megatron could only think of all the ways that could backfire on them. And then Optimus had the
nerve
to say, “What are you
scared
of?”
Megatron?
Scared
?
The implication that Megatron feared anything was outrageous! And then to do so in front of his troops. Oh, Megatron wanted to strangle that moralizing, good sparked, sentimental piece of…
Deep vents. Deep vents.
Megatron stomped his way out of the war room and to the training room . He desperately needed to punch something. Preferably a training drone rather than the next mech he saw.
Reaching the doors of the training room he stopped by the access panel, putting in a code to lock the doors behind him when he entered. He didn’t want any interruption in the short time he had to release some stress and clear his processor.
When the doors slid open to reveal Optimus beating the slag out of a training drone, Megatron felt something in his processor spark.
Optimus stopped mid strike to glare over at whoever was interrupting him, only for his scowl to deepen when he saw that it was Megatron.
Rolling his optics, Megatron went to activate his own drone, deliberately walking past Optimus and shouldering him despite all of the space.
“What the fra-!” Optimus grabbed at Megatron’s shoulder, tugging him back. Expecting this Megatron went with the momentum, turning while Optimus overbalanced, taking the chance to slug him in the face.
Battle mask sliding into place Optimus blocked with his hand at the last moment, pushing Megatron back hard enough that he needed to take a large step back to rebalance himself. Optimus also took one himself.
When Optimus first joined the Decepticons he had no fighting skills whatsoever.
Megatron had been walking through the hallways of Kolkular one night, passing the training room when he heard a crash and a stream of cursing coming from a familiar voice. When he entered, he saw Optimus sprawled on his back, a training drone standing over him. Megatron couldn’t help but laugh, loud and deep. But it was enough of a pathetic sight that he helped the other bot up from the ground, putting his own fist up and said, “Try to hit me,” Optimus spent a lot of time on the ground during those solar cycles. Thankfully Optimus was a quick learner. And the fragger fought dirty.
Now Optimus could hold his own. He’s quick on his feet, far lighter and swifter than Megatron who’s slightly slower but packs a stronger punch.
They traded blows, Optimus dodging and jumping back and forth on his feet, swiping at Megatron’s weaker points when he found an opening. Megatron took the brunt of his strikes so that he could swing up a jab aimed for his helm. Optimus put his arms up to protect himself, jumping a decent ways out of reach, only to come back into range and feint a swipe to the side of Megatron’s own helm, first going right and quickly following with one to his left leaving himself wide open. Megatron aimed for his side putting his weight into it, making him slow in dodging the rapid swipe of Optimus’ leg coming for his feet. Megatron cursed out loud because he knew he was going to fall. And when he fell, he fell
hard
.
His vents stalled as they gasped for all the air that escaped them. Wheezing even more when Optimus landed on him putting all his weight on Megatron, chest to chest and hip to hip. Megatron in that instant forgot to vent. Instead, he focused completely on Optimus, his breath hitching when Optimus wriggled, amour scraping.
Oh but the look of triumph on his face was
brilliant
.
“Yield?” Optimus asked, smiling down at him while holding both of Megatron’s wrists down on the floor besides his helm, leaning over him. They were nearly nose to nose. The sounds of their fans whirring away blasting in the quiet.
Megatron didn’t respond. He
couldn’t
. Optimus had never been able to down him, and had never had him so caught off guard. In all their time together… Megatron hadn’t realized…If his fans turned any harder, they would surely start to smoke.
Optimus was letting up, smile slowly dipping into a frown at Megatron’s awkward silence.
Primus
, Megatron couldn’t stand it!
He lifted his helm the trajectory looking as if Megatron was going in for a headbutt. Optimus flinched back in an instantaneous reaction not wanting to get hit in the face. With the grip on his wrists loose Megatron ripped his arms the rest of the way, going to grasp the back of Optimus’ helm so that he held still enough for Megatron to lock their lips.
Optimus didn’t hesitate for a second.
The moment their lips connected he kissed back with a shocking eagerness and when they pulled apart, he had the gall to say, “
Finally!
” his hands gripping tightly at Megatron’s hip platting, fingertips brushing into the seams boldly teasing at the wires underneath. “I’ve been waiting
so long
for that.”
Megatron, who was never at a loss for words, couldn’t find anything to say to that. Because
what?!
The faintest tinge of any anger he had left was smothered into something he always ignored when it came to Optimus; the feeling itself syrupy and cloying and bright, making him queasy with it.
Nothing came to him, Megatron who was always so full of words couldn’t find the simplest thing to say. He would be humiliated by his own silence and stupidity later, but for now he could only bring their faces back together. Humming as Optimus’ plush lips opened letting Megatron plunge his tongue into his mouth.
Finally.
Optimus was making the kiss near impossible with his smile, but Megatron persevered.
Their make out turned into heavy petting that hurriedly developed into groping. Megatron who was kneaded at handfuls of Optimus’ aft tugged him just so, helping them grind their hot array panels together. Grunting at the stimulation, Megatron growled, it wasn’t enough. He ground their panels harder, Optimus hissed biting at Megatron’s lips in retaliation, nipping until he tasted a small amount of energon.
Megatron has started to rise, but Optimus slid firmly back in his lap and pushed him back down by the shoulders. And as if having the same thought, they both opened their panels in sync. Megatron could feel his valve was already wet and plush, lubricant dripping down his thighs, pooling at his aft.
He was getting worked up so quick, it would have been embarrassing if he didn’t know Optimus was in the same position, panting away, optics hazy and half shuttered, pumping away at his spike as it swelled to full stiffness, guiding it in-between Megatron’s slick mesh.
Optimus pumped his hips, his spike sliding up to nudge at Megatron’s anterior node making him jolt.
Megatron clenched a moan behind his teeth, his helm thudding on the padded floor. Optimus slid a hand up from his flank roaming all the way up to his chest and to his neck cables caressing his throat for a split second until it made it to his mouth. His thumb stroking his bottom lip, smearing a bead of energon, letting Megatron lick it away, when he poked out his tongue.
“No.” he whispered into the side of Megatron’s helm, right into his audial. Spike pulling back and thrusting slowly.
Too slow it was too slow!
Megatron huffed, not wanting to whimper like a desperate harlot.
Meanwhile Optimus’ other hand drifted down to swipe gently at his node, “please don’t keep that from me.”
How could Megatron deny a request as sweet as that?
The next thrust nudged of his spike was rougher, and the gentle pressure on his node turned into persistent swift rubbing. It wasn’t long until he was nudging at his entrance, the head of his spike popping in just as he pinched Megatron’s node between his fingers, the sting a burst of perfect pleasure; his next moan slipped free, loud and clear. Megatron couldn’t have held it in even if he wanted to.
He was rewarded with another small nudge of his spike; so small the head slipped out.
The glitch was teasing him!
Optimus laughed softly at Megatron's snarl, who had a complaint rising to his lips that Optimus cleverly maneuvered away with a push of his spike, at last entering him. Megatron let out another shameless moan hips hitching along with it.
“That’s it.” Optimus hissed. The slide of his spike slipped future in his valve and with two more thrust he completely bottomed out. Both panting into each other's mouths, abandoning any attempts of kissing. Optimus leaned his forehead against Megatron’s, rubbing their helms together, noses touching.
Megatron felt his circuits alight. He moaned and moaned as Optimus started thrusting steadily stretching his mesh and calipers further with each pump of his hips. Megatron circled his own hips into each thrust, heels digging in the ground matching his speed as he rocked back up into them. Plating clanging loudly together.
Lubricant was flowing freely now, splattering between their joint hips.
Megatron felt the skim of warm lips across his cheek, and his optics. He hadn’t even realized he had shuttered them. He kept them closed as he brought his arms up, wrapping them around Optimus and gripping tight, absentmindedly tracing the seams in his back as Optimus pounded away.
He could feel his charge quickly reaching its peak.
It was all happening so fast.
“Optimus
please
!” Megatron
didn’t
wail, hoping the pleasantry would spur him on.
Optimus quickened his pace. Hands grabbing at Megatron’s thighs, he steadied himself. Thrusts getting shorter and deeper, Megatron howled as he began to overload, sparks jumping off his plating, valve gripping tightly at the thrusting spike until Optimus tensed up, letting out a sob digging his face deep into Megatron’s neck.
The pinging of the too hot metal was loud in both their audials.
Megatron groaned as Optimus pulled out, a trickle of his release mixed with Megatron’s fluids coming along with his spike. Optimus plopped right on top of him, but then slowly slid to the side landing gently on the floor. He snuggled as close as could into Megatron’s side, the silver mech lifting his arm letting the other get more comfortable.
They took the time to lay there in the moment and just breathed.
Eventually he heard Optimus close his panel, Megatron following along grimacing at the cooling mess they made. Optimus sighed happily next to him.
“Don’t you dare fall into recharge.” Megatron grumbled.
“Mmm?” Optimus hummed, “Can’t. Won’t.” Because of course Optimus would be one to cuddle and drift off immediately after.
As much as Megatron wanted to also lay there on the cold padding for the rest of the evening they did have a meeting to get back to and a war to win. But. They could space another few seconds gathering themselves.
“You know it has the biggest library in all of Cybertron,” Said Optimus, breaking the silence they fell into.
“What?” Megatron shifted his gaze down to Optimus who was looking back with wide blue optics.
He continued, “With datafiles predating the Golden Age. Think of all the poetry we haven’t read yet!” Optimus waggled his brow plating, “Think of the
original copies.
Single copies no one else on Cybertron has.”
Megatron rolled his optics, trying to shove Optimus away as the limpet clung and snickered into his chest plating.
~*~
After a hasty wipe down with a rag and tiniest amount of solvent Optimus had in his subspace, they were off to the command meeting they were definitely
not
running late to.
As they walked through the door Megatron noted everyone was already present and seated. It didn’t take a smart mech to realize what their leader and his SIC had gotten up to, and the room was filled with his brightest mechs. If you couldn’t tell by Optimus’ dopey grin and bright field that screamed, I JUST GOT LAID, you could definitely tell from the paint transfers in their crotch regions that they couldn’t quite scrub out with just a rag.
At the sight of the pair of them Cyclonus looked to the ceiling in barely concealed agony. Shockwave's optic brightened significantly, squinting hard at Megatron’s array panel. And the rest of the table looked extremely interested in their datapads.
Megatron chose to ignore the two in the back trading shanix. He would let someone deal with them later.
Optimus took his seat, the closest to Megatron who sat at the head of the table as Megatron stood next to his own chair. All optics were on him this time staring attentively as they waited for him to start the meeting back up again.
Megatron looked at his datapad; at their battle plans thus far and reconsidered.
“Cyclonus I want that squad deployed and with the Allspark the second this meeting is done. And I want the battalion to go down with me, we’ve got a city to capture.”
He also chose to ignore the smug smile Optimus was sending his way, he would personally deal with that one later.