Love Us Again (Megatron x Optimus Prime)

Nights Like This (NSFW)

It was a night that reeked of yearning and regret, and Optimus wasn't sure exactly how to describe how or why, but his stomach was filled with a pit of dread that he hadn't been able to shake since they'd met up in their spot just a few minutes ago.

It rained on them heavily, big droplets pouring and landing on the cool metal of their frames, but at the very least, it was warm- all of it; the water, the air, Megatron's arms around his waist and defined chin resting on top of his helm. Optimus knew that he shouldn't have come when all of his friends were in the midst of preparing for what would likely be the last battle against Megatron and his Decepticon underlings, scared and unsure of how they were supposed to go from technician bots to fighters meant to take down the most elite force of Decepticons that could've targeted them. He should've been back at the base helping them.

But Optimus was selfish, and he hadn't been able to stop thinking about Megatron for the past few days, so he'd commed the warlord to meet up for what he knew was going to be one of the last times if not the last time before sneaking away from his teammates and making his way to their special place.

Some of the rain was getting in his optics now, but he didn't care... No, couldn't care. The way Megatron was holding him had him weak in a manner that made him dread checking the time as it passed to see how he was getting progressively closer to the end of this.

"I love you," Optimus murmured and took it in while he could without even thinking.

Love was a strong word, and he used it very rarely. He didn't dare say anything so intimate to his friends or his teammates, and he didn't have any living family to share his affections with. Even when Megatron met up with him like this, it was rare that he said it out loud to the older mech, always thinking it, but too afraid to utter it when he knew he should've been doing so the whole time. He'd always had trouble expressing exactly what he was feeling with his words, more of a taking action kind of mech, but as the inevitable end to their arrangement approached, he found that he was alright with the concept of laying everything out on the table.

"I love you, too," Megatron pulled back with a smile, but then his face morphed from utter adoration to utter concern, and he was rushing to grab Optimus's servos within his own so he could hold them reassuringly. The Prime shuddered at the change. It was comforting and delicate, and Optimus couldn't help but be jealous. Megatron, the violent and brutal warlord, leader of the Decepticons, was better at expressing himself both verbally and physically than Optimus ever would be, and honestly? It just wasn't fair. "What's wrong?"

"What, is it wrong for me to tell you that I love you?" He tilted his helm and tried to play it off.

"Out of nowhere, when you use it so sparingly on most occasions?" Megatron mimicked Optimus's previous action and tilted his own helm in the opposite direction. "Most certainly. Spill."

"Megatron," Optimus sighed and averted his gaze. Digging his stabilizing servos into the grass of the forest floor beneath them to keep himself steady, he continued. "This isn't right."

"That's never stopped you before."

"No, it hasn't, and it's not going to now," Optimus shook his helm. "What I'm saying is... I'm afraid it'll all catch up to us soon, and we won't be able to do this anymore. We know that the end is coming, and it's coming fast, and when it does come... What then?"

"Then I hope you'll remember me," Megatron was letting go of his servos and offering a lop-sided smile. He'd said that so casually, almost as if it didn't matter, and that filled Optimus with a sort of rage that was hard to place. "My dearest love. Is there something you're wanting to tell me?"