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Waking up to the sound of life on the Lost Light, Rodimus struggles to get out of bed, not wanting to do captaining things as he puts it. Although, one thing that he hates more than work, is being yelled at for not doing work. Thus, making him have more work. This realization makes him shoot up, ready for the day.

Stupid Ultra Magnus and his stupid time slots!

While walking to the command center, he thinks of everything that could sour his mood more than not being able to sleep in. Knowing his crew, he’s already dreading the stuff he’s gonna have to put up with. Even though he participates in a lot of the stuff.

Breaching the opening doors of the center, he is met with the sight of Whirl antagonizing Cyclonus with Tailgate beside him, Ratchet and Drift looking longingly at each other (get a room), Swerve sitting in a chair on his holopad with Ultra Magnus marching straight for him, probably readying up to lecture him. Normal day so far.

Rodimus went up the stairs to the Captain’s deck where he’s met with the one and only, ex Decepticon leader now one of his best companions, Megaton. At least, he thinks they’re friends. Not like there are any signs that they aren’t, but lately, Meg has been seeming distant from him. Maybe today he can make all the wierdyness go away!

Walking towards the taller mech, Rodimus starts up a conversation.

“Hey, Meg! Nice to see you’re up and early!” Said the warm colored bot.

“It’s the afternoon, Rodimus.” Megatron corrects.

“Same diff. It’s not like EVERYONE has been on time before.” Rodimus argues.

“No Rodimus. Not ‘Same diff’. I believe your shift started at early morning today, if I’m not mistaken.” Ultra Magnus bellows from behind him, climbing the stairs to the deck.

“So what? I’ll get my work done. Then I’ll be able to hangout and do whatever for the rest of the day.”

Rodimus sees Magnus look past him to what he’s assuming is an equally unenthusiastic Megatron.

“Well, if you were here on time, Rodimus then you’d already be doing whatever. Assuming you get your work done, that is.” Megatron states with an all too smug look in his eye.

“OUHHHHH” Whirl said from below. Wise aft.

“Yeah yeah, whatever.” Rodimus muttered.

The cycle went on with surprisingly no problems. Sure someone would talk too loud now and then, but other than that, it was peaceful. That also meant Rodimus got a surprising amount of work done. Not all of it though. He needed a break before getting anything else done or else he was gonna explode.

Reaching into his subspace, he went to grab his… holopad… he went to grab… WHERE THE FRAG IS MY HOLOPAD?!

Rodimus frantically looked around where he was sitting, thinking he took it out already and forgot about it. Nope! Still not here.

Watching as everyone else went on theirs for their breaks, feeling a tinge of jealousy that he wouldn’t be able to do the same, he did the next best thing.

He would ask for someone else’s.

Now, there was a very limited amount of options to chose from. Ratchet was an automatic no. The last time he asked he got scolded because he needed it for diagnostics and patient confidentiality. Same with Magnus, except he got lectured for forgetting his. Something about having responsibility.

Drift probably would’ve let him use his for a little, with the acceptation of standing over his shoulder the whole time. Cyclonus also would’ve agreed, but tailgate usually uses his, so no.

Absolutely not for Whirl.

And Swerve had left the bridge a while ago do to finishing his shift.

That left Rodimus with one other bot. Megatron. Rodimus has never asked to borrow his because, frankly, he thought that he didn’t have one. That was until he saw him reading some old scriptures that were perfect for entertaining him. Rodimus could not understand how he could look at one constant thing for that long.

After knowing that fact, Rodimus just assumed that Megatron only used his holopad to read a bunch of stories. Obviously making Rodimus label it as a biohazard. But, he was desperate.

He approached the bigger mech in hopes that he would be kind enough to lend it to him. This is the most work he’s done in deca-cycles. Of course he will.

“Hey Meg? So I kind of forgot my holopad in my room, and was wondering if I could use yours?” Rodimus heard Magnus scoff.

“Depends… Did you do any work?“ Megatron interrogated.

“Yes, actually. I did.” Rodimus said with a proud tone. Pointing to where he was working, Megatron let out a surprised huff of a laugh.

“We’ll since this is a first for you…”

Sarcastic aft

“I suppose you can use it. But DONT lose it. OR BREAK IT! Actually, let me just tell you what not to do.”

After saying that, Megatron began to list things that could and could not be done.

#1: No closing of any tabs. You can open some, but don’t close any in case of further use

#2: You can download games that ARENT inappropriate

#3: If you’re gonna go on a separate app, use your own login

#4: You can take pictures, just make sure to send them to yourself so that you don’t ask later

and #5…

“If you so much as LOOK AT my messages, I will personally see to it that you get double time on your shifts for the rest of your life. Ok?”

“Mmmhm!” Rodimus hummed happily, already reaching out for the device.

He did not listen to a single thing he just said. But, what can you do.

Time passed as Rodimus tapped away on the pad. His disdain for continuing his work was slowly being overcome. Very slowly. In his time while being on the pad, Rodimus watched three videos, downloaded two different POV games, logged into his NikNok account, and took at least twenty 0.5 pictures of himself (and Drift).

Boredom eating away at him, a notification appeared at the top of the pad’s screen. Digit hovering over it, he tried to remember the rules Meg had set in place for him. With nothing of importance coming to mind, he clicked on it.

It led him to Megatron’s contact app, with the message being sent from Rung.

:Hello, Megatron! Im messaging you to ask when you want our next meeting to be? And also to ask if what I recommended for you to feel better is working? ☺️🌸 :

Aw scrap! It’s therapy stuff. He should probably close out of the thread…

Nah

Already typing back, Rodimus thought of what to say to sound more Megatron. He’s written enough fake texts for Drift towards his crazy exes to know exactly how to act like a person.

:Hello, Rung. Thankyou for asking. Though I do not know the next time I will be free for another meeting, I will keep it in mind. Although I do have a question. It seemed to have slipped my mind what you have recommended for me to try. Would it be any trouble for you to remind me?:

Nailed it!

Watching as the text bubble appeared, he sat and wondered what Rung would say. What is Meg even feeling bad about? I hope it’s nothing too bad.

With that, Rung sent another text.

:No problem at all! In our last therapy session, you talked about how you didn’t like the way you appeared. I recommended that you do something that would help with your perception of yourself, and then come back to me to say whether it worked or not. You mentioned something about pictures, though that was all I remember. Was this helpful? 😊🌸🌼 :

Megatron? Appearance? Bad?!

Rodimus thought it was absurd. THE Megatron. Thought himself ugly? This can’t be right. He’s anything BUT ugly!

Rodimus thought back to a time during the war when he first laid eyes on him. Ruthless. Cruel. Violent. Stunning. Ashamed, Rodimus never voiced his thoughts to any other Autobot.

After the war, being told that Megatron would be joining them, he felt panicked because of his previous image of the warlord. Then upon seeing him, he thought differently. Met with pretty ruby eyes, and a devishly handsome face, all he could think of was new descriptions. Calm. Smart. Charismatic. Beautiful. Though he’ll never tell him this, they’re nice thoughts.

If Megatron was ugly, he was Ultra Magnus.

Going back to the text thread, he responded back, noticing he had wasted enough time.

:Ah yes. Thankyou. I must have been distracted when we discussed this. Thankyou again, and I’ll try to see what time works best.:

With that, Rodimus closed the app, thinking on the words Rung had said. He said something about pictures helping Megatron get over his bizarre insecurities. So to his photos he went.

Scrolling for what felt like forever (5 minutes) he made it to the end of his camera roll with absolutely nothing to show for it. Everything in his album was either a screenshot of important documents, pictures of star constellations, a picture of Ravage! (Which he will definitely be sending to himself), or a picture that he took while having his holopad.

None of this made sense. Unless Megatron truly had forgotten about what he and Rung spoke about. Then a sudden thought clicked into his head.

His hiddens!

Of course! That’s where everyone puts things that are private.

Moving to where his hiddens were, he typed in the password that Megatron used for everything that he uses, the album opening without complaint. Scrolling, he saw pictures of Iacon, of Optimus and Megatron when they were younger, of the decepticons, even pictures of when he first joined the lost light!

Before getting too sentimental, Rodimus happened upon a picture that made his eyes widen. It was a picture of Megatron standing in front of a mirror, smiling softly. Checking the date, he saw that it lined up with Rung’s past meeting. Scrolling further, he saw more and more pictures of that lovely smile, each with a new location everyday.

Already satisfied with these results, he went further in hopes of seeing those kind eyes directed at him again. That’s when he stumbled on a picture that made heat start to build.

It was a picture of Megatron in front of a different mirror posed across from his bed. In the picture, he saw Megatron laying on his side with his legs crossing, accentuating the prominent curve of his hip. His eyes were dim and fixated on the phone’s camera.

Scrolling again, this next picture was of him on his knees on the bed. Still making eye contact with the camera through the mirror. Rodimus suddenly felt his faceplate warm up, undoubtedly blushing. Primus, he’s gorgeous.

Scrolling one last time, the picture his eyes fell on made his jaw drop. In this picture was Megatron on the berth, spreading his legs open with joints bent, pedes planted in the surface. On his face, Megatrons optics were dimmed significantly, glowing as just an ember of an alluring warmth of a certain fire, and were casted downward with a small smirk. Following his stare, he saw at the center of the photo, Megatron’s drop-dead-gorgeous valve. Dark silvery grey contrasting with the glowing red node, lips dripping onto the covers.

Panels feeling tighter and red hot, Rodimus stared further at the picture. As if locked in a trance, he didn’t feel the overwhelming dread of the presence behind him.

“WHAT THE FRAG ARE YOU DOING?!” A booming voice yelled out, silencing all noise on the bridge.

Whipping around, Rodimus is met with a shaking frame, a blushed silver face plate, and red, rage filled optics.

Scrap.

“Meg! Oh I- uh… I can- uh.. explain?” Rodimus stuttered over words, optics flicking between the award worthy photo and the real thing in a panic. All of the rules Megatron had set flooding back into his processor.

“SAVE IT!” Megatron yelled. Snatching the holopad out of Rodimus’s grasp and storming out of the room, not once looking back.

In his seat, shell-shocked of what just took place, Rodimus shot up, looking around at all the startled faces searching his direction.

“Rodimus, what did you do?” Magnus asked sternly.

“I…. I- uh…”

I fucked up.

Rushing towards the doors of the center receiving many concerned and curious looks, Rodimus was stopped short in his tracks.

“Rodimus, can you tell us what happened?” Drift’s soft voice came through his audials.

“No Drift. Not right now. I have to go apologize to Meg. I messed up real bad this time.”

“No Roddy. Not now. If it’s true what you’re saying, then I suggest that you wait for a little while. I’ve never seen him this reactive before. And I used to work for the guy.”

Reflecting on the fact that Drift did use to be a high standing Decepticon, what he said hit hard.

“I’ve also never seen him cry before. Whatever you did must’ve been bad.” Drift added.

“Wait… what?” Rodimus squeaked.

“Yeah. Just as he was walking out and away from you, I could’ve sworn I saw a little bit of coolant going down his face. I’ve seen this guy tank, well, a tank before. And it never got that out of him.”

Cry? Megatron was crying?! Because of him? Oh no…

“Drift! I have to go say I’m sorry!” Rodimus exclaimed.

“No, I agree with Drift. Whatever you did, I think you should wait before you go and talk to him.” Ratchet said.

“Ok…” Rodimus said sorrowfully.

He has to apologize and he has to do it right.

The next time he gets a chance, he’ll through the best apology party, with apology gifts, and apology high grade. The whole shabang!

Let’s just hope Megatron ever decides to speak to him again.

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Rolling around the berth, Rodimus slots himself between Megatron’s legs. Using the leverage he has, he leans in to deeply kiss those pristine dermas. Megatron bucks up to rut their panels together. Breaking the kiss, Rodimus looks down to see hi gorgeous face.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Megatron asks.

“I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” Rodimus responds.

Popping open his panels, Megatron goads Rodimus to pay attention to him. Rodimus slides down his frame, leaving kisses in his wake, before settling between defined thighs. Leaning his head forward, his glossa reaches for the silver mech’s valve, circling the red hit node.

“So fraggin pretty.“

Megatron whimpers above him.

“Rodimus… Rodimus… RODIMUS!”

“Rodimus? RODIMUS!” Drift calls out.

Rodimus jolts from recharge with coolant running down his frame, he looks around to find where the noise is coming from. That’s when he realizes it’s his and Drift’s comm link going off. Rising from his berth, he answers the comm.

“What do you want Drift?” Rodimus whines.

“Dude. Check the time! Your shifts about to start! And I’m guessing if you want to apologize to Megatron for whatever it is that happened, then I suggest you get here ON TIME!” Drift exclaims into the comm link.

Rodimus slowly starts to remember the previous cycle’s events. Asking for Meg’s holopad, fooling around, accidentally looking at his nudes, and so on and so forth. That also explains the dream he had.

Rushing to the door of his habsuit, he makes sure he at least looks presentable before he speeds his way to the bridge. Probably breaking a lot a couple of rules to get there on time, he promptly takes his seat in the captain’s chair.

Already thinking of a million ways he could apologize to Megatron, or even /bring up/ the topic, he notices that the certain silver mech that’s been invading his processor space wasn’t there.

Huh? Meg isn’t here yet. I’ll ask around if anyone has seen him.

Before he could take a step away from the captain’s chair, he is swiftly pushed back down to it, and crowded by his crew members. All of which are generally asking the same question.

“What did your dumbaft do?”

It was a very broad statement. What hadn’t he done? During his time on the Lost Light, hes gotten himself into pretty sticky situations. But he knew exactly what they were asking about.

But he couldn’t tell them the truth and say, ‘Oh yeah, I saw his nudes, which probably made him super duper insecure about himself. Which explains the crying and stuff. No biggie! I’ll handle it.’ Because OF COURSE not! So he did the next best thing.

Deflected.

“I don’t know what you guys are talking about. Me and Meg are fine!” Rodimus preaches.

“Yeah right. I’ve seen every single stunt you’ve ever pulled, and it never made him even remotely close to crying.” Cyclonus said, with Tailgate nodding beside him.

“Did you finally tell him about that time when we put dye in the ships shower water supply? Because that was bad.” Whirl jokes.

“No, guys. It’s… it’s nothing, ok? I can and will handle it. I just need to find out where he is.” Rodimus says.

“Good luck with that. Last I heard, he took the whole day off. Something about ‘needing to talk to someone.’ Either way, I don’t think he’s gonna want to talk to you.” Swerve states.

Talk to someone? Rung! Oh no, not the nerd! He’s gonna find out I was pretending to be him! Or worse. Meg is gonna actually talk about his feelings, and then I’m gonna feel even more bad!

Jumping out of the chair, he races down to the deck, not even caring about Magnus calling out to him. If he wanted to properly apologize to Megatron, he’d have to tell him now while no one else was around.

Transforming into his alt mode, he speeds down the corridor in search for Rung’s office. After making it there, instead of just bursting in, he puts his audial up to the door. After hearing nothing, he kicks it down. There the his office, was Rung sitting politely at his desk.

“Rodimus. To what do I owe the pleasure?” Rung asks.

“Did Meg come to you yet?” Rodimus scrambles.

“I cannot confirm nor deny the whereabouts of my patients.” Rung concludes.

“Rung pleaseeeee! I messed up, like, really bad! Could you at least tell me if you guys talked?”

Staying silent for a klick, then letting out a defeated sigh, Rung starts. “Yes. Megatron and I have talked in the past cycle. Though I do not think it is wise for you to go and see him yet.”

“So he DID tell you about what happened!” Rodimus shouts, pointing an accusatory finger at Rung.

“Like I said, I cannot confirm nor deny. But, I can tell you that he wishes to not be bothered for the rest of the day.” Rung states.

“You know I’m not gonna listen to that.” Rodimus says.

“Then, can I at least ask what you plan to tell him when you do inevitably talk to him?”

What does he plan to tell him? That he’s sorry for looking through his phone after being specifically told not to? To say that he didn’t mean to see what he saw? To say, ‘Hey man! Really sorry for seeing those pictures without your permission. If it makes you feel any better, you looked super hot and I totally had a wet dream about you last night. Sorry again.’?

He did not plan this out.

“I… have absolutely… no idea…” Rodimus sighed out, putting his face in his servos.

“Well, might I suggest that you address exactly what you did wrong? That way you can build off to properly apologize.” Rung suggests.

“But what if he gets mad at me?” Rodimus sobbed, not even noticing when he started crying.

“He probably will.”

“Thanks, dude. Real reassuring.”

He hadn’t realized just how much his friendship with Meg meant to him. Without him, he wouldn’t have his support, his reason to be better. That’s what makes him make up his mind.

Getting up from where he was sitting, he wipes his face, and begins to make his way to the door.

“Really though, thanks Rung. I’ll do what you said.”

“Anytime, Captain.”

Heading away from the therapist and towards Megatron’s habsuit, he thinks of all the ways he could mess this up. Without even realizing, he had made it to the door of the room. It wasn’t that far away from the therapist’s office, so he shouldn’t be surprised that he was already there.

Slowly reaching his servo up to knock, he was interrupted by the quick sliding of the door opening by itself. There standing tall was the mech he has been waiting to talk to.

Staring at eachother in silence for what felt like a millennia, Rodimus opens his mouth to speak. That is… until the door slammed shut in his face, which he didn’t know was possible for a sliding door.

“C’mon Meg! Open up!” Rodimus banged on the door.

Being met with silence, he banged some more as if that was gonna do anything. Becoming impatient, he starts up again.

“Meg, open the door! I look like a freak out here by myself!”

“Go away Rodimus!” Megatron yells from inside the room.

“Nuh uh. Not gonna happen. I just want to talk.”

Being met with more silence, Rodimus goes to sit on the floor, his back facing away from the entrance.

“Meg please! I… I’m sorry, just-… please…”

Defeated, Rodimus stays put for a little, then makes his way to get up from his sitting position. Before he can move any further, the door behind him gives way as he falls into the room. Being met with the sight of Megatron looming over him with crossed arms. He begins to second guess his confidence.

“Ok then…” Megatron drags him inside, closing the door as he’s pulled in all the way. “Explain.”

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“Ok then…” Rodimus yelps as he’s dragged inside. “Explain.”

“Uhhh…”

He had no idea where he was going with this.

Taking a quick look around the room while think of what to say next, the impatience slowly growing on Megatron’s face, Rodimus cleared his throat.

“Ehem. Well I, uh… I want to say I’m sorry for what happened at the bridge.”

“Uhuh.” Meg hummed.

“And that it was an invasion of privacy and that it’ll never ever ever happen again.” Rodimus finished.

“Yep.” Megatron sighed.

Staying in awkward silence for a klick of two, Rodimus starts to wonder if the deathly unimpressed look on Megatron’s face was a good or bad thing.

“Sooo… we good?” Rodimus asked, putting both thumbs up as emphasis. So stupid.

Megatron shot a glance at him and stared, optics turning a darker red, but glowing brighter than ever before. He took a step towards the racer. Then another. Rodimus could feel the coolant starting to form on his helm, cooling at the sudden dread he felt.

“I don’t know, Rodimus. Are we?“ Megatron questioned. Taking one final step before Rodimus, chassis to chassis, the smaller bot only felt the previous feeling of dread intensify.

“Um… No? Not really. That’s kinda why an asked.” Rodimus replied nervously.

“Then let me tell you. Not only did you ignore what I asked of you, you also betrayed my trust, pretended to be me, breached my privacy, and to top it all off, looked at the one thing I was praying you not. to. look. at.” Megatron stated sternly.

“WELL HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU HAVE NUDES?!” Rodimus yelled.

“THATS THE POINT! YOU WERENT!” Megatron argued back.

Gazing at eachother in silence, both quickly looked away to search around the room for any kind of distraction. Never feeling this awkward in his entire existence, Rodimus did what he always tried to do and make light of the situation.

“If it makes you feel any better… those pictures of you were super hot. Top tier. Definitely felt something there.”

Before he knew it, he was being lifted up by the collar and slammed into the nearest wall. Letting out a choked gasp, Rodimus’ eyes met with the bigger mech. There he saw a mix of emotions, each one stronger than the other, but still unreadable.

Megatron stayed unmoving as he pierced through the racer’s processor with his optics. Then, without saying a word, he dropped him not so gently with an incredulous look on his face.

“Get out.” He whispered.

“Meg… I didn’t mean anything bad by it.” Rodimus soothed.

“Get. Out.“ Turning away, Megatron sat on his berth with his back turned on Rodimus. Rodimus being who he is of course, walked forward.

He wasn’t worried about getting hurt. Especially not by Meg. Not because he was a Prime, but because he was his friend. Maybe he thought of him as something more. No matter what, he was gonna fix this. So, carefully sitting down next to the ex con, he spoke.

“Meg, please. Please forgive me. I-“ Rodimus paused.

“I can’t do this, ANY of this, without you with me. By my side. I know what I did was unsalvageable, but I need you here. With me. Please…”

Receiving nothing but silence, Rodimus lost hope and got up to leave. Taking a few steps away, he became startled when he felt something grab hold of his servo. Looking down, following the path of the mech who grabbed him, led him to Megatron’s gorgeous face, streaked and stained with coolant lines.

“I need you too.”

With a look that was mixed with happiness, fear, relief, and love , Rodimus jumped onto the silver bot, tackling him into a stronger embrace than he’d ever given anyone.

“Do you mean it?” Rodimus asked.

“I do.” Was the reply he got.

“Oh THANK PRIMUS!” Rodimus announced, flopping onto the opposite side of the berth from where Megatron sat.

“You just scared me so bad. I thought that you were never gonna talk to me again.” Rodimus sighed out with relief.

“I was close, but your apology really pulled through. What, did Rung tell you to say that?” Megatron joked.

“HA! You wish. That was all me sweetspark.” Rodimus teased back.

Noticing the drops still falling from Megatron’s eyes, he rushed up to wipe them away.

“You still upset about what I did?” The red bot asked.

“Not really. Just thinking about something else you said.” Megatron replied.

“Oh? And what was that?” Rodimus pressed.

Suddenly, the pristine gray of the older bot’s faced flushed with energon, frame turning just a little ways away from the younger.

Curious now, Rodimus pressed harder to get an answer from him, only to make Megatron turn fully away as to make make his blush and heating frame aparent.

“C’mon! Tell me! We just had a whole… y’know… heart to heart thing? Tell me!” Rodimus whined.

“Primus, O.K.” Megatron turned to Face him again. His faceplate being tinted darker than before.

“I was thinking of what you said about… the pictures…”

“The pictures?” Rodimus questioned.

“Yeah… The pictures. My pictures.”

As if a bolt of electricity struck him, Rodimus remembered the comment he made towards Megatron’s pictures when he walked into the room earlier. About how he truly felt when seeing them the first time.

“Oh? Oh. Oh Meg.“ Rodimus smirked.

“Don’t make this more embarrassing than it has to be.” Megatron scorned.

“Oh but I’m not doing anything. Definitely not still thinking about those glossa watering pictures you took. Absolutely not.“ Rodimus teased.

“Especially since I have the real thing right here…”

Trailing off, Rodimus ran his digits over the tanks strong thighs, looking up at him as to get the go ahead.

“Is that right?” Said mech asked.

“Yeah.“

“And what makes you so sure I’d let you after the… how did you put it? Unsalvageable thing you did?”

“Probably because of the steam coming off your panels.” Rodimus smugly stated.

With a very pregnant pause, Megatron looked down to see… Yep! His panels were definitely steaming!

Not to be deterred, Megatron put on a brave face, and pushed on.

“Ok then.” Bending forward to also get some grip on the smaller bot, the warframe leaned right into his audial.

“Bring it.“

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Stumbling over to the grey mech’s giant berth, Rodimus lets out a breathless laugh, dragging Megatron with him by the servo.

“Right here,” he murmurs, spinning the larger mech toward the mirror mounted on the far wall. Megatron stumbles slightly as the back of his thighs hit the edge of the berth, optics wide and flickering with surprise.

“The mirror?” he asks, voice low and heat-soaked.

Rodimus’s grin only widens. “I wanna see you. All of you. Wanna see your face when I make you fall apart.”

Megatron shudders, heat pooling deep in his core. He doesn’t resist when Rodimus maneuvers him into position—kneeling on the berth, legs parted just enough, arms braced against the frame. Front-facing, optics locked on the glass, expression unreadable. Waiting.

Rodimus is behind him in a klick, pressing kisses to the nape of his neck, down the seam of his shoulder, trailing to the base of his spinal strut. His servos roam, confident and reverent, not missing a single tremble or shift.

“You look fraggin’ gorgeous like this,” Rodimus murmurs, tracing the curve of Megatron’s waist, the lines of his hips. “Strong, sharp… and all mine.”

Mewling at the praise, Megatron spreads his legs more to make room for the speedster. Rodimus paws at his curves and the wires between gaps.

“That’s it Meg. Open up just for me.”

With his valve panel flying back, Rodimus starts to get to work. Plunging one of his digits into the dark grey mesh, he admire how the calipers ripple around it, node flickering a bright red.

“You’re gorgeous Meg.”

Stifling a moan, Megatron watched as Rodimus works and slowly lowers down to level his face with his valve.

“W-What are you doing?” Megatron asks.

“I’m getting ready to taste this pretty thing.” Rodimus answers.

As he starts getting closer, Megatron’s thighs start to tense and try to close. Stopping the metal from closing, Rodimus looks up with a questioning look.

“Megatron? Whats wrong?”

Bashfully, Megatron meets his optics to respond.

“I just… don’t understand what you’re doing…” Megatron answers

“You… you’ve never been eaten out before?” Rodimus asks.

Megatron shakes his head from side to side.

Oh?

With a growing smirk, Rodimus states,

“Oh Meg… you have no idea what you’re about to get into do you?”

Before he could respond with a question, Megatron’s frame jolts as Rodimus pushed forward into the heat between his legs.

What is this feeling? Megatron thinks exasperated.

Rodimus’s glossa is pushing in and out all with sucking on his node. When he starts to tremble, Rodiums hums a laugh, sending vibrations through his valve, up his spinal strut, making him moan out.

The first overload catches Megatron off-guard—Rodimus working him open with his glossa and digits, slow and patient. He keeps Megatron facing the mirror the whole time, murmuring praises into heated seams as Megatron overloads with a sharp gasp, servo slamming against the glass to keep upright.

Rodimus doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even pause.

“Still with me?” he teases, voice low and hoarse with want. “That’s one. Think you’ve got more in you?”

Megatron’s response is a half-sobbed moan, optics fluttering. He nods. He wants this.

Rodimus eases his spike out, dragging it against the dripping valve and savoring the shiver it earns him. When he finally thrusts in, it’s slow but deep, pressing Megatron against the berth with every roll of his hips.

The mirror fogs with heat and panting vents. Rodimus’s voice is constant, grounding him:

“You’re doing so good for me.”

“Just like that, yeah. Let me see you overload again.”

“You’re beautiful, Megs. Always have been.”

Each overload hits harder than the last. Megatron’s optics burn with tears he won’t admit are there, frame trembling as Rodimus overwhelms him—body and processor. His spike hitting and rubbing against every node and sweet spot he has. Making him cry.

But the praise never stops, and it’s that that keeps him centered. Keeps him safe.

By the time Rodimus finally overloads, it’s with a cry of Megatron’s name, slamming deep one final time. He collapses forward, dragging Megatron down with him, the both of them tangled in a heap of exhausted limbs and static-popped fans.

For a while, there’s only the sound of cooling systems and soft chuckles.

“You okay?” Rodimus asks, brushing his thumb over Megatron’s cheek, catching a lingering tear.

Megatron sighs, peaceful and spent. “I’ve never been better.”

Rodimus grins. “Good. ‘Cause you’re mine now.”

There’s a quiet beat.

“…I’ve been yours,” Megatron says, almost shy.

And that, somehow, makes Rodimus light up brighter than any overload ever could.

Chapter Text

Waking up suddenly, Rodimus barely had time to register the whirlwind of emotions still swirling around his processor before he had to make a quick exit. Megatron was still sleeping, face relaxed, frame sprawled in a way that made Rodimus’s spark stutter. But he couldn’t stay, not when the bridge was waiting for him.

With a sigh, Rodimus grabbed his data pad and sneaked toward the door, hoping to leave without waking the other mech. But of course, just as he was about to slip out, Megatron groggily muttered, “Rodimus?”

Rodimus froze in the doorway, cursing his luck of waking him up. “Yeah?”

“Where are you going?” Megatron asked, voice a little rough from sleep.

Rodimus hesitated. “I gotta—uh—go talk to the crew. You know. Business stuff.”

Megatron grunted. “You can come back, right?”

Rodimus flinched, a twinge of guilt in his spark that he had to leave, but was then soothed by a feeling of warmth. He wants me to come back. “Of course. I’ll be back soon.” With that, he slipped out, the door hissing shut behind him.

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Rodimus stepped onto the bridge, only to be met with an eerie, almost uncomfortable silence. The crew was gathered in a loose circle, their optics darting toward him as soon as he entered.

Ultra Magnus was the first to speak, his voice filled with suspicion. “Rodimus. You’re late.”

“I am?” Rodimus raised an optic ridge, trying to act nonchalant. “Didn’t think I was.”

“You’re definitely late,” Swerve chimed in, leaning against his console with a grin that made Rodimus’s spark sink. “And you’re here, but where’s Megatron ?”

Rodimus blinked, his processors already kicking into overdrive. “What do you mean ‘where’s Megatron’? He’s, uh, sleeping?”

“Right,” Swerve said with an exaggerated tone, “sleeping. But, uh, you were both gone last night. And now you’re here, but he’s not. Very curious timing, don’t you think?”

Rodimus stammered, suddenly very aware of how much attention he was getting. “It’s nothing, really. It’s nothing—uh— important .”

Whirl smirked from the corner. “Oh, I’m sure. Totally nothing. You and Megatron just happened to, what, go for a walk last night and nothing happened?”

“Ugh, Whirl , stop being dramatic,” Rodimus groaned, rubbing his face. “Nothing happened . We just had a quiet night, alright?”

“Is that so?” Tailgate asked, his optics wide with curiosity. “Because, you know, you seem a little… off this morning.”

“Me? Off?” Rodimus was starting to feel the pressure mounting. “I’m fine. Everything’s fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”

Cyclonus raised an optic ridge, clearly unconvinced. “You’re not fine. You’re acting like you’ve just—”

“Alright, let’s all just calm down,” Drift interjected smoothly, leaning back in his chair with a knowing grin. “Rodimus and Megatron are together, okay? We don’t need to keep pretending we don’t know.”

The entire room fell silent, every optic focusing on Drift as if he had just made a declaration about the end of the universe.

“What?” Ultra Magnus blinked, clearly confused. “What do you mean, ‘together’?”

“I mean together , as in—they’re in a relationship ,” Drift said with a casual shrug, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I figured it out. You can all stop with the weird questions now.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Swerve cut in, his optics darting between Rodimus and Drift. “ You figured it out? How? When?”

Drift raised an eyebrow. “Honestly, it wasn’t that hard to piece together. The way Rodimus keeps looking at Megatron, the way he’s been acting since yesterday… It’s obvious. They’re together, you know, in that way.”

Rodimus’s face was the color of his chassis as he fumbled for words. “No, no, it’s not—well, yeah, okay, but we don’t—it’s just—”

“Hold up,” Whirl interrupted, eyes widening. “Are you saying you two are… together together? Like… in a way that’s, like, more than friends ?”

Drift just nodded slowly. “Yep. I’ve known for a while now.”

The others stood there, blinking in utter confusion. “But why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Ratchet asked, his voice tired but genuinely puzzled.

“Because it’s not my place to just announce things like that,” Drift replied with a smile. “Plus, it seemed more fun to watch you all try to figure it out.”

“ Wait a minute ,” Swerve started, eyes narrowing, “you knew and you didn’t say anything? What, you were just letting us suffer through this little mystery?”

“Pretty much,” Drift grinned. “It was funny watching you all jump to conclusions.”

Rung, ever the calm one, just stared at Drift for a long moment before speaking up. “So, this… relationship is real, then?”

“Yeah, it’s real,” Rodimus finally admitted, his voice quieter now. “It’s—uh—still new, but we’re good. No big deal.”

“ No big deal ?” Whirl asked, eyebrows raised. “Rodimus, you’ve been acting like you’ve been hit by a ton of bricks. You sure this is just ‘no big deal’?”

“Alright, alright,” Rodimus groaned. “Yeah, it’s a big deal. But it’s fine. Megatron and I are good. We’re still figuring things out, but we’re fine.”

Ultra Magnus raised a hand. “This doesn’t exactly explain why you were looking so flustered this morning.”

“I told you, I’m fine!” Rodimus insisted. “It’s just… complicated, alright?”

“Oh yeah?” Swerve grinned mischievously. “Because nothing says ‘complicated’ like the way you’re blushing.”

“I’m not blushing!” Rodimus retorted, feeling his face heat up even more. “Stop looking at me like that!”

Drift leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “It’s not as complicated as you’re making it out to be. You two are together . That’s it. No big mystery.”

“Well,” Whirl said with a grin, “I guess I’ll stop pretending I didn’t know. But seriously, how did you two end up like that?”

Rodimus rolled his optics. “It’s… a long story.”

Tailgate leaned over to Cyclonus and whispered, “I knew it. They’ve always had that weird energy around each other.”

Cyclonus just sighed, rubbing his face. “Why am I not surprised?”

Ratchet raised an optic ridge. “Alright, enough of this. I have actual work to do. And honestly, I’m just glad you two aren’t trying to kill each other.”

Drift nodded sagely. “Yeah, at least it’s not that chaotic yet.”

The crew laughed, and for the first time that morning, Rodimus felt a little lighter. Maybe things weren’t as complicated as he had thought. Maybe he was the one making it worse.

At least, for now, the chaos felt a little more manageable. And if nothing else, the crew had finally figured it out.

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Walking into the bridge, slightly disheveled, Megatron was hit with a wave of amusement as eyes darted towards him. It was then followed by waves of happiness, confusion (Magnus), and contentness.

Swiftly moving to his station as the leering optics were pulled away, he was met with the fiery frame he was previously entangled with.

“Captain.”

“ Captain .”

The silence that followed was tense, making everyone on the bridge stiffen up. That was quickly broken when a certain minibot exclaimed out loud.

“Just kiss already!” Screamed tailgate.

Whipping around, Megatron looked at his crew who were all smiling audial to audial.

“Wha- huh?” Looking at Rodimus nervously, the shorter of the two started to laugh.

“Meg, they figured it out.” Rodimus said with a smile.

Taken aback, and clearly flustered, Megatron sighed exasperated.

“Of course.” He said, returning the smile.

”Alright everyone, get back to work!” Megatron ordered.

”He’s hot when he orders us around.” Skids giggled to Swerve.

”WHO JUST SAID THAT?!” Megatron yelled, followed by a wave of giggles.

This is gonna be a long shift.

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During break

“So Drift…” Rodimus started.

“I didn’t know you were a detective. Were we really that obvious?”

“No,” Drift responded.

“You just forgot to turn your comlink off.” Drift said with a wink.

Taking a few klicks, turning blue with energon, Rodimus reeled back.

“WHAT?!”

“Yeah, you should really work on being more observant. You just put me on mute, not hang up.” Drift said smugly

Face filling with energon, Rodimus turned away from Drift and decided not to acknowledge for the rest of their shifts.

Pulling out his holopad, he scrolled for a majority of his break, ignoring Drift. Rodimus then got interrupted by a notification sent to him by Megatron. Opening it he saw a message that was hidden.

Huh. That’s weird.

Pressing on it, waiting for it to load, Rodimus took a sip of the energon. This action was quickly followed by him spitting it out at the sight on his screen.

In all its glory stood a dimly lighted picture of his new lover in the berthroom’s washracks. There Megatron was, back facing the wide mirror with his holopad over his shoulder. In the image, Rodimus could see Megatron’s servo reaching behind himself to pull apart his legs, showing off the paint transfers that were left from the previous night’s events.

That slagger took this before he woke up!

Looking more closely, feeeling a steady flush rise up his frame, he could sightly see the lustrous pink glow of lubricant on the bigger bot’s panels. Staring more so, he could very slightly see the end of some toy peeking out from the heavenly location which is Megatron’s open valve, /now closed due to them currently being at work.

OK. THIS JUST ISNT FAIR.

And to top it all off, Megatron had turned his head to face the mirror, showing off a slight smirk full of fang.

Oh just you wait you beautiful ex warlord now love of my life.

Just you wait…