rodion | DON'T COUNT MISTAKES I LOST TRACK OF THEM

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DON'T COUNT MISTAKES I LOST TRACK OF THEM

( He's in trouble. He's Rodimus, the younger of Nova's two candidates for Prime, and he is absolutely in trouble. It's not his fault. He just happened to be somewhere where trouble results, although okay - that part isn't new.

And he knows exactly how he got here in the first place, it's the same as it always is.

Orion frowns at him every time he leaves the Primal Basilica dressed in a cloak - knowing full well that he's going to go to those places that Nova finds unlawful and unruly. Sure, the other Prime in training had attempted to stop him before, to no avail. That makes something twinge in Rodimus because he likes Orion, he really does.

Then again, most people like Orion 'Super Cop, Future Prime' Pax. Because apparently some people like having a career that's pointless once you know you'll carry the Matrix. He guesses that has to do with Orion having spent some of his life from out of Nova's influence - maybe that made you like police work.

Not that Rodimus would know what that's like - Nova snatched him up two days after he was forged, as if he knew exactly where to find him. Must be a 'wisdom of the Matrix' thing. Find your replacements before someone else does and what not. But it boiled down to the fact that he'd never really got to know or experience life outside the basilica walls and for every time Nova told him he shouldn't or couldn't go out - he did.

Which is how he ends up standing over someone he punched into a wall - thanks Galvatron and Cyclonus for teaching him that one - inadvertently starting a bar fight that he is determined to win. Rodimus is pretty sure that as a mysterious cloaked and hooded figure, he definitely looks awesome which negates the trouble.

Mostly. )

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You said you wanted to go to one.

( Mmhmm. His laugh is bright even if he smothers some of it in the plating of Minimus' shoulder. Distracting Minimus is quickly becoming one of his favorite things to do.

Rodimus has to leave his comfortable position to finish getting Minimus' inner thighs, helm coming to rest against his hip. But that's alright because he's just going to press his lips against one of the transformation seams - if they're transformation seams at all, can this armor even transform? - before tossing the used cloth aside. )

You'd better not suddenly grow ten feet, I don't think I could get used to looking up at you.

( Because that's what he's doing from where he's nestled against his side, grinning like the idiot he is. )

I still do.

[ Not letting that go, which at least gives him something to focus on outside of Rodimus' hands. Another little shiver runs through him at the kiss against his hip. He finally looks at Rodimus, only a little tentative when he reaches down and trails his fingers along the side of his face.

A pause then. ] Would it bother you. If I were larger?

I'll take you with me next time there's one I have to attend.

( He shrugs, sliding his hand up the plating of Minimus' thighs until it rests on the opposite hip as the one his helm is pressed against. )

Why, suddenly planning on getting an upgrade for your armor? ( A chuckle, because he thinks he's so clever. ) Nah, not really. As long as you're still Minimus Ambus.

[ He makes a soft, thoughtful noise. More static than anything as his hands stroke down over the part of Rodimus he could reach. ]

It's not feasible, but I have thought about it.

[ The touch lingers over the dents he left in Rodimus' frame and he frowns, tracing them lightly. ] I've marked you.

( Rodimus hums in return at the touch, pressing the side of his face further against the smooth plating of Minimus' hips and legs. )

Think of the size of your mustache. ( Is he ever going to let that go? Hint: no. No he is not. ) Minimus, what if it stops being cute and starts being dignified?

( Said as if this is the most horrific thing that he could possibly imagine. But whatever ridiculousness he's going to follow it up with is put on hold - Minimus' touch causing him to shiver slightly. He's known they were there - his systems had registered the dents like they would any other external damage, yet Rodimus had been completely unbothered by their presence. Or the fact that they'd been made at all.

Something to think about. Later, though. )

Harming a Prime is a criminal offense. You might have to arrest yourself.

( Teasing, and if Minimus can't see his grin he can at least feel it against him. )

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You're being ridiculous.

[ To all of that. But he keeps tracing the marks, briefly sliding his hand down to fit into the dents. He can feel the grin against his plating, but he also felt the shiver and... This is doing things to him, sending a thrill through his spark that feels inappropriate. ]

I could hardly handcuff myself.

Mmm, but I could. There's probably a law: "the Primes have the right to take officers into custody if the officer has broken or obstructed the law," or something.

( At which point he flicks his gaze up, hands skimming up Minimus' sides. There's a wicked twist to his grin now - and he makes sure he's locked optics with the other bot while pressing his lips to a seam in Minimus' inner thigh, dragging his tongue along it for good measure. )

This isn't dancing.

( Not that he's particularly complaining. )

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Somehow I doubt you aren't operating with an ulterior motive.

[ And then words just aren't happening. His jaw drops open which means he's completely incapable of surpressing the sounds that come out of him. He can. Respond. He can keep himself together. ]

I'm still dirty.

[ wait. ]

I can't believe you'd think so little of your future Prime.

( He can, actually. But it doesn't phase him in the slightest how well Minimus might be able to peg him - he'll worry about it later. Instead he's just focused on this, a low rumble of laughter escaping him. )

Are you sure? I thought I did a decent job.

( But, well, where's the harm in double checking? Which means that Rodimus is just going to have to drag his tongue across the plating of Minimus' inner thighs. Slowly, and occasionally pressing an open mouthed kiss to the exposed joint of leg and hip.

Just to be sure. )

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I think I'm starting to know you.

[ And yes, that's it, that's the last of his rationality. He'll spread his legs a little wider to give Rodimus room and then... ]

There's... A spot you missed.

[ And he did not mean for that to be the qeue for the interface panel to open, but it does. His spike is still behind it's secondary panel, but his valve was already opened, slick and trickling lubricant down his inner most thighs. ]

( Rodimus isn't quite sure how he managed it - twisting Minimus around so he can push him back so that the other bot's back hits the - overly organized - shelving unit, but whatever the case it means that the other has at least something to lean into as he ducks down to let Minimus rest a leg in the space between his shoulder pauldron and his helm. If he's going to do this, he's going to do it properly.

Which means dragging his tongue over the dripping lubricant before tracing the outer rim with it. )

Are you saying I'm wrong?

( Because that won't do at all. )

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[ He isn't paying attention to how he gets there, only that he's there now and that it's a trick of the moment to slide his leg over Rodimus' shoulder. His vents are running full tilt and he shivers, watching Rodimud with wide optics. ]

Yes.

I'm never wrong.

( One of his hands goes to the leg that's up while the other goes to Minimus' hip - running his fingers along the exposed wires of the joint while he purposefully avoids flicking his tongue inside his valve. Instead he continues to circle it, occasionally pulling away to press his lips against the other bot's thighs. )

And this'll put me in the lead.

( Yep he is still keeping score. )

[ He can't stay quiet, but he manages not to beg. Not yet. He arches into the touch of Rodimus' lips, whining faintly. ]

The- The lead?

[ He manages a frown for that. Words are becoming increasingly difficult to process, but that sounds like trouble. ]

Yeah. You know, on who's been right the most.

( Rodimus thinks this entire evening should put him far into the lead, but that's just him. He could get used to these sounds from Minimus - dragging his tongue across the valve teasingly.

Beg for him again, Minimus. )

It's not-

[ He has an argument to that all ready to go, but then Rodimus does. That. And suddenly it seems significantly less important.]

Ah-! Rodimus-

Not a competition? Sure it is.

( That's close, but not quite what he wants to hear. Which means he's just going to place an open mouthed kiss to his valve, sucking slightly. And, at the same time, tugging on some wires his wandering hands have found while exploring the transformation seams of Minimus' legs and hips. )

Why wouldn't it be?

[ he keens for that, hips twisting up and into the kiss as his head falls back. Whatever argument he might have been working up disappears.]

Please-!

( Nope, still not good enough. He pulls back fully, grinning up at Minimus, even if the other bot isn't looking at his face. Which is a shame, because that means Minimus is missing Rodmus licking the corner of his mouth to wipe away some lubricant.

What can he say? When he wants to win, he goes all in. )

Please what, Minimus?

[ His head snaps up when Rodimus moves his mouth, which is the opposite of what he wants, but it means he's treated to the sight of. That. Just. If there was a sign that this was a terrible idea and arguably the best one he's ever had, this would be it.

His helm falls back again with a hopeless moan. ]

Oh Primus, you'll be the death of me, please, Rodimus, I want your mouth, please!

Much better.

( He can't help laughing, though, and it rumbles through his chest as he puts his head back down. Another second or two of teasing - running his tongue along the edge before finally giving Minimus what he wants and sliding his tongue into the valve, pressing the tip against the first cluster of sensor nodes.

Rodimus' optics dim as he focuses on his task - hands gripping the smooth surface of the other bot's thighs tighter than necessary, as if by letting go he's going to somehow lose his ability to do this. )

[ His hands scrabble back, trying to find a more solid hold on the shelf behind him as his knees very nearly buckle at the feeling. Rodimus' grip on his thighs is almost as thrilling as what he's doing with his mouth, giving Minimus a flash of what he'll look like after. Perhaps he'll have dents of his own.

The thought is enough to make his spinal strut arch and the begging continue, despite already getting what he wants, aside from more, please Rodimus, more. ]

( If not dents, then telltale streaks of yellow at the very least. But with every utterance of his name, Rodimus' ego grows, and the smugness radiates off of him, even as he's on his knees in front of Minimus. He presses his tongue in further, one hand dragging across the plating of the other's leg while his other hand slips beneath a transformation seam to tug at the wires there.

It's hard to hold a conversation like this, so Minimus will just have to be satisfied with a groan from Rodimus - he's never going to not enjoy the sounds Minimus is capable of making. )

[ Minimus would hardly be able to parse words anyway. He shudders for the feeling and the sound of Rodimus' groan and keeps begging, getting exactly what he's desperate for.

It won't take much for him to overload, he's still sensitive and charged from earlier. ]

( Rodimus is banking on that, and picks up speed, occasionally pulling back to run his tongue along the rim. It's sloppy and just as earnest - but Minimus should expect that by now. With practice he'll get better, so there's a reason to continue attempting this.

Hearing Minimus beg for him? That's never going to get old, and he groans again - pressing another kiss against the value before going back to the task at hand. )

Minimus--

( Just keep saying his name like that, that's all he wants. )

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robot sex is weird.

blame the 30 year old fandom man

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