A Forced Humbling of the Arrogant

AN: I know! I should be working on Adore Thy Master.. and I am.. really! Just.. other ideas occasionally.. get in the way!
Takes place some short time after the end of Five Servos of Doom.


A Forced Humbling of the Arrogant
by Dark Mrowlidash

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"After this is settled, you and me are going to have it out," was the last thing Optimus had said to Sentinel for a few cycles, and as time passed, Sentinel began to believe that those were just words.. that Optimus hadn't meant anything by them, and after a bit of cooling time, he'd forget all about the incident and move on.

Of course, now, standing in this abandoned storage sector of the ship, or more accurately, -cornered- in this abandoned storage sector of the ship, Sentinel realized that if anything, Optimus was just taking the time to plan out his revenge in detail.

"Sentinel," Optimus began, his optics narrowed, "you'd better defend yourself," and with that said, the red and blue bot lunged out with a punch, that the slightly frightened guard bot just barely avoided, teetering off balance into a stack of crates, causing them to topple over with a cascading set of crashes. "Optimus.. we.. you don't have to.. I.." words failed to arrange themselves into meaning as another punch came Sentinel's way.

"You don't have to be such an aftheaded idiot!" Optimus practically roared, "Do you have any idea how stupid you can be? Someone could have gotten hurt, or killed.. one of -our- Autobots, the Autobots we're sworn to protect! And why? Because all Sentinel Prime, the Elite Guard cares about, is himself! I'm fragging sick of you.. your power hungry ego trip... And I'm going to teach you the only lesson you can't ever seem to force through that thick head plating..." the words alternated between purely enraged.. and something a lot.. darker, which had Sentinel wondering just how much danger he was in. Optimus wouldn't really -hurt- him, right?

CLANG! Time spent thinking and not dodging earned Sentinel Prime a hard punch to the face. Reeling backwards, he attempted to strike in retaliation, and earned another sharp blow to the head. Optimus's punches were accurate, and withheld nothing.. the world was tilting in different directions, and Sentinel's optics were providing strange angled shots of the beating he was receiving.

"Ugh..." the battered blue bot slumped against the wall behind him, optics sliding shut.. and for a moment, the flurry of punches seemed to subside.. perhaps it was over.. perhaps..

"ARGGHKK...!" Sentinel's intakes screeched and whined as Optimus's fist connected solidly with his midsection, putting a dent in the panel, causing him to double over instantly, unhealthy sounds still wrenching themselves from his lurching systems.

Without any time spared for recovery, Optimus seized Sentinel's shoulders, and yanked him up from his half-curled position.. then shoved Sentinel hard into the wall behind him.. a harsh clang and a hissing sound.. then, momentary stillness, broken every now and then by Sentinel's protesting intakes.

"Your job as a Prime, is to -serve-, Sentinel. And you've never quite understood that. Instead, you've decided to lord your 'superiority' over the rest of us, treat us like slag while you enjoy all the praise, all the benefit. How long do you expect us--no, ME, to tolerate that? You don't know how badly I've wanted to do this.. ever since the first day you decided you -thought- you were better than everyone else..."

That dark tone again. It wouldn't have been out of place on a Decepticon. Sentinel suppressed a shiver.. then failed at suppressing one, as Optimus's strong servos clapped down on his shoulders, and forced him to kneel. Strong heat could be felt rising off Optimus's plating, his fans were running hard.. it was obvious that anger should have been the cause.. but the tingle of energy coming off his frame was a sign of.. arousal?

"Optim--", a click and slide of a panel, "What are you d.." Sentinel's shock only heightened as his words fell away, forgotten, dismissed by the brush of Optimus's cable over his lips. Fluid had already gathered at the tip, which smeared over Sentinel's protesting lips, stained them with angry lust.

"Suck," was the simply stated command. Before Sentinel could utter a complaint, Optimus thrust his hips against his mouth, quite harshly.. a warning. "It's time you learned to humble yourself, Sentinel. And you're going to do it on your knees.. with my cable down your throat."

The thick, demanding cable continued to prod against his lips, and with the pain from the earlier treatment still coursing through his circuits, and the hostility still evident in Optimus's behavior, Sentinel decided that as horrified as he was at the idea of this.. act, he was more horrified of what would happen to him if he didn't cooperate.

Sentinel's lips parted, and Optimus wasted no time in filling that yielded space with his pulsing length. The heat and slickness was overwhelming, Sentinel attempted to take it in sections, to work his way down, but Optimus had no patience for that, it seemed, intent on shoving the entirety of the cable as far as he could. Had he been human, Sentinel would have gagged, sputtered, and panicked.. instead, he just panicked, fear glowing in his optics.

"Now."

Trembling, Sentinel started to comply, tightening his lips around the intruding cable, rubbing his glossa over the underside, feeling the stiff plug twitch at his ministrations. He braced his servos on Optimus's hips, then slid rhythmically, sucking, licking, and feeling a heat forming within his own frame.. unable to avoid feeling betrayed by his body. He wasn't supposed to enjoy this... wasn't supposed to enjoy being used for pleasure.. the steady pulses of Optimus's cable, the slightly sweet taste over his glossa..

"Unnnn.." a moan escaped, mostly stifled by the cable, turning into vibration that flowed directly into the bot above him. Optimus grinned.. "That's it.. you're enjoying this.. enjoying servicing someone other than yourself.. you like putting yourself to good use.."

A pinkish blush crept over Sentinel's faceplates.. he felt so.. whorish, and for some reason this was highly appealing at the moment. Sucking Optimus with newly acquired fervor, he felt his own cable pushing at his plating... Oh.. -why- was this so good?

Optimus was lost to pleasure, rocking his hips steadily, savoring the way Sentinel submitted to him, tremors traveling through his cable and into the rest of his body.. he was so close.. with a snarl, he issued his next command.. "Rrnngh.. Swallow--every drop!"

The red and blue Prime came in a great burst, and his servicer had no opportunity to escape him.. Sentinel should have been disgusted, at the feeling of Optimus's thick fluid sliding down his throat, pooling -inside- him, mingling with the energon and oil he'd consumed earlier.. he'd been claimed.. marked.. made into a possession of the other.. and yet, Sentinel only felt a lightheaded rush of horniness that lit up every single sensor.

When Optimus pulled away at last, he smirked, as Sentinel rubbed his glossa against the walls of his mouth, intent on imprinting his flavor for as long as he could. "You're making progress.."

"Ohh.." was the only reply, as Sentinel's pelvic plating slid back, his cable rising up.. he needed attention now..

...and Optimus was.. not going to give it.

Retracting his cable, and closing his interface panels, Optimus took a few steps back, taking in the sight of Sentinel Prime, needy and unashamed, shaking and begging for release, only partially in understandable words. He slid onto his back, spreading his legs, stroking and tugging at his plug, slipping his fingers into his slick, exposed port... it wasn't enough..

"Please.. oh.. Optimus, you can't leave me like this.."

"And I didn't think you could be stupid enough to deal with Lockdown," Optimus turned away from the lust-ridden bot.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please.. I won't let my ego get the better of me again.. just please.. don't leave me.. I need you.."

"I'm not sure I believe you," Optimus spoke, glad that Sentinel couldn't see the gleeful smile on his face, and instead only had his sinister tone to go by..

"Ohhhh.. I swear! I don't know why I was being such an aft.. oh.. Optimus.. I just wanted to be a hero.. I wasn't.. thinking!" he humped his hips against nothing.. unable to calm the fiery need for overload. "But please, you have to trust me.. because I'm going to -explode-, if you don't get over here and.."

"And pin you beneath me, interface the slag out of you until you forget all about yourself and need nothing but.."

"You!" Sentinel exclaimed.

"...me," Optimus finished with another curl of those pretty, wicked lips, and then turned back to Sentinel, "..Very well."

Optimus knelt down close, leaving hardly any space between him, Sentinel, and the wall behind him, then took hold of Sentinel's legs, lifting them enough to get into position.. releasing his interface cable yet again.. he pressed the tip into Sentinel's tight port and pushed, easing in slowly, teasingly, causing the bot beneath him to make strangled, hazy protests.. "Ohh..gh.. More!"

The more coherent of the Primes complied, bucking, thrusting harshly, indenting into the hot, grabbing port.. A growl formed in Optimus's throat and he gave into his most primal desires, rocking back and forth into Sentinel with reckless passion.. This was something he'd always wanted.. to see the arrogant Elite Guard bot, humbled and whimpering before him.. that thought alone had been enough to bring him out of dreams into a startling, sticky reality.. and now.. his desires being fulfilled.. it would only be so long that he could hold onto the edge.

"Oh! Optimus! I.. Ahhh..!" Sentinel's moans of pleasure spilled forth at the same time as his overload, warm splashes of fluid lapping at their plating, continuing to spurt from the tip of Sentinel's cable. Optimus took in the sight, then thrust in a few more times.. reaching his own overload with a scream, buried as deeply into Sentinel as he could be, filling his internals yet again.

Utterly spent, both bots collapsed onto the floor into a pile of each other.. Sentinel flicked his glossa out over Optimus's cheek plate affectionately, before Optimus took hold of his chin and guided him in for a kiss..

"Mmm.. Oh.. Primus.. what did we just do.." it seemed as if Sentinel's rationality was returning to him.

"You can't deny you needed a humbling.. Sentinel.." Optimus smiled, kissing Sentinel again, this time lighter, more playfully.. "and I suppose I should be thanking you for some of the inspiration for this method.."

"What do you mean?"

"I started looking at your personal data files after you started bringing in Decepticons.. after we all became suspicious. You know.. if you're going to write rather.. descriptive logs about what you'd like Ultra Magnus to do you on his desk, and under his desk.. maybe you should consider putting a password on them."

Sentinel's blush began anew.. "..Y-you read.."

"Now's not really the time for embarrassment, is it?" Optimus pointed out deviously, and Sentinel sighed.. "Guess not.."

"And between you and me.. after I read those, I had to.. take a personal break, if you get me.. Heh.. you're not the only one who secretly enjoys being dominated. Next time.. I wouldn't mind you taking me."

"But you just slagged the hell out of--wait, next time?"

"I'm versatile," Optimus said rather cheekily, snuggling the blue bot closer to him affectionately, "And yeah, next time. There are many ways to serve, Sentinel.. and I'm going to get you acquainted with.. a lot of them."

Sentinel couldn't stifle the excited tingle in his circuits.

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End