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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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Chapter List
- 1-Green Eyed Monster
- 2-Come Uppance
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Optimus paced in his room unable to recharge. Sometimes Prowl infuriated him with his blatant disregard to his own safety and his questionable obedience to his authority in such situations, made him just want to shake sense into him. That being said Optimus felt guilty about the way he’d handled it. Lecturing Prowl in front of the others was probably not the wisest course of action he could have chosen. Prowl had been both embarrassed and angry, choosing to remain silent and avoid him. Optimus remembered the look on his face, he was angry with him. Sighing Optimus rubbed his optics with one hand, feeling a processor ache coming on. He needed to speak to him, wanted to be close to make sure everything was still ok between them; they had seemingly been walking on egg shells with each other since Sentinel had arrived.

His door buzzed once, this late it could only be one person.

“It’s open...” Optimus turned expectantly. The doors opened revealing a smug Sentinel leaning against the wall his arms folded. The small smile faded from Optimus’s face.

“What do you want Sentinel?”

Sentinel sauntered into the room, oozing confidence. “Awww come on is that any way to be to an old friend?”

“We haven’t been friends in a long time Sentinel… so what is it that you want?”

Sentinel walked around the room slowly, his optics drifting up Optimus’s frame. Coming to a stop in front of him, Sentinel gave him a wide smile. Optimus frowned, immediately suspicious whenever Sentinel was nice to him. “Sentinel it’s late.” Optimus stated blandly, not really interested in Sentinel’s personal brand of snark at this point in time.

“You got somewhere to be?” Sentinel asked pleasantly. “Or someone to see?”

Optimus tensed. “That is none of your concern Sentinel.”

Sentinel laughed shortly. “Isn’t it? I beg to differ.” He ran his hand slyly up over Optimus’s hip and grill, causing the red and blue mech to jerk away from him.
“What the slag are you doing?” Optimus demanded his optics narrowed in a heavy frown.

“Can’t you feel it Optimus? That pull we always used to have…where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other I know you remember. You feel it too don’t you?”

Optimus’s optics went wide as Sentinel approached. “No I haven’t felt that way in a long time about you I… I think you should leave my quarters right now.”

“I don’t think so.” Sentinel smirked and quickly pushed Optimus up against the wall. “Tell me you’ve haven’t forgotten this.” He teased his lips apart with a needy kiss, his glossa intruding into his mouth. Optimus jerked his head away roughly.

“Of course I’ve not forgotten!” He snarled through a clenched jaw. “I just don’t feel that way.”

“I know you’re lying, come on Optimus you know how good it felt.” Sentinel pressed against him, his hand stroking between Optimus’s legs, his other elbow resting on Optimus’s chest, causing his voice to catch in his throat.

“Stop… stop that… I don’t want this!”

Sentinel felt his irritation building at the obvious rejection in Optimus’s voice and the anger visible in his optics. He tried to struggle against Sentinel’s bulky frame, only to have the blue mech press more firmly. Sentinel growled softly at him as he started kissing Optimus’s neck.

“Remember why you want this? Why you’re mine? You told me you’d always belong to me.” He murmured as he pressed his face deep into Optimus’s neck and shoulder, kissing him, nipping him with his dentals. His thick fingers removed Optimus’s interface cover, Optimus squeaked in unwilling arousal.

“Sentinel… please… calm down we can talk about this don’t do something you’ll… Unngghh… you’ll regret.” Optimus squirmed against his invasive touches, his warm palm pressing against his spike, pressing into his valve.

“You think throwing yourself at that… that… slagheap is going to change things huh?! He’s nothing compared to me! We’re Primes he’s… He’s just a ninjabot… a wash out!” Sentinel couldn’t help but raise his voice, unable to disguise the slight tremble to his vocals. He relished the feeling of Optimus struggling against him.

“I’m a wash out too or have you forgotten that?!” Optimus growled.

Sentinel purred softly. “That doesn’t matter you have the potential to be so much more with me what can he offer you? I’ll show you make you remember I’m better for you, you know that right?” He growled wantonly, his hand sliding up Optimus’s chest pressing onto Optimus’s throat making him choke as he thrust his fingers into Optimus’s exposed valve.

“Gaaahhh! NO… don’t Sentinaa Aaahh...!!”

Optimus’s hands pushed against Sentinel’s large shoulders, trying to pry his weight from his frame. Sentinel merely pressed onto him harder grating against him. Sentinel leaned forward brushing his cheek against Optimus’s, who gritted his dentals as he tried to tense against the unwelcome feeling penetrating his valve.

“You were going to give him your spark weren’t you?” Sentinel purred his voice low, dangerous. Optimus went limp he had to try and talk his way out of this or it was going to go very badly, one thing he did remember was how jealous Sentinel got when he thought he had competition and he had always claimed him in the most physical way he could. Optimus grimaced at the memory, Sentinel had always been intense, everything was a competition to him, even sex. He shuttered his optics as warm air exhaled from Sentinel brushed against his facial plating, gliding down his neck sending shudders through him.

“No… you know I wouldn’t.” He lied. His spark quivering in his chest as Sentinel’s fingers moved and crawled their way up to his spark chamber. Digging into the seams of his armour Sentinel growled again.

“You will now please? You know you want it. I know you do.”

“What? No… don’t do… GaaAAAHHH!!” Optimus bucked as Sentinel tried to force his plates apart, too caught up in his lust to realise he was inflicting pain.

“Open or I rip them off!” He cried out his frustration getting the better of him.

Optimus could only let out a whimper as Sentinel began to pry his chest plates apart. Optimus had lost track of how long he’d been trying to fend off Sentinel who had managed to tear away some of the plating covering his spark chamber. He had offlined his optics and refused to react, pinned uselessly against the wall, unable to stop Sentinel’s crazed intent.

There was the sound of metal slicing through the air and Sentinel cried out in pain. Optimus opened his optics and stared at the golden shuriken embedded in his arm. Sentinel spun round coming face to face with three angry Autobots and one very dishevelled looking ninjabot.

“Get away from him.” Prowl spoke, his voice heavy with the unspoken warning. Bumblebee and Bulkhead drew back slightly as the ninja got ready for a fight; energon from earlier injuries contrasted his dark frame in dribbles and dripped onto the floor, his hands shaking ever so slightly from the drain.

Optimus could only stare at his team mates in shock, how did they know? His optics fell onto Prowl taking in his injuries, torn energon line, dented and severely scratched chassis, his chest plate cracked, as was his visor. Optimus could just see the glint of a rarely seen optic behind the narrow visor, Prowl was losing energon badly and yet was still prepping himself to fight Sentinel.

“Oh… so you think you can take me on looking like that?” Sentinel goaded, his current obsession had made him lose all sense. Ratchet shook his head as the two mechs faced each other. Prowl snarled deeply as Sentinel just smirked at him.

“You got no chance haven’t you had enough of being a bit of fun for someone for one day?”

“What did you do?” Optimus demanded from behind him, regaining his composure shakily.

“Me? Absolutely nothing. I believe your beloved Prowl has been playing pleasure ‘bot for a couple of ‘cons though.”

Sentinel winked cockily at the black and gold mech, drawing his shield. In a flurry of movement the rest of Optimus’s team positioned themselves between Prowl and Sentinel, much to Prowl’s surprise.

“That’s it you can’t talk about my friends that way!” Bulkhead boomed.

“Awwww how cute.” Sentinel sneered.

Bumblebee shot out his stingers and grinned. “Yeah and if you want Prowl or Bossbot, you’re gonna have to come through us.”

“You heard the kid.” Ratchet rumbled.

Sentinel started losing his nerve as the ‘bots glared at him steadily. He lowered his shield. “It’s alright Optimus and I were just talking reminiscing old times you know?”

“Like slag we were.” Optimus muttered.

Sentinel ignored him. “If you don’t want this mutiny reported to Magnus I suggest you all go back to your rooms.”

“Frag it! That’s it!” The ‘bots turned, startled as Prowl swore loudly throwing his shuriken to the floor. Stalking across the room, Sentinel had no chance to react as Prowl landed a solid punch to his head, his head cracked round, taking the rest of his body with it. Optimus stared open mouthed as the elite guard collapsed to the floor unconscious.

“Nice!” Bumblebee exclaimed as Prowl gripped his hand with a wince.

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Optimus lay quietly on his berth; Sentinel had left but not after Ratchet had physically hauled him to his med bay. Bulkhead and Bumblebee had both heard whimpers of a seemingly rather terrified Sentinel coming from behind that door. They only thought it was strange when Ratchet had asked them what they were listening outside his med bay for. Ratchet only ever gave them a knowing wink when asked about what he’d left in his med bay with Sentinel that night, but Sentinel was quiet and meek when he had returned to his ship, much to the amazement of Jazz.

Optimus chuckled at the thought of his team mates’ dubious looks towards the medic as he had simply sat chuckling to himself. His door buzzed, sitting up Optimus frowned. “Who is it?”

“It’s me… Prowl.”

Optimus allowed himself a slight smile, Ratchet had said he was out of the med bay, but needed to rest, typical of Prowl not to listen though. “Come in.”

Prowl entered still walking slightly stiffly. He stood at the door, his hands clasped behind his back. He looked uncomfortable. Optimus smiled warmly, genuinely glad to see him. Forgetting he was angry at him, Optimus wasted no time in crossing the room and embracing the ninja, much to Prowl’s grunt of surprise.

“I’m glad you’re alright.” Optimus sighed softly. “Ratchet told me what you’d told him about what happened, while he had you in forced stasis.”

Prowl shrugged. “It’s done now… I’m fine.”

Optimus stared at him intently. “You could have been killed.”

Prowl inclined his head slightly. “But I wasn’t.”

Optimus turned away sharply, staring up to the ceiling. “Grrrrr… why can’t you take this seriously?!”

Prowl dropped his gaze to the floor. “I’m sorry.”

“What?” Optimus turned round amazed to hear those words coming from Prowl, who opened his mouth to repeat them. Optimus placed a finger on his lips. “Don’t…” He whispered a fond smirk crossing his mouth. “It’ll ruin the moment.”

Prowl raised an optic ridge before curling his mouth in a smirk and kissing Optimus’s fingers gently. Optimus sighed, finally feeling relaxed. He swept his arms around Prowl’s waist, pressing a deep needy kiss onto his mouth. Their glossa entwined, they moaned into the touch, their intakes shortening to pants as their hands ran eagerly over their bodies. Heat rapidly building between them as tingles of energy prickled their chassis as they stroked and pawed each other.

Gasping Optimus broke the kiss and took Prowl’s hands leading him back to his berth. They fell down in a mass of writhing limbs. Hands grasping at interface panels, caressing the arousal that lay beneath. Optimus pinned Prowl to the berth, wantonly thrusting his spike into Prowl’s clenching valve.

Their groans of pleasure were all that could be heard in the room, as Optimus moved himself slowly up and down, biting his lip as the tight valve spasmed around his oozing spike. Prowl arched his back with a lustful cry, Optimus opened his optics as the sound of sliding metal caught his attention. Prowl lay back exposing his spark, Optimus followed suit and gently pressed their chests together their sparks reaching out desperately for the other. The hot white light engulfed them both.

Optimus could feel Prowl’s pleasure as he moved inside him as their sparks merged. He felt himself drowning in the beautiful warm glow, the delicious sounds of Prowl’s voice moaning for him calling out his name in his audio as his hands gripped his ear finials tightly, sent him cascading over the edge of white hot bliss.

Their sparks became one; whole sparks of crackling energy shot through them, filling every nerve in their body with arousal and tingling waves of pleasure. Optimus cried out sharply as their sparks pulsed strongly and his cortex was filled with memories and intense emotion, such powerful emotions from one so impassive and calm, overwhelmed him. He cried out as his entire body locked with overload. Alarms sounding across his sensor net as the sheer force of his double overload drained his energy.

He could feel the deep longing, the need to belong and the desire to be accepted filtering across their newly created bond. Optimus’s life filled his mind, his intense feelings of loss, his pain and his bliss blinded Prowl as their thoughts and feelings merged into each other, Optimus’s intense pleasure flared across his sensor net with alarming ferocity causing him to gasp and let out a shrill cry of mutual ecstasy as he allowed himself to become lost in the searing blaze of overload.

Prowl shrieked beneath him as their sparks flared a brilliant white hot and Optimus overloaded hard, fluid filling his valve as his spark quivered against his, sending his voice into bursts of static as his spark engulfed Optimus’s, wracking his frame with trembling bursts of powerful energy, licking its way across his sensor net.

Their sparks pulled apart reluctantly. Their glow fading to strong pulsing warmth as Optimus fell to Prowl’s side with a gasp. Prowl turned to face him, pressing a soft kiss against his slightly parted mouth. Teasing his lips with his glossa. Optimus groaned and laughed, pulling Prowl closer to him. Both content to lie in each other’s pulsing tingling energy fields, they fell into a contented recharge.
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