Spark of Hope {Transformers Story}

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen

Four Earth weeks passed and Megatron still showed no signs of carrying, nor did Optimus. Both mechs were normal as ever. Well, as normal as they could be. It seemed they would have to try a few more times before they would be rewarded with a sparkling.

Optimus glared slightly when he saw his mate finish his energon and steal the rest of what Optimus had when he thought his back was turned. The Prime didn't endorse stealing of any kind and sighed, knowing a scolding would hardly reach the silver mech.

"What are you going to do, Optimus? Throw words at me until I keel over in submission? I think you will have to try harder than that." Megatron chuckled, swallowing the last of the bright blue energon with a happy purr. "Is there any more of this?"

"I think you have had quite enough high grade for one day."

"There is no such thing as too much until my tanks purge." Megatron snorted, managing to snatch another cube from their private stash. Optimus rolled his optics but allowed it. Megatron was a large mech, he would need more energon than others.

"Do you want to accompany me to the training grounds?" Optimus asked, already knowing the answer. Megatron grinned, showing sharp dentas.

"Who am I to disagree with a Prime?" he said with a relatively cheerful tone, heading to the door. "Before I rust would be nice, Optimus." he teased, always the impatient one.

"You always were bossy." Optimus said, gently patting his bondmate's upper back. "So impatient to lose to a Prime."

"A challenge, is it? Best not to tempt a gladiator."

"I'll take my chances, Mighty Megatronus."

"Obnoxious Orion."

Optimus whined a little, looking so much like his younger self Megatron had to pull him close for a quick kiss before they left. He had changed, but his past life still held on as Megatron's had.

The two mechs made their way to the training grounds as usual, one of their daily exercises. Without some kind of fighting, Megatron got aggressive. Needing somewhere to take out pent up energy and tension, their training arena was a great place. The two took their places across from the other, optics watching for the first move.

Orion made the first move, wanting his mate to win in the end. But not without a good fight first! He managed to flip Megatron over so the former gladiator was pinned under Optimus's pede. The mech hissed and drove his spiked shoulder plating into Optimus's leg, getting a soft yelp from the Prime. In seconds the two were locked again in a mass of snarling and snapping fighters.

Megatron threw Optimus off, grinning widely when he padded closer, claws at the ready. "So it seems I have won and you have lost, Optimus Prime." he purred, optics focused on his mate splayed out in front of him on his back. How much he wanted him...

Optimus lay still, letting Megatron have his excitement of victory. It would be short lived. Just as the silver mech blinked, Optimus had leapt up and got him in a headlock. Megatron clawed at Optimus's arm plating, knowing what was coming next.

"No fair!" Megatron whined, feeling himself go limp as his mate pressed two of his digits into the mech's convenient pressure points located on his neck. Optimus smirked a little, holding his heavy partner up.

"I thought battle wasn't fair."

"No one else knows about my little issue! You cannot use it!"

"Just because you lost, you shouldn't be so annoyed. It happens, Mighty." Optimus laughed, sounding so much like Orion that Megatron nearly felt tears in his optics. He wanted that mech back for good.