kinkfest | Transformers, G1- Rodimus Prime/Galvatron/Scourge (Reply)

Title: Lost In Thought
Author/Artist:

liltigre
Rating: R
Warnings: Dubcon, men touching other men in naughty places
Word count: 1,600
Summary: Sometimes we need a reminder to stop thinking and just feel.
A/N: It has been several years since I've written Transformers fic, but G1 is my guilty pleasure, and I fell in love with Hot Rod/Rodimus the second he appeared in the animated movie. I'm hoping this comes out, y'know, halfway decently. :3

If Rodimus were completely honest with himself, he'd admit the entire situation had been his own fault. Out brooding again, racing through the the middle of nowhere again, trying to outrace his mind and his doubts and his guilt and he hadn't payed any attention to the roar of other engines until the Stunticons had rammed him off the edge of the road and into Cyclonus and the light of a charging cannon. There'd been a flash, a searing pain through his circuits, and the sardonic thought at least I won't be at another damn meeting tomorrow running through his head before he blacked out.

When the young Prime came to, two things came immediately to his attention. One was the fact that his body, crumpled and battered and the paint half-scorched, was parked on the other side of the warehouse. It looked more painful than it was, of course, but he just knew Kup and Magnus were going to bitch him out for being reckless yet again, like they seemed to do every damn week.

The second was that... he was looking at his body from across the room.

He tried to get to his feet and immediately stumbled on the shackles that bound his feet. Feet, pink and wiggly and... human. Hands? Fleshy, and with nails that needed a trimming- they were bound behind his back by what felt like handcuffs, so he couldn't tell the color. Still... being six feet tall, in what looked like an old pair of Spike's pajamas, pretty much could only mean one thing. Rodimus was human.

Again.

"You don't look very pleased, Rodimus Prime," a low, oily voice crooned, and he refocused his gaze to see another human sitting on the wreckage of his hood. He smirked, running a hand through his spiky, slicked-up hair, and slid down to the concrete floor. another human stood resolutely beside him, this one looking older, with a droopy mustache and goatee that he kept smoothing nervously. "No snappy comeback, no ranting about your moral superiority, no angsting about your lot in life? Don't tell me your processor was scrambled in the transition."

Rodimus stared. And blinked. The man was human, yes, in expensive slacks and a dress shirt halfway untucked from his pants, but the ruby eyes and the arrogant posture were a sure giveaway. "... Galvatron?" he squeaked.

The pair- the vaguely Asian-looking man had to be Scourge, from the servile way he reacted to Galvatron- stepped forward, the Decepticon leader stopping just a few inches from Rodimus and peering into his face. "I didn't think you'd figure it out so fast, Autobot. Good. Means we can skip the pleasantries and get down to... business."

The only reply he got was a scowl; Galvatron grasped his face firmly in hand, grip painfully tight. His intense gaze was different in human eyes, the spark of insanity at once smoothed out and intensified. It was if the transition from Transformer to human had streamlined his insanity into a stronger, controllable madness. "... what do you want?" Rodimus finally asked, scowling and glancing to the side.

Scourge, at an unseen signal from his leader, stepped behind Rodimus and pulled him up straight by the hair, his other hand gripping his wrists with surprising strength. "Oh, I haven't decided yet," Galvatron smirked. "I could rend you asunder, kill you and rid myself of your annoying presence once and for all. Without you, without the Matrix, the Autobots would fall apart as dust in the winds." His fingers tapped a rhythm along his high cheekbone. "But as tempting as that is...." He paused, looking comically thoughtful; after a second a wildly insane grin spread across his face. Free hand grazing lightly down Rodimus's chest, he leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "Without you to stand in my way, I wouldn't have anything left worth my time to conquer." Galvatron traced the shell of his ear with his tongue. "And we can't have that. A lifetime of boredom? I'd go mad."

Rodimus shivered and tried to back away, but was held firmly in place by Scourge. The leader of the Sweeps pulled him flat against him. "Stop squirming, Autobot," he hissed as a strange hardness pressed into the younger male's back, "and be thankful Mighty Galvatron is sparing your worthless life."

"Slag off." Rodimus didn't stop squirming, even as Galvatron's hand traced a peculiarly sensitive spot on his chest and pinched lightly, making him hiss. It felt... good. "Even without me, the Autobots would never stop. You know better. If we could stand strong after losing Optimus-" He stopped short, closing his mouth tight and looking pointedly away.

Galvatron paused. "Ah, the fabled Optimus Prime. The greatest leader the Autobots have ever known." He watched the other's reactions intently, his fingers alternating between strokes and pinches. "Someone who's shadow you will always be under. Or is it something else?" Rodimus tensed his jaw. "Ah, it's something else, isn't it? What is it? What are you thinking about?"

The Autobot leader shivered, an unfamiliar motion in a foreign body. It was pleasurable, what Galvatron was doing, sending little thrills through his innards to pool in the lower part of his torso. Pleasurable enough that, when he felt Scourge rake semi-sharp teeth over the side of his neck he whimpered, all thought fleeing. "That's the difference between you and I, Rodimus. You think. You think and worry and spend so much time reliving the past that you forget to live in the now." Galvatron's hand was slipping down, tracing firm, rippling muscle. "The human who assisted us told me a few very interesting things. You've met her before. She gave me a few... pointers on how these ridiculous bodies work. That was the price for the bargain, you see. That Scourge and I suffered the indignity along with you."

"She won't keep her word," Rodimus hissed through clenched teeth, squirming as the hand brushed over his groin- and oh dear Primus that felt good. "She... wont-"

Scourge nipped at his throat again, breath hot and body grinding against him in a way that was just intensifying the blinding sensations. "Oh, but she will," he replied confidently. "No human would renege on a promise to Mighty Galvatron- especially not when Cyclonus has a fusion pistol to her cranium."

"You're thinking again." Galvatron's finger traced hard, hot flesh through the thin fabric of his pants. "Stop it. I'm tired of having an opponent who wastes time on bemoaning the past." Fingers traced the tip of the hardness, pressing down slightly.

A drop of moisture seemed to stain the cloth; Rodimus shut his eyes and turned away, scowling, though his hips bucked ever-so-slightly against his fingers. "I can see it, Rodimus." The low voice hissing his name made him whimper. "You're thinking, always thinking. How do I get out of this, why is he doing this to me, why couldn't I be strong enough then, why am I not strong enough now- you're so busy thinking that you're forgetting to live!"

"Shut-" The young Prime opened his lips, ready to scream at him, then threw his head back and moaned. Galvatron's hands were stroking, touching, seemingly everywhere and nowhere and so hot through his clothes that it burned. Whatever it was- he knew human anatomy, had to after so many years around them- but he couldn't think with the aching pleasure inside- whatever it was Galvatron was doing, it felt wonderful. "A-ahhhh, don't-"

"Don't?" The laughter was sharp and amused; stroking along the heated length was creating the most deliciousshivers in the younger male, tiny gasps and moans. Galvatron pressed harder, cupping it through the fabric and pumping hard once. The Autobot leader cried out even through the denial, the sounds music to the other's ears. Scourge laughed roughly, tugging his head back by the hair. "Your mind says no, Autobot, but your body says yes."

And it was the truth. His mind was racing in denial and anger and thought- all of which was melting under the ill-understood sensations. His circuits were overloading- except they couldn't be circuits, not in a human body. The stroking grew harder, rougher; the flash of pain from teeth and hair pulling just intensified all the other sensation. Rodimus squirmed, incoherent through the haze of pleasure, until a bolt of lightning shot up his spine and drew out a sharp cry of mind-numbing pleasure.

Galvatron kept up even through the other's pleasure, still stroking even as the front of his pants became slightly sticky, until Rodimus slumped bonelessly in Scourge's grip. At a nod, Scourge undid the handcuffs; the younger male's arms fell limply to his sides. "I trust I got my point across?" he finally said when Rodimus stirred and lifted his gaze. The Autobot's eyes were flickering with blue light- the Matrix, of course, even in this foreign body. "Or would you like to think about it some more, Rodimus Prime?"

"... no." Rodimus straightened, wobbling slightly and looking exhausted. He stared Galvatron in the eye for a moment, face set in stone- then lunged forward and grabbed the taller male, jerking him forward and biting at his lower lip even as his hand settled firmly over the other's excited flesh. "Thinking's done, Galvatron," he hissed with a smirk. His eyes flashed again, a spark of naughtiness, of daring- of life. He squeezed and shocked a low rumbling moan from his throat. "You made me stop thinking. I think I'll return the favor... by giving you something to think about."

Galvatron smirked and grabbed Rodimus by the arm, blatantly pressing into his grip. "By all means, Autobot. The battlefield's ready- if you think you can claim it."