Optimus Prime x Megatron (Fan-fiction) #2

Chapter 1: "The Talk"

+_~>( Previously on Megatron x Optimus Prime )<~_+

Optimus: "Megatron I-I think I'm used to you know. M-Maybe we can move on..?"

Optimus: "Welcome to Team Prime, Megatron."

Megatron: "You didn't have to accept me to your Team."

Optimus: "Megatron you do! Your family is here. Your place is here with me."

+_~>( And Now )<~_+

(Optimus's POV)

I laid beside Megatron, starring into the darkness. I couldn't sleep, couldn't shut my optics. I felt servo's grab onto my frame. I looked up at Megatron as he bared his teeth and huffed. "He must be dreaming." I thought. I rubbed his arm and looked back out the window. I could feel me sinking into the berth. When I looked up Megatron had turned his back. I smiled and rolled over and laid my helm on his arm. "You ok?" I asked. He grunted and opened an optic. "Yea I'm fine. What about you?" I put my arm around him and held his servo. "I just can't stop thinking about the future." I scratched my neck as Megs sighed. "Optimus, I know you want a future but you're structure doesn't add to me." I let go of him and rolled to look out the window. "How do you know I'm not compatible?" Megatron sighed and sat up, taking my blanket form me.

"Optimus I'm going to go and scout. Give your team a break." I didn't bother looking back, I just rubbed the palm of my servo and answered calmly, "Ok.." Megatron leaned down and kissed my forehelm and walked out of the room. I rolled onto my back and looked at the ceiling. I threw the blanket off and got up. Maybe Ratchet can help me. He'd know about interfacing won't he? I arrived at the medic's door and knocked. I could hear him cursing and getting up. When he opened the door I could tell he was sleeping rough. "What do you need Optimus at 3 in the fragging morning?" I didn't respond right away as I normally would've. "May I come inside?" I could see a look in the surgeons optics. "Sure?"

He closed his door and I leaned on his desk. "So what do you need?" He asked rubbing his optics. I set my servo's on my thighs and sighed. "Look Ratchet, I need your help with something." The medic sat on his berth across from the desk. "What is it?" I looked up at him and shut my optics. "I want to interface with Megatron but he said my frame isn't compatible with his. What does that mean?" I opened my optics and looked at Ratchet's face. He looked disgusted and confused. "Optimus, I can't help you there. I don't think you need to be interfacing with a mech with, well, that much contraction." I looked at him not understanding a word he said. He sat up and walked to his shelf full of Cybertronian books. "I do however have an interface book. It suppose to help those find their comfortable side."

I was somewhat confused on why he had a book to interface. I stood up as he handed it to me. "One more thing." I said, as he turned slowly getting back in bed. I bit my lip and crossed my legs. "Does interfacing hurt?" The medic looked at me scared to answer. "Um, if it's your first time? Yes." I started to second guess on my actions but I wanted it badly. I walked out of Ratchet's room to make sure he'd get some rest. Smokescreen and Arcee were sitting in the control room. "Anything?" I asked. Smokescreen looked up from the datapad and shook his head. Arcee shook her head and searched. I walked back to the berthroom as I could hear Megatron's pedesteps coming into base.

(Megatron's POV)

I walked into the base and Arcee and Smokescreen backed away. I glanced down at Arcee and smirked. She hates my guts, we'll never get along. I opened the door to Opitmus's quarters and saw nothing. I walked over to the berth and crawled up to get some recharge. There was a slight bend in the berth and I looked up to see blue optics. "Optimus?" The Prime smiled and purred rubbing his cheek against mine. "Are you alright?" Optimus smiled and played with my sensitive cable. "The better question is are you alright?" My optics were wide when I felt Optimus's servo rest on my interface panel. "Optimus..?" The Prime leaned down beside my auto receptor.

"It's alright Megs, this won't hurt at least not what's to come of this." I know exactly what's going on. "Optimus if we're going to mate like true sparkmates I have to be the top." Optimus smiled and laughed separating my legs. "I wanna change it up a little." Optimus purred. My plate opened and he slid a digit in. "OPTIMUS!!!" I yelled. I bucked my hips which was a bad idea. I moaned as I pushed Optimus's digit further in. The Prime smiled and leaned closer to hear my wincing. I managed to ungrip the berth and pushed Prime back. Optimus looked upset but he wasn't in trouble. "Optimus you can't just attack someone like that." His optics teared up, "I'm sorry!" He laid his helm on my shoulder and nudged into my warm neck.

I rubbed his back and shushed him. "It's ok calm." There was a memory that ran through my files and I blacked out.

>~Memory~<

"Megatronus!!" The silver gladiator turned around to see the young archivist. "Yes Orion?" The little mech ran into Megatronus and wrapped his little arms around his big chassis. "I don't want you to go!" Megatronus slowly set his servo on his shoulder and rubbed his helm. "I know Orion but I have to go to this match." The young mech started crying. Megatronus knelt down and whipped Orion's tears away. "Look this is my last fight. I'm free for 7 weeks. We can do whatever you want." Orion's optics brightened up. "Anything?" Megatronus smiled and kissed Orion's helm. "Be good." Orion laughed as the gladiator walked to the door. "I will!" The door shut and Megatron could see again.

>~Present~<

(Optimus's POV)

"Megatron are you ok?" I asked as the silver warlord sat up. "Yea just had a memory." I sat beside him as he stroked my helm. "What was it?" I pulled my pedes close to me and cuddled beside Megatron. He didn't answer me, must be something from the past. Megatron closed his interface plate and laid down. He put his servo's behind his helm and looked at the ceiling. "Um, Megatron?" I asked slowly looking down at him. He glanced at me and huffed. "When c-can we interface?" The silver mech looked at the ceiling and shook his helm. "Optimus I don't think I'm ready to be a Sire." I over looked this whole thing and thought I ruined his life. "Do, do you hate me for asking?" My optics started to tear up again. 'Why am I so fragging emotional?' I thought. Megatron sat up and cupped my cheek.