Shocking Cyc

Shocking Cyc II

Cyclonus had an urge, and it was odd. His last encounter with Shockwave has left him most defiantly wanting more. He didn’t quite understand why though. Galvatron has made many advances to him as well as commanded him to pleasure the leader, which he did no questions asked. Shockwave was different though, he had studied the jets physical structure and took the time to logically figure the best way to please him as well as knowing which things would make him excited or hold him off. It was and experience unlike anything else he had ever had. Now he has wanted more. There was a trick to it however; he had to come up with a reason to go to Cybertron with out raising Galvatron’s suspicion.

The console beeped in front of him pulling him from his private thoughts.

“This is Cyclonus. Speak.”

“Cyclonus the anomalous phenomena has emerged in close proximity to Cybertron again.” Shockwave’s voice came through the speaker loud and clear.

“I shall inform Galvatron immediately.” The purple jet replied.

“Make haste as I believe it will not last long again.” Shockwave cut off the communication.

Cyclonus turned from the station and began to walk to Galvatron’s quarters with a bit of a brighter step. Scourge had come to a stop in an adjoining corridor then stepped in Cyclonus’ path. His sensors screamed to him that Cyclonus was up to something.

“What is going on?” The Sweep leader asked.

“Shockwave has asked me to return to Cybertron to analyze the phenomena once more.” Cyclonus tried to take a step past his subordinate.

“Send me. I have enough sensors to discover what this thing is.” Scourge hated to be left on Charr while Cyclonus was gone. All the second in command duties fell to him including that of Galvatron’s wants. He shivered at the thought, whatever Cyclonus did was their business and apparently Scourge didn’t do it right.

“I will go, I know where it is, and I scanned the area once already.” Cyclonus pressed past the Sweep and finally to Galvatron’s door.



There was no need to announce him; Galvatron would be as always, at his desk planning an attack on Cybertron. He walked though the door and to the desk were Galvatron sat looking at a star map that surrounded Cybertron.

“Mighty Galvatron, Shockwave has reported.”

“I know. I was monitoring the channel.” Galvatron intruded with obvious irritation.

“I will go then and see if I can use this to the advantage of the Decepticons.” Cyclonus bowed lowly.

“Yes, go leave me to my work.” Galvatron hadn’t bothered to look up at all searching the map for the spot that the oddity was found the first time.

Whatever Galvatron was planning Cyclonus knew with out his help it would be sure to fail. “As you order Mighty Galvatron.” The jet bowed again then exited the room quickly. It had been luck twice now in his favor and he wasn’t about to take it for granted. He walked passed Soundwave who raised an optic brow at him, then softened it slightly. It sent a shiver threw Cyclonus to think that Soundwave might know. He had made sure to stay away of the Communications expert knowing that with a little work Soundwave could know a lot more than just what had happened last time he had visited Cybertron. Another thought passed through his processor as he looked at Soundwave again. ‘Could Megatron have been like that?’ he thought. Instantly he dismissed it. He couldn’t fathom Soundwave being put in that position it just didn’t suit him. He exited the base and leapt in to the air his form twisting and turning till it was the jet that most had become accustomed to seeing him as. He powered his thrusters knowing there was no need to conserver energy and that Shockwave would provide him with a more that suitable recharge.


Space was silent, but the excitement grew as he neared the place where Shockwave had contacted him the first time. Logically he was contacted again, only this time he could see the spatial abnormality. He took the readings as quickly as he could, seeing that the thing was starting to dissipate. He swung around and aimed for one more fly by, but the entire thing had gone. A few moments later Shockwave’s voice came in.

“Did you obtain the evaluation?” Shockwave demanded.

“Yes.” Cyclonus had already made his adjustments and was starting his decent toward Cybertron. The situation was the same as the last with Shockwave coming to meet him as he transformed and landed. Cyclonus wonder would Shockwave want to monitor as the computers worked or would he leave it a lone to pay attention to him. He thought as logic would say and allow the computer to work while they played.

“I have the receiver standing-by for your download.” Shockwave stated flatly. “The data that was composed here was insufficient.” Shockwave softened his optics glow. “Let us go in.”

Cyclonus couldn’t help get a hint of a smile as what he had predicted was correct. He followed Shockwave into the infamous Citadel and of course into the control room. He approached the receptor and plugged in chord that came from his wrist into the computer. Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder. He completed the download and allowed Shockwave to turn him around.

It was an unspoken word; the look on Cyclonus’ face was enough to tell Shockwave he had also wanted this. Cyclonus talked forward going back down the path that Shockwave had shown him in their last encounter. Cyclonus thought a lot to himself though, Shockwave hadn’t shown any indication this is what he had in mind, being has hard to read as ever. Once they had entered the room as before Shockwave locked up the door again, then walked to the bed sitting on the edge. Cyclonus took the cue, walking over to Shockwave and pushing him down into a laying position. Click, Cyclonus watched as Shockwave removed his helmet again, revealing a devious smile. Cyclonus took that time to remove Shockwave’s codpiece, underneath the deep purple pole was pulsing with life, each turn of its owners energon pump breathed a little more into the extending rod. Cyclonus wanted it. He got down on his knees and took it into his mouth remembering what it was that was done to him attempting to make the experience as best he could. He sucked it down and licked the shaft as he slid back up. Shockwave arched his back slightly bucking at Cyclonus. He could get used to this sort of treatment and though there was no real relationship it wouldn’t matter, nor did he care. Something had to be dealt with and on his list of things to do this was near the top.

Cyclonus licked farther then took it all into his mouth; he let his intake to cause suction, and then lifted his head to pull up. There was a release of tension as Shockwave gave into relaxation. Cyclonus continued to work his way from the tip to the base covering the entire shaft with his oil like drool. He was anxious, he could feel the warming in his own armor as the pressure of his lengthening rod started to press against it. He sat back a moment to unhinge his clasps, quickly he took off the offending armor, but as he looked up to continue his feast Shockwave had sat up, with a familiar smile from last time.

Placing his hand on Cyclonus’ shoulder Shockwave got up and his rod neared the jets mouth. Not wanting to disappoint Cyclonus took it in has far as it would go. The hand slid from the shoulder to the crease of the neck as Cyclonus pulled back, then slid again to the back of Cyclonus’ helmet pulling Cyclonus down farther on to his shaft. Releasing him just slightly Shockwave slid his hand to the spire, for some reason it just appealed to him. The purple jet took in as much as he could, letting his throat contract around the hot pole. Cyclonus’ systems were hot and the blocking of his intakes increased his temperature. He pulled back just enough to get some cooling air. He wondered how long Shockwave could take this before his first explosion of ecstasy. It hadn’t taken Cyclonus long previously, but he knew Shockwave was a master of waiting. A moment later the hand that held his head pulled him away. Without a word Cyclonus backed away. Shockwave walked around him, tapping his shoulder as he did Cyclonus crowled on his knees to the edge of the bed were Shockwave had been sitting he started to climb onto it but was stopped by a hand on his hip.

“Here.”

Cyclonus thought he might get caught there he braced himself on the bed preparing for the oil slicked rod to near his exhaust port. Though Shockwave couldn’t see, Cyclonus had a grin; he grabbed his own rod that hung near motionless preparing to stoke it as Shockwave thrusted.

Shockwave held his pole at Cyclonus’ entrance smearing it with the oil that the jet had left on it. He was glad the jet had came back so eagerly, not many had taken to his style of advancement and to compound that Cyclonus was rather good. He eased the tip in feeling Cyclonus tense and hearing his intakes in effort to relax and allow Shockwave to fill him. He slid his rod in slowly as the muscle cables loosened and permitted Shockwave’s width to enter. His mind went hazy for a second as he was into his hilt, something other hadn’t been able to do.

Not panting but breathing steadily, Cyclonus was relived feeling Shockwave completely within him. His rod pulsed harder with each revolution of his energon pump. Just that alone starting to make the pressure build, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to hold back long, then dismissed it Shockwave would know what was needed to do. He could feel Shockwave taking his first slow stroke and he matched it with his hand coping exactly the movements. It made his afts cables taunt and attempt to clutch the invading rod.

“Aghh.” Shockwave had not anticipated Cyclonus to learn that so fast. He struggled to gain his composure and lengthen his stroke. Again Cyclonus tugged at his already heightened sensors, and another gasp of air came from the usually calm Cybertronian guardian.

Cyclonus smile grew knowing that any sound from Shockwave was a complement, and then thrust himself back onto the pole. The pace quickly picked up and the distraction of Shockwave’s vocals had made Cyclonus’ approach the edge that much more. He grunted as he pushed back his hand still in time with his partner his fingers no covered and dripping lube to the floor below. He wouldn’t last much longer he pushed to quicken the pace again.

Heat a pressure signaled a release as Shockwave gave into the wanting jet. He thrust forward and held there his pole spouting searing liquid into the jet.

Cyclonus had just needed that extra push and he near collapsed onto the bed. His rod under him sprayed the edge of the bed and floor with his own pleasure. He panted not caring anymore. Shockwave pulled back and let Cyclonus slide down to the floor.

“I will clean up, and then I must check the data.” Shockwave said walking toward the solvent shower.

Cyclonus could only nod, then pull himself to the bed. He didn’t care too much about the mess he needed recharge; the travel and actual scanning had used more power than last trip. In a way he was happy that this hadn’t lasted as long as last time. On the other hand he didn’t know how long the computer would take to analyze the data. He tried to force the idea from his processor that he might get a second session, and shut down his systems for recharging.