Fandom: Transformers G1
Pairing: Skywarp/Ezara, Optimus Prime/Ezara
Rating: NC-17 for M/F
Codes: Het, Bondage, Violence
Summary: Ezara has her first serious battle against the Decepticons, and while she proves a formidable fighter, she also displays her less than perfect judgment.
Wanderer's Home 21: Proving Her Worth
"The spacebridge isn't far ahead ... no signs of Decepticons yet," Hound told Prime when he came back from a brief recon trip. "They were there, but it looks like they might've moved on."
"That might give us a chance to get back home," Mirage offered. "At least long enough to get some reinforcements and supplies," he added quickly.
"Caurun's ship can make Cybertron in a orn," Ezara reminded him, her hovercar form taking the lead in the convoy. "Once mine is recharged, so can it. Small, but fast."
"Yes, but if the space-bridge is available, we can move more through it," Optimus Prime granted. "It's worth checking out."
"And it gives us an opening to take out Shockwave we wouldn't normally get," Ezara agreed. "Something's up ahead. Shielded, but there."
"Shielded how?" Prime asked her, the convoy slowing down.
"I'm not sure, but I can feel Skywarp and Megatron are close, but it's not nearly the strength it should be," she tried to explain something that amounted to a set of sensors they didn't have and she never thought about. "They are close, badly injured or hiding."
"No longer!" Megatron announced, he and the others bursting out of hiding, his cannon firing on Prime before the Autobot could transform and get clear of his trailer.
Ezara instantly began her transformation to her airborne form and put full power into making altitude, expecting the Seekers to take off after her.
"Break off," Skywarp warned her. "Don't want you hurt for them!"
"You don't have to say with the Decepticons," she countered, veering around to open fire on Starscream. "You or Thunder. You have a choice. You'd do well on Lydrom."
"No, I don't," he told her, moving to put himself between her and his wing-leader, before an explosion above her sent her careening towards the ground.
"What the?" Ezara snarled as she pulled out, spinning slightly she went straight up, intent on getting the advantage of altitude. "Prime, there are new ones!"
"So that's who they brought back over," Ironhide growled, opening fire on the other jets up above. "Rainmakers at twelve o'clock!"
"Brawn, make a break for the space bridge - we have to stop Megatron from getting more reinforcements through," Prime ordered him, only partially transformed due to the damage from Megatron's initial blast. Only his legs were disabled, but it left him prone, laying down suppressing fire as Ratchet worked to make field repairs.
"I'll try to keep the fliers occupied," Ezara transmitted on a scrambled frequency to Prime. She dove down, taking advantage of her superior height to open fire on anything with wings below her. Thundercracker screamed as she blasted his engines, and a red jet fled when she tore into his left wing.
She felt the fear rising in her at a rumbling sound, even as Singer suppressed her reaction with a counter-tune. The ones down below didn't have that advantage. Whatever it was, it was creating chaos in the Autobot ranks, Bumblebee and Sunstreaker both breaking off from the rest of the unit.
"Where?" she hissed at Singer, but couldn't get a response before Starscream and Thundercracker caught her in a crossfire that would have hurt like hell if it hasn't been lasers. She flipped on her tail and unloaded a barrage of homing missiles on the pair before focusing her attention on the blue jet that was emitting the infuriating vibrations that were screwing with her processors.
Bullets slammed into her just before a much larger, heavier object did - who in their right mind rammed in mid air?
A Decepticon, she could feel it in the body touching hers, one of the new ones. She didn't know him. Not yet.
With little concern for the impending impact with the ground, she lashed out with the full strength of her collective minds, transforming to latch onto him in feral mode as she crashed through mental barriers unprepared for an assault.
Ramjet hit the ground hard, leaving a crater as she heard a pair of heavy engines roaring down at her from above, more bullets ripping through the dirt crawling towards her. A blast from Optimus sent Thrust spinning off, buying her a few moments to identify Starscream on the battlefield again. His right engine was smoking, damaged from her missile, but he was still in the air commanding his fighters.
It was all that was needed to send her into a full rage as she launched, transforming to jet mode and putting her full power into her thrusters as she rushed him.
He tried shifting out of the way, but she followed him easily, changing to her feral form just before she connected. As they fell, she ripped into his body, bringing him plummeting towards the Earth even faster. He was partially transformed before they hit, and managed to get a glancing shot off from his nullifier.
It slowed her down, but not enough to stop her from tearing his entire left arm off in her jaws and driving two of her three sets of claws into his chassis.
He couldn't help the scream of pain, or the string of half-coherent pleading, as she focused her strength and drove her claws deeper, spreading the huge gash. She bit down on his face, trying to shut him up while she rended him in half.
A powerful blast collided with her tail end, propelling her off her prey and sending her danger sensors into a full panic. She struggled upright, her rear legs largely useless ... no, largely gone ... when a concentrated attack by two of the three remaining fliers knocked her over and pushed her back towards Starscream. She felt, more than was aware, of the next powerful blast that damaged her enough to force her into base mode.
Someone picked her up by the neck ... Megatron she recognized absently, her systems too focused on repairing critical damage to care much about what he was saying, or doing, in the physical realm.
Even as he made demands, he entered her mind. It couldn't have come as more of a surprise that she wasn't completely on guard against him. He could easily see where the others, her predecessors, had locked off the bulk of her memories and access to the sensitive intel, but they couldn't block his access to her. Not without her cooperation at least.
What he couldn't tell is if this was a trap, or if her hunger for the domination no Autobot could provide was so strong she welcomed an enemy.
With her body already in ruins, her ability to affect the battle by her actions gone, she reached out to him, sliding along his mental presence with a welcoming warmth and thoughts dripping in desire he wanted to indulge.
"You've got my word, Megatron - we'll back away," Optimus agreed. "Now let her go!" He said, motioning for his mechs to start falling back.
"Optimus, I've got the charges placed," Brawn transmitted silently.
"Sorry," Ezara murmured, neither of them entirely sure whether it was audible or not, as her mind was abruptly locked away and Megatron ejected from it.
Even as the Decepticon registered that, he could feel her began to transform, the sharp metal of her body cutting into his hand, forcing him to let go. Long, sharp claws dug into his frame, tearing long gashes and giving her a purchase to bring powerful jaws into play.
She clamped down on his head. Without even thinking, Megatron rotated his arm to force his cannon against her belly and fired. The blast practically spun her around his head, but her jaw remained locked even as she went limp, all but cut in two with a more than half her torso and a fair amount below that vaporized from the three hits she'd taken from him in as many minutes.
"No!" Skywarp and Optimus Prime both shouted as they rushed forward from different directions.
Optimus blasted Megatron's cannon, knocking it off of his arm. Skywarp was there a moment later, helping to pry Ezara's jaws open.
The moment Megatron was free, he lunged sideways, going for his cannon while Skywarp all but pushed Ezara's fractured body into Optimus Prime's arms.
"You gave your word," Skywarp hissed at him before stepping away to help Megatron into the air while explosions went off in the distance.
"Decepticons, retreat!" Megatron called out, sending his troops scrambling to pick up their wounded and take off.
"Ratchet, get her stabilized," Optimus ordered, shifting back into his truck form and opening the trailer so he could work on repairs en route to the base.
"What a mess," Ratchet grumbled, though he went to work right away stopping her from leaking out more energon. "At least his cannon cauterized the main wound.
"Small favors - we'll have her back at your shop as soon as possible," Prime told him, transmitting a message ahead to prepare an energon bath for her. He'd have to talk to her about taking these sort of chances again.
Three days.
In three days she looked whole again. The more Perceptor, Ratchet and Wheeljack studied her repairing herself, the more they understood just how different her technology was.
Perceptor was still sure there was a common base to Cybertronian design far in the past, but Optimus Prime wasn't so sure any more. Not once Perceptor realized that her body mass was roughly seventy percent nanite, and only thirty percent mechanical. It explained much of her ability to survive, and her more unusual abilities, but it made her that much more alien as well.
It didn't help any when Perceptor took a very close look at Caurun and discovered that he was purely mechanical. Caurun had just shrugged and said she was military, and military were different, but it was unsettling to understand just how different Tezita military were from Tezita civilians. They could easily be completely different species, even if they didn't claim it was so.
Prime reached into the energon bath, touching her lightly, contacting her mind.
"Do you want to get out of there for a while?" He asked her silently. "Or should I come in?"
"You're always welcome," Ezara all but purred, the tone of her mindscape backing up her words.
He moved in through the link, adopting the human form he'd used the last time he was there. He found himself in her quarters, looking out over a vibrant city still showing some signs of massive damage, but well on its way to repair.
"Does it always reflect your physical condition?" he glanced over his shoulder to look at her, noting the Lydrom form she was in matched his height, and was wearing clothing similar to the dress he had ordered for her. It was lovely, delicate, and showed off her dark blue skin and short fur beautifully.
"In general," Ezara nodded, stepping up behind him and running her hands across his shoulders, her chest warm against his back. "It's how I learned to view myself, assess my condition, and repair myself. Fix the mind, fix the body. When one is whole, so's the other. The medics like it."
"Connected to how much of your body is nanotechnology?" He guessed, trying to keep his focus when her chin rested on his shoulder and her interests were elsewhere.
"Likely," she murmured close to his ear as her hands ran down his strong arms. "It's a military method anyway."
"And the military are different, as Caurun says so often," he agreed. "We need to talk about what happened, before you get too far," he told her, taking her hands as they worked lower down his body. It was no small relief when she didn't contest his priorities.
"I became too focused on Starscream, I know," she sighed, her chin still resting on his shoulder. "I made poor tactical decisions in my desire to kill him. I've been chastised about that already."
"I was thinking more about what happened with Megatron. He got you because of Starscream, but what happened after ... what possessed you to attack him that way?"
He felt her retreat, not from him physically, but from the question.
Her hands rested on his biceps, her breath was warm on his cheek as she worked herself up to answering, and he gave her the time. It was one of those stark reminders that for all her power and authority and access to the wisdom and experience of her predecessors, she was young.
And the young did foolish, impulsive things.
He only had to remember how Orion Pax had died to find forgiveness for it in others.
"Possessed is probably the right word for it," she murmured, her voice low. "The others really don't like Megatron."
"Which one?" He asked her first, and most importantly to his mind. "And do you know why?"
"Pyre, I think. Maybe Delta Six," she said quietly. "Rawlind, Mitrix and Singer too were busy kicking and locking Megatron out. Why...." she sighed deeply. "Because they don't approve of how I ... respond ... to him. And they know they don't have anything to counter it other than getting in the way and trying to prove just how bad an idea it is."
"How do you respond to him?" He asked, turning around to face her. "Don't worry about upsetting me - I just need to know what I'm dealing with."
She shifted a bit, torn between the acceptance she'd always had of her desires and what had been drilled into her processors later in life.
"I melt," she summed it up, grateful when she saw recognition cross his features. "Yeah, what you saw was more my idea than his. He just does it very well. Not many can."
"I need you to avoid that," he told her, seriously. "I need to know that I can rely on you in the field. Especially with what's going to come, in our plans," he pointed out, kissing her gently.
Ezara flicked her chin up slightly. "I know. I've never let someone take advantage of it in the arena, and I won't here, even if they don't believe me."
Optimus' look prompted for more even as he drew her against him, recognizing that in this moment, she was just a young warrior well out of her depth.
"When I let him in, I knew everything important was blocked off," she murmured, kissing along his neck. "I knew my body was too broken to help in the battle. I was hoping someone would realize he was distracted enough with my head and take him out. I ... it hadn't registered yet that no Autobot would take the shot. Any Lydrom warrior would have."
"Even if we killed him, there's a chance the last thing he'd do would be to fire on his captive," Optimus agreed. "You can't take risks like that."
"When that captive is me, it's not much of a risk," she countered, though there was only the faintest touch of rebellion to it; little enough he didn't worry about her acting on it. "He did fire, three times, and I survive."
He felt what she didn't say, that if the captive was anyone of lower rank, of less importance in the big picture, it was a worthwhile trade of lives. It took effort, but he suppressed his harshest reaction to it with a reminder to himself that she was brought up to believe that death came young and a good death was one that helped the cause.
It was everything he didn't like to believe in, but he understood exactly why she thought the way she did. It was the price of war sometimes. It was a bitter, hard truth for him, but it simply was to her.
"It is not acceptable to me," he told her firmly. "Whether it is you, or one of my Autobots, or a human. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she let out an unhappy sound. "Letting someone die to kill a bigger target is not acceptable."
"If Megatron falls, there are others who can take his place," he offered, trying to explain something that he knew on a level more primal than merely a dislike of killing. "Starscream, Shockwave, the Quintessons ... there are others. Just stopping him won't end the war. It might be different if it would, but while stopping him will be a part of it... it won't be the only part. The humans didn't choose to be part of this war - we have a responsibility to try and protect them from the collateral damage it causes. The war... it's more than just a civil war. It's a battle for what Cybertron is, and what it will be. As strange as it will sound, in a very real sense, it is ultimately a war of ideals, with very real consequences regarding which ones win."
"Humans are like civvies," she flicked her chin up in understanding and acceptance. "What will end the war, short of eliminating everyone opposing you?"
"Convincing them to rejoin the relatively peaceful population - reuniting our kind," he explained. "It is possible that if we can stop Megatron and Starscream, some sort of reconciliation can be achieved. There's something different about the Decepticons, but nobody's entirely sure what it is - we think it might be some sort of flaw in their programming that can be fixed, turn them back into contributing members of society."
"Like Starscream was, before he turned," Ezara said. "Still, taking out the leaders is the key. Some level of loss has to be acceptable to cut the head off the enemy."
"Some level, but not you," he told her, brushing her cheek gently with his fingers. "There's too much riding on that - besides, I gave Skywarp my word I'd keep you safe," he pointed out with a smile.
"A promise I'm inherently ill-suited to helping you keep," she couldn't help but chuckle as she turned her face to kiss his fingers. "But I'll try," said told him seriously. It wasn't quite a promise, but it was close.
"That's all I ask... don't take chances you don't have to," he smiled, kissing her tenderly, his hands coming up to her breasts. "Why don't I show you the softer side?" He offered. "There's more to pleasure than force and dominance."
"So I'm learning," she arched into his touch lightly. "Jazz can be quite convincing," she shivered as he lowered his head to take one nipple into his mouth while his hands roamed her body, tracing the lines of muscle, bone and pleasure. "So can you."
"I do my best," he chuckled, licking her nipple before he kissed her again, coming up with a leather strap that he used to bind her hands together above her head, suspending her from a hook in the ceiling so she had to extend her legs fully to support herself. "A middle-ground?" He suggested, kissing her throat.
"Ohhh, yes," Ezara moaned, spreading her legs and sliding her tail out of the way.
He could feel the intensity of the simple restraint on her responses. Whether or not he understood it, there was no way he could discount just how much this increased her pleasure.
Optimus trailed kisses down her body, paying special attention to her firm nipples before he licked her sex, down one side and up the other, working her clit with his lips when he found it. Her moans, the way she trembled at every little touch, was intoxicating and pleasurable in it's own right for him. Even more so for the unabashed honestly behind it.
How long had it been since Elita-1 had responded with such need? He still loved her, he always would, but there was something intense about youthful enthusiasm he'd long forgotten that he missed; they'd been so comfortable with each other for so long.
He slid his tongue up into her, slicking a finger with her juices and tested her response to a little attention to her anus, thinking back to all the different things he'd tried when he was younger, first experimenting with a biological form for this sort of thing.
The moan he dragged out of her matched the way she trembled and relaxed her anus. Willing, pleasurable, but a secondary preference.
He silently thanked Primus that she was so unguarded. It made experimenting so much easier when he barely had to touch to know her real reaction. Her wants were so clear, even as he felt her hold back. No doubt the things Megatron did to her.
He was thankful for that too. The brief glimpses he'd seen were far more than he wanted to know about his archrival's appetites.
"P-please," Ezara gasped, her entire body trembling violently and her legs spread wide.
"Please what?" Optimus asked as he ran his tongue slowly from the edge of her anus to her clit. He felt the strength of her tremors through his hands on her thighs. While she struggled for words, he used his thumbs to spread her labia lips wide, exposing her most intimate parts to the cool air.
She stiffened and whimpered shamelessly, tensing against her bonds to both prolong and intensify the building pleasure between her legs.
"P-please take me," she finally managed to get out.
"Soon," he promised, licking her from her entrance up to her clit, then standing and kissing her as he rubbed his stiff shaft against her between the folds of her labia, pressing his tongue into her mouth.
She whimpered into the contact and pressed her hips against his as she kissed him back. Her sounds turned to a moan when he ran his hands down her sides to hold her hips, taking control of her movements as she trembled.
He took a brief moment to read what she wanted most, then moved around behind her, sliding one hand and up to her breasts, the other to her hips, pulling her back against him as he slid his cock between her legs. His kissed her neck, shifting to slide himself inside of her with a low groan. He felt her energy dance in the skin she'd created as he thrust, slow and deep, savoring every fraction of a nanoklik of the contact and the intensity of her reaction.
Without even thinking, he tapped into her desires and used them, touching her and pleasuring her to draw out every moan and whimper. He took her right to the edge of ecstasy and backed off, again and again, until his own body burned with need to stop and began to refuse his commands as survival instinct took over.
Having 'filled' her so many times already, he needed to recharge - in the back of his mind, he knew he was trying to absorb the energon his hand was in. Instead, he finally let her reach her own climax, taking some of the energy that she offered so freely with her pleasure.
As she came down from the peak of her pleasure, her body slumped against the restraints and she panted, utterly exhausted despite the energy she had absorbed.
"That ... was ... intense," she gasped, more than willing to have him still buried inside her as her shoulders took the bulk of her weight.
"Why don't I let you down?" He smiled, kissing her neck from behind. "Mmm ... so, how do you like a little more tenderness?" He asked, undoing the strap around her wrists and catching her as she worked to be steady on her feet.
"I like this idea of tender," Ezara murmured, more than a little glazed over as she found her balance and slid her arms around his neck before claiming a lingering, gentle kiss. "But do you?"
"Mmm ... I'm still working on the bondage part, but the rest of it was very enjoyable, if draining," he chuckled, kissing her back.
"Too draining?" she offered to pass some of her charge to him, clearly enjoying being held and letting him support her.
"A little," he admitted, kissing her gently as he felt at least half of the energy he'd given her returned. It was more than he expected; more than enough for him to wait until his normal recharge time unless there was a battle. "I should get back to my station. You keep putting yourself back together - and don't take so many chances," he smiled.
"All right," she reluctantly let him go and stepped back. "I'll play it safer," she did promise.
"Thank you," he said, disconnecting from her to go back to his station.
