Tag: willnotgogently

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.::

willnotgogently:

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.

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.:

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.::

::If I could be sure of the surroundings a bit more, I wish I could take you to the Pious Pools to do this… it would be terribly romantic, but it’s a bit too open.  None of the buildings are repaired and even if there’s rarely anyone there, I wouldn’t want to take the chance of someone walking in on something so delicate between us.:: 

Rung sighs softly.  If it had been a few million years ago, they could have done that though… They might have even asked permission to have a room at one of the temples to dedicate themselves for the night.  But he could make do.  Tacitus did have an aweful lot of crystals after all.  And with some mirrors and lights set up in just the right fashion… maybe some see through gauze like curtains…

::But my home can be lovely too, I promise.  I’ll make it look just right for us.  Comfortable and safe.::

Megatron lets his laughter transmit over the channel. Rung is just as concerned for their privacy as he is. There goes the warlord’s final trepidation.

::As long as you are there, it will be beautiful, Rung. I won’t be able to see anything else.::

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?::

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

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.]

It has taken time, perhaps longer than it should have, but Megatron finally sends a ping to Rung, a simple request for communication.

willnotgogently:

willnotgogently:

“Megatron?” His voice is quiet and upset but not mad and that might be a good thing. But he’s not greeting him with the same warmth as before. “Can we meet?”

“Good. Just so long as we’re clear.” Rung smiled and reached up so he could cup his cheek, lightly pulling him down so he can give him a kiss. “And just so we are very clear… I love you. I brought some of the waters of the Pools with me. Bee was kind enough to gather some for me. Why don’t we share it?”

This form seems prone to leaking oil from around his optics. Perhaps something is misaligned beneath his faceplates. The kiss is returned as he holds one of Rung’s hands to his chassis. 

“That miracle is very clear. I love you, Rung. If I am to be honest with you, allow me to admit that what I feel for you is something I haven’t known since I first knew Soundwave, all those eons ago.” Closing his optics, he nuzzled the little orange mech. Littler than usual, given his current frame size.

“Please. He was here earlier with some and it was… incredible. Even more so to share it with you.”