#megapactor

PWP, just some needy bottom Megs, strength kink with a sprinkle of yearning.

There’s nothing worth seeing here. A miner’s lights were low-powered, only illuminating as much as was necessary to dig the right surface. So deep inside the planet there was no point in wasting energy to light the place up. Many miners invested in infrared vision anyways.

Still Impactor wanted a bright paintjob. No one would see it where he spent most of his time. But he still wanted it. And what he wants, he gets. ---

When Megatron learned that Impactor chose his paintjob himself, it finally made sense to him. Of course no miner was built with such tacky colors. The little thing puzzling him was finally resolved. He even teased the other miner about it, but overall he was awed. He hadn’t thought of such self-expression. Colors, out of all the modifications a miner could get, Impactor had chosen colors as his go-to.

It was admirable. The deep purple and stark yellows would etch themselves into Megatron’s memory forever, even if he didn’t know it yet.

He could see Impactor well enough in the light of his datapads in their room, and in the bright lights of the surface whenever they went out. Impactor wasn’t an attention-seeker, he gained it naturally. Just by being himself, he had a way of attracting people to himself.

It took a while until Megatron realized that dried energon wasn’t very visible on the purple paint.

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“Impactor! Where did this come from?” Megatron’s worry was audible. He held Impactor’s arm, hand on a dried splotch of blood. 

The purple miner scoffed, looking away, “that one’s weeks old. This I got yesterday,” he pointed to his hip and sure enough, there was slightly lighter stains. This did nothing to ease Megatron’s worry.

“How long have you been getting these without me noticing?” Much to Impactor’s dismay, Megatron wasn’t angry. He was sad. And that was worse.

“Since before we knew each other. C’mon, it’s not a big deal. They’re just cuts and splatters. I’ll be fine.”

“This is not fine. Impactor, please, if you get hurt, let me know.”

He couldn’t say no to the look Megatron gave him.

“Ugh, fine fine. I’ll tell you, but only if you don’t freak out,” he conceded and gave a pout to the gray miner. He got a small smile back.

“Now, let’s go get these off. The washracks are still open,” Megatron pulled Impactor with him, and Impactor had half a mind to resist. Whatever, might as well get cleaned up. It didn’t bother him.

Swerves biggest pet peeve nowadays? When people hit on or simp for his carrier. Even his own sire, AKA Impactor.

So when the wreckers (Blurr is there and Swerve avoids that mess entirely) board the lost light for a bit, and Impactor tries to get cushy with Megatron after a bit (they have to talk first) and starts flirting with the former warlord? Swerve is behind him ready to spike-block that mf every chance he gets. Impactor corners Megatron when he’s leaving the bridge? Swerve suddenly pops up behind him to ask Megatron if he wants to come try the new drink hes made because he really wants to spend time with his carrier. Megatron chilling at Swerves and Impactor offers him a drink? The bars namesake comes and ‘accidentally’ spills his tray of drinks on Meg’s so he has to go shower off, not without a promise of free drinks and snacks next time.