Trapped

More mech smut... :)... Horny parasite in Prowl's body and an intoxicated Prime...
Enjoy...

//parasite speak/thoughts//
'Prowl's thoughts'


Prowl lifted his hand to alert Prime to his presence. He heard footsteps.

//Someone’s coming... Mustn’t be caught... Not enough time...//

Prowl crept silently away from the door and hid himself in the shadows of the bulkhead. Prime’s quarters were still in view. He watched closely as the footsteps drew closer. His optics widened as Ironhide came striding around the corner, his face dejected, his stance slumped and fatigued. He stopped at Prime’s quarters and buzzed the door. Prowl watched with growing curiosity as Ironhide was invited inside, the door locking behind him.

‘Interesting.’ He thought, temporarily distracted.

//Control room, security monitors.// He disappeared into the dark corridor.

****

Bluestreak glanced up at him as he entered the control deck. “Sir!” He choked down an energon cube and removed his feet from the console, standing in a rush. “I didn’t know you were on duty tonight...”

Prowl raised his brow, disinterested in Bluestreak’s flagrant disregard of his duties.
‘Hmmm... Need to clamp down on that...’ Prowl thought to himself absently relieved that the commanding urges had somewhat subsided. Whatever was in control of him clearly had its sights set on Prime.

“You are dismissed Bluestreak.” He stated blandly, waving a hand dismissively, his attentions diverted to the security monitors.
“Really...? O...k... Thank you Sir.” Bluestreak was confused, Prowl didn’t seem himself. “Prowl?” The tactician barely looked at him. “Are you alright?”
“Mmmm... looking for Bumblebee... can’t recharge.”
“I understand.” The Blue mech smiled and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

‘No...’ Prowl thought in defeat.
//Grab him...//
‘No!’ He fought the impulse as hard as he could to no avail.
//Must GRAB HIM!//

Bluestreak removed his hand at the lack of response; he’d half expected it anyway. He turned to leave. Prowl suddenly grasped his wrist, he jumped startled and turned back. Prowl was staring at him intently.

“Prowl?”

//Now... must increase... numbers.... NOW!//

Prowl cursed himself inwardly as he grabbed Bluestreak’s helm, much to the younger mech’s astonishment.

‘Oh not again!’

Bluestreak tried to pull away, but Prowl held him fast. Before he could comprehend what was happening. He found Prowl’s mouth locked to his own, he moaned in surprise as he felt his glossa probing his. It felt... felt... good. Bluestreak stopped resisting and much to Prowl’s horror grabbed his helm and reciprocated the kiss.

Prowl groaned, with reluctant enjoyment, he couldn’t deny that this felt... pleasant. He winced as something sharp shot through his sensor net. He gagged violently as something pushed its way into his throat. Bluestreak had no chance to pull away, Prowl gripped his head tighter their mouths locked as the small parasite forced its way into Bluestreak’s mouth, his throat. The mech bucked viciously, desperate to get away, retching sounds gargled across his vocal processor. He shuttered his optics as he lurched instinctively.

Prowl watched through his own optics with dismay as he released Bluestreak letting him slump to the floor. He walked away calmly and stared at the monitors recording the corridor where Prime’s quarters were located. He could hear Bluestreak off loading violently onto the floor. Retching painfully.

He watched intrigued as Ironhide left Prime’s quarters. He knew what Optimus’s schedule was for that day; he planned to be close at hand. He turned back towards the weakened, confused Bluestreak who peered up at him.

“You will need to clean this up.” He stated coldly, leaving him on the floor he left the room. Bluestreak clutched his helm in both hands and whimpered faintly.

****

Prowl managed to find Prime in the rec. Room. The atmosphere was quiet, tense. They still hadn’t found Bumblebee. He watched his movements closely. He eyed the cube of energon that he’d placed down on the table. Ratchet called him over. Prowl took his chance. Standing close to the table he lifted a small node on his forearm and injected a liquid substance into the cube. He stepped back as Prime approached. Acknowledging each other politely as Prime took a sip of energon.

“Is everything all right Sir?”

‘No of course it isn’t. You need to lock me up, get Ratchet to stasis lock me... anything!’ Prowl screamed at his leader, but nobody could hear him.

Optimus sighed. “It appears we may have another outbreak of whatever is affecting Bumblebee. Apparently the twins have been near uncontainable and now Mirage was found publicly interfacing with Blaster in the hall outside the med bay, even though I have been told that Mirage was invisible at the time, that's how Blaster said he took advantage. Both have been confined to the med bay for scans. Ratchet thinks they’re infected, although their symptoms are less pronounced than when I or Bumblebee were infected.

“How can he be certain?” Prowl asked cautiously.
“He can’t, he’s running scans on them. The med bay is to be quarantined until further notice.” Prowl nodded his acknowledgement as Optimus finished his cube.

Optimus felt warm. Were his internal gauges off? He headed towards the exit ignoring the quiet chatter around him. He stumbled into a chair and had to steady himself against the bulkhead. Frowning he composed himself and made for the exit once again. This time it hit him hard. Full blown nausea and dizziness raced through his circuitry. He fell to one knee with a gasp.
Prowl was by his side, helping him to his feet. Ratchet joined him. “What’s wrong Optimus?”

“I... I’m not sure... I feel dizzy...”

“You’re overworked, have you recharged since Bumblebee went missing?”
“Yes but...oohh...” He shuttered his optics to steady himself. “I’m... alright... reaally... Ratchet I’m fine.” He smiled broadly patting his medic on the shoulder.

“He’s slurring his words.”
“I had noticed.” Prowl stated. “Maybe there is contamination in our energon, rather than the parasite that’s causing all this strange behaviour?”
Ratchet picked up Prime’s discarded cube. “I’m picking up something, I’ll have to take it back to the lab.”

‘Yes! Then trace it back to me, lock me up Ratchet... Don’t listen... it is the parasite!’

Optimus swayed as he walked away from Prowl, Ironhide was frowning as he approached. “You should get some rest.” He stated gruffly. Optimus frowned and pointed shakily. “I am Prime here... Ir’n... hide...” He gulped and blinked as his mouth struggled to form words. “Just be...coz... you shared my... berth once.... Doesn’t give you the right....” He slurred loudly, Ironhide spat out his energon across the floor in shock at the frank admittance. All optics were on him. He squirmed, embarrassed as Optimus continued... “Always... want to be... in charge don’t you?”

“Please... for the love of Primus... stop talking...” The weapons specialist hissed, his head ducked away from the gaze of all the other mechs in the room. Wheeljack could barely contain himself in the corner, staying wisely out of the way.

“There you go... again... always telling me... ME!” Optimus swung his arms around ungainly, almost losing his balance. “What to do... even when... you’re being... intimate...” Ironhide squeezed his optics tightly shut, his hand covering his face.

Prowl grabbed Optimus’s arm firmly. “We need to get you back to your quarters Sir... please...” Optimus leaned on him heavily. “Prowl.... I can alwaysss... rely on you...” He smiled widely before attempting to embrace the smaller mech. Prowl ducked from his grasp and slowly led him from the room. They passed Ratchet who was staring at him incredulously. “He’s intoxicated.” He spoke to Prowl. “Keep him in his quarters until he recovers. I’ll find out who spiked the energon.”

Optimus poked Ratchet in the chest sharply.
“Hey!” Ratchet frowned, Optimus blinked at him and leaned in wobbling a little as he leaned on his much smaller tactician.

“Ratchet...” He slurred loudly. “You’re a pretty... colour...” He grinned and giggled softly much to Ratchet’s shock. “Get him out of here now...” He hissed as the other ‘bots fell about laughing.

Prowl gradually led a stumbling and unfocused Prime down the corridor, shouts and hollers from the rec room followed them.

“You’ve been holding out on us Hide!”
“Yeah... come on... no need to be shy...” The room erupted into laughter, before the faint recognisable whir of Ironhide’s cannons could be heard.
“Awww... come now Hide, we’re only playing.” Wheeljack chuckled.
“No... seriously Ironhide, put those away... Hide!”
Prowl heard the faint crash of metal against bulkhead in the distance.

‘Great... now that’s another mess I’ve got to clean up...I hope you’re happy!’ He yelled internally at the foreign invader.

//Must interface... continue life...//
‘That’s all you ever think about isn’t it? I will find a way to stop you... even if I have to offline myself!’
//Not logical, will not permit...//
‘Go frag yourself.’ Prowl swore silently to the parasite controlling his mind. He was already dreading reaching Prime’s quarters. He needed to find a way out of this. A way to get to Ratchet... He would know what to do. He would know how to remove the infection. They reached the quarters. Prowl resisted, pulled back, tried not to go in. The desires, the intensity of the urges were too strong. The parasites were winning.
Prowl hated himself at this very moment. His only hope was for someone to stop him. Soon.

****

He laid Prime down as best he could on the berth and sat beside him. Optimus’s optics were unfocused, darting, he groaned and placed his hand over his optics.

‘This can’t happen like this… He’s in no fit state…. The neurotoxin is going to hit his sensor net any moment… stop this…’
//Must proceed… no choice. Interface will counteract neurotoxin effects.//

Prowl had no argument there, the logic of his manipulated battle computer and processors was impeccable as always. He was once again a spectator in something he very much did not want to see. His capacitor stalled briefly as he allowed his anxiety and doubt to flood his sensor net. This confused him, for that one brief second he had control.

‘That’s it! Emotions, I can overwhelm it just long enough to regain control to at least speak to someone.’ Prowl thought fast, how to elicit an emotional response? He looked down at his leader who was now letting his hand trail over his chest plates. Prowl shuddered at the light, unexpected touch. His optics widened in realisation.
‘What greater emotional response it there?’ He asked himself, knowing full well what he had to do next. ‘Oh Primus…’

Optimus propped himself up jerkily on his elbows and frowned at Prowl. He smirked slightly, an expression that brightened his features considerably. Prowl watched him carefully, unsure of his next move. Optimus clutched the side of Prowl’s helm and ran his thumb fondly across his face plates. He leaned closer still very much under the influence. Prowl subconsciously leaned into the touch, shuttering his optics.

‘What was that?’ He was now very much confused, not a position he was accustomed to being in. To be fair neither was sitting face to face with his Prime on his berth.
Optimus’s face was mere inches from his own. He smiled warmly, blinking his optics slowly.

“You have the most…” He gulped. “The loveliest optics…” He chuckled deeply. Prowl found himself responding. “They are the same colour as yours…”
“Well I know that!” Optimus drew back amused and laughed. “Doesn’t hurt to be… compli… mented…” He swayed a little before holding Prowl’s gaze.

“Prowl… I am… going to… to… oh to slag with it….” He grabbed Prowl’s helm tightly and pressed his mouth against him. Despite his very relaxed inhibitions, Optimus was firm, but gentle and almost shy as he let his glossa flick playfully over Prowl’s labia plating. Prowl couldn’t think straight. Was this the parasite, was it him? Wait Optimus kissed him first! His air intakes increased exponentially as Optimus deepened the kiss, his glossa exploring the depths of his mouth. Prowl caught himself in a moan.

‘What are you doing? You can’t be enjoying this? It’s not even you. Oh Optimus if only you knew what you were doing…’ He groaned internally again as he felt the parasite assert itself and take control.

Prowl returned the favour by letting his hands slide up Optimus’s back and gently fondle his exposed wires in his neck. Optimus mewed softly and parted from the kiss dropping his helm down to press his mouth against Prowl’s neck. Prowl’s engine revved at the sensation. His glossa flicked and toyed with the wiring in his neck.

//Taking too long…//

Prowl became more forceful with his probing allowing his fingers to dig deeper into Optimus’s neck, stroking the sensory node he found there.

“Uuunnngghh…” Optimus growled deeply, the sound sending vibrations through Prowl’s entire chassis, stimulating his excited sensor net.

‘Ear finials…’ Prowl mused absently, strangely finding himself caught up in the strong embrace of his leader, all trace of anxiety gone from his system. If his battle computer had been functioning properly, it would have undoubtedly crashed. Prowl found this oddly exhilarating and proceeded to stroke the ear finials either side of Optimus’s head.

“Aaahh….” Optimus arched his head back, his mouth parted in a lustful groan. Prowl was astonished as to how arousing he found the image of his Prime flinging his head back, his face a picture of pleasure at his touch. He pressed firmly onto the ear finial causing Optimus to make a strange digitised noise of static.

He gasped as Prowl fondled his very sensitive finials, his engine revved hard and his sensor net tingled with building energy. He on lined his optics to stare at his tactician whose mouth was curled in a satisfied smirk of desire and arousal. Part of his CPU was fully cognizant in what was happening but did nothing to prevent it, Prowl was alluring and oh Primus that was good.

Optimus arched his back as Prowl leaned into him burying his face into his neck, his glossa teasing its way under his armour. Heat was building, burning through his armour plating. Wait, the burning was increasing.

“Argghh...!” Optimus cried out sharply as pain hit him hard. The neurotoxin finally hitting his sensor net. His body locked and twitched as it took hold sending pain signals all across his body. He gripped Prowl tightly as he tried to draw back.
Prowl glared at him intently, his mouth close to Optimus’s audios.

//“I can help you… Stop the pain…”// He bit into his neck cabling to emphasise his point. Optimus cried out the pain making every part of him incredibly sensitive to the touch.
“Yes… please…” He gasped his voice needy. Growling he grabbed Prowl’s waist tightly and lifted the slight mech onto him.
Prowl found himself straddling Optimus’s legs as Optimus lay back on the berth, his body still shuddering in response to the pain signals. Prowl had to work fast.

‘The energon has increased the potency of the neurotoxin… this could kill him… we need to stop...!’
//No…//

Prowl could only watch as his fingers delved under Prime’s armour, stroking his protoform beneath, relishing the cool metal beneath his fingers. He bent over him and followed his fingers with his glossa. Optimus panted at the touch. Squirming as his body didn’t know whether to react to the pleasure or the pain. Prowl grinned slightly as he slid lower down the large frame. He caressed the grill across Optimus’s front, causing the truck’s engine to rev sharply. His hands moved ever lower, until they could dig into his pelvic plating, he found the sensory nodes and pressed hard.

“Ooohh Prowl…!” Optimus cried out his hands digging into the side of the berth. Prowl felt his arousal rapidly increase at hearing the sound of his name being called out by that rich voice.
He was enjoying this.
‘Oh… if only this was some other time…’ He mused faintly amidst the pinging signals of his very ready interface module.

//Not yet… not ready…//

Prowl’s fingers were wreaking havoc with Optimus’s sensor net. It was working; the pain was subsiding only to be replaced by the intensity of his second in command’s eager, expert touches. He bucked and writhed beneath the black and white mech, moaning freely. His cooling fans had long since kicked in. He was dizzy with desire. Prowl was gentle, persistent and knew all the right spots.
Optimus uttered a long, low groan of unbridled desire and arousal as Prowl hit another sensor node close to his interface port. He felt his interface hatch click from its position, his capacitor stalled as Prowl used his fingers to stimulate his interface port, toying with his sealing collar. He ground his dentals together air intakes coming in short sharp bursts.

He could take it no more. Now more in control of his faculties as the neurotoxin wore off. He drew his legs up sharply, bucking Prowl towards him with a yelp of surprise.

“Tease…” Optimus snarled his voice low, filled with want. Prowl growled as Optimus ran his fingers across and under Prowl’s smooth frame, he pulled at wires and sensory nodes causing Prowl to quiver with delight as he arched his back.

‘Yes… it’s… working…’ Prowl thought, too caught up in the moment to realise how much more aware of his actions Optimus had become.

Optimus smirked at the sight of his tactician groaning to the ceiling his optics shuttered. He removed the interface hatch with ease. Right now he didn’t care how this had come about, or what the consequences would be. He wanted to hear Prowl scream his name in overload.

Prowl found himself flung onto the berth. He stared up at his imposing leader leaning over him, sharp bursts of energy and pleasure shot through his cortex as Optimus’s fingers probed his interface port before grabbing his audibly pinging module.
Prowl held Optimus’s gaze, his leader was in control now and he wanted this.

‘No… I need to warn him…. Oh Primus…’

Prowl cried out as Optimus thrust his ready module into Prowl’s interface port. The data stream pulsed so hard that Prowl practically bounced on the berth. Optimus was no longer being gentle, pressing his large chassis onto Prowl they moaned as another hard pulse of Optimus’s data stream shot through him. Crackling energy shivered across his cortex.
Optimus squeezed Prowl’s module almost painfully. The tactician winced and groaned his vocal processor cutting off with a squeak. He bucked violently as Optimus connected his module. Prowl’s data stream pulsed steadily, his rhythm irregular, broken. Optimus growled as he tried to match the swiftly pulsing data stream.

“Uuunnngghh… Optii.. muus.ss…. Ooohh… “ Prowl heard himself shriek loudly as Optimus’s data stream throbbed harder into him, their bodies over clocked and their cooling fans whirring at top speed. Prowl wrapped his legs around Prime’s waist pulling him closer. His data stream was relentless. Prowl gripped the armour on Optimus’s back hard enough to dent.

He could only hear static and his optics were unable to focus.

“AahhaAAAHHH!!” Prowl screamed, his vocal processor cracking as he felt his overload rushing through him like a blaze. His cries continued as Optimus’s data stream continued to pulse through him steadily. Optimus panted his mouth close to Prowl’s audio. He pushed himself up to face him as the force of his data stream hardened. He gripped Prowl’s wrists pinning them to the berth above his head as he overloaded into him hard.

Cool energon bursting into his port. Prowl’s shrieks of a second overload were drowned out by Optimus’s deep roar. His back arching painfully, his body locking at the intensity of his overload. He collapsed, careful to fall onto his side as to not crush the mech beneath him.

They were too exhausted to disconnect. Prowl knew the parasite had gotten what it wanted, he knew Optimus was now infected. He felt shame wash over him; he’d done nothing to stop it, he’d relished it, enjoyed it and it had been all him... Wait… his battle computer was… off line…

“Opti… mus…” Prowl managed to whisper hoarsely. Optimus opened his optics and traced a finger along his cheek forcing him to turn to look at him.
Smiling he spoke. “Prowl… you’re aware… I could throw you… in the brig… for taking advantage of a mech… under the influence…?” Prowl couldn’t help but chuckle at his words.

“Optimus… I need help…”
“You did… just fine… without any…” Prime murmured his frame rumbling in a deep chuckle. His optics shuttered.

“No… Sir… you don’t understand… I am infected… the parasite has invaded my battle computer… Optimus?”

Prowl lifted his head slightly to look at the peacefully recharging Prime. He sighed and sank back onto the berth.

//Must continue… next logical choice… Autobot medic… most contact with others… trying to stop us… must remove from equation.//

‘Oh… slag…’ Was Prowl’s last thought as he slipped into involuntarily recharge.