Here is chapter 3! And thank you for the two reviews! LOVED THEM!

Anyway, disclaimer: I do not own transformers prime, it belongs to Hasbro.

Warnings: interfacing in the chapter.

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Chapter 3

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Megatron couldn't sleep that night.

There was too much on his mind and he was brooding again into his memories. And to top it off his heat-cycle had just started. It lasted shorter now that he was older, but it was still so fragging annoying when it happened. He grabbed a few cubes of high grade energon, and flew down to one of his favorite spots on earth, where he usually went when he needed time to think and/or wait out his cycle.

He didn't show it, like some of his men, but Megatron liked earth. He liked its scenery, and natural beauty, and sometimes he found it as one of the reasons to hate humans because they destroy it at times. It was a small spring deep in the forest, as the sun was setting, the waterfall fell into sweet waves and ripples.

He took a spot by the shore, and sat there, sighing softly, before removing his heavy outer armor, and revealing his smooth and sleek body to the moonlight. A sense of freedom filled him, as he smiled and let the air cover his body.

His only peace and quiet. Where he could forget his worries, get himself drunk and feel like the young seeker he once was, always having fun, always with his friends for support and affection.

The sound of the waterfall sent a sense of calm through his being, and for once, he felt safe and wanted here.

He reached for a cube and drank it up.

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Optimus drove for hours, the moon glowing softly through the trees, as he watched their shadows going over his vehicle mode.

So much going through his head, so many questions and so little answers.

The moment the sent touched his olfactory sensors, he screeched to a stop.

Oh, he knew this scent so very well. He remembered when Ratchet would curse up a storm about it, when hundreds of horny mechs would come to his door, to get at the pretty silver seeker in the med bay, trying to get through his heat-cycle in peace.

A seeker's heat-cycle was not to be taken lightly. It enabled them to become pregnant without a spark merge, and it led to many unexpected pregnancies, and sexual harassment. Optimus took care to keep away from the med. bay during this period of time, because Ratchet usually had a very short fuse, and would snap at any mech who dared to try and enter, intoxicated or not!

Ratchet was the only one who could resist it, thanks to his years of training, and Megatron would never dream of interfacing with his adopted creator. And for some reason, Megatron never went to seek anyone out for relief either.

A seeker was very close by the strength of the scent. He decided to investigate, his processor clouded, as he made his way through the forest, following the scent.

The closer he got, the stronger the scent, and the more muddled his processor became by the oncoming lust he started to feel.

Then he saw the mech who was in heat, sitting there at the band of a small spring, lying on his side, wings out, and five empty energon dispensers. High-grade.

The seeker was drunk and in heat, and from Prime's experience, the two did not mix well. But he didn't seem to think about that. All he seemed to care about was the sensual and very attractive curves of the mech before him.

If Optimus had bothered to clear his processor and took a closer look, he would have recognized who it was immediately, but his instinct was overriding his logic.

He walked over.

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Megatron felt his systems heating up, and he was drunk off high-grade. His processor was completely blank, with agonizing want and need. He hated his heat-cycle, especially at its most powerful stage. Drove him fragging CRAZY!

And it was times like these he wished he was back on Cybertron, in the med bay, with his adopted creator keeping guard at the door, and making sure no mech or femme got past.

He gasped, when he felt something touch his waist and smooth up his side. He gave out a strong shudder, and mewled.

Ooh that felt nice….

His olfactory sensors picked up the scent of a mech behind him. He let out a strong purr, as he felt those large hands caress his wings. He mewled, and turned over on to his stomach, as those wonderful hands massaged his wings and back.

He let out small mewls and chirps, then whined a little.

He really should be trying to figure out who it was, why they were there, and what they wanted. But all that went through his mind was overloading as many times as possible, with whoever was caressing his back so gently. He heard a low, rumbling purr, and he purred back.

Then, he felt a warm, strong torso pressing against his back, and the large hands move to his front.

He felt something warm and hard press against his pelvis. Immediately recognizing what it was through feeling, Megatron retracted his pelvic plating.

When he was breached, he keened up to the skies. No movement was made, as he adjusted to the position. He trembled gently, before his mystery lover leaned down and kissed the side of his helm. He reached up to trace his claw like fingers along his lover's helm, as kisses were pressed to his neck, and soft chirps and clicks of comfort filled his audios.

Then, he felt the mysterious mech thrust, and he felt a pleasure he had never had the honor of feeling, shoot through his systems. He purred, smiling at how gentle his partner was.

No one had ever treated him like this, or held him like this. The mech relieving him was saying something, but he was so lost in the haze of pleasure, Megatron didn't hear him.

Then, the two both released with soft cries, and mewls, before they collapsed, and fell into recharge. Their positions changed, so that they were both on their sides on the ground. The mystery mech pulled out, and then wrapped his arms around Megatron's waist. Megatron could still feel the strong chest against his back, as he slowly allowed nothingness to cloud his processor.

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The first thing Optimus felt when he woke up was a soft pounding in his helm. It was still night time, but the moon was hidden by dark, thick clouds.

He felt something warm in front of him, and he on-lined his optics.

He kept himself from crying out when he saw that lying there beside him, fast asleep, was a silver seeker. One he knew very, very well, and he felt his entire face heat up in a blush.

He slowly pulled away immediately.

What the slag was he doing in the middle of a forest with Megatron?

He shook his head, before he turned and ran away as fast as he possibly could, grumbling to himself, as he tried to think over what might have happened earlier.

Little did he know that right now, growing within the Decepticon's gestation chamber, was a new life forming within.

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Hmm...wonder how Ratchet would take this.

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