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With every passing stellar cycle, it became more obvious that his creators intended to bond him to Optimus. They had just told him to go play in the garden with Optimus, without any supervision at all.

So there they were, in the depths of the crystal maze, in one of his favorite secluded crystal corridors, with a bench large enough to use as a makeshift berth if they so desired.

They did not, of course.

He wonders who will bring up the brontobot in the room first. He doesn't want to, but he most likely should. He needs know this, and he can't keep ignoring it.

He takes a big in-vent, and completely fails to say anything.

Optimus looks at him for a long moment and finally breaks the silence with, "So... we're going to be bonded."

He nods, "... yes."

The truckbot rubs his own arm, looking nervous, "And... you're a mech." He nods again, and Optimus bits his lower lip, "So... how is that, then?"

"It would have been scandalous for my creators to have a mech as their first sparkling. Their lines have always sparked femmes, and I would have been disinherited and cast out in shame if I had remained a mech. The laws would allow it no other way." Oil Slick twitches his hip panels, "So they modded my frame to be more femme-like. I don't mind it at all anymore."

Optimus taps his fingers on the bench, "But you used to?"

He smiles a tiny bit, "Before I met you, yes. I had thought I was a femme, but when I went to Red Alert and told her how I didn't feel right, how everything about me was wrong, they explained." He moves a tiny bit closer cautiously, "You aren't... mad at me for this, are you? You can continue to pretend I'm a femme and ..." he looks away, not wanting to say this but forcing it out, "still call me one. Even in private." He had been looking forward to his very first and best friend calling him a mech, but if Optimus insists, he will not press.

"I. . ," Optimus ducks his head, "I think I should keep calling you a femme for now. After we bond, I can call you a mech in private, but . . I don't want to accidentally slip up before the bonding. It could ruin everything."

He can't tell if Optimus is being sincere or not, but he has to believe that the bot is not lying to him. If that's the best he can hope for now, that's the best he can hope for. "Thank you, Optimus. I appreciate your honesty."

Optimus cautiously puts an arm around his waist, and he relaxes into the familiar touch. It is rare that Optimus makes the first move like this, and he does like it quite a bit. The truckbot rubs his side comfortingly, "When we are bonded, do you think we'll be happy?"

He shrugs, "I think so? We're friends, and from all that I've read, that really helps. We aren't strangers who just met on our bonding sol. You're my best friend, and my mamas are each other's best friends, just like your papas."

"I guess so." Optimus looks down. "My papas had an arranged bond. They said they hated each other when they first met. But they're happy together now. I guess we have more than they did." He bites his lip, and then stares Oil Slick in the optics. "Maybe we should try kissing again?"

Their first attempt had been pathetically lackluster, a kiss that had been so immature and awful that they had mutually agreed not to try it again until they were older.

Perhaps the time for trying it again was now.

He shifts a bit, so he's better placed, "Yes." He blinks up at Optimus, "What if it goes further than that?" They are being unsupervised, and if he likes it, he can think of worse bots to be with.

Optimus shakes his head, "We're supposed to wait until we're bonded, Oil Slick. You know that." The crystal mech shifts a little uncomfortably, "And my papas told me that I'm only going to be allowed to bond with either another allspark blessed bot or a virgin. If we interface, we can't bond." A servo pets his side, "And I'm to remind you that you are a mech, and not really a femme. So what your creators did doesn't apply to you?" Optimus sounds confused at that.

Which isn't surprising since just a few decacycles ago, Oil Slick had run into the throne room and put up a fuss about how all the other femmes didn't wait until they're bonded to 'face. His creators certainly hadn't waited for each other.

Apparently since a mech's spark beat in his chest, he was expected to remain as pure as an unadulterated snow crystal, absolutely pristine and free from chemical impurities. It wasn't fair at all.

"Fine. We'll just kiss, then." He has ridiculously strong locks on his sparkplates anyways. It's not as if he can easily get them open, even when he's alone and just wants to self-service. He has to work on the codes for several kliks to convince them to crack open enough to fit his servo inside.

It's irritating as slag.

Optimus gives him a nervous look, and presses his blue lips to Oil Slick's mouth before pulling away. He looks at the mech with a flat stare, "Really? You have been given the datapads about 'facing, right?"

Optimus shifts nervously, "They're embarrassing. I can't read them all the way through."

They'd only gotten Oil Slick hot, especially when they showed all the various ways to tie him up to better expose his spark. In fact... "Did you get the bondage datapads?"

He gets an uncomprehending look, "Bondage?"

"Yes, bondage." He offers Optimus a datapad. "If your creators have hidden it from you, you'd better not let them know I gave this to you." It was rather filthy, even if it was his old beginner's datapad, displaying the most basic information about chains and cuffs. "If we are to be bonded, you need to know how to pleasure me this way."

He refuses to bond to a bot not willing to at least occasionally tie him up.

Optimus bits his lower lip, "Should I... look at it now?"

He shrugs, "If you want to. We can look at it together." Maybe he'd finally get to try one of the positions that he can't do by himself. He'd really like that quite a bit.

Optimus moves so that Oil Slick is cuddled against his side, and opens the pad. "Do you think I'll like this? I mean, I don't know if I wi-" Optimus's optics widen, and a blush dusts his faceplates, "They're in really ... exposed positions."

If he found the opening illustrations of mechs with their plates closed erotic and exposed, Optimus's faceplates were going to melt off when they reached the more advanced section, where it showed how to use a bot's own cables to hold sparkplates open.

If the cables were long enough, you would loop one around each side of the bot's chest and then connect them behind the bot's back, forcing the bot to stay open and self-cycle at the same time. It was extremely kinky, and Oil Slick had tested to see if his were long enough, though he hadn't been daring enough to actually try linking them that way.

Yet.

Maybe Optimus will do that to him when they are finally bonded. He would be much happier with Optimus if that was the case.

The crystal mech squirms a tiny bit against him, and must have felt his spark flare at the chains since Optimus rubs his side cautiously, "You must really like this, huh?"

He nods, optics dim, "I do. I'd love it if you do some of them with me."

Optimus is blushing faintly, "I don't... I don't think I could do this the first time we interface. I want to be gentle and loving our first time."

Well, that was a disappointment, but Oil Slick could live with it. It might be better for two fumbling virginbots to have a slow, steady first time anyways, before they throw anything interesting into the mix.

"That's alright, Optimus. But I want to try it later, before you decide if you don't want to do it." He'll be the most seductive, alluring bot ever and make Optimus love putting him in chains.

Optimus tilts his head at one of the poses, "How do you do that one?"

The bot in the picture is tied up with his legs behind his head, chest thrust out invitingly. "I don't know. I couldn't do it since it needs another bot to do the tying."

Optimus's fingers tap on his side, just barely brushing his chest, "Do you want to show me how to do this? I don't want to hurt you when we finally do interface."

"This one is too complicated." Especially if Optimus doesn't know how to properly tie chains. "We'll do this instead." He scrolls to a very basic bondage position, with a mech sprawled out on a berth, arms tied above his head, legs chained together. "It's pretty easy. I can do it myself." And slag, was it hot, tying himself up and then squirming as his spark slowly heated with desire. Usually he just left himself loose enough to flip over and grind to overload on the berth.

Optimus nods, "I don't have any chains."

He moves the bot's servo down a little bit, to brush his hip panels, "I always have chains on me. Remember?" He adds hopefully, "Maybe when we're bonded, we could add even more for my decorations?"

Optimus tilts his head, looking at him thoughtfully, "If you want to, I wouldn't mind. I just want to make sure you aren't hurt when I do this. We could put down metal mesh and things in cuffs to use on you."

He squirms happily at that thought. He hadn't even really thought of cuffs, and now that they were brought up, he flashes to seeing Optimus's practice with disabling bots with just stasis cuffs. He looks at the crystal mech, "Will you do the flip to catch me if we do cuffs?"

Optimus blushes a bright red. "I . . if you want me to, I will. But we don't have any cuffs, do we?"

He gives him a sardonic look, "I know you keep some in your subspace, Optimus, even if your creators do not know of them."

Optimus flushes even darker, and Oil Slick really looks forward to the sol when Optimus burns out his circuits from blushing so much. "I . . alright. I can use those on you too. But how?"

He slides away from Optimus, wiggling so that he's laying flat on the bench, "Get out the non-stasis cuffs for this, since we're just practicing. I don't want to wait until I can talk to use stasis ones." He puts his arms over his head, "When we're bonded, I may want you to chase me and carry me to the berth to 'face." Or have his spark used where he's caught, but he'll bring that up when they're bonded.

Optimus nods, pulling out a pair of cuffs that are gently put on his wrists. "Do they feel alright?"

He frowns a bit, moving his servos, "I don't think I could have them on as you 'face me, they're kinda small and cut into my armor. As long as I don't move, it should be okay for practice."

"I'll try and get better ones. The nice ones that resize to the wrists they are put on," Optimus promises, before taking the chain from him and scrutizining the diagram on the datapad. "So I should loop this through the center part of the cuffs, and then up around the decoration on the bench?" He tries, and a single gentle tug from Oil Slick is all it takes to undo the loose knot. "Oh. I guess I didn't tie it right?"

Oil Slick smiles, "You have to give me less slack. If you give me too much chain to work with, it's easy to get free."

Optimus frowns, "But what if you want me to stop?"

He wriggles on the bench, "The datapads said to use a safeword, but if you stop when I say stop, or tell you I don't want more, that works just as much or even better."

The truckbot smiles, "It also had pictures of bots being gagged. Do you want that?"

He thinks about it as Optimus puts the chain on again before shaking his head, "No. If we're going to be 'facing. I want to be able to tell you how wonderful you're doing, or if I want to stop. And... And if I want a kiss, you wouldn't be able to if I'm gagged. I like being able to see, too. So no blindfolds unless we say we want to then."

"Alright." Optimus flushes, "But . . it might be kinda hot to see you gagged sometime. We could give you a bell or something to hold for your safeword instead." He drops his optics away from the bot and the chains he's fiddling with now, "I saw it in the datapad. In the part with all the gags. It . . I kinda of like the way it looks."

It must be very difficult for Optimus to admit to something like that, and as little as Oil Slick wants to be gagged, he'll at least try it for Optimus's sake. "We can . . test it out. Later."

Optimus finishes tying his chains on his arms, and moves down his frame, resting his head on his chest and looking up at him, "Can I kiss you again? Properly this time. Since you're ..." the bot trails off, unsure what to say.

He nods, "Yes! I would love to kiss you." He squirms under Optimus, spark heating at the thought, "You know to use your glossa, right?"

The mech nods, crawling on top of him, and straddling his waist, "I did read the datapads, even if they were really embarassing."

Oil Slick arches up a bit, and Optimus bends down, and they kiss. It is so much better this time, with the pair of them having a better idea of how to move their mouths and what to do with their glossas. It's still a bit awkward, but it's nowhere near as bad as the first time.

He groans, and grinds up against Optimus, feeling his spark heat. It helps so much that he's restrained like this, much more tightly than he could ever chain himself up.

When the mech breaks the kiss, his optics are dim and he licks his lips, "I think it will get better as we practice."

Optimus smiles, shimmying down his frame and pressing a kiss to just below his sparkplates. "I think I could do about this much chains our first time. I don't want to do your legs, so you can wrap them around my waist like in one of the pictures in the datapad I was given."

He arches up, "But after? We'll have more after?"

"Yes. You're pretty in chains. I think I'd like-"

"Where in Primus's name did you find cuffs?" Mama Wildstar exclaims from the entrance to the alcove, and Oil Slick squirms with embarrassment to be found this way by his creators.

Optimus jerks and leans down over him, as if trying to hide Oil Slick's frame from sight. "I. . uh. ."

Mama Glitterfrost stares at them with wide optics. "You know you are not supposed to interface before you bond, sweetspark. And you're weak to bondage. Why would you let him tie you up?"

He squirms under Optimus, "He wanted to make sure I wasn't hurt when we're bonded! This way we're both happy when we're together the first time."

Optimus hides his face in his chest, trying to hide the both of them out of embarrassment, and Mama Wildstar strides over, "And you think that 'facing now will do that?"

Optimus's voice is muffled, "We weren't going to 'face. I wanted to know how to correctly do this. Now I won't do something stupid like not know when to stop."

There's a laugh from Mama Wildstar, but Mama Glitterfrost isn't as impressed, "You should have done this supervised, then. We can arrange a joint lesson or two from the ninjabot for you both. I'm certain Powerhug could teach you better bondage than you can teach each other. And then you won't be tempted to interface mid-lesson."

Oil Slick makes an unhappy face. He doesn't want more lessons on this from Powerhug. Powerhug gets all strange and doting when Oil Slick starts getting revved over his chains. Like he's remembering some other student.

Optimus is still hiding against his frame, "We won't 'face while doing this. I want to wait until we're bonded."

Wildstar pulls Optimus off, and removes the chains, "I'm still not leaving you alone now. Not when you take advantage of it this way. You had always gone to read together before. Why was it different now?"

Oil Slick scowls, "You told us to come here. Where the bench that is normally used by Powerhug and other bots to 'face."

Optimus stares at the bench with horror, "It is?"

Oil Slick vents, "It doesn't have contagious viruses, Optimus." He turns to his creators again, "What were we supposed to think?"

He's tapped on his dainty nose by Mama Glitterfrost, "You were supposed to prove that you were a good sparkling and that you wouldn't try interfacing or getting in trouble if we left you with your suitor."

The cuffs are removed, and he sits up, rubbing his wrists where they are slightly damaged, "We weren't going to interface. It is still kinda awkward kissing him. I want to get used to it before I do anything else."

Wildstar yanks him off the bench, grabbing him by the waist and carrying him at her side, making him tuck in his legs and arms. "That's nice, sparkling. You'll have plenty of time getting used to it as Powerhug supervises all your dates from now on."

Oil Slick grumbles to himself, but knows better than to openly defy his creators. They are both used to getting their way, and will be quite upset if he fights them on this. "Yes, mamas." He can still get some privacy, because Powerhug is a ninjabot and will happily look the other way. Not all of the time. But sometimes. It's better than nothing, that's for slagging sure.

He won't let them interface or get too revved up, if only because Powerhug doesn't want to be fired and cast out without any place for him for failing in too many jobs.

He sighs softly, at least now he won't have to deal with Megatron's far too strong comeons since they've confirmed the bonding.

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