Let the wild rumpus commence.
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kinkfestTitle: Red Sun
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raisedbymoogles
Rating: R for unfocused playing with naughty bits.
Warnings: Slightly dubious con, snark and angst.
Word count: 1130
Prompt: July 1st, Transformers: Gen one (cartoonverse), Rodimus Prime/Galvatron/Scourge: Humanfic, touching through clothes, forced orgasm - "You always doubt it when they say you think too much, don't you?"
Summary: Sometimes even Scourge gets tired of Rodimus brooding.
At his birth Scourge had been spared the near-crippling claustrophobia that plagued many other fliers, but he was relieved regardless that their apartment had a balcony with a clear view of Earth's western sky. It hardly seemed to matter that it was already occupied, the resident redhead leaning on the rail staring pensively down at - Scourge suspected - nothing in particular. "What are you looking at, Prime?" he asked anyway.
Rodimus Prime's head jerked up, eyes startled. "Oh - Scourge. Sorry, I didn't hear you."
"You wouldn't have heard a Dinobot," Scourge pointed out wryly. Rodimus grinned, ducking his head in acknowledgement of an accurate hit. Scourge huffed and joined him at the rail, finding a smile trying to emerge at the corner of his mouth. After a moment's thought he decided to let it live.
The building fell away below them, terminating at a nearly-empty parking lot. Unless one of the few cars below were Autobots, Scourge didn't see anything worth staring at. "I'd think you'd be looking at the sunset," he commented.
That earned him a flicker of a smile. "It's too nice a sunset to waste on brooding."
"So stop brooding," Scourge shrugged, only half joking.
Rodimus looked up at him, and there was a terrifying bleak paleness in his eyes. "Tell the sun to stop setting."
For a moment Scourge was reminded of the surface of Charr, colorless and broken, crowded with the silent memories of whatever ancient wars had razed it; and of Cyclonus, who at times and at the end of long training sessions was indistinguishable from the sundered planet itself. "This won't do," he sighed, and slung Rodimus up over his shoulder.
For a breathless moment Rodimus was flung out over the balcony; he yelped and grabbed on hard to Scourge's shirt, clinging as the tracker hauled his prize out of the sun.
His commander glanced up from the bed when Scourge entered, brow knitting in a frown. "What are you doing with him?" he demanded.
"De-angsting, sir," Scourge answered quickly. "Care to join in?"
"I do not need to be de-angsted!" Rodimus burst out, kicking futilely at the air.
"You said you were brooding!"
"I always brood!"
"Exactly." Scourge plunked Rodimus down on the bed next to Galvatron, who took one look at his flushed, angry face and started to laugh.
"You're going to need, my help, Scourge," the tyrant grinned, adding, "Hold him." In an instant Scourge had Rodimus pinned facedown, wrists to the bed in one hand, the other hand gripping his hair. Galvatron sat back to watch him as he squirmed, gasping in pain whenever he tried to move his head. "These bodies are sensitive, you said," he purred, dark eyes dancing. "Two evenings previous, wasn't it?"
"That - that wasn't an invitation!" Rodimus protested. "Ow..." He hissed, baring his teeth as Scourge yanked his head down. "Besides," he gritted, "you never pay attention when I read out loud."
"I pay attention to the important parts, Prime," Galvatron growled in his ear, and waited until he knew Rodimus was looking at him before placing one hand firmly on the back of his neck. "Would you like to find out just how sensitive you are, Prime?" he purred, his voice silk over steel.
"I think I've got a rough idea already," Rodimus gasped, and moaned in the next instant as Galvatron dug his fingers into his nape. That cruel weight slid down his spine, over the thin material of his shirt, and despite himself Rodimus arched against them. "I want you to know," he said weakly, "I plan on making this hard as possible."
"Why?" Scourge grinned - though despite the grin it was an honest question. "You've got two of the most powerful creatures living hell-bent on making you overload. Why would you fight that?" Scourge never did.
"Because - " Rodimus's protest was cut off by a helpless gasp as Galvatron began to stroke his back, strong fingers digging into every curve of his spine through the thin material of his shirt. The young Prime shifted toward him - even in this form addicted to the warlord's touch! - and finished lamely, "I don't want you to have to."
Galvatron grunted and dug both thumbs into the small of his back, forcing him to arch against Scourge's hold on his hair. "You really do think too much," the Decepticon overlord accused. When Rodimus didn't reply - couldn't, Scourge suspected - he slipped his hands up to Rodimus's shoulders. "Where are humans most sensitive, Prime?" he purred. "Tell me."
"I don't know," Rodimus moaned. His head tipped back against Scourge's hold on his hair, and Scourge let him - he wanted to see the helpless look on the Prime's face.
"Hmm." Galvatron reached around to rake his fingers down Rodimus's chest. "Here?" he smiled as Rodimus squirmed. "Or here? Perhaps..." The dark hands went down his sides, across his flanks and down his thighs to his bent knees, then back up their insides. "Where, Prime?" Galvatron demanded again as his touch migrated upwards.
Rodimus bit his lip, fighting his own voice, then abruptly surrendered. "There, there," he cried as Galvatron reached the terminus of his pants, "oh Primus, there!"
"Here?" Galvatron hovered at his inner thighs, his touch cruelly light.
"Everywhere," the young Prime confessed, "but especially there. Galvatron-"
"Yes, Prime?" But Rodimus would say no more, until Scourge yanked hard on his hair, forcing his head down almost to the mattress.
"Say it, Prime," the tracker whispered.
Rodimus trembled in their hands. "Please," he whispered.
Apparently that was good enough for Galvatron, who had Rodimus's pants shoved down to his knees before Scourge could demand he say it louder. The Prime bucked as Galvatron took him in both hands, his cry echoing off the walls as Scourge yanked his head up into a kiss. Rodimus tasted at first like Galvatron - like fire, like wildness - but Galvatron's mouth had never yielded like this, had never accepted the invasion of Scourge's tongue with such perfect sweetness. Scourge bore down hard and consumed the Prime's helpless moan as he came between one breath and the next.
"Hah," Galvatron grunted, grinning harshly as he wiped his hands on the sheets. "That's better. Isn't it, Rodimus?"
The redhead barely had enough energy to nod. Scourge pulled him semi-upright against his shoulder and Galvatron shifted closer, slinging an arm across the Prime's back to hook his fingers in Scourge's waistband. Scourge looked up, startled, pleased.
"De-angsting completed, my lord," he reported with a smile.
Galvatron laughed and yanked them both closer. "Well done, Scourge," he proclaimed, and reached for him; Scourge obligingly leaned in. They kissed, and more than kissed, as between them Rodimus settled quietly like a small red sun.
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raisedbymooglesRating: R for unfocused playing with naughty bits.
Warnings: Slightly dubious con, snark and angst.
Word count: 1130
Prompt: July 1st, Transformers: Gen one (cartoonverse), Rodimus Prime/Galvatron/Scourge: Humanfic, touching through clothes, forced orgasm - "You always doubt it when they say you think too much, don't you?"
Summary: Sometimes even Scourge gets tired of Rodimus brooding.
At his birth Scourge had been spared the near-crippling claustrophobia that plagued many other fliers, but he was relieved regardless that their apartment had a balcony with a clear view of Earth's western sky. It hardly seemed to matter that it was already occupied, the resident redhead leaning on the rail staring pensively down at - Scourge suspected - nothing in particular. "What are you looking at, Prime?" he asked anyway.
Rodimus Prime's head jerked up, eyes startled. "Oh - Scourge. Sorry, I didn't hear you."
"You wouldn't have heard a Dinobot," Scourge pointed out wryly. Rodimus grinned, ducking his head in acknowledgement of an accurate hit. Scourge huffed and joined him at the rail, finding a smile trying to emerge at the corner of his mouth. After a moment's thought he decided to let it live.
The building fell away below them, terminating at a nearly-empty parking lot. Unless one of the few cars below were Autobots, Scourge didn't see anything worth staring at. "I'd think you'd be looking at the sunset," he commented.
That earned him a flicker of a smile. "It's too nice a sunset to waste on brooding."
"So stop brooding," Scourge shrugged, only half joking.
Rodimus looked up at him, and there was a terrifying bleak paleness in his eyes. "Tell the sun to stop setting."
For a moment Scourge was reminded of the surface of Charr, colorless and broken, crowded with the silent memories of whatever ancient wars had razed it; and of Cyclonus, who at times and at the end of long training sessions was indistinguishable from the sundered planet itself. "This won't do," he sighed, and slung Rodimus up over his shoulder.
For a breathless moment Rodimus was flung out over the balcony; he yelped and grabbed on hard to Scourge's shirt, clinging as the tracker hauled his prize out of the sun.
His commander glanced up from the bed when Scourge entered, brow knitting in a frown. "What are you doing with him?" he demanded.
"De-angsting, sir," Scourge answered quickly. "Care to join in?"
"I do not need to be de-angsted!" Rodimus burst out, kicking futilely at the air.
"You said you were brooding!"
"I always brood!"
"Exactly." Scourge plunked Rodimus down on the bed next to Galvatron, who took one look at his flushed, angry face and started to laugh.
"You're going to need, my help, Scourge," the tyrant grinned, adding, "Hold him." In an instant Scourge had Rodimus pinned facedown, wrists to the bed in one hand, the other hand gripping his hair. Galvatron sat back to watch him as he squirmed, gasping in pain whenever he tried to move his head. "These bodies are sensitive, you said," he purred, dark eyes dancing. "Two evenings previous, wasn't it?"
"That - that wasn't an invitation!" Rodimus protested. "Ow..." He hissed, baring his teeth as Scourge yanked his head down. "Besides," he gritted, "you never pay attention when I read out loud."
"I pay attention to the important parts, Prime," Galvatron growled in his ear, and waited until he knew Rodimus was looking at him before placing one hand firmly on the back of his neck. "Would you like to find out just how sensitive you are, Prime?" he purred, his voice silk over steel.
"I think I've got a rough idea already," Rodimus gasped, and moaned in the next instant as Galvatron dug his fingers into his nape. That cruel weight slid down his spine, over the thin material of his shirt, and despite himself Rodimus arched against them. "I want you to know," he said weakly, "I plan on making this hard as possible."
"Why?" Scourge grinned - though despite the grin it was an honest question. "You've got two of the most powerful creatures living hell-bent on making you overload. Why would you fight that?" Scourge never did.
"Because - " Rodimus's protest was cut off by a helpless gasp as Galvatron began to stroke his back, strong fingers digging into every curve of his spine through the thin material of his shirt. The young Prime shifted toward him - even in this form addicted to the warlord's touch! - and finished lamely, "I don't want you to have to."
Galvatron grunted and dug both thumbs into the small of his back, forcing him to arch against Scourge's hold on his hair. "You really do think too much," the Decepticon overlord accused. When Rodimus didn't reply - couldn't, Scourge suspected - he slipped his hands up to Rodimus's shoulders. "Where are humans most sensitive, Prime?" he purred. "Tell me."
"I don't know," Rodimus moaned. His head tipped back against Scourge's hold on his hair, and Scourge let him - he wanted to see the helpless look on the Prime's face.
"Hmm." Galvatron reached around to rake his fingers down Rodimus's chest. "Here?" he smiled as Rodimus squirmed. "Or here? Perhaps..." The dark hands went down his sides, across his flanks and down his thighs to his bent knees, then back up their insides. "Where, Prime?" Galvatron demanded again as his touch migrated upwards.
Rodimus bit his lip, fighting his own voice, then abruptly surrendered. "There, there," he cried as Galvatron reached the terminus of his pants, "oh Primus, there!"
"Here?" Galvatron hovered at his inner thighs, his touch cruelly light.
"Everywhere," the young Prime confessed, "but especially there. Galvatron-"
"Yes, Prime?" But Rodimus would say no more, until Scourge yanked hard on his hair, forcing his head down almost to the mattress.
"Say it, Prime," the tracker whispered.
Rodimus trembled in their hands. "Please," he whispered.
Apparently that was good enough for Galvatron, who had Rodimus's pants shoved down to his knees before Scourge could demand he say it louder. The Prime bucked as Galvatron took him in both hands, his cry echoing off the walls as Scourge yanked his head up into a kiss. Rodimus tasted at first like Galvatron - like fire, like wildness - but Galvatron's mouth had never yielded like this, had never accepted the invasion of Scourge's tongue with such perfect sweetness. Scourge bore down hard and consumed the Prime's helpless moan as he came between one breath and the next.
"Hah," Galvatron grunted, grinning harshly as he wiped his hands on the sheets. "That's better. Isn't it, Rodimus?"
The redhead barely had enough energy to nod. Scourge pulled him semi-upright against his shoulder and Galvatron shifted closer, slinging an arm across the Prime's back to hook his fingers in Scourge's waistband. Scourge looked up, startled, pleased.
"De-angsting completed, my lord," he reported with a smile.
Galvatron laughed and yanked them both closer. "Well done, Scourge," he proclaimed, and reached for him; Scourge obligingly leaned in. They kissed, and more than kissed, as between them Rodimus settled quietly like a small red sun.
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Date: 2007-07-01 12:30 pm (UTC)And possibly some comments at Roddy's expense were I being cruel, but this was too much fun and too hot to warrant it. ^_^Knew someone awesome'd be able to write my prompts. ^_______^ *melts happily and snuggles you*
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Date: 2007-07-01 12:38 pm (UTC)(And dude, of course Galvatron can turn him boneless in five seconds. He's Galvatron. ;D)
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Date: 2007-07-02 12:13 am (UTC)*takes momentary break to find words for reviewage other than 'squee flail thud'* The final line is really nice, and I like seeing Scourge take initiative on things. And frankly, Rodimus really did need a de-angsting.
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Date: 2007-07-02 12:54 am (UTC)*hugs!* ^_^ Glad you liked.
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Date: 2007-08-25 12:07 pm (UTC)I ams upposed to bbe habving moving tiems nau and all i am going to b e able tot hink is this - I am sure myf riend is not going to take my explanation of "I read some unbeliebvably hot humaan!transformer!Pr0n and that is wehy ia nm being with no brain" :P
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