I knew that 'false spring' thing was going to yank me back so fast I'd get whiplash.
It's sleeting. Mrrgh. -_- Have some porn - this is bribery for caia_comica.
***
Cyclonus pushed the box out from under him and suddenly Rodimus was swinging free, suspended from the ceiling by a single thick chain. More chains wrapped around his torso, held his arms behind him, and - cruelest of all - bound his spoiler, cunningly set so that just enough of Rodimus's weight was hanging from it to cause pain but not damage. Probably. Cyclonus could be mean like that, but when it came to restraining and hurting the Autobot Prime, Cyclonus knew what he was doing.
Rodimus twisted, trying to see behind him; the motion made him rotate slowly in the air. Cyclonus grabbed his thigh just above the knee to hold him still. "Don't fidget, Rodimus."
"I'm not." But Rodimus endeavored to hold still. Cyclonus's grip eased, becoming more of a caress. Rodimus relaxed, taking that touch for a sign of approval.
Another hand gripped Rodimus's aft: harder, hotter. Rodimus writhed as the second mech squeezed just above the hip joint. "He looks lovely, Cyclonus," Galvatron purred, stroking a thumb along the edge of the junction. "Almost as though he's taking flight."
"I'm glad you approve." Galvatron's purr was echoed in Cyclonus's voice - pleased and proud and predatory. Rodimus felt their hunger beating against his plating and moaned. "Would you like to do the honors, my lord? Or shall I hurt him for your viewing pleasure?" Cyclonus asked.
"Why choose, my second?" With Rodimus in chains before him, Galvatron seemed lose some of his filament-trigger temper and become positively good-humored. "You hurt that side. I'll take this side."
"With pleasure, Mighty One." Cyclonus squeezed Rodimus's thigh one last time, a friendly gesture that nevertheless promised the full effect of Cyclonus's skills. Rodimus whimpered as the spacejet let go, losing the discipline to keep himself still along with that contact. His optics shuttered as he squirmed in his bonds and against Galvatron's hand. The warlord purred smugly and squeezed his aft, making him jerk in his bonds.
"So eager to begin already?" Galvatron teased, slipping his hand in between Rodimus's thighs. "You like Cyclonus's pain as much as you do my pleasure, don't you? As long as you get to be touched, my Chosen."
"I'm an attention whore," Rodimus confirmed cheerfully, heels kicking up in a jaunty manner. Galvatron laughed and slapped Rodimus's aft, sending him swinging with a yelp.
"We'll make you say those words again," Cyclonus told him, grabbing Rodimus's ankle to arrest his movement again. "Mighty Galvatron, at your command." There was a crackle-hum and the smell of scorched metal, and Rodimus whined in anticipation of Cyclonus's electrified crop. He squirmed and Cyclonus's hand tightened in silent warning.
"Go!" Galvatron ordered before Rodimus could regain his composure. The crop came down, filling the room with a flash of gold-white and an echoing crack and the smell of Rodimus's paint burning off his thigh. Rodimus cried out, and then cried out again when Galvatron's mouth scorched his opposing hip.
"Another?" Cyclonus growled, leaving no doubt as to what the answer had better be.
"Primus, yes!"
Cyclonus struck again, and Galvatron gripped his thigh to hold him through his thrashing as his hip joint was licked and mouthed. Rodimus wailed, back arched, head thrown back in pleasure and desperation; the shining beauty of him made his Decepticon lovers believe that Rodimus could spread his spoiler like wings and take flight.
***
Cyclonus pushed the box out from under him and suddenly Rodimus was swinging free, suspended from the ceiling by a single thick chain. More chains wrapped around his torso, held his arms behind him, and - cruelest of all - bound his spoiler, cunningly set so that just enough of Rodimus's weight was hanging from it to cause pain but not damage. Probably. Cyclonus could be mean like that, but when it came to restraining and hurting the Autobot Prime, Cyclonus knew what he was doing.
Rodimus twisted, trying to see behind him; the motion made him rotate slowly in the air. Cyclonus grabbed his thigh just above the knee to hold him still. "Don't fidget, Rodimus."
"I'm not." But Rodimus endeavored to hold still. Cyclonus's grip eased, becoming more of a caress. Rodimus relaxed, taking that touch for a sign of approval.
Another hand gripped Rodimus's aft: harder, hotter. Rodimus writhed as the second mech squeezed just above the hip joint. "He looks lovely, Cyclonus," Galvatron purred, stroking a thumb along the edge of the junction. "Almost as though he's taking flight."
"I'm glad you approve." Galvatron's purr was echoed in Cyclonus's voice - pleased and proud and predatory. Rodimus felt their hunger beating against his plating and moaned. "Would you like to do the honors, my lord? Or shall I hurt him for your viewing pleasure?" Cyclonus asked.
"Why choose, my second?" With Rodimus in chains before him, Galvatron seemed lose some of his filament-trigger temper and become positively good-humored. "You hurt that side. I'll take this side."
"With pleasure, Mighty One." Cyclonus squeezed Rodimus's thigh one last time, a friendly gesture that nevertheless promised the full effect of Cyclonus's skills. Rodimus whimpered as the spacejet let go, losing the discipline to keep himself still along with that contact. His optics shuttered as he squirmed in his bonds and against Galvatron's hand. The warlord purred smugly and squeezed his aft, making him jerk in his bonds.
"So eager to begin already?" Galvatron teased, slipping his hand in between Rodimus's thighs. "You like Cyclonus's pain as much as you do my pleasure, don't you? As long as you get to be touched, my Chosen."
"I'm an attention whore," Rodimus confirmed cheerfully, heels kicking up in a jaunty manner. Galvatron laughed and slapped Rodimus's aft, sending him swinging with a yelp.
"We'll make you say those words again," Cyclonus told him, grabbing Rodimus's ankle to arrest his movement again. "Mighty Galvatron, at your command." There was a crackle-hum and the smell of scorched metal, and Rodimus whined in anticipation of Cyclonus's electrified crop. He squirmed and Cyclonus's hand tightened in silent warning.
"Go!" Galvatron ordered before Rodimus could regain his composure. The crop came down, filling the room with a flash of gold-white and an echoing crack and the smell of Rodimus's paint burning off his thigh. Rodimus cried out, and then cried out again when Galvatron's mouth scorched his opposing hip.
"Another?" Cyclonus growled, leaving no doubt as to what the answer had better be.
"Primus, yes!"
Cyclonus struck again, and Galvatron gripped his thigh to hold him through his thrashing as his hip joint was licked and mouthed. Rodimus wailed, back arched, head thrown back in pleasure and desperation; the shining beauty of him made his Decepticon lovers believe that Rodimus could spread his spoiler like wings and take flight.