Crack in the Pavement
Chapter 22
A taste of something sweet for my readers. Reviews are loved and encourage much more smut.
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
"I want you to feel pleasure," Optimus said as he ran his servo along the side of Ironhide's helm and neck. Optimus looked down at Ironhide's bare protoform with a mixture of affection and desire. Ironhide was stretched out on their berth while Optimus sat on the edge of it.
"I feel pleasure whenever we touch," Ironhide replied and he reached a servo up to touch Optimus's faceplates. Optimus shuttered his optics and smiled. He leaned down as Ironhide reached both servos to cup the back of Optimus neck and kissed Ironhide with his own servos cupping Ironhide's face.
"I love you," Optimus whispered has he broke the kiss. His intakes cycled quickly at the sight, and the feeling of Ironhide made his circuits burn.
Optimus kissed and sucked down the cables of Ironhide's neck and tasted the heat of his protoform. He tasted the air rushing from Ironhide intakes and hummed against them. Ironhide moaned and squirmed slightly under Optimus's attentions. Reverent hands ghosted over Ironhide's sides before they settled just above Ironhide's hips. Digits stroked and compressed the long cables of Ironhide's sides.
Ironhide groaned and shuttered his optics, pleasure licked at his circuits. Optimus's lips and his touch lit a fire within Ironhide that warmed his systems. His touch was gentle but firm, coaxing pleasure from Ironhide's cables not forcing it. A broken moan escaped Ironhide's lips as Optimus covered the casing of Ironhide's spark with kisses. Ironhide's spark pulsed faster, throbbing against its casing in response. The slightest touch from Optimus's lips or digits drew little gasps and moans from Ironhide. It amazed Ironhide that such soft touch gave him such pleasure. His circuits felt warm with pleasure, they didn't burn. Oh he liked it when he burned with pleasure and arousal but this felt just as good. Optimus kissed down Ironhide's abdomen, caressing cables, fuel lines and components with his glossa. Ironhide stroked his digits over Optimus's helm and raised his abdomen to Optimus's mouth.
"Optimus, I want to touch you too," Ironhide moaned. That warm pleasure that was flooding his circuits pooled in his lower interface panel. His cable began to pressurize and lubricants began coating his valve.
"Soon" Optimus promised. "Let me love you first."
A throaty moan was his answer as Optimus ran his digits from Ironhide's side, down his abdomen, and along his cable. Ironhide's cable pressurized completely, immediately in response to Optimus's ghostly touch. Optimus lowered his mouth over Ironhide's pressurized cable. He swirled his glossa around the taunt, electrified component. Fire replaced warmth in Ironhide's circuits and he gripped Optimus's helm as Optimus tasted every inch of his cable dragging a loud groan from Ironhide. His engine revved deafeningly loud and every intake of air was a greedy gasp. Ironhide's legs clenched around Optimus's broad shoulders and he hissed as digits brushed against the opening of his valve. Spikes of pleasure shot through his valve at the promise of penetration. Optimus rotating the very tip of his digit just within Ironhide's valve, massaging the slick, spongy surface.
"Oh," Ironhide groaned. He and Optimus had 'faced at least a dozen times now and Ironhide still couldn't believe how much pleasure Optimus could milk from his valve with just one digit. Ironhide rocked against Optimus's digit and wordlessly demanded more.
Optimus slid three fingers into Ironhide's soaking valve and twisted them around as he stretched his valve. Lubricants leaked down Optimus's servo. Ironhide drove himself back on Optimus's digits and wriggled his aft as Optimus added a fourth digit and really stretched Ironhide open as he stroked Ironhide's sensor nodes, all around Ironhide's valve as he twisted and curled his digits. A shudder broke over Ironhide. The overload that had been growing slowly as Optimus had explored his components was now threatening the burst through Ironhide's circuits. He didn't want to overload yet.
"I want to touch you," Ironhide demanded. "I want to feel your cable stretch my valve and I want to feel us through my ports and cables. I want to taste you. I want you in my arms. Now, Optimus."
There was no way Optimus could ignore Ironhide's demand. He released Ironhide's burning cable and removed his digits from Ironhide's soaking valve. Ironhide's lubricants coated Optimus's digits and as he climbed up Ironhide, he sucked his digits clean.
"You taste like fire," Optimus said with a hoarse voice. His own cable was fully pressurized, nearly painfully so. Ironhide wrapped his legs around Optimus's hips and raised his aft, demanding to have his valve filled. Optimus lined up his cable with Ironhide's valve and slowly sank into Ironhide's blistering heat until he was fully seated within Ironhide.
"Oh yes," They both groaned. Ironhide arched his back and swore with enthusiasm. Optimus clenched his denta, it would be so easy to overload just like this. Instead he braced himself with one servo next to Ironhide's shoulder and while he used the other to plug Ironhide's upper cables into his ports and his own cables into Ironhide's.
"Frag me Optimus, don't hold back," Ironhide ordered as he dug his digits into Optimus's back and raised his aft up against him and tightened his legs around Optimus's hip. He knew from the second Optimus plug into him that Optimus was holding back. Slag that, Ironhide wanted to feel Optimus's passion, not just restrained but completely unleashed. Optimus silenced Ironhide with a searing kiss and withdrew to the tip of his cable before plunging immediately back into Ironhide with a hard move of his hips. Ironhide pulled Optimus to him and met each plunge of Optimus's cable with a sharp arch of his hips. Optimus braced himself with his powerful arms on either side of Ironhide's shoulders. He surrounded Ironhide. They moved together with near violent force. Metal grated against metal and their engines roared loud enough to deafen anyone who may have heard. Neither restrained their passion or their lust. They let it consume them. Feeling his own overload was imminent, Optimus reached between their burning bodies and wrapped his servo around Ironhide's cable. A strangled cry announced Ironhide's overload just after Optimus surrendered to his and flooded Ironhide's valve.
Optimus bared his spark to Ironhide as he shuddered, still thrusting, slower now, into Ironhide's vice-like valve. Ironhide revealed his own spark and surged up as he pulled Optimus down, slamming their chassis together. Their sparks merged together and a powerful surge of energy offlined them both.
Ironhide came online first. His intakes struggled to regulate his temperature and his chassis heaved as his intaked sucked air into his overheated systems. The sparklet hummed against his and Optimus's still merged sparks, almost jumping. He hadn't yet been this active. Optimus groaned as he came online; he began to raise himself off of Ironhide but Ironhide stopped him.
"Can you feel that?" Ironhide asked. Optimus paused, not sure what Ironhide meant. Then he felt it, through Ironhide's spark.
"He seems energized," Optimus chuckled. He rested his forehelm against Ironhide's.
"He likes being close to you," Ironhide said, smiling and shuttering his optics. "Don't move yet. Let's stay like this for a while."
The Twins returned to Ratchet's quarters, their quarters, feeling a little ragged and more than a little dirty. Sunstreaker grumbled about the dirt on his armour. They'd been assigned today to the farthest reaching patrol, now that Hound was off on a special assignment. This patrol, Hound's patrol, ran through the desert and all the way into the forest that bordered the desert. It was an ungodly long patrol. Given how far the patrol ran from the Ark, Prowl insisted on having two 'Bots paired up on this patrol. Trailbreaker normally worked with Hound. How Trailbreaker had done it when he'd been shorting rations, neither Sunstreaker or Sideswipe could guess. Maybe Hound had left him part way because while they thought they had endurance, this patrol had taken everything from them. Sideswipe opened the door and stepped in first. He and Sunstreaker shared a happy rush through their relay upon seeing Ratchet waiting for them on the long couch across the left wall.
"You look like you've been rolling in dirt," Ratchet said as he looked both Twins over. He pointed to the door along the same wall as the couch. "Go clean up before you join me."
There was a very real benefit to living with an officer. Ratchet had his own private wash racks. They didn't have to wait in cue. Though they hadn't been thinking about jumping Ratchet when they had trudged into the room, seeing Ratchet gave the Twins renewed energy and they cleaned themselves as quickly as possible. Sunstreaker even skipped the wax preferring to save his new found energy for Ratchet. The brothers stepped back into the main room of their quarters to find Ratchet had been busy while they'd been cleaning up.
Three cubes of high grade sat on the long, low table in front of Ratchet's couch. In between them, where two bowls, one of energon sweets and one of oil treats. Ratchet sat in the middle of the couch. The brother stepped around the table, each sitting on either side of Ratchet.
"What's all this?" Sideswipe asked, running his digits along the juncture of Ratchet's throat and chassis.
"I want to ask you two something," Ratchet replied. He shuttered his optics, his engine was revving nervously, and he tried to silence it. "But I wanted to make it a little special."
"Ask," Sunstreaker said as he curved his body again Ratchet and pressed one servo against his chassis.
"Bond with me," Ratchet said as much as he asked. He looked from one brother to the other.
"Of course!" Sideswipe exclaimed. He held Ratchet's chin and turned his face to his and kissed him firmly.
"Primus, yes," Sunstreaker said and he buried his faceplates in Ratchet's exposed neck.
"I'd like a little ceremony," Ratchet added when Sideswipe released him from the kiss. "At least with the officers."
"Anything you want," Sunstreaker replied. He pulled Ratchet onto his lap and pressed his chassis into Ratchet's back and he wrapped one arm around Ratchet's waist. Sideswipe handed them each a cube and knelt on the couch facing his brother and Ratchet. He couldn't stop smiling, neither could Sunstreaker. They drained their cubes slowly, all three a little giddy. Sideswipe picked up the bowl of energon sweets and fed one of the goodies to Ratchet. Ratchet accepted the treat and chewed it slowly, savouring it. His spark was fluttering like a bird in his chassis. Never in his entire life had he been this happy.
"Optimus," Ratchet announced himself as he stepped into Prime's office. The scene in front of him was familiar, Optimus sitting behind his desk and Ironhide at his side. Except normally, Ironhide stood beside and slightly behind Optimus. Today Ironhide was sitting next to him in another chair, probably at Optimus's insistence.
"Have a seat, Ratchet," Optimus said. "What is it Old Friend?"
"The Twins and I are going to bond," Ratchet explained, fidgeting slightly. "I'd like to have a little ceremony, maybe a small party..."
"Congratulations," Optimus exclaimed. "There is not the slightest chance we are only having a small ceremony or party. You deserve a proper celebration and a real party to celebrate."
Ratchet looked down as his faceplates warmed. A smiled crept across his faceplates. Optimus stood up from his desk and walked around the carved metal desk. Both Ratchet and Ironhide stood as Optimus stepped close to Ratchet and hugged him, and clapped his back. Ironhide clasped Ratchet's shoulder as Optimus released the medic.
"It's about time, Ratch," Ironhide said. "You deserve to be happy."
"Thanks," Ratchet smiled. "They do make me happy."
"Bring the Twins and meet with Jazz and Blaster tomorrow," Optimus suggested. "They're best suited to helping you plan your celebration."
"You don't need to make too big a deal of this," Ratchet said, a little embarrassed by the fuss.
"Nonsense," Optimus dismissed the idea outright. "Your bonding is a big deal. To you, to the Twins, and to me and all of your friends. Nothing less that a proper celebration will do."
"Thanks," Ratchet said, not hiding his smile. "I need to find Wheeljack. I haven't told him yet."
"Of course," Optimus replied. "Go. And once again, congratulation."
End Chapter 22