It took Optimus a moment to steel himself. With optics off he set his fear aside. He had been created to serve his people, to give them what they needed.
He pulled on every possible power in his procesor, engadged commanding subroutines, and some of his battlefield macros, vocalizer turned into lowest setting, strength to half...
Optimus leaned forward, hand once again taking Bee's face and making him stare into his own optics.
"Who am i?" simple question to start with.
"Optimus Prime."
"Yes, in here I'm your Prime, and you will remember it or be punished, is that understood?"
"Yes, my Prime"
2 g1 - Jazz/??
The mech had been waiting for him casualy propped on the doorframe.
“Missed me so much you couldn’t wait till tomorow?
“Your dirty mouth? ALWAYS.” Jazz didn’t wait for reply as he pushed the mech to the nearest wall and mashed their lip-plates together. “Can properly frag you now.”
“First you need me to submitt to you, Sir. Instead I’ll frag you” The mech snarled but the anger in his voice had the playfull note that always made Jazz growl.
He pushed his lover to the berth and not caring about his comfort gathered his wrist up his head and grinded their pelvic platings together both armors sparking.
“No chance, too long since i could Frag you. You mind?” Jazz Purred but the question even if sounding half seriously was a constant in any casual frag he could have indulged in.
“Not really.”
3 G1 - Optimus/everyone
Jazz looked up at the distraction. What he had seen made him reset his visor, twice...
//Prowler?//
//Yes, Jazz? Though I'd apreciate you not inter...//
//Shut up for once and look up from your precious data-pad.// After a really short pause he added //And try not to glitch too hard, please.//
Jazz noticed instantly when Prowl looked up from his documents because of the heavy smell of burned circuits...
Great...//Prowl?//
//I'm... I think I am fine... merely baffled// His voice was weak and staticky... but he was talking which was good... //unless it's a new type of glitch that makes me see naked Prime...//
//We have to tell him// “Prime, you...” Jazz groaned as Prowl elbowed him
//Don’t you dare... what if.... He’s PRIME!// Jazz rolled his optics... Prowl looked and sounded terrified of the idea that they could even mention it.
“...you should wear your... mask open more often.” 4 TFP - Ratchet/Optimus
Ratchet let his field free to flow and sing with every emotion he felt, his hands mapped Optimus’s frame. From the delicious neck cables that pinched made him arch with lips open and vocalizer glitching loudly. Or the strong red arms that quivered helplessly when he dug his fingers under their armor and caressed its underside. Or the hands that when kissed caused the whole body to squirm under him.
Oh how he enjoyed the young mech coming apart at his hands. The quiet, shy noises, the body so responsive to every caress, every flicker of field.
He leaned forward and kissed Optimus’ hip, the young Prime shying away from the touch, closing his legs instinctively.
Ratchet’s field flared with arousal, unbidden, so innocent, so deliciously pure.
5 TFP - Wheeljack, Bulkhead
They cut through the swarms of Cons. Bulkhead yelling and Wheeljack silent in his dance of destruction. Bulkhead couldn’t help but watch when he caught sight of a high jump with ‘Jack. landing on some ‘Con's face.
The Eradicons swarmed around, but one spin with his sword outstretched prooved to be enough for the other fighter.
Bulkhead pushed forward, blaster heated with constant firing. There it was, the armory drone, ‘Cons were coming back to it constantly.
“I can see it!”
“Good, try to look for ours!” Wheeljack cut one of the holo’s head with precise movement.
Bulkhead slowed down his movements, still fighting, killing off the ‘Cons, but slower, deliberately looking for someone beside the Eradicons.
“Can't see him.”
“Hope we didn't kill him already, let me... Slagging con...” Well pointed shot to the head got rid of another ‘Con that attacked Wheeljack.
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1 g1 - Optimus/Bee
It took Optimus a moment to steel himself. With optics off he set his fear aside. He had been created to serve his people, to give them what they needed.
He pulled on every possible power in his procesor, engadged commanding subroutines, and some of his battlefield macros, vocalizer turned into lowest setting, strength to half...
Optimus leaned forward, hand once again taking Bee's face and making him stare into his own optics.
"Who am i?" simple question to start with.
"Optimus Prime."
"Yes, in here I'm your Prime, and you will remember it or be punished, is that understood?"
"Yes, my Prime"
2 g1 - Jazz/??
The mech had been waiting for him casualy propped on the doorframe.
“Missed me so much you couldn’t wait till tomorow?
“Your dirty mouth? ALWAYS.” Jazz didn’t wait for reply as he pushed the mech to the nearest wall and mashed their lip-plates together. “Can properly frag you now.”
“First you need me to submitt to you, Sir. Instead I’ll frag you” The mech snarled but the anger in his voice had the playfull note that always made Jazz growl.
He pushed his lover to the berth and not caring about his comfort gathered his wrist up his head and grinded their pelvic platings together both armors sparking.
“No chance, too long since i could Frag you. You mind?” Jazz Purred but the question even if sounding half seriously was a constant in any casual frag he could have indulged in.
“Not really.”
3 G1 - Optimus/everyone
Jazz looked up at the distraction. What he had seen made him reset his visor, twice...
//Prowler?//
//Yes, Jazz? Though I'd apreciate you not inter...//
//Shut up for once and look up from your precious data-pad.// After a really short pause he added //And try not to glitch too hard, please.//
Jazz noticed instantly when Prowl looked up from his documents because of the heavy smell of burned circuits...
Great...//Prowl?//
//I'm... I think I am fine... merely baffled// His voice was weak and staticky... but he was talking which was good... //unless it's a new type of glitch that makes me see naked Prime...//
//We have to tell him// “Prime, you...” Jazz groaned as Prowl elbowed him
//Don’t you dare... what if.... He’s PRIME!// Jazz rolled his optics... Prowl looked and sounded terrified of the idea that they could even mention it.
“...you should wear your... mask open more often.”
4 TFP - Ratchet/Optimus
Ratchet let his field free to flow and sing with every emotion he felt, his hands mapped Optimus’s frame. From the delicious neck cables that pinched made him arch with lips open and vocalizer glitching loudly. Or the strong red arms that quivered helplessly when he dug his fingers under their armor and caressed its underside. Or the hands that when kissed caused the whole body to squirm under him.
Oh how he enjoyed the young mech coming apart at his hands. The quiet, shy noises, the body so responsive to every caress, every flicker of field.
He leaned forward and kissed Optimus’ hip, the young Prime shying away from the touch, closing his legs instinctively.
Ratchet’s field flared with arousal, unbidden, so innocent, so deliciously pure.
5 TFP - Wheeljack, Bulkhead
They cut through the swarms of Cons. Bulkhead yelling and Wheeljack silent in his dance of destruction. Bulkhead couldn’t help but watch when he caught sight of a high jump with ‘Jack. landing on some ‘Con's face.
The Eradicons swarmed around, but one spin with his sword outstretched prooved to be enough for the other fighter.
Bulkhead pushed forward, blaster heated with constant firing. There it was, the armory drone, ‘Cons were coming back to it constantly.
“I can see it!”
“Good, try to look for ours!” Wheeljack cut one of the holo’s head with precise movement.
Bulkhead slowed down his movements, still fighting, killing off the ‘Cons, but slower, deliberately looking for someone beside the Eradicons.
“Can't see him.”
“Hope we didn't kill him already, let me... Slagging con...” Well pointed shot to the head got rid of another ‘Con that attacked Wheeljack.
ETA: Posted one fragment twice :D