Catch-All For Cyclonus!

[tsunclonus]

WHO: Cyclonus and WHOEVER
WHERE: Around the city
WHEN: Sex pollen time
WHAT: Cyclonus disapproves of your new plant, Cybertron. Open to both Smut and non-smut if anyone wants to talk to a sexually frustrated Cyclonus
WARNINGS: Smut. Probably some angry Smut.


[A - Beginning]

Cyclonus carefully brushes metallic plants off of the forum console and is rewarded by multiple silver blooms opening up and engulfing him in a cloud of spores.

Backing away quickly, his fans gust a heavy burst of air, trying to purge his systems of the contaminant before it can clog his filters. Like he needs any more dust to wash from his body.

In tune with his body, Cyclonus notices the effects immediately, the early spark of heat that denotes arousal. He grits his teeth. There is nothing arousing about this situation. In fact, he rarely finds anything arousing. And yet the warmth is spreading beneath his plating.

That plant. Putting more distance between himself and the offending flowers, Cyclonus glowers at them and turns to leave, planning to ignore the growing heat until whatever it is passes through his systems.

How hard could it be?


[B - Later]

Cyclonus banks sharply, narrowly avoiding colliding with the side of a building, then drops into a partially controlled fall, transforming at the last moment for a clumsy landing, stirring up clouds of rust and dust.

He leans heavily against a nearby wall, thoughts clouded with crude fantasies caused by the burning flame of arousal those infernal plants lit within him.

He shouldn't have waited. He shouldn't have trusted it to simply fade. And now he can't even concentrate well enough to fly. He craves contact so fiercely, he aches for it.

Legs weak, he forces himself upright and tries to head in the direction of the clinic.

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[tsunclonus]

The taste of energon stings Cyclonus's tongue, his own mixing with Galvatron's as teeth bite at his lips. Spills of glowing pink drip from his hollow cheeks to stain his chin and throat. His teeth only let up so he can gasp and run his tongue over torn mesh, continuing their violent kiss.

His shoulders ache as Galvatron imposes his strength on him, but Cyclonus refuses to yield. Galvatron is not his lord anymore, and his field flares back, pressing stubbornly against his former leader's even as his body presses welcomingly into Galvatron's. He raises his hands to rake long trails over Galvatron's helm and shoulders, his legs coming up to coil around Galvatron's waist, squeezing with fierce pressure.

He's on fire and his body blazes with his need.

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus continues to moan, the deep, rumbling sounds almost musical. His charge builds quickly under Wing's skilled hands and mouth, egged on by the mysterious pollen. Clenching at a particularly hot throb of pleasure, he arches slightly under Wing, pressing into his mouth.

Then his fingers curl under the edge of Wing's helm, gently coaxing him to rise, his lips parted invitingly.

[knightlite]

Wing pulls back, looking almost dazed--his optics flaring bright and his mouth parted and wet until he reaches up to suck slick fingers clean, swallowing a soft moan around them as he does. He climbs back up once he's finished, stretching out next to Cyclonus and kissing him firmly, catching Cyclonus' spike against his hip and grinding in a lazy, shivering push.

He nuzzles kisses down Cyclonus' jaw and throat after a moment and speaks against his audial. "You taste good," he says, almost a sigh with his cooling fans working and his engine rumbling low, turning his words into a purr as his teeth catch at delicate cabling.

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus would prefer to be fighting right now than dealing with... this. Unfortunately he doesn't trust himself to engage in combat at the moment any more than he trusts himself to fly.

Cyclonus pinches his nose harder. "The presence of another means I am not alone."

[system_dp]

Man, just be more stubborn why don't you Cyclonus? Miria let's out a small sigh as she finally breaks eye contact.

"Then I will leave the Cybertronian alone."

And she'll turn on her heel to go in the opposite direction of Cyclonus. No point in staying around and be annoying.

[tsunclonus]

Wing licking his fingers is a sight to make Cyclonus's fans quicken, arousal pulsing hot along his fuel lines. When he kisses him, he can taste himself on his lips and he groans, gripping Wing's hip with a clawed hand and grinding back.

His head tilts back, baring more of his throat for Wing to tease, lazily thinking that he could do with that mouth all over his body.

[knightlite]

Wing hums and leans in, nipping softly along delicate lines before his teeth catch at Cyclonus' collar. His optics flick up, softening as the tip of his tongue traces lightly down Cyclonus' breastplate and he starts pressing lazy, sucking kisses all over Cyclonus' frame. His mouth wanders--down Cyclonus' side, over his belly, long one arm to lick at the bend of his elbow, lips brushing his wrist, before he takes two of Cyclonus' fingers very carefully into his mouth and sucks. His tongue curls against claws and he makes a sweet, hungry little sound, his optics flicking back to Cyclonus' face as he pushes his hips down, shuddering all over lightly.

[tsunclonus]

It's not exactly ticklish, but Wing's mouth is so soft and pleasant and utterly unlike any sexual experience Cyclonus has ever had. It makes the corners of his mouth twitch gradually upward until the swipe of tongue on his elbow has a laugh bubbling forth from his lips.

It seems not only his sexual inhibitions have lowered.

"Careful," he says, voice deep and crackling heavily as Wing sucks his fingers.

The treatment may be gentle, but it's arousing all the same, and he groans softly as his rising charge.

[knightlite]

Wing looks up when Cyclonus laughs, looking startled and then utterly delighted. He smiles back, nipping at the tips of Cyclonus' claws and nuzzling into his palm again.

"I'm careful," he says, his voice thrumming with a laugh of his own, low and warm, his expression almost sweet as he wriggles close to Cyclonus again. "This is nice."

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus looks a bit startled himself as Wing speaks, but he quickly relaxes, shifting lazily against Wing.

"Yes," he says softly. "I suppose it is."

This is probably the most relaxed he's been since he arrived here. It's... Nice to have companionship like this. Not necessarily sexually but just... Close.

His optics dim briefly. He misses Tailgate.

He distracts himself by cupping his palm around Wing's face and urging him into another kiss.

[kidstoday]

Cyclonus's savage resistance barely registers to Galvatron. His optics are blazing, trails of red light following the movements of his head as he kisses his former companion savagely. He breaks the kiss to trail his tongue over the mess of spilled energon running down his neck, then sinks his fangs into the cabling. The armor at his shoulders shreds under Cyclonus's claws, his blood spilling hot from the wounds and dripping down his back.

He doesn't need to reach between their frames to release his aching cord. The warmth of the Tetrahexian's panel so near his own is enough to make it fold away on its own. His cord pressurizes, a thick and heavy organ with studs along the length, and he shoves his hips forward, smearing lubricant and prefluid along the other mech's array and the apex of his thighs.

"Open." Galvatron's voice is barely above a growl from his impatience. He ached to be inside the warm, tight, familiar confines of Cyclonus's valve and to spill himself deep in him, marking him again.

[knightlite]

Wing's expression shifts as he watches Cyclonus until he looks almost sympathetic--but then Cyclonus is pulling him in and Wing sinks into his hold willingly, lips parted and slick and his hands wandering lazily over Cyclonus' plating. Charge is already burning low and hot in his own belly again but he sets it aside for now, content with just this, the warmth of Cyclonus' plating against his and the soft heat of his mouth.

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus cries out at the sting of teeth on his neck, and his own scrape against Galvatron's helm.

He wants to resist the command, just to show that he can. Just to show that he doesn't follow Galvatron's orders anymore. But the heat in his body is too much, the pressure of Galvatron's spike against him too familiar. Even as he digs his claws deeper into his ex-lord's metal his panel slides open, lubricant spilling down his thighs.

Rolling his hips, he grinds his slick mesh over Galvatron's thick cord, hissing with delight at the scrape of the studs.

"Satisfy me," he snarls, grasping for any scrap of control he can.

[tsunclonus]

With a soft growl, Cyclonus shifts until spike presses against spike, rolling his hips in a smooth motion and moaning at the drag of ridges over ridges.

His optics are offline now, simply taking in the sensation of Wing's body against him, the warmth of his lips against his own, the coil of heat in his belly and his spark. It's a sort of meditation, to focus purely on the physical to push away unwanted thoughts.

[kidstoday]

Hot energon, straight from the cabling of Cyclonus's throat, pours into Galvatron's mouth. He swallows the wound's offering, his engine revving as it slides thickly over the back of his tongue, his lips working at the punctures as he sucks.

The slide of a slick, willing valve over his shaft makes his cord throb, the plating rippling with the twitch, and a thick glob of transfluid beads at the tip.

"I'll make you scream," he hisses and shifts his hips, hands raking down Cyclonus's sides as he slides them down to grip the mech's thighs.

Galvatron rocks once, his spike sliding against the swollen mesh, each stud grinding hard as it slides over it. He rocks back roughly, adjusts his hips, and the tip catches on the rim just before it pops into the wet heat. He snarls at the squeeze around the tip, pausing a moment to savor it before he slams his hips all the way to the baseplate, hard enough the grind of metal sparks between them.

[tsunclonus]

It's all so familiar. The pleasure, the pain, the overwhelming crush of Galvatron's field and the press of his body. It makes Cyclonus yearn for a simpler time, of commander and soldier, of following Galvatron to the ends of the universe, of the companionship they once had...

Gone now, and with a frustrated snarl he drags Galvatron up from his neck and into another violent kiss, tasting his own fluids on the warlord's tongue.

His port throbs against Galvatron's spike and he almost does scream as Galvatron slams into him. He refuses to give him that satisfaction, and what escapes him is a choked growl.

He aches with the sudden fullness, legs trembling from the clash of the spike's head against his terminal node, and he finds himself glad for his earlier encounter with Wing. It would have been considerably more uncomfortable to have gone straight from his several years' celibacy to this.

This is no time to wait until he adjusts, though. He has am itch and Galvatron has provided the means to scratch it. Bracing against the wall, he rocks his hips, urging Galvatron on.