Transformers Prime: Optimus Prime X Ratchet (One Shots)

NFSW: Forever with you

Nsfw TFrid 2015
Between Battle grounds pt 2 and Operation Overload pt. 1

Summary: Optimus and Ratchets one year anniversary is coming up and Optimus wants to make it a day that Ratchet will never forget...

   Optimus placed his hands on his hips and let go a frustrated sigh. Where in the allspark was Ratchet? How long could it take to repair a few flesh wounds! He put his hand on his crest and closed his optics. Usually he was never this antsy or frustrated with certain things didn't go the way he would like them to, but this was different to him.
              This was a very special day after all. Today was the one year anniversary that Ratchet had told the team about his feelings for their leader. And Optimus wanted to make it very special for his medic. He wanted to make it a day that Ratchet would never forget. For Ratchet wasn't so open about their relationship and Optimus respected his medics wishes, but today was different. He wanted things to go perfect for Ratchet.
     They had always been old friends since the war of Cybertron had began. They had gotten to know one another when Optimus was still a data clerk and Ratchet was training in medic school. Ratchet had learned of Orion's good data clerk skills and had enlisted in his help on decoding a lost message from an old autobot crashed ship. And that was thought to have been lost eons ago. Orion agreed to the task. However he only agreed if the medic in training would help him decode it. Ratchet was a bit taken a back by this request, but if that was what the clerk had wanted to to decode the message then so be it. He was also taken a back by how charming the young bot was. He had a certain charm to his face. His optics were perfectly rounded with just a small curve at the end. They reminded him much of the legendary matrix of leadership. That was said to have been lost to the stars millions of eons again.
So the two bots set out on decoding the lost message. Orion was hesitant at first.
    "I don't think I can do this". He believed that maybe another bot was more skilled then him, but the medic reassured him that he was a very skilled clerk and he was definitely up for the challenge. So with the new found friends words he began the long task.
     Throughout the entire process Orion would hit difficult spots and after mega cycles of yelling at himself he would give up, however Ratchet would tell him to look at it from a new perspective and try again. Just like that Orion would overcome the hardships and continue to zoom through the decoding process, as if nothing had happened.
Ratchet over a few weeks became very interested in how Orion wanted to be a data clerk. There were plenty of better jobs for a bot of his intelligence to do, but this young bot chose to be a data clerk in the halls of the great Iacon, but why?
    "Orion my friend how did you end up here? In the halls of Iacon". Ratchet asked him one evening after they finished another set of data.
     "I-I don't really remember..I mean I do remember Alpha Trion asking me if I wanted to be a clerk in the hall of records, but that's really all I remember". Orion replied to his friends question. Ratchet didn't know what to say. It was very rare for just a simple Cybertronian to not remember their past forms. But Orion must have been one of those rare bots.
Looking back on those old times made the him smile. Optimus had missed those days of just decoding messages and spending time with his old friend, but things had changed and he had realized that. He wasn't just a data clerk anymore and his medic just wasn't a medic training. They were both much more then just that.
     "Optimus". The medics voice barked from the medic bay. Optimus turned his helm at the sound of his medics voice and rushed to his aid.
      "Yes, old friend". Optimus replied while he put a hand on his medics curved shoulder. He could sense the direr need in his medics voice and it scared the autobot leader. He worried non stop about his lover, but he didn't want to say anything.
      "Are we sure that Bulkhead is alright?" Ratchet nearly never questioned his medic skills after the incident that happened a few months ago, but this was a shock to the larger bot. Ratchet was beginning to doubt himself, but Optimus wasn't about to let him do this again.
     "Ratchet are you doubting your medical skills?". Optimus smirked at the fidgeting medic. Ratchet glared up at the Prime and looked away.
     "I-I of course not Optimus". He sat his hands up on his red and white hips. Then huffed and sighed.
      "Please talk to me Ratchet, old friend". Optimus spoke up. "We're Sparkmates after all". Ratchet rolled his optics and turned back to the Medical bay. Optimus sighed then put his hand on Ratchets back. He then inched his hand slowly down the medics back. He then stopped just above his aft plating. He could sense the uneasiness of his medics servos and dove right in. He pushed the medic up against the nearest wall and reached down for his spike. The look on his medics face was speechless. He was in awe of how fast his lover could move and with such ease. Grabbing it in hand he tightened his grip on the gray stick as Ratchet let out a scream of pleasure.
     "Be gentle". The medic cried out. Optimus pushed the spike into his valve then began grinding up and down against his medics grill.
     "You like that?" The leader smiled.
      "Yesss...". He wanted this feeling of pleasure and feeling to fill all curves and angles of his medics body. He wanted to suck the sweetness out of every inch of him. To feel what he feels so he pulled the spike out and lodged it into his sweet hole of darkness. He slipped his glossa over the spike. Licking away all the blue nectar. He then bit down on the stick and watched his medics face blush with desire. He could feel the pleasure and warmth flow from him to Ratchet. And he loved every second of it and wanted more.
    Wrapping his left leg around Ratchets he then let go of his medics spike. The medic had a bright red face and his optics were closed. Optimus smirked. He was enjoying this so much that he couldn't stop smirking.
     "Optimus-" The medic slowly opened his optics. Then looked down at the kneeling autobot.
     "Yes old friend?"
Ratchet reached down and kissed the Primes face. "Happy one year anniversary".