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It all started when Jazz was captured by the decepticons, having no one as stealthy as the spy, Optimus was chosen to go in the rescue mission to the underwater Decepticon base to get Jazz back. The plan was easy, wait for a Decepticon to go in and sneak along, find Jazz, free Jazz and then just follow Jazz out. Unfortunately for Optimus he didn’t find Jazz, apparently he had escaped just as he got in leaving Optimus trapped with no exit in the enemy base.
Optimus turned another corridor, he was trying to get out of the densely populated areas and find somewhere to hide until help arrived. He looks around and tries to open the first door he sees, locked, Optimus groans. He has been finding nothing but locked doors here, this is just absurd even for the decepticons. He hears someone walking down the corridor, Optimus panics and tries every door in sight, luckily one of them opens and he walks in. He looks around and realizes he walked into someone’s quarters, it looks clean and organized, there’s also plenty of weapons displayed around.
He doesn't get much time to analyze the room as the door behind him suddenly opens, Optimus is stunned and frozen in place as Megatron calmly walks in. He expected his nemesis to say something, to attack him, but instead Megatron just drops a datapad at the table. He sighs rubbing his optics then turns back to Optimus leaning on the table in a open and relaxed stance, he stares at Optimus up and down as if judging him.
“The Constructicons did a good job at fixing you” Megatron mumbles more to himself than to Optimus.
He remains frozen in place as Megatron walks around him and ogles his frame. Something clicks in Optimus mind and he remembers that damn clone Megatron keeps of him, he probably thinks Optimus is it. He remains even more still now that he knows why his nemesis hasn’t attacked yet.
Megatron finishes his circle around Optimus and is back in front of him, they stand close enough that Optimus can feel Megatron’s the hot air leaving each vent. The silver mech reaches out and touches his windshield with both servos, he gently caresses the lines between the metal and glass.
Megatron hums satisfied “follow” he says and starts walking back towards his berth.
Optimus doesn’t hesitate as he follows his nemesis. Megatron sits down at the edge of his berth, his position is so casual and strange to Optimus it feels like an alien sight. He goes back to touching Optimus’ frame. His focus mostly in the windshield, but his other servo travels up to some cables at his neck.
“Touch me” Megatron orders.
His servos go to Megatron’s chest plate without a thought, if anyone asked he would say he is only obeying so he can find more weaknesses in Megatron’s armor, but he hardly thinks it would fool anyone at this point. It is a common joke among his troops that he and Megatron are actually a couple and the whole war is a lovers squabble, of course he discourages that kind of joke, this war is serious! But it hardly ever stops them.
Optimus traces a bundle of wires that make Megatron shiver and groan, Optimus himself has to suppress a moan when Megatron plays with some of the wires in his hip. Megatron leans closer and grips his hip tightly with one servo, his other servo goes up and taps at Optimus’ battle mask.
“Open” Megatron commands.
The battle mask snaps open with a clang and Megatron draws even closer to his face, studying it like he would a battle field, his vents touch Optimus’ face making him shiver in anticipation.
“Kiss me” Megatron tells him. His servo that was on Optimus’ face plate slides down and now holds the back of his neck.
How he wished he could say he resisted, truth is he almost jumped at Megatron then and there, his dermas devoured Megatron’s with such hunger they almost hit their teeth on one another. Megatron groans into the kiss and Optimus takes the opportunity to invade his mouth and ravish him. Megatron brings him closer until he slots perfectly in between Megatron’s legs. Optimus slides a servo down to Megatron’s aft and grabs it hard. His other servo slides up and down Megatron’s side. The grip around his neck lowers to his back and Megatron pulls them both to the berth, with Optimus now lying on top of him.
He Immediately notices how hot Megatron’s panels are, he is definitely charged up, not that Optimus can say he is any better. Optimus releases his aft in favor of caressing Megatron’s neck cables, he feels his nemesis melting into the touch and wonders how many have ever had the opportunity to see him in such a relaxed way. Megatron produces a small moan and breaks the kiss to starts grinding their panels together, the sudden friction startles Optimus but he controls himself and doesn’t show any outwardly reaction.
He moves his servos so he can touch Megatron’s waist, he traces the vents there worshipping each one. Megatron grinds their panels hard enough to make small sparks from the friction. Meanwhile Optimus uses his battle knowledge to find Megatron’s weak spots and rubs him there, Megatron moans and squirms. Optimus does it again and is rewarded by the sound of his fans clicking on.
Optimus finds himself desiring each moment more to experience what Megatron looks like during an overload. Almost as if on answer to his desires Optimus hears the sound of a panel snapping open, he doesn’t need to look down as he feels the exact moment wet folds slides against his still closed panels. Optimus is grateful for his self control but a part of him just wants to open those panels and take Megatron right now, but that would certainly ruin his disguise and would also be incredibly rude.
The grinding becomes more focused as Megatron rubs his anterior node against Optimus panels, becoming each moment more deliciously wet. Optimus slides his servos up again, trying to distract himself from his nemesis’ exposed valve, he runs a servo over Megatron’s back and the other servo gently touches his faceplate. Megatron was always handsome but like this, optics filled with want and pleasure, he is irresistible.
The servos holding him slide between them, Optimus follows them with his optics as they move right for Megatron’s valve. Optimus stares helpless at the valve of his nemesis, the black folds spread at Megatron’s digits revealing the port and its glowing red nodes. One of Megatron’s servos goes for the anterior node, rubbing it greedily, while the other starts to spread the port slowly with two digits teasing the entrance. Optimus has his attention snapped back up when the other growls at him.
“Keep touching” he grunts, voice rougher than usual.
He is startled to find that he has indeed stopped everything to stare at Megatron touching himself. He goes back to his ministrations but now he plays with the cables in his thighs, so he can also keep an eye at Megatron self servicing.
He finds plenty of cables that make Megatron squirm, unrestrained sinful noises escaping him making Optimus rub even harder. Megatron pinches his own anterior node making himself moan, the digits teasing his port finally enter and Megatron groans in relief. Optimus’ fans click on at that and he freezes, when Megatron doesn’t seem to notice he continues sliding his servos over his thighs.
Megatron spreads the digits inside his port and Optimus gets a good view of the lubricant dripping out, the digits at his node never stop now running teasing circles around it. Optimus has to work hard not to stay ogling at his nemesis self servicing, he slides his servos up closer to Megatron’s array just as he manages to fit a third digit inside himself.
Megatron whimpers softly a noise Optimus never thought his nemesis capable of, it is clear to him that Megatron isn’t even trying to hide them because he thinks he is alone, a pang of guilty finds its way to him, he really shouldn’t be here. But then Megatron whimpers again and all guilt and other thoughts disappear from Optimus like a magic trick.
Optimus watches as Megatron stops his digits and raises them to him, they are coated in lubricant and leave a trail behind them.
“Clean them” Megatron orders, optics bright with pleasure.
He immediately sucks as many digits as he can into his mouth, the taste is intoxicating and makes Optimus wish he could ravish Megatron with his mouth next. He licks the digits clean quickly and Megatron slides them down again but now he clasps at Optimus panels, almost making the prime jump in surprise. Megatron begins to trace the spike panel, mapping it with his digits and tracing the edges with gentle touches. Optimus would have accused him of teasing if he didn’t know the warlord would kill him shortly after, instead he does his best not to grind into Megatron’s servo.
Megatron leaves his servo spread open on top of the panel “open” he orders.
The panel opens instantly and the spike pressurizes into Megatron’s waiting servo, Optimus can feel how the grip tightens slightly and has to resist the urge to thrust into it. The servo is dwarfed by the blue spike it holds, it can barely hold its entire girth and it easily towers over it. Megatron ogles it with greedy optics, he slides his servo up touching the ridges with his digits, mapping each one with great concentration. Once the servo finally reaches the head Optimus notices the smirk in Megatron’s faceplate and the loud purr of his engine. He then begins slowly pumping his spike.
Megatron’s other servo grabs Optimus’ and guides them down between them until they are brushing against Megatron’s valve, Optimus tentatively touches the folds and finds them wet and soft. Megatron’s servo goes to his node and rubs circles around it, Optimus stares not knowing exactly what to do.
Megatron growls at his inaction “Touch!” He demands.
Optimus uses two digits to spread open the folds and massage them and the other servo enters the port with two of his digits as well, the calipers are already prepared for the invasion and it doesn’t take long for Optimus to add another digit. The servo pumping Optimus spike falters once and then picks up the pace, making Optimus grunt on rhythm with the touches.
The sound of their fans is very loud in the background and so is the sound Megatron’s moans. Optimus sure hopes Megatron’s room got sound proofing or he’ll have a lot of issues walking out of this alive. Optimus curls the digits inside Megatron and sees as the warlord’s back arches and he produces an unholy noise, Optimus immediately saves it to his memory banks. He hears Megatron’s engine rev loudly and watches as he spreads his legs wider, presenting himself to Optimus.
Having Megatron like this is addicting, Optimus doesn’t know how he is even supposed to go back to fighting his nemesis after this. Megatron’s grip on him falters again when Optimus fits another digit inside him, optics glowing bright with pleasure, all of his vents open wide and releasing hot air. Unfortunately he doesn’t have long to appreciate the sight, Megatron reaches for his servos and moves them away from his valve, Optimus almost whines but doesn’t fight it. Megatron gives two more pumps to the spike between them, and removes his servo, it is noticeable how wet the spike’s tip is.
Megatron moves himself and lines up their arrays, the spike touching the valve’s folds begging for entrance. Megatron uses his servos to open the lips for it, Optimus drinks in the sight and has to resist the strong urge to just thrust in right now. Optimus grips Megatron around his torso and hangs on, expecting to need the grip for what’s to come.
“Spike me” Megatron orders, his voice is low and rough. Combined with the sight makes for a seductive demand Optimus cannot deny even if he wanted.
Optimus doesn’t wait for a second longer, he starts pushing in and feels the calipers circle around the spike’s head. They both groan at the same time, but Megatron is louder and muffles Optimus’ noise. The valve is hot and tight. Megatron’s servos fly up and grip at Optimus’ back, legs spreading even wider. It takes a while for the calipers to accept the spike’s head, but once it does the slide feels intoxicating. Optimus watches the folds around his spike, he likes how they spread as the spike goes in so he keeps a slow push to drink in every moment.
Megatron makes soft whines that break his concentration, he looks up and Megatron’s intake is hanging open, his optics are narrowed but bright. He looks needy and like he would beg for more, he has barely fit a third of the spike in but Megatron clearly needs more, so Optimus obliges the silent plea and pushes the rest of the spike in one harsh thrust, impaling his nemesis completely. Megatron is so incredibly hot and wet, it seems the foreplay was worth it after all. Megatron’s optics widen in surprise and a loud moan escapes his dermas. Megatron vents heavily and his valve tightens around the intrusion, it should take a little for Megatron to get used to the size. He raises his legs and locks them behind Optimus, he feels the grip on his back tighten.
“Move” Megatron commands.
Optimus obeys, he begins pulling out slowly and testing the valve’s walls, he finds a few nodes that make Megatron squirm. He smirks and really hopes Megatron doesn’t look up to see it. The ridges leave the valve and it tightens lounging to be filled again but Optimus takes his time and only stops once the head is the only part still inside him, he begins pushing in again slowly and hears Megatron growl.
“Harder!” Megatron whines, pushing back against the spike trying to get more of the friction he needs.
Optimus increases the speed and Megatron meets him half way through, his optics are no longer just hungry they are starving and Optimus is the only one that can feed him. He pulls out again faster this time and pushes in with a strong thrust, Megatron bites hard on his own derma when Optimus rubs harshly against his nodes. Optimus moves more exploring and trying to find more sensitive nodes on his valve.
The calipers tighten possessively when he pulls out again and Megatron snarls “HARDER!!”
Optimus increases the speed again and rubs as hard as he can on the nodes he knows are sensitive making Megatron arch and moan each time. His nemesis starts moving in a faster pace than even he is in, demanding to be penetrated even harder, Optimus obliges. He begins thrusting fast and hard against Megatron, each thrust earning him moans and whimpers from the mech, the valve growing pliant from the abuse. He slams so hard against the mech the noises of wet metal grinding grow incredibly loud, only then is Megatron satisfied with the pace.
Optimus can feel his overload reaching him, Megatron is nearing his as well, if the increase in whimpers and his intake hanging open to release steam is any indication. Optimus keeps a close optic to his expression, he really wants to see him overload. Megatron grabs his bringing him closer, Megatron tilts his helm to the side exposing his neck and all the sensitive wiring in it.
“Bite!” Megatron orders between moans.
Optimus moves forward and sinks his teeth into Megatron’s throat cables, the mech moans louder and squirms. Optimus feels his valve tighten, not yet overloading but close, Megatron can only whimper as he continues to slam into him. Optimus grins into his neck and bites again harder this time, earning an even louder moan, he feels Megatron shuddering in his arms and valve tightens hard around him, spilling loads of lubricant in his overload. Optimus overloads shortly after, filling his nemesis with transfluid. He is glad he was still biting Megatron or he would have moaned really loud.
Megatron vents harshly, Optimus watches his face carefully saving every tiny expression he makes and the purring sound his engines make after an overload. The servos behind him still holds tightly making sure he stays where he is, so they remain laid together venting loudly and taking each other in, Optimus holds him and keeps his face hidden in fear his expression might give him away.
When Megatron begins moving he fears it might be the end of their encounter, the warlord squirms a little and then raises his legs further, grunting in the process as the spike still inside him was moved around. Optimus moves away from his neck to look at his nemesis, Megatron raises his legs up to his shoulders in a incredible display of flexibility, that leaves Optimus shocked. This position has him even more open letting Optimus reach deeper Into his valve. Megatron leaves him little time to process that as he begins grinding on his spike again.
“More!” Megatron growls, his voice though still holding his usual might is lower and more tired from an overload.
He thrusts deep into Megatron, in the same quick and hard pace from before. His nemesis optics widen and he moans loudly, caught off guard by the sudden harsh thrust. The new position allows him to reach deeper nodes, he explores every single on of them making sure to bully his ceiling node in the process. Megatron stops meeting back on his thrusts and can only helplessly squirm under Optimus’ relentless assaults, his moans and whimpers feeding into every fantasy Optimus ever held, nothing can compare to Megatron.
The valve tightens a little and he has to hold back a moan, every brush of Megatron’s valve is a fight he cannot lose unfortunately for him Megatron in his entirety is irresistible and he knows he will give in eventually. His nemesis grabs him by the helm and pulls him down into a hot messy kiss, even more desperate than the first one. He continues fragging Megatron like a starving mech though their kiss. He rubs just the right nodes and the warlord moans into his mouth arching his back beautifully, he devours the noise with a smirk in his face, it seems he found his newest favorite spot on Megatron’s valve.
He rubs there again, Megatron moans louder and pulls out of the kiss, his optics are wide and bright like stars. He pulls back so he only has the tip of his spike in and then slams back inside him, making sure to hit the same spot. Megatron yells and his servos start making scratch marks on Optimus’ back, there’s lubricant growing at the corner of his optics and Megatron’s intake stays hanging open releasing puffs of steam. He makes shorter thrusts at the specific spot and Megatron continues to have the same reaction, Optimus smirks he must be really sensitive there.
The valve tightens again and Optimus actually moans this time his self restraint finally broken, to hide it he pushes hard against Megatron’s ceiling node making the mech moan louder. Optimus grinds hard against the soft valve, his intake hanging open as he vents harshly, he looks down at where they meet, this position allows him a great view of it. Megatron’s valve is stretched far to hold the spike inside it and how every thrusts makes transfluid and lubricant spill out from inside making a pool underneath them, the anterior node is blinking lonely above the spike. Optimus reaches out with a servo and begins rubbing it in time with his thrusts, Megatron shivers and whimpers at every movement Optimus makes, clearly close to his overload.
In a particularly hard thrust he hears Megatron moaning “PRIM- Anhh… Optimus~” his whole body shivers and he looks up at Megatron, his vents are short and quick trying to keep the rising temperature at bay, but it’s clearly not enough if the steam escaping from them is anything to go by.
He pushes another hard thrust and watches his face contort as he moans again “OPTIMUS! Ngh~ yessss”
Optimus feels his spark beating faster in its chamber, something about hearing Megatron say his name like that… he needs more! To make Megatron scream his name in overload. He leans down and bites Megatron’s neck so hard it’s bound to leave a mark. The warlord screams in pleasure arching his back, the valve clenches so harshly on him that he can’t help but moan against Megatron “Megaah- tron…” fortunately his moan is swallowed by Megatron’s much louder “AH! Optimus~”
He begins desperately chasing after his overload with quick hard thrusts on the soft pliant valve. Making sure to rub the node harder making Megatron squirm and whimper under him, his other servo uses the grip on his chest to pull him in time with the thrusts. He feels it when Megatron overloads, the valve clenches around him harshly and the lubricant squirted out of it but Optimus wasn’t done yet, he continued thrusting into Megatron, making him whine and whimper at the oversensitivity.
He overloads with one last thrust into the valve, the tip of his spike almost piercing the forge with the angle they’re at, at some point it must have opened but Optimus doesn’t give it any mind, too lost in pleasure to care. He spills his transfluid inside the greedy valve, when he is done he lays down on top of Megatron, venting heavily and feeling his frame heavy. Megatron holds him tight, venting heavily and shivering slightly at the sensitivity. He lets his legs fall down to the sides tired of holding such an odd position, he looks like he’s completely spent and yet his optics still burn bright with hunger.
“Hold me..” Megatron whispers to him, voice hoarse from moaning so much.
He releases the anterior node and uses both servos to hold on to Megatron tightly, their chests pressing together nicely. He lays his helm on Megatron’s shoulder and they stay like this for a while longer, trying to catch their vents again for more interfacing. Optimus sighs softly knowing he will have that sweet valve again, he pets Megatron’s arm and the warlord hums happily under his caress.
Megatron shifts and turns Optimus face to him, he stares at him for a minute and Optimus stays frozen in place, terrified at the idea of being discovered not because Megatron will attack but because he won’t get to frag him again. His nemesis sighs and rubs a thumb over his cheek, optics flying over his faceplate taking in every detail. The servo behind him caresses his back in a soothing way, their lazy post overload bliss doesn’t last long as Megatron begins grinding on his spike again, at this point Optimus is beginning to think the mech is insatiable, not that he is any better considering how much he wants this too. The servos return to gripping at his back, and Megatron locks his legs behind him too.
“more..” Megatron whispers, his voice is low and tired but his gaze is still just as intense and needy.
Optimus begins thrusting hard inside Megatron but it soon starts being too difficult to keep up, two overloads in a row have really drained him at this point, so he goes for gentler thrusts. Thankfully Megatron seems fine with it too, to be fair he looks like he would be fine with about anything as long as it includes fragging him into another overload.
Optimus pulls his spike out slowly until only the tip is inside and then pushes in a bit faster, Megatron meets back with the thrust with as much enthusiasm as before even if their pace is a bit slower. He raises his helm a bit so he can better watch his nemesis’ face while he frags him, it makes him notice that the area in his neck cables he bit before has a mark of his teeth in it. The thought that he just marked Megatron is intoxicating to him, so much he leans in and sucks around the bite mark. Megatron moans a soft “Anhh Op- timus~” right at his audio receptors.
That’s when he finally loses all of his self control, all those wonderful moans and whimpers chipped at his restraint until he could take no more, he is revitalized by the need to frag his nemesis so hard he will never forget his spike. He grabs Megatron hard and pulls him into a deep hard thrust, the mech yelps and his optics widen but he doesn’t fight it, he lets Optimus do as he wants. Optimus completely intoxicated by now continues pulling Megatron into each thrust, not pulling his spike more than halfway through before slamming back in full force with the help of the hold he has on Megatron, making both their frames meet with the loud sounds of wet metal against wet metal. The quick but rough thrusts are aimed to rub just at that sensitive spot he found before and each one makes Megatron moan in pleasure, getting increasingly more and more desperate as Optimus continues the punishing rhythm.
He kisses Megatron’s neck, then bites ferociously hanging on to it while he thrusts aggressively into his nemesis. Each thrust earns him more noise from Megatron that he can only drink in as if it was the highest praise ever given, the valve clenches weakly around him, callipers far too fragged to squeeze tightly around him but it still feels like a holy embrace when it does. He lets go of the bite leaving kisses behind and leans back a little watching his expressions, the way he opens his intake when he moans or how his optics shine brighter when he hits just the right spot.
Megatron doesn’t last long against his sudden onslaught, the mech cries out and overloads in Optimus arms again, his back arching out of the berth. The mech can only squirm while Optimus continues his relentless pursuit of his own overload, rubbing harshly against the valve again and again while the warlord can only whimper weakly trying to keep up. What drives him over the edge is the look on Megatron’s face, optics stated and tired, finally spent after 3 overloads back to back. Optimus overloads with a final thrust into the wet valve of his nemesis, the forge takes all his transfluid greedily with more then enough room for more, maybe after a break they could go for another round? He would love to fill him up, make sure his forge is completely filled with his transfluid alone.
“Out” Megatron mumbles to him looking down at their still joined frames, his voice far from commanding, sounding more like a whine than anything else.
Optimus pulls out slowly, they both groan at the sensitivity but he manages to pull out completely. He looks up at Megatron who is staring at the ceiling, optics dull and unfocused, he doesn’t look like he is thinking on much right now, much less using processor power to find out that the “clone” he just got fragged by isn’t a clone. The warlord shifts a little uncomfortably then pats the side of the berth.
“Lay here” Megatron speak inpatient his tired optics don’t even turn to him, Optimus wonders if this is how he acts after every frag.
Optimus lays down next to him, it’s a little awkward as he doesn’t know exactly which would be a good position, he ends up laying with his chest up on the berth, Megatron on his right. The warlord sighs and puts his helm on his chest closing his optics and taking a deep vent, his valve panel is still open and it drips with transfluid and lubricant on the berth. He watches as he gets in a comfortable position, holding onto him tightly and putting a leg over Optimus, once he is satisfied he finally allows himself to completely relax and Optimus watches as his frames sags on top of his.
It feels like a dream, to have Megatron laying peacefully on top of him cuddling his frame like it’s his only heat source. Only when his nemesis’ vents get slow and he finally falls into recharge does Optimus dare to move, he reaches a servo and slides it over his back, feeling his nemesis frame in an intimate way that he never thought he would. Fragging him relentlessly is one thing but being the one to hold him while he recharges is another, he rubs between his shoulders and feels the mech melt deeper into him, nuzzling into his chest in a adorable way, a word he never thought he would ever associate to his arch enemy.
His other servo goes up and he runs it over Megatron’s helm, wanting to feel more of the mech. This entire encounter not being enough to feed his want, only fanning the flames higher. Optimus shifts a little getting more comfortable, he is exhausted too and the urge to recharge next to Megatron is far too much. He feels how the frame vents deep and slow, Optimus relaxes along with him being dragged to recharge with his nemesis. He was just about slipping into recharge when he gets a comm, he startles up a little making Megatron grumble angrily.
::Optimus are you there?:: The message from jazz greets him, making him remember what got him in this situation to begin with.
::I’m here:: Optimus answers looking down at the frame of his nemesis, he has gone back to recharging peacefully.
::the guys told me you came to my rescue so I thought I should return the favor:: Jazz explains sending a coordinate inside the Decepticon base ::but you better arrive quickly, it’s getting crowded here::
:: I’m coming as soon as I can, I’m… kind of in the middle of something:: Optimus tells him but he really doesn’t know how is he supposed to get out of this.. situation, he rubs between Megatron’s shoulders, it’s not like he wants to go.
::better come soon or Soundwave will get me again:: Jazz finishes making Optimus sigh, a shame he can’t stay any longer. Me pets his nemesis’ helm, what he wouldn’t trade to have this moment last just a little longer, a shame that ‘the entire universe and all of the Autobots’ is too high of a price to risk this.
He squirms a little hesitantly pushing Megatron away from him, the mech’s arms hold him tighter and he frowns in his sleep like the thought of them separating bothers him even in his recharge. He sighs again, petting the mech’s helm, he doesn’t want to go either but he has to. He finally pushes Megatron off of him and gets up from the berth, his whole frame is still heavy and exhausted from their interfacing. He closes his spike panel and looks over Megatron’s sleeping, he is frowning slightly but still sleeping which is a good thing, his valve cover is still open leaving it exposed for Optimus to see. The plump lips look so inviting and the lubricant and transfluid dripping out of it makes for a holy sight, he almost reaches out to touch it again, maybe taste it in his intake, but he can’t which is infuriating.
He looks around and finds a clean rag, he uses it to clean himself as much as he can and then carefully cleans over Megatron, trying hard not to wake the mech wake up. It’s a bit of a sloppy and hasty work but he did his best without flipping or touching too much. He gives the mech one last look before making his way out with a defeated face.
Megatron wakes up with unfocused optics feeling his frame wonderfully sated after releasing his charge earlier with the clone, speaking of which. Megatron raises his helm and looks around lazily, it doesn’t seem to be anywhere in his room which is strange because he didn’t order it to go away.
He doesn’t think much on it, maybe he just ordered it to go away and doesn’t remember, he receives a comm call from Soundwave which is strange because he usually doesn’t call. His optics widen when he notices he lost several messages from his officer, he jumps up and takes the comm “Soundwave what’s the urgency!?”
“Optimus Prime: just escaped Decepticon base, Soundwave: doesn’t know how long he was here, Prime: possibly sabotaged Decepticon base” Soundwave speaks calmly more like he is reading a list of things than making a report on a possibly war ending threat.
“CALL EVERYONE AND TELL THEM TO SEARCH THE ENTIRE BASE, I WANT THEM TO FIND OUT WHAT HE DID” he shouts into the call, and there goes his good mood, Optimus really has a way of getting on his nerves.
“Soundwave: already did, Megatron: last to answer” he states with a disapproving voice “Decepticons: searched vital places for base functionality, nothing found so far”
Megatron sighs tired “than tell them to continue doing so” and shuts the comm call.
If he wasn’t here to destroy his base than what would Optimus be here for, the spy they captured escaped almost as soon as he arrived at their base so it couldn’t have been that, he looks around at his room not really searching for anything just to keep himself occupied when he notices something, the rag which had been clean is now very obviously not clean, which is strange because he is 100% sure he didn’t use that to clean himself. His optics widen and he freezes in place, of fragging course… it had to be Optimus’ luck to somehow pull something like that off. He hides his face plate in his servos, not sure if what he feels is embarrassment at not having realized or anger at being seen... like that, He settles for both.
“Damn you Optimus Prime!” He growls into the room, but no one answers because the coward fragging left! After fragging him! Literally!!!