I have you.

One thought, running through their minds and EM fields and
sparks, pulsing between them with everything that they had.

I have you. I am here.
I have you.

Slender frames pressed tighter together, plating scraping
and paint transferring, and they sobbed out
a delighted note as they slowly moved to lay down.

They’d driven until they were exhausted, then found a
relatively intact building, slammed every door they could find between
themselves and the outdoors, and wedged a cabinet against the door of the room
they were in. It wasn’t wedged very well, though, because they’d noticed a
berth and they only had one thought between them.

Touch.

They’d taken a moment to cling to each other before,
watching the security camera feed of their captor’s already-lifeless optics
outright dissolving before the feed fizzled out as the toxic gases ate into the
camera, but that hadn’t exactly been intimate.

This? This was desperate, the twins practically tackling
each other into the berth, but they were pressed so tightly together that they
might as well be-

The same thought flashed through their minds, and their
chassis armor parted in unison, outer and inner plating sliding aside until
their spark chambers met. They stayed like that for a long moment, panting at
the onslaught of sensation, arms wrapped tightly around each other as they
tried to adjust, and then-

They were split-spark
twins, after all. Inner plating whirred softly as it transformed, forming an
air-tight seal between the both of them, and outer plating clicked into place
to lock them together. Once it was safe, the final, inner barrier slid aside,
and energy leapt between them as their sparks trembled, reached-

And fused.

A complete merge was the most intimate act possible for the
Cybertronian species. The combination of two sparks, two beings, into one. Potentially dangerous – but not for them, never
for them. They had been born from the same spark, had been one for the first part of their lives. That was not true now, they
were two separate beings, but-

Their sparks remembered. It was nigh-impossible to
differentiate the two of them on scans, needing a sensitive enough scan to pick
out the tiny differences in frequency, which was why it was safe for them to do
this. To merge so completely, with so
little preparation, and stay locked together.

They were together again,
truly, truly together, as they hadn’t been for centuries. And they could feel each other, feel familiar plating
under servos and thigh plating rubbing as they clung, feel each other’s
thoughts as if they were one. Because they were-
their combined spark was pulsing steadily as one, their field had always been one unit, and their thoughts
were in unison as nowhere else.

They were together.

They were one.

They couldn’t stay that way. As good as it felt, they weren’t
one person, not really. They were one, but it was still them. Not him or her or xi or they, them. They were different, after all, in tiny places. And that-
that was good, too. They’d dreamed about being just one being, before, when it was
the most appealing thing in the world to be impossible to separate. But now,
well-

They were together. That was all they needed. So they stayed
together for a long time, rocking slowly together and holding each other close,
and then… withdrew. Slowly. Their sparks separated, their chassis plating
shifted to keep them covered as they arched away a short distance, and their
innermost plating slid back into place to protect their sparks. Their inner
plating also closed, but they kept themselves locked together by their outer
plating, purring quietly at the soft rubs between their inner chassis armor.
Slick, smooth- pleasurable. More than that, familiar. Incredibly familiar. It
was them. That was the only thing
that felt like this, was them, together,
safe.

It took them some deep venting to settle back into their
frames, as always. They had to collect their identities again. Scissors and Syringe.
Duo. Two as one.

Together.

When their optics finally opened, they were both grinning as
widely as physically possible, pushing their faces into each other’s shoulders
and biting softly. Affectionate, as always- tasting each other, dentae scraping
lightly over scratched paint, getting as close to each other’s throats as they
could without one of them letting go. Their arms were still locked around each
other, as well, a hug that blended the two of them together until it was
near-impossible to see where their frames separated.

Brother.

I am here.

You are here.

We are here.

I love you.