Pairing: RID Grimlock/Strongarm

Rating: Mature

Details/Themes: Caught in the act, mutual masturbation, implied sex

A Dinobot thrived on being able to take what they wanted from the get-go. It was in their nature to be such a way. Ferocious, cunning, cruel, and majestic monsters they were in the optics of most Cybertronians, all except a few.

Grimlock was unsure of his malicious powers of destruction initially, having been a clone of the powerful brute Dinobot leader, Grimlock of Kaon. However, being on Team Bee changed him. He got along with the individual team members until he found comfort in the last Autobot on the team to warm up to him. Comfort turned to friendship which dived head first into one unexplainable moment in which his instincts just naturally took hold of him again...for a better purpose.

Grimlock stumbled upon moaning. At first, he thought someone was sick or injured, then he realized it was Strongarm's voice and it didn't really sound like it was of pain. He all but confirmed that when he rounded a corner only to see Strongarm with her digits deep inside herself leaning against the barrier at the far end of the junkyard.

He would usually greet her but in this case, he really didn't want to ruin the stunning moment. His instincts flared watching her move upon herself and growled low. He wanted that. He wanted her. This wasn't the normal instinct to destroy as predecessor moments of beastly conduct he gave into was like. No, this was something primal, dormant for years.

Grimlock's tail twitched, curling on the dusty ground as his body pumped up pressure to regulators of his inner temperature. Transforming, he almost punched the ground in dominance but that would give him away. Strongarm made another moan and he hissed being unable to do anything to make that into a scream for his name. Maybe he couldn't take her but he could do something else. He rumbled before grinning and releasing his straining member.

He didn't bother to be merciful to himself. If he wanted to be slow and at ease, he would call Drift for meditation. His claws and tight grip simulated the feeling and he went from there. It was hard to think of anything except this moment, Strongarm beneath him. His predatory arousal was insatiable.

Hearing every whisper, every octave of her voice rising and falling; it was enough to drive any bot insane. Hopefully, it wouldn't alert his fellow Autobots or any Decepticons nearby. He wasn't one to share.

Strongarm, on the other hand, did everything in her power to finish what she started. She knew it would never be the same as the real thing but she could live with it. The ripples of her desire she subjected herself to only created a yearning for more though, something she couldn't do unless one of her teammates decided to indulge her interests.

She thought she heard another voice in the background mirroring her but she convinced herself all she was doing was listening to the make-believe voices she was dreaming of in this situation. Suddenly, she lurched forward, her thighs squeezing together and shaking. She covered her mouth to prevent a scream.

Looking down at the mess she made, she gave an audible gasp and laugh. A grunt in the distance didn't bother her much until she noticed it matched none of her inner thoughts. Then she heard footsteps and froze as her own fellow Autobot, Grimlock, approached with no cover on his spike and panting. She was shocked, horrified even at the fact he could see her bare and he had just enjoyed the show of her making a fool of herself. She almost was tempted to run having already stood up quick but a servo caught her own and kept her there.

"Don't," Grimlock said, his voice barely a whisper. "Let me help you."

Strongarm was tense but peering down at his exposed appendage did prevent her from leaving abruptly. Slowly, she moved towards Grimlock as he guided her to sit on his lap. A servo began to caress her waist and she still remained.

Grimlock let out a purr and nuzzled her before licking her throat. His instincts kept chanting in his mind to mate with her. Would she care if he did? Well, there was one way to find out. He did an experimental bite on her neck and she bucked against him. A smirk spread wide on his face when she took to him almost immediately.

They were friends at first. He knew it was about to change but between the instinct to destroy and the instinct to dominate, maybe he could use his power for something more. At least, that was his plan and Strongarm was going to bear witness to that account if he could or not.

AN: Ay, this pairing was one of my favorites of the RID15 show, not gonna lie. Grimlock is an angel.