Pairing: Cyberverse Windblade/Grimlock

Rating: Explicit

Details/Themes: Rough sex, semi-public sex, heat cycle

Requested by Windcee25

The Ark was regal, a centerfold of Autobot power and adaptability. The halls were quiet, pristine, and the cargo bay was always spotless and calm...

"AH! Ah-HA, AH!" The echoes were defined enough that anyone on that section of the ship could hear her through even the closed doors. She didn't care.

The glass window that peered into the cargo hold from the hall rattled as Windblade was forced against it and another servo was placed on the now filthy surface above her. The lower half of the glass had strands of semi-clear liquid running down it and more splattered on.

"I have to admit, Windblade, you make an excellent argument. The thrill of exposing oneself being mated to oblivion is certainly a mutual, beneficial morale booster," Grimlock purred.

He thrust hard, making her open her legs wider to receive his girth. Windblade didn't hear a word of that, only that her chassis was eager for more. It was greedy, unyielding to simple solutions so she went to the largest mech on the ship. It was the best decision she think she ever made. Grimlock was larger in more ways than one and she was living for it.

Her heat cycle hit hard but Grimlock hit harder. She didn't need careful or considerate today. No, she needed someone who could hit her with everything they had and force her to overload. There was no place for nice when it came to her heat.

She gave a loud gasp when his spike hit her farthest node and threatened to rip through her gestation chamber. Looking through the glass, past her obviously slutty reflection, she wondered if anybody would pass by. The look on their face seeing Windblade being dominated by the king of the Dinobots would be priceless. The only bot she didn't want to see her was Arcee...the femme would take a picture of it probably and that was an entirely different issue.

A servo clasped over her mouth and another activated the manual release of her own dormant spike. Felling the stinging air hit it after disuse and strain made her moan. Grimlock smirked beside her helm.

"Shh, you wouldn't want Optimus or Bumblebee to see you like this, would you? Or would you rather them watch as your valve is stretched wide and leaking with my transfluid? I'm sure I can make it a good show as your heat offers no limits on just how far we can go."

"Please, Grimlock, I-I need-!"

The Dinobot growled amused, "You need me, or do you need my spike more? Personally, I don't mind the answer. I'm happy to help your predicament either way. Oh, and I would keep silent if I were you unless you want an audience. There's someone coming."

True to his guess, a random mech walked into view and for the most part didn't see them but Grimlock hardly stopped his assault, thrusting hard to make a little noise but since the engines of the Ark weren't far away, it was easy to disguise their rut as the pistons of the engines pumping Energon through. How the mech was so oblivious to them was a miracle but Windblade was flushed from the combination of her arousal at almost getting caught and her heat increasing, soaking up all the fluid and pleasure Grimlock provided for her.

The Seeker then did something Grimlock didn't expect. She backed into him, restricting his ability to move and fully sheathed him inside her. She gave a hearty whine and looked back at him with sultry, fluttered optics. Relishing the immobile density of her split on his spike, she leaned up off the glass and made him kiss her.

Grimlock was all but happy to give the kiss back full force, massaging her abdomen. Since she seemed so inclined to prevent him from moving, he instead took initiative to grind against her aft to at least have some friction to work with. It turned out for the better as the stimulation heightened his pleasure.

Windblade couldn't keep silent as he hitched up one of her legs for a better angle. "G-Grimlock!"

"You want to play this game, then I'm just going to have to up the ante a bit," he groaned, baring his denta with a lustful smile.

Windblade matched his smile, holding his helm to linger over her shoulder. "Are Dinobots as long-lasting as they say?"

"Care to find out?"

At some point, the had damaged the window Windblade was leaning against during the remainder of their dance. But little did they know that the cargo bay had a camera inside and the halls had a camera pointed directly at said window.

On the small screen display on the bridge, Optimus and Ratchet both stared at it before exchanging looks. Ratchet shook his helm and turned the monitor off.

"The things that happen on this ship never cease to amaze me...I'll prepare the medbay for whatever excuse Windblade can come up with that explains valve tearing and dents on her chassis."

AN: Having sex in a populated ship isn't the wisest thing but makes for a good show. Grimlock, in any universe, comes off as a dominant top because he's a powerhouse and a very sufficient leader (in most cases).