Megatron looks over to Soundwave, asking.
“Hmm. Provided they get along, it could be… very yes.”
Tag: willnotgogently
From Megatron’s perspective, it has taken a lot for him to find these words. It has been even more to assign the time let alone the resolve to send them, but all they are is simply: ::I have been thinking of you, Rung.::
Rung reads the message and hears his voice and it’s like his spark is filled up with warmth and his plating actually tingles. Having a moment alone, he curls himself up on a chair to respond. ::And I’ve been thinking of you, dear spark. I can hardly wait to see you again.::
Such simple endearment, but Megatron can’t keep himself from smiling. ::I am hardly myself again, though moreso than I was.:: His helm falls back against the berth, servo resting idly on his chest.
::I almost feel you here with me, but these mere glyphs lack your warmth. May I join you there soon, and feel it once more? In exchange I would to show you… what of me remains unchanged.::
Rung, it’s me…
Dark blue optics stared at him and he backed up from the larger mech with a soft growl. The mech was too big and dangerous. The armor spines that layered across his back and arms were flexing with each vent. His helm had a large wound going down the back of it and energy snapped from it.
Megatron was far from scared of Rung’s demeanor, but imagining what could have put him in such a state was the real concern. He looked warily around even as he kept his motions small, but never enough to let the injured mech out of his sight. It hurt to see him in such distress. Keeping one arm outstretched, Megatron lowered himself carefully, down on one knee.
“Easy, Rung… I won’t hurt you.”
One knee, he knew that body language. Tilting his head a bit, he churned quietly and let himself step away from the wall he had backed himself into and began to walk around Megatron. His claws clicked on the floor and his frame poofed outwards, trying to make himself look bigger.
He didn’t move, keeping still as Rung stalked around him. His EM field was laced with concern, but apart from that he maintained his calm.
“I won’t hurt you,” he repeated, unsure the other could even understand him. Closing his optics, Megatron’s shoulders tensed. “Please. I won’t lose you, too. Come closer.”
Rung, it’s me…
Dark blue optics stared at him and he backed up from the larger mech with a soft growl. The mech was too big and dangerous. The armor spines that layered across his back and arms were flexing with each vent. His helm had a large wound going down the back of it and energy snapped from it.
Megatron was far from scared of Rung’s demeanor, but imagining what could have put him in such a state was the real concern. He looked warily around even as he kept his motions small, but never enough to let the injured mech out of his sight. It hurt to see him in such distress. Keeping one arm outstretched, Megatron lowered himself carefully, down on one knee.
“Easy, Rung… I won’t hurt you.”
A tired Rung sneaks into Megatron’s room and crawls up to sleep in his berth with him.
Megatron’s tension melts away as he spots Rung, helping him up into his arms with a warm smile. Leaning back, his optics don’t leave the orange mech, the back of his claw reverently brushing over the glass of Rung’s chest.
“I can’t say how wonderful it is to see you like this again, Rung…”
“Ah, heh. I’m glad then to hear they’re doing well… Mmm…” Megatron hummed happily as they kissed, his smile decidedly lovestruck as they parted. What a lovely night this was turning out to be.
The poem’s imagery was peaceful and soothing, and when he closed his optics he could see it all dancing there. “Lovely… made infinitely lovelier by your voice. Whose is this? I may know them.”
“It’s actually Rodimus.” Rung explained fondly. “He’s always needed help with his speeches so I could tell. If I’m not mistaken, he wrote it about a mech he had a crush on.”
There was a soft sigh from him and he shakes his head a little. Pressing the book into Megatron’s hands, he cuddles close and grins. “Your turn.”
“Speeches… He’s the captain, then?” Ah he could tell it was love poetry. That tone translated in every language, no matter the skill level. When Rung hands him the book his optics widen minutely, but he chuckles and lays his free hand over his dear companion’s back, a gentle blanket. “Of course.” Flipping to a random page, Megatron reads it over quickly before reading it aloud.
“Face by face, voice by voice, servo by servo raised to greet or strike or surrender. Thousands, millions. I’ve frames enough to paper the sky and half of them are you. What a beautiful sky it is.” Megatron pauses, holding Rung closer. “I can draw your face in my sleep, hear your voice there too. Your servo is always open for me to grasp. There will always be more to record, but you will always be my muse.”
“Whoever wrote this has been with their partner for some time. Touching.”
A tired Rung sneaks into Megatron’s room and crawls up to sleep in his berth with him.
Megatron’s tension melts away as he spots Rung, helping him up into his arms with a warm smile. Leaning back, his optics don’t leave the orange mech, the back of his claw reverently brushing over the glass of Rung’s chest.
“I can’t say how wonderful it is to see you like this again, Rung…”
“I’ve missed you. And I brought something…” Rung smiles as he holds up a book of poetry. It looks new with some unknown author. “it’s recently published. Rodimus got together some of the mech’s on the Lost Light and had them all write something. They’re selling copies and the proceeds are to help rebuild cybertron.”
He doesn’t recognize the name, but he knows the Lost Light. The one from his own universe, and from Rung’s.
“I quite like collaborative work, thank you! If our shanix translate across the universe, I’d gladly take a few more… Would you do me the honor of reading an excerpt for me? Or shall we save that for a night when you are not as sorely in need of recharge?” Megatron had seen those dimmed optics, Rung’s slowed movement as he helped him climb.
“I am amenable to either, so long as I can keep holding you close.”
“I’m fairly certain it does translate. I would have to get in contact with the mech doing the publishing though. It’s fairly popular despite the fact that most other races aren’t too keen on Cybertronians. I think they find it fascinating that such a ‘barbaric war like race’ could make poetry.” Rung snorted and opened the book, finding a passage he rather liked. Kissing Megatron briefly, he made himself comfortable. “And I can sleep in a little bit.”
Clearing his vocalizer, he stroked his thumb across the print, recognizing the somewhat clumsy wording and knowing who was behind it.
“A sun, never dimming, always floating lost in time. Searching for something he doesn’t know, until his light shines on you. Dirtied, sullied and broken, how could the sun know that under layers of cracked and cobbled armor are seeds that can blossom. Together working at working through the sections that would smoother to bring around something more beautiful.”
“Ah, heh. I’m glad then to hear they’re doing well… Mmm…” Megatron hummed happily as they kissed, his smile decidedly lovestruck as they parted. What a lovely night this was turning out to be.
The poem’s imagery was peaceful and soothing, and when he closed his optics he could see it all dancing there. “Lovely… made infinitely lovelier by your voice. Whose is this? I may know them.”
A tired Rung sneaks into Megatron’s room and crawls up to sleep in his berth with him.
Megatron’s tension melts away as he spots Rung, helping him up into his arms with a warm smile. Leaning back, his optics don’t leave the orange mech, the back of his claw reverently brushing over the glass of Rung’s chest.
“I can’t say how wonderful it is to see you like this again, Rung…”
“I’ve missed you. And I brought something…” Rung smiles as he holds up a book of poetry. It looks new with some unknown author. “it’s recently published. Rodimus got together some of the mech’s on the Lost Light and had them all write something. They’re selling copies and the proceeds are to help rebuild cybertron.”
He doesn’t recognize the name, but he knows the Lost Light. The one from his own universe, and from Rung’s.
“I quite like collaborative work, thank you! If our shanix translate across the universe, I’d gladly take a few more… Would you do me the honor of reading an excerpt for me? Or shall we save that for a night when you are not as sorely in need of recharge?” Megatron had seen those dimmed optics, Rung’s slowed movement as he helped him climb.
“I am amenable to either, so long as I can keep holding you close.”
A tired Rung sneaks into Megatron’s room and crawls up to sleep in his berth with him.
Megatron’s tension melts away as he spots Rung, helping him up into his arms with a warm smile. Leaning back, his optics don’t leave the orange mech, the back of his claw reverently brushing over the glass of Rung’s chest.
“I can’t say how wonderful it is to see you like this again, Rung…”
This time, he doesn’t have to click the anonymous button. ::If I had you for one night, I would spend it with my helm buried into your chassis, holding you to me. Hours basking in your field would scarcely be enough. I would want every piece of you, only partaking in what was offered, and giving all of myself in return.::
Rung smiles at this and chuckles quietly before sending back his message. ::That can be arranged, as long as your medic is alright with you doing a bit of…strenuous excersize?::
The smile that Megatron was greeted with upon arrival was no less brilliant than usual. Rung reached for the servo happily and wrapped his fingers around it as much as he could, stepping into Megatron’s personal space. He lifted the servo to his lips and kissed the backs of his lover’s knuckles, fully intended on starting the seduction here and carrying on until the end of time. Megatron had made brief mention of the fact that he might like something with romance, so he was going to get it!
“It would certainly make me feel better to know that you’re willing to admit if you’re feeling weaker, yes.” Rung kissed his knuckles again and then motioned for the former gladiator to follow him down the hallway to his bedroom. “Remind me later to send a thank you note to your medic for taking such good care of you.”
Hugging Megatron’s arm, he kept their pace slow, not wanting to take any chances since he’d just gone through the portal. Shifting from one universe to the other could be disorienting and he didn’t want his lover falling down unexpectedly. He opened the door to his room and grinned up at Megatron, gesturing for him to enter first. The bed itself had been altered so it could accommodate someone of Megatron’s size, and there were small crystals in sconces on the walls to give a dim lighting to the room. He had taken a moment earlier to spread oil on the crystals so when they warmed it would give the room a faint scent of flowers.
“Would you like me to give you a massage?”
The sight of Rung without that vile plate covering his chest, kissing the hands he’d had repaired… they were both healing from what happened. They had survived more than this, and would endure.
“I’m sure he’d appreciate it. Hopefully he takes this opportunity to enjoy himself, he’s scarcely left the room. This is the first time I’ve left the medbay in…” The date surprised him first, but then Megatron was caught off-guard by the room he’d walked into. It must have been Rung’s room, but the berth was large enough for him to lay comfortably, glowing crystals decorating the walls, giving off a scent that reminded him of Earth…
“…Weeks.” Rung had made arrangements to make him comfortable, little details, but significant. Megatron walked slowly, partly to take everything in and partly out of a stiffness in his legs, helping Rung onto the berth once he’d sat at its edge. Leaning down, he gently bumped their crests together.
“I will gladly take anything you would wish to give me.”
This time, he doesn’t have to click the anonymous button. ::If I had you for one night, I would spend it with my helm buried into your chassis, holding you to me. Hours basking in your field would scarcely be enough. I would want every piece of you, only partaking in what was offered, and giving all of myself in return.::
Rung smiles at this and chuckles quietly before sending back his message. ::That can be arranged, as long as your medic is alright with you doing a bit of…strenuous excersize?::
Megatron looks over at the screen he’s been hooked up to for a few hours. The regulation scan is finally finished, and everything is in the green… clearing him for bridging.
::I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, so long as I took things slowly… Isn’t savoring something the best way to enjoy it anyway?:: Accompanied by a glyph of promise, Megatron sends out a request for exact coordinates.
::Slow and steady is probably the most fun way to handle things, yes. If that’s the case, should you let me take over for you?:: There was concern in Rung’s tone as he sent coordinates for the Fragged up Frigate. Megatron would arrive in the living area and that would give Rung enough time to set up a few things in his room for the two of them. ::You should still let your medic know where you’re going. I know that I’m fussing but it’s only because I worry about you darling…::
Megatron laughed quietly as he disconnected from the displays, causing Singer to wake from his impromptu nap. The medic reluctantly agreed that he was physically stable enough to leave, but admitted that he was going to be remotely monitoring his life signals. This was fine… but Megatron made sure to specify that Singer was only to follow him if his energy levels began to fall, not spike. The vehicon blushed, but nodded as he called for a bridge.
“Your… ‘fuss’ is unwarranted, but deeply appreciated,” he rumbled with a soft smile. Megatron knew it was psychological, but he felt he had to duck once he came through the ground bridge. It wasn’t as if he’d been here often enough to had committed the space to memory, but at his current size nearly everything felt just a little small. He elected instead to kneel down, extending his restored servo to Rung.
“Would it set you at ease if I promised to let you know if I begin to feel weak? Well… weaker than you normally make me feel.”
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