A/N: Alright, here are a few more details that I couldn't fit in the summary. This fic, as you can probably tell, is my very, very late Christmas present to you all.
This story will be made up of several chapter on the lives of a few couples, and I did my best to intertwine. However, I will only be giving the identity of half of whichever couple I'm doing per chapter, and the other's name will be revealed as you read! Oh, and this writing is a bit... different from anything I've ever done before. It's slightly... risque. Nothing too bad, of course, it's very, very, very vague.
And I almost forgot to mention, the pairings themselves are rather... unorthodox. I either imagined them up myself, or I had read a few other fics on them and decided they needed more limelight. But anyways, enough blathering, you guys are here to read, right? Well, by all means, don't let me stop you!
Primesmas on Cybertron was a cheerful affair. It was the time when all Cybertronians celebrated the day when Primus created the original 13 Primes to help combat Unicron by gathering together with close family and friends to exchange gifts, swap stories, and have way too much energon. And none were more excited about the holiday than Optimus Prime. The young Prime paced his berthroom as he thought about what this day would have in store for him. He and his sparkmate were planning on going to the house of Optimus' middle brother to celebrate Primesmas with a few other mechs.
As he paced, Optimus wondered what he should get for his bondmate. He thought back, remembering how the other mech had stared longingly at a particularly nice polish, and Optimus made up his mind. He loved indulging his mate with ridiculous amounts of cosmetic items. He always had been a rather vain mech.
As he was about to go out and buy the polish, the door to his spacious house was opened from the other side, and in walked Optimus' mate himself. Optimus froze as his processors tried to come up with a way to distract his partner long enough to get the polish. When no ideas presented themselves, Optimus decided to comm his second youngest brother to ask him to pick the polish up himself.
:: I need a favor from you, brother. I wish to buy my sparkmate a Primesmas gift, but I cannot leave him long enough to get it for him. Could you kindly do me a favor and buy the polish yourself and I'll give it to him when we arrive at you residence? ::
Optimus didn't receive an audible answer, but a sense of acceptance and promise floated across the bond they shared. With that problem out of the way, Optimus turned his attention back to his waiting mate.
"What do you think you were doing there, Optimus," Knockout questioned closely. Who was that you were messaging when I walked in? Are you hiding something from me?"
"Nothing at all, my love. I was simply coming one of my brothers about tonight. I have nothing to hide from you"
"I know, Optimus, you never were good at keeping secrets from me anyway. We all know just how intelligent I am. It must come with my looks." Knockout took a moment to examine his reflection in a nearby mirror; he never tired of looking at himself. There was just so much to admire. "But I'm afraid I've been keeping something from you, dear Optimus."
The Prime cringed internally. The last time Knockout had kept something form him was the time when he had spent nearly all of his personal credits so he could scan the latest sports car alt mode. Preparing for the worst, Optimus looked at his mate expectantly.
When Knockout disappeared into one of the storage areas in their berthroom and reappeared with a brand new, shining set of armor, Optimus was stunned. He had completely forgotten about Knockout getting him any kind of gift. And on top of that, the armor was ridiculously flashy, something that had Knockout written all over it. The new armor was mostly blue, with red flame patterns and highlights here and there.
Knockout grinned as he waited for his mate to say something. "Well? What do you think, Optimus? I decided your old armor was dull and so unexciting, so I got you a new set! Do you like it?"
Optimus blinked, and a slow smile spread across his faceplates. He began to unlatch his old, grey armor, and he started attaching the newer, more vibrant set. As he was removing his armor, his bare protoform was visible for brief flashes, and Optimus noticed Knockout staring. He grinned to himself and decided to tease his sparkmate.
Knockout's temperature was rising quickly as Optimus slowed down the process of removing pieces of his armor to an almost unbearable pace. If Optimus didn't hurry up and get his new armor on, Knockout's new finish that he had applied earlier for the party would be scuffed and scratched when he jumped his mate. He thought to himself for a split second before deciding he could apply a new finish later.
His optics flashed with desire as he began trying to shove the much larger mech into another room. "Berthroom, lover. Now."
Optimus chuckled as Knockout attempted to shift him towards the nearest berth. He gave a grunt as he lifted Knockout into his arms and pressed his lips against Knockout's own in a lust filled kiss. Glossas battling for dominance, Optimus carried his sparkmate to their extra large berth and laid him down.
"I don't think my brother would mind if we engaged in some…. Extracurricular activities before we leave for his housing unit."
Knockout's optics flashed as he caught the meaning of his mate's words. He crooked a slender servo at Optimus invitingly and beckoned for him to come closer. "Try to go easy on my finish, will you? I spent a lot of your credits on it. Oh, by the way, may I go get a new finish, Optimus?"
"It's a little late to be asking for permission, don't you think? Now, where were we?"
Optimus brought his helm down to Knockout's to give him another circuit searing kiss, and the two were lost in the fires of passion.