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Green Eyed Monster	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 2494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 2-Come Uppance
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This is a de-anon'd kink I wrote for the tf kink meme. Thought I'd branch out a little. Hope you enjoy. It will be in two chapters.

Green Eyed Monster

Sentinel hated being on Earth; he hated it even more than being surrounded by low life maintenance ‘bots. He paced the base impatiently; Optimus had been avoiding him, claiming he was busy with patrols, or the Dinobots, or Captain Fanzone or helping Sari.

“It’s always something with you isn’t it Optimus?” Sentinel growled out loud, tapping his clenched fist on his thigh absently. Jutting his chin out he marched to the med bay. Ratchet was always in there and he always knew where everyone was.

****

Ratchet was busy looking for something in his med bay when the doors burst open. Glancing up at the intrusion he scowled when he saw it was Sentinel.

“You medi-bot… tell me where Optimus is!”

“What no please or thank you?”

Sentinel marched hotly into the med bay. “Look I know you know where he is… so just save us both the trouble and tell me.”

“He’s busy. I’m sure he’ll see you when he’s good and ready.”

“Like slag he will, that Primus cursed glitch is deliberately avoiding me has been doing for two days. I demand to know why!”

Ratchet smirked and chuckled darkly. “That in itself should tell you something.”

Intruding in on Ratchet’s personal space Sentinel pointed a finger in his face. “Now you listen here you.”

“No! You listen to me. When Optimus is ready to speak with you he will find you, as it is he has work to do, cleaning up after the mess the Decepticons kindly left for us. If you can’t be useful I suggest you stay out of his way!”

“Magnus is going to hear about this insubordination I am a member of the elite guard!”

“I don’t give a slag what you are.” Ratchet growled darkly. “If you don’t get out of my med bay in the next three seconds I’m going to throw you out.”

“You can’t do that!”

“2…”

“Now hang on just a fraggin’… Woooaah!!!” Sentinel found himself slamming into the wall opposite the med bay with a whack, sliding to the floor with a groan. The med bay locked with a click behind him.
****

Ratchet was seething. Prowl came into the room from the storage closet. “I have found what you were looking for Ratchet.”

“Can you believe that pompous aft?”

“I must admit I am not entirely certain why he is suddenly so interested in Optimus, from what Optimus has told me they have a history.”

Ratchet laughed shortly. “Jealous kid?”

“Hardly.” Prowl managed to look insulted at the suggestion.

“Yeah… yeah… better warn Optimus that Sentinel’s on the war path for him.”

“I will he won’t be surprised.” Prowl headed for the door.

“Hey kid…”

Prowl glanced at the medic.

“Watch your back. No telling how Sentinel will react if he finds out about you two.”

Prowl cast him a rare small smile. “I always watch my back.”

****

Sentinel had his audio pressed to the door, his face screwing up in disgust and then anger. How could Optimus lower his standards so much to let himself be with a maintenance ‘bot? He heard footsteps approaching the door and bolted swiftly. Peering round the corner, he caught the dark shape of Prowl disappearing down the corridor.

“Fraggin’ Ninja bot…might have known…” Sentinel growled through clenched dentals.

****

For the next few days Sentinel kept a low profile. Keeping a close optic on Optimus at all times. He managed to track his movements through the base, following him wherever he went, staying out of sight. Even when Optimus went for a drive, Sentinel made sure he knew where his route was. It took him through the park. He went ahead and lay in wait, planning on confronting him and showing Optimus the error of his ways. He was enraged that he could have been replaced by a pitiful washed out ninja bot, the uptight Prowl no less. He was fuming by the time Optimus arrived, having worked himself up. He was about to step out from behind his tree, when Prowl dropped down in front of Optimus. Sentinel’s jaw dropped open as Optimus smiled warmly before embracing the lithe black and gold mech.

“You wanted to see me here?” Prowl spoke softly, Sentinel crept closer to listen to them.

Optimus sighed as he ran his fingers down Prowl’s cheek. “Yeah… figured you’d like it, we tend to only meet in my quarters since Sentinel arrived and you’ve been distant of late. Was beginning to think you were avoiding me.”

Sentinel made retching motions behind a bush in disgust.

Prowl chuckled, his rich voice purred into Optimus’s audio. “I think Sentinel has been thinking the same about you.”

“Yeah he would.” Optimus snorted derisively. “I can not wait until he leaves.”

Prowl’s faint smile faded and he pulled away from Optimus, dropping his gaze to the floor.

“Prowl what’s wrong?”

“Nothing… just… with Sentinel here it makes me uncomfortable, him chasing after you like he does, insulting you… it.” Prowl tensed and turned away clenching his fists.

Optimus held him from behind and smirked. “Are you jealous?”

“Primus no!” Prowl snapped. “It’s just with your history… I can’t help but feel he wants more from you.”

Sentinel was beside himself, his fist firmly bitten in his mouth; it was all he could do to not laugh out loud.

Optimus laughed heartily. Turning Prowl round he placed a delicate kiss on the firm ninja bot’s mouth. Prowl resisted at first before deepening the kiss, throwing his arms around Optimus’s neck and pushing himself up slightly, he moaned softly into the kiss as he caressed Optimus’s ear finials.

Sentinel’s jaw dropped as he watched Optimus grab Prowl’s aft and lift him up so his slender legs could wrap around his waist, pressing him into a nearby tree. The two mechs writhed against each other, hands stroking over armour plating, digging beneath, clawing at each other passionately. Optimus bit into Prowl’s neck as the black and gold mech arched his neck resting his head back against the tree, his mouth parted in a faint moan.

Sentinel slipped on the grass as he leaned forward to see more; cursing himself he shifted silently until he was facing the two mechs side on. His rage was getting the better of him, how could Optimus choose Prowl over him? Wait was he really thinking that? Did he still want Optimus? Sentinel shook his head; a louder groan from Optimus drew his attention.

Prowl was running his hands over Optimus’s interface equipment, pressing his mouth against the larger mech’s neck, and chest. Optimus arched his back as Prowl fondled his spike. Their intakes had hitched considerably; they could only hear the sound of air rushing over their plating as they panted with earnest wanton lust for each other.

Sentinel felt himself becoming aroused at the sight of Optimus losing himself like that. He had seen it before, but with him… it should only be with him. He stifled a growl as he stared at Prowl lowering himself over the large spike.

Optimus threw back his head and gripped onto Prowl’s shoulders, the ninja bot having no trouble holding himself up with his legs. He grated his hips slowly against Optimus watching him intently through his narrow visor; Optimus had shuttered his optics lost in the slow, intense pleasure. He placed another passionate kiss onto Prowl’s parted mouth, sliding his glossa in, groaning into his mouth as Prowl pushed the full length of his spike deep inside himself. Optimus gasped as Prowl held it there teasing him.

“Prowl… p…please… tonight… can we…?”

Prowl smiled at him and nodded his whole body trembling with the pleasurable waves of static washing over his sensor net.

Sentinel frowned, Optimus couldn’t be asking what he thought he was asking… could he? He’d never done that with him. His optics widened as Optimus spun Prowl round, wrapping his arms around his slight frame before lowering himself down the bark of the tree. Coming to a stop with Prowl straddling him Optimus began to open his chest plates as Prowl continued his gyrations on his spike, relishing the feeling inside him.

Sentinel couldn’t bear it; his spike was pushing against his interface cover painfully. He couldn’t let them spark bond. If he couldn’t have him, no one could and Optimus was his! He racked his brain for an idea to stop it from happening, trying not to be distracted by the writhing mechs as Prowl moved faster on top of Optimus his deep voice caught in a strangled moan as he opened his own chest plates.

Their sparks glowed blue, white and hot. The heat pulsed around them, enveloping them. Prowl began leaning closer to his lover, letting his spark reach out for Optimus, the feeling of bliss, of connection, of sharing each other began to take over their bodies, their minds. Prowl gasped loudly as their sparks moved closer daring to touch.

A loud explosion broke the peace. Prowl jolted away, eliciting a cry of frustrated anguish from Optimus who clutched at his chest as the armour closed. Holding each other’s gaze for a moment both of them too heated and aroused to move. Prowl lifted himself from Optimus’s lap and placed a gentle kiss on his lips before transforming and racing off towards the explosion, leaving Optimus to dignify himself, once he was able.

From a distance away, warm recently fired weapon in hand, Sentinel grinned slyly as he watched Optimus transform and follow his lover into the dark night. He chuckled menacingly to himself, “Optimus won’t lust after that useless piece of scrap metal when he remembers how good we were… how good I am for him…”

****

Sentinel spent the next day brooding over his devious plans. He’d spotted the irritating ninjabot stalking him from the rafters in the base, keeping a close watch on him and he was always nearby whenever Sentinel managed to get Optimus on his own. For his plan to work he needed to get the glitch out of his way.

Sentinel mused to himself as he stared at the monitors, absently tapping his finger to his chin. Despite his opinions of the lowlife maintenance ‘bots, he knew Prowl was no fool and would not be easy to dupe. A news flash flickered across the screen, a criminal on the run, threatening civilians. Sentinel sniggered as he watched the pitiful fleshy creatures fleeing from a tall high rise building.

The others had seemingly appeared from nowhere and were frowning at the scene.

“We have to help them!” Sari exclaimed worriedly. Optimus glanced down at her pleading eyes.

“She’s right, transform and roll... wait! Where’s Prowl?”

Ratchet humphed. “Damn kid has probably gone off ahead on his own again.”

Optimus frowned. “He’s been warned about doing that.”

Ratchet gave him a short laugh. “Doesn’t mean the stubborn fragger listens though does it?”

“I am going to have words with him later...”

“Ha yeah good luck.” Bumblebee snorted.

“Guys we got to go!” Sari shouted as she climbed into Bumblebee’s alt mode.

“Alright... roll out everyone.”

Sentinel watched them silently. For once not interrupting not feeling the urge to snatch command away from Optimus’s weak grasp. He smiled to himself.

“So... ninja likes to play hero by himself does he?” He chuckled as his optics narrowed. “Well now... that’s going to get him in all kinds of trouble.”

****

Prowl sat quietly his optics shuttered, his legs crossed. He was still annoyed at the lecture he’d received earlier from both Ratchet and Prime and was trying very hard not to take it personally that he had been forbidden to wander off on his own when there was a crisis. This meant that he could not go for his nightly walk in the park and he wanted nothing more than to avoid Optimus right now, who was still angry at him and had retired to his room without a word.
After a while of trying to meditate, trying and failing Prowl sighed and decided to call it a night. His comm. buzzed Sentinel’s voice hissed through his audio.

“Prowl... can you hear me...? Come in...”

“What do you want Sentinel and how did you get my personal comm. frequency?”

Sentinel scoffed at the other end of the line. “Oh come on, elite guard have all your comm. frequencies and we have ways of getting them if we don’t... anyway that’s not important... you need to come and help me...”

“I need to do no such thing.” Prowl replied indignantly.

“Listen you complete waste of parts... I need help... I think there’s a Decepticon here following me...”

“Then why don’t you contact Optimus.” Prowl retorted.

Sentinel paused. “I don’t... I don’t want him to find out... He’ll just rub it in my face...”

“I sincerely doubt tha...”

“Look are you gonna help me or not?!”

“I haven’t decided.”

A low growl filtered through his comm. “Look you fraggin’ stupid, useless Primus cursed glitching waste of processors... just come help me or I will have you shipped to the most remote part of the galaxy where you can shovel scrap metal for the rest of your miserable life!”

“Is that meant to persuade me?” Prowl enquired lightly, not rising to Sentinel’s foul temper. The elite guard uttered a string of foul language down the comm. making Prowl wince a little as his voice got louder.

“Fine don’t help me... but it’ll be on your head when I am offlined and they track my comm. records back to you... hell I am sure that’ll earn you a stint in prison... and I am sure you know what happens to pretty ‘bots like you in prison...”

Prowl glowered, his arms folded. “Where are you?” He growled.

“That’s better, park... be quick... not a word to anyone...” Sentinel hissed sharply.

Prowl cut the comm. without a response. Transforming quickly he raced from the base.

****

Prowl reached the park in good time. It was almost midnight so there were no humans about. He transformed and made his way silently through the park, picking up Sentinel’s energy signature in the distance. Preparing his shurikens he crept forward, leaping into a tree near to Sentinel’s location. The blue mech was on his knees, slumped forward. This did not look good. Was he too late? He hadn’t picked up any Decepticon signatures in the immediate vicinity but he kept one of his shurikens in his hand ready as he leapt down.

Landing lightly beside Sentinel he frowned as the large mech didn’t move.

“Sentinel? Are you hurt?” Prowl crouched his hand placed gently on the larger mech’s shoulder pushing him up slightly so he could get a better look.

Before Prowl could register what was happening Sentinel had grabbed his wrists firmly, his blue optics narrowed on his face as a faint click signalled the sound of stasis cuffs locking tightly around his wrists. Prowl glared dangerously at the smug ‘bot. Unable to move his hands, unable to move period, his shuriken now lying discarded on the floor.

Sentinel smirked. “Now this is how all low life, trouble makers should be. Obedient and restrained.”

Prowl snarled in anger as Sentinel grabbed his bound wrists and dragged him across the park pinning him face first against a tree, releasing the stasis cuffs just enough so he could raise Prowl’s arms painfully above his head. He deftly attached a thick cable to the cuffs and slung it over a hefty branch high up in the tree and yanked it sharply.

Prowl cried out in pain as his arms jerked upwards lifting him off his feet scraping his face and chassis harshly against the rough bark of the tree. The cable was flexible and long, Sentinel had planned this out thoroughly.

“Now I know you can probably get out of this with that freak mind of yours but I don’t want to be interrupted until I am good and ready.” He pulled the cable down wrapping it around the trunk of the tree and around Prowl’s waist before tying the loose end to the stasis cuffs. Prowl couldn’t even struggle as the cuffs held him fast. His body was painfully stretched. He stared at Sentinel his optics filled with rage.

“Now there are actually ‘cons lurking around the area I masked their energy signatures so IF you get out I am sure they’ll have fun playing with you. And if you don’t... well...” Sentinel leaned in close, pressing himself against the black and gold mech, his fingers tracing a line across his jaw, Prowl growled at him. “I am sure they’ll play with you anyway... before they offline you of course.” Sentinel chuckled as he went to move away. “Oh just one more thing Prowl I’ll make sure to keep Optimus pleasantly distracted so he doesn’t notice your disappearance, probably so used to it by now it’ll not even register. Besides... he’ll be having way too much fun with me to be thinking of a scrap heap like you.”

“Optimus hates you... he barely wants to be in the same room as you... He would rather spark bond a ‘con than you!” Prowl shouted after him in a rare loss of cool, his spark thumping in his chest.

Sentinel spun round his optics blazing. “You know nothing about what Optimus really wants!” He moved closer once more. “No matter I’ll help him remember.” Sentinel viciously punched the back of Prowl’s head slamming it into the tree, causing bark to crumble around his helm. Prowl fell silent. Sentinel grinned. “Can’t have you shooting your pretty mouth off now can I?”

He transformed and accelerated loudly from the park, his engines giving away his location to two approaching Decepticons who had picked up his false Allspark signal. Their red optics lit up in amazement and suspicion as they approached the unconscious ninjabot.

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