Domestic Disturbance

Chapter 12 : Intimacy



Intimacy for Cybertronians was surprisingly simple. Physical touching produced many pleasant spark warming sensations. A gradual warm up as their over sensitive plating was teased until comfortable enough to withstand the force of another's core energy.

It all began with the spark. While it was not electricity, per say, it was similar in characteristics and sensations. The energy given off by their bright beating cores could accumulate within one's body like static, until the point where it needed to discharge in one fell swoop. Overload. This shock was both extremely pleasant and relieving at the same time, as well as the act of soaking it up within one's circuits. Each Cybertronian body was able to expand their core energy fields enough to be felt through the demal plating of another. Mixing these two fields built the charge.

A merge was similar, but far more intimate and required a trust like no other. To bare one's spark completely and allow it to mix and mingle with another's was something that few Autobot's and even Decepticons took lightly. It was a much stronger and far more satisfying overload, but the repercussions of this act were sometimes far too sticky to simply walk away from. For the briefest of moments while the two sparks were joined, a mech could really feel their partner's core. Their very being. Emotions, thoughts, desires. Nothing was a secret between the two. This ability to read each other's processors faded as soon as the sparks were pulled apart, but the lingering sensations were far too heavy for those in need of a simple stress relief. Core energy never truly dissipated from one's structure. It could be felt for days, even weeks afterwards. The very essence of another being mixed with your own. While joining the energy fields didn't leave that sensation behind, merging sparks did.

Optimus couldn't quite grasp the fact that he was about to this with a Decepticon. A merge was out of the question, but the mingling of energy fields was still an implication loaded ritual. It was still intimacy, above and beyond anything that the Prime had indulged in for a long time now.

He pinned the seeker gently to the berth, servos sliding down from his sturdy shoulders to trace over that glistening canopy. He could feel the warm blue digits of the seeker prying at the dermal plating of his cheeks. For a moment they merely explored one another. Feeling the differences between their structures and appreciating what distinguished the two as Autobot and Decepticon. Prime, fascinated with the jet's sleek wings and cockpit, Starscream still trying to figure out the riddle of the General's battle mask.

"Does this slagging thing even come off?" The jet almost whined as he was denied what was sure to be a set of warm and wanting lips beneath the plating.

"I told you I can't kiss you." Prime chuckled as he traced around the amber tinted glass.

Starscream made a small noise of disappointment and let his helm fall back into the material of the berth with a dull thud. Blue digits ceased their prying and instead wandered down to feel over the semi's chassis and windshield panes. "You'd better have damn good servos..."

Prime was about to retort when the jet tossed his head back up to kiss gently at his exposed neck. Warm glossa tracing over a particularly sensitive seem. Biting back a groan, Optimus dug his own digits into a crevice along the jet's pelvis. The sleek mech beneath him bucked in a fluid roll of his hips and an appreciative sigh was his reward.

Optimus went slowly and carefully, tracing seems and prying loose plating. Nuzzling his mask into the crook of Starscream's neck to hear the other's soft pants. The seeker's servos fanning along his back, pedes digging into the mattress as he levied himself up and closer to that warm chassis that hummed with that delicious core energy.

"Primus..." The jet purred as his sensitive wings were teased maliciously. "Just...do it already, Autobot."

"You seekers..." The semi groaned as he rested his helm against the curve of the Decepticon's canopy. "Always so fast..."

Starscream would have laughed if those clever digits didn't just sink back into his pelvic armor. His glossa slid along his bottom lip, trying to imagine what it would feel like to kiss that same area on the handsome Autobot. Or be kissed by him.

However Optimus could only keep up the lazy petting and pawing for so long. His own body begging for more then simple teasing touches. Slowly, his chassis cracked and he reached out with his core, letting his liquid energy bathe the writhing seeker beneath him.

Starscream couldn't hold back his wanton moan as his circuits suddenly flared to life. Every sensor in his structure alight and soaking up the Prime's radiant essence. But it was gentle. Slow and deliberately careful. Not like the rushing, circuit searing, pain that he felt with Megatron.

"Prime!" He reached up and grasped the Autobot's shoulders, legs hiking higher to wrap around powerful hips.

Optimus watched the twisting expressions of rapture on the pretty seeker's face. Optics dim as he road the waves that Starscream returned to him as the chassis beneath him cracked. The far more desperate energy from the Con a wonderful reward for his earlier patience. He found himself thinking perhaps this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Starscream, meanwhile, was overwhelmed. He had expected Prime to be faster. Quick and anxious to get it done and over with. But this was an uncalculated and muchly appreciated error on his part. He hadn't expected the Autobot's valiant streak to stretch into intimacy. Optimus was being careful with him. His needs taken into consideration and his body not just being used for the sake of another's selfish pleasure. This wasn't a one sided ordeal and no longer some clever scheme that he had conjured up as a means to escape. This was something entirely different. Something enjoyable on a level that wasn't just physical.

Best of all, there was no pain. If anything, he wanted it harder. Faster. Optimus had teased him into a ball of writhing, coiling, yet to be fully satisfied pleasure. He wanted more.

"I...I take it back!" Starscream gasped as Prime in turn added more force, still so careful and kind. "Y-you're nothing like him!"

He would have been thankful, but as his inflamed circuits neared that peak of pure bliss, Prime didn't have the strength of mind to find any words. His entire focus was on that beautiful mech beneath him. The one who was clawing at his back plating fitfully, the one who's jaw was dropped, glossa peeking between soft lips and sounds of pleasure. Optics a smoldering deep crimson, half shut and focused on his battle mask. The semi lowered his helm towards the other, resting his fore head against the seeker's. His own servos bracing himself against the splayed out wings as Starscream's blue ones wrapped tightly around the back of his head. He felt that warm mouth against his facial plating a moment later in a one sided kiss.

"Harder..." The jet panted between his heated kisses. "I'm not d-delicate."

Prime graciously abided. Letting his essence roar through the seeker in one fast sweep. Both lost to the overwhelming sensations and dragged head first into overload. Starscream muffling his cries of ecstasy by biting down hard on his own servo. He had never screamed his pleasure a loud before. This time wouldn't be any different. Optimus groaned his own release into the crook of the seeker's neck only seconds after.

For a moment time stood still, still suspended in their positions, basking in that post overload bliss just before exhaustion kicked in. The Autobot rolled off the jet and collapsed next to him in a tired heap, Starscream shifted to spare his wings being crunched beneath him and sat up, resting his back against the cold cell wall, curling in on himself. Prime rolled onto his front, arms crossing under his helm as a make shift pillow where he rested his chin. Both regarded each other for a moment as the reality of their situation sunk in.

However, silence was one thing Starscream could bring himself to preserve much longer. Not after what he had just felt at the hands of his enemy.

"Now what?" He asked in a perplexed tone that made the Autobot beside him tense.

Now, the pair faced the unfortunate side effects from indulging in this experiment. Prime, who had only wished to help, now felt that he had royally screwed the situation up even more. Starscream, who only wanted a means to escape, now found his new captivity to be far more acceptable then the prison back home.

"I..." Prime sat up suddenly. His limbs feeling a hundred tons heavier and processor suddenly broken in two, he moved like a puppet being dragged by invisible strings towards the door.

"I have to go..." He blurted out before slipping through the cell door.

The sound of the door locking had never echoed so loudly as it did right then. Starscream could only stare at the door in his wonder. He wasn't surprised by the Autobot's after 'face reaction. He was utterly lost in his own.

"I was mistaken." He whispered to himself, curling up tighter and trying to imagine the way those warm Autobot servos had felt only a moment ago. "You truly are nothing like Megatron."