Transformers does not belong to me, blah blah, you know the drill…
Mistakes Made
Chapter Four: Mistake
Optimus tried to act as if nothing had happened between the femme and himself whenever he was around the others. Thankfully, Silica kept a professional distance as well, although a slight positive change in her demeanor was indeed noticeable. She seemed calmer, happier, quite a bit easier to talk to as well. Maybe, Optimus thought, this had really been all she'd needed. He wondered how long this effect would last.
Apparently not too long, as he had to realize not without some discomfort roughly two days later. He'd just returned from a relatively successful mission to collect direly needed energon with Bumblebee when he noticed she was back to monosyllabic answers and fidgeting. She didn't approach him though, probably out of fear of being discovered, which was very much understandable.
He let a few hours pass before contacting her via commlink.
/If you need help, I will be in my quarters tonight./
She didn't reply, but he was rather sure she would turn up. The soft knock on his door later that night confirmed his assumption. She didn't say a word as he let her in and locked the door behind her.
That warm feeling deep in his abdomen had been growing stronger ever since he had noticed her behavior returning to old patterns earlier. Now, it was very obvious the effects of his attentions two days prior were fading.
"You shouldn't be ashamed of confiding in me, Silica." Optimus said quietly as he went over to his nearly empty desk to sit down, weary joints creaking a little. Primus, sometimes he really felt how the prolonged war was taking its toll on his body. "Having you suffer is certainly not my intention."
"I know." The young femme replied shyly. "I just… you've just been so busy while I remained here with nothing much to do and… it felt wrong to approach you again after such short time." She looked up at him, her big optics shining brightly in the slightly dimmed room. "I know I already asked a lot of you."
The Prime leaned back in his chair a little and shook his head gently. "It is quite alright. I did agree to help you, so that is what I will do… if you want me to."
"Yes…" Silica said shakily before falling to her knees. "However…", she continued, starting to make her way towards the Autobot leader on all fours, swaying her hips as she went, "... I believe there is something I can do for you as well."
He watched her, mesmerized by her fluid movements. What exactly was she planning? Curved cheekguards were rubbed against his lower leg armor sensually as she reached him. Optimus felt a warm tongue slide along his rims, just where they met the tires. His knees were next on her sultry exploration, strong muscle cables twitching ever so slightly beneath his armor when she found a particularly sensitive spot on the back of his knee. He watched the femme as she started using her hands as well, wandering his lower legs and gently delving into seams and behind plating to administer her soft caresses.
A kiss was pressed to the inside of his thigh, her mouth moving further up…
"You… do not have to do this, Silica." Despite their last encounter, this was somewhat awkward. Having a femme act so submissively was making Optimus rather uncomfortable, even if her administrations were anything but unpleasurable.
Silica said nothing, instead continuing her very immodest course of action. After what seemed like an eternity, she dragged her tongue over his interface cover slowly, firmly. Optimus sighed. This might have been a bit awkward for him, but she didn't seem to share that sentiment. He could even hear her purring quietly, feel the vibrations it sent across his plating. She looped her arms beneath his thighs and grasped his hips firmly, burying her face in his groin passionately as she pulled him closer and spread his legs, mouthing at his sensitive joints.
The Prime was a bit surprised at the strength the young femme displayed at times. It almost reminded him of the type of femme he would choose to spend his spare time with… When she coaxed his covering open and his spike extended, she didn't waste much time before closing her welcoming lips around it. His size proved to be a challenge and she couldn't fit all of it, but she made up for that with her hands. Oh, those wonderfully skilled hands, Optimus mused as his head tipped back and he groaned.
She took her sweet time nibbling, licking and sucking his erect interface, alternating pace and intensity every once in a while but never letting him get too close to the edge. Oh she wanted him to frag her, of course she did, behind her port covering she was soaking wet, but she also wanted to thank him- and this was the best way she knew to do so.
A big hand descended upon her helm, petting gently while she vigorously pleasured her Prime. Yes, she definitely knew what she was doing, nimble glossa finding all his sweet spots as she sucked him off, hands all over his hips, abdomen and thighs, her hips swaying from one side to the other gently. Optimus could barely keep himself still, this was just too delicious.
That look in her optics when she tilted her head up at him, her mouth full of his spike, cheeks hollowed with suction was what almost pushed him over the edge- but he didn't want to overload just yet. They were here for a different reason and he would keep his promise to help her. So, using his full willpower to stop his overload before it could begin in earnest, he gently took hold of her chin and pulled her off of him.
Silica stood, which put her roughly at optic level with the seated mech in front of her. The femme was venting hard, Optimus noted, pulling her body flush against his and kissing her delicate neck. His hands found the petite waist below the shapely chest, glossy white metal feeling so wonderfully smooth pressed against his palms.
She moved to sit on his lap straddling him, his spike caught between them, rubbing against her belly. He took her face in both of his hands and kissed her softly, tasting himself on her mouth. Maybe he was enjoying himself a bit too much, Optimus thought, just like the last time. On the other hand, he was doing this for her, but he might as well appreciate the physical part while they were at it. He felt her wetness against him when she finally opened her port covering, wiggling against his larger body to gain some more friction.
"Please…" she whispered, fingers tracing the edges of his windshield and back arching just so. "…frag me, Optimus."
Optimus didn't hesitate pull her up and against him before lowering her onto his throbbing spike. He made sure to watch her closely as he did so, ready to slow down at any sign of discomfort, but there was none. Only happy sighs and quiet moans of pleasure as he penetrated her. Although the "quiet" part was gone in the blink of an optic as he started bouncing her up and down on his lap.
Her slender hands held on to his shoulder armor tightly while she rode him, optics closed. Primus, this was marvelous. Her port was clenching around its counterpart softly, the room was starting to fill with the scent of their coupling. They quickly picked up the pace, but this position would only allow them to go so far, so Optimus decided without further ado to get up and lay her down on top of his desk.
Silica squealed at the welcome change of position and even lifted her legs to get him to go deeper still. The Prime truly was an amazing sight as he stood there at his desk thrusting into her, armor glistening and powerful muscle cables working together smoothly to propel slender hips forward with barely restrained strength.
It didn't take long before overload hit them.
They found some kind of routine over the next weeks. Silica would drop subtle hints whenever she was in need of the Prime's company and they would arrange to meet up. It proved to be difficult to conceal their activities well enough so the others wouldn't grow suspicious, but they managed.
Meanwhile, Optimus watched contently as she was finally able to properly concentrate on her training, and was soon confident enough to even join them on low- risk missions every once in a while. He didn't want her too close to any Decepticons as of yet, that still seemed too great a risk to take, given her lack of experience on the battlefield, but she did well on surveillance and routine patrol.
Silica was still shy around the humans, but it had gotten better, especially with the adults. Agent Fowler and June didn't seem to spook her as much as Jack, Miko and Raf did, for whatever reason.
The femme required his… assistance rather regularly, about every two to three days and it did wear him out a bit in addition to everyday duties he still had to fulfil, but he had seen worse. He always tried to remind himself not to get too attached to her, but it proved more difficult than he'd thought. He was fond of the young femme, he couldn't deny that.
When she had a clear processor and he was on monitor duty, they would sometimes talk for several hours. As it turned out, the female was quite interested in ancient cybertronian history and had read her share about the subject, which was something very refreshing and delightful for Optimus. After all, he had been employed in the great archives of Iacon before the war, back when his name had still been Orion Pax, and ancient history still managed to excite him a great deal. He was happy to tell her everything she wanted to know- and that was a lot.
It was only a few months later that Optimus noticed something odd about her behavior. She hadn't sought him out for almost a whole week and as their interactions had been rather frequent up to now, this was indeed worrying.
It was a warm Sunday evening, Ratchet was currently recharging and Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead were taking the children back home. Optimus and Silica were working in the main hangar, but as there was little risk of someone walking in on their conversation, Optimus decided to bring the topic up.
"Are you alright, Silica?" He asked quietly, watching her from his position in front of the monitors. How she was sitting there, petite ankles crossed elegantly, brows furrowed on her pretty face in concentration.
"Of course I am. Why?" She was currently cleaning some of Ratchet's equipment. Optimus knew very well how dexterous her slim hands were and she was good at handling the fragile instruments the medic used.
"You… haven't approached me for a while."
"Should I?" she asked, looking up at him.
"I am merely worried about your sudden change of habits." He replied, turning back to his monitors. "Maybe you should go see Ratchet when he wakes up."
"Is that really necessary?" She didn't like to be examined, Optimus knew that. Still, he didn't want her falling sick if it could be avoided early on.
"Please, Silica. Ratchet cares greatly for your health. As do I."
The young femme sighed. "Alright. If it makes you feel better, I'll do it."
Optimus was happy she was being so sensible about this.
Ratchet however wasn't happy at all when he saw the results of his multiple scans. It couldn't be, he simply refused to believe this. After all the work he'd put into the development of her medication, all the effort to keep her docile and avoid exactly this kind of situation. He had taken five complete scans to make sure he wasn't making a mistake, but it was clear as day.
"Alright Silica, which genius got you sparked?"
"What? Are you certain I'm… I'm…"
"I took several scans and I'm 99.5% certain that you are carrying at least one newspark. So. Who is the sire?"
Silica didn't answer, instead she just pulled her knees up to her chest and looked the other way. This had definitely not been planned. And Ratchet was getting angry with her.
"If you don't tell me right now, femme, I swear I'll-"
"What's all the noise?" It was Arcee, who had just returned from patrol. Bumblebee was following her.
"Was it you, Bumblebee? Did you do this to her?" Ratchet continued, now addressing the yellow scout, who could do nothing but stare at his medic, not knowing what was going on.
"Do what?" He was confused. Was something wrong with Silica? Had somebody hurt her?
"If you didn't do it", Ratchet grumbled, rubbing his chin in thought, "that only leaves Bulkhead and Optimus. But Optimus would never… get both their afts here, now."
"Is there a problem, Ratchet?" Optimus asked in his usual, gentle and calm tone when he and Bulkhead entered the room from the back.
"There is. And it's not a trivial one, by any means. Now that all of us are here", the old medic glared at every other mech in the room, "I am assuming it was either Bulkhead or Bumblebee who went against their better judgement and got themselves into deep trouble with this femme." He stared those two down especially, but none of them seemed to have so little as a clue as to what he was referring to. "I know Optimus would never do anything so irresponsible, right Optimus?"
He looked at his leader now. Who remained completely silent. Ratchet's energon ran cold.
"Right, Optimus?" He asked again, but now his voice was shaking. "Primus almighty, it was you?!"
The mech in question still didn't reply and Ratchet saw that as a confirmation of his suspicions. "Get out! All of you! Except for Silica and Optimus, now!" The medic barked, fuming, his armor bristled with agitation.
Bulkhead sighed, shaking his head. He still didn't know what was going on. "First you want us to come here, then you want us to leave-"
"Get!"
"Okay okay, geez."
As soon as the three of them were alone, all hell broke loose. Ratchet used swear words some of which even Optimus hadn't heard before. He scolded, complained, yelled at them for a solid fifteen minutes while they said nothing to defend themselves. Had Optimus been a seeker, he would have been drooping his wings.
Only when Ratchet had calmed down somewhat did he dare speak again. "I only meant to help. But how can this be…? The inhibitor program-"
"Doesn't work on breeders, not in the long run! Optimus, they can store even encrypted sets of CNA and those programs always leave some part unaltered. It's only a matter of time until one set is complete. So apparently this wasn't even a singular event, now was it?"
"No." The large red and blue mech sighed in defeat. This was not what he had intended. He felt stupid for believing nothing would happen, not that he'd had any experience with breeders before, but he should have considered the possibility of them simply being different from ordinary femmes. "What now?"
Ratchet snorted. "Well, assuming she is keeping it, we better see to it we double our energon stock, and fast. Carrying femmes burn through their fuel like old cargo ships. We'll also need to up security, inform the humans… I'm not explaining this to them. You're going to do that. Next we'll-"
"Could you two just stop for a moment!" Silica burst out, close to tears. The two remaining mechs in the room looked at her, shocked. She had been so quiet up to now they had almost forgotten she was even there. "Please, just stop…" A sob escaped her.
"No, please, Silica…" Prime went to sit beside her on the medical berth and offered her his side, which she snuggled against without hesitation, burying her face in his thick armor. "Everything is going to be alright. We will find a way to make this work, I promise."
Ratchet closed his optics for a moment, frowning. He should have known this would happen. Slag, a sparkling was the last thing they needed right now. As if things hadn't been difficult enough already. They weren't even equipped for this. And if the Decepticons found out… no they couldn't. He didn't even want to imagine what Megatron would do should he find out there was an Autobot sparkling on earth. But if they really were doing this, they would need all the help they could get. And he knew just who to ask.
