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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[kidstoday]

Nothing like colliding with a mech full force and sending him slamming through a building to get the energon pumping through his lines. As Cyclonus gathers himself inside the building, Galvatron floats his way up over to the hole, pressing one hand against the crumbling wall before setting one foot inside. With the rockets off, he has to pull his way in, but his expression is smug as he looks at his former bodyguard's optics.

"You seem distracted, Cyclonus. Your reaction time was better than this. Have you been spending too much time around these soft mechs?"

His own armor is barely even scratched, but he brushes at it anyway, pollen falling away from his vents as he flares them. He's not ashamed to be affected; if that was the planet's whim, then there was little he could do to protest, annoying or not.

[tsunclonus]

"Galvatron," Cyclonus snarls as his former leader steps through the hole he'd just created with Cyclonus's body.

Heat blazes through him like lava filling his fuel lines. Part of it's anger. Part of it is the pollen. But part of it is the attraction cultivated in him over millions of years that a few years apart can't have hoped to completely crush. It all mixes together in a potent burn, along with the sting of Galvatron's insult - how many times would others get the drop on him while this pollen sullied his systems?

His civility falls away quickly as he falls back into what he'd been twisted into by millions of years in the Dead Universe: a violent, savage thing barely restrained by a mask of calm conduct. This was not a good day for his sanity.

In a snap, he shifts from sprawling over the ground to a crouch, coiled like a spring. A split second later he launches himself at Galvatron, with a roar that's half engine and his claws bared.

[kidstoday]

Galvatron catches Cyclonus smoothly, a move practiced over millions of years of familiarity, sliding back towards the hole they had made in the wall. Even as the claws bite into his arms he pushes back, red light flaring from his optics and engine roaring, and as his turret scrapes the corner of the crumbling building he twists, twirling them both into another wall away from the plunge below.

"I can feel your need," he hisses. How he could, sharp against his field. "You should have come to me."

Galvatron scoffs at the thought of Cyclonus seeking relief with the youth. They wouldn't understand how to satisfy a warrior's desire. Their frames were old, touched by the Dead Universe, and yet-- he doesn't feel that taint in Cyclonus. It was possibly the first time he noticed the loss of connection with him.

That just makes him pissed off.

[tsunclonus]

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.

[kidstoday]

They've had their squabbles before. The Ark was not necessarily a peaceful ship-- too many old warriors, too proud, and one scheming hideous traitor of a mech. Galvatron enjoyed this side of Cyclonus in the same way he enjoyed war; anger heated his playing, made it ripple and flare, and the spill of blood was much like the spill of transfluid.

He snarls, reeling back slightly as his former second's fangs sink into the softer metal mesh of his lip. His mouth floods with energon, sliding down his thoat and over his lip, and pulling back makes the stab of pain worse.

He stops himself, revs his engine, and then presses forward instead, crushing his bloodied lips against Cyclonus's own, biting back just as hard. Galvatron shifts, his fingers leaving dents in the mech's shoulders as he shoves closer, trying to smother his body and field with his own.

Mine!

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.