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They watch as Ultra orders the candies, and keep from giggling in delight as he gets them tiny, bite-sized pieces of crystals. The mech looks at them with a smile on his face, "I got some of everything. If you want more, just tell me and we'll get it."
They move closer to him, trying to encourage him to start touching again. They are horribly tempted to ask him if he'd feed them, but that will just get the noble bot flustered and onto their goal. "We will."
Orion takes a piece of crystal and offers it across Ultra's lap to his brother, who leans over to take it from his fingers with his mouth. Optimus moans softly, "Oh, that was delicious. They must use the best crystal crops here."
Ultra flushes with heat, watching them exchange bites of crystal candy. "They do. I wouldn't offer you anything I didn't personally enjoy myself, after all."
Orion licks his brother's fingers before licking his lips, "Would you like us to share, Ultra? It would be rude if we took it all for ourselves."
The mech's spark pulses hotly, but he shakes his head. "I'm quite fine how it is. You can keep feeding yourselves. The play will be starting soon, as well."
Disappointing. Not only will they have to stop to actually watch the play, they had been planning on finger feeding the larger mech. They nod, cuddling up next to Ultra. "Would you help us with translating if we get stuck as we watch?"
"I will. The dialect is mostly soldier common, and that's a good portion of what you've been working with in the stacks. You shouldn't have any problem. There are only a few instances of elite speech, and they're all very short. The play was intended for soldiers." Ultra pets them absently, and they both quiet their revving engines. "It's too bad we're back in this box. It's better when you're surrounded by other bots."
"Do they encourage audience participation?"
Ultra shakes his head, servos rubbing their frames, "It just makes me think of when I first saw it. I like being surrounded by others when I watch. It's nice for me to be with someone. I'm glad you're both here."
They snuggle in close, engines purring happily, "And you were going to just take one of us, or not go at all. We're glad you're with us, too."
"Very glad," Optimus hopes they'll be able to get up on Ultra's lap by the end of the first act.
Ultra pulls them against his sides when the lights go even darker and the curtains on the stage open to reveal a rather elaborate set. There are two bots standing in the midst of what appears to be a battlefield, strewn with rubble and a few bits of metal that Optimus assumes are meant to represent destroyed buildings, or offlined bots. The bots talk in a cadence they aren't used to, but that can easily be attributed to them being entirely self-taught.
They settle in to watch, cuddling close to Ultra, and shifting a little bit there's a tense moment on stage. By the end of the first act, they are in Ultra's lap, who barely seems to realize they aren't supposed to be there. They spend the entirety of the second act watching the play and slowly slipping tiny pieces of candy into the larger mech's mouth. By the third, they are wondering if they can be bold enough to kiss him, but instead settle on nuzzling into his neck as they feed him. His fingers are gentle on their frames when the lights come up, and he looks down at them in absolute confusion because he can't stand up to clap without making them fall off.
They gaze up at him with dim optics. By the end of this date, Ultra will be aware that it is a date, and they will have stolen at least one kiss each from him. But the time for kisses is not now, and Optimus and Orion pretend to be drowsy, nuzzling his chestplates. "That was an excellent play, Ultra. Very romantic."
Orion nods, "I would love to watch more plays with you, but now . . . I think we could do with going out for some energon."
Ultra pauses for a moment, optics roaming their relaxed frames, "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer just going back home? I could drop you off, and you could go recharge."
Optimus nuzzles the larger bot's neck, "We'd love to spend more time with you, though."
"You already spend almost every sol with me," Ultra murmurs, sounding like he can't even convince himself.
Orion runs his servo along the mech's frame, just missing the sparkplates, "But we don't spend time with you when we aren't at work. We'd love to just be with you."
Ultra glances down at their servos, "Ah . . this is not-" he shakes himself, "this isn't very professional. I wouldn't want to take advantage of either of you."
Drat. He's starting to figure them out. Optimus smiles brightly, "You aren't taking advantage. If anything, we are." He lowers his optics, "We haven't paid for anything thus far." It doesn't bother them at all, since they are used to being treated on dates, but if it helps Ultra rationalize their dating, Optimus and Orion are willing to play it up.
Ultra gives them a hesitant look, "It still isn't professional. I shouldn't have done this at all."
They look up at him with sad optics, "But if you hadn't come, we wouldn't have had help with the parts we didn't understand."
Ultra shifts uncomfortably, "The Decepticon amba-"
They give him a horrified look, "Last time we showed how proficient we are with ancient Cycbertronion, they only stopped trying to open us up because Elita-1 pulled us away!"
Ultra Magnus pulls them closer, arms tightening with outrage, "They have been informed not to harass you. All bots have been informed to not harass you." Because you are mine, his optics seem to add, and the twins shiver happily.
He'd been having them sit in consort position beside him at many council meetings now, and it had decreased the number of bots trying to get in a casual grope.
They nuzzle Ultra's chest, "We're just glad you're the one that came with us." They let their fingers wander along the larger bot's frame, careful not to touch anywhere too incriminating, "Will you let us buy you energon?"
Ultra is still looking hesitant, but nods. "If that's what you really want me to do. I don't think we should do this again. It isn't pro-" They run their servos up his chest, stopping just below the sparkplates, making him stop talking.
"Don't be silly, Ultra. You had fun watching the play with us, just like we had fun with you. Wouldn't you like us to be with you the next time you go?" Optimus is tempted to kiss the mech, but they know that won't help.
Orion continues for him, "You could go to more than just the one every ten stellar cycles if you take us."
"It would be fun, and we rarely get to go to things like this. Elita and Sentinel aren't interested in these kinds of plays." Optimus and Orion decide it's time to take the decision away from Ultra Magnus. "Let's get going. If we hurry, we should be able to get a good table at The Bolt or the Crystal Tine."
Ultra Magnus lets them pull him out of the theater without many more protests.
They sit at the desk while Hot Rod shifts from ped to ped in front of them. The racecar rubs the back of his helmet nervously, "Does... does this mean you no longer want to date me?"
They look at the news datapad that Roddy handed them, it is filled with pictures of them out on their date with Ultra. They tilt their head thoughtfully, and pull the mech closer. "Do you no longer want to date us? We told you what we're doing, and you can leave at any time."
The bot bites his lower lip, "If... if you want to stop being with me, I won't tell you that I want you to stay."
Optimus taps the bot on the nose, soft and playful, "You come to our work to ask us this, and then get all nervous and indecisive. Do you want us to stay with you? We're happy to keep going if you are. Ultra isn't going to admit that he dated us anytime soon."
"I'm not sure I should," Hot Rod says quietly. "Dating the Magnus's intended consorts doesn't seem like a wise idea if I ever want to be accepted into the Elite Guard."
They lean in at the same time and kiss both of his cheeks at once. "Don't be silly," Optimus insists. "Ultra Magnus refuses to even admit we are dating right now. Even after we kissed him. It's going to take a while to sway him to our side, and we would enjoy dating you for now."
The racecar looks at the floor, still nervous. "Still, I don't know if I even should." He rubs the back of his helmet again, "I mean, should I even be talking about this here? I'm in the Autobot Headquarters to talk to the Magnus's secretarybots about if we should be dating or not."
They smile at him, flickering their optics prettily, "You have every right to ask this, Roddy. It might have been better to talk to us after we got of work, but we're happy to spend our break with you." They stand up, moving around the desk to nuzzle the racecar lovingly, "We'd love to keep dating you, but it is up to you if we do or not. If you decide you don't think we should, then you don't have to."
"I," Roddy flushes. "I'd like to date you, but I'm still not sure it's a good idea. I would like to ask the Magnus for permission."
Optimus and Orion exchange a glance. /That doesn't sound like a very good idea to me,/ Orion warns, and Optimus nods.
/If we ever want to get both in the berth at the same time, it might be best to just let him ask right now. Then he could ask about the Elite Guard at the same time./
They both nod at that, and press kisses to Hot Rod's mouth. When the bot is flushing bright red, they nuzzle him lovingly, "We'll schedule you in to meet him. The only time we have this solar cycle is a two breem window, though. If you're willing to take it with us there, anyway That's when we give him his energon." They each toy with a point of his chevron, "If you want to talk to him alone, it will take a decacycle or more."
Roddy moves away from their touches reluctantly, "I..." The mech straightens up, and their sparks flutter at how noble he looks. "I have no problem with the both of you being there with me. When will this happen?"
"Next megacycle," Optimus says, sliding his servos down to play with his spoiler. "You can go visit the datapad storage with Orion until then if you'd like."
Hot Rod nods decisively, "Yes. That sounds like an excellent plan."
/And you can have some alone time with our Roddy,/ Optimus smirks at Orion. /Make sure he's not got too much of your paint on him when you bring him back, brother./
Orion pulls Hot Rod with him, nuzzling their racecar lovingly, /No promises. He's just so wonderful when he worries about what other bots think./
Optimus settles down at the desk again, returning to work.
A bit less than a megacycle later, Optimus stands up and heads to the dispenser in one of the common rooms. /You need to come on up. I'm getting the energon now./
/Coming. Will you get enough for me, too?/
Optimus avoids one of the more persistent bots, while flickering his optics prettily at one of the shyer ones as he walks, /No problem. I'm glad they actually dispense enough for the both of us now. The single cube for the both of us every sol was absolutely horrible./
Ultra had probably tweaked the systems until they were running properly for the both of them. /Get some for Roddy too. He's all nervous. And running really hot,/ Orion giggles, /He keeps trying to wipe my paint off of his chest. He's only making it worse, of course./
Optimus is looking forward to seeing it for himself. /Hurry your aft up./
/We're coming, we're coming. Calm down. Meet you in the usual place?/
He pours four cubes of energon, pulling out a tray to carry them, /A little closer to the office this time, I think. No need for bad rumors for Roddy if Ultra freaks./
/I'll take the shortcut, then. Meet you there./
They meet in front of Ultra's office, and Optimus takes the time to admire the bold streaks of blue servo paint on Roddy's sparkplates. /Were you trying to get him to open up for you?/ He glances up at Roddy's face, and the posture of his frame, /Did you overload him without even letting me feel it?/
Orion smirks, /Yep./
/Fragger./
Roddy moves to kiss Optimus, only to freeze, realizing where they are. "Are we going in?"
Optimus nuzzles their racecar, kissing him slowly, glossa gaining entrance. When he pulls away, Hot Rod has that wonderful lustfilled look that makes them use his spark over and over. They takes his servos, "We are. He may not pay attention at first, but since what you want to ask won't take long, it won't be that bad."
"And I'm sure he doesn't get many requests to date the bots that he's already dating," Hot Rod says wryly, trying to calm his revving engine down. "This is an utterly terrible way to meet the Magnus for the first time. If my creators knew, they would drop into stasis lock out of shock."
Smiling, Orion pulls the bot into the room with them, "Time for your fuel, UltraMagnus, sir."
The Magnus doesn't even look up, "Thank you, just put it on the desk."
Optimus does, putting it just where Ultra likes it, "There's also someone here that wants to talk to you, and we'd like you to if you think you can."
Ultra keeps his nose buried in the datapad. "Is the bot scheduled in?"
Orion positions Roddy so he's standing at the correct stance of attention. "Not exactly, but it is kind of important to us if you talk to him."
Finally, the Magnus looks up, his optics widening a bit. "You've brought one of your . . ," his optics flick down to the paint on Hot Rod's chest, "companions to pay me a visit?"
Optimus smiles brightly. "Of course we did. He wants to ask you something."
Hot Rod is already flushed a nervous shade of red over his already red plating, "I was hoping to get your permission to date them."
Ultra has a flash of possesiveness over his features before looking back at the datapad, "I was unaware that I had control over who they choose to spend time with. They're adults, and can do what they want. You don't need to ask me, and they already seem to like you just fine." The Magnus flicks a finger at Hot Rod's plates, "So you must have gotten their approval already."
Roddy shuffles slightly, "It is just..." The mech straightens, and the twins' optics dim happily, "Sir, you have them under your protection, and have said absolutely no harassment. I plan on being an elite guard as soon as my creators finally realize I'm serious about wanting to be and they allow it. I don't want to mess that up by being with them. We've already discussed it, and it hinges on you."
Their mech keeps his optics on the datapad in front of him, but his expression looks rather pained. "If they wish to date you, they have my blessings." The Magnus seems to sink in on himself a bit. "You're a good mech, and if they're interested in you, then you deserve a chance." He clutches the stylus for the pad, "Please leave now. I need to get this report finished within the megacycle."
The twins give each other frantic unhappy looks, unsure what to do. Hot Rod looks at them both, and says cautiously, "If... if you want, I really don't have to date them. This is all a-"
Ultra points at the door, "Please leave. All three of you."
They do, Roddy in front as the twins clutch each other unhappily. The moment the door shut, they lean against the wall, whimpering unhappily. "H-he thinks we don't want him now! We knew this would be a bad idea!"
Hot Rod glances at their frantic poses, and then pushes his way back into the office.
The twins try to follow, only to whine again when they realize that Ultra has locked them out. /Primus, we fragged this up,/ Optimus clutches at Orion, and they both sink down at the desk. /We should have guessed. He's an older model type. He probably doesn't understand the way we 'face other bots./
Orion leans against him, /But he's an MUCH older model. He knew a spike was a 'facing mod. The older texts talk about these sort of things a lot./
/He said he watched that play in a large crowd, he may only be in that age group. The heavily censored one./
/Frag. It's going to be so fragging hard to make this up to him if he's from that group and still feels that way about things./
They don't feel any shame in interfacing with bots they like who like them in return. It's fun, harmless, and good for the spark. However, some older bots, or more conservatively raised bots don't feel the same way about interfacing. If Ultra is one of them . . .
Well, their imagined lives as his consorts might have to be rethought. They cuddle closer, sniffling unhappily. They don't want to give up the dream they had since they were sparklings.
By the time the door reopens, they're thinking that something absolutely terrible happened, but Hot Rod steps out with Ultra following him. They blink at them sadly, unsure what they're going to be told, and preparing for the worst. The Magnus moves over to their side, putting a cautious servo on each of their frames, "Hot Rod informs me that you both adore me, and are, in fact, trying to figure out a way to get me to bond with you. Is this true?"
They blush and shoot Hot Rod dark looks around the Magnus's frame. /Traitor,/ Optimus mouths silently at him, and the racecarbot only gives him a stern look in response.
Optimus nods reluctantly at Ultra, "Yes. We have been considering a way to inform you of it ourselves, but the timing was not right, or the setting inappropriate."
The Magnus kneels down, so they're more level, "And when would the timing have been right?"
The give him an unhappy look, "When you would stop insisting that it isn't professional not to date us when we made it so obvious we would try to do anything to make you happy. We went on a date with you, and you kept insisting it wasn't even after we kissed you and asked if you wanted to come in to our apartment."
"It wouldn't have been right to come in. You were both dangerously close to being overcharged from the energon at the restaurant, and I refuse to take advantage of overcharged bots who may not know better than to flirt with a worn-out old frame."
Orion slaps Ultra's shoulder lightly, "Don't refer to yourself that way. You're not some ancient rust-bucket, Ultra. You're a strong, healthy mech in the prime of his life."
Ultra shakes his head, "The only bot the same age as me that's still online is Megatron. I'd say that's a good indicator of how old I am, you two. You don't want a bot like me."
They frown at him, and Optimus crosses his arms, "We've wanted to be with you forever. Being around you only solidified our resolve."
The Magnus raises an optic ridge, "Really? Hot Rod didn't say how long it was, since you weren't very specific with him. Would you care to enlighten me?"
They flush-it's not something they want to admit, that they've been infatuated with him since sparklinghood. That they'd played pretend with washable paint and sparkling toy bonding brushes and made pretend vows to Ultra. Optimus dims his optics instead, "Do you really want to know how long we have been self-servicing to thoughts of you?"
Ultra rubs his optics, "If it is just about 'facing me, I think that I'll have to get new secretarybots. It isn't good practice to ha-"
Orion puts up a servo to Ultra's mouth, and whispers softly, "We wanted to be with you since we were sparklings. You're noble."
"You're kind," Optimus murmurs.
They move a little closer to Ultra, slipping into his arms as they say together, "You're exactly what we had wanted and more. We aren't here because of your position of power, or your money. We want you because you're so genuine." They cautiously press kisses to his lips, "If you really don't want us, we will stop trying for you. But you keep showing every sign, over and over, that you want us like we want you."
Ultra Magnus flushes with heat, "Whether I want you or not is not the question here. It doesn't matter how I may feel. It is inappropriate for me to have a relationship with bots who work directly beneath me."
Hot Rod coughs, and the Magnus flushes darker.
They lean against him, Orion murmuring, "It is allowed, though. As long as we're consenting, you can."
They share a look, and Optimus continues, "We can even stop being your secretarybots, if it is so terrible for you. We can work down at the datapad storage."
"No." Ultra squeezes them closer, "You will be staying here, with me. If you spend all your sol down in storage, then you'll end up starving yourselves again." He lifts a servo and stops their protests, "I won't lose the most skilled secretarybots I've ever had." Wincing, he adds, "Even if I do decide to . . . court you."
Their optic ridges lift a bit. Courtship? They'd just been hoping for dating and eventually convincing him to bond with them many vorns in the future. Courtship means certain bonding, and is significantly better than anything they had hoped for.
They cuddle up closer to him, fingers just on the outside edges of the larger mech's sparkplates. Optimus looks up at Ultra with wide optics, "If you decide to court us?"
Ultra winces, looking away, "You're both dating Hot Rod. What kind of mech would I be if I tried to break you up?"
Roddy coughs in his servo, "Sir? They had made it very clear that if you showed actual interest, that they would go to you. I accepted that when we started."
The twins smile naughtily, "We would stop dating for you, Ultra, but if you're willing to allow it, we'd like to keep Roddy." Optimus slips free to grab the racecarbot and pull him over to them. "He's adorable. He reminds us of you."
Ultra Magnus and Hot Rod shift uncomfortably, trying to withdraw without appearing to put any distance between themselves.
Orion pouts, "We won't date him if you don't want us to."
They press kisses to Ultra's lips, letting Roddy move out of reach, "We want you most."
They leans against Ultra, and the mech shifts slightly, "I... I don't know how much Hot Rod is like me, but I think it would be a good idea to test his character by recommending him to join the academy to be an elite guard if he can make it."
Hot Rod blinks in surprise, "Sir? I wasn't... You don't have to, sir. I'm sure I can convince my creators to allow me in on my own."
"You came to ask for permission to date the twins, and then came back after I dismissed you. You deserve a chance to prove yourself in the Guard." Ultra strokes possessive servos down the twins' sparkplates, and they shiver. "They seem to see something in you, and I see it as well. I will speak with your creators about allowing you to join."
Hot Rod stands up straighter, "Thank you, sir."
Ultra stands up, scooping the twins in his arms, "I need to talk to Orion and Optimus about our courting measures, and we will com you when we're coming over. You can go prepare your creators for the visit."
Linking their servos, the twins follow Ultra into his office. Their future is looking bright now, brighter than it has ever looked before, and they are looking forward to whatever comes their way.
Especially if it involves Ultra and Roddy in the berth together.
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