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Megatron watched him curiously. “You know, in all the years I’ve known you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your face plate. Seriously.” He pulled his hand free and reached up to touch the silver plate covering Optimus’s face, “What are you hiding behind that foolish thing?”

Optimus shifted uncomfortably, “I don’t look…military…without my plate.”

“Don’t lie. You use it to hide how you feel.”

That made Optimus avoid his gaze. At the same time, he mentally kicked himself for letting his body language reveal his unease.

“Oh, I hit a nerve, didn’t I?” Megatron smirked, “Come on. I want to see if my imagination is any good.”

“Why ruin a perfectly good mental image?”

“Stalling, Prime? Typical.”

Optimus hung his head and resisted the urge to swear.

Megatron clearly took enjoyment of his reluctance. “Interesting--you never struck me as the self-conscious type.”

“I’m not.”

“Then retract your plate.”

Sighing, Optimus turned away so Megatron couldn’t see him and let his silver plate retract into his helmet with a metallic click. The solid blue face beneath it was absolutely angelic. His nose tipped up and he had a heart shaped mouth--nearly a spitting image of the Primus statues seen in history footage.

“Let me see you,” said Megatron, now more insistent.

Optimus trembled and leaned down into the light...

- From my fanfic, "Walls" ....this is what Megatron saw when Optimus leaned over. Isn't he gorgeous?

(God, I SUCK at drawing anything mecha...but you get the idea. Please note that this is supposed to be Armada Optimus here.)

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Megatron watched him curiously. “You know, in all the years I’ve known you, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your face plate. Seriously.” He pulled his hand free and reached up to touch the silver plate covering Optimus’s face, “What are you hiding behind that foolish thing?”

Optimus shifted uncomfortably, “I don’t look…military…without my plate.”

“Don’t lie. You use it to hide how you feel.”

That made Optimus avoid his gaze. At the same time, he mentally kicked himself for letting his body language reveal his unease.

“Oh, I hit a nerve, didn’t I?” Megatron smirked, “Come on. I want to see if my imagination is any good.”

“Why ruin a perfectly good mental image?”

“Stalling, Prime? Typical.”

Optimus hung his head and resisted the urge to swear.

Megatron clearly took enjoyment of his reluctance. “Interesting--you never struck me as the self-conscious type.”

“I’m not.”

“Then retract your plate.”

Sighing, Optimus turned away so Megatron couldn’t see him and let his silver plate retract into his helmet with a metallic click. The solid blue face beneath it was absolutely angelic. His nose tipped up and he had a heart shaped mouth--nearly a spitting image of the Primus statues seen in history footage.

“Let me see you,” said Megatron, now more insistent.

Optimus trembled and leaned down into the light...

- From my fanfic, "Walls" ....this is what Megatron saw when Optimus leaned over. Isn't he gorgeous?

(God, I SUCK at drawing anything mecha...but you get the idea. Please note that this is supposed to be Armada Optimus here.)