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Becoming Mama Bear	By : Breech_Loader Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Het - M/F Views: 8539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Becoming Mama Bear
Co-Written by Harley Quinn hyenaholic and Froggy22651
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Harley: God it’s been ages since I updated. And I’m sorry. To make up, here’s some robot sex.
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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Broken
It was some hours since the nasty attack Hotwire had made upon herself. Prowl had not been allowed to leave her unattended - the risk was just too great even now. So he had to spend the night with her. According to Ratchet, it wouldn't be the first time either, though he couldn't remember another time. Right now, Hotwire was picking up the things she'd overturned and broken while having her tantrum, and was looking at them unhappily.
"I break everything," she said sadly, looking at her face in a large piece of mirror.
"Most of it can be repaired or replaced,” Prowl told her calmly, standing stoic in the doorway, looking over the mess that had been Hotwire's lab before her emotional explosion, "I must admit, though, I'm impressed at the mess you can make when you want to."
"Huh... that's nothing," Hotwire told him, "I can make bigger messes when I DON'T want to." She was of course referring to how she had repaired Megatron, but Prowl didn't remember her telling him that anymore. She sighed, smashing the piece of mirror on the floor. Part of her was itching for a chance to hurt herself again, but another part of her was actually relieved Prowl was here to protect her from herself, "Prowl?" she said quietly, "I... haven't been entirely honest with you..."
Shifting slightly, the mech glanced over at Hotwire. "How so?" he asked, raising one metal brow.
"Well..." Hotwre sat on her bunk, "You see... the Decepticons don't really care if I come back. After what I did for him, Megatron was always... lenient with me. Not nice. Not nice at all. This whole Autobot business is going to jack him off but... I wasn't hiding from him. He was just an excuse..."
Prowl frowned, walking over to sit next to Hotwire. He wasn't aware that she was on any kind of terms with Megatron, but he wasn't sure what that had to do with her being dishonest. "And?" he asked patiently.
"Well..." Hotwire shivered, "The thing is..." she was heating up with nervousness, "I claimed to be a medic, and I AM... it's just that I'm a Data Thief too, and I'm wanted by the Elite Guard for stealing their data, and if the Decepticons ever found out about that they'd come after me to get it, plus I've got a load of their data too, and have you ever been attached to a memory scanner?"
Prowl blinked, interested in the new bit of information. Hotwire, a data thief, having plenty of important, volatile data from both sides of the conflict? No wonder she was nervous. "No, but I've heard enough about them to never want to be,” he said gravely. He couldn’t remember if he had been, but from the way Hotwire was talking about it, it didn’t sound pleasant.
Hotwire shuddered at the memory, "I don't want to go back to Graviton Prison," she said, "I wouldn't last two cycles. Please, please don't tell anybody... if the Elite Guard finds out about me here, I'm as good as offline..."
Prowl's com-link piped up again, "Woah..." Starscream hissed on the other end of the link. Then it cut off in a permanent kind of way.
Prowl hissed out loud himself, slapping one hand over his audios, having forgotten that Starscream heard every word he did. So that vile Seeker also knew Hotwire's secret. This could get very complicated... and very ugly, "I won't let them find you, I promise,” he said, even as he fought his own insecurities about maintaining such a promise.
"Prowl..." Hotwire shuddered and fell into his arms, huddling against him, "I... I never trusted anybody so much... I didn't dare... please... I need you..."
Slowly, Prowl wrapped his arms around Hotwire, giving the gangly femme this much comfort at least. He didn't know what else he could do. Protecting her from the Elite Guard was one thing. Protecting her from Starscream was another. He was sure that at that moment, the other Decepticon was plotting to turn this to his advantage. He didn't know what to do.
The situation was complicated further for him when Hotwire reached up, stroking his cheek, her other hand rubbing at his chassis as she huddled closer to him. Oily tears began to streak down her face again, and the conflicting feelings of both emotional pain and arousal confused her meta. She badly needed conformation that he truly cared for her.
Prowl stroked her cheek in return, wiping the tears away with a servo as he found himself rubbing his other hand up and down her side and wondering what the future would hold for either of them.
“Prowl...” and the word was almost pleading as Hotwire’s lips took his slowly, “I don’t want to hurt... not because of you...” Her servos moved lower, stroking against the seam between his thigh and his crotch.
Prowl let out a tiny sound, an intake of air as her small fingers brushed against the sensitive area, his own hands rubbed at her side more insistently. His lips overtook hers slowly, kissing her as his hand travelled down her arm until their fingers were intertwined.
Hotwire kissed him again, relieved somewhat of the pain, but now aroused further. The tears changed to tears of relief, and her fingers stroked a little further in as she grasped Prowl's hand. She was unaware that for Prowl this would be his first time with her - or at least, the first time he remembered. She didn't want it rough this time though. She wanted it as slow and as gentle as ever it could be.
Prowl again felt surprised, a little overwhelmed by the feelings and sensations, the gentleness and intimacy between them. It was new to him, but it no longer left him so worried or nervous. He welcomed it. He felt a need for it... and he knew that Hotwire needed it even more. He hummed quietly into the kiss, deepening it, slipping his tongue against hers as his fingers pressed down on her hand, guiding her lithe digits along the curve and seams of his plate armour.
"Prowl..." Hotwire smiled. She left go of him to wipe her face free of tears, and she was something approaching happy once more. She pushed back her visor again, her optics searching his face for any trace of disgust.
This time, Prowl wasn't taken by surprise by the scars on the upper portion of her face. In fact, this time, they didn't even draw his attention. He ignored them, gazing instead into her green optics. They were beautiful, reminding him of the numerous greens of the world they were standing on. Murmuring her name, he kissed her again, one hand reaching up to caress her cheek, the other sliding over her hips to rub between her legs slow and hard.
Hotwire squirmed with pleasure, and returned her hands to press against Prowl's body. How could she ever have hated Prowl so much? She loved him so... he made her feel safe, and normal, and whole. Sliding their tongues together, she brought her knees onto the bunk, and while her left hand stroked his cheek, her right hand eased its way up again, unclipping the armour on his chassis to touch the warmer metal underneath.
Prowl leant back to make it easier for her, drawing her face and lips with him. The kiss deepened, increasing in intensity, tasting her lips and tongue as he toyed with the panels between her legs, loosening them and teasing what was underneath with his fingertips. Closing his optics, the mech moaned quietly into their kiss, his wires and pleasure sensors lighting up at the gentle stimulation from his partner's patient explorations. It made the cyberninja feel light-headed and giddy at once.
Hotwire groaned in delight, kissing Prowl's neck lightly. Her hand rubbed at his hips, playing with the catches there. As the first layer was removed, and she ran her tongue over his lips briefly, she wound her hand around his back, stroking at his aft.
Prowl arched his back slightly against her touches, rubbing their cheeks together as he hungrily dipped his chin to nibble gently at her throat, teasing the thin steel before he ran his cool tongue against it. He moaned again, a little louder this time, as he pressed the palm of his hand against her crotch firmly, drawing back a panel and slipping one finger into her access port.
"Oh!" Hotwire gasped out at the sudden stimulation. Her back arched as a reflex, and her hips moved forward, so his finger went further in. Her USB plait started to react vigorously to the arousal, twitching and curling at the stroking. A low whine escaped her vocals, and she squeezed his aft hard.
"Mmph..." Prowl uttered, muffling the noise by biting down on his lower lip. He pressed his aft against her hand as he wiggled his finger inside her port, the passage becoming more slippery and damp with lubricant, the smell of it starting to waft into the air, mixing with their gasps and moans. Prowl bit down a little harder on Hotwire's neck as, pressing his hand against her warm chassis, he pushed her back onto the bunk.
Hotwire was happy to lean back, and with one hand squeezing his aft, the other moved to his crotch, locating by touch alone the panel that concealed his own plug. Sliding it open, she reached inside him and stroked it gently, "Prowl..." she moaned, "I need you... I've always needed you... even before I knew you existed..."
Prowl groaned, his hips instinctively pressing against her hand, tingles of pleasure running up into his processor. "I... need you too, Hotwire,” he whispered back, his free hand supporting himself over her. His optics swept over her form, admiring every inch of it. Smiling slightly down at her, those optics of his shining with a bit of mischief, he added a second finger to her damp port.
They lay there for some time, with Prowl enjoying the expression on Hotwire’s face, as she moaned and kissed him, stroking his cheek and touching his lips. It was so hard to think straight, but there was no place in the world Prowl would have rather been right now, as he moved his fingers, pressing them against the edges of the port, then stretching them apart gently.
Hotwire gave a shiver of pleasure, and eased Prowl's warm cable out of him, rubbing it. She gave another shiver, and a desire to pleasure him further filled her. She slipped down under him, and his fingers left her port as she eased her way down and started licking at his crotch and cable.
Prowl gasped quietly, feeling her damp mouth and tongue slide over his sensitive interface equipment, his cable twitching and hardening almost immediately. His optics widened, and he let out a longer moan, surprised. This was a side of Hotwire he hadn't seen, inhibitions thrown out. He held himself there for a moment, simply enjoying the warmth and softness and the teasing moisture of Hotwire's tongue before, suddenly, he drew himself up beyond her reach. Looking down at her disappointed expression, Prowl simply smirked. Holding himself over her, he rotated, crawling over her so their ports were in each other's faces. Taking a moment to lick her lubricant off his two fingers, the mech chuckled quietly, peeling back the armour over her port fully and rubbing his nose slowly up and down across it.
Hotwire started to pant, her vents hot against Prowl's swelling cable, her meta not fully on the 'task'. It felt so good, so warm and close, and though they could not see each other's faces, the pleasure was evident as she spread her legs. Reaching up again, her hands took hold of his thighs, squeezing lightly, before spreading them and running her tongue over his crotch once, slowly.
Prowl let out a playful, rumbling growl as he felt Hotwire resume her licks and kisses, crouching lower for her. Meanwhile, the mech breathed heavily on her access port, teasing her and watching her squirm. Pressing his lips against the port, he let out a long, deep hum, letting the vibrations back their way to her, teasing even more before he finally, slowly, drew his tongue from the bottom of the port to the top of it.
Hotwire gave out another moan, trying to synchronise her movements with those of Prowls. But if she did that, she couldn't fully enjoy what he was doing to her. So she began to suck erratically on his crotch, just above the base of his cable, while her hips squirmed and bucked from the attention of his warm mouth. She didn't want it to end, not ever... and one way to do that was to put off Prowl's overload for as long as possible.
Prowl groaned once more, drawing his tongue against her port harder this time, swiping away the moisture that had beaded up along the edges. His tongue slipped around it, again teasing her with an expert precision he didn’t know he’d possessed, getting her heated up and prepared for his next trick. He smiled, wondering why he had been hesitant about this before. Hotwire was enthusiastic, creative, and surprisingly good at this... but then she had been around more bodies than he ever had. It went with her job. But he pushed that out of his mind, focused on the deeply pleasurable present, determined to make it harder than before for the gangly femme to concentrate. Pausing for a moment, he drove his tongue into her access port, swirling it around.
Hotwire gave a gasp, muffled by his crotch, and her hips bucked fiercely. Her mouth's movements against him became ever more erratic and uncontrolled, and her vents were hot as she moaned his name. Her hands squeezed his aft tightly, fiercely aroused. But she managed to grasp enough self-control to wrap her mouth around his cable, her lips remaining still while her tongue stroked lightly along it.
Prowl grinned, his fingers clutching hard at the bunk beneath him as he felt his cable enter the warm, moist confines of her mouth. He swallowed hard, shivering briefly as only her tongue snaked across it lightly. Now it was his turn to be teased, and it was such exquisite agony to the mech. Moaning, he plunged his tongue into her deeper and harder than before, lapping at her lubricant and the smooth confines of the passage, sending pulses of raw data through her systems.
Now lost in pleasure, Hotwire's hips continued to buck against Prowl's face, and her vents came hot and fast against his sensory bundles, her lips moving as she moaned his name. She pressed her head back against the bunk and, gripping his hips tightly, refused to allow him to press deeper into her, pulling his hips up and down against her mouth in her own, agonisingly slow rhythm.
Prowl moaned louder as Hotwire took control of him, restricting his movements. He complied, guessing that she knew best for this part, trusting her, allowing her to tease him with the slow movements, the quiet sounds. It all felt so unbearably good, and his licks were slow and hard against her, giving her everything he could while accepting her own pleasurable sucks and licks. He called out her name, feeling dizzy with pleasure and consumed by need for the femme.
"Love... More..." Hotwire panted, muffled. She slid her hands around his thighs, pressing inwards with her thumbs, and briefly pulling him down hard, his cable fully in her mouth, sucked hard for one brief moment, before returning to the torturously slow, controlled thrusts. Her access port was incredibly wet from Prowl's moist, hot mouth and her own lubricants.
That one brief moment caused Prowl to cry out loudly, taken by surprise by the sudden intensity of Hotwire's action. Grunting, almost hurting in pleasure from the movements of her mouth, he resumed licking at her port, his venting shaky. "Oh...you are so naughty..." he rumbled mirthfully.
"More'n you... know..." Hotwire groaned, further excited by his hot, fast vents, and even his cries of pleasure. She groaned and took him fully into her mouth, making his thrusts slow and deep and erratic, sometimes making him wait several seconds between each one.
Prowl struggled his way through the seconds of wait time, an eternity for him. When she allowed, the mech lunged his tongue into her, licking and sucking and kissing her port as she took his cable, pleasure circuits in his grid flickering on and off faster than they were designed to do so. His cries grew louder and more frequent as they each tried to reach the peak of their lovemaking even as they tried to prolong it further, seeing how long they could go until one of them broke.
Hotwire started to cry out with each uncontrolled buck of her hips. Suddenly her USB plait lashed out, wrapping around his waist and controlling his thrusts into her that way, while her hands moved over other parts of his lower body.
"You're going to... drive me crazy!" Prowl gasped, feeling his body yet again restrained. But now a new feeling was added to the experience: Hotwire's roaming hands and the light touches of her fingers.
"Gah-good!" Hotwire cried out, her heels digging into the metal of her bunk as she came ever closer to overloading. Her mouth began to work more furiously against Prowl's crotch, pulling him down into her mouth harder and faster, wanting the same from him.
Prowl groaned and cried out sharply, working fast to keep up with her, licking furiously at her port, jolts of energy passing between them. Pleasure built up more and more, static filled the mech's field of view, and finally his capacitors could contain it no more. His circuits overloaded, his CPU freezing up for a matter of seconds, and his body gave a huge spasm as he released a stream of his own lubricant fluid into Hotwire's mouth.
At the same time, Hotwire overloaded, crying out as further lubricant spilled from her port. She was feeling far too much pleasure to swallow Prowl's lubricant, and much of it spilt out of her mouth and over her face as she screamed his name, her hips quivering desperately.
Prowl hung there over her for a moment, quivering and panting as he came down from the orgasmic high, his CPU reloading and coming back fully online. When the mech had finally regained his senses, he fell over to the side of Hotwire, resting there quietly.
Hotwire lay on her back still, Prowl's lubricant smeared over her face as her systems rebooted, "Oh... oh..." she moaned, her hips still bucking from pleasure, even though Prowl was no longer attending to them, "Oh Prowl... oh Prowl..." she whimpered. She wiped some of the fluids off her face and licked at them slowly.
After a moment, Prowl picked himself up and turned to face the femme, a smile on his face. "Hotwire,” he murmured, “You’re... absolutely beautiful." After what had happened, he wanted to reassure her, and end her inner pain.
Hotwire chuckled, slightly dazed still, "We both know that's not true," she smiled sadly for a moment, before sitting up with some effort, still wiping sticky lubricant off her face, "But... thanks for trying..." She crawled down the bunk and wrapped her arms around Prowl's body, resting against him, "I... I needed you..." she murmured, before running her tongue over his lips, “And I still do...”
Prowl hummed quietly before giving her a light kiss, "I know,” he whispered, "I needed you, too." For the first time, he realised that he wasn't just acting the part. He truly had feelings for the femme beside him. He knew not what that meant for his future... but it would change everything.
Hotwire gave a low sigh, laying down and holding Prowl close to her. The bad code was still dangerously overactive. But the reboot caused by the interface had staved off some of it, and she felt a lot better as she cuddled up to him. They were both hot and sticky but she wasn't put off from just laying close to him. Part of her wanted to start up all over again, but instead she only buried her hand between Prowl's thighs, resting it there as she relaxed.
Prowl pulled Hotwire close to him, embracing her gently as they lay together on the bunk. It felt nice and peaceful here... he wanted it to last forever, but he knew all too well that the peace wouldn't last. Starscream wouldn't allow it. But for now, at least, they enjoyed each other's company.
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Harley: There. Now I've added another chapter. I should be able to maintain it now.
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