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Scourge Pays	By : StarRaider Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 1227 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Something smelled wrong. Scourge hadn’t had to sniff the air to smell it his finely turned sensors told him with only a hint. First Cyclonus had reeked of Shockwave on his last return, then he had an odor that was not bad but had changed the natural smell Scourge was accustomed to, and now his Unicronian brethren had taken leave to go back to Cybertron. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Shockwave had some sort of relationship going on with Cyclonus, exactly what he wasn’t sure.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the worst of his troubles. Galvatron was left in his office alone, and the vibe that emanated from that room was not pleasing at all. He wanted to leave, but felt trapped. Without Cyclonus it left Scourge in charge, and Galvatron didn’t care whom fulfilled the spot he took advantage of it. The sweep leader searched the base for someone he could pass off to Galvatron for a play toy instead of himself. In the control room he found Soundwave.

The communications officer knew what Scourge had come for, of all the Unicronians the sweeps lacked the metal barriers that Galvatron and Cyclonus had. He kept to his work. Scourge figured there would be no way he would talk Soundwave to going to Galvatron so he didn’t bother, he walked through the room looking for someone else to sacrifice. He nearly got to the rec. room when the inevitable crackle came to his communicator.

“SCOURGE!” Galvatron’s voice demanded.

He didn’t bother to pause or attempt to fake absence. “Yes, Mighty Galvatron?”

“I demand your assistance in my office.” The voice changed to something more agreeable.

Scourge shuttered at the thought then answered. “Right away.” He took off in the correct direction.

Galvatron sat at the desk within his codpiece his rod had been stirring for sometime he had wanted to ignore it while attempting to plan another attack, until it had grown to press against his armor, and start to feel sore. He released it, and with the pressure gone looked over the map again. He leaned back in his chair his pole standing out in front of him. He could have used it for a pointer from his view. He put his hand around it and held it to the side, only the touch made his sensors beg for more. He slammed his hand down on the desk turning the map off. He let his hand slide down the length of his shaft, and then pulled it back up. It had been a while since Cyclonus had serviced him and now it was obvious he would have to change that. He started to move his hand faster, letting a slight friction build into warmth. At the tip of his rod a little natural lube started to bubble out. While the action was nice it wasn’t enough. He could sit and do this for hours and not accomplish anything. He called Scourge.

The sweep neared the door that opened. He entered smelling Galvatron strongly. “You called Mighty one?” The sweep bowed low.

“Yes, of course. Come here.” Galvatron stroked himself vulgarly.

Scourge did as told knowing in the pit of his spark that this wouldn’t end well for him. He didn’t have the patients that Cyclonus did nor the skill to do what Galvatron craved. He got down to his knees before his leader and did as Galvatron pointed. Internally he sighed hard, and then started at the base of the rod before him licking his way to the tip. He watched his leader intently for warning signs of disapproval. He then noticed that unlike previous times the bright orange cannon that was Galvatron’s trade mark weapon hadn’t been removed. He almost winced.

Galvatron placed a hand on Scourge’s head as his subordinate crudely licked off the lube that had tricked down its shaft. The tongue wasn’t soft and warm as he wanted; it was more rough and sandy. He waited a bit longer and became accustomed to it, however it still wasn’t enough.

“Rub it as well.” He said watching eagerly wanting the building pressure released.

Suddenly Scourge held himself from a panic; he carefully put a hand in between Galvatron’s thighs watching cautiously not to scratch the sensitive area with the claw like fingers. He kept his hand in time with his sucking hoping this would bring his leader to his peak before having to endure the other option.

The Decepticon leaned back in his chair thrusting into Scourge’s mouth slow and evenly. He found the little scratching that was done on the inside of his thigh only heightened the want of his pending release. He pulled Scourge from his kneeling position and stood him up nearly pushing him on the chair which the commander had just vacated.

Scourge took a breath as he helped remove the armor that blocked Galvatron from his goal. It was much easier to comply than to be sent to CR, even then sometimes you would end up there. He felt the hot coated rod near his port just at the armor was moved. He grasped the chair preparing for the next step. Galvatron rubbed the lube around the port then forcefully inserted it to the hilt. Scourge did his best to not tense, biting his lower lip to keep from crying out, as pain filled his mind. Normally he could handle the intrusion, but it wasn’t Galvatron doing it. The leader was much larger than the others that had access to his exhaust port. He held there waiting for his leader to start.

Quickly as it as inserted it was withdrawn and reinserted, Galvatron pulled the sweep back onto him with his hands on his lesser’s hip. He let a grunt come out as he sank his rod to the hilt again. The cables inside were taunt and pulsing attempting to make way for the larger rod. He pulled himself in again and started to feel the pending release coming. He reached forward grabbing Scourge at the wings and pulled back. The hinges creaked but held as Scourge screamed out.

“AAAHHH!” He wasn’t expecting to have his sensitive wings pulled. The entire action had made his own rod extend and harden under him.

Evilly Galvatron pulled again, thrusting hard slamming Scourge into the chair. Scourge panted and held the chair

“AH AH AH” came with each thrust of his commander. Another hard yank on the wings “AAAAHH!!” he screamed again this time his rod spilling his scorching solution onto the floor and chair in front of him.

The cables flexing again grasped Galvatron and sent him where he craved. He pulled hard one least time thrusting as far as he could pushing his load of sticky fluid deep inside Scourge.

“NGAHHH” he roared, and then began to pant. His mind cleared and a thought came to him. He withdrew from his inferior and near pushed him out of the chair restarting the map. He finally found what he had wanted.

Slow to get up Scourge watched as his wings hung loosely, any attempt to move them caused him pain. He pulled a cloth and wiped clean the floor as well as the part of the chair he could get to without disturbing Galvatron. He found his armor that had been tossed against the wall and replaced it before he moved to the door. He felt better for the release he had, but was more relieved he had managed to escape without being shot. The door opened as he neared, Galvatron looked up and then back to the map, Scourge took his cue and headed for the repair bay. He wouldn’t tell Cyclonus of the incident but would insist that he not be gone at long times with out allowing Scourge to go as well.
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