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Beautiful Tragedy

Chapter 12: Twined Bleeding Sparks

The day cycle was beginning, lighting up the black skies a fraction at a time. Deep below under the false sky, in the rust sands of the Great Cybertronian Rust Desert that dominated the majority of its once lush surface, a single red and blue vehicle form sped through in a rush of dust as several hundred feet behind it a sole silver mech covered from helm to pede in his own mech fluid raced several paces behind him.

Optimus didn't know how far he had run. He didn't know for how long... but he was feeling the bite of weariness in his weakened form from a combination of lack of proper fueling, insanity and the 'pull' in his chest plates now burning painfully with every mile for reasons unknown. His T-cog screamed at his stupidity for running it so hard when it had never been used once in the entirety of his life until today.

The ex-slave could feel Megatron's virtual manic vents huffing against his rear bumper, hungry for whatever the madmech had in store. He figured he could get away if he continued towards the 'pull' to disregard the stinging aches, he could ignore the stress of his feebly exercised transformation organ. But Primus... Oh, he was just so cruel to him... The grating physical stress had finally caused one of his overheated rear tires to burst loudly, polevaulting him over the rest of his tires and land hard on his cab's roof.

Horrified, the red and blue mech tried desperately to transform and race on raw pede but was tackled to the rust sand the moment he managed to return to his root form. He screamed at the insane laughter filling his beating audios and the ex-Pharaoh's greedy, uncoordinated black claws pinned him down in slowly the heating rust sand. He had no real strength to fight back. All of his mad energy for the rush of leading him away from the rebel camp, completely gone with this one swift blow. Not that he would fight this... Because after all... in way... didn't he deserved it...?!

The silver mech vented hotly over his foolish beloved's wild facials before snatching his dry but still plush dermas a desperate, sloppy kiss. His internals blazing from the excitement and from depraved delight. "...Mine!" he slavered giddily, watching in mad glee as he devoured the emotions he starved for from the other smaller mech. Delicious heedless love... Oh Primus, yes... yes...! How he wanted to lick those guilty optics... Suck all those bitty teardrops away...! All his!

The Autobot immediately flinched away when a wet glossa slipped over his quickly shut optic shutters, feeling a sick charge bolt through his frame at the raspy moan his former master made. That voice... It bit his hallowed spark... It leapt about at the idea of being used for his possible pleasure... or being eaten alive as punishment... Either one... He wanted it... He wanted him... In any form... It didn't matter...!

But damaged logic, far from the semi robot's mania, told him he had to survive. Get away from this lunatic or force him to stop his attack before he was trapped forever, which was something he desired to fling himself into... That is until a particularly nasty pulse from the 'pull' jabbed him out of straying back his crazed nonsense thoughts. Go to it. Survive. Make him survive. It ran red hot until it subconsciously jolted his limp, slightly aroused chassis to squirm out from under the hold.

The large Decepticon seeing the slightest movement of the smaller mech's curvy metal body to leave him again, giggled as he fiercely grabbed his chin in a his solid grip before forcing it to him. "...Ah, ah...! We can't... have you flee from this can we...? Can we...?!" he grinned widely, showing off his vital fluid stained fangs upon seeing a lick of fear in his mist clearing sapphire optics. Was he finally getting it now...? That fleeing the inevitable was pointless...?

Optimus shivered under the gun mech's crushing grip and sight. Torn in the wild thoughts of madness and instinct, a moment from neither side of himself was born from his indecision. Reacting he roughly pushed up, accidently digging the tips of his blue fingers into a rather large open gash in center of his broad chest plates.

Megatron suddenly seized up into agonized frozen spasms at a the massive old wound shot open from his run into the rebel campsite before groaning weakly and falling limply to his side, whimpering in pain. That hurt! He always hurt him...! Was this all meant to be so...? He give him love and he wound him...? ...Wretch...! Angelic whore...! Prime seducer...! ...Beautiful slave... "Rrrraawwrrr...! Why...?" he whimpered, optic fluid welling into his optics.

The Autobot ex-slave's beaten, but remaining good nature arose through his frame and guided his fatigue shaking, metal body over to his former master's side. His spark cut itself open anew at the vision of his love shivering hopelessly, moments away from something horrible no doubt. It stung in ways he couldn't describe from seeing his love do a complete turn around behavior wise into once again something he hated seeing from the proud, courageous mech...

Still, the slightly smaller red and blue robot reached over and brought the struggling larger mech onto his lap. "You... are okay... I promise..." he whispered a demented giggly singing tone, obviously attempting to control his insanity unlike the mech currently in his loose embrace. He didn't even notice the drooling madness his former master displayed. No... He did noticed how warm he was... That even covered in vital fluid he was still beautiful...

The ex-Decepticon leader gritted his fangs and decrepitly swiped at the hands cradling him. Now the gentle touch...! It tortured...! It solaced...! DAMN HIM! "...No...! Leave me to die...!" he puled pitifully while hissing and grunting, trying to make himself appear intimidating but instead he just revealed how unstable he was.

But that didn't really matter to the mentally struggling semi robot. All his vision warped him as was the mech he loved... he desired... Even his screams to die sounded so sweet... but he wouldn't let that happen... no... "...No." he spoke bluntly lovesick, an angelic smile spreading on his dirtied face plates.

The ex-Pharaoh's mad ruby optics widened in silent horror. "...You cruel bitch...!" he screeched quietly, clawing deep at the sides of the other's beautifully torturing facials and blue helm before his energy faded with a frustrated whine. Damn him! Incubus...! Prime loving incubus! Curse him...! Love him...! Love him!

Optimus simply clutched the larger mech lovingly tight to his chest plates, disturbing smile still ever present but with his mech blood now slithering down slowly as he wagged a single finger to his beloved's gritted denta. "No, no, no... See...? I'm going to feed you...! Yes... Take my vital fluid, Master... It is all have to give..." he tittered motherly as he chest plating slid apart to show his main fuel lines connected to his spark.

The silver mech continued to stare at the ex-slave with wide-optics, displaying what appeared to be an incredibly brief moment of clarity but it soon disappeared into a haze of hunger at the first sight of energon oil being pinched out of the tap. He lunged his open mouth forward and bit harshly into the soft spigot of his left line.

The large Autobot winced before smiling, relieved and creepily happy. This was a natural method to steam off vital fluid from within to another when their was no doctor, no transfusion pump and had no real way aside from tearing open delicate cabling. Even mad the red and blue robot knew better than to slit his throat or his wrist cables. Infection was deadly in the contaminated rust soil of the desert...

Besides... How could the red and blue mech complain when the other robot was harshly nursing from him, drinking from him... It was so beautiful...! "...Drink me...! Drink me, Master...! Don't I taste good...?!" he sang deliriously, rolling his helm back and stroking his former master's back as a mad happy charge throbbed through his systems.

The massive gun mech barely heard his beloved's insane nonsense in favor of devouring more of the succulent, jelly-like, low-grade energon oil from the other tap when his became rather dry and had to switch to continue his meal. "You... evil..." he murmured muffled around the other spigot he bit into and suckled hard for more creamy substance to feed on.

The semi mech just continued to smile and tilt his helm at the larger robot, barely noticing the babble but found it humorous. Evil...? Yes, evil... Evil little broken Autobot who ruins everything he touches and loves... His cute curse! "Yes... Evil... Very..." he laughed bitterly just as his love finished his meal and glared up at him, optics shining oddly bright with the fading strength from wounds and inner betrayal.

Megatron licked the low-grade fluid from his dermas like a hungry, beaten pet drone, dragging his claws down the closing chest plates while clenching his tortured optics shut. Even with a somewhat passable amount of fuel in his tanks, it did no real good when it was wasted on his self-repair systems trying to close up his deep gouges that were sure to have dirtied from the rust sand.

Primus, why couldn't he have controlled himself...?! Feeding from the beautiful, so, so beautiful... little sparkplaying Prime seducer...! Why?! ...Because he still loved him... Even if he somehow managed to kill him... he would always love him... With a loud dying cry of shrill frustration, the ex-Pharaoh allowed his failing suffering frame to fall to the side, defeated by his broken spark... at least for now until he gets some form of strength to rid him of the being serving as the source of his pain...

Optimus bent his helm down to his former master's scratched up striped helm, kissing and lapping up some of the dried mech blood found there before he spoke softly into his audios. "...I will never let you die... Because you see... I'm evil... I want to be with you... and Primus won't let me. So you see... I'll just drag you along as I go to fall to my fate... with you... But don't worry... I will be with you always..." he giggled before hefting the surprisingly rather light Decepticon despite being mildly fueled, tightly onto his back before he walked off towards the 'pull' burning in his chest...

The slow days that passed seemed like many long cybertronian lifetimes lived slack and harrowing for the pair. Optimus limped along carrying the weak ex-Pharaoh on his back, following the 'pull's' definite point along the Kaon River he had miraculously restumbled upon. And despite the river's proud lively current, around it was nothing but rust sand, not even crystal or metal grass and it certainly was not a replacement for much needed fuel even it did help keep their steel cool.

The day heat of the summer in the desert was incredibly brutal and unending to everything and everyone crossing it, but mostly to the large ex-slave who felt like it was punishing particularly him for all of his sins. But having no clue as to what direction the rebel camp he had fled from's direction anymore, proceeding towards the obnoxious 'pull' was all they had left.

So the Autobot's and to the extension, Megatron's only form of protection was his dusty old cloak and cape as well as the uncommonly found ruins from the old cities swallowed up by the desert. Many were littered with relics of the so called "Golden Age", when it really should've been called a temporary pause in the violence cravings for the Decepticons before they turned on their brother race.

However, despite the occasional stop in hardly suitable shelter from horrible ruststorms that could tear their quite skinny frames apart, they rarely stopped in their travels except for him to feed the Decepticon with what little his body could squeeze out. And much was quiet during the travels, broken somewhat often whenever the ex-Pharaoh decided to have another one of his insane fits of rage or sorrow or both. Often the silver mech would try to unsuccessfully kill him during these moments which wouldn't work and would devolve to a mere sparkling or a thrashing, whining beast. However most of the time he just limply laid wherever he was placed as he simply didn't have energy or simply gave up once again.

However, the red and blue mech was barely fairing any better, sanity-wise. His world-view was terribly slanted, filled with mad colors and sounds along with memories living themselves as if they were the actual present events. Usually during the massive silver robot's random fits, which were visually and physically hurtful to witness, his insanity simply twisted it about to seem to be like the sane Decepticon he adored playing with him... smiling... laughing...

Sadly, the strange lucid dreams that plagued the truck's forced recharges gave him no solace in the least from his disturbed reality. With every night cycle after a long day of travel and setting the gun mech beside him to calm them both, his dreams began to get clearer and clearer until he could finally understand the words that were once illegible before. And this night... he could make out full sentences perfectly...

It began as it always had, the image of his beloved Megatron molding from the mech he loved so dearly into something demonic and evil. And soon was followed by him fleeing away from him then returning to him to see him on his knees covered in his mech fluid. Normally, he would see him scream something but not really hear anything.

But he heard words... Words that rang around his darkened processor like a sharp bell. "...Why did you leave me...? Why?! Do you not see how I suffer without you?! I bleed without you! Without your healing love, I suffer!" the ex-Pharaoh howled as Optimus' spark stalled when he heard that. He really shouldn't have been so surprised that he was the cause of his torment but it sounded desperate, not punishing.

It made the Autobot ex-slave move on autopilot, ironically right in sync with his dream self... that is if he was here this time. But strangely wasn't. It just seemed more of the real him acting in the dream this time... "I... I had to... Destiny seemed a better option to me at the time than my own suffering... I really didn't mean you any harm from my selfishness... I really didn't..." upon hearing his words, the Decepticon turned and saw the other mech weakly reach out for his being, before his shocked face plates turned vile.

"So, now you see your foolishness in drowning in your destiny? Now you see the pain you cause by following the light, blinding yourself to everything you love instead of using it as your beacon for all?" the silver mech growled out in another now translated sentence, rising up menacingly and stomping over to gaze at him directly in the guilt shining lazuline optics.

Unable to hold himself in front of the angry, sane dream version of his former master, the slightly smaller red and blue robot dropped to his knees and embraced him passionately as he spread his armor open, exposing his private pieces in the ultimate submissive offering of himself. "If you must have my processor, chassis or life to appease you for this wrongful decision I've made... then take it! It's yours! I will not fight you!" he proclaimed proudly, honestly reflecting his shattered spark.

The dream gun mech seemed to take amusement of some kind after several minutes before speaking more calmly with a soft smile. "I will not harm you, Optimus. And will have no need to... I already have them... and you have mine... if you will accept them?" he asked soft and dripping love, his ruby optics lit with pure affection.

The semi mech allowed optic fluid to pour from his optics and he threw his arms open, baring himself as his spark leapt about in its crystal chamber at the idea of merging with the mech he had marked in it as his chosen mech. His possible eternal bondmate. "...Yes...! Yes! Take me!" he cried loudly, helm thrown back to the black dream atmosphere from the strength of his declaration.

Then Megatron practically plowed him over before merging everything of each part Optimus' being, processor through his transference ports, frame through his valve and his spark through the energy orb itself. Yes, he had experienced the dream's false mating several excruciating times now, but it didn't matter. It felt so real... Every time, it never failed to make him believe this was happening... It was gorgeous fake reality he wanted...

And when relaxing beside his 'mate' in the next part of the dream's predicted cycle, the large Autobot again saw nothing in his hallow spark chamber. Primal terror ran through his recharging consciousness though he had seen this several times before a soft glowing silver hand grasped his own glowing golden one in a gesture of comfort.

The ex-slave heard himself apologize for whatever caused their death though he didn't will it to and the ex-Decepticon leader chuckled, shaking his helm before he spoke words that didn't completely sound like his. "Do not fear for your death. It is yet another rebirth. You know this well, even if you don't in your processor. For you and I... we were chosen to teach this sacred fact... and... to share our story of courage, agony and love. Forever." he said almost omnipotent as if was a deity talking to him.

The red and blue robot glowing gold bit his bottom derma in a moment of confusion before he replied his own words not quite understanding what that meant. "But... wouldn't that mean that I will die...? Or that you die...?" he asked hushed while remembering the prophecy of the Decepticon empire falling. Did this mean that he would also... No...! He refused to have such a bright spark be wasted in such radical nonsense!

As if the ex-Pharaoh sensed his fear before he embraced his beloved in his dream form, twitching hope throughout all of his worn spark. "...Optimus... I will never leave you... I would bend all of creation for you... All I ask though will never say until it might be too late... is you do the same... Maybe that doesn't mean much now but one day it will..." he whispered directly in his audios.

Again the coercive type of talking confused him. What did that mean...? Did it really mean anything? After this was still just a dream, no matter how unbelievably real it felt... but something inside of his mad thoughts made him feel the need to listen and take in as much as he could while he had the chance. "So... we won't die...?" he asked after much consideration of what to say in this Primus bizarre repeating dream.

"No. We are mortal and can be felled. However, our bonds with others we love will be what make us return to our people when they will soon need us most. So as of now and forever... we always simply sleep... and when we dream... paradise blooms around us..." the glowing silver mech grinned, kissing his love's forehelm crest and holding tighter onto his curvy frame.

The semi mech fell asleep without more of a struggle in his dear gun robot great arms wrapped around his body. He still didn't understand a damn thing from this revealing talking. What the pit was he supposed to make of all the higher talk? Well, he felt strangely... better hearing all of the baffling speeches. Calmer... Clearer... More hopeful for doing something he didn't know of yet...

Optimus awoke with a slight start, Megatron lying quiet beside him in exhausted recharge. His spark was pulsing fast from the revealing dream as slight clarity burst through his disturbed CPU. However, he barely could force himself to care anymore, even now with so much instructive riddles being said. What was the real point of the knowledge...? He and his former master were slowly starving to death and bleeding their fluids dry from the tantrums the larger mech had as well as him not really stopping the abuse.

They were running virtually on emergency backup power and desperately feeding from the Kaon River they had been following did not work any longer. Their taxed metal bodies needed actual fuel to process to survive... If they didn't find anything of sustenance in likely this day, they were going to die out here in the unforgiving wilderness...

The Autobot could barely lift up the ragged cloak he had been using as their makeshift cover from the rust sand. He really didn't find much hope in continuing even if they found suitable fuel... Following the river at the 'pull's' insistence had not gotten them really anywhere except lost and nearing death...

Death actually wouldn't so bad... It would take away his and the ex-Pharaoh's pain... and neither one of them would go alone... The ex-slave looked down at his weary sleeping companion before gazing back up to the twisting heat of the rust desert. Often a trick from both fatigue and the intense heat he was quite used to from their travels, he could see mirages.

Now was no different... He could swear he could see a tiny oasis right at the end of Kaon River, several miles away as very early dawn came over the false skies... Of course the red and blue mech wasn't stupid enough to go chasing illusions and waste precious energy, but oh, how starvation could tempt a mech to dive at nothing. He was quite willing to stay put despite the mad urge to go to the mirage, until he heard whispers over the howling wind of a coming ruststorm.

It was soft, echoing as if it came from everywhere. The sky, the soil and even seemingly from the inside of his CPU... "Optimus... Come here... Please come to me, my child..." it hushed over the dusty red and blue mech's armor warm and comforting like a carrier would to their sparkling, though internally it moderately alarmed him.

At first the semi didn't believe wind or anything really could talk and looked all around the desert surrounding him with half-blank optics to see no one there. Not that he was expecting to... Still it beaconed an answer so why not give the disembodied voice what he wanted so it might go back to wherever it had come from...? "...Who said that...?" he muttered dully, half expecting it to be the mirage that was talking to him. Trying to make him squander his and his beloved's remaining life by moving...

The voice continued, gaining a tint of urgency that made the 'pull' in Optimus' chest plating flare to actually very painful levels. "Optimus, my dear little child... come to me... You must..." it prodded more as the wind from a small ruststorm that brushed past from the pair to die into silence and kill his little theory of it being from the wind.

The 'pull' continued to yank and yank in his spark long after the voice disappeared until finally it forced the Autobot ex-slave to stand to lessen some of the pain. "...What do you want from me..." he growled darkly, scowl marring his features as the mask he had been using to prevent rust sand from blowing into his vents slid apart. Oh this was precious... Now he was imagining disembodied voices from nobody. Sure... Why not?

As if responding to his finally giving into his demands, the voice returned sounding just as desperate. "Come to me... Follow my tears... and all will be revealed..." it whispered almost like a physical caress against the large red and blue robot's very audio sensors.

Was it really worth it to follow the river further? Was it really worth the waste of remaining emergency energy to see if the taunting illusion was still there? Everything left logic-wise inside of the semi mech's disorganized processor howled at the idea to do as 'commanded'. ...It won. "...Fine. Whatever..." he grumbled, shakily bending down to lift up the still unnaturally recharging larger silver mech and throw him onto his weary cloak covered shoulders, almost dropping him before finding a sluggish pace.

Optimus trudged through the rust sand towards the mirage expecting it to vanish like all desert tricks did. But to his mild shock, it still remained when he reached. However he simply couldn't enjoy it. He felt so tired, after barely reaching a tall crystal tree his legs felt so sore and exhausted the overworked hydraulics gave out, collapsing to his knees and dropping his precious load onto the rust sand with him. He just laid there, thinking he should just lay there and bake in the harsh light growing in the horizon.

However when the Autobot caught the scent of sweet energon fuel wafting about teasingly around his olfactory sensors making him look up, to his great sparkbreak, the trees were full of ripe, plump energon fruit... but now was too weak to even reach up and grab them to save their lives... He broke. "Well...? What am I supposed to see...? This...?! How we are to die...?!" he rolled on his back and screamed at the barely daylit sky before whimpering and turning on his side to look face to face with his former master.

The slightly smaller red and blue mech choked from shattered emotions as he stroked his vital fluid stained facials before the last resonance of his optic fluid pooled out. 'It's all my fault... It's all my fault... I did this... I made him do this... I left him alone... I drove him insane... I did... I did...' a punishing little merry bunch of his own voices of warped reason echoed inside his CPU over and over. With every rapidly drying tear that fell from his optics it all came crushing over him. This was their end. He had no energy and the gun mech was very likely in the same scenario. They were going to die.

The ex-slave clutched his beloved close to him, feeling completely hallow. The rebellion would not stop and good people were going to lose their lives following the mech who arrogantly believed was the Prime but was false. He would lose everything he loved dearly... and they would both... die... accomplishing nothing in the end... "I'm so sorry, Master... I have killed us both... I'm sorry...! I'm so sorry!" he wept for all he was still worth onto the other's slowing moving chest plating, wrapping a numb silver arm around him.

But through his hopeless crazed thoughts the voice that spoke with an infinite of all voices and yet rang with the same all-knowing wisdom the Megatron from his dream had, spoke through the insanity. "Optimus..." it whispered in a comforting ringing tone once again though he didn't care for it.

The truck mech just tried to ignore it, praying it to leave him alone with his love to die in peace. But it persisted, pushing through his attempts to block it out with a limp dirty blue hand. After several minutes of the graveling prodding, it suddenly just stopped, making him believe it gone at last. That is until a mildly hard jab to his helm forced him to open his dull optics and gaze up at what struck him.

Optimus azure optics locked with the beady optics of a red and blue tindove, sitting on his helm. Annoyed at the drone seated on his audio antenna but too weak to swat at it, winced at the occasional peaking at him if he tried to look away from it. Soon another mechadove, a large silver, red and black one joined its smaller mate on its roost before hopping with its mate onto his curvy chest, both just staring at him as if asking him do something.

Oddly, the pair appeared to be a lot like the mated pair he saw many months ago... the pair whom he felt envy for being free... It was rather funny now. But odder still they almost looked like the both of them... The colors were almost spot onto their own. Their optics, though smaller even matched in color and intensity.

Slightly curious to see whether this was divine intervention or utterly complete insanity, the Autobot reached out to the mechabird resembling himself, surprising not taking flight or moving away in fear and laid his tear and rust soaked hand on its thin delicate crystal lined feathers.

The tiny drone cooed and looked to its silver mate, who returned the soft cry. Both then suddenly took flight directly up, high into the air, swirling about one another until they appear to become one in a flash of light matching the rising false sun of dawn behind them before sharply plunging down and striking the ground with blinding brilliance.

The large ex-slave felt a great rumble from under his chassis that vibrated through his frame and rocked seemingly the entire planet. He was flung several feet in the air to fall back on his aft as the metal earth swelled like it was giving birth before it cracked apart to uncover an utterly massive building mere feet from him and his fallen former master.

The red and blue robot could do nothing but stare at the majesty before him from his place on the rust sand covered soil. This tremendous building appearing in the middle of nowhere out of a tiny oasis was proof it was divine intervention. Now he was convinced Primus was the one talking to him and not his own insanity.

Although the semi felt rather spiteful for all the misgivings he granted him and almost left with the unconscious ex-Pharaoh pulled to his chest... If it didn't virtually rain fruit and vegetables onto his helm that were shaken from the great crystal trees of the oasis show to be growing on the surface of the divine temple, cracking back sanity into his hunger laden mind like a thunderbolt.

Optimus dove at the fallen natural energon fuel, sloppily and messily devouring as much as he could before turning to his beloved still nestled unconscious in the crook of his one of his arms. "M-Master... Look... Fresh fuel... Please... eat...!" he giggled madly though not from madness but raw happiness while wiping a bit of juice slovenly dripping from his dermas before noticing the other's still, limp movement. His spark could've stopped.

No... He couldn't have passed already...! It couldn't be...! Yes he rather weaker than he was the whole journey... but he couldn't be...! He wouldn't allow it! "...Master...?" the red and blue mech whispered, leaning his audio to his chest plates. It his relief there was a tiny pulse but it was weakening by the second.

"...No... I will not let you be taken now..." the Autobot ex-slave croaked brokenly, speaking almost the same omniscient tone with his dream's version of his love spoke with before taking a deep gulp of the ripe, sweet juices of an energon pomegranate and kissing the Decepticon's stiff dermas with all the strength he had left. He forced the fluid into the other's mouth while rubbing his throat cables to manually stimulate a swallow.

It luckily worked, much to the semi robot's spiritually weakened spark. The large but pitifully skinny silver mech thankfully had just enough emergency energy to ingest the fuel and immediately process it. The Autobot refused to stop his mouth-to-mouth fueling until he felt a bulge of fullness in the other mech's recessed tank after which he continued to fuel himself until he had enough strength to stand again.

Optimus hobbled forward with the gun mech more firmly piggybacked on his back, onto the thankfully short steps into the cool shade of the inside lobby of the behemoth temple. He sat down with a heavy vent of relief, laying his former master on his lap facing him. "We did it, My Lord... We have survived what none have done so alone..." he purred sweetly, stroking his beloved his slowly brightening features.

The voice returned after a few minutes of silence, louder than ever seemingly from being inside the holy-like building but still had the gentle and desperate tone it had from before. "Optimus... Come deeper within..." it whispered through the semi's steadily recovering CPU.

However it still made the ex-slave wince. He had not forgiven, 'Primus' if that was who had been talking and torturing him to do things. Forcing him to take a risk that couldn't ended them both right then and there. "Go away. I will not move from this spot just so you can try to take him from me once again." he growled at the darker insides of the grand temple.

The voice returned with a more sorrowful though not guilty tone, which vexed him more at their misfortunes he was sure was his fault in some form. "I assure you... I will not visit death onto your ill love... I never have..." it spoke much alike a warm mesh blanket draped around his frame.

A part of repairing but still probably permanently damaged logical self said that maybe it wasn't the deity who had caused all of this madness. After all, Primus was the more gentle of the creator-god duo that would never visit harm on even the worst of the worst of his children. Unicron on the other had, delighted in causing chaos in any slight form. Still, his bitterness didn't allow anything more to come out of his dermas than resent. "...I don't believe you." the Autobot hissed quietly.

Once more the divine voice came still ever so sweet and kind but still colored sad washed over him almost visibly. "My dear child... your spark is so blackened by guilt and sorrow... Your pain so vile and perceptible..." it trailed off like the owner was about to cry at his pain.

The red and blue mech didn't answer. As much as he wanted to believe it, he stubbornly wanted to have answers to all of this. Any answers! For almost a full cybertronian year he had been hounded by dreams, mania and that damned 'pull' in his spark! If he was so special, why didn't he get answers before all this?!

Still the voice continued, either not sensing his growing anger or was ignoring it to speak about him in that angering tone of importance. "But you must embrace your truth... your destiny..." it spoke softly to the emotionally shaking Optimus on the verge of snapping.

And snap he did. Having enough of the destiny and importance what have you, placed his beloved former master gently onto the beautiful mirror-like shined jade and gold floor before he bellowed towards where he believed the voice of Primus was originating from. "To embrace what?! Embrace what exactly?!" he screamed, showing his denta and swinging a fist into the open air.

Unaffected by the rage towards it, the voice proceeded to speak about his destiny with the same tone of sadness but was more serious. "To embrace yourself as the last and the greatest Prime..." the word Prime hanging in the air as if there was an echo, knocking the fighting vigor the ex-slave had down for several moments as his CPU tried to catch up.

...He was the Prime...? Him...? ...No... No it couldn't be... Never... Never...! He secretly felt that maybe he was someone worthy of possibly meeting the Prime, maybe even serving him in any way he could... but being the Prime...? A position Autobots worshiped and Decepticons feared...? If he was the chosen one and if Megatron found out... Oh, now it made sense...! Yes... it all made sense now!

"...Me a Prime? Oh that's rich! Fragging rich! Well that certainly would explain alot! How I destroyed the only innocent Decepticon I personally have ever met and led him to his path of self-destruction! Now it all just conveniently makes sense! I am just a glittering monster meant to hurt the one I love... So yes, thank you... Thank you for telling me I'm meant to be a killer..." the large rather skinny Autobot began with a humorless insane laugh before shouting viciously then breaking into a self-mutilating, fragile voice.

The red and blue robot listened to his enraged canter echo off the white swirled gold, silver and jeweled walls of the inside of the temple. Silence met him and for a few minutes thought he frightened off whatever he was talking to until the voice of Primus spoke again.

"A Prime's task is to love his people. Your destiny is never to become a beast but a leader. A teacher of love and unity. A voice of hope for the innocent and a hand of fairness towards the wicked." the voice spoke majestically, striking the spark of the doubting mech where it needed to heal the most with calm honesty.

The semi sat down and curled up on the floor, pressing his face plates into his knees, remaining distrusting that this was his role. "It doesn't matter... You have failed anyway. Even though some part of me wants to accept this, all I can do now is hate everything... and you." he whimpered malevolently, wishing the cybertronian god would just give up and smite him already... He had certainly had enough of this fragging destiny nonsense.

Again blessed silence met Optimus but instead of just a voice, there was now a gentle touch. There were no hands and yet it felt just like colossal, warm, smooth hands cradling his entire chassis effortlessly. And when the voice finally spoke it was so close, it felt he was whispering it in directly into his very core. "My sweet little sparkling... It is not I that causes you this pain. Merely a tragic series of circumstance that I do not control nor ever had. I weep the disasters that have befallen you and beloved..." it almost choked in sympathy.

The Autobot ex-slave remained stiff on the outside but inside he was a blazing inferno of questions and emotions. No matter what he tried, he could not get rid of the comfort it granted him nor continue to hate it. It didn't feel like the god was lying and was starting to come to terms with it. But... what about this destiny? Would it spare his beloved? Would it heal him?

As if answering his inner debate, the holy voice spoke again. "But fear not, for you are not tainted... and fear not for your love... He has a role to play when the time comes... but for now... come within... See your destiny and appease your suffering spark at last..." it finished as the mighty unseen hands lightly shoved comparatively tiny red and blue mech forward, further into the temple.

The large semi robot stumbled onto his hands from the push before biting his dermas. Should he...? Was it really as easy... as that...? Looking back at his slumbering former master before smiling a rarely seen nowadays genuine grin at him no longer in danger of being dead before he awakened. Yes. He had to. It was all he had left to believe in right now.

Rising up on slightly wobbly legs, Optimus turned around and brushed the still handsome facials lovingly before wrapping the tattered cloth of his once magnificent purple cape around him like a blanket. Satisfied, he then turned to the internals of the temple and walked through, barely noticing his elegant whitish surroundings or the various colored plasma torches as he went.

At the end the Autobot came to the main area he assumed was once used for active worshiping of their light-bringer. It was magnificently divine. Rooms spreading to everywhere with staircases to match each of the higher levels. Crystal clear water from the river, presumably of once every river before they dried up, ran through massive particular gaps in the mirror-like polished floors, filled with elegant water and land crystal and steel plants. Carpets of every conceivable color spread across spots where there was still floor and transparent sparkling curtains, some with an unknown symbol on them, were draped everywhere, from the tops of the doors to other rooms to wrapping around the gorgeously designed pillars.

And there calling him from all the divine beauty of the main room was a monolithic statue of their main god angled just so to outline the fake sun from the clear glass ceiling was craved of pure rare adamant iron with a series of steps leading to one of the statue's hands that was holding a type of chalice, already filled with holy water.

Knowing what to do even if his CPU did not, the ex-slave walked up the steps of the alter of Primus, sitting in the shallow chalice before looking up into the diamond statue's glowing optics. In one split second the statue's optics' flash making him cover his optics but the pure white light pierced through even his attempt to shield them with his hands.

The noises of rushing water and the sounds of laughter from millions of mechs greeted the large semi robot when the brightness faded. The Great Cybertronian Rust Desert was completely gone and in its place seemingly an endless expanse of exotic trees and drones of all shapes and sizes crawling all around. Even up in the sky he saw what appeared to be a very real new sun lighting up the planet.

The apparent common mechs, both Autobot and Decepticon, were living in gold and silver houses wrapped elegantly in the robotic forestry surrounding their homes like it lived with them in symbiosis. The buildings for the common alone looked like they built for kings but at the top of a massive overhang overlooking the mysterious city, was a palace seeming made for a god, looking like the Temple of Primus but revived and bustling with lights.

The red and blue robot gazed at it and soon came to see himself in the vision standing outside the temple's entrance. He was dressed in glittering transparent white clothes and had some jewelry, silver and gold but in a humble amount. However that wasn't what was getting the real Optimus' full attention. This illusion version of himself's chest was distended and his abdomen was heavily swollen with sparklings, triplets it seemed.

The Autobot ex-slave blushed when he realized he had successfully mated with someone and something deep within told him it was already someone he loved dearly... And soon enough he was joined by a mech who made his spark quake under his visage.

It was his beloved former master, sane, healthy and covered in long black, gold trimmed robes with various red royal designs as well as having a naughty smirk on his face. This was the Megatron he had fallen in love with. It made his spark curl seeing this version of his beloved sneak up playfully behind what appeared to be him as his bondmate.

The ex-Pharaoh suddenly hugged the illusion version of himself, making the said mirage just in surprise before melting into the embrace with a playful chuckle. "Oh, hello, darling. When did you get back?" the vision semi mech greeted with a loving coo.

The Decepticon purred and nuzzled him. "Just this morning. But tell me, sweetspark what are you doing up and about when you are so heavy?" he growled but the real Optimus he was scolding just from his tone. Evidently the vision version thought so as well and pouted.

"Oh hush. You know simply taking a small walk will not harm our sparklings." the illusion Autobot rumbled in a mixture of brooding and playfulness while rubbing his distended belly, clearly taking great pride in knowing who's young they belonged to.

The silver mech rolled his powerful crimson optics at his mate's obstinate nature towards what the doctors told him to do before joining his blue hands with his own ringed black ones in caressing their developing offspring. "Mmmm, I think our medics will beg to differ. But you know... I have missed you, love... So why don't we make time to catch up...?" he purred with a lick of long antenna.

The illusion ex-slave sharply moaned from obviously having so little sexual contact but quickly grabbed his bondmate's hand to halt the coming ministrations to interfacing. "N-No... That is the one thing I definitely think the medics will scold us something awful if I get too carried away with our... reunion." he whispered, bold charge evident.

The gun mech grumbled something about fragging the smaller red and blue mech senseless once their children were born and he had recovered enough to do so without damaging him but left it go in favor of wrapping his arms back around his beloved's bulging chest plates and belly to snuggle him.

The actual semi mech witnessing the beautiful domestic exchange could only hold his hand over his mouth and let optic fluid tears stream down his face before closing his optics from the sheer joy he felt infect his once depressed internals.

Primus' voice rang through the vision of possibly the future that awaiting him and his love to Optimus overcome with feelings of adoration for his awaiting life. "Is this not what you desire at the end of your hard journey?... Is this not something you would fight for if need be?... Even if death, hatred and fear consume you?... Even it does not happen soon but later, would you wait until the end of time?..." he said as the illusion vanished back into the all-consuming white light that swallowed him earlier.

The Autobot ex-slave humbled before the now proven pure destiny and effectively silenced his nagging doubts. It even almost destroyed his ability to answer the oath for him to swear to. "...Yes..." he whispered with all he was as the light reswallowed him into wherever it wished to take him.

Even though it was just a voice, it felt like a massive grin the span of the heavens grew in front of the semi. "Then rise and seize your destiny... Optimus Prime." the mech god spoke his child's true name in its fullest density of the grand destiny he was intended to spread...

The red and blue mech gasped awake from his trance, his cerulean optics beamed to their highest degree as his worn, starved frame began to transform as it floated several feet above the chalice he was seated on. His ragged cloak morphed into a godly light translucent fabric that appeared be like rivers of silk glass. Delicate shaped gold, silver and jewelry wrapped around his form as some formed around his helm in a winged crown with a in front.

And it was not just simply his clothes, his chassis changed as well. His frame tingled warmly as his tank filled with warm unknown fluid, supercharging his weary internal systems back to normal levels. His recessed metal skin pushing out to a more healthy shape as well brighten his natural colors and erase all of his life long scars, even the deepest ones along his back. And deep in his spark chamber a burning sensation that pleasured from the 'pull', as he felt something like solid divine hands move from its back to morph and enclose this spark's crystal chamber in pure power.

Apparently finished with his holy transformation, the newly born Prime was gently placed back onto the shallow pool which oddly didn't even ripple when he touched it, barely catching himself as the divine hands left. Panting he slowly gazed at and touched his frame. He was the authentic Prime. The last and the greatest. ...He simply couldn't believe it even with his doubts actually shattered...

"And now it all makes sense..." a familiar deep timbre answered his thoughts, startling the transformed Optimus to turn and see an awake sparkbroken expressioned Megatron clutching a beautiful white pillar to keep himself upright, looking at the floor as his claws dug into the delicate swirled designs.

The new Prime frowned at the pitiful ex-Pharaoh he loved so much. He looked as horrible as he probably really felt... He had to help him. The raw Matrix pulsed a jolt of information that he could, he now had the power to. But he would have to be brave and bear the pain in order to save. He had no objections to notifying of suffering to save him, he always intended to. "...Dearest former Pharaoh... You have to listen to me. It's not at all what you are going to think of..." he began gently, stepping down the alter staircase to the other larger mech.

The silver mech didn't hear him. All he heard was the frantic terror and sense of irony running through his mad processor as it pointlessly tried to take in the unbelievable information. "...I have fallen for a mere slave who is in actuality the Prime that is in disguise... The same Prime that is to take everything from me... My Decepticon empire..." a soft dark chuckle rippled from his voice box.

An insane smile spread on the ex-Decepticon leader's face plating but his cerise optics were wide and heathen in wanting to believe something else. Something that did not say he was the one to kill him or kill his beloved. "Oh, Primus almighty! How you have such a depraved sense of humor!" he broke into a disturbing, long, high-pitched laugh which almost seemed to destroy the divine gentleness of the main chamber.

The red and blue mech watched his shaken former master cackle as he continued to walk up to him, controlling his terror at the thing he had become now seeing through clear optics. "My Lord, I not going to take anything from you nor destroy anything. It was all just a misunderstanding on the part of paranoia from both sides, I swear, I was simply just trying to find the freedom you denied me in your mentally inebriated state. Please... I really do mean to help you." he spoke in a calm voice concealing his concern for the other's state of mind might just be too much of a long shot to save but would try anyway. He owed him at least that.

The skinny but still quite large silver mech stopped his laugh abruptly lowering his helm to hide his closed ruby optics. "Silly mech... You can't ever flee from me... You're mine... No one else's... Mine... Mine...! Mine!" he bellowed with a demonic expression of manic glee revealed as lifted his head suddenly making the ex-slave flinch in slight horror.

"You're mad, My Lord. Reel yourself back to reality before you become lost." the semi spoke as gently as he could as to not aggravate the already unstable mech in front of him, though that seemed unlikely no matter what he did or said, while reaching out and trying to calm the disturbed gun mech.

Megatron looked down at the soft blue hands coming to him with manic wide optics before slapping the hands stretching out towards him like they were scalding hot branding irons pointing at him. "SILENCE!" he roared, desperately launching himself at the other smaller robot, black claws grasping the other's soft neck cables, ignoring the cries of pain and rough pushing to get him off before his grip could fully solidify.

"You have stolen the spark of the mighty Pharaoh, thrown my precious empire into chaos, instilled a blossomed rebellion and raped me with your false love, Prime... but you will not take my pride too you siren! Now die!" the Decepticon screamed, slavering at the mouth with his ruby optics wide and wild.

Optimus managed to slid his fingers underneath the tight grip with great strength. Even though it was in just a short time ago, unless his transcendent journey took longing then he at first believed, since he had forced the larger mech choking him. Obviously having processed enough to get a lot of his former strength back and felt horrible to have to do this now with more force than he originally intended to but it had to be done in order to save his beloved's warped mind.

Driven by his intense desire to save his former master from the insanity eating him alive, the newly awakened Prime's chest plates opened to show the transference cables and ports as he swiped his pede under the ex-Pharaoh's black legs causing them both to tumble to the hard floor. The larger mech howled and thrashed under his caring grip but he paid it no mind as his hands grappled with his to get at his own transference equipment.

The silver robot frantically tried to prevent whatever the Autobot intended to do him. He feared more than anything the mech trying to rape or snuff his spark. Pieces of himself long since buried by his burning madness cried for him not to fight, allow his love to do whatever he pleased, so he feel him, love him once more... but his disillusioned CPU was in control, not his bonds of love... "Keep your filthy Autobot fingers from me slave!" he spat venomously up at the still calm but rapidly losing his patience smaller mech.

Even crazed and still not at full power, the gun robot was still giving the ex-slave quite an unnecessary fight... Primus give him the strength to continue to hold him down... "I'm sorry, but I am a slave no more my dear Pharaoh, I am the Prime. And without the collar around my neck, I will never be a slave again." he said firmly, wincing when he barely caught one of those fragging sharp black claws from going too deep into his arms.

"NO! You will always be my slave you fool! Mine to keep, mine to kill! Always!" Megatron laughed loud and depraved once again, throwing his sparking helm back from the sheer power of his manic laughter. Why didn't he realize that?! Prime nothing... he was his! His spark was his, his chassis was his, his processor was his... All of it! His!

The red and blue robot winced once more hearing that deranged laugh ring in his audios but took the opportunity of the distraction given to him to firmly grip the other's main transference paneling under his broad chest and full pry them agape.

The Decepticon had changed laughing to yelling in pain in a sparkpulse once he saw his data ports bared and the smaller mech above him grab one of his cables. "NO! KEEP YOUR REVOLTING CABLES AWAY FROM ME PRIME!" he screamed shrilly, throwing a punch at the truck robot hitting home right in his beautiful platinum face plating but his determined, tainted beloved now Prime would not stop to save him from himself, making all too easy to ignore the energon oil oozing out of the bruised metal.

The semi took the harsh thrashing and beating of the larger mech in his arms with true stride and pulled the first jack out of his six cables, expertly pulled the cable out to spool in his fingers before jamming it inside the first port. Then repeating with the quick process with the second, then the third and the fourth.

The ex-Pharaoh hardly could stop the cables from connecting one by one into his ports. Primus, he could feel the blessed, evil processor of the slightly smaller robot's consciousness slowly slithering into his red, swirling one... It was terrifying... It was wanted... "Get out of ME!" he snarled savagely, biting his love's blue helm violently and jabbing his claws into his sides.

Optimus clenched his denta together to hold in a loud cry of sharp pain, before finishing connecting the last two of his cables then going for his former master's. "No...! I want to save you..." he whispered as vital fluid dripped sluggishly down his features. Honestly he had never done this before and had no clue as to what he should expect or do once all were hardlined together. All he knew was he was going to join their consciousnesses and it scared him to what he might see in there...

The gun mech bit and dug harder and harder, satisfying both a sick urge to cause as much harm to his enemy as possible while optic fluid tears poured out from wounding his beloved... "I don't want to be saved by you, you damn filthy Prime!" he thundered around his mouthful of blue armor and gore.

How the Prime managed to not crack under the agony from those horrible claw and helm wounds was something he couldn't speculate even if he tried. "This is not the real you, my dear, former Master! I will free you from your madness! Whether you knowingly agree or not!" he proclaimed, unfurling the other larger robot's cables in one swift movement before grabbing and plugging it into the first of his ports.

Megatron's raving mad scarlet optics extended in true fear at the declaration before transforming into an unrefined rage. He raged like caged feral drone as the last bit of conscious awareness slipped away against his torn will with the final placement of his last few cables. "...Help... me..." he whimpered quietly without his narrowing, malfunctioning, smoking processor getting in the way before falling backward.

The slightly smaller Autobot ex-slave cringed at the final ferocious attack to his frame but held fast after hearing what he thought he heard was the real him speaking. His surreal dream flashed minutely as if it was a reminder to not back off or he would lose him. And Unicron kill him now and devour his spark in the pit if he lost his beloved... and with the last of the other's cables firmly inside his own transference ports his perception of reality tunneled and vanished into his beloved's CPU...

Deep inside of the silver mech's processor the smaller semi robot pushed through the endless manic feelings painting the inner circuit walls until he reached the very center of other's mental being. It was so dark, cold and lonely... But he courageously pushed through the blackness of the negative feelings, trying to find his real former master somewhere... He could feel him crying out for his touch. His love...

The red and blue mech soon spotted the massive gun mech sitting with his helm bent over to hide his anguish but he could clearly see his constant tears dripping down off of his chin. This version looked so much different than the one he saw in reality. In fact he appeared a lot like when he saw his master without all of his overzealous jewelry. Much less like a ruler and more like a equal.

However what Optimus at first thought was just mech blood covering him, was also something else he did not notice in his premonition-like dream. Strange red webbing. It wrapped all around the inside of his CPU like a fungis or disease until it fused onto his former master, pulsing hot and painful just from gazing at it. Was this what helped cause his madness...? Or was it literally his insanity...? "What have I done to earn your hatred...? What have I done for you to leave me alone in this void...!?" Megatron wept miserably.

The Prime bit his derma as his own optic fluid welled up and blurred his vision slightly. This was not his dream. This was real. But it could end with a happy ending like it had ended if he confessed his sins and hoped for forgiveness. "Because I... was called... by our Holy Mother, Primus... to my destiny..." he whispered feebly now that he before the real thing and not a possible Primus controlled avatar.

The Decepticon's darkened handsome face plates scrunched up in hurt disbelief before glaring at him from the side. "So... you would rather go to your damned destiny meant only for misery then be with me who only wants to love you til time's fall...?" he growled, rising to his pedes with a face of pure hurt.

Primus it wounded just to see such faith destroyed in his love destroyed... "No! I would never trade this beautiful feeling for something I never desired! You must believe me!" he pleaded, his deep voice so weak from disuse, dryness and emotion but the feelings of his scarred spark still shone bright and true as his bright, cerulean optics.

Getting rather fed up with the runaround his beloved continued to play without ever explaining himself finally roared. "Then what?! What is it?!" he bellowed, making the atmosphere of his inner processor glare hot red from his frustration while ignoring the painful jolt from the sticky webbings from doing so.

The Autobot ex-slave lunged forward and furiously hugged him with all his might, causing the ex-Pharaoh to snap still in his rough grip and look down in utter bewilderment, almost perfecting mimicking his dream self perfectly. He finally pulled away with a sharp gasp before leaning his forehelm against his, panting from his profound emotions.

"I had faith in you... No... My spark had faith you would come find me, even if my broken mind didn't. I felt like I was dying slowly when I had left for my own selfish purposes to live away from the pain instead of staying and fighting against it... but it didn't feel wrong... and when I lured you to follow into the heart of the Great Cybertronian Rust Desert to spare the rebel Autobots from your mad wrath, I just felt like that was what I was meant to do..." the red and blue robot whimpered.

The silver robot snarled and spitefully pushed the smaller mech to the ground though it hurt to do so before pointing a single digit down to him. "It still does not spare you from your earlier actions. You know that do you not?" he asked accusingly in a hidden double meaning, both to test how truly sorry he really was and how he would react. It was by no means a punishment. Never... It was a trial to see if love still existed between them... to see if he was still strong enough to save him from all of this horrid pain!

The large semi robot whimpered, spark recracking slightly from harsh throw but held through his guilt by the means of his dream... "...Very well... If you wish to harm me for the evil I had unintentionally done to you. Strike me down. Do it! I do not fear death! I would rather die myself than live without you beside me again!" he wept spreading his arms, offering whatever he was now to other do with as he pleased. Take him back into his powerful embrace. Kill him where he sat. He did not care. He would always bend to whichever way that would make him happy. No matter what. He had made his choice.

The gun mech's stricken spark glowered in confusing conflicting emotions for a few minutes, actually considering it just to see if he honestly telling him the truth and lifting his accusing finger up into a tight fist but when his love still gazed up at with such sincere, naked love gleaming in his innocent sapphire optics then melted into a more soft expression, dropping his arm to the side. Why did he ever doubt this little angel...? "...I will not strike you." he muttered with a small chuckle of inner peace ceding to his crying desire to forgive. He did still love... and so did his beloved. He possibly be happier...

Confused at the strike that stopped before it ever made painful contact, Optimus creased his optic ridges together at his former master looking down at him in a face of loving surrender. He could only sit frozen in wonder of what was next and whisper. "...Why...?" with his optics' depths swirling with hope for a love recovered that he honestly never thought he would feel again...

Megatron smiled down at him with a strange look of forgiveness and amusement at his naive love's frailty. It was sad and adorable... Primus, he missed him... "Because I... I love you, Optimus. In spite of all the misgivings to fall on you, you have kept your kindness, your courage... your love for all... and me. And even though it is possible I have done this to myself... I... I forgive you..." he said endearing and true, even through a wicked jolt through the webbings binding his chassis.

The awakened Prime's aching spark bled over in naked regenerated relief that felt like he was truly born anew. He couldn't help the weakness from his elation that dropped him to his knees and made him cry streams of pure happiness. Primus, when did he become such a crybaby...? He must look so foolish... But that didn't mean a damn! "...My love..." Optimus whimpered angelically, throwing himself back into the ex-Pharaoh's arms knowing he wouldn't be dropped this time.

The ex-Decepticon leader smiled, ringing a tone from his proud true nature and from the secret softness he showed exclusively to his beloved while hugging him tightly in return. "...Now free me from my damn curse and I will finally see you again when we wake." he spoke in a cocky sort of tone, opening up the transference ports and cables to the very core of his afflicted processor.

Reacting instantly to his offering, the Autobot drew back from his love's loose hold and rapidly retracted the cabling from their holds before slamming them into the their individual sockets. He winced when fully connected he felt a very nasty jolt from the unknown webbings shoot through them both. It burned! This is what was harming him? He would destroy it no matter the cost!

Grinding his denta together at the evil disease, the ex-slave snarled at the sticky webs as if they were a despised, sentient, ancient enemy. And in a way they were. They were the things that drove them apart, hurt them, made them both crazy. No more! They would begone now! And with a great sigh of preparation, he leaned back and shot massive Matrix energy up through their mental uplink and speared a mere fraction of the enormous energy within the bronze sphere.

The massive silver mech cried out at the purifying relief chilling the burn of madness. It was so powerful...! It was actually making the damn cabling glow bright blue, from the inside! "...More...! You have to give more...! Please...! I am actually asking you, no, begging you to save me!" he howled to the ceiling of his own mind, very much getting a type of arousing charge from the healing process that monstrously grew every millisecond.

The slightly smaller red and blue mech flung forward, dirty with rust dirt and dried mech blood but still beautiful with facials molded into righteous fury for the other robot. With a scream that echoed through the CPU banks, the semi mech glowed and blasted the uplink so strongly, he overloaded while taking the gun with him into purifying sky-blue light that lit up the entirety of the inner world while blasting the disgusting red webbing to oblivion.

They swirled until the mental merge pushed a mild incomplete upload of blurry memories together from their shared overload of energy transference... Through the short meld of physical selves a single name rang through on Optimus' side, from whom it was that was speaking it he did not know but it one that he so longed to hear... Megatron... His beloved's name was Megatron... "Courage".

With the last words before forced shutdown were the two mechs speaking to each other. "...My... ...Optimus..." the ex-Pharaoh spoke endearingly, clutching to his beloved, ironically being the seemingly weaker one before that powerful spark fueled will barreling wave after wave of ecstacy through his internals, before fading back with a raspy, satisfied groan.

"...Megatron..." the new Prime replied back, speaking the name of his love and now chosen for the very first time. Yes, it was official... He chose him to possible be his bondmate. When, he didn't know, but he would not be happy without it. Without him... his other spark... he had no real light in his life. And with his internal vow he faded with his former master into dark satisfied bliss...

The Decepticon had awoken to the soft crackles and snaps of the plasma flames torches spread about in the massive main chamber near the Alter of Primus. He swallowed a lump of dryness in his throat tubing, strangely stiff as if he had been there for hours and leaking steam from the gaps in his silver armor. What... happened...? Where was he...?

The silver robot rubbed his blisteringly, sore forehelm before looking up and taking in the peaceful surroundings. He was... in a temple... That's right. The legendary Temple of Primus... He had followed the ex-slave and... was carried through the Rust Desert, starving and dying of infected wounds, internally and outwardly... he fed him all he had left to give though he was starving and mad himself... And his dear beloved then... He was here...?

Now reenergized the massive gun frantically looked around until he spotted the lightly slumbering colorful mass of red and blue metal clothed in heavenly clothes. "...Optimus...? ...Optimus...!" he cried in joy and worry, crawling over to the other smaller mech as his cape's latches that had been beaten to the point breaking, finally releasing to lay about him when he gently turning the semi onto his back.

Optimus awoke to the concerned movement of his chassis, flickering his blurry optics to see the facials of his dear ex-master. "...My love." he said happily at seeing his beloved awaken from their processor merging with a smile a mile wide while he disconnected the transference cables to allow them to naturally spool back into their individual owners' holders before their panels slid protectively shut. He was cured... He was cured!

Megatron though was confused to the highest degree about what the pit had happened to him in the past practically blurred or missing half year of his memories, grinned back. It wasn't insane, it wasn't disturbing. It was his genuine smile. "...Hello... ...My spark." he whispered back affectionately, stroking his face plates tenderly with the back of his large black hand.

The Prime broke from the happiness and flung himself up into his arms, kissing him with all his renewed power. He sobbed like he was reborn back into a new life, a good life. No mere mortal words could ever say the felicity that turned about through every system he had in his curvy frame. Nothing in all creation would take him away from again. Never...

The silver mech held his beloved Autobot tight in their passionate hug as their dermas reunited for the seemingly first time once again with his sanity restored. Separation almost seemed like a death sentence to the pair but he felt like he needed questions about his foolishness and insanity first above their reunion, though it stung unmercifully. Not that their reunification was not at all important he just wanted to now what the pit made his love so fragile and unlike himself. "What... was I... doing all this time...? It's all so... bleary..." he began with a whisper around the soft kiss.

The semi jolted at the concerned mumbling but distracted himself with a more ferociously passionate kiss to his former master to try and avoid the nasty bits he really, really didn't want to bother with right at this Primus' blessedly perfect, romantic moment. "Don't worry... It doesn't matter anymore. It never mattered..." he almost growled before pushing the other mech back onto his unlatched tattered cape.

Despite the red and blue robot claiming it wasn't important, something quite alike a damn being broken in the ex-Pharaoh's mind, releasing a flood of memories. Much of it was like a jigsaw puzzle with all its many broken pieces pushing itself together into a somewhat clear vision...

He remembered his first meeting with the smaller mech... His dance for him... His speaking to him the truths of the Decepticons... His sickness and recovery... His claiming of his love's spark with his playful courting and gifts of attention and love... His first overload by his touch alone... witnessing his heat cycle at its peak and providing him relief... Him giving the other robot the High Queen's chambers...

But the rest up until his and Optimus' tantrums... was hazed in a rather tinted red fog. When his fragile sanity snapped. He could faintly remember seeing himself behaving erratically to everyone and everything but couldn't understand why. He never wished to harm his beloved but his body moved and spoke of seemingly its own accord from his sickened processor and spark.

Then the gun mech felt his helm with a soft touch, trying to identify the consummated warm feeling his cooled processor pulsed with anew that felt both physical and spiritual. Then it all made sense. The Autobot ex-slave saved his life. In spite of everything he had done to hurt him in the ways he had no control over... He rescued him... "You-You saved me..." he vented quietly, in awe at the other's dedication and love to him when the smaller mech finally stopped devouring his dermas enough to say so.

The new Prime laughed lightly at the rather slow recollection of what had so joyfully occurred moments ago in his own CPU. "Yes... I have healed your mind from the madness that threatened to devour you and in many ways, myself." he purred, nuzzling into the hand that came to stroke his still injured helm that reoozed from the gentle contact.

Megatron smiled sweetly until a burst of recent memories mashed together as one flashed over his optics showing the other's terror, wounds and mech fluid. More disturbingly he felt something sickly and warm wet his palm and fingers. And when he lifted it to see... his spark stopped. "...I have hurt you...?" he spoke in a broken whisper, shaking a bit at the concept that he had indeed injured him. What kind of mech was he to do that to the one they loved...? True he was completely insane... but this...? Unforgivable...

The ex-Decepticon leader felt like purging his tank, even backing away in regretful shame while looking down at the ground with a thunderstruck expression and clutching his thinned arms from hunger. "Oh, Optimus... My darling... What have I done..." he gasped, still feeling the vital fluid slick between his ebony digits and drip eerily onto the mirror shined white floors.

The red and blue robot followed his proclaimed but unspoken yet chosen to touch the side of his dirty face plates. "The wounds were luckily not deep when I still had them... But that's fine. I've had much worse in my life as a slave... really." he spoke softly, meaning every word. After all, what was past was past, he knew that already but didn't really preach it until his enlightenment from their Divine Mother, Primus.

But the ex-Pharaoh didn't buy as easily. "Optimus... Don't brush this off like this was nothing. I... I am remembering what I have done... I loathe what I have become... You know I have done great evil to you in my insanity. I did not mean it of course... I just... I'm so sorry." he growled in a heavy mixture of disgust and lament, turning his twisted face to glower at the lovely floors.

The truck's optics widened before he quickly shook his helm and turned the slightly larger mech's face to him, expressive ruby optics sparkling in raw begging for his own forgiveness into his compassionate sapphire ones. "My love... Believe me... I have experienced the pit and beyond without you. I know what you have done and... I do not care. That's selfish to say but... even if the entire world is angry at you... I couldn't bring myself to hate you, wounds and all... So... now that you're here with me again, I have long since forgiven you. Now just forgive yourself..." he whispered the honest promise reflected from his spark.

The silver mech simply stared at him, wide opticed and awed at the saintly mech in front of him before breaking into a giddy, apodictic smile and tackling the other to the floor with an overwhelming kiss. Fondling every bit of his beloved while being mindful of fairly deep gouges made those same claws before. "...I love you." he rumbled hotly, willing to scream a billion times if he still did not get it but that would've looked foolish right now...

Optimus grinned and kissed him back before leaning their forehelm's together. "And I love you... Megatron." he whispered, loving the way the proud name rolled fluently off of his glossa, like he had always known but didn't know how to say it.

The gun robot laughed prompting the Prime to raise an amused optic ridge. "What? Did I sound to sappy? Don't get too used to it... I wasn't really myself..." he laughed a bit himself but had a revealing deep blush showing his deep embarrassment. Well, he had been a sobbing, weak basketcase for several months now, worse in front of the ones he loved...

Megatron shook his helm before tapping his silly love on the nasal plate to snap him out of his already predicted internal self-discipline for being silly. There was enough of that for a lifetime and more. "No... During our transference connection, I heard you call my name. For the first time... You said my name. I found it one of the most erotic things I've ever heard." he purred huskily with a naughty grin present on his face.

The Autobot's blush still remained from again kind of eating his words again. "Well, we were melding our consciousness together. Feeling your name was barely the first barrier I needed to coalesce to the core of your mind. It was the lightest merge possible. I certainly did not wish to rape you in any way, you know that." he murmured shyly, looking away.

"I know..." the silver mech spoke with an awkward smile. The large ex-slave was certainly being careful with him. Every word he tried to make perfect. Every move had to be calculated. Ridiculous... He was fine. He just had to show him that. He was not fragile and neither was the other mech. However, when running his massive rough hands down the lovely chassis he craved so, he took notice of something very smooth, virtually hovering on his armor.

Pulling back and taking in the godly elegant clothing he wore, the large Decepticon knew what his love was in a second. His rich facials fell serious as his hands tightened minutely around the other's new Prime garments. "...You are the Prime." he said somberly, feeling his healing mind tearing off into rushed explanations. Many he could understand seeing as how pure the red and blue mech was at the core of his spark, but a few others couldn't grasp how fate would put him in a position to destroy him.

The semi mech could feel his former master's unsettled aura, as if he was someone to fear upon seeing his clothing. He would never hurt him. He had never hurt him. And now when he was fixed he believed he would now? Foolish! But... did that mean he wouldn't hate him for what he was...? Decepticon paranoid lies may have been stomped into his psyche until he might believe it too... "Yes... I will not deny it though it is rather unbelievable to me as well... So... do you hate me for being a Prime...?" he finally asked, baring for anything, even the horrible though he doubted it.

The gun robot scowled darkly at the innocent but infuriatingly already heard accusation of hating him for something he had no control over. He had as little control of being destined to be the Prime as he had being born of the Fallen's seed! "What?! No! Of course no! I don't care you're actually the Prime!" he yelled, temper flaring when the mech continued to avoid his gaze and hide behind more excuses for distrust.

"Really? Even though it was said I was going to destroy everything in your empire? I mean... this was in the prediction of the late prophet, Alpha Trion, even if it was bastardized by fearful Decepticons of all ranks." Optimus blustered out, trying to stop his usual fears from coming spilling out but it wouldn't stop. Old habits would never die apparently... Even as Prime.

Megatron growled at the continued lame excuses to conceal fear from what was real and past before he snarled while firmly but gently grabbing his beloved's face plates with both of his claws to force his disbelieving optics to lock with his. "...You know what? I really don't give a damn..." he hissed hot cycling air onto the slightly smaller mech's full mildly parted dermas, crimson optics twirling like an open inferno.

"B-But, don't you hate me for having chosen you? That I had selected you to be my chosen without your knowing consent and worse still, possibly daring to think of forcing you to choose me too...?" the new Prime whimpered without really thinking. The words. The doubts. They just overflowed without his control. If didn't feel silly before, he sure felt like a fool now. But luckily that wouldn't be a problem for his former master.

Finally the ex-Pharaoh could stand no more. He kissed the blabbering mech with all the untamed passion he truly felt in his brave spark through his hot, strong glossa. The Autobot ex-slave surrendered instantly, knowing he didn't have the gull to shove him off and far from wanted to. He was happy he was silenced from his unrestrained excuses to not give into this.

After several raw minutes of intense kissing, the ex-Decepticon leader pulled them apart, grinning evilly at the strings of oral fluid stringing between their dermas. "...You really are as naive as pit... Primus, I've missed that now that my processor stopped hurting..." he chuckled before placing his face into the side of his smooth neck cables.

"Optimus. I. Love. You.Nothing in all of this damned creation makes believe otherwise! Even in my madness, my spark still pulsed for you. You saw it. In your brief glimpse inside my very being. And even if the lies of the Prime by random fools was credible, knowing that you are not a creature of violence, I would know they were false no matter what they proclaimed." the gun stated firmly.

The quiet weeping the relieved the truck mech made, the silver robot chuckle but would not bother to stop his own from making a brief appearance. "My naive, sentimental fool... Lets too much of the world crush him..." he whispered without any drops of malice, stroking his beloved's royal blue helm but being mindful of not putting pressure on the bitemark before his servos drifted down to caress what was his.

Oh, the tough relief from his love's words... And oh, the sensual touch on his affection hungry armor... The smaller red and blue robot just chirped just like a tiny sparkling in those big, strong hands handling his curves, shivering as pleasure bubbled under the places the warm digits came over... It was the well of all sparks...

However when those sinfully wonderful black servos dragged down under his elegant skirt and loincloth, to rake lightly on his bulging blue panel, that was when Optimus had to draw a line before they went too far. "No...! No... Not now... Primus above, below and within... My love, my spark is more than willing... but my weak mortal form is exhausted. But I promise you my dearest Decepticon. My spark... My chassis... My processor... Are all yours when I awake..." he whispered, remaining energy being drained to fuel a charge that wouldn't be slated in his current state.

Megatron wanted to protest against being denied his beautiful well suffered for prize but let it go from one look at his exhausted beloved. They both shared a very long day and they lasted this long, what was a little longer going to do? "Mmmm... I like that idea..." he rumbled, grabbing his torn cape from underneath to drape over them both.

The ex-Pharaoh then watched some sad amusement that the other robot was still trying to stay awake, as if he was just dreaming again and all this beauty would vanish. "No, no. Sleep my love. I swear on my very spark, that I will always be yours, I will remain beside you, even if we both rust together in our recharge." he chuckled but meant every word.

The Autobot gnawed his dermas uncomfortably, his azure optics darkening from tiredness and annoyance that he couldn't remain awake to be with dear chosen. Memories, like bad fuel, continued to haunt him that when he woke up, this loving visage would again shattered to something wretched. Still he wanted to hear it from that damn prideful glitchhead say it from his own vocal processor before he passed out... "...You promise...?" he asked sauciness slightly returning in his deep voice.

The silver mech cocked an arrogant optic ridge but remained honest and calm in his voice and dimming optics. "No... ...I avow to you. Now go to recharge my sweet, little, naive fool so that I may ravish you later..." he cooed cocky and playful while cradling his secret sleepy chosen to lay tight to his chest plates.

The newly awakened Prime sparklingishly pouted at harmless jeer but smiled. Yes, he was back. Prideful, playful, brave, beautiful... All of the larger mech he had chosen to become his bondmate one day back to him. All the more he found not really caring what kind of dream he had as he slumber because the reality that awaited him when he waked was far more precious...

A/N: *Sniffles* Wow... I rarely ever cry at my own work but damn... But this is not the end of the story! Nope! I have finally got a general idea of how the story is going to end now and am feeling pretty confident when I get back to it after I recover from visiting all my insane and huge family's many holiday get together's and junk. *Sigh* Oh well... What can you do. Well, hope you enjoyed the teeth rotting romance from this chappie and will continue to review. So, hope you guys have a Merry Christmas and enjoy your holiday times. Peace!