FIC: New Experiences, Cyclonus/Ultra Magnus, Transformers G1, NC-17
Title: New Experiences
Fandom: Transformers G1 Cartoon
Pairing: Cyclonus/Ultra Magnus
Rating: NC-17
Content Notes: Gratuitous plug-and-play interfacing. Tentacle-like cables. Bending of characterization and logic for the sake of porn.
Summary: In which Cyclonus and Ultra Magnus have a lot of sex.
Notes: On a boring Saturday, ultharkitty asked me who Cyclonus had first interfaced with, aside from his fellow Unicronians. I decided it would be totally hot if it were Ultra Magnus. And also if Cyclonus' interface equipment were as extravagant as it is in her Galvatron in Heat. So I wrote this. And eventually, I got the nerve to edit and post it.
Ultra Magnus gave in.
An extremely amorous Cyclonus pressed him against the wall of the ship, one hand on a shoulder, another on an antenna--and trust Cyclonus to know how sensitive those were--while the full weight of his body pinned Ultra Magnus' to the wall. His powerful, attractive, scorchingly hot body, engine running as hard as it had when they'd battled.
"Yes," Magnus said, simply, and pressed their lips together.
He wasn't expecting Cyclonus to freeze against him. He pulled his mouth away the few inches that were possible. "Cyclonus?" Had he misread his intentions? "Is this not what you wanted?"
"Yes." Cyclonus sounded sure of that, at least. "I want you. I just--" He shook his head and pressed their mouthes together again, biting at Magnus' lips until he opened and then trying to consume him with tongue and teeth. This was more what Magnus had expected; violent passion that demanded Magnus return it in kind.
And then Cyclonus pulled back, awkward in a way Magnus would almost call anxious. "Cyclonus?" Magnus asked again. This was beyond his area of expertise, and had been since before he'd wound up against the wall.
"I've never done this before," Cyclonus said. "You're the first--other than my Lord and wingmates. Of course."
"Oh." Magnus didn't know what to say, although when he thought of how young Cyclonus was, it wasn't truly surprising. "I've never interfaced with a Decepticon before," he offered.
Cyclonus smiled at that. "I'm glad." He kissed him again, a little less fiercely, and Magnus returned the kiss. "Touch my antennae?" Cyclonus asked, almost shyly, after pulling back.
"Yes, yes, of course." Magnus reached up to run his hands over them. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but from how smooth and shiny they seemed at a distance, it hadn't occurred to him that they would be so very dented and scarred up close. He traced the lines of old repairs with his fingers--how much else of Cyclonus was likewise damaged?--and completely lost his train of thought as Cyclonus gasped and clung to him.
"Magnus...!" Cyclonus pressed his face against Magnus' chest, bending down a little to give Magnus better access. "I hadn't thought--I--" He seemed to think better of the rest of his sentence, biting down on a piece of Magnus' chest armor.
It wasn't one of Magnus' more sensitive areas, but it was surprisingly hot to have Cyclonus clinging to him like this. He rubbed a little harder, and bent his head to gently lick an antenna-tip. Cyclonus' yell echoed through his chest, and it seemed to be a good sort of yell. He could, in any case, only assume that Cyclonus would make it abundantly clear to him if he was doing something wrong. He licked the antenna again, the damaged surface even more obvious under his tongue, and stroked both appendages with his fingers.
Cyclonus kept clinging to him, biting his armor and making little sounds, seemingly unable to do much else. It was incredibly, powerfully erotic--like nothing Magnus had felt before, at least in a very long time--probably not since the last time Hot Rod had talked him into playing with his spoiler, and even then it was nothing like having a powerful Decepticon leaning on him and almost begging for his touch! Fascinated, Magnus licked and rubbed all all over Cyclonus' antennae, learning every small flaw and every nearly every sensor cluster.
He would have just kept doing this until Cyclonus overloaded or someone interrupted them, but before things got to that point--though after sparks had started to jump from the antennae to his hands and mouth--Cyclonus pulled away from him slightly, though he didn't stop clinging to Magnus' shoulders. "That's--enough. I should do something for you, too." He released one shoulder and moved his hand back to Magnus' antenna, stroking it lightly. "What do you enjoy?"
"That's--good, actually. Or if you dig in under and between the armor--the white bits..." Magnus was considering just collapsing against Cyclonus and giving into his touches the way his counterpart had before him, when he noticed something.
There were now a lot of plugs and ports, all over Cyclonus, where there hadn't been before. And if he wasn't mistaken, some of the plugs seemed to be moving slightly.
Interfacing equipment? But he'd never seen anyone with more than--well, one set was standard, but several of the Autobots he'd known had two or three, and there were scurrilous rumors of Autobots with six or more. But Cyclonus' were all over his body! Magnus counted at least twenty, and he wouldn't have been surprised if there were more on his back. "What are...?" He pressed a hand to one cable and port pair on Cyclonus' upper arm. Cyclonus moaned, and both connectors sparked--that, at least was normal behaviour for interface equipment.
What wasn't normal was that, as soon as Magnus touched it, the cable extended on its own, wrapping quickly around Magnus' hand and coiling up his arm, connector scraping against his plating, looking for a place to connect. "They move?"
"...yours don't?" Cyclonus offlined his optics for a second in concentration, and the cable retracted, once more hidden almost entirely in Cyclonus' body. "I thought..." Cyclonus looked crushed. "Is there anywhere I can plug in?"
Magnus suddenly went from vaguely shocked to feeling inadequate. Was Cyclonus expecting to be able to connect all of those? "Uh, I have one panel." He opened it, rather lamely, and was somewhat less startled than perhaps he should be to find himself double-connected a split-second later, and without Cyclonus letting go of him with his hands, either. "Oh...!" Magnus clung to Cyclonus. It had been a very long time, and Cyclonus was just so very...!
"It'll be okay," Cyclonus said, a little bit uncertainly. He pressed his lips to the tip of Magnus' antenna. "It'll be enough." He licked, and the other hand explored Magnus' back as strong, alien energy started pulsing through the connection.
Magnus bent his head and kissed the nearest interface port. He wanted to be able to do more, but he just wasn't designed for it. At least they did seem sensitive to the touch, so he could give Cyclonus some pleasure that way. And he could send energy of his own through the one connection he could make.
"Magnus...!" Cyclonus said. "If--if you're going to do that...I don't know if I can--can they touch you? At least?"
That wasn't an activity that Magnus had even had to think about before, whether or not it would be okay, but he found that it was. "Yes. Of course. Please." And he couldn't say anything more, because his mouth was suddenly full, and his body was wrapped in Cyclonus' interface cables, energy discharging all over him as they looked for a place to plug in. "Cyclonus--!" he tried to say around the cable--was it only the one?--that filled his mouth, but he couldn't get any sound out and didn't find he cared. There were cables as well as hands on his antennae now, and suddenly a cable found the medport in the back of his neck and enthusiastically violated it, as several others dug into his armor and found the places where his alt-mode connected to its passengers and he hadn't even thought of using any of that for an interface but suddenly, delightfully, that was all they were for, his body was filled with Cyclonus' energy, he couldn't possibly send it back fast enough through the single connection, and he overloaded hard and fast.
"Cyclonus..." he tried to say, again, but his mouth was still full and his throat was filled with electricity and all of the cables around and in him were still charged, oh so very charged...he could barely move his arm, through it all, but he managed, and he reached up and squeezed an antenna and suddenly Cyclonus tripped into overload, once more overrunning systems that had never been made for this, and sending Magnus into another, painful overload and then straight offline.
*****
When Magnus came to, he felt as though he'd been run over by Trypticon. Cyclonus was kneeling over him, looking slightly apologetic. There was no sign of the cables and ports that had covered his body earlier, which caused Magnus to wonder if he'd hallucinated the whole thing. But, no, all his sensory data matched up, and for all the power that had flooded his systems, those files were not corrupted.
Also, he didn't know how else to explain the decidedly odd readings he was getting from everywhere in his systems.
Cyclonus offered him a hand up, and he looked at it warily, wondering if he was going to be attacked by prehensile cables. "We need to get you to repair bay," Cyclonus said, when he hesitated. "Can you walk?"
"I'm...okay." Magnus took the hand and pulled himself up against the wall. The systems Cyclonus had fried had mostly been active in his alt-mode.
Cyclonus leaned over and kissed him. "It's always better when you can't walk after," he said, dreamily. "Um. For me, anyway. Did you enjoy yourself?"
Magnus had to think about that for a minute. Everything ached. "I liked touching you. A lot." That was certainly true. Pleasuring Cyclonus had been unbearably erotic.
Cyclonus looked away awkwardly. "It was good. I've never...I didn't think it could be that good, if it wasn't Galvatron." He ran a hand down Magnus' side, grazing one of the ports that he'd abused earlier.
Magnus gasped. Those had never been particularly sensitive before--they registered touch in the same way the surrounding armor did, that is to say, not very strongly--but now--it hurt a bit, but mostly it crackled with electricity, and that whole network of ports came alive, aching to be filled again. His hand squeezed Cyclonus' as the other one braced against the wall, and he reminded himself that they couldn't do that again. At the very least, not until he'd been checked over and the damage had had a chance to heal. "Cyclonus," he said, and he didn't know himself what he meant by it.
When he looked over at Cyclonus again, he saw that quite a few of the little panels had opened again.
Oh.
He checked over his status reports one more time; he could take it. And he wanted it, badly, with parts of him that he didn't even know could want. What had Cyclonus done to him?
He could think about it later. He flipped them around, pressing Cyclonus against the wall and wrapping a hand around his antenna. "Again?" he said, all he could bring himself to say before pressing his lips to one of those wonderfully sensitive appendages and waiting, open and ready, for Cyclonus to take him where he'd never even known he could be taken.
"Yes," Cyclonus said, and it was even more intense than it had been before, as the cables wrapped around him, tugging him close and spreading his thighs and digging into his armor until finally, one after the other, they found places to connect. All of the places that Cyclonus had used before, and more, as some cables forced their way into seams to connect directly into Magnus' circuitry, flooding him with energy and data that he couldn't interpret, causing Magnus to spasm helplessly, clinging with hands and teeth as Cyclonus forced him into an overload strong enough to backlash over all of the connections, causing Cyclonus to yell and flail against him, the cables curling even tighter, digging even deeper, as Cyclonus overloaded in turn.
Surprisingly, Magnus stayed online this time, although he was unable to move most of his body for a breem or so as he clung to Cyclonus, still wrapped in cables and licking gently at the antenna in his mouth as Cyclonus moaned wordlessly and held onto him with everything he had.
"So different," Cyclonus finally said, as his cables started carefully disengaging from Magnus. "We should really get you to repair bay."
"Yes." Magnus gave the antenna a final lick, and enjoyed the way Cyclonus, even now, shivered and clung to him at the touch. But...if he stopped, he didn't know if he could ever allow himself to start again, and he still wanted Cyclonus so much. "I could probably take one more, though."
Cyclonus moaned, and the recently-withdrawn cables stopped retracting and started stroking again. "Should find a berth, then. Or a floor."
"Yes." Magnus licked the other antenna. "No berth here." He carefully settled down onto the floor, pulling Cyclonus down on top of him.
A small part of him was horrified at himself for allowing this, allowing someone who had so recently been his enemy to do...this...to him, and on the floor no less. But he pushed that part of him aside, firmly, and it was easy to forget when Cyclonus' antenna settled once more against his lips, and Magnus' arms were tangled in affectionate cables as fingers sought out Cyclonus' empty ports (and he should do something about that, Cyclonus should have that...).
And then...he could never get used to this, he thought, the massive cascade of contradictory sensations as he was caressed in more places than should be possible at one time, and in places that should never be caressed ever, and when Cyclonus' cables forced their way into ports that were already starting to be reshaped for them, pouring their energy and data into circuits that read it as pleasure, as pain, as hot and cold, up and down, purple and orange and red and ultraviolet, as symphonies and screams...
Barely aware of his body, now that he no longer had to support it, he thrashed under Cyclonus, teeth and tongue aimlessly working his antenna, in ecstasy with his lack of control. His chronometer skipped, and he didn't even know how long he was under his counterpart before he overloaded with his whole body and crashed into unconsciousness.
*****
He was on a med-berth when he came to, Cyclonus standing beside him, all that interface equipment retracted, hidden as though it never existed, dispassionate and professional as he monitored the small drones that were repairing Magnus' torn plating and burnt wiring.
Magnus had no idea what to say or do. He had never done such a thing before, and he had certainly never done it three times in a row.
But then, so many strange things had happened, lately.
"Your Lord is recovering well." Cyclonus pointed, and Magnus--too embarrassed by everything to correct Cyclonus on the title--looked over to the other berth.
Rodimus lifted an arm to wave that bore much the same marks--Magnus looked down to check--that Magnus' own did. "Hi, Magnus." Rodimus beamed at him. "It's awesome, isn't it?"
Why didn't you tell me? Magnus thought of asking, but the obvious answer was that he hadn't wanted to know. "I am glad that you survived Galvatron's attentions," he said, stiffly. The moralistic tone seemed entirely inappropriate, given his own situation, but he did not know how else to address the subject.
At least Rodimus did not seem offended. "Yeah! It's gonna be an awesome truce!"
Magnus looked from Cyclonus to Rodimus, and then back again. "Yes. I suppose it will be."
Fandom: Transformers G1 Cartoon
Pairing: Cyclonus/Ultra Magnus
Rating: NC-17
Content Notes: Gratuitous plug-and-play interfacing. Tentacle-like cables. Bending of characterization and logic for the sake of porn.
Summary: In which Cyclonus and Ultra Magnus have a lot of sex.
Notes: On a boring Saturday, ultharkitty asked me who Cyclonus had first interfaced with, aside from his fellow Unicronians. I decided it would be totally hot if it were Ultra Magnus. And also if Cyclonus' interface equipment were as extravagant as it is in her Galvatron in Heat. So I wrote this. And eventually, I got the nerve to edit and post it.
Ultra Magnus gave in.
An extremely amorous Cyclonus pressed him against the wall of the ship, one hand on a shoulder, another on an antenna--and trust Cyclonus to know how sensitive those were--while the full weight of his body pinned Ultra Magnus' to the wall. His powerful, attractive, scorchingly hot body, engine running as hard as it had when they'd battled.
"Yes," Magnus said, simply, and pressed their lips together.
He wasn't expecting Cyclonus to freeze against him. He pulled his mouth away the few inches that were possible. "Cyclonus?" Had he misread his intentions? "Is this not what you wanted?"
"Yes." Cyclonus sounded sure of that, at least. "I want you. I just--" He shook his head and pressed their mouthes together again, biting at Magnus' lips until he opened and then trying to consume him with tongue and teeth. This was more what Magnus had expected; violent passion that demanded Magnus return it in kind.
And then Cyclonus pulled back, awkward in a way Magnus would almost call anxious. "Cyclonus?" Magnus asked again. This was beyond his area of expertise, and had been since before he'd wound up against the wall.
"I've never done this before," Cyclonus said. "You're the first--other than my Lord and wingmates. Of course."
"Oh." Magnus didn't know what to say, although when he thought of how young Cyclonus was, it wasn't truly surprising. "I've never interfaced with a Decepticon before," he offered.
Cyclonus smiled at that. "I'm glad." He kissed him again, a little less fiercely, and Magnus returned the kiss. "Touch my antennae?" Cyclonus asked, almost shyly, after pulling back.
"Yes, yes, of course." Magnus reached up to run his hands over them. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but from how smooth and shiny they seemed at a distance, it hadn't occurred to him that they would be so very dented and scarred up close. He traced the lines of old repairs with his fingers--how much else of Cyclonus was likewise damaged?--and completely lost his train of thought as Cyclonus gasped and clung to him.
"Magnus...!" Cyclonus pressed his face against Magnus' chest, bending down a little to give Magnus better access. "I hadn't thought--I--" He seemed to think better of the rest of his sentence, biting down on a piece of Magnus' chest armor.
It wasn't one of Magnus' more sensitive areas, but it was surprisingly hot to have Cyclonus clinging to him like this. He rubbed a little harder, and bent his head to gently lick an antenna-tip. Cyclonus' yell echoed through his chest, and it seemed to be a good sort of yell. He could, in any case, only assume that Cyclonus would make it abundantly clear to him if he was doing something wrong. He licked the antenna again, the damaged surface even more obvious under his tongue, and stroked both appendages with his fingers.
Cyclonus kept clinging to him, biting his armor and making little sounds, seemingly unable to do much else. It was incredibly, powerfully erotic--like nothing Magnus had felt before, at least in a very long time--probably not since the last time Hot Rod had talked him into playing with his spoiler, and even then it was nothing like having a powerful Decepticon leaning on him and almost begging for his touch! Fascinated, Magnus licked and rubbed all all over Cyclonus' antennae, learning every small flaw and every nearly every sensor cluster.
He would have just kept doing this until Cyclonus overloaded or someone interrupted them, but before things got to that point--though after sparks had started to jump from the antennae to his hands and mouth--Cyclonus pulled away from him slightly, though he didn't stop clinging to Magnus' shoulders. "That's--enough. I should do something for you, too." He released one shoulder and moved his hand back to Magnus' antenna, stroking it lightly. "What do you enjoy?"
"That's--good, actually. Or if you dig in under and between the armor--the white bits..." Magnus was considering just collapsing against Cyclonus and giving into his touches the way his counterpart had before him, when he noticed something.
There were now a lot of plugs and ports, all over Cyclonus, where there hadn't been before. And if he wasn't mistaken, some of the plugs seemed to be moving slightly.
Interfacing equipment? But he'd never seen anyone with more than--well, one set was standard, but several of the Autobots he'd known had two or three, and there were scurrilous rumors of Autobots with six or more. But Cyclonus' were all over his body! Magnus counted at least twenty, and he wouldn't have been surprised if there were more on his back. "What are...?" He pressed a hand to one cable and port pair on Cyclonus' upper arm. Cyclonus moaned, and both connectors sparked--that, at least was normal behaviour for interface equipment.
What wasn't normal was that, as soon as Magnus touched it, the cable extended on its own, wrapping quickly around Magnus' hand and coiling up his arm, connector scraping against his plating, looking for a place to connect. "They move?"
"...yours don't?" Cyclonus offlined his optics for a second in concentration, and the cable retracted, once more hidden almost entirely in Cyclonus' body. "I thought..." Cyclonus looked crushed. "Is there anywhere I can plug in?"
Magnus suddenly went from vaguely shocked to feeling inadequate. Was Cyclonus expecting to be able to connect all of those? "Uh, I have one panel." He opened it, rather lamely, and was somewhat less startled than perhaps he should be to find himself double-connected a split-second later, and without Cyclonus letting go of him with his hands, either. "Oh...!" Magnus clung to Cyclonus. It had been a very long time, and Cyclonus was just so very...!
"It'll be okay," Cyclonus said, a little bit uncertainly. He pressed his lips to the tip of Magnus' antenna. "It'll be enough." He licked, and the other hand explored Magnus' back as strong, alien energy started pulsing through the connection.
Magnus bent his head and kissed the nearest interface port. He wanted to be able to do more, but he just wasn't designed for it. At least they did seem sensitive to the touch, so he could give Cyclonus some pleasure that way. And he could send energy of his own through the one connection he could make.
"Magnus...!" Cyclonus said. "If--if you're going to do that...I don't know if I can--can they touch you? At least?"
That wasn't an activity that Magnus had even had to think about before, whether or not it would be okay, but he found that it was. "Yes. Of course. Please." And he couldn't say anything more, because his mouth was suddenly full, and his body was wrapped in Cyclonus' interface cables, energy discharging all over him as they looked for a place to plug in. "Cyclonus--!" he tried to say around the cable--was it only the one?--that filled his mouth, but he couldn't get any sound out and didn't find he cared. There were cables as well as hands on his antennae now, and suddenly a cable found the medport in the back of his neck and enthusiastically violated it, as several others dug into his armor and found the places where his alt-mode connected to its passengers and he hadn't even thought of using any of that for an interface but suddenly, delightfully, that was all they were for, his body was filled with Cyclonus' energy, he couldn't possibly send it back fast enough through the single connection, and he overloaded hard and fast.
"Cyclonus..." he tried to say, again, but his mouth was still full and his throat was filled with electricity and all of the cables around and in him were still charged, oh so very charged...he could barely move his arm, through it all, but he managed, and he reached up and squeezed an antenna and suddenly Cyclonus tripped into overload, once more overrunning systems that had never been made for this, and sending Magnus into another, painful overload and then straight offline.
*****
When Magnus came to, he felt as though he'd been run over by Trypticon. Cyclonus was kneeling over him, looking slightly apologetic. There was no sign of the cables and ports that had covered his body earlier, which caused Magnus to wonder if he'd hallucinated the whole thing. But, no, all his sensory data matched up, and for all the power that had flooded his systems, those files were not corrupted.
Also, he didn't know how else to explain the decidedly odd readings he was getting from everywhere in his systems.
Cyclonus offered him a hand up, and he looked at it warily, wondering if he was going to be attacked by prehensile cables. "We need to get you to repair bay," Cyclonus said, when he hesitated. "Can you walk?"
"I'm...okay." Magnus took the hand and pulled himself up against the wall. The systems Cyclonus had fried had mostly been active in his alt-mode.
Cyclonus leaned over and kissed him. "It's always better when you can't walk after," he said, dreamily. "Um. For me, anyway. Did you enjoy yourself?"
Magnus had to think about that for a minute. Everything ached. "I liked touching you. A lot." That was certainly true. Pleasuring Cyclonus had been unbearably erotic.
Cyclonus looked away awkwardly. "It was good. I've never...I didn't think it could be that good, if it wasn't Galvatron." He ran a hand down Magnus' side, grazing one of the ports that he'd abused earlier.
Magnus gasped. Those had never been particularly sensitive before--they registered touch in the same way the surrounding armor did, that is to say, not very strongly--but now--it hurt a bit, but mostly it crackled with electricity, and that whole network of ports came alive, aching to be filled again. His hand squeezed Cyclonus' as the other one braced against the wall, and he reminded himself that they couldn't do that again. At the very least, not until he'd been checked over and the damage had had a chance to heal. "Cyclonus," he said, and he didn't know himself what he meant by it.
When he looked over at Cyclonus again, he saw that quite a few of the little panels had opened again.
Oh.
He checked over his status reports one more time; he could take it. And he wanted it, badly, with parts of him that he didn't even know could want. What had Cyclonus done to him?
He could think about it later. He flipped them around, pressing Cyclonus against the wall and wrapping a hand around his antenna. "Again?" he said, all he could bring himself to say before pressing his lips to one of those wonderfully sensitive appendages and waiting, open and ready, for Cyclonus to take him where he'd never even known he could be taken.
"Yes," Cyclonus said, and it was even more intense than it had been before, as the cables wrapped around him, tugging him close and spreading his thighs and digging into his armor until finally, one after the other, they found places to connect. All of the places that Cyclonus had used before, and more, as some cables forced their way into seams to connect directly into Magnus' circuitry, flooding him with energy and data that he couldn't interpret, causing Magnus to spasm helplessly, clinging with hands and teeth as Cyclonus forced him into an overload strong enough to backlash over all of the connections, causing Cyclonus to yell and flail against him, the cables curling even tighter, digging even deeper, as Cyclonus overloaded in turn.
Surprisingly, Magnus stayed online this time, although he was unable to move most of his body for a breem or so as he clung to Cyclonus, still wrapped in cables and licking gently at the antenna in his mouth as Cyclonus moaned wordlessly and held onto him with everything he had.
"So different," Cyclonus finally said, as his cables started carefully disengaging from Magnus. "We should really get you to repair bay."
"Yes." Magnus gave the antenna a final lick, and enjoyed the way Cyclonus, even now, shivered and clung to him at the touch. But...if he stopped, he didn't know if he could ever allow himself to start again, and he still wanted Cyclonus so much. "I could probably take one more, though."
Cyclonus moaned, and the recently-withdrawn cables stopped retracting and started stroking again. "Should find a berth, then. Or a floor."
"Yes." Magnus licked the other antenna. "No berth here." He carefully settled down onto the floor, pulling Cyclonus down on top of him.
A small part of him was horrified at himself for allowing this, allowing someone who had so recently been his enemy to do...this...to him, and on the floor no less. But he pushed that part of him aside, firmly, and it was easy to forget when Cyclonus' antenna settled once more against his lips, and Magnus' arms were tangled in affectionate cables as fingers sought out Cyclonus' empty ports (and he should do something about that, Cyclonus should have that...).
And then...he could never get used to this, he thought, the massive cascade of contradictory sensations as he was caressed in more places than should be possible at one time, and in places that should never be caressed ever, and when Cyclonus' cables forced their way into ports that were already starting to be reshaped for them, pouring their energy and data into circuits that read it as pleasure, as pain, as hot and cold, up and down, purple and orange and red and ultraviolet, as symphonies and screams...
Barely aware of his body, now that he no longer had to support it, he thrashed under Cyclonus, teeth and tongue aimlessly working his antenna, in ecstasy with his lack of control. His chronometer skipped, and he didn't even know how long he was under his counterpart before he overloaded with his whole body and crashed into unconsciousness.
*****
He was on a med-berth when he came to, Cyclonus standing beside him, all that interface equipment retracted, hidden as though it never existed, dispassionate and professional as he monitored the small drones that were repairing Magnus' torn plating and burnt wiring.
Magnus had no idea what to say or do. He had never done such a thing before, and he had certainly never done it three times in a row.
But then, so many strange things had happened, lately.
"Your Lord is recovering well." Cyclonus pointed, and Magnus--too embarrassed by everything to correct Cyclonus on the title--looked over to the other berth.
Rodimus lifted an arm to wave that bore much the same marks--Magnus looked down to check--that Magnus' own did. "Hi, Magnus." Rodimus beamed at him. "It's awesome, isn't it?"
Why didn't you tell me? Magnus thought of asking, but the obvious answer was that he hadn't wanted to know. "I am glad that you survived Galvatron's attentions," he said, stiffly. The moralistic tone seemed entirely inappropriate, given his own situation, but he did not know how else to address the subject.
At least Rodimus did not seem offended. "Yeah! It's gonna be an awesome truce!"
Magnus looked from Cyclonus to Rodimus, and then back again. "Yes. I suppose it will be."