A/N WARNING THIS HAS SEX! Okay now that, that's all said and done with. The title was a suggestion from my boyfriend. I won't be posting for a while after this, I'm losing my internet for a short time. So enjoy a nice long chapter called...
Uncharted Territory
"Dinobot, Rattrap, what happened?" Optimus asked as he, Rhinox and Cheetor entered the cave to see that Rattrap was off line.
Rhinox transformed and handed Dinobot a cube of energon, which he drank greedily. "The filers came at us in the open," Dinobot said. "We were retreating to the cave for cover. The roof caved in. I was pinned and badly damaged, while Rattrap was knocked on the head. I think there must have been more damage done, but I'm no field medic."
"Can you transform?" Rhinox asked.
Dinobot nodded and transformed slowly with a growl of pain. "How are we going to get Rattrap back to base?" he asked, looking at the unconscious Maximal.
Rhinox scanned Rattrap and said, "He can't transform and I can't repair him here."
"But if we try to transport him, he'll take way too much energon damage getting there," Optimus said.
Cheetor started pacing, frantically. He could help, possibly. But at what price? Could he risk it? Rattrap's life was worth it, so he said, "Strap him to my back. I can get him back before there's too much damage."
Optimus shook his head. "You're fast, Cheetor, but not that fast. He wouldn't make it. He'd die."
"Look, I'm faster then you think. You know that trophy in my room? I'm the champion of the Unicron Gouges three years running. We've got to try and I'm the best option we've got!" Cheetor exclaimed.
Optimus was confused, but he'd have to hold his questions for now. "Alright, Cheetor. Dinobot, you and Rhinox stay here. I'll go find some vines."
Shortly after, Primal came back carrying several vines. "Alright, let's get him tied down." Rhinox and Primal tied Rattrap down to Cheetor's back. "All done," said Optimus. "Go, Cheetor. Get back to base as quickly as you can. Run. Fly!" And Cheetor took off faster than the others had ever seen him move.
Cheetor's internal computer blasted music into his head as he raced across the planes. He pushed himself harder than he had ever done so in his life, even faster than when he raced, when he felt Rattrap begin to surge due to the energon. He felt his pump beat as hard as it could. He briefly wondered how much more of this speed it could take, but he ignored that train of thought. Relief flooded him as the base came into view. Putting on a final burst of speed, he lowered the shield and the lift and entered the base.
He got up to the main bridge and put Rattrap in one of the C.R. chambers, then sat there and waited while Rattrap was repaired. Eventually Optimus and the others came in, and Dinobot was ushered into the remaining chamber. By then Cheetor was in a chair, sipping energon. "Alright in here, Cheetor?" Primal asked once they'd gotten Dinobot in.
"Fine, Big Bot," Cheetor answered. "Rat-Face is comfy in the CR chamber, and we didn't see any Preds."
Rhinox noticed that Cheetor was rubbing his chest as he spoke. "Cheetor, you okay?"
"Huh?" Cheetor blinked.
"You're rubbing your chest. What's wrong with it?" Rhinox asked.
"Oh, it's nothing, Big Green," Cheetor told him, but he looked nervous.
"Well, let me run a quick scan, okay?" Rhinox said, in that "I'm only asking as a formality" tone.
Cheetor sighed. The game was up. "Sure."
Rhinox ran the scan on Cheetor and looked over the results with disbelieving optics. "Three of your six valves have blown and two of your tubes have ruptured," he said in surprise.
Cheetor heaved a heavy sigh. "I'm not all that surprised, to be honest. The last time I had this thing worked on, it was a quick patch job rather then a full overhaul on the damned thing. I've got a faulty pump, been that way all my life. My pit crew's been repairing it since I started racing. Every time it blows, they overhaul it. It'll be alright. Once Dinobot and Rattrap get out, I'll hop in. But I can't do that again," he explained. "I had one good run in me here. Rattrap needed it to survive. See, I pushed myself harder then I've ever done before... I can't do that again without a proper repair facility. The CR chamber can put it back together, but it can't fix the problem itself. Though I gotta say it felt good to use my speed for something better then getting credits to spend on fixing my pump."
"Why didn't your parents tell me any of this?" Primal asked.
"They put all my medical information into a file, but...I...uh...got someone I know to omit the fact that my pump was bad. I didn't want to be babied for it. Or worse, told I couldn't come along. And they have no idea I race... as long as I kept my races sort of close together, they just believed I was doing some after school thing..."
"Why didn't you get it replaced?" Rhinox asked.
Another sigh. "That's part of the problem...my mech-blood has something in it that causes the problem... and we've had some of the best look at it. The most we've managed to do is to rig it so it can be repaired in a CR chamber, but that's about it. Look I'm gonna go lay down 'till they get out."
"That sounds like a good idea. Rhinox, you take Cheetor back to his room and keep an eye and scanner on him," Primal ordered. Rhinox nodded and followed the exhausted cat to his room.
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Some time later, Dinobot and Rattrap exited the chambers. "You two okay?" he asked as they came out.
"Yeah, sure Big Banana. How long were we gone, anyways?"
Optimus sighed a bit. "We were looking for you for two days…You two sure you're going to be alright?"
"Yeah, Pop-Op, we're fine," said Rattrap. Dinobot nodded, and the two left the room.
"Are you alright, Vermin?" Dinobot asked, looking down at the diminutive Maximal.
"I will be, Chopperface. I just gotta figure some shit out."
"I understand, Rodent. So do I." He placed a hand on Rattrap's shoulder and gave him a small smile. Rattrap returned the smile, and the two parted.
Later that night, Rattrap paced his room, unable to sleep. That strange feeling was bothering him, but he still couldn't place it. All he could figure out was that it involved Dinobot. A part of him wanted to get over there and talk to the Pred about it, but he knew that Predacons weren't into talking about their feelings. He sighed to himself and decided that he had to at least try. "Come on, rat, if you're lucky he'll kill ya quick," he whispered to himself as he left.
Dinobot was lying on his bed reading when he heard a knock on his door. "Enter!" he barked, and Rattrap did. Dinobot's room was decorated with several copies of his sword and several hides from difficult kills, including that of his former clone. His berth was covered with furs, several of them rolled up to allow Dinobot to be partially propped up, as he was now. "What do you want, Vermin?"
"I really don't know, Chopperface. Somethin's been botherin' me," Rattrap started.
"Why come to me Rodent? What makes you think I care?"
"Cause whatever it is it seems to revolve around you."
Dinobot sat up. "Me?"
"Yeah. I just can't figure it out. So I figured I'd just, ya know, come here and talk. Maybe I'd figure it out."
"Rodent," Dinobot said exasperatedly, putting his book down on the small desk next to his bed, "do I look like a shrink to you? Do I?"
"I know, Chopperface, but dis is drivin' me nuts!" Rattrap exclaimed.
"Calm yourself, Vermin." Dinobot stood up. "I do owe you my life. While I find your Maximal emotional drivel annoying, I shall listen."
Rattrap knew perfectly well that Dinobot had saved his life as well and they were even, but he didn't want to argue semantics at the moment. "Well, Chopperface, it's kinda like dis." Acting on impulse, he tackled Dinobot.
"What in the universe are you doing, Cheese Eater?" Dinobot hollered.
"No idea, but it seems ta be a good one," Rattrap answered.
Dinobot threw Rattrap off of him and tackled him in return. "Why have you attacked me unprovoked?"
"Somethin' Black Orchid told me. If ya want somethin' from a Pred, ya gotta take it."
"Do you know what she was referring to?" Dinobot asked, pinning Rattrap down.
"I t'ink so, Chopperface, but I don't care." Rattrap kicked Dinobot off of him.
Dinobot stood up and looked at him. "Do you really understand?"
"Sorta," the rat admitted with a shrug.
Dinobot crossed his arms over his chest. "Vermin, with what you've told me, you are invoking a Predacon mating ritual."
Rattrap's optics widened, then he thought for a moment. That strange feeling tugged at him again and the idea seemed intriguing. "Well," he said slowly, "I guess... dat's okay wit' me."
"Really, Vermin," Dinobots aid with disdain. "You couldn't handle me, so don't ever try. Get out."
Rattrap ran at Dinobot and tackled him again. "Let me prove myself, Dinodip!" he yelled.
Dinobot held back the grin that threatened to cross his features. The rat had bearings, he had to give him that. "Very well, Vermin. Brace yourself!" And with that, he threw Rattrap off of him, but in doing so he wrenched Rattrap's torso plate off. He then threw himself onto the rat. "This is what we call foreplay," he growled into Rattrap's ear.
"You gotta be kiddin' me, Chopperface," Rattrap said, a surprised look on his face.
"Are you sure you want to continue, Rodent?" Dinobot asked him.
Rattrap looked up at Dinobot and thought for a moment. He realized that he liked the feel of Dinobot's weight on his body, as his rod began to press slightly against his cod-piece. He grinned and said, "Yeah, I do."
"Very well," Dinobot told him. "Your turn."
Rattrap forced himself up, toppling Dinobot. "Eh, I'm uh not sure I know what I'm doin', Fossil Face."
Dinobot got up and placed a hand on the rat's shoulder. "I shall teach you Rodent. First part of foreplay involves taking off your partner's armor. I've heard that Maximals use the removal of armor as a sensual act. Predacon sex can be violent and rough. Everything from foreplay to sex itself can and often does cause us pain. It arouses us," he ended in a hiss.
"So basically, right now I've gotta get your armor off ya, while you do da same during a brawl?" Rattrap asked. He was a bit nervous but that feeling was getting stronger, so he went with it.
"Exactly," Dinobot stated. "This part is also to prove your worth to your chosen partner."
Rattrap took a deep breath, threw caution (and common sense) to the wind, and said, "Okay Scale Belly, here I go." And with that he grabbed one of Dinobot's legs and heaved up on it, throwing Dinobot onto his back with a loud clang. Then he tore off Dinobot's torso plate and tossed it aside. This went on for some time, until both males were clad only in their cod-pieces. Dinobot, however, had left the back plating of Rattrap's armor on. It seemed that it was too integrated to his body.
"So," Rattrap asked, panting now, "how'm I doin'?"
Dinobot grinned. "Much better then I expected from a Maximal."
"Good," Rattrap said. Suddenly Dinobot pinned him to the floor, ripped his cod-piece off and threw it aside, revealing his half erect member. "So whatcha 'tink?" asked the rat, blushing very red.
Dinobot gave a small growl. "Not bad, Vermin. Not bad at all." He ground his hips against Rattrap's body and grinned as Rattrap's rod swelled to its full length of five and a half inches. "Much better." Dinobot grabbed Rattrap's member and pumped it several times, reveling in Rattrap's groan of pleasure.
"Oh, dat feels so slaggin' good, Chopperface...but somethin's wrong heres," Rattrap said.
"Oh," Dinobot snarled. "And what would that be?"
Rattrap heaved Dinobot off of him, sending the raptor flying, and pinned him down. "You're still wearin' yer cod-piece," he said, his tone changing from playful to aggressive. "Let's change dat." With that, he ripped off Dinobot's cod-piece and tossed it aside, a trail of natural lubricant following it.
"Dat's better," Rattrap said. He looked down at Dinobot's erection. The head was sticky with natural lubricant and the tip was engorged with the Predacon's arousal. What got Rattrap's attention was how large Dinobot actually was. At nearly eleven inches, his member was huge, and it was ridged. 'Huh boy, I hope ya know what yer gettin' in ta,' Rattrap thought to himself.
"Well, Rodent? Are you going to stare at it or use it?" Dinobot said with a grin.
Rattrap seized Dinobot's sizeable member and stroked it. Dinobot growled in pleasure and thrust his hips up into Rattrap's downward stroke. "So, have I proven myself yet? Or do ya need more proof?" Rattrap asked.
"So far so good, Vermin," Dinobot snarled. He suddenly grabbed Rattrap and brought the Maximal up to his face and kissed him roughly, challengingly. Rattrap was stunned at first but soon returned the kiss in kind, each acknowledging the other's strength. Dinobot broke the kiss and said, "Now, are you ready for me?"
Rattrap gave a shy smile despite himself and blushed. "Well," he said, looking a bit uncomfortable, "dere is one 'ting I wanna do."
"Really?" Dinobot said, intrigued.
"Yeah...I wanna taste ya," Rattrap blurted out.
Dinobot grinned at the rat. "Very well, Cheese Eater." He got up and walked over to his bed, lying down and propping himself up on a pile of furs. "Take it," he said smugly, gesturing to his unit.
Rattrap walked over to Dinobot and climbed onto the bed. He then knelt down and took the tip of Dinobot's unit in his mouth. Rattrap grinned around the throbbing rod as he heard the large Pred growl in pleasure. The natural lubricant tasted strange to him, but good at the same time. He gave Dinobot's rod a stroke and sucked as more lubricant was excreted. He took more of the large member into his mouth and began to suck harder on it.
Dinobot cried out in pleasure as Rattrap worked his rod. Rattrap couldn't help himself any longer, he wanted Dinobot's seed, so he went to town on the rod in his mouth. What he couldn't handle with his mouth he stroked with both hands. After a brief time, he stopped to give his jaw hinges a rest. "So, Chopperface, enjoyin' yerself?" he asked with a smirk.
"Oh, yes," Dinobot said returning the smirk. "Done this before?"
"Nope," he answered still smirking. "But I've gotten plenty a' blow jobs in my day. Ya learn what feels good."
"Indeed. Now, Rodent, either finish what you started or (snarl) are you ready for something more?" Dinobot asked.
Rattrap thought for a moment, then said a little shakily, and slightly sheepishly, "Be gentle."
Dinobot looked down at Rattrap and stroked his face with a claw, scraping the paint as he did so. "I know what happened. I shall endeavor to be so." Inside, a part of Dinobot was seething at what a gang of Preds had done to Rattrap. He wanted to show him that not all Predacons were rapists.
Dinobot reached over to the desk, opened a drawer and removed a tube of lubricant. He normally used it on his joints and sword during routine tuneups, but it would do the job of readying the rat for his dimensions. He opened it and said, "Bend over, Rodent."
Rattrap did so and gasped as he felt Dinobot's fingers slowly enter him, lubricating him, readying him for Dinobot's unit. He gave a low moan of pleasure, something he wasn't expecting, and pushed back against Dinobot's probing fingers. He felt Dinobot pump his fingers in and out of him for a few moments, adding a third, then Rattrap felt him withdraw. He gave a small whimper of need and turned to look back at Dinobot. "Here, gimme dat," he said, taking the tube from him. He then put a generous glob of lube into his hand and stroked Dinobot's rod with it.
Dinobot moaned and thrust his hips against Rattrap's pumping hand. As he did this, Rattrap stroked his own hard member 'till Dinobot growled out, "Enough of this teasing!" He picked up the rat and set him down on hands and knees. Dinobot moved up behind Rattrap and rubbed his painfully erect member against Rattrap's waste disposal unit hungrily.
"Gettin' impatient, Chopperface?" Rattrap asked smugly.
"You could say that," Dinobot told him. "Relax now, Vermin. I shall go slow, but most likely it will hurt at first."
Rattrap took a deep calming breath and let it out slowly. "Okay. I'm ready."
Dinobot placed the tip of his member at Rattrap's entrance. "Now." He pushed the tip of his unit into the smaller Maximal. Rattrap screamed into a bunch of fur as Dinobot entered him. "I can't make this any easer then I already am, Rodent."
"I know, Chopperface. It's just...yer so big. It's hard ta take," Rattrap said, clenching furs in his fists.
"It will get better if you persevere and endure," Dinobot told him. "But we shall do this on your terms. Just tell me when you are ready."
Rattrap slowly pushed himself back onto Dinobot's rod, gasping slightly as each ridge entered him. Dinobot could barely take the agonizingly slow entrance. The rat was so slagging tight it was nearly crushing. Rattrap stopped and looked back at Dinobot to say, "Re-lube yourself dere, Chopperface." Dinobot nodded and did so. Then, to his surprise, Rattrap said, "Okay, let's do dis." And shoved himself onto Dinobot's throbbing member. Both bots let out yells, Dinobot in pleasure, Rattrap in a mixture of pleasure and pain.
"Are you alright, Rodent?" Dinobot asked, concerned.
"Y...yeah," Rattrap replied in a shaky voice. "I...when it happened, dey went slow and it hurt. A lot. So I just figured dat it might be bettah if I took it as quick as I could, ya know?"
Dinobot wanted to comfort the rat, but he didn't know how. His rod was screaming for release. He wanted so badly to thrust into Rattrap, to soothe the burning ache of pleasure. Taking a guess at what he hoped would comfort Rattrap, as well as diminish the ache in his unit, he leaned down and kissed the back of Rattrap's neck. "Just take it easy, Rodent. Give it some time. When you're ready, just let me know."
Suddenly the raptor got an idea. Reaching down, he began to stroke Rattrap's member.
Rattrap gasped as he felt Dinobot fondle him. "Whatcha doin'?"
Dinobot gave a bit of a chuckle. "Helping you to relax."
Slowly Rattrap felt his entrance relax around Dinobot's throbbing unit. He let out a low groan of pleasure. He needed it more he suddenly realized. "Take me," he moaned. "Please."
"Are you sure?" Dinobot asked, not wanting to do more harm to the smaller Maximal.
"Yeah, Chopperface. I'm ready fer ya."
Dinobot waited a few moments, stroking the exposed part of his own rod as well as Rattrap's own stiff member. Finally he said, "Alright rat, here we go." And with that Dinobot withdrew a bit and thrust back into the rat, who let out a loud moan of pleasure.
Rattrap had never before felt such pleasure. It felt so good, even slightly dirty. And yet he was reveling in it. The more he got, the more he wanted. The fact that Dinobot was still stroking him with each thrust only added to the intoxicating pleasure. He started to thrust back against Dinobot's pumping thrusts.
Meanwhile, Dinobot was holding back his desire as best he could. Oh, how badly did he want to pound hard and fast into the Maximal's willing body, to take him. To make the rat his! But he knew that Rattrap couldn't handle such a thing. Such a Predacon mating would scare him, right now at least, or worse, traumatize him. After all, most likely that was what his rapists had done. Dinobot balled up a fist full of furs with his free hand and suppressed a growl of frustration.
"You...ah...okay back...ohhh...dere, Chopperface?" Rattrap asked, seeing Dinobot clutching the furs beneath them, tearing them unintentionally with his claws.
"I'm fine," Dinobot yelled as Rattrap thrust against him.
"Don't lie ta me, Scale Belly. Yer tearin' up dem nice furs." Rattrap turned to look at Dinobot as best he could. Dinobot's jaw was clenched tightly shut and there was a strained look on his face. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Dinobot slowed his thrusts down and said after a time, "I told you I would go as gently I as could, but I am a Predacon. My body craves a more violent coupling, and it's all I can do to deny myself such."
Rattrap thought about this revelation even as Dinobot resumed thrusting. How long could Dinobot hold back that urge? And what would happen if he couldn't? He had started this, not Dinobot. He could stop it right here, but he really didn't want to stop, nor be thought a coward. He let out a moan of pleasure as Dinobot gave a long slow thrust.
Finally the rat gave himself a mental shake. He had to stop running from what happened. He knew that now. Something clicked inside his processor. "Yo' Chopperface. Give it ta me," he said over Dinobot's growl of pleasure.
"You're mad Vermin!" Dinobot retorted, freezing mid thrust. "Absolutely mad! You..."
But Dinobot didn't get the chance to finish his statement. "Dis is what I want. Listen, I've been runnin' from what happened. Even now I'm runnin' from it, an' I'm tired of it. I can't run no more. I gotta get over it." Dinobot started to chuckle. "Hey! It ain't fun..."
But Dinobot cut across him. "Sex therapy, Vermin? I told you, I'm no shrink." And with that, Dinobot started to laugh.
Rattrap's optics widened as he got the joke. Soon he joined Dinobot in laughing for a time before slamming himself onto Dinobot's throbbing member. "Okay, Fossil Face, what do I gotta do? Send ya flyin' again?"
Dinobot moaned loudly at that thought. "As pleasurable as that sounds, Rodent, I don't think you are quite in your right mind...." Rattrap pushed himself onto Dinobot's unit again, and Dinobot growled in lust. His free hand, seemingly of its own accord, reached up and dragged its sharp claws down Rattrap's furry back. Rattrap's scream brought his attention to what he was doing. "Vermin?" he asked in concern, fearing he had harmed the rat.
"Chopperface, if you don't do dat again, I'm gonna have ta fuckin' hurt ya," Rattrap squealed in delight. Damn it had felt so good to feel that raptor's claws on his back. He wiggled a bit trying to get the Pred to do it again.
Dinobot looked down at the squirming Maximal, a shudder of pleasure going through him at Rattrap's words. He wanted more....a thought crossed his CPU. 'Hum. I did not harm him, and it seems to calm the fire within me... perhaps I have found a compromise.' He then grinned and raked his clawed hand down Rattrap's back, reveling in the rat's scream of pure ecstasy. Dinobot thrust slowly, drawing every cry of passion, every cry of pleasure he could out of the Maximal. He leaned over, touching his chest to Rattrap's back, feeling his beastmode tail and fur tickle his torso. "Rodent," he whispered, "you are so slagging tight. You feel divine."
Rattrap shivered in delight at Dinobot's words, sending a pleasurable feeling through Dinobot's body. "You...ain't so bad... yerself....Scale Belly." Rattrap wanted to feel all of Dinobot's impressive length, but he already felt so damned full. And yet every time he thrust back against the larger bot, he didn't feel Dinobot's groin against his aft. Rattrap's train of thought was totally derailed when Dinobot ran those delectable claws back down his back. He let out a squeak of delight and he heard Dinobot's lusty growl and a hint of a chuckle. "What da fuck's so funny?" he asked.
"Hearing you squeak is a strangely arousing sound, and that amuses me." Dinobot let his claws trail down Rattrap's thigh. The rat may have been small and lithe, but there was strength in those leg-cables, pulled taut from sneaking around all his life. The larger bot trailed his hand over Rattrap's body, noting when he got a peculiarly good response. Every now and again he ran his claws over those spots. Every time he heard Rattrap moan or cry out in pleasure, his own body would shudder in response. Once in a while he used his free hand to rub the part of his shaft that would not fit within the rat.
Rattrap looked back at Dinobot over his shoulder. 'Oh, no. You ain't de only one who can play da teasin' game,' he thought as Dinobot's claws danced along one of his more sensitive spots. Grinning to himself, he clenched, squeezing Dinobot's rod as hard as he could. He chuckled as Dinobot roared into his neck with pleasure and surprise. "Take dat," he said smugly.
"So, you wish to play, do you?" He grinned lustily down at his lover. "Very well, Vermin. We shall play."
'Huh-boy, I t'ink I may have really put my foot in my mouth,' Rattrap thought at Dinobot's grin. It was almost predatory in nature and he started to shake despite himself, but not in a good way.
He heard Dinobot whisper softly in his audio-receptor. "Are you alright?"
"Just...eh... Don't grin at me like dat again, 'kay?" Rattrap said frankly.
Dinobot nodded. "Do you still wish to play?" he asked softly, fingers teasing the rat's body. "Or would you prefer to stop?"
Rattrap's response was instantaneous. "Hells no, Lizard Lips. Just don't look at me like I'm a piece of meat when we're doin' dis, a'right?"
Dinobot nodded again and ran his claws down Rattrap's back. "Very well," he said, as he resumed thrusting. Rattrap lowered his head and moaned loudly into the furs. Then he grinned and squeezed around Dinobot's shaft again, reveling in the raptor's outcry of pleasure. Dinobot shivered and wondered just how long he could keep this up. He sped up his thrusts, riding the rat now, every now and then running his claws either down Rattrap's back or over one of the rat's pleasure points. With every cry of pleasure the rat made, Dinobot got that much closer to his release.
A thought came to him. "Vermin, this is not going to last much longer. It has been a long time since I have been able to indulge in self-gratification, between Primal's schedules and Megatron's attacks, and it has been even longer since I have been with another. I am nearing my summit." He grunted loudly as he thrust into the rat again, and the rat groaned in pleasure. "I ask you now, before I reach the point of no return...shall I spill my seed into you, or would you prefer that I pull out before that happens?"
Rattrap thought as best he could through a haze of lust. The idea of Dinobot losing control and just releasing in him sounded good at first, but then his traitor of a CPU reminded him of his attackers. How each one had reached climax while still inside of him, till their seed ran down his legs.... "Pull out... when yer ready ta," Rattrap told him, focusing on the exquisite feeling of Dinobot's claws and member.
"Very well," Dinobot said in understanding. His thrusts began to pick up speed again, going faster and faster, and Dinobot realized that he was closer to climax than he had thought. "So close, so close," Rattrap heard him whisper. "I...need...release!" The large bot grabbed on to what self control he had left. Now more than ever he had to keep a level head. He had to control his thrusts so as not to harm the smaller bot beneath him. He began to feel himself slipping over the point of no return, and he grabbed Rattrap's hips in both hands.
Rattrap actually growled when Dinobot's hand left his rod. "Hey Chopperface, you ain't de only one pent up here."
"Your release.... will come.... soon enough... Oh Primus, Vermin..." Dinobot cried out. Through his lust-fogged CPU he remembered what Rattrap had asked, and the ex-Predacon pulled out suddenly, grabbing his rod and stroking it feverishly.
"Oh no ya don't," Rattrap said with a wicked grin. He pulled Dinobot's hand off his rod and replaced it with his own, stroking Dinobot as fast as he could.
With his hands free, Dinobot groped in the drawer he had retrieved the lubricant from and pulled out a cleansing cloth, which Rattrap took from him. Dinobot's hips rose off the bed to meet with each of Rattrap's strokes. 'Almost there...so close...so good....' Dinobot thought. Suddenly he felt the preparatory throbs of his rod: his release was at hand. "Oh Primus....RATTRAP!" Dinobot screamed as he shot his fluids into the cleansing cloth.
Rattrap watched as Dinobot's rod pumped load after load into the rag, slightly startled that Dinobot had actually cried out his real name, not some nickname. The sight of Dinobot nearly flooding the cloth made him hotter then ever. He wanted release, and he wanted it now. He waited till Dinobot calmed down, then gave the raptor's length one final stroke to make sure all of it was out before saying, "My turn," in hungry sounding words. He knew that no matter what, he wasn't going to last very long. Dinobot had been stroking Rattrap's member the entire time he'd been interfacing with him.
Dinobot looked at Rattrap, panting slightly. He couldn't remember the last time he had climaxed that hard. "What do you want?"
"I wanna take ya!" Rattrap exclaimed through his lust at seeing Dinobot pant. Dinobot smiled and bent over to allow the rat easy access to his own waste deposal unit. Wasting no time, Rattrap quickly snatched the tube of lube and began to slide his fingers into Dinobot. Dinobot moaned loudly and pushed against Rattrap's fingers. After a brief time Rattrap removed his fingers and lubed up his own hot shaft. "You ready, Chopperface?" he asked. "I ain't gonna last too long...." He suddenly sounded embarrassed.
"Considering the fact that I have been pleasuring you this entire time, I'd be insulted if you weren't ready," Dinobot told him. "Now take me!" he demanded.
"You asked fer it." He entered Dinobot in one smooth thrust. He heard Dinobot hiss as he did so and asked, "You okay?"
"Vermin, if you don't start thrusting..." Dinobot was cut off as Rattrap did as demanded.
Rattrap thrust as hard as he could, picking up speed as he did so. "Primus, Chopperface... I didn't know dis could feel so good... I don't know how long I can keep dis up!"
"Do not hold yourself back. Harder! Keep it up until you can't stand it, then fill me!" Dinobot yelled at him.
Rattrap needed no further encouragement. He went as hard and as fast as his body could go. Long before he was ready, though, his body told him that he had passed the point of no return. "Oh Primus.... I can't stop now....!"
"Don't!" Dinobot cried out. Feeling the passions and lusts of another was turning him on again. "Release for me, Rodent! Hard, strong, now! Sate your lust within me!"
"Ooooohhhhh Primus......Chopperface...." Rattrap said, Dinobot's words having the desired effect. "So close... Primus yeeessss..." He struggled to hold back a little longer. Normally he lasted much longer than this, and releasing so early was a bit embarrassing to him, but the sight of himself entering Dinobot's aft was so good. "Primus...ohhh shiiiiit...DINOBOT!" Rattrap called at the top of his vocal unit as he poured his release into Dinobot. He rode his high as long as it lasted, then slumped, resting his head against Dinobot's back. He stayed there till his rod slipped out of Dinobot.
"Feel better?" Dinobot asked, turning around.
"Ohhh yeah..." Rattrap said in shear bliss. Dinobot helped the rat to his shaky feet.
"We should get ourselves cleaned up," Dinobot told him as he maneuvered Rattrap to his bathing area. Dinobot saw that the rat was walking gingerly. "Easy, Vermin. You're going to be sore." He turned on the solvent shower and quickly cleaned out Rattrap's essence from his body.
Rattrap, meanwhile, was busy staring at Dinobot's half erect member. 'Hummm,' he thought to himself as he cleaned his rod. Dinobot's unit was right in front of his face. 'If dis is da view I get...' Then he licked his lips as an idea came to him. He still wanted to taste Dinobot's seed. He had been so distracted by Dinobot actually calling out his name that he missed the opportunity, but he had a second chance here. The very thought turned him on. Using the cleanser fluid falling from the shower head, he began to stroke himself as he grabbed Dinobot's rod and started to suck on it in one smooth movement.
Dinobot growled and leaned forward, bracing himself against the wall and allowing him a good view of Rattrap taking his rod in his mouth. "Primus, you are insatiable," he moaned.
"Hey, yer da one comin' in here half hard again, Scale Belly," Rattrap retorted smugly. "Now shuttup so's I can finish what I started." And with that Rattrap returned to the task.
Dinobot shuddered in pleasure. His rod was still so sensitive from his earlier release that it was nearly painful to have the rat suck on him, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He let out a sharp hiss of pleasure as Rattrap's buckteeth scraped against the top of his rod. "Do that again," he said softly.
"Yer wish is my command," Rattrap said smugly. He then did just that, enjoying the sound of Dinobot hissing in pleasure. But he was tired, and he wanted to get some sleep before Primal got him up the next morning for whatever. So he went to town on Dinobot's rod, sucking, licking, stroking, all with fervor, his own rod twitching in his hand.
Dinobot was amazed at how talented the rat was at this, but he didn't spend any time mulling this over. He wanted to climax again. His mind played with the image of Rattrap drinking his seed, causing him to thrust into Rattrap's mouth. He felt Rattrap's tongue hit a very sensitive spot and cried out in need. "Right there, Rodent, right there!"
Rattrap grinned around Dinobot's unit and flicked the spot he found over and over again. "You like dat, huh?" Dinobot's wanton growl of lust was all Rattrap needed. He went to town on the rod again. This time he wasn't going to stop until Dinobot shot his load down his throat. The thought made Rattrap moan around Dinobot's unit. Dinobot's moans were getting more and more insistent every time he licked over that one spot. Then a thought crossed his mind, and he grinned evilly around the raptor's member. Positioning his mouth just right so his teeth would come down on that sensitive spot, he bit down.
Dinobot roared in pleasure and grabbed Rattrap's head, holding it in place as the first spasms of climax washed over him. "Rattrap!" he called out as the wave of pleasure became too much for him.
Rattrap finally got what he wanted. Dinobot's seed entered his mouth. It didn't taste bad at all. Not something he'd want every day, but...When the first wave of Dinobot's essence entered his mouth, his stomach lurched and he nearly ended up inhaling. Gagging and coughing, he pulled back... "Yer a damned fire hose," he sputtered as some of Dinobot's essence ended up on his face.
Once Dinobot came down from his high, he replied, "Vermin, I am more then twice your size." He looked down at Rattrap. The rat's unit was straining upwards, and his face had Dinobot's seed on it. Taking a cloth, he wiped it off of the rat, then picked him up and planted a kiss on him. Rattrap squeaked into the kiss but wrapped his arms and legs around the much larger bot and returned it in earnest. Dinobot pinned him against the wall while kissing him, stimulating the rat's rod with his body. In nearly no time at all, Rattrap was yelling in release...yells that were swallowed up by Dinobot's heated lips.
"Feel better?" Dinobot asked, putting him down and washing off the essence that Rattrap had spilled.
Rattrap actually took some time to think. He said, after some long moments had passed, "Kiss me again, Scale Belly."
Dinobot looked at him oddly, but willingly agreed. There was just something about kissing that rat. He tasted so sweet. While Rattrap returned the kiss, he cast around in his mind for that strange feeling. He found it, but now it seemed to have split: part of it he now recognized as lust, while the other part was just as indecipherable as ever, and just as strong as ever. It seemed strongest here in Dinobot's embrace. He still couldn't identify what it was, but more important things were overtaking his mind. He was exhausted.
"Yeah, Chopperface, I feel bettah. I'll feel just great aftah I get some shut eye," Rattrap said, breaking the kiss most unwillingly.
"Agreed," said Dinobot as they finished up the shower. Then the hunt for Rattrap's armor began. They finally found it all after about ten minutes of searching. At least by that time, Rattrap was walking much better.
"You're no longer limping," Dinobot observed.
"Yeah," said Rattrap, pulling on his armor. "Still hurts, but I gotta say, nowhere near as bad as..."
Dinobot cut across him. "Good. I'd be strung up if anyone noticed if you were damaged again." There was an awkward silence. Neither knew what to do now. Finally, a yawn from Rattrap settled it.
"Good night, Vermin," Dinobot said with a small grin.
"Night, Chopperface." Rattrap left, quietly walking back to his room. As soon as he got there, he passed out on his berth.
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Review Responses
Only-A-Minor-Threat: I am so glad that I made you laugh. And I have no idea why I don't get many reviews...
andalitebandit-6: While for any other pair of bots I would agree with you on the nicknames... however if you watch the show there is barely a sentence between them that they don't hurl an insult at each other. The one's they do the most... Nick names to make fun of the others habits and looks.
Pandablubb: Like I said before No clue as to why I have very few reviews but I'm hoping that this one will get quite a few.
Thanks for the reviews... and for those of you alerting and faveing my story PLEASE review as well... a simple Good Job will be more then enough!