Discovering Sexuality

 

Title: Discovering Sexuality

Part: 7

Character: Ironhide and Sam

Fandom: Transformers

Word count: 1,637

AN: Another one down another chapter yet to come. And then a short hiatus while I work out what the fuck I’m doing next. >< *sighs* Enjoy the chapter.

 

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His head was still spinning after so much time, shock and sadness still working their way through his mind.

 

Sam sighed and rubbed at his face before he got up from his bed, feeling his ribs twinge in protest, and left his room as he ruffled his hair. He was staying at the base as everything that had happened in the last week due to Sentinels betrayal was cleaned up.

 

Leaving the temporary apartment building, Sam moved around some large rubble that had at one time been the ceiling of the home he had shared with Will and Epps. Most of the base was damaged but there were enough buildings for everyone to have places to work and sleep. The Autobots were working on fixing themselves even as they planned on sending a few of them up to the moon to bring the Ark down to Earth to hide it away.

 

Sam supposed that the only good thing that had come from the latest battle was that the American Government was finally admitting to everything that they were doing that was connected in any way to the Cybertronian people.

 

The treaty between the Autobots and the American Government had also been reworked and tightened.

 

“At least some good came out of the bad,” Sam snorted. “Yeah, right.” Shaking his head, he headed for the bay that had been turned into Ratchets Medical Bay, wanting to see Ironhide. The black mech had taken a gut shot from Sentinel when he had tried to stop him from taking the pillars, which had taken him out of the following battle.

 

Slipping inside, he paused to make sure that there wasn’t anyone that he didn’t know or wanted to see was around before walking over to where Ironhide was resting in a medical berth.

 

“Samuel, what are you doing up?” Ironhide rumbled, sitting up with a groan of gears.

 

“I couldn’t sleep,” Sam admitted as he padded up a set of stairs, allowing the mech to move him to one large knee that was slightly bent. “My mind keeps turning over everything,” he continued. Ironhide raised an eyebrow ridge, having an idea of what was going on in the young humans mind but he was willing to wait for Sam to talk about it.

 

“Everything?” he prompted, handing over a warm blanket, watching Sam curl up under it.

 

“Meeting you guys, destroying the Allspark, killing Megatron, dating Mikeala, breaking up with her, having sex with first Will and then Sentinel… Then of course there was finding Megatron alive and Sentinel betraying us all,” Sam ticked off, sighing at the end and laying his head onto his knees. Ironhide reached out and used a large digit to stroke over the mussed head. 

 

“Talk to me, Sam. I will tell no one what we speak of now,” he promised, Sam gazing up at him with wide eyes.

 

“It just feels like my entire existence was started just to meet you guys. And in a way, it was,” Sam said, playing with the blanket. “My great-great grandfather found Megatron, came back and made my great-grandma before going insane. Then I buy Bumblebee because he was the scout to find me and the glasses that held the cubes location. From there, things kinda went sideways for me.”

 

“We did not want to drag any innocents into our war,” Ironhide said, Sam smiling in understanding.

 

“I was made a part of this war the moment Archibal Witwicky fell down the hole in the ice, so no worries, ‘Hide,” Sam promised. “I came to terms with that about the time Mikeala dumped me and I graduated high school. It was also probably about the time Megatron was revived, just after the shard was stolen,” he mused, sliding down the big thigh so he could rest against it.

 

“Still, we’re sorry,” Ironhide said, brushing his finger over Sam’s cheek. “Continue.”

 

“After Mission City, everything was feeling settled for a bit of time and good but then…after a while things were feeling off, like they had been for years before,” Sam said, eyes staring at the weld that was still settling on his stomach. “Graduation was close, Mikeala was starting to look elsewhere for what I apparently hadn’t been giving her, and the Decepticons hadn’t done a damn thing in months. When I was offered the position of Cybertronian Earth liaison, it felt as if things were released again. It settled me up until you guys found Sentinel and the Ark.”

 

“Then it started back up again,” Ironhide guessed, Sam nodding his head in agreement.

 

“Yeah, it did,” he said, eyes sad as he curled up tighter, fighting the tears. “Then Sentinel betrayed us all, playing us for fools and playing me for a whore.”

 

“You are not a whore, Samuel, in no way of the term are you one,” Ironhide snapped, forcing Sam to look up at him with surprised eyes. Venting out a bit of air, the large mech debated on telling Sam just what the now dead Prime had been planned for him. “Sentinel didn’t think of you as a whore either, little one. He…”

 

“He what, Ironhide?” Sam asked, his voice wavering, wanting to now what Sentinel had thought of him. His eyebrows drew together as he thought about his memories of the Prime. When he had turned on them, showing his true colors, he had felt used, like a whore.

 

“He wanted to keep you as a…pet, I suppose you can say, Sam,” Ironhide rumbled, curling a hand next to him to lean against. “And not in the human term of the word.” 

 

“He wanted to keep me as his personal…uh, what’s the word, courtesan, as close as the word comes,” Sam breathed. Ironhide took a moment to look up the exact meaning of the words meaning before nodding his head.

 

“Yes, I do think that describes it better then pet does,” he said. Sam nodded and wrapped his arms around his knees, still leaning against the large hand.

 

Sentinel, if he had won, would not have only used the entire human race as slaves, he would have left Earth desolate and Cybertron once more alive and thriving. And apparently, he would have taken him as his personal harem boy. Sentinel would have probably made him forget his past, brain washing him into loving him and making him lose all memories of his friends.

 

“Samuel, are you alright?” Ironhide asked, feeling panicked at the sight of the gathering tears.

 

“I would have lost all of my memories of you guys if he had had his way,” Sam said, looking lost as he gazed up at dark blue optics. “If he had won, Earth would be nothing more then an empty shell, humans would a mere memory outside of a few of us that prove themselves to be useful, and you would all be gone and dead,” he hiccupped as tears started to fall.

 

“Oh, Sam,” Ironhide sighed, brushing a finger over one cheek to wipe them away. “You were so quick to help at the first sign of a fight and we were able to stop him, preventing Earths destruction. You shouldn’t think of what ifs, Sam, they’ll just eat you alive.”

 

“I suppose so,” Sam sighed, once more leaning into Ironhides hand as he thought over the newest information that he had just gotten. But his mind started to wander around a question that had been bugging him under all of his other thoughts. “Hey, ‘Hide…”

 

“Yes?” Ironhide rumbled, optics off as he felt the young human shift.

 

“Do you suppose I’m going to turn into a slut?” Sam asked, startling Ironhide into turning his optics back on.

 

“Why did you ask me that?” he asked, surprised as he gazed down at Sam with widened optics.

 

“Well, I’ve slept with Mikeala, then not even a month after that we break up and I start working on my college degree. While that happens, I sleep with Will and then Sentinel days later,” Sam said lowly, eyes looking up at him.

 

“Sam, you aren’t going to turn into some slut just because you’ve enjoyed sleeping with a few people. Or rather, two humans and the holoform of a Cybertronian,” Ironhide snorted, shaking his head with a frown. “Humans have this innate need to label and limit yourself. Sex is a type of bonding that should be enjoyed, no matter the gender,” he continued.

 

“Yeah,” Sam sighed, closing his eyes and resting his face against his knees, allowing his mind to wander around, just float as he thought of everything and nothing. Ironhide allowed his silence, shutting his optics off once more.

 

Sam could hear the air that flowed through Ironhide’s systems. 

 

The shush-shush of energon pumping through lines that had at one time been close friends, allies and enemies fallen. He could also hear the gears settle and shift near constantly, even when the mech was perfectly still and resting. The noises that he heard was a near constant sound that he associated with all Cybertronians, soothing him in ways that he had never thought possible when he was around his friends. 

 

Opening his eyes, Sam looked up at Ironhide’s resting face, smiling gently. His friend was right. Humans were always so quick to label people and actions. Slut, whore, gay, lesbian, queer, dyke…the list went on and on and on. But there were some that didn’t label, didn’t care.

 

And he had the Autobots to help him when he stumbled into the knowledge that he was Sam, no matter who he slept with or how many he did so. He was young and he had a very long, extremely extended life in front of him. Sighing happily, eh moved into a more comfortable position and fell asleep under the watchful gaze of Ironhide.