Sequel to New to Me (need to read that to get some context and full back story)

See my profile for what's been up with me of late. Kinda LONG story and lots of explanation, but things are slowly getting better.

There will be explicit sticky based mech/mech interfacing and mpreg so you have been forewarned. Don't like? Then don't read.

"Talk"

:: Bond talk ::

'Comm. link'

Walking the halls of the Ark Skyfire couldn't help the light skip in his step as he guided his bondmate to their temporary quarters. The shuttle's old quarters to be precise.

It was a little strange coming back to these particular quarters within the Ark. He hadn't recharged there in a good 20 years. Not since shortly before they started the bond. A bond that was now wide open and filled with a mix of relief and joy at finally having had a solid future to look forward to together with almost nothing left to get in their way.

It had been just on 8 months since the horrific but ultimately decisive battle that finally saw the end of the millions of years old war. Everyone had been working non stop to help those injured in the fighting, collect and honor the dead and rebuild Autobot City and Cybertron itself. No easy task with so few Cybertronians now remaining and the humans pushing hard and less fair terms on them for help and supplies.

A small number of Decepticons had already come to the new Prime, Rodimus, with requests for amnesty for varying reasons ranging from simply being tired of everything and wanting to be free of their old lives to those who badly needed medical help or were simply starving. Several in need of vital repairs were brought by those who wanted escape the egotistical ravings and failing rule of Starscream who was determined to keep the Decepticons together as an army no matter the cost.

The self proclaimed new Lord of the Decepticons heavy handed attempts to keep the remaining Decepticons at his side and under his rule were already failing. He couldn't keep his soldiers properly fueled let alone get them the repairs many still needed. More than a few had died from untreated internal damage or shut down into stasis from a combination of damage and starvation. Rodimus Prime had already sent word that he would be willing to send help and any supplies they could spare if Starscream agreed to the simple terms of a complete cease fire, but the seekers ego wouldn't let him back down, not now. He'd won his 'rightful' place as ruler and wasn't about to bow to the new sniveling upstart of a Prime.

Glancing down at his bondmate, arms wound securely around each others waists, Skyfire couldn't help the proud grin plastered across his face plates. Optimus had been in stasis lock for nearly 6 months. His internal injuries had been extensive including scorching and cracks deep within his laser core and some worrying processor damage from severe overheating.

Things had been touch and go for longer than the shuttle liked to remember. Between new vital parts being rejected, some existing parts failing under the strain and frequent bouts of chromic spark arrhythmia many began to simply give up hope that the former Prime would ever awaken from stasis. Skyfire had been told several times to prepare for the worst and put together an entombment plan for himself and his mate, but he had never given up. Everyday he could feel his mate's spark steadily growing stronger, the wispy sensations across the bond slowly developing clarity and he knew one way or another his stubborn mate would come back to him.

In the end Skyfire's determination and Optimus' own tenacious will saw him finally awaken after 6 months in stasis lock. The only sign of some lingering processor issues was his sketchy memory concerning the final battle and some months before it.

Finally after an extended 2 month stint in the med bay Optimus had been formally discharged. The added time included his recovery from having his reproductive systems reconnected, much to the shuttle's joy. What was meant to be one long but fairly straight forward procedure had turned out to be much more intensive than originally expected requiring one major and 3 minor surgeries to complete. In the end it had thankfully all gone well and now Optimus was free to live with his mate, which was why Skyfire was so gleefully happy right then.

Since the war was all but over and Optimus was no longer the Autobots leader - having passed the matrix on to Hot Rod, now Rodimus Prime - and had been all but told by Ratchet he was no longer to be involved in any further skirmishes that may crop up 'or he would have all his primary motor function relays shut off and confined to the med bay again', so he had finally stopped wearing his protective mask all together. This both pleased Skyfire seeing his mate so happy and relaxed, but it also left the shuttle a little jealous.

Those beautifully crafted, though damaged, face plates once reserved just for his optics, were now on display for any mech to see. The few times Optimus had been allowed out of the med bay for an hour or so many a mech and femme had stared, and not always favorably. Just in the short walk to their quarters the shuttle had sent a few mechs and the occasionally femme running when their stares, some appraising others shocked, lingered far too long for his liking.

Sending a death glare at yet another mech who'd stopped and was openly gawking slack jawed at his mate, Skyfire was about to snap at them to keep their optics to themselves when long fingers dug into his side. "Cut that out. They are just surprised to see me without my mask, Sky." Optimus chided his bondmate, giving their waist and affectionate squeeze. "Yeah, I know, but do they have to gawk and drool over you like they've just noticed you're a hot piece of aft?" Skyfire jokingly groused, pulling his mate tight to his side.

Laughing Optimus gave the shuttle a lopsided, sultry grin, voice turning to a low purr. "Maybe that's because I am." He teased running a finger down the shuttle's cockpit, spark pulsing out strong waves of affection through the bond. "Yeah, but you're my hot piece of aft." The shuttle growled possessively, leaning down to steal a chassed kiss from his mate.

"It's cute an' all, but would ya'll mind gettin' a room already!" A gruff, thickly accented voice barked behind them. Turning the pair found Ironhide standing behind them optics narrowed, stout arms crossed over his wide red chest, but a smile twitching at the corners of his thin derma.

The two glared back, but there was no real heat in their stares. Barking a laugh the bulky red mech gave them both strong pats on the arms. "Just good ta see ya up an about Pri- ah mean Optimus. Good ta see ya happy too Skyfire. No offence but ya'll been radiatin' black depression an' glarin' death at any mech who so much as looked at ya sideways fer months."

Smiling warmly, something which Ironhide was still getting used to actually seeing, Optimus returned the hearty pat on the shorter mech's shoulder. "Thank you, old friend. It is good to finally be out of the med bay and out from under Ratchet's watchful optics."

"Yep, that wouldn't surprise me. Had Hatchet harpin' an' snappin' at me for weeks fer getting' shot ta pieces in that fight. He's still pissed at me even now fer nearly gettin' mah self slagged… Uh…" Optimus didn't need to look at his mate to know they were glaring at the old warrior, normally boundless patience worn thin. He could feel the sharp prickles of his growing irritation seeping through the bond. "I'll let ya two go. Ya got's 'private' catchin' up ta do. Seeya round Optimus, Skyfire." With that the elder mech beat a hasty retreat.

:: You need to learn some manners and patients love. :: Optimus chastised his mate again as they resumed their walk to their new shared quarters.

:: I'm tired of being patient and ridiculously nice to everyone so they would leave me be and so Ratchet wouldn't kick me out of the med bay for 8 pit damned months! And I'm tired of having to share you with everyone else all that time. I want you all to myself… I need you so much right now it hurts. :: Pulsing his love and burning need through the bond, Optimus reciprocated feeling the same deep longing and the almost painful, desperate pull of his spark towards theirs. :: I know, I feel it too. ::

Ignoring all other distractions and quickening the pace it was only a matter of minutes before they reached Skyfire's old quarters. As soon as the door were closed and locked they turned to one other, arms looping around each other and derma meeting in a passionate kiss, sparks literally flying where derma and plating touched. Despite the long painful separation - even though they had only ever been a matter of meters a lot of the time - they took their time with one another. Hands slowly remapping out sensitive hot spots while their mouths and glossa worked together in a long synchronized dance.

Moving to the berth, they silently agreed that they wanted to be on equal grounds with their first merge in months. Neither would be in the dominant position, but both would be equally sharing control and putting their chests at the near perfect level to merge. Sitting on the berth, long legs folded under him Skyfire watched as his mate fluidly moved to straddle over his lap. Large white hands guided his mate's hips as they maneuvered to physically join their bodies.

Optimus moaned softly as he finally got at least part of what he wanted of his mate, his large spike sliding home with some resistance. As soon as the spike was fully hilted, tip easily pushing past the end of his valve, a burning hot charge ran through his systems along with the now familiar sensation of his spark being constricted in its casing and his internals pulling tight. He didn't wait for his body to adjust, the all encompassing need to move drove him to push against his mate's steadying hold.

Groaning at the familiar tight, gripping heat surrounding and squeezing his spike, Skyfire supported his mate's lower back as they began a steady rolling rhythm of slow rise and fall. Internal walls rippling and clutching around him, creating delicious friction and charge as his own hips shallowly rolled to meet each of his mate's movements. Wanting to savor every second after too long apart and how close they came to loosing one another, they moved together at a much slower pace than their usual interfacing practices.

Skyfire panted and moaned along with his mate, finally getting the kind of physical contact he had had been sorely craving - petting barely warm plating and holding their hand didn't count in his book- but it wasn't enough. "I need you…mm… all of you." Skyfire whined into his mate's audial, crushing their lips together in a feverish kiss as Optimus pressed and ground their chests together creating small sparks.

:: Then what are you waiting for? :: Skyfire shuddered at the desire laden pulse he received. Pulling his mate back just enough to allow their chest plates to part, their movements slowed as Optimus first helped pull his mate's then his own chest plates open.

Skyfire stared at his lover's strongly pulsing, larger than normal, spark. Small wisps of blue mingled in with the white gold marking Optimus as his as much as the wisps of gold within his own white blue spark mark him as theirs. Unable to wait any longer Optimus hugged his mate tightly to him, their sparks gleefully reaching out and instantly twinning together.

The shuttle shared everything his mate had missed in his time offline and before the major defining battle, not sparing one single sight, sound or emotion. He showed him the good and the bad. The moments of happiness when those missing were found alive along with the wrenching pain of ferrying home those lost, both human and Cybertronian. Despite his want to be constantly at his bondmate's side, the shuttle had set aside his selfish needs many times early on, putting himself to use after his repairs to try and help others where he could to regain some sense of order amongst the chaos.

Optimus silently absorbed it all, taking in the shuttle's emotional pain and returning great flows of love, appreciation and reassurance, soothing his mate's rattled processor and sensitive spark. The shuttle was truly a pacifist to the spark and the sights he had witnessed in the days after the final battle had shaken him badly. No amount of general bond sharing could quite smooth the edges or deliver the unimaginably deep level of cathartic release like a full merge.

So caught up in one another and the reaffirmation of their bond, neither noticed the increased heat in Optimus chest flowing down into his abdomen, how Skyfire's spark energies were being drawn into the very center of Optimus' core or the increasingly dense loops of plasma-like energy flowing around and through their merged sparks. Crying out one another's names, they reached their peak with an explosive whip-crack of released energy.

Skyfire's crushing hug around his mate, held him firmly in place as he released his code baring transfluid deep into his lover's willing body and the discharge from their sparks rebounded over and over between them. Fingers digging in at the base of white wings, Optimus shook hard with the intensity of their mutual overload, armor plates rattling as the burning heat and sharp charge tearing through every line in his frame. The energy flow between them seemed to carry on for an eternity before it eventually abated and they ever so slowly they came down from their shared overload, foreheads pressed together as their sparks reluctantly unwound and returned to the confines of their own chambers.

Neither noticed the excess energy still curling around Optimus spark as they slowly released their near crushing grips on one another. Bodies trembling from the massive energy release, they barely managed to lie down properly on the berth before recharge claimed them.

TBC