Authors Note: This is the 'M' rated chapter that belongs after Chapter 4 of 'Scent of the Future'. It's what happened after Optimus took Elita into his quarters for some private time.
Many thanks to Plenoptic for chasing my butt around with heavy objects and threatening violence on my head unless I hurried up and finished this! She's a sweetie. LOL There may or may not be another 'M' chapter to come. That depends. We'll see! There's also a big clue to what happens next in 'Scent of the Future' in this, but you'll have to be awake to catch it.
Elita One let herself be lowered gently onto the recharge berth belonging to her sparkmate, Optimus Prime. She stared up at him avidly, expectant, waiting – too much time had passed since they had shared sparks or been able to complete an interface session.
"Give me one moment..." Optimus stood back, re-routing his comlink and other communications devices to Prowl and Jazz. He was not going to stand for interruptions of any kind until he was ready to receive them.
Which might be a while...
"One moment?" Elita arched an optic ridge, smoothing one of her hands over her newly armored form appreciatively. "I think I'd like to wash some of this filth off from driving if you're going to take one moment." She stood up, intending to head for the private wash area her mate had installed in the corner of his spacious quarters. She couldn't imagine linking with her partner in the public wash racks. Although Jazz and Ironhide would enjoy the view, and offer unashamed running commentary. Bumblebee would be shocked enough to crash to the floor and go into involuntary stasis.
"No, Elita, stop," Prime held out an arm to stall her. She ducked under it with a laugh. Optimus swivelled upon one large foot, gazing after his partner. "Lita, wait!"
She ignored him, getting closer to the water facility. She knew he liked to chase after her.
"Wha..." Elita gasped at the firm hand which enclosed on her arm. The other hand held onto her shoulder and backed her up wilfully so she was stumbling along in reverse with the large mass of her sparkmate's chest blocking her view. "Optimus?!"
She looked up in shock at her bonded. Her back collided with a soft thump to the wall. Optimus was towering over her with his massive physique. His shoulders and chest blocked out the light from above. His optics shed blue luminescence over her captured form. He didn't say anything for a second, just staring down at her, the lower regions of his face dark and the spark in his chest offering faint flashing light between the thin spaces in his chest armor. She blinked up at him, her hands tucked up against her own chest. What was he doing?
"Hey! Back up! Let me go!" She poked a stiff finger into his chestplates for emphasis.
"You are very... beautiful, Elita. Very beautiful."
"Yeah, thanks, but," she looked for a way to slip out from his embrace and deliver a playful kick to his arrogant aft. "Can we go back to your berth?"
"No." His voice was firm, reverberating and utterly steady.
"...No?"
"I want to show you how much I appreciate you."
Long red and blue armored legs shifted to encase her lower body within their confines, snuggling around her hips and thighs.
"How much I love you."
His hands trailed down from her shoulders, down her arms, to settle possessively on her hip plates.
"How much my spark screams for yours."
His crotch armor pressed into her abdomen. He played with a few more alternating magnetic fields while rubbing his body against hers. The back of her head hit the wall with rhythmic thumps, echoing the mag fields being swept up and down her body for her pleasure.
Her body shuddered when he finally ceased with the magnetics, bent over, planted one hand above her head on the wall, and brushed his mouthplates against the side of her head. "Do you find it amusing to make me work for every touch you allow me to have?" he asked softly.
"What? O-Optimus-"
He cut her off by pressing the front of his body more authoratively against her, "Mmmm? What was that?"
"I... I..."
Prime smiled predatorily, "I thought so." Keeping one hand on the wall, pinning her gently with his heavy physique, he brought his other hand down to stroke his thumb along the side of her cheek. "Can I not do as I please as well? I am one half of this relationship, am I not?" Before he had even finished speaking, he had reached out with a localised magnetic field and dragged it playfully over the front of her chestplates.
"...ugh! Primus!" She squirmed and undulated with pleasure, caught between the wall and her lover. Her spark was fluttering, banging against it's metallic restraints.
He used the magnetic field again, this time grazing her with extravagant swirls, watching as her optics fizzed out and a long groan was wrenched from her throat. He kept her enclosed between himself and the wall, he was not going to give her one little miniscule opportunity to resist or escape.
When he deemed her compliant enough to his wishes, he set about the next phase of his little dominating seduction. Dropping his arms down, he lifted her up by her hips and settled her legs around his hip armor. Her body began to slip down the wall. He angled his hips under hers to keep her back pressed up to the wall. Her face was now much closer to his own.
Prime slid a thumb back and forth under her jaw, tipping her head back and stroking her chin, watching her reactions. She moaned and quivered.
She yelped when he brought his face close up to hers, optic-to-optic, almost brushing each other's nose plates, "Who do you belong to?" he rumbled demandingly. His gaze was menacing, promising that if she brought forth the wrong answer, she was likely to find the support that was holding her up being suddenly withdrawn, and her aft hitting the floor with no grace what-so-ever.
"Uh..."
His optics flashed, "Who?"
"Umm..." She stifled a giggle with a cough.
She was pulled away from the wall abruptly, causing her to shriek and flail helpless arms around the sides of his wide chest. Her thighs clenched hard around his hips, but they alone weren't enough to stop her upper half from hanging in the air and dragging her downwards slowly, since his hands were weakening their grasp on her hips.
"Who?" Optimus commanded stiffly, looking down at her hanging off his body.
"You! Oh God, you, for Primus' sake!"
Optimus purred, his faceplates relaxing, and pressed her back safely against the wall. He nuzzled the side of her neck, replacing all of the support she had lost. She wriggled to get comfortable, pulling herself up, scraping her rose armor against his red and blue accented metal.
Her arms slid around his neck. "Optimus," she whispered into his neck armor. It felt good to be home. To be in the arms of the one mech she loved.
Lifting her head and reaching around with one careful hand, she wriggled her fingers into the gaps in his neck armor, and smiled with satisfaction when he shuddered and his knees went weak, causing them both to drop downwards for a shocking second before her strong mate got himself back together. Optimus had a weak spot for being caressed around his throat and neck with her fingers, especially if she could get in far enough to reach his underlying protoform. His chest and back were other favourite places too.
"No."
Elita's hand was plucked sharply from Prime's chest region. Her legs were pulled off his hips and allowed to drop to the floor.
"Hey!" The Femme Commander fought back, her servos and hydraulics whirring against Optimus' utterly gentle but confining rock-steady grip on her forearms.
He dipped his head to be blue-optic-to-blue-optic with his mate, "You don't get to touch me – yet."
"Slag it!"
"...Grumpy femme," Optimus smirked. Then he growled deeply, making her freeze with shock, "Disobedient femme."
"Are you going to put holes in the walls and rip out the ceiling like Ironhide does when he goes too long without a ..." Elita retorted, then flash-searched the internet for a suitably repulsive word, "fuck?"
"I might," Prime lazily stroked a finger down over her chestplate, then pressed his large palm over her smaller sized chest, holding her still while his other hand slipped down to her thigh enticingly. Her optics strained to look downwards at such an angle to see what his finger was up to. "That's up to me," he cupped her crotch and pressed inwards, "not you."
"I don't think-"
Her body was lifted up, swung around, and placed facing the wall so fast she couldn't compute what had happened. She put her hands on the wall, feeling Optimus pinning her there from behind with his bulk. She was totally trapped. Her optics looked upwards when his large grey hands were slowly planted on the wall, either side of her head.
"I think, not you. I command, not you," his words were a sensual whisper straight into her attentive audio, full of masculine authority and pride.
Elita laughed, shaking off the shiver of longing that rolled over her chassis, "You're just being-"
His hips pinned her harder. His presence was smothering. His head looked over her shoulder with glowing optics.
"No, no you're not, no problem," she hurriedly agreed. Better to give in and do what he wants. Internally she was grinning, even if her outer self was putting on a submissive show, who knew just how far her mech's little show of dominant force might go?
Prime grunted, turned her round again, picked her up, and dumped her without grace over his right-hand shoulder, leaving her to hang there and grab any hand-hold she could manage, then began walking to his oversized recharge berth.
"WHAT THE SLAG ARE YOU DOING?!" she screeched. Wow, she had a great view of his aft from here. She just couldn't quite reach it with her fingertips.
"Did I say you could speak?"
"Fuck that! I'm calling for Ironhide!"
"Do that, and I'll chain you to the berth, insolent female."
"AS IF!"
"And then invite Ironhide in for some instructive help on how to deal with femmes who can't keep their mouthplates shut," Optimus said conversationally, "Although, considering what 'Hide would do to you, you'd have your mouthplates open long and loud. And I get to watch."
Elita went stone cold silent. Mouthplates shut. Oh, pit.
"Much better."
Elita was slipped off his shoulder and dropped back-first onto the semi-soft covering of the recharge berth. She bounced twice and then lay still.
"Ugh." Her head lifted to stare at him. She'd always liked his thighs. So strong and thick. Especially when he was bracing himself at the end of the bed with his hands palm down on his hips and he was moments away from taking her.
Optimus arched an optic ridge at her, "Pardon?"
She smiled sweetly and kept her vocaliser idle.
The Autobot Commander shook his head, moving to tuck one knee onto the bed and slide his mass forwards. She backed up from his approach, slithering herself higher on the bed.
Optimus cocked his head, his optics darkening, pausing on all fours, "Are you going to be difficult?"
"Mmm... maybe." She had lifted her chin up in the air proudly. "What's it to you?"
His calculating, unforgiving gaze met her shrewd challenging one. This was going to be a battle of wills. He possessed the physical strength and experience. She had tactics and agility. Still, she didn't move as he positioned himself on hands and knees above her. Elita's spark jumped in her chest, making her grimace and tremble; don't give anything away, she growled at it internally, he'll see it, he'll know he's got me on the edge! She schooled her expression into one of blank unexcitement. She lifted her thigh up to nudge at the inside of his large leg.
"So, are you going to do anything up there or just practise push-ups?" Her tone was so bored-sounding, she had to force back a violent smirk of amusement. He thought he was so great? He didn't know the half of it.
Optimus didn't respond. He seemed frozen in place and unresponsive. A subtle shift in his expression in the semi-darkness warned her she'd ticked off something in his CPU. Oh, goody. Anything to get things moving. Optimus liked to procrastinate when it came to spark-joining. The human's foreplay had nothing on him, her mech had foreplay for the foreplay, nevermind the main event.
She watched as he carefully shifted his weight backwards onto his thighs, lightening up his arms. Balancing on one planted hand, he held out his other expectantly, letting it hover over her chest, palm upwards, his optics locked on hers.
"What?" she asked.
Silence. The hand didn't move.
"You want money?"
She swore that his mouthplates twitched into a grin for one measly microsecond then straightened out.
"Your hand. Place it in mine." His tone was deep and smooth. He was not going to betray how restless and eager his spark was for hers, as well as the fact he was enjoying having her waiting on his every macho desire.
Elita lifted her hand, wriggled her fingers at him, then slotted it along his palm. His fingers closed over it. She lifted an optic ridge. And?
"You left one behind." His optics were burning into hers with barely held back desire.
The rumbling in his chest made her thighs clench in desire. She snorted, whipped up her other arm and dumped her smaller hand into his palm as well.
With speed that was legendary and not often witnessed, he lunged forwards over her chassis and had her arms stretched up over her head and pinned to the recharge berth. Elita's body spasmed upwards, her chest arching up.
"HEY! Not fair! Let go!" She tried to tug free. Now wasn't that a stupid idea. His grip was unbreakable. Both of her hands were trapped together in his sure hold. He wasn't hurting her – the day would never dawn that he would hurt her – but she couldn't break free.
Optimus stretched his body languidly over the top of her. His massive broad form easily dwarfed hers, and the struggles of her body against it were inconsequential. Dropping his head down and pressing his cheekplates to hers, he literally purred in her audio, nudging around her head armor lovingly with his noseplates.
"Now isn't this better?" he asked with male pride, "You need to relax and let me do the work."
To make his command hit home even harder, his other hand settled over her chestplates underneath his own chest. He released another magnetic pulse right across her spark.
The femme shrieked. Her optics flashed off and her CPU struggled to cope with the surge of outright pleasure racing through her systems.
"Oh, God," Elita whimpered, shuddering in the aftermath, bringing her vision back up to par, "Y-you better not... ugh... do THAT a-a-gain or I'll-"
He did it again. And kissed her exposed throat areas as her head fell backwards from her arching spine. The pleasure seemed to go on for longer this time. The femme was right, he had better NOT do that again or he'd have her overloading without him.
"... s-s-s-stoP THAT!" Elita's screech of frustration made him bend down and laugh against her shoulder armor.
"You like it." He rubbed his chin against hers happily.
"That's not the point, you freaking pit-brain!" She couldn't stop her body from trembling uncontrollably against him. It was betraying her to him. It wanted more. She had been determined not to be easy prey when the damned mech had started his 'dominant male' act, but slag it, he was making it so hard. His restraining hands were adding to her excitement.
She bucked her hips with as much strength as she could muster. "Get off."
Optimus split her hands up so he contained one slender female hand in each of his huge ones, spreading her arms wide on the recharge berth and keeping her still underneath him by sitting casually on her hips with his own. His thumbs angled inwards and stroked her fingers, "No."
Elita was gearing herself up to say more when his chestplates began to slide back.
Her optics widened in wonder, and she went utterly still with ecstatic expectation. It was a miracle of Cybertronian engineering that his armor could so easily and without fault perform such a complex task. Each piece of metal and wiring eased up, down, or out with astonishing synchronisation, and Primus knew, Optimus was not a small or simple mechanoid. It wasn't enough to just 'open' the front plates, the rest of his chest needed to transform backwards as well if Prime was going to have any chance of getting his spark close enough to merge it to the spark within the opposing chest of his femme.
Elita's expression was wide and staring. This wasn't the first time she'd viewed her beloved's spark, nor would it be the last, but every time he exposed it from behind his formidable armor, she was struck senseless. It was beyond beauty. And it called to her; only her...
Optimus abruptly dropped his demanding act. Letting go of her hands and clutching the femme to his chest as a female would to a precious sparkling, he rolled both of them over so his mate was now sitting upon HIS hips. She perched there, startled. Her hands slowly grabbed onto the outer edges of his widened chest armor for support.
"Your turn..." Prime's reverent soft murmur shook her out of her daze. He was lying flat underneath her and waiting for her chest to open and greet his own.
Elita's optics didn't leave his open chest as her own plates began to move aside to bare her spark. She was trembling, Optimus could feel the shaking of her chassis perched upon his own. He rested his hands on the outside of her thighs and rubbed her soothingly – then his hands stopped their rubbing. His optics had been stunned by the small but intense glow coming from her excited spark. It had been ages since he'd viewed that special part of her. While his spark emitted a blueish-white color, and extended it's light over a greater distance than hers could, Elita's spark was throwing off a deep blue; almost purple; glow.
"Easy, take it slow," Optimus held back his own excitement to concentrate on his sparkmate, he helped guide her down with his hands to snuggle close into his open chest. He didn't want her to fall face first into the cavity his chest now represented. She needed to be careful.
She cried out when their sparks flared simultaneously, reaching desperately for each other. Her body wriggled and thrust itself towards his. She was going for it much too fast! Now he half-regretted stirring her up with all those magnetic pulses...
"Optimus..." her voice was a choked whisper, "now, do it now..!"
Not daring to wait any longer (not that he wanted to, in any case) he shifted himself so he was sitting with his back slumped to the wall above the recharge bed, allowing the femme above him to sit more upright on his waist and have more control. Elita was frantically running her hands all over his spread chestplates, sliding her fingers over his shoulders, and arching the front of her body instinctively towards his.
One of Elita's small hand dipped inside his chest and cupped the sphere that contained his spark. He hissed violently and arched his body to the point of causing damage to straining servos and hydraulics. The femme rode his rocking hips. The smile of delight on her faceplates that she was literally holding him in the palm of her hand made his own spark sing. His heaving body was beginning to overheat. They'd be hitting the washracks when they were done...
"Primus..." he guided Elita inwards with his hands under her armpits. Closer. Closer... rose-colored metal pressed firmly against blue and red armor.
He roared in shock when their sparks pre-empted them both and thrust long tendrils of spark energy out from their casings towards each other and connected with a flash of light. His fingers went slack and Elita's body dropped inwards.
Their sparks merged.
Steady streams of incredible pleasure and overwhelming ecstasy kept them both writhing and trembling on the recharge berth. Two metallic bodies acting as one being. Elita was squealing his name, drawing deep gasps through her air-intakes and then screaming it until her vocaliser began to cave-in from the stress.
Optimus was barely conscious enough to recognise the lightning-like flares of spark energy that ran up and down the exterior of their joined bodies in jagged sparking lines. Such an event only happened when the spark merge was done by an experienced couple and the sparks were a good frequency match.
At that moment, Prime was too overcome by the rapturous pleasure consuming his throbbing physique to think more of it. The ecstasy was peaking rapidly. His optics were disabled, his body shook, and he felt Elita's presence blend with his own. The femme's screams receded in wonder when his essence flowed into and around her own. For mere moments, neither could tell whose body belonged to who – where they began and the other stopped.
The pleasure receded, taking their intimate awareness of each other with it, and their sparks de-merged all too quickly.
"Ugh..." Elita began to topple to the side, her arms sliding out from hanging onto his neck. He grabbed at her, hanging on with what had been once strong arms that now shook with exhaustion and weakness.
He slid down on the berth, getting them horizontal once more. His chestplates closed. Elita's did likewise, and apparently without her direction since her optics were dark and she was moving sluggishly on his body like a newly sparked bot.
They lay in stunned silence for a while, before Elita began to stir, shaking her head and groaning groggily. "W-wow..."
"... Oh yes." He snuggled her even closer, sliding her gently up along his chest and cradling her head into the gap between his neck and shoulder. "Love you," he croaked.
She giggled weakly, clutching the width of his chest with slender arms and laying her cheek upon his protruding armor. "Love you more." Her fingers touched the bulging muscle cables standing up prominently on his upper arms. She traced meandering lines from his shoulder to his elbow. Prime felt the last vestiges of pleasure tingling in response wherever she touched.
Optimus began to drift off into recharge when his femme had ceased exploring his upper regions with her fingers and was lying still and recharging on his chest. Wasn't it amazing how every body part and system drained itself of stress and tension after a good spark merge.
"YOU BETTER BRING THAT FEMALE IN FOR ANOTHER TRANSFUSION AND CHECK-UP AFTER ALL THAT SCREAMING, FRAGGER!"
Elita's head lifted up off his chest, her mouth gaping. "What?!"
Optimus groaned, wiping one hand over his face, "Ratchet, for once, please frick off."
They heard a few clangs and yelps. Both bots stayed still, listening. Now what?
"Leave'em alone, Hatchet!"
"But I'm just- she needs;"
::SMACK::
"OWW! HIDE!"
"I don't give a PIT what you're 'just' doing, leave'em be!"
"BUT!"
"NO! Get outta here, you sadist!"
The sounds of harassment and violence outside Optimus Prime's door faded. Their rescuer was shoving the reluctant cranky medic down the hallway and away from their quarters.
Optimus relaxed back down again, holding Elita close. "There are times when I absolutely ADORE Ironhide," he mumbled happily.