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Optimus sat at his desk in his quarters centering himself and taking a few deep ventilations. In a couple kliks he would have to brace himself and head out into the Ark amongst his fellow Autobots. As orns passed, the leader of the Autobots had found keeping his thoughts and feelings under control more and more difficult. His processor almost glitched at the last officers meeting as it ran on a bit too long and his fantasies almost overwhelmed him. Prime rubbed his faceplates and took a long slow invent before letting his battle mask slide up to hide his features.
His crew thought that he wore his battle mask at all times because of the fact that he was Prime. Primes were pure, innocent, and never to be touched inappropriately. Some wondered what he looked like under the mask, a few actually knew. What no one knew was the real reason he wore the mask at all times. It had nothing to do with hiding his face from his crew, nothing to do with being shy or innocent. He had no fear of anyone seeing his face, or for it even becoming damaged in battle. He was not afraid of scars or damage. What he didn’t want them to see, was his expression. The look on his face when he looked at them. Optimus knew that they would never understand that he was nothing like the individual they assumed him to be.
The large Mech strode out of his office confidently, his mask firmly in place. It was time to do his nightly rounds around the Ark to ensure that there were no issues and to make a formal appearance. He noticed that Morale was always better when he walked around in open view of his fellow Autobots. If he spent too much time in his office or meetings, the assumption was that the war was not going well and morale sank. So he took it upon himself to walk around on occasion to help his soldiers feel at ease, oh, and for that other reason of course.
Prime felt a tingling jolt flow down his spinal strut as he imagined who he might pass in the halls today. He kept himself reigned in, not wanting to get too excited too soon. The slow build was so much better, though he hoped he could actually make it back to his quarters before almost embarrassing himself this time. He had a close call a few Orns back that almost let his secret out. He had become careless and needed to make sure it didn’t happen again. He did not want his crew to know the secrets he was keeping, he was not sure they would ever understand.
With his large shoulders squared and his head held aloft Prime strode through the corridors. His pace was relaxed and he had his hands clasped behind his back. His stance exuded relaxed calm, and a non-threatening gait. He was in no hurry as he strolled. It took a bit for the first mech to pass. He simply nodded his head slightly in acknowledgement, then continued to walk. The mech past by and thought nothing of the encounter. It was brief and there was nothing in Prime’s stance or actions that would cause anyone to think otherwise.
Prime smirked behind his mask. /yes… yes… just me walking… nothing to be alarmed about my delicious mechs…/ The smirk behind his mask grew more aggressive as his thoughts traveled. There was a small gathering in the larger hallway that lead to the rec room. Prime paused at a distance and took in the sight of his second in command. Prowl’s back was to him and images of Prowl bent over his desk, datapads scattered to the floor as his leader took him from behind, skittered across Prime’s processor. His thoughts turned darker as his optics drifted to Jazz, who was too busy arguing with Prowl to notice Optimus just yet. The fantasy changed slightly to add Jazz, thrusting into Prowl’s mouth as they both took him violently. /mmm…just like that…thrust harder Jazz… make him take it all…/ A low growl almost started in the Prime’s chest, but he stopped it. It was too soon to react, far too soon.
The smirk behind his battle mask grew even more perverse as the glow of his optics darkened for just a moment. He could not hear the argument, but with Perceptor and Cosmos behind Jazz, Prime assumed it was nothing serious. He decided to move closer to the group, wondering how long it would take for his presence to be noticed. He glanced down at the smaller bots as he moved in on the group slowly and silently. Optimus could move with a level of agility and stealth that belied his great size. He stifled a dark chuckle as he openly snuck up on his second in command.
His thoughts drifted again to the smaller bots as images of himself impaling the mini-bot Cosmos violently streaked across his slowly heating processors. He imagined the delightful screams the little bot would make, wondering briefly if Cosmos could even take him all the way. Well it would be fun to find out sometime. His thoughts then turned to the small and quiet scientist. Prime imagined taking Perceptor right there in his own lab, maybe on one of the lab tables amongst the experiments. Percy was such a quiet unassuming mech, maybe he would scream as well. /yes…little scientist… scream for me… scream for your Prime… / Even in his own mind his voice was a dark, depraved growl.
Prime almost chuckled as Perceptor looked up suddenly startled as their Prime’s shadow fell across Prowl, and then the rest of the group. He had managed to get right up behind them all without being noticed. He tilted his head just slightly in question, doing his best to look open and unassuming. All the while he was gripping his hands together tightly, fighting to keep from grabbing Prowl and throwing him against the wall, thrusting into him hard, growling and grunting as he took his second right in front of the others. /oh Prowl… would you feel shame? Or would you love every klik of it… to hear you lose that stoic nature… mmm.. .yes Prowl… we need to have a private meeting you and I… /
Optimus stood their quietly and waited. He nodded to the group as Prowl turned slowly towards their leader and nodded. His second’s stoic voice grating just slightly on the slowly overheating Prime’s nerves.
“Ah, Prime… I did not hear you walk up.” Prowl stated, though his tone was slightly off.
Optimus just nodded at his crew, not sure he trusted his own voice at the moment.
“Don’t mind him Optimus, he was just getting all over Cosmos for bringing Perceptor some … hell I dunno what it is… from some planet.. something about .. regulations on off planet contraband or some such nonsense… ain’t that right Prowler.” Jazz stated nonchalantly as he tilted his head in amusement.
“…It is nothing to concern yourself with Prime, I can handle it.” Prowl turned to Jazz. “Will you STOP calling me that!” He stated, his normally stoic and even voice going up a pitch or two.
Prime nodded and reset his vocalizer a couple of times before speaking. Even with the resets, it hit a slightly deeper tone than he had intended. “I trust you to handle things Prowl, however, if Cosmos found anything that Perceptor can use, I see no harm in allowing this.”
“Of course Prime, I just… didn’t want it to lead to more explosions.” Prowl eyeballed the small scientist.
“…I… I am not Wheeljack… I can handle some off world material without blowing myself up…” Perceptor piped up, a bit nervous, his voice quiet and not as confident sounding as he had intended.
Prowl was about to speak when Prime held up his hands, glad that they had stopped shaking, though hearing Perceptor’s quiet gentle voice caused small tremors of excitement in him. Oh to hear that quiet, unassuming little scientist scream and beg. It was almost his undoing as he forced his gaze off the significantly smaller Autobot.
“I trust that this can be handled without issue. Prowl, you know I trust your better judgment on these things, but our supplies are running low. Anything that can help our cause is necessary. If the materials are indeed deemed unsafe, Cosmos or Skyfire can jettison them into space. Otherwise, I am sure our scientists and engineers can handle it.” Prime stated in a calm voice, that belied his inner desires.
“Of course Prime.” Prowl nodded and then turned back to the group. “I want you two to have those materials ready for inspection, I will be by the labs in a groon.” Prowl stated and turned to head off to his office. His emotional state was unreadable from his walk, but his doorwings were held tense behind him.
Prime turned his attention to the group again. His Optics landing on Jazz, as his smirk grew behind his mask. His Optics however showed no hint of what was on his processor. He let his gaze roam over the flirty Autobot. Jazz was quite popular with the other mechs on board. He also had quite the reputation. Prime wondered just how kinky his Spec Ops Commander could get. There were rumors floating around that set the aroused Prime’s circuits on fire. Maybe he should pull Jazz aside some time and test those rumors out. Before Jazz could become suspicious of the look Prime was giving him, he let his gaze move to a more neutral position.
“Go easy on him Boss Bot… Prowler has a lot on his plate…” Jazz stated, quick to defend his stoic companion.
Prime raised a hand, smiling behind his mask and letting it reach his optics. Though his optics made his smile seem jovial and gentle, it was truly anything but.
“Do not worry Jazz, I will meet with Prowl later. I am sure everything is fine.” His gaze dropped to the two smaller bots. “You should head to the lab, I would hate to see Prowl further agitated because I detained you.” His voice was smooth, even, and gentle.
The gentle tone of his voice kept his subordinates none the wiser of the images dancing erotically across his processor. He tilted his head again before turning to leave them and continue his rounds of the ship. Delicious fantasies already curling across his thoughts, wondering which bots he would see next, wondering how long it would be before he was forced to retreat to his quarters to relieve the tension that was slowly building within him.