Emerald landed softly beside Pax. It was their first real mission together, and she was ready to go. She unhooked her parachutes and tucked them away. She smiled at Pax and touched his shoulder. "Don't back out on me."

"You don't back out on me!" Pax laughed and he readied his weapons. In front of them was the Decepticon warehouse, and they knew that because spraypainted as large as possible on the door was their emblem glaring at them. "Think we can still offer a bit of a surprise?"

"Sure can. Decepticons are dumb," she purred and she stood up to walk.

Before Pax could do the same, the cold barrel of a cannon pressed against the back of his helm and an even colder voice sneered, "But not as dumb as you two appear to be."

Emerald sighed and dropped her weapon. "We may have underestimated them."

"WE?!"

"I. I have underestimated them, Pax." She looked at him and grinned, her bright green optics shining. "But they're severely underestimating us." She turned, and while doing so, kicked out with her pede and knocked the gun out of the mech's servo. She then tackled him. Pax scrambled to his pedes and put the other Decepticon out of commision.

"You know what I've realized?" Emerald knelt by the mechs, taking anything she could and shoving them into her subspace. Pax helped her, finding a bag of Energon goodies. He subspaced them and looked at her. "We're really good at this."

Pax couldn't help but laugh. "Only you, Em."

She smiled.

Optimus stopped typing when there was a knock. "Who is it?"

"It's Ratchet. Can I come in?"

Finally, someone with manners! He smiled as he let the mech inside his office and he pulled his servos off the keys. He was actually feeling a little better due to a vibrating strip across his sensor and every so often his hips twitched. The medic pulled up a chair to sit across from the mech and he launched into a discussion. Optimus wasn't concerned about length at the moment. He was still beaming that the mech had knocked and used politeness instead of just assuming the mech wanted company.

"So I've taken stock of our equipment and I was pleasantly surprised. We have more than enough medical supplies and our Energon stocks are at a surprising high."

"That's good. We should keep up the good work and send out a patrol to find more Energon."
"That's what I was thinking. Maybe Bulkhead and Bumblebee? They work well together."

"Excellent. And I will send Arcee out on her own patrol. She could use the time alone. It must be frustrating to be the only femme."

"I believe she is getting used to it," Ratchet chuckled and he looked at Optimus' monitor. "What are you writing? Bulkhead mentioned you were writing something. I was hoping to also take a look."

Optimus turned the monitor around and let Ratchet read, but as he waited, he realized that his cycle was not being satisfied by the vibrating strip. He tapped the plus button on its remote and sighed as the vibrating picked up. He purred a little more.

Ratchet chuckled as he turned the monitor back around. "Writing about your oldest crew?"

"Yes. I think it is time."

"I knew you would get over your demons and realize that it wasn't your fault."

Optimus grunted lightly and sighed, looking away. "I know it is not, but I could have done something more..."

"Optimus."

The Prime lifted his optics slowly.

"You have to understand that it's not your fault. You couldn't have done anything more than you already did. You know this, don't you?"

"I do. But I can only wonder..."

"Don't wonder about the past. Life is in the present, not yesterday."

Optimus nodded and he rested his digits on the keys, trying to signal to Ratchet that he was done talking to the medic. His valve was clenching around nothing, and not because of the strip. His systems were heating up and soon, he feared Ratchet would be able to smell his desire. The room was only so big and the scent was so strong...

But Ratchet tipped his helm back and sniffed, his optics narrowing. "Are you in heat?"

"I-..."

"Optimus..." He got up and he walked over, lifting the Prime out of the seat. "You should have told me. How long have you been suffering like this?"

"Ratchet, please," the Prime whimpered as the medic exposed both of their arrays. He didn't like that no one was paying attention to what he wanted. Why couldn't they listen to him?
"Shh. You need this," he insisted as the medic sat him down on the long spike.

Optimus' valve immediately clenched around it and he shook. Ratchet commanded the Prime to keep working, and he tried to, but the jolting thrusts into him made his work jerky and he pressed the BACKSPACE button a lot more than he would have normally.

Before Optimus' overload even thought about coming around, Ratchet spent himself into his valve. The fluid burned in his valve and seeped into his womb. He trembled, hoping that the whole team didn't get him carrying. He hadn't thought of it before now, but it was a real possibility...

Ratchet slid out of his valve and turned the mech around, pushing him down onto the desk so he laid there, his legs spread as wide as they could go. His kisses spread around his valve and pressed into his clit, making him squeal and squirm. Ratchet was deligent, quick, and made sure Optimus got his overload and three more.

When the medic left with a final kiss, Optimus was still laying on his desk, not wanting to do much of anything but lay there and collect his breath.

And that was when Wheeljack decided to let the Prime know he was going to disobey previous orders. Optimus couldn't hide from the smirking mech that walked towards him.

"Oh, Optimus..."

The Prime gulped.