Primal Matter

**Primal Matter ***


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“Your word that my mechs’ location will not be revealed.” Even considering the position that he was currently in, Optimus wasn’t about to give in easily – or at least without ensuring his mechs’ safety.

Soundwave studied his captive. He should give him to Megatron untouched, but….. But he’d always wanted this moment. This moment of pure and total domination over a leader! Granted, he’d fantasized that leader being Megatron himself – but Optimus would be a satisfactory compromise for the quiet mech. “Revelation negated: for interface completion.”

Leveling his optics at the bigger mech, Optimus didn’t show the slightest bit of fear. It didn’t matter he was the mech’s captive right now. A Prime felt no fear, showed no anxiety. “If I learn that you went back on your word Decepticon,” his voice was low, threatening. He’d have no hesitation in destroying Soundwave’s little perfect world. A mere mention of the mech’s interface technique at just the right time during one of his notorious fights with Megatron – let’s just say that Megatron would forget about Prime and go off-line one of his own. It was well-known that the tyrant controlled everything in the con ranks, down to whom and when they were allowed to interface.

“Agreement: Understood,” Soundwave nodded. More tentacles flicked out, wrapping around his prize. A prize well-earned…. A prize no one but him would ever have knowledge of.

The agreement now made, Optimus forced himself to relax in the larger mech’s embrace. Tentacles surrounded his arms, his legs, the larger mech forcing him down against the grid beneath them. Other tentacles danced along his chassis, easily slipping under his armor, caressing sensitive circuitry beneath. “Soundwave….”

Bending down, the large communication’s Officer took his lip components. Pressing against his helpless partner, he forced his lips open with the sheer power of his weight. His glossa slipped through, flicking along the strangely perfect dentals, so unlike the jagged dentals of Decepticons. The taste was sweet, like the sweetest grade of energon… His engine revved, excitement filling him. The top Autobot – beneath him… His chassis now his to command!

Pushing his nerves aside, Prime resigned himself to the pairing. After all, he had agreed to the deal. He was a Prime - his word was his life. Swallowing his pride, he suckled a little on Soundwave’s glossa. His own sliding along, his lips pressed so hard they felt bruised already. He felt a tentacle slide along the latches of his port. Tensing, he heard them unclip, his meta racing in a swirl of conflicting emotions.

Spreading the mech’s legs a little further apart, Soundwave continued to command his mouth as he explored his powerful chassis with his sensitive data tentacles. Flipping the port access panel open, his sensitive tentacles lightly traced the slit in the rubber. A tremble hit the mech beneath him. Soundwave felt him begin to fight against his hold.

‘/Agreement procured: modification denied,/’ the telepath whispered within Optimus’s meta.

Struggling with his natural inclination to avoid mech-on-mech interface, Optimus went still again, though every linkage was so tight that he could’ve been a solid unit of steel. ‘/Modification not necessary, I understand what I agreed to/’ he comlinked back. A tentacle probed at his entrance, he couldn’t help but jerk again.

Pulling from his lips, Soundwave looked down upon him. His meta probed through the shared data cable, flickering along the firewalls until he glimpsed the reason behind the tension. “Submission: not agreeable,” he stated. Granted, that was the deal and he wasn’t going to stop. It didn’t matter if Optimus hated his servos, which was probably the case anyways. A deal between mechs was a deal. And he was going to get what he’d been promised.

“No, it’s not exactly that.” Optimus wiggled underneath him, his breath coming in gasps as the tentacle probed his port entrance. He’d never experienced this feeling before. Being the biggest mech in the Autobot camp, he’d always been the dominant.

Cocking his helm, the quiet mech studied his reactions for a moment as he slid one of his cables just a little way inside the port. The port was still dry, indicating that he wasn’t aroused. This made it a difficult situation since inserting his transfer into an unaroused mech would not be pleasurable for either one of them. He wiggled his tentacle, causing the mech to arch his head back as he gasp. “Attraction: Unattainable?” he queried. It wouldn’t be the first time one of his ‘partners’ had not wanted him. Granted, those times he’d just simply taken what he’d wanted as ordered. This time though, this time it was disappointing. He’d wanted some equal engagement. It would make for better memory files to access and review at a later date.

Not fighting the tentacles as they forced his legs wider, Optimus met Soundwave’s optics. He might as well come clean. The mech would know once they both dropped their firewalls anyways. “I’ve never been the submissive,” he admitted.

Soundwave’s tentacle pulled out at the admission. This was not something he’d anticipated with a mech Prime’s age. Had the mech actually been completely inactive with other mechs? “Mech interface: avoided?”

“Yes, I prefer femmes to the point of avoiding mechs.” Optimus studied Soundwave’s reaction to the news. Surely he had suspected this would be the case. A spy as intelligent as this one would have come across data of who’d he been with and who he hadn’t.

So, it was true then. The suspicions of the Decepticons were now vindicated. The Autobot leader had never been with a mech. Soundwave’s engine purred a deep vibration, for once, he would have something that the Fallen and Megatron never would, never could. He would take Optimus’s purity from him. “Technique: slow until acceptance,” he promised.

Well, if any Decepticon was going to take this from him – at least he’d agreed to the one mech who’d try and make it good. “Thankyou,” he whispered as he closed his optic shutters for a moment.

Shifting, Soundwave leaned down and nibbled on Prime’s exposed neck linkages while his tentacle began to swirl around the port entrance again. Other tentacles rubbed along trapped arms and legs, finding wires to caress. “Relaxation: necessary,” he advised.

“I’m….mmmmmm.. trying,” Optimus moaned. He shivered under the large mech. Pleasurable sensations washing over him, trying to drown out his feelings of being trapped, helpless and the slightest of apprehension over the impending penetration.

Prime was reacting so much differently than any of his other partners, it excited Soundwave. Most would be either pleading for mercy – or demanding that he hurry up and get it over with. Prime no, Prime was a delicious mech. Busying himself with nibbling on each and every neck cable he could access, Soundwave brought one of his cables up to the mech’s mouth.

He didn’t fight the tentacle as it slipped past his lips. Understanding what was expected, he sucked as hard as he could on the thin member. It pumped in and out of his mouth and throat for a moment before being replaced by another. Moaning as his neck was assaulted from both the inside and out, Optimus felt his legs being spread yet further.

Using the tentacle that Optimus had wetted with his mouth, Soundwave slid the slick tip inside the tight port. He flicked it around, wetting the interior with the mech’s own saliva.

His optics felt like they were going to roll up inside his helm. Unconsciously, Optimus bit down on the tentacle in his mouth as his port was stretched by the other one. He felt it work in and out of his entrance, his saliva making its penetration more pleasurable than painful. He felt his port begin to respond despite his anxiety. And the tentacle worked a little deeper.

Moaning against the one he sucked, he worked his glossa along the length. Soon, it was pulled from his mouth, only to be replaced by another. His digits balled up into fists as he felt where the slickened tentacle had gone… It danced around his port entrance as the first one slowly thrust in and out of him.

“Preparation: commencing,” Soundwave purred. He nipped at Optimus’s head lights, still holding him down, helpless and open to him. The mech was getting hotter beneath him. Core temperature levels approaching those of arousal…. Leaving the initial tentacle deep within the tight port, he began to slowly work the second in beside it. He had to slowly stretch the port so that when he inserted his transfer – he would not tear it.

Optimus’s optics flew wide open as the second tentacle worked itself within him. It was painful; it was wonderful – all at once. He didn’t know if he’d order the mech to continue or stop – if he could talk that is. Right now, he was sucking hard on yet another tentacle; he assumed getting it ready for his port.

The mech tensed under him as he added the second. His already tight port clenching around his tentacles…. Soundwave could only imagine how incredible it would feel to his transfer. Yet, he was patient, incredibly patient. And all good things would come in time to those who properly prepare. That was the mistake so many other Decepticons made – they had no patience. That was what set him apart from them. He waited, learned, commanded from space above… Going back to nibbling on the Prime’s chest armor, he hid his smile as he finally worked his second cable all the way within him. His thoughts returning to his current endeavor…

He mewed as the pain flashed through him. Then the tentacles stopped their motion, filling him, stretching him… His leg units shook ever so slightly as his nets assimilated the strange data of pleasure and pain.

“Movement: your control,” Soundwave purred. Keeping his tentacles still, he waited for Optimus to begin to respond.

Slowly, Prime began to move his hip servos. Arching up against Soundwave, he felt the pressure lesson in his port, then he relaxed and the pressure increased. Hesitantly at first, he began to buck slightly under the bigger mech, imitating how femmes had bucked under him. His aft port became slicker, fluid covering the tentacles that slid in-and-out with each movement. Flowing along them… Beginning to drip on the grid beneath them…

Soundwave nodded his approval. Optimus’s port loosened more and more as he worked himself on the tentacles. Sliding the tentacle from Prime’s mouth, Soundwave positioned it half way down the length of the others that were slagging Optimus.

“I… can’t…” the admission escaped the fearless mech’s throat in a strangled gasp as he felt his port try to stretch to accept the third tentacle.

“Stretch: unavoidable,” Soundwave encouraged. His other tentacles loosened from around Prime’s legs. “Port compatibility: affirmative.”

“Ok.. I’ll .. try..” His movement a little freer, Optimus slowly pressed his hips against the tentacles. Biting his lower lip component as the third tentacle spread him… Invaded him… Impaled him… He stopped as he felt the other two fully inside him.

Optimus had gotten the tentacle in halfway, so Soundwave finished the process for him. As the mech went still, he pressed the rest of the third cable’s length within him. “Preparation: 75% complete,” he reported.

Seventy five percent? That meant he’d have to fit a fourth tentacle inside! Optimus didn’t know if that was possible. He hurt now. But he couldn’t stop. He’d agreed to the deal. He sucked hard on the fourth cable, trying to put enough saliva on it.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Soundwave pumped the trio of tentacles in and out of the tight port. Lubricant began to drip freely again from them as his partner slowly relaxed and accepted the penetration. “Expansion level: Acceptable.”

Optimus grabbed at the tentacle with his dentals as Soundwave retracted it. He wasn’t ready! Wasn’t ready to handle four! But he couldn’t stop the mech… Groaning in frustration, he laid back in submission. “Be easy…” he whispered.

Sitting on bent leg units between Optimus’s legs, Soundwave continued to hold his arms down against the grid while he spread his legs further with other tentacles. “Preparation: imminent,” he informed him.

Steeling himself for the burn, Optimus looked down at the thickening bundle of tentacles poised to enter him. “Do it.”

Carefully, Soundwave commanded his tentacles to twist themselves into a bundle. He slid the pointed end into the dripping slit. Slowly he slid them forward, watching in fascination as the tight port stretched around the bundle. He felt Prime tighten, the ridge within his port, not allowing the thick mass to pass. Reaching out with his hands, he caressed the sensitive wiring where thigh linkages met hip servo. “Relaxation: necessary for complete penetration.”

“I know, it’s so hard,” Optimus moaned as he forced his chassis to relax. The burn was intense. More intense than even a laser blast to the core!

The passage now cleared, Soundwave forced the length of his tentacles within the mech. Bending down, he licked the stretched edge of the port, adding his saliva to the dripping fluid.

“Mmmmmmm,” the addition of the glossa swirling around his stretched port threatened to push him over the edge. “Stop the preparation!”

Soundwave paused, but didn’t stop for long. “Edge of overload: preferable.” His glossa flicked out once again. He flicked it around the edge, probing inside the stretched opening every time the roar of Optimus’s engines informed him of impending overload. The flash of pain had the intended effect of stopping the overload from hitting.

Gasping for cooling gases, Prime found himself wavering between overload and full cognition – but not in either phase. He bucked under the assault, his systems responding to each delectable swipe of the Decepticon’s experienced glossa. “Stop…. Nooooo….. mmmmmm…. Primus!..... Mmmmmm….. I can’t…… mmmmmm…. Handle this…… ohhhhhhhh……” His entire frame began humming…. His digits and his peds jerking in reaction to Soundwave’s expertise.

Finally, Optimus was ready for what he truly desired. Pulling his tentacles out, Soundwave enjoyed lapping up the taste of the dripping fluids. “Preparation: complete,” he announced. Without much thought, he flipped open his transfer access and activated the unit.

Gasping, he barely realized that Soundwave had stopped his oral assault – before the familiar sound of a transfer activating filled his audios. With a startled expression, he shook his helm a couple of times, clearing his meta processor from the pleasure-enduced fog. Still held down, Optimus lifted his head enough to see the mech in all his glory. His optics fluttered as he realized that the mech was truly proportional; Which meant that he hadn’t exactly expected what he would see, and now he almost wished he hadn’t…

Seeing the disbelieving look on the Autobot leader’s face plate, Soundwave had to refrain from expressing the cocky internal smile he had. He was not Starscream, he was superior – because he had this control. “Compatibility level: acceptable. As previously stated.” Soundwave didn’t wait for the mech to react; the tip of his transfer pressed against the readied opening.

“Soundwave….. Mmmmmm….” Arching up, Optimus moaned as his port was overfilled. The burn mixed with pleasure signals within his meta.

Going slow, the bigger mech was careful not to tear the virgin port. The Autobot Prime’s port virginity was his. Only his…A gift that no one could ever take from him. A gift that no one would ever know of…. Once he was fully sheathed within the warm tightness that he now claimed as his own, he finally loosened his tentacles’ grip on Optimus’s arms.

Freed, Optimus curled around the bigger mech, his digits digging into armor as he rode out the first in a series of waves of near overload. But Soundwave wouldn’t let him go over the edge. Not yet… Safe in the alternate reality of the grid, they screamed each other’s names.

True words were not necessary… Intimacy between them that went far beyond what each had ever allowed before… Control weakened over thoughts… History shared as pleasure rocketed through networks… Loneliness understood – driven away as mutual need overcame inhibition….. Beautiful, unadulterated truth… As true as the slide of transfer into port…. As true as the dance of glossas during a forbidden moment….

The edge came, Optimus cried out as he tumbled over, Soundwave hot on his peds as they both reached climax. Energy systems fluxed wildly. Engines threatening to blow through their blocks as the heat reached critical mass. Darkness engulfed them both as they tumbled down in the abyss of escasy……

Optimus gasped as he rebooted, his meta processor still linked to Soundwave’s through the data cable connecting them. Looking up at the bigger mech, he frowned a little at the thought that he had submitted willingly to him. Willingly and fully…. A scenario that he would never admit to for the rest of his existence...

A growl emanated from Soundwave’s vocals as his optics fired back to life. With a whine of his hydraulics, he deactivated his transfer, his face plate once again emotionless as it retracted from the warm tightness of his fellow Prime. “Carnal Knowledge – classified,” he whispered.

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