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Master of Their Fate - In Love and War	By : FistsForHire Category: Transformers > Beast Wars Views: 3452 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Master of Their Fate - In Love and War
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Warning: Gender-bending Dinobot/Rattrap
Last chapter of the story "Masters of Their Fate" which was originally posted on fanfiction dot net, but because of recent crackdowns on story content and ratings had to be moved here. Please refer to FFnet should you be interested in reading the first several chapters.
Chapter Twelve: In Love and War
It was strange, Rattrap mused as he listlessly soldered two wires of a half-assembled detonator box together. It felt like only yesterday he'd sat here at his workbench with a plethora of wires, circuit boards and empty shell cases spread around him as he almost desperately tried to distract himself from his thoughts with highly explosive material.
In a way, the potential of blowing himself and a good portion of the crew's private quarters up if he wasn't careful did prevent him from entertaining too many personal thoughts. But ironically that still couldn't seem to banish the basic, inescapable knowledge of what - or rather who - he was trying so hard not to think about.
No matter how hard he tried to distract himself, thoughts of the crew's ex-Predacon warrior seemed to constantly hover just on the edge of his neural functions. Like the faint odor of something he couldn't name or find the origin of, thoughts of Dinobot continued to dog him like a phantom stalker. Every time he shuttered his optics or let his processor drift, random flashes of the raptor would rise in the back of his processor. Whether images, sounds or half-remembered sensations, Rattrap could not seem to shake the raptor's invisible hold on him.
Even now as he tried to concentrate on soldering the correct wires of the detonator he was working on he could see Dinobot's red optics staring up at him in the back of his processor. That scintillating image of crimson lens boring into him as though sizing him up for the warrioress's next meal seemed to immediately conjure the memory of razor-sharp claws running sharp lines of near-pain up and down his back; followed quickly by the phantom memory of a dominating glossa slipping past his derma plates to hungrily lave the inside of his oral cavity. Snatches of soft, predatory growls that rumbled the chest of the one pressing up against him followed close behind that, which seemed to almost flawlessly bleed into the memory of-
"No," Rattrap hissed, verbally cutting off his own train of thought. He angrily threw the detonator box he'd been unsuccessfully trying to work on for the last three mega-cycles down onto the workbench. His soldering torch followed close behind which clattered noisily against the tabletop and several other pieces of delicate components.
Not that Rattrap cared much if anything broke. In fact, he wondered if breaking something might actually make him feel better. He was uncomfortably aware of his internal fans kicking on to help siphon off some of the extra heat mere memories of his and Dinobot's brief encounter had (once again!) managed to generate.
Rattrap gave a miserable groan of frustration as he leaned forward in his seat to rest his elbows on the worktable, and bent his head to cradle it in one servo while the other wearily massaged the pinch of metal between his optics.
Ya gotta getta hold'ov yerself, Rattrap, he silently begged his own treacherous subroutines. Ya can't keep doin' dis. It's not healthy…
It had been three days now since he'd run from med-bay like agents of the Pit were after him. Three incredibly long, frustrating, uncomfortable and embarrassing days spent replaying his one suicidal act of passion and Dinobot's unexpectedly eager response.
Under normal circumstances, Rattrap would have jumped at the opportunity for a good turn between the berth-sheets. Especially when it was with the 'bot he'd just spent so much time pursuing and (until very recently) secretly lusting after. But then again, the keywords were 'under normal circumstances.' Wanting a relationship of any kind (whether a simple one night stand, or a more intimate long-term one) with an ex-Predacon warrior who could eviscerate him as easily as she could peel an orange was definitely what Rattrap would not consider normal circumstances.
It was because of situations like this Rattrap wondered if he really didn't have some sort of death-wish written into his programming as Rhinox sometimes suggested. It would certainly explain a lot if he did. Because who else but a suicidal glitching idiot would want to chase after possibly the most dangerous femme to ever come online?
Yes, Dinobot had not immediately dismembered him for his temporary glitch of insanity. And, yes, she had in fact returned his kiss (and with such dominant, unbridled passion too!) But the fact remained that there was no way for Rattrap to know if Dinobot had actually been acting in her own mind at the time. When she'd come back online it had been obvious to Rattrap even then that the warrioress was not a hundred percent alright. Despite her coherent speech and snappy growls, he had not missed the subtle slur of syllables at the end of her sentences, or the sluggish flicker of her optics as she spoke, or the glaring fact that at no point during their brief talk did the raptor even attempt to sit up again after Rattrap forced her back down that one time.
Rattrap forego trying to massage away any more of the building tension behind his optics and let his hand flop down onto the table. Primus, he'd been so caught up in the moment he hadn't even stopped to think she might in some way still be under the influence of Tarantulas's neural inhibitor. He hadn't exactly been thinking with a full motherboard at the time given what had been going on, but still! He should have known better. When had Dinobot ever showed anything more than passing contempt towards him before that night? Why else would she have allowed his advances unless she were acting under the influence of a powerful, processor-altering drug? Hadn't he seen her after they'd rescued her from Megatron? Hadn't he been there when she'd almost attacked Rhinox and Airazor because she'd been too drugged to even recognize her own comrades?
Primus, he was a complete idiot. It was bad enough that he'd confessed his feelings for her the way he did. But to kiss her and think that her eager response was because she'd wanted him too? He was stupider than he ever thought… Not only had he gambled with his own life, but looking back on it all Rattrap couldn't feel anything but embarrassed for himself. To think Dinobot would actually want him… It was downright laughable. Completely and utterly ridiculous.
I deserve ta be slagged in da back of da cranium, the spy moaned in the back of his processor. Propping both elbows back on the table, Rattrap dropped his face down into his hands as if trying to somehow hide his shame from the rest of the world.
It might not have been so embarrassing if he thought Dinobot didn't actually remember the incident. But over the last few days whenever he'd had the misfortune of crossing paths with the taciturn warrioress in the control room he'd caught Dinobot casting him long, penetrating looks from across the room that, despite the raptor's usual impassive mask of stoicism, were edged with confusion and the subtle demand for explanations. Looks that hinted that Dinobot remembered at least something from that night and wanted answers.
It was only through skills honed from years of spying and escaping sticky situations that Rattrap managed to avoid Dinobot for as long as he had. If Dinobot actually remembered even a quarter of what happened that night Rattrap had no doubt he wouldn't survive an actual interrogation by the raptor.
And it was for this reason (along with an intense desire not to have to explain himself or his embarrassing act) that he'd taken to locking himself in his rooms when he wasn't on duty or needed elsewhere. Especially when there was the possibility of Dinobot being anywhere near the vicinity.
Rattrap knew he couldn't hide forever and that eventually he'd have to give some kind of half-formed excuse for what he did. But for now he wanted to avoid that moment for as long as possible. It had already been three days and Dinobot still had yet to hunt him down, so that was a good sign. Maybe the warrioress was just as eager as Rattrap to pretend nothing had happened. Maybe she did remember something from that night but had decided to dismiss it as mere hallucinations caused by Tarantulas's neural serum. That was possible. Maybe she really didn't remember anything from that night and had already forgotten about it. Maybe-
Four consecutive, thundering blows sounded from the other side of his quarters' door. The sound reverberated through the small room like the concussive echo of rapid fire grenades. His quarter's reinforced door literally rattled in its tracks under the angry blows.
Rattrap instantly froze in his seat, his fuel lines running cold.
Oh. Slag…
Only one 'bot could inspire such inexplicable terror through such a knock… Rattrap's optics unconsciously darted around the room for any means of escape. But, unfortunately, except for the door an angry ex-Predacon femme currently stood on the other side of, there were no other escape routes.
He was trapped.
Like a rat, the spy humorlessly finished the old axiom.
He briefly wondered if he should pretend he wasn't there, but eventually dismissed the idea. As much as he wanted to stall Dinobot's inevitable inquiry he knew it had always only been a matter of time before the ax eventually fell. Now that Dinobot had decided to seek him out, there would be no escaping the warrioress anymore. He might as well get it over with, whether that resulted in his early termination or otherwise. Maybe, if he was lucky and pleaded temporary insanity, he'd only have to spend a few days in the CR chamber…
Reluctantly getting to his pedes, Rattrap trudged towards the door like a mech being led to the deactivation chamber. He took a deep intake before reaching out to deactivate the locks. A small chirp sounded before the door slid aside to reveal Dinobot standing on the other side of the doorway, just as expected.
Rattrap forced down an involuntary shudder. Even faced with the probability of his own termination he couldn't help but admire the warrioress's proud stance as she stared down at him or the way her optics glowed a beautiful crimson in the corridor's dim lighting.
Primus, he had it bad…
"Um… hi ya, Choppa'face," he greeted, trying to hide his subtle but mounting panic behind a smooth mask of indifference. "Wha', ah, brings ya here?"
Dinobot's optics narrowed as she stared down at him as though trying to decipher what his reaction to her unexpected appearance really was. "There is something I wish to speak to you about, rodent," she growled in a strained voice of civility.
Rattrap's self-preservation programs were beginning to kick in. "Um, right now?" he asked "I mean, it's kinda late, don'cha think…" It was taking everything inside him not to shoot his hand out and reactivate the door's security systems.
"Yes," Dinobot replied, the harsh conviction in her voice informing Rattrap that she was not about to brook any argument from him - whether he liked it or not. "And I would like to do so in private and not in the middle of a public hallway."
Rattrap visibly hesitated for several nano-klicks before finally - reluctantly - nodding as he stepped aside to let the raptor duck through the doorway inside. The door made a loud whoosh as it slid close behind Dinobot, sealing Rattrap to his fate.
The spy took a long, steadying intake before slowly turning to face his unexpected guest. Dinobot stood in the very center of his quarters, her optics darting from side to side as she took in her new surroundings. Rattrap supposed such curiosity was only natural seeing as how neither Dinobot nor any of the Axalon's other crewmembers had ever been invited into his personal space before. Although, he could have done without seeing her fight back a small sneer of disgust as she glanced in the direction of his workbench and the piles of stripped insulator sheaths and discarded circuit boards littering the floor underneath it. Rattrap subconsciously shifted a little to his right to block Dinobot's view of a small mountain of data pads and unwashed energon cups that'd begun to accumulate in the one corner of his room amongst a pile of other random items.
"Your personal quarters are exactly as how I imagined they would be, vermin: an utter disregard to organization or cleanliness," she nonetheless sneered.
Rattrap refused to snap off a comment (even though three or four almost instantly sprang to the front of his processor.) He had no desire to rile Dinobot up anymore than she was no doubt going to be in a few brief klicks.
Instead, he decided to try and take control of the conversation while he still had a fighting chance of forestalling some of the warrioress's infamous wrath.
"Listen, Choppa'face… I know why yer here. About da other day in med-bay…"
"So you finally decide to speak to me about that," Dinobot harshly cut him off, her optics spearing him with a venomous glare. "I should say it's about time you gave an explanation for your actions. I do not appreciate being ignored and left to infer my own suppositions after such an encounter."
Rattrap faltered, all his rehearsed excuses vanishing from him as though they'd been wiped clean from his data banks by the warrioress's baleful gaze. "I wasn't ignorin' ya, Scalebelly," he weakly protested. "Really. I just wanted ta let ya recover a bit more before we had any kind'ov talk."
Dinobot shot him a withering look. "Do not try to shift blame onto me when I recovered enough to return to duty the very next day after I was brought back." She took a threatening step towards Rattrap. Even though half a dozen feet still separated them, Rattrap couldn't help but inwardly cower back from the femme's intimidating presence.
"Stop stalling, rodent," she snarled. "I want to know right now what was meant by that kiss."
Rattrap unconsciously glanced off to his side towards the door, wandering how far he'd actually make it if he tried to run for it. An impatient growl rumbled the warrioress's chest, forcing Rattrap to abandon any further hopes of escape.
"Woul'ja believe me if I said I'd gone temporarily insane?" he sheepishly teased, still half-hoping to make it out of this conversation alive.
A dangerous hiss from Dinobot immediately banished anymore attempts of humor on the spy's part. It obviously wasn't going to help him in any way…
"Look, I wasn't thinkin,' okay?" he snapped. "I don't know why I kissed ya like dat. It just kinda happened."
"That is not an explanation," Dinobot hissed, not willing to back down an inch.
"Well, dat's da best explanation I got!" Rattrap shot back, frustrated indignation finally rising in his voice despite the alarms of his self-preservation programs. "Like I said, I must've been temporarily glitching. Megatron nearly knocked my processor right off meh shoulders before we got'cha back ta base. And it's not like I'm readin' anythin' inta ya what'chu did after I kissed ya. I know ya wouldn't 'ov acted like dat if it hadn't been fer dat chemical Megs shot ya full of."
"Excuse me, what?" Dinobot cut him off. "What do you mean 'if it hadn't been for that chemical'? And reading into what exactly?"
Rattrap uncomfortably shifted his weight from pede to pede. "Ya know, dat drug Tarantulas made… I mean, I know it's not like ya would've ever kissed me back if ya hadn't been drugged to da vents at da time."
For a moment, Dinobot didn't seem to know how to react, and simply stared at the smaller Maximal. But then as if suddenly getting her bearings back, her facial plates warped into the most fearsome expression Rattrap swore he'd ever seen on her.
"How dare you," the warrioress snarled. "I am not some pathetic weakling that would have my processor scrambled so severely by such a thing that I would have no control over my own impulses as you seem to think."
Not thinking, not even taking into account the dangerous waters he was already treading, Rattrap murmured under his vents just loud enough for Dinobot to hear, "Could'a fooled me…"
What happened immediately next happened so fast that even afterwards Rattrap had trouble believing such speed was physically possible for a Cybertronian. Because in what seemed like less than a nano-klick Rattrap went from standing several feet away from Dinobot to suddenly being shoved up against the wall and held in place with his pedes dangling at least a foot above the ground. One set of claws were wrapped around his right wrist, pinning his hand beside his head against the wall while Dinobot's other hand gripped his left shoulder in a painfully tight hold, effectively immobilizing him in between the wall and the larger, angry raptor. The metallic clang of his body hitting the wall echoed through the room. Rattrap was so startled by the sudden change of positions that for a moment he could do nothing more than dumbly stare up at the fearsome warrioress.
"Mark my words well, vermin," Dinobot hissed in a dangerously low voice as she leaned forward to stare Rattrap directly in the optics, their nasal ridges barely inches apart. Rattrap shrank back from the hot puff of Dinobot's breath against his cheek. "Despite whatever state you found me in when I was rescued from the Darksyde, I was no longer under any influence of that drug when I came back online in med-bay. I was acting completely of my own free will."
"Really?" Rattrap squeaked in surprise. Despite his better judgment, he felt a surge of… tentative hope(?) flood his systems.
"Yes," Dinobot bit out between gritted dentals. "Now," she hissed, leaning even farther into Rattrap's personal space, "no more insults. No more jokes. No more stalling. I want the bare and honest truth from you for once. What did you mean by that kiss?"
Pinned by the warrioress's demanding gaze, Rattrap hesitated for one long klick of silence. But then sighing in defeat, he glanced to the side and sagged against Dinobot's hold, steeling himself for what was sure to be the most humiliating confession of his function.
"Look, bronto-brains, like I already told'ja before, I kind'ov like ya… Can't understand why, but you've… kind'ov grown on me. I don't know why I got it inta my processor ta kiss ya like dat, but I did. And ya know what? I don't regret it. Even though yer probably gonna terminate me now fer it…"
Dinobot, however, made no move to terminate, rip him apart or otherwise. Instead, she seemed to pull back a little in surprise. She stared at him for a long moment of unreadable silence before slowly, almost gently releasing her hold on him to let him slide against the wall back down onto his pedes. She shuffled back a step to give him room as Rattrap regained his balance and looked up at her with questioning optics, still half-expecting her to lunge forward and deactivate him at any moment.
"Don't look at me like that," she murmured as she glanced off to the side almost timidly. "I'm not going to terminate you. I asked for the truth and you gave it to me."
Rattrap could only stare at the battle-toughened warrior as her intimidating aura seemed to deflate and dissipate from around her as though the raptor was no longer sure of herself and uncertain of how to proceed. Her optics drifted away from Rattrap, as though searching for something else to focus on besides the smaller 'bot.
"I have one last question," she murmured as though hesitant to know the answer. "Were these… feelings of yours only born from the discovery of my true programming, or did you harbor some kind of affection for me before I was forced to discard my disguise?"
Rattrap glanced to the side in almost an exact mirror of Dinobot's embarrassed stance, neither one able to quite meet the optics of the other anymore. After so long a time circling each other and hiding behind insults and jokes, it felt unworldly strange to actually be truthful for once. "Before," he mumbled. "I startled ta tolerate ya before I ever knew ya were really a femme. Knowin' da truth just sparked dat whole incident with Megs dat forced me ta realize I'd already started ta see ya as somethin' more den just'a friend. Made me realize I've liked ya fer a long time now…"
Dinobot shifted uncomfortably, obviously embarrassed by the spy's candid answer. She was no longer even attempting to look at Rattrap and instead had focused her optics on a spot several feet to Rattrap's right.
Feeling unaccountably brave given Dinobot's suddenly timidness, Rattrap mustered his own courage. "Now I got a question fer you, Choppa'face: how do yeh feel 'bout me? If yer not gonna kill me fer kissin' ya, den dat must mean ya feel something fer me too…"
Dinobot growled under her breath and shifted her weight as though suddenly desperate to flee the room. She still had yet to look up and meet Rattrap's gaze. For a moment, Rattrap wondered if she was actually going to answer him when she finally seemed to find her voice.
"I have… come to appreciate your company and even… enjoy it," the warrioress reluctantly admitted. "You do not treat me any differently now than how you did before I revealed my true identity. You do not try to assert power over me or question my skills because of my programming, even after my humiliation at Megatron's hands. You still seem to respect me. And for that I am indescribably grateful."
"Of course I respect ya," Rattrap murmured, stunned that the warrioress would ever even question such a thing. Dinobot raised her gaze to tentatively meet Rattrap's optics. Rattrap held it firmly with his own, trying to express everything he felt through his optics which he was unable to properly express through words. "Yer da most powerful 'bot I know, mech or femme. And even though I know yeh could rip me apart without even gettin' yer gears overheated, dat still doesn't stop me from wantin' ta be around ya…"
The two stared at each other for several klicks of unbroken silence, neither quite sure what to say next.
Mustering his courage, Rattrap put voice to the thought he was sure was floating around Dinobot's own processor. "So…" he tentatively broke the silence, "now what?"
Dinobot considered Rattrap and his laden question for a long moment before seeming to regain her original aura of confidence. She took two slow, measured steps towards the smaller Maximal until she stood directly in front of him, once again invading his personal space. One set of her foot claws brushed the top of Rattrap's left pede, she stood so close.
Rattrap's internal systems involuntarily kicked over and began to hum just from the raptor's close proximity.
With the same deliberate, calculated movements of a predator stalking her prey, Dinobot craned her head down until she and Rattrap stood almost cheek to cheek, her lips mere centimeters from Rattrap's audio receptors. He could actually feel the warmth of her core radiating against his superstructure.
"Do you want me?" she softly whispered. Reaching across the handbreadth of space still separating them she trailed the tip of one claw down the center of Rattrap's chest plate just hard enough to almost be painful.
Rattrap had to physically restrain himself from not reaching out and grabbing the warrioress right then and there. His body gave a hard, insuppressible shudder as the raptor's husky voice reverberated through his audios. He did not have to think of a reply. Did not even have to consider his answer, because he'd already decided long before the warrioress even asked.
"Yeah…" he whispered, shuddery and heavy with desire.
Without any preamble, Dinobot lunged forward and smashed her mouth against the spy's. With one hand she pulled Rattrap tight against her while the other snaked around Rattrap's side to cup the back of his head and lift him almost clear off the ground to meet her.
Rattrap eagerly reciprocating, pressing himself almost flat against Dinobot's hard superstructure. His hands instantly shot out to roam and glide along the harsh contours of her hips and back. Dentals nipped and scrapped against each other - rough and demanding in their mutual desperation. Glossas slid against each other. Hands groped and clawed. As their movements became more frenzied, Dinobot suddenly pressed forward and slammed Rattrap back against the wall. One knee slid between the spy's legs and wedged itself there as if to keep him from escaping.
Not that Rattrap was any longer trying to do so. In truth, he relished the sensation of being pressed between two hard bodies of metal - one of them purring hot and grinding against him in obvious hunger while the other remained cool and immobile at his back: an anchor to keep him from being swept away on a tide of lust. Looping one arm around Dinobot's waist, his other hand scrambled for purchase on the warrioress's shoulder guard to pull himself upwards and press his lips even harder against her questing mouth.
Rattrap could barely think past the storm of sensations flooding his neural circuits. Every sensor in his body seemed to be running at full capacity. Every swipe of Dinobot's claws against his superstructure, every roll of her glossa against his own, every grind of her hips he could feel with indescribably sharp intensity. Rattrap shamelessly pressed himself against her just as hard as Dinobot pressed against him until the two were nothing more than a writhing mass of limbs and glossas. Even with no physical space separating them anymore Rattrap still didn't feel like it was enough. He wanted more. He wanted closer. He wanted-
With no warning Dinobot suddenly pulled back, tearing her mouth away from Rattrap's. But before the loss of sensations could fully register in Rattrap's processor and he could find the words to voice his displeasure, the warrioress grabbed him by his shoulders' wheel rims, spun him away from the wall and roughly shoved him away. Rattrap flew like a rag doll before landing in a jumbled heap on top of his berth.
Before the spy could get his bearings, the warrioress was once again atop him, her long legs straddling his hips and glossa slipping in between his derma plates to plunder his mouth. The tips of her knee guards grazed the undersides of his bicep plates. Her hands groped and clawed along his body before finally looping around both his wrists and forcefully pinning them down on either side of his helm against the berth. Trapped under Dinobot, Rattrap was unable to do anything more than helplessly squirm under the raptor's dominant ministrations.
"Yer a lot rougher dan wha' I'm usually used to…" he gasped when Dinobot finally broke the kiss and leaned back for them to take a cooling intake. "Not dat I'm complainin' or anythin,' but-"
"Stop talking, vermin," Dinobot growled. She stared at him in open hunger. Her vents hummed as hot air was siphoned away from her core and against the spy's chest plate. Rattrap shivered under the raptor's intense gaze.
"Anythin' ya want, Lizard Lips," he murmured. "Just don't stop doin' what yer doin'…"
Dinobot needed no further encouragement and leaned down to capture his mouth again in a bruising kiss. Rattrap's helm was crushed down into the padded surface by the force of it. As her and Rattrap's glossas rolled against each other in a one-sided war for dominance, Dinobot released her grip on Rattrap's wrists to give her hands open access to his body. Her fingers traced the contours of his body, the warrioress seeming to know exactly which transformation plates to slip her claws between to tease the wires and more sensitive substructure beneath with. Rattrap couldn't stop the near convulsive waves of pleasure that coursed through his body from the ends of his neural lines all the way up to his fritzing processor.
Not to be outdone, Rattrap's hands snuck around the warrioress's waist to cup and harshly squeeze her aft. Dinobot gave a hiss of approval as she arched upwards into his hands and reciprocated by running her claws down both of Rattrap's sides just gentle enough not to break the surface. Rattrap gasped as the move sent trails of pain-tinged pleasure shooting through his framework like a series of miniature fireworks.
Not that he was too proud to admit it, but he'd secretly wanted to do that ever since he got over the shock of discovering Dinobot was really a femme and noticed the generous curves of the warrioress's backside.
Sitting back on her haunches overtop him, Dinobot reached down and began to roughly tug at the corners of Rattrap's chest casing. The hungered gleam in Dinobot's optics had taken on a more predatory, focused intensity.
"Ow!" he groused when one of Dinobot's claws scratched him a bit harder than what Rattrap would have usually found arousing. "Yeh don't have ta try ta rip me open, Choppa'face."
Dinobot shot him an impatient growl as he squirmed uncomfortably beneath her. "If you would cease and desist your incessant struggles, rodent, I wouldn't have to fight so hard to remove your chest plate. If you want this encounter to continue, then I recommend that you get used to your current position, because I am not about to switch places with you or agree to be your submissive."
"I'm not strugglin,'" he grumbled from underneath her. It took a nano-klick for the rest of Dinobot's words to register in his processor. "And I'm not tryin' ta fight ya fer da dominant position…" He slowly relaxed back onto the berth to let Dinobot's weight press him fully down into the padding. He reached up and rubbed his palms up and down the sides of Dinobot's thighs in long, slow passes. "Fer yer information, I happen ta like da idea of a femme on top," he murmured in what he hoped was a seductive tone. "Especially strong ones… An' yer da strongest one I've ever met." His hands slipped around the curves of Dinobot's hips to once again fondle her lower plates. He slowly trailed one fingertip along the inner seam of where her thigh met her pelvic armor. "Plus, lettin' you do all da work makes it a lot easier on my part…" he added with a cheeky grin.
Dinobot's optic ridges scrunched together skeptically. But then returning her attention to the spy's chest plate she began to work her claws under the casing edges again - this time calmer and slightly less aggressive. There was a distinctive click as Dinobot finally snicked the armor plating's clasps loose and pulled it free from the rest of Rattrap's superstructure. With a sharp snap of her wrist she sent the plate of transmetal armor flying across the room to clatter against the floor amongst the pile of discarded energon cups and data pads in the far corner.
Rattrap drew in a shaky intake of air as his chest's internal components were exposed to the cooler air. In the very center of his torso, behind a reinforced case of transparent glass, his spark chamber lay recessed deep inside his chest cavity. Faint pulses of blue light danced on the other side of the glass casing and illuminated the front of Dinobot's face and chest in an otherworldly glow.
Dinobot stared at the shifting kaleidoscope of electricity for several moments of reverent contemplation before slowly shifting her gaze to the true target of her assault: a port and retractable cable plug installed just to the right of Rattrap's spark chamber. They were part of every Cybertronian's erogenous system - identical on mechs and femmes alike. The port and plug's neural lines were directly linked to the pleasure centers of a 'bot's hard drive, and were considered the least invasive method by which two Cybertronians could connect with each other intimately. Barely larger than a standard computer jack or audio cable plug, the two lines nonetheless were responsible for relaying some of the most powerful (and pleasurable) electrical signals between two Cybertronians, with the only exception being a full on interface which employed the use of a completely different set of plugs.
With deliberate care, Dinobot circled one claw around the rim of Rattrap's port, occasionally letting the very tip of it dip inside for the briefest moment to tease the port's inner walls.
Rattrap's upper body involuntarily arched up off the berth, a subdued moan of pleasure vibrating his vocal box.
Dinobot stared down at him with an almost evil looking grin before slowly drawing Rattrap's plug line from its housing unit and rubbing the pad of one finger firmly across the tip of it. An intense surge of negative electricity shot through the length of Rattrap's neural lines before finally terminating with the force of a runaway tank in the back of his CPU.
If it weren't for Dinobot practically sitting on him Rattrap was almost sure he would have convulsed right off the berth and onto the floor. Dinobot quickly repeated the action which earned her a harsh cry of pleasure from the smaller 'bot. Shifting her attention intermittently between his plug and port, Dinobot continued to assault Rattrap with the most pleasurable barrage of sensations he'd experienced in an embarrassingly long time.
Trying to keep at least some semblance of coherent thought despite the almost debilitating assault of pleasure on his processor, Rattrap's hands blindly groped for the edges of Dinobot's own chest plate. The warrioress shifted her weight lower to sit on Rattrap's upper thighs to allow to him partially rise his upper body from the berth. She continued to stroke the tip of his plug and trace one claw along the rim of his port as he hurriedly fumbled for her armor's clasps.
"Having trouble, vermin?" she chuckled with a condescending smirk as his fingers continued to slip and fumble with the edges.
"Bite me, Choppa'face," Rattrap snapped as he desperately tried to focus on the task at hand despite the raptor's distracting touches.
"As you wish," she said, and before Rattrap could realize his error, bent her head to the junction of his neck and shoulder plate and dealt him a harsh nip.
"Hey!" Rattrap squealed, rearing back in surprise. "Wha' was dat for!" he demanded with an incredulous glare.
"You instructed me to bite you so I did," Dinobot replied matter-of-factly. She pinned him with a look and heaved an irritated sigh. "Do not forget that I am a Predacon femme who enjoys slightly rougher berth-play than what you are probably used to. If this is going to be a problem, then I suggest we stop right now before this progresses any farther. If not, then I suggest you shut that annoyingly large mouth of yours and continue what you were doing."
Rattrap stared at her for a tense moment before slowly turning his attention back to Dinobot's stubborn chest plate. "Good ta know," he huffed. "I'll remember dat fer future reference, although it's not like I could ever forget yer a stinkin' Pred." Then, swallowing his pride, he added in a nearly inaudible whisper after a moment's hesitation, "… do it again." His facial plates flushed with an unbidden rush of heat.
He refused to meet Dinobot's optics as she lowered her mouth back down to him but he could feel the warrioress's smug grin against him as she sucked one neck cable between her lips and sank her teeth into it just hard enough to almost be considered painful and draw mech-fluid. Rattrap let his head roll heavily over onto his other shoulder and choked back a self-conscious cry of delight at the jolt of pleasure that shot through him.
Funny to think he would have never considered himself a masochist before this night…
He desperately returned his attention back to Dinobot's chest plate. He wasn't sure how much more of the warrioress's ministrations he could take before he inadvertently reacted a little bit too enthusiastically to her rougher ideas of foreplay and prematurely end the fun for both of them that evening.
Luckily, it took only a few more klicks of trying before he finally managed to undo the clasps of Dinobot's chest plate and toss it down onto the floor to join his own. Rattrap had no time to admire the dancing light of the warrioress's spark as Dinobot decided to reward him for his accomplishment with an extra hard suck on his neck cable, followed by an ever sharper nip of teeth before finally pulling away to sit back on her haunches and continue her earlier assault on his plug and port.
Rattrap, meanwhile, lay back against the berth. One hand reached up to mirror Dinobot's actions to her own port while his other returned to the swell of her hip and leg to greedily stoke up and down the length of her thigh. To think this volatile creature sitting astride his hips could end his function as easily as she could disembowel an enemy on the battlefield, yet had deemed him worthy enough to earn her efforts of giving him previously unknown forms of pleasure was intoxicating. Invigorating. Arousing…
Dinobot did not cry out or squirm under Rattrap's touch as he teasingly circled the rim of her port with his index finger, but he did notice the slight hitch of her intakes as he continued and the random flicker of her optics as though the warrioress was having trouble keeping them fully online under the assault of sensations on her structure.
Rattrap was starting to have difficulty focusing. Dinobot's touches were becoming progressively more hurried and unfocused as if she was starting to have trouble concentrating herself.
"C-com'on, Choppa'face… Stop teasin,'" he managed to grit out between bared dentals as Dinobot gave the tip of his plug a particularly rough swipe with her finger. Rattrap in turn lightly trailed the tip of one digit down the center of her spark chamber's glass shield.
The warrioress gave a deliciously hard shudder above him.
"Impatient rodent," she growled, but nonetheless took hold of her own plug and withdrew several feet of cable from its retractable housing unit. Her optics stared down at him, impossibly bright and glimmering with lust. It was arguably the most erotic thing he'd ever seen.
Then, lining her plug up to Rattrap's port she plunged it downward with no other warning than an anticipatory growl of lust. Rattrap's back nearly arched up off the berth in an inverted U as an intense surge of electrical signal shot through his body with all the finesse of a wrecking ball and drowned his processor in a staticy cloud of pleasure. Half a second later he nearly convulsed right out from under Dinobot as the warrioress brought his own plug up to her port and slid it home in one smooth thrust. His mouth gaped open in a silent scream of pleasure. His visual readouts were momentarily lost behind an explosive wall of white.
As the initial wave of negative feedback slowly faded from his vision Rattrap become aware of Dinobot cycling hard for air above him, her face tilted up towards the ceiling and optics shuttered in open rapture.
Pulling the shattered remains of his cognitive functions together to at least be aware of his own person again, Rattrap shakily snaked his hand down between his and Dinobot's bodies to the junction of the warrioress's legs and pelvic frame. There, he lightly brushed a finger across the panel of Dinobot's interface port - the one physical attribute that truly separated mechs from femmes.
Primus, he was teetering on the edge of overload just from Dinobot plugging into him. What would it feel like when he truly connected with Dinobot and felt his interface cable slowly swallowed by her port? He didn't know if he'd be able to handle it. Interfacing was the single most intense exchange of energy Cybertronians could share. Even with the average femme (or mech) it could be a slightly overwhelming experience. And with a femme as strong-willed and powerful as Dinobot…
"No," Dinobot snarled as if reading his thoughts and swatted Rattrap's hand away from her panel. "Only plugs and wires."
Rattrap dumbly stared up at Dinobot, not sure if he was really hearing correctly past the distracting thrum of electricity running between himself and the raptor.
"Huh?"
Dinobot was truly the living embodiment of warrior control to be able to glare at him with such vehemence despite their current plug-to-port connection. "You heard me," she snarled. "No interface lines. I am not some cheap backstreet whore that will retract her interface panel for the first mech that comes along."
Stunned by the warrioress's declaration, it took Rattrap a moment to realize what Dinobot's was really trying to express: that, at least for their first time together, her pride would not allow her to lower her personal defenses and submit in such a personal way to him. No doubt she would also continue to refuse until he'd met a very stringent set of undefined guidelines before the honor-conscious femme felt comfortable enough to expose herself in such an intimate fashion to him.
"Alright," Rattrap murmured despite the undeniable stab of disappointment in the back of his spark chamber. "I'm not gonna try ta force ya inta anythin.'"
Dinobot quirked an eye ridge at him, as though seeing him in a slightly different, more respectful light. But that look didn't last for long before lust once again rose in the back of Dinobot's optics to hungrily eye the spy the same way she would wounded prey. She leaned forward over him and - her optics flickering offline as she did - pushed her personal electrical signal out towards Rattrap through their connection.
Rattrap's head snapped backwards against the berth as energy surged across their connection, through his port, along his circuits all the way up to his processor. It was a sensation not unlike being mildly electrocuted. But in an indescribably pleasurable way. It was like having all of Dinobot's stronger emotions and personal sensory inputs downloaded into him in one intense surge of energy.
Another wave of circuit-frying energy followed close on the heels of the first, which was followed quickly by another. It was all Rattrap could do to blindly grip the warrioress's upper arms as she loomed down low over him, her hands braced against the berth on either side of his head.
Rattrap released a shrill cry as Dinobot suddenly gripped one side of his chest in a crushing hold and sent another surge of (for lack of a better description) herself coursing through his body to the tips of every one of his fiber optic lines. He'd already offlined his optics awhile ago, and so could no longer see the warrioress's face hovering above his own. But he could hear the heavy cycles of Dinobot's intakes and loud purr of her vents as they strained to cool her internal systems.
It was only through sheer willpower that Rattrap found the strength to gather enough of himself together to tentatively push his own signal back at her through his plug-line. Dinobot gave a shuddery moan as their signals collided to produce a short pulse of negatively charged energy which shot backwards across both their lines up into their CPUs.
He quickly repeated the action, resulting in neither of them being quite able to stifle a cry of ecstasy. Rattrap would have likened the sensation to having each and every one of his neural lines submerged in scalding hot oil then used as relay lines for a high-powered generator.
Above him, Dinobot bore down on him with another electrical surge which he countered again with one of his own. The claws gripping Rattrap's side involuntarily clenched, digging into his superstructure hard enough to finally break the surface. Small pools of silvery mech-fluid welled up under each of Dinobot's claws and trickled down his side. Rattrap relished the confusing mixture of pleasure and pain currently reeking havoc on his sensor-net. The pain added an element to their connection he'd never experienced with another 'bot before. As much as Rattrap didn't want to admit it he enjoyed this rougher, more animalistic version of coupling. He liked the sting of Dinobot's claws against his superstructure. He liked the idea of her completely dominating him, both mentally and physically. And he liked the thrill of danger of being trapped under a powerful ex-Predacon warrior.
Another wave of electrical energy crashed through him like a tsunami, causing him to violently arch up off the berth and press himself flat against Dinobot's chest. Dinobot blindly snaked one arm under his shoulder rims to hold him close to her as she sent another pulse of energy slamming into him.
The rhythm of their outputs was becoming increasingly fast and unfocused. Rattrap could feel the negative charge of their energy signals beginning to build in the circuits just behind his spark chamber. Dinobot had dropped to her elbows above him, allowing Rattrap to more easily press their chests together as energy racing back and forth across their plug lines. Her overworked engines hummed against his lower stomach, sending delicious waves of vibrations up through his frame. Blindly sliding one hand down the length of Dinobot's back, Rattrap cupped her aft in the palm of his hand and squeezed.
Dinobot growled. As if in retaliation she drew Rattrap closer to her and ducked her head under his chin, where she swiftly delivered a savage bite to his throat cables. Rattrap was no longer coherent enough to try and stifle the gasp of pleasure that burst from his vocal box. The tangy scent of mech-fluid filled the air before he felt the slippery press of Dinobot's glossa against him as she lapped and sucked at the shallow wound.
All these different sensations were starting to become too much for the spy to handle. The thrum of energy behind his spark chamber had risen to an entirely new level. He wasn't sure how much longer he was going to last. He was pretty sure he could describe his current state as being half-delirious with both pleasure and pain. The next surge of energy Dinobot sent through him wrangled a completely unintelligible shriek from his vocal processor. The accumulated store of energy behind his spark chamber pulsed erratically, teetering extremely close to the precipice of a full overload.
"C-Choppa'face…" he gasped. "I- I can't…"
"I know," she cut him off, her own voice strained with a staticy undercurrent of back feed as if the warrioress was having difficulty sluicing enough circuits together to articulate coherent thoughts herself.
An especially brutal energy surge slammed into Rattrap, sending tendrils of white-hot pleasure shooting to the ends of all his neural lines. He didn't even try to hold back a scream of passion this time as Dinobot dropped almost completely down on top of him, still clutching his smaller frame to her in a crushing hold. Rattrap just barely managed to recover his senses before the warrioress's signal invaded his circuits again in a processor-blowing burst.
He scrambled to pull himself together, to not fall completely apart under Dinobot's assault. But that was nearly impossible to do when his berth-partner seemed bound and determined to fry his hard drive into a blackened crisp. With commendable effort, he pressed his own energy signal out to meet Dinobot's next electrical pulse. The resulting backlash of negative energy almost sent Rattrap spiraling offline.
Above him, Dinobot gave a strangled cry, her entire frame shuddering against him. It was only some animalistic urge to hear her make that sound again that Rattrap found the energy to counter the warrioress's next surge. Both their efforts were tinged with mounting desperation, the negative energy that was steadily building inside them practically screaming to be released.
Rattrap was on the edge. He wasn't going to last much longer now. Looping one arm up he pulled Dinobot's head down to the crook of his neck. Then - perhaps feeling a bit unhinged from the powerful surges of energy frying his processor - he leaned up and sank his elongated incisors into the space between the warrioress's neck cables and shoulder guard. He did not break the surface (he wasn't sure if he was ready to do that quite yet) but he did put enough strength into it to make sure that Dinobot felt it and probably bear a mark the next day.
Dinobot convulsed hard down against him, almost crushing him into the berth. Her feral scream was muffled by the padded surface. Rattrap continued to nibble and lick at Dinobot's neck even when she turned her face to the side and bit him hard on the side of the throat.
There was no holding back now. Neither he or Dinobot were even attempting to establish any form of rhythm as quicker, shorter, increasingly frantic bursts of electricity shot back and forth across their connection.
Rattrap could not think, could not comprehend the existence of anything else beyond the powerful femme above him or their intense exchange of energy. The concentration of energy behind his spark chamber was almost unbearable. Thick and pulsing hot, it felt like a miniature super nova was trapped inside him. He felt like he was being slowly melted down and simultaneously torn apart from the inside out.
A brutal surge of energy, followed swiftly by another from the warrioress. Dinobot no longer was even trying to hold back. Rattrap felt his systems begin to tense as if all his components were being slowly drawn together in a tiny ball in the center of his chest. The thrum of negative energy behind his spark chamber pulsed once, twice, then-
In an explosion of unbearable, white hot energy there was a moment of pure nothingness - as if his spark had just been jettisoned from his physical body and shot into the very fabric of time and space for one endless moment of eternity. Somewhere beyond the blinding wall of light he heard Dinobot's own harsh cry of completion near his audio receptor.
It was several klicks before Rattrap came completely back to himself and he realized that Dinobot had collapsed fully down on top of him in her last few throes of overload. The warrioress's vents cycled hard against him, her labored pants joining the sounds of Rattrap's own overtaxed systems as they tried to siphon the heat from their intertwined bodies. Dinobot was almost crushing him into the berth but Rattrap couldn't bring himself to really care. It was slightly uncomfortable trapped there underneath her heavier frame, true, but he had no desire to make her move just yet.
After several klicks, however, as both his and Dinobot's systems reached some semblance of equilibrium again, Dinobot shifted back from overtop him. Without a word she pulled Rattrap's plug from her chest, which automatically retracted back into its housing sheath next to the spy's spark chamber. Her own was quickly restored to its own proper place, and she swung her leg from overtop Rattrap to stand. Glancing around the room, she spotted her discarded chest plate in the far corner and strode over to pick it up. A small strip of clear cellophane had stuck to the corner of it which Dinobot flicked away with the tip of her claw, an absentminded sneer tugging at the corner of her mouth.
It was only as she was snapping it back into place over her spark chamber and internal wiring that Rattrap suddenly realized that the raptor meant to leave.
"Hey!" he called, quickly pushing himself to his elbows. "Where ya goin'?"
Dinobot glanced back in his direction. "Where does it look like, vermin?"
Rattrap's fuel tank dropped. "Why?" he demanded, feeling something akin to rejection stir inside him at Dinobot's abrupt desire to leave. "Yer rooms're all da way on da other end'ov da hall. Why don'cha stay awhile?"
"Because it is not normal protocol to stay overlong after an encounter such as this unless the two 'bots in question are spark bound," Dinobot replied, still adjusting the fit of her chest plate.
"Maybe fer Predacons," Rattrap countered. "But yer a Maximal now an' we usually like ta stick around fer awhile afterwards, or maybe even stay da night with da one we just fragged inta da berth."
One optic ridge rose at a harsh angle to the edge of Dinobot's helm. "Is that so?"
"Yeah," Rattrap nodded. "It's considered rude ta just get up an' leave like dat." He refused to acknowledge how strongly he wanted to convince Dinobot to stay. It was completely contrary to almost all his previous sexual encounters. If his partner wanted to spend the night with him afterwards, then great. But if they wanted to leave he almost never made any effort to stop them. It was no paint off his back either way. But Dinobot… She was the first he'd ever wanted to actually stick around.
Ya have it even worse then bad fer da scaly lizard… Rattrap noted, but without any real ire.
Dinobot stared at him for several long moments of indecision, her eyes narrowed in silent contemplation. But then, just as Rattrap was about to resign himself to a lonely berth that night, Dinobot gave a curt nod and moved back to the berth. Rattrap quickly shuffled to one side to make room for her as she laid down and stretched herself out alongside the spy.
Rattrap couldn't quite keep the giddiness from his facial plates as Dinobot settled back on the berth. Moving cautiously if for no other reason than to gauge Dinobot's reaction, he rolled back towards her and let his helm settle in the hollow between Dinobot's chest and shoulder guard. When the raptor did not react violently to the contact, he decided to brave another bold move and threw his arm across Dinobot's stomach. Eagerly drawing himself close, Rattrap let his body mold to the contour of Dinobot's side.
"I was not aware that as part of your Maximal post-coital activities there would be snuggling involved," she noted with a condescending sneer.
"Dat bother ya, Scalebelly?" he shot back.
Rattrap did not receive an immediate answer. But when he did it was not one he was expecting.
"No. I suppose not…" she said with a halfhearted sigh of disgust. "Such a thing should probably illustrate just how much my time amongst you Maximals has degraded my warrior programming. But since it is extremely unlike that I will ever consider returning to my former faction, I suppose I must adapt to the norms of the different culture."
"Oh, really?" Rattrap shifted so that he could gaze up at Dinobot's face. A devilish grin twisted his facial plates. "Den I guess ya won't try ta slag me if I do dis." With no preamble he reached behind him to grab the wrist of Dinobot's arm he currently lay on top and swing it around his waist to encircle him in a loose embrace. He happily plopped his helm back down on Dinobot's shoulder and curled up against her again.
Dinobot at first seemed too unnerved by the sudden increase of physical contact to voice her opinion. Her entire frame tensed as if preparing to either run or take a violent blow. But then relaxing back against the berth with a disgruntled huff, she tentatively allowed her arm to tighten around Rattrap's smaller frame and draw him close.
"No. I suppose not…" she sullenly confessed.
Rattrap grinned against her shoulder plate. "Thought ya'd come ta see it dat way." Sneaking one hand lower, the spy cupped his palm around the curve of Dinobot's hip and began to rub his thumb in slow, heavy circles against her side.
If Dinobot noticed, she said nothing about this newest infraction on her personal space. Perhaps, Rattrap mused, because she'd just resigned herself to her fate or was too drained to really press the issue.
A comfortable silence fell over the pair, both their systems cycling down into a drowsy state of half-awareness. Cocooned in the warmth of Dinobot's reluctant, one-armed embrace, Rattrap could feel himself drifting closer and closer to recharge.
But one insistent, niggling thought continued to circle the spy's processor, refusing to give him any peace.
"So…" he hesitantly spoke up. "Was dis just 'a one-time thing?"
Dinobot considered the question for a long klick of silence, her optics trained towards the ceiling. "Not if you don't chose it to be…" she finally murmured.
The grin was once again on Rattrap's face. "I think I can live with dat," he smirked. He settle back against Dinobot for several minutes of comfortable silence. His audio receptor pressed to Dinobot's chest, he could hear the warrioress's internal systems slowly powering down. Her vents purred warm air against his cheek. "Yer calmer after a good overload," he noted with a smirk. "I like it. Just needed ta 'face ya inta da berth ta do it, 's all."
A dismissive snort answered his observations. "As if you could ever truly wear me out by what you Maximals seem to consider foreplay. Our coupling wasn't even an actual interface anyway."
Rattrap once again glanced up to meet the raptor's half-onlined optics. "Well, maybe next time you'll let me show ya just what kind'ov interface I'm capable of givin'…" he said with saucy grin.
Dinobot's optics brightened several shades of red as one optic ridge arched up towards her helm. Rattrap felt her engine rev softly against the inside of her chassis. "We'll see," she said. Then abruptly turning her face to the side, she let his optics drift offline, but not before almost possessively drawing Rattrap closer to her side.
A smug grin was still plastered across the spy's facial plates when he drifted off to recharge several klicks later, comfortably curled against the warrioress's side and arm thrown across her waist.
The End.
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