Author's note. Written by me and the-writing-mew.

This chapter contains interface and pregnancy.

Enjoy and please review.

After the breakfast Prowl was sure of one thing...that Optimus and the spider became intimate... Very much intimate judging by her situation. And by her situation he meant the way she stumbled around or tried to hide it by using her spider form.

He needed to speak with Ratchet right now.

"Ratchet? Are you busy?" The cyberninja asked before entering.

"No, what is it, Prowl?"

"They did it." The youngest started and the medic looked up at him in confusion.

"They... Who did what?"

"Optimus and the spider... They interfaced," Ratchet's optics widened. "And by the look of it they did it several times."

"W-wait a second... What are you saying?" Ratchet was confused and in shock at the news... He hadn't expected for them to move so fast!

"They become intimate, Ratchet, and not just that... I don't know but..we know she was sent by Megatron so that means she must report to him her advances... If she doesn't he may track her here...to us...to Optimus and Valour..."

Ratchet didn't uttered a word still fully processing it, but Prowl took it as if he must continue. "You have no idea of the level of obsession that mech have on Optimus! We all underestimated it! Not even the Autobots are looking for us like he is! He's more interested on Optimus than in Cybertron or the Allspark!

"Fragg! The Autobots aren't even looking for us but HE IS!"

"Yes," Prowl said with a nod. "And with each passing year, the bounty Optimus's heads...and ours goes steadily up. There will be a lot of dangerous bots and other scum looking for us, and I don't know how long it'll be until they get wind of this planet. It's advanced so much, soon the humans will want to make contact with other planets. Their currently nervous of doing so right now but eventually, their desire will overcome their fear."

"Hmm," Ratchet grumbled, considering the problem at hand. "We'll have to talk to Optimus and probably her, trying to work out a solution to all of this. But we'll have to go about this calmly and rationally, one thing I know about first time lovers, they feel that they could never leave each other. If we demand they separate, they'll resist the idea and end up fighting us. And the last thing we want is to upset that Femme so much she might do something that gets Megatron's attention."

"That probably makes sense," sighed Prowl. "They seem rather smitten with other and judging by the way she was talking...their love making was rather passionate."

"Young love," Ratchet sighed. "Been a long time since this pile of old bolts experienced that."

"Do you miss being with others?" Prowl asked softly. Personally, he was very content on this planet, it was full of organic life, he had a family and he felt he'd achieved inner peace, something he'd previously failed to do while on his own. But he sometimes wondered if the others missed Cybertron life in general.

"Ah, only wistful thinking," Ratchet said with a wave of his hand. "This is a million times better than being stuck on asteroid clearing bridges, chances were I wouldn't have met anyone even if I was back on Cybertron. But you know...here my chances are zero of finding someone and even though I probably wouldn't have on Cybertron, there was only a chance!"

He smiled ruefully at Prowl and said.

"Don't listen to this old soldier, being a team and family Medic suits me just fine. Now, about Optimus and this Blackarachnia, it might be an idea to wait a little bit before we try to talk to them. Give them a chance to get over the initial passion, they'll be more receptive than if we talk now."

"Alright, if you think that's best," Prowl said. "But we can't wait too long or Megatron might get suspicious. We'll need to talk to them in the next few days."

"Don't worry, we will," Ratchet assured him before saying. "I've got to get some things ready for the camping trip, Primus help us if Bumblebee gets another branch stuck in his aft."

Later that cycle

"Bye daddy, see you soon," Valour said, giving his father a tight hug before running into Bumblebee's cab. "We'll take lots of pictures."

"I look forward to it," Optimus chuckled. "Stay safe and look after your uncles."

"I will," promised Valour as Bumblebee revved his engine.

"Bye boss," Bulkhead said as Sari and Valour waved goodbye from inside Bumblebee. "Have a good weekend."

"I'll try," joked Optimus as the little convoy finally set off.

Optimus waited until they were out of sight before scrumptiously glancing behind him. Was it wrong to be eager for night to come so he and Elita could...resume the previous night's discussion. He had never felt this way about anyone, when he was away from her he felt empty and when he was with her...he never wanted to leave her side. All he could think about was being in bed with her, ravishing that beautiful body, making her scream...

Maybe he should go and have a cold shower.

Oh yes... A cold shower seemed to be like a good idea in the beginning... But now that he was under the refreshing cold water he couldn't stop thinking about her... Or if she thought the same way about him.

Just behind him, the spider spied on him before transforming into her bipedal form and started removing her armour as a very much familiar ache constricted between her legs. Then, with the aid of her webs she entered in the tub with him after turning the water warmer.

Startled, Optimus turned to see what happened or who changed the configuration he set before his optics landed on her crimson optics... Then her bared chest... And lower... And lower. "Elita..." He whispered.

Before he could say another word she placed two of her delicate fingers on his lips successfully silencing him. "Shhh... Optimus... Make me yours..." She whispered sensuously and slowly closing the gap between them knowing full well that that can turn on a Mech faster than the finest fuel.

Her words, the way she told them plus her soft naked body against his was more than enough to transform him into another very much lust hungry mech.

Taking her by the waist he pushed her against him harder before claiming her mouth in his asking for entrance with his glossa before she let him in moaning as their wet appendages danced.

His hand reached up and down caressing her every inch which made her body heat up even faster and lubricant to sweep out from her achingly needy port in great amounts in excitement already coating her tights and legs. "Optimus... Please...!" She gasped.

"You... You really want this?" he forced himself to stop even if his metal stood proudly erect against her belly. "You're still sore and I don't want you to-"

She reclaimed his lips before biting and suckling them in need. "Yes! Please, I need you...!" She half gasped half moaned throwing her head back and displaying her neck to him submissively.

Optimus then reached down and bit and sucked in a weak spot in her neck before taking one of her legs around his waist and positioning his swollen and throbbing spike against her very much wet and shivering entrance before pushing all in in one fast and single thrust.

"Ooo-ohh! Optimus! Yessss!" She cried in bliss as he entered her again so deliciously, stretching her to exquisite levels that she was addicted to.

She'd slept with bots before becoming Blackarachnia and she'd had a normal Femmes needs and desires but she was sure she had never been this hungry. Maybe it was because it had been so long, maybe because she was a half robot, half organic predator, or maybe it was that Optimus was just so sweet and passionate but all she knew was that she never wanted this to end.

"Uh...Elita," Optimus gasped, groaning as his Spike was clenched so powerfully and wonderfully.

"Mmm," she purred and leaning down, whispered. "How many overloads can you give me in one sitting?"

Optimus moaned at the thought of overloading more than once and resolved to do just that. Grabbing her hips as she grasped his shoulders, he began to thrust.

Space.

The Nemesis.

Starscream groaned as he lay on the berth, feeling like his insides were going to completely contort into twisted metal. He'd successfully charmed his leader into letting him share his berth and now they were interfacing every night. Because of what happened with that accursed Autobot, Megatron liked to keep him confined to the berth but Starscream wasn't complaining. Megatron was such a strong, rough, domineering and passionate lover, he'd happily lie here chained.

This is what had happened the first few cycles but Megatron appeared to trust him a bit more now. Now, all the tying up was done when they were together and it made Starscream tingle all over with delight. Megatron was always rough to almost the point of cruelty in bed but he was much more relaxed as a leader. Even though he was still obsessed with that blasted Prime, he wasn't walking around in a black mood, he was more optimistic and had even started focusing on conquering Cybertron and perhaps locating the AllSpark.

Starscream had been describing all the things Megatron could do once they'd retaken Cybertron, their rightful home. They'd be able to take all sorts of slaves, those who'd more or less continue their original jobs of Medics, Energon crafters, builders, that sort of thing. But others...oh others would make wonderful little harem bots, they could regularly entertain their masters with dances and other performances. The little ones could serve High grade and other treats while the best looking could serve this masters in much more intimate ways.

Starscream wouldn't mind dominating a few beautiful slaves himself but he'd been careful to describe how the majority could please his leader. The games Megatron could play with them, the games they could both play with them, the positions, they could do literally anything they pleased all in the name of satisfying their own desires.

Needless to say, Megatron had been very taken with this idea.

"Urgh," Starscream groaned as another cramp brought him back to reality. He woken up like this and he was seriously considering a visit to the Med Bay, he couldn't interface with his master in this condition. If he took care of it quickly, hopefully it would all be cleared up by tonight. Yes, that was the best thing to do.

"Urggh..." He clamped his mouth shut with his hand as a wave of nausea invaded him before swallowing it all.

Weakly lifting himself from the berth he started after the door. Megatron will not come in yet and he finally decided to go to medbay since his tanks and him didn't seemed to be agree on anything.

"I just hope this problem is solved... And now!" He muttered in anger once he reached the passageways and walked, or rather stumbled to the medbay.

He was two rooms to reach his destination when two powerful arms closed around his waist and an also powerful torso connected itself with his winged back. A deep chuckle was next. "I wonder if I was too rough on my seeker last time?"

"M-megatron..." The seeker whispered and the other tightened his grip against his waist making him even more sick.

"I hope not... Who else will warm my berth in the cold and lonely nights?"

The seeker now growled desperate not really listening what his leader was saying ay all... But feeling his tanks ready to purge everything he consumed as he shook and squirmed trying to get free. "Megatron! Please... I.." He made a move that finally got him free from the other.

"Ahh...but my seeker... So eager you were last night and now-" Megatron started but was interrupted by the sight of his Second purging his tanks out without control that he couldn't even answer.

"What is wrong with you?!" The tyrant demanded now starting to get angry and once Starscream was done, with watery optics he looked up at him.

"I...I don't know...need to see Hook...Bleh!" He started again and closed his arms around his abdomen in pain.

Frowning, Megatron took him by the upper arm and guided him to the medbay before roaring. "Hook! Get your aft in here!"

Starscream suddenly felt cold and as if his world spin faster than it should. "Megatron..." He whispered before passing out.

"Hook!" He roared again and the medic hurried before seeing the limp seeker on his master's arms.

"My Lord! What happened?!"

"That is what I want to know..." He said threateningly.

"Now examine him," Megatron demanded as it was pretty obvious the Seeker had purged violently.

Hook quickly scanned him before his optics widened and he stared up at Megatron.

"My lord he is...carrying!"

Megatron stared at him before saying. "What?"

"He is carrying," Hook repeated as Starscream continued to lie limp. "That is why he is sick...I imagine it'll be a strong Sparkling but he'll need coolant to deal with the purging. And bed rest."

Megatron stared down at the limp Seeker in amazement before asking. "Can he still...interface?"

Hook glanced at him before saying softly. "As long as he is willing, then yes but I wouldn't recommend doing it for extended periods of time or anything that might stress his body. But yes, you can still interface with him my lord; no doubt it'll help to keep him in bed instead of trying to fly."

Megatron smirked triumphantly at this before lifting Starscream more securely in his arms.

"So my little Seeker," he said softly. "It looks like you have truly not disappointed me."

Another heir at long last and he did not think Starscream would fly him, as long as he kept his Seeker close which he had every intention of doing. And if he managed to find his whore and son, then his little 'family' would be complete.

Sometime later

Starscream moaned as he came awake, his tank felt empty and his body felt a bit weak. As he tried to sit up, a voice said softly.

"Lie back my dear Starscream, you need to rest."

"M-Megatron?" Starscream said in confusion, opening his optics to find himself in Megatron's quarters on the soft berth and Megatron sitting beside him with two cubes.

"How are you feeling?" Megatron asked with a purr, offering him a cube of coolant.

"Fine...I feel fine," Starscream said slowly, taking a sip. "I don't know what came over me, perhaps a virus..."

"Oh no, it is much better than that," Megatron said with a wide smile. "You are carrying, my dear Seeker."

"Carrying...I'm carrying?" Starscream asked in wonder, looking down at himself.

"Yes and you know what purging means," Megatron added. "It'll be a strong Sparkling; you've given me a child Starscream. Name your reward."

Starscream looked up at him and said breathlessly. "To never leave your side my lord, or your berth. I am yours to serve."

"Is that all?" Megatron said with a deep chuckle, tracing a finger over a wing, making Starscream shiver. "Well, I believe I can manage that."

He handed Starscream the other cube and the Seeker quickly consumed it, anticipation making his Port ache. He had done it, he could not believe he'd accomplished his goal so quickly, he was going to bare his master a Sparkling. And with any luck, it would be the son Megatron had always wanted.

"Lie back," Megatron commanded, moving so that he was above his Seeker who mewled in want.

Without Megatron ordering it the seeker's panel opened to reveal his very much wet and eager port.

"Always so ready for me to take...," Megatron purred deeply and the seeker moaned displaying his body in a submissive way spreading his legs wider and moving his head to the side.

The tyrant then took off his codpiece and allowed his spike to extend before slowly pushing in groaning as he buried himself into the soft and tight cavern of his seeker.

"Oooohh... Megatron...please...you're always so good to me...so big...," Moaning, Starscream said this while trying to buck his hips to get his leader and now lover to impale him deeper.

In what seemed like a loving gesture, Megatron reached down to suck on his seeker's neck at the same time he worked his hips in and out of the other slowly and gently.

The jet moaned and groaned feeling the tortuous slow pace massaging his soft and needy core before wrapping his legs around his lover's waist to encourage him to go faster but failing miserably.

"Me-mhh.. Megatron! Please! Make me faster...harder my lord! Aahhh!" He cried.

The one above chuckled and his deep voice rumbled against the seeker's frame like a pleasant earthquake. "No, my Star... Let's take this slow...for the sparkling...," He breathed against his audio.

Starscream felt as if was in agony at the slow pace. "D-didn't you said it will be a strong sparkling? It can handle some rough interface... Ahhh! Please!"

"It seems I was too fast and rough for far too long that you get used to that so you can't handle anything slow... I want to go slow now... Starscream... And for the sparkling... No matter how powerful it is."

The jet groaned...

He didn't want Megatron to go slow, he wanted him to go fast and rough, just the way he preferred it. But no, Megatron wanted to dominate him another way, by being slow and gentle. It just wasn't fair, he was perfectly willing to let Megatron go faster, the Sparkling would be in no danger.

"Master," he moaned as Megatron continued to slide his massive length in and out of the Seeker at a steady but not fast pace. "Uh...I want you so badly."

"Do you?" Megatron chuckled, enjoying the torture he was inflicting upon his Seeker. He took hold of the slim wrists and pinned them either side of Starscream's head but not going any faster. Starscream mewled and tried to buck his body but his effort failed. He was forced to wait as Megatron worked out a slow, sensuous overload.

"Isn't this so much nicer?" Megatron teased his trembling Seeker. "My little Seeker will be able to walk tonight."

"I don't want to be able to walk," Starscream complained. "I want you to frag me so hard I won't be able to move for several cycles, I crave your hard Spike pounding into me."

"Is that so?" Megatron said, sighing as he overloaded into his Seeker. "Well, if you like my Spike so much..."

He pulled out of his Seeker who mewled with want and rolled off him. As Starscream sat up, Megatron took his chin and guided him down between his legs.

"Show me how much you love it Starscream," he commanded softly. "And I may reward you..."

It was not necessary to be told twice as Starscream looked up at his leader without moving up his head before giving the spike a teasingly little lick. "Hmm..." He moaned before licking it again and suckling on it.

Megatron watched from above how his Second treated his member before this one took the head in his mouth and sucked and moaned as if savouring it which in turn seemed to arouse him further and making him hard again.

Then Starscream offlined his optics and took the base of the rod with both hands as his mouth and tongue worked the sensitive head, all the time moaning a deep tune that showed how much indeed the seeker loved what he got in his mouth.

The tyrant couldn't help it anymore and before Starscream deep throated him, he took his head up as he worked hard to not overload.

"Very good, Starscream," he panted and then took the other's mouth in his kissing him deeply and gently at the time he pushed the willing seeker on the berth again and set himself between his legs.

"But sometimes... I enjoy some little of... intimacy..", He purred before slowly and gently pushed back in.

Starscream's optics widened and he groaned in frustration and pleasure. "But... Master... You said...ohhh please!"

"Hmmm... I want to enjoy myself...not just overload as if this was a race...come on, Starscream...didn't you said you're here to please me?"

"Yes...Master... but...hmmm!" He tried to buck his hips against the other but it was impossible!

"Then I think I will need to re-educate you... Hmmm..." The leader purred as he slowly worked himself enjoying the ride every second.

"You live to pleasure me, my frustrated Seeker. So if I want to go slow, you lie back and moan for me and if I want to use you like a pleasurebot, you beg me for it. And if I want to play a little rough...you scream for me, understood?"

"Y-yes master," Starscream moaned, wishing he could convince Megatron to go faster but knowing he'd just go slow to torture him some more. "I...live to serve you, my master."

"I know," Megatron said softly. "Because you are mine Starscream and no one else's. You will never interface again with anyone unless I permit it. And even then, I will watch you as you frag some little slave, no one is going to dominate you except me."

"Yes master," Starscream gasped with a lot more conviction, feeling himself grow hot at the very idea...fragging a slave while his master looked on, what a thought. But he still wished that Megatron would properly dominate him, physically rather than mentally.

"Oh yeahh...!" The flier moaned at the deep and long intrusions as his leader continued telling him how much he owed him and owned him... And with time he started enjoying this, after all, he got the mech he wanted more than ever inside.

"Ohhh... Megatroooon.." He mewed before wrapping his arms around the other's neck and whispeered next his audio. "I only want you to dominate me... Master..." then reached for his mouth and kissed him deeply and long.

Megatron moaned in approval as he continued going slow into his submissive and impossibly wet seeker. This was good, he thought as he tried to remember the last time he looked for intimacy...

They lasted like this for hours, overloads building until their bodies seemed to explode and then did it again and again. It was wonderful...maybe he will order Starscream to do it more often...he felt even more sated than when they fragged hard and violently as his load had more time to collect and was thicker and better quality.

In the last times he even convinced Starscream to ride him slow as he tried to feel his son in the other's chamber and a few times he could swear he felt it... his son will be powerful... he can feel it... no..he knows it!

Now that they finished and that Starscream was deeply in recharge, he reached down to the seeker's chamber and touched his belly trying to feel his heir again...so small...but already so powerful. He couldn't wait to know him.

His heir will inherit a powerful empire and will possibly need the aid of his eldest sibling... Valour...

"My little Valour... I'll find you soon..."

Earth

"How was that?" Optimus asked as he and Elita lay naked together in his berth, exhausted after another interface. He honestly had no idea how many times they'd interfaced, it had been pretty continuous. After being in the bath tub with her, he'd managed to carry her back to his room where they'd continued to interface, first against the door, then on a table and finally on his berth.

"Wonderful," she said, snuggling into his board chest. "I feel like I could interface forever..."

"Same here," he said happily before asking. "So...do you think you might stay with us? I don't mean just for interfacing but maybe for us...to be a family?"

She considered this, saying. "It's...very tempting but...I don't know."

"I don't want to pressure you," he said quickly. "I just don't want to lose you again. I know it's probably selfish but I can't bear the thought of you going away, even for a short time."

She looked at him, he sounded really serious. He was certainly looking serious, gazing into her optics with something that could be...love?

"I think I...I love you," he said softly, cupping her cheek. "I want to bond with you, I want you to bare my Sparklings and I want us to be a family. But what do you want, Elita?"

"I...," she said rather breathlessly, this was so new to her.

"I... Optimus..." She looked down and her optics started watering. This is what she always wanted, for a lovely and handsome Mech to propose her... To tell her how much he loved her.

Noticing her distress, Optimus started to worry. "Elita... I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to disturb you...especially after everything I-"

She placed her delicate fingers on his lips again successfully silencing him, then looked up at him again. "Optimus... There's nothing else I will love to have in this universe...you as my bonded." Her tears finally running free. "I love you too..." She said in a broken voice. "I need you too... So much..."

"Elita..." He felt his spark give a jolt before reaching for her again and kissed her passionately and then moved back on top and between her legs and pushed his length back in watching her moan his name and how much he loved her.

...

Prowl wasn't a voyeur, but from time to time he came to check on them, and each time he did he could hear the couple moan and other sounds... He was starting to get worried.

If they don't stop, she might not be able to walk even as a spider he feared...even if it will be fun to see that.

"They are not done yet?!" Ratchet came wondering when those two will get over their infatuation, recover their processors and start talking about important business... Like the Decepticon leader.

"No," Prowl shook his head. "And now he asked her to bond," The medic's optics widened. "And she said yes."

Ratchet rolled his optics. "Young bots... Always interfacing like petrorabbits under the full moons." Then took the base of his nose with two fingers and sighed. "We only can wait now...if he asked her to bond and she agreed so fast it means they will be busy for a long while...which makes me think if they are protecting themselves..."

Prowl looked at the medic with a lifted optic ridge. "I don't think they are..." Then said optics widened. "Ratchet! That means...!"

"Yes... it means just that... Bah! Young bots never thinking in the consequences, just fragging their processors out!"

Prowl smirked. "I wonder if that ever happened to you...but it must have been a long time ago."

Ratchet's optics widened and he flushed slightly.

"Err...course not...," he mumbled as Prowl's sly smile widened. "Um, I'd better go and make sure the Med Bay's clean...if we're about to be overrun by Sparklings, I'll need to be prepared."

"You do that," Prowl said, extremely amused at his friend's discomfort. Prowl had interfaced before he became a Cyberninja but he had not felt the desire to since. In a way, living on Earth was perfect as he was not in the least attracted to the bots that dwelt here and he had no longing for a bot to come and sweep him off his feet. Perhaps sometime in the distant future he might desire a mate or just a partner but he definitely couldn't see that happening any time soon.

He glanced back at Optimus's door and decided that it was unlikely his leader would be 'discussing' anything important any time soon with his lady friend. He'd go and meditate in his favourite tree, see if any answers could come to him then. And try not to think about just what was happening in the room behind him.

Sometime later

Optimus gently kissed his soon to be mate as she lay sprawled out on his berth, gently sleeping. They'd made sweet passionate love after she'd accepted his proposal and it thrilled him to know that this was only the first of many nights they were going to have together. Obviously, they wouldn't be able to keep interfacing like this forever, he did have responsibilities but it was nice while it lasted. He knew Valour would be happy and he hoped the others would be too.

He resolved to talk to them all soon, something he should have done earlier but he'd been unable to tear himself away from his beloved. She had consumed his whole focus and he found it very hard to feel guilty about this. After all, it wasn't every day that he discovered his Spark mate. He hoped they could bond soon, he wanted to make things official...and it would give them a good excuse to go off on their own for a while...as part of their honeymoon of course.

Bending down, he kissed between her legs and she moaned before turning over and continuing to sleep. He chuckled, patting her aft and knowing he needed to pull himself together. A quick cold shower and then he'd go and get some Energon.

Minutes later when he was done, Optimus reached for a blanket and covered his naked lover, kissed her on the cheek and walked out of his room.

"I thought you were going to frag her into the next millennia!"

He was surprised by his old friend and medic, one who had no problems in saying what he was thinking. Behind him, Prowl covered his mouth to try and hide his amusement.

"R-ratchet?" He stuttered flushing madly.

"Thanks the Allspark Valour isn't here or he wouldn't have stopped asking and I would have needed to give him 'the talk' at such young age!" The medic continued barking at his team leader who stood there petrified at being discovered.

"Ratchet, come on, you can lecture Optimus later, now we have more important things to discuss," Prowl stepped in saving Optimus' hide.. For now.

"W-what's the matter? Please tell me that this isn't because she's a Decepticon-" Optimus tried but Prowl interrupted him by lifting his hand up.

"No, Optimus, we know how you feel for her...it is about Megatron," Straight to the point as always, Prowl stated and watched how his leader paled.

"Come on, kid, let's go to my medbay so we can talk properly." The old medic offered and with the aid of Prowl both Mech dragged the Prime there.

Once they reached the medbay Prowl started. "Prime, while you and Blackarachnia were... Ehmm...busy... I got into her ship and found news and information for the past years concerning Cybertron, the Autobots, the Decepticons, Megatron and us..."

The cyberninja informed his leader of everything he found and even gave him his opinion at the matter. "I want to know what you think we must do, sir?" he finished as he and Ratchet looked up at Optimus.

"I...," Optimus said hesitantly, it was a lot of take in. A part of him was hurt that Cybertron had basically written him off but he had expected it. And he supposed, it made things easier as they only had to worry about one faction looking for them.

"I'm not sure," he admitted. "I want her to stay, and become my Sparkmate. She'll be a wonderful mother to Valour."

"And a nice berth partner for you," Ratchet couldn't help but say, causing Optimus to explain. "It's not just that, she makes me feel things I never expected to experience. And I know she feels the same way, she's been badly hurt and yet she's taking the ultimate step with me. She isn't laying down any rules or condition, in a way, this is a big risk for her."

"We get that," Ratchet said with a nod. "But what we're worried about is that Megatron may be able to track her and notice that she is no longer exploring different planets. Our information suggests he is very angry whenever someone fails to find you and he may come here in order to find out why she isn't carrying to orders. And we know what'll happen if he comes here."

"Yeah," Optimus said with a heavy sigh. "But I can't just send her away, not like this. There must be a way we can throw Megatron off the scent without having to send her away. I...I love her too much..."

"You've changed," Prowl commented lightly. "Before, the slightest hint of danger would have sent you into panic mode but now you want to work out a compromise."

"You think I'm a bad father for being like that?" Optimus questioned, looking right at him.

"No, I just think your very serious about this Femme," Prowl stated with a shrug. "That's not necessarily a weakness, we just want you to realise that steps of some nature must be taken."

"I'll talk to her when she wakes," Optimus promised. "It's her ship, she'll surely know the best way to stop Megatron from tracking her."

"And you'd better take her along for a check up," Ratchet reminded him. "Or have you two kids been using protection?"

"I...uh...oh," Optimus mumbled, looking away with a flush as Ratchet flushed.

"That's what I thought," he said smugly. "Well, I know Bulkhead and the youngsters won't complain about a few extra Sparklings running about the place. And we've already got experience raising part organic Sparklings so we should be fine. Although any Sparklings you have with her would probably be more metal than organic as while she's half organic, your full metal."

"So, our Sparklings would only be...a quarter organic?" Optimus questioned and Ratchet nodded.

"That's my theory anyway."

Optimus smiled and said. "I think that will make Elita happy, she still wishes she was a full transformer. Have you...?"

"So far, I haven't found a cure," Ratchet said regretfully, shaking his head. "It was always a long shot but I can keep looking if you want."

"Thank you," Optimus said gratefully. "Is there anything else I need to know since I've been...out of it?"

"No, that's our only concern," Ratchet told him. "Don't wear that Femme out though."

Optimus turned to hide his flush, then walked away, after all he needed a cube for himself and Elita.

He also wondered why he was so hungry of her, maybe it was because he needed the reassuring and love touches from someone?

Thinking like this all the time he hadn't realized that he was already back in his quarters with two cubes; then he reached his berth and found her sleeping still...

...she hasn't awaked yet or taken a bath, so he could smell her sweet scent mixed with his own. That made him bit his lower lip and his optics dim in lust once again.

'What am I thinking?' He shook his head, this was not the time no matter how good she looked or smelled.

Then reached for her and caressed her head before kissing her cheek. "Elita, love? Wake up..." He nuzzled her cheek before kissing her lovely lips again softly... That only turned him on more as his spike reacted and tried to get free from its prison.

Fragg! It seemed another cold shower was in the list.

"Hmmm..." She mewed nuzzling back and responding to the kiss.

"Time to refuel..." He said with a great effort to hide his growing arousal.

The spider then on-lined her optics and found him kneeling in front of her with two cubes, then she sat and the sheet that was delicately covering her naked body ran from her displaying all her attributes to him.

"Don't tempt me, Elita... I don't think I will be able to resist..."

"Really...?" She said sensually before taking one of the cubes and probed at the entrance with her tongue before drink from it, never looking away from his optics... And worse, making sure some droplets of the fuel drip and fell from her mouth to her chest... And lower... And lower...

Optimus' optics were widened like a couple of plates before he snapped away from her spell and looked away. "Elita...we...we need...to...to talk... about M-megatron..."

The femme puffed her chest at that name making her swollen breasts to lift up and then down again... Then looked back at him... She won't let him get away from her spell so soon and even less if it was to talk about that afthole.

"What about him?" She learned closer and licks his audio before laying down back on the berth to play with the Energon that dripped on her chest and belly and moaned softly at the feeling of her own touch.

Optimus was visibly shaking and she frowned and smirked in triumph... She was close in reaching her goal... THEN AFTER they can talk about aftholes.

Her hands reached her tights and played with the Energon there before she touched herself lower and groaned moving her hips up and down showing her need... Her body was heating up so fast and she gasped once she finally inserted two of her slender fingers in her port moaning her lover's name and throwing her head back on the pillow displaying her neck submissively... "Optimusss... Ohhh..."

"Elita," Optimus groaned, he couldn't hold out much longer.

"Mmm, yes?" she said slyly, making sure he could see everything she was doing to herself.

"Your...," he said with a slight choke as she moved her fingers up and down.

"Impossible," he said lamely as he reached down and stroked her.

She grinned and leaned up to kiss him, brushing his lips with her lubricant coated fingers. He gently sucked on them before moving between her legs and she lay back against her pillows again, pleased that she'd managed to distract him. Before coming to Earth, she'd gone so long without a proper interface; she had some serious time to make up.

"Thank you," she murmured as he released his Spike and bent down to kiss passionately. It thrilled her that she could turn him on so thoroughly.

He moved to her neck and she purred with pleasure, he was pretty good at turning her on. She moaned as he caressed and fondled her breasts, he was so dominating yet gentle. Happily, she wriggled her hips beneath him, wanting to be connected to him once more.

"Will," he whispered, gasping as she fondled him in return. "...Will you be my Sparkmate?"

She gasped, could he really mean that?"

"I love you," he said seriously, optics glazed over in lust. "I want to be yours and you to be mine."

"Really?" the techno-organic whispered. "You really want me...for your sparkmate?"

"Yes," he stated firmly. "You're everything I could ever wish for, you're beautiful, funny, caring, clever..."

"I'm blushing," she smiled, flushing delicately as he smiled back.

"You...you don't have to give you answer yet," he started to say nervously but she grabbed him and pulled him down for a kiss.

"Yes," she murmured against his lips. "I'm yours Optimus, my body, my Spark, my everything."

He kissed her passionately for several minutes as their bodies came closer and closer. They were a little too wrapped up in their passionate love making for Spark Bonding but there would be plenty of time for that later.

A long time later, they lay side by side, Blackarchnia snuggled against her Mech sipping at a cube. He had his arm around her and dreamily lay there as their bodies cooled.

"Wasn't this so much better than talking about that afthole?" she asked with a chuckle.

"Mmm," he agreed with a smile. "All I really want to talk about was making sure he couldn't track you here, I don't want him getting mad at your lack of updates and tracking you down."

"We'll think of something," she said tiredly, taking another sip of her Energon. "We can go over to my ship later and see what needs to be done."

He sighed contentedly and kissed her forehead.

"Sounds good," he stated, thinking how perfect everything was. What made it better was that he'd just enjoyed a brilliant interface but Megatron was probably still fuming in an ice cold berth. Served the fragger right.

He started powering down in bliss when a loud and continuous bang-bang-bang at the door startled him...and her.

"What the frag?!" She cursed wrapping her naked body with the sheets.

"Come out you glitched overfragged youngsters before I throw down this door!" the angered voice of the old medic demanded from the other side.

"Ah... Uhh...I forgot it..." Optimus said to her a little embarrassed.

"What do you mean?!" The spider demanded, the previous post bliss spell was broken as the medic continued kicking the door.

"Ratchet wanted to see you...go now and take a bath," He said hurriedly kissing her lips. "I'll distract him..!" having said that he ran to the door to receive the medic who greeted him with a very angry scowl.

"Ratchet! Hi!"

"I didn't send you here just to frag her senseless again!" The old medic barked.

Meanwhile Blackaracknia tried to make her legs to respond properly as she heard them talk and finally she stumbled into the wash racks, turned the water on and started bathing.

Ratchet lifted an optic ridge as his highly sensitive sensors caught the sound of water and directed himself to Optimus. "Once she's presentable again, take her to my medbay," he hissed and walked away leaving Optimus alone.

The young leader then started the process of cleaning everything and picked up her armour and set it on the berth ready for her to use it again. In what take him to do so, she finished and stumbled out of the wash racks and found her armour and Optimus sitting on the berth.

"Let me help you..." He said taking her hand and guided her to the berth.

"Hmmm...Optimus, just took a bath and you're guiding me back on berth?"

He flushed deep with her joke before helping her with her armour... He was left mute as his optics continued roaming all over her body, then shock his head and finished.

"Come on, Ratchet wants to see you," He helped her.

"What about?" she asked curiously as he carefully cleaned himself of the last traces of their love making.

"Well...um...," Optimus stammered, wondering how to put this. "He knows we've been interfacing a lot and uh..."

"Yes?" she said with a raised optic brow.

"He thinks there's a chance you might be pregnant," he finished as she stared at him in shock.

"Pregnant?" she repeated dumbly. "Are you serious?"

"It is...possible," he said rather lamely. "We have been interfacing a lot."

"Yes but...I'm a Techno organic," she said as he helped her stand.

"Can you not have Sparklings with transformers?" Optimus asked curiously, hoping this wasn't true.

"I...well, I think I can," she said slowly. "I never really looked into it, I just assumed no one would ever..."

He took her hand and kissed it, murmuring. "This is one Mech who does want you. And if you are carrying, I'll be an extremely happy Mech."

She smiled as he lead her out of the room but her insides were fluttering with nerves. What if she really was carrying, could she cope with being a mother. This was all so sudden, she could hardly believe it. At least she knew that Optimus would never abandon any offspring they might have and defend them to the last, Valour proved that.

"Are you okay with this?" Optimus asked as they walked along. "If you are carrying?"

"I'm...I'm not sure," she admitted softly. "I never thought this could happen."

"I'll support you no matter what," he told her firmly. "I've got a little experience with Sparklings."

"How lucky," she laughed, leaning into his arm as they made their way along the winding corridors.

"Nice of you to join me," Ratchet said sarcastically as they finally entered. "On the berth."

As she obeyed, Ratchet said.

"I don't suppose you managed to get round to talking about Megatron."

"We did," Optimus defended as Ratchet brought out a scanner. "We're going to examine her ship later, make sure there's no way Megatron can track her down."

Ratchet didn't look like he really believed them but he left the issue alone for now. He had a possible carrying Femme to inspect.

She was nervous, what if she was carrying? She should have taken precautions not just let herself go in the passion of the moment.

However, the idea of carrying Optimus' child trilled her and excited her making her wonder what kind of offspring they would produce. Would they be like him? Perfect? Or like her, an abomination of Unicron?

The spider was shaking without noticing it and Optimus took her hand in his and kissed it softly as he looked at her lovingly; that made her smile.

Ratchet watched the couple for a few seconds before continuing... He really wondered when they will get enough from each other because he could see more interfaces in the future for this two. It wouldn't be a surprise if she was carrying more than one sparkling from the frequency those two fragged. Well, he knew that at least Valour will be happy.

Once he finished scanning her, he looked at the two of you sternly; first her, "You are carrying," and then him. "And you should have used protection!"

The couple stood there frozen as the medic continued cursing and yelling that they acted like a couple of petrorabits under the heavy influence of a heating program.

"Are you... Are you completely sure?!" Blackarachnia demanded as her face paled. "We just did it yesterday and today! ...and I don't have any symptoms..."

"I'm hundred percent sure! However, is too early to say it's gender or for you to have any symptoms, you will start having them once your whole body is aware of it, now is too early; and yes... There is a sparkling in you, get used to the idea."

She was in shock and her hand unconsciously travelled down to her perfect belly. Optimus came from behind her and hugged her against his chest telling her how much he loved her and how happy he was.

Blackarachnia looked up at him in worry; no matter how many times he told her he loved her and will never abandon her again or their creations, she was still doubtful.

"You're not mad?" She asked with tears in the optics.

"Allspark, no, never... I've told you and will repeat it forever, I love you, I love you, I love you SO much, I can't be mad at you for blessing me like this, with this gift of yours that I helped create... Something yours and mine..." He then learned down and kissed her passionately which of course she reciprocated gladly.

"I love you too, and yes, I will be your sparkmate, Optimus...," She kissed him back.

"What are you think you're doing? This is not a fragging place!" Ratchet barked. "Separate, now!"

The couple separated and grinned at him. "We won't make a mess..." She said smugly and the elder frowned and growled at her.
...

Later...

Ratchet sat alone in his medbay pensive. It was hours ago when they left and he gave Blackarachnia for her routine in exercises and refuelings to make sure she will be ok... Even created a special grade energon for carrying bots she will have to take regularly for now on.

But what worried him was not the fast way his leader got her carrying... It reminded him of something he left behind long ago, a page that he swore to never turn back again.

Memories filled his processor and he found himself unable to stop their assault.

A tear ran by his cheek as not every memory was kind or pleasant...

Sometimes other people's actions reminded you of what you did... the same those two did reminded him of something... but in his case there was not a happy ending at all...

And he left, never turned back... The only problem was that the past unfinished business can always hunt back.

Prowl was right...long ago...that was too long ago...

Author's note. How do Starscream's and Blackarchnia's pregnancies progress? What about their lovers? Find out next time, until then.