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Disclaimer: The only characters I own are Icestriker, Jadefire, and Katrina. Everything else belongs to the Transformers movie-verse. I make no money off this fic. It's all in good fun.

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Primal urges are not limited to human and animal nature. All sentient things feel it, and all things act on it, in their own ways. They ignored a greeting given by Icestriker, leaving the mech horribly confused.
He let his hand slowly fall as Jolt looked on as well. “What do you think?”
“Think the old boy’s finally getting a second chance at the berth.”
He wheeled around. “Hey, don’t degrade my sister!”
Jolt held up his hands in surrender. “Wasn’t trying to. Think what she’s giving him is great.”
Icestriker nodded, glancing back to the Autobots’ hallway. “Guess it’s a good thing we went the direction we did. Would have never found the other guys otherwise.”
The blue mech snorted. “Going soft on us?”
“Hardly. Just happy for my sibling. I’m allowed that much, right?”
“Right. You’re also allowed a certain… squishy thing in your berth.”
Icestriker clapped a hand to the mech’s mouth. “Hush about that, dumbass!”
Jolt batted the hand away. “Everyone knows. No one cares. Not all the mechs here will get femmes of our kind. Being here gives us the chance to… explore possibilities, if you will. Sure we can’t reproduce with the humans, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun with ‘em.” He batted the younger mech’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s toss back some high grade. They won’t be coming out for awhile.”
The younger mech hung back for a second, smiling back at the corridor before following the blue mech to the common area.

As soon as the door closed to his quarters, Ironhide slammed her hard against the frame, sending out a few sparks from the juts in her pauldrons as they made contact. “So, rough, huh?”
“If you’re mech enough,” she challenged.
“I am, but there are some things I can’t do as I’d like. I know for a fact I’d hurt you for real, and make you not want to do this.” She tried to correct him but he cut her off. “Trust me on this. There are just some things that can’t be forced for a little while. After a bit, you can.”
She rolled her optics. “Fine. Do what you like.”
“I intend to. Just want to make sure you know.” He waited for her to nod. “Good.” He dropped his voice to a low baritone. “Turn around, shutter your optics, and don’t ask questions. Do you understand?”
She was thrown off guard by the sudden change in his demeanor, but nodded slowly, moving to do just ask he asked. She tried feeling for what he was going to do, but found he had shut himself out of the link. It was still there, but no feeling came from it at all. A light, feathery sensation wrapped itself around her optics area, making her wonder what was going on. Out of nowhere, a sudden force banged her into the door, and an immense pressure kept her upright against it. As she was off-balance, her arms were crossed behind her back, and another feather sensation wrapped around those as well. She tried to struggle, only to be pulled back slightly and forced against the solid surface again.
“Don’t fight, either. You’ll make it worse for yourself if you do.”
She tried opening her optics ever-so slightly, only to find blackness staring back at her. Sure his quarters weren’t the brightest of all, but it was never pitch black. Jadefire wanted to ask what was over her optics, but stopped before the sounds even left her throat. She jerked forward at a warm and slithery feeling at the base of her neck. Glossa? Has to be…
Since he shut out his side of the link, he couldn’t hear her worries or thoughts, couldn’t feel anything she was feeling. What he did was purely instinctual, and carnal. He forced her legs apart, hearing a small protest from her. With that protest, he squeezed one of her exposed cables, hearing a sharp intake of pain leave her vents. “Fight, and I stop everything, and leave you here. With your arms bound, I’d like to see you try and escape.”
She heard a faint click of a latch being unhooked, and wondered what on Cybertron he was doing.
“Face me, and get on your knees.”
She did as asked, awkwardly moving with her arms still restrained.
“Good. Now open your mouth.”
She did so again, feeling the warm tip of his module slip between her dental plates. What she didn’t expect, however, was the pulses she hadn’t felt before. Usually it was her coaxing his overload to surface. This time, he was doing it on his own.
“Don’t make me do all the work, Femme.”
She wrapped her glossa around his module, matching his pulses with her coils. All her sensors were heightened to her access port, waiting for her own turn. At the moment though, she only wanted to please him.
He let his head tilt back slightly, still keeping the young female in his sight. He was never able to do this before, and having complete dominant control was a feeling like no other. Jadefire wasn’t easily manipulated, but she was a ‘bot that wasn’t afraid of her unexplored sexuality, wasn’t tentative to try taboo things. He let a hard pulse slip, hearing her moan in reaction to it. A mech could get used to this…
She let out a small protest as he pulled his module back, though was rewarded with a small tug to the juts in her shoulders.
“Thought I told you to be silent.” He hauled her to her feet and tossed her towards his berth, seeing her lose her balance and fall against it, kneeling before it while her upper body fell slightly limp. “Don’t move.”
She wondered what he was going to do next, seeing as there wasn’t much more he possibly could do. She jumped in surprise as he exposed her access port and ran a digit around the rim.
“Remember when you asked me if I could make a female expel Energon similar to a male?” He waited for her to nod jerkily. “Think it’s about time I showed you how.”
This made all thought leave her processors as she felt him toying with the ridges inside her port. He added in his glossa to produce more sensations, making her sensory network flare with pleasure.
When he was sure she was aroused, he stopped to reposition her body. He picked her up and laid her on her back, still not untying her arms. Before the arousal could subside, he resumed his ministrations for a minute before finding the button he had used on her several times already. This particular point in time, however, he pushed harder against it, making her arch her back slightly due to the restraints. He gave it a set rhythm, slipping over the button firm enough to just barely not cause her any pain.
It was an entirely new sensation her sensory network hadn’t registered yet. Sure he had used that spot before, but not like this. She felt her overload approaching, more unyielding than before, making her twitch more than before at the electric shocks of pleasure. Just when she thought it would never end, her overload hit her hard, causing her back to arch almost entirely, and a scream of pleasure to escape her vocal processors while the surprising expulsion of Energon spilled over his fingers.
“And that,” he said with a smirk she couldn’t see, “is how it’s done.”
She couldn’t answer even if she wanted to. It had hit her with surprising force, compelling her to just lie there while her sensors reset.
Ironhide had other thoughts and helped her sit up. “Here’s where the game ends.” He got up, removing her restraints, and then the blindfold, allowing her optics to focus on him again. “If you’re still ready, that is.”
She nodded, still recovering from the overload. “More than anything.”
He had her lay down again, moving to kneel over her. “It may pinch for a moment.” He opened his end of the link again, not hiding anything from her anymore. He felt the absolute trust she had in him, and took it as a sign to start. Carefully, he slipped the tip of module into her port, hearing the hiss of her vents kick in from slight pain. The inner rims were forced back as he pushed in slowly, letting them conform to him, locking in place when he could go no further. He felt her pain, and kissed her lightly, holding off the pulses until her port conformed around him entirely.
So what now?
Now, we dance a dance that has been performed by our species for many millennia. Hold on tight. He waited for her to wrap her arms around his neck before letting the first of the pulses slip through.
She jerked in surprise as the foreign jolts hit her. It was then she understood exactly what happens during normal interfacing. The electrical shocks she felt when he used his fingers or glossa were merging with his pace of shocks, making the initial jolts seem like a sharp tap from an outlet.
And so now you understand why you needed to be introduced to the feelings before we did this. It would have overwhelmed you. He groaned as he felt a shock of her own doing. Can’t hold it back.
Give me everything.
His control on the pulses disappeared, as did the control on his emotions. Everything slipped through the link, more powerful than it had when he first confessed to her. Her control dispersed as well, catching him off guard with just how much she felt everything. Millions of years of desire flowed through, letting him fully understand just how much she had wanted this. I was a fool.
What?
To never give you what you always desired of me. I thought—
She cut him off by sending a strong electrical shock thought their connection. It’s better it ended up this way. I… I can’t give you sparklings, and you’ll never be fully mine, but it’s most likely better as it is. Don’t ruin it by doubts of the past.
He clenched on his dental plates as his pulses quickened. His overload hit hard, and hers hit her even harder, sending them both into a temporary stasis as their sensory network rebooted.
She returned first, smiling and stroking his face places while he came back as well. “Everything I ever wanted, and more.”
He let out a soft grunt of agreement while he tried finding his voice. She scooted forward as he laid behind her, both fighting off an inevitable recharge. “I hope you don’t think this was a one-time thing.”
“Not at all.” She frowned slowly as he draped an arm over her frame, getting comfortable for when they began recharging. “Hey, ‘Hide?”
“What?”
“What were they like? Your sons?”
He went stiff, a multitude of memories enveloping him.
“’Hide?”
“They… they were like me, I suppose. Tough, hard to keep down. Had a lot of their mother in them too. Both made me feel proud to be a creator, finally. But when… When they left to fight in a different sector, I couldn’t find them again. No doubt they didn’t give up. Probably escaped when they got in over their heads.” The arm lying over her frame tightened slightly. “I don’t regret anything with them. They developed into fine warriors. Could’ve given me a run for my credits.”
She laughed softly.
“I miss ‘em. Every day that passes I hope they’ll turn up.” He grunted, hiding the hint of sadness that crept into his voice.
She didn’t have to hear it, though. “You said it yourself, they were tough. They’re probably helping out some other planet that was affected by Megatron’s tyranny.”
“That’s what I keep thinking. But no more on the past. We’re thinking of only the now.”
Jadefire let a tired smile show. “And what about now? Hoping to go another round?”
Ironhide let out an amused snort. “Let an old mech rest for a bit. Besides, you’re having trouble keeping your own optics open.”
“Hush.”
He chuckled. “Recharge. We’ll see what happens afterward.”
She grumbled, but put her optics offline, finding an odd sort of comfort in sharing a berth with another being. Feeling it while conscious, anyway.

“Hope the old timer isn’t being too harsh on her,” Ratchet said as he watched Jolt and Icestriker down their current containers of high grade. “Easy, you two! I don’t need the both of you on my recovery tables nursing hangovers.”
“Ah, stop worrying, Ratch!” Jolt said with a slur. “Live a little!”
Icestriker sniggered. “Yeah, really! Besides, nothin’ to worry about. She’s in good hands. … I think.” He stared at his empty container before taking a staggering look at the medical officer. “He wouldn’t hurt her, right?”
“Not intentionally, but he’s been known to be a bit forceful.” He sipped at his own container. “I suppose it isn’t anything to worry about. Jade’s a strong femme.”
“That and he totally digs her,” Jolt added in before slipping into stasis on the table.
Ratchet rolled his optics. “Not sure how much that changes, but if his female is still alive, he can’t keep this up.”
Icestriker scowled at his container for being empty. “Why couldn’t he? Not unheard of to have two females, right?”
“It’s Chromia we’re talking about. She’s no pushover.”
The mech stared into space in thought for a second. “Oh yeah.” He scoffed, reaching for another container. “Let it run its course.”
“It’ll get ugly.”
“His problem, not Jade’s.” He put away half the cube before sighing in content. “Look Ratch, she’s been after his aft for millennia now.” He paused before sniggering for a second at his choice of words. He got serious again. “Leave them be, and whatever happens will happen.” He looked up at the lights, shuttering his optics almost completely. “Have those lights always been that fragging bright?”
Ratchet sighed and put his face in his hands. “Why do I bother?”
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