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Title: TFA Drabbles
Author: dreamerchaos
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters are owned by Hasbro. I''m only playing with them.
Rating: Mature. STICKY.
Summary: Continuing the drabble scheme.

Optimus Prime/Autobots
The End?

Grimlock/Optimus Prime
Crush

Grimlock/Optimus Prime
Competition

ShockwavexOptimus Prime STICKY
Right Fit

MegatronxOptimus Prime
Conversion

Sentinel PrimexOptimus Prime
Commander

Optimus Prime/Autobots
The End?

The sight of Omega Supreme appearing from thin air, looming high above Detroit, signaled the End.

“B-Boss bot?” Bulkhead stammered, in awe and open-mouth terror at the sight of the massive mech that had emerged from transwarp.

Optimus Prime shuddered, blue optics dim. “It’s over.” The Prime spoke, acknowledging defeat in the face of the massive enemy.

“No!” Bumblebee gasps. Sari at his side, the techo-organic trembling in fear, but trying to regain her composure when surrounded by her Autobot friends, “we can’t just lie down and do nothing. Call the Elite Guard! Evacuate the city!”

“Bumblebee. Enough.” Ratchet, his many stellar cycles since coming online, showed on his aggrieved face, the medic looking up at his old friend, trying to find the Omega Supreme he once knew, “The Decepticons have the access codes. If they’re here on Earth, then it’s obvious what has become of Cybertron.”

Prowl, slim arms wrapped around his black and gold waist, shuddered at the thought. “…Is there enough time to try and evacuate the city?” The ninja-bot looks to the Prime for guidance.

“……” Optimus’ helm lowers. “I…I don’t know…”

Bumblebee growled in frustration. “Sari!” The mech transformed into his automobile mode. The young techno-organic quickly getting into the passenger seat and buckling in, “When you guys decide what to do, you can find us downtown!” The yellow bot spun his tires as he floored the gas, speeding down the street towards the uprising of terrified screams and running crowds of humans as the Detroit residents began to panic at the sight of the large Guardian hovering above their city.

“Prime?” The medic turned to their young leader, “It’s your call, Sir?”

“…” Optimus shifted on his pedes, looking once more up at Omega Supreme, then downtown. Then back towards the direction of their small Earth base. “The humans are already managing evacuation procedures. We will only hinder their efforts.” The Prime transformed, the fire truck switching on his headlights and sirens, “We need to get back to base and scavenge all the supplies we can. More Decepticons will not be long behind Omega Supreme. I doubt our current base will escape an attack. We’ll have to find somewhere else to set up an emergency station.”

The other Autobots follow his lead, transforming alongside their leader. “I will gather as much fuel as I can carry!” Bulkhead informed.

“I’ll collect some of my gear from the Med Bay.” The medic rolled into a smooth glide upon the pavement after his transformation, sighing at the thought of what tools were absolutely necessary, and the others forfeited and left behind, “Seems this old bot will still have to patch you young bots together.” The older mech’s dry humor draws slight, unseen smiles from his companions.

“And I will see to collecting any communication gear, in case we are provided opportunity to attempt contact with any other Autobots.” Prowl finishes the relay of duties.

“All right.“ Optimus’ engine roared, “Autobots. Roll out!”

Grimlock/Optimus Prime
Crush

Sari clamped both hands over her mouth, stifling the soft snorts of laughter at the awkward scene occurring in front of them.

The other Autobots watch in dumb wonder, Ratchet muttering in disgust under his breath, hand covering his optics, “I’m too fraggin’ old for this.”

“It…” Bulkhead stuttered, “It’s kind of…cute.”

“…In what universe do you live in?” Bumblebee muttered.

Prowl sighed, glaring at the yellow bot, “He’s young. I’m not too surprised, given the episode with Blackarachnia and Meltdown.”

Not too far from them, Optimus Prime’s helm is tilted, optics wide in confusion at the thick trunk and fresh, rustling leaves, the tree gripped tightly within Grimlock’s sharp talons. The Dinobot shuffles his pedes ¯ for once shy and quiet ¯ thrusting the large ‘bouquet’ towards the Prime only with the encouragement of his two brothers.

The Prime isn’t familiar with the human tradition of receiving flowers, but his training and polite temperament indicated that he respond to the Dinobot’s gift. The young leader blinking at the steady rainfall of wet dirt and dangling roots, “T-Thank you, Grimlock.” Optimus stutters.

Grimlock preens.

Sari giggles. Privately wondering how long it would take before Optimus realized he is being courted.

Grimlock/Optimus Prime
Competition

Optimus Prime leads Jazz, the Jet twins, and Sentinel Prime onto Dinbot Island, the two Elite Guard returning to Earth for another security detail and update on the Decepticon forces.

Sentinel Prime decreed that he wanted to return to the site where Optimus Prime’s ship had crashed. Barking orders, commanding Optimus to lead the way while he and the cyberninja would follow. Jetstorm and Jetfire dragging their heels, the two distracted by a squirrel chattering at them from the bushes.

Optimus wasn’t completely eager to return so soon after the fiasco with Blackarachnia and Meltdown.

More so, he was concerned about someone else on the island.

“The Dinobots have some cool digs.” Jazz scanned the beach, watching a cluster of birds soar across the blue sky, “A bot could get used to this.”

“Blech!” Sentinel Prime kicked the wet sand off the bottom of his pede, hopping to the left to avoid a small crab that scuttled away in terror from the large Cybertronian, “Can we get a move on!” The Prime snapped.

Optimus Prime halts as the local birds and small fauna suddenly fall silent. In the distance, there is the loud thrum of heavy footsteps.

“Hold on,” Optimus raises a hand to halt the Elite Guard, “I think we have company.”

“What’s the big deal?” Sentinel’s hand clasps the other Prime’s shoulder, the blue and gold mech moving to circle around Optimus, scowling in the direction of the rustling line of trees and bushes, “Don’t tell me its those lumbering oafs that you Repairbots call Dinobots? Pffft! I’ll handle this.”

Optimus frowns at the mech presumptuousness. “Sentinel. Please wait. There’s something you should-”

With an earth-pounding roar, in beast-mode Grimlock tore out of the flora cover, sharp maw agape, hissing in fury as he bulldozes towards the small Autobot party.

“Whoa there, big guy!” Jazz ducks, avoiding a snap of metal fangs, the twins jumping to the side as the Dinobot spins around, rushing the Primes.

Sentinel yelped as the thick tail smashed into his abdominal plating, sending the Prime flying head over pedes backwards until he crashes into the underbrush.

Grimlock transformed, growling and baring his fangs. Curling both broad arms around the stunned red, blue, and white Prime, embracing the mech while snarling furiously at his cringing opponent. “Stupid truck! You keep hands off Grimlock’s fire truck! Or me Grimlock get mad!”

“Isn’t he already to being mad?” Jetfire mumbles from behind the safety of Jazz’s back, peeking over the cyberninja’s white shoulder.

“He is to being very growly and with the baring of the denta.” Jetstorm adds, huddled against Jazz’s back strut alongside his brother.

“…Optimus, something you need to tell us?” Jazz inquires, while the Prime sputters and unsuccessfully tries to wriggle free from Grimlock’s firm grip, barking half-sparked commands for the larger mech to put him down.

ShockwavexOptimus Prime STICKY
Right Fit

The Prime calmly raises his helm at the Decepticon’s entrance. The slave’s cool blue optics blinking up at the single ruby optic.

Without a word, Optimus turns to face the berth, bending over to bow over the side of the wide berth, bowing his helm in submission, assuming the traditional stance a slave must assume when a superior enters their room, seeking the warmth and company of their body.

“No.” Shockwave’s negative causes the Prime to stiffen. Glancing over his shoulder, Optimus frowns in confusion.

The Decepticon twirls a talon in the air, indicating for the Prime to turn around. “Lie down on the berth. On your back.”

Shockwave’s expression of approval is not easily noticeable, scrutinizing the Prime as he haltingly, but compliantly, follows his command.

The double agent purrs lightly in approval, tracing the smooth red chassis, lifting his bulk onto the berth. Optimus Prime automatically spreading his thighs to accommodate his weight and girth, the slave already a fast learner after his first few interfaces, earlier Decepticon partners not amused by his incompliance to welcome their embrace.

“…Why?” Optimus Prime shivers as the continuing quest of talons trace and map his chassis. Hands lying flat along the sides of his helm, staring up at his partner, “I thought my master does not like to share?” For obvious reasons, Megatron ¯ having taken ownership over the Prime only a handful of stellar cycles ago ¯ did not deem to share his slave with his soldiers, unlike the other unfortunate Autobots who remained in their prison cells. The cold, damp chambers having been the Prime’s ‘home’ and the place where not a few Decepticon soldiers had forced their affections upon him.

“Lord Megatron has seen fit to award my success in defeating Ultra Magnus, and assuming possession of his Hammer.” The Decepticon is kind enough to inform the slave.

“I see…” The Prime is still unfamiliar and uncomfortable with the slow partaking and exploring of Shockwave’s hands. Even Lord Megatron’s traveling lips and denta make him nervous, the slave still to raw and abused after too many previous partners forcing him onto his knees or flat against the wall, plundering and raping, taking their pleasure during an act that seemed like a few seconds, but at times slowed to run like hours.

His plating automatically snaps apart, revealing his port. Shockwave slides smoothly into place, plating retracting as well. Optimus Prime draws in an unsteady breath, slowly pierced, the plug sliding in snug and tight.

Shockwave groans, helm falling backwards in ecstasy, talons grating along the head of the berth, dragging flakes of silver off the metal bed.

“I…I…” Optimus grimaces, not in the least amount of pain, but feeling torn apart by the careful, practiced pace, the Decepticon’s rolling thrusts smooth and achingly slow, “I would have thought you would be more interested in lying with one such as Bumblebee. Y-You both have history together.” His hands wrap around the mech’s wrists, anchoring himself, each thrust causing him to arch and hover halfway off the berth.

Shockwave chuckles, “A slender model such as the yellow bot would be no match for my pleasure or requirements for a decent and prolonged interface.” The purple Decepticon buries his face into the mech’s neck, his pace begins to quicken, “It would be such a waste to break him after one go.”

“…mmmm…So I’m a…more suitable candidate.” His words are hitching, wrapping his arms around the Decepticon’s neck, face pressed to the rich purple chassis.

“For the same reason that you suit my master’s interest and affection,” Shockwave sends shivers of ice up the Prime’s back strut when he embraces the slave in a cage of polished, sharp steel, talons tickling his plating, “You are not so small you would break with the first thrust…Not too big and unappealingly bulky to look upon. A perfect fit.”

When overload finally peaks, Optimus’ vocals overrun with static. Dropping limp within the Decepticon’s grip, until the mech’s thrusts stutter to a sharp halt, codpieces kissing together as the two mechs collapse in a tangle upon the berth. Condensation settling across their plating.

It is only several breems later that Optimus Prime stiffens, feeling an appendage nestled between his thighs begin to grow rigid, “A-again?” He says in disbelief.

Shockwave shakes with wicked amusement, “After your time with Lord Megatron, you are still surprised? Any good Decepticon is the one whose partner isn’t able to walk out of the room on their own two pedes.”

MegatronxOptimus Prime
Conversion

“Megatron is Glorious! Megatron will lead us to Victory!! Megatron will wipe the organic horde off the face of this pathetic mud ball of a planet and scour the soil in flames and-” Lugnut sermon runs on and on, the soldiers ¯ once the Autobot team that had previously thwarted Lord Megatron’s efforts in reclaiming the Allspark ¯ but now after Soundwave’s upgrades, their allegiance swiftly turned.

Bored ruby optics begins to glaze over as the massive green and purple mech continues to drone on.

Bumblebee snickers quietly from his left. Optimus Prime’s ruby optics flickering slightly, catching the yellow bot’s humorous gaze, “Megatron is the greatest thing since the Internet. Since Primus!” The smaller mech chortles.

The medic scowls, matching Lugnut’s glare as the larger Decepticon realizes that his avid audience can barely contain their laughter, “You’re preaching to the converted, Lugnut.” Ratchet growls, the veteran soldier sighing in annoyance, “How many times are we going to have to sit back and listen before we actually land this ship?”

Bulkhead thumps his large clawed hand upon the vivid Decepticon crest upon his chassis, “We know our allegiance.”

Prowl’s ruby optics, narrowed into fine slits, is a clear sign to Optimus Prime that the ninja deep within meditation, dropping into the deep meditative state at the very beginning of Lugnut’s preaching.

Before Lugnut can tear into the medic, the bay doors slide open. The familiar sheen of gray and red plating indicates who is about to enter the room.

The soldiers immediately stiffen, assuming a uniform formation and saluting their superior as Megatron strides into the room.

“Sir!”

Lord Megatron scans his soldiers. Optics resting solely on the Prime for a long, pregnant moment before scanning the rest, “Is everything in order?”

“Yes, my Lord!” Lugnut intones.

Megatron simply nods sharply. “Optimus Prime.” He indicates with voice and a motioning hand for the Prime to follow him.

Optimus diligently follows, shivering in pleasure, knowing what his Lord was planning.

As soon as the two mechs step out of the room, and into an adjacent corridor leading to the loading bay, Optimus Prime is smashed against the wall. He shudders in pleasure, arms wrapping around his Lord’s neck, crying out softly as a thick thigh slides between his legs, forcing him to ride up and down Megatron’s smooth plating.

Megatron nips and laves and the hypersensitive plating of the Prime’s neck, hands kneading the mech’s aft, rocking and thrusting him against his massive frame. “I trust that you and your team can adequately handle this mission.” He purrs, suckling the mech’s mouth, glossa tangling, settling a bruise of energon upon the Prime’s lips.

Optimus manages to rip his mouth away with a wet pop, vents hitching for atmosphere. “I doubt that the organic life forms on this blue and green planet will offer too much trouble.” He massages his Lord’s broad shoulders, sliding willingly deeper into the larger mech’s arms as Megatron embraces him tighter.

“Hmmmm.” The twitching smirk upon his Lord’s lips causes his Spark to quicken, and numerous parts to throb in want, “However, if there is too much trouble for you to handle…If I am required to offer aide, I believe I will need to exact payment with your company. And your body.”

Optimus Prime mewls in pleasure, grinning in delightful lust at the ideas that cluster his CPU, “If that does indeed happen, my Lord, then I will personally be responsible in delivering stasis cuffs, chains, or whatever suits your desire. If that is what is required to fulfill my punishment.” The Prime purrs, trailing his hand along Megatron’s as he slips free, their hands the last to finally separate as Optimus is forced to rejoin his team.

The mission to wipe out the organic life forms would not require too much of his time, hopefully, and thus allowing him to return to the ship and his and his Lord’s berth.

Sentinel PrimexOptimus Prime
Commander

Sentinel’s team had lost Lugnut and Swindle, but the rest of the prisoners were returned to their appropriate cells after a short period wrestling the frozen Decepticons back to their containers.

Without warping ¯ Sentinel Prime denouncing the idea, not wanting to risk passing through another electrical storm ¯ the trip would take several solar cycles.

Optimus remained on deck with Sentinel Prime while Jazz and the Twins ended their shift, the three Autobots moving to their respective rooms and berths for a few joors of recharge.

Optimus admitted to not being too surprised when he’s shoved into the commanding officer’s seat, Sentinel Prime trapping him down with both hands slapping down upon the arm rests.

“You disobeyed a direct order earlier, Optimus.” Sentinel practically straddles the Prime, leering at the other mech, “As your newly appointed Magnus, I think that requires disciplinary actions.”

“Said disciplinary actions being?” Optimus Prime gulps when a hand slides affectionately up and down his chassis, Sentinel pressing in closer until their chassis’ brush.

“That’s Commander or Sir to you, Optimus.”
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