Alright here you go *gently slides over*
Prologue:
Megatron opened his optics to the vast night sky above him. He checked his chronometer and let out a deep sigh.
Optimus stirred next to him once he’d felt his conjunx stir. “What time is it?” He asked, voice still thick with sleep.
“03:13.” Megatron told him. “That glitch is on the move.”
Optimus’ helm clunked on his chassis as he let out a frustrated sigh. “Let me-“
“Out of the question.” Megatron told him. Ignoring his conjunx’s protests, he gently untangled his Prime off him. “Beloved, I must be off.”
Optimus let out some words that would certainly have sent an uptight senator into a coma. Megatron, however, found it endearing.
He reached out and cupped his conjunx’s face. His digit stroked the metal under his optic soothingly, resulting in Optimus leaning into his touch. The weight was familiar, and one that felt so right to them both.
As he got up, Optimus caught his arm. “Please be careful.” He whispered.
“Am I ever not?” The warlord chuckled.
Optimus quirked an optic ridge at him.
“I’ll be careful.” Megatron promised him.
Bringing the scarred servo to his derma, Optimus pressed a kiss to his knuckles before relinquishing it. “I’ll be waiting.”
Strapping his sword to the back of his frame, Megatron blew him one last kiss before he transformed. He was loathe to leave the warmth of his Prime’s side, despite the insistent blinking of the bounty hunter’s location pinging his HUD.
He lingered for a nanoklik, watching as his conjunx settled back down. Blue optics gleamed in the darkness, slowly shuttering as Optimus battled recharge. Despite his wish to remain online and watch his conjunx leave, his frame couldn’t grant his request. Countless cycles of running had finally taken its toll on him.
Megatron waited until they’d closed before he took off. Soon, all that was left was a trail of dust billowing in the wake of the silent monstrous tank speeding towards the horizon.
