Disclaimer – I do not own Transformers Hasbro does this is just for fun I do not under any circumstances make any money from this. Transformers Prime/Bayverse, and also the cover was made by BlueStar19 and also helped with certain scenes.

A/N – Predacons rising does not exist in my story, and Predaking was not created by Shockwave he is actually the last Predacon in my story.

Summary - Two unlikely beings the last of their kind, a Prime and a Predacon become mates and form the strongest bond that Cybertron had ever known but on Earth... Follow their unlikely bond through trials and tribulations...

The Prime and the Predacon series – book 3 – last book

Chapter 1

Predaking onlined and smiled. Right next to him still in recharge was one of the most beautiful mechs he had ever seen. Optimus recharged on his back, a peaceful look on his face. The larger mech sat upon his side, optics trailing over that frame he loved so much. Reaching a servo out, Predaking ran it over sensitive areas, moving it in-between Optimus' slightly spread legs. The valve panel popped open for him, Optimus moaning but not waking. Predaking smirked. Oh, he would make sure his mate was awake.

The Predacon would concentrate only on his mate's anterior node. No penetrating that sweet valve. At least, not yet. He would arouse the Prime so much that he would overload on the spot as soon as his spike was in him. They both had the day off, so they might as well make the most of it. The dark mech planned to overload Optimus more times than ever before, to bring pleasure to his mate.

He loved Optimus so much, he had almost lost the mech he desired so much. He had marked his Prime as his, and when he did the Prime had a lot of pain in his valve from it because marking a mate for a Predacon was different. The valve was marked and then he marked him in another area which showed Optimus belonged to him and him alone.

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Predaking saw Optimus still in recharge. It was past noon and the Prime was still in the berth. That worried the large mech, thinking something may be wrong with his mate. Did something happen? Was he really sick? What could it have been? The beastformer commed Ratchet to come to their berthroom, going over to sit on it and rub Optimus' back and side. Weary blue optics onlined at the touch, dimly looking up into amber ones.

"My love, are you feeling all right?" Predaking asked.

"Tired," Optimus mumbled, wanting to go back into recharge.

"No, do not fall back into recharge. You have been for most of the day. You need energon," said Predaking, getting up to go to the energon dispenser in their berthroom. He returned with a cube, having Optimus lean against him when he moved behind the smaller mech. He gently fed Optimus the energon, taking it slow as not to upset his tank and having him purge. "Ratchet is on his way over," Predaking replied.

Ratchet would make him have a slagging exam, oh Primus he hated exams.

As if on cue, the medic came into the room and went to the side of the berth. He took his scanner out, the beam going over Optimus' frame. It beeped with the results, Ratchet looking at them curiously before grinning and cursing inside his helm.

"You fragging petro-rabbits," Ratchet said. "I can't really get mad, not with this. Congratulations you two. Optimus, you're carrying twins."

Optimus just stared at his medic with a blank look, processing the new information. He was sparked. He was sparked! It was a blessing from Primus himself. He looked up to Predaking, seeing the larger mech also surprised and very happy. The dark mech nuzzled Optimus lovingly, purring a bit. They may be hybrids, but he will love them. At least the Predacon CNA will continue on for another generation.

"I-I've always wanted to carry," Optimus said, a servo going to his chest. "A carrier. Ratchet, I'm going to be a carrier!"

"Yes, I know," Ratchet laughed, "You better get some more energon in you. We will make sure you are taken care of so that the sparklings will grow healthy. And of course, that means more interfacing for the transfluid to help create their protoforms."

Predaking smirked at that. More interfacing? Oh, this was a dream come true. He sank a bit at the next words.

"But gently! We don't need Optimus damaged at all or else it could affect the protoforms," said Ratchet, glaring at the two. "I mean it."

"Very well Ratchet," said Optimus.

Optimus shivered at the private suggestions Predaking was giving him. Ratchet looked at them suspiciously, shaking it off.

Ratchet knew it would be a rough time sparked with two sparklings, and then two sparklings growing inside the incubus chamber in there for a year. The first year they are in the incubus chamber and then the last part of the time they went into the Gestation tank.

It was a good thing he was a Prime.