"Could you?" Optimus asked, blameless understanding-doubt leaking across, unhindered. "Even in the heat of true rage? I've seen your spark, Megatron. I'm the one person you don't have to lie to."

Despite the possible poor timing, even as he spoke up Megatron's mental imaginings filtering across were enough to draw a low moan out of the Prime. Shameless, he tilted his hips up in subconscious offering, grinding their still joined equipment together, sparking light charge. The calipers in his own valve clenched and reconfigured more tightly in sympathetic want.


Engine purring once more, cable coils shifting, Optimus could only agree that the idea of being taken by his Highlord was quite agreeable.

Temper problem or not.