Testing The Loyal

Ummm..hi. This is my first attempt at a Transformers story. So please by kind. I'm not too sure about measurements of time in the TF universe, so I just took a random stab and chose "solar cycle" for a day, even though I think that actually might be a year equivilent. But oh well. I mention it once. And if for some reason I stole your idea for how robot's are intimate, it was not intentional. Please don't accuse me of stealing, because I honestly have read two TF stories on this entire site and it was by the same author who didn't write their sex the same way I did. Any similarities between my story and your story are strickly coincidental.


Testing the Loyal



"Cyclonus..."

The name rumbled an echo around the ruined fortress of Planet Charr. Low and feral, the sound caused everyone present to shiver and take a few steps back from the tyrant who sat on his throne who slowly drummed his fingers against his armrest, chin in hand and leaning casually, but alert, against the other.

Cyclonus too felt a shiver of fearful apprehension course through his circuits. It was only a few solar cycles since he had come out of repair bay and he did not wish to feel his Lord's wrath just yet.

"Yes, Mighty Galvatron?" He stood to attention and abandoned the task he was currently occupied with.

"I think we need a little chat." Came the growled response.

With that said, the other Decepticons in the general area took their leave, casting a quick glance at their comrade as if to wish him luck. They all knew when Galvatron wanted to "chat", It wasn't a pleasant one. It usually ended up with somebody being carried off for repairs in a lot of pain. Sometimes limbs were missing.

The Second in Command, if even possible, stood stiffer. Joints tightening as all instinct told him to run in the opposite direction from his leader as the remaining Con's filed out of the control room, doors squealing shut leaving only the two of them in complete silence. However, common sense told him to stay rooted to the spot and await further orders, to stand respectfully with pride and await the glorious words that were sure to come roaring from the tyrant's mouth.

He knew that this was inevitable. From the moment that he had awoken in a dazed stupor, facing down the barrel of his Commander's weapon, standing in a completely different place then he had been a few seconds before, and taking a shot to the chest for some unknown reason that he couldn't comprehend, Cyclonus could almost feel that his misery would linger much longer. For one thing, he still had no idea why he was in the Decepticon crypt one minute, with Octane at gunpoint and victory assured, and then standing in this very throne room with his Lord and Master blasting a nice little hole in his chest. Nobody had explained to him what he had done to disserve such a punishment, nor how he had such a gaping hole in his memory. Yet he knew that whatever had happened those few days ago Galvatron would surely remind him.

"Yes Galvatron?" He plucked up enough courage to actually make a sound.

Galvatron remained silent for a few more moments, watching Cyclonus as if the other Con might suddenly explode. Hostile, Cyclonus decided was the look in his Master's eyes. Tense, hostile, angry for some other unexplained reason and glaring as if he were expecting his second in command to turn tail and flee, or even worse, pull out a weapon and attempt a mutiny. That would be ridiculous though. He was loyal to Galvatron. No matter how illogical he was. However the cold look in the other's optics had him on edge. This chat would definitely not be pleasant. The Lieutenant braced his equilibrium for an assured assault.

"Cyclonus..." The other said almost softer than expected. "How much do you actually remember before I shot you?"

The sudden question took him off guard for a moment. Damn it was exactly what he had been dreading for days now. Quickly, he composed himself and answered with a quick precise response.

"Sir, I remember nothing past the point in which I had the traitor Octane within my capture."

Galvatron seemed to ponder these words for a moment. The corner of one mouth pulling a little tighter as his head tilted to an odd angle to examine the other as if the change of view might reveal something.

"Nothing...Nothing at all?"

"No Sir." He said as honest as he could without sounding phony. "One moment I was in the Crypt, and the next I had a rather jarring awakening in front of your very throne."

Again, the tyrant pondered these words curiously.

"You don't remember...say...being possessed by another being?"

Cyclonus tried to keep the alarm from his features. Possessed? It wasn't unusual for Galvatron to say random things sometimes. He was use to blotting out certain insanities that his beloved leader spouted at odd times throughout the cycle. It was easier that way.

"Possessed, my Lord? I'm not entirely sure what you-"

"You don't remember do you!" Galvatron interrupted with an almost accusing, yet amused tone. "You are either a very good liar, Cyclonus, or you're stupid enough to fall victim to some pathetic ghost! I'm starting to think that you're very stupid indeed!"

Now it was Cyclonus's turn to stare quietly at his leader. He couldn't hide the shock and disgust from his face and the other mech seemed to notice.

"Oh don't look at me like that! You're the one who let that traitor get the best of you!"

Traitor? Did Galvatron mean Octane? Oh this was confusing. And seeing as how the other Con's mood had shifted from quiet curiosity to accusing hostility, Cyclonus wasn't really in the position to defend himself. He had no clue what he was to defend himself from even!

"Lord Galvatron...please...I don't understand what you are talking about?"

"And this is my fault....how?" The tyrant sneered.

Cyclonus went to retort to that, but snapped his mouth shut at the last second. Putting on a submissive stance, he lowered his shoulders, unclenched his fists and looked his master in the optics with out a trace of hostility.

"You are very stupid...Cyclonus. I'm disappointed."

A few more moments of silence passed, Galvatron's attention drifted from his second in command to something that appeared to be more interesting across the room. The other didn't bother to turn and look. He knew there was nothing there that could merit attention.

"Tell me then...Do you not remember Starscream at all?"

"S...Starscream?"

The Con leader grinned as his optics once again fell on his confused Lieutenant. Metal lips sliding back to reveal his fang like teeth.

"Yes...Starscream. Seems the annoying little bug can't be squished so easily. His spark, somehow, is immortal and can posses any body he comes across."

Cyclonus's jaw dropped open. Was Galvatron serious? Was this some other syndrome of his leader's derangement? Was he loosing his commander to the deep crushing water's of insanity already?

"L-Lord Galvatron! Please! I don't understand at all!"

"Seems you seldom do Cyclonus!" He suddenly snapped. "You say you can't remember? Well allow me to fill you in! You found Octane alright. Chased him down into the Decepticon Crypt, dragged the traitor out from his hiding place amongst our ancestors and fallen comrades, then suddenly decided to disobey my orders to destroy him on sight and brought him instead to me! Here, you interrogated him until he revealed a planet that the Autobots were hiding on and he lead us there, the Autobots ambushed us, and you and Octane flew off together leaving me to die on that Spark forsaken chunk of rock! I come back to Charr and find YOU sitting in MY throne with Octane by your side, LAUGHING at how you pulled one over on me! So I BLASTED you for your insubordination and you started playing "I can't remember!"! Ringing a few bells yet?"

Horror was written all over his face. Him? Betray Galvatron? It wasn't possible! He could never! Galvatron was his Leader! He respected him! He protected him and served him and followed his every order as if it were a command from Vector Sigma itself! There was just no way!

"Yes...it's true Cyclonus!" His master spoke as if he were reading his mind. "You did all that. But yet, you say you can't remember."

"But I can't Galvatron!" He practically sobbed. "You must believe me! I could never betray you!"

"But you DID!" The tyrant slammed his fist on his armrest causing Cyclonus to practically jump, hands raising as if ready to block some unseen force that his master could throw at him.

"But now I have to figure out whether or not you were aware of this betrayal. Whether it was actually Starscream's ghost that had taken control, or if he just used you as a willing host."

Again, the second in command fell completely silent, adopting a submissive pose.

"Perhaps a test..." Galvatron rubbed his chin in feigned thought. "To see if you were actually in control of your own body."

Before Cyclonus could even comprehend what this test could be, Galvatron stood and removed something that was sitting on the throne next to him the entire time. An EMP whip. A tool used to punish or interrogate other mechs. Cyclonus suddenly felt his equilibrium plummet. A strange sense of vertigo as his navigational circuits paid the toll for the sudden panic that welled up within him.

"Oh don't worry. I'm not going to used this on you." Galvatron answered without even looking at the other. "I want you to use it."

He strode over to Cyclonus and held the weapon out for him to take. With shaky hands, the Lieutenant accepted it from his Lord.

"This is the very whip you used on Octane. It looked convincing enough, but I'm starting to doubt that it ever made contact with his structure. I'm sure that if you had actually used it correctly, it would spoil whatever partnership that you had with him."

Cyclonus turned the object round in his hands examining it, careful not to press the little button that would activate the electro magnetic rope. It felt odd to hold such a thing.

"Galvatron...I've never used one of these in my life. Scourge usually does the interrogating."

"Exactly. You shouldn't be able to use this with the skill that you did. Like I said, it looked convincing and it would take many cycles of practice to aim that carefully without hitting Octane."

"I get it now. If I can use this, that means I may have been in control of my body. But if I'm unable, that means that someone else was."

"Ahh so you're not as stupid as I thought." Galvatron smiled almost pleasantly. "But yes. Starscream was indeed very skilled with a tool like this. He often boasted his skill and proved it many a time."

With that, the Decepticon leader turned a took a few paces. He stopped and turned to face Cyclonus, lifting his arm up and turning the palm of his hand towards his warrior.

"Now...aim at my hand but don't hit it. I want to see how close you can get without hitting me."

Cyclonus practically dropped the thing right then and there. Him...aim such a thing at Galvatron? And actually whip it at him? He couldn't! Not only did it go against his moral code, but he could miss and seriously hurt his Commander! He might hit him and never mind his hand! What about his unprotected torso and face?

"My Lord! I couldn't possibly.."

"That wasn't a request, Cyclonus. That was an order."

At the word 'order', the other mech hesitated, but still couldn't bring himself to accept such an...insane command. Not only was Galvatron in danger of being hit by an EMP whip but he was in danger of his leader's wrath if he did, and most likely will, nail him with it.

"No, Lord Galvatron! Please! I could hurt you!"

"You won't hurt me, Cyclonus..." His master growled. "Now obey me."

With no other choice, but still seeing this task as suicidal, for both of them, Cyclonus bit the bullet and proceeded to follow the order.

It shouldn't be too hard. Just convince him that he in fact can't handle the damned thing and that should be enough to satisfy him. Spreading his feet to brace himself, he held the handle of the ugly little tool and let the coil of metal rope fall slack. Raising it with his right, and using his left to pinpoint his master's hand, Cyclonus prepared to hurl it forward.

"Use it correctly, now. Turn it on."

Seeing Cyclonus suddenly lose his stance, he shot a cold warning glare to make the other mech complete the task. He smiled as he watched the defeated Lieutenant frown and press the little button with this thumb to activate the EMP. He hated to admit it, but Cyclonus looked damn good holding that weapon, even with a sour look on his face. But then again, he looked damn good while he used it with graceful skill against that traitor, Octane, too.

Closing his optics long enough to psych himself up, Cyclonus took a sharp intake of air and stepped forward to hurl the handle forward, pulling it back quickly to force the tip of the rope to crack at the space just in front of his master's hand. Fortunately he missed completely, aiming too far to the right and away from Galvatron's raised left hand. Hopefully that would have satisfied him.

"Not good enough. Do it again and get it closer."

"What!?" Cyclonus practically cried. "You want me...to...to do it AGAIN!?"

"You had a good stance. You're hesitation could have caused you to pull too far to the right and away from me. I want you to do it again and focus more."

"But.."

"Just DO it Cyclonus! I already told you, you can't hurt me."

Once again he was forced to obey. If he didn't, Galvatron might just snatch the damned thing away and use it properly on him! Fearing that more then hurting his master he aimed the whip and as quick as possible cracked the thing.

A sickening pang rang throughout the room.

Cyclonus felt as though the world dropped out from underneath him in a sudden cold rush of air. That one hit. And by the long streak of burned epidermal armor across Galvatron's chest, he knew exactly where.

Galvatron's optic twitched to the sudden burst of white hot pain that laced his chest and shot up to his cranium. But he didn't move and didn't look as if he would make a move any time soon. He forced the pain from his features and grinned devilishly at the other mech.

"Ohh...that was even worse then your first attempt. Now don't just stand there like you're about ready to pop a screw...Try it again."

The other Con practically fell to the floor as he knees buckled and his motor circuitry gave out. He had actually HIT Galvatron, and yet he was being forced to do it again? This was pure frick'n insanity.

"I....I...don't think I can..."

Galvatron glared venomously at the now shaking mech. He knew Cyclonus couldn't take much more of this. He had already proven that he was incapable of using the tool properly and therefore not responsible for his earlier actions. But he just couldn't resist ordering the poor Con to try once more. It was Cyclonus's fault really. He shouldn't look that good using it.

"I don't care what you think...I want you to DO IT AGAIN."

With as much determination as possible, Cyclonus managed to stand straight again. Now he was annoyed. Now he wanted this done and over with and screw what he could do to his master. If he wanted to be whipped, then he'd whip him! If only to prove his innocence and show Galvatron that he was truly a loyal follower, he would commit the crime and hit his Commander with the stupid EMP tool.

He took a moment to aim, and aim it carefully. He stepped forward and hurled the handle forward once more.

The rope flew true, it grazed the air just a fraction from the tyrant's outstretched hand. Cyclonus wanted to cheer as he pulled the handle back to crack it, but his celebration was short lived. Quicker then the whip, Galvatron reached forward and snatched the scorching thing right out of the air with a horrible metal on metal scream. With a quick flick of his wrist, he wrapped the cord around his arm, and yanked both it and Cyclonus towards him. Caught by surprise and still following the momentum of his toss, the second in command was heaved forward and straight into his Master's waiting grasp where he floundered for a moment before finding the now offline EMP rope wrapped around his neck.

Galvatron held his Lieutenant up by the cord alone, fist just under the now terrified Con's chin. Cyclonus seemed to go dead weight rather then struggle against him. Which was fine, except the rope around his neck threatened to break it if he didn't stand on his own accord. To save the poor mech another visit to the repair bay, Galvatron wrapped his other arm under Cyclonus's, pulling him flush against his own chest to help burden some of the weight.

Cyclonus couldn't seem to move. Terrified that Galvatron was about to beat him into a pulp, and thoroughly shaken at being clutched to his commander's chest, he could barely stand to relieve the pressure on his neck. He willingly leaned against the other mech when one of Galvatron's powerful arms circled under his shoulder and around his back to support him. His own limbs finally finding some sense of feeling enough to clutch to the larger, more stalwart Con.

"Impressive. Very impressive." Galvatron purred to his shaken warrior. "I could actually feel the pressure from that one, you got it so close."

He failed.

The first thing Cyclonus could think of was that he failed the test. He had proved skill with the whip and now Galvatron would think he was actually the one who was in control during that dark time when he had betrayed his Leader. He whimpered and clung tighter to the other mech's chest as his feet shifted under his own weight and he slipped further towards the ground.

"You did an incredible job for only using the whip three times..." The tyrant grinned as he helped his warrior to stabilize his feet and released him from his grasp, but keeping the EMP weapon coiled tightly around his neck.

"Galvatron..." Cyclonus closed his optics as his master's now free hand lifted towards his face. Hands disengaged from the other's steel hard frame and slid limply back to his own sides.

He expected a strike. The sudden blow of Galvatron's hard metal fist to collide with either the side of his head or straight into his face, crushing his nose and driving his optics back into his cranium. Instead, he felt the soft warm embrace of a hand against his cheek. Once again the poor warrior lost his footing as he attempted to scramble backwards and away from his Commander. The EMP cord around his neck made short this frenzied movement and he once again found himself supported by Galvatron alone.

"Relax my Warrior." The tyrant purred. "You didn't fail me. I know it wasn't you in control when Starscream betrayed me."

Cyclonus looked up into his master's surprisingly calm face. It seemed Galvatron was telling the truth. Yet, why was that damned weapon still wrapped snuggly around his throat and why did he have this sudden fearful apprehension that this little test wasn't over yet? Relief flooded his system when he realized that he was home free as far as the betrayal went. Now something else wormed its way through his circuitry. A sudden flash of heat snaked it's way though his vascular tubes and throughout his entire body. This strange, but pleasant enough sensation seemed to radiate from the powerful mech standing next to him.

"Galvatron?"

"It's really your fault Cyclonus..."

The tyrant smiled and shook his head as if he were sadly sur coming to a hidden truth. More heat radiated from him as familiar clicks and whirls quietly sounded within Galvatron's armor. Noises that alerted the other to the building excitement within his master's structure. The energon in his system cycling faster.

"Sir?"

"If you didn't look so good holding that weapon, I wouldn't have kept testing you to the point where you actually struck me... I think you owe me a little something for the damage to my armor."

Before the warrior could even comprehend the words his master had spoken his body was once again dragged, as if it where lifeless, up and into the waiting arms of the other Decepticon. His chin tilted back by a quick tug of the EMP cord and lips drawn into a searing metal kiss.

Panic. Pure sudden panic raced throughout his vital circuits. He couldn't tell what way was up or what way was down. His very equilibrium seemed to be shaken to the point where all he could do was dangle there, supported by his leader's strong embrace. More heat seared at his body as Galvatron's lips slowly parted to let the tyrant's glossa run along his warrior's bottom lip.

This was either a very good thing...or a terrible horrible tragedy was about to unfold.

Once his mind stopped racing from the sheer panic, Cyclonus was able to calm himself enough to assess the situation.

Ok for one thing GALVATRON was KISSING him. And not just a little experimental first kiss. The hot glossa currently prying at his stubborn lips was enough to prove this. For two, his own body was heating up faster then taking a quick dip in a plasma lava pool. He liked this! Cyclonus had always felt a certain allure to his master, but never acted upon impulses. Fearing his own safety, he blocked the treacherous feelings from ever surfacing, keeping them locked away so that he could never submit to them and allow Galvatron to know. For three, he never thought in his wildest dreams that Galvatron could actually remain...stable...for more then a few moments to actually act upon erotic impulses. For surely his mighty leader couldn't keep his mind off destroying Autobots long enough to enjoy some of existences' other pleasures. For four, this was GALVATRON after all! Any mech who dared to get close enough to touch him should be quick enough to duck! And being the loyal puppet that he was, Cyclonus was usually the one who was close enough, and loyal enough, to remain still and allow the fist of fury to slam into him.
Now what should he do? Should he remain still and let Galvatron do as he wished? Or should he play along, acting upon selfish impulses and take this opportunity to enjoy his leader's company? For surely chances to see Galvatron submit to Cyclonus's wishes were few and very very far between. But there was the underlying danger that this could just be one of the Con's mood swings, and it was of high probability that he could swing back and start tearing Cyclonus to pieces for his trespasses.

The tyrant growled deep in this throat as his loyal warrior denied him access to his warm mouth. Seemed that his sudden advances had yet again left the usually stout soldier a pathetic coward who didn't dare to get a spine and actually play the game right. Normally Galvatron liked it when he played a game he knew he could control the outcome. But Cyclonus's dead weight attitude made it very boring and he wanted a little more life in the other mech's limbs.

Sliding his hand around the Con's shoulders, he found a seem in the armor plating just below Cyclonus's neck. A quick pry with a finger and the metal slid to accommodate the entrance of his digits. Fondling his way inside, he felt around, noticing the other mech's body shiver as his fingers danced along a support column. Ah there it was. One of his many motor sensory wires. This little baby, if stroked just the right way, could send confusing signals all over the warrior's body, making his very limbs feel a tremble of excitement as they forget how to move properly.

Cyclonus could feel the grin on the other's lips before he felt the fingers on his wiring. A sudden burst of pleasure coursed its way though his body as Galvatron's digits tickled at that sweet little spot. His body, feeling as though his steel strong armor was melting off, sagged against his master, mouth dropping open in a heady groan and hands clutching desperately to strong arms. He arched into his leader's body as Galvatron continued the onslaught of sensation and that hot slick glossa ravaged his own.
An excited spark danced from Cyclonus's glossa to his master's, a strong, biting surge of pleasure, that was almost uncomfortable, raced through Galvatron's own support column and he parted from his warrior with his own needy groan, smiling as he looked into half dimmed optics.

"I didn't know I'd get you keyed up so quickly." The tyrant chuckled as he stroked that wire more firmly and watched with pleasure as his loyal puppet shuddered.

"G..Galvatron.." Cyclonus moaned softly as he couldn't think of anything else of merit to say.

"It's alright to play along Cyclonus. I won't bite...Unless you beg me to."

Their lips met once again, this time with the second in command giving a much bolder performance. He clutched to his master tightly, panting hard between kisses to intake more air to help keep his circuitry cool. He could already feel sparks of excitement jump within his structure. More clicks and whirling hums filled the space around them as his body began to accommodate for the sudden rush of energon through his vascular tubing. Never did Cyclonus realize just how badly he had wanted this. He wanted to be crushed to his Lord's chest, forced to submit, a loyal despot who couldn't refuse, to willingly and gratefully give and take pleasure. His Spark thrummed within his core at the very thought.

A little braver and mind beginning to fog from the building overload, Cyclonus couldn't help but let his own fingers wander over the impressive structure of the tyrant. Finger tips tickling gently at a loosening plate of Galvatron's helm. He was only encouraged further when his master suddenly parted from his lips to lean into the touch, growling low and feral. And slag it if Galvatron didn't stop torturing that wire he was going to tear into the mech's head and claw at certain places where he could really feel it!

"That's it...." Galvatron hissed as his own intakes begged for more air. "Do it Cyclonus..."

Grinning, the Con warrior leaned in and licked his sparking glossa along his Commander's exposed throat. The other accommodating this by loosening his death grip on the EMP rope. His nimble digits pried under the helm plate, just at the top of Galvatron's neck and bass of his cranium. Another low growl as his fingers found a small tube filled with now boiling energon. It lead to his navigational chips. If he were to, say, suddenly cut this feed off, the chips would power down, forcing the larger and more powerful mech to loose all sense of direction. A sudden dizzying high that could be dangerous for a Con like Galvatron. But Cyclonus decided to risk it. Especially since his master's hot lips brushed against the side of his own helm and sent a dizzying spark straight into his own navigation chip.

His fingers pinched at the small tube. He continued his gentle licks and kisses, coaxing his leader's chin up. Galvatron allowed him to continue the exploration, encouraging it by tugging much shaper at a new motor wire he found at the base of Cyclonus's back. His warrior's other hand snaking down to dig at pelvic armor.

Suddenly the energon cut to his nav. chips took its toll. His entire body seemed to heave as an overwhelming and nearly maddening pleasure spiked through to his very core. His Spark dancing wildly in his chest in a sudden rush of confusion. Warnings flashed within his blurring optics of a danger that wasn't really there. His body felt as though it were flying out of control, spiraling down. Galvatron couldn't honestly pinpoint where Up was anymore. He clung to the only thing he could feel as though it were a life preserver. Feeling it yield to his vice like grip as if it were aluminum foil.

Cyclonus released the tube when the more powerful mech's actions threatened damage. A deep gravely noise rumbled through his master as he came down from the whirlwind of sensation. Greedily leering at his warrior, Galvatron shoved Cyclonus roughly away from him and stalked over to his throne. Still holding tightly to the EMP, he dragged his nearly malfunctioning partner with him.

He sat down hard, growling again as he yanked the other Con with him so that Cyclonus sat in his lap, straddling his knees and facing him. Deftly his digits wandered down the pelvic armor of his trembling warrior, unhinging a certain panel that covered energon transmission ports. Specific ports designed to either intake or donate energon. They were strictly emergency, to be used to give energon to an offlining mech from one's own body, and since it was Decepticon nature to never share, this particular method of transmitting was considered taboo. Dirty. Only Con's that liked each other would actually resort to using ports.

However, when a mech hooked up his outtake cord to another's intake, and then in turn hooked up his own intake to the other's outtake, creating a circuit, the constant drain and leeching of energon between the two bodies created pleasant sensations that drove their batteries to overload much faster then just simply confusing wiring.

It was these ports that Galvatron's desperate digits now dug at. Cyclonus sat quaking in anticipation as his master tugged his outtake wire free and slid it into his own newly exposed intake. He didn't dare touch his Commander's though. He placed his hands on the other's broad shoulders, tracing seems and leaning in to once again kiss at the tyrant's neck. Finding his warrior's glossa very distracting, Galvatron hummed a pleased noise as he managed to connect his own wire to Cyclonus's port. Settling himself more deeply in his throne and hands circling the other's waist, he pulled his soldier's body closer, grinding their pelvic amour together and initiating the energon feed.

The constant hum of pleasure raced up their bodies. Sharp intakes of air as circuits were pushed even closer and closer to glorious overload, where their batteries would discharge an alarming amount of energy, draining them as their systems attempted a reboot to correct the confusing signals that certain stimuli could produce. All of which felt incredible.

Cyclonus threw his head back and groaned as he rode the waves of pleasure. Galvatron's sneaky digits found a particularly sweet wire just at the base of his spinal column that forced his hips to rock as they tried to override the confusion. He in turn, managed to slip a finger back into his master's helm to torment his nav. chips again. It had produced such a strong sensation before, and now he too wished to share that sensation, for whatever he did to Galvatron's systems, the energon between them would rush faster from his master's to his own and back to Galvatron again.

The tyrant tugged violently at the motor wire in his back, causing him to howl out in painful pleasure and forcing a small optic twitch from the other. In retaliation, the warrior once more pinched off the feed to Galvatron's navigational system.

"You're a bold one..." His master purred as he unwound the EMP from his neck and let it slip to the floor, using his newly freed hand to cup the other's cheek.

"It's odd." Cyclonus gave a breathy reply and leaned into the touch. "You are usually the one to live so dangerously on the edge."

Galvatron chuckled. Amused at his second in command's lack of formality as well as his point.

"Yes, but it seems you have a certain draw to playing with fire. After all, you are so painfully loyal to me..."

Cyclonus to gave a short chuckle.

"Are you trying to tell me that you are fire, my Lord, and that I should be careful of you?"

"No." The tyrant groaned as his nav. chips began to fail. "I'm just trying to appreciate you more."

He drew them into a spark laced kiss just as his system shut down. The sudden onslaught of pleasure was enough to push Galvatron into a blistering overload. Energon suddenly flooded Cyclonus so quickly that his own body was sucked into the blast.

Warnings of distress blared violently in his vision as his body trembled and jerked. He couldn't sense Galvatron anymore. He couldn't find up, nor down. Left and right were meaningless. His Spark jumped and twisted and spun as his own systems began to crash and a terrible pleasure seared his very circuits. Internal temperatures skyrocketed and oil and energon alike boiled and bubbled within throbbing tubes. He couldn't hear his own cries of ecstasy for his audios were blaring static. Couldn't feel his master for his armor felt as though it was smelting.

He offlined quickly going into a short, overload induced stasis nap that would allow a quick recharge long enough to find more energon to replenish his systems. Galvatron, too, joined him in this quiet vulnerability, the tyrant offlining just seconds after his warrior.

Cyclonus rebooted moments after his Lord. Finding himself slumped against Galvatron's chest, still in his seated position. The other Con's left arm still wrapped securely around his hips as he leaned gloriously on his right. Metal chin on metal fist. Outtake wires already removed as his port lay open and singed and tender.

"Pleasant nap?" The tyrant asked with a malicious amusement to his tone.

"Uh...of course." Cyclonus answered as reality set back in. Now that this little adventure was over, and Galvatron alarmingly low on energon, what would his mood be like?

"Good. Otherwise I'd feel really bad about this."

Taking the other Con by surprise, Galvatron shoved his warrior from him. Cyclonus hit the floor with a loud crash and a shocked yelp. It seemed that the violent mech was back in one of his dangerous little swings again.

Quickly, and lacking refinement, Cyclonus scrambled back away from the seated Decepticon and up onto his feet, cursing his sudden dizziness and lack of energy to stabilize himself further. He at least had wished for his leader to remain in his placid mood long enough for him to recharge a little more. He would had liked to spend those few hours snug and cozy in those strong arms.

"Why don't you be a good little soldier and fetch me some energon?" His master gave him a shooing motion with his hand. "And before you step out into public, you may want to cover up those ports of yours."

Sudden embarrassment flashed across the Lieutenants' features as he realized he had failed to recover himself. He snapped it shut, much to the amusement of his leader. Feeling a little dejected and used, Cyclonus turned from Galvatron and went to fetch the slagging energon. All he could really hope for at this time was that the other Con might actually share a little with him. Slim chance though.

Really...all this because he looked good holding a whip...


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