Tactical Control

Prowl stalked the corridor silently. He slipped by most mech unnoticed as he kept to the shadows. He had left Prime recharging soundly on his berth, not wanting to struggle explaining his actions. Prime had been infected before, he had been the first, he would recognise the signs.

The parasite embedded in his head had taken over more of his mind. Prowl felt foggy, his actions felt almost as if he was in a trance. He could barely even form coherent thoughts as the parasite threatened to completely overwhelm him. This lack of control terrified Prowl, he was well aware of the parasite's intentions to find and kill Ratchet and dispose of his work to develop a cure for this affliction.

He approached the med bay only to be met with bustling chaos.

"What's going on?" He asked as Ironhide appeared.

"Sunstreaker's found Bumblebee. He thinks something is wrong, mentioned something about a ribbon…"

"A ribbon?"

"I don't know." Ironhide shrugged. "Ratchet's checking him out now in his own quarters. Prime has ordered everyone else to be confined to quarters, he thinks the infection is spreading. I was just about to get the ones in the med bay."

Prowl paused, he felt the parasite formulating a plan. "Would you like a hand with moving the others?"

Ironhide nodded curtly, grateful for the offer. "They have to be carried, Ratchet has sedated them so they don't try to infect anyone else."

"Wise." Prowl muttered.

They entered the med bay. Ironhide hesitated as he glanced at the creature in its secure container. "What I don't understand is… if it's in there then how the frag did all these get infected?"

Ironhide registered a faint growl behind him, turning he was greeted by a snarl from the tactician, his optics widened in surprise. "Prowl… what the…?"

Ironhide crashed to the ground as Prowl took out his legs with one swift move.

"Gaaahhh… what's gotten into you?!"

Prowl planted himself firmly over Ironhide's waist, pressing his weight against the heavily armoured weapons specialist.

"You know what the human's say about curiosity…" He purred seductively as Ironhide squirmed uncomfortably beneath him. "This is only wrong… if you resist me…" He whispered. Ironhide's optics widened as he recognised the words that Prime has spoken to him right before….

"You!... You've infected everyone! Prowl you've got to stop… Ratchet can help…"

Prowl straightened examining his frame as if seeing it for the first time. "Prowl's not here right now." He smirked coldly. "And I have use for you."

"Nooo!!" Ironhide yelled as Prowl forced him into a kiss. The slighter tactician was surprisingly strong as he pinned Ironhide's arms above his head. The weapons specialist groaned against his mouth, painful retching sounded in Prowl's throat, Ironhide jerked forcefully. Prowl ripped away his interface hatch cover and mercilessly plugged in his module, Ironhide roared with defiance as Prowl growled and shifted his weight onto Ironhide's spark chamber, refusing to release the kiss. His hands grabbed either side of Ironhide's head gripping tightly.

Ironhide bucked and twisted as Prowl's data stream assaulted his interface port, he tried desperately to throw the determined mech off him. His hands clawed and scraped Prowl's armour, causing him to hiss as he tore at his back plates, his legs thrashing as Prowl's overload tore through him driving him into a painful spasm as the infected energon filled his port.

He moaned pitifully into Prowl's mouth as he felt his glossa push against his, the overload forcing his mouth wider as he gasped. The retching sound filled his audios as Prowl's body tensed and locked above him before lurching violently. Ironhide roared as the slimy wetness of a parasite forced its way into his mouth. He gagged and choked as it slid down his throat. His tanks lurched as the need to purge them overwhelmed him. Pain and discomfort and a horrible bloated feeling washed over him. Prowl released his helm, leaving him on the floor in a pool of fluid, retching violently.

"You slaggin'… ack….glitch..hea…urrgghh.." He spluttered and purged his tanks. Prowl ignored him instead gathering the serum that Ratchet had formulated. Ironhide clawed at his ankles as Prowl drew his weapon. He fired two shots, obliterating Ratchet's work console in a shower of sparks. Stepping over Ironhide's shuddering frame, landing a sharp kick to his head as he clutched his leg, he headed to the container, opening it he allowed a couple of drops of his neurotoxin to drip onto the prone creature. It fizzed and squealed as a yellow cloud of smoke spurted out. Its innards gushed out and it twitched once more and fell silent.

"Just what the frag is going on here?!" Ratchet barked. He stared at Ironhide crouched on all fours, weakly reaching for him before he off loaded once more onto the floor. He looked up at Prowl who snarled angrily.

"I was beginning to suspect as much when Prime reported symptoms and I detected your neurotoxin in his energon." He took a step forward, halting when Prowl drew a small curved blade.

"Prowl let me help you…your neurotoxin is the key to stopping the parasite…"

Ratchet held out his arms and moved slowly, he could tell that Prowl was fighting back in his head, one of his optics twitched. Ratchet lunged for his EMP stunner, Prowl was too fast for him. Ratchet cried out as a strong force punched into his chest sending him flying into a berth. Prowl grabbed at him swiping wide with the sharp blade.

"Aaarggghh!!" Ratchet bellowed as the blade cut through a number of his neural wires in his neck and nicked his main energon line. He stumbled clutching at his throat as energon poured out onto his frame, seeping through his fingers. His optics spiralled outward in fear as Prowl's arm was raised for the killing blow. A shot rang out and Ratchet flinched as parts of Prowl's armour plating blasted outward showering him with shards of metal.

The tactician shrieked, stumbling forward, dropping his weapon. He clutched at the gaping wound in his chest spinning round to glare at Ironhide whose cannon was still whirring, confusion briefly flashing over his face.

Prowl fled the med bay. Pain fogging his sensor net.

'They'll find you, they'll stop you… what ever it takes…' Prowl's thoughts whispered to the creature.

//No… must survive… must continue… they will not harm one of their own.//

'I wouldn't be so sure of that.'

****

The creature intended to flee the base. He ran almost blindly as Prowl took advantage of the pain by trying to take back control of his body. He turned a corner and ran straight into Bumblebee. Bumblebee's jaw dropped at the sight of Prowl's wounds and the unfamiliar look of panic in his optics.

"Bumblebee you're ok." Prowl's optics moved over the purple paint staining Bumblebee's frame, Bumblebee followed his gaze and pressed his arms together revealing the word 'rollerskate' on his arm fairings. He shrugged sheepishly as Prowl mouthed the word rollerskate in confusion.

Shaking his head Prowl continued frantically. "Everyone's infected… I have the cure, we must get away from Ratchet, the creature inside him is trying to kill me, it wants to stop me from using the cure." Prowl gasped energon dripping from his wound. "Help me… we need to get off the base… so I can think of a plan to administer the antidote." He lied effortlessly as Ratchet's shouts could be heard approaching. Bumblebee grabbed Prowl's wrist and sprinting led him off the base, taking him out onto the rocky desert. Shots rang out as they raced from the angry Ratchet.

Transforming Bumblebee sped off Prowl followed, his alt mode keeping up easily with Bee's sportier form. Bumblebee skidded to a halt and headed into a rocky cave, Prowl followed. Before Bumblebee could stop him he turned and fired at the entrance, which crumbled around them blocking them in.

Bumblebee whined as Prowl turned to face him, his optics slightly glazed. He'd seen that look before. Prowl leered at him coldly as Bumblebee took a step back.

: Prowl don't make me do this please…: He sub voc'd as he aimed his weapon. Prowl made a strange noise in the back of his throat and lunged. Bumblebee bleeped harshly firing his weapon into Prowl's already gaping wound.

The black and white mech staggered back, his face a picture of shock, he dropped to his knees. His air intakes increased sharply, a gargled sound catching in his throat as he fell back. "Bee… help… me…"

Bumblebee kneeled worriedly by his side.

"The pain… uunngghh… emotion overwhelms… the creature… you must… stop me… please…."

Bumblebee stared at him incredulously as Prowl gripped Bumblebee's weapon pointing it at his own chest. He shook his head and a knowing smile crossed his face.

:Any emotion?:

Prowl nodded weakly as he felt the creature taking control again.

:I'm going to help you:

"No… Bee… you'll get infect… oohhhh..mmm…" Prowl blinked as his words were caught in a moan. He glanced at Bumblebee who smirked as he spun his tires on his legs, Prowl jerked and Bumblebee gripped tighter. Prowl moaned at the intense touch his mouth parted as arousal built up across his sensor net. His hand reached up to try and push Bee away, Bumblebee merely pinned his arms down firmly as his other hand stroked up the inside of Prowl's legs. This illicited a strangled groan from the tactician.

Bumblebee released his arms, climbing on top of Prowl's frame he pressed his mouth shyly against Prowl's parted labia plating.

:Don't worry…will help until Ratchet can get here…: He sub voc'd as he felt Prowl resist.

Determined to get his own way Bee pushed his glossa into Prowl's mouth, caressing the warm plating, entwining his glossa. He was going to use what the 'cons had shown him, in an effort to keep Prowl in control of his senses.

His hand spun another of his tires. Prowl groaned and twisted into the touch, his arousal rising clouding his senses. Bee bleeped his own arousal teasing him as he watched Prowl react to his seduction. The tactician's optics were shuttered his mouth parted slightly as he exhaled rapidly, his door wings twitching.

'Primus he's hot like this.' Bee thought to himself. He moved his hand to Prowl's interface hatch removing the cover swiftly. Prowl arched into his hand lifting his door wings off the floor. Bee grabbed one firmly.

"Oh Primus… " Prowl whimpered, his cooling system coming on line. Bumblebee felt the tactician's hands returning the favour, Bee squeaked a little as Prowl sat up and leaned into him, his helm resting on his shoulder as his frame shuddered with excitement.

Bumblebee uttered a digitised sounding growl and pushed Prowl to the ground, pinning him down. He took hold of the SIC's pinging, green lit module, releasing his own from his ready interface port.

Prowl clawed at the ground as Bumblebee plugged his own module into his port. He mewed softly his hips bucking upwards responding to Bee's data stream. Bee took Prowl's module and wrapped his glossa around it squeezing in response to Prowl's pulsing, eager data stream.

The tactician groaned loudly as he felt Bee's mouth close around his module. The tinglings of overload washed through him, building. His legs thrashed as Bee kept him pinned, his cool blue optics watching him.

"Uunngghh… Bee.. no stop… gaaaaAAAHHH!!" Prowl's head snapped back as overload slammed through his trembling frame. On lining his optics he glanced down at Bee who grinned slyly at him. Prowl looked at the stain of blue energon on his leg, staining Bee's yellow frame, dripping onto the rock. Bee bleeped he had pulled away just in time.

His module continued pulsing into Prowl's spasming port. Another overload crashed through him as Bee's energon burst into his port, waves of ecstasy flooded his sensor net. Prowl collapsed onto his back gasping. Feeling for the first time in full control of his cortex. He moaned, his voice at a higher pitch than usual causing Bee to chuckle.

Bee's module remained in Prowl's port, he stroked Prowl's module gently earning a string of colourful language from the black and white mech. He toyed with him playfully until his own module pinged him ready again. He seated himself on Prowl's lap, wrapping his legs around his waist pulling Prowl flush to him. He brought Prowl's module up to his mouth and teased it with his flicking glossa.

"Oh.. frag…" Prowl breathed unable to take his optics off Bee's mouth embracing his module. He felt Bee's hand pressing the back of his helm pulling him into a kiss, Prowl lost all focus as their glossa intertwined around his steadily pulsing module.

Bee pushed him back sharply as Prowl overloaded hard again, his entire frame locking straight with intense pleasure. His energon ran over Bee's fingers trickling down the connector cables earning a whimper of delight. Bee ran his coated fingers over Prowl's mouth pushing them inside feeling the deep vibrations of Prowl's groan as he tasted his own arousal.

Bee's datastream assaulted Prowl's port pulsing hard and fast, relentless persistent. Prowl arched painfully clutching desperately at Bee's armour as his screams of a fourth overload reverberated around the cave. Bee tensed and jerked as his own overload pulsed hard through his module, sending intense, pleasurable spasms shuddering through his frame.

He felt Prowl go limp in his arms. Recharge had taken over his exhausted systems. Bee disconnected his module returning them to their respective ports and positioned himself against the cave wall, cradling Prowl's head and upper body in his lap supporting his badly damaged frame.

All he could do now was wait and hope Ratchet found them before Prowl woke up.