More Than Okay
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Story #1 in the "Prime's Right" series and a fill to this prompt at Tfanonkink:
REQ: Any - Optimus/Any Autobot - It's Good to be the Prime, Heat Cycle 2016-07-19 07:35 pmAny Autobot that goes into heat, once found, is sent to Ironhide to be washed, polished, oiled, and then sent off to Optimus' berth for the night. Hopefully the mech emerges the next morning sparked up by the faction leader, who of course by virtue of the matrix is the fittest, strongest, wisest mech out there. It makes sense for him to be the one siring new sparks.
I'd love to see various Autobots being prepared by Ironhide (or some other lieutenant) and then placed in Optimus' berth to await him. Some could be scared. Some could be excited. Some could be unwilling for various reasons (and Ironhide might have to give them some sort of sedative or even physically restrain them). Some could be so excited they can't even wait and go out looking for the Prime, flinging themselves upon him demanding their turn RIGHT NOW!
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I don't own the characters; Hasbro does. I've only exploited them for entertainment purposes.
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Chapter 1
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"There! You look beautiful," declared Ironhide as he gave a few last rubs with his polishing mitt to Bumblebee's plating.
"Do I? You really think so?" asked the young 'bot.
"Prime's going to adore you."
Bumblebee smiled and made his way to the mirror. "I hope he does. It's my first time. Well, my first time in heat. But I've interfaced before so I know what to do. Well mostly what to do. I've never merged sparks before." When Ironhide walked over, Bumblebee grabbed the polishing mitt still in Ironhide's hand and went over himself again, buffing frenetically at an already perfect finish.
"Easy there, 'Bee," Ironhide chortled. You'll rub off your paint doing that!"
The scout laughed nervously. "Sorry. I'm just so... so..."
"Excited?"
"Yeah! Oh I hope we succeed! If we do, oh Primus! We'll have such a great sparkling. I'll name him... Ah... I'll name him 'Chase' or 'Hotwire' or something like that. One of those sexy, strong names."
Ironhide smiled. It was good to see a mech so eager to fulfill his obligation to this particular part of his duties as an Autobot. The last one had been nearly reluctant, clearly thinking about someone else instead of his Prime. He moved Bumblebee's joints about, stretching and folding him as he oiled the scout. "That's a nice idea."
"Thanks, Ironhide. I do hope he likes me in the berth. I want to make him happy, and not just because I'm going to bear a sparkling for him."
Ironhide chuckled at the small mech's confidence in the outcome. "I'm sure he will, 'Bee. You'll at least give him a night to remember."
Ironhide finished up his work and took Bumblebee into Optimus' quarters, leading him into the berthroom and tucking him into the berth. "You might want to get some recharge before he comes in if you can. Prime can go for miles, if you know what I mean," he advised.
"I'll try, Ironhide," said the little yellow mech gratefully, hopping into the berth and making himself comfortable.
Ironhide smiled. "Good luck, 'Bee."
"Thanks again, Ironhide."
Ironhide closed the door to the berthroom and let himself out, sending a message to Optimus. The latest was waiting and all too ready.
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Bumblebee woke as the mattress on the berth shifted, the massive Autobot leader climbing in with him. Immediately a strong hand roved over his chest plates. He onlined his optics but found the room completely dark. "Optimus?"
"Who else would it be?" rumbled the deep confident voice of the Prime.
"Oh, yeah, I guess." Bumblebee felt hugely embarrassed. "Sorry, I just thought that..."
A pair of lips overwhelmed his own bringing a halt to the apology. Purring, Bumblebee kissed back, and then was suddenly struck by an odd thought. He'd never once seen Optimus' face. Of course there was a lot he didn't know about Optimus, particularly when it came to intimate matters. Even though at least half of the force had shared a berth with him at some point in the past no one talked much about what happened behind locked doors, except that it was completely amazing.
The kiss broke with a gasp from each of them, and Bumblebee daringly brightened his optics, taking in the formerly hidden lower face of his lover. "Optimus..."
"Ironhide tells me that you're very eager for this. But if I go too quickly, or if I'm too much for your comfort range, tell me," he said softly, that large yet gentle hand straying over Bumblebee's waist and thighs.
"I'm very eager... I mean, well... I've been waiting to go into heat for such a long time for you. I can't stop lubricating!" he confessed. "I don't know if it's the heat or if I'm just so excited about what's going to happen."
Optimus smiled at that, and Bumblebee was delighted to see it. He'd never thought of his leader as having a mouth—some mechs didn't—but to now see one on his adored Optimus made him feel privileged.
"Lie back," the Prime commanded.
Bumblebee flung himself back, his head missing the pillow in his hurry to obey, but he quickly reached for it and tucked it under his head and shoulders.
Optimus' hand now drifted to the heated cover protecting Bumblebee's interface array, finding it hot to the touch, and at the slightest nudge it snapped open. Strong fingers circled the rim of the minibot's valve, then one pressed in.
"Optimus!" Bumblebee gasped. The single digit, easily three times the size of one of his own black fingers, filled the hot channel beyond the rim and electrified every sensor there. He immediately began moaning with pleasure as that single digit began to sink in an out of his exceedingly lubricated valve. And then suddenly it was gone, the finger withdrawing and finding a towel to wipe away the residues.
Bumblebee was about to ask what was wrong, or what he'd done wrong, when the Prime moved to lie atop him, crashing his lips against Bumblebee's in another passionate kiss, a long, powerful glossa edging into the minibot's mouth. Excitedly he met it with his own glossa, and the two tongues rolled together unhesitatingly. And then Bumblebee became aware of one more bit of the Prime touching him. Between his knee joints he could feel the tip of a large spike pressing against his plating.
"Are you ready, Bumblebee?" the Autobot leader asked, his voice low and husky with static and need.
Bumblebee tried to contain his enthusiasm, but he'd just realized how much Optimus wanted this as well. "Yes. Please don't make me wait any longer, Optimus," he whimpered.
There was no spoken response. Instead Optimus moved again, shoving apart the little mech's legs and then placing the tip of his spike at the entrance of his valve.
Beneath him Bumblebee trembled and shivered and waited to be claimed as the Prime's mate. Some said one was never fully a member of the faction until the Autobot leader had taken him to his berth, whether in personal desire or in the ritual of the heat cycle. Bumblebee had long admired the Prime, and wanted so much to be close to him—to be one with him and the matrix. He'd made himself available many times before, but the Prime had either missed the offer for its subtlety, or just wasn't interested.
But now he definitely was; the Prime wanted him without question. And hopefully they would conceive, which would only bring the Prime closer. He'd seen what happened when other unattached Autobots had provided for the faction—they'd moved into the Prime's quarters and been given a regular supply of top-grade energon as well as a lot of affection from the sire of their newsparks. Once for a while Optimus had three mates living under his care in this ritualized form of bonding.
And Bumblebee wanted that. Oh how he wanted that.
Optimus rolled his hips, impaling the yellow scout.
Bumblebee cried out, his hands scrabbling at Optimus' sides.
The larger mech froze, his spike now deep within the rippling mesh of the valve. "Are you all right? Does it hurt?"
"I'm all right," Bumblebee sobbed. He'd anticipated and expected what was to come, but it had been nothing like the real thing. "I just... I just need a moment to adjust to it. You're... really big."
"If it's too much..."
"No, no. It's not too much. It's just... just amazing." Bumblebee's grimace of surprise and pain morphed into a smile. "I want this, Optimus."
"I do too, Bumblebee," said the Prime affectionately.
Elated, the yellow mech shifted himself a little, vented a few times, and then reached up to grip the large frame balanced above him on knees and elbows. "All right. Just go slowly at first."
"Of course." Optimus placed a kiss on the top of the smaller mech's head, the only part of Bumblebee's he could reach with his lips right now due to their size difference, and he began to rock his hips slowly, moving very little inside of his partner.
Bumblebee moaned in delight—it felt absolutely incredible. The Prime was everything the rumors suggested. Bumblebee's whole frame shivered as the charge in his array began to build and the lubricants flooded into his valve anew. The pure physical pleasure was everything he'd hoped for. The sensations left his processor torn between wanting to overload quickly and wanting that building charge to keep building forever. But as Optimus' shallow thrusts grew longer and deeper, Bumblebee knew it would be the first of those options. He could feel his valve squeezing tighter and the tingling within it threatening to overspill. "I'm close," Bumblebee whined.
"Good," rumbled the Prime as he picked up the pace.
"So very close," came the second warning.
Optimus ceased his thrusting and shifted position yet again, this time sitting on the berth with the minibot impaled on his spike facing him. "Open for me, 'Bee," came the command.
Obediently the armor panels over Bumblebee's spark chamber split and slid away, revealing the hard steel case of his soul. The panels there spiraled away in turn, revealing the life force within. And Bumblebee locked optics with his leader, a look of unquestioned devotion and vulnerability on his face plate. "I love you Optimus," he bleated with all conviction.
The Prime said nothing but opened his chest as well, where two bright lights shone in their respective chambers—that of the Matrix and that of his own spark. Both suddenly irised open like a pair of eyes, and the light within flooded out, engulfing the tiny mech held in the Prime's hands.
Bumblebee screamed out in ecstasy as overload slammed into his systems with the force of an explosion, intense enough to white out his vision as forces beyond his everyday understanding assaulted him with divine pleasure. The charge that had built in his interface array, the light of his own spark, the power of Optimus' spark, the will of the Matrix, and the charge built up in Optimus' spike collided and spun in a tremendous vortex of sensation and power.
Optimus was drawn in as well, the great mech shaking and howling in the depths of his own orgasm.
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Bumblebee onlined to find himself sprawled across the Prime's chest, both of them lying on the berth now. His processors were still dizzy and reeling, and it took a few tries to right himself. When he did there was the unmistakable squelch and gush of oily wetness as some of the excess transfluid drained from his valve. And then he realized that he was still joined with the Prime; the huge silver spike remained inside of him. The Prime's chest was still open as well, though the Matrix and his spark chamber had closed up. Their lights winked and wavered teasingly at him, and immediately Bumblebee wondered if somewhere in that amazing, overwhelming moment his own spark had remembered what to do even if he hadn't. Hopefully the seed of a new life was already taking root inside of him.
Bumblebee lifted himself off of Optimus, snapped his array shut, and tried to roll onto the bed. But the Prime rumbled and moaned sleepily, an arm seeking out his lover. On finding him, the arm encircled Bumblebee and drew him back to his upper chest.
Close to the Prime's face again, Bumblebee pressed little kisses all over the faceplace before him, at least until the Prime's optics onlined and the big mech's rarely seen lip components curled into a tender smile. "Bumblebee, are you okay?" he asked.
"More than okay," sighed Bumblebee, settling in against his leader once more.
"Are you ready for more?"
"Am I ever!" chirped the little yellow mech enthusiastically.
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More to follow in Chapter 2
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