Cyclonus face twists into a snarl, teeth bared like a wild thing as Galvatron slams him into a wall, making his frame flare with heat. He's not even sure there's a difference between his anger and arousal any more. Pain and pleasure have long blended at the edges for him.

Especially with the raw ancient power of Galvatron so close.

"I'm not yours anymore!" he snaps, even as the strong hands on his body, the dominance of Galvatron's field so close screams at him to submit.

With a hiss of rage, he lunges against Galvatron's hold and tries to fasten his teeth on his ex-leader's lower lip.