The Garage

Instinct screaming at you that he was a predator, and the almost cat like visage of his face and helm didn't help that feeling. Especially as those blue optics studied you in silent appraisal as Ratchet exited the bay that'd been this mechs home for almost a year now; that you visited regularly. Giving a nod to you in passing with a knowing smile.

But there was no judgement in the dark mechs calm gaze as it became just the two of you, at least noticeably. Did he approve? Now able to see you fully, instead of just a visiting voice to talk to before he even had working optic array to see your face.

You'd started falling for him, around the second month as his dry humor and reserved kindness started to show itself. The mech was passionate, in everything he deemed worth his time and something in you hoped you fit into that bill.

"Are you going to come here?" The amused tone rolled through you in its familiarity, but more intense with a full frame to broadcast it. Somehow this felt so much more real, earth shifting and you weren't sure what to do as you stood there. Everything was different now.

"Uh...yeah-yeah sorry just. Wow." Seeing the large frame, the weapons and the subtle grace despite his build it was a bit surreal to take in as he shifted on his pedes, not approaching but waiting. The smirk became more noticeable at the obvious flustering, as you willed your feet to move and get closer.

"Good -." the praise hit and you had to take a second to pause again just after getting your feet to move, that sinful voice hitting that secret kink to cause a shudder to shoot down your spine. A faint lift to his brow ridge gave away he knew exactly what he'd done. Snorting in amusement at you, to where the steam was visible in the cooler air, you waved a hand at him as if to shoo him away.

"Oh fuck me, not fair. You know damn well."

His OCD and methodical methods to everything made sense after he'd felt comfortable enough to open to you. Having that battle computer sounded like hell, as well as heartbreaking. To have something mess with your emotions enough you crashed regularly.

  You'd tried to help him find ways to unwind, that satisfied the different particulars that regularly drove him but it was a hard task. Especially with him so professional and so *driven*. It's what was making you love him, if you admitted it to yourself. So when he'd come to visit you unannounced on way back from a patrol, you'd  been practicing shibari ties on yourself. So he'd gotten to see you in a makeshift harness you'd manage to start at least when you'd sheepishly opened the door. It'd been admittedly a surprise that he'd looked fascinated after the initial confused alarm. Explaining it didn't have to be sexual, but was really good for communication and trust. To make yourself pause and process. 

Taking the time to bring him in and show him videos and the books you had from a local class you took to learn it just solidified his curiosity. 

Your tent however was definitely not going to survive this, it wasn't rated for gusts this strong even with the upgraded ground stakes to help hold it down, let alone the amount of rain that decided to appear a day early. "I have an idea." The voice from the big SUV was almost shy, headlights dim to illuminate the campsite enough you could see him through the tent fabric. "Yeah? What's up Breaker?" knowing he could hear you where you were huddling in your sleeping bag, grimacing as the tent walls flexed and billowed inwards. Desperately trying to keep dry but if it tore open... It was going to be a long night. "I'll rearrange my seats, you can sleep in my cab? At least you'd be dry and warm until morning." The tent would likely be trashed but he'd get a new one.

Deep down the mech hoped you'd agree. The protective urge was nearly overwhelming, especially as your teeth chattered and it got colder as time drew on. This was supposed to be a fun trip, he'd promised to take you to see the mountain lake you'd heard about hidden in the mountains that Hound had shown him. The thoughtful silence wasn't unnoticeable even with the wind howling around the both of you.

"Please? The forecast says this is just the start, its going to get worse. I really don't want you getting injured or sick." He didn't trust that tent not to shred itself with how it was bowing and twisting. "…Okay." It was weird to think of sleeping in him, it'd taken you a bit of time to be comfortable with just riding with them. Having to think of it like carrying a small pet in a pocket verses…'inside' inside.  But he'd pulled up to just in front of your tent, and you scooted out of your bag and did a quick roll of it with your pillow. Soon as you unzippered the door, the real extent of the nasty weather really hit you. Trailbreaker had gotten as close as he could, door opening quickly so his interior lights could guide as you bolted the scant feet to get to him. His whole backseat was folded into a platform with his cargo area, making plenty of room to stretch out. It took some wiggling but you got your sleeping bag and pillow situated, though with how he'd set himself up it was comfortable even without.

For being a POW technically, the accommodations weren't horrific, and because of such the mech had been amicable to you. More interested in just talking, it'd started cautious-of course remembering he was a tactician. His whole job was scheming basically. But he never prodded for personal info, and when the pallet had tipped and took the whole forklift with it when you'd brought stuff in; he'd actually been panicked the restraints he had actually barely holding as he'd stretched to reach you. Just barely able to reach and help right the machine. His energon cube ignored, and it was the first time he'd ever touched you. Large fingers just barely curled and drew you into his palm and he brought you to his chest in a dizzying speed that it took a second to register you were very much where you shouldn't be. But as you looked up at him, he just gave a low reassuring hum as the pad of a large finger stroked your cheek. Both of you stunned realizing you were in physical contact with the other.

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That’s how it'd started, the curiosity and then mutual attraction. Both of you were lonely, and it hadn't taken long for comparing similarities to species. The mech couldn't mass displace, or wouldn't due to the situation which you understood after he'd cautiously explained it. But he had no shame in showing you his spike. Ridges, and lights it was like a high end toy that you flustered at, at the local adult shop. When you braved touching it, you could feel it almost hum from his internal systems. Fluid beaded and escaped the tip as he vented harshly, but he didn't move as you boldly explored him. When it'd been your turn to let him see, you felt almost bashful as you stood nude in front of him.

Venting in however, he scented how aroused you were. Not unaffected by his dominance, or him hunting you. Claiming you. Hand flexing against your wrists he let them go after feeling what seemed like a creak of bone threatening to break. Instead his hands grabbed your hips, yanking them up so he could slide against you, slicking himself and torturing you both. Jaws finally releasing, he spoke. "You know better." It was a chastisement as well as a warning. Tempting fate and trying to escape him would end poorly if you kept it up. A groan escaped you, yes you'd ran. Fearful of the almost unhinged mech at your back, despite how much your body had started craving him. Even now as he started to press the broad head of his spike to you. Forcing you to submit and take him in a solid movement. "Please." What were you begging for you didn't know, but the slap of his hips made you see stars as he set a brutal rhythm. "This is mine, you're mine. To fill and breed, until I have nothing to give you. Do you understand?" The question was accentuated by a brutal thrust that nearly hurt. A shocked half scream escaping before pleasure made you helplessly moan a plea for more. "Answer me. Who do you belong to?" Another sharp thrust made you keen, bucking under him before he held still, not letting you crest that final bit as you trembled.

Unable to help yourself, you caught yourself dragging your nails on the steering wheel again, amused by his reaction then startling when something wrapped around your legs. A quick glance down made you freeze, pliant, surprisingly warm cables had snaked around your legs- stopping just short of going to the apex of your thighs over your work pants. 

"Two can play that game if you insist. I also have no qualms with starting right here."     "You wouldn't." The almost stoic mech didn't seem the type you thought, feeling he was bluffing like all the earlier flirts.    "Oh?" The tone was amused, almost surprised at you calling him out as windows started darkening much to your surprise, leaving you in darkness.    "Watch me." He added while rumbling darkly, unable to see what he was doing was a different thrill, right as you felt more of the cables start sliding under your clothes to force them off. You were pretty sure one ripped in his intensity but you didn't care as you were just short of man handled. The leather of his seat on your bare skin, as you were pinned there the only real contact you had any sembelance of control of as your wrists were caught and bound, held above your head to the headrest. Thighs held apart, a touch of warm metal touched your thigh, brushing in a ghost of a touch up before shamelessly stroking against you.     "Oh-" a cable snaked to gently gag, a chuckle leaving him. Arching, the cable wasn't dettered, the tip nestling before gliding in, thick but not impossible.    "Be a good little one, and take your pleasure while I get us somewhere private." The press into your heat was slow, giving a chance to adjust before white hot pleasure made you boneless in surrender at the first withdraw and thrust of the warm metal. The methodical way he was working you unfair, a needy whimper as he kept you just at the edge-stopping just before you could crest the peak.    "Not until I say so."     You felt movement, barely. A sense of motion as he started moving, the pressure of being pushed into his seat the only sign he'd accelerated.  

While you lived close to base it never seemed so far away, by the time he'd parked at your house and the windows lightened you were a trembling needy mess. The makeshift gag moved away and you immediately threw any shame out the window.    "Please, Hide I need you."    "I  know." The withdraw was agonizing in the best way, leaving you bereft and desperate as his door popped open. Thankfully you lived in the middle of nowhere and no one would see you nude as you near collapsed out of the large Topkick.     Barely turning in time to see his transformation, then mass displace.     "Oh."  

Scooping you up like you weighed nothing, he wasted no time getting you inside. Your back quickly meeting your bed before he was on top of you. 

  But it was the thrum of power that got you, feeling it vibrate deep in your chest enough it stole your breath. It was a thrill unlike no other, and idly you had to wonder if everyone else here felt it too and was just as addicted to the feeling. Or if they were just watching their favorite racers and you were a weirdo.     Well, it didn't matter. This was your safe zone. It was a K cup race, nothing fancy-no big names. Though 2 cars stood out, endorsements seeming to almost be hazy like a misprinted lable making it near impossible to guess. The numbers on the side seemed slapped on compared to the others. The green and blue impala though were dominating the track, gliding through the rush of metal like dancers to the front. Then letting themselves fall back as if toying with them.     The list of drivers didn't really identify them-so who were they?  -- 

But that was as crazy as you felt, cursing feeling paranoia over what was an extremely expensive car. In as basic middle class at best suburbs.  But the silver shine always caught your eye, and you cursed the anxiety you felt of starting to look forward to spotting him like a twisted where's waldo. Especially the days you didn't see him. How you knew it was a him you weren't sure, but something in you hummed when you saw him. Cars didn't normally catch your eye, they were transport or a way to flaunt money. For some reason though, this one just clicked. After you'd bumped into the car-literally- just being distracted trying to get through the parking lot of your local grocery, it'd suddenly become a fixture in your life.  

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Patrols weren't supposed to take as long as he did. No no, they were supposed to go do scans, sneak in and out and not draw attention. Usually boring and given to him as a punishment for causing chaos. But along one route, that he'd insisted he keep taking watch of since, willingly, he'd spotted you. Sideswipe felt his systems hum, engine giving a content grumble at the memory of your field meshing with his that brief contact. The biofield somehow soothing the frazzled static of his spark and bringing a sense of calm, and relief. Then a wash of want, a craving. Instinct urged him to protect more fiercely then the gladiator turned front line warrior usually felt towards the small organics. He'd become addicted in an instant and couldn't help trying to see you every chance he got.     Though, the others were getting suspicious honestly. Him so willing to do patrols suddenly, being less volatile and not nearly maiming Skids and Mudflap on the regular was getting him on the radar. So he was only slightly surprised when Prowl followed him on patrol one day, not even attempting to hide it. His superiors field curious, but not intrusive. But somehow he caught on he always stopped near an apartment building.     :: Found someone you like hm?::  There was no judgement, just an honest question.  The frontliner wasn't sure how to answer, or explain. The sensation and instinct usually reserved when finding someone of their own kind. Yet a human triggered it. Scrap maybe he was broken, should have mentioned it to a medic.    ::It feels like an Elan but...::