Life's New Adventures and Secrets

Chapter 22

Optimus looked at the night sky as he thought about the movie night they had the other night. He had seen a lot of similarities between Mufasa and Scar with himself and Megatron. With a sigh, he was glad that they were able to see past their differences.

Megatron walked up to him, "What are you thinking about, Optimus?"

"Nothing much, just us. We have come a long way since the day we first met."

"Yes, we have."

"The movies were good," Optimus said as he inched a little closer to the slightly larger mech.

"Yes, they were. I even liked the Romeo and Juliet one even though I couldn't understand anything they were saying."

"I agree, it was difficult understanding them, but some of their words made sense. And watching their actions helped as well. I don't think I would be able to live my life for long if I lost someone I loved."

"Me neither," Megatron says as he wraps his arms around him, hugging him from behind, "I'm so happy you're back among the living, you have no idea how much I missed you."

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Razorclaw sighed as he tried to get comfortable, his lower region was tingling. He let out an annoyed growl as Soundwave walked in to check on him. "Are you alright?" Soundwave asked with concern.

"I'm fine." His tail twitched as he lied.

Soundwave moved closer to him, "Are you sure?" Razorclaw's stomach felt like it was doing flips as he folded his ears in shame, unable to look at the silent mech. "Would you like some help?"

He shook his helm, "I don't want to taint you." He curled his legs up to his chest.

"Taint me with what?"

Razorclaw felt disgusting, his brother was right. Closing his red optics he hid his face in his knees, "My port," he mumbled quietly.

"How would your port taint me?"

"It's not right, a mech shouldn't have a port," he muttered as he held his helm. Memories were starting to surface, memories that he wanted to forget but they would always repeat whenever he would pleasure his port instead of his cable.

"Why do you think that?"

"It's what Saborfang told me. I'm a disappointment, and disgusting."

"You're not the only mech with a port, there are others who have a port as well. It's natural since femmes are very rare."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Razorclaw pulled his helm away from his knees to look up at the mech in front of him, "Every time we took a femme by force, it was my fault. Because I would pleasure my port instead of my spike."

"I see..." Soundwave wasn't sure what else to say.

"I'm not even sure why I'm telling you this. But I couldn't stay quiet anymore." Soundwave just looks at him pitifully. "I hate this feeling but I can't help it if his words echo in my processor. I just want it to stop."

Soundwave hugged him, saying, "I know how to help that."

"How?"

"You'll see," he replies as he sticks his tentacles onto his helm and gets into his processor to help ease it.

"What are you doing?" He asked with wide and fearful optics.

"I'm easing your processor, it's one of my specialties."