Forbidden Bond

1: Forbidden

It was something forbidden and shameful for both of them, but it was incredibly worse for him.

Neither of them could say afterward what had started or when; all they knew was that it had been a long time in coming, stirring, waiting to break to the surface. Every time they met on the battlefield, every time they fought each other the tension, the need increased, and in time became an obsession of sorts.

As mentioned before, Optimus couldn't explain how this had happened and, to be honest, he didn't want to. He didn't even want to think about it, but at one point he had to admit to himself that it was indeed an obsession and this kind of obsession wasn't easily ignored or put aside, for it overcame him every single time they met. Pit, it had even begun to consume most of his time offside the battlefield, away from him, and then a new level was reached when during a battle a couple of months ago they both were trapped in a cave and forced to face the unthinkable

*~*Flashback*~*

This wasn't good, not at all, Optimus decided when he slowly came online after what felt like an eternity with the worst headache he ever had had; as if his cranial unit would be cut in two.

He had been fighting with Megatron at the base of the natural rock formation the Decepticons' latest super-weapon had been placed on when the cave-in occurred. The last thing he remembered was Starscream heading straight for them in a nose dive, firing his lasers madly, then nothing.

The Autobot moaned silently and raised a hand to his head, frowning when found a large dent sporting the left side of it. Well, that certainly explained the pain.

"Finally you're coming around, Prime. I was beginning to believe you were out for good" a deep and familiar, but right now oh so unwelcome voice startled him out of his musings. The sarcasm and coldness were almost calming, in a way. It reassured him that he was still functioning, but then it made him worry.

Why in the name of Primus hadn't Megatron killed him while he was out cold? He had had plenty of time, the tools, and good reason seeing that were mortal enemies, but then the odd feeling, the . . . obsession he had been experiencing towards the other mech for a while now returned to him with full force and he turned to look at the silver warlord, not bothering to rise. For a moment he wanted to come true with his feelings, just to have it off his processor, but then he didn't.

' I'm not going to let my emotions overcome me. Not this time nor any other' the red and blue mech thought, unable to turn his optics from the broad grin spreading on his nemesis' features.

"It needs much more than that to kill me, Megatron; you should know that" replied Optimus in what he hoped to be a stern, but neutral tone, trying to keep his raging emotion in check.

He didn't want the leader of the Decepticons to get wind about his mad and sickening infatuation for him. The consequences would be disastrous, but the silver mech seemed oblivious.

"Don't you wonder why I haven't killed you yet, Optimus" The silver giant suddenly changed topic, again startling the blue and red semi.

"You could say that" he replied wearily, fighting hard to keep the slowly building tension inside him from showing on the outside, but it was a losing battle; especially when he noticed another oddity.

He had called him "Optimus". Megatron never called him "Optimus"; it was always "Prime", nothing else, and his tone . . . There was something odd about his tone, too.

The Autobot leader looked at the other thoughtfully, trying to figure out what it was that made him sound so different, and slowly it became clear: Megatron's voice was devoid of his usual rudeness, his slicing anger and the coldness that he always used with him. It was a little ... scary, but maybe ... no, impossible. It just couldn't be; there wasn't even the tiniest of a chance that this mech could have the same odd feelings for him he was experiencing.