When Megatron finally picks up and their comm. lines connect, Optimus genuinely whines in relief. He doesn’t wait for a response.
:: Where are you? I miss you. I need you. Where did you go? I can’t find you. ::
::I'm here, I'm here-:: Optimus was in a state. Megatron shoved the last bit of dumpling into his mouth, placing the bowl in the sink as he made his way towards the berthroom.
He'd only been away for a little while, but he should've just brought the fuel back. Poor Optimus.
::I'm coming, I'm just down the hall-::
He would know the sound of his tread anywhere. Can’t forget it. Centuries of friendship, warfare, and reunification have driven the shape of Megatron deep into Optimus, never to be pried free.
The reasonable thing to do would be to get up and go to the doorway to greet him.
Optimus instead knocks the berthroom door off the sliding track (again) and barrels directly into Megatron like it was a trench skirmish and Optimus needed to subdue his nemesis as quickly as possible.
By knocking him into the fdplaster-white wall and shoving his glossa into Megatron’s mouth. All the pictures hung on the wall rattle in their frames with the impact, but nothing broke.
Yet.
Megatron knew the sound of Optimus' pedes in the back of his helm like an old song you carried in your spark.
It did nothing to prepare him for Optimus pinning him against the wall and shoving his glossa into his mouth. It wasn't unwelcome- he was mostly just surprised. "Mmph!" He knocked against the wall with a resounding thud, servos going to Optimus' hips.
Pulling back, he licked his lips, optics flickering a little. "Hello to you, too- let's go back to berth, hm?" He doubted Optimus was coordinated enough to hold onto him- best to make that not a problem, anymore. Mainly by bending and lifting underneath Optimus' thighs to carry him back in.
"Up we go- you couldn't wait a little while, hm?"












