A/n: Ok, if you are under the age of 16, I highly recommend not reading this. This is for MATURE readers. One of these chapters will appear when a interface and/or bonding scene is not included in the main story. This is sticky (it's the only way I know how). YOU KNOW THE DISCLAIMERS.
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Deleted Scenes – from Chapter 7
Optimus and Elita (non-sticky)
Elita was lowered to the berth beneath the handsome bulk of her mate as he pressed his lips against her own. The rose femme wrapped her arms around his neck and traced her glossa along his bottom lip, asking for entrance. Optimus let her have it and their glossa's tangled with each other in a passionate dance for dominance. Optimus groaned into the kiss, breaking off momentarily to groan needily, "Need your spark. Now."
The femme commander knew what he meant. She too wanted to skip the interfacing and feel her mates brilliant, powerful spark against hers. They hadn't had time earlier in their impromptu face once she had landed.
Softly, teasingly, running one hand down his back and the other playing with the windows on his chest, Elita could feel the light kisses Optimus feathered down her neck. His hands roamed over her chestplates, finding the latches to open her plates to reveal her spark in its casing, pulsing with love and passion, and a need for justice. Stroking the catches, Optimus kissed his way back up to her lips, nipping gently up her jaw line.
"Open up for me love," the flamed mech whispered lovingly. Over their bond, he said, 'Please.'
Doing as she was bidden, she released the catches and slid the plates away. Optimus purred in desire at seeing his mate's spark for the first time in a long time. He leaned down, locking optics with his beautiful sparkmate, and kissed her casing. Rising up and sliding his own chestplates to reveal his own spark in its casing, Optimus slid aside his casing, leaving his spark free and unhindered in his chest.
Optimus's spark never ceased to amaze Elita each time she saw it. It was like a mini-supernova contained within those chestplates, the light blue, almost white, of the spark giving off a sublime brilliance.
"I love you. Always will, Elita," Optimus said, gentleness and love in his spark and optics.
"I love you. Until the ends of time," Elita whispered back, sliding back her own casing. Optimus lowered his chestplates to hers and melded their sparks.
For a moment, there was no reaction. And then their emotions started to trickle through, like a stream – and from that momentary stream, came a full on flood. They both gasped and ground against each other as they felt each other meld together as one being, like they hadn't been for centuries. Longing, lust, love, worry, fury and comfort flew between them. They had started kissing again, hands roaming each other in pleasure.
With the amount of time they had spent apart, it was not surprising that their spark overload was swift and passionate. Crying each other's names, the energy between them reached its zenith and filled the room with a bright white and blue light as data swapped between their sparks, their sparks fully synchronising and humming in harmony.
As soon as the energy had come, it had died down. Optimus rolled to the side and replaced his chestplates as Elita did the same. They lid face to face, Optimus's arms around his sparkmate's lithe, powerful frame. Elita placed her hand over his spark and whispered, again, "I love you."
As Optimus was about to reply, there was a sudden whirring of systems onlining as Elita's missing armour plates on her abdomen and thighs quietly slipped back into place.
Astonishment flowed through the bond between them as blue optics met blue optics.
"Congratulations to us, I guess," murmured Elita.
"We're going to be parents," Optimus whispered in awe.
Continued in chapter 8.
Barricade and Flare-up.
'I'm kissing a con! I'm kissing a con of my own violition! It's Barricade and I'm liking it!' Was Flare-up's thoughts as she leaned down for her second kiss. But apart from the side of her that was freaking out, the other side felt a bit thrilled at having accomplished such a seemingly impossible and dangerous feat as kissing a Decepticon. She shivered briefly as Barricade laid his hands on her waist, running his thumbs over the seams there.
Breaking off the kiss, Flare-up positioned herself a little more securely on top of the bigger mech and began to explore. She made herself forget that this was the enemy and lost herself to the anticipation of an interface.
She ghosted her fingers over the spikes over his helm, and was surprised when she felt him tremble slightly. 'Ah! Sensitivity!' she thought slyly, and rubbed the area, massaging the metal under her hands. A low groan emitted from Barricade as she did so. Smirking slightly, Flare-up moved on to the plating on his arms carrying the "Police" writing. Tracing the letters. Moving on to his headlights and tracing them, still teasing, Barricade cursed lowly at the sensations.
"You know," he said lowly, "You're acting a lot less innocent than I'd expect an Autobot to be."
Flare-up grinned, "Shows how much you know about us. Especially the femmes."
Barricade felt himself bristle a little at the half insult, but also felt himself get turned on. A femme that was too timid and shy usually wasn't any fun in the berth. Barricade smirked back. "Well I'd bet you'd know even less about Decepticons." And with that, the Police Con flipped them over so that Flare-up was on her back and pinned by him. Wide blue optics waited to see what he would do. Leaning forward to whisper in her audio, Barricade groaned, "You are so pretty Flare-up. I just need to…..ravish you….' He gave her audio a sly lick, and kissed down her neck, hearing her gasps of pleasure as he began his delightful assault.
Grinning up at her, Barricade let his more playful side through as they let go of their inhibitions as he traced her Autobot emblem emblazoned on her chestplates with his glossa, giving long, wet licks. He could faintly feel the beat of her spark under his glossa.
"Mmmm….." Flare-up moaned. The place where her emblem was, was a very sensitive place. She could feel strong hands running up and down her sides, rubbing at some spots and tracing seams at others. Barricade revved his engine as his cooling fans kicked on to help his heating body, sending the vibrations through her frame. "Oohh, do that again 'Cade."
Barricade was smug at the blissful expression on her face and revved his engine again, only this time, more powerfully than the last. He shimmied down a little further on her body, still kissing and licking, only this time her red abdomen. Here he felt her tense a bit, and he looked up to her golden faceplate.
"Uh…sorry, got a little nervous. You….are really, really good," she said, trying to get herself to relax. Barricade chuckled, "By the time I'm done with you tonight Flare-up, you won't be saying I'm good," he dropped his voice lower, "You'll be saying I'm nothing short of excellent." Flare-up shivered again, and Barricade took this as a cue to continue, and did so, running his hands down the smooth plated orange and red thighs. She hummed again in pleasure. Flare-up drew circles with her fingertips into the nape of Barricade's neck. Her cooling fans kicked on high as she felt herself heat up.
Beneath the black armour covering her port, she felt lubricant start to drip down the rapidly heating channel. She bit her bottom lip as Barricade kissed even lower, just at the place where her abdomen stopped and the black of her waistplating began. He swirled his glossa in a slow, lazy circle as she squirmed, wanting him to stop the pleasurable torture and go on at the same time.
"C-Cade," Flare-up whimpered needily. Then his hands moved to the seams where her thighs met her crotch armour. The femme let out a cry and bucked as his fingers stroked one of her most sensitive spots. She panted, trying to cool down and she glimpsed Barricades devilish smile as he continued rubbing the heating metal.
Barricade couldn't believe how the femme had become so willing under his hands. Self-satisfaction filled his being. He was going to enjoy coupling with this surprisingly willing Autobot femme.
"I'd like to taste you, little Flare," Barricade growled, voice taking on a rough, needy infliction, reaching down to cup her burning hot codpiece. Flare-up keened in reciprocation in such a spicy, sultry, enticing way that it took all of Barricade's self-control not to just open them both up and start pounding into that wet heat. With a shift of her hips and a click, the plate over her port slid away to display her array to Barricade. The police con watched in rapture as a thin trail of violet lubricant beaded down from the port and on to the berth.
Flare-up hissed in pleasure as Barricade traced around the rim of the port, sweeping across outer nodes. Swirling his finger around the rim once more, Barricade then dipped the tip of his finger into the tight, hot port.
"Do you want more?" teased the SD. Flare-up nodded.
She gasped and bucked once more as he pushed his finger all the way in and began rubbing around the walls of her port. Lubricant began to bead out of the port at a slightly faster rate. Rubbing all around, another finger was added and scissored, helping to prepare Flare-up for what was to come. Withdrawing his fingers, and smirking at Flare-up's annoyed keen of displeasure of his fingers sliding out, Barricade ducked his head and plunged his glossa into the tart, sweet port of his to-be bondmate.
"Hnnn….that's good 'Cade," mumbled the younger femme, wriggling in her place, bucking a little into the thrusts of the glossa. The hot, twisting metal inside her seemed to be everywhere, flicking out and in, swirling around each sensor with pleasurable intent. The con chuckled into his ministrations, stimulating the wet walls more with the vibrations.
Barricade pulled himself out of the port and up to Flare-up's mouth to give her a searing kiss. They both moaned into it, intakes and vents struggling to cool down their heated bodies as metal met metal in an erotic dance, Flare-up tasting herself on his glossa. There was a click as Barricade's cover slid down and his spike was freed from its confines.
Flare-up took a moment to look down at the proportional spike before looking pleadingly into Barricade's crimson optics. The two bots of opposite factions looked at each other for a few seconds, before Barricade pressed the tip of his spike in.
"Ooohh," Flare-up moaned, wiggling her hips as sensations exploded through her nodes and sensors. The police Con grinned at the noise and began inching in to the slick, wet, and tight heat that was Flare-up's port. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on his shoulders as he kept sliding in till he was completely sheathed in her.
"You feel so good, my little Flare," whispered Barricade, nuzzling his face into her throat tubing, and gently nipping along a particularly sensitive one. The femme couldn't speak, too taken up with the feeling of being filled, and wordlessly jerked her head in a nod. She panted in harsh gasps as Barricade began to move, first sliding almost completely out and letting fluid trickle out of her valve around the spike, before thrusting back in and starting a fast and pleasurable pace.
Both bots moaned and gasped with the sensations. Faction didn't matter at all anymore. There was only the pleasure, the blinding, slowly building pleasure building up in their hot, grinding bodies as they made sweet metal music together. All that mattered was the slide of Barricade's thick, erect spike pleasuring Flare-up's tight port.
"F-….uh….f-faster, 'Cade," pleaded Flare-up, rising at each thrust to meet him.
"Yes, yes, yes," he groaned. In the back of his CPU, he noted that this little Autobot femme had been a better interface than most of the Decepticon femmes. He sped up his pace, hips thrashing furiously into the sweet, sucking port. Barricade grasped Flare-up's knees and pushed them up slowly, so that the angle of where his spike hit changed every second, until her knees were by her head. And there it was. Her sweet spot. How did Barricade know? A high-pitched cry of pleasure erupted from her kissable lips as the spike stroked that sensitive sensor over and over again.
Brushing his lips over hers, Barricade grunted, "I'm so close, my little Flare. Clench down on me, suck every little drop of my transfluid into that pretty little….ungh…..port of yours."
No sooner had Barricade said the words, Flare-up overloaded. Her limbs trembled in exertion as her port clenched rhythmically on the police Con's spike. "NNNNgggggghhh, 'CADE!" she cried as lubricant coated his spike, her thighs, and the berth below them. Feeling her overload launched Barricade into his, roaring, as his spike throbbing as silvery transmetal fluid spurted out of the spike and coasted the walls of the port. Barricade languidly thrusted a few more times, peppering kisses over her neck tubing, as the overload began to subside.
Pulling himself over her body to view her ravished form as their vents cooled down their bodies, Barricade hummed in satisfaction. Flare-up was smiling at him softly, optics thanking him for being so much more gentle than she had thought any Decepticon could be. Barricade, still sheathed inside the smaller femme, split open his chestplates and casing to let his spark shine through. Here was a small amount of hesitation in Flare-up's optics.
Slightly confused, Barricade asked, "What's the matter?"
Flare-up stated, "This is permanent and all…." And Barricade knew what she meant. Pressing a finger to her lips to cut her off, Barricade said, "Even though you are and Autobot, you as my bonded are an equal to me. Other Con's may not see it that way, but I do. I promise never to intentionally harm you or any sparkling we create."
Relieved, Flare-up slowly slid away her own chestplates and spark casing. Once free, Barricade melded his body to hers. Their spark tendrils intertwined and locked as the first part of the bond was formed. Barricade could feel her courage, her pleasure, her apprehensiveness and fear as flashes of memories of Cybertron and battles passed through from her side of the link. Flare-up could feel acceptance, sincerity and satisfaction of her come over from her new mate as flashes of regret broke through of the war itself. They both gave silent screams as the bond completed and waves of energy poured through their frames. The blue tinted spark mixed with the other and light white-washed the walls.
As the bond completed, Barricade slipped out of Flare-up and closed both their interface panels up. Closing his chestplates, Barricade slid down to lie on his side to loosely hold his new sparkmate to him as her chestplates did the same. Flare-up had off-lined into recharge as soon as her chestplates had shut. As Barricade looked down at her slumbering features, he couldn't help but think this wasn't as bad as he thought it would be when he had walked into his room to see the femme standing there admiring the holo of his home city…which had to be destroyed.
As the femme next to him shifted in re-charge, he felt a sliver of tenderness piece him. Kissing the top of her black helm, he soothed, "Easy, my little Flare, I will protect you."
Then the Con SD heard the faint whirring of systems and saw missing armour panels on her arms extend and cover the protoform that had been there. Allowing himself a little smirk, Barricade knew that the bond had worked. Curling up around the smaller femme, he allowed himself to follow her into recharge.
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A/N AAHHH! Smut is so hard to write sometimes! It really is, but I hope that was ok. I will update these chapters when a new pairing wants to take that next step.