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Victory Is So Sweet…For Some
Part the Second
By Elora Vashara
Optimus sighted down the range, deftly firing his guns in succession to shoot down the moving holo-targtets. He was aware of someone watching him, and when he'd finished the round he turned to see who it was. Starscream was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and hip thrust out. His gaze, which was normally quite focused, seemed a bit…less so, at the moment.
"Ah, Starscream, you came," he rumbled by way of greeting. This seemed to snap the seeker out of his daze, and he straightened before ambling a bit closer.
"Yes, I'm here. You asked for me, so I assume you need me to do something…?" Optimus grinned, and Starscream's optics lost a bit of their normal sharpness.
"Why would you assume that? What if I don't need you to do anything, and I just wanted to see you?" He shifted closer, observing that Starscream looked delectable even when he wasn't trying. Perhaps even more so, as his helm tilted back slightly so he could still meet Optimus' optics, his neck became more vulnerable to any future assault of the pleasurable nature and his full lips parted slightly, just begging to be kissed.
"Ah…that would be…nice? I don't…what were you saying?" Starscream valiantly tried to shake off his current Optimus-induced haze but was unsuccessful as a blue hand crept up to make a lazy sweep up the edge of one of his wings. Caught up in his sudden urge to kiss Optimus, he leaned forward on the tips of his pedes but was met with empty air and a strong arm gently encircling his waist from behind.
"Now, now," Optimus breathed into one audio, "don't want to rush things, eh?" he took advantage of his position by exploring both of Starscream's wings thoroughly with feather-light touches meant to drive the seeker to complete distraction. It was working, as evidenced by the throaty moan he received for his attentions.
"Mmm," he began, causing the seeker's intakes to hitch at the rich sound's proximity, "now that I think of it, there is something you could do for me…would you?" He punctuated his question by running the top of each wing between his thumb and forefinger in a quick sweep, casing Starscream's knees to nearly give out as the seeker gasped in pleasure.
"Ah…ah…a-anything, Optimus. Wha…what do you need?" He shuddered as the feather-light touches returned, forcing any coherent thought from his processor.
"Do you swear to do it, no matter what it is?" He paused in his ministrations, merely giving Starscream the opportunity to miss his touch.
"I swear! Just, ooooh, Primus…" Starscream moaned as the caresses began again with renewed vigor, waves of pleasure at the contact sweeping through him.
"Just a small favor," Optimus whispered, giving more attention to the spots that elicited particularly breathy gasps and deep moans. "Would you do weekly training with the Aerialbots, for me, Starscream?"
"Ah, ah…" Starscream hesitated in his reply, earning a quick stroke from Optimus' warm glossa up the edge of his wing, almost reaching to the point, but not quite. He nearly whimpered at the loss of the anticipated sensation.
"Please?" Optimus murmured, back by Starscream's audio once more. His fingers repeated the action his glossa had taken, reinforcing his point.
"I—yes, I will…aaahhh…" He shuddered as a warm mouth moved over the very tip of his wing, glossa stroking the sensitive metal. Then, just as suddenly as the contact had begun, it vanished, and Prime with it. All he was left with was the echo of Optimus' "Thanks!" as he strode off. Starscream backed up and leaned heavily against the cool metal wall, sliding down slowly, optics off.
Optimus was exceptionally cheerful for the rest of the day, and was even caught humming once or twice as he read over requests and reports. Starscream was found in that same position sometime later, occasionally muttering about how Primes weren't supposed to be that attractive, much less sneaky about their revenge. Ironhide, unsure of how to deal with a moody seeker, decided to forego his afternoon target practice, just to be on the safe side.
~Fin~
