( Bee’s over to hang out! He sets up his sleep spot on the corner of Megatron’s medical bed. )

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

Megatron is comfortably sitting up, reading as Laserbeak perches on his shoulder. The servo that isn’t holding his datapad is rubbing Bee’s back with the back of one of his claws.

“Your visits are something I look forward to, even when I’m not in dire peril.”

Yeah, I gotta start coming over when your life isn’t in jeopardy. Make it a weekly thing. “(X) weeks since someone tried to kill me” parties.

(He’s putty on that bed, though. He rolls with the claw.)

“Heh. Perhaps.” Although Megatron had been the one in danger, it was good to see his friend relaxed again. He leaves the datapad open for Laserbeak to continue reading, but his attention is on Bee. “It will be nice to stop putting you through so much.”

( Bee’s over to hang out! He sets up his sleep spot on the corner of Megatron’s medical bed. )

Megatron is comfortably sitting up, reading as Laserbeak perches on his shoulder. The servo that isn’t holding his datapad is rubbing Bee’s back with the back of one of his claws.

“Your visits are something I look forward to, even when I’m not in dire peril.”

Oh dear he’s late. Megatron pings Smokescreen with a glyph that stands for ‘not an emergency.’ ::I hope that you are celebrating your creation, Smokescreen. I do as well.::

ask-smokescreen:

::MEGS Megs megs how are you feeling? Can I come over? I’ve got cake for you!::

Megatron was gaining bits and pieces of strength every day. He was getting up and walking regularly, now able to make it twice around the room before he needed to lean on something. Soundwave still hadn’t awoken, but he was a healthy color again, and he’d been taken off of his precautionary sedative. Now it was just a matter of waiting.

Not particularly good at waiting, Megatron latched on to the distraction. ::You may come. I’m well enough to sit up here.::

A message soon follows. ::That was meant to be a line break. It isn’t done yet.::

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

Laughing softly, Rung hugs himself. :Well then, I look forward to it’s entirety.:

A light pang of guilt hit him to think that he’d had any part at all in that injury, but it hadn’t been him. It had been Unicron, in this twisted frame… The sentiment makes him realize something, which he relays in hushed tones.

::I… would like to show you mine. When we are next able.::

::Really…?:: Rung’s tone is just as hushed and he hugs himself, wishing he could squeeze himself tighter to make it feel more like his lover’s arms around himself. ::I want that too. Would you want to do it at your place or mine?::

It was just idle dreams at the moment, but Rung wanted to know what Megatron wanted for a perfect night. He wanted to make it happen and have it be sweet and tender for the big mech who deserved every drop of gentle devotion.

Megatron doesn’t answer right away, thinking on what he’s just proposed. He’d never asked anyone for such a thing, though he had absolutely opened himself to others. Always, it had been a choice in a moment of passion, or a medical necessity. Never had he had the foresight nor any desire to… request vulnerability.

::Yours, if I’m cleared for travel. Here…:: Megatron was certain no one had consciously revealed his location, but more vehicons had been asking, and his political rivals had been strangely quiet. ::I do not yet have enough faith in my surroundings. I would rather be somewhere comfortable.::

A message soon follows. ::That was meant to be a line break. It isn’t done yet.::

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

Laughing softly, Rung hugs himself. :Well then, I look forward to it’s entirety.:

When he’d said Rung had time, he meant that he believed this relationship would last, that he could spend years finding words to put to his feelings.

He hadn’t expected Rung to start now. Megatron laughed in delighted surprise, letting it show in his glyphs. Oh how he wished the smaller mech was in his arms for a sound dose of physical affection. …Perhaps unwise at his current size.

::And you claim to have no idea what to say! That was wonderful. As soon as I regain my proper form, I will thoroughly enjoy surrounding you, holding you again.::

::I still don’t think my words are right. They’re not even close to how I feel and what I really want to say.:: Rung sighed, shaking his head. ::Someday I’ll put it to words properly… And I look forward to being held by you. I miss the strength of your arms and the beat of your spark pressed close to mine. We might have to wait a little bit though… I still need to wait for the medics okay before I can take this metal casing from around my chassis… I miss being able to show you my spark even if it’s through glass…::

A light pang of guilt hit him to think that he’d had any part at all in that injury, but it hadn’t been him. It had been Unicron, in this twisted frame… The sentiment makes him realize something, which he relays in hushed tones.

::I… would like to show you mine. When we are next able.::

A message soon follows. ::That was meant to be a line break. It isn’t done yet.::

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

willnotgogently:

Laughing softly, Rung hugs himself. :Well then, I look forward to it’s entirety.:

::Beloved. I love it. It’s perfect.:: Rung let the words of the poem scroll along his data pad again. ::I wish I could use words like you do. I have no idea how to frame how you make me feel…::

::You are more eloquent than you realize. I can hear it in your every word.:: Smiling, Megatron packs away his datapad, closing his optics to imagine the other is there with him. It isn’t hard.

::If you’d like to find specific ones, you have the time. I’m not going anywhere.::

Closing his optics, he tilted his help back, feeling a bit flushed as he tried to think of something appropriate. Just the right cadence to let his spark speak through his words.

::I open myself to the skies and I can feel you watching and waiting with each step I take forward. Your arms as wide as mountains surround me and everything I am erodes away with the need to fall into you…:: He stuttered a bit, flustered and stopped.

When he’d said Rung had time, he meant that he believed this relationship would last, that he could spend years finding words to put to his feelings.

He hadn’t expected Rung to start now. Megatron laughed in delighted surprise, letting it show in his glyphs. Oh how he wished the smaller mech was in his arms for a sound dose of physical affection. …Perhaps unwise at his current size.

::And you claim to have no idea what to say! That was wonderful. As soon as I regain my proper form, I will thoroughly enjoy surrounding you, holding you again.::

A message soon follows. ::That was meant to be a line break. It isn’t done yet.::

willnotgogently:

willnotgogently:

Laughing softly, Rung hugs himself. :Well then, I look forward to it’s entirety.:

::Beloved. I love it. It’s perfect.:: Rung let the words of the poem scroll along his data pad again. ::I wish I could use words like you do. I have no idea how to frame how you make me feel…::

::You are more eloquent than you realize. I can hear it in your every word.:: Smiling, Megatron packs away his datapad, closing his optics to imagine the other is there with him. It isn’t hard.

::If you’d like to find specific ones, you have the time. I’m not going anywhere.::

A message soon follows. ::That was meant to be a line break. It isn’t done yet.::

willnotgogently:

mightymegatron:

willnotgogently:

Laughing softly, Rung hugs himself. :Well then, I look forward to it’s entirety.:

A longer data file this time.

[I remember the color of you.]

[You laid across the skies of my youth]

[Blessing the clouds with your touch each night.]

[The glow of your eyes was reflected]

[In the last drops of my rationed fuel]

[Keeping me alive every day.]

[I lost myself in the white shine]

[Of your smile all those ages ago]

[When I first flew high enough to see]

[The gleam of sun on Cyberton’s curve.]

[I have known you for so little time]

[But you have always been in my spark.]

::Oh.. darling…:: Rung can feel his spark flickering quickly as the words scroll across his datapad, a bit confused at first and then flattered and a touch flustered. ::You really think of all those things when you see me…?::

Megatron reads over his words in the short time it takes for Rung to respond, criticizing himself. It’s been so long since he’s attempted this format, he’s not sure if it works- and then the voice comes through, allaying any concern.

::Unconsciously so. I knew that when I saw you I would… feel. It took more time to put thoughts to those feelings, and words to those thoughts. It isn’t too much, I hope?::