"Three Scenes from a Mental Hospital," R-ish
So I've been very firmly Not Allowed to angst about all the fic I should be writing until after I graduate, but I had some time and thinkyness left to spare today so I decided to sit down and do this one. And I'm alarmed at how quickly it poured out - maybe I've gotten to used to my OT4. XD
...Post about real-world stuff coming up, I promise. I just wanted to get this out there first.
Title: Three Scenes from a Mental Hospital
Wordcount: 1028
Content Warning: Sex, violence and other silliness. Galvatron/Rodimus, implied Galvatron/Cyclonus. Definitely NSFW.
Author's Notes: With her permission, a continuation of The 10th Sex by seiberwing.
The mighty leader of the Decepticon Empire (consisting, currently, of one backwater planet and a few satellites, but he was working on it), flung himself with all his considerable strength at the energy bars of his cell. Had they been iron, they would have crumpled; titanium, ripped apart; but energy bars were not subject the same physical laws as solid objects and held Galvatron back amid showers of sparks, though he screamed and pounded on them again and again.
"Galvatron."
Ignoring his cellmate, Galvatron lowered his head and charged again, with the same noisy result.
"Galvatron."
Never mind him. Galvatron swung his fists at the bars, gripped them, tried to power his way through them again. They held fast, humming in mockery, as straight and bright as when the Torkulons had first activated them.
"Gal-va-tron!"
Galvatron whirled, recently-deactivated cannon upraised. "What?"
His archrival faced the cannon down without so much as a twitch, calmly lounging on the bulges of organic material that served as beds. "Calm down," he said in his most Primelike voice. "Beating yourself silly isn't going to help."
"Be silent," Gavatron spat, left hand curling pointedly around the energy bars. "Just because you are content with captivity-!" He whirled back again, raised his fists. "No one imprisons Galvatron!"
"I'm not content." The sharpness in Rodimus's voice gave Galvatron pause. "I hate it. But I can endure it because I know I won't be caged for long. It's the same for you," the young Prime added, his voice gentling the fevered portions of Galvatron's processor. "We will get out of here. I swear to you we will."
"You don't know what this place is," Galvatron growled, lowering his fists but not unclenching them. "You don't know what they would do to you."
"Not firsthand," Rodimus answered quietly, and Galvatron's shoulders tensed. "But I know what they do here, with or without consent. Torkulon's marked as a no-fly zone on standard navigation charts."
"If you knew, you ought to have blasted such a menace from space!" Galvatron roared, turning to advance on him. "Or are you too weak-willed for that, virtuous protector of the galaxy?"
Against his rage, Rodimus only smiled, strange and sad. "I think isolation is punishment enough."
Galvatron flung his hands up, despairing of his cellmate, and turned away again. He heard Rodimus rise to his feet and approach, his step deliberate so as to not make it seem as though he were sneaking up from behind (not that he could, of course, but the gesture was noted). "We're not helpless, Galvatron," Rodimus murmured, two steps back from his warlord's shoulder. "Daniel and Wheelie are still free."
Galvatron snorted. "You would have me place my trust in a malfunctioning Minibot and a human child?"
"In them, and in Cyclonus, and in Scourge and Spike - we're their power, Galvatron, and they are our hands. How can they fail us?"
Galvatron made no response, optics dark, hands clenched tight at his sides. Sighing, Rodimus moved closer, to just within arm's length, and gathered his strength: to be an Autobot, so that Galvatron could be a Decepticon.
"Hey," he murmured. "I'm scared. Come hold me, all right?"
Galvatron turned to him slowly, hand outstretched to his shoulder, unnameable things burning in his optics. Rodimus relaxed when Galvatron touched him, stepped closer with a smile - and yelped when Galvatron shoved him clear off his feet into the organic cushions behind him and tackled him, pinning the Prime there with sheer weight.
"Consider yourself held," Galvatron purred, hungry, teasing, and stole Rodimus's voice with a wild and demanding kiss.
***
"-displaying several characteristics of codependency between the two of you, as well as the obvious physical and sexual abuse." The damn dirty ape was still talking, and once again Cyclonus roundly and silently cursed the sticky purple webbing that kept him immobile. "Of course, removal from this dangerous situation - by which I mean the abuse - takes precedence over any other procedures. I'm sure you will be much happier once that is accomplished."
Cyclonus snorted and the therapist peered over his glasses at him. "Did I trigger something?" he asked curiously.
Cyclonus felt himself smiling despite himself. "You're assuming I don't enjoy what he does to me."
His captor nearly fell out of his chair.
***
"Are you sure this is the right way to the cell blocks, Wheelie?"
"Wheelie's never lied, stick by my side." Wheelie grinned at his companion with all the confidence in the world. Daniel shook his head, but smiled back before peeking around the corner again. It was dark, but... "I think it's clear," Daniel reported, then gulped as a massive, sharp-edged black shape melted from the shadows. "Oops. Uh, hi Scourge."
Another white-clad human stepped out from behind the Decepticon's ankle. "Danny?"
"Dad!" Forgetting about the danger, Daniel ran to embrace his father. Scourge politely stepped aside. "We really did find you!"
"Father find, smiles shined," Wheelie put in smugly.
Laughing, Spike cupped his son's face in both hands. "I'm so glad you're all right - but I told you to wait in the hangar."
"We had to move, Dad," Daniel protested, "or they would've caught us. Besides, look what we found." He pulled a small cylinder, rolled in opaque white plastic, from his pocket. "They use these to make that purple web stuff go away. I saw them do it. Me and Wheelie both have handfuls of the stuff."
"Excellent!" Daniel jumped and Spike pulled him closer as Galvatron approached, half-leaning on Rodimus, who was doing the same to him. "We'll free Cyclonus with ease, ravage this mudball and go our separate ways."
Rather than comment on the Decepticon commander's Evil Plan, Daniel looked him and Rodimus up and down. "It looks like you two got in a fight," he said dubiously.
Rodimus offered him a cockeyed grin, but it was Galvatron who answered. "And who do you think won, human boy?"
Daniel raised his eyebrows. "You're both still standing. I think you both won."
Rodimus started laughing at that, and Galvatron joined in, and they both half-collapsed against the nearest wall and no one would tell Daniel why.
...Post about real-world stuff coming up, I promise. I just wanted to get this out there first.
Title: Three Scenes from a Mental Hospital
Wordcount: 1028
Content Warning: Sex, violence and other silliness. Galvatron/Rodimus, implied Galvatron/Cyclonus. Definitely NSFW.
Author's Notes: With her permission, a continuation of The 10th Sex by seiberwing.
The mighty leader of the Decepticon Empire (consisting, currently, of one backwater planet and a few satellites, but he was working on it), flung himself with all his considerable strength at the energy bars of his cell. Had they been iron, they would have crumpled; titanium, ripped apart; but energy bars were not subject the same physical laws as solid objects and held Galvatron back amid showers of sparks, though he screamed and pounded on them again and again.
"Galvatron."
Ignoring his cellmate, Galvatron lowered his head and charged again, with the same noisy result.
"Galvatron."
Never mind him. Galvatron swung his fists at the bars, gripped them, tried to power his way through them again. They held fast, humming in mockery, as straight and bright as when the Torkulons had first activated them.
"Gal-va-tron!"
Galvatron whirled, recently-deactivated cannon upraised. "What?"
His archrival faced the cannon down without so much as a twitch, calmly lounging on the bulges of organic material that served as beds. "Calm down," he said in his most Primelike voice. "Beating yourself silly isn't going to help."
"Be silent," Gavatron spat, left hand curling pointedly around the energy bars. "Just because you are content with captivity-!" He whirled back again, raised his fists. "No one imprisons Galvatron!"
"I'm not content." The sharpness in Rodimus's voice gave Galvatron pause. "I hate it. But I can endure it because I know I won't be caged for long. It's the same for you," the young Prime added, his voice gentling the fevered portions of Galvatron's processor. "We will get out of here. I swear to you we will."
"You don't know what this place is," Galvatron growled, lowering his fists but not unclenching them. "You don't know what they would do to you."
"Not firsthand," Rodimus answered quietly, and Galvatron's shoulders tensed. "But I know what they do here, with or without consent. Torkulon's marked as a no-fly zone on standard navigation charts."
"If you knew, you ought to have blasted such a menace from space!" Galvatron roared, turning to advance on him. "Or are you too weak-willed for that, virtuous protector of the galaxy?"
Against his rage, Rodimus only smiled, strange and sad. "I think isolation is punishment enough."
Galvatron flung his hands up, despairing of his cellmate, and turned away again. He heard Rodimus rise to his feet and approach, his step deliberate so as to not make it seem as though he were sneaking up from behind (not that he could, of course, but the gesture was noted). "We're not helpless, Galvatron," Rodimus murmured, two steps back from his warlord's shoulder. "Daniel and Wheelie are still free."
Galvatron snorted. "You would have me place my trust in a malfunctioning Minibot and a human child?"
"In them, and in Cyclonus, and in Scourge and Spike - we're their power, Galvatron, and they are our hands. How can they fail us?"
Galvatron made no response, optics dark, hands clenched tight at his sides. Sighing, Rodimus moved closer, to just within arm's length, and gathered his strength: to be an Autobot, so that Galvatron could be a Decepticon.
"Hey," he murmured. "I'm scared. Come hold me, all right?"
Galvatron turned to him slowly, hand outstretched to his shoulder, unnameable things burning in his optics. Rodimus relaxed when Galvatron touched him, stepped closer with a smile - and yelped when Galvatron shoved him clear off his feet into the organic cushions behind him and tackled him, pinning the Prime there with sheer weight.
"Consider yourself held," Galvatron purred, hungry, teasing, and stole Rodimus's voice with a wild and demanding kiss.
***
"-displaying several characteristics of codependency between the two of you, as well as the obvious physical and sexual abuse." The damn dirty ape was still talking, and once again Cyclonus roundly and silently cursed the sticky purple webbing that kept him immobile. "Of course, removal from this dangerous situation - by which I mean the abuse - takes precedence over any other procedures. I'm sure you will be much happier once that is accomplished."
Cyclonus snorted and the therapist peered over his glasses at him. "Did I trigger something?" he asked curiously.
Cyclonus felt himself smiling despite himself. "You're assuming I don't enjoy what he does to me."
His captor nearly fell out of his chair.
***
"Are you sure this is the right way to the cell blocks, Wheelie?"
"Wheelie's never lied, stick by my side." Wheelie grinned at his companion with all the confidence in the world. Daniel shook his head, but smiled back before peeking around the corner again. It was dark, but... "I think it's clear," Daniel reported, then gulped as a massive, sharp-edged black shape melted from the shadows. "Oops. Uh, hi Scourge."
Another white-clad human stepped out from behind the Decepticon's ankle. "Danny?"
"Dad!" Forgetting about the danger, Daniel ran to embrace his father. Scourge politely stepped aside. "We really did find you!"
"Father find, smiles shined," Wheelie put in smugly.
Laughing, Spike cupped his son's face in both hands. "I'm so glad you're all right - but I told you to wait in the hangar."
"We had to move, Dad," Daniel protested, "or they would've caught us. Besides, look what we found." He pulled a small cylinder, rolled in opaque white plastic, from his pocket. "They use these to make that purple web stuff go away. I saw them do it. Me and Wheelie both have handfuls of the stuff."
"Excellent!" Daniel jumped and Spike pulled him closer as Galvatron approached, half-leaning on Rodimus, who was doing the same to him. "We'll free Cyclonus with ease, ravage this mudball and go our separate ways."
Rather than comment on the Decepticon commander's Evil Plan, Daniel looked him and Rodimus up and down. "It looks like you two got in a fight," he said dubiously.
Rodimus offered him a cockeyed grin, but it was Galvatron who answered. "And who do you think won, human boy?"
Daniel raised his eyebrows. "You're both still standing. I think you both won."
Rodimus started laughing at that, and Galvatron joined in, and they both half-collapsed against the nearest wall and no one would tell Daniel why.