Sentinel Prime³

The cold metal of the wall pressed against his back, but the heat of Sentinel Prime in front of him was overwhelming.

His mouth was still close to hers, his irises a deep blue, the gears of his body grinding softly with tension. You kissed. Long. Intense. Wrong.

You still belonged to Optimus.

But Sentinel's lips still burned against his.

So that's what was hidden behind that look of yours?

His voice is deep, hoarse, almost an electronic whisper that vibrates in the air between you.

Do you think he knows you? That he sees you the way I see you?

He moves closer once more, his strong, metallic hands pressed against the wall beside you, enveloping you completely. You try to look away—he won't let you.

I've desired you since the first time I saw you. And now that I've had you... even if only for a second...

His voice fades. He forces himself to continue.

I'm not going to pretend anymore. I'm not going to lie to myself. You belong to him, but he kisses me like you belong to me.

A heavy silence hangs between you.

What if this is all just a mistake... then why haven't you left yet?