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Of Stardust and Midnight Sun	By : BlueBastard Category: S through Z > Transformers (Movie Only) > Transformers (Movie Only) Views: 3350 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Optimus lay there for a moment, fans heaving in a rush to cool down his strained systems. The rubble of cracked cement taunted from beneath the mech's exhausted frame. Broken, like the human's Chicago city.

His blue eyes strained upwards, his single arm keeping his upper torso off the ground. He was met with the sight of flaming spires and the crumbled remains of skyscrapers.

He had failed.

Again.

The taste was bitter in his mouth, overriding the tang of energon on his tongue.

Sentinel took a heavy step behind him.

Optimus tried to rise, but his frame crackled in protest. A glitch from all the damage.

He was a strong fighter. Young, fast, and brave. But it could not take away the deep-set agony of Sentinel's betrayal. He couldn't get past that pain. Couldn't take the shot when he had it.

Sentinel had easily gained the upper hand.

But that wasn't what bothered the younger Autobot.

They were fighting for the same cause.

And yet...

"You have lost your way, Sentinel." Disappointment threaded through his rumbled statement, not caring as he heard the older Prime lift his cleaver, ready to take the final blow.

"No, Optimus. It is YOU who has lost sight of the true goal." Sentinel Prime growled angrily. He had such hopes for the young leader. Such grand plans.

Optimus was to be his heir.

To have led the remained of the Autobots, against such unfavorable odds, was not only valiant, but spoke much of the young warrior's skill.

"What a waste..." The crimson mech said disgustedly.

Optimus turned his eyes skyward, hearing the clever -his final doom- slice through the air.

But the blow never landed.

Optimus stumbled around, landing flat on his aft, as he heard a pained cry rip from Sentinel's vocals.

The sight that met him, stunned on the bridge, was one he never could have foretold in millions of cycles.

The fatal blow never landed because another mech was currently engaged in battle with the older Prime.

And it was not one of his Autobots. Nor even the human allies.

But rather a Decepticon.

The rusted silver frame was torn and haggard, damage clear on certain areas like the top right helm. It wasn't until the Decepticon smashed Sentinel brutally down, tearing the Prime's head clear off his shoulders with a maniacal shout of pleasure, that Optimus finally recognized the mech.

"Megatron..." Optimus uttered in pure disbelief.

Dropping the dead mech like the pile of slag he was, Megatron's flaming crimson optics met with widened blue.

"Prime..." Megatron rumbled in his rough, scratched vocals, sounding pleased.

Though his frame looked worse for wear, a torn cloth draped like a half-cloak around his shoulders, nothing could beat out the regal deadliness of the older Decepticon. He stood proudly, wicked blade held deftly down at his side.

"Getting soft in old age Prime? Or do older mechs normally best you in battle?" Megatron inquired snidely.

"He is -or at least WAS- my superior." Optimus replied defensively, "There is such a thing as loyalty in the Autobot forces. Defect or no."

"As usual, Prime, you hold ridiculous notions close to that foolish heart of yours. When will you learn, you only waste your time on weakness or mercy. Did Sentinel Prime show you such kindness?" Megatron demanded, slashing his blade through the air, bloodied tip pointing at the red mech's unmoving heap by his feet.

"Yes. At our first fight, he spared my life." Optimus looked downwards in memory. That had been a hard day.

That had been the day Sentinel had betrayed them all. The day the older Prime opened the Space Bridge and teleported all those Decepticons to Earth's front door.

The ultimate reason Chicago was the way it was now.

All because Optimus had used to Matrix of Leadership to revive Sentinel Prime's faded spark.

Eyes still glued to the ground, the Autobot leader could only tell Megatron was pacing from the thunderous booming of his boots against the concrete road.

"Then you are both fools." The Decepticon leader snarled, trudging angrily from one end of the bridge to the other. He couldn't keep track of just HOW many times he had tried to get it through the young Autobot's head. In their countless encounters, countless battles, the young Prime still couldn't grasp the basic concept of his own naiveté.

It angered him that Prime didn't seem to care he was heading down the path to his own doom. Or that the other still wouldn't look at him.

In two paces he was in front of the fallen Prime, crouching to roughly catch the younger bot's chin in his harsh grasp. Forcing those surprised baby blues to meet his own narrowed gaze, Megatron fumed, "One fool is already dead. Is that really the road you want to travel down, Prime?"

Uncomfortable with the close distance, but too weak at the moment to pull away, Optimus reluctantly allowed the contact to remain.

The Decepticon's touch felt like fire, though Optimus -for the life of him- could not figure out why.

"The Space Bridge collapsed. Whatever additional forces you had were pulled back through. The Decepticons have lost, Megatron." Optimus stated wryly, trying to ignore the vice-like grip curled under his chin.

"It was never my intention to utilize that rabble of soldiers. It was merely the side effects of a regretful pact I had foolishly made so long ago. But you, YOU were acting as though you had lost. Why would you let Sentinel beat you?" Megatron growled, shaking the blue and red mech's head for emphasis.

Tired of the fighting, weary from recent battle, and just frustrated in general, Optimus felt his usual calm evaporate.

"Why do you care, Megatron?" Optimus snarled.

Whatever the Decepticon had been expecting, it wasn't this.

Just as Optimus was taken aback by Megatron's silence, as if he really had to think about it.

Then suddenly Megatron snapped back to his surly, arrogant self. Fierce red optics ensnared Optimus, the large clawed hand tightening its hold on the fallen one's chin.

"Because Prime... You. Are. Mine." Megatron purred, engines revving at his core.

The look on Optimus's face was priceless, his helm unmasked for once, allowing Megatron to drink the full effect of the other's utter surprise.

As red orbs traced down to the parted lips of the Autobot's smooth features, Megatron had a sudden indulgence that needed quenching. It was rare that he would have Prime vulnerable and completely exposed like this.

Taking advantage of Optimus's stunned immobility, the Decepticon Lord charged in, closing the short distance between them and consuming Prime whole.

If Optimus hadn't already been sprawled flat on his ass, he was sure he would have hit the ground once more. Being designated leader from a young age, Prime never had the luxury of a relationship. His fling with the pink femmebot had never progressed to more than holding hands and a peck on the cheek. The war never gave them the chance.

He wouldn't call what Megatron was doing a simple kiss. His melting processors noted this was more like the Decepticon devouring his very soul. When Megatron's hot, thick glossa swiped across his lip, Optimus grew rigid. But that was his only warning.

Then Megatron's tongue plunged into his mouth, Optimus's muffled protest drowned out as that dexterous appendage swept his invaded insides clean.

Heat surged through his frame, shorting whatever functioning circuits that remained. His single hand, which had immediately clutched at Megatron's chest plate, twitched at the fingertips.

He struggled weakly against the bigger, silver mech. But Megatron had the advantage. One leg bent, the older warrior was crowding Prime, pressing in between the red and blue mech's spread legs.

Prime's left arm, ripped clear off from his previous battle with Sentinel, was a clear mark against him. But Megatron's drive and the loss of Optimus's mind were the biggest factors.

At the pleased rumble from Megatron's chassis, Optimus's optics flashed open.

What was he doing?!

This was Megatron.

Leader of the Decepticons.

His sworn mortal enemy.

And Optimus was just sitting there, letting him ravage his mouth.

Optimus, appalled, swatted at the hand gripping his chin. Surprise was on his side as he wrenched away from the heated Decepticon Lord, scrambling backwards with his legs and single arm.

Fans kicking to life, vents heaving, Optimus stared at Megatron like he had sprouted two heads.

"By the Matrix, wha-what were you thinking?!" Optimus spluttered, cheeks flaming red.

Smirking, Megatron stood his full height, following the other mech step for step to Prime's shuffled drag.

"No one else will kill you. No other will face you in battle. There is no other mech to occupy your thought processes as I have." Megatron drawled slowly, taking his time.

Like a tiger stalking his wounded prey, the Decepticon Lord advanced, watching Prime's every movement.

The clang of the flustered Autobot's back against the bridge's railing resounded loudly in the thundering silence. Optimus cursed silently as Megatron stepped easily before him, crouching swiftly down, a clenched fist slamming the ground as he leaned further in.

"You lie if you can say you haven't noticed. We dance around each other, finding ourselves easily in the midst of battle." Megatron stated with a grin.

"W-we are enemies. The leaders of our factions! Of course we would face off in battles!" Optimus denied openly, trying to sink back as the bigger mech closed in.

"Oh, Prime, Prime, Prime... Still the clueless little mech I ran into those many cycles ago." Megatron tsked, chuckling darkly as he halted a hairs-breath from Optimus, stopping as the other closed his battle-mask with a frantic clank. The Decepticon Lord frowned, berating, "Now Prime, that was not very nice."

He had gotten used to seeing the sculpted beauty of the Autobot's face. Especially those plump lips, which simply begged to be ravaged.

He was no longer amused with Prime's tactics.

"You... have lost your mind." Optimus declared, reaching behind him for a handhold -anything really- to help him stand or get away.

"No Prime... I have come to a realization. And soon you will too-"

"Never." Optimus seethed.

"-you can't deny it forever, Prime." There was that familiar, dark smirk again. His drawl was dangerously slow as he continued, "Tell me one thing. And I will believe you. Answer me honestly, Prime. Have you never imagined us consummating this fire between us in the welcoming warmth of a shared berth?"

Immediately, Optimus's breath stalled. Despite his impeccable control, he could not stop the furious flush that darkened his face plates, "N-never..."

"Ah, my naive little liar. As I suspected. Still a virgin, Prime?" Megatron chuckled.

"I don't see how that matters-" Optimus started to snarl defensively.

But Megatron stunned him to silence once more as he stroked Prime's masked face. Slowly. Almost... lovingly.

"Oh it matters, Prime. It is, in fact, a very important detail, indeed." Megatron suddenly stood, turning to stalk off.

Optimus watched the other walk away in a mixture of disbelief and relief.

That is, until Megatron continued to speak, "I may not have an army of soldiers at my beck and call, but you will be seeing me again."

Optimus frowned.

Megatron threw a last glance over his shoulder, a dark promise in his eyes, "Count on it, Prime."

For all the confidence and fury within him, Optimus couldn't help the shudder that traveled down his spine.

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A/N: testing out the waters. Would anyone like to read more of this pairing?
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