Hearts Desire

Authors Note: Extreme warnings for this one! EXTREME! Optimus and Ironhide are getting very hot and heavy here! Pure sex and vivid imagery ahead! I DO NOT do torture, gore, or anything like that, but this is very much Transformers pr0n. Thank you for all the comments, favourites and alerts. As always, much appreciated. ;-) If you're after another good fic, Aozoran has written a wonderful fic for me starring Ultra Magnus getting romantic with Omega Supreme (for those of you who know Omega, yes, he is a huge battle/space station, but there is a special trick to this!) called 'Senses: Hearing: The DeafShall Hear'. I recommend it.

Chapter Four

Ironhide lifted his head. He could hear the rumble of the human Army vehicles that NEST used passing by the hangar. Human voices floated past his audios. It was what had brought him out of recharge – far too early, in his opinion. He was not good with mornings. Ratchet usually chased his aft off the berth on his way to the medbay at some stupid hour of the morning.

He looked around. Thin streams of sunlight were coming in through the crack under the berthroom door. Morning. His optics turned downwards to see the sleek femme form lying between him and Optimus on the recharge berth. The Femme Commander's small dark red form was being 'spooned' (Ironhide loved that term the organics used, it was just so right) by the huge mass of her sparkmate, Optimus Prime. She had her head resting on his forearm, both of her hands clutching at the warm metal of his arm, and she mewled softly when he moved against her in his recharge. Ironhide had never seen a couple that looked so right together. He was certain that if Primus did indeed exist, he had pulled strings and moved planets to get them coupled as sparkmates. Perhaps it was even some sort of payment to Optimus Prime for taking on the role of 'Prime' and Autobot Commander. A beautiful femme to call his own, a female that loved him back as much as he loved her.

The black mechs optics dimmed. Such thoughts brought the absence of his own sparkmate; Chromia; back to the front of his CPU. He clenched his jawplates. He was not going to give in to his depression. He would not. He couldn't. He desperately began playing back images and memories of the sensual pleasures Optimus and Elita had shared with him last night. It wasn't enough.

...the pain that flowed in and around his spark made him curl up on his side, optics flickering in distress.

"Ironhide?"

Frag it. He tried to un-curl himself and be relaxed. Tried to appear unaffected. He didn't want to be worried over.

"Ugh..." Clamping down his mouthplates to stop himself from emitting any more sounds, Ironhide shuddered and went still.

A large hand reached out and pressed itself to his shoulder, squeezing enough to let him know it was there. He could sense kind blue optics focused on him. "You should not have to suffer alone, my friend. We're here. Please, let us help."

"I'm not suffering..." Ironhide mumbled, not willing to lift his head. "M'okay."

He didn't move or look up when he felt Optimus move upon the berth. He got off it, seemed to walk somewhere. The berth creaked when his weight returned – and a large body reclined behind him and pressed itself to his back. One red and blue flamed arm reached over him and fitted a hand snuggly to the plates on his chest where his spark was.

"Optimus, you fragger, I don't need hugging," Ironhide protested gruffly.

"You do," that unmistakable Commanderish baritone rumbled in his audio up close, causing Ironhide to snort. If Optimus had possessed his unique voice like this when he was a sparkling, he must've been a riot to listen to. "Accept it for a little while. The ache will ease when your spark senses another so close. I believe mine is big enough to soothe it."

"I thought I'd seen and felt everything big that you possess last night," Ironhide grumbled.

"Not quite. I have one request to make," Optimus replied.

"Yeah, what is it?"

"...move in a little bit so my aftplates are not hanging off the berth?" Optimus spoke wryly. "I'm just clinging on here."

Ironhide chuckled and complied, shifting across to give his Commander more room. It put him closer to the quiet form of Elita One. She was still recharging peacefully, not seeming at all disturbed by the two mechs she was sharing the berth with moving and talking. Ironhide mused that being with a huge mech like Optimus, she was used to the noises and movements he made and tuned them out, otherwise she'd never get a decent recharge.

"You're lucky," Ironhide murmured into the silence after a while. Optimus was right. His spark was settling and humming to itself at his close presence. The pain was easing. "Elita is a wonderful female."

"I know," Optimus said simply in a hushed tone. "I never forget. I think of her a thousand times a day. She always makes my spark sing."

"Sappy bot..." Ironhide mumbled, dimming his optics.

"Hush. Recharge for another hour, you need it." There was a slight pause. "Come back here tonight. I quite enjoyed our time together."

"Really?"

Optimus reached a hand down Ironhide's midsection to tap one finger on his closed crotch plating, "Yes."

Optimus was right – wasn't he always? - his spark was settling. The only thing; or bot; that could fix him completely was Chromia, but Optimus was the next best thing. Ironhide lay quietly and drifted off into recharge with his spark peacefully humming behind his chestplates. He wasn't thrilled about Optimus holding him like a sparkling or a lover, but it would do. It had to.

When nightfall came and the base began winding down for the day, Ironhide made his way across the tarmac to Prime and Elita's hangar, stealthily avoiding direct-line-of-sight with the guards. When the entered the berth room, he found Elita already in residence. He stopped and stared at her.

"Evening 'Hide..." Elita purred, her optics brightening as her head lifted to stare him straight in the optics. She was sitting on the huge berth with her legs folded in front of her, wrists dangling her hands from her bent knees...

...and her groin armor missing and her port was exposed. The overhead lights glinted off the lubricant beginning to dribble out of it. She seemed very comfortable with appearing open and interface-ready in front of him.

Ironhide felt his spike begin to twitch and his interfacing programs were insisting on extending it. He told it to back down – for the moment. He nodded at her, his optics jumping from staring at her port to her face and back again. What was a mech to do when a femme willingly showed her intimate parts? The only way for her to be more eager would be for her to put her fingers in it and spread the lips open. "Elita. Optimus said -"

"That you're staying with us again tonight?" she said brightly, her optics travelling over his very male body, her gaze settling on his closed groin covering. "I know, he wanted you to and so do I. It's nice to have another partner occasionally, and Optimus is worried about the state of your spark."

"Hmmm." Ironhide walked closer to stand in front of her, his feet making softened thumps on the concrete floor. "My spark can take care of itself. Optimus doesn't need yet more worries on his processor." He wondered what Elita would do if he reached out a finger and slid it into her. He was already picturing himself climbing on top of her, inserting his spike, and going deep enough to bring their groins flush together. He'd come easily. His hand clenched into a fist. Easy, 'Hide, she's not yours, wait until the lugnut gets here.

The Femme Commander gave an extravagant sigh and lay down on her back, stretching languidly, her armor clinking and separating with her movements. Slowly, she pulled her knees up and casually spread her thighs open, watching his expression as she did so. Ironhide grunted. Riveted. Now that she was making her intentions clear – a femme did not spread her thighs like that in front of mech unless she WANTED a mech to insert himself and pump away like his life depended upon it – he didn't bother trying to not look at her weeping port.

Ironhide's groin armor opened and retracted. He parted his spread standing thighs to show himself off to her. His semi-hard spike extended out smoothly. Standing at the foot of the berth with Elita's gaze on the prize between his legs, he lifted one hand and closed his palm around himself, stroking sweetly. Thumbing the round head, squeezing, fondling, just enjoying the sensations. Elita was entranced at his boldness. If Optimus touched himself in front of her it was straightforward and business-like. A rhythmic stroking that rarely varied.

"Not willing to wait for Optimus?" Elita murmured, lifting an optic ridge at Ironhide's eagerness to get started.

Ironhide met her gaze squarely, "I'll wait... unwillingly." When his spike was fully hard and up in front of him, he began making thrusts of his hips into his hand, getting good coverage from the base to the leaking tip.

In one elegant movement, Elita rolled over onto her hands and knees, wriggling her aft and open port at him. "I don't think Optimus will be too upset if you want to do a warm-up interface."

"No, femme," Ironhide chuckled, playing steadily with himself, "lots of looking but no touching. Not until Prime gets here."

Elita pouted, then grinned at him, lying back down with her legs spread open for him as a tease. Defeated. "He better hurry up then, or I'll go get another willing mech to help me out."

"One shout-out from you and every mech on base – mech or man – will be panting at your feet."

The femme smiled openly at him, "Now that is a fantasy I might just take on, one day."

The familiar sound of Optimus Prime's heavy striding footsteps announced his arrival. Elita expected Ironhide to at least pause in handling his engorged spike, but he didn't. Mechs. The imposing Autobot Leader stalled in the berth doorway. Elita was eagerly splayed out in front of his Weapons Specialist with her port open and Ironhide was touching himself. Prime's optics darkened at the erotic scene. He walked past Ironhide, brushing the black mechs shoulder warmly with his own.

"Ironhide, you came."

Elita laughed, covering her mouthplates with her hands at her sparkmates double-sided words, "No, not yet! He was waiting for you."

"Oh!" Prime blinked his optic shutters, understanding. He gave Ironhide a respectful look, "Wise." With a sigh out of his air intakes, the big mech lowered himself onto the berth. He lay back and opened one arm out to let Elita snuggle in to his chestplates. Ironhide heard a distinctive click and looked down – Optimus had retracted his groin armor, allowing his long thick spike to reach out from its casing. He was getting ready for what they all knew was soon to come. Elita reached a hand down and grabbed it. Optimus moaned, twitching.

"You still willing to use the position you showed me before?" Ironhide asked her, hands on his hips, watching.

The femme smirked, "Yup." Spreading Optimus Prime's thick armor-clad thighs apart, she got between them on hands and knees, presenting herself aft first to the other mech. "Warm me up first?"

"Gladly.." Ironhide purred. He kneeled on the berth behind her. Using one hand to steady her hips, he used the other to reach between her thighs, touching her port. She jerked and groaned when he rubbed at her with two fingers. "Like that?"

"More!"

"Alright."

He stroked, plunged, pushed and wriggled with his fingers. Her body reacted to every little movement he made, instantly accepting his touch in her most private of places. Areas that only Optimus had been given access to for several thousand years. She really didn't NEED anyone other than her mate, their matings were nearly always incredible enough by themselves, Ironhide was an extra – and very well appreciated – bonus.

Optimus lay back and propped his head up on the upraised ridge at the top of the bed, watching Elita's reactions. He currently had her mouth closed around his erection and sucking gently, while Ironhide fiddled with her from behind. She would arch her back occasionally and pull her mouth off his spike, leaving his excited male length vertical while she vocalised her pleasure at another mechs hands. He could see Ironhide's arm disappearing underneath her, his hand rummaging around in her nether regions.

"Oh yeah, that's it..." Ironhide roughly crooned when a gush of lubricant came from Elita's opening, coating his hand. Removing his fingers, he sat back on his heels, pulling hard at his spike, enjoying the view of her port ready and open for him. "You have no idea how good you look, femme."

Elita mumbled a response he couldn't make out. She had Prime's erect spike in her mouth and was sucking on it, running her glossa around the head.

"A little bit more, I think," Ironhide grunted, assessing her, returning his hand between her legs. He sat forward again. Putting his other hand on her back, he worked his fingers into her interface. It didn't take long for her interior walls to start happily squeezing around his probing digits, wanting something bigger inside. When she began to whine and pump her hips back at him, he soothed her. "No, no, femme, we're just getting started. Draw it out a little."

"I didn't think you had the patience for that, Ironhide," Optimus drawled around the pleasurable sensations of his sparkmate sucking him off. What part of his overly long spike she couldn't reach with her mouth he rubbed at with his fingers, careful not to upset her rhythm or get in her way. He put his hands on the back of her head, guiding her, humping in small thrusts. He was extremely careful not to let her take him in too far. It wouldn't be nice to choke her with his size.

Elita whined and grimaced when Ironhide shook his head and once again removed his hand. She knew she was approaching the point of no return very quickly, but she couldn't help herself.

"Sorry, 'Lita, you're too close to overload. Just calm down." Leaving her port alone, he concentrated on touching other parts of her body. Rubbing his hands over her hips, massaging her back, sliding his palm up and down her legs. Elita yelped and squeezed her thighs together.

"Keep'em apart 'Lita," Ironhide pushed his knee between her thighs and spread them. "Stay open for me, I want to see you."

She started urgently humping his intruding knee instead.

"FEMME! Stop that! You'll overload!" Ironhide said with frustration. To steady her, he pulled her restless hips back against his groin with his spike pressed into her aft so it was sticking up like a flagpole over her back. He dry humped her. "Calm down, calm down. Frag it, you really want spike, don't you?"

"Let her go, Ironhide, if she wants it that badly," Optimus advised breathlessly. "It'll be the first of many from us." He was clenching his hands into fists by his sides, ready to shoot off himself but holding it back - just.

Mouthing off a curse, the black mech used his hand to line himself up with Elita's weeping port, and thrust inside. "Come for me, 'Lita, let it happen," he soothed her, circling his hips with each thrust of his mech interface into her femme port.

Elita yanked her mouth off of Optimus, gasping. Her optics were wide and bright. Ironhide was forcing shunts of air out of her throat with each delve inside of her. Prime recognised she was on the brink of overloading when her right optic squinted and flickered. She always did that right before she got off. Loud pants of 'Ugh, Primus!' came from her and she immediately overloaded on Ironhide's erection inside of her.

Optimus murmured to her and stroked her cheek, watching her body shudder and twitch. When her head dropped and she groaned, he squeezed her shoulder, "Good femme... well done..." He looked up at Ironhide, "Are you going to overload?"

"I don't have to, but I could," the other mech replied through a gritted jaw, slowing down his thrusting.

"Back off for a moment," Optimus instructed, clambering to his knees with his heavy erect spike waving in front of his lower abdomen.

Ironhide steeled himself and pulled his hips backwards to remove his wet spike, withdrawing from the panting femme, giving Optimus room. Crouching to the side, he watched Optimus position himself on his knees behind Elita. The red and blue mech held his spike tightly, squeezing and rubbing himself, then with a soft curse and long groan, he held the very tip of his bulging spike at the entrance to Elita's wet used port and allowed his overload to come forth. Several strong spurts of transfluid covered Elita's port entrance while Optimus harshly grunted, keeping himself steady and on target. He was overloading himself over the sight of his femmes relaxed post-overload, port.

"You better move, because I can't hold back much longer," Ironhide whispered harshly, wanting him to hurry up. He was holding his spike with both hands. The sight of his colorfully flamed Commander bringing himself off to coat Elita between her legs was a thrill.

"Done..." Optimus murmured, relaxing, rubbing a hand in thanks over Elita's aft. His spike was coming down to hang in semi-hardness between his thighs. He got out of Ironhide's way.

Ironhide took mere seconds to get in behind, aim, and dive deeply into the recovering femme, pushing past the transfluid ejaculate that Optimus had covered her port with.

"Frag it!" Ironhide cursed, keeping himself deep inside Elita. His overload was sharp and quick. His thighs trembled while he rocked back and forth, holding Elita into the curve of his groin as he shunted his hips back and forth. He lifted Elita's knees off the berth with his final thrusts, then stayed inside her, recovering.

Optimus stretched himself out on his side alongside his mate. With gentle hands, he guided her mouthplates to his own, and kissed her warmly. He'd pull back, murmur an endearment, stroke her cheekplates with his thumb, then go in for another deep kiss. Elita nuzzled back at him between the lip-locking. When she felt Ironhide retract himself from her port, she sank down to lie next to him. He kept speaking intimately to her. Touching and praising her.

Not seeing any need to rush, Ironhide relaxed down onto his heels at the end of the berth. The night wasn't over. He wanted to try certain things with Optimus that hopefully would give Elita a few more overloads yet...