Warriors (Wheeljack X Oc)

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Soldier's Perspective

                      I watched as Ratchet did his scans and supplied my energon. As he was repairing my wing, he hits a sensitive spot underneath my rotor and I jerk the blades up, spinning them. "Frag's sake!!!" He screams in pain. "WheelJack I thought you had him under control!!!" "Well it's not like I knew that he was going to do THAT!!" Wheeljack as his name is, says. 

                   I look over to the medic that was holding his bleeding servo, tightly. "Next time, don't touch me there." He rolls his optics and works on a different spot. 

                    "Wheeljack, holds his rotors so he doesn't hit me again." Ratchet says. Wheeljack walks to the back of me and I stutter "W-wait no no NO!!! DONT-- UGH!!!" Wheeljack grabs both of the rotators on my rotors, tightly which I jolt my helm down, yelling in pain. My faceplate heats up, and energon starts leaking out of my mouth. "Wheeljack, let him go...." The leader orders. Wheeljack lets go and walks to the front of me. "What happened? You didn't freak out when Ratchet touched it... Why me?" He faintly blushes. I grab my faceplate and throw up again. 

               "Damn it......" I whine. Wheeljack tries to help me but I kick of his chassis, falling off, into strong arms. I look up to see the leader. I press against his chassis and groan "Sire, help me...." The room falls silent. "Did he call you, Sire?" Fowler asks. The leader nods. "I'm sorry young one, but why did you call me that?" He asks. I explain "You look like one of my creators. His name was Orion Pax." He smiles "Well that was my old name. My name is Optimus Prime now." I nod and close my optics. I open them, seeing the look in Wheeljack's..... Beautiful optics... He was extremely worried. 

                        I look back up to Optimus "Can Wheeljack hold me?" I ask. Optimus is shocked at this but then calms, nodding. I look to Wheeljack who blushed. "Soldier.... Are you crazy or something?" The human asks. I yell back "Fuck off, tiny." He goes speechless and leaves. Wheeljack walks over to me and Optimus sets me in his arms. I hold onto his chassis. "You really aren't that heavy actually." He laughs. I roll my optics. "Anyways, We'll be up top, come find us." He says. 

                     We go up to the top and Wheeljack sits next to his ship, setting me infront of him. I lay back and set my helm in his lap. "You are a strange co--- Cybertronian. Anyways, what can I call you, soldier?" I close my optics at his warmth.  I don't know why he felt so.... safe to be with.... Wreckers are never safe. But then again, neither am I. "That. I like that." I say. He asks "what?" "Soldier. Call me Soldier." I look up to him to which he smiles, "Hm, cute..." I start blushing and I quickly sit up, throwing up in my servo again. "Oh scrap!!! I'm so sorry, I forgot!!!" I lay back against Wheeljack, whiping my mouth. "It's fine, just stop doing it..."

                 After a few minutes with my eyes closed, I feel Wheeljack's digits rub along the side of my neck cables. The disgusting feeling goes away and I start blushing without having to throw up. I start purring and I grab his wrist lightly, rubbing the top of his servo with my index and middle digits. "Relaxed?" He asks. I smile slightly but it slowly goes away. It almost hurt to smile anymore. 

                      I pull my servo back down and Wheeljack copies his other servo, using both against my neck cables. My face heats up twice as much and I roll my optics into the back of my helm. His touch felt so right against my metal skin. I start breathing louder as he starts rubbing harder. I bite my lower liplate, holding back a moan. Wheeljack stops and takes his servoes away. "Why'd you stop?" I ask. He says "I thought you were about to throw up again so I stopped."

                        I sigh and turn onto my side, pressing my faceplate into the inside of his thigh. He heats up again and sets his servo back on my neck cables beginning to rub the side again.