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Optimus looks in the mirror, turning around to look at the corset and how it fits his protoform. "It's lovely."

Megatron reaches over, rubbing it, and the sensors are connecting fine, since he can feel it perfectly. His mech hums, "I need to give you more candy."

"You give me plenty of candy," he argues, because he knows that candy isn't the best fuel for carrying bots. He should have it only when he's really craving it, and otherwise stick to the disgusting mineral blends that the medic ordered. The armor squeezes him so /tight// around his waist. It's nowhere near as tight as those models had been, but it does make him curve more than usual. Out of curiosity, he tries to bend to the sides and forwards and backwards, and finds that his range of motion is quite restricted.

He'll have to get used to fighting in this.

Megatron wraps his arms around him, rocking him a little and cuddling him close. "You need to be pampered. I've seen how you make faces at the cube this morning."

"The sparklings need the minerals," he protests, knowing he's not actually arguing. He /wants// candy, but he also knows he shouldn't do it.

"You need the best fuel there is. I'll have a chef make something you like that has the minerals." The mech nips his neck softly, "You're so beautiful, Optimus. This only enhances it."

He's really not, but arguing about it gets him nowhere, and makes it sound like he's fishing for compliments. It's probably carrier-blindness. Lots of bots claim that their mates find them more attractive while they're carrying. It's probably a code-thing, from Primus, to make bots more loyal to each other.

"You're going to be even tighter around my spike in this," Megatron teases, resting a servo on the curve of the corset.

He flushes, "It /was// measured so you'd fit."

That gets a firm grope, "You tempt me. I want to try, but we have things to do this sol."

He makes a face, "Are you sure we can't just-"

Megatron taps his mouth, "Sweetspark, please. You can easily convince me, so I ask that you do not. If it were up to me, you'd be on my lap in the throne, and you'd either be on my spike, or laying with my fingers inside you."

He flushes, wiggling a little at the idea of it. "All you need to do is sign the treaty."

"/After// Shockwave finishes looking it over, sweetspark. I believe it now mentions Blurr remaining, if only so you have someone to talk to." Megatron chuckles, "And I admit, I do like how that miniracecar leads Shockwave around." His mech murmurs, "Perhaps we could have them entertain us in the throneroom later this sol?"

Optimus isn't going to subject Blurr to something like that, not when the mech has only ever been kind to him. "It's . . . that's not something we can ask of him. It's not fair, and probably beneath his dignity as an Elite Guard."

"I'm sure he'd--" Megatron stops, tipping his helm slightly. "He's /truly// an Elite Guard?"

It's not like the mech made any effort to hide it. "His insignia has the wings for a reason. He's been in the Guard longer than I have."

Megatron hums, looking toughtful in his reflection in the mirror. "That's very interesting to know." His  mech kisses him, "Thank you for telling me, gorgous."

He blinks, "... It isn't like we hide that fact?"

A deep chuckle answers him, and he's picked up with care, "Oh, I know. It just... is a telling fact. And explains why the Autobots keep refusing the clause to let Shockwave keep Blurr here. I've sent him a message to stop insisting."

He looks at the mech with a frown, "It seems like that's not all you told him to do." Like Megatron is leaving something out.

He's carried to the hallway, Megatron slipping those /awful// pedcovers on him. How he hates them. "We will be doing a thorough search in his rooms is all. Don't worry."

He's not worried. If Blurr has been collecting any intelligence while he's been here, it would have been for the purpose of protecting them if the treaty fell through. And he'd be smart enough to keep it hidden well enough that it wouldn't be found out.

Of course, he's certain Blurr hasn't been gathering anything--where would he have found the time? By all the gossip, Blurr has barely left Shockwave's quarters because they've been interfacing nonstop.

Megatron kisses him softly, setting him on a weird shelving unit, and placing a dress on him, adjusting how it hangs. The mech hums, "I will need to get you new clothing, so it fits with the corsetting armor."

He looks down at how it hangs loosely on his waist, "I can use a belt."

The blouse of the dress is unlaced, moved to better show off his blue chestplate. "We'll get you clothing, sweetspark. Unless there is a specific set you want to keep?"

He likes all of them. "It's not like I'll be wearing the corset armor every single sol, so you may as well keep these dresses. I could just go without while I'm in it?"

"Of course not," Megatron scoffs, stroking his plating through his dress. "You'll have the finest things to wear, sweetspark. And we'll be going to visit a proper jewelers next sol, so we can pick out some nice accents for you, and commission proper ones."

That's so extravagant. "I'm fine without," he protests, because the /cost// of those things is outrageous. He knows just from watching the gossip shows that Sentinel had adored.

Megatron kisses him on the chestplates, "I am getting bonding gems for you, Optimus. I think gems would be the smartest choice."

Oh... right. Not just etching paint, which is already silly that Megatron wants to use on him. He's a slumbot. But also bonding /gems//, which are always the finest and most beautiful gems to be found, and blessed by Primus and Unicron.

Okay, /usually// just Primus, but Megatron is a twin worshipper like him, so it is also Unicron in their case. As it should be.

"And then we'll be choosing helm decorations, rings, bracelets, a few tiaras, necklaces, and perhaps a few other pieces, if you agree to the modwork to get them," Megatron hums thoughtfully, rubbing a servo over his panties.

"M-modwork?" he rocks his hips into the touch, and Megatron teases his node through the soft panties.

"Yes. You would look stunning with your helmfins properly pierced, and maybe this sweet little node too."

He bites his lip, not sure how he likes that. The idea is... tempting, yes. But it is very pricy. And Megatron is spending /so much// on him. "You don't have to-"

His mech picks him up, kissing him, "But I /want// to. What do you want on you, my lovely mech?"

He isn't lovely, or gorgeous, or beautiful, and he wishes Megatron would stop saying it. He knows the bot won't, but he wishes it would happen.

"I like how I am, and do not need more."

"But what do you /want//?"

What he wants never comes into the equation. Wants are for bots with credits to burn. Needs are what matter. "I'd like another collar, maybe with something sparkly in it?" He's been thinking about how he could bring up the idea of roleplaying that harem fantasy with Megatron. He's sure Megatron would be into it, but it's so /embarrassing// to even think about around the mech, he's sure he couldn't ever say it.

Maybe he could write it in a pad and leave it laying somewhere nearby?

Megatron kisses him softly, "Then you will have it. Anything else, and it is yours as well." Megatron stops briefly in front of the meeting doors, then keeps walking, "What else would you like?"

"We need to go to the meeting room, and-"

"We are meeting in a larger room, sweetspark. Something like this treaty needs a more momentous sort of look. You will stand next to me as I do this, of course."

That's silly, but he's aware that a lot of politics boils down to making things /seem// to be something other than they actually are. Appearances are important. So he sighs and leans against Megatron's plating. "If you insist." He's going to make sure to stay off any of the truckbot boards for a long time, because he's sure half the topics there will be gossip about how he's turned 'traitor' for Megatron's spike. And how he tricked Megatron into a bond by getting sparked up.

Truckbots can be incredibly cruel sometimes.

He will likely have to pretend to be someone else on the boards now, or there will be even worse messages than before. Burn his previous things, or just ignore them where he can.

Megatron walks into a large auditorium area, which is feeling decidely bare, not that many bots in the seats as they head down one of the aisles to the staging area. Botanica smiles at him from where she is, looking pleased. He can't help but glance down to her spike paneling, but forces himself to return to her face. Thankfully, they're far enough away the femme doesn't notice what he's done.

If this is a final signing of the contract, it will be recorded, then edited, and then posted publicly, so he tries to stay as peaceful and calm as possible. He'll need to contact Elita and Sentinel immediately if that's what this is, because if they find out that he's with Megatron through the news, their friendship will officially be over, and he doesn't want to lose them completely.

Even though it's unlikely he'll ever see them in person again, considering the distance, and the fact that he'll be in the center of Decepticon territory.

He's sent them messages, but he doesn't know if they've /gotten// them. He has no messages back. It's like a blackout, and it's... worrying. He doesn't know if Megatron is stopping them, or if the Magnus is.

And from how Ultra Magnus is acting, he suspects it is on the Autobot side.

Or if the messages are even getting through. It's iffy, sending from this deep in Decepticon territory. His messages might just be getting lost in the ether of space.

So he'll properly com them up and at least leave a message that way, since those resources are reliable.

He doesn't want them to find out from some gossipy newscaster.

The idea of that happening is... terrifying.

Megatron places him on his peds next to him, and he has to grab his mech and hold tight, hating how he can't tell where his peds are. Pedcovers are terrible, and he wishes Megatron didn't like them on him. At least the bot understands that Optimus is /never// walking in them.

Megatron laughs softly, almost inaudibly, and wraps an arm around him to hold him softly. "Now then," Megatron says louder, addressing the others. "We will be officially bringing the treaty talks to a close, and now will be at peace again. Living together in harmony."

Optimus frowns a bit at how Megatron sounds amused at the thought of harmony, but he is pretty sure that's because of Megatron's plans to go against the Quintessons with the Autobot's help.

Which is good, since Optimus genuinely does not approve of how they treat bots, or they hybrid sparklings that they produce with bots they bond with. The poor sparklings are in abusive homes, and the bondeds sometimes treated even worse.

And the mistresses....

Optimus hates thinking of it. Of how they are berthbots in all but name, and produce sparklings that are even worse off. Even on Haydon IV, sparklings with berthbots were cared for.

The pleasurebot may not be treated well, but their sparklings are half-noble, and that ensures them at least a basic education and a recommendation into a guard position or businessmech work. Or at least, it used to. Now that Haydon IV has become New Haydon, he's not sure how things will go. Better for everyone, if the little he's been reading up on it is true. He may have sworn never to go back, but he /has// to know that things are better for them now. It soothes something deep at the back of his processor and deep in his spark as well.

Every sparkling will have a chance now, no matter their position. And, well, he knows the hard reality of the universe--except on very strict planets, wealthy bots will always have an easier way in life, and so will their sparklings, but so long as no one is being abused or deliberately knocked away from opportunity, then they have a good chance at a happy life.

Megatron is talking about how the treaty brings them all closer together, so Optimus puts on a smile, leaning against the mech happily. He's glad things for bots is going better than it has since long before Optimus has been online. From before Megatron was online, if he's getting his history correct.

There's always been warring between factions, but finally, there is neutrality between all of them, including with the section of bots who aren't in the part that has been warring the longest.

"We'll go get you some proper jewelry after this is all done, sweetspark," Megatron murmurs, stroking his plating possessively. "You should sparkle whenever you leave our chambers."

He's at risk of becoming a spoiled mech, if he lets Megatron do everything he wants for him. "Something simple, maybe," he answers, but the heat in Megatron's optics definitely declares that it won't be something simple.

The other bots finish talking, and Megatron signs the treaty with a flourish after the ambassadors do. Normally, it would need to be Ultra Magnus doing this, but Optimus knows for a fact that one of the Treaty's requirements is a three vorn warning before the other faction's leader visits the other faction's base planet. The general populace can visit as they like, but the leaders, due to previous hostilities, require a warning.

Which isn't to say that there has to be three vorns between each visit, just that it has the warning.

If Megatron and him want to visit once a stellar on Cybertron, they absolutley can, as long as they have that scheduled three vorns in advance. Just like the same can be said of Ultra visiting New Kaon.

While if Megatron or Ultra decide to switch planets for home bases for whatever reason, they can change the scheduling to the new planet to visit, with no added time.

He's not completely sure on the policies for Primes visiting, but it seems pretty relaxed, so he hopes that maybe Elita and Sentinel will be willing to visit him at some point. He'll have to contact them and see how angry they are with him.

With the treaty finished, Megatron talks a bit, some prepared speech about peace and victory, and how their populaces will get along, but Optimus is seized by the worry that his friends might /hate// him now.

He's chewing his lower lip, when Megatron scoops him up, and kisses him possessively before carry him out. "Now, I will need to paint you, and that will be all that we do this sol before sending the rest of it in the berth."

He squeaks, putting his servo on Megatron's mouth when they get to the hallway, "No. No, no, no."

"... You don't want to bond?"

He frowns at his mech, "I need to tell Elita first! She has to know!" He kisses Megatron, "And once we do, I'd like you to paint my servo as she watches." He'd say Botanica, too, but Elita will need to give permission for that.

"If you /insist//, I suppose I can wait a breem or so while you talk to your femme," Megatron huffs, like he's been asked to clean out an entire sewage plant all on his own, rather than waiting a short time for him to place a call. "But if she attempts to change your mind about our bond, I reserve the right to disconnect your call immediately. You are mine already, sweetspark, and no femme could ever change that."

Elita isn't going to try that. She's good with politics, better than Optimus is, honestly. She just lets Sentinel sway her a little too easily.

He kisses the bot, patting his cheek with a small smile, "She'll be happy we're getting bonded. She may ask that we have her there when we have the big public celebration, but she won't ever say that I can't be with you."

"She better not," Megatron grumbles, carrying him along the hallway at a faster clip than taking him to that auditorium. "You are mine, and the sparklings in your chest are also mine." Megatron kisses him softly, and murmurs, "Let's get sparkbonded."

Optimus vents in sharply and shakes his head, "That's . . . it's too soon to make a choice like that!" No matter how much he may like the /idea// of it, bots aren't supposed to sparkbond right away. "We should wait a stellar at least."

Megatron grumbles again, "You haven't been listening to the medics behind my back, have you? They may say it's best to sync sparks before a bond, but I've known plenty of couples who did it right away and were fine."

He flushes, kissing the mech, "We'll be bonded for a stellar by the time we sparkbond. I don't want..." He takes a small in-vent, feeling a little scared, "What if the sparkbond hurts the sparklings?" Because he knows of other bots who had that happen.

Richbots said more bots /should// do that, to lower the slumbot population, but all he can think of is the bots his age when he was finally earning credits, saving up to leave. While bots not up to leaving were with the ones they loved and got sparked, so they decided to sparkbond to keep safe from pushier richbots who liked snatching sparked bonded bots for berthbots.

Only to lose that sparkling.

How broken and empty the bots felt after.

Looking back, it is because they were too young, but the horror still clings.

He kisses Megatron again, "Let the sparklings attach and grow some protoform, at least. If we get them built up enough, we can sparkbond as soon as we're certain the shock to the spark won't hurt them."

Megatron vents out again in obvious irritation. "Very well. If you want to wait, we will." He's placed in front of the console. "Make your call, sweetspark, so I can take you to our berth and give you what you're craving."

Squeezing his thighs together, Optimus feels his faceplates heating up again. It's true that now that he's gotten used to interfacing, his frame /does// crave it every sol. That's probably partially due to the sparklings too, but he /wants// to be fragged now all the time, and he'd only thought about it in passing before.

He taps in the frequency, and it takes a bit, but eventually the com is answered... by Sentinel. The mech blinks at him, then says, "Optimus!" The mech sits down, "I'm so glad you're okay! We've been sending messages, but nothing is getting through to you!"

He relaxes a bit, feeling better, "I've been sending internal coms and text messages, too. So it's not just me not getting through."

Sentinel smiles at him, "I'm glad we got com to com." The mech glances around, clearly doing so as sending a text. "I told Elita you're on, and she'll be here in a moment. She's just spoiling the cleaner drone." The mech winks, mock-whispering, "I didn't say that."

He grins back, "Said what?"

Megatron is standing out of view of the console screen, but he's clearly listening and watching.

It's only a moment before Elita sits down and she's lovelier than ever. She must have recently gone to have her frame detailed, because her paint practically sparkles, even in the not-so-great lighitng of the Prime apartment housing that she and Sentinel share. "Optimus, why has it taken you this long to com me?"

"I've been sending messages-" He coughs when Elita raises an optical ridge, since he /knows// what she means, and is trying to avoid it. Not letting her get upset to the point of calling him on it, he says, "I've been... distracted."

"With what, exactly?"

He shifts a little in the seat, then reaches over to Megatron, "Ah..." His mech looks faintly irritated, but takes his servo. Once in shot, the irritation is gone, Megatron only looking neutral. "Megatron and I are together."

Elita smirks, "I'm not surprised. And are you staying with him, or will you be coming back to Cybertron."

"Optimus and I are getting bonded," Megatron says, looking half ready to grab Optimus and leave, irritation back.

Kissing his mech's fingers to calm him, he says, "I'm sparked, Elita. I wanted you and Sentinel to watch as Megatron paints me."

"You're . . . sparked?" Elita asks, tone as dubious as her expression. "And you're that you're actually sparked, and not that you've just been convinced that? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you if you're happy, sweetspark, but," she trails off, probably not wanting to tell him he's a fluffhead in front of Megatron. Which he's /not//. Daydream just a couple of times around Elita and she comes up with her own explanations though, which a mech will never be able to remove.

"The medic confirmed my twins," Optimus insists, because this isn't some sordid thing, like Megatron tricking him or something. He's sparked.