A Priori, A Posteriori

Omega wasn’t the sharpest tool in the drawer, but he wasn’t stupid. He smiled as his mech arrived. It always felt like they didn’t get enough time together. He scooped the cyclebot up, cupping him gently between two servos. He could hold him in one but he was always worried about dropping him if he did that.

Other Mechs didn’t understand their relationship, but they were precious to each other.  He nuzzled his cyclebot carefully and purred when he felt the tiny kiss that was pressed to his cheek. It had taken a while to explain to the medic why he wanted the ability to up his sensitivity. He wanted to be able to feel his cyclebot.
Slider laughed, “You are thinking a lot again love. What is on your processor?” Slider didn’t care what others said, they were perfect for each other, the perfect balance.

“You.” It was hard for him to converse normally, he just didn’t get much practice with anyone but the medic and his cyclebot. “Mechs, think we cannot hear them. Mechs say horrible things.”

Slider frowned but then smiled and nuzzled him again. “Let them. I love you and you love me and that is all that matters.”

Omega’s engine rumbled, “love you.” He wouldn’t crush the other mechs, just because he didn’t want to see his cyclebot frown. He lay back a bit and stroked his mech’s frame. “We missed you.”

Slider smiled, “I missed you too. You want to hear about what I have been doing?”

Omega nodded, focusing all his sense on his cyclebot, his Slider.

Slider rambled on about the past few days. Missions, gossip, everything as Omega listened. When he had first started meeting with his lover he thought his silence meant he wasn’t listening. Then he learned the truth. Omega was so quiet because he listened so much.

Omega stroked Slider’s frame when he finally finished talking with one finger and slowly relayed his thoughts. Slider encouraging him to speak and express himself in a way he never had before.

Slider shivered when Omega’s finger began to linger on parts of his frame. “Omega. Now? Here?” He liked interfacing with his lover, even if it wasn’t any conventional form of interfacing. Omega though normally preferred to do it in a more private place.

The larger mech nodded and a small compartment opened in his chest. It was near his spark a place where normally a medic would access to scan his systems. It was the most sensitive part of his frame and he was looking forward to surprising his lover with his new upgrade.

Slider slipped inside and smiled when the armor closed over him.  The area was lit with the glow of Omega’s spark and it was warm and comfortable to him. It was a place he never wanted to leave. He started to touch. Stroking over large relays and sensor nodes.

A few times the charge off Omega’s overload had brought him over the edge multiple times so he always wanted to--he froze as something slid up his leg.

Soft bundles of wires pressed him up agains the most sensitive panel of the chamber and began to stroke his frame. “Omega!” He gasped out as they teased his seams and wires delicately, lovingly.

Omega rumbled around him as he chuckled, “Upgrade. For you.”

He moaned, his lover had upgraded himself for him. He’d never thought he would ever have a lover willing to do that. He felt Omega plug into his systems and he cried out in pleasure as the larger mech flooded his frame with energy.

Omega felt the echoes as Slider overloaded but they weren’t done yet. He was going to repay his lover and overload him like he couldn’t before.

One of the wire bundles opened Slider’s panel and stroked over his spike and valve while Omega greedily processed the information they sent him. Later he would take his mech where he could watch and not just feel, but this was their secret.

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Later Slider lay curled up on top of Omega’s chest, a thermal blanket over him, completely spent. “I like your new upgrade but you didn’t have to do that for me.”

Omega rubbed his back. “That is why we did.”

Slider purred and pressed a soft kiss to the chest beneath him, he loved his gentle giant.