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Title: I was always gonna be yours
Author: [livejournal.com profile] ilcocoabean/[livejournal.com profile] madwanderer
Fandom: Transformers (movie verse)
Pairing: Leo/Simmons, past Simmons/OMC
Part: 2/2
Genre(s): AU, Angst, Fluff, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Lime, Preslash, Romance, Slash
Prompt: 371. Any fandom, any same-sex pairing. "Daytime friends and night time lovers/ They don't wanna hurt the others/ So they love in the nighttime/ And shake hands in the light of day" Two coworkers struggle to hide their relationship in the office, where homophobia abounds.
Rating: R
Word Count: 3206/9608
Summary: Working at Sector Seven had always been hard for Leo. Between ignoring his obsession for aliens, dealing with snarks about his young age, as well as hiding his relationship with Agent Simmons, homophobia was the last thing he wanted to deal with.
Disclaimer: Full disclaimer here.
Warnings: Character deaths, crude humor, innuendo, sex.

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A month before his friends died and five months into training Leo heard a piece of gossip he'd always dismissed as simply that- gossip. It wasn't until he confirmed it that he realized how fucked up things were at Sector Seven. He had thought his co-workers were assholes before but now, he was sure they were nothing but worthless sacks of meat with the luck to have some brains to actually keep the job that he worked so hard at every day.

The story was just so horrible and it enraged him to no end. He wasn't angry that Simmons had had another lover before him- a lover he had been willing to leave Sector Seven for. No, he was angry that Simmons hadn't gone with him.

.


“The story goes something like this,” Maggie explained pouring herself another cup of coffee. “The guy was a new recruit. Older than most of them, fastest hacker than anyone we'd seen before and with looks to boot. When Simmons saw him the first day- I swear my life on this- he was utterly speechless,” she grinned in spite of herself. “To be honest, I was a little taken back too. He was gorgeous. Here,” she got up and took a photo album from her desk. “Let me show you a picture.”

Leo looked at the picture and gaped. The guy really was gorgeous. He was tall, built, brown curls, peeking around his neck, wide brown eyes, and a smile that made even Leo's insides squirm- and it was just an innocent picture of himself sitting in one of the labs.

“Wow,” Leo breathed. “Just wow.”

“I know,” Maggie smirked. “Great looks but apparently that made him a target for the other older agents who were young enough to be immature morons like the idiots you work with.”

“I doubt anyone can be as bad as those assholes,” Leo muttered. “Every single day they never stop talking about how wrong things are and how they should just send a damn fucking robot on the world to rid themselves of people they hate. Not without an orgy first though,” he rolled his eyes. “Fucking idiots.”

“Yeah well, that's tame compared to what this guy had to put up with,” Maggie muttered. “He was always open about his sexuality. It made us girls so frustrated sometimes because he was just so...” she sighed. “Perfect,” she folded her hands over her cup. “He chose Simmons somehow and they did manage to keep it together until word got out that the guy was seeing someone- the committee fired him.”

“Wait, what?” Leo blinked. “But didn't you just say everyone practically knew?”

“Yeah well,” Maggie rolled her eyes. “Thing about bigots is that they figure if they stay in denial- it really isn't true.” Another sigh. “So basically Simmons was ready- so ready to leave. He had his resignation letter ready, his uniform pressed to be handed back in and then from one day to the next the guy disappeared. Simmons was a wreck. No one saw it but me- they all chalked it up to the idea that he was pissed that his best recruit turned out to be a poof.”

“What happened to him?”

“Who?”

“Who else, the guy!”

“Oh,” Maggie shook her head. “Well I heard Simmons found him but...”

“But?”

“Well,” Maggie shrugged. “I don't know- Simmons was fine the next day. He had gotten over it or something. Moved on. I'm not sure, I never asked him.”

Leo was quiet for a moment as he eyed the picture and looked through the rest, seeing a couple more of the man with Simmons at his side or with Maggie hanging onto his arm.

“Hey, you never told me his name.”

“His name was Jonathon.”

*


Leo shifted in his seat and listened carefully, closing his eyes to focus just as Maggie has advised him. He knew that across the room she was probably doing the same. It had been a hectic week of activity. First the disaster in Shanghai, now the robbing of the AllSpark sliver. And still not only was N.E.S.T in the dark but they were as well (not that N.E.S.T knew they were trying to figure anything out- they were still undercover, private, and working pretty damn hard to keep it that way), wondering how the hell had those Decepticons found out about Megatron's location.

He screwed his eyes shut even tighter- the only way they could find out was if they'd been right there or if they'd bugged the entire world and the only way to do that was by way of sate- and suddenly he stopped. Wait a second... Considering the level of technology those bastards had, he wouldn't put it past them.

He pulled a terminal and began to type as fast as possible. He pulled up a list of likely suspects and chose one at random. If he could just get a little peek then he'd be able to see if-

Oh fuck.

The satellite. He- it- shit.

He swallowed hard and stood up, “a Decepticon has infiltrated our satellite.”

*


Leo didn't quite know what to do after he and Simmons had sex. Especially not after he remembered this little piece of gossip when he woke up the next day. He knew had sort of wanted Simmons before this. Okay maybe more than sort of.

But it wasn't because the man was drop dead gorgeous or anything- no he was average and pretty much still a bit of an asshole. Yet he was his mentor. He was his friend. His only one now. Even before when his friends had been living with Powers, Simmons was still the only one who could pull him through any bad day.

His friends hadn't understood some of his obsessions and although they shared a passion for aliens and anything to do with them, it wasn't to the same level. Simmons was the only one who could be up to his level of craze for aliens.

Although Simmons teased him and called him a kid from time to time, he was to put it simply, his equal. So why was he hesitating right now? Why was he so...-?

Simmons nudged him in the ribs now, “you're thinking too loud.”

Leo frowned and sat up. He eyed the man sleeping on his side, waiting for those eyes to open and look at him.

“I was just...” Leo bit his lip. “Can I ask you something?”

“I believe you just did, but go ahead and ask me another,” Simmons muttered. “Still too tired to say no.”

“What happened to Jonathon?” Leo felt his companion stiffen beside him in bed and he quickly began to explain, “I heard the rumors about him from the older agents and then Maggie told me what really happened but... she didn't know what happened afterwards... when he left. And I... well...”

Simmons nodded and ran a hand over his face, “Figures, that woman can't keep her mouth shut. Well turns out he lives in Brazil now, found himself a new boyfriend, and got married, even works for their government.”

Leo stared, “you mean... he just forgot about you?”

Simmons turned on his back and away from his questioning gaze, “he never really... did care much, I guess. Said he loved me and then he left. Can't call that love- so he must have just never cared.”

Leo frowned, “well he's an idiot. He may have looks and brains but apparently not enough to have just forgotten someone as good as you.”

“So you're saying I'm a better catch than he was?” Simmon's eyebrows were raised and the teasing tone in his voice was enough to make heat pool in Leo's cheeks.

“...I'm just saying he was an idiot for forgetting you in the first place,” he didn't look up as and kept his eyes trained carefully on the sheets in front of him. “You deserve better than that.”

A hand reached up to grip his chin and Leo allowed his gaze to follow the movement as Simmons tipped it down towards him. The smile on the older agent's face made his heart skip a beat and for a moment all he could do was stare.

Then tentatively, he smiled back.

.


Leo knew things would be tricky. He knew if word got out that he was seeing someone, they'd eventually start to ask just who the lucky girl was. And if word got out that it wasn't a girl but a guy who happened to be his superior- then he was fucked. God, he was practically sleeping with his boss seeing as how Simmons was definitely higher in rank than he was.

He didn't know how they managed it those first few months. It was so hard not to melt into every touch Simmons briefly gave him- whether it was a pat, a slight squeeze of the shoulders or a simply stare. The older agent was simply a bad influence on him. No matter how hard he tried, that damned man always managed to get under his skin and wind him up.

What he didn't know however was that he had the same effect on Simmons as well. How was he supposed to know that a simple act of biting his lips and sticking a pen in his mouth would cause any sort of reaction? So when Simmons dragged him off to a private office to fuck him into a desk, the first time around, he made sure to stick a pen in his mouth at every available opportunity. It was dangerous, sure, but he couldn't help it, and neither could Simmons.

Those first few months were the best of his life. He finally managed to ignore the assholes who he worked with. He managed to ignore the snarks about his age. And he even managed to keep his relationship a secret amid all this.

For a while at least.

*


Leo shook his head and rubbed his eyes. Of all the shit that had been going on this week, a second alien attack was not what he needed right now. Three night-shifts in a fucking row and he still had to get up for his regular shifts in the mornings. He had only slept two hours last night. Two!

And that was only because he had finally, finally gotten a call from Simmons telling him he and Sam were heading to D.C and he was expecting him to be there to help with a break-in.

“The Smithsonian Simmons?” Leo echoed. “Really? What do you want us to loot out the White House afterwards because you know, their security must be a lot less than the Air and Space-”

“Kid, kid, kid, kid, kid, kid you compromise this mission? You are dead to me!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I heard you,” he rolled his eyes despite knowing the other wouldn't see it. “I'll be on the next flight out of here. Just call up Powers and Tom to let them know I'm the one you wanted.”

Powers had been furious when Simmons was assigned the job of protecting the kid but he had been even more infuriated by the fact that instead of calling for back-up from the Security department he'd asked specifically for him, “the pipsqueak newbie recruit.”

Leo leaned back into the plane's seat and tried to get some sleep. At least he could rest easy in knowing he'd be seeing his boyfriend in about an hour. He closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut that something bad was going to happen.

.


“So have you told him, you love him yet?” Mikaela asked.

Leo sputtered and turned around to face the girl, blushing a bright red, “what are you talking about?”

“Oh don't lie,” she replied. “I've seen the looks you've given him when you think no one's looking. And I've also heard the noises he makes when you-”

“What's your point?” Leo cut in.

Mikaela gave him a kind smile as they watched the men across the room, “you know what the Decepticons are capable of... you can't tell me you aren't at least the tiniest bit scared that those two will lose their heads and take on more than they can handle.” Leo looked away from her knowing gaze. “C'mon Leo, why haven't you?”

“Because, it has to be perfect,” Leo replied quietly. “...I don't want him to think I don't mean it. I have to say it at the right time and-”

“You're so cute,” Mikaela whispered shaking her head. “But seriously just stop worrying and tell him- everyone else who's seen you two work together already knows.”

.


Leo growled angrily as Simmons ran off, leaving him alone to deal with the injured soldiers in the helicopter. Of all the arrogant and stupid things he'd seen and heard today, Simmons' stunt had to be the worst ever. He clenched his fists and stared up at the twins, daring them to say anything.

They looked away, whistling innocently to themselves.

“What the hell are you doing standing here?” Leo barked. “Go with the others by the pillars and help Sam!”

Apparently his rough demeanor and harsh tone was enough to get the two Autobots moving. He nodded as he watched them leave before settling down to wait for the other agent to return from being a hero.

Carajo, este idiota se va matar.6

.


Leo ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. And finally, there, there he was walking towards him, dirty, slightly hunched over but victorious. Ignoring the grin on the other's face he raised his arm and punched him as hard as he could.

You! You- You idiot!” He hissed, towering over the other agent. “Don't you dare ever, ever do that again!”

Simmons smiled up at him, rubbing his jaw, “nice to see you too kid.”

His anger deflated now. He couldn't help it. Simmons was there, on the ground, still smiling.

“Oh God,” Leo felt himself crumple and fall to the ground beside him. He reached out and dug his fingers in the other's warm leather jacket. Burying his head in his shoulder he released a sob, “I thought... fuck I thought-”

“Shhh,” Simmons' hands came up to wrap around him and he felt the sudden thoughts of he'salivehe'salivehe'snotdeadalivealive crashing together and choke up inside him. “I know. I'm here.”

.


Now that N.E.S.T knew they were still around things began to change. Amid the quick cover-ups and hurried debriefing Sector Seven received a major make-over. Although they were still apart from the government, and privately funded the military organization was now relying them more heavily on information they didn't have. Such as data from the experiments they had managed to preform on the AllSpark before all the slivers were gone, a few leading theories on the remaining transformers living in disguise on Earth, and a foolproof agency dedicated to the sole purpose of research without taking any part in protecting Earth from potential threats. That, they were to hand over to N.E.S.T.

It was between the debriefs and training of new recruits that Leo was summoned before the committee.

“You're dismissed,” Powers growled.

Leo didn't even ask why. He simply nodded and turned away. He knew exactly why he had been fired and to be honest he didn't give a damn. He had noticed the way his co-workers had thrown him and Simmons dirty looks whenever they were discussing a new rotation of shifts or a future experiment. It was no secret to anyone now. He was done. He was so fucking done with the hiding.

When it came down to it however he did wonder how he had become so careless as to not realize they weren't alone on the plane back to headquarters. Sam had been there, Mikaela, Lennox, a couple of other soldiers and one sole Sector Seven agent that had unfortunately been the one to find them kissing in the bathroom.

“You are so dead Leo,” Perkins had whispered, clenching his beret at his side, so tightly, Leo could see the whites of knuckles. “So fucking dead.”

Leo had looked at him levelly and leaned in to lick Simmons' ear, watching with cynical amusement as the agent had turned tail and ran.

He supposed, it was bound to happen sooner or later. He just wondered what taken them so long.

About an hour after he got home, Simmons stormed into the apartment, yanking him up from the sofa, “get into your uniform, we're going to call in a favor. Right fucking now.”

“What are you-?” Leo began but was abruptly cut off as the man glared at him. He raised his hands defensively, “all right, all right- no questions.”

He did as he was told and pretty soon they were speeding down the road in the direction of where he knew the N.E.S.T headquarters lay. He hoped Simmons knew what he was doing.

With Simmons' hand on his knee though, somehow, he knew everything was gonna be okay.

.


It didn't take long to figure it out what favor Simmons was talking about. In fact Sam and Mikaela were the ones who told him the news before Simmons got a chance.

“What do you mean he's the official liaison between Sector Seven and N.E.S.T? When did this happen?” Leo blinked.

“Just now,” Sam replied with a smile, “Lennox and Tom both agreed to it and since they're both very important to their own organizations now all that needs to be done is for him to sign the papers.”

“He'll still be working for Sector Seven then?” Leo asked.

“Yeah, but now he gets to have an office here. And guess just who he's naming his personal assistant?”

Leo gaped in amazement, “no.”

“Who else was I going to chose?” Simmons's voice snorted from behind him. “The rest of those idiots are just not worth my presence anymore.”

Leo turned around to see him and smiled, “so... does this mean I don't have the opportunity to run off to Brazil to meet a nice young boy my age to marry?”

“Not a chance,” Simmons murmured grinning down at him.

.


It was later when they were finally in bed, almost half asleep in the afterglow of their rough lovemaking that Leo said it.

“I love you,” he whispered fiercely, kissing the brim of the other's nose. “But if you ever, ever, ever decide to make a meal again, please, please, please don't. Jesus, just wait till I get home or call Maggie to help you.”

Simmons' laugh rumbled beneath his ear and he smiled when the agent answered, “love you too kid.”


6 Spanish for "Hell, this guy is going to get himself killed."


Part One


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