kinkfest | Mates [Transformers, Grimlock/other Dinobots]

Title: Mates
Author:

yami_samuraiflo
Rating: T
Warnings: Dinobots being naughty, Slag/Sludge, implied Grimlock/all the Dinobots.
Summary: Grimlock has good reasons for disliking Optimus Prime...
Prompt: Transformers (G1) Grimlock/other Dinobots: alpha male mindset - Oh, sure, it was not as if he /minded/ that they had fun with each other too; he just wished they would wait until he was around so he could at least watch.
A/N: English isn't my first language and there's probably mistakes. Sorry.

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They were glancing at each other and they were smiling. Again. And although he couldn’t see their hands, Grimlock just knew they weren’t on their laps. By Sludge’s small whimper of pleasure, the Tyrannosaurus guessed that one of Slag’s hand was probably somewhere between the Brontosaurus‘s thighs.

Wheeljack wouldn’t be happy with them if he noticed what they were doing, and neither would be Ratchet. The two Autobots kept telling the Dinobots that making out in the Rec Room was not an acceptable behaviour. Usually, the five mechs listened to their ‘don’t you dare call us like that when there’s someone else around’ parents.

Usually.

Grimlock himself wasn’t always mindful of this rule. Not when he was too busy groping Swoop. Or Sludge. Or Snarl. Or fighting for dominance with Slag, who wasn’t always the most compliant lover.

Although he tended to avoid fighting with Slag when there were bystanders around; their relationship with the Autobots was already tense enough without accidentally injuring someone while wrestling with one of his mates.

Mates. Grimlock savored the word. All the four other Dinobots were his mates, who submitted only to him.

Aside from Slag, none ever tried to fight him. Why would they? Grimlock was the leader, Grimlock could always do whatever he wanted. If he wanted some fun, who were they to stop him, especially since they enjoyed it as much as him?

Not that they couldn’t have some fun with each other too whenever they wanted to. Grimlock didn’t mind if they did, but he really wished they wait for him to be around so he could at least watch, something Slag and Snarl forgot far too often for his tastes. At least Sludge and Swoop were always happy to provide him with a show...

Grimlock watched Sludge and Slag more carefully, one of his own hand drifting away from the table and starting to go down, sliding between his legs toward a sensible part of his plating. They were really starting to turn him on. Perhaps he should comm them and tell them to relocate their activities in a less crowned area... And perhaps he would join in... Slag wouldn’t be happy, but he doubted Sludge would mind...

Before he could talk to them, however, his comm link buzzed, and Optimus Prime’s voice made him growl. “Grimlock, the meeting is about to start. In case you forgot, your presence is needed.”

Grimlock’s optics dimmed as he remembered. Meeting. Right. His presence was mandatory, some gesture to show that despite any misgivings, Dinobots were Autobots, and that Grimlock’s authority was recognized.

The idea would have been nice... if the aforementioned meetings didn’t always have to start right when his Dinobots were starting something.

Seriously, either Grimlock had the worst luck possible or his Dinobots were trying to drive him insane. Perhaps even both.

The Tyrannosaurus grunted and looked a last time at a smirking Slag – who, Grimlock suspected, was more happy about Grimlock being forced to leave than about what he was doing – and an excited Sludge before leaving the room.

Trust the Prime to ruin his fun every single times. Now, he just had to hope that Snarl or Swoop - or even better, both of them – was enamored enough to make some ‘exercises’ later on, because he was really in the mood for some intimate contact.

And he wouldn’t be able to satiate his needs for several Earth hours because of some dumb leader.

No, Prime had no timing. And some people were wondering why Grimlock strongly disliked him...