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Regrets of the Day	By : Ozphoenix Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2475 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Regrets of the Day

By Phoenix

EARTH – Autobot City

Ultra Magnus was sleeping comfortably, knowing today was his regular day off, and he had all the time he wanted to sleep in. A rare luxury. He only had one day off during a standard Earth week. Unlike Optimus, he was most definitely not an early riser.

The dawn light had just appeared at the panoramic window above his bed but he ignored it and began to roll over onto his other side –

:CRUNCH:

“Oi! Owww......” A male voice ruptured the room’s silence.

Magnus froze, optics moving into wide alert mode – there was someone in his bed! And damn it, he had a monster headache. His thoughts stopped abruptly. There was also an actual *monster* in his bed~!

“Rodimus!!” he squeaked in a very un-Magnus like voice, lifting his upper body onto one straight arm while he stared at the horrible apparition in his bed.

The long, sculpted, red/orange gorgeous body of the Autobot
Co-commander was stretched out next to his on the bed. One of Rodimus Prime’s optics opened grumpily. Just like Magnus, he appreciated rare sleeping in time too.
“Mmmm, what?” Rodimus’ sultry mouth quirked a little, the side of his face pressed into the hand lying on his pillow.

Magnus just stared, optics roving over Rodimus’ body. “You’re not a femme~!” he gasped.

Rodi grunted and smiled sleepily, “Gee, I’m glad you’re around to tell me these things Mags,” he raised a hand and tapped the end of Magnus’ nose lightly. Magnus pulled his head back sharply and then regretted it when the throbbing in his head tripled. “Now go back to sleep, studly. Day off, remember?” With that Rodimus turned onto his other side and curled up happily.

The mass headache in his head made it hard to think and Magnus was incredibly tempted to shrug, roll over, and continue sleeping – but he couldn’t. It was coming back to him in a haze of pleasurable sadistic memories.

He remembered the drunken silly come-on pass he’d made to his ‘drinking buddy’ in the bar.

He remembered being shocked when Rodimus wholeheartedly accepted it and eagerly touched lips with his.

He remembered the way his body had so happily reacted to the intimate attention. The way the pair of them had stumbled and dragged each other to Magnus’ apartment and the wonderful interfacing they’d gotten up to once they had clambered onto the City Commanders huge bed. He could clearly recall the feel of Rodimus’ mouth between his legs and surrounding his interface. It had been absolutely incredible. And so wrong.

And ohmygod he’d remember the total mortification he was feeling now for the rest of his disjointed *life*...............

“Oh no.....” he groaned. His torso fell back onto the bed and he squashed his face into both his hands, moaning pathetically.

“Are you alright?” Rodimus asked, turning his head over his shoulder to fix Magnus with a curious stare.

“NO! Owww, shit - ” Magnus snapped back, sitting up again and cradling his face in one hand.

Rodimus looked at him. His optics blinked slowly. “Oh. Too much energon. Right. Lie back down and take it easy. It’ll fade soon, I’ll get you something in a minute.”

“Its not. The headache. Rodimus.” Magnus growled from his clenched jaw. He refused to look back at his friend, instead he fixed his gaze on the far wall, and then groaned again when he remembered staring at that exact same spot in pure rapture when Rodimus Prime had made him come for the third time that night. No femme he’d ever been with had that sort of skill. It made him uncomfortable. Very uncomfortable.

Slowly, wincing at the pain in his head, he dropped his legs over the side of the bed and gingerly perched on the edge.

“You look like you’ve got a headache. Don’t deny you drank too much.” Rodimus chided him, trying to keep the mood light. Magnus hardly ever drank in excess, but Rodi was now aware of how badly Magnus was taking the reality of what they did last night. He watched as Magnus carefully picked up his discarded male covering from the floor and fitted it on. Rodimus didn’t want to push the issue so he covered up too, even though he’d much rather lie down and continue sleeping.

He decided to leave. Trying to talk to Magnus and help him get over his insecurities when he was stricken with a headache and a first-rate guilt trip was not going to work. He’d catch up with him sometime this afternoon.

“Seeya Mags, I better get going, and, um, thanks.” Rodimus got up and paused next to the bed. “Can we talk later?” he asked. Magnus was still refusing to look at him.

“Maybe,” Magnus murmured softly. He didn’t know how to deal with this, but he knew he couldn’t totally brush Rodi off after how hard he’d worked last night to make sure Magnus enjoyed himself. Three climaxes, holy Primus....

The second the door swished shut behind Rodimus’ way-too-cute ass, Magnus whimpered and sagged back on the bed. (How in the hell could I allow that to happen? *This* is why I don’t drink like the others do! I shouldn’t have let myself go like that. But......but......) he covered his face with his hands,
(I enjoyed that. I liked what he did, and I wish to god I knew how to handle it now.)

He didn’t want to walk the City’s corridors just yet and try to face the other bots who had seen him and Rodi staggering around with their hands all over each other. It wasn’t taboo for males to like each other, or have intimate relationships. It certainly wasn’t a ‘weird’ thing like the humans treated it. A lot of mechs had relationships, it was fairly normal considering how few femmes there were. But Optimus Prime had innnocently cultivated the ‘image’ that the top officers had femme relationships only. And Magnus had also been previously known as a femme-only bot.

(God! Op will bust a circuit. He’ll never be so easy with me again.) Magnus grimaced, picturing the pair of them pouring over plans in their monthly meetings and seeing Optimus carefully pull back whenever he got close to brushing Magnus’ metal.

Finally, his headache convinced him to go back to sleep. His head throbbed less when he got horizontal. He didn’t have the will to get up and fetch an anti-pain shot from his desk....

*~*

Sleeping wasn’t much of a relief.

His dreams snatched onto his vivid memories and made many fun escapades out them. Poor Ultra Magnus dreamed he was laid out on the huge table in the room where the Command staff held their meetings, and all the staff were watching a very naked Rodimus stand between Magnus’ thighs and alternately suck Magnus’ stiff bare-to-the-world interface then straighten up and leisurely rub his hard interface sweetly against the underside of Magnus’ bulging hard pole. He even casually held a serious conversation with Kup while he merrily thrust his crotch repeatedly against Magnus’ and merely raised his voice when Magnus cried out and began ejaculating. His come poured over Rodimus’ chest, down his thighs and some ejaculate landed on the reports in the hands of the other officers.

The conversations only paused for a second in the aftermath of Magnus’ post-climax panting, then continued while Rodimus pulled up a chair, sat down and began lovingly massaging the City Commanders limp & soggy interface.

He awoke nervously from that dream, realising he’d made a mess inside his covering, but his headache seemed to be disappearing.

He fell back asleep and this time had a dream where he was at home and was juggling little baby energon bottles with one hand while trying to hold at bay a small crowd of what looked like baby Rodimus look-a-likes. The baby bots clawed at his legs crying they were hungry, while Magnus held the bottles out of their reach and tried to make his way through the swarm into the lounge room.
Magnus looked down at the babies with horror when his dreaming CPU presented him with the idea that perhaps him and Rodimus could start up a little Autobot family just like this.

He screamed outright when a blissfully happy Rodimus breezed into the room, gave him a peck on the cheek, then presented his round belly to Magnus for observation and proudly proclaimed, “Sweetie, there’s another one on the way! Primus must love us to gift us like this! And god I’m horny, how about a quick shag?”.

*~*

“MAGS !”

The yell failed to penetrate Magnus’ sleeping audio’s. Neither did the screaming apartment buzzer. Standing outside the front doors, Springer frowned. He knew better than to use the one com channel that would get a response out of Magnus. The emergency ‘the-Cons-are-attacking-right-now!’ channel.

Springer had passed Rodimus at midday, heading outside for what looked like a day of madcap driving, lucky thing. Rodimus had given Springer’s curious look a knowing smile and a quick double thumbs up. Springer had almost dropped his filepad. Fortunately, the human diplomat following on his heels missed the quick exchange and didn’t ask questions. After Springer had ditched the VIP at his destination, he snatched a break and turned up at Magnus’ door. But the City Commander wasn’t answering.

After querying Metroplex that yes, Magnus was actually in there, and no, he wasn’t dead or in a coma, Springer went back to banging his fist on the door.

“MAGNUS~! Let me in or I’ll start yelling my personal questions through the DOOR!” Springer yelled, then listened to his voice get bounced around the halls of the living quarters building. One curious head popped out a door, then pulled back upon recognising Springer.

“ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Springer froze upon hearing what was obviously a torrid, full-throated Ultra Magnus scream. Then he smiled. Perhaps Rodimus had returned and was giving Magnus more of his willing attention?

*~*

Magnus gasped from the scream he’d let forth, then sobbed, and squashed his face into his pillow.

“SIR- are you requiring medical attention? Do you require security?” Metroplex’s deep grinding voice floated around his apartment.

“Noooo.......” Magnus mumbled.

Metroplex shut up. He didn’t speak much. He intensely respected the privacy of the ‘bots who inhabited his city.

“Mags~!”

Magnus heard Springer at the door and sighed. He knew that Springer knew what he’d done. But it was boss’s perogative not to answer people if the boss didn’t want to, right?

“Open the damn door, willya?! Maaaaaags!”

He’d better let him in, just not in the bedroom. It was a bit......stained. A cleaning droid would be a great idea. He lurched off the bed, whacked the bedroom door closed as he exited and walked unsteadily across the loungeroom to the door. His headache was almost at nil level, however his systems were still catching up on getting his body under complete control from the energon excess. He let the front door open and lowered his gaze a fraction to meet Springers scrutinising optics.

“You were screaming for me? Sorry, I didn’t realise. I thought you and Arcee were doing the animal thing in the hallway,” Magnus said.

“Nuh uh, wasn’t that, I read the memo you sent round about naughty stuff in the hallways,” Springer nudged Magnus aside with his shoulder and dumped himself on a couch.

Magnus wiped a hand over his face and sighed, “Look, uh, Spring, I’m not really up for a conversation right now;”

“Just tell me this – you and Rodimus were together last night, right? Lovey dovey on the ‘ol recharge bed, eh?” Springer chirped brightly, grinning.

Magnus looked horrified. “Its out already?!”

“Hmmm, sort of. There’s a few rumors floating around. I passed Rodi and he gave me a huge grin and thumbs up. I just wanted to confirm that.....” Springer waggled his fingers around he was so excited. “I’ve got to get back. We’ll catch up later, ok?” Springer jumped up, excited. “But hey, don’t give yourself a smacking over it. I know what you’re like Mags. Just chill!” Springer said consolingly, seeing the despondent expression on his Commanders face.

“When was the last time you heard of two *male* sub-commanders getting together in Autobot history, Springer?” Magnus said meekly as Springer swept past him. Springer stopped and slid him a sideways glance.

“It hasn’t happened that I know of. But then ‘bots don’t publicise it, you can’t be sure Mags. And please stop punishing yourself! Yeesh! Rodimus appeared to enjoy it, and I’m sure as heck you did too. Right?” Springer burst out.

Magnus gave the barest of nods.

“Ok then!” Springer gave him a quick slap on the shoulder and raced out, leaving Magnus to watch the chronometer and miserably count down the earth hours until he had to appear out of his quarters and back on duty........

*~*

CYBERTRON – Hall of Records

Optimus Prime stared at the library screen. (Maybe I didn’t read that right), he thought, frowning. He refreshed the information but the email stayed where it was. Another email popped up underneath it as well. With the same subject topic. Both emails were from Kup. Optimus looked around, noting the absence of other ‘bots close by. There was another mech, but he was way down the other end of the endless record room.

Prime normally checked his general email facility several times a day, whereever he was. He accessed any nearby terminal, retrieved his mail, and went about his business. But what he had just read wasn’t normal.

“This isn’t right......” he murmured, clicking Kup’s email and reading it again.

{Optimus,

There is a rumor spreading around down here which I believe you should have some notice of. Magnus and Rodimus got over-energised last night and the rumor is they slept together during the night.

Kup.}

Optimus frowned. Rumors were an accepted (but not liked) part of the army. With so many ‘bots stationed close together in often not ideal conditions, gossip was unavoidable. Usually they could be counted on as being absolutely wrong. The usual idea was “if its a rumor, its wrong”. Rumors such as ‘Wheelie’s parents were a tampon dispensor and a microwave’ were quite obviously wrong (and more meaningful once most of the Autobots had found out what a tampon was). But occassionally a rumor was right. Rumors involving Rodimus were more usually half-truths. Perhaps a drunk Rodimus had merely passed out on the floor of Magnus’ quarters?

Optimus opened the second email.

{Sorry, by slept together I mean, they *slept* together. In one bed. Very closely.

Kup.}

Optimus smiled. Kup had never been very good dealing with intimate situations. So obviously, he meant Rodimus and Magnus had.........oh Primus.....

“WHAT~~!!!!!” Prime leapt up, mouth hanging open behind his mask. His cry resounded through the hall and he quickly slapped his butt back down in the chair. “Oh Primus, oh god. Oh *shit*.” Optimus reverted to using one of Spike’s choice earth swear words. He tapped out a reply and fired it off to Kup.

{You can’t be serious. This is not a funny rumor, Kup.

Optimus.}

He sat nervously behind the terminal, optics scanning for any sign of someone approaching. His email beeped. A new email had arrived, but it wasn’t from Kup.

{OPTIMUS! Is it true? Magnus got one up the tailpipe? By *Rodimus*?!

Ms. C.}

“Oh no.....” Optimus groaned. Chromia had heard already. He sometimes wondered if that femme’s main function was getting into all the gossip about the place and passing it on. Chromia would find this one particulary amusing. She and Magnus had a short-lived fling a thousand or so years ago and she had declared him to be ‘very capable but not very inventive’.

Another beep signalled another email. Prime sighed. He wasn’t going to be left alone to deal with this.

{Without talking to Ultra Magnus myself, I cannot confirm or deny the rumor. Rodimus has been uncontactable. His day off.

Kup.}

Optimus gave a half-chuckle. Kup would never march up to Magnus, poke a finger in his chestplate and demand an answer about what he’d done with Rodimus last night. The dreaded email perked up again with another new email.

{Please tell me I can order Chromia to shut it. I believe Rodimus has a wonderful new way of keeping his sub-officers in-line, but it can’t be true. Not that Magnus could do with a bit of adventure, of course.

Ironhide.}

The tiniest of giggles escaped from behind his mask before Optimus stopped it. Ironhide and Magnus had never gotten along. It wasn’t outright hatred, but if one could find something to pick on about the other, they usually did. (Ironhide must be getting rust on his cheekplates about this....) Optimus grinned, picturing his old friend crying tears of happy lubricant upon being told of Ultra Magnus’ “new experience”.

Optimus knew no one would think the worse of Rodimus for being with a mech. It was regularly said that Rodimus would hump a lawnmower if nothing else was available. And he knew most of the Autobot population would classify Ultra Magnus as being only one step above a lawnmower in the interfacing department.

(Primus help me.......) Optimus shunted his elbows onto the table and closed his hands over his face, sighing deeply. If he thought the fall-out from the Matrix incident was bad, this was going to be far, far worse.

Why did Magnus always get himself involved in the most embarrassing causes??

*~*

EARTH – Autobot City

Ultra Magnus sat at his desk nervously. He hadn’t yet opened his terminal. He’d sneaked into the city’s main areas to his office before the sun had risen. Only a few ‘bots were around but thankfully they were the type who kept to themselves and didn’t bother him with funny glances or haughty remarks.

Rodimus had come to his door last night, but Magnus had been too afraid to talk to him. He’d at first tried to act like he wasn’t in, but quickly realised you couldn’t cheat when Metroplex was quite happy to tell the Autobot Co-Commander that Magnus was inside ‘hiding’.

His door beeped. Dammit, when was he going to be allocated a secretary bot? He *really* wasn’t up to talking to anyone today......
Grumbling, he moved to answer it – and was confronted by a small crowd of young, pretty and irrovocably smiling femmes!

“ARgggghh~!” he stepped back, optics blinking madly. The femmes all looked at him curiously. A few saluted, some stared at him with big grins and others shyly studied the ground at their feet. A dark green, tall and wide-shouldered femme at the front of the crowd perked up, “Um, excuse me, we were told to report to the City Commanders office? Is this it?”

“Uh, erm, yes.” Magnus squeaked.

Some of the femmes frowned. They weren’t impressed with their first look at the ‘legendary’ Ultra Magnus. They surmised that if this was the calibre of officers the Autobot army had to offer then perhaps they had better find the Decepticon recruitment office.

“Dammit!” Magnus growled, remembering the briefing on the new allotment of femmes arriving from Cybertron. They had been hyped up as being the first lot of new femmes to arrive.
Some of the femmes took a step back and looked wary at his growl. One in the back giggled raucously. Magnus frowned, “Wait here,” he instructed, and stalked back into his office. He paged Rodimus and attached an ‘urgent’ flag to it.

Rodimus appeared on his comlink. “They’re here?!” he gasped, mouth agape in the widest, most excited grin Magnus had seen on his face yet.

“Yes,” Magnus grated. “Now why don’t you come down here and take them for a nice tour of your recharge bed – uh, er, a tour of the *city*. Yes, thats it, the city.”

“Aww, now Mags, you aren’t trying to make a huge bunch of gorgeous sexy femmes come between you and me after the wonderful night we had together, are you?” Rodimus grinned and ‘batted’ his optics at the City Commander.

“Yes please!!” Magnus crowed.

“Oh, well, if you insist! Tell the little darlings I’ll be there soon. Y’know this is your job, but I don’t mind taking over for you when it involves femmes.” Rodimus perkily saluted and cut the comlink.
Magnus groaned and soundlessly beat his forehead on his desk, muttering about all the horrible things he could do to Rodimus.

Rodimus Prime duly arrived to sweep the excited femmes away. Nearly all of them were totally wrapt over the idea of being with the ‘famous’ Rodimus. Most knew him by his amorous reputation. Some of the femmes trailing along behind the group did manage to cast some curious glances back at Magnus, who had poked his head out the door to see them leave. Magnus ducked back inside.

“Shit........” he muttered. Now there was a brand new bunch of femmes to avoid over the whole ‘Rodimus’ thing.

His monitor beeped. He plonked himself back down at his desk. There was an incoming message, and it was rather large. As the message arrived his computer began to open it........

“What the.....^%$#@!&^*!!!” Magnus exclaimed. It was the latest edition of the Universal News (digital comlink version), and right there on the gossip page was a small picture of him and Rodimus in a drunken hug. Underneath the pic was a short article with the title;

-TOP RANKED AUTOBOTS IN SEX SCANDAL –

Magnus sat gasping, his hands distorting the armrests of his chair his hold was so tight. Furiously, he quickly scanned the article. It was very low on information and very high on gossip. It said that a rumor was going round the Cybertronian Autobot ranks that Ultra Magnus (Earth, Autobot City Commander) and Rodimus Prime (Earth, Autobot Co-Commander) had been involved together in an explicit sex romp. It slowly occurred to Magnus that this Digi News Magazine was sent around the galaxy and several neighbouring ones.

At this point Magnus slammed the controls to his office doors so the security blast doors crashed shut and would not open again without his approval. Then he crawled under his desk, folded himself into as small a robot-sized ball as he could manage and stayed there......

*~*

Rodimus Prime strode down the administrative corridor, a nervous but grim Optimus Prime following him. Kup and a few assorted followers hung around at the end of the corridor, awaiting the outcome of the confrontation. A confrontation which was so bad it required both Autobot Commanders strict attention.

The mechs stopped before a set of solidly sealed doors.

“Your sure he’s in there?” Optimus asked, looking back down the corridor at the choice crowd of Autobots.

“Yep.” Rodimus said shortly.

“You don’t think he’s left, instructed Metroplex to say he’s still here, and then emigrated to another galaxy on the other side of the universe?” Optimus asked, turning to run a scrutinising optic over the doors.

Rodimus sighed, “He’s in there.”

“But, Metroplex is under his command, you know. Even if it was a lie, he could still-”

“Op, will you listen to me?! He’s in there! He’s been in there for 3 days! He hasn’t gone anywhere, ok?!” Rodimus growled. He was irritable. He felt like this was yet more blame on his shoulders for his inadequate personal skills. If he hadn’t been so cocky as to think he could bed Ultra Magnus and merely think it would be cute, they wouldn’t be in this mess. And half the galaxy wouldn’t be laughing behind their backs.

“Magnus....??” Optimus rapped on the door with one hand, “Open the door. Its Optimus.”

Rodimus grimaced, “Oh yeah, that’ll work.”

Surprisingly, it did. The doors creaked open, enabling Optimus to open the thinner interior doors and enter the room.

“Magnus?” Optimus looked around not seeing anything.

Suddenly a hand popped up from under the far side of the desk and smacked the door controls. Rodimus swore and jumped back to miss being crunched by the rapidly closing doors. He was locked out in the corridor.

Optimus sighed and carefully leant over the desk. “Its alright, its only me in here now. Come out, Magnus.”

Ultra Magnus peeped over the desk with shrewd but wary optics then removed himself from his little ‘nest’ under his desk. Optimus shook his head and dropped his rear into the nearest chair while he eyed off his friend. Magnus looked like shit. His colors were faded and the malleable metal of his face was stiff and off-grey.

“Would you like to tell me whats going on?” Optimus asked.

“Can I resign?” Magnus blurted, “This is intolerable. I can’t be doing anybody any good. I’m a waste of a soldier-”

Prime held up a hand. Magnus shrugged and sank into his own chair. Optimus spoke, “Now look, what you’ve done isn’t a crime, its not a court martial, and its not worth treating yourself like this!” Optimus pointed a finger at him.

Magnus cringed. “B-but....”

“What would you do if Galvatron had started a rumor about you like this?” Optimus suggested.
Magnus looked indignant, “Stick a rifle in his rear and pull the-”

“Yes, exactly.” Optimus interrupted with a little smirk. Magnus wasn’t a lost case yet.

“Rodimus isn’t Galvatron, and it isn’t only a rumor.” Magnus spoke slowly. He kept ducking his gaze back down to his desktop, nervous about being optic-to-optic with Optimus on a topic like this.

“I know, I know.” Optimus sighed, and rocked his chair back and forth. “You and Rodimus are not the only officers to do this.”

“We’re not??”

Optimus smiled smugly, “No. Actually, I think Kup is the only mech who hasn’t ever gone near another mech, if you know what I mean.”

“What?” Magnus looked confused.

Optimus stretched his legs out and folded his arms, “I’ve done it myself.”

“WHAT!!”

“Not so loud Mags, I know this office is soundproof, but I don’t want rumors about *us* to get started.” Prime chuckled. Magnus looked like he’d just swallowed a screwdriver. His jaw hung open.

Optimus stood up and gestured for Magnus to stand. “Now why don’t you go out, find a nice femme, and start making new, *different* rumors about yourself, hmm?” Prime clapped him on the shoulder. “Chromia delights in telling me about what you two got up to.”

“Oh. Ummm. O-okayyy...” Magnus started to walk apprehensively towards the door. Optimus stopped him.

“Just one thing. Can you do me a favor?” he asked.

Magnus narrowed his optics, puzzled, “What sort of favor?”

“Kiss Rodimus on the cheek as you pass him out the door? Kup will be watching. I’m sure he’ll faint. And Rodimus, well, I need to give him payback for some of the things he’s played on me. He’s not in a good mood at the moment. Surprise him.”

Magnus thought it over for a few secs then quirked a smile. “Sure thing.” He started towards the door again and stopped. “Uh, what about the, ah, ‘sex scandal’ article?”

Optimus chuckled, “Don’t worry about that. I’ve already made sure there’s a new and much more interesting rumor which will make sure everybody forgets about you.” He looked wistful. “And I believe the staff at that awful publication will be needing to take long holidays too......”

Magnus gave him a blank look. “Oh.”

“Right, lets go, and don’t forget to smooch Rodi.” Optimus gave Magnus a little push. The City Commander exited the room and went straight up to a puzzled Rodimus Prime. Magnus spied the group of onlookers down the corridor, and Kup was among them. Magnus shrugged, leaned forward and gave Rodimus a sweet kiss on the cheek.

Optimus rejoiced at seeing Kup with such a shocked expression it looked like his face would never return to normal. Rodimus too looked rather shocked, his mouth was open in a little ‘o’.

“THATS NOT A KISS! DO IT PROPERLY~!” A very indignant female voice yelled loudly from down the corridor.

The leaders turned to see the femme Arcee with one hand on her hip and a ‘I’m-not-impressed’ look on her face. A smirking Springer was standing at her side. Kup still looked like he needed to sit down. The other ‘bots were variously amused and surprised at the kiss.

Ultra Magnus stared at them all, thinking the situation really couldn’t get any worse. He was about to stomp back into his office when he got hit by a brilliant idea. He turned back grabbed Rodimus, swooned him over one arm and gave a kiss that would’ve had Scarlet O’Hara blushing. And that wasn’t all!

As gasps and shocked exclamations came from the audience, Magnus
left a dizzy and giggling Rodimus behind as he advanced down the corridor towards Arcee and Springer.

Arcee’s optics went wide and she stumbled backwards, not knowing what Magnus was after but with such a huge mech bearing down on her with serious intent, it couldn’t be good! Especially after her flippant remark. She ducked behind Springer but Magnus grasped her arm, gently pulled her back, laid her back over his arm and gave forth his *second* swooning kiss of the day!

“HEY~! Thats my femme! Piss off!” Springer slapped the occupied Ultra Magnus in the back of the head, but Arcee didn’t appear to mind the intimate attention from her Commander. Her hands clutched at his shoulders and she moaned happily.

Magnus finally set her upright. He ducked under the punch Springer aimed at his head and swiftly sought refuge in his office. Arcee stood with a dreamy expression, ignoring Springer’s annoyed spluttering.

Optimus laughed hard. He knew his email and comlink were going to be overloaded for weeks with the gossip over that one.

Kup rushed up, “You can’t let this sort of thing go on!” he shrieked, stabbing one finger in Prime’s shoulder.

“Can and will, Kup. Since when did a little kissing hurt anyone?” Optimus replied sweetly. He turned to leave and caught a recovering Rodimus eyeing off the aggravated Kup.

“Awww, did widdle Kupie miss out on his widdle kissy wissy? C’mere! You can’t say I never let my troops go begging!” he lunged at Kup who screamed and ran down the hall pretty damn fast for a senior citizen ‘bot . The crowd parted to let him through and Rodimus jogged slowly after him.

END!
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