Pairing: TFP Optimus Prime/Wheeljack

Rating: Explicit

Details/Themes: Insubordination, inappropriate public behavior, make-up sex

Requested by UnknownAlien

Wheeljack scoffed as the Prime shouted another order at him. He performed an uppercut on a Vehicon before reeling back and colliding his uplifted pede into the head of another. The second Vehicon's helm made a nasty cracking noise and he fell limp onto the ground. When the last one finally collapsed, he retracted his battle mask but frowned when he heard large footsteps approach angrily. Why couldn't the Prime leave him alone?

"I told you not to engage until we had a plan, Wheeljack!" Optimus fumed, "You instead mindlessly charged into a crowd of Decepticon soldiers and nearly got impaled had Bumblebee and I not interfered. Your actions affect everyone on the team, not just yourself. Had Bumblebee or Arcee died because they had to save you, because you did not yield my authority, you would have been responsible for their deaths which are losses we cannot afford and that I do not wish upon anyone under my command."

Grimacing, Wheeljack barked, "I didn't ask to be saved! If I die, then I die! That's the Wrecker way!"

Patience wore thin for Optimus but he refrained from taking the conversation to a darker level than it already was at. Behind him, Arcee, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee held mixed reactions even when the femme muttered, "This is the most intense showdown I've ever seen."

"You know what's wrong with you, Prime?" The smaller Autobot shook a digit as he scoffed, "You think you know what's best for everyone. Well sometimes what's best for me is not being under another's control, especially yours. In fact, sometimes I wish you never came back as Optimus and just stayed as Orion Pax so we'd still have our home and most that died under your command would be still alive!"

Everyone froze like the winds of Antarctica just hit them at a tsunami's pace. Optimus Prime was the most bewildered and saddened of all but he was the last to respond. "I…Wheeljack…"

The white mech turned away and began to leave. "Don't bother, Prime," the Wrecker snarled. Immediately transforming, his vehicle mode left tire marks as he fled the scene.

Nearly an hour later, everyone returned to base only to find that Wheeljack had locked himself inside his room. Most of the Autobots gave their leader a glance of worry but said nothing to provoke the feelings Optimus was already endowed with. The Prime took note of the looks and he too began to worry. He had thought about the conversation prior and he knew Wheeljack had various points.

Knocking on the Wrecker's door, he waited a few seconds but no response came. He did hear a bit of movement but it didn't seem like it was heading anywhere near the door itself. Just as Optimus was about to turn away in respect of Wheeljack's privacy, a servo grasped his arm as the door suddenly opened and he found himself dragged inside into an unexpected hug. He was so shocked that he didn't reciprocate the gesture but instead had his servos grasp the air a bit nervously.

"I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I went too far," Wheeljack muttered, placing his forehead on the Prime's abdomen. "Can you forgive me, chief?"

Optimus breathed a sigh of relief and placed his arms around the Wrecker comfortably. "I too fear I was a bit out of line. I know you would never put anybody in extreme danger, only yourself at most. The way you do it concerns me, yes, but I cannot argue with you when you say you know what is best for yourself. I only said what I did to help you understand that I do not want to lose you."

The smaller mech laughed, "I always thought caring made you weak, especially if you cared for more than one mech. I thought about it and I see now I was wrong. Also about the comment I made about you staying as Orion…"

"Wheeljack, it is fine. You were angry and as much of a surprise it was to hear you say that, it was not the most disheartening comment I have ever received in my lifetime," the Prime smiled sweetly.

The Wrecker seated himself on his berth as Optimus placed a gentle servo of reassurance on his cheek. It was warmer than he expected. What he also didn't expect at that moment was for Optimus to lean towards him. Like a moth attracted to light, Wheeljack found himself drawn in. His scarred lips didn't hesitate to meet with his superior's. It was gentle, just what he expected of the compassionate Autobot Leader but he was never one for mild.

Smirking, he experimentally bit down and watched Prime's optics dim. Almost immediately, he was pushed down upon the berth and shadowed by the mech who now kissed back with brute force he wasn't prepared for. Groping of his chest and side grew more frequent as digits raked over sensitive areas. The sudden roughness made his engines purr loud enough for Optimus to hear.

Wheeljack mewled, "I always knew you wanted me. I saw it in your eyes the second time we met. You aren't very subtle when it comes to personal needs, you know?"

Optimus lifted his legs with a low grunt and brought them to straddle his waist so he could get a better angle when he began to rub his interface against the Wrecker's. A short hiss of pleasure erupted from his subordinate, causing the latter to suddenly surge forward and this time, the larger Autobot found himself on his back with a great view. Servos rested on both of his windshield plates while a horny Wheeljack was lustfully staring down at him, rubbing himself against the Prime.

"You like to play, Prime? I've always wondered how good you are in berth. A few of your Autobots have quite the tall tales. Are they true though?"

Optimus gave a light chuckle, "Time to find out."

Both mechs released their equipment but the Wrecker didn't wait for his leader's approval before grabbing the spike and pushing it deep inside. He arched and panted from the intrusion; Prime was a bit bigger than he appeared and even then it was huge.

"Wheel…jack, take it easy. I don't want to hurt you."

The smaller mech purred, "Oh you can't hurt me. I love rough, unless you don't think you can handle it because you're too soft?"

The grin he held didn't falter when Optimus narrowed his optics, heeding the challenge. A ripple of arousal instantly flushed through his circuits when the Prime grabbed his hips and began slamming him down upon the massive member. He met with the thrusts wildly at his own pace, making his body tremble with ecstasy.

"That's it, Prime, show me the power!" Wheeljack breathed heavily, staring down hazily his superior.

Optimus raised a brow but obeyed, forcing his subordinate down faster. Warnings and errors popped up on his hud as he groaned aloud. Oh how good that valve felt around him. Wrecker-style wasn't usually his gig but if that's what Wheeljack wanted, he was more than happy to oblige. It actually felt nice to chance his methods a bit. Wheeljack's vulgar sayings weren't helping him keep in check either; he found them appropriate at this time.

Wheeljack himself looked pleasant to the optics. His glossa was out and panting while his servos were leaving marks upon his windshield, all in sync to bouncing upon his underused spike so zealously. A mental video of that was recorded in Optimus' processor it was so gorgeous. Nearing his peak, his servos nearly dented the hip plating of the Wrecker that would definitely need explaining to Ratchet if his soldier decided to fix them.

"Optimus!"

In the last minute, the Prime flipped them and held the Autobot's servos above his helm. The latter of the two didn't object as he was pounded into the berth, pools of transfluid chaotically seeping out of the overstuffed valve. Wheeljack finally let a wild smirk breech his faceplates when the spike hit his ceiling nodes which sent new levels of tremors across his system. He was so close. Who knew Prime could be such an animal?

Finally, overload hit them like a high speed train and Wheeljack arched to where his chest brushed against Optimus' own while the larger mech was hunched over him, capturing his lips into another brutal kiss. When his servos were let go, he placed them both on Optimus to feel the warmth of the frame above.

Optimus' baritone voice was a blessing to hear. "And to think, you wished for me to be Orion when Orion Pax could never be able to do this."

"That's a fair point," huffed Wheeljack. "You know what, Prime? You're alright in my books."

The Autobot Leader held the Wrecker close, placing tender kisses upon his cheek and neck. This wasn't how Optimus intended his apology to go but it was a stepping stone to a better way to sorting out their arguments.

AN: I got carried away with this one because this pairing made me so curious. It works with Wheeljack's rogue personality and Optimus' light-hearted demeanor with the results being funny but sexy at the same time. Who wouldn't want to frag Wheeljack?