If Megatron ever kisses someone in public, some supernatural thing is at play. He’s possessed, or some magic is forcing him to suddenly not care who sees. The most he’s comfortable doing in public is being physically close, which only translates to PDA if you have a Warlord Body Language Guide.
In private, the guy’s a secret romantic. Nuzzles, cuddling, hand-holding, all that jazz. He’s hella touch-starved, but restrains himself to what his partner is comfortable with.
💓: how does my muse feel about physical intimacy?
When Megatron was young, it was sort of an escape, miners finding a little bit of pleasure and comfort in each other for a while when everything else around them was terrible.
In the arena, victors had scores of fans, begging on their knees for a chance to get into berth with them. He indulged a few times, but it felt too shallow for him to enjoy it much.
Through the entire war, millions of years, he only interfaced a handful of times, in celebration of hard-won battles. Little private moments stolen with commanding officers, in the heat of the moment, never lasting very long.
Now that his war is over, there’s no sense of urgency, none of this “we could die tomorrow, but we’re alive now so let’s enjoy that.” At the same time, without an enemy to constantly plan around, Megatron finds himself with a lot more restless energy, and a lot more free time. Even with a conjunx who is freer with interfacing, Megatron is still getting used to the idea that there doesn’t have to be some dire circumstance to justify spending his time that way. It’s hard to adjust to peace after a lifetime of fighting, to let himself enjoy the experience for its own sake.
No.
This.
It is the only moment I can think of when I truly felt anything like hopelessness, and it is an experience that has left its mark on me in many ways. But, as I survived even that grave injury, my resolve has been thusly tempered.
I won’t give in like that ever again.
No.
I have no memory of this event, but it has been proven to me that it did indeed happen. I have not mixed high-grade with pain inhibitors since.
I gave the answer that was required. I won’t elaborate further.
If I must.
1: The bitter aftertaste of rough low-grade.
2: Controlled freefall… no. Pushing my frame to the limit. Flight engines at full rev, a battle against a well-matched opponent.
3: Soundwave’s field brushing against mine as we pass each other.
4: Small, familiar servos climbing up to my shoulder.
5: The sunrise glinting off of new buildings.
As a fellow Cybertronian and my brother, then surely you know that I’m currently at the bottom of the ceremonial smelting pit, fully submerged as is our custom. Please, come join me so that we may discuss.
I will not be a Prime, in any sort of name.
Megatron's back up 