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7

Fluff part.

Autobots, while they agree human is one of the weirdest species they have encounter and befriend with, are also agree that humans are also enjoyable company. Including Ratchet, who was not even interested about this ape-like being that somehow found its way to civilization, cannot deny the fact that he, too, become fond of them, even towards the loudest, the most annoying one (read: Miko Nakadai). Arcee too, despite her being weirded out by Earth shit for 24/7, has found herself liking, caring, for her human charge, Jack Darby.

But Optimus?

Even Bumblebee, the youngest of the group, has realized that their leader is ... attached, too attached, to humans. Especially, his human charge.

He cannot deny it, that Optimus. Optimus has always been fascinated by humans. Small, tiny sentient organic beings that is almost similar to Cybertronians. Primitive race, yet slowly are advancing to higher level of intellectual. While some of them has vile nature, he has seen humans with better morals than many Cybertronian he knows. Their quirks and behaviors are quite amusing too, especially the young ones with higher thirst of curiosity.

But this one, this young-adult femme of Homo sapiens species, is the only humans that could play with a Prime's processor for the last months. Playing, messing, intruding it—all in the most pleasuring ways. Teaser; that little organic femme.

She's looked even more cute in this position. She always been so bright and confident—always talking and walking with her nose high to the sky. Even to him, a being that 10 times taller than most people of her kind, she never lowers herself. Now that he has her here, in his berthroom, between his servos, covered by nothing but a little piece of undergarment on her lower abdomen area... Optimus would like to know how (Y/N) (L/N) would play with him this time.

Her eyes, adorable orbs of (E/C), are widening in surprise towards his previous harsh statement. At the same time, her pheromones spiked up, as if she was aroused by his rougher side. Optimus was studying this new reaction when a pair of hair line above her eyes arched into 'V' position.

"Why should it?" she retorted. Her arms that were means to cover her breast now are crossing tightly before her chest. "You know about my feeling. You accept it, at the same time, you reject it. But you never say anything to determine which one is it, so what's makes you as the worthy one?"

He kneeled down. It's far softer and quitter than Megatron's striking palm, but not less intimidating, and his optics now are in the same line as your eyes. Optimus has a stare that could penetrate a rock. "Do you know about our bonds? About how it works, the risk it could cause to us, Cybertronians?"

Optimus sounded mad, and the question is rather rhetorical. You chose to stay silent.

"Different from human's marriage, Cybertronians bonds for live. We cannot just break the bond and move on or bonds with another—the weaker ones would malfunction if their bonds break, fell into despair and insanity. The most desperate ones would even offline themselves in order to—"

"Like you and Megatron?"

Optimus' mouth plate immediately flattened into tight line. His optics widens in surprise, then lowers in sadness. "Is that why you pushed me away? Because you afraid I'll betray you like Megatron did?" you urged softly. It hurts him, you can tell, but love that weakens others is an empty love. Sometimes you have to destroy something to make it stronger.

Optimus' optics shut down as he physically felt the pain of the buried memory. Silence filled the room, just like when you asked Megatron about his. Such a couple, you thought.

"Megatron betrayed no one," Optimus answered slowly. Gone his burning frustration and jealousy, killed by past regret and flashing memories. "Orion Pax meant to defend him in front of the Councils, for he had dreamed so long to lead along with the gladiator. He came along with Megatronus to face the Councils, tried to defend him when the Council turned down his request."

His optics are re-opening, still averted away from you. Suddenly, Optimus coughed out a bitter laugh. His helmet lowered, shoulders shakes. You cannot see his expression.

"Alas, that young mech spoke the wrong words, resulting a misunderstanding that led Megatronus into believing it was Orion's plan all along to humiliate him and took the Prime tittle for Orion himself."

He looked up to you. If Cybertronian could cry, you have no doubt he would. His large hands moved to grip your shoulder gently, as if you're made of glass. "I was not afraid you will betray me or anyone," he whispered, low and hoarse; so different from the mighty leader you fell in love with, "I am afraid I would lose you."

You reached to his neck, putting his helmet on the crook of your neck, letting him burying his face. In this distance, you can hear his engine and gears ticks sadly.

"Too bad I am not Megatron or Megatronus, isn't it, Optimus?" you asked, stroking his finial, "I'm not a mighty gladiator, who could swept you off your pedes and protect you with blasters and swords and all, nor a passionate politician who could satisfied and intrigued your curiosity like Megatron used to be. Heck; I'm not even a Cybertronian," you shrugged, "Just some weird, little fleshy being who fall head over heels to you."

You couldn't help but curled out a smile upon your own statement. That's right, everything you said just now—compared to their relationship, yours and Optimus' is milder and fragile, but that doesn't mean you wouldn't give it a chance to grow stronger. You lifted Optimus face so he would looks at you, and you couldn't help but kiss that oversized puppy's forehead, "But trust me when I say this, Optimus Prime—as long as I live, even if it'd be only as long as minutes in Cybertronians term, I would not, would never leave your side, and would always be with you, in happiness and sadness, no matter what."

Optimus put his forhead on yours, servos moving to circles around your tiny frame, "If we are going to do this, it's mean you would belong to me only, as I would to you."

"Sounds like a good deal."

"No more flirting. Only with me."

"I could do that."

"Not even winks."

"Okay."

"Don't go anywhere without informing me."

"Might as well plant a tracking chip on me."

"Limit your physical contact with everyone else."

And the list goes on. You just agreeing and nodding to his demands without interrupting, stroking one special spot you accidentally found when you tried to calm him down. He emits a chain of strangely cute noises every time you brushed that spot. Though you realized his demands are getting more and more ridiculous, you don't mind. Because, for the first time since you met him, Optimus is happy.

Note: Smut part is under construction :)