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Better Halves
A Transformers fan fiction
By Sefiru
Summary: (G1, TFA) a space bridge experiment ends up connecting to an unexpected place.
Disclaimer: I don't own it and I make no money. Ba weep gra na weep nini bong.
Pairing(s): Optimus Prime/Prowl, Optimus Prime/Prowl
Warnings: NC-17, stickyfic , cross-continuity, language, violence
Shozurei : foursome power!
GabrielC : I know (how to write) kung fu! Actually karate and aikido. And a very visual imagination.
Admiral ShadowWolf : And sideswipe is a redhead, too. ^^
Trely : I ~love~ making people wait.
djsaj : Your wish is my command. ^^ I actually outlined this story before I saw Season 3, but didn't start writing until later. Elder Prowl doesn't grin evilly, he just does the Spock eyebrow. The part Ultra Magnus doesn't want Optimus to know is the thing where he already knows Longarm /Shockwave is the spy and left wasp in jail anyway. He's not proud of that, and Optimus would kick his aft for it (with all due respect, of course).
Note, since a megacycle seems to be about an hour, a cycle would be something like a tenth of a second.
In this chapter: robot sex.
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Chapter 14: Graphic Interface
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     Prowl brushed the arena dust from his plating with a satisfied hum. After two megacycles, neither team had managed a definite win – they'd chased each other around the crater floor, kicking up dust and denting plates, and when they eventually stopped to refuel, they saw that nearly every off-duty bot on the base had turned up to watch them. Prowl noted that Sentinel had gotten himself shot with a paint gun, which was the cap on an already excellent afternoon.
     Jazz clapped him on the shoulder as they walked towards the exit. "Nice work there, Prowl. Truth is, you've got the techniques, it's the processing you need to master."
     "I know."
     "Well, I'll catch ya later. This dirt has scuffed my paint job somethin ' fierce …" Jazz strode off towards his counterpart, presumably to find the showers. Prowl's own counterpart nodded at him.
      "Get cleaned up and refueled, and make sure you fill up. Prime has just invited us both to his quarters at the eighth watch."
      Prowl tilted his head. "Both?"
      "Indeed. And I believe young Optimus will be there as well." The elder Prowl's tone was bland, but the Spark-link revealed a roil of excitement and anticipation. Prowl's plates heated in response. His counterpart had already shared the memory of his night with Optimus, and Prowl was intrigued; he hadn't expected Optimus to be so kinky.
     At one thousand cycles before the turn of the eighth watch, the two Prowls entered the corridor outside Prime's quarters. At two hundred cycles before the turn of watch, they were standing in front of the door. Elder prowl's finger hovered over the bell as the chronometer ticked down, waiting to press the button at exactly the appointed time. At five cycles before the change of watch, the door slid open.
      "Welcome, both of you," Prime the elder said. He had his mask open and was seated on the edge of his recharge bed, with young Optimus standing beside him. The Prowls stepped over the threshold; the door slid closed and locked behind them. "I would give you a speech about gaining insight into your character," Prime said, "But the truth is , we're all just here to snog ." And with that, he seized his younger counterpart and pulled him into a lip-lock.
      Prowl's jaw dropped; so did his counterpart's wings. His surface temperature spiked, and he barely had the presence of mind to dump his optic cache into hard storage. This was definitely a scene he would want to access again. Beside him the elder Prowl's cooling fans whirred, the only outward sign of his arousal. His Spark, though, roared and crackled with it.
      Prime eventually let Optimus go, looking at the Prowls once more. "We have a number of activities in mind for this evening. For example – " he reached behind his back and produced a set of stasis cuffs. "Elder Prowl, I believe you found these entertaining last night?"
      In response, the black-and-white bot silently held out his wrists. Prowl could tell that both Optimus Primes were excited by this immediate submission; it did funny things to his subroutines as well. It wasn't for him, not yet. Someday. While Optimus took the stasis cuffs and fastened them on Elder Prowl's arms, Prime waved Prowl over to him. He wrapped his servos around Prowl's sides, lifted him as easily as a data pad, and set him astride his thigh. Prowl gasped; in this position, the vibrations of Prime's engine went straight into his panel. "Watch," Prime told him.
       Optimus was moving the now stasis-locked elder Prowl around like a giant toy. He bent Prowl's knees, making him kneel on the floor, and then bent him over backwards until his head touched the deck plates. He pulled Prowl's arms over his head, leaving his entire front exposed and his groin thrust upwards to the ceiling.
       "Comfortable?"
       "Very."
       Prime lifted Prowl down to the floor. "It's your turn. Go and show your counterpart a good time."
       "Yes, sir." Prowl smirked; he might never be able to even the score at chess, but now he had another way to get payback. And thanks to the download of last night's encounter, he had a perfect map of elder Prowl's sensitive spots. He trailed his servos over the bumper and broad chest plates, the wings that splayed out to either side of him. Every flare and tingle echoed back to him over the Spark-link.
       "Use your mouth on his panel," Optimus told him. His fans spun faster at hearing such an order from his commanding officer; carrying it out heated him even more. Elder Prowl's panel vibrated against his lip plates from the movement of his engine, and droplets of lubricant oozed from its edges. While the stasis cuffs were on, he couldn't open it for himself. Prowl proceeded to tease him mercilessly with long, slow strokes across his panel and nips at the junction of his hip and thigh. Prowl's own panel soon slid open, cool air brushing his sensors. Since his aft was stuck up in the air, his components were on full display to the two watching Primes. And he knew they were enjoying the view.
      "Open it," the elder Prime rumbled; there was no mystery what he was talking about. Prowl gently slid his counterpart's panel open, letting his spike extend. The elder Prowl gave a groan of relief at finally being released. Then he yelled as Prowl licked up the length of his shaft. Prowl could feel his growing need; it was the mirror of his own.
      "Ride him," Optimus demanded, and Prowl didn't pause to think before obeying. He moaned as he sank down on elder Prowl's spike; it wasn't as huge as Prime's, but still big enough to fill him. He felt his counterpart's pleasure as well as his own as he started to move. Looking up, he saw that Optimus had his panel open as well; a sudden idea came to him.
       "Optimus, will you come over here?" Optimus seemed to guess what he had in mind, since he came over and stood with his pedes on either side of elder Prowl's head … and his spike directly in front of Prowl's face. "I understand my counterpart here has shown you his oral talents," he purred. "Can I do less?" And he leaned forward and slid the tip of Optimus's spike into his mouth. Optimus's engine revved.
       Now Prime had apparently had enough of watching; he rose from the recharge bunk and crouched behind the two Prowls. He leaned over Prowl's back; Prowl could feel the heat and AllSpark energy radiating from him. He reached down and thrust two fingers into elder Prowl's port.
       The black-and white bot howled; his motors ground as he tried to move. Between the fingers in his port and Prowl riding his spike, not to mention the echoes he was getting from Prowl and the view of him sucking on Optimus, he was getting close to overload. Through the Spark-link Prowl sensed his peak approaching … and then, in the same moment, Optimus took a step back, and Prime lifted Prowl off him. Elder Prowl screamed in frustration.
       "We're not done yet," Prime assured him. "Young Prowl, Optimus will top you, with elder Prowl on top of him, and myself on top of Prowl. Is that understood?" He released the stasis cuffs, allowing the elder Prowl to sit up. Optimus laid Prowl on his back on the floor.
       "Are you enjoying yourself so far?"
       "Do you need to ask?" Prowl stretched out, spreading his thighs apart. He'd had hid doubts before, but at the moment he could not deny that he wanted Optimus's spike inside him. Optimus wanted the same thing, it seemed; he lifted Prowl's hips and slid smoothly into his port. Both of them hissed as interface sensors lined up for the first time. Optimus paused for a moment to let elder Prowl move up behind him; his optics flickered briefly as he entered him. Finally Prime took his place, and the Spark-link carried the sensation of his massive spike sinking into the elder Prowl's body.
       At this point Prowl's processor had pretty much suspended all functions. The only thing in his mind was the sensation of Optimus inside him/him inside Optimus/Prime inside him. The Spark-link was open so wide he could barely tell his own body apart from his counterpart's. As one, the Primes moved: first one slow thrust, then another, building a rhythm that the Prowls moved to meet. Prowl groaned; the pace was too slow for him. His overload hovered at the edge of his processor, just out of reach. He knew they were doing it on purpose. He would have his overload at the moment of Prime's choosing.
      The moment was now. The primes deepened their strokes, thrusting hard and fast; elder Prowl overloaded at once, and pulled younger Prowl over with him. The Primes thrust into them a few more times before overloading themselves. The four bots collapsed into a tangled heap of metal for several cycles before lazily sorting themselves out. Prowl didn't have the energy to lift a servo; he was already falling into recharge as Optimus lay down beside him.
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Snog !
I'll let you imagine what the two Jazzes were up to at the same time. ^^
Next chapter: The portal is about to open again – but this time the Decepticons are ready.
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