Autobot base. Night.

The long day had finally ended.

The last lights in the base's corridors were dimmed. Somewhere in the distance, generators hummed softly. Ratchet's medbay had already gone dark. Even Smokescreen's room went silent.

You walked down the hallway, a little tired after work.

The door to your and Magnus's room slid quietly open.

You entered.

And immediately noticed him.

Ultra Magnus stood at the back of the room, directly opposite the entrance. Not against the wall, not against the table—as if he was there, where you were sure to see him.

A tall, powerful figure. Hands behind his back. His back was perfectly straight. He was clearly waiting.

You stopped at the entrance, head bowed slightly.

"Magnus?" you asked softly. "Is something wrong?"

For a few seconds, he simply looked at you. His optics were darker than usual. Focused. But not anxious. More like... determined.

He took a slow step forward.

"No," he answered quietly.

Another step.

"Nothing happened."

Pause.

His voice deepened.

"I just... need intimacy."

The words sounded unexpectedly direct. Even to him.

You blinked.

"Intimacy?"

He lowered his head slightly—a rare gesture, one that conveyed an unfamiliar frankness.

"Yes."

Another step. There was now only a little space between you.

"Intimate."

Silence.

You felt a slight wave of surprise pass through your sensors. But then he continued.

"And..." he exhaled almost imperceptibly, "I thought of a new way."

You narrowed your eyes.

"A new way?"

Only now did you notice that one of his hands was still behind his back.

You raised an eyebrow.

"Magnus... what are you hiding there?"

He was silent for a few seconds. Then he slowly extended his hand forward. In his palm lay a thin metal collar. Neat. Smooth. With a soft inner lining and a small energy lock.

You froze. For a second. Internal systems failed for a split second.

"Oh..."

You exhaled quietly. Your optics widened slightly. And then... A wide smile slowly appeared on your lips.

"So..." you chuckled softly. You took a step toward him.

"We've decided to take things to the next level?"

He watched your reaction carefully.

And when he realized you weren't backing down, a warm, confident glow flickered in his optics.

You stepped closer. Very close. He lowered his head slightly to look directly at you.

His free hand slowly rose. His fingers touched your waist. Very carefully. Almost testing your reaction. And then they gently traced the lines of your armor. The movement was slow. Warm. Controlled.

"If you don't like it..." he said quietly.

You interrupted him, taking another half-step forward.

"Magnus."

You looked at the collar in his hand... then back at him.

"Put it on."

His optics brightened momentarily. He carefully took your hand. And gently led you to the bed.

The mattress sank gently as you sat up.

He remained standing before you. Tall. Calm. But there was a tense concentration in his movements.

He came closer. Very close. His palm touched your chin. And slowly lifted it up.

"Look at me," he said quietly.

His fingers slid to the backplate of your helmet. Very carefully. He tilted your head back slightly. Just enough to reveal the line of your neck. His other hand lifted the collar. The metal gleamed softly in the soft light of the room.

You felt his hand on your neck. Warm. Safe.

He slowly moved the collar around your neck. His movements were surprisingly careful. As if it wasn't just an object. As if it was trust.

The lock clicked softly.

He didn't let go of you right away. His fingers remained on your neck for a few more seconds.

Then they slowly slid down to your collarbone. He leaned closer. So close that his voice was almost a whisper.

"Now..." he said quietly, right next to your audio sensor, "you are completely mine."

His palm slid gently down the line of your back. Pulling you closer. But not harshly. With force. With confidence.