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As Lancex brought Predaking back to the room for rest, Optimus was still in the main room. The others, minus Ratchet, had gone elsewhere. Optimus was clearly not pleased about this whole situation but only to the old medic. Ratchet is a bit concerned for the Prime, as now there was competition for Lancex's spark, and Optimus wasn't never a bot who listened to his feelings regarding things. Ratchet just hoped things went well or things would be a mess.
Meanwhile, back in the quarters, Lancex headed to the berth room. He took out one of his special swords to guard him, placed it on the wall, laid down on the bed, and went to sleep as he was exhausted. He had used much of his energy and strength to break out of the con base. Predaking could only watch as this unusual yet hot bot just went to bed. Predaking, not the most astute to emotions, didn't think much of the bot having little emotions, but the dragon bot felt drawn to the bot.
Predaking blushed as he gazed upon the slumbering form of Lancex. Predaking didn't understand this all, but decided to follow some of his baseline instincts. First, the dragon bot curled around the sleeping form of Lancex, and then, for a reason unknown to the dragon bot, he began to rub the other bot's form over and over in a slightly rough but sensual manner. Lancex didn't wake to the touches but he did let out little moans of pleasure, which drove the dragon bot wild. Also, Lancex opened his groin plating, revealing a stiff spike and a slightly wet port.
Predaking noticed and being the the curious bot he was, he began to stroke the exposed metal. Predaking wasn't sure why, but he was careful rubbing the exposed metal, though he rubbed it in fast and slow speed. The sleeping bot continued sleeping but started bucking back and forth. For his part, Lancex could feel the pleasure and trusting that Predaking wouldn't hurt him, Lancex allowed the as he slept. He wasn't sure what this exactly was, but he was actually enjoying it.
Predaking continued exploring and rubbing Lancex and his spike. It wasn't too much longer before Lancex overloaded and then snuggled close to Predaking as Lancex crashed harder into recharge. Predaking smiled, enjoying the show and then curled close to the other bot and soon feel asleep. If Predaking had his way, Lancex would be his and his alone, but for now Predaking knew he had to wait for the right time, whenever that would be. And he wondered if Optimus would be competition. There was much to think about and consider. But for now, he rested.
