Transformers Anonymous Kink Meme
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I'm sure we've all seen one of these at some point. And I was sitting in front of my computer late at night (goddamn innsomnia) and it hit me. Transformers doesn't have it's own kink meme. And I was like "EHHH ( Read more... )
I'm sure we've all seen one of these at some point. And I was sitting in front of my computer late at night (goddamn innsomnia) and it hit me. Transformers doesn't have it's own kink meme. And I was like "EHHH ( Read more... )
Optimus Prime could be a fundamentally terrifying presence when he chose to be, and Sideswipe did his best not to fidget after he sat in one of the two provided seats. The silence seemed interminable, certainly brimming with disappointed exasperation, and Optimus’ expression betrayed no hint of mercy in whatever punishment he had selected.
“I’m not particularly interested in why you chose to do it,” he said at last, looming over the two of them from his position behind his desk. “Instead, I want to hear-in great detail-how exactly you plan to repair the situation.”
Sideswipe glanced askance at Sunstreaker. They shared a moment of uneasy confusion.
“To fix...how we’re...going to...of course, I mean...” Sideswipe tried.
“I don’t see that it needs fixing,” Sunstreaker announced, and Sideswipe gave him a single, savage kick under the cover of Prime’s desk. “W-well,” his twin stuttered at the narrowing of Optimus’ eyes, “we didn’t hurt him, did we? Everyone knows that Bluestreak could do with a little shutting up! We were doing the base a favor!”
Sideswipe buried his face in both hands and made a moaning sound, hoping for a swift death.
Not unexpectedly, Sunstreaker turned on him next. “And don’t you dare sit there pretending to be innocent, when it was all your idea to begin with, you little-”
“Enough,” Optimus growled, raising a hand. They shut up.
With a world-weary sigh, Prime sat behind his desk, resting his elbows against the surface and tenting his fingers together in a way that suggested tenuous control. For a cycle or more, he didn’t say a word, and Sideswipe heard Sunstreaker twitching in the tension of the room. Were he human, Sideswipe would bet he’d be sweating bullets.
“The both of you often behave irresponsibly,” Optimus said at length. “I have largely overlooked it.” His glare settled first on Sunstreaker, and then on Sideswipe. “But this was cruel, and I mean to make you understand the difference. Bluestreak’s enthusiasm may be occasionally wearing, but by damaging his vocal components, you have not just silenced him, but humiliated him. You have hurt him. Thoughtlessly. And you have upset Bumblebee, as well. I don’t suppose you considered the mockery your prank would make of his injury at Megatron’s hands?”
Pangs of conscience were more frequent than Sideswipe ever liked to admit. He hadn’t thought of Bumblebee, of course, and neither had Sunstreaker. They hadn’t thought much of Bluestreak, either, beyond what an irritation he could be when Prime ordered them all out on patrol together.
“Bluestreak will need at least an orn for repair,” Prime continued. “That is time we cannot truly afford to lose. Ratchet has work enough already without the nuisance represented by the two of you.” Sideswipe sensed a lecture, and maybe a deserved one. “If the both of you refuse to understand that this war is not a game, I will find a different use for you, away from the front lines. Away from battle altogether.” They both flinched, heads lowered, and Sideswipe knew without looking that both he and his twin had assumed the same position of defeated shame.
Prime went on. More about Bluestreak, more about responsibility, and Sideswipe began to wonder whether he could feel any lower before he sank straight through the floor and into the bedrock.
A twitching at the edge of his processors meant that Sunstreaker had dared to contact him on a private frequency. Sideswipe doubted Optimus would have noticed them speaking aloud in whispers; the Prime seemed absorbed in speaking his doubts.
: He usually lets up earlier than this. :
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: He seems tired, : he agreed.
Sunstreaker had his hands clasped together in his lap, one of his feet kicking lightly against the base of Sideswipe’s chair. : We’re going to have to make this right, Sides. :
: Wish I knew how. :
Optimus seemed to be taking this a lot harder than he really should, given some of the minor crimes they had perpetrated in the past. He had his optics shuttered, now, and he had paused between one thought and the next. Strain showed in the soft grinding of his components, too much stress on delicate connections.
: Sunny. : Sideswipe glanced at his twin, waiting until he looked up. : I got an idea about where we can start. :
He sent his intentions in one simple burst of digital thought. Sunstreaker’s optics widened, then slowly narrowed, brightening to a glitter of deep blue when he looked at Optimus again. : I’m in. :
“You will give your apology to Bluestreak,” Optimus was saying. “And you will find a way to make up for humiliating him in front of the others. Do you understand?”
They spoke together. “We’re sorry, sir.”
Optimus sighed, optics shuttering again as he shook his head. Taking his chance, ignoring the nervous trembling somewhere in the vicinity of his fuel pump, Sideswipe silently stood and rounded the desk. He didn’t quite dare to touch, for a moment or two. Had he ever purposely touched Optimus Prime? Prime had touched them-a hand on a shoulder, words of encouragement when they weren’t misbehaving-but nothing like this. Mirroring his position on Prime’s opposite side, Sunstreaker was bolder, summoning up his courage to run his fingertips down from Prime’s elbow to his wrist.
“We’re sorry,” Sideswipe repeated, sitting lightly on the edge of the desk, wrapping his hands around Optimus’ other wrist when their leader jerked, head snapping up to stare first at Sunstreaker, and then at him. “We were wrong. And stupid.” Sunstreaker made a little buzzing snort, but nodded his agreement.
Optics widening, then narrowing, Optimus made as if to pull away, just a test at a retreat. Sunstreaker leaned closer in response, the smooth plates of his armor sliding against Optimus’ frame with a soft sound, a gasp of metal on metal. Following suit, Sideswipe tangled their fingers together, Optimus’ hand so much larger than his own. “What...?” Prime said, not quite as eloquent as usual, and Sideswipe listened hard enough to hear the catch in his voice.
“We’ve made things worse for you.” Sunstreaker eased himself onto the desk as well, succeeding in arranging his legs to either side of Optimus’ hips, leaning forward with an expression of earnest honesty. It was a good one; Sideswipe had found himself on the receiving end more than once. “Let us help.”
Optimus’ expression abruptly closed. “No.” He tried to shove the chair back, but Sideswipe had already placed himself behind it, both hands against Optimus’ shoulders, catching him between the two of them.
“Please,” Sideswipe whispered.
“Do you think this will make your punishment less?” Optimus frowned, the faintest trembling in his fisted hands when Sideswipe touched his cheek, fingertips tracing over the carved symbol for protection on one faceplate.
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“We want to do this for you,” Sideswipe added. He cupped one hand against the lower edge of Optimus’ jaw, turning his head, letting Prime look into him, showing him the desire already igniting in his optics, already heating his systems. The need to touch what was forbidden seemed to be a part of the programming he shared with his twin, after all. He meant to follow it through to the end.
Optimus had tensed, and the hydraulics of his arms made a groan of protest at the strain when Sunstreaker slipped easily forward, into his lap with his legs tightening around Optimus’ waist. “This would be...unforgivably irresponsible,” Prime rumbled, something aching in his voice.
“That can be all right,” Sunstreaker said. His head arched suddenly back, his lips parting. Sideswipe made a little hiss of his own, watching as one of Optimus’ hands stroked with slow, almost reluctant tenderness along the neural cabling of Sunstreaker’s back, thumb dipping beneath metal plating to press and rub. A murmur of pleasure grated past Sunstreaker’s vocalizers.
Shivering in reaction, Sideswipe buried his face against Optimus’ throat, making good use of his articulated mouth to nip wires and brush against sensors. “We can show you,” he promised.
Optimus shuttered his optics, and his free hand caught around Sideswipe’s waist from the back, pulling him closer until their armor rubbed together with a metallic complaint. Sideswipe moaned, no complaint from him, one of his arms winding around Prime’s neck and the other curling against his chest. He let his hand slip along the seams, fingers delving inward past edges of steel and glass to find softer components, wiring and the edge of a circuit board. Arching, Optimus gave out a grunt.
Sideswipe caught just the edge of his brother’s wicked grin as Sunstreaker pushed a hand up to join his, tickling at sensitive tubing. Groaning, Optimus twisted beneath the two of them, his hydraulics clenching and relaxing in arrhythmic spasms.
Electricity built under Sideswipe’s fingertips, pleasant tingling licking upward through his circuits, and he moaned again, lifting his head to brush his lips against Optimus’ mouth.
Kissing was human, meant to be soft. They weren’t built for it, but he and Sunstreaker enjoyed it anyway.
Especially with conscious electrical feedback. Sideswipe kissed with electricity sparking in his lips, brief discharges snapping from his mouth into Prime’s, tasting of heat. Prime jerked against him, his hands tightening against them both, but he was foundering, plainly unsure how best to respond to a custom so fundamentally foreign.
Drawing back, Sideswipe tried to center himself, already wanting so much, too much. Sunstreaker was speaking into his audio receptor, words hurried and hot, and Sideswipe squeezed his twin’s hand and nodded, optics flickering.
Well, they’d promised to show him.
Sideswipe caught Sunstreaker by the back of the neck and pulled him into an easy kiss. Familiarity made a powerful aphrodisiac, desire spiraling through his systems and shivering in his spark. His shared spark-pressed this close, they could sense each other’s reactions, pleasure uniting in kiss after kiss. They couldn’t help touching each other and never bothered to try, hands already seeking below chest armor, a caress reflected from gold to red and back again, a mingled moan in two voices.
“Primus.”
Optimus’ voice had gone so rough that Sideswipe barely recognized it; he broke the kiss to look at their Prime and went still. Hands curled into fists. Shoulders shaking. Frame a single line of aching tension. The flames painted along those limbs were suddenly sensual, unbearably appropriate.
Sideswipe had never seen optics so darkly burning.
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At the ragged sound of that voice, Sideswipe made a keen of apprehensive excitement, lost a moment later when Optimus dragged the two of them violently back into his lap, both twins a tangle of eager fingers and softly wanting chirps. After a cycle or two of chaotic touching, Optimus arranged them each over one thigh, his fingers buried in Sunstreaker’s chest, the armor already parting in doubled levels to expose just a thin gleam of the spark casing below. Optimus busied his other hand at the back of Sideswipe’s neck, pulling him close enough to kiss. Electricity seared and snapped between them, and Sideswipe heard himself whimpering.
Oh, but Optimus learned fast, and almost no one could keep up with the two of them.
Sunstreaker might be self-involved, but he was never a selfish lover. He was returning Optimus’ attention with frantic strokes at the wiring just below Optimus’ chestplates, wordlessly pleading with him to open, open, so they could share more than superficial pleasure. Optimus turned from Sideswipe and kissed his twin instead, and the image of Sunstreaker arched and shaking with electrical bliss was more than enough to send Sideswipe’s intakes fluttering.
Pressing close, he rested his cheek against the center of Optimus’ chest, both hands looping into the wires below and tugging gently. “Please,” he whispered, just the edge of Sunstreaker’s arousal combining with his own to make him shake. “We want you.” No dishonesty here, just a trembling and heated need that surpassed anything he’d had time to imagine. He let his own chest slide open, the light of his fluctuating spark casting unsteady illumination over the three of them.
Sunstreaker surrendered a little sound of sympathetic want, one hand flying up to clench above his own spark.
Optimus watched them both, passion darkening his expression. He pulled the two of them closer in a single embrace.
“Join with us,” Sideswipe pleaded, optics flickering.
Optimus cupped his face in both hands, a light touch of lips against his forehead. “I would,” he rasped, reaching up to trail his fingertips along Sunstreaker’s faceplates. “With both of you, if I could.”
“You can.” Sunstreaker’s voice was labored. He wrapped both arms around his brother, pressing so close that Sideswipe quivered in response, all his sensor readings suddenly doubled. “If we’re close enough-join with one of us and the other one will feel it.” With a moan, he pressed his forehead to Sideswipe’s shoulder, and Sideswipe reached back to stroke his helm with one hand. Increased by proximity, their combined desire was ferocious.
After a pause to interpret the various implications of that, Optimus reached out a surprisingly steady hand, fingers sliding through the outermost aura of Sideswipe’s spark.
Immediate reaction. Sideswipe arched forward with a trembling whine, and Sunstreaker bit at his twin’s neck with a sob.
“Like this,” Optimus said, his hands adjusting them, rearranging them to bring Sideswipe fully onto his lap, more than room enough for Sunstreaker to press in close against his back, his spark exposed and flaring with an identical rhythm.
Optimus slipped one hand between them, parting his exterior layer of armor. The secondary layer separated in the center and retreated to either side. Beyond lay the casing, and Sideswipe wanted to touch, but his fingers were unresponsive, his basic programming stuttering over so intimate a gesture toward the Prime. Thankfully, Sunstreaker’s courage rallied where his had failed. His brother caught up his unresisting hand, and together they stroked fingertips and palms along the smooth surface until Optimus groaned.
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The Matrix was honestly not something Sideswipe had ever expected to see-at least not in this life-and the sight of it sent him nervous again, all trembling awe as Optimus pulled him close.
Chest to chest. Spark to spark, and when the first tendrils of energy snaked between them, Sideswipe remembered why he had begged for this. Deep, deep pleasure in just this first touch.
“Are you frightened?” Optimus asked, so gentle.
Sideswipe shook his head and knitted his hands together at the back of Optimus’ neck, pressing the two of them together, quivering as they connected. Distantly, he heard Sunstreaker yelp, emotion surging momentarily between them in a confusion of excitement and uncertainty. Optimus groaned again, their thoughts meshing enough that he must sense their combined arousal.
Curiosity usually got him into trouble, but Sideswipe didn’t resist it, pressing past surface thoughts into their connection. Prime’s psyche was a thin veneer of trouble and turmoil over a deeper well of peace. Sideswipe trembled with emotion, feeling the magnificent consciousness of the Matrix sweep through him, testing him to see if he rang true, and finally rippling with recognition and welcome. Moaning his appreciation, Sideswipe couldn’t help responding with wild and fervent love.
Head tipping back, Prime made a soft sound. Care and consideration wrapped around Sideswipe, exploring him with subtle delicacy, exploring Sunstreaker as well through the bond between them. Pleasure followed the touch of mind against mind.
Sunstreaker twisted against him and keened, and he realized through a haze of unbearable sensation that Optimus had worked a hand between them to directly stimulate his twin’s spark.
They had minimalist defenses, and Optimus easily discovered and examined their shared fears of disappointing him beyond all redemption-fears of cowardice, of loss, of being so much less than clever enough.
None of their fears startled him. Instead, he wrapped his presence around them both and offered wave upon wave of soothing comfort.
The reassurance was as powerful as the pleasure, and the pleasure sent Sideswipe reeling, shrieking out his adoration in a long shudder of bliss. He felt Sunstreaker surge as much as heard him crying out, the two of them in harmony, together in everything. A moment later, and a tremendous, shaking ecstasy made Optimus shout, a backwash of flame along the connection between their sparks. The twins clutched him and clung to each other, circuits sizzling with shared aftershocks.
Reality gradually resumed a sharper focus.
Sideswipe kept his position, sprawled against Optimus’ chest with Sunstreaker warm against his back. Optimus caressed them both, slow strokes of his fingers over armor, and Sideswipe wondered how long they would be allowed to stay like this, so deeply sated and so utterly protected.
“If only the two of you could behave yourselves,” Optimus murmured at last, amusement in his tone.
Shivering blissfully under his hands, Sideswipe smiled. “Then we wouldn’t be here.”
All the tension had drained from Optimus’ frame, and Sideswipe spent a few cycles sharing smug and silent delight with his twin. Each of them seemed loathe to break the connection, and even when Sideswipe shifted enough to disengage their sparks and close their armor, they stayed huddled together. “I care for all of my soldiers,” Optimus said, a rare tenderness in his words. “The two of you are never an exception.”
Touched, Sideswipe embraced him tightly, and felt Sunstreaker do the same.
Another minute or two of relaxation, and then Prime sighed, weight returning to the sound. He straightened, pulling both twins with him, loosening his embrace. “However,” he said, “I have not forgotten your punishment.” With an inward wince, Sideswipe straightened up, dragging himself to his feet with an unsteady step or two. Sunsteaker did the same, reluctance plain in the way his fingertips lingered until the last moment, Prime’s hand in his. “You will make your public apology to Bluestreak,” Prime continued once they had all relinquished their physical holds on each other.
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“Once you have made reparations, report directly to Prowl,” Optimus continued, sounding much more centered. “A full week of outer patrol duty. Unlock,” he told the security system, and the door clicked open again.
Outer patrol duty meant no chance of returning to the base for the assigned time. It meant dusty desert back roads and sudden downpours and mud deep enough to swallow a Lamborghini whole. It was awful. It was cruel.
It was probably completely justified, but that didn’t stop Sideswipe from arguing. “Outer patrol? But sir...Prime...”
Prime had settled back behind his desk and picked up a datapad, flipping through files. “Just think,” he said, and something in his tone shut Sideswipe’s mouth, “how pleasant it will be, to return to the base after a week of outer patrol. And to report to me.”
Sideswipe had to look hard. But Prime’s optics were definitely brighter than usual, and a suspicious curve touched the edges of his mouth. Sideswipe would almost call the expression mischievous.
Once they had stepped out into the corridor and the door had shut behind them, Sunstreaker complained-in uncharacteristically mellow tones-about their punishment until Sideswipe rolled his optics and gave him a sharp smack on the back of the head.
“What was that for?” his brother snapped.
“Idiot. He wants to do it again.”
Sunstreaker paused, optics flickering once. “Oh. Ohh.” They stared at each other, and then shared a smile of absolutely wicked anticipation.
Punishment had never sounded so good.
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It was not my request, but allow me to say this story is plain gorgeous.
Sharing thoughts between Prime and the twins was really beautiful and touching. And I particularly loved reference to kissing as "fundamentally foreign custom" =)))
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That was utterly spectacular, and hot, and . . . touching. The descriptions of caring and support and feelings are just wonderful beyond belief, and the ending? PRICELESS!
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*rummages through trash and picks it back out*
You mussssssssst finiiiiiiish thisssssssss. I demand it. Every fic deserves to be finished and read and loved. Especially if it has Optimus gettin' some in it~
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Hurhgldskjfx. Thank you SO MUCH for accepting this challenge! This fic was...absolutely amazing. So hot but loving and perfect.
Now excuse me as I go lock myself in my room and reread this over and over.
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DAAAAAAAAAAHEREDHRH.
*DEAD*
PRIMUS ON A POGO STICK. THAT WAS SO FUCKING HOT.
I'll leave a proper review once I've recovered basic cognitive capabilities
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That was ... oh my god. Best transformers pr0n I've read in a LOOOOOOOOOONG time. I LOVE THIS OH MY GOD!!!
I wanna see more twins/prime now. o___o
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