Vegas or Bust

Chapter One: Vegas or Bust

Warning: Ratings for this story is overall PG-13/R. There is hardcore robotxhuman!sex in up coming chapters. Flaming will only get Ironhide in a bad mood, you have been duly warned.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer : Don't Own. Am broke.

Summary: Will Lennox wake's up with a headache and a lot of unanswered questions about what he had done the night before in Vegas.

Notes: This started as a one-shot and is now going on seven chapters. Enjoy my little sexual look into Ironhide/Will Lennox's relationship.

Will didn't know exactly where he was. His head was pounding, his ears had a strange ringing in them, and his eyes only saw flashing lights and shimmers. He tried to move but his muscles ached and for some reason his ass was sore. What the hell did I do last night? Will asked himself as he tried again to see straight and move into a more comfortable position.

First thing his fuzzy mind comprehended was that he was in a leathered interior of a truck. Not just any truck, his subconscious told him, the Autobot Ironhide. The weapons specialist extraordinaire who had somehow gotten him inside with Will unconscious and drunk. Will smelled his breath, alcohol and his body...wait he was naked! How the hell did he get naked?

Next he realized that he was sticky, his cheeks turned bright red as he saw that there was cum all over the interior of the truck, no the Autobot, no Ironhide. His conscious wanted to fall back to sleep and try to wake up from the nightmare, but something moved that wasn't him. Shit, was their someone else in the truck, Autobot, Ironhide with him?

"Will?" The voice boomed into his head, as Will felt vibrations rack his unsteady body. He held his hand over his mouth trying to hold back the bile that was threatening to spill. "Are you alright, my sensors detect..."

"Just tell me where my pants are, I need to get to a bathroom." Will said as he tried to think of something to keep his throat constricted till he could get to a toilet.

"The closest toilet is 50 feet inside the Bellagio." Ironhide informed him. "Clothing is required to enter, your shirt is in the back your pants are on the front seat."

"Thanks I owe you." Will said as he struggled to get his dirty shirt and pants on he had no time to put on his underwear. Ironhide opened the side door and Will walked up to the doorman who looked at him curiously but let him enter. Will made a B-line for the bathroom and got to the toilet just in time. After he had washed as best he could he tried to make himself look more presentable, especially if he wanted to not be asked too many questions by his wife.

He got back into Ironhide relieved and apologized for the mess in the back. "You know what they say about Vegas?"

"What?" Ironhide asked, though Will suspected the Autobot already knew what he was going to say.

"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Will said smiling as Ironhide pulled out onto the strip and Will watched the bright lights of the city that never slept quickly turn into a blur.

"You know what they say about me?" Ironhide asked, it actually sounded like he was smiling, if that was possible.

"What?" Will asked curious.

"What happens in Ironhide stays in Ironhide."

Will laughed and agreed, Ironhide felt content as he accelerated down the open road.

Notes cont'd: What happens in Ironhide stays in Ironhide came from a icon I made on LJ that got a lot of comments about the story behind it, this one-shot was created from those comments.