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He was so exciting to look at, and that’s what made Jazz want him in the first place. The white ninja was not, by any means, in love with the fire truck known as Optimus Prime, but he was too funky and cool to pass up, even for a night. The only problem with the Prime was his self-esteem: he had none. Something had happened, Jazz figured, something that had made the young Prime so distant and unsure about relationships in any form.

But at the same time, Jazz was truly in love with another. One of Optimus Prime’s mechs, to be precise. Jazz wanted to be with the dark ninja, Prowl, more than anything. Not just to interface the Pit out of him, but because they had just enough in common to be perfect together.

This was easy, and Jazz had done it a million times before, what was one more? He walked slowly toward the Prime, who was busy writing a report for Ultra Magnus. Optimus didn’t notice the Elite Guard standing before him until Jazz leaned forward, both hands slipping slowly toward his own and rested them on Prime’s wrist.

Optimus looked up, surprised by the sudden contact and tried to ask Jazz what the problem was. But the words never escaped his mouth. Jazz leaned in even closer and whispered an invitation into his audio: “Meet me in the park, east side by the tree stump, in ten breems."

Jazz slid back, removing his hand from Prime’s wrist and walked off with a little swing in his hips. Optimus stared as the white ninja sauntered off, shocked by what he’d just been ordered to do. Optimus was not one for subtle little hints such as this; he needed far more clarification than soft, whispered words. But the message had been solid enough, and so, he found himself at the east side of the park ten breems later, waiting next to the tree stump for Jazz.

The sun hung low in the sky, slowly diminishing away when Jazz finally arrived. He transformed only feet away from the waiting Prime, taking time to admire the bright colors and the light against his boxier body. It turned him on so hard; Jazz wanted this night to be perfect.

Walking slowly up to Optimus, Jazz looked up at the taller, bigger ‘bot and placed both hands on Prime’s chest. Optimus reacted exactly the way Jazz expected and tried to push him off, hoping for an explanation first.

“Wait…Jazz, hold it,” he said, “I don’t und—mmf!” Jazz, clearly, was not in the mood to talk. Before Optimus could finish his sentence, Jazz pushed himself up and pressed his lips against Optimus’. Despite being so scared and still unsure, Optimus melted into the kiss willingly. This was what he’d always wanted, was it not? To be loved and accepted, to have his fear of rejection dissipate in the arms of another. And here it was, in the form of Jazz, his strong arms wrapped around Optimus, kissing him passionately, his glossa slipping into his mouth, tasting the young Prime before breaking the kiss and whispering,

“The tree stump. Sit down.”

“Why?” Optimus asked. Jazz chuckled and rolled his optics behind his bright visor. Clearly Optimus had never been to a bar back on Cybertron. He pushed the Prime backwards until Optimus’ legs knocked against the tree stump and fell to his aft to prevent himself from tripping and falling over it. Jazz smiled as he looked at his toy, then pushed Optimus’ legs apart slightly.

“Wait. WAIT,” Optimus protested, trying to be more firm, “Jazz, I don’t think we should do this. I mean, isn’t this considered unprofessional and—holy Primus! Whoa!” Jazz, bored with talking already, turned around and wiggled his aft inches above Prime’s lap. Whatever he was going to say was suddenly lost as he stared with longing at the white, clean aft in his face, but just before he could reach up and touch it, Jazz spun around and climbed on top of him. The white ninja began to thrust his hips at Prime, sending sexual hints towards Optimus, who could only watch in disbelief.

Jazz loved watching Optimus’ face with each thrust if his hips, and began to tease his toy even more by gently brushing his body against Prime’s. He sprinkled little kisses on the Prime's face as he danced upon his lap, sneaking in little moans of pleasure as he worked the Prime into an even more excited state. Minutes flew by as Jazz got closer, nearly pushing himself against the larger mech until Optimus suddenly cried out in a wave of pleasure.

“Jazz,” he moaned, “I can't…I can’t wait much… unh!! ...longer…please…!” Jazz grinned wickedly, excited that his prey wanted it so badly. Slipping his hand down, he blindly searched for Optimus lap and began to stroke at the plating. Optimus gasped and retracted to reveal his plug, wet and ready for interfacing. Jazz slid back his own plating and gently eased himself over Optimus’ plug with his own wet, excited port.

They snapped together and instantly, wave after wave of pleasure began to course between them. Jazz began to bounce on the Prime’s lap, gasping in pleasure as the Prime roughly grabbed his slender white hips and began to bounce Jazz over his plug himself. The two continued on for what was considered far too short a time before they both hit overload, screaming wordlessly at the darkening sky above them. Jazz threw his arms around Optimus’ neck, gasping and cycling air though his overheated vents violently. Optimus mimicked the gesture, and the two sat there for a cycle or two, silent, satisfied and very, very happy in each others' arms.

...Until Jazz climbed off the Prime’s lap and began to walk off without a word. Optimus watched him walk away without a word, then got to his feet shakily. He ran after the little white ninja, caught his arm and gasped,

“Wait. Where are you going?” Jazz pushed Prime’s hand off and answered,

“Damn, kid, you don’t know anythin’, do ya? We’re done. S’over.”

“Over?” repeated Optimus, starting to tremble, “You mean…this was a…a…”

“One time thing? Yeah, baby. I already got a sweetheart in my function, but Prime, you’re too hot to not ‘face. That was awesome, you loved it.”

“But…I don’t…Jazz, how could you do this to me?!”

“Easily. You were there, you know. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I gotta hot piece o’ aft back in the city that needs some love from the Jazz-man. See ya, Prime.” Jazz walked off, not caring in the least that he had just destroyed Prime’s spark. It was just the way he was, the ninja had had a lot of experience breaking sparks back on Cybertron. Optimus watched him go, trying hard to repress the knot in his chest from shattering into a million little bits, but Jazz wasn’t even a mile away before Optimus Prime dropped to his knees, holding his head in his trembling hands as he sobbed.

“No…” he whimpered pathetically, “no…why Primus? Why are you doing this to me? Why do you hate me so much!?”

Optimus slammed his fists into the earth, angry at himself for being so stupid. He remained there for a cycle or two, hunched over and sobbing before his spark lurched in his chest. Optimus had never been someone to worry about, but now he needed someone, anyone to listen to him and hear what he had to say.

He knew it would never happen, regrettably. Ultra Magnus wouldn’t listen, Ratchet would tell him Jazz was an aft-head and to confront him, Bumblebee was too young to be told about this, Bulkhead wouldn’t know what to do, and Prowl was probably going to be fucked by the bastard very soon. Sentinel hated Optimus, as he had pretty much let everyone know the moment he landed on earth and the only other Cybertronian Optimus loved dearly hated him for abandoning her.

No one loved him, he realized, he didn’t even like himself remotely. So what was the point anymore? Why try going on to the next day when no one cared even a tiny bit? Optimus sighed, and still trembling, made the decision right there to end his function. He had nothing and no one to live for, so what did it matter?

Optimus pulled his axe out from his subspace and opened his spark chamber. He held it high above his head, ready to strike himself and end his function forever when his comm. beeped for his attention. He tried to ignore it, tried to prepare himself for the end, but the beeping continued, so he lowered the axe and answered dully,

“Hello.”

“Optimus, I need that report of yours for Ultra Magnus,” Sentinel Prime’s voice came through. Optimus dropped the axe on the ground and pressed his free hand against his face.

“Oh…right. Right. Yeah. Sure, I…it’s back at the base. I…uh…just give me a few breems.”

“I need it NOW, Optimus. Or do you not care about the future of the Autobots?”

“How is that idiotic report going to be a deciding factor in our future!?” Optimus snapped angrily, “I write the same scrap every day and every day I try to tell you idiots what’s really going on out there! But do you listen? NO! Because you’re all better than we are, aren’t you! Well guess what Sentinel, you and Magnus aren’t getting any more reports from me! It’s over, I’m done!”

Optimus disconnected the call and grabbed his axe, this time very ready to end his function. But as he brought it down, his comm. beeped again, this time just inches before his axe penetrated his hurting spark. He didn’t want to answer it, he really didn’t. Yet for some reason, he dropped the axe again and answered roughly,

“WHAT!?”

The other end of the line was silent for a moment, but then Sentinel asked quietly,

“Um…are you okay, Optimus? Did something happen?” Optimus snorted angrily and growled,

“I’m FINE. Now leave me alone.”

“Wait! Optimus, hold it,” Sentinel said a little too quickly, “what’s going on? Where are you?” Optimus sighed and answered sadly,

“It doesn’t matter, Sentinel. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Clearly there is, Optimus. What’s wrong?” For the first time in a very, very, very long time, Sentinel sounded like…Sentinel again. He was suddenly Optimus’ best friend again, and he was concerned. Optimus, torn over the flood of emotions twisting in his spark, dropped the axe to the ground a second time, as well as dropped to his knees and began to sob again. Sentinel listened to his old friend as he, unbeknownst to Optimus, drove out of his ship to track Optimus’ signal.

Once he found where Prime was, he was careful to not make too much noise as he went toward him. He decided the best way to keep Optimus distracted was to ask more questions.

“Optimus, what happened? You can tell me, I promise I won’t—um…I won’t be an aft about it.” Optimus did not answer right away. He remained silent for a few minutes, trying hard to tell himself that this wasn’t happening, that Sentinel didn’t care about him, and that he needed to commit suicide right NOW. He didn’t want to share his feelings, he didn’t want to hurt anyone else, although Optimus was sure there would be a party to celebrate his demise later the next day. He sighed and finally answered Sentinel,

“It’s time for me to go, Sentinel. Don’t worry about me. Just make sure my men are taken care of, all right?”

“What are you talking about, Optimus? Where are you going?”

“Home,” Optimus answered. As soon as he’d said it, he could hear Sentinel’s tires speeding up insanely.

“Are…are you on your way here?!” He yelled into the comm., suddenly realizing that the blue truck had been driving all this time, “don’t you dare do this, Sentinel! Don’t do this to me!” Optimus returned to his feet, grabbed his axe and swung at his spark.

It all happened too fast for him to understand right away, but the axe never smashed his spark. It had been snatched from his hands and thrown into the lake several hundred yards away. Before it hit the water, Optimus found himself pinned to the ground by a strong pair of arms and legs. His head hurt, and his vision was so blurred by his earlier sobbing that Optimus was unable to make out the face of the mech holding him down, although he knew exactly who it was.

“No…” he whimpered, “No…Sentinel, don’t do this. Please, just let me do this…I don’t want to keep going. Just let me die…”

“Optimus,” Sentinel whispered, “Why? What happened? I’m not letting you do this, you hear me? I’m not going to let you end your function. I’m here, you can tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t,” Optimus growled, his anger starting to return, “You’d never believe me. Just let me go!” He attempted to push Sentinel off, but the blue truck proved he was just as strong as he was stubborn. They struggled on the ground for a few minutes before Optimus gave up trying. He was too drained emotionally to continue, and he finally just let Sentinel hold him down.

“Optimus, tell me what’s wrong,” Sentinel tried again, “I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong. I’ll believe you no matter what you say.” Optimus rolled his optics and growled,

“Why do you care? Since when have you ever cared? When did—oh Primus.” Optimus stopped suddenly as he stared out over Sentinel’s shoulder. They had a guest, a very angry, betrayed, beautiful guest. Sentinel looked down at Optimus and asked,

“’Oh Primus’ what? What are you—” He stopped as well, seeing a dull reflection of the new arrival in Optimus’ shoulder. He jumped up and drew out his sword and shield, ready to battle the stranger before it could harm them.

“Who are you?” he said, hiding his shaky fear rather well, “What do you want?” The terrifying, lovely figure smiled and narrowed her eyes, then answered coldly,

“Why Sentinel, sweetie, don’t you remember your old friend? We used to love each other so much.” Sentinel laughed and retorted,

“The only femme I ever loved is off-line, freak. Don’t you dare try to mess with my head, you…what are you, anyways?” He raised his sword, afriad the creature would strike.

“Sentinel, wait!” Optimus cried as he jumped up, “Don’t hurt her. This is…this is…”

“A freak, I know!” Sentinel yelled, "Get back so I can kill it!” The creature laughed harshly, yet so very familiar…Sentinel gave himself a moment of thought. He knew that voice, he had to…where has he last heard it? Seconds ticked by before Optimus said,

“Sentinel, this is…”

“Shush!” the creature hissed at him, “I want him to guess on his own, Optimus.”

Perhaps it was hearing her say the name, but something inside Sentinel snapped, and he knew who he was looking at.

“El…Elita? Elita One? Is that…oh Primus…Oh holy Primus! Elita! You’re online!” Sentinel dropped his weapons to reach out and embrace her, but she had other plans. With a sharp hiss, she attacked and dug her pincers into his chest, stealing his strength this time. She knocked him over roughly and proceeded to advance on Optimus, who decided not to fight her. One punch to the face and he was down, and he didn’t care.

Sentinel, amazingly enough, sat up and held his head in his hands, trying to fully understand the situation.

“Elita,” he groaned, “what…what happened to you?”

“My name,” she spat poisonously, “is no longer Elita One. It’s Blackarachnia now, Sentinel. Don’t you dare try to take me back after you abandoned me.”

“I never…I never abandoned you, Elita!” Sentinel cried, ignoring her new name, “I tried to go in after you! I wanted to rescue you! Optimus held me back, he wouldn’t let me!”

“You would have died,” Optimus answered quietly as he stood back up, “I thought you had been off lined, Blackarachnia. Sentinel, she tried using her power on those giant spiders. Turns out it made her half-organic. I was unable to pick up her energy signature because of it, and that’s why I didn’t let you go in. I thought we had lost her.”

“And so neither of you decided to come after me, even to find my off lined body, hmm?” Blackarachnia hissed, “Because you just didn’t care enough. Am I correct?”

“Elita,” Sentinel sobbed, “I…I wanted to go after you, I would have died with you if that’s what it came down to. But Optimus wouldn’t let me go!”

“We would have all died if I’d let you do that, Sentinel,” Optimus answered, “and you know it.”

“So your life is more important than mine was, is that how it is?” Blackarachnia growled, growing angrier by the minute, “I see how it is. You don’t love—“

“I WAS GOING TO MARRY YOU!” Sentinel roared, finally finding the strength to get to his feet, “I was going to ask for your hand! I still want to marry you! I don’t care if you’re half-organic, Elita! I still love you! I love both of you!”

The shocked silence surrounding them was deafening. Blackarachnia stood with her arms dropped to her sides, a painfully, genuinely surprised expression written on her strange face. Optimus’ jaw hung open in the same disbelief. Even Sentinel, who had said it, looked almost sick to his stomach. Then, he did what he’d done ever since Elita had been lost.

“It’s his fault, Elita. It’s Optimus’ fault, and we both know it.” Optimus said nothing, but the knot in his spark returned for another bout of repression practice. He tried hard to fight all the horrible emotions coursing though his body, but as he listened to Sentinel blame him for everything (‘and why not?’ he thought, ‘this is all my fault,’) Optimus suddenly crashed to his knees, unable to take any more of what Primus was throwing at him. Sentinel and Blackarachnia turned their attention to the fallen mech. He hid his face in his hands, sobbing once again and feeling like the weakest thing that had ever been sparked.

“Get up, Optimus,” Sentinel huffed, “come on. NOW.” Optimus didn’t listen. Blackarachnia kicked his side, but still Optimus refused to get up.

“I think he’s lost it,” she said to Sentinel, her voice softened and sweet, “what was going on before you two noticed me?”

“I…I think he was going to end his function,” Sentinel replied, sadness clearly evident in his optics, “Elita, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for what happened, and…and I know Optimus is too. When we went home, he just…slipped. His grades plummeted; he dropped out of school and just disappeared for a while. I was horrible to him, and…I shouldn’t have been. We…I…we’re both so sorry.” Blackarachnia stared at her old friend, feeling pity for someone else for the first time since the accident. Sighing, she leaned in and hugged Sentinel, then knelt down and said to Optimus,

“I’m sorry for being so nasty, Optimus. But you can understand why I was, don’t you?” Optimus nodded and answered,

“Of course I do. You have every…every right to be furious. If…if it will make you feel better, then you may take your revenge on me. Offline me, beat me, hand me over to the Decepticons. Whatever you want, Elita.”

The way he whispered her name, how sincere he was to offer his life to her, it helped her. It saved her. Blackarachnia wrapped her freakish arms around Optimus and whispered,

“I could never do such a thing, Optimus. I know how sorry you are. I just never wanted to believe it. I guess we’re all caught up in our own little tragedies, aren’t we?”

Sentinel nodded slightly, then kneeled down to join the hug. It was the most bizarre reunion ever, but it wasn’t over yet. Not even close.

The three sat together, each amazed that this was happening, really, REALLY happening, and they were the loving trio again. Their teachers back on Cybertron had been fascinated by the relationship of three, it being something that had not been resurrected so openly after the war. Yet here they were, holding each other the way they used to before the accident, before they went their very separate ways.

“Elita”, Sentinel whispered, “I’ve missed you so much.”

“And I you,” Blackarachnia smiled back, “And I’ve missed you too, Optimus.”

“Blackarachnia, Sentinel,” Optimus started, “I’m so sorry for everything that happened. I’ve missed you both so much. I miss the conversations we had, and the trouble we always got into. You two were my world, my family. Losing you was the most horrible thing to ever happen to me. I can’t believe we’re all back together again.” He squeezed them closer, to feel them, to know this was real. At any moment Optimus could wake up, and the dream he’d had for so many stellar cycles would come to an end once again.

But he did not wake up, and it did not end. He was here with them, they were here with him. It was a miracle that had been a long time sitting dormant in their sparks. They were silent for a while, until Blackarachnia pulled herself away from the embrace and looked Sentinel in the optics.

“Are you telling the truth when you say you would still marry me? Even with this disgusting organic half of me?”

“Yeah,” added Optimus, “I thought you hated organic life.” Sentinel looked away sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, trying to find the right words to explain himself.

“I, uh…that’s not entirely true, guys,” he started nervously, “I…I kind of find organic…stuff kinda, you know….pretty. Like, I really, really like it. But I had to keep my love of it under wraps because of Ultra Magnus, you know? You have to be tough and strong to be in the Elite Guard, and some guys there consider it a ‘femme’ thing if you like plants and whatever. So I kept my like of it a secret.”

“So,” Optimus said slowly, “all that ‘organic infestation’ stuff—“

“Me being an aft. Yup.” Sentinel smiled nervously. “Do you hate me for it?” Optimus felt the tiniest of smiles tugging at his lips before he looked up at Sentinel and answered,

“Not as much as I thought I would, Senti—”

“Optimus,” the blue truck interrupted, “I love you. I’m sorry I’ve been such an aftheaded idiot. Ever since you dropped out and left, I couldn’t recharge, I couldn’t consume energon, I couldn’t think. I wanted you to come back so badly, but my pride got in the way. I should have chased after you; I should have knocked some sense into you. I’m so sorry I let you go. I didn’t…I didn’t know you were hurting so badly. Don’t hurt yourself, please?”

Optimus was silent again, his already broken spark growing weaker and more exhausted by the minute. He off lined his optics to think, thankful for the silence that his old friends kept as they waited patiently for his answer. Finally, after he’d pondered what needed to be considered, he answered,

“I…I don’t want to, Sentinel. I really don’t. But I can’t promise anything. I’m sorry, to you both.” Sentinel, who wasn’t going to take this as an answer, stomped over to Optimus, grabbed his arms to pull him up and smacked him across the face. Optimus stumbled backwards and pressed a hand to his stinging cheek with a disbelieving, shocked look on his face. Blackarachnia stepped back as well, just as surprised by the attack. But before she could berate Sentinel for it, he stepped forward and threw his arms around Optimus. Their lips connected for the first time since before the accident, and it was a complete shock for Optimus, whose legs nearly gave out beneath him.

Sentinel held his friend up, leaning in closer, making the kiss deeper and more intimate than he’d planned. Optimus didn’t know what to do…his spark was racing; it was panicking and flashing him warning signs. ‘Don’t let this happen again’, it screamed at him, ‘don’t let another take advantage of your vulnerable need for acceptance!’

Optimus listened this time, and he managed to push Sentinel away from him. The blue truck held his arms out, surprised by the connection being broken so abruptly.

“Optimus,” he said softly, “what’s wrong? This is what we’ve wanted for so long…what happened tonight? Why are you being so distant?” Blackarachnia tried to rest a hand on Optimus’ arm, but he stepped away from them and answered,

“I can’t. I’m sorry, I can’t do this.”

“Why NOT!?” Sentinel yelled, truly upset, “Optimus, tell me what happened. Did someone hurt you? You can tell me.”

“You’d never believe me,” Optimus answered.

“Try me,” Sentinel said, “Just say it.” The fire truck, finally out of options and not really in the mood to hide his pain anymore, turned back around to face them both and answered reluctantly,

“It was…it was Jazz, okay? He used me. When I was working on the report, he came over and told me to meet him in the park, and we…we kind of…you know. Then he just left. I tried to figure it out, and he said it was just a one-time thing, he had someone else back in the city. I didn’t…I didn’t expect it to happen like that, and I guess all the stuff I’ve been trying to repress finally hit me after he left.”

“So you were going to kill yourself?”

“Wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t end my function, no. I’d talk to someone about it.” Optimus responded,

“And how does someone who has had no one suddenly find a listening audio? I don’t have anyone who would listen without telling me it’s my fault. I’m sorry, but it’s not like you were there to lend me that listening audio. Or anyone for that matter. I keep getting blamed for all this scrap—Pit, Cybertron could blow up while I’m in recharge or stasis lock and someone would still pin it on me!:

Sentinel was silent; he knew it was true. There were some ‘bots that were loved by all, and there were some that weren’t given a break. Optimus was part of the latter group, and Sentinel himself had made him part of it. But he was truly sorry, and wanted to make it up to his old friend.

“Optimus, I’m sorry Jazz did this tonight. He’s a really…cool guy, but he tends to be a bit of a…what’s that word humans use? Player. If he sees something he likes, he’ll fuck it. It’s horrible, but it’s part of who he is. I’m sorry.”

“…Thank you,” Optimus said quietly. The doubts that had surfaced this evening were fading so fast, everything about tonight was shocking. Then, Sentinel took it one step further.

“Elita, Optimus, I want us to be the crazy trio again. I want us to do the things we did before, talk the way we used to, love each other the way we always did…starting tonight.” Both Optimus and Blackarachnia’s optics grew wide in surprise; only she smiled a wicked little smile.

“Yes,” said Blackarachnia, “I’d like that. After all this time, after so many stellar cycles of being a freak that not even Megatron would touch, I think I’d like that very much.” They both looked to Optimus for his approval, but he shook his head and put up both hands as he said,

“No…no, I can’t. Not tonight. Shouldn’t…shouldn’t we wait a while? I mean, we’ve just forgiven each other and started talking again. Don’t you think we should—hey!” Blackarachnia lunged forward and grabbed his wrists, pulling herself up to kiss his cheek. She gave him her most pouty face, which wasn’t as convincing as it had once been and whispered seductively,

“Please…I need this. You need it, we all need it.” But Optimus pushed her off and said,

“Blackarachnia, I love you, I really do. You’re the most amazing femme in the universe. That’s why I can’t do this yet…I want to get to know you…REALLY know you, before I do anything to you.” She smiled sadly and answered,

“You’re such a sweetie. I know you respect me, but please, let’s do this.” Again she was met with reluctance. Sentinel, who had grown tired of waiting, walked off when they weren’t paying attention and returned with vines he’d found in the nearby trees. Blackarachnia saw him just in time to push herself away from Optimus as Sentinel grabbed Optimus’ arm and tie a vine tightly around his wrist.

“Sentinel—what the frag are you doing!?” Optimus yelled, shocked by what his friend was doing, “don’t you dare—!” He never finished the sentence, because at that moment, Blackarachnia spat out her webbing, carefully wrapping it around Optimus/ left ankle, then his other wrist. Sentinel tied down the Prime’s other ankle, then drove his sword down to the hilt into the dirt, where he looped the vine and webbing around the handle until Optimus was unable to struggle so freely.

“Ooh, now this looks like fun,” Blackarachnia growled excitedly, “I’m looking forward to this.” She licked her lips and knelt down beside the tied mech, placing gentle kisses on his face as he squirmed.

“Bla—Black—araac…nia, stop! Wait! I don’t—mmf!” She pressed her lips against his, and he suddenly looked into her optics, remembering how much he loved the way her lips felt against his, how she tasted when the mood took her. She was so perfect, so lovely, whether she believed it or not. Sentinel watched them melt into each other’s kisses, taking note that Optimus was struggling much less now.

“Let me go,” Optimus gasped as he broke away from a particularly wonderful kiss, “I want to hold you!”

“Not yet, sweetie, I want us to play first.” Sentinel stepped in and added,

“Oh, yeah. This should be fun.”

“You two are ridiculous, you know that?” Optimus glared, “This is insane. What if Ultra Magnus catches us? What if the Decepticons or the humans see us?”

“That’s part of the fun, now, isn’t it?” Blackarachnia chuckled. She slowly kissed Optimus’ neck, sneaking in quick, harmless little bites every so often, while her hand reached down and began to play with his crotch plating. Optimus gasped again as arousal built up in his body. He began to struggle against the vines and webbing again, desperate to break free and love the femme he’d always loved. His hips backed when her quick, sharp fingers began to pry at the protective plating.

Sentinel smiled as he watched them, then he too knelt beside them. Blackarachnia moved aside to watch as Sentinel leaned into Optimus’ face and whispered,

“I love you so much, I’ve missed you so badly…” He off lined his optics and kissed the other Prime deeply, savoring the moment before it slipped away. The blue mech broke the kiss, ready to show his love what he was willing to give him, and moved down to spread his legs apart.

“Oh…. oh, wait, Sentinel…” Optimus moaned, “Not yet, please, just untie me first, then we can—“

“No,” Sentinel cut in, “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. I love you.” Optimus bit his lower lip nervously, then nodded his reluctant approval.

“All right, just please, untie me before we all overload. I’d rather weren’t found like this by anyone if we don’t reboot right away.”

“Agreed,” added Blackarachnia, “Don’t worry, sweetie, we will.” Sentinel also nodded, then returned to kissing the mech he loved so dearly. Climbing on top of Optimus, he began to tease him slowly, thrusting his hips against Prime’s stomach.

“Oh Primus…” Optimus gasped, “oh holy Primus…!” Sentinel smiled at his love, leaning in to whisper,

“I remember what you like, Optimus…” He scooted down and knelt before his legs, pushing them apart again and slowly teasing the plating until Optimus slid it back. Sentinel leaned in, kissing and licking Optimus’ plug hungrily, wanting nothing more right now than to make his love happy. Blackarachnia watched, touching herself as her excitement grew hotter.

Optimus’ hips jerked upwards as he cried out, and it triggered Blackarachnia’s need for attention as well. She got back down to her knees and took Optimus’ head in her long, sharp hands for a long, passionate, perfect kiss. They hummed into each other’s mouths, exploring each other with their glossas. Sentinel continued to suck and lick the Prime’s plug while at the same time reaching under and stroking himself. Now truly excited and ready, Sentinel sat up and pulled Blackarachnia away from Optimus’ mouth, crushing her lips against his own. Optimus squirmed on the ground, watching the two ‘bots he loved most in the universe reunite in the most intimate way possible.

“Elita,” Sentinel gasped between kisses, “Primus, I’ve missed you so much…oh Primus, Elita…can…can we…?” He stuttered, afraid she would say no. But she closed her eyes, leaned in and placed a kiss on his audio:

“Yes, we can.” Both Sentinel and Optimus gasped excitedly; they knew what this meant. Blackarachnia (“You can call me Elita again, boys,”) sat down over Optimus’ plug, gently easing guiding his plug inside her, then Sentinel entered her as well. She moaned softly as they penetrated her for the first time in so very, very long, and then she began the dance, the way they had always done.

Elita began to bounce slightly, sliding Optimus’ plug in and out of her rear port. Sentinel waited a moment before he began to gently thrust against her, in and out, in and out. the trio moved in perfect unison, speeding up as overload began to build up. Elita cried out throwing her arms around Sentinel and moaning for him to keep going, never stop, I love you! Sentinel’s hands tightened around her waist as he bit her neck ever so gently. Optimus thrust his hips up unexpectedly, causing all three of them to scream out in pleasure. Sentinel, driven nearly insane by the move, pushed Elita down and lifted her legs over his shoulders, thrusting deeper and harder than before. He remembered his promise to Optimus, and leaned over Elita to snap a vine off Optimus’ wrist. Now a little more free, Optimus’ hand flew to Elita’s chest, groping her in the way she had loved.

She screamed again, gasping sharply as her body heat rose. She was so close, but she wanted to desperately hold off on her own overload so as to see her lovers reach theirs as well. Sentinel began to thrust harder against them, yelling out as he too came closer to overload. Optimus ripped his other wrist free and massaged Elite’s breasts, kissing and biting her neck as they moved faster and harder.

Elita screamed, this time as overload swept over her and sent her systems into a hot frenzy. Sentinel roared as he pushed into her, and he and Optimus finally came at the same time, moaning, screaming and swearing at the sky in the blessed release that had been put on hold for so long. Elita and Sentinel collapsed over Optimus, the three of them happy and satisfied with each other’s amazing performance. They lay there, cuddling each other lovingly, too tired to whisper words of love anymore.

When they regained their strength, luckily before the night was over, Sentinel got up off Elita and helped her to her feet, sneaking one more kiss against her lips. She smiled into it, overjoyed by the feeling of pure happiness once again. Then they both helped untie Optimus, who embraced them both when he was back on his feet.

“I love you two so much,” he whispered weakly, “I hope we never lose each other again.” They all nodded with a soft hum of agreement, then, hand-in-hand, walked back to the Autobot base, where Optimus’ empty berth waited for them.

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