Love all the support!
Units of time as I use them:
Astrosecond= .273 seconds
Klik= 1 minute
Joor= 3 hours
Cycle= 1 day
Breem= 1 week
Groon= 1 month
Stellar cycle= year
Meta cycle= 5 years
Deca cycle= 10 years
Orn= century
Vorn= 5 centuries
:underline:- spark twins talking
:bold:- bonded mechs talking
:italics:- comm link
Don't own Transformers!
Chapter 3
For Optimus, his life had become the slagging Pit. He spent the majority of his time running away from his CMO. All of his duties had fallen to Prowl and Jazz, considering the fact that Optimus didn't have the time to do them at the moment.
All of the men, women, mechs, and femmes on the base were having a good time laughing, teasing, taunting, and betting on the Prime and the medic. It had become a source of great amusement for them.
Optimus was well-aware of the betting pool and wanted to kill everyone involved in it. For Primus sakes! They had turned his life into a bet!
Optimus shook his helm and forced those thoughts from his processors for the time being. After all, he had more important things to do than plot the murder of every Autobot on the base.
Like seeing his creators whom he had believed dead for a long time.
After the Autobots on Earth received word that there was another Autobot ship headed for Earth, they had become happy.
It became even better for Optimus since he learned that his creators were on the ship.
Optimus, Jazz, Prowl, Ironhide, and Elita were all waiting for the ones on the ship to arrive.
Soon, a shuttle came into view.
Elita's optics lit up. "There's Skyfire!" She was referring to Wheeljack's mate, who was a large shuttle and large enough to carry everyone from the ship to the base without having to land the ship on the base.
Once Optimus's scans confirmed the identity of the Autobot in question, he turned to Ironhide. "Lower the shields."
Ironhide nodded and lowered their protective shields to allow Skyfire inside.
Skyfire picked up on where his Prime was standing and headed for where he was, landing far enough away that the power of his engine would not knock them all down, but close enough that it wouldn't be that far to reach them. He then opened his cargo hold to allow everyone inside out.
Nemesis Prime, Optimus's sire, and Alpha Trion, Optimus's carrier, were the first ones off the ship.
Optimus felt a smile cross his lips, relieved to see his creators again for the first time in too many vorns. He hadn't thought he'd ever see them again, but here they were.
Nemesis and Alpha Trion, for their part, were thankful to see their creation, considering they had heard he was killed by the Fallen.
"You look very good for a mech who should be dead." Nemesis remarked.
"Yes, well, we have our human allies to thank for that, Sire. I'm glad to see you. I thought that you were both dead." Optimus said as he walked over to them. He had intended to keep this dignified, but Alpha Trion had other ideas. He immediately pulled his creation into a hug.
Optimus was startled, but returned it.
While this reunion was happening, Elita looked at the ship. And nearly had spark failure.
Out walked a red mech with splashes of white throughout his armor with a gray chevron and doorwings. Her sire, Swiftwind. And beside him stood a black and chartreuse femme, Starlight. Her carrier.
Elita broke out into a wide grin before sprinting over. "Carrier! Sire!" She threw her arms around her carrier, ignoring propriety. These were her creators, whom she hadn't seen in far too long.
Starlight smiled. "I'm glad to see you as well, Elita. I must say I am very proud of you. Femme commander." She held her daughter tightly.
Elita would have blushed if she had the ability. "Not Ratchet's reputation."
Starlight laughed. "He had that reputation before the war, sweetspark. You know that."
"What happened? We received a report that you were dead." Elita said as she pulled back to look her carrier in the faceplate.
"We escaped with help from Nemesis and Alpha Trion." Swiftwind replied.
Prowl was more than a bit shocked to see his grand-creators there, but was thrilled all the same. He couldn't wait to tell Bluestreak and Smokescreen. Ratchet would be thrilled too. Once the mating cycle ended. He hid a grin. Oh, that was going to be interesting.
"Now stop being stoic, Prowl. That's no way to treat your grand-creators." Starlight admonished.
Prowl ducked his head. He hated breaking protocol.
Jazz snickered before shoving his mate forward toward his grand-creators.
Prowl shot a glare at him that Jazz simply smirked at.
Starlight laughed as she crossed the distance to one of her only grand-creations. "Thank you, Jazz."
"Anytime." Jazz replied.
Prowl sighed, but gave in as he hugged his grand-carrier.
"Everyone seems to be doing well." Swiftwind said, observing everyone who was there at the moment.
"Yes. We all are." Elita agreed.
Wheeljack came off the ship then. "Two family reunions."
Elita smiled. "Hey, Wheeljack." She had known Wheeljack was coming and was glad to see her brother again.
"Hey. So, where's my lab?"
A collective groan escaped the group.
"What? I haven't been able to do any inventing since we left Cybertron. I need to invent something." Wheeljack protested.
"Blow it up, you mean." Beachcomber muttered as he came out behind Wheeljack.
With all his passengers on the ground, Skyfire transformed back into his bipedal mode. "Well, it is good to see everyone."
Epps and Lennox headed up in a jeep then. Both stared at Skyfire.
"That is one humongous Autobot." Epps stated.
"Agreed." Lennox added.
"Ah. Colonel. Sergeant. Glad to see you." Optimus said as he turned to face them once he picked up on their signatures.
Nemesis looked curious. "Are these a few of the allies you spoke of?"
"Yes, Sire. They are. Colonel Lennox is the human commander of the base." Optimus answered, motioning to Lennox.
"Nice to meet you." Lennox said.
"And that is Sergeant Epps." Optimus continued, motioning to Epps.
"How ya doing'?" Epps asked.
Optimus motioned to his creators. "This is my sire, Nemesis Prime, and my carrier, Alpha Trion."
"Prime? I thought you were the last Prime." Epps stated, looking up at Optimus with an expression of confusion.
"Yes, well, we had thought my creators to be dead. It was a shock to learn they were alive." Optimus answered.
"And this is my carrier, Starlight, and my sire Swiftwind." Elita motioned to each of her creators. "And that's my brother, Wheeljack, and his mate, Skyfire."
"HI!" Wheeljack greeted them enthusiastically, his head fins lighting up.
"It's nice to meet you both." Skyfire added.
"Yeah, we'll let you know all the warnings concerning Wheeljack later." Ironhide said.
"Warnings?" Lennox echoed.
Ironhide snickered. "Yes. Warnings. You'll understand very soon why we're giving you these warnings."
"Hey! It's not that bad!" Wheeljack retorted.
"Oh, please, 'Jack. Don't fool yourself. It is that bad, and it'll be worse considering the time since you were able to last work on your projects." Beachcomber said. He then looked at the humans. "My designation is Beachcomber."
"Guess Percy's going to be happy." Jazz stated.
"Why is Perceptor going to be happy?" Epps asked.
"Perceptor and I are bondmates, and we haven't seen each other in a very long time." Beachcomber answered.
"So, has anything interesting of late happened?" Nemesis asked.
There were several snickers and knowing smiles from several of them.
"Oh, yeah. Interesting is the word. Right, Optimus?" Epps asked, looking up at the Prime with a grin on his face.
To the surprise of his creators, Optimus gave the sergeant a lethal glare as well as allowed a growl to escape from him.
"Dare I ask?" Alpha Trion asked.
Prowl picked up something on his sensors. He turned and released a sigh. "Optimus."
"What?" Optimus nearly growled the word.
Nemesis frowned, about to reprimand his creation.
"Unless you feel like being jumped, run." Prowl stated.
Optimus glanced at him and saw Prowl pointing. He saw what his SIC was pointing at and froze.
Ratchet was heading for them. More precisely, right for him!
Optimus did the only thing he could. He turned and took off.
"What in the Pit is going on!" Nemesis demanded.
"Yes. Why is he running from Ratchet?" Swiftwind asked.
However, to the surprise of his newly arrived family members, Ratchet ran right past them, obviously chasing the Prime.
Jazz and Elita burst out laughing, Ironhide grinned wickedly, Prowl allowed an amused smile to cross his lips, and Lennox and Epps killed themselves laughing.
"What's up with Ratch? He just ran right past us. He hasn't seen us in vorns, and he thought our creators were dead." Wheeljack stated, blinking in shock as he watched his brother disappear into the distance.
Prowl was the one who answered. "He's in the middle of a Praxian mating cycle, and Optimus is the sire he's chasing."
Realization dawned on them all.
"He does realize that Ratchet will only become more aggressive and forceful as time wears on, right?" Swiftwind asked.
"I have told him. He still chooses to run." Prowl replied.
"Why? It would be over quicker if he just sparked Ratchet. Is the idea that unappealing to him?" Starlight asked, a bit perturbed at the idea of someone being that repulsed by one of her creations.
"That's not it in the least. In fact, in any other situation, Prime would be more than happy to drag Ratchet to his berth. I just don't think he wants the first time he takes him to berth to be because of a mating cycle." Ironhide replied.
"This shall be interesting." Nemesis stated, already feeling amused.
"It already has been." Epps grinned.
"Come. I'll debrief you since Optimus is otherwise occupied. And we can find you all alt forms that are appropriate for this planet." Prowl stated.
The newly arrived Autobots started to follow him.
"Can I assume we'll be given a culture lesson?" Swiftwind asked.
"I shall leave that to Jazz." Prowl replied.
Jazz grinned, intent on truly educating them to the best of his knowledge. Of course, he'd allow them to do their own research on what they wanted to know through the Internet, but he'd inform them of some of the finer points that they needed to know about the humans they lived with.
Optimus ran through the base for what felt like the one millionth time since this whole mating cycle started. He really wished that someone would at least help him get Ratchet off his back.
Granted, he had tried other methods to make sure that Ratchet left him alone. Such as locking the medic in the brig. That ended up with the brig being completely destroyed when he got out.
Optimus had considered sedating him, but First Aid, Jolt, and Perceptor had all said that they were not going to get near Ratchet with the intention of sedating him. They knew how aggressive Ratchet could be while being his normal self. They didn't wish to have his aggression thrown at them with it worse under the influence of the mating cycle.
So, Optimus was stuck running from Ratchet, and he still had four groon to go as far as running from the CMO went. At least until he returned to normal back to normal. Not a good thing for him.
Optimus rounded a corner and made the decision to head for shooting range. Who cared if there were mechs out there practicing? He needed a way to get away from Ratchet at the moment, and this seemed like the best course of action to take.
Ratchet went right after the Prime, oblivious to the fact that they were running through what could possibly be a dangerous area. All he cared about was getting the Prime.
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were out practicing with their weapons.
"Come on, Sunny. You have to have better aim than that." Sideswipe taunted.
Sunstreaker turned a lethal glare onto his twin. "Don't tempt me, Sides! I'll use you for target practice!"
Sideswipe snickered. "Come on. How do you expect to take down a 'Con if you can't even hit the kill zone in a drone?"
Sunstreaker growled.
Bluestreak laughed as he watched his mates bicker. He would admit that Sunstreaker's shot wouldn't kill a 'Con, but it would do severe damage. The Praxian was a sniper. He should know.
"Out of my way!"
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were startled to hear the Prime's sudden shout. They were even more surprised to be roughly shoved out of the way by the much stronger Prime. Both landed hard on the concrete as the Prime barreled past them, running as if Unicron himself was chasing him.
"What in the seven Pits is wrong with him!" Sunstreaker snarled as he got up.
"Yeah. You'd think that Prime would have a bit more courtesy for those smaller than him." Sideswipe grumbled.
Sunstreaker groaned. "My paint is ruined!"
Bluestreak shook his helm at the vainness of his mate before something caught his optic. He turned and his optics widened in horror. "Sideswipe! Sunstreaker! Move!"
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker turned only to find themselves being charged at by a rather menacing looking medic. The next thing the two knew, they were flat on their back, their cheek struts aching from the powerful punches they had received. Both found themselves looking up into Ratchet's angered optics.
"Stay away from him!" Ratchet hissed before resuming his chase.
"What in the name of Primus just happened?" Sideswipe asked weakly.
Bluestreak made his way over to the two. "Praxians in the middle of a mating cycle are aggressive toward anyone who gets in their way. You were in front of him, which to him meant you were trying to stop him from getting to Optimus. He saw you as interfering and reacted according to the mating cycle. He'll attack anyone he thinks is getting in his way, and that includes family. Smokescreen and I won't be attacked because we're sparked and we're carriers. The protocols don't see us a real threat. Anyone else will be mangled. Feel lucky. You could have received a lot worse damage."
"Is that what'll happen to anyone who gets in-between them?" Sunstreaker asked.
"Yes. Right now, Ratchet would take on Megatron himself if he feels that Megatron was getting in-between him and Optimus. Quite honestly, Megatron might get his aft handed to him in the mind-set my grand-carrier is in at the moment." Bluestreak replied.
Sideswipe sighed. "Might as well go see First Aid. We need these injuries taken care of."
"Your paint can wait." Bluestreak stated.
"My paint cannot wait!" Sunstreaker protested.
"I was more referring to our cheek struts." Sideswipe touched his and winced at the pain.
"Probably right about that." Bluestreak agreed.
The two climbed to their feet before they headed for the medbay, although Sideswipe and Sunstreaker vowed then and there that they were not getting between the Prime and the medic again. They'd rather not end up with more injuries than they already had.
Optimus rounded another corner and froze as he had no idea which way to go. Neither direction offered any way to get away from his stalker. One way he had the personal quarters for all of his officers, but he knew that he wouldn't get any help from them. The other way led to the airstrip. He could see if Skyfire would get him away fast, but he had a feeling that the shuttle wouldn't help him simply because Skyfire would never cross Ratchet under any circumstances.
Optimus's moment of hesitation on choosing a direction cost him as he suddenly found himself on his front with a heavy weight on his back with his arms pinned.
"Got you, Optimus." Ratchet purred.
Optimus very nearly panicked at that. "Ratchet! Stop this!"
"Why would I do that? We haven't even gotten to the fun part yet." Ratchet smirked before leaning closer. "You can't tell me that you don't want to be a creator."
Optimus froze. He wouldn't deny that having a sparkling of his own wasn't a bad idea.
But not like this!
"Ratchet, please! You're not thinking clearly!" Optimus pleaded.
"Oh, I'm thinking very clearly. Orion." Ratchet purred.
Optimus felt a shock of heat course through his circuits at the sound of his true name. It was so fragging arousing! He started to fidget, feeling himself becoming aroused by the mech on top of him.
"You know that you want me. Wouldn't you like to actually remember being with me this time?" Ratchet asked.
Optimus winced. If he didn't get out of this soon, he was so slagged! He wasn't sure he'd be able to resist if he didn't get the medic off of him. Using his greater strength, he was able to twist his wrists free of the medic's grip before twisting his body so that Ratchet lost his balance and fell backwards. Optimus got up and started away, not really choosing a direction. He just ran. Finding himself in the area of his officers quarters, he decided to just duck quickly into one of the buildings using his overrode codes to get in and prayed to Primus that Ratchet wouldn't see him. He dove into the first one he found and quickly locked the door behind him.
Optimus vented heavily from the exertion he had been putting himself through. He had been running for the last two and a half joor. He was getting low on energy. He loathed the fact that because he was being forced to run so much that he was needing to take in more energon than normal, although with Wheeljack on the planet, maybe he could find a way to develop a steady energon supply. If the inventor didn't kill himself in the process. The Prime un-subspaced a cube of energon, which he quickly gulped down.
Optimus hadn't paid attention to whose quarters he had ducked into.
"Eager, are we?"
Optimus yelped before he whirled around to find himself facing a wickedly grinning Ratchet. With wide optics, Optimus quickly scanned the quarters and belatedly realized that he had hidden in Ratchet's quarters.
Oh slag!
Ratchet took a step forward. "Glad to see that you finally agree with me."
Optimus backed up, processors racing as he tried to figure a way out of this one.
Ratchet then lunged at the Prime.
Optimus quickly dove to the side out of the way and ended up crashing into a table that had been sitting in the room. The contents of the table ended up scattered everywhere.
"We're alone now, Orion. Why are you still playing hard to get?" Ratchet asked as he moved toward the Prime, his hips swaying in a seductive manner.
Optimus was cursing just how attractive the medic really was. He hated that he was so attracted to the CMO that all he wanted to do was drag the neon green mech into the berth room and frag him senseless.
No! Bad Prime! Not helping!
Optimus slowly edged toward the door, already unlocking them wirelessly with his wireless overrides.
Ratchet lunged at the Prime, and the Prime lunged for the door, praying that he'd be able to get away from the medic soon.
Before his will broke.
After being given a tour of the base as well as helping the newcomers find alt forms for them to use, the bots went to meet with the other Autobots who were on the planet.
The moment that Bluestreak and Smokescreen saw them, they were on their feet and over to their family members.
"Grand-carrier. Grand-sire. I thought that you were both dead." Smokescreen said even as he hugged Starlight.
Starlight smiled. "We weren't able to get word to anyone that we were alive. Once we heard Optimus's call to come here, we came."
"It's great to see you all again." Bluestreak stated.
"Yes, and it looks like we came at an interesting time. Have you two entered the mating cycle yet?" Swiftwind asked.
"Yep. Already sparked, too. Helps when you're already bonded and got a willing mate." Smokescreen grinned at Hot Shot, who looked a bit uncomfortable.
"Hmm. So Ratchet is the only one still in the middle of it." Swiftwind then glanced over at Prowl. "Just how much longer will it go on?"
"Another four groon." Prowl replied.
"Hmm. Not sure if Optimus will be able to outrun him for that long. After all, Praxians in a mating cycle are very aggressive, and they only become more aggressive as time passes." Swiftwind stated.
Nemesis glanced over at his friend in amusement. "In other words, Orion is in for a lot worse than just being chased."
"Without a doubt. In fact, if he's only this far into the mating cycle, then he hasn't even reached the most aggressive point." Swiftwind replied. He then smirked. "And if as Prowl has stated that Optimus does hold some attraction for Ratchet, then I would guess that he won't be lasting much longer against the mating cycle. The longer it goes, they not only become more aggressive, but also more seductive."
Ironhide smirked. "Oh, this is too good. And the best part is that we have the majority of the chasing on video."
Alpha Trion chuckled. "This I have to see."
Epps looked up at them. "Want to join the betting pool?"
Starlight glanced over at Smokescreen and Jazz. "So, which one of you decided to start the betting pool?"
"That would be me!" Jazz was unashamed of the fact that he was the one who started the betting pool. "Smokey was too busy getting sparked to start one."
Smokescreen shrugged. "It's going to get interesting, though."
"Hmm. I believe joining in on this wouldn't be a bad idea." Nemesis stated.
Elita laughed. "Once Optimus finds out his own creators joined the betting pool, he's going to suffer a processor crash. That or get even angrier. He's already been angry at all of us for the laughing, the taunts, and the betting."
"I just hope no one has taunted Ratchet." Starlight stated.
"Indeed. That would be a fool's bet. Praxians in a mating cycle will attack anyone, and I mean anyone who they feel is getting in their way." Swiftwind stated.
"I can couch for that." an unhappy Sunstreaker stated.
All optics and eyes turned to see Sideswipe and Sunstreaker entering the rec room.
"Did First Aid fix it?" Bluestreak asked.
"Yes." Sunstreaker replied.
"What happened?" Prowl asked.
"Optimus shoved the out of the way as he was running, and they accidently got in front of Ratchet. They both ended up with broken cheek struts." Bluestreak explained.
Sideswipe rubbed his repaired cheek. "Yeah. Why does the doc use wrenches to deal with us anyway? I think his fists would do nicely."
"Perhaps we should make is a rule now that you stay out of a Praxian's way while in a mating cycle." Prowl mused.
Jazz grinned. "All but Optimus. He'll need to be in the way."
Everyone else laughed at that.
Optimus leaned back against the wall as he vented harshly from the energy he had exerted in fighting Ratchet off. He would NEVER make the mistake of ducking into the medic's quarters while Ratchet was chasing him again.
The Prime reached up and rubbed his sore shoulder from how hard Ratchet had grabbed him. The paint of his armor had been scratched up, and if he had been anything like Sunstreaker, he would have been complaining about the way it looked. He also had several dents from the wrestling match he had just had with Ratchet.
Optimus shook his helm. This was getting dangerous for him. The Prime had never seen the medic this aggressive in anything.
"What happened to you?"
Optimus jumped before whirling around to find himself facing Chromia.
The femme surveyed the damage to the Prime and came to the conclusion that either a Decepticon had gotten the drop on the Prime, or the Prime had been caught by Ratchet. "So, 'Con or Ratchet?"
Optimus groaned. "Ratchet."
Chromia smirked. "So, the great Optimus Prime was bested by our little medic?"
Optimus glared at her. "Don't cross me, Chromia. I am not in the mood."
"Hmm. You're not the mood for most things. So tell me? What's so bad about dragging Ratchet to the berth? Most of the Autobots know that you've wanted him for a while. Why not save yourself a lot of trouble and take the medic already?" Chromia asked.
"Because I don't want to spark him. Honestly, Chromia! I'm not going to drag a mech to berth just to spark them." Optimus told her.
"Prime, from the looks of it, you're not doing too well on avoiding him." Chromia stated.
Optimus shifted his weight to one foot. "Yeah, well, kind of my fault." He looked embarrassed. Or as embarrassed as an Autobot could look. "I was trying to get away and ducked into one of the officer's quarters. Turned out I ducked into Ratchet's."
Chromia stared at him for a moment before bursting out into a fit of laughter.
Optimus growled. "Ironhide's mate or not, shut up before I make you!"
"If the point was to get away from him, why duck in his quarters?" Chromia asked, still chuckling.
"Because I didn't pay attention to whose quarters I ducked into." Optimus replied.
"Next time, pay attention if you don't want Ratchet to get his hands on you." Chromia shook her helm. "You're going to need your armor fixed."
"No real damage. Just scratched paint and dents. Nothing unusual." Optimus replied.
"In any case, Prowl took care of the newcomers. Not how you wanted to greet your creators, I suppose." Chromia stated.
"No." Optimus frowned. "They must think that I have lost my processors."
"No. Prowl explained it to them." Chromia got a mischievous smirk on her face. "I'm certain that they wouldn't mind having a grand-creation of their own."
Optimus glared at her. "This is serious!"
"Yes, I know. I don't see what the big deal is." Chromia stated.
Optimus sighed. "Chromia, what is so hard to believe about the fact that I don't want to drag Ratchet to the berth just to spark him? You'll forgive me if I sound a bit old fashioned, but I would much prefer to be in a relationship and bonded to a bot before I had a sparkling with them."
"I'm just saying that it would be easier this way. But if you don't want to be caught, I suggest you run." Chromia stated.
"I have been running." Optimus retorted.
"I mean run now." Chromia pointed behind him.
Optimus didn't even bother looking back. He just took off.
Chromia backed up until she was flat against the wall behind her, not wanting to get in Ratchet's way.
The chartreuse medic ran right past her chasing after the Prime.
Chromia watched as the chartreuse medic disappeared from view before she shook her helm. She didn't know why the Prime insisted on running. She had heard that Praxians only became more aggressive and determined as time went on. She could see the medic getting more and more aggressive given his personality. She thought that Optimus would be better off giving up already.
Optimus rounded a corner for what felt like the millionth time in the last two groon before coming to a stop. He used his sensors and wasn't able to pick up on Ratchet's signal anywhere. He was relieved at that. Maybe he had lost the medic for the time being.
The Prime leaned against the side of a building, venting heavily as he attempted to conserve what energy he had left. He still had one cube of energon left in his subspace, but he figured that he had better hold off on taking it in so that he could have it when he was in desperate need of an energy boost.
Optimus contemplated tracking down his creators and seeing if he couldn't spend some time with them, though he was rather certain that his CMO would track him down and start attempting to seduce him once again. He had to admit that Ratchet was rather good at acting seductive when he wanted to.
The Prime shook his helm as he attempted to force those thoughts from his processors. Thinking about how seductive Ratchet was wasn't going to help him keep calm. He needed to keep his circuits cool, and to do that, the last thing he needed to do was think about Ratchet's seduction attempts.
Moving away from the wall, the Prime considered heading to his office or his quarters. He needed to try to get some rest so that he would have the energy to run from Ratchet. He'd rest easier in his quarters, but his office was closer from his current position, so he made his way for his office.
"Hey, Prime. Having fun?" Ironhide asked good-naturedly as he started walking with the Prime.
Optimus cast a glare at his Weapon's Specialist. "What do you think?"
"I'd say no. After all, the only way that you would be able to have fun would be if you took Ratchet to the berth. Then you could have a lot of fun."
Optimus's glare intensified on the Weapon's Specialist. "This isn't funny!"
Ironhide grinned at the growled words. "I find it funny. Not often I see you running from anything, much less Hatchet."
"You would too if he wanted you to spark him." Optimus retorted.
"I'm already bonded, so I don't have to worry about that." Ironhide decided to tease him even further. "If you can escape Ratchet, would you like to join us for a movie tonight?"
Optimus rarely managed to escape Ratchet for very long, and even when he managed to, he usually spend the rest of the time recharging. "What's playing?"
"Oh, a good chase movie." Ironhide grinned. "Staring you."
Optimus stopped before he whirled around to face his maliciously grinning Weapon's Specialist. "That is not funny!" Optimus was tired of everyone getting a good laugh at his expense. This was not a funny situation. At all.
"Oh, it's funny to us. And I'm not joking. Swiftwind and Nemesis Prime want to see it." Ironhide said.
Optimus groaned. Why did his own sire want to get a good laugh at his torment? "When this is over, I am putting everyone on double duty!" The Prime then stormed off to his office.
Ironhide snickered. He wondered if he should have told the Prime that he saw Ratchet sneaking into his office. Oh, well. The Prime would find that out soon enough.
Optimus cautiously walked to his office. He wanted to make sure that Ratchet didn't see him enter his office so that the medic wouldn't come in and trap him. He had already been trapped once that day. He didn't want to go for twice in one day.
The office was dimly lit as the light was turned off.
Optimus didn't even bother turning on the light. All he intended to do was get some rest so that he could be ready to run the next time he had a run-in with the CMO. He headed for his desk.
Unnoticed by the Prime, a shadow moved behind him.
Ratchet grinned as he had finally managed to corner his Prime again. He really wished that he would stop playing hard to get. He really just wanted to get right to business and interface with Optimus already.
Optimus made it to his chair before he yelped as he suddenly found himself tackled and landed flat on his abdominal plating. There wasn't a doubt in his processors as to who it was that had tackled. When he was suddenly flipped over and his wrists pinned to the floor, he found himself staring up into his CMO's grinning face.
"Caught you." Ratchet purred.
Optimus cringed back. "Ratchet! Stop! You're not yourself!"
"Oh, I'm more than myself. Why don't you stop running and just 'face me already? I know that you want to." Ratchet said.
"Ratchet, please!" Optimus didn't know how much longer his resolve would last at the rate he was going. "You've got-humph!"
The Prime's words were cut off as Ratchet suddenly leaned down and pressed his lips to Optimus's, effectively silencing him. Ratchet easily slipped his glossa into the Prime's mouth, searching around his mouth.
Optimus couldn't stop the moan that escaped him. Primus, it felt good! He wanted this mech. Badly. Had wanted him again since that first time. Not that he remembered much about it.
Ratchet, sensing that Optimus wasn't going to fight, released his wrists before he started to trail his hands down the Prime's arms.
Optimus groaned into the kiss. He reached up and wrapped one arm around Ratchet's shoulders before bringing his other hand up and placed it behind Ratchet's helm before pressing the medic closer.
Ratchet moaned into the kiss as he allowed Optimus to slip his glossa into the medic's mouth, enjoying the feel of the Prime exploring his mouth.
Optimus slowly becoming lost in the feel of the kiss. He vaguely remembered what kissing Ratchet was like from before, but this was incredible! He wanted more. He allowed one hand to trail down the medic's back, enjoying the surprised groan that brought from the medic.
Ratchet was rather certain that he had finally won this game. He just wanted the Prime to get to the main part.
Finally, Optimus's logic circuits took back over, and he realized what he was allowing to happen. He forcefully stopped the kiss. "Ratchet, no! We can't do this!"
Ratchet sighed. "Optimus, aren't you tired of this little game of yours yet? You know that you want me." The medic leaned down closer to the Prime. "And you can have me."
Those words were like liquid fire to the Prime's circuits. It took all his willpower not to slam the medic onto his back and just take him.
But he still retained his self-control as he forced Ratchet off of him and backed away from the medic. "Ratchet, you're not thinking clearly. This is the mating cycle talking."
"Oh, I'm thinking clearly, Optimus. And I know that I want you to be the one to spark me." The medic moved closer.
Optimus realized that it was either give in to Ratchet or get the hell out of dodge.
He chose the second option and made a mad dash for the door.
Ratchet tried to intercept him, but Optimus, being the warrior between the two of them, easily dodged the medic and got out the door with Ratchet right on his heels.
Down the hall, Nemesis, Alpha Trion, Swiftwind, and Starlight had been walking and looked up to see the red and blue Prime heading right for them. On instinct, Nemesis and Swiftwind grabbed their mates before each jumped out of the way, flattening themselves against the wall as Optimus ran past. A moment later, Ratchet ran past them as well.
Nemesis had an amused look on his face. "It would seem that we have missed quite a few humorous moments."
Swiftwind grinned. "I'm sure we'll see more."
"Can't you two find something better to do than find your entertainment at Optimus's expense?" Starlight asked.
"No." the two replied.
Alpha Trion sighed. "You can see why they are best friends."
"Indeed." Starlight agreed.
By the time Optimus managed to retreat to his quarters, he was practically dead on his feet. He grabbed a cube of energon from the dispenser in his quarters before he downed it quickly. He then headed for his berth room, where he collapsed.
What a day! He had been cornered by the medic twice! And he had nearly given in to him the second time!
Optimus shook his helm. He needed this to be over with fast so that he wouldn't be tempted by the medic. Primus knew that if Ratchet had given him the option while not on the mating cycle, the Prime would have taken him to the berth in an instant.
As it was, the Prime had to run from him.
Maybe he'd get lucky, and Megatron would lead an all-out assault somewhere. At least he'd be able to get out of the base and get away from Ratchet for a while.
Optimus slowly allowed himself to drift off into recharge, his dreams filled with thoughts of Ratchet and of having a sparkling, a family with him.
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Swiftwind and Starlight are my OCs. I'll probably use them as Ratchet and Wheeljack's creators a lot.