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Optimus Prime didn't have time to miss his best friend. In all honesty Optimus didn't have time for most things. Becoming the new Prime had its responsibilities he felt he wasn't ready for. Having to lead Cybertron into a new era of peace and with citizens, including himself, learning how to function with a cog takes a toll.
Optimus felt as if everything that happened after the battle became a blur. There was a ceremony for the new Prime. And with the energon back, mechs keep coming to him, thanking him for his service. Prime put a convincing happy face on. However his only thoughts was what happened. The day his best friend shot him, caught him, and let him go. Him having to fight D-16, now Megatron, and banishing him felt confusing and painful. He wanted to cry but didn't. He thought it would show weakness as a new Prime, something a new Cybertron couldn't afford. No he would deal with this later he told himself, for now let everyone be happy.
That's what he thought at the time but being a Prime had ment he didn't get much time to himself anymore. Everyday he was woken up with a schedule for the solar-cycle. Who he will be with, what they would discuss, and problems he had to fix. It seemed every nano-klik someone was around him. Never allowed to process that day or figure out everything his new form can do. He thanked Primus that he wasn't alone in the decision making of new policies or in leading. He had Elita-1 and B-127 along with a few others by his side. However, the final decision was always left up to him. He felt burnt out even though it had only been a mega-cycle (a week) since he became a Prime.
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"Look, first we have to fix the buildings that we're destroyed during the attack," said one of the new bots that were helping rebuild.
"FIRST! We should build liveable places for the mechs that were left in, what is now know as unstable conditions, such as the ones that were built for the miners!" Elita yelled over the mech.
"I understand that but we must fix what is broken before we can build new buildings," said a different mech.
"And what tell the, used to be miners, that they should wait a little longer because some mechs need their fancy habsuit more than they need an actually berth." Elita was saying while glaring at the bots.
The meeting was to talk about something else but Optimus forgot once the arguments started. The conversation had diverted to the living conditions of the mechs that used to be miners. The subject was brought up after B-127 said he missed recharging on the conveyor belt. The others bots then questioned him where he was recharging. Which B then told them on the floor since he doesn't see a charging station anywhere in his habsuit. They exclaimed that he was supposed to recharge in a berth.
Prime mentally kicked himself for forgetting to tell him where he was supposed to recharge. He was barely told by one of the staff that he and the other mechs, are suppose to recharge in a berth not standing up. He remembered her horrified face when he explained their living conditions as miners.
That horrified look was the same look the other bots used when Elita told them the same thing at the meeting.
"Optimus what do think will be the best course of action?" Asked Elita. All optics and helms turned to him. Optimus had to stay calm and decide what should be done. It's not like the choice effected many mechs, he lied to himself. He knew a simple mistake can slow or even break a process of a new task. He asked the matrix but as always it didn't really help much. So he said what he thought might be a suitable answer.
"I understand that we have to fix things. However, we should care for the citizens first." Looking at the mechs to see their reactions. Most of them where understanding but some were less than enthused by the choice. "So while we fix the broken buildings I think a temporary set up for the mechs should suffice."
This seemed to have all mechs in agreement. One of the new bots chirped up, "We can put them temporary in the dock worker's building."
"Docks?" Elita questioned.
"Yeah. So when the energon disappeared they had to find work somewhere else. Most however still decided to live in those buildings."
"Great. How large and accommodating are the habs there?" Optimus asked.
"Nothing fancy. But everyone has their own habsuit with a berth."
"Wonderful. Do you think the dock workers will mind?"
"I don't think so. Since the energon is back they might be starting up work there again. I think it will be helpful to have the miners there to learn a new skill and to help out at the docks," said the femme bot cheerfully.
"Can I check the living and working conditions before we agree?" Elita asked replaceing her glare with relief in her optics.
"Sure," said the femme.
"We should conclude the meeting for now. You all have your task and any problems please reach out for others or myself for help. We will discuss our original meeting plan next time." Optimus said as he rose to height.
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Finally, he thought as he walked into his own personal habsuit. He felt drained like he was working three shifts in a row. He just wanted to recharge but said to himself he should process today's meeting.
As he was makeing mental and literal notes his mind drifted to that day. "I'm done saving you," his spark ached at those words. He wanted to see D again to punch him, to ask him why, and to be held by him. He wanted his best friend back. He wished he was here with him. They could share the berth. He felt that it was too large for him, as if it could fit two mechs for some reason. He had no clue why he needed a berth so big. Was he going to grow more as a Prime?
He tried to stop most thoughts of that day it made him feel alone especially with no one else around. At least during the day he was surrounded and could tell himself he will process it later. But when he final had time he was too tried and alone to even want to remember that day. Another night he told himself before he finally recharge.
This time he thought about the others and how they will soon have their own berth now. He could ask one of them to join him, maybe Jazz or just another miner. He wasn't used to such isolation. He asked Elita before but she said she liked having her own private habsuit. Surprisingly B did as well.
As he laid down he final decided to think a bit of D-16, not Megatron. He also decided to try to ignore the battle, betrayal, and dieing that day. He wanted to think of D when they both were miners and still friends.
He remembered when he used to sneak into the archives. He thought of going to vist again. I'll probably won't even have to sneak now. I don't even have to look for information about the matrix now I can read the other datapads. They might even help me lead, or even have something interesting. I found philosophy and poetry before maybe I can find more. There might even be some datapads on how the past Primes lead and I can base my leadership off that. He smiled he might even get a chance, other then when he has to recharge, alone. He knew most of the bots around him don't really care for such topics but D did.
D always listened to what Orion found at the archives. Although D said he didn't care, Orion knew his best friend liked having something else to discuss. He even tried to cheer him up once by writing his own poems. Orion loved it and made D recite it to him almost everyday. D refused and told him, he will only tell him new poems when Pax was having a bad day. Pax mentally wrote them down and can even recite them to himself.
He remembered when he told D about the philosophy data pads and he seemed so intrigued by them. He cursed at himself for not finding more. Maybe there was one that talked about not executing someone without a trial. Or even one where you shouldn't destroy everything and even those you called friends. Then maybe D would have a different outcome, he might have remembered it and not try to do what he did.
Optimus was becoming sad again so he quickly tried to think of something else. But his mind keep going back to D-16.
So he thought about him when they worked the mines. How D was always at the top of the leaderboard because he was the best worker. Now that he thought about it he probably worked so hard to get extra shanix. That would explain how he seemed to have more than Pax and would often treat him. He remembered looking at D working once and remembered how handsome he looked. How focused he was, how he seemed bigger in mass. He even seemed to be stronger than everyone else. The way D focused on work was the same way he looked at Pax when he talked about what he found at the archives. When he would explain philosophy or even poetry. The way all his attention was on him, Orion didn't want to admit it but he loved when D focus was all on him. It felt selfish but he couldn't help it.
Having D-16 golden optics track his movements as he pace around and talk. Like he was the only thing that mattered at that time.
He remembered D-16 like that: his golden optics on him, his strong frame that protected Orion, and his actions that always tried to cheer him up. Primus he missed D-16, and the warmth of his body close by.
*click*
Something slid open with a click. Optimus looked around the habsuit but everything was in place. He felt a cold breeze in his lower half.
"Oh," was all he said in the empty room. As he looked down and saw his spike fully pressurized. He already knew why his panel suddenly slid open. He was thinking about D-16 in a certain way. A blush ran through his entire frame. It wasn't the first time this has happened and doesn't seem like the last.
When the first time it happen he commed the only medic he knew, Ratchet. Who then explained that it was perfectly normal and sent a small data pamphlet on self-servicing.
Embarrassed by what or who he was thinking about he tried multiple times to ignore it. It only caused problems when he did. So when he thought of D he often ended up like this.
Takeing a deep vent in he reached out to his spike and started stroking. He closed his fist around the shaft. Then used his thumb to trace the bio-lights up. Then he rubbed the head of his spike. It caused a jolt of charge though his spinal struts. After a few jolts of charge he would begin stroking himself fully.
He closed his optics and thought of D-16. How he used the drill back at the mines so smoothly. How D optics were fully focused on the work at hand. How he would say his name in a slow but playful way. He rubbed the tip when he thought of his name being said.
His fans had started to turn on to a higher setting. Optimus started stroking faster as his processor started to race.
What if instead D-16 was working on him instead of the drill. How his servos would work efficiently at stroking him. He started to stroke himself faster. What if D was focused on his spike as well, watching the bio-lights with each stroke. What if D said his new name in the same fashion he used to say. One full of admiration and not hatred.
'Hmm, well this is quiet the sight Optimus Prime.' "Mmm," he whimpered out. 'What a dirty bot you are. Thinking of me while like this.' "Hgggnn" he gasped as he thought of D saying that to him. His voice was playful and filled with lust. 'Will my hand be enough or would you prefer my glossa on your spike as well?' "D" Optimus moaned out, stroking even faster. Tears started to fall at the edge of his optics, and his fans went to their highest setting. 'My...what a vision you are Prime. Are the tears for your overload... or is it because you know... you'll never have me in you berth.' "D... Please... Stay with me." He choked out. Charge had build up. 'Hmm...Alright Optimus. I'll stay here with you.' With that Prime started stroking as fast as he can. He bucked his hips up. Overloading was so close. He just needed one more thing to set him over the edge. 'Almost there...My Optimus Prime.' He pumped his spike into it his hand a few hard times as he overloaded. Screaming out in a static voice, "I'm Yours D, I'm Yours!"
Everything was silent in his habsuit except for his hard vents and fans spinning to cool him down. Damn it he thought. It was already late into the night and he needed to recharge but he was cover in his own transfluild.
After a quick clean of his berth and a solvent shower. He laid down thinking again. Why, why can't I have you? Why couldn't you have listened to me? Why D why? Tears were threatening to leak again. He felt like those days in mines, the bad days. With a deep vent he recited D-16 poem to himself.
Oh sweet one,
Feel my embrace.
My warmth is for only you.
Oh won't you let me be the sun,
To guide you in your darkest place.
Let it be just us two,
No more shall you feel undone
To me you can never be replaced.
Oh sweet one, if only you knew.
He fell into recharge feeling like Orion Pax with D-16 near him. Instead of Optimus Prime with the mech Megatron who hated his existence. When it was just the two of them instead of just one.