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Optimus x Ratchet

Optimus carried his injured mate into the medbay, the mech in his arms whining softly and clinging to his mate in an early heat and injured after a failed mating attempt from another bot.

Ratchet winced as Optimus gently set him down on the examination table, his injured side throbbing with pain. He curled up in a fetal position, whimpering softly as he tried to ease the discomfort. Optimus frowned, feeling a wave of protectiveness wash over him as he looked down at his mate.

"It's going to be okay, Ratchet. I'm going to take care of you," he said softly, running a soothing hand over the medic's helm. Ratchet nodded weakly, his optics dimming as he slipped into recharge.

Optimus watched over him for a while, making sure that his mate was stable and comfortable. He couldn't help but feel angry at the bot who had hurt Ratchet, and he knew that he would do whatever it took to protect his mate from harm.

As Ratchet slept, Optimus sat beside him, lost in thought. He knew that Ratchet's injuries were serious, and that he needed to be careful not to aggravate them. He also knew that he needed to be there for his mate, to provide comfort and support during this difficult time.

As he sat there, he couldn't help but remember the failed mating attempt that had led to Ratchet's injuries. He felt a surge of anger towards the bot who had hurt his mate, and he vowed to make sure that justice was served.

But for now, his focus was on Ratchet. He watched as his mate slept, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. He reached out to brush Ratchet's face, his touch gentle and loving.

"Rest, my love," he whispered. "I'll be here for you when you wake up."

As the hours passed, Optimus remained by Ratchet's side, his attention never wavering. He could see the pain etched on his mate's face, and it broke his spark to see him in such agony.

But despite the pain, Ratchet's heat was becoming stronger, and Optimus knew that he needed to do something to help his mate. He reached out to gently stroke Ratchet's arm, hoping to ease some of his discomfort.

"It's okay, Ratchet," he murmured. "I'm here for you. You're not alone."

Ratchet moaned softly, his optics flickering open. He looked up at Optimus, his expression pained and vulnerable. "Optimus," he gasped. "Please...help me."

Optimus nodded, his determination firm. He would do whatever it took to make sure that Ratchet was safe and comfortable. He reached out to take Ratchet's hand, his touch gentle and reassuring.

"I'll take care of you, Ratchet," he promised. "Just let me know what you need."

Ratchet squeezed Optimus' servo, his grip tight and desperate. "I need...I need you," he whispered, his voice strained with need.

Optimus understood what his mate was asking for, and he knew that he couldn't deny him. He leaned in close, pressing his derma to Ratchet's in a tender kiss. He could feel the heat radiating off of his mate, and he knew that the only way to ease his discomfort was to mate with him.

"I'm here for you, Ratchet," he murmured between kisses. "I'll take care of you."

With that, he gently lifted Ratchet off the examination table and carried him to the berth. He laid him down gently, his touch tender and loving. As he began to mate with his mate, he knew that he was doing everything in his power to ease Ratchet's pain and make him feel loved and protected.

And in that moment, as they moved together in perfect harmony, Optimus knew that nothing could ever come between them. They were mates, and their love would always guide them through even the most difficult of times.

As they mated, Ratchet's pain began to ease, replaced by a sense of pleasure and comfort. He clung to Optimus, their sparks merging and intertwining as they moved together.

Optimus could feel the heat building within him, the need to claim his mate growing stronger with each passing moment. He moved with purpose, his touch gentle yet possessive. He knew that Ratchet needed him, and he was determined to give his mate everything he needed.

As they reached their peak, they cried out in unison, their frames writhing together in pleasure. And in that moment, they knew that they were more than just mates - they were soulmates, destined to be together forever.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Optimus knew that he would do anything to protect his mate. He would fight to the end of the universe if it meant keeping Ratchet safe and happy.

"I love you, Ratchet," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his mate's helm.

"I love you too, Optimus," Ratchet replied, his voice soft and content.

And with those words, they drifted off into recharge, their love and bond stronger than ever before.