Author's Note - M warning ahoy!
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Toccare
Rodimus fumed over the laughter at his temp arm; which had been given due to a shortage of repair limbs and it was unfortunate that it was perpetually positioned to look as though he was "thumbing up" someone. Although he had a feeling Hook did it to him on purpose.
"Hey, can you wave, Rodimus?" Chromia teased, making a gesture with her own hand.
Moonracer elbowed her friend. "Maybe he's giving us a thumbs up?"
They looked at each other before laughing hysterically. Rodimus glared at them.
"Ha-ha, very funny." he snapped.
"I told you not to mess with him," Chromia warned. "That's what you get for being stupid."
Rodimus let out a sigh. "Maybe I was."
Chromia and Moonracer looked surprised to hear that confession. Rodimus seemed content now and shook his helm sadly. He'd been selfish and reckless, but more or less, that was how he'd always been. Looking at it now with more clarity, that had to be the reason Red left him.
"I guess I was trying to save what I lost," he said. "Red's happy. I've seen her smile more times than ever. Maybe I should let that smile stay."
Chromia and Moonracer looked at each other, just as Rodimus walked away.
"Huh." Moonracer pondered. "That's a first."
"Maybe Shockwave knocked his central processor around." Chromia laughed.
Rodimus made his way down the street, riding off in his vehicle mode. Being wounded would keep him out of work for a few cycles. That was a terrible thing considering the increase in Thetacon attacks. But maybe he did deserve it. After all, he'd been an aft lately.
Truth was, he cared about her, even after their breakup.
But then again, most of Cybertron knew that.
He was going to try and apologize to Red Alert. He only hoped she would listen.
He rode to Iacon Infirmary and paged Hook. The older bot arrived in the lobby and rolled his optics when he saw him standing there.
"Rodimus, I told you there were no extra replacement arms. I need not - " he began.
"I need to speak to Red." Rodimus interrupted.
Hook frowned. He glanced over his shoulder briefly. "Oh. Well, I don't know that she's in a speaking mood today, but it's your funeral."
He turned to First Aid. "Page Red Alert for me."
"You got it." First Aid replied.
She pressed a button at her console and it only took a few minutes of tense waiting before Red Alert arrived. When she saw Rodimus, she sighed and started to turn around, but he quickly walked up to her.
"Red, wait, I really need to talk." he said.
Red Alert scowled and started to argue, but she noticed his hand. "Wait, what's with your hand?" she asked.
"Oh... Hook said we had a shortage of replacement limbs."
Red Alert arched an optic ridge and looked at Hook, who casually smiled.
"Yes, I did... Didn't I?" he remarked, before walking away.
"Red, I wanted to apologize for my actions the other day." Rodimus told her.
Red Alert looked at him firmly, but sadly. "Maybe I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."
"Yeah...I know." Rodimus gritted his denta. "Just...seeing you with him. I went crazy. The Energon didn't really help matters."
Red Alert seemed content with that, though careful in her approach. "It never really helped you in the past."
"I know..."
Red Alert turned partially before looking at him. "I have to get back to work." she said. "Maybe we can discuss this later at a more suitable time."
"Okay. Sounds good."
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It was still bothering him.
Rodimus had to talk to Moonracer about why Red Alert split up with him that night. The only thing he remembered was being overcharged and that was it. He only hoped he hadn't said anything that he couldn't take back. But Primus, he couldn't remember.
Moonracer didn't seem eager to talk about it.
"Rodimus, I told you," she argued, "Just let it go."
"Look, if she wants to be with Shockwave, fine." Rodimus said, bitterly. "I can accept tha - What? I CAN if it make's her happy. Don't look at me like that - I just need to know what it was I did."
Moonracer sighed and gave him a wary look. "I don't think you want to know what you did."
"I do! Tell me!"
"All right. But Red made us swear never to talk about it again." Moonracer said, reluctantly. "Do you remember the massive helm ache you had after that night and the broken lip? Well, there was a reason for it."
"Okay? Go on."
"Well, that night, you were overcharged," Moonracer continued, "Chromia and I were at Red Alert's apartment and we were waiting for you. You'd made a promise you'd be there at a certain time and when you arrived in your condition, Red wasn't too happy about it. You'd been in a drinking contest with Skids."
Rodimus winced, embarrassed.
"That wasn't the worst part." Moonracer promised him. "The two of you got into an argument and it got pretty heated. You guys said some pretty messed up things to each other. Before we knew it, you'd pushed her."
Rodimus' optics widened in horror. "I what?"
"Chromia and I naturally came to her side and before we could stop her, she hit you across the face with a table lamp." Moonracer added. A smile lit her lips. "THAT part was kinda funny." Her smile disappeared. " Then, she told you you were no longer allowed to put your servos on her again."
Rodimus groaned. "Oh Primus..."
"Yeah, it was a lot worse than it sounds." Moonracer replied.
"My spark mother always taught me never to put my servos on a femme like that!" Rodimus cried, "What in spark's name was my problem?!"
"She hit you pretty good too."
Rodimus groaned and leaned against a wall. Moonracer patted his back. "I'll leave you to grieve, big guy."
"She never said it! I could have - "
"You weren't in your right mind. She wanted to forget it happened and move on." Moonracer said. "Sometimes the drink can bring out the ugly in us."
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Red Alert met with Shockwave later that evening, inviting him later to her apartment. They sat together on her couch, sharing drinks and talking about everything and nothing. Red Alert was intrigued by the scientist all the more when he spoke of his sparklinghood.
"As a youngling, I had an unfortunate ire with most things," he said, "Jhiaxus sought to teach me to contain my emotions with logic."
"He sounds proper."
"Oh yes, perhaps when you meet him someday, you will understand that he is quite the mech." Shockwave replied. "He's bonded to a younger femme and I believe they have made their home on a distant planet."
Red Alert smiled. "He taught you to fight too?"
"Yes."
Red Alert sent her drink down and winced, rubbing her shoulder joint. "Well, he sounds like a fantastic father figure and mentor. I would like to meet him someday."
Shockwave noticed her condition. "Your neck joints are worn?"
"Yes, I was stuck in this horrid position during an operation that lasted four hours." she muttered, "I'm starting to feel it now."
"May I?" Shockwave queried, reaching for her.
Red Alert looked at him curiously, but did not argue and leaned her neck to one side. Shockwave reached with two sharp claws into a seam and pushed. There was a popping sound and Red Alert winced sharply with a grunt and he pulled away.
"Does that suffice?" he asked.
Red Alert rubbed her neck once and blinked in disbelief. "I'll be slagged!" she exclaimed. "The pain's gone!" She looked at him in surprise. "How'd you do that?"
"It is to my knowledge that there are pressure points on all Cybertronian life." Shockwave answered. "Sometimes, all it requires is a simple push."
"I've worked in the medical field my entire life and never knew that."
"Most of the knowledge of such things was taught to me by Jhiaxus. It is an older method of curing sore joints and plating."
"I see."
They were both quiet for a moment, sitting there in almost uncomfortable silence. Red Alert took a drink and Shockwave glanced in her direction.
"You seem uncomfortable." he said.
Red Alert laughed sheepishly. "A little."
"By me?"
"What?! No! Not at all." she argued. "It's...been a while since I had someone here with me like this. Just...out of practice, is all."
Shockwave was quiet at that.
Then, Red Alert felt something at her hand and glanced down. Shockwave had a single clawed digit brushed against her smaller finger joint. She looked up at him and noticed that he was staring down where he touched her, almost curious about what he was doing.
When he sensed her optics on him, he lifted his head to meet her gaze. Slowly, he pulled his hand away, sure he must have taken it too far.
Instead, Red Alert placed her hand gently over his.
"No." she said, softly. "Please."
That softly uttered "please" awakened something visceral within him. Something Shockwave had never experienced from another Cybertronian. He leaned forward a little, and noticed that something different came to her gaze. A strange stare filled with the faintest desire.
Desire? For him?
The notion was ridiculous. Surely she did not desire him physically.
But when he reached up slowly with one hand, he noted no retreat; there was no disgust. In fact, she leaned forward and pressed her cheek into his claws only lightly, letting him feel her. Her optics closed and she murmured quietly with content.
Hm. How interesting.
Red Alert reached up, placing her hand over his clawed one. She opened her optics only halfway, regarding him with intrigue.
Her optics gave him permission to continue.
Shockwave tilted his head and moved closer, his claws weaving a path down her arm. Red Alert moved closer, humming her approval and before she knew it, another hand had joined and began to explore her. This long claws moved so gently across her lithe form, delicately probing through seams and dips in her armor that she began to squirm.
"You enjoy my touch?" Shockwave queried, his usual stoic vocals taking on a softer, curious tone.
Red Alert opened her optics and gave him a smile. "I do." she said. "Perhaps you should touch me a little more and learn for yourself."
And he did touch her. Red Alert wanted to reciprocate the touches, so she delicately moved her hands up the great expanse of his chest, her long fingers wove delightful paths through his armor plating and into delicate seams that made him shiver. It was instinctive and out of his control.
Red Alert felt his larger arms move around her, holding her closer to his chest. They began to explore her back plating, moving to lower, more sensitive areas. Red Alert held his forearms, her fingers tightening against him. She met his gaze, her optics filled with heat.
"Perhaps your berth would be most suitable..." Shockwave said.
He slipped his hands tightly around her and carried her to the berth. She was laid down gently and he loomed over her, his great frame nearly engulfing his smaller partner.
Red Alert shifted a little underneath him to get comfortable, slipping her arms against his shoulders. Shockwave made a small sound and his hand moved to her thigh so that she could circle his waist with one leg. Red Alert's optics closed somewhat and she moved her hips a little, grinding teasingly against him.
Shockwave hissed at her. "Stop that." he ordered.
She smiled seductively and did it again. "Why?"
"Because I do not wish for this to end as soon as it has begun," he said, his vocals dropping lower. "I wish to better please you that way."
Red Alert smiled at the honesty of his words and felt a strong pulse in her spark hearing them. Well, he wasn't a selfish sort of lover. But she wanted to please him all the same.
"I want to do the very same for you, Shockwave." she said.
The mech above her pondered this and his claws began to smooth down her inner thigh, the touch causing her optics to close and her helm to fall back with a quick gasp. She was mildly embarrassed when her interface opened, exposing her valve to him.
Shockwave stilled his claws at the sight before gently stroking the rim. He went right to work, delicately exploring while she shivered and moaned softly.
"Aroused already?" he murmured.
Red Alert laughed, her vocals high from her arousal. "I didn't intend that."
"Perhaps you have not been pleasured as much as you should." Shockwave said, mild dismay in his vocals. "An unfortunate matter that will soon be rectified."
Red Alert closed her optics with an unfettered gasp when he slid a single digit into her, relieving her of the desperate ache that had emerged from their light touches. Primus knew she was embarrassed; maybe she needed this as much as Moonracer had always teased.
What made it even better was Shockwave was different than her past lover. She hated thinking about it, but he certainly knew how to speak and where to touch. It made -
Another finger had joined the first and she let out a soft cry, arching her hips against the inquisitive digits. She could hear her own fans kick on and noticed that Shockwave's had also done the same. yet he maintained an admirable calm that she'd never seen in other bots.
When his claws worked deeper, they hit something that sent a bolt of stars across her vision. She arched up, letting out a startled, hungry sound.
"Oh! Oh my, what is that?" she exclaimed.
"That?" Shockwave rumbled. "That is mine, Red Alert. It has been waiting for me and only me, it seems. You have never experienced it until now."
"I don't-"
"Do not speak, just enjoy it."
Well that wouldn't be too difficult for her. Red Alert moaned and writhed as his claws continued to rub that spot. Every touch, every stroke left her reeling and dizzy from the pleasure of his fingers. It felt quite nice and she could stop moving her hips in time with his motions.
Shockwave watched those partially closed optics, those lips parted in soft, delightful sounds of pleasure. She met his gaze and he moved his claws harder into her, savoring the feel of her inner valve gripping him tightly. Her fingers held his arms tightly and she continued to move against him, desperate for more contact.
Red Alert heard the tell-tale sound of his spike emerging and her optics brightened at the sound of it. Shockwave's fingers departed from her and she let out a disappointed sound. He slipped his arm around her leg and held it there, lightly rubbing against her valve with his spike.
"I am going to take you," he told her. "Unless you decide against it now."
Red Alert shook her head with a strangled laugh. "Just do it, Shockwave!"
At that, he slowly sheathed himself into her. Her valve fluttered around his spike, each ridge caressing him perfectly. Red Alert let out a moan and her legs tightened around the small of his back. Her features twisted and she leaned her head back, allowing him to run his claws up the side of her neck.
He leaned to the other side, nuzzling his helm into the side of her head.
"Am I hurting you?" he asked.
"Yes..." Red Alert gasped. Then, she added appallingly when he began to remove himself from her. "No, no, don't stop! Please, just...give me a moment."
Shockwave immediately stilled, giving her a chance to adjust to him. Yes, he was aware of how much larger he was and knew that she must have been in pain. So he waited, feeling her valve constrict and mold to him. A flow of lubricant certainly helped and he could feel her death grip on his arms loosen.
"Are you ready?" he asked.
"I think so."
Shockwave slowly inched himself out before working himself back into her. She cried out softly, her valve clenching around him desperately. When he did it again, Red Alert moaned. Oh that sound... He had never heard a femme moan that way for him. He did it again at a much harder pace and she arched her back, groaning his name in approval.
"Moan my name again, Red Alert." Shockwave rumbled.
She did and it was spectacular. As he moved into her, those optics opened and met his gaze. A pleasured smile lit her lips. The way she looked at him... The way she moaned for him... She spoke his name as if he were her God. No one had ever graced him in such a way.
"Oh yes, that's so good." she gasped. "Please...harder. You won't hurt me."
Shockwave obliged, moving harder into her. She let out a delightful, approving sound, straining against him. When his spike rubbed against that same spot, her vocals hitched and she let out a louder cry, clinging to him tightly.
"Oh Primus yes!" she moaned, "There! Don't stop!"
Oh, he had no intentions of stopping. The way that slick valve took him in, clenched around him; the way her gasps and cries were coming closer and closer, he knew it wouldn't be long before she gave herself to him.
He could feel the telltale signs of overload lapping at his lower spinal relay, but he wanted to see her overload first. Such control most bots rarely knew.
"Are you going to overload?" he breathed.
"Oh yes..." she moaned.
"Then let me hear your pleasure."
Red Alert could feel him closer to the edge. His frame tensed, his arms shook. Such signs of a mech about to overload were simple to spot. She was going to let him overload first.
So she kissed the side of his helm, nibbled along his collar plating to help him along. She even clenched tightly around him, stroking whatever part of him she could.
"Shameless femme!" he hissed.
Red Alert grinned against his helm. "I know I am. Now let go, Shockwave. Don't wait for me."
Shockwave seemed to hold back for a few moments more, but with Red Alert's "persuasion", he couldn't help it. When he succumbed to his overload, the low, powerful moan that escaped his speakers was exquisite; the sound burning forever in her memory bank.
He didn't stop then. He continued moving within her until she felt herself tipping over. When she did, no force in the universe could stop it. She writhed, moaned and cried out, overload shaking her systems. She held onto him tightly, never wanting to let go.
The room was filled with the sounds of their vocalizations as they worked to cool their systems. Red Alert ran her fingers up and down the expanse of his back, calming him a little with her gentle touch. Shockwave leaned down a little and she noticed that he wasn't as tense as before. It made her smile.
"That was...quite pleasurable..." he murmured.
She chuckled. "You're telling me."
She was silent for a moment before allowing him to lay beside her. It still kept their bodies connected and she shivered a little before gently stroking the side of his helm. He merely watched her silently as well.
"How do you feel?" Red Alert asked.
"Better, if I may say so." Shockwave replied, unintentionally leaning into her touch.
"Would you like to stay here tonight?"
"If that is what you wish."
"I asked if YOU want to, Shockwave."
"...Yes..."
She smiled and kissed him. "Recharge well," she said. "You deserve it."
They disengaged from each other's bodies and she fell asleep, holding him in her arms. For the first time in centuries, he slept well that night.
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Note - Toccare is Italian for "Touch". I'm gonna go out on a limb and say my OTP consists of two dorks. LOL. XD Now excuse me... I need to find a tissue.