I love to try new things, so I thought I'd try this. This story will contain mpreg, I think it's called... Please let me know what you think, and tips/ideas would be greatly appreciated.


Optimus shifted slightly, but didn't wake at Ironhide's soft touches. The sun warmed their armour which allowed their systems to rest. For now, the war had slowed to give each side a break. Something that Ironhide had acted upon. As their current position showed. Optimus was stretched out on the grass, his helm in Ironhide's lap. The lastest battle had been harsh, but few humans were killed, and the Autobots had only needed a few repairs. Optimus' shoulders were silver, along with a section across his chassis. Ratchet had offered to repaint the metal, but Ironhide had wanted to. Optimus couldn't say no to his weapon specialist. Who needed to take Will to see his family. So Optimus had joined them.

Will, Sarah, and Annabelle had been out about an hour before. After seeing that Optimus was recharging, the two adults had ushered Annabelle back inside. Leaving Ironhide to watch his commander rest. The mech who literally had a major part of his spark.

A thing of paint was rested against Ironhide's thigh. He dipped a finger into it and gently dragged his finger across Optimus' shoulder. He spread the red paint, relying on a memory file to correctly re-colour his mate. The black mech didn't even look up when the door opened and Will came out. Will walked around to watch Ironhide. For a little while, no words were needed. The silence was filled with the wind rustling nearby leaves, and Optimus moving here or there. A soft smile was actually present on Ironhide's face as he looked at Optimus. "I can't believe that I didn't notice before," Will murmured. Ironhide flashed him a smirk.

"We're good at keeping things quiet," Ironhide stated. Will gave him a smile as he stepped forward, climbing onto Ironhide's ankle to be closer to both of the Autobots. He ran his fingers over Optimus' arm, then Ironhide's leg with a look Ironhide couldn't quite name. "I'm suprised he's even resting." Will nodded as he looked over the metal of the Autobot leader's face. Ironhide took more paint before moving to focus on Optimus' chest. Will noted the flinch that ran through the commander's frame. A servo swung up to bat away what his body saw as a dangerous attacker. Ironhide simply rubbed Optimus' antennae as he painted the silver metal. Which made Optimus actually purr and relax. Ironhide didn't stop rubbing Optimus' helm even when he finished painting. He reached down and wiped the paint off his finger on the rag he'd placed there right after Optimus had layed down. He carefully opened another paint container, this one much smaller and filled with black, and dipped the fingers that were stained with red inside. He rubbed the paint over the metal until the red was no longer visible. He gave it time to dry before closing each container.

"He didn't wake up. Even though you were painting him," Will said in a questioning tone.

"He hasn't been recharging properly. And I've painted him before. Even when he was resting," Ironhide responded. He rested his free arm on Optimus' chassis, below the freshly painted section. Will once again nodded. He jumped when Optimus began to stir. Will scrambled off Ironhide's leg. Optimus' optics opened moments later, and focused on Ironhide's face. "Morning," Ironhide joked. Optimus smiled and sat up. But Ironhide stopped the larger mech from getting up completely, wrapping his arms around the thinner waist, pulling Optimus against him. Optimus rested his helm against the crook of Ironhide's neck.

"I see you finished painting," Optimus mumbled. Ironhide grinned and gently nodded. Optimus gave a content sigh. His optics eventually moved to where Will was standing. "Thank you for allowing me to join you."

Will waved off the comment before actually adressing it, "You wanted to come, and Ironhide insisted. Besides, it's no trouble for you to visit. Anyways, Sarah wanted me to come out here and ask you both if you want to join us for a movie." The two exchanged a quick glance before they nodded. With another sigh, this one not exactly content, Optimus stood. He walked over to the driveway and transformed. Ironhide groaned, but he followed Optimus example. He kneeled down beside Optimus and gave the driver side door a gentle kiss. With a smile he transformed directly beside his leader and mate, rolling back enough to allow Optimus' door to open. They both generated their holoforms and got out of their alt modes. They joined hands and walked together inside.

By the end of the movie, Annabelle had been sent off to bed, and both Optimus and Ironhide had fallen asleep. The other couple couldn't help but smile.

Optimus' holoform was taller than Ironhide's and Will. His eyes, when they were open, almost glowed with their soft blue colour. His almost blue hair was naturally smoothed down and fell into his face but didn't quite reach his eyes. He had strong facial features and was clean-shaven. His arms were thick with muscles, more than Will, but thankfully less than Ironhide since Optimus was already intimidating enough. He wore a pair of blue jeans that look well worn, a red under shirt that had blue flames, topped with a blue jean jacket with flames that flared up from the hem of the bottom and the cuffs. He also wore a pair of black cowboy boots. Around his neck was a set of dog tags, one with the Autobot symbol, the other with a design that neither Will nor Sarah recognized.

Ironhide had the same icy blue eyes as the rest of the Autobot holoforms. His pure black hair rebelled and always seemed to end in spikes towards the bottom. Stubble lined his jaw. A discoloured patch ran across his eye in a diagonal line, a scar that even his bipedal mode bore. He was thick from exercise, his muscles well rounded. He looked a type of man that most people would either adore, or run screaming to get away from. He wore black jeans, a black tank top that hugged his abs, and steel toe boots. Like Optimus, he wore a set of dog tags, one the Autobot symbol, the other with the exact same design as the one around Optimus' neck.

Optimus had his head rested on Ironhide's chest. Their bodies were as close as space, and appropriateness, would allow. Ironhide's arm was wrapped around Optimus' shoulders as if he was trying to pull Optimus even closer. Will shut off the light and, with his wife, went to bed for the night.