Heated Moments Part 2
The other half of my 10,172 worded prompt fill.
If you haven't read it, part one can be found here
Title: Heated Moments
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Characters: Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Knock Out, Bumblebee, Bulkhead and Arcee.
Prompt: Optimus going into Heat.
Rating: T
Warnings: Slash, PnP, Sparkplay, Heat, m-preg/sparked
Disclaimer: Transformers = Not mine.
System booting up slowly, his processor hazy as he slowly onlined his optics, Optimus sat up groggily.
Immediately he became aware of everything, excitement filled him. He was so happy he would get to see Knock Out tonight.
He giddily left his room, heading over to the main console and checking everything over half-heartedly. No sign of any Decepticons…of Knock Out.
Glancing around quickly, he went on the Decepticon medic’s file and added the Cybertronian symbol for love. Smirking playfully, he rapidly closed the file, turning round and walking with a skip in his step to get some energon.
He downed the liquid as quickly as he could, not noticing the look he got from Ratchet. He spun round a couple of times on the spot before seeing the medic there.
“Hello Ratchet!” he grinned joyfully.
Ratchet gave a perplexed look to the Prime. “Someone woke up on the right side of the recharge berth then?”
Optimus giggled, edging closer to the medic.
Ratchet vented, trying to ignore the sparkling-like behavior.
Optimus suddenly pounced at Ratchet, easily pinning him to the ground from the sheer size difference. As Ratchet realized what just happened, he frowned, about to scold the leader, but before he could, Optimus jumped up and off of him and ran away.
Sitting up slowly, Ratchet grumbled to himself. As he stood up, something hit him in the back of the helm, causing a loud clang to reverberate through his processor. Turning irritably, he spotted what hit him: one of Optimus’ datapads.
Trying to ignore this, he slowly walked over to the computer, adding some new notes to the file about Optimus’ condition. After checking over the last entry, he frowned slightly.
Optimus was apparently more normal last night, even though other reports indicated he should have been as Ratchet left him, if not worse. He went out…what did he do while he was out?
Someone tapped him on the shoulder suddenly, pulling him from his thoughts. Turning round, he spotted no one present.
“Optimus?” he asked, finding no response.
Shaking his head slightly, he turned back and closed the file, still wondering what could have caused him to become so normal a few hours later. Again, something poked his shoulder plating.
Turning again, he found nothing.
Before he could try to work out what was going on, Optimus again jumped at him, forcing him to the floor for the second time of the day.
“OPTIMUS!” he yelled, attempting to escape from under the Prime.
Laughing gleefully, Optimus grinned widely. “You’re getting slow Ratchet!”
“Stop acting like a first framer and get off me!” Ratchet spoke grouchily, not in the mood for this sort of treatment.
Optimus gave him another playful look before slowly getting up, allowing the medic to escape. Ratchet pulled himself back up onto his stabilizing servos, seeing the leader grin again as Bumblebee called to ask for a ground bridge.
Opening one while still watching over Optimus, the scout soon joined the two. He saw how annoyed Ratchet looked and beeped concernedly at him.
Ratchet vented slowly, looking at Optimus. “Bumblebee…could you keep an eye on Optimus, he’s very…high-spirited today”
Nodding slowly, the scout slowly led Optimus away, confused by what Ratchet meant.
The Prime smirked as he was led into Bumblebee’s quarters, the scout taking a few bits from his subspace and placing them on one of the shelves.
A strange feeling ran through Optimus again, his spark once more spreading massive energies throughout him, causing him to become hot very quickly. Unable to get his bearings, he saw Bumblebee unaware of the situation, still sorting out his things.
Slowly, he edged forward, capturing the scout’s attention. Bumblebee turned and inspected him curiously, surprised when the Prime grabbed his hips suggestively.
Beeping a question, he suddenly felt the heat irradiating off of Optimus. The Prime didn’t answer, leaning down and placing a kiss on Bumblebee’s facemask, uncaring of the fact his mouth was covered so he couldn’t return the gesture. Bumblebee chirped softly, appreciate of the unnecessary affection.
“Bumblebee…” Optimus vented softly.
Bumblebee made a small whining noise in response, gazing up at the red and blue mech uncertainly. He knew what was going on, but he wasn’t sure as to where this was going.
A little nervously, the scout leant in and hugged Optimus, nuzzling his neck gently.
And then, as quick as it had started, Optimus’ spark calmed down and he began to cool off.
Blushing, Optimus broke the hug and left as quickly as he could. Bumblebee stood in confusion, soon venting a sigh and heading to add this to the file on Optimus’ behavior.
********
Optimus stood in his personal wash rack, the solvent slowly dripping down his frame. He stared at nothing in particular, as emotions clashed within him.
As another miniature heat cycle began to arise, he sighed to himself. Leaving the spray on, he reached down and opened his own panel, taking his plug and plugging it into his own socket to attempt to relieve his spark energies for a while.
He shuddered as his own powerful energies cycled, causing him to flop down onto his knees, his own heat causing steam to fill the wash rack.
Self-service was never something Optimus ever considered, and he was already a bit disgusted he automatically did so. Although he couldn’t control himself, he felt as if he should try and at least stay loyal to Knock Out while he could…he was the one Optimus wanted after all…
Thinking of Knock Out made his energies surge greedily, the want clear within himself. That perfect mech…
He overloaded suddenly, his processor screaming out Knock Out while he muted his vocalizer, not wanting the others to know of his own dirty deed.
His frame indeed did seem to begin cooling after this. Unplugging himself, he vented slowly as he forced himself back up onto his pedes. Finally turning off the spray, he got himself dry and quickly went back to his berth, flopping down onto it.
If only self-service was enough…he knew it probably would stop working, especially seeing as each miniature heat attack was getting worse and worse.
********
As Optimus onlined his optics, he was scared. He was not in his quarters any more.
Panicking as he shot up, he felt a hand rest itself on his shoulder armor immediately. Glancing round quickly, he spotted Arcee stood behind him, a sympathetic look in her blue and lavender optics.
“You okay?” she asked calmly.
He looked away, trying to format his thoughts properly. “What happened?” he asked, “I remember going to berth…and then onlining here”
Arcee vented softly, her optics never wavering away. “You fell into another mini-heat cycle” she paused for a moment, attempting to read Optimus’ expression. “You were out of it, unaware of what you were doing…”
“Did we…?” Optimus cut in; desperation clear in his features.
“No” Arcee smiled, “You came out of it before anything happened and ended up recharging on the medical bay’s berth”
He looked around, finally taking in the location properly. It was indeed the medical bay.
“What about the others?” he finally asked.
Arcee folded her arms. “They were certainly surprised”
He groaned a little before standing up, his joints hissing a little as they balanced him. “They’re coming more frequently now” he stated more to himself than Arcee.
“You could go at any moment then?” she asked, a small amount of humor gracing her voice.
“Yes, it will likely be within the next orbital cycle” he vented slowly, trying to remain calm.
As his spark fluttered a little, he offlined his optics and tried to force it back, unwilling to give into it.
“Ratchet wanted to check you again” Arcee stated as she began to leave, “I’ll go get him for you before I leave to pick up Jack”
Optimus went to object, but couldn’t because of his spark again. Almost in protest of him trying to stop it, the energies engulfed him, hitting him at full force and driving him into heat right there and then.
He whined slightly, his body quickly heating up to uncomfortable temperatures, his spark screaming at him to go and frag someone.
“Optimus?” Ratchet’s voice asked hesitantly. “Are you okay?”
Uncaring of who he got, Optimus turned and gave the medic a sultry smile before moving forward and pulling himself uncomfortably close to the red and white mech.
Before Ratchet could say against the action, Optimus kissed him, his EM field again seeking connection with the medic’s.
Ratchet looked at him, shock clearly in place. “You’ve fallen into heat” he stated dumbly, feeling Optimus nibble on his neck cables.
He let his EM field connect with the Prime’s, getting a sudden rush of desire and want from it, driving him into the casual interface more.
Leaning in, Ratchet kissed Optimus once more, letting his hands rest on the Prime’s hips. Optimus moaned lowly, letting the medic push him against the nearest wall.
Ratchet began slipping his digits into the space around Optimus’ pelvic armor, seeking out sensitive wires to stimulate.
Optimus mewled, his hips bucking forward and catching Ratchet’s. The heat coming off the Autobot leader was intense, almost as if he was a furnace.
The medic let out a stifled moan as Optimus bit down hard on his neck cables, very nearly drawing energon from one of his lines. His actions only relayed his desperation more.
With a small, vented sigh, Ratchet opened the Autobot leader’s interface panel, causing his engine to purr in delight. Ratchet smirked, revving his engine in response to stimulate the red and blue mech more. Opening his own panel, he plugged his interface cable into Optimus’ port. This caused a delicious whine to escape Optimus’ vocalizer again, making Ratchet smile as he plugged Optimus into him.
Sending a strong wave of energy at Optimus only caused the Prime to wriggle uncomfortably where he was pinned, moaning and stuttering ventilations quite prominently. When a wave was sent back, Ratchet gritted his denta and shuddered, growling a little before sending more waves at Optimus.
Ratchet hadn’t interfaced in vorns, certainly not after the war had started and he was forced to work overtime as a medic. It had never really bothered him, but right now, he wished he had cared more about it! He had forgotten how good it could make him feel, especially when he was in control.
Pulled from his thoughts from a sudden desperate kiss from the Prime, Ratchet shuttered his optics, feeling an even stronger wave hit him. The EM field of Optimus was almost unreadable now, coming through as a blur of pleasure and neediness.
He felt Optimus let out a muffled squeak as he was driven into overload, a sudden wave rushing through him and sending him also into overload. Washing over the pair suddenly, they both collapsed to the floor as their energies tried to even out from the sudden surge to their system.
As the effects began to wear off, Ratchet was vaguely aware of Optimus unplugging himself and standing up.
He turned over a little and looked at the Prime. Optimus glanced at him and gave a slightly cocky smirk before stumbling away to find his next prey. Ratchet vented slowly, as he felt himself drift into recharge.
Optimus would normally be worn out from something like that, but because of the heat cycle, he was driven to find another Cybertronian. He continued to stagger towards the nearest, heading into the yellow scout’s quarters.
Bumblebee was sat playing with something Raf had given him, and looked surprised when he saw Optimus in his doorway. He beeped a greeting but then seemed worried, placing the object down and nervously edging closer to the leader.
Optimus watched him near, a light smirk gracing his features. Before Bumblebee could comprehend the situation, Optimus pounced onto him and began nibbling on his neck wires.
Bumblebee chirred lightly, the heat from Optimus warming his own systems. Allowing Optimus to continue work on his neck cables, Bumblebee reached down and began dipping his small digits into the seams around Optimus’ legs, surprised when Optimus flipped them over so Bumblebee was now atop him.
Making a slightly confused noise, Bumblebee slowly continued, tracing up to his interface panel, feeling around all the gaps that were surrounding it. He beeped happily as he watched the Autobot leader squirm under his touch, having abandoned his neck to let sweet moans escape.
Still a little uncertain, Bumblebee traced around Optimus’ exposed port, realizing the interface panel had already been open, meaning Bumblebee wasn’t his first target. This calmed Bumblebee down a little, as he knew he was neither the mech’s priority nor lowest on the list…which may not necessarily be bad, but the scout had always looked up to Optimus, and was happy to know he was somewhere above others in his eyes.
Optimus keened as Bumblebee finally moved his digits to his own plug, extending it to the port he had been teasing. With a little bit of mirth flooding through him, Bumblebee plugged himself in, further teasing the Prime by not completing the connection with Optimus’ plug.
Wriggling more, Optimus’ vents hitched and he began moaning more, his EM field pelting the scout suddenly. As Bumblebee received the barrage of emotions in the field, he reluctantly plugged Optimus into himself, deliberately sending as strong a wave of energy as he could manage at the leader.
Optimus’ engine revved lightly, a small whine escaping his vocalizer as the heat only continued to discomfort him.
The yellow scout tilted his head down and nuzzled at Optimus’ faceplates affectionately. A stronger wave hit ‘Bee, one that was full of some of Optimus’ excess spark energy which caught the young Cybertronian by surprise, and quickly drove him into overload.
The scout collapsed atop Optimus and fell into recharge, not realizing that Optimus hadn’t overloaded. With a small whine, Optimus fiddled with their plugs until he managed to free himself and left Bumblebee recharging on the ground much like he had Ratchet.
He needed more. Bumblebee just hadn’t got him far enough. Maybe someone more powerful, like a certain wrecker who was currently training.
With a slight hiss to himself from the sheer heat that seared through him, Optimus forced himself onwards towards the back of the silo, heading to the small training area Bulkhead was currently in.
He took no heed of what Bulkhead was doing as he entered, he just kept moving. He didn’t care…all he wanted was to interface.
“Optimus?” Bulkhead sounded a little confused as he turned to face the leader, noticing the odd look in Optimus’ optics. “Um…what are you looking at me like that for?”
Optimus smirked slyly, moving closer to the large green mech. Still not speaking, he revved his engine as he approached, looking longingly at the larger mech.
Bulkhead seemed to have guessed what was wrong with Optimus, looking a bit more understanding. With a small vent to himself, he decided to make it as quick as he could, just like how he liked it.
Forcing Optimus to the ground clumsily, he found Optimus’ panel open and his plug was already partially extended. Knowing that Optimus probably cared little about the foreplay by this point, he plugged Optimus into himself then grabbed his plug and placed it in Optimus.
Optimus felt the warrior’s power surging into him, making him moan lightly; sending his own heated waves at Bulkhead. Bulkhead growled a little and sent an even stronger wave, probably one of the strongest Optimus had ever felt. Craving more, Optimus groaned louder, his hips bucking up into Bulkhead. Getting the message, Bulkhead sent him another stronger wave of energy, causing Optimus’ spark to send an intense one back.
On the edge of overload, Bulkhead sent the strongest he could at the Prime, grinning to himself as he watched the leader be driven into overload, sending a really intense wave back as his spark energies surged desperately. This caused Bulkhead to overload, unaware of much until he noticed the energy cycles between the two of them halted.
He groaned, seeing Optimus stalking away again. How Optimus could still be on his stabilizing servos even with what he was going through was beyond Bulkhead’s knowledge, and even if he himself didn’t need to recharge after overloading, he knew he had to at least let his systems calm down a bit more before attempting anything.
Stumbling again, Optimus reached the ground bridge controls. Ratchet and Bumblebee were still recharging, Bulkhead only just dealt with and Arcee out with Jack, Optimus only knew one other place he may find a Cybertronian.
He didn’t know of the time, he just hoped that Knock Out would be there…he was just so hot.
Activating the ground bridge, he slowly went through the green portal, trying to cycle cold air through his system. As he exited, he was amazed to find the object of his affections already there, looking a little annoyed.
“What kept you?” Knock Out moaned, “Sweet Rims or not…nobody leaves me waiting!”
Optimus continued forward, uncaring of his words, only happy that Knock Out was here for him. He extended his EM field, desperately seeking a connection.
Knock Out allowed it and was surprised at the amount of want swarming through him. After a quick once over, he realized Optimus must have fallen into his full heat cycle.
“I see…you were saving the best for last” the cherry red mech teased, closing the distance between the two of them.
As they met in the middle, Optimus fell to his knees and embraced Knock Out, desperately seeking any form of contact with the Decepticon. “Need you” he rumbled, “Want you”
Knock Out smiled warmly, loving the sincerity and affection the Prime was giving him. Leaning up, he captured Optimus’ mouth with his own, finding the Prime deepen it passionately, pulling Knock Out on top of him as he fell back onto the ground.
Engine purring, Knock Out continued the kiss as he let his talons dance around the Prime’s frame, but soon revved it as Optimus’ digits began playing with his wheel struts. He let out an aroused moan as the digits continued, leaning into Optimus’ touch as he finally broke away from the kiss.
He leant further up and nipped at Optimus’ helm fin, causing more delectable sounds to emanate from the Autobot.
Another stroke along his wheel struts and Knock Out felt his cooling fans kicking in, trying to fight the heat spreading through him. He moved back and smirked, opening his own interface panel. He was ready and Optimus clearly was.
Moving his talons down, he stole another kiss as he plugged in, sending energy into the Prime. After attaching Optimus’ plug, he felt the strongest surge of affection he’d ever received from another, warming his spark.
Knock Out gave him another passionate kiss, glossa tracing the lines of his mouth. Optimus slipped his own glossa out to meet Knock Out’s, soon wrapping together desperately.
As their energies cycled, Optimus felt something else happen. His chest plating gave a small hiss as it retracted, soon revealing his spark chamber.
Knock Out paused for a moment, tilting his helm back and glancing at his spark curiously. Optimus whined lowly, his spark shimmering in need. Knock Out inspected it delicately, brushing a single talon through its thick aura. Even without total contact, Knock Out could see how much pent up energy was left in it from the heat.
As he locked gazes with Optimus, he only saw utter want and need, the real Optimus buried too far below to question. He guessed it would be a surprise that his chest did that to the Prime too if he wasn’t in such a state.
Letting out a small chuckle, Knock Out allowed his own chest plates to disengage, soon revealing his own spark.
Optimus arched up, desperately trying to get closer. Smirking again, Knock Out sent a stronger wave of energy to Optimus before slowly lining himself up to avoid unnecessary damage to his paintjob or finish. The Prime seemed to sense this and stopped writhing, making Knock Out smile again…maybe he was still there deep down.
Taking a quick cycle of cool air through his vents, Knock Out gently pressed his spark chamber above Optimus’, finding their sparks calling to each other desperately.
He let out a hiss as more energy surged through him from Optimus, knowing the spark play was going to take more energy out of them than simple interfacing.
Knowing both of them were already close to overload he urged his spark forward, finding Optimus’ copy the action so they met between the two, quickly attaching and seemingly creating one spark.
The action caused so much to surge through the two mechs that they pretty much fell into overload upon contact. As the sensation began to fade, Knock Out was vaguely aware of the fact their sparks had separated and returned to their own chambers.
Before he could think of anything else, he fell into recharge atop the Prime.
********
Optimus groaned, wondering why he felt so underpowered. Everything was a blur and he had a few funny feelings he couldn’t identify. He went to move but could feel a weight on his chest, and as he glanced down he couldn’t help but smile.
Knock Out, recharging atop him.
He then noticed both their chest plates were open, and realized something else did feel different. Cautiously, he delved into one of the odd feelings, finding Knock Out stir as he explored it.
He sent a questioning pulse through the apparent bond and was surprised to receive one back.
Knock Out pulled himself up after a moment, also a little confused. “Wait…did you just contact me over a bond?” he asked seriously.
Optimus tried again, sending some affection this time. Knock Out looked shocked as this realization dawned upon him.
“I didn’t think we spark bonded! I tried to be careful about that!” he then realized something else. “And you’re not in heat anymore?”
Optimus shook his helm, sitting up and gently moving Knock Out onto his lap.
Knock Out cursed slightly, “Which means you’re probably sparked…and I’d guess I was the only one who used their spark during the interface”
Optimus leant down and embraced the red mech delicately. Knock Out returned it, trying to sift through his thoughts.
“I’m sorry this was brought upon you Knock Out” Optimus eventually spoke. “I will understand if you don’t wish to remain”
The Decepticon medic looked at Optimus with wide optics, shocked by his suggestion. “You think that I’m not dedicated?” He stroked Optimus’ faceplates, love clear through the bond, “If I hadn’t been serious about this from the start, I wouldn’t have come back after one session”
Optimus smiled warmly, sensing the honesty in his words. “So you’ll be accompanying me back to base?” he asked slowly.
“Well, as sire I’ll need to support you” the cherry red mech grinned, “Plus, I’d probably be executed for treason if any one of the Decepticons found out”
Closing their chest plates and interface panels, the two readied themselves for whatever barrage of protests they were about to receive.
Calling for a ground bridge, he wasn’t surprised to find a suspicious Arcee answer his call. She probably got back to find the others all in a right state, and with him not being present, she probably worried a lot. She reluctantly opened it not checking the energy signatures like Ratchet would.
“Keep close to me” he told Knock Out, “I fear if you stray too far, they won’t hesitate in scrapping you”
Knock Out huffed, “Fine, but they better not frag up my paint…I was so careful during our session”
Allowing himself a small chuckle, Optimus led the red mech into the portal, having to stop as he found them facing Arcee as they arrived back at base.
“You brought a ‘Con back with you?!” Arcee demanded, transforming her arm to a gun and pointing it towards Knock Out. Knock Out hid behind Optimus’ legs, much to Arcee’s annoyance. “Optimus, move so I can shoot him!” she snarled.
Optimus shook his helm, standing his ground. “And why would I move away from the one I believe to be the sire of my sparkling?”
Arcee looked shocked, “You actually…” she shuddered at the thought, “I knew you’d do some crazy things while in heat, but this…”
The Autobot leader vented slowly, “Arcee, I am sorry. Unfortunately there were already emotions towards Knock Out before this all happened, meaning he was the one my spark craved the most out of everyone”
“Fine…but if he makes one wrong move…” she warned as she moved out of the way and retracted her gun.
Knock Out noticed Optimus begin walking again so quickly followed.
“Where are the others Arcee?” Optimus asked calmly.
“Bumblebee is recharging, Bulkhead went to take Miko and Raf to school, and Ratchet’s in his lab” she shrugged as she moved back to the console.
The pair moved on from the femme, heading to the lab and finding the older mech checking over a formula.
“Ratchet” Optimus spoke out to gain the red and white mech’s attention.
Ratchet didn’t turn around. “Ah, Optimus” he smiled to himself, “Feeling better?”
Optimus glanced at Knock Out for a moment, sensing amusement from him through their new bond. “You could say that” Knock Out answered for him, making Ratchet jump round.
“What is HE doing here?” Ratchet demanded, frowning at the pair.
“Well…I think Knock Out may have sparked me” Optimus confessed, a little flustered again.
“HA! Both of you should know better…sparklings can’t be formed unless both the sparks are involved in the interface” Ratchet laughed at the thought.
Knock Out shuffled nervously, “Well…we might have accidentally spark bonded”
“WHAT?!” Ratchet yelled, anger flaring throughout him, “What the frag made you choose to do that?!”
Optimus stepped in again, “We got caught in the moment…the heat cycle caused me to open my chest plates and the EM field goaded Knock Out into doing it as well”
Ratchet looked unconvinced. “And you thought that wouldn’t cause you to bond or spark someone?” Ratchet demanded the other medic.
“I was kind of busy” Knock Out sighed harshly.
Ratchet goaded the pair forward, leading them over to where his more precise scanners were. “Well let’s see if you’re right then” Ratchet grouchily added as he began to set up. “Optimus, you’ll need to open your spark chamber”
Nodding in acknowledgment, Optimus did so, soon finding Ratchet scan him. Knock Out remained close by, holding his servo now to show his support.
It wasn’t long before Ratchet vented slowly to calm himself. “You were right…congratulations” he glared between the two, “Though, I don’t approve of you bonding like that behind everyone’s backs”
“Okay, so our sparks touched…I didn’t think that was going to bond us” Knock Out frowned.
Optimus smiled to him, “I’m sure you don’t mind anyway”
Knock Out sent an amused pulse back. “Sparkmates huh?” he eventually stated calmly, “I’m sure there must be some perks”
“Well you get me” Optimus stated calmly, letting a light tone of amusement grace his voice.
“That, Sweet Rims, is a deal I think I can happily take”
If you haven't read it, part one can be found here
Title: Heated Moments
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Characters: Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Knock Out, Bumblebee, Bulkhead and Arcee.
Prompt: Optimus going into Heat.
Rating: T
Warnings: Slash, PnP, Sparkplay, Heat, m-preg/sparked
Disclaimer: Transformers = Not mine.
System booting up slowly, his processor hazy as he slowly onlined his optics, Optimus sat up groggily.
Immediately he became aware of everything, excitement filled him. He was so happy he would get to see Knock Out tonight.
He giddily left his room, heading over to the main console and checking everything over half-heartedly. No sign of any Decepticons…of Knock Out.
Glancing around quickly, he went on the Decepticon medic’s file and added the Cybertronian symbol for love. Smirking playfully, he rapidly closed the file, turning round and walking with a skip in his step to get some energon.
He downed the liquid as quickly as he could, not noticing the look he got from Ratchet. He spun round a couple of times on the spot before seeing the medic there.
“Hello Ratchet!” he grinned joyfully.
Ratchet gave a perplexed look to the Prime. “Someone woke up on the right side of the recharge berth then?”
Optimus giggled, edging closer to the medic.
Ratchet vented, trying to ignore the sparkling-like behavior.
Optimus suddenly pounced at Ratchet, easily pinning him to the ground from the sheer size difference. As Ratchet realized what just happened, he frowned, about to scold the leader, but before he could, Optimus jumped up and off of him and ran away.
Sitting up slowly, Ratchet grumbled to himself. As he stood up, something hit him in the back of the helm, causing a loud clang to reverberate through his processor. Turning irritably, he spotted what hit him: one of Optimus’ datapads.
Trying to ignore this, he slowly walked over to the computer, adding some new notes to the file about Optimus’ condition. After checking over the last entry, he frowned slightly.
Optimus was apparently more normal last night, even though other reports indicated he should have been as Ratchet left him, if not worse. He went out…what did he do while he was out?
Someone tapped him on the shoulder suddenly, pulling him from his thoughts. Turning round, he spotted no one present.
“Optimus?” he asked, finding no response.
Shaking his head slightly, he turned back and closed the file, still wondering what could have caused him to become so normal a few hours later. Again, something poked his shoulder plating.
Turning again, he found nothing.
Before he could try to work out what was going on, Optimus again jumped at him, forcing him to the floor for the second time of the day.
“OPTIMUS!” he yelled, attempting to escape from under the Prime.
Laughing gleefully, Optimus grinned widely. “You’re getting slow Ratchet!”
“Stop acting like a first framer and get off me!” Ratchet spoke grouchily, not in the mood for this sort of treatment.
Optimus gave him another playful look before slowly getting up, allowing the medic to escape. Ratchet pulled himself back up onto his stabilizing servos, seeing the leader grin again as Bumblebee called to ask for a ground bridge.
Opening one while still watching over Optimus, the scout soon joined the two. He saw how annoyed Ratchet looked and beeped concernedly at him.
Ratchet vented slowly, looking at Optimus. “Bumblebee…could you keep an eye on Optimus, he’s very…high-spirited today”
Nodding slowly, the scout slowly led Optimus away, confused by what Ratchet meant.
The Prime smirked as he was led into Bumblebee’s quarters, the scout taking a few bits from his subspace and placing them on one of the shelves.
A strange feeling ran through Optimus again, his spark once more spreading massive energies throughout him, causing him to become hot very quickly. Unable to get his bearings, he saw Bumblebee unaware of the situation, still sorting out his things.
Slowly, he edged forward, capturing the scout’s attention. Bumblebee turned and inspected him curiously, surprised when the Prime grabbed his hips suggestively.
Beeping a question, he suddenly felt the heat irradiating off of Optimus. The Prime didn’t answer, leaning down and placing a kiss on Bumblebee’s facemask, uncaring of the fact his mouth was covered so he couldn’t return the gesture. Bumblebee chirped softly, appreciate of the unnecessary affection.
“Bumblebee…” Optimus vented softly.
Bumblebee made a small whining noise in response, gazing up at the red and blue mech uncertainly. He knew what was going on, but he wasn’t sure as to where this was going.
A little nervously, the scout leant in and hugged Optimus, nuzzling his neck gently.
And then, as quick as it had started, Optimus’ spark calmed down and he began to cool off.
Blushing, Optimus broke the hug and left as quickly as he could. Bumblebee stood in confusion, soon venting a sigh and heading to add this to the file on Optimus’ behavior.
********
Optimus stood in his personal wash rack, the solvent slowly dripping down his frame. He stared at nothing in particular, as emotions clashed within him.
As another miniature heat cycle began to arise, he sighed to himself. Leaving the spray on, he reached down and opened his own panel, taking his plug and plugging it into his own socket to attempt to relieve his spark energies for a while.
He shuddered as his own powerful energies cycled, causing him to flop down onto his knees, his own heat causing steam to fill the wash rack.
Self-service was never something Optimus ever considered, and he was already a bit disgusted he automatically did so. Although he couldn’t control himself, he felt as if he should try and at least stay loyal to Knock Out while he could…he was the one Optimus wanted after all…
Thinking of Knock Out made his energies surge greedily, the want clear within himself. That perfect mech…
He overloaded suddenly, his processor screaming out Knock Out while he muted his vocalizer, not wanting the others to know of his own dirty deed.
His frame indeed did seem to begin cooling after this. Unplugging himself, he vented slowly as he forced himself back up onto his pedes. Finally turning off the spray, he got himself dry and quickly went back to his berth, flopping down onto it.
If only self-service was enough…he knew it probably would stop working, especially seeing as each miniature heat attack was getting worse and worse.
********
As Optimus onlined his optics, he was scared. He was not in his quarters any more.
Panicking as he shot up, he felt a hand rest itself on his shoulder armor immediately. Glancing round quickly, he spotted Arcee stood behind him, a sympathetic look in her blue and lavender optics.
“You okay?” she asked calmly.
He looked away, trying to format his thoughts properly. “What happened?” he asked, “I remember going to berth…and then onlining here”
Arcee vented softly, her optics never wavering away. “You fell into another mini-heat cycle” she paused for a moment, attempting to read Optimus’ expression. “You were out of it, unaware of what you were doing…”
“Did we…?” Optimus cut in; desperation clear in his features.
“No” Arcee smiled, “You came out of it before anything happened and ended up recharging on the medical bay’s berth”
He looked around, finally taking in the location properly. It was indeed the medical bay.
“What about the others?” he finally asked.
Arcee folded her arms. “They were certainly surprised”
He groaned a little before standing up, his joints hissing a little as they balanced him. “They’re coming more frequently now” he stated more to himself than Arcee.
“You could go at any moment then?” she asked, a small amount of humor gracing her voice.
“Yes, it will likely be within the next orbital cycle” he vented slowly, trying to remain calm.
As his spark fluttered a little, he offlined his optics and tried to force it back, unwilling to give into it.
“Ratchet wanted to check you again” Arcee stated as she began to leave, “I’ll go get him for you before I leave to pick up Jack”
Optimus went to object, but couldn’t because of his spark again. Almost in protest of him trying to stop it, the energies engulfed him, hitting him at full force and driving him into heat right there and then.
He whined slightly, his body quickly heating up to uncomfortable temperatures, his spark screaming at him to go and frag someone.
“Optimus?” Ratchet’s voice asked hesitantly. “Are you okay?”
Uncaring of who he got, Optimus turned and gave the medic a sultry smile before moving forward and pulling himself uncomfortably close to the red and white mech.
Before Ratchet could say against the action, Optimus kissed him, his EM field again seeking connection with the medic’s.
Ratchet looked at him, shock clearly in place. “You’ve fallen into heat” he stated dumbly, feeling Optimus nibble on his neck cables.
He let his EM field connect with the Prime’s, getting a sudden rush of desire and want from it, driving him into the casual interface more.
Leaning in, Ratchet kissed Optimus once more, letting his hands rest on the Prime’s hips. Optimus moaned lowly, letting the medic push him against the nearest wall.
Ratchet began slipping his digits into the space around Optimus’ pelvic armor, seeking out sensitive wires to stimulate.
Optimus mewled, his hips bucking forward and catching Ratchet’s. The heat coming off the Autobot leader was intense, almost as if he was a furnace.
The medic let out a stifled moan as Optimus bit down hard on his neck cables, very nearly drawing energon from one of his lines. His actions only relayed his desperation more.
With a small, vented sigh, Ratchet opened the Autobot leader’s interface panel, causing his engine to purr in delight. Ratchet smirked, revving his engine in response to stimulate the red and blue mech more. Opening his own panel, he plugged his interface cable into Optimus’ port. This caused a delicious whine to escape Optimus’ vocalizer again, making Ratchet smile as he plugged Optimus into him.
Sending a strong wave of energy at Optimus only caused the Prime to wriggle uncomfortably where he was pinned, moaning and stuttering ventilations quite prominently. When a wave was sent back, Ratchet gritted his denta and shuddered, growling a little before sending more waves at Optimus.
Ratchet hadn’t interfaced in vorns, certainly not after the war had started and he was forced to work overtime as a medic. It had never really bothered him, but right now, he wished he had cared more about it! He had forgotten how good it could make him feel, especially when he was in control.
Pulled from his thoughts from a sudden desperate kiss from the Prime, Ratchet shuttered his optics, feeling an even stronger wave hit him. The EM field of Optimus was almost unreadable now, coming through as a blur of pleasure and neediness.
He felt Optimus let out a muffled squeak as he was driven into overload, a sudden wave rushing through him and sending him also into overload. Washing over the pair suddenly, they both collapsed to the floor as their energies tried to even out from the sudden surge to their system.
As the effects began to wear off, Ratchet was vaguely aware of Optimus unplugging himself and standing up.
He turned over a little and looked at the Prime. Optimus glanced at him and gave a slightly cocky smirk before stumbling away to find his next prey. Ratchet vented slowly, as he felt himself drift into recharge.
Optimus would normally be worn out from something like that, but because of the heat cycle, he was driven to find another Cybertronian. He continued to stagger towards the nearest, heading into the yellow scout’s quarters.
Bumblebee was sat playing with something Raf had given him, and looked surprised when he saw Optimus in his doorway. He beeped a greeting but then seemed worried, placing the object down and nervously edging closer to the leader.
Optimus watched him near, a light smirk gracing his features. Before Bumblebee could comprehend the situation, Optimus pounced onto him and began nibbling on his neck wires.
Bumblebee chirred lightly, the heat from Optimus warming his own systems. Allowing Optimus to continue work on his neck cables, Bumblebee reached down and began dipping his small digits into the seams around Optimus’ legs, surprised when Optimus flipped them over so Bumblebee was now atop him.
Making a slightly confused noise, Bumblebee slowly continued, tracing up to his interface panel, feeling around all the gaps that were surrounding it. He beeped happily as he watched the Autobot leader squirm under his touch, having abandoned his neck to let sweet moans escape.
Still a little uncertain, Bumblebee traced around Optimus’ exposed port, realizing the interface panel had already been open, meaning Bumblebee wasn’t his first target. This calmed Bumblebee down a little, as he knew he was neither the mech’s priority nor lowest on the list…which may not necessarily be bad, but the scout had always looked up to Optimus, and was happy to know he was somewhere above others in his eyes.
Optimus keened as Bumblebee finally moved his digits to his own plug, extending it to the port he had been teasing. With a little bit of mirth flooding through him, Bumblebee plugged himself in, further teasing the Prime by not completing the connection with Optimus’ plug.
Wriggling more, Optimus’ vents hitched and he began moaning more, his EM field pelting the scout suddenly. As Bumblebee received the barrage of emotions in the field, he reluctantly plugged Optimus into himself, deliberately sending as strong a wave of energy as he could manage at the leader.
Optimus’ engine revved lightly, a small whine escaping his vocalizer as the heat only continued to discomfort him.
The yellow scout tilted his head down and nuzzled at Optimus’ faceplates affectionately. A stronger wave hit ‘Bee, one that was full of some of Optimus’ excess spark energy which caught the young Cybertronian by surprise, and quickly drove him into overload.
The scout collapsed atop Optimus and fell into recharge, not realizing that Optimus hadn’t overloaded. With a small whine, Optimus fiddled with their plugs until he managed to free himself and left Bumblebee recharging on the ground much like he had Ratchet.
He needed more. Bumblebee just hadn’t got him far enough. Maybe someone more powerful, like a certain wrecker who was currently training.
With a slight hiss to himself from the sheer heat that seared through him, Optimus forced himself onwards towards the back of the silo, heading to the small training area Bulkhead was currently in.
He took no heed of what Bulkhead was doing as he entered, he just kept moving. He didn’t care…all he wanted was to interface.
“Optimus?” Bulkhead sounded a little confused as he turned to face the leader, noticing the odd look in Optimus’ optics. “Um…what are you looking at me like that for?”
Optimus smirked slyly, moving closer to the large green mech. Still not speaking, he revved his engine as he approached, looking longingly at the larger mech.
Bulkhead seemed to have guessed what was wrong with Optimus, looking a bit more understanding. With a small vent to himself, he decided to make it as quick as he could, just like how he liked it.
Forcing Optimus to the ground clumsily, he found Optimus’ panel open and his plug was already partially extended. Knowing that Optimus probably cared little about the foreplay by this point, he plugged Optimus into himself then grabbed his plug and placed it in Optimus.
Optimus felt the warrior’s power surging into him, making him moan lightly; sending his own heated waves at Bulkhead. Bulkhead growled a little and sent an even stronger wave, probably one of the strongest Optimus had ever felt. Craving more, Optimus groaned louder, his hips bucking up into Bulkhead. Getting the message, Bulkhead sent him another stronger wave of energy, causing Optimus’ spark to send an intense one back.
On the edge of overload, Bulkhead sent the strongest he could at the Prime, grinning to himself as he watched the leader be driven into overload, sending a really intense wave back as his spark energies surged desperately. This caused Bulkhead to overload, unaware of much until he noticed the energy cycles between the two of them halted.
He groaned, seeing Optimus stalking away again. How Optimus could still be on his stabilizing servos even with what he was going through was beyond Bulkhead’s knowledge, and even if he himself didn’t need to recharge after overloading, he knew he had to at least let his systems calm down a bit more before attempting anything.
Stumbling again, Optimus reached the ground bridge controls. Ratchet and Bumblebee were still recharging, Bulkhead only just dealt with and Arcee out with Jack, Optimus only knew one other place he may find a Cybertronian.
He didn’t know of the time, he just hoped that Knock Out would be there…he was just so hot.
Activating the ground bridge, he slowly went through the green portal, trying to cycle cold air through his system. As he exited, he was amazed to find the object of his affections already there, looking a little annoyed.
“What kept you?” Knock Out moaned, “Sweet Rims or not…nobody leaves me waiting!”
Optimus continued forward, uncaring of his words, only happy that Knock Out was here for him. He extended his EM field, desperately seeking a connection.
Knock Out allowed it and was surprised at the amount of want swarming through him. After a quick once over, he realized Optimus must have fallen into his full heat cycle.
“I see…you were saving the best for last” the cherry red mech teased, closing the distance between the two of them.
As they met in the middle, Optimus fell to his knees and embraced Knock Out, desperately seeking any form of contact with the Decepticon. “Need you” he rumbled, “Want you”
Knock Out smiled warmly, loving the sincerity and affection the Prime was giving him. Leaning up, he captured Optimus’ mouth with his own, finding the Prime deepen it passionately, pulling Knock Out on top of him as he fell back onto the ground.
Engine purring, Knock Out continued the kiss as he let his talons dance around the Prime’s frame, but soon revved it as Optimus’ digits began playing with his wheel struts. He let out an aroused moan as the digits continued, leaning into Optimus’ touch as he finally broke away from the kiss.
He leant further up and nipped at Optimus’ helm fin, causing more delectable sounds to emanate from the Autobot.
Another stroke along his wheel struts and Knock Out felt his cooling fans kicking in, trying to fight the heat spreading through him. He moved back and smirked, opening his own interface panel. He was ready and Optimus clearly was.
Moving his talons down, he stole another kiss as he plugged in, sending energy into the Prime. After attaching Optimus’ plug, he felt the strongest surge of affection he’d ever received from another, warming his spark.
Knock Out gave him another passionate kiss, glossa tracing the lines of his mouth. Optimus slipped his own glossa out to meet Knock Out’s, soon wrapping together desperately.
As their energies cycled, Optimus felt something else happen. His chest plating gave a small hiss as it retracted, soon revealing his spark chamber.
Knock Out paused for a moment, tilting his helm back and glancing at his spark curiously. Optimus whined lowly, his spark shimmering in need. Knock Out inspected it delicately, brushing a single talon through its thick aura. Even without total contact, Knock Out could see how much pent up energy was left in it from the heat.
As he locked gazes with Optimus, he only saw utter want and need, the real Optimus buried too far below to question. He guessed it would be a surprise that his chest did that to the Prime too if he wasn’t in such a state.
Letting out a small chuckle, Knock Out allowed his own chest plates to disengage, soon revealing his own spark.
Optimus arched up, desperately trying to get closer. Smirking again, Knock Out sent a stronger wave of energy to Optimus before slowly lining himself up to avoid unnecessary damage to his paintjob or finish. The Prime seemed to sense this and stopped writhing, making Knock Out smile again…maybe he was still there deep down.
Taking a quick cycle of cool air through his vents, Knock Out gently pressed his spark chamber above Optimus’, finding their sparks calling to each other desperately.
He let out a hiss as more energy surged through him from Optimus, knowing the spark play was going to take more energy out of them than simple interfacing.
Knowing both of them were already close to overload he urged his spark forward, finding Optimus’ copy the action so they met between the two, quickly attaching and seemingly creating one spark.
The action caused so much to surge through the two mechs that they pretty much fell into overload upon contact. As the sensation began to fade, Knock Out was vaguely aware of the fact their sparks had separated and returned to their own chambers.
Before he could think of anything else, he fell into recharge atop the Prime.
********
Optimus groaned, wondering why he felt so underpowered. Everything was a blur and he had a few funny feelings he couldn’t identify. He went to move but could feel a weight on his chest, and as he glanced down he couldn’t help but smile.
Knock Out, recharging atop him.
He then noticed both their chest plates were open, and realized something else did feel different. Cautiously, he delved into one of the odd feelings, finding Knock Out stir as he explored it.
He sent a questioning pulse through the apparent bond and was surprised to receive one back.
Knock Out pulled himself up after a moment, also a little confused. “Wait…did you just contact me over a bond?” he asked seriously.
Optimus tried again, sending some affection this time. Knock Out looked shocked as this realization dawned upon him.
“I didn’t think we spark bonded! I tried to be careful about that!” he then realized something else. “And you’re not in heat anymore?”
Optimus shook his helm, sitting up and gently moving Knock Out onto his lap.
Knock Out cursed slightly, “Which means you’re probably sparked…and I’d guess I was the only one who used their spark during the interface”
Optimus leant down and embraced the red mech delicately. Knock Out returned it, trying to sift through his thoughts.
“I’m sorry this was brought upon you Knock Out” Optimus eventually spoke. “I will understand if you don’t wish to remain”
The Decepticon medic looked at Optimus with wide optics, shocked by his suggestion. “You think that I’m not dedicated?” He stroked Optimus’ faceplates, love clear through the bond, “If I hadn’t been serious about this from the start, I wouldn’t have come back after one session”
Optimus smiled warmly, sensing the honesty in his words. “So you’ll be accompanying me back to base?” he asked slowly.
“Well, as sire I’ll need to support you” the cherry red mech grinned, “Plus, I’d probably be executed for treason if any one of the Decepticons found out”
Closing their chest plates and interface panels, the two readied themselves for whatever barrage of protests they were about to receive.
Calling for a ground bridge, he wasn’t surprised to find a suspicious Arcee answer his call. She probably got back to find the others all in a right state, and with him not being present, she probably worried a lot. She reluctantly opened it not checking the energy signatures like Ratchet would.
“Keep close to me” he told Knock Out, “I fear if you stray too far, they won’t hesitate in scrapping you”
Knock Out huffed, “Fine, but they better not frag up my paint…I was so careful during our session”
Allowing himself a small chuckle, Optimus led the red mech into the portal, having to stop as he found them facing Arcee as they arrived back at base.
“You brought a ‘Con back with you?!” Arcee demanded, transforming her arm to a gun and pointing it towards Knock Out. Knock Out hid behind Optimus’ legs, much to Arcee’s annoyance. “Optimus, move so I can shoot him!” she snarled.
Optimus shook his helm, standing his ground. “And why would I move away from the one I believe to be the sire of my sparkling?”
Arcee looked shocked, “You actually…” she shuddered at the thought, “I knew you’d do some crazy things while in heat, but this…”
The Autobot leader vented slowly, “Arcee, I am sorry. Unfortunately there were already emotions towards Knock Out before this all happened, meaning he was the one my spark craved the most out of everyone”
“Fine…but if he makes one wrong move…” she warned as she moved out of the way and retracted her gun.
Knock Out noticed Optimus begin walking again so quickly followed.
“Where are the others Arcee?” Optimus asked calmly.
“Bumblebee is recharging, Bulkhead went to take Miko and Raf to school, and Ratchet’s in his lab” she shrugged as she moved back to the console.
The pair moved on from the femme, heading to the lab and finding the older mech checking over a formula.
“Ratchet” Optimus spoke out to gain the red and white mech’s attention.
Ratchet didn’t turn around. “Ah, Optimus” he smiled to himself, “Feeling better?”
Optimus glanced at Knock Out for a moment, sensing amusement from him through their new bond. “You could say that” Knock Out answered for him, making Ratchet jump round.
“What is HE doing here?” Ratchet demanded, frowning at the pair.
“Well…I think Knock Out may have sparked me” Optimus confessed, a little flustered again.
“HA! Both of you should know better…sparklings can’t be formed unless both the sparks are involved in the interface” Ratchet laughed at the thought.
Knock Out shuffled nervously, “Well…we might have accidentally spark bonded”
“WHAT?!” Ratchet yelled, anger flaring throughout him, “What the frag made you choose to do that?!”
Optimus stepped in again, “We got caught in the moment…the heat cycle caused me to open my chest plates and the EM field goaded Knock Out into doing it as well”
Ratchet looked unconvinced. “And you thought that wouldn’t cause you to bond or spark someone?” Ratchet demanded the other medic.
“I was kind of busy” Knock Out sighed harshly.
Ratchet goaded the pair forward, leading them over to where his more precise scanners were. “Well let’s see if you’re right then” Ratchet grouchily added as he began to set up. “Optimus, you’ll need to open your spark chamber”
Nodding in acknowledgment, Optimus did so, soon finding Ratchet scan him. Knock Out remained close by, holding his servo now to show his support.
It wasn’t long before Ratchet vented slowly to calm himself. “You were right…congratulations” he glared between the two, “Though, I don’t approve of you bonding like that behind everyone’s backs”
“Okay, so our sparks touched…I didn’t think that was going to bond us” Knock Out frowned.
Optimus smiled to him, “I’m sure you don’t mind anyway”
Knock Out sent an amused pulse back. “Sparkmates huh?” he eventually stated calmly, “I’m sure there must be some perks”
“Well you get me” Optimus stated calmly, letting a light tone of amusement grace his voice.
“That, Sweet Rims, is a deal I think I can happily take”