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A week or so later, Scourge was in his office, going over things regarding Jungle Planet and also trying to figure out just how to make Optimus belong to the dragon bot. Then, Scourge was hit with a powerful urge and a wave of lust. Scourge recognized the issue right away – his heat. Knowing so, Scourge left the office area, passing by Undermine and Brimstone, who smelled the hormones and knew exactly what was going on. They let Scourge go, as there was only one way to relieve his heat, and both were glad this time Scourge had someone other than them.
Meanwhile, Scourge entered his quarters and was thoroughly pleased to see Optimus sitting on the berth, though Scourge didn't know Optimus was worried about his teammates and friends. Optimus wasn't exactly in the mood to frag, but that would soon change. Scourge licked his lips, his presence finally felt by Optimus, who looked to the bot to figure out just what was going on. Scourge quickly made his way over to Optimus, the hormones flowing off the dragon bot.
Optimus, caught off guard, soon moaned just being in the presence of the Scourge. Liking this sound, Scourge planted a hot kiss on the Prime's exposed lips. And while Scourge did that, he pinned Optimus down and began rubbing the bot's body. Optimus, saturated with the potent hormones, soon revealed his own stiff spike though he didn't realize it and also opened his virgin port. Scourge smiled at the sight before revealing his own stiff spike. Scourge used his hand to tease Optimus stiff spike and wet port. Optimus moaned in pure pleasure and submitted himself to the dragon bot. Scourge recognized it instantly.
Soon, Optimus was laying down on the berth and moaning as Scourge licked the hot stiff spike and teased the wet port of the Prime. Scourge loved hearing the pleasure filled moans and continued teasing the Prime until Optimus was close to overload. Then Scourge stopped, frustrating Optimus, who whined as he didn't get to overload. Scourge just smirked before plowing his stiff spike straight into the needy Prime. Scourge started and stopped a few times before just going to town on the Prime, bringing out all kinds of pleasure filled sounds from the Prime. Optimus, lost in pleasure, enjoyed this as Scourge went wild.
Unsure exactly how Optimus felt, Scourge encouraged the bot to beg. "Oh, Optimus. I can't read your processor. You need to tell me what you want" Scourge said.
Optimus looked up at the bot, lust in his optics. "P-please" the Prime began to beg.
"Please what my mate" Scourge replied, smirking.
"Please frag me and make me yours, my king" Optimus breathily replied. Pleased with the answer, Scourge continued to frag the needy bot, and soon brought them both to a hard and overdue overload. Optimus and Scourge both cried out in pleasure.
Once the pinnacle passed, Optimus was gasping for air as they cooled off and Scourge snuggled close to the bot. Scourge possessively said "mine" and Optimus replied tiredly with "yours, my king." And soon, Optimus was out cold. Scourge was pleased that his had claimed his prize and that his heat was over. One thing that Scourge had failed to account for was that Optimus still had very strong ties with his Autobots and desperately wanted to return. But the Scourge was just happy to finally have found someone worthy of himself and so he curled up next to Optimus and slept. Other worries could wait for another time.