Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Generation 1 or Ironhide's first line from Michael Bay's first Transformer's movie.

Warnings: I should probably warn you that there's more dialogue than interfacing going on in this chapter. There's also MechxMech. Optimus/First Aid and many other implied pairings.

Jazz spent the rest of the solar cycle 'teaching' First Aid how to seduce a mech in his quarters. He felt confident that First Aid could seduce Optimus without a problem. That said, Jazz commed Optimus immediately after First Aid left. He needed to tell Optimus First Aid's sensitive spots before First Aid seduced him. It was only fair of him to do so. What kind of third in command would he be if he didn't warn his Prime about a future seduction?

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First Aid charged in the office as Optimus raised an optic ridge and simply turned his chair toward First Aid when he walked toward him. First Aid then proceeded to sit so that his knee joints were on either side of Prime's hips on the chair, put his arms around Prime's neck, then leanned down and pressed their lip components together. Apparently watching Carly and Sam 'make out' in the rec room that one horrifying evening a few months ago did have its advantages.

"The doctor needs to examine-nnh." He tried repeating a line from his dream in Prime's audio, but it was pit fraggin' hard to act sexy for three reasons. The first reason being that First Aid didn't exactly go around seducing 'any mech in need', as Jazz once oddly put it. Secondly, this wasn't Jazz he was seducing. This was Prime...Therefore, he could get fired for attempting to seduce him. Thirdly...it is actually quite difficult to seduce a mech when he's laughing at you. "What?" First Aid asked as his energon boiled in his fuel lines.

"I was waiting for you to tell me what was wrong. Now..." Optimus shifted. First Aid took the hint and stood up, expecting to get a lecture, only to be shocked when Optimus spun him around and pushed him down onto his desk roughly. "Does First Aid require aid?"

"You..." First Aid let out a squeak before groaning when Optimus groped his aft and bit down on a cable in his neck. "How-?"

"I am neither deaf nor blind, First Aid," Optimus chuckled out in response. "I heard you in the med bay and you've been acting oddly. The fact that you asked Jazz for assistance in seducing me was also a hint."

First Aid sighed. I should have known that Jazz would report to Optimus. First Aid borrowed a human gesture and blinked in shock when what Optimus said settled into his processor. Wait a nanoclick... "You heard me?" he squeaked. Hm...he was doing that alot.

"Not on purpose," Optimus chuckled again. The heat from his vents had Aid wiggling beneath him. "I don't typically listen for mechs interfacing in the med bay storage closet whenever I walk in."

"I-I-I-Um...Sorry..." What else what he was supposed to say? "I didn't mean to hear anything..."

"It's fine, First Aid. Everyone deserves a break in a solar cycle. It just turns out that you, Ratchet and I had the same extracurricular activity planned to relax."

First Aid snorted in amusement at that. Extracurricular activity...Interfacing is not a sport!

Optimus lowered so that his lip components touched First Aid's audio. "Is something amusing, First Aid?"

"N-no sir..."

"Really?" Optimus whispered seductively before licking First Aid's audio. He lifted First Aid's arms above his head. "Spread your legs," he said huskily before finding hidden cables to tease. First Aid gasped before doing as he was told. He heard a distinct clicking sound afterward. He was bound to the desk with metal cuffs that had been created so that...Why were these installed in a desk of all things?

Focus! his mind screamed at him. This wasn't right! He was supposed to be seducing Prime, not the other way around!

"Really now?" First Aid froze at the way Optimus looked at him with a raised optic ridge. Scrap...Did I say that out loud? "You should know First Aid...that I am always the dominant one." He proved his point by claiming First Aid's mouth.

First Aid whimpered into his first kiss before shivering and gasping when Optimus pushed his glossa inside his mouth, glided his glossa across his denta, and explored every corner of First Aid's mouth. Sweet Primus, thought First Aid when Optimus finally gave him room to breathe. First Aid gasped for air desperately. His body was officially flushed to the core and his face felt like it was being held over a pool of magma. Optimus smirked down at him, which had First Aid holding back a gasp. Sweet Primus, sweet Primus, sweet Primus...Oh sweet Primus help me. He'll send my spark to the Well of Allsparks if he keeps looking at me like that! "What?" Aid asked softly when Prime continued to stare at him.

Optimus' smirk softened to a genuine smile. "You're awefully defensive for someone who has interfaced with Jazz recently."

First Aid looked everywhere but at Optimus. "A-Actually...w-we n-n-never..." Primus, not now! He screammed mentally when a small amount of optic fluid started forming in his optics.

Optimus lowered himself and held the side of First Aid's face. "What is it, First Aid? You can tell me."

Primus, thought First Aid when the optic fluid slowly started to spill over. "We never...really interfaced."

Optimus looked confused...which would have been undeniably cute to First Aid if he wasn't crying and bound to a desk at the moment! "I know you both overloaded. Ratchet's scanners and Red Alert's vid file show that."

Ratchet, you are going to be offline in the next twenty four hours. Red Alert...be prepared to be scared off the Ark for a solar cycle with Inferno. I don't care if you are paranoid, you two are going to bond! "W-What I mean is...W-w-we...I-I...our...we never...Our cables never connected or were revealed, okay?" He whispered.

"Why do you think that that matters to me?"

First Aid looked at Optimus at the angry tone in his voice. "I-I-"

"I don't care if you've had experience or not, First Aid," Optimus said gently before drying the optic fluid on First Aid's face with his glossa. "You are a dedicated soldier under my command and I will not allow you to stress yourself over such matters."

"Y-Yes sir..."

"Optimus," said gently.

First Aid was about to repeat his name normally when Optimus decided that it would be a brilliant idea to trace his codpiece and port. "Optimus," First Aid groaned.

"I will gladly be your first if you will give me the honor, First Aid," Optimus whispered sincerely in First Aid's audio.

"Y-Yes," First Aid whispered.

Optimus gave him a metal smoldering kiss while removing First Aid's codpiece. He moved his mouth down to First Aid's spike and gently put it in his mouth after teasing Aid by tracing it and watching First Aid groan, moan, and arch his hips as years of sexual tension rolled off him in waves. This was First Aid's first time. Therefore, he would do this slowly so that First Aid could relish the experience-

"Optimus," First Aid groaned. "I-Inside...Now."

Optimus blinked before chuckling. The vibrations made First Aid even more into a mess than he already was. So much for that idea, thought Optimus in amusement as he straightened up. "Tell me if you want me to stop," Optimus said seriously. He knew that First Aid was anxious, but he didn't want to hurt him. The profound number of colorful curses sent his way at that had Optimus staring at First Aid while tracing and pumping his own spike in order to prepare himself for Aid. He could've sworn that his audios had picked something up about how he would go to the Well of Allsparks if he didn't hurry up. He's almost as bad as Ratchet, Optimus thought absentmindedly.

"Optimus," First Aid whimpered. "Please."

"Of course, sweet spark." Optimus leanned down and gave him a long kiss while pushing himself into Aid.

First Aid blushed and moaned as he took Optimus' length. Why was everyone calling him that?

"It's only logical to call you that considering how sweet a medic you are. Well, in comparison to Ratchet."

First Aid whined and tugged at his restraints in a desperate, completely useless attempt to cover his face. He just had the terrible vision of Prowl interfacing with him instead of Optimus. Optimus raised an optic ridge when First Aid let out a low whine before groaning loudly himself when First Aid's walls clenched around his spike.

First Aid bucked upward as much as he could under his restraints. "Move," he growled.

Optimus was in no position to ignore the request.

Author's note: Ratchet hits the author over the head with a wrench. "Ow! Geez, what was that for?"

"Don't stop it there!"

The author smirks. "I'm sorry Ratchet...Were you enjoying it that much? I'll continue if you ask nicely."

"Ironhide."

Ironhide points his cannons at the author. "You feeling lucky, punk?"

Heck yes!

Ironhide and Ratchet watch as the author faints in a puddle of her own blood after swooning in a fangirl manner. "What was that about?"

Ratchet smirks. "Beats me."

"Oh I will."

"Ironhide I'm working!"

"So?"

"Good point."