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Losing Control	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 4231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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//Internal comm. speak//

Dereliction of Duty

Sideswipe shifted uncomfortably as his Prime read through the report. Sunstreaker was just as fidgety, both of them standing in front of their leader, waiting for their punishment.

“What were you thinking?” Optimus asked quietly.

Sideswipe glanced at his twin sheepishly. “Well uumm... It wasn’t supposed to happen like that... urrr...”
“Yeah... it was supposed to be a joke... you know... to make him glitch and pass out... but...”

“But he didn’t.” Prime finished sternly. “Surely that must have told you something was wrong?”

“Well he seemed ok... lucid... kicked me in the rib struts hard enough...” Sideswipe winced, rubbing his torso absently.

“Yeah broke my fingers too.” Sunstreaker piped up brightly, earning a cold glare from Prime, he returned to hanging his head and stared at the floor.

“We didn’t mean any harm... for what it’s worth... he enjoyed it...”
Optimus frowned at Sideswipe’s remark. “I can’t tell you what he’s been through, that’s up to him, I am assuming you have an idea?”

The twins nodded, guilt written all over their faces. “We just wanted to give him better memories... we kinda like Prowler the way he was...”

“Even when he was bustin’ our afts...” Sideswipe chuckled at the thought. “He needed it Sir...” He finished quietly.

“You must know how insensitive your actions were?”
They nodded again, looking downright miserable. Optimus sighed.
“Will he... is he... ok?” Sunstreaker asked quietly.

Optimus allowed himself a small smile. “As it stands yes. The energy from the overload you caused helped to rid his cortex of bad code that was clogging up his logic processors.”

“You mean... we helped?” Sideswipe grinned.
“Yes you helped...” The twins nudged each other, pleased with themselves. “However...”

“However...?”

“You are still on waste maintenance duty... for the next two months...”
“TWO!!” Their jaws dropped open with indignation. “But you said one...!”
“Maybe in future you’ll learn to keep your ‘help’ to yourselves.” The twins grumbled as they were dismissed leaving Optimus shaking his head with faint amusement.

****

Prowl recovered swiftly over the following two weeks. His flashbacks only occurred during recharge which simply meant he didn’t do it as often as Ratchet would have liked. He was permitted to work on a part time basis until he was fully recovered. He was allowed to file the reports and sign requests, the rest of his duties were still split between Jazz and Ironhide, whom he’d caught more than once alone in his office, looking distinctly pleased with themselves.

Prowl was still bothered by something however. He barely saw Optimus, who he knew was very busy taking on the other half of his work but he had the distinct impression that his leader was avoiding him. This was both irritating and infuriating as Prowl knew it had to do with what happened in his shower but he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it with him. He knew that Prime would wait until he was ready and that he was most definitely waiting, at least for an explanation.

The two weeks passed quickly, the twins stayed out of Prowl’s way. Although the tactician was grateful for what Ratchet had said they’d done for him, he still would rather it had been someone, anyone other than the twins.

****

Prowl sat at his desk, his first full day back on duty. He eyed the pile of data pads that Jazz had kindly left him stacked neatly in the corner. He smiled as he noticed they had been put in numerical order too. Just like Jazz to be that thoughtful. He sat down and began to work, his door chimed much to his irritation, interrupting his train of thought.

“Come in.”

Optimus stepped through the door. Prowl glanced up at him with surprise.
“Optimus... I mean, Sir... I wasn’t expecting to speak to you until later...”

Optimus nodded and sat on the opposite side of the desk. “I know... I wanted to speak to you... privately.”

Prowl’s capacitor hitched sharply and his tanks threatened to purge his morning energon. Optimus continued unabashed.

“First of all... how are you feeling?”

“Like I wish people would stop asking me that.” Prowl cast him a rare smirk. “What is it you wish to speak to me about?”

“I just… umm… wanted to ensure that you… had no unresolved issues…”
That was the best he could do? Prowl almost groaned out loud and resisted the urge to roll his optics. He clasped his hands in front of him.

“Sir… if this is about when we…”

Alarms cut him off mid sentence. A system wide comm. bellowed over the ship. Ironhide’s voice.
“Decepticons, perimeter breached, all hands report!! I repeat perimeter breached!”
Prowl and Optimus stared at each other before racing from the office to the command centre.

“Report Ironhide!” Optimus barked upon his arrival.
“Seekers, some grounders coming in fast… gonna need everyone.”
“Autobots transform and roll out!” Optimus commanded. He sub voc’d Prowl enroute.

//Prowl are you sure you’re up to this?//
//I am more than ready Sir... I have no qualms facing the seekers.//
//I want you on my right flank.//
//But Sir I am much better higher up, I can get a clear shot.//
//That’s an order Prowl.//
//Yes Sir.//

Prowl’s engine revved as he sped slightly ahead of the larger truck. Optimus was tense, he didn’t want to hold him back, Prowl was one of their best snipers but he still felt it was too soon for Prowl to face his captors.

****

The battle was hard, the Decepticons had the upper hand with the seekers raining fire power down on the Autobots from the skies. Bumblebee fell on the field. Ratchet was pinned down by Soundwave, ducking into rock crevice to avoid the telepath’s weapon. He couldn’t get to the yellow scout. Jazz and Ironhide were fending off Dead End and Barricade, whilst the seekers were attacking Prime.

Prowl could see it all from his vantage point, he fired crack shots at the Decepticons he could hit without risking hitting his fellow ‘bots. He saw Bumblebee lying in the middle of the battle, injured, energon leaking from his side. One of the seekers had seen him. Prowl couldn’t get a clear shot. He scrambled up the rocky face and leapt down into the battle, firing at Thundercracker as he did so. He rolled into his landing and raced over to Bumblebee.

“It’s alright Bumblebee, I’m getting you out of here.” Prowl lifted Bumblebee onto his shoulders and ducked to avoid more weapons fire. He started to run only to be knocked forward by a vicious blow from behind, Bumblebee landed on his back, he cried out in pain as he scraped along the stony desert. Prowl turned and fired at his attacker, two seekers now. He positioned himself over Bumblebee as they swooped and dive bombed him from above.

“Starscream!! We’ve found our toy!” Skywarp cried out to his trine leader. Prowl dragged Bumblebee out of harms way in their distraction. Bumblebee’s optics went wide and he reached out.

“Prowl… look out…!”

Prowl was jerked backwards, lifting a few feet in the air before landing heavily on his back. All three seekers had their optics on him now as the battle raged on around them.
“Where do you think you’re going!?” Thundercracker jeered as Prowl tried to stop Skywarp from attacking the prone Bumblebee nearby. He plucked the tactician from his trine mate’s back and hurled him into a rock face. Prowl fell to the floor with a groan. Starscream’s shrill voice filled the air. “Grab him… if he resists… take the yellow one…”

Prowl was angry he wasn’t about to let them hurt anyone else. He staggered to his feet and launched himself at the hovering trine leader with a cry that made Starscream’s spark skip a pulse. He shrieked as Prowl’s weight brought him crashing to Earth.
“Get off… get OFF ME!!” He clawed at Prowl’s face as the tactician straddled his frame.
“What like you got off me?!” Prowl punched him viciously in the head and grabbed his weapon, he shot Thundercracker in the wing who squealed and abandoned his fallen leader. Skywarp was injured from his attack before and was now trying to fend off the twins who jumped him as he tried to fire on Prowl.

The tactician laid into the seeker beneath him, ignoring his piteous cries and pleads for mercy. In his rage he failed to notice that the majority of the Decepticons had retreated upon seeing Starscream fall, as it was he leading the attack. Energon splattered his fists, Starscream fought back but was unable to remove Prowl. The Autobots stared in growing horror as Prime dragged his Second in Command of the beaten seekers frame. The tactician snarled in anger as Starscream tried to crawl away, stopped only by Ironhide’s cannon pointing at his head.

More shots blasted into the ground near Ironhide causing him to jump out of the way, the Autobots fired into the sky as the other two seekers returned for their leader and swiftly lifted his limp form into the sky.

“They’re getting away!” Prowl roared his CPU fritzing violently as anger and revenge took control. “Let me go!” He struggled against Prime’s strong grasp, his arms pinned back painfully as he kicked out.

“Prowl… they’ve gone… you’ve got to stop!” Prime bellowed over his shrieks of rage. Ratchet firmly gripped Prowl’s head and the tactician fell silent as the medic sedated him.

“What in Primus just happened Ratchet?” Optimus demanded. Ratchet shook his head. “I’m not sure, flashback remnants of bad code.” He paused as he scanned him. “His CPU has glitched he was on the verge of passing out before I got to him. I… frag…”

“Ratchet?”

“There’s a cluster trapped in his central logic processor. I missed it the first time round. He’ll be back to normal when I’ve removed it… I’m sorry Sir… It’s my fault.”
Prime lifted his tactician up. “Just fix him Ratchet…”

****

Optimus was sat in his office, the report from the previous days battle was clear and concise, typical Prowl. Omitting any and all emotion, or opinion from his reports. He placed the data pad down, his thoughts drifting as he thought of his SIC. His capacitor had all but frozen in fear when he’d seen Prowl get attacked by the seekers, he dreaded to think what he would have done if they’d succeeded in capturing him again.

His door pinged. “Yes.”

Prowl entered looking a little flustered, for Prowl.

“I’m sorry, I know this is late but… we need to talk… it’s been bothering me since it happened and I can’t get it out of my CPU and I know you’ll be wanting an explanation it’s just I am not entirely certain you want to hear it and…”

“Prowl!” Optimus snapped at the uncharacteristic rambling. “Slow down for a minute.”
Prowl tensed his expression grim. “It’s about what happened… in my private shower.”
Optimus smirked beneath his face mask, he had been meaning to approach him but was waiting for the right opportunity, especially after everything Prowl had been through. He was more than a little surprised that the tactician had acted first. “Go on…”

“I don’t want you to think that what I did was… because of bad code…”
“Ok..”
“What I mean to say is… that I shouldn’t have done it but I did and that I don’t regret doing it, it’s just that well you’re my commanding officer and I…” Prime rolled his optics and pushed out of the chair. He came around the desk just as Prowl was about to start another bout of nonsense. He growled softly and took hold of the tactician.

“Prowl…”
“Sir…?”

“Shut up…” He grinned and retracted his facemask before pressing his mouth against Prowl who was too stunned to react. He pulled back and whispered. “I wanted it too…”

Prowl stared at him for a moment, then uttered a guttural growl as he threw himself onto his leader. Prime staggered back into the wall as Prowl worked his fingers beneath his armour as he kissed him deeply. Optimus pushed him back slightly feeling his systems already begin to heat up.

“Slow down… Prowl…” He chuckled as the ‘bot’s glossa trailed across his chest making him gasp.

Prowl murmured into him as he nipped sensitive nerve bundles in his neck. “If… I slow down… very possible I will change my… mind…”
Optimus frowned and pulled away. “Why?”

Prowl panted a little with arousal and he growled as Optimus kept him at a distance. “It is highly inappropriate for me to try and seduce my leader… Sir…”

Optimus’s optics widened in amusement. “Oh I see…” He moved closer to Prowl and spun him round, slamming him against the wall. Prowl moaned as Optimus pressed himself against Prowl’s heated frame, grinding his hips against Prowl’s groin.

“What are the rules on a superior officer seducing his second in command then?” Optimus asked lustfully as he bit into Prowl’s neck running his fingers down the full length of his door wings. Prowl arched his head back and moaned at the touch.

“Perfectly… oooOOHHH… acceptable… gaahh!!” Prowl cried out as Optimus explored his chassis roughly. He dug his blunt fingers into Optimus’s armour plating and lifted his leg up to push against him. He felt Optimus’s interface cover retract. Optimus was staring at him intently as he hoisted him further up the wall, scraping his wings along the bulkhead, sending a mixture of pleasure pain signals through his circuits. Prowl retracted his cover willingly as Optimus brushed against his aroused spike. Prowl let out a faint mewl of excitement as Optimus’s fingers dipped into his wet valve. He shuttered his optics and tensed a little as he felt a finger get pushed inside him. The valve was still terribly sensitive and had not yet been used since his repairs. Prowl bucked at the sensation gripping onto Optimus’s shoulders arching his back into the slow deepening thrusts, he felt another finger enter his valve stretching it, caressing the inside, coating the sides with his own lubricant that was now spilling onto Optimus’s aroused spike.

“OoooOOOHH….” He squirmed as Optimus pushed deeper. “Ohhh Primus… please… take me…”

Optimus growled at the wanton pleas of his tactician writhing against the wall. He removed his fingers and Prowl watched his optics filled with lust as he licked them clean before kissing him roughly. Optimus growled into the kiss and hoisted Prowl from the wall turning sharply, Prowl felt dizzy. He was thrown onto the waiting desk scattering data pads onto the floor. Optimus leaned over him and grabbed his knees yanking him closer. He let the tip of his thick spike rub against Prowl’s tight newly untouched valve. He moaned as the spasms caused him to release more fluid.

With one swift move he thrust hard into the valve. Prowl screamed and grabbed the sides of the desk his back arching as Optimus pulled slowly out again, relishing every clenching movement as Prowl squirmed with pleasure beneath him. Leaning over him he kissed him lightly, Prowl whimpered seductively clutching the edge of the desk above his head. Optimus began thrusting steadily, slowly at first enjoying the friction from the tight valve. Prowl wrapped his legs around him and bucked pushing upwards forcing his spike deeper. He glared up at him face exquisite in the throes of passion.

“More… aaAAhh…. Harder… plea… oooOOHHH….!!” Prowl’s breath caught as Optimus thrust harder and faster into him, pinning him to the desk which squeaked beneath their combined weight. Prowl threw his head back and shrieked in overload, drowning out Optimus’s long low moan of release. Transfluid spilled out from the spasming, throbbing valve, coating Optimus’s thick spike as he still pounded into him riding the waves of his own overload. His optics blacked out briefly as he fell still on Prowl’s chest, the mech with slightly trembling hands reached down and softly toyed with his ear finials.

Optimus moaned in delight at the sensitive touch. Prowl’s heat engulfing him as they lay there. His talented fingers still moving slowly up and down his finials. Optimus leaned his head into the sensation his optics half lidded his mouth parted with yet another wave of growing arousal.

“Care...ful…aahhaAAAHHH… you carry on… might not want… uunngghh!… to stop…” He breathed roughly. He opened his optics to find Prowl staring at him.

“Who said I want you to…?” He flashed him a rare grin and pushed Optimus to the floor. They rolled off the desk and landed with a loud crash. Prowl straddled his leader and slowly moved down his body, nipping, biting along the way. Optimus groaned as he kissed the inside of his leg moving up to tease his valve. Optimus’s mouth parted in a silent moan as Prowl’s glossa swirled inside him, tickling sensitive nodes and circuits. He clawed at the floor as the tactician pulled away, it was quickly replaced by a hard pulsing spike. Optimus cried out at the penetration, Prowl moved fast, pumping hard and fast into his valve driving him to the knife edge of pain and pleasure.

Optimus bucked his hips at the thrashing pace, unable to keep up as his valve clenched at the sheer force of Prowl’s thrusts. He grabbed at Prowl’s arms only to find his wrists being pinned to the floor. He arched his back as Prowl tensed, hot sparks of overload shattered his consciousness as they reached climax together, Prowl’s transfluid filling him as he drowned in the static and screams of pleasure that came from them both.

He barely registered Prowl slide from his frame falling onto his back on the floor, exhausted. Optimus opened his optics and ran his finger down Prowl’s armour causing the other mech to shudder at his touch. He pushed himself up and tiredly lifted Prowl off the floor who moaned and leaned into his chest. He laid him on the berth before collapsing behind him, wrapping his larger frame around Prowl’s he pressed his warm body against Prowl’s back and aft and playfully kissed his door wings which twitched slightly.

Prowl mumbled softly as Optimus held him close. “Thank… you…” They drifted off into recharge, Prowl sighed and a small smile crossed his lips. His recharge for the moment no longer troubled by nightmares of seekers.
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