Crack in the Pavement
Chapter 14
The chapter you have all been waiting for... I hope.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers; I'm just prostituting it for my amusement.
Summary: Megatron uses Ironhide to get his revenge on Prime. Multiple minor side pairings, see list in fic.
Warning: Graphic rape. Torture. M/M robot slash consensual as well as NON-CON
Pairings: Non-con Megatron/ Ironhide, Con Optimus/ Ironhide. Established Jazz/ Prowl, Twins/ Ratchet, Mirage/ Cliffjumper
The Autobots couldn't employ their normal subterfuge to undermine the mountain base. Even if Optimus was willing to hazard sending Mirage in, he alone could not carry the amount of explosives necessary to destroy the base. There also was the question of whether or not they could even risk exploding the base. Mt Blackhorn was part of a mountain chain and the home of multiple small villages that served as vacation destinations for outdoors enthusiasts from all over the world. They couldn't very well drop the peak of the mountain on them. Wheeljack came up with the solution.
"I've been working on a device to stabilize the damaged sectors," Wheeljack explained. "To fuse the rocks and stop the cave-ins."
"Have you got it working?" Prowl asked.
"I just tested it on some loose rocks in the desert," Wheeljack replied. "And it worked perfectly. I'd like to run some more tests and recalibrate it as necessary."
"Do it," Optimus ordered. "Now it is a matter of getting the explosives into the compound."
"I don't see how we can avoid sending Mirage in," Prowl said. The plan forming in his mind made energon curdle in his stomach. "If we want to get that much in the way of explosives into the base we'll need to use each of our spies. Mirage, Hound, Bumblebee and Jazz."
"We'll get in," Jazz said. He knew the dangers of such a mission, and he knew why Prowl sounded pained suggesting it. "Just give us an opening."
"We'll launch a full on frontal assault," Prowl said, he looked to Optimus for his approval.
"At night," Optimus said. "The Decepticons will be sluggish, and less likely to notice the ruse."
"Give me a day to put the finishing touches on my machine," Wheeljack asked.
"How long does it take for the machine to work?" Prowl asked. "Is it instant, or does it take time to activate."
"It takes close to a minute to charge before it activates," Wheeljack said.
"So there is still a matter of rocks falling while it charges," Prowl said with a frown. "The peak is closed to the public, the terrain is too treacherous. The resorts and houses are far enough down the mountain that the avalanche of snow we will trigger will not reach them. But falling rocks could trigger avalanches lower and lower on the mountain."
"We'll need to speak to the humans and clear the slopes," Jazz said. "But Prowl is right about the rocks."
"Trailbreaker," Optimus said. "He could create a force field around the rocks until the machine is ready."
"I haven't had my optics on him for the last while," Ratchet said. "So he's probably been shorting his rations."
"I'll give him a heads up," Jazz said. "So he'll have a day at least to bulk up."
"It'll have to be enough," Optimus said. "Every day we leave the Decepticons there is another day humans are dying in those mountains and we are all in additional danger."
Ironhide paced in his quarters. He knew Optimus was in an Officers meeting and he hated the thought that he wasn't with him. Why wasn't he there anyways? Doing his job was part of his life and Ironhide couldn't understand how being kept from his job would help him get back to his life? Optimus was protecting him from what they were talking about, the Decepticons, obviously. Slag it. The War hadn't stopped just because Megatron had raped him, of course they were still fighting the Decepticons. That was something Ironhide had accepted immediately. Actually, it was something that helped him quite a bit. He wanted to fight them, to thwart them, that was normal. Being kept out of the loop made him feel caged.
Enough was enough. Ironhide felt as if the walls of his quarters were closing in on him. He couldn't stand it. Swearing at Optimus for keeping him away from the meeting, Ironhide lumbered down the hall and made his way to the common room. He didn't even notice the TV playing or the chatter of the many 'Bots lounging in the room. Ironhide found a cube and filled it at the energon dispenser before taking a seat at one of the many tables dotting the room. A few 'Bots waved to him, but didn't try to join him. This was normal; Ironhide waved back. As a rule, most 'Bots kept to their groups, their friends, and most respected the chain of command and didn't fraternize much with the officers.
Cliffjumper and Mirage entered the room when Ironhide was about half done his cube. The minibots Gears and Brawn waved Cliffjumper over while Mirage got their cubes. Ironhide saw the looks they gave Mirage when Cliffjumper looked away from them, and he saw Mirage tense and vent. He must have seen the looks too. That hadn't changed. Well it had, in a way, but in the last months, not days. Since Cliffjumper and Mirage had become open about their relationship, whatever tolerance Cliffjumper's friends might have developed had disappeared and been replaced with thinly veiled hostility. Cliffjumper saw Mirage's stance and looked back and his friends with open anger. Brawn and Gears pretended as if they were preoccupied with the TV. Ironhide felt unexpectedly irritated by this. He didn't think; he called Mirage over. Cliffjumper followed.
"That's gotta be annoyin'," Ironhide said to Mirage.
"He pretends it doesn't bother him," Cliffjumper said, sitting down at the table. "Must think I'm an idiot."
"'Jumper," Mirage sighed, sitting as well. "I don't want to hurt your friendships."
"It's their slagging problem," Cliffjumper replied. "Rather drink with Ironhide than those slaggers right now anyway."
"Not sure I take that as a compliment," Ironhide chuckled.
The pair laughed. Ironhide relaxed and enjoyed the company. Cliffjumper leaned into Mirage as they talked about the latest goings on of the Ark, and drained their cubes. Mirage smiled almost shyly at the gesture. They rarely showed public displays of affection, mostly only when around Hound or Trailbreaker, two of the only mechs that actually considered Mirage a friend, were around. How frustrating that had to be for Mirage? No matter what he did, too many of the Autobots continued to distrust him. And how frustrating it had to be for Cliffjumper who saw his friends treating his lover like a pariah. Ironhide should have noticed how high tensions had been rising amongst these 'Bots. He'd talk to Optimus later and see if, maybe they could come up with some way of helping.
Optimus entered the common room just as Ironhide was preparing to leave. He smiled at Ironhide, though he tried to keep from looking too elated. Ironhide caught the smile and returned a mock glare. Energon was not what had brought Optimus to the common room, he left with Ironhide. This time, they went to Optimus's quarters.
"How was the meetin'?" Ironhide asked once both he and Optimus were seated on Optimus's berth.
"We're planning an assault on the base the night after tomorrow," Optimus said. "Wheeljack seems to have come up with an invention that will stop the mountain from falling apart."
"It's goin' to be dangerous," Ironhide said. He forced his spark to pulse slower at the mention of the base.
"It is," Optimus admitted.
"I hate the idea of you goin' into battle without me to watch yer back," Ironhide said.
"I know," Optimus said. "But Ratchet hasn't cleared you yet."
"I don't have to like it," Ironhide said. He leaned against Optimus's shoulder and linked their digits together.
He shuttered his optics and tried to relax. What if Optimus died in the battle? His engine rumbled with growing anxiety. What if? Primus he hated those words. What if? Ironhide loved Optimus, the thought of losing him was terrifying. It was impossible to fight back fear but he did his best to enjoy this moment with Optimus. It could be one of their lasts; Ironhide wasn't going to waste it. He wanted to kiss Optimus. The idea just popped into his processor and Ironhide didn't bother to fight it."
Ironhide knelt on the berth and silenced the question on Optimus's lips with a demanding kiss. This kiss was neither shy, nor soft but bruising with pent up desire. Optimus clutched Ironhide's sides, and gasped with surprise. Ironhide took it as an invitation and deepened the kiss. He tangled his glossa with Optimus's. The next sound Optimus made was a groan. Optimus tasted tart and earthy, Ironhide relished the taste.
Their engines roared and both took greedy gasps of air into their intakes. No amount of coolant could cool their increasingly hot circuits. Ironhide ran his servos over Optimus's helm, slowly, carefully memorizing the feeling of the metal. He ran his digits down Optimus neck and massaged the cabling. The feeling of hot air pulsing from Optimus's intakes made Ironhide giddy. He was doing this to Optimus, making his circuits heat up. The thought was mind-blowing and empowering.
"'Hide," Optimus said in a throaty voice when they pulled apart for a minute. "Are you sure?"
"Slag yes," Ironhide said. He swung his leg over Optimus's thighs and straddled his lap. Gently, he ran his digits over the angles of Optimus's face. "I want you."
"You have me," Optimus replied.
Optimus dipped his head down and began to suck and nibble along Ironhide's neck. Ironhide bowed his head back and moaned softly. His used his digits to find the side seams of Optimus's armour and he pinched the wires gently between his probing digits.
It felt so good. Ironhide rocked himself against Optimus's lap. Optimus's touch made Ironhide wild. He wanted this so much, and he vocalized his approval. Large servos caressed Ironhide's sides while their digits slid in between armour plating and fondled the wires and cables beneath Ironhide's armour. A throaty moan escaped Ironhide's mouth and Optimus continued to taste the length of a major cable that ran along the outside of Ironhide's neck.
Ironhide searched out the gaps in Optimus's armour between his shoulders and chassis and slipped his digits through the gap and dragged the tips of his digits against the components underneath his shoulder plating. Optimus groaned into his neck and Ironhide's engine rumbled loudly in response. He could feel the heat pouring of Optimus and knew he was overheating just the same. It made all their components that much more sensitive. Knowing this, Ironhide tilted his head and kissed and bit down on Optimus's audio component; Optimus's intakes hissed loudly. Those components were especially sensitive for Optimus because of his advanced audios. He had far more sensory nodes in his audio components than most mechs. Of course Ironhide knew this and took full advantage of the knowledge. Optimus gasped at the overwhelming sensations and drew Ironhide back into a kiss. Glossas tangled in each other as servos found yet more wires and cables. Both mechs shook with the force of growing arousal. With each twist of cable by clever fingers both Ironhide and Optimus became more hyper sensitive.
Retreating from the kiss, Ironhide tilted his head down and cover Optimus's neck and upper chassis with gentle bites and kisses. His digits found the edges of Optimus interface panel and spark casing, and teased the edges with feather-light swipes of the tips of his digits. Optimus's chassis heaved with the force of his intake; Ironhide could feel him holding back.
"I want this, Optimus," Ironhide said. "Tell me you don't and that's okay. But don't think for one slagging minute I don't."
"'Hide," Optimus said with adoration. His own servos covered Ironhide's panel. "Of course I want you."
Simultaneously, they opened themselves to each other. Ironhide circled the ports around Optimus still concealed spark with his digit tips. Optimus smoothed his fingers over Ironhide's ports. Both mechs shivered. The air was filled with the sharp hiss of their intakes and the loud roar of their engines; pants and gasps acted as the melody. Ironhide had to fight to keep his servos from shaking as he withdrew one of Optimus's cables. He reached into his own panel and offered a cable to Optimus. Optimus took the offered cable with one servo and tilted Ironhide's head up with the other. They kissed as they connected the other's cable into their own ports.
The feedback was overwhelming. Love, concern and want paced through Optimus's cable and into Ironhide. Ironhide nearly wept. Optimus had opened himself completely, and held back nothing. Ironhide responded by sending his love, trust and want through his own cable. They clung to each other as wave after wave of data was exchanged and they came to know each other more than either could have dreamed. Both shuttered their optics and let the pleasure the sharing of data brought wash over them. It was as if they were being drawn into a storm of each other.
Ironhide overloaded first and the power and passion of his overload brought about Optimus's. They cried out and remained connected as more data and more pleasure built on top of their overloads. Need poured from Ironhide's cable and he slid his servo between them and ran it over Optimus's lower interface panel. Concern and doubt passed back over the connection, and Ironhide responded with a nearly violent surge of need and longing. Optimus shifted them around on the berth, never disconnecting their cables and laid Ironhide back on the berth. He knelt over Ironhide and slid his servo down Ironhide's chassis, ever so slowly, making Ironhide shiver with anticipation and just a little fear. He retracted his panel and revealed his cable and valve to Optimus's servo. Awe passed over the connection and Ironhide did his best to show, through the connection, how much he believe Optimus deserved his trust.
His cable was charged and leaking interface fluid. Optimus stroked the length, pumped it; Ironhide thrust himself into Optimus hand out of reflex. The touch felt too good and Ironhide vaguely feared that he would overload again too soon. Ironhide moaned Optimus's name as Optimus slid his other servo down his chassis and began circling his valve. He knew he was already producing ample lubricants; he could feel the slickness of them against his plating. With exquisite care, Optimus eased the tip of one digit into Ironhide's valve. Ironhide felt apprehension and he knew it was his. Optimus felt it too and rotated that one digit against the inside of Ironhide's valve opening. A shudder of pleasure ran through Ironhide and he open his legs more, beckoning for Optimus to probe deeper. The apprehension was still there but it was overpowered by desire and trust. Ironhide arched into Optimus's servo as Optimus fragged him with one, then two, then three digits.
He overloaded again, coating their abdomens with his interface fluids when Optimus added a fourth digit and rotated his digits around inside Ironhide's valve stroking every sensory node just right. His cable remained pressurized and he rocked back against Optimus's digits. Ironhide could feel Optimus fighting to hold back his own overload.
"I'm ready," Ironhide said in a voice harsh with arousal. "Frag me already!"
Optimus seemed to shudder, forcing his own lust down as he lowered himself over Ironhide and lined his pressurized cable up with Ironhide's slick valve. Slowly, he sank the first inch in. Despite himself, Ironhide tensed. His digits dug into Optimus's shoulders and he clenched his denta. It didn't hurt but Megatron's leering face flashed across his memory banks and Ironhide fought to brush it aside. He onlined his optics, and knew through his connection to Optimus that the other mech was about to pull back. He looped one leg over Optimus, keeping him from moving away. Ironhide took several deep, shuddering breathes into his intakes and vented. His spark, which had been pulsing erratically with fear, pulsed evenly now. Arousal took over again.
"Ironhide," Optimus whispered, he struggled with his self control.
"Don't you slaggin' stop," Ironhide snarled. He raised his hips and drew more of Optimus's cable inside. It stretched his valve, pressing against sensory nodes and forcing the sponge-like lining of Ironhide's valve to dilate more. Ironhide couldn't get enough air. His spark pulsed too quickly in it's casing and he felt as if he was about to offline. Coolant circulated quickly through his circuits with each pulse of his spark. It didn't quite hurt but Ironhide felt his valve strain to adapt to the intrusion. He felt Optimus's strain, the desire to bury himself completely in Ironhide's valve. Pleasure licked up Ironhide's back as the discomfort faded and all he could feel was the pressure of Optimus's cable against his sensory nodes and Ironhide moaned with the influx of pleasure those nodes sent through his systems. He wrapped both legs of Optimus's hips and drew him in.
Optimus groaned as he sank to the root into Ironhide. He was almost too tight. It took all Optimus's formidable will to stop him from overloading then and there or driving himself too brutally fast and too hard into Ironhide. Instead he withdrew slowly and sank back into Ironhide's depths with an gentle roll of his hips. The connection of their upper interface cables allowed both mechs to feel the other's pleasure. Their engines roared louder. Optimus picked up his pace but maintained a gentle rhythm.
"Don't hold back," Ironhide demanded. He rocked his own hips up, calling for Optimus to move faster, move harder. "Frag me! Primus. Optimus!"
Ironhide bit joint of Optimus's neck and shoulder. Their spark chambers opened and their sparks merged. Crackles of energy and rapture engulfed them and they overloaded, once more together. They rested together, intakes working hard to get enough air into their systems, and their sparks still merged, and their cables still connect. With some regret, Optimus withdrew from Ironhide and they both closed their panels. Optimus sagged back down, partially over Ironhide, his arms too shaky to hold him up. Ironhide hugged Optimus to him, his circuits still tingling and he recharged peacefully.
End Chapter 14
Last chapter until June 10 or 11. Thought leaving you with smut would be a nice touch. On my way to the airport. Have fun and thanks for the reviews and the good wishes!