Optimus Prime who has his newest recruit splayed out on his desk, sweetly allowing him to keep abusing their valve with something that should not fit inside.

His newest, most eager to prove themself recruit, because they want to distance from the horrific reputation of their former commander. The recruit that walks like Megatron, talks like Megatron, and has even unknowingly picked up a few mannerisms that have come to haunt Optimus from the past. Prime blames it on the poor thing being exposed to that violent mech for so long, they have no idea that they're doing these things, it's not on purpose.

Optimus doesn't know what possessed him to act this way, he's not one to jump other bots like this. Maybe it was the gradual build up of stress. Maybe it was the extensive boredom from staring at datapads all day. Maybe it was the conversation about the new recruit's time with the war-lord digging up old memories, but it definitely couldn't have been the way the new recruit had laughed, and how eerily similar it had looked and sounded to a younger version of his archenemy. So uncanny to the same version he'd used to call his good friend so sickeningly long ago.

Even while pounding into the closest thing he'll ever get to what he wants, he feels guiltier and guiltier the longer he thinks about it. They have no idea.