Transformers does not belong to me, blah blah, you know the drill…
Finally, the chapter I've been looking forward to X3
Mistakes Made
Chapter Three: Guilty Pleasures
His last encounter with the Autobot base's newest inhabitant kept Optimus' mind busy. Again, he didn't know what to do with her, but now the problem had taken on a whole new dimension. She was suffering, that much was clear, but because of that, she wasn't in her right mind either. Should he comply, he pondered while analyzing a set of long range scanner data they had just received via satellite, she might gain a moment of clarity- to regret what she had just done.
Only… would she regret it? Primus knew none of the femmes he'd ever been with had done so, but he had never been involved with anyone even remotely similar to Silica. All of them had been strong willed, independent on a high level, mature and powerful.
Silica was… he didn't actually know her that well. She was friendly and shy, that was pretty much all he knew about her, apart from being a breeder. Sure, she was attractive. Her silky white plating with the bright green accents had felt divine pressed against his chest, her wide hips would even be able to accommodate-
No! What was he thinking? He shook his head silently and refocused. He had work to do. Getting sidetracked would only slow him down.
He evaluated the data he had received for about fifteen minutes before his thoughts began to stray again.
It had been a long time since he had been intimate with another bot. Ever since Elita's death, he'd been abstinent. How long had it been? About three hundred stellar cycles? His brows furrowed. He had loved that femme. More than anything in the universe. His rank, his people his life- he would have given it all up for her. Only she'd never wanted him to give up anything. She had been his faithful companion, both on the battlefield and in private.
And then, one day, she had been taken away from him.
The pain never really went away. He'd learned to live with it, but he still missed her. And he probably would for the rest of his life.
But… what Silica was proposing was no relationship like his and Elita's had been. He'd once heard that breeders developed no special emotional bond with the mechs they chose to lay with, nothing more than friendship that was. They were promiscuous by nature- finding a partner for life wasn't important, but finding a good sire for their next sparkling was.
Back on Cybertron, even before the war, they had been rare. Some had detested them, others, especially couples who couldn't conceive sparklings themselves, had often accepted them in their relationship readily when they got the chance, to form a temporary trine. They usually stayed until the sparkling had reached its early youngling years, then left.
Next to Silica, he didn't know of any living breeder. She might very well have been the last of her kind, preserved by the very bots who had gotten rid of her.
Maybe she really wouldn't regret it. She seemed to have her reasons for approaching him, of all bots on base. If he kept denying her, she might reconsider though. What would happen then? He knew his little team of Autobots very well. What would each of them do in his situation?
Ratchet would deny her. As he would put it, he was 'too old for such foolishness'. Bumblebee and Bulkhead however weren't that old. And they would probably be swayed more easily. But both of them tended to get attached to others just as easily. In the end, they would be devastated emotionally.
He had learned to let go. It had taken many painful lessons, but as a leader of so many, it was an unavoidable ability. He'd sent bots to their deaths, knowingly, to save countless others. He'd let loyal soldiers volunteer for suicide missions, let them sacrifice themselves so others could live to fight another day. If there was anyone who knew how to let go, it was probably him. Of course it hurt. Every single death hurt, be it Autobot or Decepticon.
But he, Optimus Prime, couldn't break. For the sake of his people.
When it came to sparklings, well, siring them had never been a thing he thought he could account for. Not during a war, and definitely not being the Prime. Next to being at risk of being targeted by his enemies, they required a lot of time and they deserved to grow up in safety- and both time and safety were things he just couldn't grant. Having a sparkling grow up without them didn't seem fair.
Thankfully, he still had his inbuilt inhibitor, which would make it impossible for any femme to get pregnant with his offspring. Basically it jumbled his coding so it couldn't be deciphered by his partner's reproductive system. He'd had it installed shortly after he had become Optimus Prime.
Concerning what path of action he would take concerning the femme, there was still time, he thought, until he had to make his final decision. This matter was not to be rushed.
"Silica! Get your aft out of there!" Ratchet yelled at the closed door, trying to get the femme to come out. "You haven't refueled for days! Don't make me kick this door in!" He listened. No response. On his life signal scanner, which he could use to watch the health levels of team Prime's members, he could see her energy level was dangerously low. None of them had seen her for three days- she'd simply locked herself in her room and refused to come out or even talk to anyone.
"Alright, I'm coming in, whether you want it or not!" Still, silence from the other side of the door. "Get away from the door, femme! One, two-"
"What is this noise all about?" Ratchet heard the familiar baritone of Optimus Prime, disrupting his countdown and plan to kick in the door.
"Optimus! This femme is driving me crazy! I refuse to put up with this nonsense any longer!"
"She still has not come out?" Optimus asked, mustering the door thoughtfully.
"Of course not!" The old medic fumed.
"May I?" Ratchet stared at his Prime for a moment, then he sighed in defeat.
"Fine. I don't have the nerves for this. Maybe she'll listen to you." He handed his old friend a cube of energon he'd kept in his subspace pocket. "Make her drink this if you can. She's severely under- energized."
"Thanks, Ratchet." Optimus smiled at the white and red mech, who turned around and left. He leaned in close to the door then so he didn't need to yell.
"Silica? Please open the door." Nothing happened.
"I need to talk to you. Please let me in." Silence. One second, two, three- a quiet clicking sound could be heard from the door's locking mechanism. Optimus smiled and opened the door gently, closing it again after he'd let himself in.
The lights were dimmed to a minimum inside, the floor was littered with Silica's very few personal belongings and some pieces of upturned furniture. The femme herself was standing next to the wall, facing away from the door. Her side leaning against the concrete, she had her arms wrapped around herself, her shoulders sagged.
For a while, he just stood there watching her. Finally, he managed to speak. "I… think I need to apologize for how I behaved the last time we talked. You were distressed and I failed to see that. I am sorry."
"Distressed… that's putting it mildly." She rasped. From the sound of her voice, he could tell she had been crying. Very slowly, as if fearing he would scare her off with a sudden movement, he came closer until he was about half an arm's length from the female. He outstretched his hand, but hesitated. Optimus quickly gathered himself again though, and put his hand on top of her head to pat her tenderly.
"I was overwhelmed back then. But I understand you didn't mean to offend. That you are in fact suffering and are in dire need of help." He could feel she was shaking. Her hands left their cramped positions by her sides and went to take a hold of his wrist. Silica buried her face in his large hand and started crying.
"Come here…" Optimus rumbled quietly, pulling her into a warm embrace and lifting her up. She was nowhere near as tiny as Arcee, but he still carried her as if she weighed nothing. After sitting down on the edge of her berth, he cradled her to his chest like a youngling and rocked her back and forth soothingly.
She kept crying for quite a while as she clung to him like her life depended on it. He didn't mind. In fact it was quite touching how much she trusted him, even though they hadn't known each other for a long time yet. She felt so fragile in his large arms. Eventually, her spark- wrenching wails quieted to occasional sobs and sniffs, then went silent altogether. He was still holding her.
"So." She started, her voice still rough but sounding a little less torn. "What now?"
"What now." He repeated as he let her snuggle her head up beneath his chin. "I have been thinking about this a lot lately and the decision didn't come easily. But… if what you suggested really is what you need and what you want, I shall comply."
Her optics widened, she pulled away from him a little bit to gape at him. He could feel her body becoming even warmer than it had been before- and that very quickly.
"Y- you… really?" ,she asked, barely believing what she was hearing. Had Optimus Prime just offered to…
For an answer, he cupped her face in his hands, leaned down and pressed a firm kiss on her mouth. She practically melted into it, uttering a little moan as he pushed his glossa past her lips. By now, she was wetter than she ever remembered being. He broke the kiss after a while and retrieved the energon cube he then handed to the panting femme.
"You should refuel first. I will be right back." He spoke quietly. Her actual will to live had returned ever so quickly and Silica obeyed, downing the entire cube hungrily while Optimus locked the door. So, this is it, he thought as he did so, hardly believing he was actually going through with this.
He felt a little cheap, doing this not out of love, but for, well, other reasons. At least he liked her, that had to be good enough.
By the time he was back at the berth, she had finished the energon cube and was sitting on the edge, looking up at him expectantly with her big blue optics. He kept eye contact as he went down on his knees in front of her, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers before kissing her again.
Her response to the kiss was demanding, almost aggressive, and she pulled him closer; her initial insecurity was starting to vanish and she knew that, in just a few minutes, she would be completely free of it.
Optimus was a bit surprised by her sudden dominance, but decided to play along with it. As of yet, he had no idea how she liked to be handled, so he decided to simply test the waters and see how she would react. His hand wandered down to her aft and squeezed it firmly. The femme in his arms squealed happily and started grinding against him. Her movements were smooth, sexy, not at all like the clumsiness he had seen during her training sessions with Bumblebee.
As weird as that sounded, but right now, she seemed to be in her element.
His silver thigh parted her legs and as her hands started roaming his body and exploring his incredibly powerful physique, he pushed her back onto the berth and started rubbing her port covering with his leg.
Her neck was his next target. Silica gasped, feeling his hot mouth nibbling at the tubing there. She was fascinated by the fact that a mech could possess enough bodily strength to rip an opponent to pieces with his bare hands, but would also be capable of such gentleness. Thinking about how strong this mech on top of her actually was sent a new gush of lubricants to her femme parts.
She let small metal plate covering over her port slide back. She wanted this mech to feel exactly how ready she was for him. Optimus was surprised she had opened it so soon, but the instant wetness he felt touching his thigh did arouse him quite a bit. The room filled with the scent of her lubricant- the unmistakable odor of a femme aching to be fragged.
So distracted by what his mouth was doing to her neck and shoulders, Silica didn't even notice his hand had gone south until she felt his palm rub her wetness just before her port was being penetrated by a large finger. This was definitely not her first time, but she still was deliciously tight…
Optimus propped himself up on his other elbow and watched her face as he started pumping his finger firmly in a slow, steady rhythm. Ever since he'd known her, he had never seen her so happy. Not once. He added another one, pushing both of them as deep as they would go. By now, his own arousal was almost becoming painful, his spike pressing against his armor from the inside, demanding to be released.
He would take his time though. Just because he didn't love this femme didn't mean he wouldn't make sure she enjoyed this. He was a big mech by all standards and he wanted to be certain she really was ready for him.
"More…" the femme uttered. Optimus added a third finger. This was quite a lot for a femme of her size, but she seemed to be perfectly comfortable with it. "There's… no need to be gentle with me, Optimus… I can handle some rough treatment…"
So she wanted him to be a little rough? He could do that. In a movement that was quicker than she would have anticipated, he grabbed both her wrists, pinned them above her head and slammed all three fingers into her port. A scream of pleasure left her lips, her back arching off the surface of the berth.
"Do you like that?" ,the red and blue mech growled.
"Yes, yes please, don't stop… aaah!" He did it again. And again, and again, picking up pace. She was responding very well to this, he noted; moaning loudly, writhing and practically seeking more contact with his hand. Optimus had to admit he was enjoying this more than he probably should.
Finally, he allowed his groin armor to part and his spike to extend. The mech released Silica's delicate wrists and pulled his fingers from her port so he could straighten himself, kneeling on the berth.
It took the panting female a few moments to come to her senses again, but when she looked up and saw the mech kneeling above her, it took her breath away. Of course, Optimus was doing this on purpose. He wasn't usually much of a showoff, but in this specific situation, it seemed appropriate. There he was, the leader of the Autobots, kneeling on the berth, his massive spike fully extended and throbbing, the look in his optics nothing short of predatory.
He wanted to make this femme scream, louder than any mech had ever done. Her gaze on him was tingling, he knew even his slightest movements would be tracked by her attentive optics. She was drinking in the sight, relishing every second. Her port was clenching in anticipation of what was about to happen next.
The Prime then made a tiny gesture with his finger, a slow twirling motion. Silica saw it of course and obeyed immediately, turning around and getting up onto her elbows and knees, presenting her dripping port to the large mech willingly. She closed her optics.
Hands enclosed her curved hips. She felt something being pressed against her opening, starting to penetrate her… slowly, excruciatingly so. It was bigger than any spike she remembered having been filled by, ever. Optimus pushed his rod into her, stretching her port so wonderfully, filling her up completely.
It had been way too long since he'd last savored this sensation.
Silica's mouth was opened in a silent moan. This was at least a thousand times better than what she had imagined.
He took his sweet time filling her port with his spike, sheathing himself to the hilt. His pelvis met hers, pressing his mechhood deep into her, feeling her aft contact his loins.
Sighing, she enjoyed this little moment while he kneaded her skidplate lustfully. Then he started thrusting, slowly at first but getting faster steadily.
The femme was making all sorts of lovely noises- every single sensory node inside her was being stimulated, she was moaning, whimpering, squealing with pleasure…
"Harder…" she managed to get out in between the moans. Optimus fulfilled her wish, keeping his pace, but ramming his member home with increased force. Their lower body plating met with a clang now every time he'd gone all the way, only to be separated again so he could thrust it inside again.
"H-hah… harder…" Harder still? Well, if this was what she wanted, he wouldn't deny her. Apparently, she really did like it a bit rough. He had to change his position a bit for better leverage, so he pulled one leg forward and grabbed her arms just above her elbows so he could drag her back onto his spike.
The pressure her clenching port applied to his spike was exquisitely powerful, and when he increased the force of his thrusts yet again, it grew exponentially. He threw his head back and moaned deeply. Right now, nothing outside of this room mattered. Only the little femme, impaled on his rock-hard erection, now screaming in ecstasy.
He was fragging her so hard now it was starting to hurt- she relished that. Tears of both pleasure and pain appeared at the corners of her optics, she was getting close to overload. Optimus, panting hard and being left unable to process anything but the raw and wild pleasure he was feeling, tightened his grip on her arms, almost denting her plating. Her lithe body was being shaken like a doll as he slammed her port full of his spike time and time again.
Her voice hitched every time his spike's tip hit the back of her port, deep within her. Oh how she was loving this nearly brutal pounding she was receiving!
Optimus Prime was getting close himself, but he wanted this femme to overload first.
He didn't have to wait long, for it didn't take much more before her back arched until it looked like it would break, her screams rising a full octave, port clenching with her orgasmic spasms, hips pushing backwards with surprising strength. Tears rolling down her cheeks, she rode out the intense overload.
Optimus couldn't hold back any longer. With a few last, very hard thrusts, he came as well, roaring out his pleasure, flooding her reproductive system with his transfluid.
None of them knew how much time they spent in that moment, both of them overwhelmed by the searing overload, sensory data shooting through both their systems like lightning bolts, way too much to compute…
Silica was twitching and gasping irregularly in the aftermath, whimpering as a shaking Optimus pulled his spike from her satisfied body. Careful not to crush her, he quickly rolled onto his side next to her, panting heavily, before all his remaining strength left him.
Their almost overheated bodies making little clicks while slowly cooling down, none of them lasted long until recharge claimed them.
