The Ones In Command
By: MyNameisJag
Chapter 6: Mates With Exes
Disclaimer: I have nothing to do with TF or any of the franchise. The name for my chapters are weird…
Notes: There are stories out there about the Praxians being closely related to the Seekers, so this idea popped up. Also there is a surprise guest from another TF generation in here for my amusement. Mech/Mech slash that kind of thing get it. Odd pairings Prowl/Ratchet/Red Alert with other couples thrown in.
Warning: It's starting to get more and more adult themed…then again it started off with the mentioning of decapitated helms and dry humping… I don't think I have any shame left, which works for me. T-M in this chapter, depending on who you are.
Thanks to EcchoKat, Ayami1, Kitt21, Christina, Seeker Moonblade, Fliara48 ,Katea-Nui, Darkeyes17, smoking caramels, LdyGossamer, (Thank you all for your reviews)
Being related to Seekers meant having some of the same programming and Prowl has been suppressing his for way to long. Now the codes are out and he wants a Trine and two poor bots won't know what hit them.
He was glad Bluestreak was feeling better, in fact the young mech seemed to completely snap out of his depressive fog and was happily chatting away like normal…unfortunately he was doing all this in the inventors lap. Doorwings happily fluttered away and his frame was curled up into the others, every now and then he would stop talking and just lean closer and purr…
Wheeljack didn't understand any of what was happening…nor did he understand why Ratchet was pointing and laughing at him across the room. Apparently Prowl had the big idea to have him and Red get closer and they were now getting fuel. Odd couple those two are, the sports car that was shy and not too showy with the personality that made him seem smaller and the ambulance who had no problem showing what he had and being proud of it with a personality that made him bigger then what he was. Then again opposites attracted…but none of this would explain why the Praxian was in the engineer's lap.
"-and I'm pretty sure the lights in that place were going to explode, but they wouldn't have put them in if they did right, that would defeat the whole purpose-"
"Blue?"
"Oh, yes?"
"I kinda want to get my fuel-"
"I'll get it!", the gunner jumped up and landed on the ground all in one movement before bending over and pinching the helm fins, "there's no need for you to move, I'll be riiiight back." And then he was off, prancing his way over to the energon dispenser.
"What was that?"
"That is the prance of 'you are sooo screwed.'", he already knew who it was before he turned to look at his closest friend smiling like that cat from Alex in Wonderland that Percy liked so much.1
"Why am I screwed?"
The medic chuckled and plopped in the seat next to him, "Oh, my brother, were you to busy exploding on campus to notice all the craziness going around you at the time?"2
The engineer gave him a look, well, what he could with a facemask back on, "Did a tube of one of your 'intoxication' plants break again in your subspace?"
"You said you wouldn't mention that!"
"Yeah, well, I still have the image of you painted neon pink, screaming you were a femme and the government is after your stash because they want to sell it to the teachers so they would stop trying to eat the sparkling cakes while tying up our roommate to the ceiling with sticky energon rolls burnt in my processor for eternity. We never saw him again…I think you scarred him for life and he joined the Cons and died."
"Good, bastard should have stayed away from my energon rolls."
"There were no rolls, Ratch…just you trying to eat the cushions off the couch."3
The medic waved a hand at him to dismiss the memory, "I actually came here to tell you something important, you do know why Blue is so cheerful at the moment don't you?"
They both looked over to see the sniper chatting away with Hound while doing what looked like some kind of weird dance, the tracker just looked confused.
"Because he's always like that?"
"True, but you have managed to worm your way into a volatile situation…what is it with you and things that explode in your face?," the white mech glanced over at him before back at his own fuel, "You really should have paid attention to the drama in the classes, how can I explain this?"
He took a sip and appeared to be thoughtful as though he was about to explain it all to a sparkling, "Okay, you know his bonds were broken, right?"
"Right."
"Okay, but they were just developing, so there is no real damage to anything but hurt feelings which would have healed on their own if you didn't step in."
An optic ridge was raised, "I couldn't leave him crying, he was just so…hurt…"
"I'm not saying you're reaction to the situation was wrong, the mech needed comfort, it was what you said to him that has created a problem." The ambulance sighed as his friend continued to look confused, "Fuck it, you agreed," he pointed at the inventor, "to replace Blue's", he pointed at the door-winger, "broken bonds."
"…Huh?"
"Oh, the love of-you have agreed to be Bluestreak's mate, you are replacing Sunny and Sides positions!"
Silence…
"Okay and the problem with that is?"4
Ratchet's helm hit the table but then he sat up and looked at the crazed inventor, who gave the impression he was glowing underneath that mask of his. He opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by the grey Datsun pushing a cube in Wheeljacks servos, "Here ya go! Oh, hi Ratchet, how is the whole courtship thing going, it's kinda odd to see you three as an item but it seems to be working. Have ya'll, you know…done the dirty…yet? I hear it's an amazing experience when it's with your actually mates instead of someone you're just dating but it has to be the whole spark thing, you know-"
The white mech held up a servo for him to stop, "Kid, as long as something is going into somewhere and we're all enjoying it, it's all good. As for the courtship, Prowl wants me and Red to get closer before he does anything too serious again."
The young mech nodded furiously before plopping down in Wheeljack's lap, "I understand, the whole thing can be so tiring, I'm just glad I don't have to go through with anything like that now, but then again I might if I have to find another. I don't think I will but it's all about the codes so who knows what may happens, seeing Prowl go through his is scary. He's all like possessive of you two, cause I can't remember who, but someone was talking about how it's not right for Praxians to have a trine like some kind of Con seeker and they were planning on 'rescuing' you and Red but the Prowl stepped in and was like, pow, kick aft trine leader, and boom, protecting his mates. I hope I'll be a good trine leader," he turned to the inventor and pinched a helm fin again, "I'm going to spoil you!"
At least the inventor managed to look shocked at the last bit, nearly choking on his meal…Ratchet looked like someone told him it was Christmas, here's your present!
"Wait? You?"
The gunner laughed and patted the other mech's cheek, "Of course, I am, so far, the only Praxian in our little private club and I am not going to have one like one of the twins again. So what better way to make sure that no one gets hurt then to be the trine leader?"5
The ambulance gave a low laugh and clapped his close friend on the shoulder, "Welcome fellow beta to being a trine mate, told you were screwed." And with that he sauntered his way back over to Red Alert.
The SD smiled a little as he watched the healer strut across the area, he usually didn't mind being left alone but usually he didn't have a certain ex glaring at him from the other side.
He glanced over at Inferno who, while having Firestar wrapped around him and chatting away, was watching both him and the medic with the intensity of a hawk. It made him squirm under the uncomfortable gaze…he didn't know what exactly he did wrong in their one time relationship but it had gone wrong fast. Maybe it was the need to be so clingy, or his glitch that made him act like a reject, or his hobby…or maybe he wasn't as nice looking as the firefighter wanted him to be… A million suggestions fan through his processor before a weight flopped down into his lap, looking down he shuddered his optics to see the doctor using him as his own chair.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." A quick glance back at his ex proved that statement false and the whip wielding mech knew it.
A slight tickle across his chassis had him staring at cherry red servos playing at his transformation seams near his windows, "Liar," crystal optics flashed up at him, "I can see him staring," he fingered the seam that split near his chamber while he leaned closer to the multicolored mech with a grin, "if he is so intent on watching us, then let's give him a show."
"What-oooh, mmm…", Primus the medic had no shame did he, the Security Director's helm rolled back as a glossa traveled along the seams that he was just playing with a klik before. His own servos had found their way to the healer's aft and was given it a nice squeeze, getting a delightful moan that vibrated in his chassis and seemed to bounce along just outside his chamber. He shouldn't be doing this in front of everybody, if he was the one watching, he would have stopped the offenders the instance it beg-and he was now sucking on an energon line in his neck.
"Oh…that feels…goood…"
He should stop this, it was a distraction to everybody, what if they get attacked…he didn't know pulling that wire made him feel like that! Maybe he should-
"TAKE IT SOMEWHERE ELSE!"6
Both officers looked over to see Inferno standing over their table glaring at them, "Out of all the mechs here, you of all, you Red Alert should know better!"
Everybody was silent, either from the shock of seeing two officers happily 'exploring' each other or from the firefighter's interruption.
A whistle came from somewhere and a shout of 'why you stop?', 'Inferno, move your aft out of the way of a free show!', 'daaaaammmnn!'
Ratchet just gave a fake frown and stood up out of the younger mech's lap, "Your so right, we were doing something wrong,' he looked over at the Lambo, a grin spreading quickly once again over his face, "we forgot to include Prowl."
Red Alert sighed and stood up, looking completely serious, as though he didn't like what was happening in front of everybody, "Ratchet."
The medic frowned at the tone, the security mech seemed to be enjoying it earlier…perhaps he was pushing him a little too far, "Yes?"
But now a grin matching the ambulance graced the Lambo's features, "Next time, we charge for the show."
Most laughed, others blushed, one snapped.
-Break-
Prowl raised an optic ridge at the two sitting in his office, one shamelessly grinning and the other looking as sheepish as he could, "And how did that turn into the all brawl out that just occurred?"
Jazz was in the background rewatching the tapes, mostly on the show the SIC's intended were giving, happily leaning back in his chair and causing Red Alert further to sink further into his chair.7
"It was all fine, till that bastard decided to go nuts, honestly, me perverting Red? Can you believe that!"8 Ratchet crossed his arms and preceded to look like a child who was denied his favorite treat.
"From what was recorded, that looked very much what you were doing."
"Pfft, you're just mad cause you weren't there."
"True," the officer's gaze went over to his other beta, his amused look turning more serious, "Red, the way Inferno is acting…does he still believe you need him?"
"More like he wants to own me," the Lambo sighed and looked away from the other two, "When we were dating, at the beginning it was fine, because I did need someone there to watch me…but then I started to get better…"
"And you didn't need someone that much, I remember, you started taking courses with Smokescreen on your 'panic attacks' and was getting better."
"Yes, he didn't like it when I wanted to go and get my own energon or that I wanted to be alone for awhile, he was just…in control of everything I did…and then he went and cheated on me with Firestar…he told me…", he just couldn't finished and curled up even more, the video in the background that Jazz had been watching was now off, leaving the room in silence.
A red servo had reached over and was petting one of his now sparking horns, it wasn't as much but it showed that he was starting to panic, "It's alright, tell us what he said." How can someone who was screaming half the time sound so soothing right now…
The security mech offlined his optics and leaned into the touch before taking a deep intake, "He told me if I would have just gave 'it' to him when he wanted it, then he would have done that with him…but I tried," he felt arms wrap around him as the emotions finally broke through, "I really did…"
"We know, we know."
He clung to the chassis of the medic, trying to bury himself within in the others form…another pair of arms wrapped around him in comfort… Primus, was this what he was missing, the warmth of those who truly cared…those who actually accepted him, glitch and all… Maybe the god was finally making up for that glitch that had chased others away, he always wanted at least one bot to understand him…and now he had two…
"Thank you."9
-Break-
He smiled at the scene, maybe Wheeljack wasn't such a bad match for Bluestreak after all, the scientist was happy just to let the gunner talk away and actually responded, showing he was actually listening unlike most who would just nod. It was doing wonders for the grey mechs self-esteem, others were coming by and congratulating them in there get together, glad that the young mech found someone who he could really trust.
Smokescreen's smile faded only a little as his own memories flashed before his processor…ones of his own mates…
Mirror…she was just gorgeous, he always thought that when they were growing up, light blue with tints of silver brushed in that made her frame stand out, her movements just flowed like water and her voice just made him melt. Her chevron was actually a mirror and she used it to blind other, something he learned at a very young age after she did it to him. He remember going up to her when he was just placed into his toddler frame, he thought he was going to make a new friend when he tapped her on the wings that held tiny reflective mirrors in them. Next thing he knew he was just coming back from a punch and barely able to see…but the first image he got back was her lovely face in front of his.
And he was hooked just like that…he would have done anything for her and did, everyone expected them to be together…but she had fallen for someone else…
He didn't mind Illusion, he was a brilliant mech and his features made femmes swoon with his darken frame. He was bigger then Smokescreen and was flashier, his colors of that of a dying fire in the shadows, black and deep grey with orange splashed in to give him light, he always thought it was too good of a picture too be true and it was one of the mechs tricks…but no, Illusion was the perfect made Praxian.10 The researcher and Mirror looked great together, her light colorfully bright frame against his studier darker one balanced them out…he thought for sure they would just be a regular bonded couple…and he had lost the love of his lifecycle…
Yet, Illusion had marched right up to him and preceded to court him separately…and of course Smokescreen agreed, it meant being with Mirror again and this time on a more personal level!
It was all good to begin with, their trine leader was a fair one, he reached all expectations and more through the orns, protecting and caring for them, providing what the Alpha was expected of. There home was modest and their lives were starting to get more settled, he would go to the offices, she would go to her teaching career and their leader would go to the labs for his research. Separated but still able to feel each other as though they all were in the same room, the darker colored mech always sent out packages of care and love and they returned it. Smokescreen got home first even though Mirror got off first but she worked further off and Illusion got off later, so being there before the others left him with the duties of a beta. He made sure the house was tidy and to the liking of his trine mates, took care of any chores that were on the list of 'to do later', and got their meal ready.
He was the first thing they saw when they came home, Mirror first, a hug and some kisses that usually lead to showing how much he missed her and then Illusion, who would find them somewhere and join in. The meal always ended up cold, the house in a mess, things were put make on the list but they were happy…Until he started noticing that his love was getting more and more distant…she had started coming home later, leaving just them…not that the bigger mech minded, he had Smokescreen there…it was something the psychologists should have noticed.
He remembered coming home and finding her in the kitchen, staring at the table…nothing was picked up or clean…and she didn't look so shiny herself, but he still thought she was beautiful. He had asked her what was wrong and she didn't even bother to look at him, all she said was, 'He loves you.'
Of course he was confused and trying to find out what she meant through their bond was impossible cause she shut it off. He knew better to speak, his training taught him that…so instead he sat down and waited…
'He loves you.'
'Who, Illusion? He loves both of us.'
'No…I was so foolish…I knew how much I meant to you, but I just couldn't see us together.'
That had hurt, he had spent so long trying to show her how much he loved her and had thought because of their friendship, she just didn't see it. To find out she knew the whole time and refused to acknowledge him in that way…it hurt him.
'I was so entranced by him, you know, our names went so well together and I could just imagine him holding me and loving me like no other.'
He had dreamt about doing the same with her.
'I was so happy when he asked me to bond, I thought I was getting it all.'
Getting it all? What was wrong with life now? Sure he was there, but even without him, Illusion and her would still be doing well off.
'Then he asked you, I have to admit I was against it all to begin with cause I wanted him for myself but I wanted to make him happy and agreed. Besides we were close and I knew you would pay me more attention then you would to him.'
He was used as a pawn in her life…just to make her mate happy… she was just glad he wasn't taking up time with her mate.
'But then he started acting different toward you then me, he hugs you more, kisses you more, and he always wants you in the berth… At first I thought it was just me, but it wasn't…he had used me to get to you. He knew you wouldn't love anyone else like I did and used it to gain what he really wanted.'
'Mir, that's not true, he asked you not me…I always thought I was just picked because of how much I cared for you and it would be better then finding someone who barely knew you. He loves you, he shows you that.'
Her fist hit the table, denting the hard metal and he remember the anger in her once soft optics, 'Shows me! No, think back! Who is it that he has screaming his name every night cycle, who is it that he randomly pops up at work for, who does he reach for to hold in recharge? You!'
It was true but he always figured it was because he was the first one the alpha Praxian reached first…not because he wanted him over her. 'Mirror…why are you saying all this?'
She gave off a sorrow filled laugh and then let her helm fall into her servos, covering her face, 'Because after all this time that has been him and me…he picks you to bare.'
Bare…bare what…sparklings! That can't be right, she was above him in the trine, she was before him, she was a femme able to carry better then any mech! 'That's night right, where did you get that idea from?'
Her tears hurt him more then her words, because he could forgive her for anything she ever said to him but he hated seeing her upset, 'Because he told me…he told me he couldn't hide the truth anymore and had decided to move the trine on into the sparking stage. I was excited because I thought I was his first love and I was sure I would be picked to give life…but then he told me everything…and now he will be taking you to the doctor to have your spark seals removed.'
Sparks seals were thin walls inside the valve stopping the flow of transfluid into the reproduction chambers, it would get him sparked easier and his valve would be deeper…something alphas really enjoyed.
He didn't believe her and just told her it was all a misunderstanding and for awhile she accepted it…until he found himself in the doctor's office with Illusion happily chatting away about sparklings. He had told him that Mirror would be better, she was prettier then he was and that was sure to make the offspring gorgeous and her femme frame would handle it better. The response was a laugh and a push into the doctor's arms…
Mirror began to hate him and Illusion began to shower him with more affection, it was a terrible triangle of emotions. He wanted her, she wanted the leader and the leader wanted him. And even though the events that followed went down a darker path, he still loved her with his spark…he couldn't help it…he just couldn't let go.
Now she was gone and there was a chance that Illusion was still out there…if he was…it wouldn't be the same mech he had bonded with so long ago… 11
-Break-
Ratchet laughed as he watched Red's face blush deeply, he thought the mech could use some cheering up and so reacting the picture from earlier seemed like a good idea.
Their new berthroom was huge, the berth itself was able to hold all of three of them and then some and he loved the fabric on it…whatever Prowl did to get the blankets on it, he needed to be thanked in the best way possible.
"Oh, Red, stop flapping your jaw and get over here."
He thought the mech was going to crawl over him in a timid matter, that he was going to be shy about approaching the older bot…instead he sped so fast up the berth that they nearly banged helms. The medic just chuckled up and the form that was jus hovering above him, "Nice to see you too."
Sky blue optics shuttered before taking in the form underneath him, less messy then the picture…valve was open and waiting for him though. Red Alert leaned back a little, he had never taken lead with Inferno, who had been his first…and wasn't quite sure if he was up to it…though it was tempting. Arms wrapped around him and pulled him down for a brief kiss, this was gentle…maybe the medic knew he wasn't used to this.
And the earlier conversation still echoed through his processor, what if this was just another way to control him…put him in a position where he was a mere object used for pleasure…again…what if-
"Red…I know what you're thinking and you're wrong."
The other's 'breath' felt so warm against his skin…what did he know…he probably was just planning something…
"You're not my possession…I'm yours…"
His optics snapped back to the crystal ones, "You're…mine?"
A slight chuckle and legs spread wider, showing more of what was to be offered, "Yours to do what ever with…I don't mind."
The Security Director gently touched the healer's face, his servo was kissed and he smiled, "Mine?" The same servo followed a seam around the spark chamber, getting a pleasured hiss from the ambulance. Of course, Prowl would have first when it came to all three of them but here and just the two of them…he was in control…
His servo had traveled downward to the rim of the valve, oh…so wet…and that moan was delicious, "Oh…just do whatever you want to me…ah…" Whatever he wanted?
Red Alert pressed their mouths together, drinking in the gasps of his digit enter the tightness of his mate to be, red hips jerking up to met his thrust…the whimpers of more escaped from lips during the fleeting moments of gasps and moans.
He could get used to being in control.12
TBC
R&R
1: I have the image Percy reading it for some reason and seeing if he can get things to happen like in the book. In the name of science of course.
2: They are Not actually brothers, Ratch just called him that because of their long past together. Jackie was too busy blowing up back then as well to notice anything besides a missing limb.
3: …Yeah, I'm not sure why I put that either…
4: It's all cool with Jackie, he just glad he's getting some loven!
5: At first I wasn't sure about this because…well, it's Blue…but the thought of him being Alpha makes me giggle. The idea of Blue being in charge is just…cute…just cute.
6: Inferno's got problems. Usually I like Inferno/Red stories, they're adorable, but I need someone to be the 'bad ex.' Ratchet just doesn't care…he's too old to care as long as he's getting lucky.
7: Jazz is a perv, he likes watching others.
8: It's kinda hard to pervert someone who draws yaoi mange for the hell of it.
9: I had to add a little more drama and this also plays more in the future as well. Sorry, Inferno…I made you a bad guy…
10: Description and names goes to Darkeyes17. When I was typing I went brain dead and forgot all the information you had sent me, so I'm sorry if I went off on the details and didn't fully describe Illusion but there will be more chances to in the future.
11: What have I done to poor Smokes! Holy-I did not mean to go off on a different trail like that.
12: Almost, almost.
Another thanks to Darkeyes17 for the ideas of Mirror and Illusion! A round of hands for her!
You almost got your smut this chapter, but not quite, I'm going to do a vote before I continue. Do you want me to write out the love scene between Red and Ratch? Remember it's all in how you review.
Also if you would like anything to happen specifically or have a suggestion, please send it in.
Got some reviews suggesting Smokes as the third, got others that suggested Bee…I'm trying to decided between the two.
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*Bows politely* Till next time!