The Prime purred, coding and Matrix both approving of the sudden change in Megatron's aggressions. Even occasional submission to the Prime would be rewarded, and did not make him weak in the least.

Everyone needed their moment of weakness. Better be it with the Prime that with someone who might use it against them both.

"It might. But until then..."

A shift and a wiggle, and Optimus was able to get his hands between them; sliding fingers under Megatron's aft. Not that he didn't detour a bit in the process, fingers slipping along the crackle-charged edges of his Highlord's valve.

With a grunt and a heave, Optimus lifted Megatron's entire frame just enough to impale his charged valve on his waiting spike.