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«Hold up, I'm almost there».
«Wait, you're hurting me!».
«Sorry... How about now?».
«Mh, yeah... Yes, much better».
The mines were rather silent at that time of night - a rare moment of peace on their hectic days.
The thunderous noises of explosions and machinery, the guards yelling, the buzzing hum of lights - in the long run it could be maddening.
In fact, it wasn't uncommon for miners to sneak out to seclude themselves and release some tension without their comrades and sentries knowing about it.
Not that anyone cared, but those few moments of privacy were too precious to be thrown away with such carelessness.
«Great» Orion Pax's voice rang out between the walls of the abandoned wagon despite the faint timbre. It didn't matter, though - no one could hear them, far away as they were.
They'd discovered that place together, a train derailed in the depths of the caves, which no one seemed to know about.
It was their special place.
«Are you going to move, or...?».
«I've been too reckless earlier, I don't want to make any more mistakes».
«Recklessness has never been a problem for you, am I wrong?».
«Now it's different!».
The D-16's golden eyes opened wide as he spoke «what's different?».
«Isn't that obvious?» Orion smiled at him, showing off a sincere expression «I don't want to hurt you» he entwined their fingers, holding D-16's hands.
And maybe D-16 should've felt vulnerable - with his legs open and his arms restrained next to his head. Instead, he was experiencing for the first time sone tranquility and a sense of belonging that until then he had thought was unattainable «you're so sappy» he muttered, looking down.
Orion was still inside him, motionless.
D-16 took a deep breath, trying to put aside the contemptuous attitude and instead focus on the union between their bodies.
It was his first time. The first time for the both of them, actually.
«Is everything okay?» he loved Orion's concerned eyes - that deep blue was lovely.
«I'm a little nervous, that's all» D-16 admitted, a little embarrassed.
«Hey, I'm nervous too» Orion pressed his lips on D-16's in a small, brief kiss, but no less heartfelt «do you trust me?».
«Of course I do» he nodded, his voice unhesitating.
His response was more than enough, Orion didn't need anything else.
***
«Optimus? Optimus!».
The Autobot leader opened his eyes, suddenly awakening from his slumber. Before getting up and drewing his weapons, however, he looked around carefully and breathed a sigh of relief when he recognized Elita's familiar face - standing, only a few meters away.
«Elita, it's you».
«Something's wrong» it wasn't a question.
«Forgive me, I just... Fell asleep» he admitted bitterly.
The continuous patrols in the suburbs of Iacon and the management of resources were putting a strain on his body and mind, but it was his duty to take care of it. The safety and wellbeing of his people depended on him.
«Optimus, with all due respect, but I think you should take a break. You're faltering, and it's not okay» Elita was right, as always.
«I can't, not now, there's one thing I have to deal with personally« he said, bowing his head.
Optimus joined his second-in-command and placed a hand on her shoulder «speaking of which... I need a favor».
«Of course, anything» the city lights lit up her face through the window panes, as her determined gaze filled Optimus with pride.
«My presence is required outside the city» he explained «but the district to the north needs its rations».
«Don't say another word, my and Prowl's team will take care of the delivery».
«Thank you, I owe you a favor».
Elita smiled «you're my leader, Optimus. You don't owe me any favors» these were her last words before leaving him alone.
He had nothing to fear, he blindly trusted them and was certain that they would be able to manage his brief absence.
He decided to leave immediately, taking advantage of that quiet time to surpass the the city bounds and enter the boundless lands. There was silence, if not because of the sound of wheels on the ground and the whistling of the wind. On the horizon stood a crumbling building, their meeting place - it was an old research centre, abandoned for who knows how long. It seemed cramped, but it hid several underground floors in which much of the materials, now unusable, was once stored.
Next to the entrance, in the shadow of the pillars, Megatron was waiting for him with an annoyed expression in his face.
«You're late, Prime».
«I had some issues to resolve».
«Like everyone else».
Optimus bit his tongue to not respond at the sharp comment.
«Come in, before anyone sees us» Megatron added, nodding his head.
Without saying anything else, the two headed downstairs - the destroyed furniture lay on the ground along with the broken glass, and the steel slab in the middle of the room was still stained with chipped paint. After all, no one would have gone from there to clean up after them.
It wasn't a problem, though. Both were accustomed to the squalor of the mines - by comparison, that old lab looked like a luxury suite.
«Lie down».
Optimus snorted a laugh "you could at least offer me a drink first" - he wanted to answer, but he held back. D-16 always rolled his eyes when he joked like that.
«Okay, okay» he performed without protest, sitting on the workbench.
He took a deep breath, trying to relax - the other times it seemed easier. What had changed? Perhaps the dream he just had was playing tricks on him.
«What are you waiting for? Open the panels» Megatron's cold and impatient gaze made Optimus deeply uncomfortable - more so than how he already was.
«I'm trying» he hissed, trying in vain to concentrate and succeed in what seemed to be an impossible task.
«I don't think so».
«Do you know what would really help?» Optimus blurted out, impatiently «if you'd stop staring at me as if you want to tear me apart».
They'd made together the decision to meet periodically - to vent their stress, and instincts mainly, by putting the disagreements aside. He didn't come there to be treated like that.
Until then, he had complied with his every request, showing willingness to play the receiving role as a partner, since Megatron refused - he said he didn't trust him - what nonsense.
When Megatron didn't want to look at him, he was ready to turn his back, and if Megatron didn't want to hear his voice for him it wasn't a problem to remain silent.
Optimus was convinced that he was doing everything he could to make it work.
«Maybe this was a mistake» he didn't really know what he was referring to, and yet the concept was pretty clear. He got up, but Megatron interrupted him.
«Optimus, wait».
He didn't know what to say. He should have apologized, probably, but he couldn't.
Optimus' blue eyes were confused, wounded - and Megatron hated them, because they made him feel weak. Orion had always been able to understand everything with a glance, to read him deeply, and Optimus was no exception.
He lowered his head and nodded: that was enough for now. He was tired of those sterile bickering, he just wanted to stop thinking, at least for a while.
«I still can't open the panels» Optimus confessed.
«Then we'll use the traditional method».
Optimus sighed when Megatron's hands found themselves wandering on his thighs. A rude caress, but not unpleasant.
A shiver shook him as soon as those fingers slipped on his hips, then on his chest, finally down again - stopping on the panel that modestly covered his valve to massage the delicate metal surface.
Optimus' legs shook.
It'd been far too long since their last meeting, and his body was no longer accustomed to receiving certain attentions.
He didn't have the time, or the desire, to devote himself or someone else. He simply was unable to do so - he preferred to wait for this, despite everything.
He had repeatedly wondered if it was the same for Megatron, but part of him, the most rational part probably, doubted it.
«Ah...!».
Just as he was beginning to get lost in his thoughts, Megatron bit him - on his throat, where the cables met the chrome surface of the armor.
Optimus opened his eyes wide in surprise, gasping. He had no idea of the reason behind that sudden gesture, but he could only moan when the teeth scratched the delicate surface of his neck.
His astonishment was justified by the fact that Megatron, some time before, refused to kiss him. Optimus had mistakenly thought that bites and kisses on the neck and face were also to be avoided.
«Mmh!».
Without Optimus being able to do anything to prevent it, his panels finally opened up, revealing what they were hiding.
Megatron was already contemplating the beautiful vision in front of him carefully, letting his gaze wander between the red trim at the base of his spike and the deep blue tinge of his valve.
The warmth emanating from his body was both familiar and foreign, a memory of the past and the people they were.
It angered him more than anything else.
Megatron made a grimace - annoyed by his own feelings - and before Optimus could open his mouth to comment about it, he silenced him, pushing him against the sheet metal.
The contact between his hot body and the cold steel produced a brief hiss «Megatron?" he murmured, his arms raised just above his head and his legs open, leaving every corner of his mighty figure on display «what are you-?» once again, he did not have time to react: their lips met in a rambling kiss, an intertwining of tongues.
Optimus really did miss it.
By closing his eyes, he could lose himself in his memories and remember what he felt when he and D-16, his D-16, flirted secretly in the shabby dark alleys of the mines.
«Aah...» he breathed anxiously into Megatron's half-closed lips, striving to look at his face, and then further down, between his legs. He'd got rid of the panel that kept his spike away from view, its size could certainly be intimidating for someone - but not for Optimus.
Despite this, he still hoped that his partner would refrain from sticking it right in - he wasn't sufficiently prepared for such an intrusion. It'd happened a few times in the past, and although he was always able to reach the climax, he couldn't say that it was a completely pleasant experience.
But perhaps because of the brief discussion they just had, Megatron seemed kinder.
When those hands reached the soft, delicate outer layer of his valve, Optimus gritted his teeth and almost shuddered, feeling the lubricant leaking between his thighs.
«Relax, I won't be able to put my fingers in at this rate» the rather prosaic tone should've bothered Optimus - who instead found himself sighing.
«Give me a moment» he answered, closing his eyes again. His spark burned nervously in his chest, causing him almost suffocating pain, but he had no intention of saying anything about it.
He still couldn't understand what was different from their last meetings. It wasn't so... Complicated, before. He was convinced that he'd accepted their current situation, but now he wasn't so sure.
«Good... You're almost there» whispered Megatron almost to himself.
Optimus let out a moan as soon as his fingers touched the wet and sensitive entrance, teasing it incessantly, until Megatron could plug a finger inside him, just one - but it already seemed like a lot.
«Ugh...».
«Hurts?»
«No».
«You sound surprised».
Yes, he may have been a little surprised, but he was even more surprised when Megatron decided to stimulate his outer node with his thumb. Then, Optimus bent his back, and a choked cry left his throat as the sudden wave of pleasure shook him violently.
«AH-!»
Megatron sneered, pleased as his valve rhythmically tightened arround the only finger fucking him.
A breathtaking sight, without a shadow of a doubt.
«Good, just like that» Megatron incited him, observing Optimus's body - weak and trembling.
It would've been so easy to break their agreement and rip the Matrix out of his chest, destroying it forever. But why would he do that? That breathtaking sight was enough for him.
«Mmh...!»
Soon he was unable to resist the temptation and slipped a second finger in, pushing them both deeper.
«Wait! Ah!»
In this way, he could easily tease all of his internal nodes - he was pretty sure that Optimus would reach the overload way before he could put his spike in.
The lubricant was staining the slab below and part of the floor, and Megatron felt a great sense of gratification. It made him feel powerful, in a way, reducing Optimus to a quivering mess.
Soon after, he decided that he would be able to insert a third, and at that point Optimus' valve became completely stuffed. He moaned and whimpered as if he weren't the powerful leader of a warring faction, but a delicate lover, a small, cute thing - his eyes were rolled up, flickering, completely lost in pleasure.
«Just look at you» Megatron's dark laugh rang out in the room «have you practiced?» every word was punctuated by a precise movement of his wrist.
«No! I...!» Optimus shook his head, shaking. He was trying in every way to hold back, knowing that it would be impossible for him to reach his overload more than once - the tiredness and stress of the last few days really took a toll on him, he didn't have the strength to fight against himself «you can, ugh - put it in».
«So many requests» Megatron removed his fingers from the warm heat, using both hands to squeeze his legs and hold them still, open «I hope you're ready then».
Optimus bit his tongue while waiting, and Megatron decided not to waste any more time - with a single thrust he pushed inside, gritting his teeth when the tender walls of his valve enveloped him.
He closed his eyes, feeling his shoulders relax - Optimus was still so tight and he was trembling under him like never before.
Whispered gasps and moans were the only audible noise - Megatron snorted, satisfied, and opened his mouth to say something, but his voice died in his throat when between one moan and another he heard a faint «D...».
It was pronounced with such genuine affection - it was enough to leave him breathless.
Megatron opened his eyes again to lay his gaze on Optimus, lost in his thoughts, with his head bent backwards and his face scrunched up in an expression of intense pleasure. For a moment, Megatron wondered if he was still perfectly conscious.
He didn't say anything, though.
Without hesitation he began to move, immediately setting a punitive pace, trying to drive away the bitterness that echoed in his tired mind.
«Ah! Ah! Ah!» Optimus whined with every thrust, evidently unaware of what had just happened.
«Orion...!» he growled, frantically pushing himself inside his gushing valve. He closed his eyes again, hoping to get lost in that illusion as well - he could clearly imagine Orion's big eyes and his arms wrapped around him.
«Mmh! Ah-annh-!».
The sound of their bodies colliding with each other filled the room, accompanied by the squeaking of the slab that had the task of supporting their bodies and the dripping of lubricant that met the floor.
«D! Oh, D! I'm going to-!».
Megatron was also quite close - almost instinctively, he leveraged with Optimus's legs, pressing them hard on his chest and reaching deeper.
«AAAH!» Optimus cried out, arching his back before overloading, feeling his head light and his chest sore.
Megatron followed soon after, dragged by the continuous, strong contractions of Optimus' valve, and his whining.
He overloaded inside, claiming Optimus as his own, panting.
The two remained silent, waiting for their tumultuous sparks to calm down, and in the stillness Optimus found D-16's name on his lips - which seemed rather strange to him, as he had not pronounced it for some time. It was at that moment that awareness struck him, fast and fierce as a punch in the face.
Should he apologize?
«Megatron...».
«Shut up» he replied, his tone was weary despite trying to hide it.
He pulled out from Optimus's comfortable body to get back on his feet.
«Wait, please-».
Once again, he was interrupted «you must be tired».
Uh?
«I'll go back to my Decepticons after you've recharged» Megatron walked away from him, taking a couple of steps back, looking at him with impassive eyes.
Optimus lowered his head, closed his panels and lay down - in fact, he was exhausted. And gloomy. Yet Megatron seemed to want to keep his word, leaning against the wall in front of him, with his arms crossed and a thoughtful expression.
Knowing that he wasn't going to leave made him feel better, even though it shouldn't have.
The inexperienced kisses that had been exchanged in their youth would remain a precious memory forever, they knew it too well. And it was a problem, a big one. For both of them.