kinkfest | "Symphony in Silence" [Transformers G1, Optimus/Blaster, NC-17]

Title: "Symphony in Silence"
Author/Artist: Kyra Neko-Rei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dom-sub, slight bondage, Prime indulging his dark side.
Word count: 476
Summary: Prime challenges Blaster to keep silent while Prime brings him to overload.
Prompt - Transformers (G1), Optimus Prime/Blaster: forced pleasure (consensual)/silence/fear of discovery - "Let's see how long you can stay quiet."
A/N: Posting this early because I won't have net access tomorrow; my other prompt for Nov. 8 will be late, as I doubt I'll be able to finish it tonight. I'm sorry this one's a bit shorter than usual.

Blaster was trembling beautifully in Optimus' arms, both hands clamped over his mouth as Optimus precisely stroked every seam and wire that would normally have him whimpering and moaning and mewling at high volume. Today he wasn't doing any of that, was holding himself barely under control and was very obviously tormented by the restriction on vocalizing, and Optimus was surprised to find it the most arousing sight he'd ever seen. Impressions of power never claimed, the sort of tyrannical and hedonistic power Megatron kept and used, the relished knowledge that others were his own to command, to be entirely at his mercy if he wished, and loyal to serve at his pleasure and enjoy every torment he inflicted---this Optimus had glimpsed from afar but never even thought of claiming himself---but certain of his lovers would happily offer it, and finally Blaster had tempted him into taking it up.

Stuffed into a cramped closet that could pass for a brig cell, Optimus held Blaster on his lap, legs pressed against him to keep him from escaping---not that Blaster wanted to do any such thing, but it excited them both so Optimus restrained him---and in the dim light of their optics Blaster was exquisite, expressing all of his arousal in posture and shivers and frantic, tortured, writhing movement, and Optimus felt like a dark and merciless god, tormenting his prey with careful attention and being worshipped in return. Blaster arched into his fingers, begging for more without words, and outside the door Prowl was talking to Red Alert about the placement of security cameras and Blaster trembled all the more as Optimus flicked fingers across Blaster's most sensitive plating, actively trying, now, to make him cry out.

He didn't; he trembled almost in agony with the effort all the way until he overloaded, silently and desperately under the Prime's tormenting hands, and the sight and the knowledge and the heady feeling of power took Optimus over the edge without being touched; he kept his own silence more easily than the always-vocal Blaster, and as they both recovered Optimus brought him up so they were face-to-face, Blaster's expression a mix of satiety, lust and devotion that Prime's circuits began to heat up all over again, and he made a mental note to consider who else might let him do this. In the meantime, he retracted his battlemask and kissed his current lover's silent lips, relaxing contentedly against the closet wall. Prowl and Red Alert were walking away, but neither Prime nor Blaster made any move to leave.