'Twas a contest fic.
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rosieknightTitle: Mesa Meeting
Author: RosieKnight
Rating: PG-13
Words: 924
Characters/Pairing: Optimus, Megatron
Universe: G1 AU
Prompt: Secret Rendezvous
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers, so please don’t sue!
Summary: Optimus and Megatron take a break from the war to talk.
There was very about this location to differentiate it from the rest of the area. Yes, it was a mesa, but there were mesas scattered all over this desert. It was neither the tallest, or the widest, nor the shortest, or the narrowest mesa.
Really, nothing about the mesa even hinted that it was special.
And that normality suited Optimus perfectly.
Where else could the Autobot leader commit a technically treasonous activity without word of it getting back to the Council?
Fraternization with the enemy – no matter what reason – was treason to the Council. And in wartime there was only punishment for treason: death.
Optimus sighed.
It didn’t matter to the Council the rank, the age, or even the proven loyalty of the Autobot – only that he or she had been found with a Decepticon.
Optimus supposed he could understand their reasoning. Still, the Council wanted something that conflicted with his very nature: a genocidal war. They wanted the complete destruction of all Decepticons. Anything less was not victory in their eyes.
For a moment, Optimus wished that the vorns of warfare while the Ark lay dormant made the Council more open to thoughts of peace and reconciliation for the whole Cybertronian population.
Peace for all, not just the Autobots and the Neutrals.
He pushed the fleeting thought away. It was an old wish, one he’d carried ever since he became Prime and still as unlikely as the day it first crossed his processor.
A familiar pair of silver arms wrapping around his waist pulled Optimus from his ruminations.
Optimus leaned back into the embrace, a metallic sigh of contentment escaping his mouth at the touch of his lover’s chassis. “Megatron.”
“I’m always amazed that you manage to make it up here, Optimus.” Amusement and desire mixed in Megatron’s tone, as he spoke into the Autobot’s audial, “I’d have believed it too high for you, given your… ground-bound nature.”
Optimus laughed, “I’m full of surprises.”
“Oh, I’m quite aware of that,” purred Megatron, fingers dipping into seams in red and blue armor to caress sensitive wiring.
A shuddering moan of pleasure tore from Optimus, “Megatron!” That touch, those kisses on the blue helm – it would be far too easy to allow the Decepticon his way.
And it would ultimately be fatal.
“Megatron. As much as I want this, we need to talk.”
The silence from Megatron articulated the unspoken ‘Must we do this now?’ as clearly as if it had been shouted.
“I don’t want to risk forgetting in the pleasure of interfacing with you, my love,” Optimus paused, searching for the quickest and clearest way to communicate his information. “I received news from Cybertron today. The Autobot Council has passed a new anti-fraternization law.”
“Good for them. I don’t see what that has to do with us.”
“The new law doesn’t offer any loopholes when defining fraternization. It won’t matter that the Decepticon in question was an old friend, a co-creation, a Creator, or even a sparkmate to the Autobot caught associating with the enemy.”
“I see,” Megatron’s tone betrayed his frown to Optimus. A moment of silence passed between the pair, broken when Megatron uttered something that shocked Optimus to the core, “You want to break the bond between us.”
“What? No!” Utterly horrified, Optimus spun to face Megatron. “What makes you think that?!” the Autobot cried, ripping the battle mask from his own face. Optimus pulled Megatron down for a heated kiss, displaying possessiveness not usually seen from the Autobot leader. “I’m yours, Megatron,” Optimus gasped between kisses, “No matter what, never doubt that you own my spark.”
Megatron returned the hungry kisses, hands roaming over Optimus’ body. “I know how important your duty as Prime is to you, dear spark.”
“My duty as Prime is to all Cybertronians. Not just the ones the Council approves of,” Optimus moaned as black hands stroked sensitive areas, sending waves of pleasure through his frame. Any further thoughts of conversation vanished beneath their shared ecstasy.
The two mechs made love on top of the mesa for hours, savoring every moment of their temporary reunion.
Finally, exhausted but happy, Optimus and Megatron lay together on the ground.
A black hand stroking his mate’s face, Megatron murmured, “It’s ironic. You fight for freedom, but are a prisoner of the Council and their laws. I wish to ‘enslave’ and am bound to nothing but you.”
“The Prime is bound to the law, but Optimus is tied to you alone,” was the quiet reply from Optimus’ position, cuddled against Megaton’s upper chest.
A soft smile crossed the Decepticon’s face, “Get some recharge, Optimus. I’ll be here when you awaken.” Recognizing the look aimed his way, Megatron continued, “I’ll join you in a bit. I just want to memorize how you feel against me for those lonely orns aboard the Nemesis.”
Accepting Megatron’s explanation, Optimus contentedly snuggled back into position and allowed himself to be lulled into recharge by the soothing strokes of Megatron’s hands.
Megatron listened to the hum of Optimus’ recharging systems, seeking to imprint every detail of his mate into his memory.
Finally, the lack of energy won out and Megatron drifted towards recharge. Just before falling into the restful state, Megatron whispered, “I won’t let those idiots on the Council hurt you, Optimus. I’ll do whatever is necessary to prevent it. Even if I have to surrender to you and the Autobots, I’ll protect you. I swear it.” With that, Megatron submitted to the siren call of rest, with Optimus Prime safe within his arms.
End
Author: RosieKnight
Rating: PG-13
Words: 924
Characters/Pairing: Optimus, Megatron
Universe: G1 AU
Prompt: Secret Rendezvous
Disclaimer: I don’t own Transformers, so please don’t sue!
Summary: Optimus and Megatron take a break from the war to talk.
There was very about this location to differentiate it from the rest of the area. Yes, it was a mesa, but there were mesas scattered all over this desert. It was neither the tallest, or the widest, nor the shortest, or the narrowest mesa.
Really, nothing about the mesa even hinted that it was special.
And that normality suited Optimus perfectly.
Where else could the Autobot leader commit a technically treasonous activity without word of it getting back to the Council?
Fraternization with the enemy – no matter what reason – was treason to the Council. And in wartime there was only punishment for treason: death.
Optimus sighed.
It didn’t matter to the Council the rank, the age, or even the proven loyalty of the Autobot – only that he or she had been found with a Decepticon.
Optimus supposed he could understand their reasoning. Still, the Council wanted something that conflicted with his very nature: a genocidal war. They wanted the complete destruction of all Decepticons. Anything less was not victory in their eyes.
For a moment, Optimus wished that the vorns of warfare while the Ark lay dormant made the Council more open to thoughts of peace and reconciliation for the whole Cybertronian population.
Peace for all, not just the Autobots and the Neutrals.
He pushed the fleeting thought away. It was an old wish, one he’d carried ever since he became Prime and still as unlikely as the day it first crossed his processor.
A familiar pair of silver arms wrapping around his waist pulled Optimus from his ruminations.
Optimus leaned back into the embrace, a metallic sigh of contentment escaping his mouth at the touch of his lover’s chassis. “Megatron.”
“I’m always amazed that you manage to make it up here, Optimus.” Amusement and desire mixed in Megatron’s tone, as he spoke into the Autobot’s audial, “I’d have believed it too high for you, given your… ground-bound nature.”
Optimus laughed, “I’m full of surprises.”
“Oh, I’m quite aware of that,” purred Megatron, fingers dipping into seams in red and blue armor to caress sensitive wiring.
A shuddering moan of pleasure tore from Optimus, “Megatron!” That touch, those kisses on the blue helm – it would be far too easy to allow the Decepticon his way.
And it would ultimately be fatal.
“Megatron. As much as I want this, we need to talk.”
The silence from Megatron articulated the unspoken ‘Must we do this now?’ as clearly as if it had been shouted.
“I don’t want to risk forgetting in the pleasure of interfacing with you, my love,” Optimus paused, searching for the quickest and clearest way to communicate his information. “I received news from Cybertron today. The Autobot Council has passed a new anti-fraternization law.”
“Good for them. I don’t see what that has to do with us.”
“The new law doesn’t offer any loopholes when defining fraternization. It won’t matter that the Decepticon in question was an old friend, a co-creation, a Creator, or even a sparkmate to the Autobot caught associating with the enemy.”
“I see,” Megatron’s tone betrayed his frown to Optimus. A moment of silence passed between the pair, broken when Megatron uttered something that shocked Optimus to the core, “You want to break the bond between us.”
“What? No!” Utterly horrified, Optimus spun to face Megatron. “What makes you think that?!” the Autobot cried, ripping the battle mask from his own face. Optimus pulled Megatron down for a heated kiss, displaying possessiveness not usually seen from the Autobot leader. “I’m yours, Megatron,” Optimus gasped between kisses, “No matter what, never doubt that you own my spark.”
Megatron returned the hungry kisses, hands roaming over Optimus’ body. “I know how important your duty as Prime is to you, dear spark.”
“My duty as Prime is to all Cybertronians. Not just the ones the Council approves of,” Optimus moaned as black hands stroked sensitive areas, sending waves of pleasure through his frame. Any further thoughts of conversation vanished beneath their shared ecstasy.
The two mechs made love on top of the mesa for hours, savoring every moment of their temporary reunion.
Finally, exhausted but happy, Optimus and Megatron lay together on the ground.
A black hand stroking his mate’s face, Megatron murmured, “It’s ironic. You fight for freedom, but are a prisoner of the Council and their laws. I wish to ‘enslave’ and am bound to nothing but you.”
“The Prime is bound to the law, but Optimus is tied to you alone,” was the quiet reply from Optimus’ position, cuddled against Megaton’s upper chest.
A soft smile crossed the Decepticon’s face, “Get some recharge, Optimus. I’ll be here when you awaken.” Recognizing the look aimed his way, Megatron continued, “I’ll join you in a bit. I just want to memorize how you feel against me for those lonely orns aboard the Nemesis.”
Accepting Megatron’s explanation, Optimus contentedly snuggled back into position and allowed himself to be lulled into recharge by the soothing strokes of Megatron’s hands.
Megatron listened to the hum of Optimus’ recharging systems, seeking to imprint every detail of his mate into his memory.
Finally, the lack of energy won out and Megatron drifted towards recharge. Just before falling into the restful state, Megatron whispered, “I won’t let those idiots on the Council hurt you, Optimus. I’ll do whatever is necessary to prevent it. Even if I have to surrender to you and the Autobots, I’ll protect you. I swear it.” With that, Megatron submitted to the siren call of rest, with Optimus Prime safe within his arms.
End
