Way over due for a new chapter, what can I say my life has been crazy. Medical stuff galore, tests and surgeries, so much to deal with and I'm no better, actually I'm worse than ever. I've nearly lost my house, I've had my utilities turned off and am fighting to even keep water and electric on which there is no living without, my mom is oxygen dependent and will die, plus we would have no access to any kind of food without electricity. Water, yeah thats another must have, flushing toilets, showers and drinking wise. Still fighting for some kind of income and being driven insane in the meantime. Oh and my dog died a few weeks ago. So yeah thats my excuse. But I am hoping to have new chapters down quicker, if at all possible. One new exciting thing though, I'm writing m own novel, you can find the prolog on my blog along with lots of manga stuff and yummy yaoi pictures.

One more new thing, from now on I will be blocking all spammers and flamers, really people grow up! And to the rest of you wonderful readers, thank you and enjoy :-)

Merry Christmas!


Chapter 9

The sound of voices woke Sam from his fitful sleep and though he couldn't make out what they were saying he could tell by their tone of voice that whatever it was it was important. It took every ounce of strength he had to force his eyes open. He groaned, the influx of light was too much and he instantly regretted opening them at all and quickly shut them tightly. He could hear the faint sound of movement in the room and then a familiar voice was calling to him.

"Sam… Sam are you alright?" The prime asked with concern in his voice.

The teen hesitantly opened his eyes again and looked groggily at the Prime "What happened?" he asked, his throat dry and his voice horse.

"You passed out" The prime replied.

An immediate blush bloomed on Sam's cheeks, 'how humiliating, I cant believe I really passed out' he thought. "uh… sorry" he mumbled out loud.

"No Sam its my fault, I should have been more careful with you" The Prime replied guiltily.

"Its not your fault... I'm just not use to it" He tried to placte, face getting redder by the second. This was so embarrassing.

An irritated "ahem" came from somewhere behind them, the sound catching their attention, they had all but forgotten Ratchet was there.

"If you two are through, Sam needs to consume some food and then you should resume your… activities" The medic remarked with what could only be amusement.

Sam's face went five shades darker, he could swear that Ratchet was enjoying this, perhaps a little too much.

"Ratchet isn't that a bit too soon for Sam, especially after losing consciousness" The Prime questioned worriedly.

"Ordinarily yes it would be better to give him more time to recover, however this is no ordinary situation Prime. Sam needs as much intimate contact as possible... I brought you a few things, more lube and some other items that might make it a bit more enjoyable" Ratchet said pointing to a plain brown box sitting on a human sized desk off to the side of the room. "Well I'll leave you too it then" he added with a smirk.

Once again they were alone. Optimus turned his attention back to the boy still very much concerned about the humans state of well being. He watched as the teen shifted uncomfortably and then tried to push himself up. Sam winced as an intense pain shot up his spine. He let out a loud pitiful whimper and his strength gave out. A strong arm caught him, wrapping around his back, supporting his weight and keeping him from collapsing back onto the bed. The primes gaze a mix of quilt and concern as he looked at the boy.

"I'm okay Optimus, really… Just a little tired and sore" The teen tried to assure.

"Sam I know very well that you're not alright… I'm sorry" The Prime apologized sadly. He was suppose to be protecting the boy not hurting him.

"Seriously Optimus, its alright I know you were as gentle as possible… I'll get use to it" Sam mumbled the last part, looking away with a blush.

The Prime didn't respond only continued to hold the human upright, but Sam knew he was still blaming himself. The heavy atmosphere was eating away at him, making his anxiety grow by the second. He needed to say something, but what, what could he possibly say to make this situation any better, to dissuade the Primes guilt. He was completely lost in his thoughts, he shifted his body absentmindedly trying to get a bit more comfortable and relieve a bit of his pain. He let out a surprised gasp as he felt something wet and sticky ooze out of him.

"Sam, are you alright?" the Prime immediately asked worried, but the human didn't respond or even acknowledge his presence.

Sam was trying to wrap his mind around what was happening, 'it', he couldn't even bring himself to think the word, was still there, still inside of him, but how, he assumed it would disappear after leaving the Primes holo form, but it hadn't and now it was leaking out. But wait… what if it wasn't 'that', what if it was blood, what if something tore inside him and he was bleeding, but that was impossible, if it was Optimus would know and Ratchet would have certainly known. Or maybe it was a combination of both, it did hurt an awful lot at first. His mind was running wild with what if's.

"am… Sam… whats wrong?" The Prime asked almost frantic.

The teen finally pulled himself out of his haze enough to answer. "...Oh… Um… it's… it's nothing" He stuttered biting his lip.

"It can't be nothing, I was calling to you for a good five minutes. If there's something wrong please tell me. Should I call Ratchet?" Optimus questioned.

"NO… No please don't call Ratchet, I'm fine really" The last thing he needed was for the less than tactful medic to show up now. "I just… A shower, I just need to get cleaned up, that's all" he added hurriedly, hoping he could get out of this with at least a little of his dignity intact.

"I see" The Prime replied eying the him a bit sceptically, but relenting. "Ratchet gave strict orders for bed rest, so for now I'll get a towel and wipe off your body" He added before disappearing into a door off to the side of the room.

Sam froze, 'wait, what did Optimus say… wipe me off?! Oh no, no, no… thats… he'll see… no he can't' he mentally panicked.

Soon enough the holo reemerged with a wet towel in his hand and he made his way over to the teen. "WAIT..." He shouted. The Prime stopped and gave him an quizzical look of confusion."Umm… Really Optimus you don't have to go to all that trouble, I… I can do it myself" He rambled trying to sound convincing.

"It's no trouble Sam. Moving would only cause you more pain and discomfort and use unnecessary vital energy, you could futher injury yourself" The Prime responded nonchalantly, not giving the boy a chance to protest further.

The touch of the moist towel to his skin sent a shiver up the teens spine. The cloth glided over his upper body, cleaning away the remnants of their earlier activities. Every movement, every swipe of the fabric sent an electric current through him, his cock twitching in response. 'This can't be happening, there must be something wrong with me' he thought. The blanket covering his lower body the only thing hiding his arousal and impending humiliation. He felt the holo gently tugging on the blanket, trying to move it out of the way. Sam grabbed it quickly, clutching it for dear life, "No" he blurted out loudly, wide eyed and fidgeting nervously.

"Sam whats going on? You're behaving strangely" The Prime demanded watching the boy worriedly.

"N, Nothing… Really its nothing" He stuttered hastily.

""If you say so… Alright turn over then" The Prime instructed.

"What?" Sam squeaked.

"I need to finish cleaning you up" The Prime answered.

Before Sam even knew what happened he found himself turned over on his right hip and stomach, the covers sliding off in the process. He groaned and his face went 5 shades darker in shame. He hid his face in a pillow, his dirtied backside and hardened front clearly visible and he felt more liquid trickle out.

Optimus stared down at the boy and chuckled at his cute reaction. "Is this what has you so flustered?" He teased grazing a finger over the wet hole, "Or maybe it's this?" he asked in that all too sexy voice sliding his hand to the boys front.

"Optimus?!" Sam shrieked feeling the hand close around his hard length.

"Sam there's nothing for you to be embarrassed about" The Prime said soothingly.

"Easy for you to say, you didn't get hard just from a sponge bath… Optimus you don't have to..." He mumbled into the pillow, barely able to suppress a moan.

"Shh… It's alright, just let go and enjoy it" Optimus cooed gently rolling the teen on his back and once again wrapping his hand around the throbbing member.

Sam gasped, his hips faintly bucking at the contact. The hand slid up, down and around at a slow languid pace. His breathing increased and his body twitched, shivers running up and down his spine, it felt impossibly good. Before long that wonderful hand sped up its movement, wanton moans flew from his mouth, his body writhed and quivered in pleasure, his fingers fisted the sheets, toes curled, pre-cum dripping. His whole body was flushed, eyes half lidded. Heat coiled in his stomach, he was so close. "Plea… se… Opti...mus" he begged. A finger circled his tip, dipping down into the slit, sending him over the edge. He screamed out the Primes name, spasms violently racking his small frame as he rode out his release. A moment later his eyes slipped shut, exhaustion over took him and he drifted off into the darkness completely unaware of the kiss lovely placed on his forehead or his body being gently cleaned, dressed and tucked back into clean sheets.

xXx

The next few days consisted of nothing but sleep, food and sex, lots of sex. Sam had slowly started to regain a bit of strength. He was in no way healthy yet, but it was enough that upon his insistence he was finally allowed a trip to the mess hall, under strict supervision of course. Optimus was by his side making sure no harm came to his human, a hand firmly caressing the small of the boys back, keeping him steady and safe. They had just made it the door, only a moment away from entering when they were approached by a very solemn looking Major William Lennox.

"Sam I" The major tried but words failed him, his eyes downcast and saddened.

The pair looked at the man with confusion, wondering what could possibly have their friend so upset. They'd been through so much together and never once had he had this look, a look that spoke of only pain and disbelief.

The solider steeled himself and spoke again, "Sam, I'm so sorry, we just received conformation that the plane your parents were returning on from Paris has crashed… There were no survivors"

Sam's whole body went tense and rigid. His mouth opening and closing several times, but he couldn't speak, he couldn't make make a sound. He was quickly pulled against the Primes chest, hand rubbing what should have been comforting circles on his back, but the teen couldn't even feel them.

"How did it happen William?" The prime inquired.

"The plane was shot down over the Atlantic by an F-22 Raptor" The major replied gazing sadly at the teen.

"Starscream" The Prime spat darkly, the Decepticon would pay dearly for this.

Sam Listened numbly to the conversation, his state of shock keeping him from really comprehending it. Then it all came crashing down on him like a ton of bricks, his parents, Optimus, the all-spark, everything. 'It's my fault, Starscream killed them because of me… its always my fault, everyone I love keeps getting hurt and its all because of me' The teen mentally screamed. "Oh god" he murmured. "It's not true, it can't be… they can't be..." He choked out brokenly, his body quivering in the holos arms..

"Shhh, everything will be alright" The Prime had hoped to be consoling.

"Alright… Alright" Sorrow gave way to anger and pain, he had to lash out at someone, "Things are never going to be alright, how could they… My life is so screwed up!" The teen shouted, trying to pull away.

"Sam..." Optimus said alarmed, holding onto the human to keep him from hurting himself.

"Don't, just don't, I don't want to hear it, I don't want your pity" Sam spat out venomously.

"I don't pity you" The Prime rebuffed.

The teen gave an irritated snort "Of course you do, why else would you be doing this, sleeping with some worthless freak, I'm nothing but an obligation" Sam couldn't stop the onslaught of hurtful words, his voice rising with every word and blue flecks dancing in his hazel eyes.

"Sam, that's not..." Optimus tried but was abruptly cut off.

"YOU SHOULD HAVE JUST LET ME DIE" The teen screamed in anger wrenching his arm away and back straight through the glass door.

Sam Screamed in anguish as the glass shattered into a million pieces, raining down on his arm and cutting it to ribbons, shards embedding themselves in the lacerations. Blood ran down in rivers and the human collapsed wailing in pain. The Primes quick reflexes the only thing keeping the teen from falling face first onto the hard glass covered ground and further injuring himself. The human screamed, sobbed and shock in his arms, bleeding to death right before his eyes. Sam needed help… Fast!

(TBC)


Author's note: And there you have it, poor Sam. I guess Optimus will just have to clear up a few misunderstandings. Until next time.