A request by I Love All Yaoi and OMG I was so happy to oblige this request! (I'm a weirdo and proud of it!) THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REQUESTS AND REVIEWS!
WARNING: YAOI BONDAGE!
Crosshairs was confused. Optimus had simply asked Crosshairs if he could see him alone. It seemed harmless enough since after all he did nearly kill the humans whom Prime trusted. At that thought he rolled his eyes and lazily followed his leader to another side of the desert. Everything kind of went fuzzy after that; the next thing he remembered was darkness and not being able to move his wrists.
They were raised above his head and he noticed he was standing, not laying in the dusty sand. I mean sure he was happy he didn't have all this disgusting matter on his plating but being in a position like this made him itch to slag whoever did this.
Heavy footsteps fell beside him and Crosshairs turned only to have a firm kiss planted on his metallic lips. Huge hands roamed over his frame, gentle touches worked their way into the paratroopers seams, causing Crosshairs spark to beat faster and his interface panel to heat up.
"Crosshairs." That deep voice rumbled, sending shivers down the bound bot's spinal strut. Crosshairs thrashed against his bonds, sounding like a trapped animal.
"Prime! Wha' do ya think-" Those cursed lips caught his again but the Prime's glossa slipped in, softly mapping out the familiar spot that turned the usually stiff paratrooper into a puddle of goo. Crosshairs felt his face flush and he slumped against the Prime's chest. His hands deftly balled into fists as he was helpless to return the affections. Those big hands trailed up and down his back, making Crosshairs arch even more against Prime. Their lips seperated, a low chuckle coming from Optimus as his hands slid down to Crosshairs aft, pinching it.
"I missed your frame."
"Ah missed yours too." With a mischevious smile, Prime started teasing the seams, getting Crosshairs to writhe in his arms. The paratrooper whimpered and felt his legs tremble as Optimus palmed his interface panel.
"Open for me." Obeying the Prime, crosshairs let his panel slide open, his valve ready for the taking. He wanted to know what Optimus was up to but he found out soon enough. Optimus leaned in and murmured, catching Crosshairs lips in between frenzied kisses, "You have disobeyed our laws for humanity. We spare the humans until I say we don't spare them." With that notion, his hands trailed down the paratrooper's body before teasing the mech's valve, letting a digit flick a node on the outside and nibbling on the neck cables.
Crosshairs gasped as he could literally see the pleasure blasting before his eyes in blasts of white and blue. He fell onto his knees but the hand never left him alone! Crosshairs felt his legs raise and waited to be penetrated since Optimus usually got to the point instead of dragging out this wonderful time together. He was wrong.
Crosshairs felt his legs wrap around something much smaller than the Prime's waist only to feel a glossa slip in, tickling his sensor nodes.
"Ah! P-Prime!" he stuttered, feeling his valve warm and fluids steadily being licked up by Prime. Optimus blew hot air, causing Crosshairs to wail at the sensations.
"Call me Optimus, for that is my true name." He never stopped his ministrations, softly caressing the silver thighs and enjoying the sweet taste of this gorgeous mech. Even though he greatly missed Elita-1 from a terrible raid, he could never take his eyes off this mech. The paratrooper was definite eye candy and his uniqness for being so dynamic with various occupations automatically made him a target for lust.
Now here he was begging for release, begging to overload.
"O-Optimus! Ngh! Please!" Breath going ragged and his body getting uncomfortably hot. Optimus reluctantly pulled back and licked his lips before planting a searing kiss on his prey, letting his painfully erect spike come forth, hissing as it made contact with the cold air.
"Crosshairs." He groaned, easing himself in as Crosshairs's legs snapped at the Prime's hips. They both moaned together, their hot breaths tickling each others necks. They both grunted and groaned not one of them comprehending their language centers only their venting could be heard between one another.
"O-O-op-op!" Crosshairs couldn't finish his sentence as Prime overloaded first and Crosshairs screamed, feeling his valve clamp down on the fat spike and Optimus loved how his valve rippled, squeezing all his fluids out. Prime was exhausted and pinned Crosshairs against the mound wall that he had bound him against. Crosshairs was knocked offline, body desperately trying to cool him down.
A few silent moments passed by before Prime gathered his wits together and untangled Crosshairs, removing the mask from his face, and kissed his optics before snuggling against the paratrooper, dozing into recharge.
Kind of rushed it since I'm tired. Goodnight everyone! I have an interview tomorrow night and hope this was enjoyable. Ciao! The Cherryblossom Tree