Pairings:

MegatronxOptimus Prime

WheeljackxBulkhead

RatchetxIronhide

SmokescreenxBumblebee

BreakdownxKnock Out

JazzxProwl

ElitaxOptimus Prime

SoundwavexBlaster

Warnings: kissing, mentions of interfacing, violence, fluff, possibly sadness in future chapters, birth, and mpreg. And mentions of rape.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters.

Megatron purred loudly as he held his mate close. Optimus had been working at the computer, researching to find a weakness in the High Council. The Prime was working too hard and Megatron wanted him.

"Please Optimus. I need you," Megatron begged cutely.

"Very well. But then I must get back to work. We must find a way to take down the High Council," said Optimus, finally giving in.

~~~5 weeks later

Optimus woke up with a sudden urge to purge his tanks. He checked the time and realized it was just past midnight. Megatron laid snuggled up to his frame with a small smile on his scarred lips. Optimus quickly got up and stumbled to the washracks and purged his tanks out. Megatron woke up to the sound of a sick bot. He got up and walked to the washracks, where he saw his mate trembling as he purged quiet violently.

"Optimus," Megatron called out softly, "are you feeling well? Should I get Ratchet?"

"I, ack, woke up with the need to purge," said Optimus. "I rushed in here just in time."

"I'm calling Ratchet. It can be serious," said Megatron, sending a private message to the medic.

A soft knock came from their door shortly and Megatron opened it, letting Ratchet in. Optimus continued to purge, but a bit of purple fluid joined in the mix. Ratchet got down to his son's side and rubbed his back until the purging stopped. Optimus shuttered his optics closed and took in shaky breaths.

"Let's get you to the berth now shall we?" Ratchet questioned.

Optimus obeyed and got help from his mate onto their berth. Ratchet turned on the lights and started to scan the large mech. A red light appeared from his chest down to the top of his pelvic. He checked his scanner for the results and shook his helm.

"There are two things going on," said Ratchet. "For one Optimus has two little sparks attached to his own. The next is that because of this, his systems have contracted a severe virus that will make it much more difficult during his carrying term."

"He's sparked?" Megatron asked. "Are you certain? Will the virus harm them?"

"The virus will not harm the sparks or the growing sparkling bodies. It will however effect Optimus. He will have symptoms that are purging, dizziness, weakness, more recharging, the strong need to interface, sudden pain in his spark, overheating, and more exposed to having attacks. The medicine he is taking will only work at half power, but I wouldn't take more than what he already does. It could endanger the sparkling," Ratchet explained. "I will have to keep a close optic on him at all times. You will need to be around him at all times. It will help his spark stay calm. And his carrying period may be a bit longer for the sparklings to finish forming."

"Alright," said Megatron.

"Megatron... I need you," Optimus whimpered.

"His symptoms have already hit him hard. I shall leave you two alone. Better not leaving wanting," Ratchet smirked.

"Ha, ha," said Megatron. "Just leave. I must attend to my mate."

~~~morning

Megatron came out with a few blue and red streaks on his front, but he didn't mind. He held a cube in one servo and a datapad in the other. He sat down near the monitor and continued to read while sipping at his energon. The humans were awake and playing their games or watching Bulkhead and Wheeljack lob. Ironhide and Ratchet were at the monitor, Ironhide gripping Ratchet's aft ever now and then, making the medic squeak and glare playfully at his mate. The sparklings were in a blocked off area so that they wouldn't go wonder off. Swoop was in there with them. Skyfire watched over them with care while he and Perceptor worked on some equations for projects they were working on, such as Synthetic Energon. Other than that, the other members were mingling around the large area.

"Ironhide! Stop!" Ratchet growled, but his mate just wrapped an arm around his waist and grinned.

"Why? Do you like it?" asked Ironhide.

"I'm trying to work. Optimus cannot because of his... condition right now," said Ratchet.

"What's wrong with Orion?" Ironhide asked, sire instinct kicking in.

"I will inform everyone once Orion gets out here," said Ratchet.

"I shall go get him now. It's about time he gets up to refuel and take his medicine," said Megatron.

The silver warlord got up and walked down the hallway to the very end. He punched in the code and walked to the berth. Optimus was just waking up, purging into the bucket that was set nearby. He rubbed his mate's back as the purging stopped.

"Come, you must take your medicine and get some energon in you," said Megatron.

Optimus nodded weakly and leaned heavily against his mate. Megatron kept an arm around his waist as they made their way back. Megatron set Optimus in his previous spot and left to the medibay to get the medicine and energon. When he came back, he helped Optimus take them. Ratchet kept his gaze on the monitor, but glanced at his son every so often. The other bots had noticed and Grimlock was the one to question him.

"You feeling alright?" asked the larger mech.

"No I am not Grimlock," said Optimus.

"What wrong?" asked Grimlock.

"May I get everyone's attention please? Thank you. I wish to inform you of Optimus' condition right now. For one he is sparked with twins. The second thing is that he has a severe virus that won't affect the sparklings, but will affect him greatly. We must help him whenever he needs it," said Ratchet. "I do not have further information at this moment."

"Me Sludge take care of big brother," Sludge said.

"Us too," said Snarl.

"Thank you. I will need a lot of help, especially during my carrying term," said Optimus.