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Better Halves	By : sefiru Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Crossovers Views: 8853 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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
GabrielC : I'm glad you liked it ^^ I'm glad you're not confused, I know who I'm writing about and I still get confused sometimes.
Well, here we are. Happy New Year, and good luck to those of you going back to school. This fic has been a long trip, between my RL schedule and some writer's block, but I got it done. I have plenty more fics in the pipeline, for Transformers and other series, so I will be continuing to write.
In this chapter: Prowl and Optimus. That's about all, actually.
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Chapter 16: A Tight End
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      Optimus stumbled as the Spark-link cut off. It was such a powerful presence that its loss left him feeling hollow and somehow reduced. But the memory, the example was still there. His lip quirked; he made a last headcount to make sure they had all made it back (though there was no reason they wouldn't), then nodded at Bulkhead. "Shut it down."
      "Right." Bulkhead opened the front panel of the rift generator, and pulled out the segment with the Allspark fragment lodged in it. Now the portal was closed for good, and Megatron (either one) would not be able to take advantage of it. The rest was rather anticlimactic; they debriefed, refueled, the Elite Guard team returned to their ship. Optimus had to tell Bumblebee firmly not to touch his new rifle. Eventually, the younger bots went to the lounge to play video games, Ratchet was reassured that they were both intact, and that left the two of them standing in the comm bay. "I believe we have some things to … discuss," Prowl said. "My quarters." And with a shimmer of holograms, he vanished. Optimus smiled. It was time to let go of the past; he took the priority tags off his memories of Elita-1 and let them fade into general storage. Then he followed after Prowl.
      When Optimus entered his quarters, the ninjabot was leaning against the trunk of the big tree in the corner, with one pede up and his servos tucked behind his midsection. The pose was designed to show off his sleek lines and to raise Optimus's surface temperature. "This puts me in a difficult position, you know," Optimus commented.
     "What, being in a relationship with a subordinate?"
     "No, agreeing with Starscream on something." Optimus walked up to Prowl's side, and brushed along the edge of his fairing. A faint shudder went through the ninjabot's frame.
      "I doubt this is what he was thinking of."
      "True. If we can feel, we can be hurt; a Decepticon wouldn't want to remember that."
      Prowl's servo curled around Optimus's waist. "You are fortunate that I'm no Decepticon, then."
     "Anything but. As I think we've seen."
     "We are not our counterparts."
     "Not yet." Optimus stroked the seam between Prowl's neck and shoulder. "Now I've seen what I can be, I won't give up until I reach it."
     "And I …" Prowl moved; suddenly, Optimus was sprawled face-down on the ground and the ninja was straddling his aft. " … will be right behind you."
     "Oh, really." Optimus managed to roll over so they were face to face.
     "Are you mech enough to take me, Optimus Prime?" Prowl challenged. He drew a line down Optimus's windshield with his finger.
     "I'll admit my counterpart has more practice being commanding." Optimus brought his knees up, then tipped Prowl back against them as he sat up. "But I have a secret weapon that he doesn't."
     "Oh?"
     "He didn't observe you long enough to notice how sensitive your pedes are." Optimus ran his thumb down the sole of Prowl's pede ; Prowl gasped, his back arched, and his optics flickered. Optimus smirked. He brought Prowl's pede up in front of his chest so that he could get both his servos on it. He ran both thumbs along the edges of the sole and brushed his fingers feather-light over the center. Prowl screamed and thrashed in his lap. The change from his usually calm and collected behavior was fascinating; it didn't hurt that he was squirming right against Optimus's panel. Optimus put his pede down and picked up the other one; Prowl didn't seem to notice. He brought the pede up to his face and licked it, and Prowl screamed. He reached down with one hand and slid Prowl's panel open, then slid a finger inside. Prowl hissed and pushed down against him. By now his higher functions should be completely shut down, his processor filled with the sensations Optimus was giving him. Exactly as planned.
      Optimus opened his own panel and, pulling his finger away, let his spike extend directly into Prowl's port. He continued to use his lips on the smaller bot's pede while he writhed and bucked around him, but now he slowed down; Prowl was on the verge of overload, but Optimus was nowhere near close. He brought the ninja to the teetering edge, then backed off and let his sensors cool a bit before starting again. The second time he stopped, Prowl growled in frustration. The third time he was about to try to pull Optimus's head off, but a quick thrust of his spike made Prowl fall back with a groan. Now they were both ready; Optimus settled into a steady rhythm, nibbling at the toe of Prowl's pede in time with each stroke.
       He twitched as something touched his port. Prowl had reached behind himself with one servo; he had more processing ability left than it seemed. As he worked his fingers deeper into Optimus's port, the larger bot growled. The energon boiled in his veins. He let go of Prowl's pede and locked both servos around his waist, holding him in place. Then he rammed into him deeply, with all of the force his hips could bring to bear; Prowl incoherently urged him on. Sparks flew between their sensors. And then – optics flooded with white, spasming motors, overload .
       Optimus dropped limply to the floor, and Prowl dropped onto his chest. He chuckled. "Pretty wild, for the ice-for-energon ninja."
       Prowl smirked back at him. "Not bad, for the staid and serious Academy bot."
       "With the two of us, not even Megatron stands a chance." Above them, the spreading tree's leaves rustled in the breeze.
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And there you have it. I'm going to put up an epilogue showing how these events might affect the rest of TFA canon, before going on to the next fic . Thanks for reading!
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