Chapter 21: I'm Good

(good and bad feels ahead)

It had been a week, and the Autobots still could not stop giggling over the whole "dildo slap" encounter. Optimus had an embarrassed look on his face all week, but even he had smiled a few times when his men had started giggling out of nowhere.

The kids were, obviously, kept in the dark about the whole thing. It didn't make them any less curious, especially since even Ratchet and Optimus were smiling, the latter who had kept his emotions still contained around them. He was still fairly stoic when it came to the humans, especially one Agent Fowler. Optimus tried to keep himself in check even around his team when he could, he was still their leader after all and it wouldn't do good to get all, as Corvin called it, "Hunky-dory" around them. Altho, he had let himself become considerably less tense and a bit more open than before, which his team seemed thankful for.

Currently, he was in his quarters, attending to some data pads that needed signing. He was always careful when Agent Fowler gave him new paperwork to fill out. One time the Agent's superiors had snuck in some fine print concerning Cybertronian weaponry that they had tried to sneak in under the radar. They hadn't known that Optimus was previously a data filer, and went through every data pad with a fine-toothed comb.

Corvin was in the room as well. She currently sat on the floor, leaning against his legs and drawing on her data pad with a stylus. She hummed while she worked, a song that Optimus didn't recognize. She had allowed some of her helm armor to be removed, letting the bushel of fine wires to fall out and drape around her neck and shoulders.

Optimus was born without the helm wires, they were far more genetically common in femmes than mechs and Optimus wasn't one of the few mechs to have it. It did somewhat interested him, and made him wonder when the first bot was sparked with it.

Optimus ran his digits lightly through the wires on Corvin's helm, drawing a soft purr from her. They were very fine wires, and Optimus had the habit of running them through his digits whenever she had them out.

"Hnn, that feels nice" Corvin sighed out, her optics closing and her helm leaning into his servo. This brought a small smile to his face.

He… didn't know why he let Corvin affect him this way. Really it wasn't becoming of a Prime to fool around with one of his men. But he couldn't help it anymore.

He was..

Attached.

Optimus let out a soft sigh. Really, if the High Council back on Cybertron could see him now, they'd revoke his title. Not that it would really do anything now, ever since he received the Matrix of Leadership, his title was out of their servos. Now that Optimus thought about it, most of the council was offline now or a Decepticon. Strange how things work. But speaking of his Matrix, he hadn't received any negative feelings from the very slight bond he held with Primus through it. Normally when making a big decision, he could feel the impression of Primus's base feelings towards it; namely Disapproval and Approval. He had only felt it a handful of times, more near the beginning of the war when Cybertron was more healthy (more along the lines of alive at this point) than it is now.

But Optimus wasn't feeling anything from Primus. He wondered that if Primus's spark was more healthy, what would he think of his disciple now? Optimus knew he was no saint by any means, but… he really had tried his hardest throughout the war, gave every bit of himself to the cause that was possible and fought till his his last ounce of strength gave way. But looking back, Optimus really couldn't help but to dwell on what he hadn't done right. The failures and bad decisions, how many lives had been lost because of him and his inability to do what needed to be done.

"You're doing it again." a voice cut through his thoughts. Optimus blinked and looked down at Corvin, who was looking up at him with calm optics.

"Excuse me?" he asked, his helm tilting to the side just a bit.

"Over Thinking," she said, turning around so she was on her knees, her chin resting on his thigh as she looked up at him. "You get this look whenever you think about the past too long, Optimus. And I don't think you were imagining a Golden Age scenario either." The Prime sighed.

"I'm afraid not, Corvin." he said simply. He didn't wish to discuss it at the moment, and Corvin seemed to pick up on that. She stood up and slid into his lap, straddling his legs and cuddling close.

"That's alright," she said softly against his chassis, her servos rubbing small circles into his side armor. Whether she was talking about his thoughts or that he didn't want to talk, he didn't know.

She just sat there with him, letting him think and draw whatever comfort he needed from her as the hour ticked by. By then end of it, Optimus felt oddly… refreshed. He was thankful that Corvin had not pried, that she had just sat with him until he thought out what was on his mind. He gave a small nudge to her shoulder and she sat up, looking up at him with the same look that she always had.

"You good?" she asked, and he nodded.

"I'm good. Thank you, Corvin. For staying with me." he said softly. She gave him a grin.

"I doubt Unicron himself could make me leave, Optimus. You're much too good in the berth," she joked, earning a light tug on one of her fin-like audio receptors from Optimus. She laughed and stood up from his lap so he could stand as well.

A notification from Ratchet popped up on his HUD and he opened it, seeing it was a message requesting him to the Main room and a few other things.

Apparently, MECH had captured June Darby, Jack's carrier. They had gotten out alive, but now Jack and Arcee were bringing June to base.

"We must head to the main room," Optimus said to Corvin, making her look at him curiously. "Jack's carrier had a run in with Airachnid, Arcee is bringing the humans to base." Corvin made an "ah" sound and waved for him to lead the way.

The made it to the main room just as June and Jack rode into base. June's face was filled with awe, which seemed to turn into baffled astonishment at the sight of Optimus.

"Mom, meet my science fiction club," Jack said, gesturing to all of the bots. June gave a timid smile and waved at them all.

After a few hours of telling June the lay out of everything, the humans went home for the night.

"Well, that was interesting," Corvin said, walking with Bee and Arcee out of the main room.

"I thought June was going to have a barbeque with how much she was grilling us," Arcee commented, Bee beeping in agreement. Corvin let out a huffing laugh.

"She's a carrier, honestly I expected her to ground Jack from the base for a few months." Corvin said with an amused flick of her wings. Arcee nodded,

"I've been to Jack's house, I've seen her in action." she said, "Seems there is something all races can agree on, carriers are scary." the three laughed. Bee and Arcee bid Corvin goodnight and went to their rooms. But Corvin felt ansy, her wings twitched and ached to feel wind beneath them.

A little late night flight wouldn't hurt, right? She thought to herself, doing a 180 and heading back to the main room. Ratchet was there (as always) working on something or another.

"Hey, Ratchet. I'm feeling a bit too riled up, I think i'm going to have a flight." she said to Ratchet's back as he hunched over a table working on the doohickey. He waved a servo in her direction.

"Yes, yes, just be back in a few hours." he said offhandedly with a mumble. Corvin smiled at his back, finding it cute just how engrossed he got into his work. She set the bridge for a random location over a human-vacant forest somewhere in the northern hemisphere and pulled the switch. The ground bridge opened up in a brilliant flash of greenish blue and Corvin raced through.

The night was chilly and the sounds of the cicadas soothed Corvin's audios. The trees were all taller than her, standing so tall, even Optimus couldn't reach the top if he jumped. Stars dotted the sky that poked through the branches of the canopy, and a bright, crescent moon lit up the forest in a way that enchanted Corvin.

She hummed, walking forward through the trees, admiring the colors and textures of the world around her. Her servos traces along the trunks of trees lightly, her peds stepping through the undergrowth quietly so she wouldn't disturb the songs of the night.

She reached a small opening in the branches where a boulder sat in the grass, forbidding trees to grow within it's realm. Corvin looked up to the stars, her more sensitive optics picking up more stars than she ever could as an organic.

Corvin didn't miss being human. She really didn't. She was happy now, more than she ever had been before. She never wanted this dream to end, ever.

Her optics closed and Corvin let out a loud sigh, every ounce of tension leaving her frame.

This was her home now, she belonged here. With the Autobots, with Optimus. She belonged here.

A smile formed on her face and her optics opened as she smiled happily to the stars. She jumped and transformed, shooting into the air with a purr of her engines. She did loops and corkscrews in the night sky, the cool air keeping her engines from overheating as she pushed herself to the limit.

That is how she spent two hours, flying around at neck-breaking speeds, performing sharp turns in the sky and diving and looping around in glee. The skys were free, and the wind against her frame was exhilarating. She let out a loud, happy laugh, one that shook her entire frame as she shot up and up and up into the sky.

Corvin transformed into her bot form right as she reached the very edge of Earth's atmosphere, and there she floated. She held her helm against her arms as she stared at the stars, wondering if she'd be able to go out there one day and see those other worlds for herself. She turned a bit, looking down at the Earth. It certainly was beautiful from here, all blue and green along the edges where the sun still touched it's surface and dark where it didn't. Cities twinkled like their own little stars in the darkness, making her smile.

After a while, Corvin came back down to Earth. She landed in a little field close to where she had bridged in and sat down in the tall grass. She leaned back, laying down and spreading out, her frame warm and buzzing from her exhilarating flight. The smile was still brightly on her face as she hummed a song while she star gazed.

She was so caught up in her own world that she didn't notice when the cicadas had stopped singing. Or when the undergrowth shuddered. Or even when a pair of red optics stared through the darkness of the forest.

No, Corvin was blissfully unaware. Until a pair of large, sharp servos snatched her up from the ground.

Corvin gave a startled yell as she felt sharp claws clasp at her waist and wrists. Her legs kicked against her captor fiercely, until they let out a deep, angry growl that had her body locking into place.

"Stop. Moving." the nameless mech demanded in a harsh whisper into her right audio, his grip on her tightening until it was painful, drawing a pitiful whine from Corvin. He was standing where she had been at now, and quickly maneuvered the struggling femme into place in his arms, one strange servo gripping hers and pinning them to her chassis so the other was now free. She could feel a strange texture under her wings, one that wasn't like any metal she had ever felt before.

"W-what do you want?" Corvin stuttered. Fear had it's cold hands wrapped around her spine, and she forced herself not to shiver. She was freaking out now, she didn't know who was at her back. But she could feel the darkness around him, and the press of something she couldn't place around her spark and processor.

"That remains to be seen, femme." he hissed in her audio again, and she bit back a whine. Her peds dangled, feet above the ground as she was pinned to the much larger mech's chassis. His very presence pushed fear into Corvin, and she couldn't figure out why that was. Why her frame instantly locked up at his contact and refused to obey her raging mind.

Corvin tried pinging her comm link, only to find out it was dead. Her breathing stalled; the Autobots couldn't help her, they wouldn't even know until it was too late what was happening to her. This thought made Corvin's breathing pick back up, but now it was heavy and jagged with her fear.

Corvin's mind raced as the mech observed her frame, looking her over like a judge in a contest would. She had to get away, far away from this mech. She had some training in fighting now, yes, but nowhere near the level needed to take on this size of a mech and see another day. Her best chance at survival was cutting and running as fast as her legs could carry her. She cursed to herself, how could she get out of this titan's vise-like grip?

His arm was larger than four of hers put together, and his chassis was broad enough that her wings went from edge to edge. He was also much, much taller than her. She came up to Optimus's chin, and now she came up to this strange mech's abdomen.

Corvin jerked, a startled sound coming from her as the mech's free servo came up to brush along the expanse of her right wing. He chuckled, the dark sound rumbling his chassis and making her wings vibrate.

"So curious," he rumbled, "how three femmes came to me so suddenly. Each so different than the other. Insects in comparison, but I must say you've captured my attention," he purred then, deeply. His glossa poked out to lick along her cheek, leaving a trail of oral fluids to chill in the night air. Corvin flinched away from his touch, feeling like acid burned her protoform. He was taunting her, she knew it, purposefully making her uncomfortable for his amusement. But he wasn't done talking.

"I didn't see why you were special, Corvin." the dark voice crooned lowly, "But here now, with you squirming in my arms, I think I can see why my brother's disciple favors you." he pushed his helm into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. "I can smell him on you." he hissed, his sharp teeth grazed her neck cables, making her choke on her whine of fear to have such a deadly mech able to reach such a vulnerable spot.

Corvin was frozen at his words. His brother's disciple? Favoring her? Who favored her?

The fear made Corvin's processor run slower than normal, but things seemed to click in place for her.

"U-unicron?" she squeaked out, earning a sinister chuckle next to her audio.

"Finally got that, insect?" he said in a patronizing way. Corvin now understood why she felt so uncomfortable and fearful off the bat with this mech. He was the embodiment of destruction and evil for Cybertronians. It was only natural that her Cybertronian self would be absolutely strutless in the presence of this evil mech.

"Please… please let me go" she begged quietly, causing the mech to chuckle more. God, this was different than anything Corvin would have thought, nothing could have prepared her for this. Even if she had all the training offered, if she was as good as Optimus in fighting, she'd still be right here, frozen with fear of this overpowering mech. Even his field was overpowering, she could taste the ozone around him and electromagnetic field that pushed and prodded harshly at her own. She tried to pull her field close to herself, but no matter how close it was to her armor, his bared down on her from all sides.

He was the fucking planet itself, how the hell was she supposed to get away from him?

"Don't deny the darkness inside of you, Corvin. I was born of Darkness, I know when I feel it." he said, causing a jump in her spark pulse.

"I... I don't know what you mean," she whispered horsely, confused by his words.

"I think," he purred in her audio, his servo trailing along her side to grip hard at her hip until it dented, drawing a pained hiss from her. "That you know exactly what I mean." His servo came around to cup around her interface panel, the palm of his servo grinding down harshly, making her squirm and her panicked spark give a sharp stab of blinding fear.

"No no no no," she chanted horsley, barely able to speak past her fearful hyperventilating.

"I can feel your need, Corvin. The desire to be completely overtaken, dominated and used," he chuckled again at her thrashing, "you need direction, someone to take control of you and keep you under their thumb. You crave someone to give yourself entirely to, Corvin."

She denied his accusations loudly, her fear mixing with her anger.

"I wonder," he growled into her audio, ignoring her yelling "if you'd give yourself all to me, Corvin. I'd give you all that you'd desired." his poisonous words filtered through her audios, the sound so tantalizing and addictive. She tried to refuse, refuse what he claimed of her and of what she needed. But she couldn't deny the appeal in her spark at his words. "Your needs will be met, my dear. You only have to kill the Prime."

"NEVER!" She yelled instantly, thrashing hard in his hold. This earned a harsh tug on her wing that almost ripped it from it's socket. Corvin bit back a loud scream of pain at that.

"Be still" he hissed, "this is your only warning, my dear. You will respect me and heed my orders." his seductive tone was lost to his menacing words. Corvin's venting was harsh and her spark was hammering in her chassis hard enough to touch the sides of her chamber. She didn't reply to his order, drawing a grin that she could feel against the side of her helm.

"You will learn, Corvin." he said, much more pleasant than before. "That I always get what I want." it was then that he bit hard into her neck, the cables popping under his teeth and her energon dripping down his jaw as he bit with no mercy. The servo down at her interface ripped at the metal.

Covin let out a scream of agony,

Then woke up.

Corvin sat up, gasping for breath. She looked around frantically for any sign of the decepticon leader, and found none, not even an impression in the grass. She panted heavily, gasping in cool air to calm her overworking spark. The songs of the cicadas hummed in her audios, undisturbed by her frantic breaths. She could still feel ghostly servos on her frame, sharp teeth on her neck, and a hard frame at her back.

Corvin held her servos to either side of her helm, leaning down against her knees as she tried to calm down. But she couldn't, everything around her blurred as she breathed heavily, her spark still beating too hard in her chassis, causing sharp stabs of pain. She felt too hot now, like every part of her was burning. Her vision started to have spots in it, and she felt lightheaded.

She didn't notice the flash of green off to the side of the clearing or the frantic running of small peds towards her.

She jerked hard when two smaller servos gripped her upper arms.

"Corvin! Corvin look at me," a voice said and Corvin looked up to see Vela hovering over her with worry all over her face. "Concentrate on me Corvin, listen to my voice. Concentrate on your breathing, Corvin." Vela chanted to her.

It took a few minutes for Corvin to calm down, grounding herself on Vela, running her servos over her frame to make sure that she was really here and that she wasn't trapped in some dream.

"What happened, Corvin?" Vela asked softly after Corvin calmed down enough to speak. Corvin was resting her helm against Vela's chassis, who was petting her helm and the back of her neck to keep her calm.

"T-this dream I h-had." Corvin stuttered, her voice still thick with emotion. "It j-just really freaked me out." it felt like hard rock was in the back of Corvin's mouth and that she was trying to talk around it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Vela asked, and Corvin shook her helm 'no'. "That's ok, Corvin."

"P-please, don't tell anyone else." Corvin asked of Vela, "I don't want…" Corvin didn't know how to finish her sentence. There were a lot of reasons she didn't want the others to know of this: she didn't want to be asked what the dream was about, she didn't want to seem helpless or weak to the others, and she didn't want to be coddled for something that the others probably dealt with every night.

Vela nodded, understanding what Corvin meant.

"Alright, I won't mention it." Vela then stood up, "We should go back to base, however. It's late and you need some proper recharge." Corvin nodded and stood on shaky legs. The ground bridge opened back up and Corvin could feel her legs stop shaking as she walked, strength going back into her frame. Vela stopped her right before they went back into the base.

"You good?" she asked Corvin.

"Yeah, I'm good."

(AN: UUUHHHGGG it's done q.q i was stumped on this one guys, writer's block man q.q feel free to leave little plot bunnies for me X3

So in this chapter Corvin had a panic attack, and that is really no laughing matter, so if you have or know someone who had or has a panic attack, please find out the correct why of calming, it helps if you find something to ground yourself with, something you can feel/hear/see. The symptoms of a panic attack can differ from what Corvin experienced.

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Smokescreen14: lol! Im glad you enjoyed it :D

Moonlightdeer: oppsy X3 the dildo slap was too hard~ (badum tss)

Goddess Nefertari 19: Glad to be back X3 Slow and steady wins the race :D

Anonymous: Heck yeah XD I can just see June and Fowler just O-O at Prime while he looks like he'd rather be face down in the dirt fighting Megatron XD It would also bring up so many questions the Autobots don't want to answer XD

Guest: yes, there will be another chapter for this story

Katie Gibbs: Nope! XD He really wont, It's just too hilarious XD Megatron getting slapped in the face with a big blue dildo, it's going down in history

Char: Why thank you :D :D and dont you mean 'sinful' mind~ *evil laughter* Glad you enjoy my story so much :D

MidnightDragon0213: You can have it ;3 im sure the Prime wont mind~ so happy i made you all laugh :D :D (platoon meaning you're in the army, right? :3 )

Thank you all for the glorious responce to my last sinful chapter! MORE SIN SHALL CUM (lol X3)

Till all are one! *chucks a giant blue dildo into the sunset*