A/N: Guys! I saw on Wikipedia – yeah, I know, not really reliable but whatever! – that Cade Yeager is going to be a character in the next two Transformers movie. Just…imagine…all the…Yeager Program…. My God, it'll be beautiful (totally quoting Judge Doom and I have no regrets). Anyway…here's the next drabble! R&R. Enjoy!

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Rip

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"Cade."

Cade heard Optimus call him from the bedroom. Spitting the toothpaste foam from his mouth, he called back.

"Hold on. Be there in a sec!"

He quickly rinsed his mouth out with water and spat it out before he turned off the faucet. Cade hadn't been all that thrilled that Joshua had gone overboard – overboard in his opinion anyway, not Tessa's or Shane's though – and had given every bedroom in the house its own private bath. There were five bedrooms, so that meant there were five bathrooms up stairs. Seven in the house total, counting the one downstairs and the one in the basement (who had a bathroom in the basement in the first place? Joshua Joyce, apparently).

Laughing at how ridiculous the entire thing was, Cade stepped out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Optimus was in his holoform and sitting on the bed. Dressed in his usual blue and red flame cargo pants and black shirt, Optimus looked perfect to him. Hell, even in his other modes, he looked perfect to Cade but then again his opinion was biased when it came to Optimus.

Cade walked over to Optimus and stood in front of him, smiling down at him.

"What's up, big guy?" he asked.

Optimus gazed at him with those breathtaking blue eyes of his. Cade had always been hypnotized by those eyes. They, along with Optimus' voice, drew him in and held him captive, and he had been more than happy to remain that way. Right now, as he stared back, Cade saw that familiar glint in those blue eyes. It was the same glint that Optimus always got whenever he was feeling frisky and it was a tell that Cade thought was both cute and erotic.

He watched as Optimus extended a hand and grabbed his shirt. His fist clutched around the material and Cade felt himself being pulled even closer to Optimus, his body wedged comfortably between his significant other's/lover's/boyfriend's thighs. Cade felt Optimus' hands go underneath his shirt, his knuckles brushing against his skin softly as his fingers curled around the inside of his shirt.

"Cade, this shirt…take it off. Now," Optimus growled seductively, leaning in to kiss Cade's lips.

A low moan escaped Cade as their lips met. No matter how many times they had kissed, he would never, ever get tired of kissing the Autobot leader. It was something he had often dreamed of while Optimus had been gone, but he had never in his wildest dreams ever imagined that it would actually happen, ever. Needless to say, he was more than happy when their first kiss had happened and he had cherish every single kiss since then and treated them all as though they had been their first.

Cade suddenly felt a pressure on his shoulders and then it happened.

Riiiiiip.

Optimus had tugged on his shirt so hard that he tore it. Breaking the kiss, Cade looked down and saw that his shirt was in tatters, some of it still hanging off of his body while a few strands and pieces were on the floor. A low groan from Optimus caused him to look back at the man and he saw Optimus shake his head as a hand covered in his.

"Hey, don't worry about it, Optimus," Cade reassured him as he knelt down and cupped Optimus' face with his hands. "It's just a piece of clothing. And it's not like it wasn't going to come off anyway." He chuckled a bit, but Optimus didn't join him.

Even in his holoform, Optimus was incredibly strong. All of the Autobots were and even though they had had a lot of time to practice how to control their strength, they still made teeny slip ups every so often. It was hardly anything major; usually just tearing something, like a shirt for example, or accidently breaking a coffee mug or plate, or puncturing a tire. Things that didn't caused anyone to get hurt and really weren't that important. But that didn't mean that the Autobots, Optimus included, didn't feel bad or guilty over them. One time, Bumblebee nearly short circuited his holoform device – at least, that's what Cade referred to it as – when he accidently killed a bird while swinging a baseball bat when he, Shane, and the others were playing baseball in the field. Yes, it had been sad, but it was an accident. Even now, three years later, Bumblebee was still very hesitant about playing the sport and would strike out purposefully just to be sure nothing or no one got hurt.

This wasn't a bird. This was a shirt. Granted, it was the fifth shirt Optimus had torn, but it was a freaking shirt. Cade had a shit ton of them and having to get rid of one was no big deal, literally. That did nothing to comfort Optimus, though. The shirt wasn't even the issue, Cade knew this. What was the issue was that ripping the shirt reminded Optimus of what he was still capable of even in his holoform, such as…being able to severely hurt Cade if he wasn't careful. While Cade had received a few bruises due to Optimus loosening his control – they were all caused while they were in the sack, so it was no big deal, especially since Cade liked it when Optimus got rough – that was as worse as it ever got.

That didn't matter to Optimus. The fact that he could seriously harm Cade or anyone while in his holoform was a heavy weight on his shoulders. And Optimus had had enough of that crap, in Cade's opinion.

"Optimus, stop worrying about it," Cade said, almost pleading, his brow furrowed in worry and concern.

"I…cannot, Cade. Being with me could get you killed," Optimus mumbled, his voice thick with emotion.

"Optimus, in case you've forgotten, I've willingly risked my life for you and the Autobots more times than I can count and I'd do it over and over again, too," Cade told him, being firm but gentle. He pried Optimus' hand away from his face and looked into those bright blue eyes. "And if you're the death of me, then I'd die a happy man."

"But…"

"No buts, except yours," Cade grinned for a second before his expression turned serious. "Optimus, don't think that you don't have control because you do. If you didn't, I'd be dead. But I'm not. And why is that?"

When Optimus didn't answer, Cade went on.

"It's because you have more control than you realize. Don't let your fear interfere with us, Optimus, please," Cade pleaded. "You left once. If you let again, that'd do more harm than your hands ever could."

"Cade…" Optimus said softly. "I am sorry." Cade smiled at him and kissed his forehead.

"Don't apologize, big guy. It's just a shirt. And as long as you're here, everything's fine. Everything's going to be fine," Cade said and kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you, Optimus Prime."

Optimus pulled him in close and kissed him passionately. Cade moaned and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He could feel the insecurity and fear that Optimus exuded but he also felt the love and loyalty and hope and faith that he had as well. When Optimus pulled away, he pressed his forehead to Cade's and gave him small, soft smile.

"And I you, Cade Yeager."

"We're going to be fine," Cade reassured him again before he kissed Optimus.

Now that he was shirtless, there weren't as many articles of clothing in their way and that meant that they could get into it sooner. Cade was starting to think that made it'd be better for Optimus to just always tear his clothes off. Literally.