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Embarrassment.
“So, you wet yourself. What’s the big deal?” Not fully understanding, Dorothy Malto was bent down to make sure gravel got over the swirling, glittery slick. The barn would soon forget all about the incident. “Everybody does it sometimes. Your body just loses control.”
“Thankfully this isn’t your mate. He would have many questions.” Megatron watched the process, trying to find a way to turn it off in his helm. Avoid leaving a trail for bots to try to follow him, and bite him.
“It’s none of my business. If you looked like you were in pain, I would make you fess up, but you seem alright to me. A little… skittish, perhaps.” Patting Megatron’s leg, Dot nodded to him. “Now, you can clean your own body up, can’t you?”
“Thank you, Dorothy. Yes, I can,” Megatron agreed, starting to walk away. “I’m sorry to cut my visit short. I will endeavor to visit again soon.”
“That’s totally fine, Megatron! I’ll see you later.” Waving her friend off, Dot sighed, crossing her arms at all the mess.
Megatron could hear Alex Malto shouting in the distance. Not out of anger, but of disappointment. Probably for destroying something new to learn about Cybertronians. “That was a close one.”
Finding a stream, Megatron looked bath ways. He figured it would be cool enough on a hot Earth day.
Seating himself, and disturbing the surface of the stream, Megatron spread out his legs. Finally opened his panels to allow some cool down time.
His valve pulsed to his spark beating. He really needed to get off, before he started sniffing around for a mate. Most of his current choices were poor, but he could pick one he’d enjoy.
“Megatron! Have you hurt yourself?” Optimus Prime rushed forward, like he was summoned.
Megatron froze, fingers gripping the dirt on either side of him. “Optimus, I did not want you to see me in such a state. I’m a disgrace.”
Optimus made it over to Megatron’s side. “Are you sure? You look beautiful from here.”
Megatron sputtered, looking away. His legs shook, valve gushing from being so close to Optimus. “I want this. You looking at me like a prize.”
“You are. I don’t understand why you’re nervous. I haven’t hurt you since the peace treaty.” Optimus leaned forward, running his knuckles under Megatron’s jaw. “Have I?”
Megatron growled, moving to lick at Optimus’ servo. “I can’t control it, Optimus. Please, either breed me full of whelps, or leave me be.”
“You get right to the point, don’t you?” Optimus felt Megatron grab his full arm, threatening to crush it under shaky force. “Yes, Megatron. I’m fine with this.”
Optimus shouted, being slammed down onto his back. He looked up to Megatron starting to descend. “This memory file will be a favorite.”
“Why? Because you’ve been without interfacing for millions of cycles?” Megatron scoffed, rubbing along his sopping lips. Getting too eager to sit on a spike.
Optimus let his spike pressurize into his fist. He squeezed, licking his derma. “I…” He had to regain his bearings. “I never thought you felt the same for me. Keeping your heat under lock and key.”
“To give myself to an enemy. It was unthinkable.” Megatron slowly knelt down, letting his valve rest against Optimus’ spike. “Oops, I missed,” he lied.
“You tease me with this perfect vision, Megatron? For shame.” Optimus chuckled, letting Megatron lay across him. He just moved to grab aft, making sure it rubbed his spike. “I’ll have to punish you.”
Optimus leaked on Megatron’s aft. He spanked his friend over and over, groaning at Megatron getting more riled up. “You brought this upon yourself. Admit your filthy ways.”
Megatron cried out, his voice cracking in his pleasure. His valve coated the spike beneath it. “Have you no mercy?”
“No,” Optimus whispered against Megatron’s audial. “Not when I’ve waited this long for you.”
When Optimus’ spike slid inside Megatron’s valve, they both let off guttural moans. They had been wanting it to happen. Their bodies felt too heated together.
They kissed intensely. Their denta nearly clacked together.
“Love you,” Optimus vented between kisses. His horn blared, while his fingers dipped into metal hips.
“No patience. Just like an Autobot,” Megatron teased softly. He took each thrust up, pedes curling from the sensation.
Nipping Megatron’s neck, Optimus began to run his nose along the expanse. “May I..?”
“Not there,” Megatron insisted. He wanted to have some control. Going through a heat made him annoyed enough.
“Then where?” Optimus kissed over Megatron’s chest, letting his partner continue movement. Just to give him a chance to focus.
“I don’t know. Just nothing obvious.” Megatron was suddenly pulled out of. “Optimus, please, you need to overload in me.”
Spun to be dropped back into the water, Optimus suddenly sucked Megatron’s spike. The war mech shouted, optics welling with pleasured tears.
Being bitten around his spike had Megatron convulsing. The sharp, suddenly pain made him feel alive.
When Optimus pulled away, spit clung to the denta marks. He smirked, knowing he’d get his payback.
Megatron forced Optimus down over him, using his legs to maneuver his lover in and out of his valve. “I don’t like that you didn’t ask. The part of me that misses attacking you will return it tenfold.”
Optimus felt his spike overload. He hadn’t expected something so erotic out of a threat. “Maybe you still are the same, deep down.” He didn’t mean it to discourage Megatron.
“Perhaps,” Megatron purred, feeling the overload spill out over the water. “We’re ruining our surroundings.”
“We’ll have to clean it, then.” Optimus looked around at the deepened crevice of a stream. “Somehow.”
Megatron felt his chassis, optics soft. “How many sparklings do you think I may have?” He added, “Will they ever get to see Cybertron?”
“Cybertron has to be safe sometime. We’ll find a way there, and make sure they’ll grow up with both of their creators.” Optimus kissed Megatron, forgetting about their current planet for the time being.