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Forbidden Bond	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2813 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 11: Love is a battlefield

***Two days later, Cybertron***

Megatron was thoughtful.

Since their rescue on this planet two days ago, the warlord had spent a lot of time making sure his sons and bondmate were well taken care of, but with both Hook and Ratchet on the case, he really had nothing to worry about in that matter. If he was to be honest with himself, he would have to admit that he was worried about not only the sparklings, but Optimus as well. The Autobot leader was still recovering from the little wild trip they had to go through and the early delivery of the twins. And right Megatron couldn’t give a flying slag about the war or anything NOT related to his newborn sons and his now very much important mate.

And in a way, it was a great feeling. It was relaxing and warm, and it felt good to not worry about an entire army. When he left his quarters, he got to the medbay and got to his son’s berthside. The little crib they had been put in was specially crafted to hold premature protoforms like them, and they were curled in they sides, recharging peacefully, despite the way they came into the world not even two days earlier.

With a little smile, megatron extended a servo to touch their back, so tiny that he was able to cup the two of them with one single servo. They stir and cooed a little and it warmed the war-hardened spark of the warlord. He then turned to see someone standing in the doorway and watching him with intense optics, ice blue optics that were locked on him and unwavering.

Megatron returned the glare in such and asked, still caressing lightly the little sparklings.

“What do you want, Autobot?”

The mech that stood in the doorway took a couple of steps in the room and Megatron saw the Weapon Specialist, Ironhide, glaring at him with what looks like hatred, hurt and a deep sadness. He came closer and crossed his arms over his cest, his optics still locked on the large grey mech. They briefly left him to look at the crib and the two minuscule sprarkling recharging peacefully into their father’s touches, and another wave of deep hurt seems to cross his features.

“What have ya done ta him, ya worthless pile o’ scrap?! What have ya done ta make him love ya and wanna be with ya?! Ya must’ve played tricks on him for Optimus ta accept yer loads ‘o lies and willingly wants to… to…”

Ironhide then let out a hateful, hurting and slightly crazy howl of rage and launched himself at the silver mech, managing to hit him square across the faceand makes him stumble backward. He didn’t even care about the sparklings in the moment, those pit-spawned little parasite that linked HIS Optimus to this… this disgusting Moster! Maybe if they died – it was still possible because of their premature state – Optimus will be able to break the bond with Megatron and return to them… to him! Megatron was a though mech, but when he was hit square in the jaw by the strong Autobot, he stumbled backward and made the little crib he was still so close to fall with him and the sparkling, so tiny, so fragile and helpless, rolls on the floor with loud wails of distress and pain.

That made Megatron see red, and he jumped back on his pedes in time to see the sorrow and hatred-crazed mech about to willingly step on little Crimsonlight. The sparkling was curled tightly into a little ball, shaking with both the coldness of the floor and the sudden lack of much needed nutriments, as well as the fall itself. He launched himself at the mech with an inarticulate scream of rage and pushed him away from both sparklings just as Ratche t and Hook came in running.

“What in the Seven Levels of the Pit is going on here?!” Yelled them medic as he saw the trashed state of the room, but he didn’t spent more time wondering when he saw the toppled crib and the wiling and curling sparklings on the cold and unforgiving floor of the medbay. “By Primus, STOP FIGHTING! You’ll KILL the sparklings, you idiots!”

He ran and cupped the two infants in his hands as Hook lifted the crib back in place and rehooked the different wires and connections to the vital machineries needed to keep the sparklings alive. The Decepticon Medic quickly finished rehooking the crib and rolled it out of the way of the trashing, fighting mechs. Ratchet gently put them both down on the crib and tucked them in a warm heating blanket. They stopped crying but were still sobbing and hitching, and he caressed tiny foreheads with a finger.

Megatron managed to pin Ironhide down and was straddling his back, twisting his arms behind his back in a most painful way. The red Autobot was screaming nonsense and he trashed more, what only managed to maked Megatron held him tightly.

“CALM THE FRAG DOWN!!” he yelled and the sparkling resumed wailing at the loud sounds, their immature audios very sensitive. “Calm down or I tear your arm off it’s socket!”

He threatens again and then ratchet was there, and he knelt beside the two, slapping Megatron hard behind the head to shove him off Ironhide, and then knocking Ironhide unconscious briefly with a surgically precise strike on the neck. Only once that was done, he and Hook lifted the unconscious mech off the floor and laid him on a berth.

“I’ll strap him down if I were you! I don’t want that crazy sonuvaglitch nowhere near my sparklings! He tried to KILL them!” megatron said as he rubbed the back of his helm.

Ratchet looked awed and shocked at the revelation and then looked at the now peaceful looking Ironhide. What in the world?! No, that was not possible; Ironhide would’ve never done such a thing! But… he did saw him scream and trash like a berserk mech not evens a click before… And there was the matter of his long hidden love for Optimus to consider… Maybe, seeing the sparklings that were created from both Megatron and Optimus made him snap somehow.

But trying to KILL them? Innocent and helpless sparklings? That was so not like him… and really hard to believe if he had not seen it himself. He was about to step on Crimsonlight purposefully when they run in after all. With a deep sight, ratchet nodded to Hook, and the mech activated the restraints on the berth, pinning the red Autobot more efficiently then Megatron had a moment ago.

“Done. What happened here, my Liege? I didn’t see quite well in all the commotion. Was the Autobot trying to step on one of the sparklings?! That is quite unbelievable…”

“Yes, he was, and he knocked me and the crib off before that. He stormed in looking like he had lost it and started yelling and then hit me hard.” He then faced ratchet with deep, angered and very intimidating optics, narrowed to slits of red lights. “I want the fragger locked up and away from my and optimus’s sons! Who says he won’t try again? If it was up to me, I’ll have him executed for such an ignominious move!”

He moved a bit closer to the Autobot Medic and ratchet had his back stuck on the side of the berth Ironhide was resting on, looking uneasy and a bit worried. Megatron was a big and intimidating fragger for everyone… Especially for a mech almost half his size likes the white and red medic.

“Back off, Megatron! You can’t order me around! Optimus and Prowl alone can order me to do ANYTHING! And I won’t…!”

He was cut off by another, deeper voice coming from the doorway, covering both the yelling mechs and the wailing sparklings. Funny, Ratchet thought, I never noticed Optimus’s voice was so deep before… Optimus Prime was indeed standing in the doorway, looking around the trashed medbay with worried and curious optics, his arms crossed over his chest and his mask back in place. NAd he was looking pissed…

“What Happened here? Whay is Ironhide strapped down like this? Well?”

Ratchet looked a little ashamed for his outburst and then looked as megatron came to his mate and said something in his audio, whispering. The medic narrowed his optics, not liking this one bit, but said nothing. Finally, Optimus looked shocked and then deep anger flashed in his optics, and in a couple of long strides he was standing next the ratchet beside Ironhide’s berth. And he slapped the mech to wake him up. Ratchet almost jumped out of his plating when he did this, really shocked now, but Megatron had a satisfied little smirk plastered on his faceplates, looking smug and devious. Ratchet glared at him and the larger, grey mech winked at him mockingly.

“Wake up, Soldier!” Optimus said as Ironhide started to stir and his optics powered on again. “WAKE UP!” He yelled angrily again and the mech, now completely awake, winced in both worry and hurt at this.

“Optimus?...” he asked a bit groggily. “Wha…? Wha happens…? Why am I strapped down like dis?”

He pulled on his restraints and looked at Optimus with confused, hurt and worried optics, biting his lower lip in apprehension. And the Autobot Leader sent back an angry, very pissed and disappointed look.

“Why in the Pit did you tried to kill my Sparklings, Soldier?! WELL?” He asked out of the blue and Ironhide’s mouth fell open, then he looked deeply ashamed, and said nothing, shrinking into the berth as best he could. But Optimus yelled again, barely containing his rising anger and disappointment for his most loyal soldier. “I’m waiting, Ironhide. I want answers, soldier, now!”

Finally, Ironhide started to talk, to spit everything out like it was an unendig flow, and optimus looked more and more awed and shocked, as Megatron looked angrier, and even enraged, as the time passed. He was balling his fist at the end and if a look could kill, the mech would’ve been a pile of ashes. But Optimus’s expression had softened and he listened at the last bit of Ironhide’s confession.

“I thought than, if da sparklings weren’t der anymore, ya’ll be able ta break da bond with this no-good pile of scraps and… Well… I could’ve a lil chance… ‘M sorry, Prime, it was an awful thing ta do…”

Optimus looked both saddened and sorry for the mech because in the time that had gone since he had been kidnapped by Megatron, and then the horrible events in the Hawaïian Island with Starscream, and to top it all, the week or so they had sent together in a pit-forsaken wild world, his feelings towards his once-unwilling mate had changed. They had become stronger and deeper, and he felt like all this was meant to be for the very beginning. The bond, the sparklings, the trials and then the birth. And even this last trial… He briefly offline his optics and sighed deeply then put a gentle and friendly hand on Ironhide’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry for what you goes through, Ironhide, but I can’t break the bond, not anymore,and I don’t WANT to either. I…Well, I’m exactly where I was supposed to be from the very beginning, now I understand this. I was supposed to be bonded with Megatron, and I…” he sighed and looked briefly a Megatron, whom smiled back at him with this smug but softer expression on his faceplates. “I love him. No need to hide my face much longer, Primus damns it! I love the fragger. Truly, madly, deeply…”

Ironhide looked like he was stuck by a lightning then and fell silent and unmoving, mouth agape and optics wide. And then he turned away from Prime and the others, looking to the wall and closing from the outside. He didn’t want to hear anything else; it was just too much to handle for him. And his sanity already seems to play tricks on him since that entire ordeal had begun… It wouldn’t take much for him to lose it completely. That was just the last straw that was needed, and he knew it...

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***Later, Optimus’ and Megatron’s temporary quarters***

They decided to share a room. That was a conscious and logical decision from both of them. And when they got back here, Optimus immediately got to the berth and laid down, feeling exhausted again. He couldn’t believe Ironhide could’ve done such a thing! Killing sparklings? That was a Decepticon thing to do! And the confesion he made must’ve been horribly hard for him to do… He loved him for that long?! Incredible that he never noticed it until now… And very sad in a way because the mech never gathered the courage to tell him until it was too late.

Megatron was watching him sulk and look at the ceiling with lifted optic ridge and a concerned expression. He was a little shaken by what happened earlier, but he was hiding it better than his mate. The silver warlord never thought Optimus will ever admit out loud that he loved him. Not in front of other mechs, though. Or not even to himself for that matter, even if Megatron did admit his love for him when they were trapped on this remote and wild world Starscream dumped them on. He admits it openly and Optimus didn’t return the favor at the time and it hurts him deeper than he wanted to admit. He sighed and got closer, sitting on the berth next to Optimus. The red and blue mech turned to face him with an undecipherable expression behind this mask of him.

“Please, remove this thing when we’re here. You know that I hate to see you wear that mask!” he said tapping the platting softly, and Optimus sighed, then the mask’s catches opened with a ‘clic’ and the mask was release, revealing the beautiful features hidden below. “Ha, much better…”

Megatron leaned down and put a little kiss on his bared lips, and the mech stiffens at first, before kissing back a little shyly. He was not accustomed to this yet, such tenderness and attention from the silver Decepticon was very unsettling. And it was only when he knew they were alone that he allowed himself to be like this, and he opened the bond completely for him again, baaring his very spark. Optimus answered in such, opening his end of the bond as well.

“Optimus, why are you so tense? I won’t hurt you, you know…” Megatron asked as he filled the bond with many feelings and promises like he did before.

“It’s not because of you… I want to know what is to come now. I mean… we can’t exactly return at fighting each others like we did before, can’t we?”

He locked optics with Megatron, his expression deeply serious. The grey mech looked a bit surprised at first abut then saw the importance of settling this once and for all. What did he want to do once Starscream is beaten and he recovers his place as leader of the Decepticons here and on earth? He wanted to see his spakrlings grow in a safe and comfortable world, not in a war-torn Pit-Hole. This much was sure, but as for the rest… Could he and Optimus retire and let the rest of the factions continue the war?

No, that was not an option.

“I will make this treaty between our factions official. I don’t want our sparklings to grow surrounded by war. I want them happy and at peace…” He admitted in a softer then usual tune, his optics serious and thoughtful. “I grew tired and worn f this ages-old conflict even before we finally met on the battlefield, on this fateful day, and were trapped in that cave. I was hoping for a quick end on Earth, but even there it had been fifteen years since we arrived and no progress were made whatsoever. It’s…Unnerving, to say the least.”

Optimus listened with rising hope and a little joyful smile had crept his way to his features. He chuckled and put a hand on his mate’s cheek, stroking the harsh, angular features softly. And he could feel through the bond that he was being truthful, honest to the core, with those words. They were spark-bound and deeply thoughts.

“I feel the same way, and I was hoping for a peaceful end to this conflict ever since it started on Cybertron millions of Earth years ago. I just couldn’t see a way to that end until… until recently. Those sparklings are a blessing from Primus. They are what is fueling us to end this war once and for all! Can’t you see it was meant to happen from the beginning? The bond, the sparklings, and then all the trials and now… It can be over at last!”

The silver tyrant (or was he still?) nodded and leaned to kiss his mate more heatedly now, and Optimus didn’t hesitate to answer this time. He took the back of Megatron’s helm and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. After a moment, megatron was lying on top of his mate and lover and his hands were roaming his frame, finding all of the hot spots he already knew, making him squirm and moan under his ministrations.

“Megatron…” Optimus breathed as he returned to favor, making his mate arch and groan as his frame was heating fast.

“Mmm… My Optimus… You are so gorgeous.”

Optimus chuckled and kissed him again, deeper, glossa battling for dominance in the heated mouths. Megatron happily yields and let Otimus win the fight, invading his mouth and making him moan in satisfaction and content. Soon, they were overheating and cooling fans came online with a whirring sound. Optimus chestplates opened first and his blue, bright spark was pulsing wildly, wanting to join with his counterpart.

“Mmm… Mgatron, please…” he begged beautifully and then silver mech let his own chestplates pared, revealing a red, bright and pulsing spark. And with a click hi interface array revealed itself and he connected with his mate completely, cables finding their way to heated, sensitive ports. And spark energy flooded the connection, making the both of them arch and moaned loudly as overload was nearing.

When their spark met and merged again, they both cried out and crashed into overload after not even a breem, pent up energy exploding in a loop of pleasurable feedbacks from both the merge and the connection of the interface cables and ports. When it ebbed away finally, they were curled in the berth together, and Megatron was gently tracing the beautiful features of his mate, caressing the full lips with a thumb and the high, royal cheekbones.

“Megatron…” Optimus sighed in a low, satiated voice, curling more into him.

The warlord held him closer, and caressed his cheeks and lips again as he was fallijnng into recharge in his arms, and the last thought to cross his mind was that he’ll end this war once and for all. They deserved some peace and quiet after so much time warring pointlessly. As soon as Starscream was defeated and put down, he’ll end the war, and he’ll make all and every Decepticon follow his orders…

The Matrix’s prophecy will be fulfilled. The ages-old conflinc will be ended by Megatron’s and Optimus’ newborn sparklings…

-TBC-

Next chapter: Starscream return! The final battle will begins between the faction still loyal to Megatron and the Autobot’s alliance, and Starscream’s troops on Earth! Stay tuned!
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