He was not a sadistic mech. He was too much of an autobot to be into that. Ironhide simply liked to play rough and so did Chromia. They both wrestled for control in their relationship, and especially in the as he was on top, he wondered who was really in control, considering how she always managed to make him open to her at will. They had sparkbonded eons before the war and yet nothing had changed. Their love had grown, if anything, not at all tainted by the horrors of war. He loved her for it. He loved her for being unyielding, for always pushing back. He loved her for everything she was, and the intercourse was definately a part of it.

He slammed her wrists down to the berth as she struggled against him. With his other hand, he massaged her valve. Just as quickly as he had forced her down, she kneed him in the spike and as he recovered, wrapped her hands around his neck. Though Cybertronian's didn't need to breathe, the neck was still a very delicate place. It controlled energon flow and was the place where all data converged before going to the processor. As she squeezed tighter, his spike ached and his vision blurred. She kissed his jaw as he regained his resolve.

Quickly, he threw her off of him and onto the floor. He grabbed her roughly, forcing her down to the berth again. This time he was careful of her knees as he held her arms up. Using his other servo, which he had transformed into a gun, he massaged her valve, which was moist with lubrication.

"You're gonna pay for that, Chromia." He hissed as he jammed it into her. She screeched for a moment as the pain overrided her before she got used to it. A phantom pain started aching in his lower regions.

"Oh really?" She asked as she kissed his jaw again, tracing the hard line down to his neck, where she bit down. Hard. The taste of his injury was delicious, invigorating, he could tell as her emotions replayed through him. He savored the buzzing, sweet taste as they both cried out.

His gun/hand slipped out from inside her and she took this new found freedom to reverse their positions. Now she was in control. He was tired, though he wouldn't admit it. He relaxed and let her crawl onto his chest. Her bright blue optics lit up as Chromia ran a blade across his shoulder panel. The armour was not disconnected from his protoform yet, so it hurt like pit as it fell off, leaking energon down his armour. As she lapped up the bubbling energon, aft in the air, he scratched her port covering and she screamed.

Her delicate servos danced on the edge of his plating, teasing pleasure nodes as she got closer to overload. She was trying to make him overload before her. He swallowed a grunt. She was going to finish this, her way and she made sure that he knew it.

She jammed herself on him, controlling the pace, the everything. He was in too much bliss to take the reigns. He tried to hold himself off, but gave in as he noticed her optics start to flicker. Another overload began growing beside his own.

There was a small squeak from both of them as they came, flooding each other in love. The bond was incomprehensible in the sheer force of them.

How he loved her, he tried to think as they both fell into recharge.

OoOoO

Shockwave had a regular frag toy. He had captured her after catching sight of her during battle. He had captured her later in the name of his experiments, and no one questioned him when he started to use her as a frag toy. Still, she was just a prisoner, a pretty one but nothing more. But then his heat cycle creeped up on him and all of the decepticon femmes wouldn't approach him. He tried to ignore it, as those who mated during heat often had a lingering attraction after it was over. If he mated with the autobot, he wouldn't be able to get her out of his head. Not that he wanted to anyways. He just didn't want any unnecessary ties to her. After a few days, the left overs had claimed most of his prisoners. All except one. That one femme that he wouldn't let anybot get near. He forced himself to work until cybertronian symbols became impossible to read. He was so dysfunctional he couldn't continue his work. He had to do something about it and Red Alert was the only one left.

He placed his hand on the lock and waited for it to scan the energon frequencies. It slid open quietly, revealing her small form huddled on the ground, the soft plush thing she had had in her subspace pressed to her chest. "A mass heat has arisen. I would expect that you know this already considering your line of profession." She did not reply, instead choosing to glare at him. It didn't matter. "Come with me." He ordered.

She said nothing, but stood up, sub spacing the plush into her recently docked inner dimension. Stiffly, she stood up and he got a good look at her figure. Her chevron was surprising attractive; her frame was laden with curves that signified sparkling bearing abilities. For a moment he considered a miniature version of himself. He pushed the thought away, as he walked out. She followed not bothering to try and escape; if she did, the emp installed in her ankle would paralyze her. His actual quarters were on the upper decks, on the same floor as Megatron and Soundwave. However, he didn't want to bring her all the way up there. Somebot might notice. Instead he took her to the small berthroom connected to his lab. He used it much more frequently than his official one.

He motioned for her to sit on the worn berth, which she did, however hesitantly. Then she waited warily, crossing her well built thighs so that he couldn't see the seam that would cover her port.

He wasn't sure what to say specifically. Asking, no, forcing her to be with him during heat was...quite heavy. He would likely never be able to let her go after this; he doubted that she knew about the bond. Few did. He was counting on it. Finally, he settled on some words.

"I want you to have intercourse with me and in return, you shall be released." He had no idea where that last line came from. He didn't plan on letting her go, but now he had given her hope. Her optics brightened. She would do it, and for the moment, it was enough.

Red Alert uncrossed her legs and leaned forward. "I don't believe you."

"I expected that you wouldn't." He lied as he knelt before her, taking off the stunners, but leaving in the tracker. "Is this proof sufficient enough for you?" He asked as he stood up.

She surveyed him, and the effect was instantaneous. She lightly stepped off of the berth, and walked to him. Placing a servo on his shoulder, she pulled him down and whispered in his auditory receptors. "How do you like it, big mech? Hard or soft?"

He shivered as her vents shifted on him, the heat spreading on his didn't knoShe smiled. It was forced but still beautiful on her.

She trailed her digits up his armor, drawing closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips against his optics which buzzed as she removed them. She created a trail of kisses down his chassis, ending at his spike.

There she paused, looking up at him uncertainly before wrapping her mouth around it. He turned off his vocal processor, instead letting his body conveying his pleasure. His spine arched, his optic fluttered on and off and internally he moaned. She slid off, opening her plates manually before impaling herself on him.

He never knew it could feel so good to be fragged. The joy was building, building until-

He woke up hours later in a dark and empty room. He was a mess and she was gone. All that was left was a still on the ground of her, smiling for real in a pool of water. He tucked the still into his subspace and walked to the showers. He was resolved to find her again. She would be his next conquest.