Universe: TF:Animated
Characters: Sentinel Prime, Optimus Prime, Jetstorm, Jetfire, Ratchet, Jazz
Rating: M
Warnings: AU. This is set after they return to Cybertron. WILL HAVE: Dub con, sticky sex, tactile, bots turned sparklings, adult language and situations.
Disclaimer: Owned by Hasbrotekatron or whoever…

Sentinel stomped over to the couch, optics blazing, and yanked Optimus up. The red and blue bot was limp in his grasp, optics still dim and untracking as they stared at the floor.

"Really Optimus? Really? Well FRAG YOU! You aren't the only one who regrets it! You aren't the only one here trying to ignore the Primus dammed monster in the corner."

He was shaking the other Prime, hands clasped so tightly to his shoulders they were leaving dents, with each exclamation.

"You got what you wanted, didn't you? Revenge?"

"No."

The word was spoken so quietly that Sentinel almost missed it.

"What? No? Well tell me then, Prime, what exactly did you want?"

Optimus suddenly burst to life under Sentinel's harsh treatment, arms shooting forward to crush the larger mech to his chassis as he growled into the other's neck.

"Damn you Sentinel! Damn you for not being there when I needed you! Damn you for ripping my entire life out from under me! Damn you for not being an ass when I needed you to be one! Damn you for letting me take your seal!"

Weak thumps against his shoulder punctuated each accusation and Sentinel tightened his arms around the other Prime almost before he knew what he was doing. This whole fragging mess was... well a mess. He'd never had to deal with this kind of thing before; emotions weren't something he was good at expressing, or dealing with.

"Yeah, well damn you too Optimus. Damn you for running away and leaving me here, waiting for you."

It was said quietly, as though any loud noises would break through whatever was going on. As though the world would shatter and they'd be back to hating each other again.

It was some time before either of them broke the silence. They stood, emotions captured in a fragile hold completely unlike the desperate grasp they had on the other. It was as close to before as they'd ever gotten since their Academy days and it seemed wrong to ignore the thrum of contentedness that flowed through them even aside of their apprehension.

Tears dripped down their chassis, neither of them knowing who they belonged to, and broken hitching sobs seemed to emanate from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Ratchet sighed. The twins had cried themselves to sleep, refusing his diluted Energon, and were moving fitfully on his berth.

He really hoped that this whole ordeal with Optimus and Sentinel cleared itself up before Magnus had to get involved. He'd known Optimus had thought about petitioning for alternate caring options, one day at each leader's flat, but had knocked that idea down himself. These twins needed two caretakers as much as they needed each other, and no amount of fighting would have budged his opinion on that.

But Optimus hadn't fought, had he. He'd given up, something that had NEVER happened on Earth, and was something that Ratchet hadn't even thought of as a possibility. Never before had he seen Optimus Prime in a situation where he stopped working toward his goal. Never before had he seen Optimus Prime so discouraged and disheartened that he refused to fuel.

It was enough to give him a processor ache.

Whatever had happened between those two, it had been bad enough that Optimus felt like he'd raped the other Prime. Bad enough that in guilt for his actions he'd unconsciously thought to offline himself by starvation.

Ratchet was a medic, not a psychologist, but even he could see that the emotional hurts between the two had led them into a physical altercation, one that had pushed his Prime into an awkward and damaging position.

A heavy vent escaped Ratchet and he looked at the twins. He'd hoped Wheeljack would have been able to change them back by now, but Wheeljack's private comms had been apologetic and full of guilt. He didn't know what had caused the reaction in the first place, let alone how to replicate it in an opposite frequency. Every cycle that passed took a little more hope with the engineer, because there wasn't anything left to check.

Which meant that the twins were stuck to grow up a second time, with caregivers who had more problems than one of Perceptor's data screens.

It was dark in Sentinel's flat, the lights having been long dimmed into nothingness from their timer. Both Primes were still wrapped around each other, their vents calm and easy, optics shuttered and helms just touching. Sentinel had Optimus' hand gently grasped within his own larger one, thumb tracing patterns and glyphs into the smooth metal. They stood, silent, simply touching. The only sounds coming from their own systems as they just let themselves be. Buried deep within each other's EM fields, always and never, touching and touched. It was a heady feeling after so long apart and it wasn't hard to stay wrapped up in the bliss it felt like.

Electrical signals passed from circuit to circuit, energy arcing from neural line to plating, plating to neural line and their fields synced until it would have been impossible to tell who was who. It was as close as two mecha could get without hardlining into the other's systems or bonding. They knew what movements the other would make before the hydraulics fired, knew direction before their GPS linked wirelessly.

Together they flowed across the room, steps barely taking them apart from each other, and into the berthroom. Sentinel backed Optimus up to the edge and laid them both down with reverent care, hands smoothing the strong lines of his arms and chassis, raising their still entwined hands and kissing the blue digits one by one before disengaging. He nuzzled Optimus' chin, placing soft kisses up one side of his face and down the other before pressing their lips together.

It was tender, sweet, chaste. Sentinel moved back, sitting on his heels and just looking. Gazing at the one bot he'd always loved, seeing the hurt, trust and wariness in those blue optics that was outshadowed by a glimmer of hope.

A sliver of returned love.

Optimus had faded memories, Sentinel planned to make them new ones.

He pressed forward again, mouthing the other Prime's neck. Nipping and sucking the cabling until soft gasps filled the air and moving back up to claim that soft mouth. Full lips pressed together again and again, their helms changing angles with each kiss in a way that stimulated each and every neural sensor available. Hands came up and stroked; optical ridges, audial receivers, antenna, light touches grazed over the sensitive components with infinite gentleness.

Slowly, slowly, their hands migrated downward, tracing kibble, transformation seams and windshields; each touch igniting sparks of desire that coalesced into a deep burn. It spread until every connection invoked an inarticulate sound of pleasure and they were rocking together, interface panels still closed, soft words peppering the blissful cries and vents that rang in the berthroom.

Sentinel was first to slip a hand between them and trace the other's panel seams, light touches maddening to the oversensitive metal, and nudged his helm up under Optimus' chin to lathe a slick glossa once again over the already wet cables. A soft 'whoosh' and his panel slid open, spike pressurizing slowly out of its housing, valve dripping lubricant steadily onto the blue pelvic plate beneath him.

Optimus' body undulated under Sentinel, pressing into the hand on his panels. He reached down and grasped the other's helm, pulling the larger Prime in for kisses that alternated between fierce and languid, the dichotomy of the intensity pushing their charges higher.

A second 'whoosh' and Optimus' spike pressurized against Sentinel's, both of them stilling with a gasp as the metal rubbed together. They broke apart, venting heavily, and Sentinel sat back to admire the view for a moment before he gave both spikes a stroke. Then he lifted a leg over one of Optimus' thighs, pulling the other white thigh up and resting it on his own black one. Grinning softly at the other's confused look, he tilted his pelvic plate and pressed their valves together. He kept the pressure forward, the rims of their valves rubbing against each other, smearing fluid over the housing, and grasped Optimus' spike, sliding a thumb through the drops of transfluid beading at the top.

Neither of them was ready for penetration, this was still much too fragile for that, but Sentinel was determined to remind the other Prime how good they were together. It was his chance to prove that he could be something other than caustic and rough.

Blue hands were thrown backward and clutched at the pillows, fists tight enough that the gears creaked, and a moan escaped full lips. Sentinel rocked forward slightly, the slight grind a topping to the attention on Optimus' spike.

Suddenly the other gray hand was working its way around where they were pressed together, searching along the housing as if it was looking for something…

Optimus bowed off the berth, his back arching and arms coming up to lock around Sentinel's neck.

He pulled himself fully upright, their spikes trapped between their abdominal plating, panting and pressed their helms together, wordlessly urging Sentinel to continue. The gray fingers stroked again, each gentle rasp sending bolts of liquid pleasure into Optimus and he pressed against the pressure of both fingers and scorching hot valve repeatedly.

The hand on his spike started stroking in time with each press to whatever it was that made him feel like liquid goo. Alternating pulls with presses until there was no relief, only pleasure, and he writhed into overload, limbs tensing and a low subsonic rumble pulsing through his whole body.

Sentinel milked Optimus for every joule of pleasure he could, hands not stopping until the other Prime was limp and twitching from the overstimulation. Finally he let go, bringing his hands up to wrap them again around the other Prime's helm, bringing them together for slow, tender kisses.

It was a long while before either of them moved and even then it was only to lay down, side by side, kisses sticky sweet and lingering even as Optimus gathered enough presence to reach down and stroke Sentinel's spike slowly. Squeezing gently every few strokes before letting Sentinel just thrust into the circle his hand made, bringing him to a cresting release that spurt transfluid over white thighs.

When they finally stopped and simply lay in each other's arms it was nearly morning, the sounds of workers getting ready reaching their audials through the closed window.

"Where do we go from here?"

A small question, full of fear and doubt, but one that had an answer that would affect them both equally in a large way. Sentinel looked the smaller Prime in the optics, trying to will every bit of emotion he could into visibility.

"I'm… I'm not good with this. Frag… I've only ever hurt the people I cared about because of my own stupidity, but Optimus, I do, DO want to try again."

It was a paltry offering compared to what he felt, but he couldn't seem to find the words to express himself properly. Frustrated with his own cowardice and inability to just tell Optimus how he felt, Sentinel raised his hand, a panel sliding back to reveal a cable plug and matching port.

Optimus vented in sharply. Hardlining was incredibly intimate, you had no secrets, no place to hide when you were cabled up to another mech. What Sentinel was offering, it was truthful enough that he was willing to bare himself down to the programming to Optimus.

Slowly, his own hand trembling just a bit, Optimus raised his own port and cable plug. They intertwined their fingers and pressed palms flat against each other, plugs engaging and snapping forward into their respective ports, and suddenly the world imploded. Their perceptions bowed inward and they could see their innerworkings, connected to each other with neon strings that sang with electrical current.

Sentinel directed his feelings, the shame and guilt, the love and misery, the pain and fear associated with Optimus forward and the firetruck could feel the larger Prime's body trembling in an almost debilitating terror.

Connected as they were it was heady to feel so many emotions that weren't his own and Optimus felt a brief, almost vindictive pleasure at Sentinel finally so bared. A wave of shock and hurt shook it from his processor and immediately his own sorrowful and apologetic feelings flowed through them. He opened his own emotions and watched as Sentinel alternately basked and crumbled from his own anger, slowly returning love and mistrust. Besides baring their sparks, this was the one thing they'd never done. It was too easy to get caught up in the little things that flew through every mech's processor, and it was something a little more permanent than either had wanted to consider at the time.

This though, it was proof that neither was truly interested in hurting the other party, fleeting thoughts aside. It was an assurance to Optimus that Sentinel was serious, and an assurance to Sentinel that Optimus was willing to give him another chance.

Ratchet rang the bell, the twins fussing in his arms, and glared at the door when it didn't open. He was about to ring again when he heard footsteps and turned to see Jazz climbing up the steps to stand beside him.

"Heya Docbot, you know what's goin' on in there?"

Ratchet shifted the twins, trying to keep them from crying. "Only that I told Sentinel he had one night to fix whatever they slagged up between each other. Said I'd be back in the morning and here I am, waiting for one of them to open the pit spawned door!"

Jazz chuckled, but turned and entered in Magnus' override code into the keypad. "Ultra Magnus is worried about 'em, neither of 'em's been answering their comms again."

The door slid open and they moved in quietly, taking in the slightly shuffled furniture before Ratchet turned toward the berthroom and walked in.

::You might wanna see this::

Jazz cocked his head, but walked into the berthroom behind Ratchet before stopping short. The two Primes were tangled together on the berth, legs entertwined and hands still clasped together in a way that both Jazz and Ratchet knew was from hardlining. They were still deep in recharge, chassis rising and falling with each vent of air, systems humming in a way that was most certainly satisfied.

The twins were silent, but struggling to get out of Ratchet's arms. They pounded on his arms, reaching out toward the bots lying on the berth.

Rachet looked at Jazz, who shrugged with a grin, then shook his own helm and placed them down between the sleeping mechs. The twins settled in immediately, optics dimming as they slipped into their own much needed recharge.

The two left awake walked back out to the sitting area, resolved to waiting for their answers.

Optimus was the first to online and noticed the addition of the twins with a smile. He and Sentinel were still connected, so he sent the command to disengage only to have the other Prime tighten his hold as their cable plugs snapped apart and the hardline panels slid closed.

"Hey there gorgeous."

Sentinel had a completely out of place goofy smile plastered on his face. To Optimus, who hadn't seen this kind of affection openly displayed since the Academy, it was wonderful. Something to celebrate for sure.

"Hello yourself."

The twins, who had been awake and watching them, perked up at the sound of their voices.

"Mamulya! Otets!"

"Da! Ah ah! Otets!"

With a soft expression, Optimus shook his hand free from Sentinel's and offered the pinky to Jetstorm, rolling onto his back and settling the tiny jet on his chassis. His other hand came up to stroke the sparkling from helm to pede, low yummy noises rumbling from the contented flyer.

Sentinel cradled Jetfire up to his face, blowing a raspberry against the black abdominal plating. Jetfire burst into giggles, his arms and legs flailing as each successive zerbert sent him into another fit of shrieking laughter.

The door opened and Ratchet stomped in, followed by an amused looking Jazz.

"I hope you two got whatever was knocking your knees figured out, because if I have to deal with your slag again you're going to find yourselves in BIG trouble. Do you both understand me?"

Serious looks passed between the Primes before they nodded at Ratchet. "We've worked out a bunch of things Ratchet, and while I can't promise you our 'slag' is taken care of, I can assure you that we will be working it out between us in the future."

Ratchet narrowed his optics at Optimus, than turned to look at Sentinel. "Well?"

The blue Prime gave an annoyed look, but adjusted Jetfire on his kibble before responding. "We worked it out medic. That's all you need to know."

There was a brief moment that had Optimus' systems stalling as he watched the two stare at each other before Ratchet straightened up and gave them both a curt nod, dragging Jazz with him out of the room.

"Nice to see you OP, might want to get Sentinel to help you buff out those scuff marks, ya dig?"

Optimus groaned, clapping a hand to his face in embarrassment and Jazz's laughter rang through the apartment.

It was permanent.

Wheeljack had tried, but nothing he'd come up with was even remotely capable of transferring the twins back to their original forms. When he'd finally given up, Wheeljack had locked himself in his own flat for nearly a month. Perceptor had been the one to finally drag him back out, and Wheeljack had looked so forlorn and apologetic that no one had the spark to blame him for anything.

So the twins stayed in Optimus' and Sentinel's care. Optimus himself moved into the larger Prime's flat, something that had surprised him in a big way. He'd simply gone out one day and come back with a box of personal items that had immediately found their way into the 'décor'.

Still, it was pleasant, and their friends could tell that they were truly enjoying themselves.

Jazz was watching from a distance, checking up per Magnus' orders.

The two Primes and the twins were at a local park, the upgraded sparklings running around the play equipment, but it was Sentinel and Optimus that held his attention.

They had just finished chasing the twins around and were standing next to each other, watching Jetstorm and Jetfire swing from a jungle gym. Their hands were clasped together at their sides, the most physical affection either would show in public, but Jazz saw the looks shot between them.

He chuckled. Magnus was eager to pass off his paperwork again, but these two deserved a little more time together.

As a family.

Thank you for being so patient with me OP! I've been working on school and work and blah! Anyway, I hope this met your expectations, and that you enjoyed it!