Author's Note: Two birds with one stone D Hot raging interfacing AND the first meeting between Orion Pax and Ironhide on Cybertron! I really hope you guys like it. I think it turned out well. I always thought these two would have an instant chemistry and apparently they did!
Disclaimer: Own nothing but the berth.
The Autobot Base, Nevada, Earth
A scream escaped his lips, optics wide as his entire back arched into the thrusts, body shuddering and practically vibrating with each deep penetration that left every inch of his frame burning with the friction and stretch. Fingers curled helplessly into the fabric of the berth just beneath him, his knees being forced further apart, while Ironhide continued to take him so deep that he felt as if their bodies would melt together with the heat they were creating between them.
There was nothing in the universe like this, nothing that could ever match the heat and connection that burned like a living thing between them. Helm dropping to rest against his stretched out arms before him, Optimus's body trembled with the hot friction that just seemed to increase, when the mech shifted just a few more inches, increasing the angle of his thrusts and scorching a trail across his sweetspot relentlessly. He had always enjoyed this, the loose restraints around his wrists, the weight of his lover's frame pressing him downwards, hands stroking and sliding over every inch of his frame, even tormenting his spark a time or two.
Blue optics shuttered tightly, panting hard, his systems desperately attempting to cool him down, but nothing worked. Nothing but…
A shriek filled the room before he could silence the sound, his body stilled and trembled like a leaf caught in a spider's web. Another shriek slipped out, his body hitting an overload every time that spike filled him so deeply he didn't think there was any part of his valve left unstretched and open to his lover's spike.
Ironhide's palm was flat against Optimus Prime's belly, fingers teasing the base of his twitching spike, but it was hand that had left the Prime barely able to let out anything but a stream of rather erotic little noises of pleasure. Magnetic fields flickered and danced across hypersensitive pathways and sent burning hot jolts of fire roaring through him, though it took energy to do so, Ironhide was an expert in tormenting him like that.
Entire frame rippling with his latest overload, he could feel Ironhide grind hard against his aft, finally spilling hot fluids deep within him, leaving him gasping and squirming as he collapsed onto the berth. There was nothing like this, the feeling of that hot spike slipping so intimately into him. Cheekplate resting against the covers, he panted hard, desperate to cool himself down as he felt his lover withdraw, freeing his wrists and…
A sharp hiss of pleasure surged through every system he had, sensor nodes lighting up as a hot mouth burned a path along the back of his shoulders and downwards, tracing the curve of his spinal plating, glossa sweeping across the hypersensitive seams and nipped at the wiring that was exposed between his plating. Digits curled into the thermal blankets spread out beneath his chassis, his body arched slightly in response to the slow caresses that had him burning from the inside out in response.
"Orion." It was a tender whisper against the small of his back, a warm face nuzzling against his spinal plating, kisses fluttering just there before palms slipped upwards from ankle joints to thighs, spreading them exposing the heated circuitry and valve to that teasing mouth. Licking over it once, Ironhide's cheekplate rubbed softly against his lover's aft, feeling a shiver coil upwards throughout his entire body in response when heated air was blowed across the damp entrance.
Though the night seemed nothing more than a pleasure filled haze until that moment, Optimus couldn't help but feel as if he had finally gotten back that missing piece of himself, that it truly was Ironhide touching him so intimately.
"Listen to me." Ironhide's voice was rough and husky with the heated arousal he was experiencing in that moment. This was the only way he could contact Optimus and he had taken in during the few moments he had on his own, mustering what little strength remained mentally to him. "I need you to not come after me."
Instantly the Prime stilled, his blue optics widening suddenly at those words, his body giving into his mind as he pulled away from that intimate caress of that mouth against that part of him. Rolling, he stared with wide optics at the black and crimson Autobot whom knelt on the end of the berth, a massive shadow that hovered just on the edge of the darkness that filled the space and sheltered him from sight.
"Ironhide…" It was a hopeful plea. His servo reaching out to lightly brush against the mech's cheekplate, thumb trailing across one of the scars that marred the otherwise smooth metal, his servo was cradled in a large one, held there as dark blue optics shuttered in silent appreciation of the contact.
A heart-wrenching sound escaped his lips, the Prime unable to contain his emotions, feeling like the awkward mech he had once been as Orion Pax, a data clerk who had desperately wanted to be more and who Ironhide had guided into his destined path as Prime. His arms were flung around the massive shoulders, his entire frame thumping hard against the massive bulk of the old warrior, the mech easily absorbed his weight, both strong arms coiling around his waist and gathering him in close, relishing the contact.
"You're really here." He breathed, unable to help himself, knowing that most wouldn't believe this if they had seen him, but his spark sang with joy and relief being given such a precious gift. Helm dipping, his face pressed into the crook of the mech's neck, his entire frame being so easily cradled by Ironhide. "Primus… I…"
"I do not know how long I can keep up this connection." Ironhide's face was deeply troubled as he cradled his lover tightly to him. "I need you to promise me you will not attempt to rescue me."
Blue optics narrowed sharply on his beloved's face, his expression clouding over with intense emotion, lips pressing together. "I can't do that."
"Orion. Frag it, do not be difficult about this."
Their frames rolled, Optimus's back thumping softly against the berth, the crimson and blue mech arching against his lover's frame, relishing the way he was being pinned beneath the bulk of his beloved's body. His hands curled around the back of Ironhide's helm, tugging it down and devouring the mech's mouth, a low groan escaping his lips heated air mingling. He couldn't get enough of his lover, couldn't get enough of this. It had been so long and his hunger for this kind of contact left him practically trembling with his silent need for more.
"I gave you up once, I won't do so again."
"Stubborn aft!" Ironhide growled, hooking his lover's knees in his elbow joints and spreading them, shifting up onto his knees he drove forwards hard, unable to help the pull than his lover did. No matter how many times he took the mech, his beloved was always almost painfully tight, squeezing him with muscle cables that worked him until he was practically snarling with need and a raw untameable desire for him again and again.
A number of curses escaped Ironhide, but he was silenced when his lover pulled him down into a heated kiss, arms wrapping tightly around Ironhide, their bodies moving hotly together, unable to still for even a moment. However, Optimus was trying his best not to be distracted by what his lover was doing to him, even though every sensor node in his valve was on fire from the rough and fast penetrations, he was desperate to track the mech he clung to.
"NO!" Ironhide roared, feeling the tenuous bond that connected them strengthen with the energy Optimus was pouring into the connection, finally feeding the previously waning bond.
The black and crimson mech jerked back, slipping free of his lover's warm and welcoming heat with an erotic little wet pop, his frame trembling as he practically forced himself to slide away. Everything with the warrior clamoured for him to coil himself around that lithe frame, to let his hands touch every inch of it and learn all the secrets it held. His mind told him he had to drop the connection, he had to let it go before Mindwipe discovered that he had been unable to stay away from Optimus, unable to resist the pull of their sparks clawing to be closer… to be intimately bound together.
Bright blue optics were crackling with a spark of defiance, before the mech pounced, unwilling to let his beloved go for any reason, desperate to have the other of his spark restored to him. His arms and legs wrapped tightly around the massive frame, preventing himself from being dislodged, his valve wet and rubbing against the twitching spike that had refused to 'retreat'. His mouth latched onto a spot just beneath one of Ironhide's audios, denta biting down hard as Ironhide practically trembled within Optimus's embrace.
Sliding down just a few inches, he arched as he was penetrated again, that spike slowly beginning to fill him once more, his muscle cables tightening sharply about the length, preventing Ironhide from pulling out easily from the wet tightness. "When have you ever been able to deny what is between us?"
Suddenly the Prime's back thumped hard against a wall and the spike was thrusting painfully hard into the mech practically glued to him, his hands leaving tiny dents as he took out his frustration and emotions out on his lover, hearing the cries of pleasure escape the mech's lips. Slamming him back harder, he held back nothing, knowing that only this mech could satisfy his needs, only Optimus Prime, his beloved Orion could satisfy and control the predator he was.
Their mouths meshed almost viciously, heated air burning out of their vents as they arched and writhed together, unable to resist the power of what they shared together.
And it was a silent promise from Optimus Prime to his lover that he would not give up, he would keep driving forwards until he caught up with the one that held his spark. Even as the edges of the dream began to unravel, the Prime clung tightly to the bond that strung them together, the pulsing strings of fate that like them had refused to evaporate with time.
Shady Deals Bar, Lower Levels, Iacon, Cybertron [Past]
"Yah could've come sooner, 'Hide." Jazz grumbled softly, his lips pressing together as his optics rolled skyward and he sat back down onto the stool by the bar, his expression a touch put out. "Ah was meant ta meet up with Prowler a joor ago." One ankle swinging slightly, he glanced around at the loud bar that surrounded them, before taking in the massive Cybertronian who stood before him, knowing that most would never dare to be so flippant with this particular mech if they didn't consider him a friend.
Scarred and marked with the signs of a seasoned warrior, Ironhide stood head and shoulders over every mech he met and everyone instantly got out of his way when the mech had entered, an air of deadly intent surrounding him. "Do not start in with me, Jazz." A low growl escaped him, his optics flashing with dark blue fire, before he downed the entire cube of high grade that had been waiting for him as if it were nothing but low grade. Even though it was more than likely burning his oral tubing and vocals, the mech didn't even twitch. "You asked me to come and I have. I was not impressed with your little joke about a Data Clerk…"
"Yah need ta see 'im, 'Hide. Don't be judgin' Orion Pax before yah met 'im. Ah tell yah straight up, he should've been one of yah battle bots." Jazz nodded towards a tall mech whom had just stepped through the doors, his broad shoulders and build one of the warrior caste, yet his demeanour was one of a common worker bot, meek and almost subservient.
Ironhide's optics immediately narrowed as he gazed over the striking mech who seemed more out of place in the bar then a sparkling would. Head whipping around to pin Jazz to the stood with a glare, his lips parted on something close to a snarl. "What is the meaning of this?" A massive servo gestured towards the mech who was wearily approaching them, his other servo slamming down against the bar so hard that the metal actually cracked and dented deeply from the action.
"Mah thoughts exactly." Jazz's lips quirked upwards at the corners at the sight of Ironhide's reaction, though he was even more pleased to see the physical reaction his friend was having to the strikingly handsome Orion Pax. The cunning Intelligence Bot knew he had been right, Ironhide was hooked whether he believed it or not. "One look at 'im and Ah knew Ah needed ta brin' yah in on dis."
"Jazz… I apologise for my lateness." Swallowing slightly, Orion Pax lifted his chin a little, attempting to lift his optics to meet that of the massive crimson and pitch black warrior who stood beside Jazz. "I was uncertain exactly where this place was and…"
"No worries there, 'Rion." Jazz winked at his friend, flashing him a rather bemused grin. "'Hide just got 'ere and he's da reason Ah wanted yah ta come out here."
"Look at me, Orion Pax." Ironhide's voice was a low warning purr, dark blue optics sparking with fire and interest. "You continue to stare at the ground and I'll have nothing more to do with you. No bot worth his chips stares at another's pedes like a common organic."
Immediately bright blue optics snapped upwards, meeting Ironhide's with defiance and a brilliant intelligence bright in them. The mech's shoulders straightened from their hunch, spinal plating straightening and adding several feet to his tall frame.
"Better." The warrior rumbled, optics still narrowed on the mech before him, his lips pressing together, the scars that ran across his face adding to the dark shadows that haunted his features. "I don't train fools and cowards."
"Train…?" A startled hope flickered through those blue optics, his head twisting towards Jazz, who was grinning widely at both of them. "I thought…"
"Ironhide 'ere is a lot betta with da trainin' then Ah am." The corners of his lips twitched upwards as he realised exactly how interested Ironhide had become in their young inexperienced data clerk.
Ironhide moved slowly, large frame surprisingly agile on his pedes as he stalked Orion Pax, his head dipping down so that their faces where almost touching, their optics locking. "You want me to teach you, I'm not going to be doing it for free." His spark burned with something he had never experienced at the mere presence and sight of this particular mech, every sense he had was alert and focused on the crimson and blue mech before him. He sensed it and knew this was the real reason Jazz had called him. This mech was more than just a misplaced warrior… It was in those blue optics, a spark of something he had not seen in any other mech before and it touched something deep inside of him.
"I do not have many credits…"
Jazz smirked slightly. "Dat ain't what he be wantin' Orion."
"What can I offer you? I know I need training." But… Optics suddenly widened as they gazed up into the face of the warrior, truly taking in the significance of what Ironhide was demanding of him. His mouth opened, his fuelpump racing with surprise and also with a surprising hunger for a taste of what it could be like. Ironhide was raw power, a mech who would dominate in spirit and body, demanding of him more than any other.
A slow smile spread across the mech's lips, lighting the surprisingly handsome features, dark blue optics softening with a look that promised Orion Pax would be wanting for absolutely nothing if he said yes.
Oh dear Primus. The data clerk didn't know whether to run from the bar or to lean up and find out exactly what it was like to find himself possessed by something so dangerous and primal.
A servo stretched out to lightly capture Orion's jaw with one finger beneath his chin, lifting it upwards, thumb sweeping across the curve of the mech's cheekplate. "Are you frightened, Orion Pax?"
"No." The mech responded instantly, his jaw clenching, feeling the heat and surprisingly gentleness of that touch, the promise of something that would last a lifetime. Jazz had gifted him with a chance to have something he desperately craved, a mech who would not hold him down, one who would not allow him to content himself with his life. "I'm not afraid. If I give you what you want, then I want something in return."
"Besides training?" An optical ridge lifted sharply in quiet amusement, the corners of his lips actually twitching, his large frame actually relaxing. "Now what would that be?"
"You." A finger poked lightly at Ironhide's chassis right over his spark casing. "I need you."
"Clever bot, ain't he?" Jazz grinned like a proud mother hen, clearly proud that he had not ignored the data clerk who had broken the strict caste mould and had gone looking for more.
A low growl of challenge escaped Ironhide, the mech dipping his head lower so that their mouths were mere inches apart, heated air mingling between them. "I do not share, I do not give up what is mine."
"Who's asking you too?" One optical ridge lifted in amused question. "I certainly wouldn't want to give up what looks to be the better end of the deal." With each passing moment, Orion Pax felt his confidence slowly started to grow, his sense of self beginning to expand as the future truly didn't look like it would end up buried in pointless data files. Maybe Megatron was right, maybe it was time to voice his opinion?
"Brat." Mouth capturing the younger mech's, he tugged him forwards into his frame, devouring him within astroseconds, staring off a chain reaction in both of them that neither knew the full consequences of.
I wonder exactly how I should go about rescuing Ironhide. Suggestions?