WARNINGS: virgin!Optimus, virgin fetish, hand fetish, transfluid fetish... etc Sticky+pnp+fieldplay+sparkplay, dub-con if you squint, first time, purposefully OOC Optimus.
Authors Notes: This was born in June, as reponse to tf_rare_pairing prompt "Innocence" I was not sure which verse put it in but TFP fits this SO MUCH. Dedicating this to keelywolfe (for all her awesome Ratchet/Optimus.)
Betaed by _wilderness_. Thank you!
A long time ago, Ratchet had been more than just a medic. Now he liked to remember those times. He looked at Optimus and his circuits sang with the memory of the young mech that had been presented to him soon after ascending to Prime.
He remembered the fateful day when Optimus was sent to him, picture of innocence, almost nothing of today's mech in the youngling back then.
On rare moments when the medic had time to actually dig inside his archives he liked to replay this particular memory.
Optimus entered his chambers shyly, hands twiddling with some cable nervously. He had surely been informed about the purpose of the visit.
While other younglings could wait and find their own perfect time for imprinting, it was beneficial to Optimus' position to be broken as soon as his systems settled into adulthood.
Ratchet had not had the pleasure of seeing the young Prime for any lengthy period before - all medical procedures were conducted quickly and to the point. Not that mech that was now standing before him ever needed anything more than simple checkup.
Now he could finally appreciate the nice frame they gave him. Attractive face-plates were chiseled to the latest trend, but with enough classical feel to it that they should stay attractive even if trends changed.
Optimus looked terrified, his field clamped over him like a second armor.
Ratchet approached the twitchy mech and extended his own field gently coloring it with caring, and soothing vibrations as he let it flow over Optimus.
He needed the mech relaxed and trusting for the process to be as pleasurable and least painful as possible.
The young mech looked at him and slowly relaxed, the field caress not enough to be consciously felt, but enough to help.
"You don't need to be nervous,'" Ratchet spoke calmly and letting his field waver stroked Optimus' arm; "Let us get to know each other first." He made his field resonate with warmth and welcoming.
As they sat down on the berth, talking quietly, Optimus gradualy opened up. Admitting how hard it was to be expected so much while still so young – the pressure of being Prime almost overbearing.
As he talked, Optimus' field expanded, brushing questioningly over Ratchet in curiosity - something unconscious yet a perfect show of the need to trust someone.
The medic quivered in anticipation.
With every passing word Ratchet consciously manipulated his field, letting it mingle with Optimus' gently. He embraced Prime with it, and even this gentlest of caresses had the young mech heating up; Optimus starting to shift in his place, fans activating as his body reacted to the pleasure.
"Why... why am I heating up?" Optimus looked with wide scared eyes at Ratchet, wriggling in place and flaring his armor, desire seeping into his circuits slowly.
"I'm waking your body up,"Ratchet explained and let his field brush purposefully against Optimus, the mech purring and his field immediately closing tight in embarrassment.
"It's no place to be shy of yourself, Optimus." Ratchet cupped Prime's cheek, young mech leaning into caress. "We are here so that you can become who you need to be, but first you have to learn how to be yourself." Ratchet's engine growled at the utter trust that shone in Optimus' optics then.
Optimus nodded and placed his own hand over the medic's, nuzzling into the medic's warm and friendly-caring field.
"Don't be afraid to tell or ask me anything, don't hesitate to touch me. I will touch you." Ratchet slid his thumb over Optimus' mouth, the lips parting under teasing caress.
"You are beautiful" Ratchet whispered and leaned forward placing a tender kiss on Optimus' lips. The young Prime closed his optics and exhaled, warm air tickling Ratchet's cheeks.
Ratchet rumbled quietly in appreciation and let his glossa poke through at Optimus' lips, the pliant plating parting and letting him in, causing the young mech to keen softly.
Ratchet pulled him closer and let his field expand and surround his young charge, Optimus clinging to him helplessly. He pushed Optimus to the berth, the mech going rigid at the unexpected change of position.
"Shhhh, don't be afraid," He whispered. "Let yourself enjoy." Ratchet let his field free to flow and sing with every emotion he felt as his hands mapped Optimus's frame. From the delicious neck cables that when pinched made Prime arch with lips open and vocalizer glitching loudly to the strong red arms that quivered helplessly when he dug his fingers under their ornamental armor and caressed its underside. Or the hands, that when kissed caused the whole body to squirm under him.
Oh how he enjoyed the young mech coming apart at his hands. The quiet, shy noises, the body so responsive to every caress, every flicker of field.
He leaned forward and kissed Optimus' accented hip, the young Prime shying away from the touch, closing his legs instinctively.
Ratchet's field flared with arousal, unbidden, so innocent, so deliciously pure.
Optimus quivered, small whimpers coming out constantly from him. Ratchet stroked the strong gray thighs in comforting manner, Blue optics closed, then he pressed against the thin port cover on the blue hip smiling when it clicked open without much coaxing.
"I need to plug you, Optimus; Lower your firewalls please." Ratchet leaned down and mouthed the connectors, drawing a strangled cry that Optimus tried to muffle; his hand going to his lips, denta probably closing on it.
Ratchet eased the dented hand out of its owner's mouth and kissed every finger with deliberation. "I like to hear you, Optimus."
The Prime looked at him with glazed, startled optics.
"All the sounds you make make..." Ratchet slid a finger over the port while still gazing into scared blue optics and growled, his body flaring with desire as the blue optics flickered in abandon and Optimus moaned... loudly at the stimulation. "So beautiful." Ratchet purred and kissed the glass on younger mech's chest-plates.
He moved back, blue optics watching his movements greedily, and kissed the port again, the cry spilling from Optimus' lips loud and clear.
"Just like that," He came back up and kissed Optimus, the young mech clinging to him and kissing back eagerly, hungrily. With Optimus distracted, he pulled out a cable and clicked it into the waiting port. He swallowed Prime's whimper, letting his glossa claim Prime's mouth, the younger mech's field flickering with desire.
Ratchet opened the transmission, slow and gentle, medical code easing the entry. He expected some firewalls, but there were none, the youngling in his berth opening up fully for him; trusting him, making himself truly vulnerable.
Ratchet moaned at the implications, his field clamping protectively around Optimus, hugging him. So young, so trusting, so innocent still.
Ratchet sent a test packet, low with charge and yet Optimus arched under him, optics wide with amazement, lips open in a silent cry.
And Ratchet knew just how sensitive this one was, how receptive to the pleasure he would be. He was highly tuned to every charge, every caress, systems programmed by the best artists, not mere craftsmen.
Via the connection, he could feel an echo of Optimus' spark pulse; his free, untainted soul, trusting and strong.