Heated Moments Part 1
This piece is one that was for the kink meme and kind of spiralled out of control until it ended up over the journal limit! XP
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.
A strange feeling invaded the Autobot leader as he came out of recharge. It was his spark…it was hammering in his spark chamber, as if desperately seeking an escape route.
The Prime cycled some air through his vents, trying to calm his systems. Slowly, he sat up and sighed to himself. This was the third time his spark had done this recently, not only that though. His system had also been doing weird things, such as forcing the infrared sensors in his optics to remain on, and locking his mouthplate so he couldn’t use it for a whole earth day…
He knew he needed to see Ratchet about it. The only reason he hadn’t was he was worried it was all in his head, but mainly it was because he didn’t want to waste Ratchet’s time.
He finally stood, a slight dizzying wave running through his form. He offlined his optics for a moment until he was certain he was stable, and soon he left to find the Autobot medic.
Ratchet was at his usual console, grouching as he continued work on the synthetic energon.
“Ratchet, I require your medical expertise” Optimus stated calmly.
The red and white mech turned, a slight frown marring his facial plates. “Why? What’s wrong?”
Optimus explained his concerns slowly, only finding the frown on the medic’s face plates deepen with his words.
“I’d like to scan you just to be certain” Ratchet led the leader through to the medical bay, getting him to lay on the medical berth and then got out the handheld scanner and ran it over Optimus.
The medic then moved away, muttering unintelligibly to himself as he moved over to his console.
“Ratchet?” Optimus asked awkwardly, as he sat up and looked over to the red and white mech, breaking the silence.
Ratchet sighed in aggravation. “I feared one of us could have this happen” Optimus merely stared at him in confusion. Ratchet turned slowly to face the Autobot leader. “Optimus, your system is preparing your body so it can go into heat”
Optimus stared at the medic for a moment. “What is to come of this old friend?”
“Your programming has rebooted an ancient package all Cybertronians contain. This package prepares them to become the carrier for a sparkling by increasing spark energies, which affects their emotions greatly, to the point they are overly fertile. Unfortunately, this means they interface with anyone they can normally until they spark, but on occasion until the heat cycle ends” Ratchet explained, a grim look evident.
Optimus faltered for a moment. “You…you’re saying that all my symptoms are the early signs of heat?”
Ratchet nodded once, his mouth tightened into a thin line. “I’m sorry Optimus…I can’t stop it”
“Understood” Optimus sighed, “I believe it would be appropriate to inform the others of what exactly is to come of this”
********
Optimus sat in his room lazily, looking over a data-pad. Ratchet had informed the others that over the next week or so the leader was going to get more and more emotional until he went into heat.
He had to admit, the team took it pretty well. He had expected them to all be disgusted and try to avoid him. They weren’t always present due to their guardianship duties, and when they were, they weren’t acting any different around him.
He vented air slowly, feeling his spark hammer painfully in his chamber. As the pain slowly left, he began pondering.
Why did this happen to him? Why not one of the others? Was Primus really so against the Autobot leader that he decided to screw with him?
Quickly shaking his head, he tried to get rid of such petty thoughts. He was getting worked up over something uncontrollable.
Deciding he could do with some energon, he placed the data-pad down and headed to the main room where Ratchet was still working.
As he passed the medic, he heard him tut slightly. Choosing to ignore this, he retrieved a cube of energon for himself and began sipping at it slowly. It was then he sensed that Ratchet was watching him. Turning slowly, he caught Ratchet glancing away swiftly.
Optimus chose to remain where he was, silently drinking his energon. Upon seeing Ratchet constantly keep glancing at him, he frowned.
“Is there a problem Ratchet?”
The medic vented loudly, clearly irritated by something “No. I’m just working out something”
Optimus felt anger begin to seep into his systems. He was working out something? What did Optimus have to do with it? The medic kept checking on him as if he was a sparkling, not the fragging Autobot leader!
“So I am that much of a problem?” the Prime demanded, heavily placing the rest of his energon down on a workbench.
“What?” Ratchet looked confused, now facing the leader to see what he was asking.
Optimus glared at him, “You heard me! You clearly think I’m unsafe on my own!” He took a threatening step closer, pointing at the medic angrily. “YOU SLAGGING THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME, ALL BECAUSE OF WHAT I’M GOING THROUGH!”
Ratchet raised his hands in surrender, looking somewhat scared by his leader’s reaction. “No. Optimus, look, I wasn’t considering anything like that”
And then Optimus lowered his hand, shuttering his optics confusedly, quickly returning to his normal self. “Sorry Ratchet, I wasn’t quite myself…”
“I saw” Ratchet turned away, “Don’t worry about it too much, you’ll be experiencing much more intense emotions soon”
Optimus felt somewhat embarrassed, feeling his system heat up slightly as he realized how stupid his outburst was. “Isn’t there anything you can do to help me with this?” Optimus pretty much begged, still trying to keep his composure.
“No, it’s your spark energies affecting your emotions. I can’t stop your spark” he pointed out.
Optimus closed his optics, “I think I need some air…I’m going for a drive”
Ratchet nodded, opening the ground bridge quickly for him. “Just comm. me when you want to return”
“I know!” Optimus growled, realizing he was losing control again and quickly running through the portal.
He came out into a chasm in the outskirts of Jasper. He transformed and drove steadily down it, trying to not think about anything of what happened between him and Ratchet.
He drove in silence, not really paying attention to his surroundings, finding himself surprised when a cherry red Aston Martin appeared at his side, revving it’s engine suggestively before speeding on ahead.
Optimus watched it pull away, frowning internally. Sudden determination overtook him, and in a rush, he decided to give chase. Revving his own engine loudly, he sped towards the sports car, quickly catching up.
A small chuckle came from the red car, but nothing was said. Instead, it increased it’s speed again, impressed when the big rig kept pace.
Optimus growled to himself, trying to force himself faster. He wanted to win! The pair sped round a corner, quickly screeching to a halt as they found a dead end.
Transforming, Optimus cursed to himself, soon seeing the red car transform too.
Knock Out smirked as he inspected the Prime. “I never pegged you for a boy racer” Upon receiving no answer, Knock Out’s grin widened. “What’s wrong Sweet Rims?”
Optimus frowned at the Decepticon before him. “I’m not in a good mood, okay?”
“HA! Puh-lease” Knock Out inspected his talons.
Optimus glared at him for a moment, soon coming to his senses and again feeling embarrassed. He looked the Decepticon medic up and down, finding he looked nice. He was almost sparkling in the mid-afternoon sun, and the way he was stood, he was…appealing.
Wait…did he really just think that? SLAG!
The Autobot leader went to look away, but instead caught Knock Out’s optics, neither daring to look away.
“Oh, I see” Knock Out jeered. “You wanted to get closer to me…don’t blame you”
“No” Optimus tried to remain calm. “I wanted a drive to get away from things”
Knock Out inspected him, a hint of curiosity evident in his ruby optics. “Wait…” his grin slipped away, but only for a moment, before returning bigger than before. “Oh this is rich, this is rich…” He laughed for a moment, “You’re going into heat”
“HEY!” Optimus growled lowly, “I did not give you permission to scan me”
“You don’t mind that much Sweet Rims” the cherry red medic waved away his concern. “Emotional highways and all over the smallest of things” He strut closer to the Prime, inspecting him evenly.
“Is there anything I can do?” Optimus blurted out, suddenly desperate for this whole situation to end. He was a little embarrassed about his small outburst, but perhaps the Decepticon medic would know something Ratchet didn’t.
“Hmmm…” Knock Out pondered, a mocking smile still present. “Let me see…oh, I remember!” He indicated for Optimus to move in, “Come here…closer” he gestured for the Prime to move closer.
Optimus bent down, a little bit out of his comfort zone as he looked at the red mech’s faceplates. “Okay…what can I do?”
Before Optimus could react, Knock Out leant up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. It only lasted for a moment, and when Knock Out pulled away, he smiled deviously again.
“Just run with it…I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun”
Optimus remained where he was left, shocked by the Decepticon’s actions. He…just kissed him…Knock Out just kissed him. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, he felt so right about it.
He hated this. Normally, he would have never raced with a Decepticon…and he certainly wouldn’t have ever got into a situation where one kissed him.
Amazingly though, Knock Out had sorted him out. He felt normal again for the moment.
Glancing round quickly, he saw the medic sauntering away.
“Um…thanks” Optimus mumbled.
Knock Out only just about heard him. “No. Thank you” he waved back without looking at the Prime. “Don’t forget to pay me a visit when you’re ready”
The statement alone blew Optimus’ processor. He hoped the intentions of the red mech weren’t as dirty as they made him feel from the words alone.
He called Ratchet and quickly asked for a ground bridge, feeling flustered about it all.
He was being over emotional…he could tell. Knock Out…kissed him! Slag…Knock Out kissed him. It felt good…
Oh Primus…why was he so happy about this?
As the ground bridge appeared, he all but ran into it, trying to leave his thoughts behind. He didn’t want to think about Knock Out right now…he wanted to forget everything. The more he thought about the cherry red medic, the more he swore he was in love. He knew it was just the heat thing talking, but still…he wanted his life normal again!
Ratchet stared at him as he stumbled out of the portal, clearly confused by how flustered his leader was.
“NOTHING HAPPENED!” he yelled before rushing to his quarters and key-code locking himself in.
Ratchet merely sighed, rolling his optics before returning to his work.
********
After a while, the leader re-emerged from his room, a lot calmer than before.
He remained silent as he went over to a console and began checking around for Decepticon activity or any Cybertronian signatures that may be around.
His optics skimmed the information promptly, finding everything calm thankfully. The Decepticons had been somewhat quiet recently, and it was completely random if any new energy signatures were to appear.
“How you feeling Optimus?” someone asked him from behind.
He recognized the voice; it was Bulkhead. He had probably returned from dropping Miko off at home. “The same as usual my friend”
Bulkhead smiled; glad to hear their leader was taking the heat thing well, and seemed as stoic as ever.
Bumblebee also approached, beeping and whirring happily. Optimus looked to the scout, a blank expression.
“Why? What did Ratchet say?”
After some more clicking and beeping, Bumblebee expressed his worries to the Prime, his optics somewhat sympathetic and sorrowful.
“No, while it is true I was not fully in control earlier, nothing happened while I was away from base” Optimus carefully explained, “I merely over-reacted upon my return”
This prompted Ratchet to enter the conversation, clearly unbelieving of the Prime’s words. “So you’re saying you ran away embarrassed because nothing happened to you while you were out?”
Optimus nodded silently, still refusing to let any emotions show.
“So when that Decepticon signature appeared with you, you didn’t notice?” Ratchet pressed.
With a sigh Optimus answered. “That was only Knock Out wanting a race, the whole thing was uneventful”
Ratchet looked skeptical but didn’t ask anything else. Not that he had the chance as Arcee called for a ground bridge.
Bulkhead grinned slightly, “I thought you didn’t approve of racing?”
“I don’t. I said he wanted a race, I didn’t in fact give him one” Optimus stated.
Bumblebee buzzed happily, his eyes showing his the true joy he had.
Optimus smiled lightly at the scout, “Yes Bumblebee, I am glad this isn’t affecting me too badly”
The ground bridge sprung to life at that moment and a blue motorcycle charged in, quickly transforming into the elegant form of Arcee.
“Thanks Ratchet” she smiled as she moved past him, heading towards the other three by the console. “Hey Boss-bot, everything okay?”
“WHY…” he caught himself about to yell at the femme for no reason and quickly changed his response. “…Wouldn’t it be?”
She frowned slightly, “Not exactly the answer I was expecting”. The blue femme folded her arms, smiling gently “You sure this heat thing isn’t getting to you?”
He looked away quickly, “I am sure” he said with forced neutrality.
“You can talk to us you know” she placed her hand on his arm gently, trying to show her support to him. “We’ll listen and we won’t judge”
“Thank you for the offer Arcee, but as I said, I am fine” he lied, managing a calmer tone this time round.
She vented lowly for a moment before retracting her hand, “Just remember we’ll always be there”
He glanced round to see the three of them walking off, sighing in relief.
He’d done it.
He had kept his emotions in control while he spoke to them. They believed he was okay!
The only question that currently nagged his processor: How long would it last?
********
It was the middle of their recharge cycle. A loud crashing noise echoed throughout the base.
“What in the allspark?” Ratchet moaned as he came from his own quarters. “This better not be Miko’s idea of a prank again” he muttered, remembering when Bulkhead and Miko had decided to try lighten the mood by sneaking Miko in whilst everyone was recharging and playing loud rock and roll music as she called it.
He nearly bumped into Bumblebee, who was as curious as he. He beeped and whirred, all the while gazing up uncertainly at the medic.
“I don’t know Bumblebee, we need to find out” Ratchet continued on, allowing the scout to follow.
They came out into the main area of the base, finding it all in darkness. Another noise alerted the pair to the source, coming from Ratchet’s lab. This caused said medic to sigh in aggravation.
The pair rushed in, only to halt in their steps.
“Optimus?” Ratchet asked in disbelief, seeing their leader huddled on the floor near the back, messing with some tools. “What are you doing?” he asked cautiously as he slowly approached.
The Prime snapped his optics to Ratchet, energon tears spilling down his faceplates.
Ratchet caught glance of a rotary buffer strewn on the floor next to the prime, and noticed he was holding an airbrush gun.
“I…I need to look my…best…” Optimus quivered.
The medic was concerned, mainly by the fact their leader was crying, but also by what he had said. “Why do you need to?”
Optimus stuttered, murmuring unintelligible words before speaking up again. “He won’t…want me if…if…I’m not perfect”
Bumblebee beeped out a question, asking the Prime whom he was referring to, pointing out none of them at base would think like that.
“No…he won’t…” Optimus shook his head, offlining his optics and spilling more tears.
Ratchet could see he had indeed buffed out some scratches and it looked like he was about to start the repaint just as they had found him.
“Optimus, listen to yourself! You sound as bad as Knock Out for sparks sake!” Ratchet practically yelled, glaring at the trembling form before him. He was shocked to find the leader became more responsive at the mention of the vain Decepticon.
“But…he wants me…only if I’m perfect though…and…” he vented a sharp jolt of air before continuing. “I’M HORRIBLE! I LOOK DISGUSTING, FILTHY, SCRATCHED…I’M NOT WORTH IT!” he cried out, curling in on himself so he created a ball, shielding himself from the world.
Ratchet sighed, “Okay, let’s go back. What happened when you were out yesterday Optimus?” he asked as calmly as he could manage.
Optimus glanced up at him, touching his trembling lips before daring speak. A more flustered look came across his facial plates, calming him from the sobbing a little. “Nuh-nothing! He tried to race…but I wouldn’t…I couldn’t…”
“Come on Optimus” Ratchet grumbled slightly, getting the mech to stand up. “You’ll feel better after you’ve recharged”
He began to lead the Prime out of the lab, but after a few steps, Optimus began wailing in sorrow, flopping onto his knees and refusing to move.
“Now what?” Ratchet asked, his patience wearing thin.
Optimus knelt there, babbling a load more words of how he wasn’t perfect, or ready, adding in how nothing had happened to spur this.
After a moment, Ratchet spoke to the hovering scout. “I’ll sort this Bumblebee, you go back to recharge”
Bumblebee looked confusedly at Ratchet, but complied, soon turning away, and with a final glance back at his distraught leader, went back to his own room.
Ratchet vented slowly once more, bending down and forcing the Prime to look at him. “Optimus! What is wrong?”
The leader quickly cycled some cool air through his system, hugging himself as he knelt before the medic. “I…I…I lied” he shook his helm, trying to avoid looking at Ratchet. “I did race Knock Out…and then…” he cringed away, system heating up and more tears escaping from the embarrassment.
Ratchet waited calmly, unsure what he was about to tell him.
“Then…he…” Optimus blushed deeply, touching his lips delicately again, gazing off into the distance. One glance at Ratchet and he knew he had no choice but to say. “He…he…kissed me”
Ratchet’s optics went wide in shock. “Why would he? Why did you let him?”
Optimus winced, “He…scanned me and saw…” he murmured, feeling dejected all of a sudden.
Ratchet let out an aggravated sigh. Before Optimus could say otherwise, the red and white medic pulled him into a hug. Optimus cried into the embrace, leaning his helm against Ratchet’s shoulder, thankful for the comfort.
“Optimus, I thought you were coping with this…but clearly the whole thing has been getting to you more than the rest of us would expect” Ratchet spoke calmly, a small frown marring his faceplates.
Optimus whimpered in response, soon muttering an answer. “I just…don’t know what I’m feeling anymore…or how to cope with it”
Ratchet shook his head lightly, “You shouldn’t let it get to you; we’re here to help”
Optimus gazed at the medic uncertainly, more of the strange and foreign feelings invading. “How can you help though? I’m a mess”
The medic rolled his optics, looking amusedly at the Prime. “You should really stop bottling everything up for massive outbursts like this you know”
The leader felt the blush on his own faceplates deepen, his spark pulsing faster all of a sudden. As he looked up, he gained optical contact with Ratchet, their blue optics inspecting one another silently.
Words weren’t needed here; they were reading each other.
Ratchet was a bit surprised to find he was being drawn into the strange sensation, as Optimus’ EM field was brushing his own, seeking a connection. Ratchet allowed it to merge with his, finding Optimus become more flustered as he realized what was going on.
Optimus tried to speak, but couldn’t articulate what he wanted to express, so glanced away awkwardly; his feelings clear thanks to the shared EM fields.
Ratchet chuckled, turning Optimus’ helm back towards him. “Optimus, if it’s what you want…”
The Prime looked fully at the medic, still blushing, still embarrassed. “I…I don’t…know…” he stuttered, “My…spark wants anything…but I don’t know…” he shook his head quickly, trying to clear the strange feelings. “That’s why…Knock Out confused me…”
Ratchet once more inspected the Prime’s faceplates, smiling a little at the honesty he was receiving, apparent in the EM field. Knowing Optimus was so confused he wouldn’t make a move; Ratchet stroked his cheek gently, trying to calm him once more.
“Don’t worry Optimus, you’ll get through this” he reassured softly, finding Optimus lean into the touch a little.
The EM field became more affectionate, want clear within Optimus’ spark energies. The red and white mech made his field gentler, responding to Optimus’ affection positively.
Carefully, he took a few cleansing cycles of air through his system, slowly leaning in and kissing the distraught red and blue mech.
Optimus’ spark fluttered as their lips met, his negative emotions seeming to lessen somewhat. He offlined his optics, leaning in a bit more to deepen the kiss.
This kiss…it was more engaging than Knock Out’s had been, and yet, Optimus still felt as if he had a sparkling crush on the Decepticon. Why though? What was so different between the medics?
With their EM fields dancing in harmony, Ratchet reluctantly pulled away, venting roughly as he did so. “How do you feel now?”
Optimus onlined his optics and shuttered them a few times to get his bearings. He shuffled away from Ratchet, standing slowly. “A lot better actually”
Ratchet smiled for the briefest of moments.
“It would seem my emotions even out if I am given an outlet…if I indulge in what my spark wants”
“It makes sense” Ratchet nodded once, deciding to do another quick scan of the Prime. This time, he used his own medical scanner in his arm, as it would be quicker than digging out the handheld one. “It appears your closer than we thought” he vented slowly, “Original scans indicated perhaps an orn, but these new scans show that within a couple of orbital cycles you’ll be in full heat”
Optimus’ EM field let out a wave of sorrow all of a sudden, glinted with panic and depression. Ratchet tried to calm him with his own field, soothing his rippling field a little.
With a small huff, Optimus spoke. “Thank you for informing me, old friend” he tried to remain more like himself, not wanting to disgrace himself further. “I’ll see you after recharge” he turned away, quickly fleeing the scene.
Ratchet stood for a moment, contemplating their talk. As he thought about the kiss, it warmed his spark a little. As he continued to think, he headed back to his own quarters, soon drifting into a peaceful recharge.
Unfortunately, Optimus was anything but ready to recharge. Again, he couldn’t help but think about Knock Out…why was he so obsessed?!
Deciding some air may help him regain some composure, Optimus silently crept out of his room, turning on the ground bridge and heading back to where he met Knock Out last.
Standing in place for a moment, he kicked some dust up with his stabilizing servo.
Why was he so restless? He felt a cold wave from his spark, making him want some sort of contact with some other Cybertronian.
Flopping to the ground, he hugged his knees, resting his helm on them and thinking.
Why?
Just why?
As he mulled it all over in his head, he eventually heard an engine. Glancing up, he was both relieved and appalled to see the red Aston Martin approaching once more.
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” The medic jeered as he transformed.
Optimus vented, a little saddened by that fact. “No” he whispered.
Knock Out’s expression lightened a little as he moved closer, sitting down next to the Prime. “You don’t have to be that way Sweet Rims, I’ve not got a problem with it”
Optimus glanced at him, blushing and quickly looking away. “How else can I be? I have maybe an orbital cycle or two left, and thanks to this I…well…” he stammered, as he felt flustered again.
Knock Out caught his drift, smiling warmly at the silent flattery. He reached out and gripped Optimus’ servo, intertwining their digits gently. The two looked at each other, red optics meeting blue.
“Tell me what you want” Knock Out teased, “Or should I say who?”
Optimus blushed more. “I…want you…my spark likes anything really…but I’m drawn to you” he frowned a little to himself as he continued, “I…think I’ve fallen for you”
“Let’s be honest here…you wouldn’t have minded me even if you weren’t going into heat, would you?” Knock Out smiled a wicked grin, clearly enjoying testing the emotional Prime.
With a sigh of defeat, Optimus looked fully at the Decepticon medic. “Your right, I would have liked it”
“But why?” Knock Out persisted, wanting to hear more praise.
“Your pleasing to look at… your finish is so lovely and shiny, you always sparkle” Optimus muttered quickly, his ventilation hitching as he felt Knock Out draw closer.
The medic leant his forehead against Optimus’, their helms gently touching one another. “Anything else?” he purred, finding the compliments sexy.
“You’re perfect”
At this, Knock Out let their lips touch, this time actually relaying more emotions into the kiss. Optimus felt the red mech’s glossa delicately trace over his bottom lip, causing him to shudder.
As Knock Out kissed him, Optimus felt his spark flutter madly, a sudden unknown force spreading through his system. His frame began to heat up rapidly, causing him to whimper slightly at the discomfort.
Knock Out stopped for a moment, but didn’t pull away. “The second stage…miniature heat cycles”
“You know…even your kissing is perfect”
With a small laugh, Knock Out kissed him again. “Flattery will get you everywhere Sweet Rims”
Climbing up onto the Autobot leader’s lap, Knock Out slipped his glossa into the Prime’s oral cavity, finding Optimus moan deliciously at the action.
With a small sigh, the cherry red mech let his servos slide down Optimus’ chassis, seeing that he had recently buffed himself.
“All that to impress me?” his engine purred in approval, his talons reaching the cover to Optimus’ interface port. With the lightest of touches, it retracted eagerly. “Desperate are we?” Knock Out smirked to himself, finding the writhing hot mech below him pretty good actually.
Knock Out pulled out his interface cable, ready to connect, but waited a moment longer until Optimus made a very delightful mewl. Revving his engine suggestively, he once more kissed Optimus and quickly plugged himself in.
The Autobot vented harshly, his hips bucking up and narrowly avoiding scratching Knock Out. With a small gleeful grin, Knock Out found Optimus’ plug and placed into his own port. Their energies cycled, both internally and in their EM fields.
As Knock Out felt the truly desperate and needy EM field of the Prime, he chuckled to himself, somewhat proud that it was only he that Optimus truly wanted above all the heat business.
Optimus’ spark hammered madly in his spark chamber, sending more energy throughout him, causing his arousal from the cherry red mech to heighten so much more.
A stronger burst was sent to Knock Out, who keened slightly out of surprise. Moving closer, he devoured the Prime’s mouth equally as desperately, sending his own stronger waves back.
Optimus let out a muffled moan, so close now. As overload finally swept over him, he yelled out the medic’s name, shuddering uncontrollably whilst the wave washed over his system.
Knock Out relished in watching him overload, knowing he too was close. As Optimus’ overload reached its peak, a strong burst of energy hit him, causing him too to be taken by the glory that was overload.
As the Decepticon’s overload began to fade, he relaxed atop the Autobot, his engine once again purring as it turned over smoothly. “Not too bad Sweet Rims”
Optimus groaned a little, his system finally cooling down. “What was that…before?”
“A miniature heat cycle, you’ll probably get a few more on the run up to getting stuck like that permanently until you spark or it ends” Knock Out yawned.
Optimus blushed a little before speaking, “Do you think…we could…you know…meet up again?”
Knock Out smiled brightly at the red and blue mech, still happy for all the flattery the Prime gave him. “Sure Sweet Rims” he leant in and gave Optimus a final kiss for the evening. “Same time, same place…doctors orders” he teased, disconnecting their interface cables and climbing off of Optimus.
Optimus sat up, soon standing with the Decepticon, clearly nervous again. “And if I…” he began, helplessly gesturing to himself, unsure about it all.
“Don’t worry Sweet Rims, if you fall into heat we’ll frag like never before”. Receiving a small smile from Optimus, Knock Out transformed and raced off.
Optimus stood in place and watched the Aston Martin drive off into the distance, checking his internal chronometer. Knowing the rest of his team would still be recharging, Optimus transformed and also drove off, heading towards where the base was.
It wasn’t really all that far, it was just Ratchet who insisted on the use of ground bridges whenever possible for security.
Driving helped keep his mind off things, he could let it all go and focus on the speed, on the cool air assaulting his vehicle mode as he sped up, on the blurred surroundings. He could see why Knock Out adored racing right now.
Knock Out.
He couldn’t deny it now. He was had it bad for the Decepticon medic. He knew how the others would react if they found out…they would think he was seriously glitched in the processor!
A small but strong pulse from his spark reminded him of his problems, but amazingly, he wasn’t upset. Thanks to Knock Out, he was the most normal he’d been in days.
Venting calmly, he approached the base, slowing down and preparing to enter.
As he walked into the main room, he felt something brush his EM field. Confused, he reached out to it, only to find his field merge with whoever’s field it was, their field laced with care and concern.
“Optimus” They stated calmly. Optimus turned quickly to the blue femme, knowing what she could get like if he got on her bad side. “Where have you been?”
“I was a little…revved up after my talk with Ratchet” he explained calmly, knowing she would see right through a lie if he attempted to fool her. “So I went for a drive to clear my processor”
Arcee moved closer, inspecting him cautiously. “Okay then” she smiled lightly, sensing truth in his words. “You feeling better?”
With a small nod, he smiled back. “A lot. I feel more like myself right now”
“You sound it too” she agreed, but then a frown marred her faceplates. “I was worried about you”
Optimus gazed at her sorrily. “Why?”
Arcee glanced away, her EM field giving Optimus all her feelings on the matter. She was upset, still worried about him, protective…
“I came out of recharge because I heard all the noise…but I didn’t come out of my room at that point” she looked back into the Prime’s blue optics, “I heard you leave through the ground bridge…I couldn’t recharge after that”
He was worried she was going to pull what Ratchet did last time, and ask if he was aware a Decepticon signature where he was, but she didn’t. Apparently she wasn’t that worried.
“I’m sorry for not informing you Arcee, but as I said, I had a lot on my processor”
She vented lowly, offlining her optics for a moment. “Optimus, I did tell you before, but I think I better remind you…we’re here for you, you can tell us anything you know”
“I am aware, and that is how the talk with Ratchet ended up going” he pointed out, feeling a little sluggish from lack of recharge.
Arcee was still as observant as ever. “Perhaps you should go recharge, you look like a dead battery”
Another nod, and he began heading towards his quarters. As he reached the corridor, he glanced back and saw she was typing at one of the consoles quickly.
Perhaps Ratchet had asked them to report everything they found out about Optimus when they could?
Trying not to think about it, he entered his room and quickly settled down onto his berth.
As he thought about Knock Out again, he smiled to himself.
Tomorrow…
For Optimus, tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough!
*******
Continue to Part 2
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.
A strange feeling invaded the Autobot leader as he came out of recharge. It was his spark…it was hammering in his spark chamber, as if desperately seeking an escape route.
The Prime cycled some air through his vents, trying to calm his systems. Slowly, he sat up and sighed to himself. This was the third time his spark had done this recently, not only that though. His system had also been doing weird things, such as forcing the infrared sensors in his optics to remain on, and locking his mouthplate so he couldn’t use it for a whole earth day…
He knew he needed to see Ratchet about it. The only reason he hadn’t was he was worried it was all in his head, but mainly it was because he didn’t want to waste Ratchet’s time.
He finally stood, a slight dizzying wave running through his form. He offlined his optics for a moment until he was certain he was stable, and soon he left to find the Autobot medic.
Ratchet was at his usual console, grouching as he continued work on the synthetic energon.
“Ratchet, I require your medical expertise” Optimus stated calmly.
The red and white mech turned, a slight frown marring his facial plates. “Why? What’s wrong?”
Optimus explained his concerns slowly, only finding the frown on the medic’s face plates deepen with his words.
“I’d like to scan you just to be certain” Ratchet led the leader through to the medical bay, getting him to lay on the medical berth and then got out the handheld scanner and ran it over Optimus.
The medic then moved away, muttering unintelligibly to himself as he moved over to his console.
“Ratchet?” Optimus asked awkwardly, as he sat up and looked over to the red and white mech, breaking the silence.
Ratchet sighed in aggravation. “I feared one of us could have this happen” Optimus merely stared at him in confusion. Ratchet turned slowly to face the Autobot leader. “Optimus, your system is preparing your body so it can go into heat”
Optimus stared at the medic for a moment. “What is to come of this old friend?”
“Your programming has rebooted an ancient package all Cybertronians contain. This package prepares them to become the carrier for a sparkling by increasing spark energies, which affects their emotions greatly, to the point they are overly fertile. Unfortunately, this means they interface with anyone they can normally until they spark, but on occasion until the heat cycle ends” Ratchet explained, a grim look evident.
Optimus faltered for a moment. “You…you’re saying that all my symptoms are the early signs of heat?”
Ratchet nodded once, his mouth tightened into a thin line. “I’m sorry Optimus…I can’t stop it”
“Understood” Optimus sighed, “I believe it would be appropriate to inform the others of what exactly is to come of this”
********
Optimus sat in his room lazily, looking over a data-pad. Ratchet had informed the others that over the next week or so the leader was going to get more and more emotional until he went into heat.
He had to admit, the team took it pretty well. He had expected them to all be disgusted and try to avoid him. They weren’t always present due to their guardianship duties, and when they were, they weren’t acting any different around him.
He vented air slowly, feeling his spark hammer painfully in his chamber. As the pain slowly left, he began pondering.
Why did this happen to him? Why not one of the others? Was Primus really so against the Autobot leader that he decided to screw with him?
Quickly shaking his head, he tried to get rid of such petty thoughts. He was getting worked up over something uncontrollable.
Deciding he could do with some energon, he placed the data-pad down and headed to the main room where Ratchet was still working.
As he passed the medic, he heard him tut slightly. Choosing to ignore this, he retrieved a cube of energon for himself and began sipping at it slowly. It was then he sensed that Ratchet was watching him. Turning slowly, he caught Ratchet glancing away swiftly.
Optimus chose to remain where he was, silently drinking his energon. Upon seeing Ratchet constantly keep glancing at him, he frowned.
“Is there a problem Ratchet?”
The medic vented loudly, clearly irritated by something “No. I’m just working out something”
Optimus felt anger begin to seep into his systems. He was working out something? What did Optimus have to do with it? The medic kept checking on him as if he was a sparkling, not the fragging Autobot leader!
“So I am that much of a problem?” the Prime demanded, heavily placing the rest of his energon down on a workbench.
“What?” Ratchet looked confused, now facing the leader to see what he was asking.
Optimus glared at him, “You heard me! You clearly think I’m unsafe on my own!” He took a threatening step closer, pointing at the medic angrily. “YOU SLAGGING THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME, ALL BECAUSE OF WHAT I’M GOING THROUGH!”
Ratchet raised his hands in surrender, looking somewhat scared by his leader’s reaction. “No. Optimus, look, I wasn’t considering anything like that”
And then Optimus lowered his hand, shuttering his optics confusedly, quickly returning to his normal self. “Sorry Ratchet, I wasn’t quite myself…”
“I saw” Ratchet turned away, “Don’t worry about it too much, you’ll be experiencing much more intense emotions soon”
Optimus felt somewhat embarrassed, feeling his system heat up slightly as he realized how stupid his outburst was. “Isn’t there anything you can do to help me with this?” Optimus pretty much begged, still trying to keep his composure.
“No, it’s your spark energies affecting your emotions. I can’t stop your spark” he pointed out.
Optimus closed his optics, “I think I need some air…I’m going for a drive”
Ratchet nodded, opening the ground bridge quickly for him. “Just comm. me when you want to return”
“I know!” Optimus growled, realizing he was losing control again and quickly running through the portal.
He came out into a chasm in the outskirts of Jasper. He transformed and drove steadily down it, trying to not think about anything of what happened between him and Ratchet.
He drove in silence, not really paying attention to his surroundings, finding himself surprised when a cherry red Aston Martin appeared at his side, revving it’s engine suggestively before speeding on ahead.
Optimus watched it pull away, frowning internally. Sudden determination overtook him, and in a rush, he decided to give chase. Revving his own engine loudly, he sped towards the sports car, quickly catching up.
A small chuckle came from the red car, but nothing was said. Instead, it increased it’s speed again, impressed when the big rig kept pace.
Optimus growled to himself, trying to force himself faster. He wanted to win! The pair sped round a corner, quickly screeching to a halt as they found a dead end.
Transforming, Optimus cursed to himself, soon seeing the red car transform too.
Knock Out smirked as he inspected the Prime. “I never pegged you for a boy racer” Upon receiving no answer, Knock Out’s grin widened. “What’s wrong Sweet Rims?”
Optimus frowned at the Decepticon before him. “I’m not in a good mood, okay?”
“HA! Puh-lease” Knock Out inspected his talons.
Optimus glared at him for a moment, soon coming to his senses and again feeling embarrassed. He looked the Decepticon medic up and down, finding he looked nice. He was almost sparkling in the mid-afternoon sun, and the way he was stood, he was…appealing.
Wait…did he really just think that? SLAG!
The Autobot leader went to look away, but instead caught Knock Out’s optics, neither daring to look away.
“Oh, I see” Knock Out jeered. “You wanted to get closer to me…don’t blame you”
“No” Optimus tried to remain calm. “I wanted a drive to get away from things”
Knock Out inspected him, a hint of curiosity evident in his ruby optics. “Wait…” his grin slipped away, but only for a moment, before returning bigger than before. “Oh this is rich, this is rich…” He laughed for a moment, “You’re going into heat”
“HEY!” Optimus growled lowly, “I did not give you permission to scan me”
“You don’t mind that much Sweet Rims” the cherry red medic waved away his concern. “Emotional highways and all over the smallest of things” He strut closer to the Prime, inspecting him evenly.
“Is there anything I can do?” Optimus blurted out, suddenly desperate for this whole situation to end. He was a little embarrassed about his small outburst, but perhaps the Decepticon medic would know something Ratchet didn’t.
“Hmmm…” Knock Out pondered, a mocking smile still present. “Let me see…oh, I remember!” He indicated for Optimus to move in, “Come here…closer” he gestured for the Prime to move closer.
Optimus bent down, a little bit out of his comfort zone as he looked at the red mech’s faceplates. “Okay…what can I do?”
Before Optimus could react, Knock Out leant up and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. It only lasted for a moment, and when Knock Out pulled away, he smiled deviously again.
“Just run with it…I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun”
Optimus remained where he was left, shocked by the Decepticon’s actions. He…just kissed him…Knock Out just kissed him. It felt so wrong, but at the same time, he felt so right about it.
He hated this. Normally, he would have never raced with a Decepticon…and he certainly wouldn’t have ever got into a situation where one kissed him.
Amazingly though, Knock Out had sorted him out. He felt normal again for the moment.
Glancing round quickly, he saw the medic sauntering away.
“Um…thanks” Optimus mumbled.
Knock Out only just about heard him. “No. Thank you” he waved back without looking at the Prime. “Don’t forget to pay me a visit when you’re ready”
The statement alone blew Optimus’ processor. He hoped the intentions of the red mech weren’t as dirty as they made him feel from the words alone.
He called Ratchet and quickly asked for a ground bridge, feeling flustered about it all.
He was being over emotional…he could tell. Knock Out…kissed him! Slag…Knock Out kissed him. It felt good…
Oh Primus…why was he so happy about this?
As the ground bridge appeared, he all but ran into it, trying to leave his thoughts behind. He didn’t want to think about Knock Out right now…he wanted to forget everything. The more he thought about the cherry red medic, the more he swore he was in love. He knew it was just the heat thing talking, but still…he wanted his life normal again!
Ratchet stared at him as he stumbled out of the portal, clearly confused by how flustered his leader was.
“NOTHING HAPPENED!” he yelled before rushing to his quarters and key-code locking himself in.
Ratchet merely sighed, rolling his optics before returning to his work.
********
After a while, the leader re-emerged from his room, a lot calmer than before.
He remained silent as he went over to a console and began checking around for Decepticon activity or any Cybertronian signatures that may be around.
His optics skimmed the information promptly, finding everything calm thankfully. The Decepticons had been somewhat quiet recently, and it was completely random if any new energy signatures were to appear.
“How you feeling Optimus?” someone asked him from behind.
He recognized the voice; it was Bulkhead. He had probably returned from dropping Miko off at home. “The same as usual my friend”
Bulkhead smiled; glad to hear their leader was taking the heat thing well, and seemed as stoic as ever.
Bumblebee also approached, beeping and whirring happily. Optimus looked to the scout, a blank expression.
“Why? What did Ratchet say?”
After some more clicking and beeping, Bumblebee expressed his worries to the Prime, his optics somewhat sympathetic and sorrowful.
“No, while it is true I was not fully in control earlier, nothing happened while I was away from base” Optimus carefully explained, “I merely over-reacted upon my return”
This prompted Ratchet to enter the conversation, clearly unbelieving of the Prime’s words. “So you’re saying you ran away embarrassed because nothing happened to you while you were out?”
Optimus nodded silently, still refusing to let any emotions show.
“So when that Decepticon signature appeared with you, you didn’t notice?” Ratchet pressed.
With a sigh Optimus answered. “That was only Knock Out wanting a race, the whole thing was uneventful”
Ratchet looked skeptical but didn’t ask anything else. Not that he had the chance as Arcee called for a ground bridge.
Bulkhead grinned slightly, “I thought you didn’t approve of racing?”
“I don’t. I said he wanted a race, I didn’t in fact give him one” Optimus stated.
Bumblebee buzzed happily, his eyes showing his the true joy he had.
Optimus smiled lightly at the scout, “Yes Bumblebee, I am glad this isn’t affecting me too badly”
The ground bridge sprung to life at that moment and a blue motorcycle charged in, quickly transforming into the elegant form of Arcee.
“Thanks Ratchet” she smiled as she moved past him, heading towards the other three by the console. “Hey Boss-bot, everything okay?”
“WHY…” he caught himself about to yell at the femme for no reason and quickly changed his response. “…Wouldn’t it be?”
She frowned slightly, “Not exactly the answer I was expecting”. The blue femme folded her arms, smiling gently “You sure this heat thing isn’t getting to you?”
He looked away quickly, “I am sure” he said with forced neutrality.
“You can talk to us you know” she placed her hand on his arm gently, trying to show her support to him. “We’ll listen and we won’t judge”
“Thank you for the offer Arcee, but as I said, I am fine” he lied, managing a calmer tone this time round.
She vented lowly for a moment before retracting her hand, “Just remember we’ll always be there”
He glanced round to see the three of them walking off, sighing in relief.
He’d done it.
He had kept his emotions in control while he spoke to them. They believed he was okay!
The only question that currently nagged his processor: How long would it last?
********
It was the middle of their recharge cycle. A loud crashing noise echoed throughout the base.
“What in the allspark?” Ratchet moaned as he came from his own quarters. “This better not be Miko’s idea of a prank again” he muttered, remembering when Bulkhead and Miko had decided to try lighten the mood by sneaking Miko in whilst everyone was recharging and playing loud rock and roll music as she called it.
He nearly bumped into Bumblebee, who was as curious as he. He beeped and whirred, all the while gazing up uncertainly at the medic.
“I don’t know Bumblebee, we need to find out” Ratchet continued on, allowing the scout to follow.
They came out into the main area of the base, finding it all in darkness. Another noise alerted the pair to the source, coming from Ratchet’s lab. This caused said medic to sigh in aggravation.
The pair rushed in, only to halt in their steps.
“Optimus?” Ratchet asked in disbelief, seeing their leader huddled on the floor near the back, messing with some tools. “What are you doing?” he asked cautiously as he slowly approached.
The Prime snapped his optics to Ratchet, energon tears spilling down his faceplates.
Ratchet caught glance of a rotary buffer strewn on the floor next to the prime, and noticed he was holding an airbrush gun.
“I…I need to look my…best…” Optimus quivered.
The medic was concerned, mainly by the fact their leader was crying, but also by what he had said. “Why do you need to?”
Optimus stuttered, murmuring unintelligible words before speaking up again. “He won’t…want me if…if…I’m not perfect”
Bumblebee beeped out a question, asking the Prime whom he was referring to, pointing out none of them at base would think like that.
“No…he won’t…” Optimus shook his head, offlining his optics and spilling more tears.
Ratchet could see he had indeed buffed out some scratches and it looked like he was about to start the repaint just as they had found him.
“Optimus, listen to yourself! You sound as bad as Knock Out for sparks sake!” Ratchet practically yelled, glaring at the trembling form before him. He was shocked to find the leader became more responsive at the mention of the vain Decepticon.
“But…he wants me…only if I’m perfect though…and…” he vented a sharp jolt of air before continuing. “I’M HORRIBLE! I LOOK DISGUSTING, FILTHY, SCRATCHED…I’M NOT WORTH IT!” he cried out, curling in on himself so he created a ball, shielding himself from the world.
Ratchet sighed, “Okay, let’s go back. What happened when you were out yesterday Optimus?” he asked as calmly as he could manage.
Optimus glanced up at him, touching his trembling lips before daring speak. A more flustered look came across his facial plates, calming him from the sobbing a little. “Nuh-nothing! He tried to race…but I wouldn’t…I couldn’t…”
“Come on Optimus” Ratchet grumbled slightly, getting the mech to stand up. “You’ll feel better after you’ve recharged”
He began to lead the Prime out of the lab, but after a few steps, Optimus began wailing in sorrow, flopping onto his knees and refusing to move.
“Now what?” Ratchet asked, his patience wearing thin.
Optimus knelt there, babbling a load more words of how he wasn’t perfect, or ready, adding in how nothing had happened to spur this.
After a moment, Ratchet spoke to the hovering scout. “I’ll sort this Bumblebee, you go back to recharge”
Bumblebee looked confusedly at Ratchet, but complied, soon turning away, and with a final glance back at his distraught leader, went back to his own room.
Ratchet vented slowly once more, bending down and forcing the Prime to look at him. “Optimus! What is wrong?”
The leader quickly cycled some cool air through his system, hugging himself as he knelt before the medic. “I…I…I lied” he shook his helm, trying to avoid looking at Ratchet. “I did race Knock Out…and then…” he cringed away, system heating up and more tears escaping from the embarrassment.
Ratchet waited calmly, unsure what he was about to tell him.
“Then…he…” Optimus blushed deeply, touching his lips delicately again, gazing off into the distance. One glance at Ratchet and he knew he had no choice but to say. “He…he…kissed me”
Ratchet’s optics went wide in shock. “Why would he? Why did you let him?”
Optimus winced, “He…scanned me and saw…” he murmured, feeling dejected all of a sudden.
Ratchet let out an aggravated sigh. Before Optimus could say otherwise, the red and white medic pulled him into a hug. Optimus cried into the embrace, leaning his helm against Ratchet’s shoulder, thankful for the comfort.
“Optimus, I thought you were coping with this…but clearly the whole thing has been getting to you more than the rest of us would expect” Ratchet spoke calmly, a small frown marring his faceplates.
Optimus whimpered in response, soon muttering an answer. “I just…don’t know what I’m feeling anymore…or how to cope with it”
Ratchet shook his head lightly, “You shouldn’t let it get to you; we’re here to help”
Optimus gazed at the medic uncertainly, more of the strange and foreign feelings invading. “How can you help though? I’m a mess”
The medic rolled his optics, looking amusedly at the Prime. “You should really stop bottling everything up for massive outbursts like this you know”
The leader felt the blush on his own faceplates deepen, his spark pulsing faster all of a sudden. As he looked up, he gained optical contact with Ratchet, their blue optics inspecting one another silently.
Words weren’t needed here; they were reading each other.
Ratchet was a bit surprised to find he was being drawn into the strange sensation, as Optimus’ EM field was brushing his own, seeking a connection. Ratchet allowed it to merge with his, finding Optimus become more flustered as he realized what was going on.
Optimus tried to speak, but couldn’t articulate what he wanted to express, so glanced away awkwardly; his feelings clear thanks to the shared EM fields.
Ratchet chuckled, turning Optimus’ helm back towards him. “Optimus, if it’s what you want…”
The Prime looked fully at the medic, still blushing, still embarrassed. “I…I don’t…know…” he stuttered, “My…spark wants anything…but I don’t know…” he shook his head quickly, trying to clear the strange feelings. “That’s why…Knock Out confused me…”
Ratchet once more inspected the Prime’s faceplates, smiling a little at the honesty he was receiving, apparent in the EM field. Knowing Optimus was so confused he wouldn’t make a move; Ratchet stroked his cheek gently, trying to calm him once more.
“Don’t worry Optimus, you’ll get through this” he reassured softly, finding Optimus lean into the touch a little.
The EM field became more affectionate, want clear within Optimus’ spark energies. The red and white mech made his field gentler, responding to Optimus’ affection positively.
Carefully, he took a few cleansing cycles of air through his system, slowly leaning in and kissing the distraught red and blue mech.
Optimus’ spark fluttered as their lips met, his negative emotions seeming to lessen somewhat. He offlined his optics, leaning in a bit more to deepen the kiss.
This kiss…it was more engaging than Knock Out’s had been, and yet, Optimus still felt as if he had a sparkling crush on the Decepticon. Why though? What was so different between the medics?
With their EM fields dancing in harmony, Ratchet reluctantly pulled away, venting roughly as he did so. “How do you feel now?”
Optimus onlined his optics and shuttered them a few times to get his bearings. He shuffled away from Ratchet, standing slowly. “A lot better actually”
Ratchet smiled for the briefest of moments.
“It would seem my emotions even out if I am given an outlet…if I indulge in what my spark wants”
“It makes sense” Ratchet nodded once, deciding to do another quick scan of the Prime. This time, he used his own medical scanner in his arm, as it would be quicker than digging out the handheld one. “It appears your closer than we thought” he vented slowly, “Original scans indicated perhaps an orn, but these new scans show that within a couple of orbital cycles you’ll be in full heat”
Optimus’ EM field let out a wave of sorrow all of a sudden, glinted with panic and depression. Ratchet tried to calm him with his own field, soothing his rippling field a little.
With a small huff, Optimus spoke. “Thank you for informing me, old friend” he tried to remain more like himself, not wanting to disgrace himself further. “I’ll see you after recharge” he turned away, quickly fleeing the scene.
Ratchet stood for a moment, contemplating their talk. As he thought about the kiss, it warmed his spark a little. As he continued to think, he headed back to his own quarters, soon drifting into a peaceful recharge.
Unfortunately, Optimus was anything but ready to recharge. Again, he couldn’t help but think about Knock Out…why was he so obsessed?!
Deciding some air may help him regain some composure, Optimus silently crept out of his room, turning on the ground bridge and heading back to where he met Knock Out last.
Standing in place for a moment, he kicked some dust up with his stabilizing servo.
Why was he so restless? He felt a cold wave from his spark, making him want some sort of contact with some other Cybertronian.
Flopping to the ground, he hugged his knees, resting his helm on them and thinking.
Why?
Just why?
As he mulled it all over in his head, he eventually heard an engine. Glancing up, he was both relieved and appalled to see the red Aston Martin approaching once more.
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” The medic jeered as he transformed.
Optimus vented, a little saddened by that fact. “No” he whispered.
Knock Out’s expression lightened a little as he moved closer, sitting down next to the Prime. “You don’t have to be that way Sweet Rims, I’ve not got a problem with it”
Optimus glanced at him, blushing and quickly looking away. “How else can I be? I have maybe an orbital cycle or two left, and thanks to this I…well…” he stammered, as he felt flustered again.
Knock Out caught his drift, smiling warmly at the silent flattery. He reached out and gripped Optimus’ servo, intertwining their digits gently. The two looked at each other, red optics meeting blue.
“Tell me what you want” Knock Out teased, “Or should I say who?”
Optimus blushed more. “I…want you…my spark likes anything really…but I’m drawn to you” he frowned a little to himself as he continued, “I…think I’ve fallen for you”
“Let’s be honest here…you wouldn’t have minded me even if you weren’t going into heat, would you?” Knock Out smiled a wicked grin, clearly enjoying testing the emotional Prime.
With a sigh of defeat, Optimus looked fully at the Decepticon medic. “Your right, I would have liked it”
“But why?” Knock Out persisted, wanting to hear more praise.
“Your pleasing to look at… your finish is so lovely and shiny, you always sparkle” Optimus muttered quickly, his ventilation hitching as he felt Knock Out draw closer.
The medic leant his forehead against Optimus’, their helms gently touching one another. “Anything else?” he purred, finding the compliments sexy.
“You’re perfect”
At this, Knock Out let their lips touch, this time actually relaying more emotions into the kiss. Optimus felt the red mech’s glossa delicately trace over his bottom lip, causing him to shudder.
As Knock Out kissed him, Optimus felt his spark flutter madly, a sudden unknown force spreading through his system. His frame began to heat up rapidly, causing him to whimper slightly at the discomfort.
Knock Out stopped for a moment, but didn’t pull away. “The second stage…miniature heat cycles”
“You know…even your kissing is perfect”
With a small laugh, Knock Out kissed him again. “Flattery will get you everywhere Sweet Rims”
Climbing up onto the Autobot leader’s lap, Knock Out slipped his glossa into the Prime’s oral cavity, finding Optimus moan deliciously at the action.
With a small sigh, the cherry red mech let his servos slide down Optimus’ chassis, seeing that he had recently buffed himself.
“All that to impress me?” his engine purred in approval, his talons reaching the cover to Optimus’ interface port. With the lightest of touches, it retracted eagerly. “Desperate are we?” Knock Out smirked to himself, finding the writhing hot mech below him pretty good actually.
Knock Out pulled out his interface cable, ready to connect, but waited a moment longer until Optimus made a very delightful mewl. Revving his engine suggestively, he once more kissed Optimus and quickly plugged himself in.
The Autobot vented harshly, his hips bucking up and narrowly avoiding scratching Knock Out. With a small gleeful grin, Knock Out found Optimus’ plug and placed into his own port. Their energies cycled, both internally and in their EM fields.
As Knock Out felt the truly desperate and needy EM field of the Prime, he chuckled to himself, somewhat proud that it was only he that Optimus truly wanted above all the heat business.
Optimus’ spark hammered madly in his spark chamber, sending more energy throughout him, causing his arousal from the cherry red mech to heighten so much more.
A stronger burst was sent to Knock Out, who keened slightly out of surprise. Moving closer, he devoured the Prime’s mouth equally as desperately, sending his own stronger waves back.
Optimus let out a muffled moan, so close now. As overload finally swept over him, he yelled out the medic’s name, shuddering uncontrollably whilst the wave washed over his system.
Knock Out relished in watching him overload, knowing he too was close. As Optimus’ overload reached its peak, a strong burst of energy hit him, causing him too to be taken by the glory that was overload.
As the Decepticon’s overload began to fade, he relaxed atop the Autobot, his engine once again purring as it turned over smoothly. “Not too bad Sweet Rims”
Optimus groaned a little, his system finally cooling down. “What was that…before?”
“A miniature heat cycle, you’ll probably get a few more on the run up to getting stuck like that permanently until you spark or it ends” Knock Out yawned.
Optimus blushed a little before speaking, “Do you think…we could…you know…meet up again?”
Knock Out smiled brightly at the red and blue mech, still happy for all the flattery the Prime gave him. “Sure Sweet Rims” he leant in and gave Optimus a final kiss for the evening. “Same time, same place…doctors orders” he teased, disconnecting their interface cables and climbing off of Optimus.
Optimus sat up, soon standing with the Decepticon, clearly nervous again. “And if I…” he began, helplessly gesturing to himself, unsure about it all.
“Don’t worry Sweet Rims, if you fall into heat we’ll frag like never before”. Receiving a small smile from Optimus, Knock Out transformed and raced off.
Optimus stood in place and watched the Aston Martin drive off into the distance, checking his internal chronometer. Knowing the rest of his team would still be recharging, Optimus transformed and also drove off, heading towards where the base was.
It wasn’t really all that far, it was just Ratchet who insisted on the use of ground bridges whenever possible for security.
Driving helped keep his mind off things, he could let it all go and focus on the speed, on the cool air assaulting his vehicle mode as he sped up, on the blurred surroundings. He could see why Knock Out adored racing right now.
Knock Out.
He couldn’t deny it now. He was had it bad for the Decepticon medic. He knew how the others would react if they found out…they would think he was seriously glitched in the processor!
A small but strong pulse from his spark reminded him of his problems, but amazingly, he wasn’t upset. Thanks to Knock Out, he was the most normal he’d been in days.
Venting calmly, he approached the base, slowing down and preparing to enter.
As he walked into the main room, he felt something brush his EM field. Confused, he reached out to it, only to find his field merge with whoever’s field it was, their field laced with care and concern.
“Optimus” They stated calmly. Optimus turned quickly to the blue femme, knowing what she could get like if he got on her bad side. “Where have you been?”
“I was a little…revved up after my talk with Ratchet” he explained calmly, knowing she would see right through a lie if he attempted to fool her. “So I went for a drive to clear my processor”
Arcee moved closer, inspecting him cautiously. “Okay then” she smiled lightly, sensing truth in his words. “You feeling better?”
With a small nod, he smiled back. “A lot. I feel more like myself right now”
“You sound it too” she agreed, but then a frown marred her faceplates. “I was worried about you”
Optimus gazed at her sorrily. “Why?”
Arcee glanced away, her EM field giving Optimus all her feelings on the matter. She was upset, still worried about him, protective…
“I came out of recharge because I heard all the noise…but I didn’t come out of my room at that point” she looked back into the Prime’s blue optics, “I heard you leave through the ground bridge…I couldn’t recharge after that”
He was worried she was going to pull what Ratchet did last time, and ask if he was aware a Decepticon signature where he was, but she didn’t. Apparently she wasn’t that worried.
“I’m sorry for not informing you Arcee, but as I said, I had a lot on my processor”
She vented lowly, offlining her optics for a moment. “Optimus, I did tell you before, but I think I better remind you…we’re here for you, you can tell us anything you know”
“I am aware, and that is how the talk with Ratchet ended up going” he pointed out, feeling a little sluggish from lack of recharge.
Arcee was still as observant as ever. “Perhaps you should go recharge, you look like a dead battery”
Another nod, and he began heading towards his quarters. As he reached the corridor, he glanced back and saw she was typing at one of the consoles quickly.
Perhaps Ratchet had asked them to report everything they found out about Optimus when they could?
Trying not to think about it, he entered his room and quickly settled down onto his berth.
As he thought about Knock Out again, he smiled to himself.
Tomorrow…
For Optimus, tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough!
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Continue to Part 2