Servant

by MissCHSparkles

AU. Megatron has successfully conquered Cybertron and now he demands tributes. Unfortunately for a young Prime, he is that tribute and now must become the consort to the emperor and becomes Sparked. By chance, he manages to smuggle his offspring out so that he might experience the freedom his carrier has been denied. But what will happen when Valour's path crosses that of his Sire?

22. Chapter 22

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

Sorry for taking so long to update, I'll try to make sure the updates are quicker.

Enjoy and please review.

Medbay...

"Uhh..." Angelwings groaned in dizziness at all the painkillers he received before and after being beaten to slag by the Emperor and Ratchet.

He was alone in here...

...or so he thought.

"Is he awake?" A little voice whispered.

"I think so..." Another one whispered.

Groaning, the older mech tilted his head to the side he heard the noises.

"Angel?" Tried Valour.

"Hmm?" Was the answer.

"Sorry if I got you in troubles..." Apologized the mechling.

"I told you...to not...do it...yet..." Barely whispered his mother's boyfriend to-be.

"I know... It's just that... You said it was fun and... I wanted to see."

The shuttle shook his head still without onlining his optics.

"If a sparkling interfaces...there can be complications...you can hurt yourself badly...or hurt your partner..." He vented, then continued. "Your body is not ready...and...in the hypothetical case you and Slipstream try...you can get her with spark at such age...you can kill her..."

Both Valour and Slipstream gasped; but the shuttle continued.

"If she...or the newspark survives...she will be permanently damaged...and the newspark will be a deformed monster..."

Now the sparklings were horrified. How can it be so fun if it can cause all of that?!

"That is why its an adult's game only... Only adults are physically prepared for it... And those risks doesn't exists at all," Finished the tired shuttle.

Slipstream and Valour looked at each other in worry; but she had other questions.

"Dominating and interfacing are the same?"

Silence followed for a moment before he answered her:

"It is if interface is involved... It can be pleasing as every interface must be... But it can be also rape if the dominant bot is not careful or doesn't cares about hurting their partner. Most times bots likes to be dominated."

They frowned. "Rape?" Repeated Valour. He heard that word before...his blue optics widened... "Mama said sire raped carrier in their bonding night."

This time Angelwings onlined his optics fully and looked at his little counterpart sadly... After all, if his calculations were right, he was the product of said rape.

He calculated his words carefully before answering him: "He did... Unconsciously...your carrier was a virgin and your sire was desperate to claim him...to interface with him that he was careless."

Like everyone in Autobot High Class, Angel knew that piece of the story... And that it was the reason why the Consort abandoned Valour where his sister can find him.

"Valves are very delicate...especially virgin valves because they were never used and the owner doesn't have an idea on how to use it... When a hard spike pierces a virgin valve can be painful if the spiking mech is not careful... Your sire was not careful and hurt your carrier more than just physically."

Valour tilted his head to the side not getting the last part.

"Having someone inside you is...is...a big deal...especially for the first time. Some bots traumatize themselves for a life if their dominant partner is not careful... That's why your carrier was unhappy all this years before he and the Emperor finally spoke sincerely about his feelings."

Valour considered this before asking: "Did you rape my mama?"

His optics offlined as he considered answering. But his silence said it all.

"She doesn't looks unhappy," The mechling continued slowly.

Amgelwings smiled sadly. "Your mother is a strong femme... Dominant and masterful... A hiccup like that will not stop her. But please, don't believe I don't regret it... I do... However, unlike your sire I was careful and made sure she enjoys herself... I guess that helped her a little to not break down."

Both sparklings nodded, satisfied with his answers.

"Let me know when you wanna play with mama... I promise to not interrupt."

Angel looked at his beloved's son with tears in his optics before saying from the spark: "Thank you."

Both sparklings now hugged him, careful to not hurt him or reopen his wounds.

This mech seemed in desperate need of love... Something they oozed with this days.

"But please..." Angel suddenly said. "Promise me you will not touch your girlfriend until you're much older."

Valour nodded his answer.

"Good," Angelwings said, wincing as a stab of pain shot through him. "Your Sire and grandfather would kill me if that wasn't clear."

"Did they hit you?" Valour asked in concern, gently touching his cheek.

"No more than I deserve," Angelwings assured him. "I didn't realise you were too young to know, I was just...trying to have a conversation with you."

"I think you're doing really well," the young sparkling stated firmly. "I had a fun time with you and...it was kind of interesting learning about interfacing. But I won't do anything until I'm older."

"Neither will I," promised Slipstream.

"Good, it'll be better for everyone in the long run," the shuttle assured him, shifting on the berth.

"Do you need anything?" questioned Valour kindly.

"No, I just need to rest," he replied, he was beginning to feel he'd really misjudged this sparkling. Despite his not so subtle hostility, this little Mech was still being kind towards him and making efforts to be friendly. Even though he wasn't actually related to her, Angel really saw Red Alert in her son.

"I...," he began, clearing his throat. "If your creators allow me, which they may not, to continue spending time with you, I'd like that. I want to learn to be a good Sire."

"Of course," Valour exclaimed. "You could come with us to the orchard, we were going to pick the fruit and make some things with them."

"I would like that but I must ask permission first," Angel said softly, he as growing tired. Sensing this, Slipstream said gently. "We'll let you sleep."

"Yeah," Valour agreed. "You get better soon, then we'll play together."

"I will," promised Angelwings, wondering if he'd be allowed near the sparklings again.

...

Wasp snuggled his creations as his mates took a nap in their quarters. It was okay, after all he wished to speak with his beloved friend whom he'd not seen in a long while.

And here she comes...

...so beautiful...

...walking as if she floated...

...with a lovesick face and glistening optics...

...with another mech's scent on her!

Wasp's antennae's rattled in rage at the idea. She couldn't be with another mech! She swore to never let another lay a finger on her after what Hotrod did!

Then what does this mean?!

"Elita?" He tried reaching for her. His three sparklings were attached to him, looking at her curiously.

"Yes...? Oh! ...hi Wasp..." The spider lady said absently before focusing on his offspring. "Are those your famous little creations? I've heard a lot about them... And like how they like to sneak out to explore."

Wasp's wings lowered. He could smell interface fluids in her... Actually can smell that she came at least four times... And her partner seven times inside her!

He was stunned.

"They're adorable!" The technorganic femme cooed and the little creatures made odd like giggling sounds.

However their sire was not as amused as they were.

"Elita...you...with another mech?" He tried.

The spider only looked at him with her four optics on her head. "Why do you ask?"

"Because Wasp can smell him... In you...," He said shyly.

She smiled, but was about to answer when...

"Elitaaaa!" An aqua coloured femmlimg jumped the femme eagerly and hugged her tightly.

"Hello there my little femmefriend," Elita said. It's been a long time since they had seen each other to speak about boys.

Wasp however was not happy with the interruption.

"Elita with another? Why Elita?" He said sadly.

She glanced back at him as Slipstream snuggled into her warm chest armour.

"I don't feel uncomfortable with him," she said after a moment's thought. "He is calm and collected, a completely different personality to Hot Rod's."

She said the last bit rather wryly.

"I'm not sure I can fully explain it," she said gently. "Except Prowl and I just clicked, he makes me feel safe but also...passionate."

He felt his spark ache with sadness, he still wished that he could be hers but she appeared perfectly content with this...other.

"Do you have a mechfriend?" Slipstream asked eagerly, sitting in Elita's lap as the older Femme stroked one of Wasp's creations.

"I guess I do," Elita agreed with a small nod and smile. "His name is Prowl, he is an Autobot Cyberninja."

"Cool," Slipstream exclaimed, she'd heard about them. "Have you seen him fight?"

"I've seen him spar," Elita said. "It's extremely fast, their moves, you wonder how they can be so graceful while fighting."

She smiled as she thought about him, he really was something. Very disciplined and focused on his studies although he could display annoyance if something wasn't going right with his training. But he had a love for all natural things which she appreciated, especially as he didn't treat her like a specimen to be studied and analysed. He simply accepted her for what she was and lusted for her just as much as she lusted for him.

Thank goodness Cyberninja's weren't forbidden from forming relationships.

"Hello cutie," she greeted as another of Wasp's creation approached her, smiling widely.

"He likes you," Wasp stated, lifting his son up, stroking his back. "You're like them..."

Elita nodded, it would make sense that these sparkligns would gravitate to another techno-organic. Although of course, they were more robotic than her and once their forms appeared, their appearance would reflect this. Like everyone else, she was very curious about what they would look like.

"What's it like being a Sire?" she asked Wasp.

"Good," he said as his creation squirmed in his grasp. "Feels good."

He paused before saying. "Wasp love creations, Wasp care deeply for creation's mothers too."

"Are you going to bond with them?" she asked.

"Wasp no know," he admitted.

"There's no rush, I'm sure you'll work something out," she said encouragingly as he suddenly said. "Will Elita have creations with lover?"

This made her stare, she hadn't really thought about that. After her miscarriage, she hadn't thought she'd ever be with another Mech so future sparklings hadn't occurred to her. But she supposed it was a very real possibility with all the interfacing she was doing with Prowl. She would need to speak about it with him, while she felt she would want sparklings at some point, right now it might be a good idea to use protection.

"Wasp smell him," Wasp told her. "Elita might get creations soon..."

"I bet they'd be beautiful," Slipstream declared, making Elita laugh and kiss her.

"Thank you," she said gratefully. "And Wasp's right, I will need to keep an optic on that."

Wasp wondered what creations of his and Elita's would look like. Surrounded by his other creations as he was, he felt sad that this probably wouldn't happen. Also without forgetting that his femmes disliked Elita's presence. Somehow they felt jealous of her and her only.

"The medic said that it can take years for my body to recover after that miscarriage and that now I won't be able to spark no matter how much I try," Elita informed them. Wasp felt even sadder when heard that.

"But that also means you can have all the fun you wish! You can make love to your boyfriend all you want without worrying about protection like my carrier!" Suddenly Slipstream offered leaving both adults petrified at her comment.

"What...? W- what?" Stuttered Elita.

After all, no sparklings should be speaking about such things.

"Sweetspark... Speaking about interfacing is... Inappropriate," Elita offered with a worried glance.

Slipstream caught it immediately. "Oops... Sorry... I didn't meant to offend you... Sorry..."

"It's okay, but don't do it again," The spider lady said making the sparkling nod fervently.

Meanwhile Wasp was sad. He really loves Elita but destiny made them apart. The femme wasn't even aware of his feelings towards her.

"You're so squishy!" Cooed Slipstream hugging one of his sons. The mechling just purred and snuggled in her embrace. Elita chuckled.

Well, it really didn't mattered if Elita was happy and if this mech made her happy... But if he dared to hurt her, he swore he will kill him.
...

Angelwings was finally released from medbay. He was still a little sore and now Valour was guiding him towards where he and his mother lived.

Once there, he made the mech sit on their berth and said: "Wait for her here... She will finish cleaning herself soon," And with that he left leaving the confused young doctor behind.

He was tired anyways and his soreness wasn't helping, so, he laid back onto the big, comfy bed and offlined his optics.

Why would Valour bring him here? His bed was bigger and much more comfortable.

Meanwhile a frustrated Red Alert left the bathroom. She self-serviced but the overload she forced from her valve were not strong or good enough to sate her... She hated to admit she needs a good, big and hard spike.

"Uhhh!" She groaned as the thought only made her tight...

...but then...

...right on her berth was just what she needs so desperately. But... Is he... Recharging?!

And how in Primus' name he got in here?!

Bitting her lower lip she reached for her cabinet, opened it and took some of her gems and veils. She smirked.

Once she was ready, climbed on top of him, straddled him and rubbed her pelvis with his own. Her valve lubricated quickly and she mewled, reaching for his wings in an attempt of awakening him.

Something warm was on top of him... It smelled good too... And...was it kissing him?

When he onlined and focused his optics, he thought for a moment he was dreaming... And perhaps he was.

His spike escaped into the beauty's hand on top of him and soon was pressurising... And soon her eager, tight, welcoming, wet and burning hot valve was engulfing him whole... Sucking him deep.

"Ooohhh... Red..." He moaned as she chorused her own sound of bliss.

"Mmm, Angel," she moaned, leaning down to kiss him. "I need you."

Those words if nothing else were enough to cause him to grasp her hips and start to thrust into her valve. Her gems sparkled merrily above him, she knew how much he loved seeing her wear those and the veils.

"I'm glad you came," she purred down to him as he gasped at the tight, squeezing sensation of her valve. "But I am a little surprised."

"Oh...uh," he mumbled, barely able to summon a coherent response for her.

"Y-your son brought me," he finally managed and she stared at him.

"Valour brought you?" she repeated, how had that happened?

"Yeah, he collected me from the Med Bay," Angelwings explained, still thrusting up into her. "He took me into your quarters and asked me to wait for you, I was tired and I...well...fell asleep."

She stared at him for another moment before laughing gently.

"Oh Angel, you can be really cute sometimes," she said, gently stroking his cheek. "Are you still sore?"

"Only a little," he hastened to say, he did not want to stop what they were doing.

"Maybe I should give you a massage," she suggested in a sultry tone. "We could heat up some oil..."

"Sounds...really good," he had to admit. "You're not still mad at me?"

"I was," she told him. "Valour should not have learned that so soon but I accept it was a mistake. I'm happy you've been trying to talk with him."

"He's...I think I can see why you love him so much," Angelwings told her with a small smile. "He's been so kind to me despite everything that has happened. I know I've been selfish but he somehow looks past that."

"Valour is very special," she agreed. "That's why everyone who knows him loves him so much."

"I can see why," he said, his hand suddenly moving to where their sparkling was growing. "Do you think I can be a good Sire?"

"I do," she said kindly, kissing him before saying. "Now, I want you to frag me good and hard Angel or I won't be happy,"

"Yes my lady," he said delightedly and threw himself into the task in hand with a lot of enthusiasm.

...

Much later, they were inside the estate's bath house enjoying each other's company. Because shuttles were so big, it made sense to simply design a suitable bathhouse than installing massive baths in every room. Angelwings had often bathed alone, even amongst his own family, he hadn't felt especially comfortable bathing with them.

But with Red Alert it was completely different, particularly when she was rubbing heated oil into his sore joints.

"How does that feel?" she asked with a knowing smile.

"Exquisite," he sighed contentedly. "Thank you."

"No problem," she said, pouring some more oil onto her hands and then rubbing them into his left inner thigh. "I want you to feel better."

He smiled and leaned forward to kiss her.

But suddenly she stopped moving and her head felt heavy, so she rested it against his shoulder while venting for air.

"Red?" He asked worried.

She just grunted as an answer then sat on his lap.

"You don't seem very well..." He tried as she paled by the second.

"I'm... Ok..." She managed to gasp. Now her limbs felt heavy and her optics offlined.

"I- I better take you to the medbay..." He hurried now taking her half-conscious frame up in his arms.

He hadn't even worried about drying himself or her.

Once in the medbay he scanned her and found out that their sparkling was consuming a lot of her energy. That confirmed it. It was a shuttle and she will need bed rest.

Some femmes can handle walking around here and there while carrying shuttles... Others can't. Also, he will need to be gentler when making love to her... No matter how much she demands him to do it harder.

Red Alert seemed to have passed out onto the medical berth. He sighed.

Angel was worried about her and hoped she can survive this... After all, if she doesn't, he may not survive as well... His spark will not bear her lost.
...

"Hello..." Bee found himself face to face with the three technorganic sparkling as he carried a trail of sweets for the femmes in the gardens.

The little creatures sniffed at the air, smelling what he had.

"Umm... I... Better go..." He tried but the sparklings forbid him from leaving. He gulped.

...they started getting closer.

"Uhh... S- stay away! This... This is for the girls there and... I don't know if you can consume it! I don't want to be responsible for your health!"

His warnings fell on deaf audios as they continued stalking towards him making odd, hungry noises.

Bumblebee's circuits frizzed in fright, he turned on his little heels and ran away for his life with the trail of sweets.

The three siblings seemed to growl in annoyance and started after him. However their little caterpillar like legs were forbidding them to get him... Which was frustrating.

But then one of them growled and rolled on the floor while also scratching himself. His siblings followed his example at the same time they continued doing those odd growling sounds.

Meanwhile Bee reached Moonbeam; he was grasping for air.

"Are you ok, sweetie?" She tried as he held up the trail for dear life.

He nodded and offered her the sweets.

"Thank you...but... What happened?" She tried.

"Uh... Well... Nothing really... It was just those three technorganic sparklings trying to get the sweets I was carrying... I don't know if they are allowed to consume them... I don't want them to fall ill on me."

Skyfire's mother smiled and caressed his face making him smile.

Later, as he offered all the ladies some threats and some even lifted him up only to snuggle -again- he was heading back towards the palace. There were some remaining sweets and he will save them for later...

...however.

"And who are you?" He suddenly exclaimed when three sparklings crawled in front of his path suddenly.

He'd never seen them before... However they seemed very particular.

Their optics were big, the biggest blue he'd ever seen, their colours were bright and they possessed little claws at the end of their little fingers, very much like seekers do...

In their heads were antennae's and in their backs some odd little panels. Besides those details, they looked perfectly normal sparklings.

"Ah!" One of them said pointing at his trail with the remaining sweets. In her mouth Bee could devise little pointy fangs.

Once again he was stepping back as the three crawled towards him.

"Oh no! No, no, no!" This sweets are not for newsparks!" He explained, but the three seemed to not care. He walked back and they crawled faster...

...and soon he was running again with the chasing, crawling, but fast newsparks after him.
...

One of Wasp's mates was looking for their sneaking creations before finding something that had her screaming in horror.

There, on the floor were three things that resembled their sparklings, but seemed like flat and empty.

She lifted them up and cried for help. What happened to her son?!

"Baby?" she tried but there was no response from the lifeless shell.

She screamed again, her spark filled with panic over what might have happened to her precious son and his siblings. Rosebud and Orchid were soon rushing over, having hear her screams. And soon they were also screaming at the sight.

"What could have happened?" Orchid exclaimed, near to tears.

"I don't know...I've no idea," Greenleaf said helplessly before a distance shriek caught he attention.

All three Femmes froze, their panic momentarily forgotten as they listened to the cries of someone calling for help. And very distantly, they thought they could hear some faint chirps. Instinctively, they rushed towards the sound, desperately hoping that those chirps might be from their offspring.

They burst out onto a clearing to find Bumblebee sprawled on the ground desperately trying to hold up a tray containing a few sweets from three chirping sparklings who were attached to him. Bumblebee was trying to hold them gently with his free hand and legs but they were squirming and grabbing for the sweets.

"Ah...ah," the green coloured sparkling was demanding, reaching for the tray before turning and staring at the gaping femmes.

"Ma!" he suddenly exclaimed. "Ma! Ma!"

"Baby," Greenleaf said faintly in relief, collapsing to her knees and holding out her arms.

Her son rushed into her arms and the other two quickly followed, leaping into their mothers arms.

"Sweetie, I was so worried," Rosebud lightly scolded as her sparkling purred and chirped against him.

Bumblebee sat up dazedly, he recognised these Femmes so that must mean...these were the techno-organic sparklings. Wow, they'd really changed.

"You're even more beautiful now," Orchid said in wonder, holding her child up for a better look. "They must have moulted their outer shells."

"We'll have to tell Wasp," Rosebud said instantly before glancing over at Bumblebee. "Oh darling, are you alright?"

"Yeah, they were trying to get the sweets," he explained, getting to his feet. "I didn't think they could have them."

"We'll give them something suitable," Greenleaf assured him, rocking her new sparkling in her arms. "Won't we precious?"

Her sparkling just purred. Bumblebee could only hope no more sparklings attacked him, he'd had more than enough for one day.

...

"Aren't they amazing?" Rosebud asked Wasp as he examined their offspring's new forms carefully.

"Wasp think they very amazing," he agreed as his daughter hung from his arm, chirping happily.

He smiled at her, he couldn't help but be pleased with their appearance. While they had organic parts to them, they were showing their majority robotic heritage which would allow them to play with other sparklings much more easily. He couldn't be prouder of his unique children.

"They are amazing indeed," First Aid spoke up, he was examining their moults on a table. "I had a feeling they would transform but I wasn't expecting it quite so soon."

"That little sparkling Bumblebee said they wanted his sweets," Greenleaf spoke up. "I don't know if that helped things along."

"Possibly," he mused as the three sparklings started begging their Sire for more honey. They'd found a sweet substance that was suitable for newsparks and they couldn't get enough of it.

He scooped up a dollop from a container and offered it to them and they started to greedily suck it up. Their mothers watched fondly, he was such a good father. He was a very attractive mate in so many ways.

"Wasp," Orchid suddenly purred. "Maybe when the sparklings are settled, the four of us could go somewhere and...do a little celebrating?"

First Aid blushed as he realised what she meant, he saw how eager all three femmes were looking at Wasp. The large green Mech simply nodded, wiping a smear from the younger Mech's chin. The young Medic couldn't believe how calm he could be about interfacing with three beautiful femmes, First Aid couldn't imagine being calm with one.

Unfortunately, this made him think about the incident with Hook and he squirmed uncomfortably. Ever since it had happened, they'd been avoiding each other with the unspoken agreement that they would never talk to anyone about it. However, it was hard not to dwell on the fact that they'd fragged themselves silly after getting ridiculously drunk. Honestly, his valve still felt a little out of joint after having the older Mech ram into it so much. He supposed that he could at least say he'd given as good as he'd gotten, the other hadn't been able to move after what had happened.

Well, the worst was that he couldn't remember a thing about what happened and wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

Whatever was the case anyways, he was happy that no one will ever knew about their little adventure...

...and of course, he was closer to Red Alert now...

But... She's carrying a spark, from her captor.

That almost break his spark -again- but the mech seemed to be a possessive afthole who disliked Valour, the sweetest sparkling in the universe.

'What an idiot!' The young medic thought. He will be millions of times better if Aid was his adoptive father... And even Red's sparkling will be better if it was his!

Red Alert deserves better, especially when carrying a shuttle is like sighing a death sentence... And rumours stated that she was carrying one.

First Aid recognised the kidnapper. Angelwings, the drug doctor... A nerd, antisocial and silent afthole. Who would have thought that HE took Red?

Just as he thought about this his thoughts returned to Hook. His rival would be devastated too when the news reaches his audios. After all, if she survives the birthing it will only get her closer to her captor.

He just wished one chance to be with her... One, to win her spark.

In the end he decided to send a note to Hook with the news of the shuttle sparkling within their beloved Red Alert.

Once it was sent, he saw a fuming Ratchet stomping his way there.

"Sir?" He tried.

Irate blue optics met him before the owner sighed and rubbed his face with bare hands.

"I should have allowed you or the old relic to court her..." The old medic started.

First Aid went petrified like rock. Did he hear it right?

"I thought you were bad... But hey! There are worse around! And said disgrace had to take her virginity, innocence and now impregnate her! Why, Primus, why was I such a fool?" Lamented himself the sire of the femme he desired.

"It's not your fault sir," First Aid tried to reassure. "No one could have known this would happen, it took everyone by surprise."

Ratchet just grumbled as the three femmes snuggled up to Wasp.

"I still should have seen it...Primus, I'm usually so good at spotting perverts."

First Aid decided to pretend the senior medic wasn't referring to him.

"He kept secret what his family was doing, it probably wasn't hard to hide his...feelings for Red Alert."

"Feelings," Ratchet said in contempt. "The only thing that slagger probably felt was his damn spike pressurising."

Despite the crude language, it was hard for First Aid to disagree. He really couldn't imagine the large shuttle feeling anything but lust for the beautiful Red Alert. She as definitely something special.

"What's happening with them?" Ratchet now asked gruffly, gesturing at the little family.

"Oh, the sparklings have moulted," First Aid stated earnestly, glad to be off the subject of that shuttle. "They know resemble normal cybertronain sparklings with only a few differences. Although I believe they will still have techno-organic forms as they grown, they just wasn't be quite as organic as Wasp and the other two."

"Hnn, that's good I suppose," Ratchet muttered. "Alright kid, you seem to have everything under control here..."

"Ratchet sir," the young Medic said before the other could leave. "If there's anything I could do to help..."

"I appreciate the offer," Ratchet said in a tired voice. "We'll see how this goes but thanks."

"It's my pleasure sir," First Aid said softly. "I want her to get through this safely."

"Don't we all," muttered Ratchet as he left.

...

"Ratch, you okay?" Arcee asked softly as she saw the Mech who was courting her slumped over a stone wall which had a beautiful view of the garden. She'd finished her shift at Kaon Palace and now had a couple of cycles to herself which she wanted to spend with Ratchet. He might be older than her and rather gruff at times but he always treated her like she was a lady and she enjoyed talking with him.

"No," he admitted as she joined him. "Red's carrying a shuttle and it's already affecting her."

"Oh," she said softly, she knew what that meant. "I'm sorry Ratch."

He grunted as she gently took his hand, not saying anything else. There wasn't much else to say, he was more aware of the risks than she was and it was his only daughter, of course he was going to feel like pit. She didn't know Red Alert very well sadly but if she and Ratchet got closely, obviously she wanted to change that.

"I should beat that slagger," Ratchet suddenly muttered after a few minutes of silence.

"It won't change what's happened," she reminded him gently. "And it might stress Red out, you need to be strong for her. She'll need your reassurance that everything will be alright."

"But what if it's not?" he said, his tone spark breaking desperate. "She could die, so could the sparkling...I...I couldn't bare it if that happened."

"Think positive, is the only thing we have, she will be ok; if you think a tragedy will occur, then it will, so, please, for her and her child, stay positive, Ratchet," Insisted the femme hugging him from behind.

He just sighed.

She was right.

"Sometimes I wonder, what made you look at me, to come at me and court me... I'm old and grumpy-" He started but she interrupted him by taking his mouth in a soft kiss.

"Because I know you're special, quite the catch, even if you need to polish some parts of your armour... Even then I can see what's inside you... Not everyone remains chaste so long after losing their mate or rises his daughter alone.. Or the Magnus' son... Or his grandson. Ratchet... You're special... And I'm going to make you mine," She answered.

He grimaced while looking down. "I'm old... Too old... I might not even work as a mate..."

Arcee kissed him again to his surprise and said: "If Alpha Trion was capable of siring the Consort, and even conceiving and birthing a sparkling recently, I know you're very much capable of working..." Then her sneaky hand worked downwards to his crotch. He gulped. "I know you can still do it... And I know... I can imagine the things you, as a medic, can do to my body." The last part was said in a whisper that left the old medic petrified.

She really expected that?!

"I'm dying for you to take me... To make me yours... To ravish me from the inside out..." The femme continued whispering with darkened blue optics and smirked with triumph when felt how his codpiece started getting warm. "To get in me... To make me leak for you... For your spike piercing and stretching me wide..."

With a gasp he jumped away from her grasp. He was panting.

The last time he interfaced was with Red's mother, long ago before said sparkling was born... Then she was killed and he focused in his daughter only. It was as if he blocked everything from down there...

...but here was this femme…She desired him... Madly!

He couldn't take it... Especially when his only creation was in danger of dying!

With that thought in mind, he turned around and walked away without another word. He couldn't talk to the young femme while she was so... So... Hot? Needy? Hungry?

"And where you think you're going?" Said young femme stepped in front of him and he could feel how hot she really was. It seemed that her own words turned her on! "You're the first mech I've met who'd abandon an aroused femme."

He remained in silence as she walked closer and opened her panel. Ratchet could smell her and once again stepped back.

He never thought this will happen so fast! He'd just met her!

"Uhh... Arcee... We... We can't..." The eldest tried, but his words fell on deaf audios as she laid herself against his chest and rubbed her body against him. He couldn't escape since his back hit the wall and if he wanted to he will need to push her away!

"Touch me, Ratchet..." She half whispered half moaned.

He gulped and lowered his hand against her heated body, her burning chassis, that perfect, round aft... She moaned in appreciation before reaching for his neck and suckled him playfully.

He was about to reach her dripping valve when-

"Grandpapa?" Valour entered and watched the scene with wide blue optics.

Ratchet would have pushed away the femme if she wasn't grabbing at him with so much strength that will leave some marks.

By then the femme turned towards the sparkling and said: "Would you give us a minute? I need to talk to your grandpapa alone."

"Uhh...ummm...s-sure..." Valour said with hesitation looking his grandfather's desperate optics.

But when he turned to walk out he almost crashed with Slipstream who also had an opticfull of the situation, and unlike her boyfriend, she knew what was happening.

"Are you dominating Valour's grandpapa?" She said tilting her head to one side. But her comment made Valour gasp and direct a worried glance towards the adults.

"No, she's not!" Finally Ratchet used the distraction to push the femme away from him, took the two sparklings in arms and walked away... Or better said, ran away.

Arcee was left alone and cold and shook her head in amusement. "Oh.. I've heard of the little prince being a little 'ruin moments' ...but you, Ratchet... I'll get you so warm... So fragging hot that next time you will not resist me... I will turn you on like you never felt before... Even before bonding your daughter's mother... Oh yes... You will be mine..." She promised with decision while touching herself a little to cool off.

...

Meanwhile Red Alert was sleeping on Angel's bed. He prepared his quarters as if was a hospital room just in case.

He couldn't lose Red, he would die with her... But their sparkling was draining her and he feared if they wanted her to live, she might need to abort. The young shuttle hoped that was not the case and sent Valour to get her father there to analyse her and give his opinion. But anyways, he will always choose Red over anything.

Suddenly the femme took a deep intake and turned her head towards the mech holding her hand.

"Hi Red," He said softly. "How you feel? Umm.. Stupid question... May... May I do something for you? Would you like something? I've sent Valour to get your father here..."

"Hmm..." She barely moaned and nodded.

He was worried. The sparkling was not even developed yet nor making a bump in her and was already draining her!

"He will come.. Soon.. Don't worry," He said kissing the back of her hand.

In that moment Ratchet entered, or better said hurried into the room with the two sparklings and closed the door. He was panting and it seemed as if he ran from something...

...but the shuttle doctor wad more worried about Red than her father's life.

"Ratchet, thank goodness you're here," he exclaimed.

"What's wrong with mama?" Valour gasped, seeing how she was lying.

"Hmm," Ratchet said, the incident with Arcee temporarily forgotten in the face of his daughter's condition. He placed the sparklings on the ground and gave Angelwings a glare for good measure. It was his fault after all that she was in this state. Stupid Shuttle.

"Please, what can we do?" the big lug asked anxiously. "She doesn't even have a bump yet."

"I'm trying to work that out," Ratchet snapped grumpily as he carefully scanned his daughter and checked her vitals. He grimaced, her body was struggling to cope with the developing shuttle type sparkling.

"Damn," he cursed, remembering Starscream's carrying of that shuttle sparkling. This was not good.

"She'll need more energon with plenty of minerals and additives," he finally declared. "We need to prevent this sparkling from draining her as much as possible."

"Of course," Angelwings agreed. "Ratchet...what are her chances? Whatever happens, she must live."

Ratchet gave him a sidelong look as he said. "Even if the sparkling doesn't make it?"

"Yes," the shuttle said without hesitation. "I cannot lose Red, I will die without her."

"Mama's not going to die, is she?" Valour said fearfully, clutching Slipstream close.

"Course not," Ratchet barked out. "I ain't gonna let that happen. She needs to rest and relax as much as possible."

"She's strong," declared Slipstream, trying to comfort her friend. "Your dad and Sire won't let anything happen to her."

He nodded but still looked unsure. He climbed up before Red and carefully gave her a hug.

"I'm here mama," he said softly. "I'll look after you."

"Good boy," Ratchet said, absent-mindedly patting his grandson's head. "We'll do everything for her and her little sparkling."

He turned to Angelwings and waggled a finger at him. "Absolutely NO interfacing, her body will not be able to handle that on top of the sparkling."

"I won't, I swear," the shuttle said hastily, gulping at the look his love's father was giving him.

"You'd better keep that," Ratchet said darkly. "It's thanks to that you're in this mess in the first place."

Turning to Valour, he said gently. "Valour, we'd better leave Red in peace. I'm going to go and start organising everything she needs, everything's going to be fine."

"Can I visit her?" the young sparkling asked softly, looking up with a pained expression. He was trying not to cry.

"She'll need visits from her little boy," Ratchet reassured and Valour perked up a touch. "Come on, let's go."

"I'll be back soon," he now promised Angelwings who nodded. His Red needed the best care there was.

The young shuttle felt horrible, this was his fault after all, but really felt that he might not be able to make it without her, just like his sire did when his mother died...

...he followed her days after leaving him an orphan and at Skyfall's mercy.

A knot formed in his throat and a weight appeared in his spark.

Yes, without her he will die too, and he couldn't explain it.

...

Three nights later...

Angelwings slept on a couch next to his bed on which the love of his life rested in an almost comatose state.

The room was darkened and in silence, the only sounds came from the machines that monitored her and made sure she had no complications or stressed too much. Suddenly, the big doors of the quarters opened and three little figures entered and climbed their way up towards the sleeping beauty.

One of the little creatures touched the place the femme medic had the sparkling growing and there was still no visible signs of it, and nodded before directing himself towards the other two speaking in a strange language:

*"She must survive, her sparkling too, they are important for our cause,"* Said the little one with big blue optics.

The other two nodded, one with red optics and the other with blue ones.

*"There is only one way for that, if not, they will die."* Said the other little creature with blue optics. *"We cannot let that happen."*

*"Its up to her..."* Stated now the little one with red optics. *"We can use your carrier to warn them."* She said to one of them.

*"He will suspect if we suddenly talk to him like this, or any other way."* One with the pair of blue optics said.

*"Use your spark to suggest him."* Said the one with the bigger blue optics.

A pair of blue optics seemed hesitant, but the others convinced her.

*"Is the body she'd chosen, it will take millenniums before she picks one or another."* Said the red opticed one and the others sighed.

*"Fine... I'll make sure carrier comes and speak to them."* Said a pair of blue optics.

The three creatures were still chatting for a few more minutes before leaving in silence...

...however hadn't noticed that Angelwings was not unconscious as they expected him to be... And he was quite shocked.

Those were sparklings! Sparklings speaking in a complicated ancient language!

He studied it when bored and just to have his words covered when he wished to curse his grandsire or luck... But sparklings speaking it perfectly?! It took him years to perfect it and these three were talking as if it was something easy.

And the oddest thing is what they said. It was as if they knew what they were talking about and omitted speaking out loud of whatever it was!

Now he was even more confused.

Shaking himself off he decided to get to those sparklings... One of them was Alpha Trion's daughter! Maybe the elder taught her that language?

No, she was too young to speak... However she can already speak...

The other two were Slipstream and Solar. He needed to get them!

He exited the room and hurried towards the possible way they might have taken, then hurried towards his cousin's quarters and opened the door carefully and looked for the two special ones...

...that were soundly asleep.

He sighed.

Perhaps he hallucinated?

With that thought in mind, he returned to his quarters with Red Alert; perhaps it was the stress.

But then the next day appeared Alpha Trion carrying his daughter in arms, and he had something important to tell them.

"I think if you want to save both Red Alert and the sparkling, you need to bond."

Everyone was shocked, especially Ratchet who was not pleased at all.

"And what makes you say that?!" He barked at the eldest.

"I... Somehow can't remember." Answered the old bot causing Megatron to facepalm.

He still wondered how he sired his precious Optimus.

"But is important and I believe it will solve this... Even if I can't remember why," Added the old mech.

Angelwings, past the shock of the bonding thing, was looking down at little Aurora and how this one slept silently on her carrier's arms. She was never this tired or unconscious. He frowned.

"And what you have to say about that?! I bet you're happy with all of this!" Roared the old medic, but the young shuttle barely noticed it.

"What?" He said in confusion.

"Alpha Trion here just 'suggesdt' you to bond my daughter just to save your spawn!"

The young shuttle doctor gulped putting the pieces together. The sparklings said last night: "Its up to them..." Then looked down at the sleeping Aurora again in shock. For some reason he'd just lost his voice.

"Did you hear me?!" Ratchet insisted but the other was too shocked to answer.

Everything that ran around his head was: 'What did I get myself into?!'

Overwhelmed with the situation, he just ran away.

"Get back here, you coward!" Ratchet demanded in a roar at the running doctor.

His cousin Skyfire just sighed. He also had his daughter and Solar in his arms and both were asleep; funny enough no one noticed it...

...except Valour.

"Why is Slipstream sleeping so much?" He innocently asked and it was then when Skyfire noticed he had both his recharging creations in arms.

He didn't noticed it before! ...right?

"Uhh... Yeah..." Her sire said finally shaking the two awake; Aurora woke up too and soon was trying to get with Solar.

It still surprised their creators how close they were.

...

Angelwings saw Skyfire's mother cuddling the sparklings that visited Red Alert last night. He needed to talk to them, so he reached for them and said in that ancient language to the three:

*"H-hi... W-what did you... Why were you there last night?"* He stuttered

Skyfire's mother and the three sparklings were looking at him with wide optics.

However, when Solar and Aurora laughed out loud and clapped at him, he flushed and walked away.

'What is going on?' He asked himself grabbing his head.

"Just show her how much you love her... Ask her what she feels towards you... And if she's determined to share her life with you... If not, more than one life can be lost. You're already in, be a mech," Slipstream said stepping in front of him and petrifying him for a minute.

"What you mean by tha-!" Valour tried but the seekerlet only thrust an energon lollipop in his mouth. "Hmm..." He sucked on it happily.

Slipstream only nodded at the shuttle and took her friend away.

He will need to talk to Red Alert about this.

When he reached there, he was glad that Ratchet was nowhere to be found. Instead, Red's adoptive brother Optimus was sitting by her side, keeping a close watch on her vitals. He frowned when he beheld the shuttle.

"Well?" he stated as Angelwings hovered in the doorway.

"How is she?" the shuttle questioned.

"The same," Optimus sighed. "I heard you ran away earlier."

His tone was one of disapproval. Angelwings clenched his fists slightly as he said. "Your Sire says I need to bond with her to save her and the sparkling."

"Yes, I know," Optimus said, taking his sister's hand and gently stroking it. "So are you?"

"Well I...I need to ask her what she wants," Angelwings said awkwardly. "I mean, if she'd rather abort than bond with me..."

"She's not likely to," Optimus interrupted. "She loves sparklings and couldn't bear to abort her own."

"But she could die!" exclaimed the young doctor, fear and worry making his frame tremble.

"I know," the Emperor's consort murmured, his optics dimmed in a grimace. Even at his lowest point, he hadn't been at so much risk. But he could understand her reasoning, he would also rather take the risk than lose his precious child.

"You don't approve, do you?" Angelwings said, unable to stop a little accusation in his tone.

"I would rather she bonds because she is in love and wants to spend the rest of her life with her chosen," Optimus said simply. "Not because it's the only way to preserve her life and the life of her child. Ratchet hates the situation she is in but that's unavoidable. I don't blame him but if she does really want to be with you, then I will support her."

The shuttle looked away, feeling guilty as Optimus added. "But you really do need to ask her opinion. Stay with her until she wakes, I'll try and make sure Ratchet doesn't disturb you."

"Thank you," Angel said, nodding as Optimus gave Red Alert's hand a squeeze before standing up to leave.

It was another hour before she finally roused.

"Mmm," she mumbled, opening her optics to find Angel's face hovering over her. "What...?"

"How are you feeling?" he asked instantly.

"Tired," she said heavily. "Primus, I'm exhausted."

"Here," he murmured, holding out a cube of glowing purple Energon. "Take this."

She sipped at the liquid, feeling it burn slightly as it slipped down her throat.

"What is it?" she mumbled, unable to think straight at the moment.

"Highly concentrated medical grade," he explained. "It's supposed to ease the sparkling's drain of you."

"How is the sparkling?" she asked and he bit his lip.

"Alright," he admitted. "But it has barely grown and already you're suffering. When it actually starts to grow..."

He stopped, unable to carry on.

"Tell me what's going on," she said in a soft but commanding voice.

He couldn't not obey and told her everything she needed to know. She was silent for a few moments, processing his words. Finally she said.

"In your professional opinion, would bonding ensure a higher chance of survival?"

He blinked, he hadn't quite expected her to say that. Hesitantly, he said. "It...has been shown that bonded mecha are far more likely to survive any complications with the pregnancy and the sparkling is strengthened by it. But Red it...isn't our only option."

"Termination?" she said simply and he nodded.

"There have been a few occasions when I've had to recommend that," she stated quietly. "But if there is a strong chance our child can survive, I want to take it."

"But what about you?" he exclaimed, taking her hand. "Red...I cannot live without you. If you die, then I would follow and our child would be left an orphan...just like I was. I know you will say that's foolish but it's the truth."

Her optics dimmed slightly in sadness.

"If the worst happens," she stated. "Then at least our child will not be raised by that monster Skyfall. But I am not going to die."

"You don't know that," he said miserably.

"Then bond with me and increase our chances," she stated and he almost fainted.

"Are...are you serious?" he questioned.

"Yes," she said, grimacing as a wave of nausea and tiredness washed over her. "I want this sparkling, Angel."

"Do you love me?" he whispered.

"Not yet...not fully," she said seriously. "I don't like how you kidnapped me or put me in this position but you're not a bad Mech. My brother learned to love Megatron and I can do the same. But if we do this, we have to be equals, you cannot stop me from being a medic or trying to push Valour away. He will still be my son even after I bare your child."

He nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, I'll do anything you want... besides, I like Valour, he's a good kid... and I never planned to keep you prisoner anyways... I love you too much to see you caged, you are the femme I love, and I love you because you're free."

She sighed and looked away from him as if taking strength from something for the situation.

"You said that you would die if I did, why would you? You're a free mech, you can go and find another if we are not bonded."

The shuttle just shook his head. "I don't know... it just happens, when we shuttles love someone, usually the first and only one we pick, we feel that there is some kind of bond that unite us, that we cannot live without that femme anymore, and if she dies, we will follow, our life will just lack from any sense and will just fade until there will be nothing left... is what happened to my father and several cousins of mine."

Red Alert listened with interest; it was the first time she'd heard something like this.

"Many died when the femmes they picked died, somehow we cannot take another, no matter what grandsire tried to make us take more than one, we just couldn't... I myself couldn't take another that was not you... it's like we can just take one mate, just one and only... why do you think the femmes here don't want to leave? It's not just because they have nowhere to go, is because they cannot abandon their mates, they love them too, they are bonded into a deeper level that I cannot explain... none of us can," He concluded as if thinking on it too.

The medic femme considered this, but then frowned and asked: "What about Skyfall? I've not seen his mate around?"

The young doctor gulped and considered how to answer to that; "Grandsire was different, he was aggressive, rude and... evil... nothing I've ever seen before or after; we're all pacifists here, we... we never meant to kidnap anyone... it was his idea, he was the one who started this tradition, because you see, he's older than he looks."

Red looked now at him with a mild shocked face and waited for him to continue.

"He had several mates in the past, unlike us, he could take whoever he pleased, and he desired many... he had his own harem and they were just breeding machines for him... the things he did to those poor femmes... I cannot imagine, but I've heard... that is why we all call him 'grandsire' or 'sire' because he's the sire and grandsire for most of us,"

"And what happened with those femmes?" This time she couldn't help but ask.

"They all died as far as I know, miscarries... problems with pregnancies in general, just like yours..." He took a deep intake. "...beatings..."

Her blue optics widened and he nodded.

"Yes, before Skyfire's father and myself perfected the drug that kept the femmes as drones, they tried to escape with their groundling children, before then, the femmes were kept locked in their bedrooms and only the good behaved ones had access to the gardens, but still in chains."

Red Alert paled in horror. But Angelwings was not over.

"He beat and... and punished horribly his mates if they tried to escape, and then killed their child... HIS own creations in front of them! If they behaved properly, to his standards, he allowed them to go to the gardens and killed his groundlings children away from their mothers so they couldn't see."

A heavy silence followed as the mech dried his tears and could continue; "That was the reason he forbid us to bond, he believed that if we didn't bond, that we would survive our mate's deaths... but there is something in our code, in... in who knows where that forbids us that... its not that we don't want it, to be with just one forever in life and death, is just that, this all could have been prevented if we were allowed to bond our beloved, if we were free... if Skyfall never existed... he was an aberration of nature, he was a... a freak!"

He finished with tears in his optics and lowered his head onto the bed as she considered and processed everything he'd just told her... sometimes she asked herself why she returned to him, why still needed him when she was free?

Why still desire him and him only?

...and speaking about desires... "Uhh..." She bit her lower lip while feeling how much the ache between her legs increased.

The shuttle gasped and looked down at her who opened her paned to cool it off... only for her warm lubricants to escape.

"Red... Red... no- no- no-no... we can't... even if I like the idea, your sire forbid me from touching you and said that your body couldn't-"

One furious and shinning blue optic was enough to make him silent.

"I need you now... obviously... and if your theory is correct, I cannot take another just because you shuttles choose a mate for life and that somehow bonds me to you... well, let's prove you and Alpha Trion correct, come here, frag me good and then we will bond."

"W-what?! N-now?!" The other stuttered. Honestly even he was terrified at the idea of doing it so fast and without ceremony.

"Yes, you heard me, so, come here, touch me... make love to me... and let's bond." She said with so much decision that once again he was about to run away, but as if reading his thoughts, Red Alert said:

"Try to run away, make me lift myself from this berth and I SWEAR, Angel that I will hunt you down and you will regret it!"

Her words, the tone she used was enough to make him flinch and shake to his wings.

"Don't make me repeat it!" She ordered and was enough to make him climb onto the berth and release his still limp spike... that was soon grabbed by the scary/horny femme beneath him.

Once she was satisfied that was hard enough to pierce her, she laid back and spread her legs, her valve already dripping and begging to be filled.

With one last gulp, the mech pushed his shaft inside and couldn't help but moan lowly just like her own guttural one. She hugged him by the neck and ordered him to move, moaning all the time as the delicious intrusion ignited a sweet and addictive fire in her insides, fuelling also his lust.

He obeyed her, and will obey every command she gives because he loves her so much that he will die for her; her neck was now exposed submissively for him and he couldn't help but assault it with kisses, bites and suckling.

"Ooooh...Angel...more... I need more!" She gasped while meeting his thrusts eagerly.

"A-are you sure it's safe?" he whimpered out, not wanting to stop but if she said it was too much...

"Yes, I'm fragging sure," she snarled. "Don't you dare stop!"

"I won't," he rushed to assure her, this was so good.

"Oh...that feels so good," she groaned, she felt more energised than she had in several cycles. It was as though engaging in this physical love making was giving her strength that had previously been sapped. Alpha Trion's theory was starting to make more sense.

He just nodded, running his glossia over her neck, lapping up the warmth from it. With one hand, he slipped it under her and gripped her aft, helping her to buck her hips upwards. She groaned wantonly, sharp pulses of pleasure and energy where shooting through her body, leaving her gasping for more. She wrapped her arms around his neck, helping him to lift her up even more.

"Angel," she suddenly cried when he hit one of her sweet spots, that had almost been enough to send her into overload.

"Yes, love?" he gasped out as his spike was painfully constricted before her valve relaxed.

"Do that again," she said breathlessly.

Holding her close, he thrust hard into her again and received the same squeak of intense pleasure. Feeling her shudder beneath him, he knew he was onto something and began to aim for the same spot over and over. She shrieked with pleasure and her valve clenched, sending his own level of ecstasy into overdrive. He was close and surely she must be as well.

"Uh," he gasped as he suddenly came, pumping hard into his lover who shuddered as she was filled up with transfluid.

"You...you haven't come yet," he said, feeling very ashamed for letting her down. He hung his head before feeling a little kiss.

Looking into Red Alert's optics, he saw her smiling and saying.

"Turn over and I'll finish the job."

He blinked before obeying by taking hold of her and rolling onto his back. She straightened so she was sitting up with his now soft spike still embedded in her valve. He swallowed, she was so beautiful and wasn't even heavy with his sparkling yet. This made him freeze, their sparkling would be a large one and she was definitely not a large femme...could she handle it?

"What's wrong?" she asked him gently, leaning forward slightly to stroke his face.

"I'm scared," he admitted, panting slightly in the aftermath of his overload. "I want you so badly...a-and our sparkling, but this is so dangerous."

"I know," she said gently. "But we'll get through this together, trust me."

He nodded, if he trusted anyone, it was her. She was his one, she utterly completed him. Offering him another smile, she started to move back and forth, manually stimulating herself to achieve overload. Angelwings just lay beneath, wondering if she really meant it when she said she'd bond with him. How would her Sire react?

"R-red?" he spoke up as she continued to move slowly, sensually.

"Yes?" she murmured back.

"You really want to bond now?" he asked. "You...you don't want to have a bonding ceremony or anything? Your Sire will go nuts when he finds out about this..."

"I mean it..." She gasped causing him to gulp. "We can have a ceremony later, besides, the only way they will know we're bonded is if sire or someone else checks on our sparks."

He nodded, and started shaking...

"What?" She asked at his sudden nervousness.

"I... I... I was never... I've never... No one ever explained to me..." He tried.

She smiled softly in understanding.

Skyfall was against bondings, but he was not around anymore; he was arrested and Megatron had yet to announce his execution day.

But still...

"I need this... Our sparkling needs this," She explained. "We merged before, this will be no different, just deeper, you will see, you have nothing to fear."

He nodded while watching her beautiful blue optics as she danced above him... And then opened her chest for him... Baring her own soul for him and soon was encouraging him to do the same.

He did, and she lowered herself towards his lips and kissed him softly.

...

Meanwhile...

"A-a- Arcee... We can't... I..." Stuttered an old medic to the young femme ravishing his neck while humping his leg without her panel in place.

"Don't say you're too old for this... Primus! I know you can work and better than any youngling." Half moaned the femme as her fluids coated his leg. "Touch me, Ratchet... Please... It aches... Badly...!"

He gulped.

It was so long since the last time this happened that he believed his drive was rust and non-functional at all...

But here, this younger femme, so full of life, desiring him and him only made him feel...

Awkward?

No.

Perhaps?

"Uhhhh...!" He suddenly moaned as she finally got her way and opened his codpiece releasing his old and unused spike.

It was sensitive after all this years of inactivity and he still wondered if it worked.

"Come on, Ratchet, give in to me..." The pink femme stroked him while whispering and licking his audio while trying to turn him on.

"I- it... It doesn't work!" He tried to convince her, but to his surprise, and her delight, his body proved him wrong.

"It works..." She looked up at him with a devilish grin before lowering herself to his waist and...and...!

"Oh, Primus, A-a-arcee... N-no!" He tried half heartedly as she gave a playful lick to the soft and round head of his mechood before suckling on it with gusto while moaning in pleasure at his taste.

He shook madly against the crystal he was laying against as the young femme sucked and licked him to full hardness... Even his valve was reacting and leaking in want!

...and Arcee noticed it, to his horror... Or utter pleasure, when she wiggled her fingers in massaging and stimulating his walls just as his now rock hard spike.

By when she finished he was a shuddering mass that she could handle like jelly; then she lifted up one of her legs and wrapped it around his waist and guided her entrance to his spike.

The old medic gasped in surprise more than in pleasure when his long unused spike recognized the soft sensations of a silky wet valve engulfing it and embracing it tightly.

"Ooohhh... Ratchet... You feel so goooood..." She moaned while forcing herself to take more from him. "So thick... Stretching me wide... Why you hid yourself for so long? You're a gift for femmes! Ahh...!"

He couldn't help but thrust a little, and she enjoyed it by her sounds... And the way her fluids dripped from her... And her scent..!

Primus! He felt like a youngling too!

"Ooohhh..." He let out a deep and long pleasured moan as she engulfed him whole and rolled her hips.

"No more interruptions..." She whispered for herself. "This place, the labyrinth is forbidden for sparklings so the adults can play in peace..." Then rolled again her hips before feeling how her older partner grabbed her aft and caressed her in need, but also in some kind of respect and thanks, perhaps?

Arcee smiled; he was still shy, but she will change that. Now they rocked together softly, and she kissed his cheek as he still held his optics closed as if not wanting to admit it yet...

"This can't be real," he groaned, pulling her close as he did so.

"Trust me, it is," she sighed happily.

"Mmm," he grunted, shifting position so that he wouldn't fall over. She pressed her face into the place between his neck and shoulder, allowing him to take more control. Yes he was older than her, enough to be her father but she was no child and knew exactly what she wanted and that was him.

However, as he carried on, he started getting a funny feeling in his spark.

"Huh?" he mumbled, not understanding the sudden sensation.

"Hmm?" Arcee murmured, still holding onto him tightly.

"I uh...my spark feels strange," he admitted, face pulled into a frown. "What in Primus's name could be...?"

His optics widened as a though occurred to him.

"If that damn shuttle has touched my daughter, I'll...," he began furiously but was interrupted by Arcee passionately kissing him.

"You can rip his spike off later, you're not going anywhere," she told him sternly. "You are going to first make me overload."

"But what if...?" he started to protest but she clenched her thighs causing him to moan.

"She'll be fine," she soothed him. "You concentrate on this."

"I...," he once again tried to say but she started to move with more vigour and soon the little tingles in his spark were virtually forgotten. This was a very determined young femme.

...

"Optimus?" Megatron said in surprise, devising his mate walking over to him. "I thought you were visiting your sister?"

"I was but she's...busy," Optimus said meaningfully causing Megatron to raise an optic brow.

"What, that shuttle actually grew a pair?" he asked, making Optimus laughed.

"Who knows but where Red is concerned, he can probably work up enough to do what she says," he mused. "They're going to be busy for a while...so why don't we have a little alone time?"

"Really?" Megatron said, suddenly very interested.

"Why not?" Optimus said with a small smirk. "Honour is being looked after and Valour is at lessons...we should take advantage."

"Excellent idea," Megatron purred, taking hold of Optimus and kissing him.

"Where?" he asked and his mate considered this.

"How about...Ultra Magnus's garden, I heard it's a great place for a frag," he said causally and Megatron gaped at him.

"Are you serious?" he exclaimed but Optimus just smirked some more.

"Very," he assured his dumbstruck mate. "Come on, times a wasting."

He tore away from Megatron and transformed, speeding off. The Emperor shook his head, what had he done to deserve such a kinky Mech. With this thought in mind, he sped off after him.

Soon they were reaching the Magnus' estate and running through the big and ornamented halls.

Hoping to find no one around, Megatron caught his mate in a tight embrace and kissed him passionately as they walked like this towards a big crystal that Megatron used to support his lover's back as he assaulted him.

Optimus lifted up one of his legs and wrapped it around the other's waist before opening his panel and allowed his mate to reach for it.

However, before Megatron could release his spike and pierce his beloved...

...running steps were heard.

Immediately the lovers separated and hid behind a bush like cluster of crystals and looked around at who was running. But before they could jump to conclusions, Alpha Trion appeared looking around in fear as he panted for air.

The elder turned around over and over again and then jumped away with a loud squeak as Ultra Magnus almost caught him by the back.

"Come on, Trion, you always love it," Purred the blue mech who had a predatory smirk as he stalked closer to the eldest.

"N-no! You.. You never stop!" Tried the other. "I'm too old for this, I can't... I-!"

But before he could finish Ultra Magnus jumped him again and the other -barely- dodged him and ran away deeper into the gardens. Magnus chasing after him.

Megatron and Optimus shared a look.

"We better make sure they're okay," Said Optimus in worry and started after the last place they saw them.

The Emperor however had a feeling. But followed his mate nonetheless

Several steps later they could hear it... And their optics widened.

"Definitely is a good place for a frag." Mussed Megatron. "I wonder who is it that dared to come here and- fragging Primus!"

The loud moans sounded like a young couple having lots of fun, and possibly one of them was the best pleasurebot of the universe...

But no... They had the full sight of the two old bots they saw earlier going at each other like petrorabbits.

Suddenly devising them, Alpha Trion screamed loud enough to call the thrusting one's attention...

And there were Optimus and Megatron, petrified at the sight. The former once hoped to never see this again...

"O- opti- Optimus!" Tried his carrier. "Hi... What brings you here?"

Instead of receiving an answer, Megatron turned from them and purged his tanks badly, paled and blacked out right there. Optimus just blacked out.

The two old mechs looked at the youngers before the eldest slapped the other in the face. "I've told you it was a bad idea! Now both our son and the Emperor caught us doking it!"

For a few moments Magnus was petrified, but then reacted and resumed his thrusts with more vigour than before ignoring the other's half-hearted protests that soon turned into encouraging for him to do it harder.

Three overloads later they finally returned to their world and noticed the fallen youngers were still there where they left them.

"Such good boys, remained quiet in one place without bothering us," Joked the blue mech before kissing a growling Alpha Trion. "Come on, love, we had fun enough... Now we must take the 'kids' back to the house."

The eldest obeyed even when all his body felt languid. Even he had to admit that watching Megatron, of all mechs react like that was fun.

He remembered what he said when he was birthing Aurora, almost the same reaction from the Emperor. And even if he felt mortified by said words, the effect he had on the decepticon leader was worthy.

Soon they were helping the two unconscious mechs towards the gazebo and laid them onto the couches there, called an aide to bring them some meal, and waited until they awake.

Soon after, Optimus came to.

"Ooh," he moaned as he sat up, his processor had crashed and it always left him feeling slightly ill.

"How are you son?" Ultra Magnus asked kindly, coming over to sit with him. Alpha Trion was gracefully reclined on another couch having already cleaned himself up as well as his lover.

"Alright," Optimus mumbled. "Why did we...?"

His memory suddenly returned and he winced. Ultra Magnus gently squeezed his shoulder and said. "I'm sorry you had to see that but what were you doing here?"

"We uh...heard noises and we thought a young couple was making out," Optimus admitted, leaving out the part about seeing his carrier chase his Sire.

This made his carrier grin. "Hear that Trion, we sounded like a young couple."

Alpha Trion huffed and glanced out of the gazebo, wondering where the aide was, he was getting hungry. His lover chuckled before saying.

"But what brought you to the gardens in the first place?"

Not wanting to say that he'd planned to be fragged by his mate out in the open, Optimus quickly said. "I was meant to be watching Red Alert but Angelwings is looking after her. I thought it would be nice for Megatron and I to have a little stroll, just have a little time to ourselves."

Ultra Magnus nodded sympathetically.

"It's not easy with two sparklings is it?" he asked and Optimus nodded.

"No and so much has happened recently," he sighed. "Megatron needs to leave soon on a trip, we haven't decided if I'll go as well. If I do, it'll be a lot of work, we won't have time for dallying."

"You'll manage," his carrier said confidently. "You're right, it won't be easy but you've been trained for this. I'm sure with your mate's guidance, you'll soon pick it up again. Who will be looking after Honour and Valour?"

"Starscream has offered to since he is remaining on Cybertron and as long as Red is alright, Ratchet will also assist," Optimus told him. "Honour can be with Solar while Valour continues his lessons with the others."

"Speaking of lessons," Alpha Trion suddenly spoke up. "Honour should begin her lessons with Aurora, they must both be brought up as proper Autobot ladies."

"They're a little young," Optimus said with a slight frown.

"I am aware, I am not suggesting teaching them from dawn till dusk," his Sire corrected. "But the younger they start, the much easier it will be."

"He is right," Ultra Magnus spoke up. "Honour's your daughter so it's yours and Megatron's choice but I do agree with Trion about Aurora. And trust me, it won't be anything bad, right now, it's teaching them how to talk and once they learn to walk, those lessons will begin. But at their age, the lessons are very light, they are merely regular and consistent."

Optimus considered this before nodding. "I'll need to talk with Megatron but I understand your point. It would be easier for her to learn with her aunt."

He smiled slightly at this, it was still strange to have a baby sister. She was very sweet and he was looking forward to when she was a bit older so he could properly do things with her. He promised he would be a good big brother for her, even with all his duties and responsibilities. She had a stern carrier but he was sure her Sire would make sure she could still have fun.

"That was our thinking," Ultra Magnus agreed with a smile. "The lessons aren't too bad for you and Valour, are they?"

"No, I think we just have the disadvantage of starting late," Optimus started to say but a groan distracted him. All three Autobots looked to see that Megatron was waking up.

"My poor husband," the young Autobot chuckled, even though he'd fainted, he hadn't purged at least. "He really does suffer sometimes."

"Slag it, my head," Megatron cursed as he came awake, not hearing Alpha Trion's loud sniff at the bad language.

"You fainted dear," Optimus told him, leaning over and taking his hand.

"What...oh Primus, not again," Megatron groaned as his optics opened and discovered who was with him. "How could you two do that?"

Alpha Trion just pursed his lips without saying a word but he did look distinctly ruffled. Ultra Magnus just smirked.

"I apologise for what happened," he said lightly. "Let us make it up to you by providing some refreshments."

"Ah, at last," the old Mech exclaimed as a few aides came up, carrying trays laden with different food and drink.

"Thank you," Optimus said politely as one of them poured from a decanter and offered him a fine crafted glass of liquid.

Seeing that his mate wasn't looking happy as they all helped themselves to the food, he leaned over and whispered. "I'll make it up to you later."

This made his mate smile and relax.

"Try this," Ultra Magnus offered, spreading a paste onto a cracker.

"Delicious," Optimus said after taking a bite.

However Megatron found himself unable to bite anything, just drink some regular energon... But the sensation of purging returned when remembered those two old...

"..hmmm," He grunted trying to whip out said thoughts from his head.

...

Ratchet was exhausted, he lay on his back as the young femme rode him again until she came for the fifth time!

"Damm you have a big libido, kid, remember next time I'm too old for this," He tried as she moaned and panted above him, shivering as the last waves of her overload cursed through her whole body.

Looking down at him she said with a smirk: "You were capable of following me all along..." Then learned down to kiss his lips softly before going for his cheeks."

Now that he was relaxing again, the strange feeling in his spark returned... Or called back his attention.

"Where you think you're going? I want to cuddle now," The younger femme insisted in him staying as he tried to push her away.

"Come on... I need to check on my daughter... Arcee..."

"She is fine, she is old enough to look after herself, give her some space," She said cuddling better against his chest.

He frowned at her statement and said in an angry tone. "Are you trying to push my daughter away? Is that what you want? You want me all for yourself and abandon MY family for you?!"

In shock, Arcee looked up at him and shook her head no.

"Let go of me, out!" He roared this time pushing her away using his size against her to release himself from her. "You're no better than that shuttle." He hissed dangerously and hurried away.

"Ratchet! No!" The femme tried, but the way he said those things scared her for a moment. He believed she wanted to take him away! And he was wrong!

"Ratchet, please, you're wrong! Please!" Arcee tried to go after him, but he already entered the palace and was looking after his daughter. "Ratchet, is not what you think!" This time she took his arms with tears in her optics that threatened to fall. "Ratchet, I love you, please..."

"Let go of me..." He stated darkly not sparing her a glance. "You will have to remember, that MY daughter comes FIRST and LAST in everything! You accepted that when you started courting me, now, even if she is being looked after, there is no better medic here than myself!"

And with that he yanked off his arm from her grasp and hurried towards that shuttle's room.

"I know!" She tried once again. "Is just that she is a fully grown femme and you're choking her with your overprotectiveness!"

That caused a reaction in him that made him stop in his stomping for a few seconds, then decided to ignore her and resumed his walking.

But before she can stop him, he reached said door and opened it... And found his creation on top of that shuttle, sleeping... And that wasn't all... The smell of interface was thick and intense that he could easily pick up the pieces of what just happened there.

And that wasn't all... The feeling in his spark... He can feel...

His optics widened as he realized what they did.

"Ratchet, no!" Yelled Arcee loud enough from the door to awaken the two lovers... Who now stared in shock at the sire of the femme doctor.

It was as if he was going to murder that mech.

"D-daddy?" Tried Red Alert. "Is not what you think."

"Not- NOT WHAT I THINK?! You just bonded with this bastard! Your kidnapper and rapist! Haven't I educated you? Protected you from perverts like him just for you to... To BOND yourself to him?!" Howled in utter rage the eldest.

Angelwings was utterly petrified. If his beloved's father already scared him, now he was utterly terrified from him, he seemed to be ready to murder him in his own energon if possible.

For his insides he said to himself in a groan: 'I knew we had to have a ceremony first!'

"I can explain, daddy." Red tried now lifting herself up from the bed and placed her little hands on his chest to calm him before caressing his face. "We had to... Well... We could have waited but I insisted in doing it now... I don't want to die, nor terminate my own and first sparkling."

Her sire had his optics offlined and was with his head low; tears escaped them.

"But look at me now... I could leave the bed after days of laying on it as if I was ill... I am so much better now... I feel stronger... And so does your grandchild." She said this taking one of his hands to her still flat belly.

That make him react and hugged her suddenly as he sobbed.

"Is ok, daddy... We can have a ceremony now that I feel better... But we need to talk about something I've discovered." Her tone turned a little dark from there, and he looked down at her.

After they cleaned up, Red Alert went with her father to explain him what her now bonded told him, plus what Alpha Trion's ideas, that of course, worked.

"What kind of creatures are these shuttles, then?" He said to her in a gasp. Then remembered how close Starscream's son and Alpha Trion's new daughter were. "Oh Primus..." He continued while thinking how shuttles picked up their mates... And even if they were all mech/femme relationships, except Skyfire's relationship with Starscream, they were always together no matter what as if they were bonded... They never took or looked at another.

"You're his ONE?" The old medic finally asked in realisation, and she nodded. "Primus..." He covered his mouth wondering himself how long Angelwings spied on his daughter until she was vulnerable to take her.

He needs to speak with Alpha Trion about this, definitely the old relic must know more than what he says, and even if he just 'forgets' some things, he will make him remember this time.

"Daddy...?" His daughter pulled him out from his thoughts. "Perhaps you should go and talk with Arcee... I saw her crying before."

He grimaced. "She wants to take you out from my life so she will be the only one." Was his dark answer.

His daughter sighed. "What makes you think that? She really likes you, daddy."

"Yes, but she seems to forget that I have a family first, if she wants to be the only one of a mech, then she must look for someone her age!"

Red bit down her lower lip and said: "Haven't you thought that perhaps she was just keeping you busy? So Angel and I could... You know...?"

His bright blue optics widened. "She... She knew and she betrayed me?!"

Red just rolled her optics; why her sire needed to take the things the worst way possible?

"She did it for me...and you," she added, holding his arm so he couldn't storm off. "Daddy, I made the choice, Angel would have waited except that I insisted."

Angelwings just nodded dumbly, not daring to say a word in case his sire-in-law went nuts.

"If you'd interrupted us, things could have gone badly wrong...and I would have just bonded with him at a later date," she said gently. "I know you love me daddy and want to protect me but I'm a grown femme. I've already raised a sparkling and I'm going to raise another. I have to make my own choices and take my own risks. Don't push someone like Arcee away for me."

His expression softened and he said hoarsely. "I can't stop worrying about you Red. You're all I've got, I don't want to lose you like your mother."

"You won't," she assured him. "Daddy, you don't just have me, you also have Optimus and Valour. And very soon, you'll have a grandchild who also has mother's code in them. But please don't hold back from Arcee for me. I want you to be happy and be with someone again."

"I don't know," he muttered, shifting his feet.

"Daddy," she said sternly. "Go now and say sorry before you lose something good. We'll discuss my bonding ceremony later."

She chivvied him out the door before shutting it firmly behind him. He was left standing there dumbly, almost confused over what had happened. Not sure what to do or think he started wandering away from the door until he came across Arcee on her knees, crying on a bench. His spark suddenly twisted in guilt, she'd made him feel more alive and young than he'd felt in so long and he'd verbally abused her. Primus, he was an aft.

"Arcee," he said gruffly, bending down slightly and wincing as his back creaked slightly. Urgh, he really was a rusted old fragger.

She flinched and turned to look up at him with watery optics. This made him feel even worse and he quickly. "Arcee...I'm sorry for what happened, I shouldn't have treated you like that. I...I think I've spent too long chasing bots away from my daughter, I always think someone is out to take her away from me."

Since she didn't say anything, he continued. "I had no right to treat you like that...I'm lucky a beautiful young femme even looked at me let alone take the time to wake up this useless body. I'm such..."

"Stop," she exclaimed, clapping a hand to his lips. "Why are you always putting yourself down? You're not decrepit or even that old."

"But," he tried to say behind her lips.

"No buts," she told him fiercely. "If' you'd let me talk earlier, I would have told you that the last thing I want is to come between you and your daughter. I don't want to take you away, I just want to be a part of your life. If you'll only let me."

His shoulders slumped, how could he have made such a mistake?

"I'm sorry," he muttered, feeling completely inadequate. "I...I don't know what to say..."

"Promise me you won't react like that again," she told him and he nodded. "I won't, I promise. You know, you really shouldn't bother with me."

"My spark disagrees," she murmured as he raised her up and wiped her tears away.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" he murmured and she considered this.

"Make love to me," she murmured, resting her cheek against his shoulder. "That hurt Ratch, I want to forget about that."

"Okay," he said gently. "Do you mind if we go somewhere more comfortable. My back's killing me."

She chuckled and said teasingly. "Maybe I can massage the kinks out."

"I'm sure," he said with a wry smile before offering her his arm and leading her away.

...

"How did you do that?" Angel asked in disbelief once Ratchet had gone. "I thought he was going to kill me..."

"I wouldn't let him," she said simply, coming over to rest with him. "He can't help it, you know my mother was killed some time ago. He worries something will happen to me."

Angelwings bit his lip, he knew he'd pretty much made that fear come true for the old Medic. He'd kidnapped Red Alert and locked her away, giving her loved ones no indication of what had happened to her.

"I'm sorry," he burst out. "I know I did wrong, I just...I didn't know how to approach you properly. I've known for so long that you were the one for me but I had no concept of courting and there was always bots with you. Your father would never have let me near you if he knew what I wanted."

She listened to what he was telling her, he clearly needed to get this off his chest.

"Skyfire's the lucky one," he continued. "He broke all the rules, he courted a mech and kept all his children safe from grandsire. You've no idea how furious he was, we all hid from his rage for days."

"He's a monster," Red Alert said simply. "Who deserves to be locked up and tried by the Emperor. You don't have to live under his rules or customs anymore."

He nodded, this was true.

"And we're going to start by breaking one of his most important rules," she said with a smile. "We'll have a bonding ceremony and if the other couples here want to do the same, then they can. I imagine Skyfire and Starscream will wish to have one at some point."

He smiled and nodded.

Something tells him that this will be a big bonding ceremony, not just his, but all his cousins' and uncles' too.

Author's note. There's a surprise from Hook to be revealed in the next chapter. Until next time.