The Invictus - Chapter XXII
Chapter Twenty-Two
~ Age seventeen ~
“Happy sparking day, Prowl,” Lens said warmly, fingering the sleek golden crests over Prowl’s visor.
“Thanks, Lens,” Prowl replied, wrapping his arms around her waist. “This was the best day I’ve had with you in so long.” The almost full grown mech spoke the truth-spending an off school day with sparkmate of two years Lens, her holovid player and a seemingly endless supply of hyper-processed energon was a wonderful way to mark the seventeenth anniversary of his entry into the world as he knew it. Now the pair sat on his bed, lightly touching some of the other’s detail work-she would finger his crests or an edge of his visor, and he would trace the light curves of her chassis, or the edge of her audio.
Lens ran a finger up the small of his back, and Prowl shuddered into her touch. “You like that, don’t you?” she teasingly queried, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“More than just liking, Lens,” Prowl chuckled, kneading his knuckles into the small of her back, something he’d discovered (purely on accident) that set her internal engines purring. “I love that.”
Cradling the back of his helm, she leaned forward to kiss him. Prowl returned the gesture, kneading his knuckles into her back. She arched slightly, whimpering. “Mmm… Prowl…”
He traced her lower lip slightly with the very tip of his glossa. “Mmm?”
Lens knew the game he was playing, and teasingly pulled back. “Should we even be doing this here?” Her tone was half playful and half serious. “Your grandfather is right across the hall…”
“He’s asleep, Lens,” Prowl answered softly, laying a hand on her cheek.
“You’re sure?” she asked, arching a delicately sculpted eye ridge.
“I know it,” he promised, searching her faceplates with a reassuring smile.
Lens’ expression shifted to the textbook definition of flirtatious as she stood and carefully closed and locked the door. The look she gave him when she leaned back against the door made Prowl’s spark begin to pulse in double time. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” she murmured as she sat back down next to him, tracing the gold inverted chevron on his chest hull.
He gently caught her hand by the wrist. “You mean… forever?” he asked. “Lens, I don’t think I can do forever.”
“I never said forever,” she replied, taking his hand by the wrist with a tender touch the ache his circuits ache. “I only said tonight.”
Ohh, that light growl in the back of her throat… His face took on a matching devious grin. “Do your worst.”
Lens reached over and ran her fingertip along the outer edge of his thigh, tantalizingly slow. Prowl hummed a low tone of pleasure as he tilted his head back slightly. Smiling softly, she ran her hands over her sparkmate’ legs, coaxing whole range of pleasures tones from the dark mech. For a femme who always greeted him with a powerful play punch to the arm as well as a kiss on the cheek, her touches were feather light.
A few touches more would have taken Prowl over the edge then and there-when she stopped. “Wh… why’d you stop?” he gasped softly. “That felt great, Lens.”
“That was just something to get you started,” Lens growled lightly into his audio. Moving confidently, she slid off the bed and shifted to kneel between her sparkmate’s legs, resting her elbows on his knees and casually running her finger along his inner thighs.
Prowl arched and moaned softly. “Mmmm, Lens…” he gasped.
“Yeah?” she answered with almost casual detachment as she found a vein of three wires in his inner right thigh. She lightly brushed her fingers over the wires, watching as he arched and moaned again.
“S-Slag, Lens,” he gasped, fingers gripping his blankets slightly. “Slag…!”
She chuckled slightly. “I’m sorry-was that turning you on?” Prowl nodded shakily, and Lens chuckled as she traced the wires again. “Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.”
Prowl arched under her touch, whimpering. “Y-yes, Lens…” he breathed. Her fingers lightly pinched the biggest and most sensitive of the wires, and he cried out slightly. “Ahh… yes, Lens!”
She grinned deviously and brushed a light kiss against his knee. When his soft gasps and whimpers had subsided, she slowly planted a string of kisses along the length of his inner thigh. Prowl quivered in pent-up tension, and Lens smiled as she reached the apex of his thighs. Her optics traced the biggest of the three wires, which stopped about fifteen centimeters down his leg and was held in place by two small prongs, detachable from the surface of his thigh. “Which one is this?” she questioned, lightly tapping the wire.
Prowl tilted his head down so see what she meant. “That’s an energon line,” he gasped, coming off a peak in arousal. “That’s the one you pinched that felt so great.”
“So it’s sensitive?” Lens asked softly.
“Extremely,” Prowl confirmed.
Smiling deviously once more, Lens leaned in and lightly kissed the line’s full length, her fingers rubbing and massaging a lax rhythm on his hips. Prowl arched and moaned, long and low, under every kiss; his cooling fans kicked in and added to the sounds pressing in Lens’ audios. She had almost reached the end of the line when she hesitated. Taking a deep breath to steel her nerves, she found the end of the wire with her teeth and pulled it free of the prongs.
Prowl let out a yelp, and Lens jerked back. “What’s wrong?” Lens asked quickly, pulling away from him and sitting back on her calves.
“I think you bit down a little too hard, Lens,” Prowl bit out. “As I said… that wire is very sensitive.”
“I’m sorry,” Lens apologized, bowing her head.
“No, don’t be,” Prowl consoled, shifting into an upright position. He went on very softly, “Your first time giving cable play?” Lens nodded slowly, and Prowl lifted her face to his by the chin. “It’s okay… It’s my first time getting it.”
Lens smiled at the admission, and shifted her weight to a more comfortable position, taking the energon line in her hands. It was warm and slightly stiff with the halted flow of energon to the rest of Prowl’s leg. Slowly, almost hesitantly, she took the end of the line into her mouth and probed the tip with her glossa.
Prowl arched and gasped, gripping his bedclothes. “Mmm, Lens…!” he moaned.
She smiled around the line and took more of it into her mouth, clumsily nipping and suckling it. The line grew warmer as Prowl was more and more aroused by the attentions. Lens stroked his hips as she took in another few centimeters.
Prowl was a writhing mass of pleasured circuits after a few cycles of Lens’ cable play. For all her inexperience, she set his spark to pounding and his whole frame to aching. “L-Lens… Leeens…” he moaned, arching his back.
She grunted a reply around the line. “M-more,” Prowl moaned softly. “More, please…”
Lens wrapped her arms around her sparkmate’s waist and took in the remaining length of the line, her lips nearly brushing his thigh. She nipped and suckled the rapidly heating cable as Prowl’s hand came down to cradle the back of her helm. There was no gag reflex for the line to trigger, although cycling breaths had become astonishingly difficult, which caused a few tears of mech fluid to bead at the corner of her optics as she bit down, a little rougher, on the line.
Without thinking, the dark youngling bucked his hips with a pleasured cry. Lens jerked back, feeling the warm cable length rapidly withdraw from her mouth, with a small yelp. “Wh-what happened?” Prowl gasped. “Did I hurt you?”
“N-no, Prowl,” she gasped. “I couldn’t take in air… too much...”
Prowl slid off the bed to kneel in front of her, hugging her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, stroking her helm.
“It’s okay,” Lens softly replied.
The dark youngling lightly kissed her neck, and Lens shuddered in pleasure. He pulled her into a standing position and pulled her close, brushing his hand over her aft. It was a private admission, but he did adore her more sizable than average aft, the same way she adored it when he touched it just so. The right amount of pressure in just the right place never failed to make her go weak in the-
“Ngh, Proooooowl,” she moaned into his neck as he hit the sweet spot.
“Oh, I’m sorry-was that turning you on?” he growled into her neck as he groped the armor plating.
“Frag you,” Lens gasped into his neck.
He snaked his arms around her waist and pressed her lower abdominal plating to his, copping a second feel on her aft that made her arch and whine with pleasure. “Prooooowl…” Lens hand shot down to her sparkmate’s aft and she squeezed hard, making Prowl gasp and pull her closer. Lens squeezed again, and with shaking hands Prowl gently pushed her into laying back on the berth; Lens complied without question.
Prowl straddled her hips and let his wheat fingers seek out the sensitive wiring that made her arch her hips into him when he teased it. He grunted with satisfaction at the pressure, and fondled and caressed the armor plating of her hips and sides. Lens reached up and seized his shoulders, pulling him down into a deep kiss. He moaned as she probed his mouth and tongue with her glossa; she whimpered and hooked a leg around his waist as he did the same for her.
His hand stroked the length and curve of her thigh as his glossa caressed hers. “L-Lens… Mmm, Lens…”
Lens arched into him, keeping her leg hooked around his waist and groping his hips and aft. “Pr-Prowl. Mmm, slag, Prowl…” He stroked her chest hull, and she arched hardly, her eyes taking on a sort of wanting gleam. “I love you…”
“I love you too,” he whispered, stroking her sides and chestplating.
“I… I want you to see my spark,” Lens breathed. “I want you to see me.”
Prowl nodded, and watched as Lens’ chestplates folded in on themselves to reveal her spark. It was the size of a plate and pulsed a rapid blue-white light from the workup she had received. The light under lit her faceplates, giving her a surreal, saintly glow. The dark youngling reached out and traced the edge of the spark’s outermost aura. Bolts of spark energy snapped under his fingertips, and Lens cried out and arched hardly. “Pr-Prowl! Prowl!”
“What’s it feel like?” Prowl whispered reverently, tapping her spark and making her buck her hips again.
“Like fire…” Lens gasped. “It feels like fire.” She pawed hungrily at his black and gold chestplates. “Let me show you… Open up and let me show you.”
“I said not forever, Lens,” Prowl reminded.
“I won’t bond with you,” she promised. “Just let me show what this feels like.”
He trusted her to keep her word, and let his chestplates slide open and bare his own spark. Twin blue-white orbs pulsed in rapid tandem and bathed the sparkmates in their light. With a shaking hand, Lens reached up and lightly caressed Prowl’s spark.
She was right-it did feel like fire. Prowl tipped his head back and moaned under her caresses. As she touched his spark, making it crackle and snap, he reached into her chest hull and gently fondled her spark. She arched and continued to stroke the life force within his chestplating. It became an elaborate pleasure waltz, Prowl’s actions eliciting an equal and strikingly similar reaction from Lens, and vice versa, set to the tune of each other’s sighs, moans, gasps and cries.
“Lens… Lens…” he half growled as she drummed her fingers against his spark. He plunged his fingertips into her spark, watching her arch and mewl under him.
“Prowl, yes…” she gasped. He started to withdraw his hand but she seized him by the wrist. “No, again-do that again. Felt so good…”
Prowl complied, dipping his fingers directly into her spark. He could feel the pulses tingling up and down his arm as he growled, “Like this?”
Lens arched bucked her hips, moaning, “Just like that! That’s the way, Prowl…!” The dark mech kissed her deeply, feeling his spark starting to call out to Lens, even more so when she plunged her fingers deeply into his spark.
To the Pit with it all… “L-Le-Lens!” he gasped into her neck. “Lens, I want this to be forever!”
“Wh-wha-Ohhh! What do you mean?”
“I want you now, I want you forever!” Prowl cried, wrapping her leg around his waist once more. “Bond with me, be forever…”
Lens leaned up and kissed him deeply, massaging his spark and moaning his name more and more intensely as they barreled toward the point of-
“Prowl, what are you doing?”
Five words that could kill anything upon hearing them, when they came from the right mech. Prowl and Lens pulled apart and looked in the direction of the doorframe, where the words had come from. Positron stood in the doorframe, a key to the door Lens had previously locked in his hand. He stood with most of his weight on his cane, looking at the scene with a damnably neutral expression. Prowl could only imagine what it looked like-him straddling his sparkmate, the two of them wrist deep in each other’s chestplating and very guilty looks on their faces?
He pulled away from Lens and sat in a lotus position on the foot of the berth. Lens sat up, concealing her closing chestplates with a portion of the rumpled blanket on which she and Prowl had been laying. Prowl looked sullen; Lens looked very deeply ashamed.
“I will give you a moment to collect yourselves,” Positron said calmly. “Prowl, we will be attending temple tomorrow morning, so you will adjust your schedule accordingly, yes?”
“Yes, Grandfather,” Prowl mumbled, bowing his head. Coming from any other parent or guardian caretaker, the words would have been, Get your slag together and get out. No…Grandfather was far too subtle for that.
Positron nodded once before vacating the door frame and closing it quietly. When the door was closed Lens seized Prowl’s hand. “Prowl, I’m so sorry,” Lens whispered.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek as his own chestplating slid shut. “It’s not your fault,” he whispered back, stroking her helm.
Lens smiled softly as she gathered up her things and put them in her bag. “Sorry it ended so badly,” she said softly.
“It’s okay,” he consoled.
Lens was at the door now, and she paused. “Prowl… did you really want to make it forever like you said?”
Prowl considered the words. “Maybe not tonight or tomorrow night… but someday. Maybe someday soon.”
Lens smiled. “My sparking day is right around the corner,” she reminded him.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Prowl chuckled as he kissed her goodbye. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Lens whispered between kisses. Smiling a little sadly, she slipped out of the bedroom and left, awkwardly avoiding her sparkmate’s grandfather’s gaze from where he leaned against the wall, waiting to talk to his grandson.
Damn near steamed up my laptop writing this.