The next chapter was to be the last but I'll be splitting it in two so there will be 2 more to go after this one.
Spending the day working with Perceptor and Wheeljack had been interesting and very productive despite Skyfire's CPU not being 100% dedicated to the project. He had been dually working on the project and gathering his nerves for meeting his mate in the rec room.
They had met there publicly a few times to refuel but always kept it short and Skyfire had made a point of having bots such as Jazz and his group or Prowl sitting with them or between them to help throw off a lot of suspicion. This time they were going to stay there, he wanted to actively share refueling for once sitting side by side with no one separating them and show everyone they were together and happy about it.
So far so good, Skyfire was in the rec room, two energon cubes sitting in front of him patiently waiting for Optimus to arrive. He pointedly ignored the whispers and stares from the likes of Cliffjumper, Brawn, Red Alert, and the twins. The twins mostly tried to spy on him, attempt to tease and goad him into a game of their 'jet judo' or dropped various pranks on him for being in the 'nerd group'. In Cliffjumper, Brawn and Red Alert's cases they openly question his loyalty to the Autobots or make snide remarks about himself and Starscream when they knew he was in audio range.
Soon he was rewarded with his mate arriving. His focus zeroed in on Optimus as he walked through the almost full room, greeting and acknowledging everyone as he worked his way towards the table. Skyfire gazed up at his mate as they looked down at him a smiling behind the mask. Before Optimus could move to sit the shuttle stood, long arms winding around his tapered waist and pulling him into a very close, intimate hug and pressed a chased kiss to his helm crest.
In that moment the rec room went deathly silent. Every single mech gawked at the sight of Skyfire hugging and KISSING the Prime with said Prime actively slipping his arms around the shuttle returning the affection. The only sound to disturb the silence was a strangled squeak from Red Alert, followed by the clattering thud of his frame hitting the floor. Neither the Prime nor the shuttle seemed to notice or care as they sat down together, the Prime tenderly stroking the shuttle's cheek before asking how his latest project was fairing.
Optimus was pointedly aware of the stares and gradual rising chatter around them, but decided to ignore it. He was quietly proud of his shy shuttle's sudden open display of affection for him and determination to carry on as if they were talking in the privacy of his or the shuttle's quarters. Things seemed to be going well as Skyfire animatedly explained the current study project with Perceptor and Wheeljack and how they were progressing when he was rudely interrupted by Cliffjumper.
The red mini-bot suddenly jumped up onto a table, making a huge racket in the process, and bellowed, "Prime! What in the pit is going on? Is it true? Are you with HIM?", "Yeah what is this Prime? Some kinda joke?" Brawn chimed in, standing from his own chair beside the red mini-bot.
Sighing heavily as he turned away from his mate, Optimus looked around the room at all the staring mechs, a small few trying to ignore the outburst and keep chatting. "I thought that would be obvious to you two. Yes, Skyfire and I are together, we are mates and have been for a few earth months now. And no, this is not a joke and I do not appreciate the insinuation of such an idea." The Prime stated flatly, narrowed optics locked on the two mini-bots. "Does it truly come as that much of a shock to you that I could want to be with someone like most of you already are? That being Prime means I cannot have a relationship?" Optimus asked no small amount of biting annoyance peppering his normally warm tone.
Flicking his optics Cliffjumper didn't seem to notice the strong 'back off and drop it' vibe from the Prime and barreled ahead. "Well, uh no I mean yeah, but why him of all the bots here you could have picked? Why him? You deserve better than him. He was with the Cons! Nothing says he couldn't betray us in a spark beat and run back to Starscream. The coward won't even raise a gun to the Cons or fight alongside us!" The red mini-bot spat venomously accusatory finger pointing directly at the silent shuttle. That sparked arguments left, right and centre.
Mechs yelled over one another until the room was echoing with a loud din of noise. Many argued in favor of Skyfire others not and some in between accusing the mini-bot of some unrequited crush on the Prime or argued his right to speak to their leader so. Skyfire could see his mate growing more and more agitated, hand tightening around his energon ration to the point the thick Perspex container began to deform and crack, as mechs argued about their relationship as if it were one of those silly human soap operas they enjoyed watching.
Finally unable to take it anymore Skyfire snapped.
"Enough! Yes I was a Decepticon for all of a single fragging day! I woke up not even knowing a war was going on and misguidedly trusted a mech who was once my friend. Starscream and I never shared anything beyond friendship and he saw fit to throw that in my face by shooting me in the back! I'm an Autobot now and I earn my keep here just like that rest of you by flying you to and from your battles and putting myself in danger to keep you all alive. I've seen what this war has done and deciding that I would rather save lives than take them and if makes me a coward then so be it!" Skyfire snapped pointedly finding the optics of the worst offenders of the 'Skyfire is a Decepticon spy, a coward using pacifism as an excuse to hide in the labs and Skyfire is secretly seeing/screwing Starscream' rumors.
"As for Optimus and I… We have just as much a right to choose who we want as a mate as any of you! We are together because I can see Optimus for the mech he is, not just the Prime and Autobot Commander, but a mech who has needs like any of us that you lot have been ignoring. We are mated and we are happy. If you can't accept that well… well you can all fragging well shove it up your afts for all the slag I care!" Skyfire barked wings raised high and wide eyeing the room with a sharp stare, daring anyone to challenge or argue with him.
Bumblebee was the first to openly jump up, cheer the shuttle on and clap, others quickly following cheering and offering their support for the shuttle and the Prime. The remaining few still not happy with the situation either left the room or respectfully held their glossa.
Now that the tension was mostly gone Inferno stooped to collect Red Alert and take him to Ratchet. Second Prime/Skyfire incident in a matter of days, the last one was catching them, via security camera, getting more than familiar in front of the Prime's office before parting ways. The medic was going to be so happy the fire truck mused sarcastically.
Amidst the sudden onslaught of support Skyfire's rage quickly fizzled driving him to turn away from everyone, wings tucked in and helm ducked in embarrassment silently wishing the roof would open up so he could simply fly out of the situation and hide high up in the atmosphere for a few hours where no one could see or reach him. The normally peaceful mech was mortified at letting his tempter get away from him like that, but he just couldn't take the accusations and contempt any more. It was one thing poking at him behind his back but it was another openly calling into question his right to have Optimus as his mate and vice versa.
The way some of them spoke it was like they knew what was best for Optimus and he wasn't it, that he was trying to seduce him for ulterior motives or posed some sort of danger to him. It all made his spark twist in anguished pain that there were still bots who thought so lowly of him when he'd been trying so very hard to show he was worthy as an Autobot. A rough hand stroked down the shuttle's arm, blue fingers curling around his much larger white ones and giving his hand a firm squeeze. Glancing up from his mortified huddle he found Optimus looking at him with great appreciation and with a strange glint in his optics.
"So Skyfire, you were saying something about the reactive properties of the minerals Cosmos brought back from the asteroids near Saturn." Perking up at their honest interest and ever so thankful for the distraction, Skyfire quickly dismissed the dark, angry thoughts he'd begun wallowing in, settling back into their earlier conversation.
Optimus nodded and asked questions here and there much to the shuttle's delight. He always actually listened and asked questions to help better understand everything. The truck-former never just nodded and pretended to be listening to humor him. This always drove Skyfire's excitement higher during their talks knowing he had an interested audience who actually learned from what he discussed with them. Focusing on explaining his project and findings he completely ignored everyone else in the room as he chattered on, animatedly waving his free hand around and unconsciously twitching his wings.
Taking discreet sips from his cube, mask only opening enough to allow him to drink, Optimus watched his mate finally happy and comfortable with him in public. Finally free of the borderline crippling shyness and nagging fear of what the others might think of him that had been plaguing his sweet spark for so many months. He himself was about ready to tell the red mini-bot in no uncertain, and decidedly less that Prime-like, terms what he could do with all his opinions and had been both shocked and incredibly impressed seeing his normally rather meek flyer verbally tear into the mouthy mini-bot.
Thinking about Skyfire's actions in defending their relationship and display of rage for the slights not only against himself, but for his mate as well, in front of a good portion of the Ark crew began to trigger off something in the blue and red mech's CPU. The sight of the shuttle flare his plates, wings spread wide and domineering sent increasingly hot flushes of charge through his neural lines. His spark pulsed heavily within his chest the longer he listened to Skyfire's deep, but soft voice and watch him smile, wings and frame held on a quietly confident pose. Every time they locked optics he swore his spark pulsed particularly hard sending a sharp wash of energy to certain systems.
So engrossed in talking about his project and studies, Skyfire didn't notice Optimus subtly nudging him every minute or so encouraging him to drink his cube whenever he paused, how he shifted close enough for their leg plating to touch or how he kept lightly petting his thigh. Soon they were walking down the hallways, Skyfire allowing his mate to guide him along as he continued to chatter on still a little high on the rush of confidence and pride in himself after his little display in the rec room.
Finally registering that they were back at the Prime's office/quarters the shuttle barely had time to step through the doors before he was set upon. A hot frame pressed against his, hands feverishly teasing and stroking his wings while firm cool derma kissed and caressed his jaw and neck. Initially stunned by his mates sudden amorous attack Skyfire quickly gave up trying to reason it out and melted into the attentions. His own hands went to work exploring his mates frame and exploiting learned hot spots as he was spun around and forcibly walked backwards. Legs meeting the edge of the Prime's desk he found himself shoved back onto the sturdy metal, data pads sent scattering left and right.
His mate was quick to follow him, clambering up onto the desk and straddling his hips. Hands sliding up his mate's sides Skyfire looked up to meet smoldering blue optics staring intently down at him and beautifully full derma slightly parted as he vented deeply giving away how aroused they were.
"Optimus?" A roll of narrow hips made the shuttle gasp as he felt a sudden splatter of hot lubricants on his pelvic plating. "I love your voice Skyfire," Blue hands grabbed both the shuttle's wrists slamming and pinning them down either side of the white mech's head, "but right now…" Optimus slowly leaned down until they were nose to nose. "Just shut up and fuck me."
Gaping at his mate, Skyfire was both hotly aroused by the sudden, forceful dominance and shocked by his mate's use of human profanity. He'd heard him swear in Cybertronian displaying his dockworker heritage before, but this was new. A hard roll of hips pressed bared interface components against him spreading the warm thick lubricants slowly leaking from the exposed valve. Any coherent thought flew out the nearest window at that, Skyfire's own interface systems cycling on.
Closing the distance Optimus crushed their derma together burning for more contact, more friction his frame pressed and rocking into his mate as he experienced the strongest all encompassing need to interface he'd ever felt. His internals felt too tight and throbbed with a deep ache, spark swollen to the point it felt like it would be crushed within its own chamber, liquid fire burning through his fuel lines with his base inherent programming screaming that there was only one way to gain relief.
Skyfire shuddered as his mate ground against him, heady rushes of static charge skittering across his outer armor where their plates scraped together. He didn't know what had gotten into Optimus but damn he was not complaining! "Open… hn-now!" Optimus hissed right in Skyfire's audial.
Hearing the distinct faint click and slide of a panel opening, Optimus kept hold of his mate's wrists as he lifting his lower body enough to see the shuttle's dark silver spike emerging. It was barely out halfway before Optimus positioned himself and pushed down. Both gasped as the shuttle's large spike fully extended directly into the truck-formers slick valve immediately spearing in almost to the hilt.
Grimacing Optimus buried his face in his mate's chest, fingers tightening on the captive wrists as his taut valve walls were forcefully peeled open and stretched to their limit. The burning only lasted a matter of seconds before exquisite pleasure and the overbearing need for more friction, more stimuli drove him to start moving.
Rolling his broad hips to meet each of his mate's powerful motions Skyfire panted, pulling at his wrists wanting to touch the body rocking back and forth over him. "Please…" He whined. "Wanna touch you… need to feel you."
Keeping them pinned a few seconds longer Optimus finally releasing his mate's wrists as he arched up, that barrier at the very back of his valve opening allowing the flyers spike to drive as deep as physically possible. Large hands quickly moved to grip tightly to the strong white thighs spread wide over broad hips. Skyfire helped support and balance his mate as they slammed down onto him over and over. He could feel the vibrations from the powerful hydraulics and muscle cables working underneath the thick white plating with each flex of his mate's legs. Each rise and fall scraping and sparking off every sensory node both possessed sending whiplashes of charge racing through their frames.
The shuttle couldn't tear his optics away from the sight of his mate's strong frame undulated above him, the beginnings of charge buildup sparking between the gaps in his colourful plates. Beautifully flawed faceplates pinched in the throws of passion, smoldering ocean blue optics locked with his, low grunts and harsh gasps hissing between gritted denta with each solid meeting of their hips.
"Oh Op… you feel, ah… s-so good… oh, yes, yes!" Skyfire cried arching up as his mate ground their pelvis's together and changed angles, spinal struts arching and hips tilting forward and back.
His wings twitched and beat out loud hollow thumps against the desk in time with their movements. Every sensor lining his length was set alight by the borderline too tight pressure and rough fiction created by every move his mate made. Sharp pulses of intense heat raced through his neural nets straight to his spark already pulsing franticly within its confines.
Like always, the tell tale prickles of overload began sneaking up on the pair all too soon for either mechs liking. Smooth movements rapidly became jerky, desperate, scrabbling towards that peak of ecstasy. Thick white fingers dug hard enough to dent strong thighs while blue fingers scrapped at white and red forearms both desperately trying to find some sort of hold and grounding from the other.
Optimus sat up straight as Skyfire watched in shocked awe as the central line of his red chest plates split open. Hands sliding up his body, hips slowing to much shallower, rocking movements, the truck-former gripped the edges prying open the outer layer of armor and internal protoform plates. The dimly lit room was soon basked in the multi-faceted glow of the Matrix nestled over Optimus' laser core.
The shuttle stared in fascinated awe, spark racing within its casing just from the barest, filtered touch of the power emanating from his mate that seemed to feed right into his very spark. Though, the awe was tinged with some deep ingrained fear that he was looking upon such sacred artifact. He'd heard of the tales of the Matrix even before his accident over the Arctic and knew of the great power it was supposed to hold. 'A gift from Primus containing a sliver of his very spark' is what most said. Though he did not actively believe in the existence of the supposed deity he did believe the Matrix was something no one dared study.
The immediate temptation was there to reach out and touch the ancient artifact, to prove to himself that he was actually seeing it and experiencing its presence, but as his hand lifted toward it the Matrix abruptly shifted down and was tucked away into a protective compartment. With the Matrix out of the way the shuttle could watch his mate's laser core plates transform and shift exposing the opaque front panels of Optimus spark casing. There was a moment's pause before they too opened to grant a full, unobstructed view of the large, rapidly pulsing white, gold spark within.
Skyfire's optics widened in amazement at the sight of his mate's very living essence displayed to him. Looking up he saw Optimus face and optics glowing with so much unbridled trust, deep longing and desperate need. He quickly realized he was seeing a side of Optimus he doubted anyone had ever seen before. Completely open, vulnerable, with all his hidden emotions and his very soul bared exclusively for the mech below him.
Stilling in his movements entirely, Optimus leaned forward, hands sliding up and down the stunned shuttles chest plates. "Please, Skyfire… I want you… need you, all of you… Please…" Their soft pleading sent a shockwave of desire and need through the shuttle, his spark going mad within its casing desperate to join with that of his mate.
Allowing his own chest plates to split open, Optimus' hands made quick work of peeling the white armor, false glass and internal protoform plates apart. The light in the room was soon added to by the shuttle's equally rapidly pulsing white, blue spark.
Shifting forward and leaning down Optimus touched his helm crest to the shuttle's, sparks hovering close enough to send out the first small wisps of contact energy. The ethereal tendrils gently brush against one another as if in greeting. Both twitched and shivered at the odd ghosting sensations being fed back to them by the not really there contact.
It was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced before. The feelings were almost impossible to describe, the best analogy being suddenly hyper aware of sensory and nerve input and output and having it all doubling over on itself neither exactly sure who was feeling what.
Optimus looked deeply into Skyfire's optics as he gathered his wits. "We have only known each other just over half an earth year, only truly known each other a matter of months… but something in me has felt for you since I first saw you… I can't deny that my very spark wants you and that I have grown to truly love you…I-I will understand if this is too soon for you but…W-will…will you bond with me?" The last part came out as a half stuttered, almost frightened whisper, so unlike the usual confident strength in the Prime's every word.
Skyfire smiled, hands rising to cup that beautifully flawed face, his spark jumping in its casing at the feel of the other this close. He could hardly believe something he had quietly hoped for was coming true. Optimus wanted to bond as badly as he did. "I told you the first night. I want you… only you and just having a taste like this wasn't going to be enough… Yes, I will bond with you." Bringing their derma together Skyfire hugged his arms around his mate, pulling him down.
Both cried out in shock as their sparks met, the sudden rush overwhelming. Thick tendrils of energy were flung back and forth as the dense protective coronas of their sparks touched. A momentary sharp sting of pain followed the initial contact, but it quickly dulled as the two sparks attempted to synchronize their resonance frequencies, quickly beginning to pulse in unison.
Retuning to their earlier movement, Skyfire bucked his hips up as Optimus began carefully sliding his body forward and back causing the exposed protoform plates and outer layer of their sparks to rub together. The buzzing friction from the coronas creating the most pure form of rapturous pleasure the likes of which neither had ever felt. Their coupling seemed to go on for forever, so caught up in the heady sensations, all coherent thought long gone, but reality was quick to make itself known.
With the combination of rapid fire energy pulsing between their engorged sparks it was just over a minute before overload ripped through them. Optimus let out a loud shout as he forced himself down as best he could onto his mate one last time, the most powerful, utterly overwhelming overload he'd ever experienced ripping through his frame like a burst of lightening. It felt like his whole body was burning inside out with the white hot inferno of ecstasy so strong his processor abruptly blanked from the sensory overload.
Instantly the discharge went into Skyfire's own spark sending him crashing over the edge with a choked scream, body going through the same massive sensory white out. Sparks flew between their bodies in bright flashes of pure plasma. Ripples of energy rolled over plating like glowing water as the singing pulses of their spark coronas finally synchronized. The outer 'skin' of their sparks briefly opened rending 2 sparks momentarily as one. Energies spread, melded and curled around one another as for the barest of split seconds their very spark cores touched.
In that tiny instant they were no longer individual beings, but one mass of pure energy. One soul. Everything was shared between them, all memories, experiences, wants and desires. It was impossible to filter the information flow and even if they could and neither wanted to, so caught up in the rush of being one.
Even after their spark coronas closed Optimus valve walls continued to clutch and ripple along the spike within him, milking out everything his mate had to give, as their mutual overload was drawn out by the energy rebounding over and over through and between them. It felt like an eternity before the massive energy discharge finally petered off and dissipated entirely.
Sending one last little lick of pure bliss resonating through their worn out frames the pairs sparks reluctantly released the last strands of energy holding them together and fully retuning to their respective chambers, protective outer casings sliding shut. Both mechs sighed softly as they slumped, sensory overloaded processors completely blanked bodies tired and circuitry pleasantly sore from the massive energy surges. Within moments they both fell into the blissful darkness of deep, sated recharge.