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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Mech sex. Pretty descriptive.
Word Count: 1,684
Prompt: Transformers, Nova Prime/Sentinel Prime/Optimus Prime/Rodimus Prime - Dreamscape/unreality - Rodimus didn't realize that even Primes could use a little break once in a while. So the Matrix showed him.
A/N: I'm sorry it's late. School and other things caught up with me, and I didn't have a chance to post it before now. Also...I can't swear I got the character's personalities right, but I tried...
Rodimus sighed, staring at the piles of datapads scattered all over his office. He'd been working almost non-stop for several days without rest. Rodimus didn't realize that even Primes could use a little break once in a while. So the Matrix showed him. He didn't even know what had happened; one moment he'd been in his office, the next he was somewhere else, somewhere he’d never been before. He scanned the area, looking for anything he might recognize and was unsettled when he found nothing.
“Something wrong, Rodimus?” Optimus asked, walking up behind the younger Prime. He placed is hands on the other’s shoulders, rubbing gently when he felt the other tense. “Calm down, Roddy. Everything’s okay.”
Rodims spun around, staring at the other. “Everything’s okay?!” he exclaimed. “You’re dead! How am I here?” He paused for a moment. “Where is here? I was in my office just a few moments ago.” He chewed on his bottom lip as Optimus’ arms wound around his waist. “This isn’t real. It can’t be.”
Optimus chuckled, running his hands up and down the other’s back as he tightened the embrace, trying to make sure Rodimus calmed down and stayed calm. “The Matrix brought you here. Don’t worry, you aren’t dead. From here, we can see what’s going on. You’re overworking yourself, and it was decided that you should be brought here for a break.” He smiled under his mask as the younger Prime leaned against him. “Have a seat, Rodimus.”
Rodimus moved to a chair, sitting in it and looking at his surroundings. “Optimus, I can’t afford to take the time off. The few times that I’ve tried, the Decepticons chose then to attack, and we weren’t ready for them.” He looked at the floor. “And so many of the others were injured…”
“And what happens if you’ve had no rest?” Nova asked, entering and standing behind Optimus “You must show everyone why Autobots are superior. You don’t have to go to the humans whenever summoned. You don’t have to have them approve of what you do.” He ignored the glare from Optimus. “The Autobots need a leader who realizes this to reach their full glory, and, if you are to lead them, you need to relax.”
“Unless, of course, you want the ‘Cons to win,” Sentinel said, leaning against a wall, smirking. He shrugged. “You shouldn’t worry about anyone’s feelings or anything. There’s no room to in battle. But, maybe, you keep refusing to relax when someone suggests it so you’ll all lose. Or you aren’t as good as you’ve always tried to make everyone believe you are.”
Rodimus growled, standing up. He didn’t care if he was insulted, but he refused to let someone question his loyalty to the other Autobots and their cause. “I am doing everything I can to defeat the Decepticons!” he exclaimed. “That’s why I haven’t gotten any rest!”
“Hence why thou needst the rest,” Vector whispered, surprising Rodimus by appearing behind the young Prime and wrapping his arms around the other. “Thou shalt need much rest if thee wish to be victorious.” He slowly traced the Autobot symbol that was emblazoned on the other’s chassis. He paused as he spoke. “I assume thou needst to introductions, Rodimus?” He waited for Rodimus to shake his head before he continued his ministrations.
Rodimus looked around; he’d known Optimus, and he’d heard the legends of the other Primes. He shivered as Vector’s hands continued to trace his insignia, slowly relaxing into the touch. “So what exactly are you planning to do to make me relax?”
“You can’t be dense enough to not know,” Sentinel muttered, standing and walking over to Rodimus. He smirked and ran a hands over the flames around the other’s insignia, ignoring the fact that Rodimus had tensed slightly.
Optimus sighed, walking over and grabbing Sentinel’s wrist. “Roddy,” he started softly, “if you aren’t comfortable with this, you can tell us. I want you to know, though, that you can trust them. They wouldn’t do anything to harm you, and, even if they would, I wouldn’t let them.” He placed a hand on the younger Prime’s cheek.
Rodimus hesitated for a moment, but nodded once he’d thought it over. He watched Sentinel wave Nova over, chewing on his bottom lip. His nervousness disappeared, though, when one of Nova’s hands moved under his armor and began stroking several small, sensitive wires. A moan escaped his slightly parted lips, only to be devoured as Optimus kissed him. ‘When did Optimus remove his mask?’ he wondered briefly, having not noticed, but quickly returned the kiss.
Sentinel moved closer to Rodimus again, leaning p to place a kiss on the crest of the other’s helm. His hands slowly roamed the other’s body, searching for any spots that he could find that were sensitive.
Rodimus arched into the touches. He relaxed in Vector’s arms and let Optimus deepen the kiss. He didn’t know who was doing what to him, but he felt four pairs of hands everywhere. He could feel the hands on his chassis, on his helm, under his armor, and slowly running over his ports. A soft sound of protest escaped his lips as Optimus pulled away out of the kiss, only to feel the other placing kisses over his jawline and down his neck.
::Do you like this, Roddy?:: Optimus looked up at Rodimus, smirking as he continued. His hands rubbed up and down the other’s sides, stopping to stroke the seams of the other’s armor.
Vector glanced at the others before leaning forward, turning Rodimus’ head gently and pulling the other into a passionate kiss. His glossa traced Rodimus’ lips, not actually entering the other’s mouth; instead he waited until Rodimus’ glossa met – and twined – with his own.
Sentinel took the chance to latch onto Rodimus’ neck, kissing it, nipping at it roughly. His hands continued grabbing at wires, stroking them. He bit down on the other’s neck, slowly running his glossa over the injured area.
Nova chuckled as Rodimus moaned, rubbing the other’s ports, stopping to put pressure on one. He leaned in – between Optimus and Rodimus – and licked at the young Prime’s insignia. His lips slowly traced the design on the other’s chassis.
Optimus stopped, looking at Rodimus, cupping the other’s chin. ::Do you trust me, Roddy?:: Optimus ran a hand over the armor that protected the other’ Spark Chamber.
::Y-Yes.:: Rodimus moaned as the other Prime’s continued, opening his Spark Chamber; his Spark bathed the others in its light as he stood there. He stared as Optimus did the same, entranced by the beauty of the other’s Spark. His trance was broken as he felt the covers to his ports being opened, as he felt fingers tracing the ports.
Optimus smiled reassuringly, running a hand over the edges of Rodimus’ chamber. “No need to be nervous,” he whispered, pressing their bodies together, connecting their chambers.
Rodimus gasped, arching against the other. He felt the other three plug into him, felt them plug him into their port. He cried out in pleasure at the feelings. He briefly noticed that the other’s had plugged into each other, also.
//Are you okay, Roddy?// Optimus' arms wrapped around Rodimus' waist, holding the younger mech up.
\\ P-Primus! Y-yes. I-I’m fine. \\ Rodimus moaned as he leaned against Optimus, having a hard time standing on his own.
[[Never had this many at once?]] Nova's question through the connection was soft, almost a whisper.
Rodimus, however heard it, and glanced over at the other. \\ It’s not like I sleep with anyone who comes up to me. \\
>>Dost thou find this enjoyable, Rodimus?<< Vector's question wasn't the only thing distracting Rodimus as his hands moved over the other's body.
{{Isn’t it obvious he does?}} Sentinel smirked as he looked at Vector, who just ignored him in return.
Rodimus’ body arched as Vector’s fingers stroked a wire in his hip; he gasped when the same hand moved to a joint not too far from the wire. He pulled Optimus down into another deep kiss.
Optimus returned the kiss feverishly, caressing Rodimus’ cheeks. He watched the other Prime as they caressed the young Prime’s body, he chuckled into the kiss as Rodimus squeaked from Sentinel groping the other’s aft.
Rodimus’ body stiffened as he felt several surges of energy hit him, setting off warnings. He clutched Optimus’ shoulders, digging his fingers in. He broke the kiss and threw his back, crying out as he overloaded. As he slowly drifted into darkness, he heard the others cry out and felt them slowly pulling away.
~
“Rodimus,” Ultra Magnus said, shaking the Prime’s shoulder. “Rodimus, wake up.” He was startled when Rodimus practically jumped. “Calm down. It’s just me. Come on. You fell asleep in here, so I’m getting you to your room.”
Rodimus frowned, looking around the room. “But…” he started, shaking his head. He brushed his fingers over his chassis. ‘Was it just a dream?’ He shivered as he felt Magnus’ hand over his. “It’s nothing.”
“You’re working yourself too hard, Rodimus.” Ultra Magnus pulled the other up, helping the Prime walk. He frowned when he noticed how hot the other’s systems were. “Are you doing well?”
“I’m fine, Magnus.” Rodimus punched in the code to his room when they arrived. He sighed as he was deposited on the berth. “I’m going to take the day off tomorrow. If anything important comes up, come get me. Otherwise, just put it on my desk.”
“Or, perhaps, I can deal with it.” Ultra Magnus gave the other mech a smile. “You know you can ask me for help if you ever have too much work.”
“I know.” Rodimus rolled onto his side, smiling. “Thanks Magnus.”
“Get some rest. You need it.”
Rodimus nodded, falling asleep before Magnus had even gotten out of his room.
~
Rodimus looked around, grinning when he saw the other four Primes again. He had to admit, he could get used to the Matrix deciding he needed rest. His grin grew as he walked over to the others, ready for a second round.
Author:
manga_queenRating: NC-17
Warnings: Mech sex. Pretty descriptive.
Word Count: 1,684
Prompt: Transformers, Nova Prime/Sentinel Prime/Optimus Prime/Rodimus Prime - Dreamscape/unreality - Rodimus didn't realize that even Primes could use a little break once in a while. So the Matrix showed him.
A/N: I'm sorry it's late. School and other things caught up with me, and I didn't have a chance to post it before now. Also...I can't swear I got the character's personalities right, but I tried...
Rodimus sighed, staring at the piles of datapads scattered all over his office. He'd been working almost non-stop for several days without rest. Rodimus didn't realize that even Primes could use a little break once in a while. So the Matrix showed him. He didn't even know what had happened; one moment he'd been in his office, the next he was somewhere else, somewhere he’d never been before. He scanned the area, looking for anything he might recognize and was unsettled when he found nothing.
“Something wrong, Rodimus?” Optimus asked, walking up behind the younger Prime. He placed is hands on the other’s shoulders, rubbing gently when he felt the other tense. “Calm down, Roddy. Everything’s okay.”
Rodims spun around, staring at the other. “Everything’s okay?!” he exclaimed. “You’re dead! How am I here?” He paused for a moment. “Where is here? I was in my office just a few moments ago.” He chewed on his bottom lip as Optimus’ arms wound around his waist. “This isn’t real. It can’t be.”
Optimus chuckled, running his hands up and down the other’s back as he tightened the embrace, trying to make sure Rodimus calmed down and stayed calm. “The Matrix brought you here. Don’t worry, you aren’t dead. From here, we can see what’s going on. You’re overworking yourself, and it was decided that you should be brought here for a break.” He smiled under his mask as the younger Prime leaned against him. “Have a seat, Rodimus.”
Rodimus moved to a chair, sitting in it and looking at his surroundings. “Optimus, I can’t afford to take the time off. The few times that I’ve tried, the Decepticons chose then to attack, and we weren’t ready for them.” He looked at the floor. “And so many of the others were injured…”
“And what happens if you’ve had no rest?” Nova asked, entering and standing behind Optimus “You must show everyone why Autobots are superior. You don’t have to go to the humans whenever summoned. You don’t have to have them approve of what you do.” He ignored the glare from Optimus. “The Autobots need a leader who realizes this to reach their full glory, and, if you are to lead them, you need to relax.”
“Unless, of course, you want the ‘Cons to win,” Sentinel said, leaning against a wall, smirking. He shrugged. “You shouldn’t worry about anyone’s feelings or anything. There’s no room to in battle. But, maybe, you keep refusing to relax when someone suggests it so you’ll all lose. Or you aren’t as good as you’ve always tried to make everyone believe you are.”
Rodimus growled, standing up. He didn’t care if he was insulted, but he refused to let someone question his loyalty to the other Autobots and their cause. “I am doing everything I can to defeat the Decepticons!” he exclaimed. “That’s why I haven’t gotten any rest!”
“Hence why thou needst the rest,” Vector whispered, surprising Rodimus by appearing behind the young Prime and wrapping his arms around the other. “Thou shalt need much rest if thee wish to be victorious.” He slowly traced the Autobot symbol that was emblazoned on the other’s chassis. He paused as he spoke. “I assume thou needst to introductions, Rodimus?” He waited for Rodimus to shake his head before he continued his ministrations.
Rodimus looked around; he’d known Optimus, and he’d heard the legends of the other Primes. He shivered as Vector’s hands continued to trace his insignia, slowly relaxing into the touch. “So what exactly are you planning to do to make me relax?”
“You can’t be dense enough to not know,” Sentinel muttered, standing and walking over to Rodimus. He smirked and ran a hands over the flames around the other’s insignia, ignoring the fact that Rodimus had tensed slightly.
Optimus sighed, walking over and grabbing Sentinel’s wrist. “Roddy,” he started softly, “if you aren’t comfortable with this, you can tell us. I want you to know, though, that you can trust them. They wouldn’t do anything to harm you, and, even if they would, I wouldn’t let them.” He placed a hand on the younger Prime’s cheek.
Rodimus hesitated for a moment, but nodded once he’d thought it over. He watched Sentinel wave Nova over, chewing on his bottom lip. His nervousness disappeared, though, when one of Nova’s hands moved under his armor and began stroking several small, sensitive wires. A moan escaped his slightly parted lips, only to be devoured as Optimus kissed him. ‘When did Optimus remove his mask?’ he wondered briefly, having not noticed, but quickly returned the kiss.
Sentinel moved closer to Rodimus again, leaning p to place a kiss on the crest of the other’s helm. His hands slowly roamed the other’s body, searching for any spots that he could find that were sensitive.
Rodimus arched into the touches. He relaxed in Vector’s arms and let Optimus deepen the kiss. He didn’t know who was doing what to him, but he felt four pairs of hands everywhere. He could feel the hands on his chassis, on his helm, under his armor, and slowly running over his ports. A soft sound of protest escaped his lips as Optimus pulled away out of the kiss, only to feel the other placing kisses over his jawline and down his neck.
::Do you like this, Roddy?:: Optimus looked up at Rodimus, smirking as he continued. His hands rubbed up and down the other’s sides, stopping to stroke the seams of the other’s armor.
Vector glanced at the others before leaning forward, turning Rodimus’ head gently and pulling the other into a passionate kiss. His glossa traced Rodimus’ lips, not actually entering the other’s mouth; instead he waited until Rodimus’ glossa met – and twined – with his own.
Sentinel took the chance to latch onto Rodimus’ neck, kissing it, nipping at it roughly. His hands continued grabbing at wires, stroking them. He bit down on the other’s neck, slowly running his glossa over the injured area.
Nova chuckled as Rodimus moaned, rubbing the other’s ports, stopping to put pressure on one. He leaned in – between Optimus and Rodimus – and licked at the young Prime’s insignia. His lips slowly traced the design on the other’s chassis.
Optimus stopped, looking at Rodimus, cupping the other’s chin. ::Do you trust me, Roddy?:: Optimus ran a hand over the armor that protected the other’ Spark Chamber.
::Y-Yes.:: Rodimus moaned as the other Prime’s continued, opening his Spark Chamber; his Spark bathed the others in its light as he stood there. He stared as Optimus did the same, entranced by the beauty of the other’s Spark. His trance was broken as he felt the covers to his ports being opened, as he felt fingers tracing the ports.
Optimus smiled reassuringly, running a hand over the edges of Rodimus’ chamber. “No need to be nervous,” he whispered, pressing their bodies together, connecting their chambers.
Rodimus gasped, arching against the other. He felt the other three plug into him, felt them plug him into their port. He cried out in pleasure at the feelings. He briefly noticed that the other’s had plugged into each other, also.
//Are you okay, Roddy?// Optimus' arms wrapped around Rodimus' waist, holding the younger mech up.
\\ P-Primus! Y-yes. I-I’m fine. \\ Rodimus moaned as he leaned against Optimus, having a hard time standing on his own.
[[Never had this many at once?]] Nova's question through the connection was soft, almost a whisper.
Rodimus, however heard it, and glanced over at the other. \\ It’s not like I sleep with anyone who comes up to me. \\
>>Dost thou find this enjoyable, Rodimus?<< Vector's question wasn't the only thing distracting Rodimus as his hands moved over the other's body.
{{Isn’t it obvious he does?}} Sentinel smirked as he looked at Vector, who just ignored him in return.
Rodimus’ body arched as Vector’s fingers stroked a wire in his hip; he gasped when the same hand moved to a joint not too far from the wire. He pulled Optimus down into another deep kiss.
Optimus returned the kiss feverishly, caressing Rodimus’ cheeks. He watched the other Prime as they caressed the young Prime’s body, he chuckled into the kiss as Rodimus squeaked from Sentinel groping the other’s aft.
Rodimus’ body stiffened as he felt several surges of energy hit him, setting off warnings. He clutched Optimus’ shoulders, digging his fingers in. He broke the kiss and threw his back, crying out as he overloaded. As he slowly drifted into darkness, he heard the others cry out and felt them slowly pulling away.
~
“Rodimus,” Ultra Magnus said, shaking the Prime’s shoulder. “Rodimus, wake up.” He was startled when Rodimus practically jumped. “Calm down. It’s just me. Come on. You fell asleep in here, so I’m getting you to your room.”
Rodimus frowned, looking around the room. “But…” he started, shaking his head. He brushed his fingers over his chassis. ‘Was it just a dream?’ He shivered as he felt Magnus’ hand over his. “It’s nothing.”
“You’re working yourself too hard, Rodimus.” Ultra Magnus pulled the other up, helping the Prime walk. He frowned when he noticed how hot the other’s systems were. “Are you doing well?”
“I’m fine, Magnus.” Rodimus punched in the code to his room when they arrived. He sighed as he was deposited on the berth. “I’m going to take the day off tomorrow. If anything important comes up, come get me. Otherwise, just put it on my desk.”
“Or, perhaps, I can deal with it.” Ultra Magnus gave the other mech a smile. “You know you can ask me for help if you ever have too much work.”
“I know.” Rodimus rolled onto his side, smiling. “Thanks Magnus.”
“Get some rest. You need it.”
Rodimus nodded, falling asleep before Magnus had even gotten out of his room.
~
Rodimus looked around, grinning when he saw the other four Primes again. He had to admit, he could get used to the Matrix deciding he needed rest. His grin grew as he walked over to the others, ready for a second round.
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Date: 2008-06-08 11:43 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it. XD
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Date: 2008-06-17 05:15 pm (UTC)♥ Very nice! I really liked the archaic speak of Vector.
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Date: 2008-06-17 05:39 pm (UTC)Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
I had a hard time with the archaic speak. I sat there a couple times going "Does this sound right? There's something off about this..." XD It was kinda fun to write, though.