Title: Indulgent Seduction
Warnings: Mech X Mech, male/male, whatever. Detailed stickiness.
Disclaimers: Not mine!
Chapter Ten
Optimus closed his cod piece with a click that snapped the frigidly stone Prowl to attention, the officer's optics staring at his friend disbelievingly. Prowl had to wonder how in the name of Primus that Optimus could be so cool. Prowl would have been positively horrified if anyone had walked in on him and Jazz mid-coitus. And it just didn't make any sense for Optimus Prime, their glorious leader, to be in a relationship with Sideswipe. Sideswipe, the resident prank artist extraordinaire, the other half of one of the most cantankerous and capricious mech's who was just a few degrees short of being a Deception, the biggest whore that Prowl had ever known in his long, long life- And oh, it wasn't just a wham-bam relationship. They were spark merging! That made it a whole different-
"Prowl, I would prefer it if you would speak your thoughts aloud so that I may confront your evident disgust and disapproval," Optimus said composedly.
"I think you've lost your slagging mind!" Prowl gripped the edge of the table, straining to keep his computer from crashing. "I could understand if you were bonded to say, Ultra Magnus or perhaps even Ironhide or Ratchet but Sideswipe? You two aren't even compatible! Your about as different as…as…Tracks and Cliffjumper!"
"Wouldn't some agree that you and Jazz are not suited to one another?" Prowl cursed that damn battle mask-he hadn't even noticed when it had been put back. There was no way of gauging Prime's reactions and expressions.
"Well, yes, but that isn't the subject at hand," Prowl frowned, ignoring that it was actually a very touchy matter. He'd heard enough whispers from the Autobots to know that few were actually accepting of them. Most could hardly understand what Jazz saw in him. But Prowl could hardly blame them. Sometimes he wondered too. "The fact is Sideswipe is a liability to your duties as our leader."
"You were once in love with Sideswipe yourself, Prowl, or did that little bit of knowledge slip your processor?"
"Yes and I wizened up when I realized he's nothing more then trouble! He's fickle, promiscuous, and-"
During his times of service underneath Optimus Prime, he'd never seen the older mech's anger directed at one of his own. But seeing that blazing rage in Prime's optics and staring at the brilliant light of a fusion cannon that was suddenly aimed directly at his head; Prowl really didn't want to see it again. "Sideswipe is my bonded, Prowl and you will treat him with the same respect that you show me. If you are that bothered by it then I suggest you take a space bridge back to Cyberton!" Prime snapped.
Prowl's jaw plates dropped. "Optimus!"
"Who I choose to partner myself with is not your concern. Sideswipe is a constant reminder that I'm not merely a vessel for the Matrix, that I am more then a Prime. He makes me feel when I had thought it was impossible to do so again," Optimus's weapon powered down and he sank heavily into his chair. "Yes, he's remarkably immature but his spark is in the right place. Without his need for pranks and laughter, I rue to see how despondent we would all become."
Imagining life without the fun loving twin did seem depressing. Sideswipe did have the uncanny knack of cheering anyone up, even the ones who were on the receiving of his trickery. Prowl sighed, "Optimus…I just worry. His reputation isn't exactly a good one. I do believe myself and the mini-bots are the only ones that have not been with Sideswipe. There have even been rumors that he's seduced the Seekers."
"Since when did you listen to the gossip mill?"
"Are you forgetting that Bluestreak is quite the talker?" Prowl asked with a wan smile, going to stand behind Optimus. He placed his hands on the larger mech's shoulders. "I was there all those millions of years ago, when you were still Orion Pax, when you fell in love with the one that became your most hated enemy. I was there several hundred thousand years ago when your intended mate decided you weren't worth the effort and she abandoned you. Am I so wrong to be concerned about you when I've had to pick up the pieces of your spark and wait for you to heal time and time again?"
"Prowl…"
He softly massaged Optimus's shoulders, ignoring the shiver that slithered down Prime's backstruts. "You have been my closest friend and confidante for eons, Optimus, long before Jazz or Sideswipe ever came into the picture. I do believe I'm awarded the right to fuss over you."
Optimus patted one of Prowl's hands, all visible tension draining, "Thank you, Prowl, for reminding me of that. Will you please at least try to accept Sideswipe as my mate?"
"I will. I'm sure Jazz will be angry with me if I don't. He's rather fond of Sideswipe."
"…Does it bother you? That Jazz and Sideswipe have a history?" Optimus asked, swiveling in the chair to face Prowl, "I know what you're thinking. That most have history with Sideswipe but I'm under the impression that Jazz and Sideswipe shared more then a one night stand."
Prowl shifted his pedes, pursing his lips. When he'd seen Jazz and Sideswipe in such a loving embrace the night that they'd finally admitted their feelings…he'd been so jealous that his icy demeanor had melted and he'd given into the rage. "It bothers me greatly Optimus, I won't lie. I fear that Jazz's interest in me will wane," he admitted, embarrassed as his insecurities.
"Prowl, I don't think that's going to happen. He's crazy about you. I've seen it for enough vorns that I know he will never desert you. He loves you, Prowl and I-Oh!" Prime moaned, going slack in the chair, optics flashing.
"What's wrong?" Prowl queried, gazing at Optimus with a frown, about to reach towards him when Optimus hastily lifted a hand to ward him off.
"Leave."
"I'm not leaving you like this, Optimus. I'm getting Ratchet-"
"Don't!" Optimus barked, twisting and rocking in the seat, hands curled into fists in his lap, the aroma of arousal drifting through the office. "I'm fine. Just…you should go. I do not wish you to see me this way again."
"Primus, Sideswipe's interfacing with someone and you're feeling it! He's…he's not with Jazz, is he?!"
"Sunny," Optimus whimpered, metal screeching underneath strain as he kept his hands rooted to his lap, not giving into the impulse to touch himself. "He's with Sunstreaker," he repeated, coolant perspiring on his chassis.
"I had heard rumors about Sideswipe and Sunstreaker but I had not taken them seriously," Prowl said incredulously, watching with a faint trickling of lust as Optimus shuddered and trembled underneath the onslaught of his mate's interfacing with his twin. There was no doubt in Prowl's processor that Sideswipe had struck gold with his relationship with the beautiful, alluring Optimus Prime. "I should be going then to leave you to your devices and-"
It was too late as Optimus bit down hard on his bottom lip with a muffled scream, the force so hard that energon oozed from the wound. Prowl could only stare in awe as Optimus reached overload, recollecting the few times that they had been sexual in their past. And it had never been this ardent. Prowl suppressed the urge to touch Optimus but he knew that Prime wouldn't be so receptive of the attention.
"I apologize, Prowl," Optimus said as the overload ebbed and his optics onlined. "I must learn how to ignore the bond in these…instances."
"You aren't mad that-"
"I understand that Sunstreaker and Sideswipe have a non-conventional relationship that will often result in their need to reaffirm their own unique bond and if that means that they must interface and spark merge in order to do so, then I have no issues with it." He chuckled, looking at Prowl's askance expression. "I have…often had fantasies revolving around the two of them. You are not the only one that has not been included in their berths."
"Are you telling me that you want to be with both of them at the same time? I don't think I could handle one of them, let alone both!" Prowl shook his head. "For some reason, I don't think Sunstreaker would allow it."
"That would-"Optimus's optics narrowed. "That's strange. I no longer feel Sideswipe. Would you excuse me, Prowl?"
"Of course." Prowl gazed after Optimus as he hastily left the office, clearly worried, despite the battle mask in place. Prowl had to wonder what it was like to always feel one's partner. He and Jazz had yet to consummate their mutual love into a spark bond and he had to wonder if he'd ever have that closeness or if Jazz would eventually decide he didn't want him.
***
Hot Rod turned down the deserted highway with Arcee and Springer close behind him. It was rare that the three friends had patrol together and Roddi was beginning to see why. Arcee and Springer were constantly flirting with one another and it made Hot Rod feel like the third wheel. Before the triple changer and femme had become more then just friends, Hot Rod and Springer had both vied for Arcee's affections. He'd pretty much lost interest in Arcee once he'd seen Sunstreaker. He hadn't even told them about it, about him. It made him feel like a traitor.
"What's wrong, Roddi?" Arcee's concerned voice flitted over the com channel.
"Yeah, buddy, you've been actin' weird all night."
Hot Rod's guilt ate at him. He really shouldn't have kept his relationship with Sunstreaker a secret but only a handful of bots even knew. Ratchet and Wheeljack wouldn't dare tell anyone because of confidentiality. Sideswipe wouldn't risk his brother's wrath. The only one that might run his mouth was Bluestreak and Hot Rod was hoping that the gunner didn't remember one iota of it. Fortunately, so far, the news of Hot Rod and Sunstreaker's coupling hadn't spread throughout the ARK.
"I think we should take a break," he announced, transforming.
Arcee and Springer followed suit, both gazing at him in concern. "Roddi…you know we love you and that you can trust us. Anything that's going on, we can help you. Okay? So please, don't go through whatever it is alone."
Hot Rod couldn't stop from grinning at Arcee and at Springer's rapid nodding. "I shouldn't have doubted you. But what I have to say…you probably aren't going to be too happy with me, alright? I want you to listen to me with an open mind and believe in me and my reasons."
Alarm passed both bots face plates. "Hot Rod…what's going on? What's so bad that you didn't want to tell us in the first place?"
"I'm sorry, Springer. I really am but this isn't easy," Hot Rod could feel his tanks rumbling uncomfortably. Arcee and Springer were his only family and he and Sunny, despite their sudden bonding, had only physically been together for one Earth week. They deserved to know and he would take any criticism they dished out. "I'm spark bonded."
"WHAT?!" Arcee and Springer's voices were one, their echoes carrying across the gorge. "How's that possible?!" Arcee shrieked, head shaking in bewilderment and disbelief. "With WHO?!"
"Sunstreaker." Hot Rod kept himself from purging at their appalled visages. This was the reaction he'd been expecting. Sunstreaker was misunderstood but he didn't care enough to fix that misconception. Hot Rod had half the notion that Sunny actually believed the descriptions of him; that he was nothing more then a cold sparked, violent mech that should have been a Decepticon. And Hot Rod wanted so desperately to change it. He knew there was more to meets the eye when it came to Sunny. But how could he be given that chance if Sunny was only interested in interfacing?
"Sunstreaker? As in the big yellow mech that thinks it's fucking hilarious to ride Seekers in mid air? As in the bastard that would as soon as shoot you as look at you?" Springer scowled darkly. Hot Rod could see the murderous rage beginning to form. "I'm going to kill him."
"Oh stop talking like that," Arcee frowned at her lover. "But I agree with Springer, Hot Rod. Why would you demean yourself enough to…to become that aft's mate? Roddi…it's for life. You'll never have another. Your systems are designed solely for Sunstreaker now."
"You think I don't know that?" Hot Rod snapped, tanks churning at the hurt expression marring Arcee's gorgeous face. "I'm sorry. But Sunny's not as bad as you think, Arcee. I mean, I'm not going to say that he isn't a bit of an aft but he's beautiful. And not just his appearance. His spark is just as perfect."
"How can you say that, Roddi? You've seen how he treats everyone but his brother. If there's more to him then that, it's gonna be fucking impossible to find. You're so blinded by his good looks that you've just sold yourself to him on a silver platter!"
Arcee drew her friend into a comforting embrace, shooting Springer an angry glower as the red and orange mech began to shake against her. There were no tears but he desperately wished he could. It seemed to make the humans feel better. "Roddi, please don't be upset. Springer shouldn't have been so callous."
"Maybe it's true. Maybe I'm a fool."
"Don't talk like that!" Arcee caressed the back of Roddi's helm soothingly. "Do you even love him, Roddi?"
"I do. I know I do."
"Can you say the same for him?" Springer growled. "Because everyone knows what a whore he is. How can you even be sure he's gonna be faithful to you? Maybe he's interfacin' some other disillusioned mech right now as we speak-"
"SPRINGER!" Arcee hissed, Hot Rod's intakes shuddering at an alarming pace, "You aren't helping right now. What is wrong with you?! We should trust Hot Rod's judgment and if he says that Sunstreaker's not like the mech he portrays then we should believe him."
Hot Rod glanced at Arcee, spark warming as he noticed that she wasn't just saying that to please him; the fire in her optics and serious face were enough for him. "You're willing to give him a chance?"
"If he makes you happy then yes, Roddi, I will. I haven't seen you smile and mean it for a very long time."
"I can't accept this. Hot Rod, you better keep him outta my way for a while," Springer snarled, transforming and speeding off, leaving behind a cloud of dust.
"He'll come around," Arcee said at Hot Rod's crest fallen face. "He's just really shocked and hurt right now. He was hoping that you would form a trine with us," she smiled wanly, "Not that you were ever truly interested in me. You forgot about flirting with me the second you met Sunstreaker."
"Springer wanted a trine? But that's…that would mean he feels something for me."
Arcee laughed, "You've been so close for so long that it was kind of inevitable, don't you think? But I wouldn't worry about it, Roddi. He'll get over it and you. Though, I guess I'm going to have to go give your boyfriend a talking to."
"Arcee, thanks."
"What are friends for?"
The two held each other, basking in one another's company, and Hot Rod felt, in that moment, it would just fine. Any hardships and obstacles that would rise to meet him, he would be able to face them. But not alone. Not anymore.
Thank you so much for the positive response and the reviews! Now at least I know people are still reading this. As any writer will tell you, it's important to know that their story is liked. : - ) So keep reviewing! :-P
The Hot Rod, Springer, and Arcee bit is before Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's interfacing.
I figured I should at least try to form a story, rather then a pointless sex romp. :) But don't worry, there will be plenty of steamy interfacing going on.