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Title: Breaking Rank
Prompt: Not the Time
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: R
Series: Transformers (G1)
Characters: Optimus Prime, Skywarp
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: “It's always the time.”
Author's Notes:
Written for pellimusprime in response to a meme I put up. I think this is only my..second? time writing Skywarp so I apologize if he's a bit out of character. This just kind of started running away with itself, and I will gladly blame the music I was listening to for that.
But, I hope you enjoy it!
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Optimus' back slammed against the wall as a force seemingly out of nowhere collided with him, effectively pinning the Prime as his captor gave a pleased sort of hiss. Chestplates ground together as his attacker grabbed his wrists, red optics glinting wildly.
“Prime.”
“Skywarp.”
Someone was shouting and the distinct sound of a shot being taken was heard but then it was gone. The scene changed and as a slight bout of nausea overtook his systems, Optimus realized they had warped away from the battlefield. He was shoved backwards again though this time Skywarp kept distance between them, the purple and black flier watching him with an odd sort of gaze. Prime hesitated, not willing to take his gaze off the seeker though a voice in the back of his processor was telling him to do something, anything.
“..Why did you bring me here?”
“Tch, maybe I just wanted to make your precious little army fret,” Skywarp snapped, moving suddenly as he began to stalk around the larger bot, a smirk dancing across his lip components suddenly. “Throw them off so Starscream and the others can have some fun.” As the seeker circled him Optimus moved with him, turning so he was always facing the other, fists clenching lightly at his sides. “What's wrong, Prime? I thought you and I could spend some quality time together! Megatron always gets to play with you and Starscream's always trying to do his thing..Gotta admit, I was getting kind of jealous.”
“This is hardly the time to play, Skywarp. I doubt your commander will be pleased with your actions.”
“He'll get over it.”
“Will he? Or have you gone against orders and are merely delaying the inevitable?” Optimus retorted, optics dimming to a narrow as the seeker stopped, staring off at nothing before he was suddenly in front of the larger bot again, slamming into him with enough force to send Optimus stumbling back again. This time the seeker didn't stop there, warping closer and throwing himself against the other as the pair fell backwards, several trees crashing down under their weight as the Prime found himself pinned down on his back with Skywarp on top of him. Red optics blazed as the flier dug his fingers into the other mech's shoulders, metal screeching as his grip tightened enough to leave visible marks in Optimus' paint. He jerked against his captor and made to grab him but Skywarp was quicker, knocking his arms away before swinging a hand around to land a blow across the larger mech's jawline. Warnings flashed across Optimus' HUD briefly and then there was another punch, his battlemask caving some under the force though it was merely dented, not broken.
“Teach you to talk like you know anything!” Skywarp snarled, landing another punch before he shifted his position and slammed his knees down onto Optimus' arms as best he could, bearing down on the other as the Prime thrashed some. While Optimus definitely had size on him Skywarp was persistent and stubborn, unwilling to release his captive even as the other swung a knee up and into his back. Wincing as pain sparked through his systems, Skywarp made an annoyed sound as his denta plating ground together and he swung wildly, slamming his fist into Optimus' faceplate once more. A shower of sparks followed the action as the optic he had assaulted cracked, the Prime reeling in momentary shock-giving Skywarp more than enough time to once more take control of the situation. His freehand grabbed at the other mech's throat as the other was pressed over the damage optic, his palm shoved against it as a manic sort of grin appeared. Neck cables caved in just slightly as he tightened his grip, simultaneously digging his palm into Optimus' optic, keeping the Prime frozen in place now as his vents cycled quickly, warnings blaring through his processor.
“I'm in control, not you,” Skywarp hissed, straightening up some then shoving his weight down into a jab with his knee, grinding it down into Optimus' arm. “This is my game and you'll play because I said so.” Prime's functioning optic brightened then narrowed again and he gathered his strength once more and started to surge upwards--
Only to have the entire world spin as they warped once more, the seeker slamming him back into the ground some distance away from their previous spot. Optimus let out a muffled cry as the force of the slam caused Skywarp's hand to crush the damaged optic further, his back struts sparking with pain as several boulders dug into and cracked his plating. The Prime was partially upright now, sprawled backwards against the rocky outcropping Skywarp had taken them to, the flier bearing down on top of him with a knee rammed into his hip, the other wrapped around his opposite leg. He readjusted his grip on the other's neck as he withdrew his opposite hand, quite pleased with the side of the darkened optic lens. Leaning in his glossa flicked out to lap at the damaged glass, a happy hum coursing through him. Optimus' tanks churned as he tried to jerk again, flier snickering, obviously amused by the reaction he had garnered from the larger mech.
“Aw, what's wrong, Optimus? Oh, wait, that's right. 'Not the time' right?” He snorted, rolling his optics as that dangerous gleam slid back into them, a delighted purr pulling from his vocal processor as Optimus' vents began to whirl faster when the cables under Skywarp's grip began to crush. The seeker leaned in bypassing the optic now in favor of nuzzling at Optimus' audio as he ran his free hand down between them, tracing over the Autobot's chestplate, vents cycling excitedly as he felt the thrum of Optimus' spark.
“It's always the time for something like this.”
Prompt: Not the Time
Author: crazedwolf
Rating: R
Series: Transformers (G1)
Characters: Optimus Prime, Skywarp
Warnings: Violence.
Summary: “It's always the time.”
Author's Notes:
Written for pellimusprime in response to a meme I put up. I think this is only my..second? time writing Skywarp so I apologize if he's a bit out of character. This just kind of started running away with itself, and I will gladly blame the music I was listening to for that.
But, I hope you enjoy it!
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Optimus' back slammed against the wall as a force seemingly out of nowhere collided with him, effectively pinning the Prime as his captor gave a pleased sort of hiss. Chestplates ground together as his attacker grabbed his wrists, red optics glinting wildly.
“Prime.”
“Skywarp.”
Someone was shouting and the distinct sound of a shot being taken was heard but then it was gone. The scene changed and as a slight bout of nausea overtook his systems, Optimus realized they had warped away from the battlefield. He was shoved backwards again though this time Skywarp kept distance between them, the purple and black flier watching him with an odd sort of gaze. Prime hesitated, not willing to take his gaze off the seeker though a voice in the back of his processor was telling him to do something, anything.
“..Why did you bring me here?”
“Tch, maybe I just wanted to make your precious little army fret,” Skywarp snapped, moving suddenly as he began to stalk around the larger bot, a smirk dancing across his lip components suddenly. “Throw them off so Starscream and the others can have some fun.” As the seeker circled him Optimus moved with him, turning so he was always facing the other, fists clenching lightly at his sides. “What's wrong, Prime? I thought you and I could spend some quality time together! Megatron always gets to play with you and Starscream's always trying to do his thing..Gotta admit, I was getting kind of jealous.”
“This is hardly the time to play, Skywarp. I doubt your commander will be pleased with your actions.”
“He'll get over it.”
“Will he? Or have you gone against orders and are merely delaying the inevitable?” Optimus retorted, optics dimming to a narrow as the seeker stopped, staring off at nothing before he was suddenly in front of the larger bot again, slamming into him with enough force to send Optimus stumbling back again. This time the seeker didn't stop there, warping closer and throwing himself against the other as the pair fell backwards, several trees crashing down under their weight as the Prime found himself pinned down on his back with Skywarp on top of him. Red optics blazed as the flier dug his fingers into the other mech's shoulders, metal screeching as his grip tightened enough to leave visible marks in Optimus' paint. He jerked against his captor and made to grab him but Skywarp was quicker, knocking his arms away before swinging a hand around to land a blow across the larger mech's jawline. Warnings flashed across Optimus' HUD briefly and then there was another punch, his battlemask caving some under the force though it was merely dented, not broken.
“Teach you to talk like you know anything!” Skywarp snarled, landing another punch before he shifted his position and slammed his knees down onto Optimus' arms as best he could, bearing down on the other as the Prime thrashed some. While Optimus definitely had size on him Skywarp was persistent and stubborn, unwilling to release his captive even as the other swung a knee up and into his back. Wincing as pain sparked through his systems, Skywarp made an annoyed sound as his denta plating ground together and he swung wildly, slamming his fist into Optimus' faceplate once more. A shower of sparks followed the action as the optic he had assaulted cracked, the Prime reeling in momentary shock-giving Skywarp more than enough time to once more take control of the situation. His freehand grabbed at the other mech's throat as the other was pressed over the damage optic, his palm shoved against it as a manic sort of grin appeared. Neck cables caved in just slightly as he tightened his grip, simultaneously digging his palm into Optimus' optic, keeping the Prime frozen in place now as his vents cycled quickly, warnings blaring through his processor.
“I'm in control, not you,” Skywarp hissed, straightening up some then shoving his weight down into a jab with his knee, grinding it down into Optimus' arm. “This is my game and you'll play because I said so.” Prime's functioning optic brightened then narrowed again and he gathered his strength once more and started to surge upwards--
Only to have the entire world spin as they warped once more, the seeker slamming him back into the ground some distance away from their previous spot. Optimus let out a muffled cry as the force of the slam caused Skywarp's hand to crush the damaged optic further, his back struts sparking with pain as several boulders dug into and cracked his plating. The Prime was partially upright now, sprawled backwards against the rocky outcropping Skywarp had taken them to, the flier bearing down on top of him with a knee rammed into his hip, the other wrapped around his opposite leg. He readjusted his grip on the other's neck as he withdrew his opposite hand, quite pleased with the side of the darkened optic lens. Leaning in his glossa flicked out to lap at the damaged glass, a happy hum coursing through him. Optimus' tanks churned as he tried to jerk again, flier snickering, obviously amused by the reaction he had garnered from the larger mech.
“Aw, what's wrong, Optimus? Oh, wait, that's right. 'Not the time' right?” He snorted, rolling his optics as that dangerous gleam slid back into them, a delighted purr pulling from his vocal processor as Optimus' vents began to whirl faster when the cables under Skywarp's grip began to crush. The seeker leaned in bypassing the optic now in favor of nuzzling at Optimus' audio as he ran his free hand down between them, tracing over the Autobot's chestplate, vents cycling excitedly as he felt the thrum of Optimus' spark.
“It's always the time for something like this.”