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I lean in closer, my breath warm against his face, the tension in the air thickening with every passing second. Prime's expression shifts from confusion to a mix of apprehension and intrigue, his blue optics locking onto mine as if searching for a way out, yet something in his gaze betrays a flicker of curiosity.
"You see, Prime," I continue, my voice low and sultry, "you've always been so serious, so focused on the mission. But sometimes, a little distraction can be... invigorating." I let my fingers trail lightly along the edge of his armor, feeling the cool metal beneath my touch, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from our proximity.
He swallows hard, his throat working as he processes my words. "Megatron, this isn't—"
"Isn't what?" I interrupt, my tone playful yet firm. "Isn't appropriate? Or perhaps you mean to say it isn't what you expected? Because I assure you, Prime, I thrive on the unexpected." I lean back slightly, giving him a teasing smile, relishing the way his body tenses beneath me.
"You're playing a dangerous game," he warns, though the slight tremor in his voice suggests he’s not entirely opposed to the idea.
"Ah, but isn't that what makes it so thrilling?" I counter, my grin widening. "You and I, locked in this battle of wits and wills. It’s almost poetic, wouldn’t you say?" I shift my weight, pressing down just enough to remind him of my dominance, the playful challenge hanging in the air between us.
He narrows his eyes, a flicker of determination igniting within him. "You think you can just toy with me like this?"
"Toy with you?" I echo, feigning innocence. "Oh, Prime, I’m not just toying. I’m offering you an experience—a chance to let go of that heavy burden you carry. Just for a moment." I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his audial as I whisper, "Let me show you how much fun we can have together."
His breath hitches, and I can feel the tension in his body shift, the fight within him wavering. "Megatron, this is—"
"Deliciously reckless?" I finish for him, pulling back to meet his gaze once more. "Exactly. So, what do you say? Are you ready to embrace the chaos?"
I gently lift Prime's chin with my finger, forcing him to meet my gaze. His blue optics, usually so fierce and commanding, flicker with a mix of confusion and defiance. "Now everyone will see the mighty Optimus Prime fall," I taunt, my voice low and dripping with mockery. The weight of my words hangs in the air, a challenge that reverberates between us.
He fights against my hold on his wrists, muscles tensing as he tries to break free. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, a stark contrast to the coldness of the room. I lean in a bit closer, drawn to the intensity of the moment, the thrill of having him so close. My hand brushes against his hips, and I can feel him stiffen under my touch, a reaction that sends a jolt of electricity through me.
I quietly slide open my interface panel to reveal my spike. His eyes widen in surprise, and I can't help but smirk. "Relax, Prime," I say as I unfasten his panel. He flushes and starts to ease up. I position my spike right at his valve and gently push it in. Prime's eyes grow even wider, and a soft moan escapes him.
I begin to move slowly, savoring every sensation as I thrust into Prime. His valve clenches around me, hot and tight, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my circuits. I watch his face intently, drinking in every micro-expression - the way his brow furrows, the slight parting of his lips, the flicker of his optics as they struggle to stay focused.
"That's it," I murmur, my voice husky with desire. "Let go, Prime. Show me what you've been holding back all this time."
He tries to stifle another moan, but it escapes anyway, a low, rumbling sound that vibrates through both our frames. His hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting my thrusts with increasing urgency. I can feel his resolve crumbling, replaced by raw need and desire.
I increase my pace, driving into him harder and deeper.
Prime's resistance finally shatters completely. His head falls back with a groan of surrender, exposing the sensitive cables of his neck. I can't resist - I lean in and bite down, eliciting a cry of mingled pain and pleasure from my captive.
His legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, silently begging for more.
"That's it, Optimus," I growl, relishing his surrender. "Let me hear you."
My words seem to unlock something within him. Prime's vocalizer fills the room with a symphony of pleasure - gasps, moans, and broken attempts at my name. His valve ripples around my spike, drawing me in deeper with each thrust.
I can feel the charge building between us, crackling across our plating like lightning. Prime's fingers dig into my arms, leaving dents in the metal as he clings to me. His optics flare bright, almost white with intensity as overload approaches. I can feel my own overload approaching, but I'm determined to make Prime fall apart first.
I shift my angle, hitting a cluster of sensors deep inside him. Prime's whole body jerks, his back arching off the berth. "Oh Primus!" he gasps, optics flickering wildly.
For a moment, we remain locked together, our systems running hot, cooling fans whirring. I look down at Prime, taking in his flushed face and dazed expression. A mix of satisfaction and something deeper, more complicated, twists in my spark.
"Well, well," I murmur, slowly withdrawing from him. "It seems even the great Optimus Prime has his weaknesses."
Prime's optics flash, a hint of his usual fire returning. "This changes nothing, Megatron," he growls, a hint of blush beginning to show on his face. With one quick movement, he flips me over, pinning me down to the berth.
I'm caught off guard by Prime's sudden display of strength, my processor still hazy from our intense interface. He looms over me, his powerful frame casting a shadow across my chest. Despite my earlier bravado, I feel a thrill of excitement course through my circuits. "You're still weak, Prime."
"Is that so?" Prime rumbles, his voice deep and resonant. His optics burn into mine, filled with a mixture of desire and determination. "I think you'll find I'm full of surprises."
Before I can retort, he captures my lips in a searing kiss, effectively silencing me. His hands roam my frame, finding sensitive seams and transformation joints with unerring accuracy. I can't suppress a groan as he teases my still-pressurized spike.
"My turn," Prime whispers against my audio receptor, sending a shiver down my spinal strut. He positions himself over me, valve hovering tantalizingly close to my spike.
I watch, transfixed, as Prime slowly lowers himself onto my spike. The tight heat of his valve engulfs me once more, drawing a deep moan from my vocalizer. Prime's optics flicker with pleasure as he takes me in completely, his hands braced against my chest for support.
"Optimus," I growl, my hands moving to grip his hips. But Prime catches my wrists, pinning them above my head with surprising strength.
"No touching," he commands, a hint of his authoritative Prime voice bleeding through. "You had your turn. Now you'll take what I give you."
The unexpected dominance sends a surge of arousal through my systems. Prime begins to move, rising and falling on my spike with agonizing slowness. Each movement is deliberate, calculated to drive me to the brink of madness.
I struggle against Prime's grip, my circuits burning with the need to touch him, to regain control. But he holds firm, a slight smirk playing at the corners of his mouth as he continues his torturously slow pace.
"Impatient, are we?" Prime teases, his voice husky with desire. He clenches his valve around my spike, drawing a strangled moan from my vocalizer.
"Damn you, Prime," I snarl, bucking my hips in an attempt to increase the friction. But he simply rises with my movement, denying me the satisfaction I crave.
Prime leans down, his face mere inches from mine. "I thought you wanted to see my weaknesses, Megatron," he purrs. "Perhaps you should be more careful what you wish for."
His words send a shiver through my frame, and I can't help but be impressed by this unexpected side of Prime. He's always been a formidable opponent on the battlefield, but this... this is something else entirely.
Prime begins to pick up the pace, his movements becoming more urgent as he rides me. The sight of him above me, optics blazing with passion and control, is almost too much to bear. I strain against his grip, desperate to touch him, to pull him closer, but he remains unyielding.
"Optimus," I groan, my voice thick with static. "Please..."
He smiles, a predatory gleam in his optics. "Please what, Megatron? Tell me what you want."
I grit my denta, pride warring with desire. But as Prime grinds down particularly hard, pleasure wins out.
"Please... let me touch you," I manage to rasp out, my vocalizer strained with need.
Prime considers for a moment, his hips never ceasing their maddening rhythm. "Very well," he says at last, releasing my wrists. "But remember who's in control here."
The instant my hands are free, I grab Prime's hips, pulling him down harder onto my spike. He lets out a surprised gasp that quickly morphs into a deep moan of pleasure. My fingers dig into his seams, exploring every inch of his frame I can reach.
Prime leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of my helm. The new angle sends jolts of electricity through my circuits with each thrust. I can feel the charge building between us again, crackling across our plating.
"Megatron," Prime groans, his composure finally starting to slip. "You feel... incredible."
"As do you, Prime," I growl, my voice thick with static. I trail my hands up his sides, savoring the way his armor trembles beneath my touch. My fingers find a particularly sensitive transformation seam and I dig in, eliciting a sharp cry from my rival.
Prime's pace falters for a moment before he redoubles his efforts, riding me with an intensity that threatens to short-circuit my processors. His field flares against mine, a maelstrom of desire and need that mirrors my own.
I arch up into him, chasing that exquisite friction. My cooling fans are roaring, barely able to keep up with the heat our frames are generating. Warnings flash across my HUD, but I dismiss them without a second thought. Nothing matters now except this - Prime and I, locked together in the most intimate of dances.
"Close," Prime pants, his optics flickering.
"Me too," I manage to groan, my vocalizer crackling with static.
I can feel the charge building between us, arcing across our plating in brilliant blue sparks. My hands scrabble at Prime's back, seeking purchase as the pleasure mounts to nearly unbearable levels.
Prime leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. Our optics lock, blue meeting red in a moment of startling intimacy. For a nanoklik, the war and all its bitter history falls away. We are simply two mechs, two sparks reaching for each other across the void.
"Megatron," Prime whispers, his voice thick with emotion.
That does it. Overload crashes through me like a supernova, whiting out my vision and sending electricity crackling through every circuit. I cry out, my back arching off the berth as ecstasy overwhelms me.
Prime follows me over the edge moments later, his frame shuddering against mine as he finds his own release. His deep groan of pleasure reverberates through my chassis, prolonging the exquisite sensations coursing through me.
For several long moments, we lie tangled together, cooling fans whirring as our systems slowly return to normal. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and hot metal. I can feel Prime's spark pulsing against mine, our frequencies slowly syncing as the overload fades.
Eventually, Prime lifts his head to look at me, his optics soft with post-interface bliss. "That was..."
"Intense," I finish for him, a rare smile tugging at my lips.
The room falls silent again as I look away nervously. I know Prime is supposed to be a prisoner, but now he feels like something... more. Especially after the interface session we just had.
"Megatron, look at me," Prime says softly.
I can't meet his gaze, knowing what he'll see there - the desire, the longing, the weakness I've kept hidden all these millennia.
"I said look at me," he commands.
I finally relent, forcing myself to meet his optics. The tenderness I find there takes my breath away.
"Optimus, I..." My voice trails off, uncertain how to articulate the turmoil of emotions churning inside me.
"Shh," Prime murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly over my cheek. "I know. I feel it too."
He leans in, capturing my lips in a gentle kiss. It's different from before - slower, sweeter, more intimate.
Prime pulls back after a moment, a small smile on his face. "We'll figure this out, Megatron," he promises. "Together."
My spark thrills at the word, a glimmer of hope igniting within me. Perhaps, with Prime by my side, there's a chance we can finally find a way to bring peace to Cybertron - and ourselves.