Beast Wars: Rampage/Silverbolt
Title: Cruelty and Consequence
Author: beckyh2112
Word Count: 223
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post-"Transmutate", Rampage takes comfort in his own inimitable way.
Warnings: Violence. Non-consensuality. It is, in fact, dubious as to whether anything in this bit can be remotely called sexy at all. But that's Rampage for you.
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Feathers slashed at the air, wings beating roughly at Rampage's shoulders as the fuzor struggled against him. Metallic fur bunched between his fingers, and the ring of spikes on Silverbolt's stomach bit into his armor.
His laughter came softly, sliding against the other's ears like too familiar but unwanted fingers. How delicious were the fuzor's struggles, his fear- But better still was that caged anger, stronger than he had ever felt before. Blackness inside a glittering cage of nobility, and he was torn whether to urge the fuzor to fear or anger.
He shifted his weight, pushing more into the fuzor, arm heavy on Silverbolt's throat. So easy to press down just a little further, begin to crush the structures within. So very, very easy.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you, fuzor?" He asked, staring into Silverbolt's yellow optics. A distorted reflection of himself stared back, crab legs barring the sun, casting the shadow of a cage over the fuzor.
"I- can- imagine," Silverbolt gasped, wings twisting and contorting to find a way to put a missile into the crab's face.
He was far too close for that to work, but it amused him that the fuzor still tried. "No," he said softly, mouth dipping to bite Silverbolt's face. "I really do not think you can." A pause. "Brother."
End
Author: beckyh2112
Word Count: 223
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post-"Transmutate", Rampage takes comfort in his own inimitable way.
Warnings: Violence. Non-consensuality. It is, in fact, dubious as to whether anything in this bit can be remotely called sexy at all. But that's Rampage for you.
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Feathers slashed at the air, wings beating roughly at Rampage's shoulders as the fuzor struggled against him. Metallic fur bunched between his fingers, and the ring of spikes on Silverbolt's stomach bit into his armor.
His laughter came softly, sliding against the other's ears like too familiar but unwanted fingers. How delicious were the fuzor's struggles, his fear- But better still was that caged anger, stronger than he had ever felt before. Blackness inside a glittering cage of nobility, and he was torn whether to urge the fuzor to fear or anger.
He shifted his weight, pushing more into the fuzor, arm heavy on Silverbolt's throat. So easy to press down just a little further, begin to crush the structures within. So very, very easy.
"Do you know what I'm going to do to you, fuzor?" He asked, staring into Silverbolt's yellow optics. A distorted reflection of himself stared back, crab legs barring the sun, casting the shadow of a cage over the fuzor.
"I- can- imagine," Silverbolt gasped, wings twisting and contorting to find a way to put a missile into the crab's face.
He was far too close for that to work, but it amused him that the fuzor still tried. "No," he said softly, mouth dipping to bite Silverbolt's face. "I really do not think you can." A pause. "Brother."
End