Ventor hated everything; the war, the Autobots, the Decepticons, the Nemesis, and life itself. Megatron's army tortured all mentally and physically. He was beaten, broken, and repaired with little regard. Full of anger and resentment, he made everyone's lives miserable in his own misery...that was until he encountered Optimus Prime.
The mech in question found him stuck in an underground lagoon. He had tried to claw his way out with no success. He was trapped like a goldfish in a bowl. He scattered to the other side growling though he collapsed in the water and he crawled the remaining distance.
"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," Optimus said with a foreign tone, a much gentler one than Ventor was used to.
When the Prime got too close, he swiped his claws at the mech. Optimus peered down at his arm as a few scratches were present but still pushed forward.
"Get away from me!"
"You're not injured, are you? I just want to help-"
"You won't. You Autobots are no different from us Decepticons. You'll do something to me, just like they do to their own soldiers. We're nothing but cannon fodder to you normal bots!"
Optimus seemed quite disturbed upon learning that information and Ventor couldn't stop him from grabbing him. But, to the Vehicon's shock, he wasn't thrown or hit or even taunted in his current state. He froze when Optimus held him up and close to his lower chest in almost a hug. Ventor naturally remained defensive and despite being nearly incapacitated by the grip, he still moved his claws against Prime's abdomen hoping it would force him to release him.
He felt Optimus' chest rumble as he spoke, "I am sorry you had to go through with that. I would not dare to harm you, especially when you are not capable of defending yourself."
Ventor wanted to scoff at that lie but being close to the Prime, feeling the warmth of his frame and noticing the servo caressing his back made him immobile, unable to figure out what to do. He had never felt safe in any way across his lifespan as a mere soldier but in this one moment, he was safe, and it freaked him out. His claws tapped the abdomen of the mech, a natural tic wanting to hurt to survive yet he was refraining from doing so.
The feeling was suddenly pulled from him as Optimus stood back to give the mech some space. "I will contact my team to send a ground bridge to transport you out."
Ventor was taken aback by seeing the Prime start to leave. He wanted more of whatever that was. He didn't want Optimus to abandon him; he was comfortable, dammit! What provoked him to jump the Prime, he couldn't nail it in one word. Desire, safety, comfort? All he knew was when they landed with Prime on his back in the water, Ventor sat on top of him and refused to budge.
"What did you do to me, you bastard?!" He yelled. "You make me think I'm safe when I'm not! You are trying to hurt me! Do it again or I'll tear you apart!"
Optimus instantly figured out the problem; he was no stranger to the attitude. Slowly, he smiled nicely and stroked the back of the Vehicon on him. Ventor tensed but the motions started to soothe him after a minute. He eventually melted to lay upon the Prime like a cautious cat, still on edge but content...happier than he was previously. He stared down at Optimus unsure of what to make of it all. How can the Autobots be nicer? How could his mortal enemy be safe to be around?
Something inside Ventor was warming; he couldn't tell where, but the stroking of his backside accidentally dipped once across his aft when he shifted in the larger mech's hold mid-movement. He tensed again. It felt...good too, slightly better.
"Do that again," he demanded.
Optimus seemed patient enough though the mech was hesitant to move his servo over the Vehicon's aft like he was afraid Ventor would snap at him. Ventor simply kneaded the edges of his chest with his claws instinctively to try and coax him to do it. Prime obeyed and watched as the Vehicon shivered and pressed closer.
Ventor rumbled when heat began building near his unused valve as the Prime's digits ran down his lower spine and curved his aft. He had never experienced this in the care of others and he craved more of it. He almost purred upon Optimus using his other servo to rub his thumb against his thigh. So, this was care? This was desire, safety, comfort?
His aft was given a bit more treatment and he slowly started to encourage it by sliding the panel hiding his valve against Optimus' abdomen, holding himself up with the same claws that once tried to strike his newfound lover. With a click, he revealed his valve but didn't stop his movements nor did Optimus. He moaned when immediate stimulation occurred at his valve upon it being rubbed against all the armor ridges of the Autobot. It felt good; it felt safe.
Optimus never forced him to move faster, never once showed any impatience as he relished the pleasure. How could someone so powerful be so assuring? Ventor felt a little guilty when he overloaded, his chassis not able to handle the onset of such pleasure. He realized what he had done and started to move away from the mech as soon as he could, afraid that he had overstepped his boundaries. But he stopped and relaxed when Optimus merely smiled, stroking his chest then his faceplate which he all but leaned into.
"You are doing excellent, perfect. Please continue if you wish to. With your permission, I think I can help you."
Ventor slowly crawled back to his original position and perched on his front on Prime's chest, letting the bot stroke his side to calm him. He finally said, "Alright then, no tricks?"
Optimus shook his head, "No tricks. If you feel uncomfortable, if you don't like this, let me know and I will stop."
Optimus let him see his servo to assure him and had him watch as he moved it to his aft. One digit began rubbing his valve gently and he was entranced. Ventor made a small noise of pleasure and looked at Optimus who waited for his approval. When he nodded with a weak "please," the first one ever, Optimus then eased a digit into his entrance. His body quivered and he clutched the Prime's chest as the movement was careful yet desirable.
"Could you...could you go a bit faster, Auto-uh-Optimus?"
"If that is what you wish."
The digit sped up, pumping in and out of the tight valve. Ventor bucked when a small cluster of nodes was hit. He reached back to grab the invading servo and urged a second digit in. Panting, the Vehicon's body rocked against Optimus' to chase a nearby overload he desperately wanted. He was in heaven, never wanting to leave the Autobot's warmth for anything. The second overload hit, and he rubbed his faceplate into a divot in the chest armor seeking comfort in the hum of the Autobot's spark.
"I-I know this is wrong but-"
Optimus waved off the concern. "You need someone, and you want to explore feelings you never had the chance to figure out. This is about you. I am not opposed to anything you need. I will be here for you. Although, I assume you won't want to go into the more complex areas of this and stick at a more comforting pace so I won't do-"
"I want to! You have no idea what it's like, not knowing what anything is except pain and suddenly feeling something new. I don't want it to stop. I-I need more. I want to experience as much as I can. It's my only chance..." Ventor said disheartened.
Optimus found himself unable to deny Ventor the next step and opened his spike which the Vehicon looked back at. "Are you sure?"
Staring at the member and upon Optimus removing his digits, Ventor nodded, "I want it."
The Prime obliged and pet the Vehicon to reassure him as he guided the smaller mech to his spike. Entering with utmost caution, Optimus closed his optics upon his spike being suffocated by such a delicate valve. Ventor was no better. He moaned loudly as he took in half of it before stopping. He started a steady pace with just that. The Autobot held no complaints at all.
Seeing Optimus pleased, Ventor was charmed by the mech's expression and reached to touch Optimus' cheek curiously. The Prime chuckled and massaged his hips in return. The more Ventor remained on the spike, the more accustomed he became and started to take more of it in. But he refused to go faster than he was comfortable, enjoying the sensations with the slow pacing which Optimus favored as well.
The Vehicon didn't take long to fall to the pleasure, and Optimus watched him to make sure he was okay. Ventor breathed heavily before softly saying, "I think...I'm good. But you didn't..."
"It's fine," Optimus answered. "Your comfort is more important than mine. Besides, I can finish off myself."
The Prime let him remove himself and slip down to sit in the lukewarm water of the lagoon. As Ventor stayed next to the Prime, Optimus sat up and stroked himself to relieve the pressure of his hardened spike. Ventor watched with aroused interest the gesture as Optimus released into the water with a groan. Once the larger mech was done, Vector leaned against his thigh.
"You will come back, right? I want to feel this again, all of it. I need it." He didn't want to sound so greedy, but it was all he knew. He wanted to feel safe always.
Optimus knew this too and said, "I promise I will. You can contact me any time and I will be there."
It warmed Ventor's cold spark to know that he had finally found someone he could trust, could share feelings with, and who would care about him. He finally found peace.
AN: Optimus would treat Vehicons who were abused better than any other bot and this is kind of based on a personally known story of someone I knew who didn't know anything about love or consent so this is dedicated to them. And yes, some people do seek pleasure as a way of comfort and some people do dive immediately into stronger types of intimacy because they want to know more, desire more of what makes them feel good. Finding the right partner though who will help is sometimes tricky.
