Drift walked to the large, enclosed valley where he, Crosshairs, and Optimus first met the dinobots. He found this place peaceful and liked to meditate here. When the dead end came into view, he noticed Optimus was sparring alone. He allowed a small smile to appear on his broken faceplate at the sight of his graceful leader. An overwhelming urge to join Optimus surged through Drift and he found himself walking and talking before realizing it.
"Sensei, may I join you?"
Appalled at his forwardness, Drift took a step back and mentally slapped himself. Optimus turned to face him, his sword at his side.
"Of course, Drift."
They began to spar and drift was surprised to know he was keeping up with Optimus. Then he noticed that his leader was holding back, he became determined to make Optimus fight with all his strength. Drift's dual swords clashed with Optimus' one and the samurai pushed against his leader. One of his swords slipped, scratching Optimus' abdomen, leaking energon. Optimus would have kept on fighting if all he saw in his subordinate's face was shock. But there was also fear and Optimus looked at the cut. Thankfully, the cut wasn't too deep.
"Drift, there's no need to worry. You barely cut….."
Optimus trailed off as the samurai kneeled before him and kissed his newly acquired wound. He groaned in sudden arousal as drift didn't stop in his ministrations and gazed up at him. In a bold move, Drift kissed lower, his lips grazing his leader's rapidly heating interface panel.
"Drift, please continue." Optimus begged.
Drift was startled at the plea, but Optimus looked so willing for drift to continue. The samurai nodded and started to lick Optimus' panel, swarming with pride as the panel opened. He was very impressed with his leader's enormous spike.
"I live to serve you, Sensei." Drift said before he began to rub his leader's spike with his servo. At times, he licked the appendage, relishing in Optimus' moans and pleas for more. Optimus moaned deeply when the smaller mech swallowed his spike, looking at him in appreciation.
"Drift, turn around and retract." Optimus ordered.
Drift did as he was told, watching as the older mech prepared to enter his aft.
"I love you." Drift blurted out.
The younger mech didn't expect a chuckle in response to his thought that he didn't want to say.
"I know. Stay relaxed, Drift."
With that, Optimus thrusted into the blue aft in front of him. Drift gave out a sharp cry, tensing his frame. Optimus rubbed his back and kissed his neck reassuringly. Once Drift relaxed again, Optimus sped up the pace, turning his lover's head so he could kiss him.
"Sensei, I don't just want this once. I want this every night. To be your faithful mate." Drift gasped out from the pleasure.
"So do I, it shall happen. And from now on, it's just Optimus."
Both mechs roared out their overload. Optimus leaned over the smaller mech, declaring his own love.
"Go Drift, Optimus!" A voice shouted from above.
"Both lovers looked up to see the rest of the team on the cliffs. Hound was the one who has called out.
"Shutup, fatass. Optimus could punish us." Crosshairs growled.
Bumblebee played the wedding theme as Optimus pulled Drift closer. Drift smiled and leaned on his mate, forgetting everything else. Neither was ashamed to show their love.
