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(I've had a reader express their concern about the fact that Megatron is called Galvatron in this story. I know the Armada series was first introduced in Japanese and that it was later redubbed into english. When the characters get their new paint jobs (like Hotshot, Demolisher, Starscream, Megatron and a few others did) Megatron begins to call himself Galvatron even though there is no significant differences between what he was, and what he bacame. His colour scheme was different and that was all. The character himself even has to remind his subordinates and Prime that he wishes to be refered to as Galvatron. I'm not sure if the Japanese version was changed or not as I do not speak nor understand the language.)

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It was peaceful, for now. Tense, but peaceful.

For the first time in history the two sides stood side by side united in a cause much worthier then their ancient war. A strange sense of comradeship blooming between the two factions as they awaited the orders from their respected Generals. Plans had been made, strategies calculated. For now all they could do was wait. Wait for the right time.

They took full advantage of the time they had before the impending battle to say goodbye to friends they may never see again. Some even shaking hands, and joking, with their long time foes. Grinning even through the sting of old wounds, many attempted civility.

It was a farce though. Nobody knew just how long it could last.

It was a farce that Galvatron could not abide for long.

Seeking solitude, rather then surround himself with his adversaries and chattering fleshings, he snuck away from the war council to clear his mind. Roaming the empty corridors of their battleship he came across a lone observation deck. Dark and gloomy, it was the perfect place to brood. Large bay windows gave way to the countless stars and the endless vast of space.

So many conflicting emotions. They ran through him so quickly that it was nearly impossible to grasp one at a time, if only to indulge in it for a moment before a whole new wave of despondency struck him. Head spinning out of control as he tried to process the information of all that had occurred in the last few hours. Everything that had lead him to this.

It was impossible. It was inconceivable. But it was happening. He had joined forces with Optimus Prime.

At first he felt only disgust. Standing in the same room as Prime and forced to act civil. Shaking hands with his enemy without hostility or a clever backstabbing ploy. A roll of revulsion throughout his entire circuitry as he stood side by side with the Autobot General speaking to Decepticons and Autobots alike with joint effort. It made a mockery of everything that they had fought so hard for. All the warriors he had lost. His very life seemed like a joke. Everything he could be, what he was, and what he might have been if the war had never started. It made him sick to his core.

Then he felt anger. Fury after every blow to his ego when he was coerced into silence or when the humans smiled at him as if they were no longer afraid. Outrage at Unicron, so omnipotent, the creature that hovered just above them ready to destroy everything that he had worked so hard to conquer. The indignity that he and the Decepticons had heaped upon themselves by indulging the Autobots in a truce.

Surprisingly he also felt fear. He didn't think it was possible until he absentmindedly glanced around the room, searching for those bright grey optics that he could no longer find. He suddenly remembered, with a jolt of anxiety that Starscream was gone. That he was no longer there like he always was. Standing just off to the side, watching and waiting for orders that he would always follow so loyally. Unicron had killed Starscream, displaying his awesome power. A power that could wipe Cybertron from the universe in the blink of an eye. A power that could make millions of years of conflict and struggling and pain and hate seem insignificant. A seemingly unstoppable entity that could very well destroy him. Could very well take Optimus away from him. The thought of losing his adversary to anybody but himself far more fearful the his own destruction.

Galvatron glared out the window at the creature, no larger then a moon, floating quietly above the little planet that he once loved so much. A now tarnished prize that should rightfully be his. He growled, uncrossing his arms and reaching out with steepeled fingers as if to snatch the slagger out of cold space and crush him with his bare hands. Focusing his crimson optics intently as he imagined the way it would feel to crumple in his grasp. Like tinfoil. Only when the phantom sensation disappeared from his palm did he lash out with a furious cry, driving his fist into the glass in an attempt to shatter the image of Unicron.

Depression finally setting in as he submitted. His tank like body giving out under his heavy burden as his fist unclenched and he leaned against the window, shutting his optics to the vision that just wouldn't budge. In this dark gloomy room, the great Galvatron suddenly felt as small and helpless as those human children. He almost understood why Optimus was so bent on protecting them. They were so fragile. Something so vulnerable just begged to be protected.

The door hissed as it opened behind him, suddenly flooding the darkness with the bright corridor lights. Startled, but in no way surprised, Galvatron turned to see the Autobot General himself. Optimus hesitantly stepped into the observation deck, letting the door close behind him, once again bathing the room in a dark glow. The Decepticon growled at the disturbance but made no malevolent move towards his loathed comrade.

"I'm sorry to intrude." Optimus spoke careful so not to antagonize the obviously disturbed mech. "I merely wished to find you."

"Well now that you've found me and robbed me of my solitude..." Galvatron grumbled and straightened to a much more dignified posture then the one he was discovered in. "......what do you want, Prime?"

"May I join you?" The Autobot kept a friendly tone.

The larger mech grimaced, but nodded his head. It was best to lead the other on and a little conversation couldn't really hurt.

"You disappeared from the war council and I didn't like keeping you out of my sight for long." Optimus made his way to the Decepticon's side, following the other's gaze out of the window where Unicron lay waiting for them.

Galvatron grunted.

"It's probably a good thing you don't trust me."

"I didn't mean it like that." The smaller mech said defensively. "I just-"

"Never mind, Optimus. I know what you meant."

A sudden awkward silence followed. The two standing uncomfortable next to one another. Galvatron couldn't help but grin when the other shifted his feet slightly, making a small noise just for the sake of it.

"What are you thinking of, Prime?" He broke the ice, initiating some form of conversing.

"Just how much I hope we can destroy that thing. And about the peace that should follow."

"Peace?" He scoffed. "You really think there's peace in our future?"

"I would like to think there is." Optimus sighed, knowing fully in his very spark that it was very unlikely. He still had hope though.

"There will never be peace between us." Galvatron declared. "We can't turn out backs to the past and all that we've been through. Even if we could manage to act like we no longer hated one another, we would always feel resentment. It would only take something small to shove us back over the edge once more. Wounds ripped anew and a whole other battle to begin."

"You say it like there's no hope at all." Prime stated back.

The Decepticon laughed. Of course there was no hope. It was useless to rely on something so transparent.

"Why should I believe in hope? What has hope ever done for us?"

"It's kept us strong. Kept us going."

"Actions kept us going. Not simply sitting and wishing for something that you have to get off your aft and get yourself. Hope is just some pathetic term that even more pathetic creatures have come up with as an excuse to stop trying."

Optimus shook his head sadly. "You have no hope at all then?"

"No I don't." Galvatron grinned at the crest fallen Autobot. "I can't defeat you with hope."

"I see..."

Another silence followed. Optimus thinking of what he could say. Something that might salvage the situation and convince his fellow combatant that they no longer had to fight one another.

"But what would you do with your life after you have defeated me?" He asked.

"What would I do?" Galvatron chuckled as he thought of all the things he could accomplish. "I could rule Cybertron unopposed. I could be free to roam the universe. To conquer and rule like I am destined to do."

"And then what?" Optimus pressed.

"What do you mean? I could rule the entire Universe and watch as all bow down before me."

"But then what would you do? Sit on a throne your whole life? With no conflict, no goal, nothing to do but live a life of loneliness?"

The smile fell from Galvatron's face as if Optimus had smacked it off. It was true of course. Something that he had been dreading his entire existence. What would he do once his quarry was gone? How could he live a life like that? He was built to fight, so what would he do once all the fighting was over?

"Then I'll find something to keep me occupied." He hissed.

"So you have a little hope for a future after all?" Optimus stated more then asked.

Galvatron laughed humorlessly at the Autobot.

"Oh you are just so heroic and noble...it sickens me."

"I can't help being what I am, Galvatron." Prime said dryly.

"No I suppose you can't. My life wouldn't be as fun if you didn't try be be the hero all the time. If you weren't a mirror opposite of me in every way, I probably wouldn't respect you as much as I do."

Optimus looked up at the mech, slightly surprised.

"So you actually respect me?"

"Don't say it like a question, Prime. I respect you. You are like my second half. No one in this universe comes close to understanding my position more than you. I want nothing more then to crush you, destroy you, and a part of me would love nothing more then to taint you and turn your shining armour black with shame. Yet I fear the day I succeed."

"I find that hard to believe."

"It's true. Once you are gone, what will I be? You complete me, after all. Sadly I know I don't complete you."

"You're right." Prime agreed. "I was built to stop you. To be there at every turn. To destroy you if need be. But I know I can live a life without you in it."

"You could." Galvatron growled, envious. "You could go on to be a hero all around the Universe, to keep scum like me at bay. But how can you live a life with me in it? If we did manage peace?"

"I'd find something to keep me occupied." Optimus chuckled, forcing the other to laugh at his own quote tossed back in his face.

"Touch�." The tank like mech nodded in approval. "But one slip up, and we'd be back at each other's throats."

"I'm sure you'd be thrilled for that." A roll of the optics.

"Oh most likely. I can't see a future without you in it, Prime. I've tried to imagine it, but all I can see is us fighting until the end of time. We may not look the same as we do now. We may be reborn into different lives, different times. But we'll always be struggling desperately to destroy each other."

"It's strange..." Prime nodded. "You're most likely right. Yet I still have hope that it will eventually stop. Preferable with both of us alive."

"I'd rather die or kill you then live side by side forever." Galvatron waved his dark hand. "You're much too irritating."

"Well, just think of all the things we can teach each other. Of all the things we can accomplish together."

"Hmm. There's nothing you can teach me that I would want to learn, Prime."

"But there's things I'd like to learn." Optimus smiled thoughtfully. "There's so much about the Universe that just begs to be discovered."

"It's all there for conquering." He sneered. "For whoever's strong enough to achieve it. There's nothing worth learning from it. Other then ways to kill and destroy it."

"You're a very depressing mech to know, you know that?" The Autobot said bitterly, crossing his arms.

"And you're the most annoying." Galvatron replied immaturely.

Another silence followed as they both looked out at the twinkling stars. Galvatron soaking in their conversation and simply felt what it was like to have his nemesis standing so closely. It was odd to see such an extremely different angle of Optimus. No guns blazing, no optics alight with hate and battle lust. Just two mechs standing and conversing casually. It was almost peaceful. And again a small pang of fear ran through him.

Being civil with Prime was getting easier. Almost comforting. He hated it.

Yet Optimus was the only other transformer in the entire universe who understood him. Even if he didn't agree with Galvatron, Prime still knew what he was trying to say.

"Prime. I will always hate you. No matter what the out come of this battle today."

"I don't know what you want me to say to that." Came the sad reply.

"Don't you want to say how much you hate me?"

"I will never admit that part of myself. Even to you." Prime uncrossed his arms, stepping back from his enemy and making a retreat for the bright lights and much more cheerful faces of his friends. All this pessimistic talk was starting to wear on him. He needed high spirits for the upcoming battle. Not lonely brooding.

A hand reached out and touched his shoulder, stopping the Autobot dead in his tracks.

"Don't walk away just yet." The other murmured softly. "I'm not done speaking to you."

He froze. Startled by the gentle sound tyrant's vocals and not sure how to handle it. What else could there be left to discuss?

"Well I have nothing else to say." Optimus almost whispered the words, trying not to sound as stunned as he was. "You aren't going to change your mind like I had hoped."

Galvatron sighed, but didn't remove his hand from the smaller mech's shoulder. If anything, his grip tightened.

"There you go, using that word again. Hoping for me to change my mind isn't going to make it happen."

"Then what do I have to do?" Prime twisted away trying to dislodge the hand that held him. He struggled for a second with the options of either standing still and hoping the other would relinquish his grip, or knocking the intrusive mech away with a well aimed swat. "How can I make you see reason?"

Galvatron looked into his enemy's bright yellow optics, noting the hint of desperation in them. It wasn't the same as the raw anger and hatred that he was used to seeing. It somehow seemed foreign and uncharacteristic of the mech. It didn't seem right. Yet he found his thoughts drifting from his displeasure at Optimus's seemingly out of place expression as his eyes wandered over the Autobot's structure. He took in every scar, every dent and every mar on the once so squeaky clean bot. Part of him proud that he had inflicted many of them. Part of him saddened that something that he considered so perfect was now flawed.

Yes. Optimus was perfect. Even when he drove Galvatron up the walls with his heroic nonsense.

Perfect, and beautiful. A mech built just for him. And like anything that was created just for his sake, he wanted to use it to it's limits.

"You can never make me see reason, Prime. I'm too far gone for it."

Optimus felt a shudder roll through him at Galvatron's honest answer. Noticing the other's sight drifting up and down his structure the Autobot, too, gave the stalwart Decepticon a quick once over. Old war wounds, still visibly traceable, were etched over his entire frame. Deep gouges, some that he could remember inflicting himself, seemed painful. Constant reminders of their endless conflict. The strong, sturdy, tank of a mech seeming all that much more vicious because of them. He was truly a bot built for destruction.

A bot built with a strikingly handsome visage and a smooth velvet voice that seemed to caress one's audios even when spouting curses on the battle field.

"Are you always so quick to give up on what you want?" He replied almost breathlessly as he stared back into his rival's ruby optics, shuddering slightly when he found them waiting for him.

"I've never given up on you." The Decepticon all but purred as he drew Optimus closer, finding little resistance as the other mech weakened under his grasp.

"And just...what do you mean by that?"

"Guess..." Came the short reply as Galvatron, all too quickly, reached up with his other hand and cupped the Autobot's chin, tugging the stunned mech's face guard down and pressing his lips to Prime's.

He wasn't even sure he wanted to do it. A sudden urge to be closer to the fellow General gave him the motivation to test the waters. Prime had always been a beautifully crafted mech and now that they were stuck together and forced into pleasantries, he found the desire to give into curiosity too hard to ignore. He wasn't even sure of Optimus's reaction. Which could either be very entertaining or a fate worse then facing Unicron one on one. He expected resistance. He expected a sudden treaty violation and for their little charade to go up in smoke. He almost wanted an excuse to start the fighting once again, even if the only reason was that the Autobot's personal bubble was horribly trespassed upon. But more then that, he just wanted the other mech and damn any consequence he might face due to his violations

What he got was entirely unexpected.

Optimus froze up. Shoulders riding up ever so slightly as his own treacherous body felt a sudden spark of, he didn't want to call it pleasure, race through him. Fist curling and uncurling as he attempted to relax and assess the situation. Structure rigid under the slowly relinquishing grasp of his enemy and soft movement of the warm lips against his own. He tried to understand the reasoning behind such an inconceivable action. Mind racing through any excuse that Galvatron might have conceived to attempted such a blatant disregard for his comfort zone. Optimus couldn't grasp a single one. Or focus long enough to think straight.

Galvatron parted from his nemesis, a gentle brush of his victorious grin against the other's now trembling frown. Hands uncurling from Optimus's shoulder and chin only to wander smoothly down the Autobot's stiff arms as if to rub some life back into them, rumbling a pleased noise at the shudder that he managed to wring from the uptight bot. Thoroughly pleased that Optimus was handling the situation so maturely. Or perhaps, he just simple didn't know how to react. The very thought of the Autobot General as a rookie to intimacy was just too amusing. He wanted to taint him even more. For he wasn't a rookie. He had been with a wide variety of mechs on a superficial level. Optimus, however, wasn't one of these mechs.

He aspired heavily as he leaned in once again to nudge the crook of Optimus's neck, mouth parting to kiss the heating metal around sensitive armour seems as his own internal temperatures rose. He savored the smell of the other mech. The gritty scent of oil and something else that was just plain Optimus. The clean metallic flavor of his shining Autobot armour. And Prime's stiff reactions were just too perfect. So controlled, yet ready to burst. Winding his foe up so tightly that even the proud bot would loose inhibition and allow himself to enjoy this little game just as much as Galvatron was. For he was truly enjoying Prime now. Even if he expected a sudden fist to the face as the noble warrior played denial.

"Galvatron..." Optimus breathed, struggling to keep an even tone as the tyrant's glossa traced a delicate seem in the plating of his neck. "Stop this."

"Oh why would I do that?" The Decepticon sighed as he nuzzled the side of the heated cheek of his enemy. "Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

"No." The other stated flatly, desperate to remain calm.

"Really?" Galvatron asked in feigned surprise. "I must not be trying hard enough."

Grinning at the obvious twitch in the smaller mech's optic and the subtle trembling of his limbs Galvatron leaned in once again, planting a much more demanding kiss to his rival's still frozen lips, all but begging for them to part and allow him further exploration.

A small furious noise escaped the, until now, composed bot. He couldn't tolerate the Con's transgressions any longer. He had tried, for pacifism's sake, to keep a cool head, even when it was spinning from the awe inspiring sensuality behind every touch. But damn it all, his dignity was worth more then that. He could not forgive the larger bot his trespasses.

His fist balled so tightly that the dermal plating of his palm began to dent. In once quick jerk, wrenched his face away from the burning kiss and shoved out at the rumbling chassis that was just begging to crush into his own. Optimus stumbled back as Galvatron fell away with a surprised gasp, realizing just how weak his own legs had become. He backed away from the Decepticon, not fully paying attention to the direction he was heading, striking a wall a second later.

Galvatron managed to catch his footing before falling straight back onto his aft. All traces of alarm melted away as the Con chuckled warmly and very amused. He looked into the spooked yellow optics of the Autobot that had just backed himself into a corner and smiled pleasantly. Still thoroughly aroused by the other mech.

"I was wondering when you'd do that." Galvatron grinned. "Here I thought you wouldn't defend yourself."

"I didn't want it to come to violence." Optimus croaked as he tried to find his vocals once again, optics wide and aspiring lightly to cool his circuits.

"Nor do I."

"Then, please, Galvatron. Just let it be." He didn't want to beg, but wanted the other to see how determined he was to make this stop.

"I won't, Prime." He advanced on the cornered bot. "Maybe I'm trying to make a point here. Maybe I want you to see how pointless of a charade that this truce between us is. That no matter how we interact with one another, even on a level such as this, we will always be consumed with hatred."

"So you're trying to make a point here." Optimus interrupted bluntly. "You're not trying to get under my skin?"

"Perhaps." Galvatron replied thoughtfully as he closed in on the Autobot, who was still determined to remain as calm as possible. "But I did say maybe, after all. My own intentions are not so clear to me."

Prime felt his entire chassis tremble as the vicious Decepticon drew near enough to touch him. Both of Galvatron's strong arms reaching out, palms flat against the wall, trapping him to the cold steel behind him and the libidinous tyrant. That striking face leaning closer once again to his own.

"Galvatron...get....away." He sounded so weak as the scent of the other's warming body suddenly bloomed around him. The heat of his dull armour burning as it pressed close enough to hold him stead fast to the immovable wall at his back.

"Maybe I've always wanted this, Prime." The Con purred, reaching to cup the beautiful and terrified face of his enemy. "Just you and me, like this. If only for a moment to indulge in you. Your body, your reactions, the sound of your voice. Something that I should never have, and could never keep."

"But...I..."

"Wouldn't you like to try me out too?" The other grinned, feeling the smaller mech teeter over the edge of want and need and right and wrong. "This is your only chance to find out what makes me tick. We've been so close for so long, Prime. An almost romantic notion if you think about it. Our hate, so similar to sappy love. Both emotions, like two sides of the same coin. Both equally as strong. For don't you spend more time thinking of me then you do a lover?"

"It's not the same!" Optimus gasped, trying to wrench is head away, to turn away from those smoldering crimson eyes that burned into his very core.

"Of course it is." Galvatron held him stead fast. "Love, hate, the basis of all emotions. Both can consume one's mind entirely. The only difference is the desires that come with each one respectively. Yet sometimes the lines are blurred. Have you never been so furious with me that all you can think of is driving your fist into my face? Or even grab onto me in a fit of passionate hate and just hold me like you don't know what to do with me? Shake me, slam me to the ground? Anything just to get a reaction?"

"Yes, but..."

"Love works the same way. Instead of slamming a fist into me, you kiss me. You hold me just for the sake of feeling me under your touch. You try to wring a reaction out of me. I'm not saying at all that we are in love, just that our hate is so similar to it that lines can blur. That the desires that come hand in hand with love can easily cross that thin barrier and become the desires of hate."

His ruby optics narrowed. Grin splitting his dark features as the Autobot absorbed what he knew to be true. Pleased with the look of revelation that crossed Optimus's face.

"Are you telling me that you....desire me, Galvatron?" Prime spoke carefully, hating the way his own voice sounded vulnerable under the intense glare of the other General.

"I suppose I am." The Con rumbled low and pleased.

"But how did you ever come up with such a ridiculous justification for all of this?"

Galvatron thought for a second, wide grin softening to an expression less menacing.

"It was the only way I could convince myself to attempt it. I had thought about it before, along time ago when I thought I had truly lost you. Your death put me into such a deep depression that I couldn't care less about Earth or your Autobots or even Cyberton. But once you were back I passed it all off as simple confusion. Shock, if you will, to the loss of my archenemy and assured victory."

He stroked the hot metal cheek under his touch, relishing the way it made Prime's jewel toned optics daze.

"Now it's all coming back to me. And with you standing so close all the time, I'm realizing just how incredible you are."

Optimus felt his very processor stop. It was all too much to take. Galvatron's words, his reasoning, his actions. The responses of his own body were mind shattering. Was this real or just a mind game that the Decepticon was playing? And if so, how could he make this dangerous situation neutral once more?

"So what do you want then? Do you want me let you man handle me? Do you want me to fight you as you force yourself upon me? What exactly do you want from this?"

"I want what you refuse to let yourself feel. Just for a moment, Prime, can't you pretend that you aren't just some mindless machine, built only for war and destruction, and just enjoy what I have to offer?"

"And what are you offering!?" Optimus snapped as he began to lose patience. "Because I think I have the right to say no here!"

"Of course you do." The other purred and pressed closer, lips nearly touching the furiously trembling ones that were just a hair's breath away. "But what I'm offering isn't nearly as horrible as you think. Pleasure with no strings. Come on, Optimus. How long has it been since you've let loose and enjoyed your life? How long has it been since you've felt another person's touch and wanted to have more? I may be your enemy, but I've been closer to you then even your own friends. In a way, I'm really the only one you can screw around with, with no sticky repercussions. You can't have a relationship with anyone under your command. There's too much at stake. Too much you both could lose. You won't lose anything with me."

"How could you say that?" Prime gasped. "I know very well that I was not programmed to love another person. I'm not meant to live a normal life. But I certainly wasn't programmed to look down upon intimacy and treat it as something so trivial that I can give in to you!"

"You've never interfaced with another bot, have you Optimus?" Galvatron grinned.

"W-what does that have to do with anything?" He stuttered from the intendancy of the question.

"Because if you had, you wouldn't think twice about what I'm offering you. You still cling to the ideals of love and lust being one and the same. It's not true, however. So give it up, Prime. You may die today and never experience true pleasure. So why not accept it from the only other transformer in the entire universe who can give it to you, free of charge, so to say?"

"But...but..."

He struggled to speak, but failed to find the words when he knew it was a loosing battle he was fighting. Galvatron, though he was loath to admit it, was right. Because unfortunately, he could understand what the other mech was saying. He could never be close to a fellow Autobot. He was alone. He knew he would be when he accepted the Matrix and took on the hero roll. He was destined to be alone in the crowed. Perhaps one day he could retire and live a normal life with a normal relationship. But seeing as how Galvatron wasn't planning on dying anytime soon on his own accord, and insisted upon keeping their hate alive and burning, it may never happen. He really had no reason to reject him other then personal hang ups. As long as Galvatron survives, he would be the only constant that Prime could ever count on in his life. But did he accept this enough to actually go through with it?

Though he found Galvatron to be somewhat attractive, and that voice of his like warm, liquid energon, exhilarating and smooth going down, he wasn't sure he could look past their rivalry to relax enough and enjoy him. It was too awkward. Was he so shallow that he needed physical interaction from his enemy, or was he the only mech in the room with his head on straight?

"It's alright to feel hesitant. I was nervous my first time too." The Decepticon chuckled and kissed him gently on his cheek.

"I haven't said yes yet." The Autobot whispered, barely audible as his body began to slacken against the wall, relinquishing his uptight self control.

"Take your time. I'll try to make it easier." He hissed hotly in Prime's audio sensor, making the other tremble like his legs would give out at any moment.

"Galvatron, nothing you can do can make this easier."

"I'm sure I could think of a few ways." The other's grin twisted into a genuine smile as he groped between the softening mech's legs.

Optimus choked on his own soft groan as his body involuntarily bucked. Fingers dragging along the wall, screaming like nails on a chalkboard, as they sought a purchase in the cold metal. Heat flaring through his circuits, he didn't know how much longer he could hold out against the experienced Con.

"G-Galvatron..." He nearly whimpered.

"Just relax." The tyrant purred. "I won't hurt you, Optimus."

It wasn't pain he was afraid of. Pain he expected at the hands of his enemy. The unexpected pleasure was what really had him worried. However those nimble digits began tracing delicate wiring and that warm voice growling deeply in his audio sensor nearly had the proud Autobot melt into a puddle right there. Galvatron nipped softly at his collar as the fingers of one hand drew stinging lines down his armored chassis, attempting to pry open the other's spark chamber. Optimus could no longer take it as a particularly sweet spot was found, and overly exploited, at the juncture of his left leg and hip. Reaching out, he grabbed hold of his long time nemesis as his knees gave out and he nearly crumpled to the floor. Resting his head to the Decepticon's chest with a heady groan and a muted clank of metal on metal.

"So is that a yes?" Galvatron wrapped his arms around the smaller mech's waist to hold him up.

He gave no verbal answer. It was all in the way Optimus moved. Hands curling up and over the Decepticon's shoulders, legs finding enough strength to push and grind against body against body, optic's glancing up with a certain shine to them as the Autobot closed the gap between them even more in a searing kiss. It was all the permission Galvatron needed.
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Hotshot wondered where Optimus and Galvatron had disappeared to.

He wandered the halls of their ship, deciding to split up with Cyclonus to look for their commanders and cover more ground. He had noticed that the uncomfortable looking Galvatron had left the war chamber nearly an hour ago, but chose to ignore him. The other's didn't seem to fazed by his disappearance. Optimus, too, vanished a bare minute later. And now the two appeared to be AWOL as their impeding battle drew near.

It was almost time for the fliers to scramble to their ships and start the initial first wave. They needed to start off on a good foot, and moral was low without Optimus and Galvatron behind them.

It wasn't until Demolisher piped up in curiosity to where his leader had vanished to, that Hotshot noticed Prime was missing as well. Assuming he had gone off to find the other Decepticon he didn't worry. But after an alarming amount of time had ticked by and no Optimus or Galvatron, the young Autobot captain decided to take matters into his own hands. Organizing a little search party that consisted of himself and the less stable Decepticon copter.

He came to the observation deck, betting that either one or both were in there. Perhaps talking strategy, or worse case scenario, fighting.

He heard muffled voices from inside. Nothing alarming, just the mumbled sound of the two generals talking quietly amongst themselves. Nothing coherent. Reaching up to tap on the door, he jumped back when he heard Optimus shout, followed by a crash. A seemingly painful sound mixing with the obviously amused laugh from the Decepti-creep. Hotshot, fuming that Galvatron was attacking his leader, opened the door, barging in to the dark observation deck, gun drawn and ready for a fight.

He nearly tripped when he saw the shocked expressions of both generals staring at him from across the small deck, Galvatron appearing to be helping Optimus to stand. His large hand holding the smaller Autobot's as he pulled Prime up and off the ground to his feet, and Prime rubbing his back end like it was in pain. In their sudden surprise, Galvatron let go and Optimus fell back to the floor with a crash and yelp.

All three stayed where they were for a moment, wondering who was going to move first, when Galvatron laughed and turned from Prime towards the door where Hotshot was still aiming his death gripped gun towards the couple, blue optics wide with questioning.

"Oh don't worry Autobot." The Decepticon held his hands up in mock defense. "Prime just tripped in the dark and fell. I was helping him up."

Skeptical, the young bot looked to Optimus, who seemed to be aspiring just a little too heavy for merely tripping. And his face guard was down.

"Sir?"

"It's alright, Hotshot." Optimus reassured and tried to stand with shaky limbs. "I was looking for Galvatron....and I found him. But I tripped in the dark.....But I'm fine."

Galvatron nodded as the little mech glanced back to him, optic ridge raised with suspicion. Suddenly remembering Optimus, he turned back around with an exclaimed 'oh', and took the Autobot's outstretched hand, pulling him to his feet successfully this time. They lacked grace and seemed awkward. Hotshot didn't quite trust their story. Just how long where they talking for anyway? And why did Optimus look exhausted and Galvatron grinning like that?

"Forgive my interruption." Hotshot looked to Optimus. "But it's nearly time for the attack against Unicron. We should get back to the war chamber as soon as possible."

"Fantastic idea!" The Con exclaimed cheerfully. "I'll go on ahead. I'm finished my...discussion with Prime here, and I shall meet you two gentlemen later."

He reached out towards Optimus's face, snapping the faceguard back into position as if shutting one's dropped jaw. He then smiled at the stunned mech who glanced away, Hotshot didn't want to say sheepishly. Then Galvatron took his leave, moving past the young bot quickly. Hotshot gave a quick salute as the tyrant passed him and he made his way to Optimus once the Con was out the door and out of hearing range.

"So...what where you two talking about... with your face guard down?" He gave his commander an interrogating look.

"Nothing much." Optimus said almost too quickly. Noticing how the other's mouth twitched in disapproval to his blunt answer, he sighed. "My guard fell off when I tripped. And Galvatron and I have been enemies for a very long time. We just had a few things we wished to speak to one another about. Things that we couldn't discuss before."

"Like what?" The kid cocked his head and grimaced, curious as to what Prime would have wanted, actually wanted, to discuss with the jerk.

"Philosophical stuff....mostly..." Prime shrugged. "We've both been around since the beginning of the war. There's lots of things that we've both thought about over the years...lots to talk about."

Hotshot didn't quite buy it, but shrugged himself. "Ok fair enough. Something's only you old war dogs can understand. I get'cha. Let's just get back to the war room. We have a lot of work to do."

Thankful for his captain's abandoning of the topic, Optimus smiled and nodded to his friend. As they made their way silently back to the others, he thought about what had just happened and what he had just done. It wasn't that he regretted what he did. In fact he was glad he did. He went against all logic and let go of his inhibitions. Something he had never done and would have never done if not for Galvatron. He felt normal. He felt enlightened. A little tired and sore, yes, but better for doing it. Slightly sad at Galvatron's parting words, before Hotshot had interrupted, and wishing that the other stubborn mech could understand and see things from HIS perspective too. They didn't have to fight anymore. But he knew the other Con too well to hope for his mind to change. Despite how wonderful that experience had been, how much he had wished it had never ended, they were enemies. Even when Galvatron had told Prime that he wished they could stay that way forever and Optimus had felt his very spark jump from those words, they were both smacked back into reality when they realized things hadn't changed. They never would. Galvatron would see it through to the end.

~ ~ ~

"Just promise me one thing, Prime."

"Anything."

"Promise me you won't die out there today. That you won't let Unicron destroy you."

"How can I promise that?"

"Because if you don't promise me, I'll never forgive you."

"Ok, I promise. But you do realize that one or both of us could die today."

"Yes I'm aware. But if you die by anybody's hands other then mine, I will find you in the next life and make you wish I had killed you in this one."

"So nothing's changed."

"Of course not."

"Well, I'll hope that it does."

"You pathetic Autobot...I'll enjoy destroying you if only to end your senseless HOPE once and for all!"

"Just help me up...and don't drop me."

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