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"-line, Oil Slick," he slowly onlines his optics, and studies the bot holding him. Oil Slick feels warm, and comfortable, and he finds Blitzwing's frame to be very soft and pleasant to lay on. He shifts and smiles up at him.
"Are we close now?"
Blitzwing rubs his back, nodding, "Ja. Just about to land, in fact. I would have onlined you earlier, but Kings Powerdrive and Steelbolt contacted me to tell me not to. Zey saw you and insisted I let you stay in recharge longer. You are to go straight to ze medic."
He shifts a little closer to the bot, "And what about you?"
Blitzwing stills, no longer petting him, "I am to have a ... private talk wiz Prince Optimus. He wanted to talk to me about you."
Ah. That could be either a wonderful thing or a terrible one, depending on aspects of Optimus's culture that Oil Slick is not entirely sure of. He knows that as soon as it is revealed that his spark is still innocent, Blitzwing will not be harmed. Beyond that . . he is not sure.
Oil Slick leans up and kisses him chastely, on one cheek. "Thank you, Sir Blitzwing. Optimus will treat you fairly as soon as I inform him of what a noble bot you are."
Blitzwing gives him a small, sad smile, "You will not be talking to him, Princess. You are to go to ze medic, and I am to go to Optimus. I was told zat it will be on opposite sides of ze castle."
His spark freezes in his chest, unsure if he likes that. Being so far away means that it is more likely Optimus will be offlining Blitzwing in Megatron's place. The idea of it terrifies him. He knows better than to say it, since Blitzwing already knows this, and talking about it will only worry him even more.
The ship lands lightly, and he steels himself to go to the medic.
Optimus paces back and forth in the room, waiting impatiently for Blitzwing to show up. He isn't sure how much he likes the mech; not since he spent a very long time listening to Oil Slick praise the bot as he grew up. The mech is competition for the bot he is kind of sure he loves. He isn't really sure if he loves Oil Slick or not, but the thought of the cyclebot makes his spark pulse and engine rev.
He's not sure what he's going to do if Oil Slick has interfaced Blitzwing. Honor requires that he offline Blitzwing and cast Oil Slick out for his treachery, but there is no way he can do that and consider himself a just mech. There is nothing just in punishing bots for making the best of a bad situation.
Now, if Blitzwing has touched Oil Slick against his will, Optimus is willing to use the shiny energon axe he was given to give Blitzwing a swift offlining.
If Oil Slick is untouched, there are just as many problems. He can offer Oil Slick for a bondmate, which he does not want to do. He can also offer a monetary or object reward, which would be more suitable and acceptable.
And the last option, well . . .
He's pulled from his pacing and musing by the bot in question stepping into the room.
The mech stands in front of him for a long moment, then bows, "You called for me, Prince Optimus?"
Oil Slick's gushing about the mech being an honorable mech may not have just been hearsay. That makes him happier and a little more nervous. "I have a few questions for you, Sir Blitzwing." He waves to a bench, "Sit down."
The bot looks reluctant, but does as he's bid, "Of course, Prince Optimus."
He wonders if the bot had seen pictures of him before, since the triple-changer hasn't stared at his spark or looked at him in any scrutinizing way that every other bot has when they first meet him. The bot just acts like a honorable knight. He looks at the triple-changer for a long moment, "Oil Slick," Blitzwing's optics brighten at the name, and he isn't sure how he feels about that, "tells me you are a just and honorable knight." He takes a step forward, "Is this true?"
"No," Blitzwing lowers his optics. "I am not an honorable knight. I disobeyed my liege and have brought shame upon my name. It was . . a very difficult choice to make. To do what he asked would have brought shame and suffering, and . . I accept the punishments that will be coming to me."
A very noble knight indeed, if he was suggesting what Optimus thinks he is. "Lord Megatron asked you to do something to Princess Oil Slick?" He leans in, "Did you do it?"
"Neine," Blitzwing protests loudly. "I would never do such a zing to ze Princess. I have brought . . her back to you untouched and safe."
He notes the pause before the 'her,' and raises an optic ridge, "Did you really?"
The bot flinches, "To ze best of my knowledge, ja."
He isn't sure if he likes that. He doesn't want Oil Slick to have been molested and sparkraped. But he has something else he wants to ask, and he knows that he will be commed and told if Oil Slick is still allowed to bond with him - how he hopes he can, he does not want any other bot unless it is with Oil Slick. "Is there any reason you paused before calling my princess 'her'?"
The triple-changer looks uncomfortable, and he is certain the mech knows Oil Slick's secret. It terrifies him to think that, since he will need to rush the ceremony if the public finds out he isn't a femme.
And if Oil Slick was not pure, he was going to have to elope with the bot. He was not going to let Oil Slick be disgraced. It might indeed be bad luck for him to bond with Oil Slick if he had been used, but Optimus did not hold to tradition as thoroughly as his creators did.
Not when he's spent many megacycles being taught how to bind a bot to a berth by a ninjabot.
Blitzwing looks away, "Zat is not my right to say. I sometimes hesitate in my speech when my ozer personalities wish to come to ze forefront. It does not mean anyzing about ze Princess."
He was told about the other personalities, but is still unconvinced that Blitzwing doesn't know. "And why would you need to flip to Hothead or Random for that?"
The triple-changer looks uncomfortable, "... no reason. Ze personality is called 'Random' for a reason, ja?"
Oil Slick told him that he'd never seen Blitzwing's Random face really out, so he isn't sure how to respond to that, but he feels like the mech is lying to him. He is about to press when he gets a com from his Papa Powerdrive, "Optimus?"
He puts his servo to his temple, "Yes, papa?"
"You... you may bond with Oil Slick. H-.. She is untouched. You are going to be doing it within the megacycle, since Megatron knows about Oil Slick. Her plates were stuck in the open position, and her hip panels cut off. We will be leaving her in the dress that Blitzwing put her in so she can keep her modesty."
"Thank you, papa. I will contact you shortly." He disconnects the call and stares at Blitzwing. "You know he is a mech." It's not a question at all.
Blitzwing lowers his optics, "Yes. I do."
Optimus stares at him, and thinks of all the ways the mech could ruin things for them, and then . . "You will be bonding with us." Again, it is not a question. "Polish yourself and prepare for a triad-bond. Your Lord will be notified and compensated for the loss of a loyal knight." It will keep the mech silent no matter what, and will serve to keep Megatron silent as well. He would not want to admit that his knight had been stolen after he had botnapped a femme who had turned out to be a mech.
The bot's optics widen, staring at him in disbelief, "I... I could no-"
He throws a polishing cloth at the bot, "You returned my intended to me untouched, even as he had his plates open. You kept his spark hidden and safe. He... " he forces himself to continue, "He adores you. You will take this instead of any other reward."
The bot's venting speeds up, "I... if you do not wish for me to be wiz you, I understand. I did not do zis for a reward, even zough I ... I adore Princess Oil Zlick as well. He has..." The bot looks away, trailing off.
It hurts his spark to see that, and he frowns, "Did Oil Slick refuse you the reward of you taking his servo in bonding?"
The mech shakes his head, "He told me it is my right, but I knew zat you should be wiz him. I could not take him when I could not..." The mech blushes for some reason, two tiny spots of red, high on his cheeks, "Nevermind, Prince Optimus. I will polish myself up and do as you order."
"Good." He presses his fingers to his temple, dreading this part. "Papa Steelbolt? Tell the templebot to prepare for a triad-bond." He winces at his papa's surprised and then angry questions. "No, Papa. It is necessary. Get the bot ready, or I will cause a scandal by bringing a third bot to a ceremony only designed for two."
It is a potent threat, and one that has his papa disconnecting and hopefully rushing off to do as asked.
Blitzwing looks over at him, then reaches over to take his servo, "Are... are you sure zat you want zis?"
He both does and doesn't, actually. He wants Oil Slick all to himself, not wanting to share the bot he adores. But he also knows that Oil Slick adores Blitzwing, and he doesn't want his bonded to hate him for having the opportunity to do this and not doing it at all. He lifts the servo to his mouth, kissing it cautiously, "I am." The triple-changer is very handsome, and Oil Slick was not kidding about how hot the accent is.
He is tugged into the mech's lap, and there's a sudden flip to the black and red face Oil Slick had said was called Random. The bot yanks him into a kiss, one filled with the most amount of glossa he's ever experienced. Blitzwing pulls away, cackling, "Good! I have wanted you for a long time, along wiz Oil Zlick."
"Most bots want me. It is not exactly a surprise," although the amount of glossa that Random was hiding certainly was. "Now, finish preparing yourself. This will be recorded for the public, even if the guest list has been downsized to those bots currently remaining in our castle." He rubs himself off with the cloth quickly, wanting to look respectable.
Oil Slick will not be expecting the triad-bond, but that is a part of Oddesyx's culture, and not his own. He should be surprised by Blitzwing's presence. Hopefully in a good way.
"We will be painting chains for bonding bands on him. I expect you to paint a nice one, or make your mark a solid ring."
The bot flips back to Icy, optics dim, "Will I be allowed to paint a chain for you?" The mech rubs a servo along his side, some how lighting up pleasure nodes that have his spark pulsing, "I zink you would look so pretty wiz zem, ja?"
He squirms in the bot's hold, wishing he could calm his suddenly wanting spark, "I... I... If that is what you want, I will not say no." No wonder Oil Slick wanted to 'face the bot, he didn't know that it was possible to just touch him and he is hot. "I am not sure how much I like chains, but I was willing to try them if Oil Slick wanted them on me. The same applies to you." He pauses, "Do you know how a triad-bond works?"
"Ja. Zere are many seekers on New Kaon, and triad-bonds are very similar in dynamic to trine-bonds. Except I will be allowed to tie you up wizout having to get my flock-leader's permission, and zeir is no trine-leader in a triad-bond. In zeory, we are all equals." He lowers his optics, "But we know zat is not true. I am a knight, and you two are royalty. But Oil Zlick is a submissive femme and you are a crystal mech who is expected to also be submissive in ze berz. Bots will not know what to make of us."
He kind of wishes Blitzwing would move his servo to his plates and play with them, but is also glad the mech keeps the touches more innocent. He doesn't think he'd be able to say no if Blitzwing wants to 'face him. "I-it doesn't matter. We will do whatever fits us best." He pauses, moving so he's holding the triple-changer's servo, and smiling shyly, "I'm glad that I'm not bonding to bots I hate, though. My bonding will go a lot smoother than my creators' did."
Blitzwing kisses his knuckles, "I need to contact Lord Megatron, and tell him zat you are ordering me into a bonding so zat he releases me from his service."
"No." Optimus orders him. "You will do no such thing. If you inform him before the bond takes place, he has the right to order you not to. You will do as you are told and accept your place in our bond, and I will contact your liege after and inform him that you are no longer his."
Blitzwing shakes his head, "Nein. I must inform him-"
Optimus covers his mouth with a servo. "You will inform him of nothing. Must I order your internal coms to be closed?" Blitzwing looks conflicted before reluctantly shaking his head. He pulls his servo away, and presses a quick kiss to the mech's mouth. "Good." He slips off Blitzwing's lap, wishing his spark wasn't so warm. He'd like to go off to a washrack to frag his spark, but he can't really do that right now. "Finish cleaning up. We need to be ready in time for the bonding."
Bitzwing looks at him with dim optics, looking like he wants to say something before turning away. "As you wish, Prince Optimus."
He pulls out a cloth, and works on his own frame, "We won't be able to do the paint now, but that is not actually expected in a triad-bond, thankfully."
Blitzwing pulls out several jars of paint from a side cabinet after rifling around a bit, and then carefully applies a few streaks of gold to his sparkplates, before putting a few stripes of green on Optimus.
He stares down at his chest. "This is hardly enough paint."
Blitzwing shrugs, "It is a matter of symbolism. Ze bots will want to know zat we have completed our bond, and it is easy enough to smear ze colors on each ozer as long as we have a bit of zem on us. It is better zan nozing."
He sighs softly, "Oil Slick will be wearing that... dress that you put on him. And his plates are stuck in the open position. We won't have paint to smear."
The triple-changer just shrugs again, "We can apply it before we use his spark. It does not matter."
He sighs, looking down at the ground. "We need to get to the areas near the chapel, or we'll miss the ceremony. And I will not be late for my bonding to Oil Slick."
Blitzwing puts both servos on his hips, touching the seams to make his spark pulse a little more, "I do not want to be late, eizer, meine Optimus."
Optimus flushes, and pushes the servos off of him. "Yes. That's fantastic, but we are going to do this now. Properly. You cannot be groping me as we go in." He flips to Random, and Optimus backs away, "No more kisses until we are painted." He walks out of the room, hoping Blitzwing will follow.
The soft sound of peds behind him means that the bot is obediently trailing along behind him, the appropriate position for the third bot being brought into a bonding without the other bot's knowledge.
He doesn't bother to turn around, since it isn't appropriate even if he'd like to. They make it to the area, and his creators are already there. He waves his servo behind him, "Papas, this is Bl-"
He's tugged over by Powerdrive, "Blitzwing, we know, sparkling, we know." The triple-changer is glared at, "It is bad luck to bond with a bot that has 'faced before, sparkling. Are you su-"
He cuts his papa off, "Yes. This is what he chose as his reward. And since he brought back Oil Slick, risking his own spark to do it, I can do no less. His demand is well within my ability, and a traditional reason. You are the one that read me the story about the Allspark blessing triad-bonds and especially ones like this."
His creators look uncomfortable, and Steelbolt says, "All three of them were virgins in that story, sparkling."
He crosses his arms, "No they were not. You just don't want to admit I'm right about this."
"They were pure sparked bots-"
Optimus snorts, "Papas, if you think I didn't find the original, unedited version of that legend, you are being foolish. You may have liked reading me Glosswing's interpretations of the myths, but the originals transcribed by Translock are far better. And in those, none of the bots were pure-sparked. In fact, the crystal mech had been interfacing since puberty."
They give him an unhappy look, and Powerdrive sighs softly. "Very well, sparkling. We will let you bond with the ... the honorable knight Blitzwing."
He smiles, "I'm glad you saw it my way, papas." He may be hesitant about getting bonded, but he's not going to let them declare that Blitzwing isn't allowed in. Not when he needs the mech with them to help keep the secret that Oil Slick is a mech. Besides, he does rather like how the bot touches him. He looks forward to 'facing him, just like he does with Oil Slick.
It will be . . . interesting, having his first be with two bots instead of one.
Assuming that Oil Slick agrees to the bond.
He hears the bells, and kisses both of his papas on the cheeks. "Thank you, papas. Let's go now. I want to finish this bond. I have been waiting too long now."
They walk him down the aisle, and Blitzwing follows behind them. He can see that Oil Slick is confused as to why he had to walk earlier-the cyclebot is already kneeling at the altar. This is traditional for triad-bonds. For triad-bonds where one bot is unaware that a third is being brought forward, at least.
He kneels directly in front of the altar, Oil Slick on his right, and Blitzwing goes to his left. He smiles as he takes each of their servos in his, and sends a quick message, just before the templebot can cut it off, I got you a triple-changer for our bonding gift, Oil Slick. I hope he's to your liking.
The cyclebot's optics widen just as the private messages get cut off, and he smiles even more at the sudden loud rev from Oil Slick's engine. The mech is made for speed, so it is very loud, indeed.
He doesn't stop his smug smirk at that.
Oil Slick is venting rather hard, and Blitzwing is looking unsure what that is about, but not able to ask. He squeezes their servos reassuringly, and pays half attention to the templebot's sermon. It is only slighty different than the usual bonding one, but not by much.
The difference comes when it is time to paint. In theory, they are to paint each other simultaneously, but it never works that way. Instead, they signal a bit of which bot asked who with the order of painting, and Optimus picks up the brush first. He has to paint Oil Slick, and then Blitzwing. Oil Slick then returns the favor, and Blitzwing, their newest addition, will paint last.
He takes Oil Slick's servo, carefully working the tiny detail of chain links all the way around the claw. He kind of wants to work it up the servo, but he knows he'll be allowed to access the paint later to do a more complete job of it. At least he'll be able to get it sooner than his own creators did, since they had taken the opportunity during the bonding to try to ruin each other's paint as badly as possible. Papa Steelbolt has his entire flat of his servo painted because he had been planning on slapping Papa Powerdrive across the face. Instead Papa Powerdrive just has fingerprints along his frame in addition to a splatter from the brush being flicked at him.
He turns to Blitzwing, starting to draw a chain only for Blitzwing to shake his head. Looking at the triple changer, he bites his lower lip and paints a simple band on it. He will add decorations later. For now, he will accept just Oil Slick with the chain band.
He offers the brush to Oil Slick, and the mech takes his servo and holds it close, working on painting something with only the very tip of the brush. He has to dip it in the paint frequently, and Optimus waits impatiently to see what his bondmate is doing.
When Oil Slick finally releases his servo to work on Blitzwing, Optimus lifts it to study the work.
What at first looks like a simple ring of paint is in fact, tiny bits of Ancient sketched into a ring shape, the old runes and characters twining together in sinuous lines. He's going to have to look it up later to see what it says.
Blitzwing is handed the brush when Oil Slick is finished with his, and Optimus has his servo taken as the triple-changer paints a tiny chain on his finger. He smiles at it, wondering if the mech plans on adding more later, as well. He'd rather like that.
Oil Slick is given another band of chains, and the brush is put in the pot. Optimus belatedly notices that the paint from before, that spilled when Megatron botnapped Oil Slick, is still on the ground. He wonders if they will have to take out that entire section of floor to replace it, or if they will keep it for the story.
Standing up, he kisses Oil Slick then Blitzwing, and his engine revs softly at the sight of them kissing each other. He is very glad that they are to go straight to the consummation room, and use each other's sparks. He doesn't think he'd be able to wait until later.
The templebot continues to offer words of advice and blessing as they walk out of the room, and Optimus hears not a single one of them.
Optimus studies the room, admiring how nicely it has been decorated. The berth is going to be a bit on the small side with the three of them in it, but they'll manage. He kisses Oil Slick, letting his servos move over the bot's frame the way he's always wanted to, sliding them up under the long skirt, pausing suddenly when he feels something strange on Oil Slick's legs. "What is this?" he asks, giving it a tug.
Oil Slick shifts a tiny bit, a little blush on his face, "Megatron..." the bot looks away, "Megatron put me in chains."
He frowns, touching them again, "And you left them on?"
Oil Slick rubs against him, "The medic wasn't sure how to take them off, and they didn't want to rip the dress. We only had a megacycle until we got bonded, Optimus."
He rubs their chests together, looking over at Blitzwing, "Do you know how to take them off?"
The triple-changer nods, "But I zink you should look at zem before you say we should leave zem off, Optimus." The mech nibbles at his neck cabling, and he relaxes into the touch, spark flaring with heat. "He looks so pretty wiz zem on, and we didn't even have to go zrough ze work of doing it ourselves. It is not easy to do, and we already have him all wrapped up like a present."
"Show me," Optimus requests, and watches as the other mech strips for them, removing his metal mesh dress. The first thing he notices is Oil Slick's spark, which is beautiful and shining blue, like the filthiest, most perfect gift. Then he notices the chains.
They are delicate-looking chains, but he had felt them, and they were very strong materials. They wrap around Oil Slick's frame like a lover's caress, wrapping him in complex patterns and diamonds that outline his spark and emphasize his narrow waist. A few hang in messy tangles at the bot's hips, where his hip panels had once been.
He reaches over, touching the chains, "Are you hurting?"
Oil Slick gives him a slightly shy look, "Not a lot. I can live without my panels, and we can just put a temporary fix for now. The medic gave me this," Oil Slick pulls out a nanomachine paste that will numb the pain and fix the damage so that they can replace the panels later. "Would... would you like to put it on me?"
He nods, taking the paste, and kissing his bonded. "Get on the berth."
The cyclebot looks faintly disappointed about something, and moves to the berth. He realizes what the problem is, and strides over, grabbing him to stop him from climbing in. Oil Slick's optics light up, "Yes?"
He pushes Oil Slick down on his back, flat on the berth, and holding him there firmly. "Lift up your arms."
Blitzwing comes up behind him, and pushes him down harder, "Use more pressure, little bot. Do you see ze way his spark flickers wiz want when you push harder?" Oil Slick revs under them, and lifts his arms up over his head. "Now, show me how good you are wiz ze chains. I want to see your skill."
The larger bot pulls a length of chain out of his subspace and offers it to Optimus. At least one of them had not been stripped of all things prior to the ceremony. Taking it, he wraps it around Oil Slick's servos, just like he'd practiced, and tugs them to the snugness that makes Oil Slick start trying to hack his plates open. When the cyclebot's optics flicker, he starts to tie him to the berth.
Blitzwing is being distracting with touches to make him hot, "You can be less gentle, meine Optimus. Ze harder you tug, ze better. He will beg for your touch soon."
Oil Slick has his legs spread, inviting one of them to slip between them to play with his exposed chamber that is arched up so prettily. "I... I want-"
Blitzwing's fingers tease Oil Slick's toe on the closest ped, making the mech cry out in pleasure, "You will get to be used soon, meine Oil Zlick. You get to wait until Optimus and I are ready."
"I think you should kiss him," Optimus says, shifting down after he secures Oil Slick's servos to the berth. "You've been so very good, Blitzwing. Kiss him." He grins, "As Random." Give Oil Slick the same sort of surprise he'd had.
Icy dims his optics, and pinches Optimus's headfin lightly, "I do not take well to orders in ze berz, little bot. Keep zat in mind in ze future." A flip, and a cackle, "But zat is just fine for now." He ducks down and kisses Oil Slick, and the bot's optics fly wide at the sudden amount of glossa in his mouth.
He runs his servo along the triple-changer's side, ending at the bot's aft. Squeezing it, he hums appreciatively, he hasn't been allowed to do this sort of thing before, but he is going to take advantage since both of the bots are his now. He can do what he wants. And really, he kind of wants to rub his spark all over the both of them to show how much they are his.
He starts to crack open his plates to get started, but that attracts Blitzwing's attention. The mech grabs him and kisses him again, glossa shoving in demandingly. "I zink zat I should use ze boz of your sparks at once, ja?"
Optimus scoffs, "Just because you're enormous doesn't mean you get to tie us both down and grind your spark all over us."
Blitzwing dims his optics and flips Optimus onto the berth beside Oil Slick, and his arms are cuffed above his head before he can even think to say no or stop or 'slow the frag down.' "I zink it does, little bots." His servos caress their frames, and Optimus feels his spark pulsing at the unusual feeling of being restrained.
He squirms next to Oil Slick, "I wanted Oil Slick to be my first time."
Random pouts at him, "I want to use ze boz of your sparks, zough. You will be so delicious under me as you whimper and plead for release."
Oil Slick's optics are dim, "Blitzwing? Did you know that the gascap on my back is removable? I will need Optimus to put in the code for it to open, but I bet your glossa could fit inside of it. Or you could see if you can use my spark from that side. They did expand it so it would be large enough for Optimus to use me from behind if he wanted to."
Blitzwing revs so loudly it's almost laughable, and then there's a whirlwind of movement and when Optimus onlines his startled optics, Oil Slick is on top of him, and Blitzwing is wrapping chains around them, tying them spark-to-sparkplates, as Optimus has snapped his plates shut tightly when it had begun. "You will open zis gascap and let me take your spark from behind while Optimus has you from ze front, Oil Zlick."
The cyclebot squirms with pleasure, panting against him. Optimus looks at the triple-changer, "You need to let me have at least one servo free. I'm the one programmed in to open him. He can't even open himself. If he wants to open up, I need to touch his plates to do it." He isn't actually fond of that, but he was told it will go away soon enough. He had no problem with Oil Slick self-servicing, and now has no problem with Blitzwing using Oil Slick's spark when he's not there.
Blitzwing leans over, long glossa flicking along his armor before returning. "You will open your plates first, ja? I want to see you try to open up."
Optimus slides his plates open easily-his creators had never feared for his purity with locks; no, he'd had countless guardbots and restrictions on his travel instead. "There, are you-nnngh," he arches up helplessly when Blitzwing pushes Oil Slick down and tightens the chains, forcing their sparks to stay in contact. Oh, Primus it's good, better than he ever imagined.
Random takes his servo out of the cuff, and manipulates it to open the widened gascap. He had wondered before why Oil Slick had it changed a few stellar cycles ago. He's glad his friend was so evasive for the reason, or he would have been very tempted to try to open him up.
Blitzwing climbs on top of them, pushing his large spark down on them, and he and Oil Slick cry out in pleasure at the rush of charge. It is even better than before, and he hadn't thought that it could get better. Electric heat spreads across his frame, and it is very likely that his frame is starting to glow. That happens sometimes when he's had an especially good self-service, and he normally tries to stay out of anyone's sight.
"Primus, Optimus," Oil Slick says, optics widening, panting his words between cries of pleasure, "You . . you're . . gorgeous."
Optimus flushes, and feels the glow brighten as charge electrifies his systems, making the crystal matrixes in his armor literally light up with pleasure. It's also embarrassing because his added weaponry doesn't glow, and he can feel Blitzwing trace the outlines of an energy blade hidden up under his forearm armor.
The mech flips from Random to Icy, and pushes down in a much smoother motion than he did as Random. "You are covered in weapons, Optimus." The mech thrusts down hard, sending jolts of pleasure through him and Oil Slick. The triple-changer kisses him demandingly, "Good. I look forward to seeing you use zem."
He writhes under his bondeds, mewling happily as their sparks are rubbed together deliciously, "Y-yes." He'll do anything with Blitzwing if he gets more of this feeling.
Things get pretty hazy from thereon out, and Optimus mostly remembers it in bits and flashes as his systems start to overheat from charge. Blitzwing touching him, kissing them both, Oil Slick writhing in pleasure, his own frame glowing so bright that they could have shut off all the lights in the room and not noticed a difference.
When he overloads, it's blinding-literally. He has to offline his optics, and it's good, because he's falling offline as his systems slowly cycle down in the aftermath, spark crackling pleasantly with its reduced charge as Oil Slick and Blitzwing writhe away on top of him.
He drops offline before they can finish, and knows he will be onlined soon enough.
The next morning, he is the first one up, slipping out of the single cuff he was still in. He was right about being onlined soon, and had lost count of how many overloads he had with his bondeds. It was a very great deal, that's for sure, but he is going to go get fuel. They had eaten the candy bows off the chain that Oil Slick had in his subspace, but it is time to head out of the consummation room, and prove that they used each other's sparks. He dims his optics, and he certainly did use their sparks. Planning on using them again later, in fact.
Of course, when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror in the washrack, he thinks it might be a bad idea to go out.
He's glowing.
Still.
Glowing rather brightly, in fact, bright enough to leave a sort of soft, fuzzy haze around him.
If either of his bondeds make a joke about it, he's going to slap a mouthclamp on them. One of the ones with the open rings that allow sparklicking. He doesn't have one, but he bets Blitzwing does.
He's joined soon by a loose limbed cyclebot, and is nuzzled lovingly. "You were not in the berth next to me. That isn't very fair." Servos drift along his chest as Oil Slick rubs his spark along his back, "Would you have left me alone in the berth if we didn't have Blitzwing?"
He pushes into his bonded, "Maybe. We can't have a morning 'face, though. There are confirmations to be done."
Oil Slick nibbles his neck, sucking on the cables, "Says the bot getting the paint cleaned off of him in the washrack."
Optimus flushes, "I am not under the solvents yet. I just wanted to get rid of a little bit of it. Make it look less like I was mauled and more like I had a respectable frag."
"There's no such thing as a respectable frag," Oil Slick murmurs, and steps back, trying to push his sparkplates shut. "Fragging things are still stuck open."
Optimus rests his servos on the plates and tries to shut them, but fails. "You will have to wear the dress again."
Oil Slick sighs softly, "I can't put it on by myself." The mech waves his claws at him, "I'll cut it apart if I try."
He smiles, "Want me to help?"
The cyclebot wiggles his hips , "Yes, but you should use my spark first. I want the morning 'face that we should have."
Optimus chuckles softly, servos gentle as he tugs the bot close, and squeezes the tempting aft firmly, loving the feel. "No." He kisses his bonded, "I want to do more on a more comfortable berth. We'll have more fun if we're in the room we were given."
"Perhaps," Oil Slick admits, offering his arm to Optimus, guiding him out of the washrack. "But I feel we should test it more thoroughly. It's only on the opposite side of the castle. It wouldn't take more than a klik or two to get there, and then we could see if-"
"If we can tie you down to ze berz zere as well?" Blitzwing asks, stroking Oil Slick's aft possessively. "You two look so beautiful in ze chains."
Optimus's engine revs as his aft is squeezed as well, "We'll confirm that we 'faced, get the quick spark exam to test us for sparklings, and go to the berthroom." He offlines his optics to better enjoy the feeling of his bondeds sucking on both sides of his neck, "We..." He moans softly, pushing them away gently, "We are going to put Oil Slick in the dress now."
Blitzwing flips to Random instantly, "We will have to make you a dress, meine Optimus!" The triple-changer rubs at his plates, "Possibly a very sheer metal mesh for you, ja?"
"No. There's no need for a dress for me," Optimus complains, slipping out of their arms. "I am happy the way I am. I am used to being bare. Having no armor that hides my spark in any way. We need to keep Oil Slick's spark a secret, but mine is well-known."
Blitzwing hums, "Zat is why it would be very sheer so zat we could still admire ze way your armor glows and your spark lights up ze room."
He makes a face at that, "I'm hoping the glow goes away."
He's tugged back, and kissed by Icy, "Nein, you have been 'faced, our Optimus." The mech's servos rub his plates, "Your spark is so happy, and if Oil Zlick and I do what we are supposed to, you will always glow like zis." The triple-changer revs slightly, "We will just have to keep overloading you over and over."
Oil Slick looks at him with dim optics, purring out, "It will be such a hardship. Fragging the only crystal mech there is currently, and our bonded in addition to that." The cyclebot rubs his spark against his chest, "How ever can we do it?"
A flush dusts his cheeks, and he pushes them off of him, "You two are fraggers and aftheads and many other insulting things I can't think of right now." Optimus tugs himself free from their grasping servos as they try to pull him back. "We need to go out, and I'm glowing like a sparkling nightlight."
Oil Slick grins, "I wasn't going to say it, but . . you really are. Same soft fuzzy light and all."
He sighs softly, and picks up the dress from where they dropped it. "We are not talking about this right now. Let's get everything over with. I want to keep 'facing you both, but we need to get this done."
Blitzwing nips at his headfin, taking the dress from him, and moving it so it slips onto Oil Slick easily, "I would like to have you in my arms as we do zis, but it would be improper." The triple-changer freezes, and says, "I need to tell Lord Megatron zat I-"
He puts his servo over his bonded's mouth. "You don't have to tell him anything. I am the one that will contact him. You are my bonded, and I took you as payment so that we did not go to war over the botnapping of Oil Slick."
"Payment," the bot chuckles, and then flips to Random, "I zink I will have to repay you wiz teaparties and overloads!"
He just nods, humoring the mech. "Of course. I would have it no other way." He slips out the door and walks with Oil Slick at his side, their less stable lover trailing along behind them, apparently admiring their afts, if the little murmured noises of appreciation are any indication of his activity.
He slips his arm around Oil Slick's waist, pausing when he feels a slight give to the back of the dress. Stopping the bot from walking, he pushes on the metal mesh, and Oil Slick's optics flicker. The cyclebot squirms against his servo, "I must have left the gascap in the room."
He nods slowly, "Blitzwing?"
The mech moves closer, kissing them both, "I will go get it, zen." The bot looks around the hall for a moment, then pulls Optimus into a very demanding kiss, squeezing his aft possessively, "I zink zat we should work out a schedule to keep you glowing at all times, ja?"
"No. I think we don't need a schedule for our interfacing." He gasps and moans helplessly when the bot rubs his sparkplates just right, heating his spark up until it's pulsing visibly inside of him. "I . . stop trying to change my mind. I'm not overloading on schedule for you. For any reason." Not even for a sparkling, which would do better with random charge times anyways.
Blitzwing nibbles on his neck, "Maybe we will try it later on." He's kissed softly, and the bot pulls away, "I will go get ze gascap."
He watches the bot go, and Oil Slick cuddles up to him. Petting his meeker lover, he murmurs, "Do you think he's going to try to get you to overload on a schedule?"
Oil Slick's optics flicker at the thought of it. "As long as it isn't once a sol or every megacycle, I wouldn't object."
"You are so submissive," Optimus murmurs, squeezing his hips. "We need to have your panels replaced, assuming you want them again."
Oil Slick has spent his entire life with them, and Optimus is fairly certain the bot will want them back. When his lover nods, Optimus kisses his cheek.
"Let's get you to the medicbot so we can have you fixed up." He pauses, "Or . . I suppose we should visit the fragging templebot so he can say that we are legally bonded. We don't want Megatron stealing Blitzwing on a technicality."
Oil Slick makes a soft, upset sound, cuddling close. "Yes. I want to keep him with us forever."
He smiles, spark happy at the thought of both of his bondeds staying with him for all time. "I do, too." He wasn't really expecting to want a third bot in this, but it feels good to have the bot with them. "We're going to have to chain him down at some point."
Oil Slick gives him a blank look, and it does show just how little the cyclebot wants to top when the mech says, "If you want to. Will... will I be chained down as well?"
"If you want, sweetspark," he says, unwilling to make Oil Slick do things he does not enjoy. "Will you at least try it once before you have me chain the both of you?"
Oil Slick dims his optics, "I suppose so. It might be . . . nice, to try it, just once." He rubs against Optimus suggestively, leaning in to whisper, "If this dress was better, it would have parts you could remove to access my spark underneath without any bot knowing."
His servo drifts to the skirt, "I'd like to be able to just slip into a slit on the skirt and be able to squeeze your aft."
The mech makes a tiny sound to encourage his touch, "We'll have to see about asking Blitzwing."
The triple-changer walks over as Icy, "Asking me what?"
He takes the gascap, putting it in his subspace, "If you will make Oil Slick new dresses. Ones with access hatches for bits of him we want to use."
Blitzwing hums and flips to Random, who has an unusually calculating expression on his face, "I will make him many pretty dresses if you agree to let me measure you for some of zem too, Optimus. Maybe somezing pretty for your helm as well. A little hat, or somezing all feazery and poofy wiz lace."
He sighs softly, "We can discuss this after we have our bonding confirmed."
Blitzwing kisses him and Oil Slick, "Zen we should stop stalling, ja?"
He smiles, pulling Blitzwing to his other side, and holding the bot close, "I fully agree. And you should stay next to us. You are our bonded, and I will not have you ignored."
"Zank you," Blitzwing tries to fall a bit back again, "but I know zat zis bond does not make me royalty. I should show my respect for your stations in public, at ze very least. It is important zat I respect you boz. I do not want bots zinking zat because I dominate you in ze berz, zat I have undue influence on your decisions outside of it."
He tugs the mech back, "You can be proper later. Right now, I want my bonded to stay next to me so I can kiss him."
The bot flips back to Icy, "I shou-"
Oil Slick reaches over, taking the triple-changer's servo, "Did you know that my writing on the bonding band I gave you tells you how much I adore you both? How I know I'll love you forever?" The cyclebot squeezes the both of their servos, "Stay by us, Blitzwing."
"If you insist," the triple-changer says cautiously, clearly unhappy with claiming a station he sees as too high above himself. He will just have to get used to standing at their side. Perhaps Decepticons would accept him behind them, but Optimus and Oil Slick were neutrals.
Optimus was a neutral with strong Autobot leanings at that.
He wasn't going to have a lover who thought he was below them in any way.
Other than below them on the berth.
And Blitzwing certainly didn't think that at all.
He rubs his side against the mech, and Blitzwing vents a small sigh, "I should mo-"
He squeezes the bot's servo, "You should stay next to us. I'm not king yet, and Oil Slick isn't queen. We will be phasing into our jobs slowly over several decavorns. You are just going to have to get use to the fact that we will want to cuddle and kiss you."
"If that is your wish, meine leibes, I will do my best to fulfill it." Blitzwing bends down and kisses each of them, and hums when they kiss him back.
Side by side, they walk to the room where the templebot is waiting, and stride inside together, Optimus glowing brightly between his bondeds. He's going to have to get used to that. It's going to take a very long time to get used to glowing like a sparkling nightlight all sol long. He wonders how long it will take for the light to fade.
The bot looks at him, and says flatly, "Well, we know that you consummated bond." The mech looks over at Blitzwing, then studdies the triple-changer's chest for a moment, "You as well." The templebot points at Oil Slick, "She needs to remove the covering so I can see her chest. She could be hiding the fact that you didn't 'face her. You did bring the third in rather quickly. It could have been a set up so you didn't have to do anything with her."
Optimus glares, holding Oil Slick's waist tightly, "She still can not close her plates, and would be flashing hr spark if we removed the dress. I don't care that you're supposed to confirm it. If you're going to try to make her go around completely exposed, we'll just go to the medic."
The temple bot, rather than getting ruffled or accepting their demands, simply offers them a small sheet of metal with sticky edges, designed to serve as a very quick patch. "Then she may cover her spark, but for the bonding to be confirmed, I must see her chest."
Optimus pulls the gascap out of subspace and slides his servos down the collar of Oil Slick's dress, fitting it in place, resisting the urge to sneak a grope or two in. Switching sides, he places the metal sheet over Oil Slick's sparkchamber, and then helps him remove the dress. "Are you satisfied now, templebot?" he asks, deceptively mild as he loops an arm around Oil Slick's waist to pull him close. "Have you humiliated her enough for the sol?"
The bot looks at him flatly, "If anyone is humiliated, I'm surprised it isn't you, Prince Optimus. You always hid when you glowed after self-servicing, and now you'll never stop unless you want everyone to know you're no longer happy in the berth."
He refuses to blush, just glaring at the mech, "Confirm the consummation so that we can leave."
The templebot looks slightly smug as he looks at Oil Slick's chest, tapping at the chains still decorating the cyclebot, "These should not have been there, but I am willing to let it go because everything was so unconventional already." The mech waves a servo at the door, "Your bonding is nice and legal. Go to the medic for your sparkling scan and then to your room or whatever it is you want to do this sol."
Optimus rushes out of the room, leaving his lovers to stare bemusedly after him.
He can hear Blitzwing ask, "So, he used to glow from ze self-service very often?"
So fragging embarrassing now. There was a limit to what he could stand.
Oil Slick vents slowly, staring at the results of the scan on the screen in front of them.
"You mean Optimus is really . . . ?" It seems so impossible, after the very first night. It almost never-
"Yes," the medic interrupts. Red Alert had followed him here, as part of his . . . dowry, for lack of a better term. His creators had wanted a medic used to dealing with his mech spark. "Optimus is carrying a sparkling. A femme sparkling, if the scans are right."
He cuddles against the both of his lovers, unsure what to say for a long moment, then asks, "Which of us is the other creator?"
She looks at him for a little bit, then shrugs, "I'm not sure, princess. I'm not Ratchet for Primus's sake. That bot can tell just by looking at a spark if they are carrying. I need a complicated spark scan to do that. I can com him and have him come to look, or you can wait a few decacycles. Ratchet isn't cheap, but since this is a femme sparkling, he may insist on being hired on. Which would lower his rates and make all future sparklings easier."
"We'll think about it," Optimus says, rubbing his sparkplates absently. Blitzwing taps on them, and the bot opens up for him once more, letting the ex-Decepticon lean in to study his spark, and loudly declare,
"I do not see anyzing on his spark yet. You are very good wiz ze scans."
Optimus's spark is certainly brighter than usual, but Oil Slick had put that off on the bot being exceptionally well-sated with overload. He hadn't even suspected that Optimus might be carrying already.
Red Alert pushes them to the door, "Thank you, Sir Blitzwing, but now you can all get out of the medical bay. I need to work on settling in, and the bot here had refused to let me start until just a megacycle ago."
Oil Slick slips away from his bondeds to pull Red Alert into a hug, "I'm glad you're here."
She rolls her optics, patting his back, "You need to remove the chains on you before the sol is over. I don't want you coming in here because your paint is flaking from it." She gives him a datapad, "I looked up how to do it, and here are instructional datapads. There are also a few cables and other chains in your rooms. It was a nightmare getting them in, but your creators are used to getting their way. Be glad, sparkling."
"Oh, I am," Oil slick kisses her cheek. "Thank you medic Red Alert." He yelps as he's picked up by Blitzwing, and Optimus is scooped up as well, the pair of them held tightly against his chest.
"Zank you, but we will be leaving now. Zere are many zings for us to do zis sol, and I feel ze need to offer energy to our new sparkling."
Oil Slick curls up against Optimus, smiling at him, "We're having a sparkling already, Optimus. Can you believe it?" It normally took vorns or longer. They were blessed.
He's kissed softly, "My creators will not be surprised, my line normally sparks quickly. Granted, this is much sooner than usual." The bot squeezes his aft, "And a femme, that would be your line showing. It is very rare for mine to get a femme."
Oil Slick shrugs, "Or it could be Blitzwing's?" He turns to their triple-changer, "Does your family normally have femmes?"
Blitzwing shrugs, "My line is not well documented, meine Oil Zlick. My creators were boz mechs."
"Are either of them still-"
"Nein. Zey have boz been offline for some time now. I am quite a bit older zan boz of you, and most of ze family I once had is gone now." He squeezes their afts, "So it is good zat we are starting one togezer. Zey will be ze cutest sparklings ever." He leans in and purrs, "I zink we should focus on filling you wiz a sparkling next, meine Oil Zlick."
He blushes faintly, hiding his face in Blitzwing's chest, "It will be harder since Optimus is with sparkling, though. Sparks exposed to a bot already carrying don't like to for sparklings, so the bot can focus on the one we already have."
Optimus tugs him into a kiss, "I am a blessed bot, Oil Slick. The normal rules are bent for me." He is tugged so he's laying on top of the truckbot, "If we do some things, it is very likely all three of us will carry. I would have to be the co-creator if we do that, but we can do it even if I'm carrying."
"Really?" Oil Slick was not aware of this.
Optimus nods, "Yes. There have been other crystal-framed mechs in my line, in the distant past." He wrinkles his nose a bit, "Hotspark had twenty-seven sparklings with his bondmate before finally deciding to have his sparkling protocols permanently turned off."
"Twenty-seven?"
"Yes." Optimus shakes his head, "They had a very large family."
Blitzwing's spark is hot against them, "Do you zink we will have a family zat large?"
Optimus blushes under him, "Well, maybe. It is also possible that we'll have an even bigger one. It all depends on what we want to do. My papas didn't want to have more sparklings before having me bonded, wanting to make sure that I'd be able to rule the planet with a bot by my side. They are very likely going to start to try for another one soon, since they're also pretty young as well. It only took them about a vorn to have me."
Oil Slick nuzzles into Optimus's chest, his dress rustling softly, "My sister will be ruling Haydon IV, and it took them since having me to get her." His claws drift to Optimus's transformation seams, "I would like a large family."
"As long as I am not carrying sparklings for my entire life, I will be happy to have quite a few with you both," Optimus hums, leaning back to allow more touching.
Blitzwing pets him, "We will be happy to carry zem as well, Optimus. And we will accept transferring as well."
A long-suffering sigh answers them, "Most of the sparklings conceived between us will naturally settle onto my spark. And most of them won't be transferrable because of that."
Oil Slick kisses the truckbot's sparkplates, "Is there a way to make it so that I'm always the one who sparks?"
Optimus shakes his head, "No. I need my protocols down for it to work, and if I put them up, it means were are all not going to get more if you're 'facing me in addition to each other."
Blitzwing walks into the room, and shuts the door, "Zen we will figure somezing out." The mech sets them on the berth, "But it is time to unwrap our Oil Zlick like a present, since ze medic said zat he needed ze chains off."
Oil Slick smiles fondly. He's already starting to fall in love with his bondmates.
The future looks quite bright. And full of chains. Just the way he likes it.
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"-line, Oil Slick," he slowly onlines his optics, and studies the bot holding him. Oil Slick feels warm, and comfortable, and he finds Blitzwing's frame to be very soft and pleasant to lay on. He shifts and smiles up at him.
"Are we close now?"
Blitzwing rubs his back, nodding, "Ja. Just about to land, in fact. I would have onlined you earlier, but Kings Powerdrive and Steelbolt contacted me to tell me not to. Zey saw you and insisted I let you stay in recharge longer. You are to go straight to ze medic."
He shifts a little closer to the bot, "And what about you?"
Blitzwing stills, no longer petting him, "I am to have a ... private talk wiz Prince Optimus. He wanted to talk to me about you."
Ah. That could be either a wonderful thing or a terrible one, depending on aspects of Optimus's culture that Oil Slick is not entirely sure of. He knows that as soon as it is revealed that his spark is still innocent, Blitzwing will not be harmed. Beyond that . . he is not sure.
Oil Slick leans up and kisses him chastely, on one cheek. "Thank you, Sir Blitzwing. Optimus will treat you fairly as soon as I inform him of what a noble bot you are."
Blitzwing gives him a small, sad smile, "You will not be talking to him, Princess. You are to go to ze medic, and I am to go to Optimus. I was told zat it will be on opposite sides of ze castle."
His spark freezes in his chest, unsure if he likes that. Being so far away means that it is more likely Optimus will be offlining Blitzwing in Megatron's place. The idea of it terrifies him. He knows better than to say it, since Blitzwing already knows this, and talking about it will only worry him even more.
The ship lands lightly, and he steels himself to go to the medic.
Optimus paces back and forth in the room, waiting impatiently for Blitzwing to show up. He isn't sure how much he likes the mech; not since he spent a very long time listening to Oil Slick praise the bot as he grew up. The mech is competition for the bot he is kind of sure he loves. He isn't really sure if he loves Oil Slick or not, but the thought of the cyclebot makes his spark pulse and engine rev.
He's not sure what he's going to do if Oil Slick has interfaced Blitzwing. Honor requires that he offline Blitzwing and cast Oil Slick out for his treachery, but there is no way he can do that and consider himself a just mech. There is nothing just in punishing bots for making the best of a bad situation.
Now, if Blitzwing has touched Oil Slick against his will, Optimus is willing to use the shiny energon axe he was given to give Blitzwing a swift offlining.
If Oil Slick is untouched, there are just as many problems. He can offer Oil Slick for a bondmate, which he does not want to do. He can also offer a monetary or object reward, which would be more suitable and acceptable.
And the last option, well . . .
He's pulled from his pacing and musing by the bot in question stepping into the room.
The mech stands in front of him for a long moment, then bows, "You called for me, Prince Optimus?"
Oil Slick's gushing about the mech being an honorable mech may not have just been hearsay. That makes him happier and a little more nervous. "I have a few questions for you, Sir Blitzwing." He waves to a bench, "Sit down."
The bot looks reluctant, but does as he's bid, "Of course, Prince Optimus."
He wonders if the bot had seen pictures of him before, since the triple-changer hasn't stared at his spark or looked at him in any scrutinizing way that every other bot has when they first meet him. The bot just acts like a honorable knight. He looks at the triple-changer for a long moment, "Oil Slick," Blitzwing's optics brighten at the name, and he isn't sure how he feels about that, "tells me you are a just and honorable knight." He takes a step forward, "Is this true?"
"No," Blitzwing lowers his optics. "I am not an honorable knight. I disobeyed my liege and have brought shame upon my name. It was . . a very difficult choice to make. To do what he asked would have brought shame and suffering, and . . I accept the punishments that will be coming to me."
A very noble knight indeed, if he was suggesting what Optimus thinks he is. "Lord Megatron asked you to do something to Princess Oil Slick?" He leans in, "Did you do it?"
"Neine," Blitzwing protests loudly. "I would never do such a zing to ze Princess. I have brought . . her back to you untouched and safe."
He notes the pause before the 'her,' and raises an optic ridge, "Did you really?"
The bot flinches, "To ze best of my knowledge, ja."
He isn't sure if he likes that. He doesn't want Oil Slick to have been molested and sparkraped. But he has something else he wants to ask, and he knows that he will be commed and told if Oil Slick is still allowed to bond with him - how he hopes he can, he does not want any other bot unless it is with Oil Slick. "Is there any reason you paused before calling my princess 'her'?"
The triple-changer looks uncomfortable, and he is certain the mech knows Oil Slick's secret. It terrifies him to think that, since he will need to rush the ceremony if the public finds out he isn't a femme.
And if Oil Slick was not pure, he was going to have to elope with the bot. He was not going to let Oil Slick be disgraced. It might indeed be bad luck for him to bond with Oil Slick if he had been used, but Optimus did not hold to tradition as thoroughly as his creators did.
Not when he's spent many megacycles being taught how to bind a bot to a berth by a ninjabot.
Blitzwing looks away, "Zat is not my right to say. I sometimes hesitate in my speech when my ozer personalities wish to come to ze forefront. It does not mean anyzing about ze Princess."
He was told about the other personalities, but is still unconvinced that Blitzwing doesn't know. "And why would you need to flip to Hothead or Random for that?"
The triple-changer looks uncomfortable, "... no reason. Ze personality is called 'Random' for a reason, ja?"
Oil Slick told him that he'd never seen Blitzwing's Random face really out, so he isn't sure how to respond to that, but he feels like the mech is lying to him. He is about to press when he gets a com from his Papa Powerdrive, "Optimus?"
He puts his servo to his temple, "Yes, papa?"
"You... you may bond with Oil Slick. H-.. She is untouched. You are going to be doing it within the megacycle, since Megatron knows about Oil Slick. Her plates were stuck in the open position, and her hip panels cut off. We will be leaving her in the dress that Blitzwing put her in so she can keep her modesty."
"Thank you, papa. I will contact you shortly." He disconnects the call and stares at Blitzwing. "You know he is a mech." It's not a question at all.
Blitzwing lowers his optics, "Yes. I do."
Optimus stares at him, and thinks of all the ways the mech could ruin things for them, and then . . "You will be bonding with us." Again, it is not a question. "Polish yourself and prepare for a triad-bond. Your Lord will be notified and compensated for the loss of a loyal knight." It will keep the mech silent no matter what, and will serve to keep Megatron silent as well. He would not want to admit that his knight had been stolen after he had botnapped a femme who had turned out to be a mech.
The bot's optics widen, staring at him in disbelief, "I... I could no-"
He throws a polishing cloth at the bot, "You returned my intended to me untouched, even as he had his plates open. You kept his spark hidden and safe. He... " he forces himself to continue, "He adores you. You will take this instead of any other reward."
The bot's venting speeds up, "I... if you do not wish for me to be wiz you, I understand. I did not do zis for a reward, even zough I ... I adore Princess Oil Zlick as well. He has..." The bot looks away, trailing off.
It hurts his spark to see that, and he frowns, "Did Oil Slick refuse you the reward of you taking his servo in bonding?"
The mech shakes his head, "He told me it is my right, but I knew zat you should be wiz him. I could not take him when I could not..." The mech blushes for some reason, two tiny spots of red, high on his cheeks, "Nevermind, Prince Optimus. I will polish myself up and do as you order."
"Good." He presses his fingers to his temple, dreading this part. "Papa Steelbolt? Tell the templebot to prepare for a triad-bond." He winces at his papa's surprised and then angry questions. "No, Papa. It is necessary. Get the bot ready, or I will cause a scandal by bringing a third bot to a ceremony only designed for two."
It is a potent threat, and one that has his papa disconnecting and hopefully rushing off to do as asked.
Blitzwing looks over at him, then reaches over to take his servo, "Are... are you sure zat you want zis?"
He both does and doesn't, actually. He wants Oil Slick all to himself, not wanting to share the bot he adores. But he also knows that Oil Slick adores Blitzwing, and he doesn't want his bonded to hate him for having the opportunity to do this and not doing it at all. He lifts the servo to his mouth, kissing it cautiously, "I am." The triple-changer is very handsome, and Oil Slick was not kidding about how hot the accent is.
He is tugged into the mech's lap, and there's a sudden flip to the black and red face Oil Slick had said was called Random. The bot yanks him into a kiss, one filled with the most amount of glossa he's ever experienced. Blitzwing pulls away, cackling, "Good! I have wanted you for a long time, along wiz Oil Zlick."
"Most bots want me. It is not exactly a surprise," although the amount of glossa that Random was hiding certainly was. "Now, finish preparing yourself. This will be recorded for the public, even if the guest list has been downsized to those bots currently remaining in our castle." He rubs himself off with the cloth quickly, wanting to look respectable.
Oil Slick will not be expecting the triad-bond, but that is a part of Oddesyx's culture, and not his own. He should be surprised by Blitzwing's presence. Hopefully in a good way.
"We will be painting chains for bonding bands on him. I expect you to paint a nice one, or make your mark a solid ring."
The bot flips back to Icy, optics dim, "Will I be allowed to paint a chain for you?" The mech rubs a servo along his side, some how lighting up pleasure nodes that have his spark pulsing, "I zink you would look so pretty wiz zem, ja?"
He squirms in the bot's hold, wishing he could calm his suddenly wanting spark, "I... I... If that is what you want, I will not say no." No wonder Oil Slick wanted to 'face the bot, he didn't know that it was possible to just touch him and he is hot. "I am not sure how much I like chains, but I was willing to try them if Oil Slick wanted them on me. The same applies to you." He pauses, "Do you know how a triad-bond works?"
"Ja. Zere are many seekers on New Kaon, and triad-bonds are very similar in dynamic to trine-bonds. Except I will be allowed to tie you up wizout having to get my flock-leader's permission, and zeir is no trine-leader in a triad-bond. In zeory, we are all equals." He lowers his optics, "But we know zat is not true. I am a knight, and you two are royalty. But Oil Zlick is a submissive femme and you are a crystal mech who is expected to also be submissive in ze berz. Bots will not know what to make of us."
He kind of wishes Blitzwing would move his servo to his plates and play with them, but is also glad the mech keeps the touches more innocent. He doesn't think he'd be able to say no if Blitzwing wants to 'face him. "I-it doesn't matter. We will do whatever fits us best." He pauses, moving so he's holding the triple-changer's servo, and smiling shyly, "I'm glad that I'm not bonding to bots I hate, though. My bonding will go a lot smoother than my creators' did."
Blitzwing kisses his knuckles, "I need to contact Lord Megatron, and tell him zat you are ordering me into a bonding so zat he releases me from his service."
"No." Optimus orders him. "You will do no such thing. If you inform him before the bond takes place, he has the right to order you not to. You will do as you are told and accept your place in our bond, and I will contact your liege after and inform him that you are no longer his."
Blitzwing shakes his head, "Nein. I must inform him-"
Optimus covers his mouth with a servo. "You will inform him of nothing. Must I order your internal coms to be closed?" Blitzwing looks conflicted before reluctantly shaking his head. He pulls his servo away, and presses a quick kiss to the mech's mouth. "Good." He slips off Blitzwing's lap, wishing his spark wasn't so warm. He'd like to go off to a washrack to frag his spark, but he can't really do that right now. "Finish cleaning up. We need to be ready in time for the bonding."
Bitzwing looks at him with dim optics, looking like he wants to say something before turning away. "As you wish, Prince Optimus."
He pulls out a cloth, and works on his own frame, "We won't be able to do the paint now, but that is not actually expected in a triad-bond, thankfully."
Blitzwing pulls out several jars of paint from a side cabinet after rifling around a bit, and then carefully applies a few streaks of gold to his sparkplates, before putting a few stripes of green on Optimus.
He stares down at his chest. "This is hardly enough paint."
Blitzwing shrugs, "It is a matter of symbolism. Ze bots will want to know zat we have completed our bond, and it is easy enough to smear ze colors on each ozer as long as we have a bit of zem on us. It is better zan nozing."
He sighs softly, "Oil Slick will be wearing that... dress that you put on him. And his plates are stuck in the open position. We won't have paint to smear."
The triple-changer just shrugs again, "We can apply it before we use his spark. It does not matter."
He sighs, looking down at the ground. "We need to get to the areas near the chapel, or we'll miss the ceremony. And I will not be late for my bonding to Oil Slick."
Blitzwing puts both servos on his hips, touching the seams to make his spark pulse a little more, "I do not want to be late, eizer, meine Optimus."
Optimus flushes, and pushes the servos off of him. "Yes. That's fantastic, but we are going to do this now. Properly. You cannot be groping me as we go in." He flips to Random, and Optimus backs away, "No more kisses until we are painted." He walks out of the room, hoping Blitzwing will follow.
The soft sound of peds behind him means that the bot is obediently trailing along behind him, the appropriate position for the third bot being brought into a bonding without the other bot's knowledge.
He doesn't bother to turn around, since it isn't appropriate even if he'd like to. They make it to the area, and his creators are already there. He waves his servo behind him, "Papas, this is Bl-"
He's tugged over by Powerdrive, "Blitzwing, we know, sparkling, we know." The triple-changer is glared at, "It is bad luck to bond with a bot that has 'faced before, sparkling. Are you su-"
He cuts his papa off, "Yes. This is what he chose as his reward. And since he brought back Oil Slick, risking his own spark to do it, I can do no less. His demand is well within my ability, and a traditional reason. You are the one that read me the story about the Allspark blessing triad-bonds and especially ones like this."
His creators look uncomfortable, and Steelbolt says, "All three of them were virgins in that story, sparkling."
He crosses his arms, "No they were not. You just don't want to admit I'm right about this."
"They were pure sparked bots-"
Optimus snorts, "Papas, if you think I didn't find the original, unedited version of that legend, you are being foolish. You may have liked reading me Glosswing's interpretations of the myths, but the originals transcribed by Translock are far better. And in those, none of the bots were pure-sparked. In fact, the crystal mech had been interfacing since puberty."
They give him an unhappy look, and Powerdrive sighs softly. "Very well, sparkling. We will let you bond with the ... the honorable knight Blitzwing."
He smiles, "I'm glad you saw it my way, papas." He may be hesitant about getting bonded, but he's not going to let them declare that Blitzwing isn't allowed in. Not when he needs the mech with them to help keep the secret that Oil Slick is a mech. Besides, he does rather like how the bot touches him. He looks forward to 'facing him, just like he does with Oil Slick.
It will be . . . interesting, having his first be with two bots instead of one.
Assuming that Oil Slick agrees to the bond.
He hears the bells, and kisses both of his papas on the cheeks. "Thank you, papas. Let's go now. I want to finish this bond. I have been waiting too long now."
They walk him down the aisle, and Blitzwing follows behind them. He can see that Oil Slick is confused as to why he had to walk earlier-the cyclebot is already kneeling at the altar. This is traditional for triad-bonds. For triad-bonds where one bot is unaware that a third is being brought forward, at least.
He kneels directly in front of the altar, Oil Slick on his right, and Blitzwing goes to his left. He smiles as he takes each of their servos in his, and sends a quick message, just before the templebot can cut it off, I got you a triple-changer for our bonding gift, Oil Slick. I hope he's to your liking.
The cyclebot's optics widen just as the private messages get cut off, and he smiles even more at the sudden loud rev from Oil Slick's engine. The mech is made for speed, so it is very loud, indeed.
He doesn't stop his smug smirk at that.
Oil Slick is venting rather hard, and Blitzwing is looking unsure what that is about, but not able to ask. He squeezes their servos reassuringly, and pays half attention to the templebot's sermon. It is only slighty different than the usual bonding one, but not by much.
The difference comes when it is time to paint. In theory, they are to paint each other simultaneously, but it never works that way. Instead, they signal a bit of which bot asked who with the order of painting, and Optimus picks up the brush first. He has to paint Oil Slick, and then Blitzwing. Oil Slick then returns the favor, and Blitzwing, their newest addition, will paint last.
He takes Oil Slick's servo, carefully working the tiny detail of chain links all the way around the claw. He kind of wants to work it up the servo, but he knows he'll be allowed to access the paint later to do a more complete job of it. At least he'll be able to get it sooner than his own creators did, since they had taken the opportunity during the bonding to try to ruin each other's paint as badly as possible. Papa Steelbolt has his entire flat of his servo painted because he had been planning on slapping Papa Powerdrive across the face. Instead Papa Powerdrive just has fingerprints along his frame in addition to a splatter from the brush being flicked at him.
He turns to Blitzwing, starting to draw a chain only for Blitzwing to shake his head. Looking at the triple changer, he bites his lower lip and paints a simple band on it. He will add decorations later. For now, he will accept just Oil Slick with the chain band.
He offers the brush to Oil Slick, and the mech takes his servo and holds it close, working on painting something with only the very tip of the brush. He has to dip it in the paint frequently, and Optimus waits impatiently to see what his bondmate is doing.
When Oil Slick finally releases his servo to work on Blitzwing, Optimus lifts it to study the work.
What at first looks like a simple ring of paint is in fact, tiny bits of Ancient sketched into a ring shape, the old runes and characters twining together in sinuous lines. He's going to have to look it up later to see what it says.
Blitzwing is handed the brush when Oil Slick is finished with his, and Optimus has his servo taken as the triple-changer paints a tiny chain on his finger. He smiles at it, wondering if the mech plans on adding more later, as well. He'd rather like that.
Oil Slick is given another band of chains, and the brush is put in the pot. Optimus belatedly notices that the paint from before, that spilled when Megatron botnapped Oil Slick, is still on the ground. He wonders if they will have to take out that entire section of floor to replace it, or if they will keep it for the story.
Standing up, he kisses Oil Slick then Blitzwing, and his engine revs softly at the sight of them kissing each other. He is very glad that they are to go straight to the consummation room, and use each other's sparks. He doesn't think he'd be able to wait until later.
The templebot continues to offer words of advice and blessing as they walk out of the room, and Optimus hears not a single one of them.
Optimus studies the room, admiring how nicely it has been decorated. The berth is going to be a bit on the small side with the three of them in it, but they'll manage. He kisses Oil Slick, letting his servos move over the bot's frame the way he's always wanted to, sliding them up under the long skirt, pausing suddenly when he feels something strange on Oil Slick's legs. "What is this?" he asks, giving it a tug.
Oil Slick shifts a tiny bit, a little blush on his face, "Megatron..." the bot looks away, "Megatron put me in chains."
He frowns, touching them again, "And you left them on?"
Oil Slick rubs against him, "The medic wasn't sure how to take them off, and they didn't want to rip the dress. We only had a megacycle until we got bonded, Optimus."
He rubs their chests together, looking over at Blitzwing, "Do you know how to take them off?"
The triple-changer nods, "But I zink you should look at zem before you say we should leave zem off, Optimus." The mech nibbles at his neck cabling, and he relaxes into the touch, spark flaring with heat. "He looks so pretty wiz zem on, and we didn't even have to go zrough ze work of doing it ourselves. It is not easy to do, and we already have him all wrapped up like a present."
"Show me," Optimus requests, and watches as the other mech strips for them, removing his metal mesh dress. The first thing he notices is Oil Slick's spark, which is beautiful and shining blue, like the filthiest, most perfect gift. Then he notices the chains.
They are delicate-looking chains, but he had felt them, and they were very strong materials. They wrap around Oil Slick's frame like a lover's caress, wrapping him in complex patterns and diamonds that outline his spark and emphasize his narrow waist. A few hang in messy tangles at the bot's hips, where his hip panels had once been.
He reaches over, touching the chains, "Are you hurting?"
Oil Slick gives him a slightly shy look, "Not a lot. I can live without my panels, and we can just put a temporary fix for now. The medic gave me this," Oil Slick pulls out a nanomachine paste that will numb the pain and fix the damage so that they can replace the panels later. "Would... would you like to put it on me?"
He nods, taking the paste, and kissing his bonded. "Get on the berth."
The cyclebot looks faintly disappointed about something, and moves to the berth. He realizes what the problem is, and strides over, grabbing him to stop him from climbing in. Oil Slick's optics light up, "Yes?"
He pushes Oil Slick down on his back, flat on the berth, and holding him there firmly. "Lift up your arms."
Blitzwing comes up behind him, and pushes him down harder, "Use more pressure, little bot. Do you see ze way his spark flickers wiz want when you push harder?" Oil Slick revs under them, and lifts his arms up over his head. "Now, show me how good you are wiz ze chains. I want to see your skill."
The larger bot pulls a length of chain out of his subspace and offers it to Optimus. At least one of them had not been stripped of all things prior to the ceremony. Taking it, he wraps it around Oil Slick's servos, just like he'd practiced, and tugs them to the snugness that makes Oil Slick start trying to hack his plates open. When the cyclebot's optics flicker, he starts to tie him to the berth.
Blitzwing is being distracting with touches to make him hot, "You can be less gentle, meine Optimus. Ze harder you tug, ze better. He will beg for your touch soon."
Oil Slick has his legs spread, inviting one of them to slip between them to play with his exposed chamber that is arched up so prettily. "I... I want-"
Blitzwing's fingers tease Oil Slick's toe on the closest ped, making the mech cry out in pleasure, "You will get to be used soon, meine Oil Zlick. You get to wait until Optimus and I are ready."
"I think you should kiss him," Optimus says, shifting down after he secures Oil Slick's servos to the berth. "You've been so very good, Blitzwing. Kiss him." He grins, "As Random." Give Oil Slick the same sort of surprise he'd had.
Icy dims his optics, and pinches Optimus's headfin lightly, "I do not take well to orders in ze berz, little bot. Keep zat in mind in ze future." A flip, and a cackle, "But zat is just fine for now." He ducks down and kisses Oil Slick, and the bot's optics fly wide at the sudden amount of glossa in his mouth.
He runs his servo along the triple-changer's side, ending at the bot's aft. Squeezing it, he hums appreciatively, he hasn't been allowed to do this sort of thing before, but he is going to take advantage since both of the bots are his now. He can do what he wants. And really, he kind of wants to rub his spark all over the both of them to show how much they are his.
He starts to crack open his plates to get started, but that attracts Blitzwing's attention. The mech grabs him and kisses him again, glossa shoving in demandingly. "I zink zat I should use ze boz of your sparks at once, ja?"
Optimus scoffs, "Just because you're enormous doesn't mean you get to tie us both down and grind your spark all over us."
Blitzwing dims his optics and flips Optimus onto the berth beside Oil Slick, and his arms are cuffed above his head before he can even think to say no or stop or 'slow the frag down.' "I zink it does, little bots." His servos caress their frames, and Optimus feels his spark pulsing at the unusual feeling of being restrained.
He squirms next to Oil Slick, "I wanted Oil Slick to be my first time."
Random pouts at him, "I want to use ze boz of your sparks, zough. You will be so delicious under me as you whimper and plead for release."
Oil Slick's optics are dim, "Blitzwing? Did you know that the gascap on my back is removable? I will need Optimus to put in the code for it to open, but I bet your glossa could fit inside of it. Or you could see if you can use my spark from that side. They did expand it so it would be large enough for Optimus to use me from behind if he wanted to."
Blitzwing revs so loudly it's almost laughable, and then there's a whirlwind of movement and when Optimus onlines his startled optics, Oil Slick is on top of him, and Blitzwing is wrapping chains around them, tying them spark-to-sparkplates, as Optimus has snapped his plates shut tightly when it had begun. "You will open zis gascap and let me take your spark from behind while Optimus has you from ze front, Oil Zlick."
The cyclebot squirms with pleasure, panting against him. Optimus looks at the triple-changer, "You need to let me have at least one servo free. I'm the one programmed in to open him. He can't even open himself. If he wants to open up, I need to touch his plates to do it." He isn't actually fond of that, but he was told it will go away soon enough. He had no problem with Oil Slick self-servicing, and now has no problem with Blitzwing using Oil Slick's spark when he's not there.
Blitzwing leans over, long glossa flicking along his armor before returning. "You will open your plates first, ja? I want to see you try to open up."
Optimus slides his plates open easily-his creators had never feared for his purity with locks; no, he'd had countless guardbots and restrictions on his travel instead. "There, are you-nnngh," he arches up helplessly when Blitzwing pushes Oil Slick down and tightens the chains, forcing their sparks to stay in contact. Oh, Primus it's good, better than he ever imagined.
Random takes his servo out of the cuff, and manipulates it to open the widened gascap. He had wondered before why Oil Slick had it changed a few stellar cycles ago. He's glad his friend was so evasive for the reason, or he would have been very tempted to try to open him up.
Blitzwing climbs on top of them, pushing his large spark down on them, and he and Oil Slick cry out in pleasure at the rush of charge. It is even better than before, and he hadn't thought that it could get better. Electric heat spreads across his frame, and it is very likely that his frame is starting to glow. That happens sometimes when he's had an especially good self-service, and he normally tries to stay out of anyone's sight.
"Primus, Optimus," Oil Slick says, optics widening, panting his words between cries of pleasure, "You . . you're . . gorgeous."
Optimus flushes, and feels the glow brighten as charge electrifies his systems, making the crystal matrixes in his armor literally light up with pleasure. It's also embarrassing because his added weaponry doesn't glow, and he can feel Blitzwing trace the outlines of an energy blade hidden up under his forearm armor.
The mech flips from Random to Icy, and pushes down in a much smoother motion than he did as Random. "You are covered in weapons, Optimus." The mech thrusts down hard, sending jolts of pleasure through him and Oil Slick. The triple-changer kisses him demandingly, "Good. I look forward to seeing you use zem."
He writhes under his bondeds, mewling happily as their sparks are rubbed together deliciously, "Y-yes." He'll do anything with Blitzwing if he gets more of this feeling.
Things get pretty hazy from thereon out, and Optimus mostly remembers it in bits and flashes as his systems start to overheat from charge. Blitzwing touching him, kissing them both, Oil Slick writhing in pleasure, his own frame glowing so bright that they could have shut off all the lights in the room and not noticed a difference.
When he overloads, it's blinding-literally. He has to offline his optics, and it's good, because he's falling offline as his systems slowly cycle down in the aftermath, spark crackling pleasantly with its reduced charge as Oil Slick and Blitzwing writhe away on top of him.
He drops offline before they can finish, and knows he will be onlined soon enough.
The next morning, he is the first one up, slipping out of the single cuff he was still in. He was right about being onlined soon, and had lost count of how many overloads he had with his bondeds. It was a very great deal, that's for sure, but he is going to go get fuel. They had eaten the candy bows off the chain that Oil Slick had in his subspace, but it is time to head out of the consummation room, and prove that they used each other's sparks. He dims his optics, and he certainly did use their sparks. Planning on using them again later, in fact.
Of course, when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror in the washrack, he thinks it might be a bad idea to go out.
He's glowing.
Still.
Glowing rather brightly, in fact, bright enough to leave a sort of soft, fuzzy haze around him.
If either of his bondeds make a joke about it, he's going to slap a mouthclamp on them. One of the ones with the open rings that allow sparklicking. He doesn't have one, but he bets Blitzwing does.
He's joined soon by a loose limbed cyclebot, and is nuzzled lovingly. "You were not in the berth next to me. That isn't very fair." Servos drift along his chest as Oil Slick rubs his spark along his back, "Would you have left me alone in the berth if we didn't have Blitzwing?"
He pushes into his bonded, "Maybe. We can't have a morning 'face, though. There are confirmations to be done."
Oil Slick nibbles his neck, sucking on the cables, "Says the bot getting the paint cleaned off of him in the washrack."
Optimus flushes, "I am not under the solvents yet. I just wanted to get rid of a little bit of it. Make it look less like I was mauled and more like I had a respectable frag."
"There's no such thing as a respectable frag," Oil Slick murmurs, and steps back, trying to push his sparkplates shut. "Fragging things are still stuck open."
Optimus rests his servos on the plates and tries to shut them, but fails. "You will have to wear the dress again."
Oil Slick sighs softly, "I can't put it on by myself." The mech waves his claws at him, "I'll cut it apart if I try."
He smiles, "Want me to help?"
The cyclebot wiggles his hips , "Yes, but you should use my spark first. I want the morning 'face that we should have."
Optimus chuckles softly, servos gentle as he tugs the bot close, and squeezes the tempting aft firmly, loving the feel. "No." He kisses his bonded, "I want to do more on a more comfortable berth. We'll have more fun if we're in the room we were given."
"Perhaps," Oil Slick admits, offering his arm to Optimus, guiding him out of the washrack. "But I feel we should test it more thoroughly. It's only on the opposite side of the castle. It wouldn't take more than a klik or two to get there, and then we could see if-"
"If we can tie you down to ze berz zere as well?" Blitzwing asks, stroking Oil Slick's aft possessively. "You two look so beautiful in ze chains."
Optimus's engine revs as his aft is squeezed as well, "We'll confirm that we 'faced, get the quick spark exam to test us for sparklings, and go to the berthroom." He offlines his optics to better enjoy the feeling of his bondeds sucking on both sides of his neck, "We..." He moans softly, pushing them away gently, "We are going to put Oil Slick in the dress now."
Blitzwing flips to Random instantly, "We will have to make you a dress, meine Optimus!" The triple-changer rubs at his plates, "Possibly a very sheer metal mesh for you, ja?"
"No. There's no need for a dress for me," Optimus complains, slipping out of their arms. "I am happy the way I am. I am used to being bare. Having no armor that hides my spark in any way. We need to keep Oil Slick's spark a secret, but mine is well-known."
Blitzwing hums, "Zat is why it would be very sheer so zat we could still admire ze way your armor glows and your spark lights up ze room."
He makes a face at that, "I'm hoping the glow goes away."
He's tugged back, and kissed by Icy, "Nein, you have been 'faced, our Optimus." The mech's servos rub his plates, "Your spark is so happy, and if Oil Zlick and I do what we are supposed to, you will always glow like zis." The triple-changer revs slightly, "We will just have to keep overloading you over and over."
Oil Slick looks at him with dim optics, purring out, "It will be such a hardship. Fragging the only crystal mech there is currently, and our bonded in addition to that." The cyclebot rubs his spark against his chest, "How ever can we do it?"
A flush dusts his cheeks, and he pushes them off of him, "You two are fraggers and aftheads and many other insulting things I can't think of right now." Optimus tugs himself free from their grasping servos as they try to pull him back. "We need to go out, and I'm glowing like a sparkling nightlight."
Oil Slick grins, "I wasn't going to say it, but . . you really are. Same soft fuzzy light and all."
He sighs softly, and picks up the dress from where they dropped it. "We are not talking about this right now. Let's get everything over with. I want to keep 'facing you both, but we need to get this done."
Blitzwing nips at his headfin, taking the dress from him, and moving it so it slips onto Oil Slick easily, "I would like to have you in my arms as we do zis, but it would be improper." The triple-changer freezes, and says, "I need to tell Lord Megatron zat I-"
He puts his servo over his bonded's mouth. "You don't have to tell him anything. I am the one that will contact him. You are my bonded, and I took you as payment so that we did not go to war over the botnapping of Oil Slick."
"Payment," the bot chuckles, and then flips to Random, "I zink I will have to repay you wiz teaparties and overloads!"
He just nods, humoring the mech. "Of course. I would have it no other way." He slips out the door and walks with Oil Slick at his side, their less stable lover trailing along behind them, apparently admiring their afts, if the little murmured noises of appreciation are any indication of his activity.
He slips his arm around Oil Slick's waist, pausing when he feels a slight give to the back of the dress. Stopping the bot from walking, he pushes on the metal mesh, and Oil Slick's optics flicker. The cyclebot squirms against his servo, "I must have left the gascap in the room."
He nods slowly, "Blitzwing?"
The mech moves closer, kissing them both, "I will go get it, zen." The bot looks around the hall for a moment, then pulls Optimus into a very demanding kiss, squeezing his aft possessively, "I zink zat we should work out a schedule to keep you glowing at all times, ja?"
"No. I think we don't need a schedule for our interfacing." He gasps and moans helplessly when the bot rubs his sparkplates just right, heating his spark up until it's pulsing visibly inside of him. "I . . stop trying to change my mind. I'm not overloading on schedule for you. For any reason." Not even for a sparkling, which would do better with random charge times anyways.
Blitzwing nibbles on his neck, "Maybe we will try it later on." He's kissed softly, and the bot pulls away, "I will go get ze gascap."
He watches the bot go, and Oil Slick cuddles up to him. Petting his meeker lover, he murmurs, "Do you think he's going to try to get you to overload on a schedule?"
Oil Slick's optics flicker at the thought of it. "As long as it isn't once a sol or every megacycle, I wouldn't object."
"You are so submissive," Optimus murmurs, squeezing his hips. "We need to have your panels replaced, assuming you want them again."
Oil Slick has spent his entire life with them, and Optimus is fairly certain the bot will want them back. When his lover nods, Optimus kisses his cheek.
"Let's get you to the medicbot so we can have you fixed up." He pauses, "Or . . I suppose we should visit the fragging templebot so he can say that we are legally bonded. We don't want Megatron stealing Blitzwing on a technicality."
Oil Slick makes a soft, upset sound, cuddling close. "Yes. I want to keep him with us forever."
He smiles, spark happy at the thought of both of his bondeds staying with him for all time. "I do, too." He wasn't really expecting to want a third bot in this, but it feels good to have the bot with them. "We're going to have to chain him down at some point."
Oil Slick gives him a blank look, and it does show just how little the cyclebot wants to top when the mech says, "If you want to. Will... will I be chained down as well?"
"If you want, sweetspark," he says, unwilling to make Oil Slick do things he does not enjoy. "Will you at least try it once before you have me chain the both of you?"
Oil Slick dims his optics, "I suppose so. It might be . . . nice, to try it, just once." He rubs against Optimus suggestively, leaning in to whisper, "If this dress was better, it would have parts you could remove to access my spark underneath without any bot knowing."
His servo drifts to the skirt, "I'd like to be able to just slip into a slit on the skirt and be able to squeeze your aft."
The mech makes a tiny sound to encourage his touch, "We'll have to see about asking Blitzwing."
The triple-changer walks over as Icy, "Asking me what?"
He takes the gascap, putting it in his subspace, "If you will make Oil Slick new dresses. Ones with access hatches for bits of him we want to use."
Blitzwing hums and flips to Random, who has an unusually calculating expression on his face, "I will make him many pretty dresses if you agree to let me measure you for some of zem too, Optimus. Maybe somezing pretty for your helm as well. A little hat, or somezing all feazery and poofy wiz lace."
He sighs softly, "We can discuss this after we have our bonding confirmed."
Blitzwing kisses him and Oil Slick, "Zen we should stop stalling, ja?"
He smiles, pulling Blitzwing to his other side, and holding the bot close, "I fully agree. And you should stay next to us. You are our bonded, and I will not have you ignored."
"Zank you," Blitzwing tries to fall a bit back again, "but I know zat zis bond does not make me royalty. I should show my respect for your stations in public, at ze very least. It is important zat I respect you boz. I do not want bots zinking zat because I dominate you in ze berz, zat I have undue influence on your decisions outside of it."
He tugs the mech back, "You can be proper later. Right now, I want my bonded to stay next to me so I can kiss him."
The bot flips back to Icy, "I shou-"
Oil Slick reaches over, taking the triple-changer's servo, "Did you know that my writing on the bonding band I gave you tells you how much I adore you both? How I know I'll love you forever?" The cyclebot squeezes the both of their servos, "Stay by us, Blitzwing."
"If you insist," the triple-changer says cautiously, clearly unhappy with claiming a station he sees as too high above himself. He will just have to get used to standing at their side. Perhaps Decepticons would accept him behind them, but Optimus and Oil Slick were neutrals.
Optimus was a neutral with strong Autobot leanings at that.
He wasn't going to have a lover who thought he was below them in any way.
Other than below them on the berth.
And Blitzwing certainly didn't think that at all.
He rubs his side against the mech, and Blitzwing vents a small sigh, "I should mo-"
He squeezes the bot's servo, "You should stay next to us. I'm not king yet, and Oil Slick isn't queen. We will be phasing into our jobs slowly over several decavorns. You are just going to have to get use to the fact that we will want to cuddle and kiss you."
"If that is your wish, meine leibes, I will do my best to fulfill it." Blitzwing bends down and kisses each of them, and hums when they kiss him back.
Side by side, they walk to the room where the templebot is waiting, and stride inside together, Optimus glowing brightly between his bondeds. He's going to have to get used to that. It's going to take a very long time to get used to glowing like a sparkling nightlight all sol long. He wonders how long it will take for the light to fade.
The bot looks at him, and says flatly, "Well, we know that you consummated bond." The mech looks over at Blitzwing, then studdies the triple-changer's chest for a moment, "You as well." The templebot points at Oil Slick, "She needs to remove the covering so I can see her chest. She could be hiding the fact that you didn't 'face her. You did bring the third in rather quickly. It could have been a set up so you didn't have to do anything with her."
Optimus glares, holding Oil Slick's waist tightly, "She still can not close her plates, and would be flashing hr spark if we removed the dress. I don't care that you're supposed to confirm it. If you're going to try to make her go around completely exposed, we'll just go to the medic."
The temple bot, rather than getting ruffled or accepting their demands, simply offers them a small sheet of metal with sticky edges, designed to serve as a very quick patch. "Then she may cover her spark, but for the bonding to be confirmed, I must see her chest."
Optimus pulls the gascap out of subspace and slides his servos down the collar of Oil Slick's dress, fitting it in place, resisting the urge to sneak a grope or two in. Switching sides, he places the metal sheet over Oil Slick's sparkchamber, and then helps him remove the dress. "Are you satisfied now, templebot?" he asks, deceptively mild as he loops an arm around Oil Slick's waist to pull him close. "Have you humiliated her enough for the sol?"
The bot looks at him flatly, "If anyone is humiliated, I'm surprised it isn't you, Prince Optimus. You always hid when you glowed after self-servicing, and now you'll never stop unless you want everyone to know you're no longer happy in the berth."
He refuses to blush, just glaring at the mech, "Confirm the consummation so that we can leave."
The templebot looks slightly smug as he looks at Oil Slick's chest, tapping at the chains still decorating the cyclebot, "These should not have been there, but I am willing to let it go because everything was so unconventional already." The mech waves a servo at the door, "Your bonding is nice and legal. Go to the medic for your sparkling scan and then to your room or whatever it is you want to do this sol."
Optimus rushes out of the room, leaving his lovers to stare bemusedly after him.
He can hear Blitzwing ask, "So, he used to glow from ze self-service very often?"
So fragging embarrassing now. There was a limit to what he could stand.
Oil Slick vents slowly, staring at the results of the scan on the screen in front of them.
"You mean Optimus is really . . . ?" It seems so impossible, after the very first night. It almost never-
"Yes," the medic interrupts. Red Alert had followed him here, as part of his . . . dowry, for lack of a better term. His creators had wanted a medic used to dealing with his mech spark. "Optimus is carrying a sparkling. A femme sparkling, if the scans are right."
He cuddles against the both of his lovers, unsure what to say for a long moment, then asks, "Which of us is the other creator?"
She looks at him for a little bit, then shrugs, "I'm not sure, princess. I'm not Ratchet for Primus's sake. That bot can tell just by looking at a spark if they are carrying. I need a complicated spark scan to do that. I can com him and have him come to look, or you can wait a few decacycles. Ratchet isn't cheap, but since this is a femme sparkling, he may insist on being hired on. Which would lower his rates and make all future sparklings easier."
"We'll think about it," Optimus says, rubbing his sparkplates absently. Blitzwing taps on them, and the bot opens up for him once more, letting the ex-Decepticon lean in to study his spark, and loudly declare,
"I do not see anyzing on his spark yet. You are very good wiz ze scans."
Optimus's spark is certainly brighter than usual, but Oil Slick had put that off on the bot being exceptionally well-sated with overload. He hadn't even suspected that Optimus might be carrying already.
Red Alert pushes them to the door, "Thank you, Sir Blitzwing, but now you can all get out of the medical bay. I need to work on settling in, and the bot here had refused to let me start until just a megacycle ago."
Oil Slick slips away from his bondeds to pull Red Alert into a hug, "I'm glad you're here."
She rolls her optics, patting his back, "You need to remove the chains on you before the sol is over. I don't want you coming in here because your paint is flaking from it." She gives him a datapad, "I looked up how to do it, and here are instructional datapads. There are also a few cables and other chains in your rooms. It was a nightmare getting them in, but your creators are used to getting their way. Be glad, sparkling."
"Oh, I am," Oil slick kisses her cheek. "Thank you medic Red Alert." He yelps as he's picked up by Blitzwing, and Optimus is scooped up as well, the pair of them held tightly against his chest.
"Zank you, but we will be leaving now. Zere are many zings for us to do zis sol, and I feel ze need to offer energy to our new sparkling."
Oil Slick curls up against Optimus, smiling at him, "We're having a sparkling already, Optimus. Can you believe it?" It normally took vorns or longer. They were blessed.
He's kissed softly, "My creators will not be surprised, my line normally sparks quickly. Granted, this is much sooner than usual." The bot squeezes his aft, "And a femme, that would be your line showing. It is very rare for mine to get a femme."
Oil Slick shrugs, "Or it could be Blitzwing's?" He turns to their triple-changer, "Does your family normally have femmes?"
Blitzwing shrugs, "My line is not well documented, meine Oil Zlick. My creators were boz mechs."
"Are either of them still-"
"Nein. Zey have boz been offline for some time now. I am quite a bit older zan boz of you, and most of ze family I once had is gone now." He squeezes their afts, "So it is good zat we are starting one togezer. Zey will be ze cutest sparklings ever." He leans in and purrs, "I zink we should focus on filling you wiz a sparkling next, meine Oil Zlick."
He blushes faintly, hiding his face in Blitzwing's chest, "It will be harder since Optimus is with sparkling, though. Sparks exposed to a bot already carrying don't like to for sparklings, so the bot can focus on the one we already have."
Optimus tugs him into a kiss, "I am a blessed bot, Oil Slick. The normal rules are bent for me." He is tugged so he's laying on top of the truckbot, "If we do some things, it is very likely all three of us will carry. I would have to be the co-creator if we do that, but we can do it even if I'm carrying."
"Really?" Oil Slick was not aware of this.
Optimus nods, "Yes. There have been other crystal-framed mechs in my line, in the distant past." He wrinkles his nose a bit, "Hotspark had twenty-seven sparklings with his bondmate before finally deciding to have his sparkling protocols permanently turned off."
"Twenty-seven?"
"Yes." Optimus shakes his head, "They had a very large family."
Blitzwing's spark is hot against them, "Do you zink we will have a family zat large?"
Optimus blushes under him, "Well, maybe. It is also possible that we'll have an even bigger one. It all depends on what we want to do. My papas didn't want to have more sparklings before having me bonded, wanting to make sure that I'd be able to rule the planet with a bot by my side. They are very likely going to start to try for another one soon, since they're also pretty young as well. It only took them about a vorn to have me."
Oil Slick nuzzles into Optimus's chest, his dress rustling softly, "My sister will be ruling Haydon IV, and it took them since having me to get her." His claws drift to Optimus's transformation seams, "I would like a large family."
"As long as I am not carrying sparklings for my entire life, I will be happy to have quite a few with you both," Optimus hums, leaning back to allow more touching.
Blitzwing pets him, "We will be happy to carry zem as well, Optimus. And we will accept transferring as well."
A long-suffering sigh answers them, "Most of the sparklings conceived between us will naturally settle onto my spark. And most of them won't be transferrable because of that."
Oil Slick kisses the truckbot's sparkplates, "Is there a way to make it so that I'm always the one who sparks?"
Optimus shakes his head, "No. I need my protocols down for it to work, and if I put them up, it means were are all not going to get more if you're 'facing me in addition to each other."
Blitzwing walks into the room, and shuts the door, "Zen we will figure somezing out." The mech sets them on the berth, "But it is time to unwrap our Oil Zlick like a present, since ze medic said zat he needed ze chains off."
Oil Slick smiles fondly. He's already starting to fall in love with his bondmates.
The future looks quite bright. And full of chains. Just the way he likes it.
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