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Title: Drabble Rabble

Series: Transformers Animated

Author: dreamerchaos

Genre: slash

Rating: G all the way to NC-17.

Pairing: Optimus Prime and various. Each pairing listed by the accompanying drabble.
Disclaimer: All rights owned by Hasbro and others, etc. I do not write any of this for profit.
Warning: Mech on mech hinted. Smexing described. Plug n’ play. Use extreme caution before proceeding. If this isn’t your thing, that’s fine and all. Just hit the back button.

Author’s note: I blame geminigirl83’s wonderful fics and drabbles. Especially the LockdownxProwl ones. Myself, I adore many of the TFA bots, but I find that my little spark in especially smitten with Optimus Prime. Yes. I shall admit to it. I’ve only seen Seasons one and two, so bear with me on that.
None of these drabbles are interconnected unless I take note in specific sections.

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BlitzwingxOptimus Prime

BlitzwingxOptimus Prime

BlitzwingxOptimus Prime

MegatronxOptimus Prime
(Smex warning!!)

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BlitzwingxOptimus Prime
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Kamikaze

“These accursed earth modes are moderately tolerable.” Lugnut snarled, engines a dull thrum as he and Blitzwing soar above Detroit. “But our glorious Megatron deigns that we continue to use these disguises in order to continue to scour the city for the Autobot scum.”

The jet flying low beside him bounced, jolting into a near complete stop before quickly shifting into his bipedal form. Random cackled excitedly, peering down at a recognizable red and blue speck down near the warehouse district. “OOOh! I found the firetruck!”

“FOOL!” Lugnut tilted around to bank in the air, returning to hover alongside his fellow Decepticon. “Do not reveal our position!”

Blitzwing clasped his servos together as he swooned. Grinning widely, he sighed dreamily, “I’ll hug him and squeeze him and love him and play with him-”

“Blitzwing!” Lugnut roars. To no avail. The triplechanger dropping like a stone, sailing straight like an arrow down towards the streets of Detroit. Shrieking with gales of laughter as he made a kamikaze dive for the Prime.

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BlitzwingxOptimus Prime
*(I’m noticing a trend here)
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Persuasion

“Oh sure, this guy would be great at a party.” Bumblebee whined, ducking behind an overturned cement barrier. Prowl and Ratchet ducking their helms as a blast of ice narrowly missed their audios.

“Cursed Autobots!” Icy switched to Angry. The snarling Decepticon raining fire upon the amassed pile of automobiles. “I’ll crush you puny bots into paste beneath my pedes!”

“Why are we going out of our way to try and handle this guy?” Bulkhead covered his head with his servos. “He’s handed us our respective behinds on more than one occasion.”

“We have to keep him away from civilians.” Prowl carefully peered over the barrier. “There are too many innocent bystanders within the area.”

“If we don’t handle the innocent bystanders, and save our sorry afts, there won’t be anything left in this neighborhood to fill a scrap heap!” Ratchet snaps, firing a short magnetic beam, throwing a crushed automobile towards the Decepticon. The tossed weapon casually batted aside by the furious triple-changer.

“Ratchet. Bulkhead.” Optimus leaned out from behind the safety of a nearby concrete pillar. “Protect the civilians. Bumblebee. Clear the largest of the debris from the street with your stingers so that there is a clear path for the humans to flee to safety. Prowl. Captain Fanzone and his men are in-bound. I need you to intercept and keep them back, otherwise more innocent lives with be in danger.”

“Boss ‘bot, what about you?” Bumblebee halted, meeting their leader’s gaze.

“I’ll handle Blitzwing.”

“WHAT!!!”

“B-but Boss!”

“Optimus, this isn’t wise-”

“Do you want to end up in the slag heap?!”

“Trust me.” Optimus motioned with his hands for the bots to calm down. “I think I can handle him.”

Bulkhead snagged Bumblebee before the yellow repair bot could run forward to join Optimus as the leader strode towards the raging Decepticon. “Boss!” Bumblebee shouts in panic.

Blitzwing halts his attack, turning to face the smaller Autobot as Optimus came to a stop, standing not too far in front of the triple changer.

Angry swiftly shifted into Icy. “I am impressed by your courage.” The triple changer’s hand snapped forward, snagging the mech by his collar strut. He yanked the Autobot closer, “But regardless, it is a foolish endeavor.”

“Blitzwing.” Optimus kept his voice calm and firm. “Please cease your attack on this neighborhood. And leave this city.”

A twitch of a smile from the Decepticon. “Do you believe it will be that simple?” He tilted the Autobot’s chin up with the other hand, fingers tugging the mech’s face closer.

Optimus maintained optical contact. “Perhaps a trade, then?”

A small flash of surprise, and then Random took over. “All right!” The Decepticon snickered. The hand released his shoulder, snaking around to drag the smaller mech flush against his chassis. “But only if you give us a kiss!”

In the background, the Prime could hear the younger repair bots stutter and crash together from the shock of the large mech’s proposal. “What?!”

Optimus raised his hands to lay them over the mech’s spark. “It’s a deal.” He rose onto the tips of his pedes. The triple changer bending downward, face split into an – if it were ever possible – far broader grin.

The victorious smile melted when the Autobot dropped a short, bare brush of a kiss upon the larger mech’s forehead.

Random’s arms fell limp to his side, bottom lip wibbling. “B-but…” The mech pouted.

Optimus took a step back. “We had a deal, Blitzwing.” He reminded the stunned Decepticon.

“…fine.” Shoulders hanging in a sulk, the triple changer assumed his jet mode, shooting upwards towards the sky. Leaving the quivering groups of humans to recover from the shock of the Decepticon’s attack, and the rest of the small Autobot team to flabbergast over how Optimus successfully escaping the triple-changer’s mercy with nary a scratch on his paint.

“Dude. Seriously.” Bumblebee bumped his shoulder against Prowl’s. “Did that just happen? Please pinch me, I think I’m dreaming.”

Ratchet smacked a hand along the back of the bright yellow mech’s head, inciting a shapr, indignant pained yelp.

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BlitzwingxOptimus Prime
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Second Dance
Sequel to ‘Persuasion’

Optimus should not have felt so caught off-guard by the sound of jet engines.

And he should have heeded the…vibrant greeting as the mech swooped down from the sky.

“Yoo hoo! Darling! Mi amour!!”

He gasped as arms swept around his waist, swinging him around and into the triple-changer’s embrace. “What are you doing here?!” He demands as the Decepticon dips him low, as if he were a dance partner.

Random bowed over him. “This time I’m going to show you how proper mechs kiss!” Optimus pushed at the mech’s chin, to no avail, trying to keep the triple changer from accosting him. “Now pucker up!” The Decepticon gleefully instructed his partner.

Later…

“Op-Optimus?” Bulkhead stared in awe as his leader walked – No, that was the right word, – drifted in through the warehouse gate. His face slack from shock, pedes moving forward but barely lifting from the floor.

“Primus, what happened to you?” Ratchet stared, appalled at the scrapes and scuffed paint. “Did you get mauled or decide to tangle with a trash compacter?”

Optimus grasped onto the door frame, making a slow, uneven path towards his room. Desperately needing the safety of his berth to recover. The low, exhausted snarl of “Blitzwing…” was the only explanation he offered before disappearing from the main living room area, shoulder bumping along the wall as he made the long journey to his room.

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MegatronxOptimus Prime
(Smex warning!!)
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Prisoner

‘This couldn’t be happening…’

His arms lay limp within the cradle of his lap, the electric signals no longer registering in those numb limbs. The Decepticon’s underhanded use of the pair of stasis cuffs having disabled the use of any means for the Prime to resist or try and crawl away.

They had failed.

The Space Bridge technology was in the hands of Megatron and his ilk.

The Decepticons now possess the ability to jump to any coordinates across the galaxy or universe.

Megatron made swift use of the technology. Dismembering the traitor Starscream, hurling each separate limb or servo into the wormhole – each piece designated to a different coordinate - until finally, negligently tossing the seeker’s blistering cursing head into the Space Bridge. Destined for one last destination.

The Decepticons marched upon Cybertron, meeting very poor resistance. Taking prisoners left and right, adding captured Autobots to the small cache of ‘criminals’ personally transported back to Cybertron by Megatron’s unit that had been based on the planet Earth.

The roar of a massive army of Decepticons reached the outer rim of Cybertron, mechs and femmes ablaze with glory and battle lust.

In the midst of their victory over the Autobot elite forces, many of the Decepticons decided to find ways to sate their aggression and lust.

Optimus Prime was no less unfortunate.

He whined as another, slow roll of the hips pushed the plug deeper into his port. Thighs spread obscenely around the Decepticon leader’s waist. The Prime’s cheek banged against the platform of the berth, unable to consciously avert his optics from the predator overstretching his prone form.

The worst part…

The worst was that Megatron, seeming to have wordlessly discerned that the Prime was untouched, had made it his duty to proceed slow and gentle. Coaxing his body into submission, splaying him open for glossa and hands to trace every curve and indent.

As if the Decepticon leader was not his captor, but his lover.

“Ooh!” Prime managed a grimace as a trembling gasp escaped, the curl of pleasure licking up his back. Megatron chuckled, inclining forward and dipping his glossa into the Prime’s gasping mouth, mapping the farthest corners of the damp cavern.

And, oh, how bitter Prime felt that his own body was willingly prisoner to the Decepticon’s every touch.
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