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Optimus Prime chased the Decepticons down in vehicle mode. His semi revved, trying to make his way on a rocky path. It nearly popped a tire.
He had to transform at the bottom. He punched the ground to keep from falling forward.
Looking up, Optimus made a shocked noise. The recolor to Rumble, Frenzy, was actually out as a bot.
Lounging on a boulder big enough for him to sit, Frenzy kicked his pedes through the lake. He returned a look, smiling with a glint in his visor. “I was waitin’ for you,” he admitted.
“Really?” Optimus wondered, slowly walking towards Frenzy. He imagined in a few steps, they’d be much closer.
“Yeah. I sure was.” Lying back along the rock, Frenzy let his legs open. Opening his panels, Frenzy stroked his thighs upward slowly. “I think I needed you to see me do this…”
Fighting the urge to run away, or even jump Frenzy, Optimus watched Frenzy suck his fingers sloppily. “Is this some sort of Decepticon trick?”
“What, you want me use my sonic waves on my valve?” Frenzy smirked, pulling his slick fingers out of his intake with a lewd “pop”. He tilted his helm, lowering his fingers. “Thought I was ‘the one with mallet servos’, didn’t ya?”
“No! I would never get you two confused.” Optimus said it too quickly. “I studied you, and your fellow Cassetticons. I didn’t want to be rude.”
Cackling, Frenzy grinned at Optimus. “Who cares? It is pretty funny.”
Frenzy dipped his fingers inside his valve, cooing when he was able to take three at once. “You wouldn’t believe how far I can stretch. Another difference between me, and old Rumble, is I’m the valve mech.”
“That is interesting.” Optimus flushed under his faceplate. Optics stuck on Frenzy’s needy fingering, he watched the small bot digging his other digits inside, pulling open the valve to gap for him. “Wanna see, before you use me good?”
Optimus leaned forward, falling into the water. He grunted, feeling soaked with something.
“Prime!” Ironhide sat Optimus up. Right out of the water in the early Earth morning. “You were driving in your recharge! It’s a miracle Teletraan I noticed!”
“I couldn’t have been. Then, my dream was… partly true?” Optimus asked himself, staring at the empty boulder.
“Those Decepticreeps are targeting you with some sort of dream device. I’m sure of it. You wouldn’t be willingly looking for them, otherwise.” Ironhide patted off the mud from Optimus’ front. It wasn’t perfect, but it looked presentable. “That’s better. More worthy of a Prime.”
“If you insist. I’m just concerned that I’m not the only one affected.” Optimus dropped down into semi mode. “Alright, Ironhide, let’s roll out.”
Ironhide glared at the lake. “Isn’t this the place you fought with those Cassetticons?” He laughed, “You really showed it to ‘em.”
Meanwhile, Frenzy struggled in the dream machine. The helmet kept slipping from his insistence to be let out. “Knock it off! I already showed Prime a dream!”
“He seems to have taken the bait, dear Frenzy. I can’t help but think he should come even further to us a second time,” Megatron spoke his conjecture, waving his arm with a smirk. He didn’t care that Frenzy looked somewhat nervous. “Keep doing what you’re doing, or you won’t see Soundwave again.”
“Right. That’s why I’m nervous.” Frenzy hated his feelings for Optimus. It was probably par for the course to get a crush on the Autobot leader. With a gentle voice, and easygoing humor, Frenzy wanted to listen to that a lot more than-
“Flip the switch, Starscream!” Megatron demanded.
Frenzy shook on the wall, until he realized it didn’t work when he wasn’t tired. He snickered, until Starscream glared at him.
Putting the switch back, Starscream sounded smug, “Guess you’ll just be hanging around, until then.”
Optimus thought the other Autobots might be targeted, so he had Wheeljack come up with a band device to strap on their helms. “I’m sorry this is short notice. I just worry it’ll happen again.”
“I didn’t dream anything weird.” Wheeljack glanced back at Ratchet swinging a piece of metal hard towards the table to try to bend it without any other tools. “Nothing that I don’t already do.”
“Yes… thank you for your input,” Optimus replied awkwardly. He wasn’t sure he needed that image in his mind.
Ratchet looked up suddenly, feeling like he was being talked about, “What’s the matter?”
“Any odd dreams?” Optimus wondered carefully. He hoped the response wouldn’t be too much.
“I don’t really go through that. My processor isn’t as interesting, I guess.” Ratchet cracked the metal in half on his next stroke down. “Why you-!”
“Charming, ain’t he?” Wheeljack laughed, going back to fixing a band together at his table.
The night they wanted to go find the Decepticon hideout, Optimus had to figure out the hard way that he was specifically being targeted. It made him go first, and without close backup.
Frenzy was shocked to find Optimus barreling ahead. “What are you doin’ here?” He demanded, flushing when they were locked together in the spacious room.
“I couldn’t let my fellow Autobots become targets! I had to find out how to destroy the machine!” Optimus saw the lever clicking down the path automatically. “What is that?”
Frenzy yawned, shaking his helm. “Just, uh, don’t get mad at me, okay?”
They were back in the dream world. Frenzy’s desires mixed with Optimus’. His optics looked down to find he was in stasis cuffs, with both wrists fitting in one cuff. “Oh boy, this one.”
Optimus moved forward, picking up the other side of the cuff around his wrist. “Frenzy, what do you mean? What do you think I’m going to do to you?”
“It’s what I want you to do to me, is the problem.” Frenzy’s frame shook, unable to use his powers. He was helpless to a giant. “I teased you so much in this dream, that you threw me down, and did things to me.”
“That isn’t what I’m supposed to be doing.” The brig locked behind them, proving that Frenzy didn’t subconsciously care.
“I won’t tell no bot,” Frenzy whispered, his flush visible. His body arched against Optimus’ arm, with his legs spreading. “If we can only be together here, then whatever, right?”
Yes, ‘whatever’.
Frenzy rested on Optimus’ other palm, optics glitching. His valve was stretched past capacity on the large fingers, but he didn’t care. “Just use your spike. I’ve always wondered what it felt like.” At least, since the first time he imagined it.
Optimus pressurized, earning a groan from Frenzy. He could feel the hot metal from where he was. “Lower me down. I can take it.”
If he took every inch, it would logically slip out the other side, inner workings completely destroyed. Maybe he would still think it was worth it, despite not generally used to having a death wish.
Optimus removed his fingers, putting them around Frenzy. “Alright, just be careful.” He was as selfish as Frenzy was. His spike beaded with arousal.
“Yeah, sure.” Frenzy grabbed Optimus’ wrist the best he could in the cuffs. “I’ll just take my time here…”
Optimus groaned, his spikehead popping into the tightest heat possible in a valve. “I’m trying to hold back. Let you sit down,” he said through gritted denta.
“Frag, I think I broke my hip joints.” Frenzy felt Optimus help him down further. His body twitched naturally, every inner node rubbed at the exact same time.
Optimus watched as he bounced Frenzy over his spike. “Simply wonderful. I had no idea how pliant you were.”
“I’m gonna blow!” Frenzy’s small spike spurted a stream. It hit down against Optimus’ chassis, which made him giggle.
“Very mature.” Optimus pushed a little harder, watching the spike push the armor out until it groaned in protest. “How far have you gotten inside yourself?”
“I turn into a cassette to stay in a chest plate, Prime. I don’t exactly have time to measure.” Frenzy cried out, engines revving to vibrate through the spike. “Not fair,” he drooled, tears beading his optics. “Not fair at all!”
“I can’t lose this chance. You have to be completely satisfied.” Optimus finally came inside Frenzy. He felt along the spreading warmth of his seed filling the Cassetticon. “How horrible of a bot am I to want you to have my sparklings?”
“That’d destroy my great body,” Frenzy argued, before he was slid off the spike. He felt full of transfluid, whining when he was put on Optimus’ freed faceplate. “You’re really gonna do that?”
Optimus swirled his glossa around the sticky hole, making Frenzy cum again. Then again, once he worried the folds between his denta. “You’re a complete mess, and I need to have you this way.”
“You don’t want me. Not really. I’m a Decepticon, and you’re an Autobot. Sort of a problem there.” Frenzy was scooted so he could kiss the mess on Optimus’ glossa. “Weird that I can taste that.”
Optimus pet along Frenzy’s frame, taking in the shivers. “We’ll find a way. There has to be something we can do.”
“Soundwave won’t allow me to just ditch,” Frenzy admitted. He was sick of being treated like dirt. Even Starscream had better things to do, and Megatron hated the mech.
Optimus stood with Frenzy like that, rocking him slightly. He wasn’t sure how else to comfort his dream lover.
“We’ve almost broken in!” Ironhide crowed, worried what was happening to Optimus inside the locked warehouse room. “Come on, Brawn. Do your thing.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make this door a swinging one!” Brawn slammed his helm into the metal, opening up the room for them to go through.
His jaw hung open, unable to process what he was seeing. “Maybe we really are in a dream.”
The other bots hung back, not sure how to continue with their leader in the state he was in.