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Once we were through the ground-bridge and it had closed behind us, Ratchet took one look at the marks on my neck-cables and ushered me to the medical berth. ::You're okay!:: Bumblebee exclaimed, hugging me tightly around the waist. I smiled tiredly and patted the scout's helm. Ratchet shooed the mech away then began buffing out my neck. "What happened?" Arcee asked me. "Got captured by a Predacon," I answered blandly,"What do you think happened?" "It looks as if he attempted to engage you in some sexual activity," Ultra Magnus stated. "MAGNUS!!!" Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee scolded, their face-plates turning a light blue. I chuckled, then realized somebody was missing,"Where's Smokescreen?" "He's on evening patrol with Wheeljack," Optimus replied,"They'll be back within half an hour." I nodded, which resulted in Ratchet grabbing my helm to stop it from moving. "You do look...different, Chardirakii," Bulkhead said,"They give you an upgrade or something?" Ratchet finished with my neck and I climbed off the mefical berth. "Well..." I drawled, scratching the back of my helm,"Can I ask you all something?" "Sure," they all said in unison. "Okay, please don't freak out," I said, then transformed into a Predacon. Despite what they said, Arcee screamed, Bumblebee jumped backwards in shock, Ultra Magnus charged up his gun, and Bulkhead looked ready to faint while Ratchet pressed his back-plates to a console, optics huge. Only Optimus seemed calm, having had a warning in advance, though his optics did get considerably wider at the sight of my new mode. What's more...Smokescreen and Wheeljack drove in. "Hey, guys, any luck with finding Chardiraki...EEEE!!!" Wheeljack screamed, falling over backwards onto his aft. Smokescreen tackled me, hitting me in the side. "Optimus! Get out of here!" he shouted. I smacked the rookie on the side of the helm with the flat of my tail blade, then shook him off and transformed. "It's me, bucket-helms!" I growled in annoyance. "Oh...you're a Predacon?" Wheeljack asked, then his optics lit up,"Sweeeeet!!" Smokescreen slowly got up, keeping a wary optic on me. "How did you obtain this mode?" Ultra Magnus asked me. "Predaking," I replied simply,"He injected some sort of venom into my energon that gave me the ability to transform into a Predacon." From the corner of my optic I noticed Optimus tense up, some familiar anger flaring in his optics. "Anyway," I yawned,"It's pretty late so...maybe we should go recharge." Wheeljack and Bulkhead seemed to agree with that whole-sparkedly and immediately left for their rooms. Smokescreen held out a servo for me to shake, which I politely accepted. "Welcome back, Chardirakii," he muttered, averting his optics to the wall beside me. I smiled, even though the greeting hadn't been genuine, before heading to Optimus' shared berth-room. I walked over to the pullout berth and began arranging the sheets tidily. Optimus entered and I expected him to sit on his berth and talk with me for a while. Two servos grasped my arms and spun me around to face my Sparkmate, his optics still fairly upset. "Optimu-" he cut me off by kissing me hard on the intake, wrapping one arm around my waist and the other around my shoulder-plates to press me close to him. I stepped backwards a little and my leg hit the side of the berth. Closing my optics, I kissed back just as hard and wrapped my arms around Optimus' neck-cables. Optimus let go of me, only to push me onto the berth and climb on on top of me before capturing my dermas with his once more. I felt my helm-armor be removed and tossed aside, allowing my jet-black braid to fall out onto the sheets. I arched my frame up against Optimus' as he undid my hair, letting it fall over the pillow before pushing me back down. His servos travelled all over my frame, as if he would forget with his optics. Up my sides, down my arms, over my hips and thighs, then up my waist again. I was breathing pretty hard, and so was my Sparkmate, but if this was making him happy and sedating his anger then that too made me happy. Suddenly Optimus drew away, breathing hard, his breath warm on my dermas. "Chardirakii..." he whispered, his optics sad as they moved up my frame to meet mine. "Yes, Optimus?" I asked, stroking his face-plates gently. "I...I'm sorry," he said, then sat up, covering his face-plates with his servos,"I lost control...again." I sat up as well and pulled his servos away. "You were only reacting as a mech who loves his dear Sparkmate would," I replied, then kissed his fore-helm. Optimus ran a few digits lightly down the side of my helm, then brushed them against my neck-cables. "I just...whenever I see another mech...taking advantage of you it...ignites this rage inside me that I never knew I possessed," Optimus sighed, his digits lingering over the newly-buffed cables. I smiled,"At least I can count on you to save me when I cannot. Someday, I'll find an opportunity to repay you." "You don't have to," Optimus replied, a small smile gracing his handsome face-plates,"Your love is payment enough." He set his servos gently on my waist then pressed light, soft kisses to my neck-cables, as if trying to amend the hidden damage Predaking had lavished upon them. I closed my optics and sighed, enjoying the feel of his smooth dermas against my delicate cables. Optimus' servos dropped from my waist to my thighs, and lightly caressed the smooth armor covering them. A soft moan escaped my dermas before Optimus left my neck and kissed me, with less force than before. I wrapped my arms around his neck-cables and pulled him to lie beside me on the berth. That was how we fell asleep that night, entangled in each other's arms.
