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This was nice. It had seemed like his life would never be this quiet again. The silver mech was glad he followed Optimus out for this “valentines date”. Megatron was unsure of it at first, but upon arriving at a secluded stream in the forest and simply lying in the slightly wet grass with the bot who stole all his spark in his arms had changed his mind.
Megatron would admit, when he first arrived on this planet he was not fond of the life that seemed to grow from every crevice it could wiggle through. But seeing the way Optimus found beauty in it, he attempted to do so as well. And with the gentle breeze moving through the leaves, the bird choir chirping and whistling their songs, the sound of water rolling over stones, and the soothing hum of his love's spark became a lullaby to the recharging cybertronian.
However he was awoken when he felt Optimus shift.
“Sorry to wake you,” he mumbled as he threw a rock out from under him. “I think it left a dent.”
Megatron chuckled softly and pulled him in for a gentle kiss. “It's fine.”
It was more than fine. It had seemed as though he would never again know such peaceful times that a moment of fixable uncomfortability would be the only problem he'd face. He yearned to bring this peace to his fellow ‘cons, but that reality seemed far if it even existed. So for now, he had to be content with the fact that at least this peace existed in his life and that it was all made possible by the one who had given him a second chance both in changing and in fixing past mistakes.
He was pulled from his thoughts when he realized Optimus was gently kissing the seam on his chassis. He knew he could feel the warmth and vibrations from his spark.
“Do you?...” Megatron started, finding himself unable to finish the question.
“Only if you want to,” Optimus replied, staring up at him with so much love in his optics.
Megatron nodded. “Only with you.”
He waited for Optimus to move into a better position before ex-venting and opening his chassis, exposing his spark chamber to him. Optimus stared at it with an awed gaze before opening his own chassis and pulling Megatron closer, allowing the two to merge. The older mech believed that he felt his dermas against his but he really couldn't tell. He was one with him. Frame, processor, and spark. There was no separation from himself and his love. And it was bliss.
All his worries and guilt became Optimus's and vice versa. But so did his love and admiration for him, his peace and happiness, his pain and sorrow, his calm and anger. They shared the load of it all.
If he had the choice, he'd stay like this till his spark stopped. He'd stay like this till the end of time. Enjoying and feeling it all.
But eventually, Optimus pulled away and closed his chassis. Megatron, embarrassingly, whines a little and closes his own chassis. But then he realized the horizon gained an orange hue.
“How long?” He managed to get out.
“I have no idea. But I enjoyed every moment of it. Especially because it was with you.”