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The two mechs sat on the floor in the habsuite — well, Magnus’ habsuite specifically.. Megatron doesn’t really like having other members inside of his own room. It just feels… too confidential. So he’s grateful that his amica doesn’t mind letting him hang around here, even for a little while. It’s not like he wouldn’t let Magnus into his own room—he just feels more comfortable being in Magnus’ than his own.
And the idea of the blue mech seldom letting anyone else into his habsuite except for Megatron gives him a faint tingle in his tanks — barely noticeable, but it’s never gone.
He wouldn’t be so open with the other bot about this, but he likes being in Magnus’ habsuite. He doesn’t know how else to put it, but he’s certain of one thing: he feels safe.
Despite their dynamic being adjacent to law and rebellion, despite Ultra Magnus being the enforcer of the Tyrest Accord, and Megatron basically being the very embodiment of everything that broke it; Megatron never felt judged by Magnus, not since they became more familiar with each other. Magnus understands and acknowledges Megatron’s change as a mech, and Megatron admires how the larger mech seems to have an almost infinite amount of discipline. He likes a lot about Ultra Magnus. But if you were to ask him what he's most intrigued about Magnus, it would be his ideology.
Magnus is consistent, principled, and uncompromising —something Megatron understands deeply. And sometimes, Megatron wonders how Ultra Magnus sees hi-
“Megatron?” Magnus’ voice suddenly echoed in the ex warlords processor, the silver mech blinked and turned his head to look at the other mech’s bright, blue optics in contrast to his crimson red ones. How long had he been spacing out?
“You’ve been staring at the floor for a while now. Everything alright?” The blue mech still had his glass of high-grade energon swirling around mindlessly in his servo, “If there’s something wrong, you can tell me.” Megatron’s optics brightened ever so slightly before dimming, he turned his helm away to break optic contact. “No, nothing’s bothering me. It’s just… I’m happy I can be here by your side.” Megatron turned to look again at Magnus and gave him an emollient smile. The other bot didn’t reply right away, his optics widened at the poignant expression before his faceplate relaxed and his dermas curved into a tender smile akin to Megatron’s.
“I’m happy too. I’m really thankful to have you as my friend.” Ultra Magnus’ smile grew warmer after he said that, his servo moved to grab Megatron’s idle servo and gave it a light squeeze — still keeping his gaze on the silver mech. The tyrant briefly glanced down onto their intertwined servos and back onto the blue mech. Megatron let out a little giggle, “This isn’t following protocol, isn’t it?” Megatron trailed off before giggling. Magnus’ smile dropped into a sarcastic frown and pulled his servo away, “None of this is following protocol — and it isn’t even that funny!” The larger mech’s dermas turned into a thin line as he turned his helm away — his optics still glued to Megatron.
Megatron wasn’t really laughing at the not so funny joke itself, but at how stupid all of it was. He never thought this would happen, he never intended on being this close with anyone let alone Ultra Magnus, to end up in his habsuite. Drinking energon together—just the two of them.
This isn’t really in the rulebook... This is more like something only Conjunx Endurae do.
When the silver mech’s laughter died down, he turned to look at Magnus, who was gulping down the rest of his energon that had been sitting in his servo ever since Megatron snapped out of his daze. Megatron quickly turned his helm to look at the glass of energon that was still full, next to his hip — he grabbed it then lifted it up to his intake and started to drink heartily, his engine purring in approval at the rich taste and the feeling of the liquid soothing his empty tanks. He slowly put the empty glass cube down and sighed happily.
“Do you like me? I mean… as a friend?” Megatron muttered, his words were laced with a sense of curiosity and something else.
Magnus turned to look at him again, really looked. His angular and sharp helmet to his weathered faceplate. On the outside, he wouldn’t say much about the tyrant. But deep down — he loved every part of him, whether his armor is unpolished and marked with scratches, or he’s having a rough day and refusing to cooperate. He will still love Megatron for the way he is, and nothing can or will change that.
“Of course I do, I highly respect you in multiple fields.” Magnus paused before speaking again. “However, I must admit, when you first came onto the ship, I was wary of you. I kept you at arms length — professional tolerance at best.. and underlying suspicion at worst. But over time, that changed. I began to realize that you were genuinely trying to make a change and not just saying it.” A meaningful silence filled the room — the bottle of unsaid feelings spilled out of Magnus’ intake right then and there. “I wanted to tell you this, long ago. However — I didn’t seize the chance to do so, and I regret not telling you this sooner.. You’re a great bot, Megatron. You really ar-“
“Magnus.”
“…”
“Yes?”
. . .
“I love you.”
. . .
Ultra Magnus swore that he felt his processor lagging when those three words slid from Megatron’s glossa. His optics widened at the silver mech and he heard his own engine sputter. Did he hear that correctly? Did Megatron just say that to him?
Megatron shifted a bit so that his entire frame was facing Magnus now, his optics as bright as ever. Their faceplates were closer now. Both of his servos rested on the cold floor beneath them. The other mech’s vents hitched and he let out a choked ‘Ghk’ noise.
“I love you, Ultra Magnus. I really do. Out of the very few people who make me feel seen—who make me feel at ease—you’re the one who matters most. None of them can measure up to your level. There’s something about you that makes everything feel-“ Megatron stopped mid-sentence when he felt a warm servo hold his arm guards. He turns his helm to look but is quickly stopped when another servo cups his cheek, lifting the silver mechs face to look back at the bright blue optics staring at him. He felt his spark thrum at the endearing touch. Nothing about this felt casual. Megatron returned the energy, lifting both of his servos off the ground to cup both sides of Magnus’ faceplate. They both let out a quiet sigh of contentment, simply enjoying the moment.
Then, Ultra Magnus closed the distance between him and Megatron. His optics closing shut as his dermas met with the silver mech’s soft ones. The smaller mech’s optics widened but he quickly closed his optics, eager to return the kiss as his grip on the blue mech’s cheeks tightened in the slightest.
Lovely.
The kiss was everything the both of them had ever imagined, it felt like every barrier in-between them shattered and they could finally be close—truly close—with one another. Their sparks were practically thrashing around in their spark casings as the both of them started to become less stiff as they melted into the touch. When Magnus pulled away, the room was filled with a deafening silence. The two mechs stared at eachother in disbelief. Megatron couldn’t believe he let those words come out of his mouth, but it was so worth it. It all felt surreal. They couldn’t tell if they were dreaming—but they both knew that this was real.
Megatron was the first to act. He placed his servo over the one Magnus was cupping, then leaned into the warm, comforting touch. He closed his optics and let out a pleased sigh. He could feel his own spark flutter at the feeling.
Magnus’ optics dimmed and the corners of his derma curved into a dreamy smile. Megatron was both beautiful and handsome at the same time, he didn’t want this moment to end. He wants this to last forever. But his obligation stops him, he knows that he has to tend to his duties — but that doesn’t matter, not right now. He will enjoy this as it is.
Magnus’ other servo slid to the back of Megatron’s helm and lightly pushed forward, their forehelms making a soft clinking sound as they basked in each others fervency.
My love.