Jungle Fever

Jungle Fever

Optimus Prime moved cautiously through the forests on Dinobot Island, being careful not to make any unnecessary noise and keeping under cover whenever possible. He didn't want to attract the attention of the three Dinobots that inhabited the island, and the last thing he wanted was a confrontation with the territorial mechs.

As to why the Prime was on Dinobot Island in the first place, it had been decided by Optimus and the rest of his crew that they should check on the Dinobots once every month, purely for safety reasons and to make sure that the dinosaur mechs didn't create  any more rampages. He remembered all too well what happened last time when Grimlock had gotten a spike wedged into his foot;  both Bulkhead and Prowl were lucky to escape serious damage, and it was fortunate that Prowl had Ratchet's EMP generator on him to subdue the Tyrannosaurus Rex Dinobot. He most definitely did not want a repeat performance from either Grimlock or the  other two Dinobots.

So here he was, all alone on the island. He would have preferred to have somebody with him for back-up and to help him cover the ground faster, preferably with either Prowl or Bulkhead, seeing as how they had a connection with the Dinobots. But unfortunately, Prowl and Bumblebee were currently on patrol, and Bulkhead, having a slight mishap that involved him slipping in a pile of grease and smacking his helm hard enough to leave a four-foot crack in the wall with the added effect of knocking him  spark-out, was left in the capable servos of Ratchet, who insisted that with Bulkhead's thick plating, should suffer no lasting  effects, save for a minor processor-ache. Optimus decided that he should go on ahead to Dinobot Island anyway, just as long as  he was extra cautious and kept all his sensors on high alert.

A sudden loud roar further on ahead nearly made the Prime jump out of his metal plating. "W-WOAH! What in the name of the AllSpark--?!" Willing his spark to stop its rapid pounding, he stood stock still, tuning his audios up to catch any sound of approaching Dinobots. There was nothing, save for the singing of the birds and chirping of the insects. Placing a servo on his axe to reassure himself, Optimus murmured quietly to himself, "Easy now, can't afford to get spooked. Still, I wonder what all that  roaring was about? I better check it out..."

The Prime carefully made his way forwards, in the direction where the roars had come from. It didn't take very long to find the place, and upon arriving at the spot, the first thing he noticed were obvious signs that the Dinobots had been there. Trampled  earth and flattened grass, deep scratches ripped into the ground, and fire-scorched rocks, which were still smouldering. From  what Optimus could deduce, one of the Dinobots, likely Grimlock, had attacked the other two from some sort of provocation, and he surmised that the Triceratops Dinobot, Snarl, had ran away, judging from the set of footprints that ran off into the  distance, while the other Dinobot, Swoop, had taken to the skies to escape Grimlock's wrath.

But the big question was, why had Grimlock attacked them to begin with? True, they did scuffle amongst themselves quite a bit, but mostly it was just play. But clearly what had taken place here was obviously nothing remotely playful. What was going on here? And there was something else, too. Optimus could detect a faint trace of a strange, but not unpleasant, scent in the air.  It was an elusive scent; his olfactory sensors were barely registering the distinctive smell. But what he could pick up left  Optimus feeling slightly odd, with a peculiar fuzzy sensation throughout his body. Again, not unpleasant, but it was slightly  unsettling.

As Optimus puzzled over the mystery of the obvious fight that had taken place and of the strange, elusive scent in the air, wondering what was the cause of both of them, he suddenly got the distinct feeling that he was being watched. No, not  watched...HUNTED, by something close by in the surrounding bushes.

*SNAP*

A twig snapping sharply to his right caught Optimus Prime's attention, and the firetruck mech whirled around, holding up his  axe, expecting a surprise attack from one of the Dinobots. There was nothing there. He blinked in surprise and confusion.

"Huh...that's odd, I could have sworn---" Optimus didn't get much farther than that, for on his left came an earth-shattering roar of "INTRUDER!!! ME GRIMLOCK DESTROY!!!", and before the Prime could do a thing to defend himself,  Grimlock, in dinosaur mode, exploded from a large clump of bushes and delt the red and blue mech a powerful blow with his tail, sending the Prime flying.

"AARRGH!!" Optimus winced as he landed heavily on the ground, and he struggled to get back to his pedes as Grimlock came charging at him again. He was forced to duck and roll as the Dinobot sent a blast of fire-breath in his direction, and he called out to the T-Rex, "No! Grimlock, stop! It's me, Optimus--YAAAAAAAGH!!" The Prime became airborne once again as the  Dinobot dealt him a terrific headbutt, sending him somersaulting through the air.

"ME GRIMLOCK DESTROY INTRUDER!" Grimlock bellowed, charging at Optimus once again. Stunned from the force of the two earlier  attacks, there was little Optimus Prime could do to fend off the Dinobot's third attack, and one mighty tail swipe sent him  flying into a tree.

*CLONK!!!*

Optimus was knocked spark-out when his helm smashed against the tree, and he slumped limply against the trunk, the battle-axe falling from his servos onto the grass. Seeing his opponent rendered unconscious, Grimlock threw his head back and roared his  victory to the skies. "Puny truck-bot no match for me Grimlock! Dinobots RULE!"

Still feeling fired up, the T-Rex paced back and forth, watching the unconscious mech intently for any signs of movement. When it became clear to Grimlock that Optimus wouldn't be coming online any time soon, he let out an agitated growl. It had been far  too easy defeating the smaller mech; he had been practically no challenge at all. He was still itching for some action. Another agitated growl escaped the Dinobot, and he ceased his pacing, grumbling loudly. "Grrrr!! Why Truck-bot come to me Grimlock's  island? Why him poke nose where it don't belong?!"

Optimus chose that moment to let out an incoherent mumble, and Grimlock whipped his helm around, his optics locked on the Prime's face. The T-Rex focused in on the Autobot's mouth in particular, especially on those plump lips of his. They looked so full and tempting...

Without even realising what he was doing, Grimlock transformed into his robot mode, thrusting his face up close to the still-unconscious Autobot's. Lifting a golden claw, he traced it lightly across the Prime's lips, watching as they twitched slightly in reflex. Something deep inside his pelvic region twitched in response, and a quiet growl escaped Grimlock's vocalizer. He continued trailing his claw across the red and blue mech's lips, marveling at the soft texture. "Hmmm...Truck-bot has nice mouth. Him have nice, pretty lips. Why me Grimlock not notice before?" the T-Rex murmured to himself, still trailing his claw over the Prime's mouth. He soon grew bored with that, and a daring idea entered his processor. Keeping his visored gaze locked on Optimus, he started to push the tip of his clawed digit past the Autobot's lips and into his mouth. He broke past the barrier of the smaller mech's dentals easily, and his digit was suddenly engulfed in soft, moist warmth.

The Dinobot let a low, rumbling moan as he slid his finger in and out of Optimus' mouth, shivering as the Prime's solvent coated his finger, making it easier for him to thrust his digit against the smaller mech's lips. "Hrrnnn...Truck-bot's mouth feel good. So hot and wet. Me Grimlock getting hot, too..." He reached down and pawed at his pelvic armor, shuddering and groaning as he massaged the heated metal. Orally molesting the unconscious bot's mouth with his finger was causing him to get horny. Very,

VERY horny. It didn't help that he was still suffering the arousal that had visited itself upon him from inhaling chemical pheromones given off by Swoop, only hours prior to Optimus Prime's arrival on Dinobot Island. Swoop had gone into a heat-cycle, and, driven into a lustful state upon scenting Swoop's condition, he had attempted to interface with the smaller flier.

It hadn't gone well, to put it mildly. He wasn't the only one who had an interest in mating with the flying Dinobot; Snarl, who had also picked up the pheromones given off by Swoop, had challenged Grimlock for the right to interface with Swoop, and Grimlock, who never backed down from a fight, eagerly charged right into the fray, completely overwhelming the horned mech within minutes. However, to his enormous shock and surprise, Swoop thoroughly rejected him as an interfacing partner, and had told him as such.

"You Grimlock too big for me Swoop!" The flying Dinobot had told Grimlock, who had gaped at him with his maw hanging almost to the ground in stupified disbelief. "Me Swoop want clang-clang, not busted aft! Me Swoop take him Snarl instead! At least him Snarl gentle with Swoop and not rough like you Grimlock!"

Needless to say, that hadn't pleased Grimlock at all. Not used to being denied anything, least of all interfacing, Grimlock lost his temper with both Dinobots and sent them running for their lives as he worked himself into a towering fury, which Optimus was unfortunate enough to get the worst of when he stumbled upon the scene. True, beating the smaller mech into unconsciousness had taken the edge off his anger, but he was still agitated from Swoop's refusal to interface with him. That and the effects of

Swoop's  pheromones was enough to put Grimlock on the thinnest of thin lines. And now here he was, with an Autobot that looked as though he wouldn't be coming back online anytime soon, and an unbearable ache within the confines of his pelvic armor.

Then, like the proverbial light bulb going off within one's head, Grimlock got an idea. He looked down at Optimus, studying him briefly, and his face-plates split into a wicked grin. "Me Grimlock know what to do with Truck-bot now! Me Grimlock going to have fun with him Truck-bot, oh yes...."

The Dinobot leader grabbed the unconscious mech and slung him over his shoulder, then carried him off to parts unknown, relishing the thought of the smaller mech coming back online, so that the 'fun' could begin.

~~

Regaining consciousness was a slow and painful process for Optimus, and when he finally rebooted back online, he immediately wished he hadn't. He felt light-headed and dizzy, and every part of his body, right down to the tiny screws that held his metal plating together, was as sore as Pit. Groaning softly, he tried opening his optics, but had to shutter them again as the light, as dim as it was, pierced through his visual sensors like shards of glass, adding to the pain within his helm. He lay there, holding his head in his servos to try and shield his overly-sensitive optics from the light, and aching all over, feeling rather sorry for himself and wishing that he had Ratchet with him right now to tend to his discomfort. What he wouldn't give for a cube of coolant right now, and a nice, dark room to lie in until his processor-ache went away...

Several cycles later, his audios picked up the sounds of heavy footsteps approaching him, and there was a slight thud of a metal container being set down close to his helm. He chanced a peek through his fingers and saw it was a barrel of oil that had a hole punched through the lid. And not ten feet away was the Dinobot leader, still in his robotmode, sitting on a large slab of rock that served as a chair, watching him closely.

"You Truck-bot drink that. It make head-hurt go away." the T-Rex grunted and gestured to the oil barrel. Figuring it would be wise to do as he was told, Optimus struggled to sit upright, fighting a wave of nausea induced by the action as he groped for the barrel and lifted it to his lips, sipping lightly in case it made him sick.

"W-Why did you attack me, Grimlock?" Optimus inquired after a few seconds of drinking in silence while the Dinobot continued to watch him. "I never did anything to provoke you to attack me like that."

Grimlock made what sounded like an apologetic growl before replying, "Me Grimlock sorry. Me Grimlock was mad at them Swoop and Snarl, and you Truck-bot get in me Grimlock's way."

"You were angry at Swoop and Snarl? Why?" Optimus asked, figuring he was going to get to the bottom of this mystery sooner than expected.

The Dinobot growled again, though this time he sounded highly annoyed. "Him Swoop go into heat-cycle. Me Grimlock want to mate with Swoop, but then him Snarl challenge me Grimlock for right to mate with Swoop. Me Grimlock win fight, but then him Swoop said that he no want me Grimlock! Him Swoop said that me Grimlock too big and rough, so Swoop choose Snarl instead! Nobody refuses me Grimlock! So me Grimlock get mad and attack them Swoop and Snarl, and they run off fast. That when you Truck-bot appear, while me Grimlock still mad and feel like smashing stuff."

"So...this whole thing started because Swoop had gone into heat, and he didn't want to mate with you?" Optimus asked slowly, feeling his face-plates flush slightly. Grimlock snorted loudly and replied, "Me Grimlock just say that! Huh, and me Grimlock thought you Truck-bot the smart one..."

"I, uh, I'm sorry things didn't, er...work out between you and Swoop, Grimlock." Optimus said, feeling as though the Pteranodon mech had a very fair reason for refusing Grimlock's attentions. Grimlock was more than twice his size, after all, and Grimlock wasn't exactly the gentle and patient-type, either. He did not blame Swoop in the slightest for opting to go with Snarl instead, given the choice between the two mechs. "Er, better luck next time, I suppose."

Grimlock snorted disdainfully. "Huh, it be same thing. Him Swoop choose him Snarl over me Grimlock again, me Grimlock sure of it. What me Grimlock got to do to get some aft 'round here?!"

Optimus wasn't sure if he really liked this sort of conversation, or where it could lead to. He surely didn't like the way the T-Rex was looking at him, with an almost hungry sort of expression. It was if he was considering HIM as a potential interfacing partner. The very thought made him feel most uncomfortable, and he felt a strong urge to put as much distance between himself and Grimlock as possible, and with that in mind he placed down his half-empty barrel of oil and somehow found the strength to get back to his pedes, remarking awkwardly, "Er...I think I better get going now, before the others get too worried about me. Um...yeah, see you later, Grimlock."

Grimlock raised an optic ridge at the smaller mech, and he got to his pedes as well. "You Truck-bot go now? Me Grimlock no think so....me Grimlock have big problem, and you Truck-bot only one who can help me Grimlock." The T-Rex started moving in the Prime's general direction, not heading straight for him, but Optimus got the nasty feeling that he was trying to shorten the distance between them so he could easily overtake him should he make a break for freedom. Worse still, the Dinobot leader was moving in front of him, blocking his path of escape. But worst of all was the way Grimlock was staring at him, with his jagged mouth twisted into something that resembled a predatory leer. "Me Grimlock wanted to mate with him Swoop, but him Swoop no want me Grimlock..." The T-Rex's leer grew even wider, and a lusty growl rumbled deep in the back of his vocalizer as he continued. "Me Grimlock will have you Truck-bot instead as clang-clang partner. You Truck-bot perfect for me Grimlock. Me Grimlock will love Truck-bot long time~"

Optimus felt his mouth drop open in shock as Grimlock's statement almost caused his logic circuits to short out, and he struggled to shout out a vehement denial as he began to back away from the larger mech, his spark-rate going a mile a minute as panic began to set in his CPU. "W-WHAT?! Grimlock...no! I won't...you can't--!!" The Prime didn't get much further than that, because a nano-klik later the larger mech had him in his arms, pressing his powerful frame against his chassis as he started to lave his glossa along the rim of one of his audios, causing him to gasp and buck. The older mech struggled to get away, but the Dinobot was simply too strong and kept him pinned with a bare minimum of effort.

"NNNGHHH!! G-Grimlock, no! Stop it! I d-don't want...AHHH!!" Optimus bit back a whine as the Dinobot leader nipped at his audio, the sharp dentals nicking the delicate sound receptor and leaving tiny scratches in the blue paint-job. He was forced to bite his lip hard as Grimlock then soothed the audio with another gentle lick, and to his horror he felt his body start to heat up from the larger mech's administrations.

"Mmm, Truck-bot like it when me Grimlock touch there?" The red and gold mech purred, delivering another slow lick to Optimus' audio, smirking when the other mech let out a strangled hiss. "Truck-bot getting so hot from me Grimlock's touch. Truck-bot wants me Grimlock to continue." The dinosaurian transformer leered down at the Prime he held in his arms, licking his glossa over his sharp dentals as he envisioned the smaller mech pinned down beneath him, with his pale blue face-plates flushed and dewed with condensation as he writhed and moaned beneath him in response to his fondling, and this had the effect of ratcheting up his already impressive libido until it was off the charts. "Oooh, yes. Me Grimlock will make Truck-bot scream and beg to be taken by me Grimlock..."

"A-Ahh! Nnngh! N-Not even in your wildest dreams, Grimlock!" Optimus hissed, and with a powerful heave he managed to free one arm, and with a jerk of his wrist he activated his fire-extinguishing mod and shot a glob of thick flame-retardant foam right into Grimlock's visor.

"RAAAAGH!!" Grimlock's bellow shook the cave walls as he staggered back, releasing Optimus from his grip as he wiped feverishly at his face-plates, trying to scrub the blinding foam off. Optimus wasted no time in activating his bola-cannon next, and he quickly shot out two bolas in rapid succession, one binding Grimlock's wrists together while the other entangled the Dinobot's pedes, and the larger mech went crashing down with another roar, struggling against his bonds.

Optimus knew that the bolas wouldn't hold Grimlock for long, so he transformed into his vehicle mode and tore out of the cave as fast as he could go, the sound of his wildly revving engine almost drowning out the terrible roars of the Dinobot behind him. He had to get off of Dinobot Island before the infuriated T-Rex mech found him, but Fate seemed to be playing a cruel game with the young Prime, for he had no idea where he currently was on the island. He wasn't as familiar with the terrain as Prowl or Bulkhead were, considering they were the ones who had explored the island the most out of all of the bots on his team. What he wouldn't have given to have either one with him right now to help him hold off a fragged-off Dinobot, and to help him find a way off this island!

Still driving frantically as though he had a madman behind his wheel, narrowly dodging trees and large rocks alike, Optimus tried to send out a comm-link to his his second-in-command back at the base, hoping to get some form of back-up from Ratchet. With luck, the old medic would be able to find him before Grimlock did, and together they would stand a better chance in engaging the Dinobot and subduing him, thus enabling the both of them to escape. Optimus pinned all his hopes and prayers on that comforting thought, and immediately attempted to contact the med-bot.

/Optimus Prime to Ratchet, I'm in a situation here on Dinobot Island! Requesting immediate back-up! ...Hello? Ratchet! Can you hear me?/ Optimus hailed through the comm-link, but to his horror all he got in response was static.  His comm-link transmitter must have gotten damaged when he had been fighting Grimlock, which meant that it would be impossible for him to contact his fellow Autobot. He was on his own, and that was surely a very daunting thought indeed.

Even so, Optimus told himself that he shouldn't panic. He had a good head start on Grimlock, and he reasoned that if he kept driving in one direction, sooner or later he'd reach the end of the island, and from there he'd be able to drive along the coastline until he found the docking bay, and from there he'd be able to take the cargo ship back out to the mainland. It sounded simple enough, but he could only hope that it would be just as easy doing it as thinking it all out. Just as long as he didn't meet any obstacles (mainly in the form of Grimlock) along the way, he would be able to pull his plan off.

However, Fate continued to play its nasty joke on the Prime, for it wasn't too long before he was forced to stop his headlong rush due to a number of circumstances, namely the fact that his earlier battle with Grimlock had done his aching processor no favors, and also for the fact that the terrain was changing over from woodland into a swamp-like mire, with the previously firm ground becoming boggy and water-logged beneath his tyres. If he kept going at this speed he was bound to either end up driving right into a patch of quicksand (Prowl and Bulkhead had warned him about the quicksand due to having encountered patches of it in previous island visits) or he would end up pushing his overstressed body into stasis-lock.

"Primus in the AllSpark, if it's not one thing it's another," Optimus groaned as he eased himself to a stop before transforming up back into his robot mode, which he took the opportunity to rub the back of his throbbing helm. Once the pain had subsided slightly, he took stock of his surroundings. He defintely appeared to have driven into some form of depression, where rainwater accumulated to form swamp-like conditions. It wouldn't be wise to continue on through, lest he get bogged down. He would have to go around it.

Restraining a sigh and mentally praying to Primus to give him a break for once, Optimus began making his way through the closely-knit trees around the perimeter of the mire, exercising great caution in trying not to make any excessive noise lest he attract extremely unwanted attention. He was actually making pretty good progress, and some of his tension began to ease off a little. He felt confident that he would be able to make it off of Dinobot Island without further incident, but he was quickly jerked out of that reassuring thought when his audios suddenly detected a low grunting noise from further up ahead, putting him instantly on guard.

"Primus, what now?" Optimus muttered under his intake, cautiously looking about just in case anything came charging at him. He relaxed slightly when nothing immediately appeared, but the strange noises up ahead were getting louder, and there was a most peculiar quality about them. It was a rhythmic, low-pitched sound, with a peculiar echoing quality, as if the sound was coming from two different sources. As Optimus listened in, he worked out that the noise <i>was</i> originating from two separate sources, as one was deeply pitched, which made the Prime think it was coming from a large animal of some sort, and the other was lighter sounding, as if it were coming from a smaller being. Optimus gave a start when the low grunts suddenly became punctuated by deep-pitched growls and higher-pitched shrills, and unless his audios were deceiving him, the red and blue mech could have sworn on his creator's spark that he was hearing soft metallic clangs on top of the grunting and growling.

Before he was even fully aware of what he was doing, his better sense of judgement having suddenly gone AWOL, the Prime crept forward, towards the source of the odd noises. He had to see just what he was dealing with here, to make sure that whatever this thing was wasn't suddenly going to come right after him when he least expected it. If it proved to be hazardous, he would have to take a different route through the forest, and that would cost him even more time.

"Just a quick peek, that's all, and then I'll be gone before this...whatever this thing is...realises I'm even there," Optimus muttered to himself as he crouched down behind a massive, overgrown clump of bushes and cautiously parted the leaves aside, providing a peep-hole through the foliage. What he saw almost surely would have made him gasp aloud had he not quickly bitten down upon his lower lip to silence himself, and he gaped incredulously at the sight before him.

In a small clearing not five feet away from where the Prime was hiding, the two Dinobots known as Swoop and Snarl were otherwise too currently engaged with each other to notice that they were being watched. Swoop lay chest-down upon the leafy forest floor, his aft lifted up high, and the slim flier dug his clawed digits into the loamy soil as he shrilled and keened, with Snarl holding onto his waist with large blunt fingers to steady him as he rocked his hips hard and deep against the Pteranodon mech's aft, letting out deep, groaning moans of pleasure with every thrust.

"Ooh! You S-Swoop so hot and nnnghhh tight around me Snarl," the Triceratops Dinobot groaned, optics fluttering as Swoop's inner walls clenched and rippled around his girth.

"Ah! Ahh! Nnnghh...y-you Snarl so big and hard...inside me Swoop," Swoop keened, slipping a servo down between his spread legs to grasp his throbbing cable to pump in time with the larger mech's thrusts. "Ooh! Me Swoop feel so full of nngghhh Snarl's cable! Ahh! You Snarl give me Swoop more! Oohh!"

"Unngh! Oooh, me Snarl give you Swoop more alright..." Snarl gave a wicked grin, then he seized one of Swoop's slender thighs and rolled the other Dinobot onto his side, lifting the leg he held up higher so that his cable would plunge into the Pteranodon mech's port at a new and pleasurable angle. Swoop let out a scream of bliss as his internal sensors were set afire with pleasure, and the sound sent an electrical tingle down the spinal strut of Optimus Prime, who was riveted to the spot from behind his screen of bushes.

From his current position, he had a first-class view of the keening Dinobot's exposed interface unit, and the sight of the erect silver cable leaking with sweet-smelling lubricant, the pearly fluid trickling down the length of the Pteranodon mech's arousal to coat his thighs, was enough to make the red and blue Prime want to groan aloud with need had not the situation called for silence. His whole body was burning hot; he felt like he was slowly being immersed in warm oil, and the air, scented with the sweet, irresistible scent of a bot in heat combined with the equally irresistible perfume of fresh lubricant, sent the Prime shivering. Primus, how he ached to experience the same feelings of pleasure that Swoop was experiencing at the servos of Snarl, whom despite his much larger size was proving to be a gentle yet passionate lover. It had been too many solar-cycles since he had last lain with a willing interface partner, someone who could give him exactly what he needed at the right time, someone who could make him keen and wail with ecstasy, just like Swoop...

With a jolt, Optimus realised too late what was happening to him. By watching the two Dinobots interfacing, and by cycling in air that was laced with Swoop's heat-pheromones, he was now in danger of triggering a heat-cycle of his own. In fact, the process had already begun: his entire body from helm to pedes felt strangely tingly and warm in a pleasant sort of way, his spark felt heavy and engorged within its chamber, with every pulse seeming to reverberate throughout his chassis, and lascivious visions began to dance through his CPU, so that he was hard pressed to suppress a groan from just how intensely graphic they were. But most worrying of all was the dull, aching throb that had sprung up between his legs, which seemed to become more intense with every passing moment, especially in response to hearing Swoop and Snarl's grunts and moans of pleasure from behind the screen of bushes. To the Prime's horror, he could feel himself growing damp underneath his protective plating, and his cable and port both throbbed for attention, aching to be freed from the smothering confines of his pelvic armor.

"No, no, no, no! This can't be happening to me, not now...!" Optimus whimpered under his intake, biting his lower lip hard enough to draw energon as he forcibly tore himself away from the clump of bushes that was screening Swoop and Snarl from his view. Silently cursing himself for being twenty different kinds of glitch-head for allowing himself to get into such a state and for having wasted precious time that could have been spent in trying to escape the island, the red and blue Prime stumbled along through the forest, trying to ignore the dull ache that throbbed persistently beneath his pelvic plating with little success. He needed to get off of Dinobot Island before Grimlock caught up with him, and in his current state he would be no match for the Dinobot, who could easily overpower him with his strength and much larger size. The Prime couldn't suppress a shudder as he envisioned what Grimlock would do to him if he did find him...he imagined that the Dinobot would pin him down to the ground and keep him trapped under his larger and heavier frame, leaving him free to use those golden claws of his to skitter over his chassis, seeking out the most pleasurable seams while he'd most likely lower his helm down and bury it within the crook of his neck to nibble and lick at his neck cables, or maybe he'd go for his audios again and molest them with his glossa, making him grow hot all over from the oh, so good sensation--

"Augh! Snap out of it, Optimus!" The red and blue Prime gave himself a literal slap to the face-plates to try and knock out those heat-induced thoughts out of his processor. "This isn't the time to be daydreaming! I've got to get off this island!" Gritting his dentals with renewed determination, Optimus strove to keep his wits about him as he kept on moving forward, trying to ignore the persistent ache within both his helm and his pelvic armor as he pushed a path through the forest, hoping to come to some open ground soon so he can revert back to his vehicle mode and gain more distance. He couldn't quite shake off the feeling of foreboding that he'd end up running into Grimlock again, and he intended on making his escape lest it come to pass.

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An hour passed by and Optimus was still trudging through the woodland forest on Dinobot Island, tiredly working his way around trees and stepping over bushes as he pushed himself onward. He felt like an absolute wreck, with his body aching all over from his fight with Grimlock, his helm pounding from a processor-ache, and he was becoming increasingly tormented by the ache within his pelvic armor that simply refused to go away. He was also beginning to run low on his fuel reserves, and he longed for a drink of coolant to soothe his parched throat tubing. At irregular intervals he would try to contact Ratchet or any other members of his team, hoping to get a signal through, but all his damaged comm-link would receive in return was a mess of static. And as if things couldn't possibly get any worse, it was starting to grow dark, and the Prime felt sure that he wasn't going to make it off the island before night fell. He did not relish the idea of spending the night in unfamiliar territory, with a lusty T-Rex Dinobot surely hot on his trail. With his heat-cycle triggered, Grimlock was bound to pick up his heat-induced pheromones and come charging through trees and rocks alike in order to stake his claim upon him. Optimus grimaced as his CPU throbbed painfully, and he pinched the bridge of his nasal ridge as he shuttered his optics, wondering what on Cybertron he should do next. If only his heat-cycle hadn't been activated...surely there had to be a way to suppress it.

"What would Prowl do in a situation like this?" Optimus muttered, thinking about the black and gold ninja-bot that was a member of his Autobot crew. He recalled the time when Prowl had entered a heat-cycle of his own; Bulkhead had been willing to help the sleek and graceful mech in 'dealing' with his condition, and the green giant must have done an excellent job on it, for the next morning following Prowl's heat-cycle, the motorcycle mech was back to normal...if a bit more cheerful than usual, and he had spent the entire day with Bulkhead to thank him for lending a servo (so to speak) in helping him through his heat-cycle, much to Bulkhead's delight. Ever since then, the two had become especially close, despite what others might have thought about them being together, considering how vastly different they were, both personality-wise and in stature. Optimus found himself wondering what it must be like for the two of them to be together intimately...surely Bulkhead would have to exercise extreme caution to avoid causing damage to his partner due to his great size and strength, but he might also prove to be a surprisingly gentle and passionate lover, treating the smaller ninja-bot as if he were made of precious Iaconian crystal. And would Prowl be able to handle a mech the size of Bulkhead? He must be quite capable of it, because he never had to take a trip to Ratchet's med-bay after a passionate night with the much larger bot...

Oh, slag. All these thoughts concerning Prowl and Bulkhead and how they would interface certainly did not help Optimus' current condition in the slightest. The thought on how Bulkhead would top Prowl without hurting the smaller mech made Optimus groan with a need to get rid of that damned persistent ache between his legs, and his body grew so hot with the need to interface that it almost sent him to his knees, gasping and trembling for intake.

"Primus slag it! Nice going there, Optimus. As if you didn't have enough problems already, you go ahead and make things even more complicated," Optimus berated himself angrily, face palming hard enough to almost leave a servo-shaped dent in his face-plates. "I need to concentrate on getting off of this spark-forsaken island before nightfall, and all of these distracting thoughts isn't going to help me escape before Grimlock can find me! So pull yourself together, Prime...if you keep yourself focused on the mission at hand and you just might be able to pull off the getaway act..."

Still muttering remonstrations and encouragement to himself, Optimus forced himself onward, ignoring his aching helm and the heated throbbing between his legs as he doggedly continued forward, telling himself that any klik now he'd reach the end of the forest and find himself upon the beach, and he'd be home free.

He should have known better than to tempt the higher powers that be, for sometimes they had a habit of completely dashing all of your hopes and expectations. Or, to put it into more uncouth terms, they'd come back and bite you in the aft plating, and hard.

The first indication that the young Prime received that something was amiss was when he passed by a conifer tree that had a broken lower branch; he could have sworn that he had passed by that tree already. Frowning to himself, Optimus wondered if he had ended up walking in a circle, which had lead him back to this particular tree. He fervently hoped that wasn't the case, but just to make sure, he looked about and found a stone sticking out of the soil a few feet away, and after pulling it up he carefully wedged it between two branches of the tree, making an effective marker. That way, if he was going in circles and passed by this tree again, he'd know for sure. He set off again into the ever-darkening woods, reluctant to activate his headlights lest they'd pinpoint his exact position to Grimlock. He hoped that the moonlight would be enough to see where he was going...

About twenty minutes later and after tripping over a rotting log in the darkness, which sent him falling face-first into a pond and resulted in a dented knee-plate and a rather bruised dignity, Optimus struggled not to limp as he went to the nearest tree and braced his servo upon it to help keep his balance, stopping for a moment to pick some water weeds that had entangled around his wing-like audios. When he was done, he happened to glance up, and his spark sank at what he saw.

The tree he was standing next to was a conifer with a broken lower branch, and it had a stone wedged between two other branches. The awful truth of it was like a slap to the face-plates; he had been going around in circles, fuddled by both the nasty knock to the helm and by his activated heat-cycle, and he had no idea whether or not if he was anywhere near reaching the coastline of Dinobot Island.

"Oh, Primus in the AllSpark, give me a break!" Optimus cried out in frustration and despair. "What did I ever do to deserve this?!" He dropped to his knees, wincing as his dented knee throbbed in protest, and he bowed over slightly and held his helm in his servos, just suddenly overwhelmed by all the misfortune that had dumped its heavy load on his shoulders. "I should have never come to Dinobot Island by myself in the first place! I'd do anything to leave here and go back home, anything-!!"

A low rumble suddenly assaulted Optimus' audios, and an all-too familiar voice spoke up out of the surrounding darkness. "Anything, you Truck-bot say?"

Gasping with shock, Optimus looked up sharply and activated his headlights, his optics widening in a way that would have been considered comical had not the situation been so dire at what he saw before him. There, about ten feet away and standing in plain view of his headlights, was none other than Grimlock, back in his Tyrannosaurus Rex alt-mode, who was looking at him with his helm tilted to one side as he regarded the red and blue mech with what the Prime assumed was a studying gaze.

"How...how did you find me?" Optimus couldn't prevent his voice from coming out in a high, nervous squeak, and he automatically began scooting backwards, away from the Dinobot. Grimlock, however, stayed where he was, and his fanged maw worked itself into something that resembled a victorious grin.

"That easy. Me Grimlock know island better than you Truck-bot, and me Grimlock also have good hearing and nose; me Grimlock could smell you Truck-bot from good lot away. You Truck-bot so busy in trying to get off me Grimlock's island that you no see me Grimlock following you." The Dinobot tilted his helm in the other direction, watching as the edgy Prime withdrew his battle-axe to arm himself, and he snorted at the other mech. "You Truck-bot not in shape to fight me Grimlock. 'Sides, me Grimlock not feel like fighting you Truck-bot anymore. Me Grimlock rather do something more fun with you Truck-bot..."

"No! Absolutely not!" Optimus shouted out a vehement refusal. "I won't let you come near me, so if you were smart, you'd walk off right now and leave me alone!" The Prime gripped the handle of his axe tight, ready to defend himself in case the Dinobot charged at him as he continued in a more reasonable tone, not wishing to actually confront the easily-angered mech in combat again. "I...I just want to get off this island, so please just let me go. I won't cause any trouble for you, I promise. Please, just let me go on my way..."

Grimlock made a contemplative noise, as if seriously thinking about what the exhausted Prime had said. "You Truck-bot want to get off island? Then me Grimlock make deal with you," Grimlock rumbled out. "Me Grimlock take you Truck-bot to the end of me Grimlock's island so you Truck-bot can leave on boat-thingy, but me Grimlock want something in return for helping you Truck-bot."

Optimus was fairly sure on what the Dinobot wanted of him, and he automatically opened his mouth to make another denial, but the T-Rex mech cut across him. "You Truck-bot lost; you not find the way to beach without me Grimlock's help. You Truck-bot also hurt, and won't get far with hurting head and sore knee. Me Grimlock can carry you Truck-bot easy, it no trouble." Here he could not keep a slightly wicked glint out of his optics, and he let out another low rumble. "All me Grimlock want is to get rid of ache 'tween me Grimlock's legs, and me sure that you Truck-bot feel the same way, yes?"

Optimus blushed furiously, and he stuttered out shakily, "I-I...no, a-actually. I don't k-know what you're talking about..."

Grimlock snorted at him, as if he were incredibly thick-headed. "Me Grimlock not stupid. Me Grimlock already said that me have good nose. Me Grimlock can smell how you Truck-bot want clang-clang so badly." When the Prime had no reply to give him, he continued, lowering his voice into a seductive purr. "Truck-bot want clang-clang like me Grimlock. Let me Grimlock make clang-clang with you Truck-bot, and then me Grimlock promise to take you Truck-bot back to boat-thingy. It good deal, yes?"

"I...ah..." Optimus was at a complete loss on what to do. Should he refuse Grimlock's offer and take his own chances in trying to find his way to the coast, or should he shove aside his inhibitions and allow the T-Rex transformer to help him in exchange for an interface? His pride and dignity as a Prime made him want to deny any of the brash and hot-tempered Dinobot's temptations, but he had to face the fact that the other mech had a fair point; he was lost, not to mention exhausted and running low on fuel. If he refused Grimlock's offer, there was the risk that he could go into emergency stasis once his fuel ran dry, or worse still and considering his incredible bad luck so far, he could run into Blackarachnia, and in his current state he would stand very little chance against her. Optimus bit his lip as he debated on what he should do: accept Grimlock's offer and end up with a sore aft, or refuse and risk going into emergency stasis or encountering Blackarachnia. He vented a loud sigh as he grudgingly made his decision.

"Alright, Grimlock...I'll accept your offer, if it means I can finally get off this island and go home." He quickly held up a servo to forstall the T-Rex, who had let out an excited growl and took a step forwards in his direction. "However, I, ah...I must ask you to at least try and not be too rough with me. I'm not exactly in the best of shape right now, if you catch my meaning. And you have to keep your word that you'll take me back to the coast once this is over."

Grimlock noted the way Optimus rubbed his helm, which probably meant his processor-ache was still hanging about, and he gave his shoulders a shrug. "Okay, me Grimlock try. Just let me Grimlock do what me Grimlock do best, then you Truck-bot can go home. You Truck-bot have me Grimlock's word."

Optimus nodded shakily, then shuttered his optics, wondering just how Grimlock planned to do this; he fully expected Grimlock to lunge at him like some depraved beast and sate himself upon him, with scant disregard for his own comfort. He tensed slightly when he heard the heavy footfalls of the larger mech approaching, and he steeled himself for the moment that he would be grabbed, pushed onto the ground and then mounted. He was therefore surprised when instead of all of that happening, he felt the Dinobot gently nuzzling his face-plates with his snout, which prompted him to unshutter his optics. Grimlock let out a deep, rumbling purr, which the red and blue mech could feel vibrating right into his very spark chamber, and he gasped and shivered when Grimlock's fanged mouth opened slightly and a long, slick glossa extended, gently laving at his neck seams.

"A-Ahh...G-Grimlock...ohhh..." Optimus felt some of his tension ease off slightly at the pleasurable stimulation, though he kept his guard up in case the larger mech pulled off something unexpected. He groaned again when the Dinobot trailed his glossa up to his audios, and a faint rosy flush rose up to his cheeks as heat also pooled within his pelvic plating in response to Grimlock's teasing glossa. This...this actually felt pretty good so far, and Grimlock was indeed doing his best to be gentle, though he could sense the T-Rex's strong need to actually get down to the business. He mentally prayed to Primus for the larger mech to keep up his effort of restraint, otherwise he was going to get some very suspicious glares from Ratchet if he arrived back at the base with a very noticeable limp to his stride.

Grimlock let out another low growl as he took in the Prime's scent through his air vents, his olfactory sensors firing off with excitement and desire as he picked up the distinctive and heady pheromones the smaller mech was giving off. He smelled even sweeter than Swoop, and he drooled at the thought of being able to claim the Autobot as his. He began to trail his licks further downward, laving over Optimus' chassis before going to tease the silver grill that was upon his abdomen, making the other mech twitch and groan. He had never imagined that such arousing sounds could come from a bot he would have considered as his rival in normal circumstances, and it fired his need even further until he could barely hold back.

"Hurrr...Truck-bot smell so good, me Grimlock bet that Truck-bot taste good, too..." Grimlock rumbled as he boldly pressed his snout against the red and blue Prime's pelvic armor, causing him to gasp and buck, and his glossa laved against the hot groin, desperate to taste the other mech's arousal.

"AAAHH! G-Grimlock!!" Optimus let out a choked scream as pleasure exploded throughout his circuits; his heat-cycle was now in hyper-drive thanks to the Dinobot's administrations and it was taking every ounce of willpower for the Prime not to lose himself to the sheer and utter need to beg and be taken like some kind of pleasure-drone. But it was hard, oh it was so hard to hold back. It had been far too long since his last interface, and as a result he was even more sensitive than usual, and Grimlock's glossa just felt so good on his body. But was he mentally prepared to go all the way with the Dinobot? Before he had a chance to actually think that out, he was distracted by the sensation of Grimlock's dentals gently nipping at his pelvic plating, and he dug his fingers into the loamy soil and cried out again as his cable strained to be free, his port starting to leak with lubricant. "Ahh! Oh P-Primus! Grimlock! Nngh!"

Grimlock's glossa swiped across Optimus' plating again, and he was rewarded with the sweet tang of the Prime's lubricant. His optics darkened with lust at the taste of the warm fluid, and he simply had to have more where that came from. "Open for me Grimlock. Me Grimlock want to taste Truck-bot now!" He laved his glossa harder against the hot pelvic armor, demanding to be let in.

"F-Frag!! Ahhhh!" Optimus cried out as, if on command, his pelvic plating slid back with alacrity, causing his mech-hood and port to be exposed to the Dinobot, and the thought of his most intimate area being exposed to the T-Rex mech's dangerously fanged mouth almost made him reel from both apprehension and excitement both. He fell back with a sharp gasp as Grimlock dove in with almost indecent enthusiasm, the air instantly becoming filled with wet slurping sounds as his long, thick glossa lapping at his leaking cable before wrapping around it, giving it a few languid pumps to further stoke his pleasure. "NnnghhAAAAHHH! G-Grimlock! Oh frag! Frag! Ahhh!!"

"Truck-bot taste goooooood, me Grimlock like..." Grimlock flicked his glossa over the weeping tip of Optimus' cable, causing it to tremble and the bot it belonged to to cry out again. "Me Grimlock want more..." He unwrapped his glossa from around the Prime's mech-hood and slipped downwards, eyeing the leaking port with interest. He gave the small opening an experimental lick, and he felt amusement when Optimus yelped and arched his back into a curve in response. He licked at it again, with more pressure, and the result was the same. Finally, deciding he had teased the smaller mech enough, he began to push his glossa inside the sweet-tasting port, feeling the internal lining stretch to accommodate the intrusion.

"GRIMLOOOOOOOCK!!" Optimus gave vent to a strangled scream of ecstasy as the Dinobot pushed his glossa inside as far as it would go, and he bucked and shuddered as he felt the long, slick appendage lap at his internal walls, swirling and pumping in and out like an extremely flexible cable. He squeezed his optics shut and he gave voice to loud, almost primal moans of pleasure as his body rocked back and forth gently upon the forest floor from the force of Grimlock's oral thrusts, and he lifted a leg to brace his pede against Grimlock's helm as the larger mech licked at his internal sensors and nodes. This was absolutely mind-blowing! Already he was at the brink of overloading; he could feel pressure building up within his groin at every pump of the Dinobot's glossa going in and out of his dripping port, and any klik now he was going to go off with the force of a small bomb. As if sensing how close he was, Grimlock increased the speed of his thrusts, his glossa stroking against every tactile sensor that it could reach, and he growled in anticipation of the smaller mech's release.

That was the catalyst that pushed Optimus Prime over the edge; white-hot bliss erupted throughout his circuits as Grimlock's glossa flicked against his sweet-spot, causing the young Prime to arch his back-struts and bite down upon his servo to smother the wild shriek of raw ecstasy that rang through his vocalizer, his entire body trembling all over as lubricant pulsed from his cable in glistening archs to splash against his grill and chassis, his port clamping down tight around Grimlock's glossa.

"Ohhh..." Grimlock rumbled with approval as he drank down everything the smaller mech had to offer him. He had never tasted anything so sweet within his whole (if comparatively  short) life, and he made sure not to miss a single drop of the warm lubricant as he lifted his muzzle to lap up the wet patches that decorated the gasping Prime's chassis. "Truck-bot get off gooood, yes?"

"Ahh...ah...y-yes, that f-felt amazing..." Optimus admitted, barely able to speak or even think coherently after that intense overload that rocked him to his very core. "It's been...a long time since I had an overload that good." He blushed, hoping that Grimlock wouldn't get curious and start asking him who had been his last interface partner, and he gently but firmly pushed Grimlock's muzzle aside when the larger T-Rex transformer attempted to lick of a streak of lubricant that stuck to his cheek. Sitting back up with a grunt of effort, he now looked at Grimlock with a mildly sheepish expression. "Er, I've kept my half of the bargain, Grimlock. Will you take me back to the coast now? I really do want to go home..."

"You Truck-bot want to leave me Grimlock so soon? But me Grimlock not get chance to make clang-clang yet," Grimlock stated, suddenly transforming into his robot mode, which still towered easily over the Prime. "Me Grimlock want to make clang-clang with you Truck-bot; it not fair that Truck-bot get to feel good and me Grimlock not to get to feel same way."

"O-Oh..." Optimus' face-plates fell a mile a minute, as did the spark within his chassis. He should have known that this would happen, and he still wasn't comfortable with the idea of the Dinobot going any further other than oral stimulation with him.

Sensing the Prime's unease, Grimlock knelt down before the older mech, his visored gaze focusing upon the other bot's flushed face-plates. "Me Grimlock be gentle with Truck-bot, me Grimlock swear. Then me Grimlock take you Truck-bot to the boat-thingy, you have me Grimlock's word."

Optimus bit his lower lip, wondering if the word of the powerful Dinobot leader was really worth trusting. He sighed mentally, deciding to hold out on the larger mech to be faithful to his word. What other choice did he have? "Alright Grimlock, if you want to interface with me, then lets do it. I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

Grimlock growled in anticipation and eagerness. Placing his clawed servos on Optimus' waist, he drew the hesitant mech towards him, lowering his helm to nibble and lick at the blue wing-like audios upon the red and blue Autobot's helm. "Me Grimlock make Truck-bot feel plenty good. Me Grimlock best at everything, 'specially at making clang-clang."

"I...I'm sure you are, Grimlock. Just remember to try and be g-gentle..." Optimus sucked in a sharp intake when the Dinobot's sharp dentals proceeded to trail down to nibble at his neck seams. He gasped again when Grimlock lifted his hips up so that his pelvic region came into contact with his own, and his moans mingled with Grimlock's low growls of bliss when he rubbed the smaller mech's exposed interface panel against his hot plating. "O-Oh! Primus, nngh...h-haahhh..." Optimus whimpered as he felt his cable beginning to stiffen and grow hard once more, the tip leaving a slick trail of lubricant against Grimlock's abdomen as he ground his hips against the smaller mech. Grimlock leered approvingly at the aroused state of Prime, and he licked the edge of Optimus' audio as he rumbled, "Ooh, Truck-bot so hard. Me Grimlock getting hard, too. Me Grimlock show you..."

Despite himself, Optimus couldn't help but gasp in astonishment when Grimlock's pelvic armor slid back and his erect cable rose up out of its housing. Its length and breadth was truly impressive; he doubted if he could actually endure having a cable that size inside his port without causing damage. Still, the thought of having it slide inside him sent an electric thrill up his spinal-strut, and when the Dinobot rubbed their exposed cables together he shuddered and unthinkingly began to return the sweet friction, becoming lost in the pleasurable moment.

Grimlock, however, was impatient to be inside the hot little beauty that was pressed against his chassis, who was letting out the most arousing moans and whimpers that threatened to make him lose all control of himself. His cable throbbed relentlessly, as if begging to slip into the slick port that awaited it, and he groaned to Optimus, "Nnngh... Me Grimlock want you Truck-bot now, me Grimlock can't wait. Me Grimlock want Truck-bot so bad, want to feel you Truck-bot on the inside so bad."

Optimus shivered at the needy, desperate tone the T-Rex Dinobot was deploying. It sounded as though he could barely hold back, and suddenly neither could he. "G-Grimlock...nngh...j-just be careful, you're a lot bigger than me, after all..." he gasped, clinging to Grimlock's chassis as their cables glided against each other.

It took a few seconds for Grimlock to realise that Optimus was giving him permission to go all the way. Visor flashing with relief, he began to stake his claim on the Prime, all too eager to finally sate his urge to mate with a willing partner. He lifted Optimus up slightly and shifted him into position until he was aligned with his cable, which stood poised and waiting for the other mech's port, and keeping his visor locked on Optimus' face-plates he lowered him down slowly, feeling the tip of his cable press against the tight ring of the smaller mech's port. Struggling to control himself, not wanting to aggravate his partner by going too fast, he lowered Optimus down a bit more, until he felt his cable starting to breach the smaller mech's entrance, and the tip of his mech-hood became engulfed in searing wet heat.

"Nnnnghhhaaahh!" Optimus cried out, his body automatically tensing up as Grimlock's cable stretched him open. Only the head was inside him so far, and it still felt as though he was being split in two. "H-Hurts! It's t-too much! Ahh! T-Take it out, you're g-going to tear me up inside! Ahh!"

Grimlock stopped immediately, his jaw setting into a frown of consternation. This wasn't what he had in mind at all, and he so desperately wanted to feel more of the Prime around his cable. Stubborn almost to an absolute fault, he was determined to feel all of Optimus around him; he figured the smaller mech needed a bit more preparation first. "Don't worry, me Grimlock can fix. Truck-bot soon feel good again, yes!" He declared as he withdrew from the Prime and, setting Optimus down face-first against the soft soil, he held onto his hips and lifted them up, leaning forward to lubricate the other mech's port once more with his solvent-coated glossa, and to gently slide his golden claws, first one claw and then another, inside the small opening, carefully stretching and loosening the tight ring by thrusting and scissoring his digits inside the Prime.

"O-Ooooh, Primus!" Optimus gasped raggedly, fingers curling and crunching up dead leaves as Grimlock worked at his port. Condensation broke out all over his plating as he felt the Dinobot's claws brush against a sensor deep inside, and he moaned and shuddered as Grimlock's solvent dripped over his port to mingle with the lubricant that was leaking out, the warm slick fluid making it easier for the T-Rex transformer to thrust his claws inside him. He gritted his dentals against the sudden sting when Grimlock stretched him open further by adding a third digit, but the pain passed by quickly and he relaxed against the ground once more, shuttering his optics with a whimper when Grimlock's claws curled inside him, brushing against more internal sensors. "U-Uunnnhhh... Grimlock...ahhh..."

Grimlock felt as though he was going to burst if he didn't get inside the smaller Prime soon; he had been tending to his aching cable with his free servo by fisting the hard length in response to the arousing moans his truck-bot was letting out, but he wanted to overload inside the hot port he was working with his claws. He hoped he had loosened up the other mech enough, because now or never, he was ready to get down to the business. "Oooh...me Grimlock want Truck-bot so bad. Nghh! Me Grimlock take you Truck-bot now, me Grimlock love Truck-bot long time tonight, yes..."

"G-Grimlock!" Optimus gasped out the Dinobot's name as he withdrew his claws from his port and lifted him back up onto his knees, his back pressing against Grimlock's broad chassis. The intake hitched in his throat as Grimlock bent down and set his dentals into his shoulder, like how a cyber-wolf would bite down on the scruff of its partner in the act of mating. Pleasure mingled with the pain, and he couldn't suppress a shudder at the ferocity of Grimlock's desire, sensing his sheer need to stake his claim upon him. All his inhibitions had long since flown out the window by this time; he was every bit as hot and aching for an overload as Grimlock was. "F-Frag, yes! I n-need this now, so bad..." He craned his neck around to meet Grimlock's hungry gaze and said, "Take me, Grimlock. Take me j-just the way you want it..."

Grimlock could have howled his triumph to the night skies when he heard his hot little truck-bot begging for him to take him now. But the temptation to claim the smaller mech's lips proved to be too irresistible. Leaning down, he swooped in and claimed Optimus' lush lips in a rough, dominating kiss, and his glossa slipped inside to stroke against the other within when he felt those smooth lips part with a gasp. Digging his claws into the slim waist he held within his servos, he pressed the head of his cable against the Prime's hot entrance, and with a controlled thrust of his hips he succeeded in breaching the barrier once more, and with one more thrust he slid home all the way in.

Optimus cried aloud. Not in pain, as he'd expected to feel, but in processor-blowing ecstasy. His port was filled to capacity with Grimlock's huge cable, and the angle at which he penetrated him brought him in direct contact with all of the secret, most sensitive places deep inside. He let out another scream of bliss as Grimlock withdrew slightly then thrust back in, and he attempted to push back to meet those thrusts, overcome by a primal lust. A keening, animalistic noise filled the night air as Grimlock drove his hips in a hard but controlled pace, and Optimus realised that the sound was spilling from his own mouth.

"Oooohh! Oooohhh! G-Grimlock! Oh Primus, yes! Don't stop! Don't stop!" Optimus wailed over and over as Grimlock attacked his neck with bites and nips, the pain only adding to the pleasure of the experience.

"Raaahhhh! T-Truck-bot feel so good! So hot and tight a-around me Grim-nnngh-lock!" Grimlock snarled in pleasure as he drove himself in and out of Optimus' tight, clenching warmth, feeling the silken walls ripple and pulse around him, squeezing down tight as if determined to receive his life force. "T-Truck-bot belong to me Grimlock, and only me G-Grimlock! Raaaaaaaaaahh! Truck-bot perfect for me Grimlock, me Grimlock love Truck-bot long time!"

Grimlock leaned over Optimus, licking the back of his neck and fondling his hips, not once stopping the rapid pace of driving his cable into the hot port around him. Optimus felt the deep, rumbling growls in Grimlock's chassis as he leaned back against him, gripping his forearms for support. Overtaken by primal lust and desire, he cried out for Grimlock to take him harder, to hurt him. Grimlock responded lustily, growling deep within his chassis and sinking his dentals into the Prime's shoulder, digging his golden talons into the smaller mech's hips, sinking into sensitive seams.

The pain drove Optimus even higher. A piercing wail tore from his lips as stars exploded behind his tightly shuttered optics, his overload almost upon him. "U-UUUHHHNNN!! Grimlooooock! Oh Primus! Ahh! Ahh! I'm...I'm g-going to-!!"

"Yes! Overload for me Grimlock!" Grimlock commanded roughly, their bodies clanging audibly as his hips slammed against the Prime's. "Overload for me Grimlock now!!"

Optimus did. Immediately upon hearing Grimlock's deep growling voice right in his audio, his port clenched like a fist around the Dinobot's cable as he pounded even more furiously into him. "G-GRIMLOOOOOOOOOOOOCK!!" A wild, blissful scream erupted from the Prime's vocalizer as his body pulsed and trembled in the throes of a powerful overload, lubricant gushing from his port to flood Grimlock's mech-hood and pulsing from the tip of his cable in silvery archs, splashing over the ground and trees for a fair distance. The release was explosive, intense and all-consuming; all that existed in that very moment was the raw, undiluted pleasure.

Watching Optimus go off was the trigger Grimlock needed to follow the other mech into release. With a final thrust of his hips, he howled out his overload as lubricant burst from his cable to flood Optimus' port, the excess pouring down the Prime's silver thighs and onto the ground. Flames erupted from the Dinobot leader's collar as his roars rent the night air, mingling with Optimus' cries of ecstasy, and he pressed the smaller mech closer to his chassis, feeling possessive of the Autobot whom he now had staked his claim upon.

Once the powerful tremors of release died down, Optimus groaned softly and willingly leaned back against Grimlock, his optics fluttering with the effort to stay open. "A-Ahhh...hahh...Grimlock...Primus..."

"Truck-bot get off gooooood..." Grimlock rumbled his approval, giving his truck-bot's audio a gentle lick. "Me Grimlock get off good too. That make me Grimlock happy..."

"Mmmm...that's good to hear, Grimlock. Just...just remember to keep your promise..." Optimus murmured, feeling as though he was entering a  dream-like state brought on by the intense overload. He was exhausted, mentally and physically, and he would have willingly dropped off into recharge right there in Grimlock's arms, still connected to him by the Dinobot's cable and covered in their cooling lubricants. Another gentle lick, this one to his cheek, roused him enough from going into recharge, and he felt Grimlock slowly withdrawing from his port, making him feel strangely bereft and empty from the loss, and Grimlock picked him up, cradling the tired Prime in his arms.

"Me Grimlock keep promise. Me Grimlock take you Truck-bot to boat-thingy now," Grimlock said, though secretly he wished he could keep the smaller mech around for longer. As he shifted Optimus into a slightly more comfortable position, he headed off into the night, going in the direction he knew would be the quickest route back to the coast, he looked down at Optimus and asked, "Will Truck-bot come back and visit me Grimlock again soon?"

"Mmm...we'll see, Grimlock..." Optimus murmured, feeling recharge tugging at his CPU once more. His optic shutters slid down as exhaustion claimed him, and for what seemed like only a few minutes, he slumbered within Grimlock's arms.

~~

Optimus awoke to the sensation of Grimlock nuzzling the top of his helm, and he heard the T-Rex mech rumble in his audio, "Truck-bot wake up. We have big problem. The boat-thingy is gone!"

"H-Huh? What?" Optimus struggled to reboot himself out of recharge, onlining his optics and blinking owlishly. It took a few minutes for him to shake off the sluggishness of interface-induced recharge, but once his menta became bright and alert, he almost wished it hadn't. A cry of consternation tore itself from his vocalizer at what he saw: Grimlock had indeed arrived upon the beach, and was standing alongside the dock, but there was something very wrong with that current picture. The ship he had arrived on was missing, most likely having departed and sailed back to port thanks to being on an automated timer. Which meant he was stuck here until the ship returned, and that wouldn't be until the early hours of the morning.

"Oh Primus, can't you give me one fragging break for one fragging cycle?! Is that really too much to ask?!" Optimus hollered to the skies, his normally composed persona shattering upon this unfortunate twist of bad luck. "What did I ever do to deserve this?!"

Grimlock, looking rather put-out upon watching the red and blue mech voice his displeasure and glare at the starlit heavens as if it had done him a great personal wrong, suddenly brightened up as he ventured a suggestion. "Uh, it not that bad. Me Grimlock can swim. Truck-bot can sit on me Grimlock's back, and me Grimlock can carry you Truck-bot home!"

"I'm...not sure if that's such a good idea, Grimlock." Optimus frowned, eyeing the Dinobot with some trepidation. He doubted that Grimlock was much of a swimmer, and he didn't fancy sinking to the bottom of the lake where his team-mates would have zero chance in finding him due to the liquid's interference with his energy signature. Grimlock, however, was quite adamant, and completely ignoring Optimus' protests he placed the smaller mech down on the sandy beach and took a step back, transforming back into his Tyrannosaurus Rex alt-mode, and then he squatted down to allow Optimus to climb up onto his back.

"Come, me Grimlock carry Truck-bot! The faster you Truck-bot do as me Grimlock say, the faster you Truck-bot can get home!"

Seeing that it was pointless to argue, Optimus sighed deeply and muttered to himself as he struggled to straddle the Dinobot's broad back. "Primus, I sure hope I know what I'm doing..."

Once the Autobot leader was settled firmly on his back, Grimlock made straight for the water, and he ploughed through the shallows like bulldozer until he reached deeper water and his pedes could no longer touch the bottom. Optimus held on for dear life as Grimlock floundered for a few tense moments, until he began kicking out with his powerful hind legs and brought his tail into play, using it as a rudder to help keep his balance as he began swimming back for the mainland. Spitting out the water that lapped into his fanged maw, Grimlock informed his passenger, almost cheerfully. "See? Me Grimlock have good ideas. Me Grimlock get Truck-bot home, no problem!"

"Thanks Grimlock, I appriciate it." Optimus managed a small smile at the Dinobot, genuinely grateful to him for going through all this trouble. The smile quickly fell off his face-plates and was replaced by an intense blush when Grimlock further went on, "Oh yes! Me Grimlock take Truck-bot home, and me Grimlock spend the night with Truck-bot! It least you Truck-bot can do to thank me Grimlock!"

"I...er...oh dear..." Optimus felt sure that his team-mates wouldn't take very kindly to having an unexpected guest dropping by and spending the night with them, especially considering that said guest was about six tons of hot-headed aggression and carried the title of Grimlock. He could only hope that he would be able to convince Grimlock to go back to his island once they reached the mainland, otherwise he was going to get in a whole lot of trouble with his base's medic. After all, there was a reason why Bumblebee had secretly nicknamed the older med-bot 'Ratchet the Hatchet', and after everything he had been through tonight, the last thing he wanted was to start a second Great War with his medic...

~~

Back at the abandoned plant that was the home-base for Optimus and his bots, the very med-bot that Optimus had been worried about confronting was currently working himself into a right old tizzy over the lack of contact from his leader. Multiple times he had tried to hail to the Prime's frequency, but all he got back in return was a mess of static. Fearing the worst for his leader, he was in the process of ordering Prowl and Bumblebee (who had just returned from their patrol duties) to accompany him to Dinobot Island so they can find their missing Prime.

"Alright you two, listen up! It's been over five hours since we've last heard from Prime, so I've come to the conclusion that somethin's happened to him out there. We've gotta get ourselves goin' and find him, pronto!"

"What do ya think happened to him, Doc-Bot?" Bumblebee inquired. "Ya don't think he ran into the Dinobots or Blackarachnia, do ya?"

Ratchet scowled ominously, not liking the mental image the yellow scout's words brought up. "Frag, either one is possible, kid. Those territorial Dinobot lunkheads could've jumped Prime out there and knocked him out cold, or he ran afoul of that spider-femme and is caught up in her webs somewhere, doin' Primus knows what to him. Which is why we're gonna go out there now and try to find Optimus before it's too late!" Grumbling and cursing, Ratchet muttered more to himself than the two mechs who were standing to attention in front of him, "Fraggin' Unicron in the Pit, I knew I shouldn't have let the kid go out there by himself, what was I thinkin' back there? I should've gone with him..."

Hoping to try and console Ratchet, Prowl spoke up. "Don't blame yourself for this, Ratchet. You couldn't have known this was going to happen." The ninja-bot forced himself not to flinch when Ratchet glared over in his direction, the white and red med-bot looking as though he would have gladly removed Prowl's vocalizer for his words.

"But it did happen, didn't it?! And now Prime's out there, possibly in trouble, and you two are still standing around doin' nothin'! C'mon you grease-heads, lets get movin' already!"

"We were waitin' on you, Ratchet! Don't get your tailpipe in a twist!" Bumblebee protested, which earned him a smart cuff upside the helm from Ratchet.

"Stop flappin' that speech synthesizer of yours, Bumblebee! C'mon, move it, move it, move it!"

"Yowch! Ow! Ya don't have to hit me, Ratch! Ow! I'm goin', I'm goin'!" Bumblebee yelped as he turned tail and ran from the pissy medic, only to come to a crunching halt as he suddenly ran slap-bang into Bulkhead, who had just stepped into the communications area. "YOW! Watch it, big guy!" The yellow scout protested as he extracted himself from the giant's chassis.

"Bulkhead, you shouldn't be up, you're still recovering from that blow to your helm," Prowl frowned in concern, and Ratchet turned to the green mech to scold as well, "Fer frag's sake, kid! I told ya to stay in bed! Now get back to the med-bay and lie down before I get the idea to weld ya down to make sure ya stay put!"

Bulkhead shuffled his pedes sheepishly, reaching up to rub at the tender-feeling patch where his helm had struck the wall as he tried to explain the reason why he was up and about. "I know, I know. I just got up to let ya know that Prime just came back, and--"

"WHAT?! Prime came back?! When?!" Ratchet yelled in disbelief.

"Just now, and he's here with--" Bulkhead blinked in a nonplussed manner when Ratchet took off to see if what he had said was really true, with Bumblebee following behind him. Prowl, however, stayed behind and offered him a servo, a faint smile playing upon his normally stoic face-plates. "Don't mind Ratchet, Bulkhead. He was just worried about Prime, that's all. Let's go and see what kept him for so long, hmm?"

Blushing and smiling back happily, Bulkhead accepted the ninja-bot's servo, holding it with surprising gentleness within his own much larger servo as the two of them walked off together. "Sure thing, Prowl. Besides, I wouldn't want to miss out Ratchet givin' Boss-Bot a proper chewin' out for making him worry like that. Though I do wager he's going to get quite a shock when he sees who Boss-Bot came back with."

Prowl arched an optic ridge up at the larger mech. "Prime didn't come back alone?"

"Yeah, that's what I've been tryin' to say, before everyone practically bailed on me..." Bulkhead pouted, then brightened up. "C'mon, we better hurry before we miss the action."

Biting back a barge-load of questions that he wanted to ask, Prowl did as he was bidden. Curiosity overtaking him, he ended up wondering just who Optimus had brought back with them. He didn't have long to find out...

~~

No sooner than Optimus had made a direct bee-line for the energon dispenser in the living-room area and drained two glowing cubes in rapid succession to finally stop his tanks from trying to digest themselves did Ratchet suddenly fly in, with the others a few feet behind him, servos waving and haranguing him the instant he saw the distinctive red and blue mech.

"PRIME! There you are! Do ya have any fraggin' idea what time it is?! Where have ya been, and why haven't ya called back to let me know what was goin'.........on." Ratchet trailed away and fell silent, optics widening and jaw dropping down as he caught sight of Grimlock, back in his robot mode and dripping from helm to pedes with water, standing close by Optimus and guzzling down a barrel of oil he found close by the energon dispenser. Spluttering incoherently for a few good kliks, Ratchet managed to get a hold of himself long enough to lift a servo and point at the Dinobot leader, yelling, "What...what in the name of the AllSpark is he doin' here, Prime?!"

"It's...it's a long story, Ratchet..." Optimus rubbed the back of his helm awkwardly, optics glancing over at his 'house guest' as he sated himself on the oil barrel before moving to another, using his jaws like a can-opener to bite off the top of the barrel and guzzling up the dark oil that spilled out. "And one I will gladly explain in the morning, but right now I want nothing more than to get myself in the showers for a good hot bath, and go to my berth for a nice long recharge, if that's not too much to ask..."

"Yes, it certainly is too much to ask! Yer not goin' anywhere until you tell me what the frag happened to ya out there on Dinobot Island!" Ratchet growled, optics roving over the dents and scrapes (many of them shaped suspiciously like bite-marks) that marred the young Prime's plating. "Look at yer, covered in enough muck to make that aft-head Sentinel Prime run for the hills at the sight of yer, all banged up and covered in scrapes and...and...!!" Ratchet's growing tirade abruptly stopped as the old medic's optics suddenly became fixated on a certain spot on the Prime's body, which prompted Optimus to look down for himself to see what he was looking at. His face-plates nearly melted off at what he saw that made Ratchet fall speechless: his thighs and pelvic region were smeared with some very suspicious-looking stains, stains that hadn't managed to wash off while he had been in the lake with Grimlock, stains that clearly told Ratchet and all the other wide-optic'd members of his team just what he had been doing on Dinobot Island for all this time.

"I...it's n-not what you think, Ratchet..." Optimus stammered, trying desperately to come up with a plausible excuse, but failing miserably.

"Awww, dude! You were out there bangin' Grimlock, weren't you, Boss-Bot?!" Bumblebee cried, his gray face-plates twisting with an expression of horror that most would have found comical. Reaching up to cover his optics, the yellow scout groaned aloud, "Awww man! My poor, virgin optics! I'm blind, blind, I tell ya! I'll wash but I'll never come clean again!!"

As Bumblebee flailed about like a windmill, bemoaning the fact that his CPU was forever scarred, Ratchet's expression switched over from shocked to deadpan, and he sniffed disdainfully.

"Huh...well for spark's sake, Prime...if'n I had known that you were gonna wind up foolin' around with Grimlock, I would've given you some sorta protection against viruses and whatnot..."

"Ratchet! It's not like I had planned this!" Optimus cried, looking rather scandalized. "It...it just happened!"

Grimlock, having sated his appetite on the half-dozen or so oil barrels that he found lying about, choose that moment to brush his oil-stained jaw against the flustered Prime's cheek. "Me Grimlock help Truck-bot get off of me Grimlock's island in return for clang-clang, and him Truck-bot say me Grimlock can spend night here with Truck-bot, to thank me Grimlock for bringing him home!"

"What?! I never said that! You can't stay here, Grimlock!" Optimus yelped as he tried to push Grimlock's muzzle aside. "G-Go on, you need to go back home, Grimlock!"

"Aww, but it late and me Grimlock tired. Me Grimlock want to stay with Truck-bot and cuddle with you to keep warm." Grimlock leered, sneaking his servo around to give the Prime's aft a sly grope. "'Sides, maybe Truck-bot want to make more clang-clang with me Grimlock, yes?"

As Optimus almost caught on fire from mortification and tried to push the amorous Dinobot away, causing Ratchet to face-palm almost hard enough to break off his other chevron and cause Bumblebee to go dashing about making a huge fuss over the whole thing, Prowl and Bulkhead decided to take their leave, having seen enough by the spectacle to last them for the rest of the night.

"Hmm, I never would have imagined Prime to be the type of mech to have a little fling on the side," Prowl remarked with dry amusement, which made his large green companion chuckle.

"I suppose he couldn't help it. I mean, everybody has needs, even Boss-Bot." Bulkhead philosophised, then he cast an interested look at the sleek black and gold mech, a devilish glint appearing in his optics as he trailed a digit along Prowl's shoulder fairings. "Come to think about it, Boss-Bot isn't the only one who has needs, if you catch my drift..."

Shivering from the pleasurable touch to his fairings, a rare smile crossed Prowl's face-plates as he quickly caught onto Bulkhead's mood. Unable to resist the green mech, he leaned in further to his touch, murmuring silkly, "Think you're up to it tonight, Bulkhead? I wouldn't mind waiting until your helm felt better."

"Nah, it's cool, Prowl. Besides, I'll feel a whole lot better with those nimble servos working your magic on me," Bulkhead winked at the smaller ninja-bot before scooping him up into his arms, heading for his personal quarters with his gorgeous prize.

Prowl's smile grew wider as he willingly nuzzled up to the large mech. "As you wish, my dear Bulkhead. I can hardly deny you anything when you put it like that."

Grinning eagerly, Bulkhead reached his room and stepped through the door's threshold, closing and locking the door behind him as he made for his berth with Prowl, knowing that neither one of them would be getting much recharge that night.

FIN