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Shocking Cyc	By : StarRaider Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 1570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Shocking Cyc

In the darkness of space a lone ship soundlessly glided. There was no occupant, the ship its-self the traveler. Shockwave had called Charr requesting an officer to confirm reports of a spacial abnormality near Cybertron. Rather than sending a horde of ill-equipped seekers, Cyclonus had taken upon himself to do it.

He neared the area that coincided with the co-ordinates that Shockwave had sent; yet nothing showed on his sensors. He came a round and swept the area thoroughly, still his readings were nothing. He banked around again and headed to Cybertron, now he would have to see what the readings Shockwave had took were.

Cyclonus transformed and landed just outside the infamous citadel, where Shockwave had appeared to greet him.

“What were your sensor readings? I could fine nothing.” Cyclonus asked the approaching purple mech.

“They have since dissipated. I have not been able to track it.” Shockwave stopped just short of Cyclonus, standing optic to optic with the jet.

Cyclonus had a look of disgust; he knew Galvatron would not be happy with such news. “ I will report this to mighty Galvatron myself.” He turned to take off again.

“There are other items that also require your attention.” Shockwave stated flatly. He knew that Cyclonus would come; it was illogical to send any other.

“Very well, quickly.” Cyclonus followed the older mech in to the citadel.

Shockwave gave Cyclonus the usual reports, and the readings on the abnormality.

“I have no time for these, you could have sent them to Charr.” Cyclonus spat irritated.

“You are correct. There was an ulterior motive to bringing you here.” Shockwave watched as Cyclonus’ face took a slight look of concern.

“Why have you brought me here?” The jet questioned.

“For my pleasure.” Shockwave’s optic coldly blinked.

“Galvatron will not permit this!” Cyclonus protested.

“Galvatron is not here. Sentinels restrain him!” Eight plain robots emerged from the shadows grabbing hand holds anywhere they could. Cyclonus struggled and managed to defeat two before he was finally stopped and brought before Shockwave again.

“Cyclonus, you are a logical Decepticon, you must see that this is how things should be?” Shockwave caressed the left spire of Cyclonus’ head with his only hand. Cyclonus tried to pull away but the sentinels grip held tight.

“You cannot be serious, surely there is another more worthy of you than I?” Cyclonus was grasping at any straw that might free him from the obvious out come of the situation.

“Even now your logic suits you well, but I have done it all. Galvatron is completely insane, Soundwave cannot fly the distance alone and he always has those trouble some cassettes. You must see it you are the next logical conclusion.”

Cyclonus lowered his optics in defeat, part of him wanted nothing to do with Shockwave, yet in the back of his processor there was a curiosity that took over wanting to see just what Shockwave could do. He had noticed on occasion that there was and extra area in Shockwave’s codpiece. In a split decision he threw caution to the wind, ‘what did it matter what will happen?’ He thought.

“If I agree to this will you release me?”

“Yes, I am eager to get started.” Shockwave traced Cyclonus’ jaw line slowly.

“Alright. Under one condition, Galvatron is never to find out.” Cyclonus stared boldly in to Shockwave’s golden optic.

“Agreed.”

Instantly the sentinels released their grasp, Cyclonus stood and watched as Shockwave neared.

“Come with me.” Shockwave passed Cyclonus and walked out of the control room, Cyclonus followed keeping pace with him. The citadel was not made to house anyone, but over the years Shockwave had made one storeroom into his personal quarters. He neared the door and it swished open. He walked in and turned around, he saw no need to lock the door, but logically Cyclonus would prefer it. He locked the door.

Cyclonus looked around at the near bare chamber. There was a desk with a computer, a door which he could see the solvent shower, and a huge comfortable looking recharge bed. Cyclonus could help cracking a smile as he eyed up the bed. He walked to the bed and sat down, indeed it was quite comfortable.

Shockwave walked to the jet and stood in between his open legs, he gently brushed Cyclonus’ chest plating with his hand. Cyclonus stared as the sensations made him relax. With an almost inaudible click, Cyclonus’ chest plate fell to the floor between them, Cyclonus ignored it. He was feeling warm and very relaxed he almost didn’t care anymore. For a slight second his mind wonder to how Shockwave knew what to do him, but it was dismissed by the logical thought of study. His optics began to dim as he gave in to the wondering hand, just as he had turned them off completely the hand asserted pressure pushing him to a laying position. He didn’t protest. He heard another click, but felt nothing. He relit his optic to see Shockwave removing his helmet. ‘At last to see what is behind that stupid flashing bulb.'' He thought as he propped him self up on his elbows. There were two more clicks then Shockwave took it off, the robot under looked surprisingly young, and oddly normal. He had a jaw much like that of a seeker, but optics that looked a lot like Megatron’s. The color itself was a dark purple, which made his bright red optics burn. Cyclonus had a look of shock; he had expected what the earthlings would call and ‘old man’.

Shockwave locked optics with Cyclonus; he couldn’t help but to smile slightly. He started his rubbing of the jet again, this time with a little more purpose. He leaned over the propped up Cyclonus and began to also use his tongue. Cyclonus’ optics brightened then promptly went out. Shockwave grinned again as he licked while caressing the narrow waist searching for the clasps to the codpiece. Click, one off. No movement from Cyclonus. Another click, still no reaction, he moved to the side to remove the armor. Shockwave finally caught a glimpse of what his prize would be, he smiled broadly it was bigger than he had expected, not to mention a nice light purple. He got off the bed and stood, marveling at the bare jet before him. Seeing Cyclonus stir he got down on his knees and started stroking the jets slightly hard rod. Cyclonus shivered, as he lay back all the way down. Shockwave watched Cyclonus carefully as he stroked life in the now pulsing unit. He continued to stroke until the rod had reached its full length, then he reached out to it with his tongue caressing the tip ever so gently. Cyclonus jerked feeling the warm tongue on him; he had never expected to be treated well. He knew there would be a catch, but no longer cared. Whatever price he would pay was well worth it, he was happy. Shockwave licked Cyclonus until his saliva cover the entire area, then in a fluid motion he took Cyclonus’ shaft in his mouth and down his throat.

“AAHHhhh” Cyclonus could no longer keep his pleasure quiet, as Shockwave suck gently at him. Cyclonus sat up and edged closer to the end of the bed. Shockwave never let his rhythm or suction miss the whole way. What Shockwave was doing was exquisite, the timing and the warmth began to give Cyclonus the first tingles of release. Shockwave moved his hand to Cyclonus’ butt that hung just barely off the edge of the bed. His fingers had been covered for some time with his own saliva and some of Cyclonus’ own fluid that managed to seep out. He probed his fingers around and found the subdued surface that led to the jets output. Cyclonus tensed, but quickly relaxed again, he knew what Shockwave wanted and he would need to be relaxed if he were going to take it. Shockwave probed a little more forcibly, feeling the cables slowly give way to his fingers intrusion. His own pole had begun to ache, needing release from the confines of his codpiece. He shifted slightly agitated by lack of control.

Cyclonus looked at Shockwave with an optic brow raised, and then began to unlatch Shockwave’s armor. Impressed by the strength of Shockwave, he rubbed the well-muscled back. What was being done to him was nearly rendering him in able to think. He paused his rubbing a moment to try to gain his concentration, it was useless, so he leaned over and unsnapped the hinges of Shockwave’s piece. The pressure that Shockwave had built pushed the armor off and to the floor. Out of breath and nearly at climax Cyclonus thrust him self deeper in to Shockwave’s mouth while pulling him by the shoulders closer. Shockwave responded eagerly increasing the suction and further inserting his finger within Cyclonus. Cyclonus bucked harder at the purple robot in front of him, as the pressure welled up within him causing him to burst with his juice in to Shockwave’s mouth.

Shockwave swallowed greedily until Cyclonus lay before him spent. He looked down at himself he was now ready. He got up from the near sitting position to kneeling before Cyclonus.

Slowly he rubbed the tip of is pole, at Cyclonus’ now well-lubed port. The jet moaned, but was unable to say anything. Shockwave increased the pressure as he began to slowly slide in to the hole. Cyclonus grasped at the bed, but only found the blanket to hold on to. Shockwave relaxed then pressed again, Cyclonus looked at Shockwave’s unit as it glistened, it was a deep purple almost black. It was bigger that any other he’d seen, but it was too late to go back. He had his, now it was time to pay. Shockwave saw the worried look on the jets face but disregarded it; he had gotten in to smaller places than Cyclonus. He pressed again this time his rod began to slide easily, allowing more of him in. Cyclonus’ grip on the bed softened, and he began to cool his systems in normal breaths. Shockwave pressed again, then paused, with out with drawing he pushed further.

“AAAHHHhhh!” Cyclonus let it out through grinding teeth as his own rod became fully erect with the new pleasure.

Shockwave stopped, he was feeling the cables around his pole loosen then tighten with the pulse of Cyclonus’ energon pump. Finally he began a short and slow flow of thrusts.

“MMMMMMmmmm” It was almost inaudible but Cyclonus had heard it. Shockwave was enjoying it. He also admitted to himself that it was far better then he had thought. He kept time with Shockwave’s thrusts, and rapped his right leg around him.

Shockwave let his mind wonder, it had been ages since he had anyone to bury his pole in and he wanted it to last as long as possible. Soon his systems would begin to get warm, and then there would be no more logical reason to go on. He started to pull out further and give Cyclonus longer strokes, but kept the same quick pace. Cyclonus pulled at Shockwave with his leg, he had been fighting off another eruption for most of the time. Now it was impossible, the sensations were too over whelming and he wasn’t even touching himself.

“NNNNhhhgggg” Cyclonus rod spat out the hot fluid on to Shockwave’s chest.

Shockwave smiled again, then pulled Cyclonus closer and began to pound in to him.

“Can you do it again?” Shockwave asked the near comatose jet.

“I ,….. don…. I .. don’t.. think so..” Cyclonus got out in between cooling breaths.

“We shall see.” Now with one hand on Cyclonus waist and the other arm holding the leg he let himself go all out. He thrust hard and fast causing Cyclonus to slide on the bed.

“Ugh ugh ugh,” Cyclonus was hard again.

Shockwave watched Cyclonus’ rod come back to life, now was the time to finish. He let go of the jet and grabbed the shaft that bobbed in front of him. He stroked it in time with his own thrusts. He could feel the muscle cables in Cyclonus’ port; begin to tighten again signaling his pending release. Then he felt it, deep within him a power surge that he had waited so long for. It over loaded his circuits as he hammered his flow in to Cyclonus.
“RRRRRrrrrrhhhhhh.” Cyclonus growled as another wave of pleasure washed over him and on to Shockwave.

Shockwave slowed his pace he was nearly spent. He removed himself from the now drained Cyclonus. “You will require recharge before you return to Charr.”

“I will also require reason to return.” Cyclonus added.

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This was the first thing of any sort of sexual nature I had ever wrote. Its nearly three years old. I have newer things just thought I''d start at the beginning.
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