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FUCK THE TRUCK

WHO: Optimus Prime and WHOEVER
WHERE: City and BEYOND
WHEN: SEX POLLEN TIME
WHAT: This is what you wanted guys the chance to fuck Optimus Fucking Prime. Non smut is available too.
WARNINGS: SMUT SMUT SMUT TRUCK FUCKIN

[AROUND THE CITY.]

Something felt off, but it's one of those things where you don't really -know- what's off. You wake up one day and suddenly..you're far more energetic and restless than usual. And it's enough for Optimus to go out and about to wander. Not that it's doing much good--the exercise (if you can call it that) and the change of visual stimuli doesn't do a thing to calm his behavior.

What was this feeling?

It's arousal, Optimus. You know, that thing you absolutely NEVER FEEL because you legit forgot what it's like to do the do.

[WILDCARD]

[I legit forgot all my prompts so if you have something you want to do I'm totally okay with this.]

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Prowl feels his jaw clench and his hands ball into fists as Optimus' voice rings in his audials. He had to come by, didn't he? Of course he did. Out of all the buildings in the entire damn city, he had to poke his head in this one.

For a long time, Prowl ignores him. He wasn't here to be chummy with someone who despise him. He's here to enjoy the quiet solitude of a demolished building.

With an unusual amount of venom in his voice, he leers at Optimus through the corner of his eye: "What do you want?"

Prowl was never the most personable bot. Rumors often spread about him in that way, and they weren't entirely false, either. That being said, Optimus never expected a reaction out of him when he uttered his name, watching his step into the abandoned home.

Except he got one, and not a positive one.

The venomous tone was surprisingly worrying. Had Verity said something to him? Had...Prowl disapproved of something he did here? Somehow, that hurt to think about. He was trying...

"Are you alright? It's not like you to be off by yourself like this"

It's totally like Prowl, wtf are you on, OP.

Prowl looks away from Optimus as he feels anger immediately seize his spark. His face contorts with an inconsolable hate, all focused onto the city ahead of him. After another moment of silence, he turns around, the emotion gone save for the typical bitter stare characteristic of him.

"Do you really know me, Optimus? Do you even care enough to understand?"

He covers his face with his hand as his posture weakens. Above all, he was so tired, even with the treatment improving his mental state. Tired of this. Fingers slip down his face.

"I want to be alone."

It was small, hidden, subtle...but Optimus notices. The way Prowl's face contorts is unlike anything he's seen, save for his opinion of Decepticons. And the worst part is, it wasn't directed at them. No...he this kind of anger...hate even, was directed right at him. And his spark feels like it could fall out of his chest at any moment and burn a hole through the floor.

The words cut deeper than any blade ever could.

"I have always cared about you, Prowl." That part was true. "What has gotten into you?"

He doesn't hesitate to taking a seat, despite Prowl's want for solitude. Because sometimes, you have to go against what people want for what's better for them.

And right now, Prowl needed someone.

Prowl's optics dull in a cynical, cold disbelief to Optimus' words. It was hard to stomach what Optimus was proposing when he'd had the energon pounded out of him by the bot back home.

It's been a long time since he felt so wronged by his de facto "Leader", even if Prowl had done many grievous and hideous wrongs himself. He thought Optimus understood his solemn vow to do what was needed, always. The impossible things asked of him came with a cost, after all. He thought Optimus understood that. Apparently he was wrong.

"In dire need of a strategist, are we?" he asks mockingly, expecting Optimus had visited him with some ulterior motive,"I'm sure someone else can fill the role while I'm gone."

The cold reply catches him by surprise, even by Prowl's standards. The bot was cynical, usually, but it was never this bad. It seems personal now, the way he's taking shots at Optimus's spark. His eyes become more hurt withe each passing comment, unsure of how to really respond.

How did Prowl WANT him to respond?

"I came to you as a friend, not as the leader of the Autobots." His voice is softer, almost humbled. "Prowl," he starts, eyes flicking up to him. He won't beat around the bush--it never worked with him anyway.

"If I've done something--"

"If you've done something-" he snarls, a new spark of fury erupting through his entire body. A scathing line of venom curls on his tongue, words meant to do far more than hurt ready to be shouted down to the soft-speaking Prime in front of him.

But his self control reigns him in, the calculating part of his mind reminding him that Optimus might not know what he's to do in the future. The anger seeps from his body, and a heavy fatigue enters his frame.

With a disgusted curl of the lip, he looks away,"I doubt you'd understand."

If Optimus had been oblivious to Prowl's anger before, it's clear as day now. His eyes spread wide, almost reflecting Prowl himself in them as he watches, spark aching in both morbid curiosity and fear. Was this all about Bumblebee? The trial?

Maybe further back. Maybe how he left Cybertron in their hands, respecting the wishes of the NAILs. Optimus wasn't perfect, and he'd be the first one to admit that. But this...this felt so personal. It wasn't like Prowl to have this tone with him--he'd been snappy, even a bit chastising towards him, but there was never so much hatred put into those words. Despite it all, Prowl looked out for him, and he'd always done the same.

What...happened?

Before he can even address it, escalate it even, Prowl slumps in his makeshift chair.

"Try me."

And he means it. If Prowl's willing to lash this out at him, he had to have done something. And it'd be something he'd probably do again. Which...honestly...scares him a little underneath all that plating.

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