FIC: Enhancements, Cyclonus/Rodimus
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caiusbackupTitle: Enhancements
Fandom: Transformers G1, Season 3
Pairings: Cyclonus/Rodimus, implied Galvatron/both of them
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 761
Summary: Kink fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spacehussy, who requested "Cyclonus modifying Roddy's interfacing system to be more enjoyably compatible for Galvatron." Happy Birthday, Spacehussy!
Content advisory: Body modification, plug-and-play, implied sticky
"It's going to be good for him?" Rodimus looked up at Cyclonus, desperate as a lost Sweep and yet utterly, impossibly Autobot.
"Yes," Cyclonus said, as sure as anyone could be of Galvatron's pleasures.
"All right," Rodimus cycled air through his body and lay back on the table, stiller than any living Sweep could be--or any living Autobot, Cyclonus had thought. "Do you want--should I open for you?"
"Not necessary." Cyclonus reached for his tools.
Rodimus held out until the third time Cyclonus pierced his armor before he started screaming; and Cyclonus did not have to restrain him until the fifth. That was longer than anyone else had lasted, and Cyclonus felt a sudden warmth for the Autobot Prime--or ex-Prime, perhaps.
"You're doing so well," Cyclonus said, pressing his lips gently against the latest wound, injecting the requisite Unicronian energy and data with as much honor as was possible. It burned even more this way, as far as Cyclonus knew: but Rodimus arched into his touch rather than away, so very very close to perfect.
"Really?" Rodimus' voice was clouded by static; he could hardly scream anymore.
"Hold still," Cyclonus said, and Rodimus staticked an affirmative as he pressed the the burning drill through Rodimus' thin neck-plating, then one of his own cables to keep the wound open and forge the necessary connections.
"Hurts..." Rodimus said, redundantly, though it didn't sound like he was complaining. "Does it--do I feel good to you?"
Cyclonus was too busy to answer; there were so very many connections to make, so many automatic defenses to eradicate, as he buried more and more of his interfacing cables within Rodimus' systems. He had gotten accustomed to the burn of the Matrix-fire by now, and even as he worked his way down Rodimus' sides, closer and closer to the burning center of his flames, it was nothing more than a tingle on the edge of his consciousness, nothing at all compared to the need to reshape Rodimus for his Lord's pleasure.
The next drill went in deep, piercing several layers of armor to connect to the sensor node toward the center of Rodimus' chest. Rodimus whimpered. "Can open for you--please--"
"Be still," Cyclonus said, and his interface cables sent the same message, taking over Rodimus' motor systems while they remade his sensor net. For a moment, he let himself examine the Prime as a whole, perfectly submissive, covered in Cyclonus' wires, willing to do anything to please their Lord.
Rodimus gasped, and not in pain this time. "Cyclonus--" he said, vocal frequency dropping drastically.
Cyclonus, carefully placing the next hole--close to the Matrix, but not too close--jerked back, suddenly filled with a desperate yearning to please that was and was not his own. "What--"
"Use me--" Rodimus said. Cyclonus lost control of his drill, and it drew an ugly line across Rodimus' chest. He would have to fix that later.
"You're Galvatron's," Cyclonus said, but it was hard to think; too much of him was inside the Prime, too much restless energy, too much desire to please and to be pleased...maybe if he...
"Should try me out," Rodimus said, as though he were thinking what Cyclonus was thinking, and maybe he was.
Cyclonus tossed the drill aside and grabbed him, embedded cables pulsing as loose cables wrapped around the Prime, wiggling into dents and pressing against the plating. It was so, so close to being perfect, so close to good enough for Galvatron--!
"Can't wait until he uses me," Rodimus said, lips moving in planetbound habit against Cyclonus' face, and Cyclonus could almost feel Galvatron on top of him, on top of Rodimus, claiming every single part of him as his own--
One of them screamed in pain as the energy exploded through the thousand links, and both of them moaned in pleasure.
Cyclonus' cables pulled out, satisfied, leaving perfect little holes behind. Unlike Cyclonus' ports, none of the holes had covers--Rodimus would be presented open, every sensor node available for Galvatron to claim, any time he chose. Cyclonus ran his fingers down Rodimus' arm, and Rodimus groaned in pain as he touched each hole.
"Good," Cyclonus pronounced.
"More--" Rodimus said, struggling upward. "Back now--please--"
"Not yet," Cyclonus said, and moved down between Rodimus' legs. "I still have work to do."
"Oh--!" Rodimus moaned and slid open his pelvic panels without asking, or being asked. "There too?"
"Of course." Knife already in hand, Cyclonus went to work.
Fandom: Transformers G1, Season 3
Pairings: Cyclonus/Rodimus, implied Galvatron/both of them
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 761
Summary: Kink fic for
spacehussy, who requested "Cyclonus modifying Roddy's interfacing system to be more enjoyably compatible for Galvatron." Happy Birthday, Spacehussy!Content advisory: Body modification, plug-and-play, implied sticky
"It's going to be good for him?" Rodimus looked up at Cyclonus, desperate as a lost Sweep and yet utterly, impossibly Autobot.
"Yes," Cyclonus said, as sure as anyone could be of Galvatron's pleasures.
"All right," Rodimus cycled air through his body and lay back on the table, stiller than any living Sweep could be--or any living Autobot, Cyclonus had thought. "Do you want--should I open for you?"
"Not necessary." Cyclonus reached for his tools.
Rodimus held out until the third time Cyclonus pierced his armor before he started screaming; and Cyclonus did not have to restrain him until the fifth. That was longer than anyone else had lasted, and Cyclonus felt a sudden warmth for the Autobot Prime--or ex-Prime, perhaps.
"You're doing so well," Cyclonus said, pressing his lips gently against the latest wound, injecting the requisite Unicronian energy and data with as much honor as was possible. It burned even more this way, as far as Cyclonus knew: but Rodimus arched into his touch rather than away, so very very close to perfect.
"Really?" Rodimus' voice was clouded by static; he could hardly scream anymore.
"Hold still," Cyclonus said, and Rodimus staticked an affirmative as he pressed the the burning drill through Rodimus' thin neck-plating, then one of his own cables to keep the wound open and forge the necessary connections.
"Hurts..." Rodimus said, redundantly, though it didn't sound like he was complaining. "Does it--do I feel good to you?"
Cyclonus was too busy to answer; there were so very many connections to make, so many automatic defenses to eradicate, as he buried more and more of his interfacing cables within Rodimus' systems. He had gotten accustomed to the burn of the Matrix-fire by now, and even as he worked his way down Rodimus' sides, closer and closer to the burning center of his flames, it was nothing more than a tingle on the edge of his consciousness, nothing at all compared to the need to reshape Rodimus for his Lord's pleasure.
The next drill went in deep, piercing several layers of armor to connect to the sensor node toward the center of Rodimus' chest. Rodimus whimpered. "Can open for you--please--"
"Be still," Cyclonus said, and his interface cables sent the same message, taking over Rodimus' motor systems while they remade his sensor net. For a moment, he let himself examine the Prime as a whole, perfectly submissive, covered in Cyclonus' wires, willing to do anything to please their Lord.
Rodimus gasped, and not in pain this time. "Cyclonus--" he said, vocal frequency dropping drastically.
Cyclonus, carefully placing the next hole--close to the Matrix, but not too close--jerked back, suddenly filled with a desperate yearning to please that was and was not his own. "What--"
"Use me--" Rodimus said. Cyclonus lost control of his drill, and it drew an ugly line across Rodimus' chest. He would have to fix that later.
"You're Galvatron's," Cyclonus said, but it was hard to think; too much of him was inside the Prime, too much restless energy, too much desire to please and to be pleased...maybe if he...
"Should try me out," Rodimus said, as though he were thinking what Cyclonus was thinking, and maybe he was.
Cyclonus tossed the drill aside and grabbed him, embedded cables pulsing as loose cables wrapped around the Prime, wiggling into dents and pressing against the plating. It was so, so close to being perfect, so close to good enough for Galvatron--!
"Can't wait until he uses me," Rodimus said, lips moving in planetbound habit against Cyclonus' face, and Cyclonus could almost feel Galvatron on top of him, on top of Rodimus, claiming every single part of him as his own--
One of them screamed in pain as the energy exploded through the thousand links, and both of them moaned in pleasure.
Cyclonus' cables pulled out, satisfied, leaving perfect little holes behind. Unlike Cyclonus' ports, none of the holes had covers--Rodimus would be presented open, every sensor node available for Galvatron to claim, any time he chose. Cyclonus ran his fingers down Rodimus' arm, and Rodimus groaned in pain as he touched each hole.
"Good," Cyclonus pronounced.
"More--" Rodimus said, struggling upward. "Back now--please--"
"Not yet," Cyclonus said, and moved down between Rodimus' legs. "I still have work to do."
"Oh--!" Rodimus moaned and slid open his pelvic panels without asking, or being asked. "There too?"
"Of course." Knife already in hand, Cyclonus went to work.
