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Calming the Leader	By : StarRaider Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Calming the Leader
- 2-Taking it for the Cause
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Taking It For The Cause

“Where is he? I know he is here. CYCLONUS!” Galvatron stomped threw the hall and to his second’s quarters. Without knocking he opened the door. “CYCLONUS!”

The tall jet walked out quickly from the solvent shower. “Yes mighty Galvatron.”

“There you are. I want to….” Galvatron’s optics lowed to just below Cyclonus’ midsection. “Where is your armor?”

“I was not finished in the solvent shower mighty one.” Cyclonus turned to retrieve his discarded armor.

“No wait.” Galvatron placed a heavy hand on the purple jets shoulder. Cyclonus stopped immediately. Galvatron turned Cyclonus around and looked him over again. “I have never noticed your physique before.”

“One must be in top shape to battle.”

“I know that.” Galvatron’s optics moved down to look at Cyclonus’ placid rod. Inside his codpiece his rod started to stir, he turned his second to face him.

“Mighty Galvatron, this is not the time for.”

“GGNNAAH you will head my every command! Now remove my armor!”

“What about the Autobots?”

“We can deal with the troublesome Autobots after I have my pleasure.” Galvatron took a step back and pointed to the armor he wished to be displaced.

Cyclonus cocked his head just an instant then put his hands on his leader to find the hidden latches. Soon his fingers found the correct positions and the leaders codpiece fell to the floor, releasing the pressure off the expanding hot cord. Cyclonus’ face turned from shock to surprise, as he watched the deep purple rod jet out and way from his commander. Galvatron looked at Cyclonus and then down at himself.

“Stroke it.”

Cyclonus hesitated. “Err uumm yes mighty Galvatron.” He placed his hands on the large pole. ‘Pleasure??’ Cyclonus thought, he dare not disobey. He moved his hands from the base to the tip slowly in rhythm with his own air in takes. His leaders optics fluttered then came on a deep scarlet.

“More, Cyclonus I want more.”

“I do not….” Galvatron placed a hand on Cyclonus’ shoulder.

“On your knees. Use your oral receptor.”

Cyclonus was a bit shocked, but did as told. He kneeled and took in the tip of Galvatron’s now rigid rod. Galvatron left his hand on his lieutenant’s shoulder for a balanced grip. He stood there for a long time just the tip getting any pleasure, then something in him wanted more. He moved his hand from its resting place to on of the spires on Cyclonus’ helmet.

“More,.. all the way.” He pulled with both hands and Cyclonus was forced all the way down the long rod to Galvatron’s hilt. Cyclonus pulled slightly on his leaders grip to test it, but there was no moving. He had noticed something else as well, his own cord was starting to harden, sure he had thought on occasion what he might do to Galvatron, but till now the leader had not shown any interest of a bonding type relationship. Other thoughts ran rapidly threw Cyclonus’ head, the first one being what if they were caught. Nothing at the moment would stop Scourge if he had decided that he needed to see Cyclonus. His thought lingered there a moment, he then began to wonder if Galvatron had done this to Scourge as well. The thought was dismissed as a flashing in his vision of a warning, with his mouth full Cyclonus was not getting cool air to his systems and they were beginning to over heat. He placed his hands on Galvatron’s pelvic structure and as if he knew Galvatron let go. Seizing the moment Cyclonus took deep cooling gasps of air. Galvatron looked down at his subordinate; with an oddly cracked smile he had got a look at Cyclonus’ swollen rod for the first time. Ideas ran threw his mind, but one thing stuck. Cyclonus was well endowed and it looked promising. The grin grew wider as the first thought let to the next. Cyclonus was his best warrior, and there was no doubt that of all Cyclonus would take any order. He grabbed his second’s helmet again and walked pulling him to the recharge bed. Cyclonus crawled on hands and knees to keep up. As Galvatron sat Cyclonus came up between his legs. The Decepticon leader grasped the horn like ornaments of Cyclonus’ helmet and pulled the jet closer until once again his rod filled his second. Cyclonus sucked the pulsing cord swallowing as much as he could while still taking in cooling air to his systems. Galvatron let him pull away but just enough to pull him back in to place, he didn’t want to move deep within him a pressure was building. He liked it; there was now an odd rhythm between him and the jet one pulling away the other forcing the other back in to place. Cyclonus’ own rod was low and swinging at its full length below him, it throbbed for attention making Cyclonus distracted as he tired to work his commander into bliss. Galvatron neared the edge his systems were warm, and the release of pressure neared, he pull Cyclonus to him so that he could no longer see his rod. He threw his head back and growled and white-hot liquid filled Cyclonus. Cyclonus guzzled and consumed it quickly trying to keep from spilling the flavorful juice.

Galvatron laid back onto the bed his processor still in a daze, when Cyclonus stood and his rigid rod pointed at him. An idea gripped him, and he sat up quickly.

“I see that this little act has excited you. Let us put it to good use.”

“I do not understand Mighty Galvatron.”

“Do not act stupid with me Cyclonus.” Galvatron reached out and stroked Cyclonus’ hot pole. Cyclonus stood there a little shocked. He had thought about what he would do to his commander had he ever the chance, but with Galvatron’s heated temper he had dismissed it long ago. His optics turned of as reality set in and he accepted that he was finally going to get what he had wanted.
Galvatron stood up tracing Cyclonus’ well-muscled chest as he did. He pulled his second closer by the shoulders and kissed him. Cyclonus pulled back not expecting what had happened. Galvatron paid no mind this time; he hadn’t expected Cyclonus to be this willing at all.

“I know you want to fuck me. I have seen the look in your optics many times.” Galvatron cracked a crooked smile.

Cyclonus was unsure how to answer, he had thought many times about it, but this was Galvatron and if he had said the wrong thing he would face the cannon. “It had crossed my mind.”
Galvatron’s optics burned a hot scarlet. “This shall be your chance.” He sat back on to the bed and let Cyclonus’ rod stare him in the face.

“Are you certain my lord?”

“Are you questioning me?” Galvatron spat back.

“No mighty one.”

“Good then I am ready.” Galvatron turned over on the bed, giving Cyclonus a good look at his naked aft.

Cyclonus looked at it, Galvatron was more warrior than he, and had the body to prove it. Cyclonus kneeled on to the bed, and neared his commander; his rod oozed a bit of lube as the excitement rose. He grasped Galvatron’s rear with both hands taking a firm grip at the hip, just the touch thrilled him more and his rod began to look like it was drooling. He rubbed the lube around the exhaust port where in a few moments it would thrust it in, of all things he knew he would be dead if there was any pain to Galvatron. With the tip of his rod he could feel the pulse of Galvatron’s energon pump, to his surprise it was it was quite fast. As another bit of lube forced it’s was out of him he smeared it on the port in front of him. He wanted to wait no longer and placed the tip at the port and slowly applied pressure. Galvatron surprised him by pushing back on him as his rod slowly slid out of his view and in to Galvatron. The commander stopped once he has reached Cyclonus’ hilt and stayed there. Cyclonus’ processor screamed ecstasy and enjoyment, yet he dare not move. His cord was held tight and the muscle cables around it pulsed giving him a feeling of motion when there was none. He could feel the lube spit out his tip with each beat of his pump; he closed his optics again and took in cool air through his intakes. This was going to be a challenge, he was unsure if he would be able to hold out long enough to give Galvatron what he wanted. With that thought things began to calm for him, until Galvatron moved. He took that as his cue went the aft in his hands pull away then came right back.

Galvatron was anxious. He had seen Cyclonus on more than on occasion, but this was the first time he had acted on one of the odd thoughts. Of all the warriors he trusted Cyclonus most and it was that, that had led him here to this act. He forced more cool air in to his intakes and he took control of his own body and force himself to relax. He hadn’t though about there being any pain, not when Cyclonus had smeared the warm lube, he didn’t know where it had come from nor did he care. He let his second think he was in control for a micro second then took it back, sliding back on to Cyclonus. The feeling that came from the penetration, made his own spent rod slowly come back to life, and as the thought that he might be pleasured again passed through his processor he began to move on Cyclonus rod. It was slow at first, as Galvatron took in the feeling of full. He started to quicken the pace when the rod he rode seemed to become hard as stone.

Cyclonus kept pace, as much as he could. The amount of enjoyment was over powering and he could feel within him the build up of release like no other he had, had. He fought with it, trying to calm himself, but there was no way to block the heat and motion that Galvatron thrust upon him.

“STOKE ME!” Galvatron growled. Cyclonus wasn’t sure he had heard him right, but rather than not he leaned down and grabbed the hot rod that nearly didn’t swing in the motion. At his touch Galvatron sped up again, he kept his hand in place and let Galvatron have control of the movement.

Galvatron took in large pockets of cool air as his systems began to read heated; he had kept up a good pace till the familiar feeling of release had over powered his thoughts. He impaled himself on Cyclonus with authority. Yet something had been missing, he commanded Cyclonus who had obeyed quickly, and now there was nothing to hold back the power that he felt rising within him. He thrust back harder and with every movement the pleasure threatened to take him over. His muscle cables began to get taut, and he pushed against Cyclonus.

Pressure on Cyclonus’ rod became immense, as the hot cord in his had too became its fullest. He realized that Galvatron was getting close to release, and no longer felt the need to hold back. His thrust himself in to the hot pulsing aft if as much force as he could muster.

“YES! YES! HARDER CYCLONUS!” Galvatron yelled.
Cyclonus obliged with a newfound strength, but with that strength came the release. Suddenly his rod became harder to move, and his hand covered with hot fluid. It was too much for his cord to handle and one last thrust later he stayed buried into the hilt as he felt his orgasm flood in to Galvatron.

With the hard motion of his second there was no where to go he let the gratification take him as heat exhausted him and hot stick fluid covered his underside with every new plunge Cyclonus took. Another wave of pleasure claimed him and he let out a long breath when he felt the scorching juice fill his aft.

Both stay that way their systems taxed, not wanting to move from their enjoyment. Cyclonus no longer had the energy to stand he slowly pulled what was left of his shortening rod from his commanders aft, then collapsed on to the recharge bed next to him, his intakes fighting to get enough cool air to his taxed systems.

Galvatron did not move, the bliss that he lay in cleared his mind and for the first time in months his thought patterns were that of a normal processor. He made a mental note to remember use this clarity later as an advantage to lead, and then dismissed the entire thinking process. He turned over and lay on his back, his optics closed. Recharge has started to over take him, and soon he was in a deep slumber without realizing.
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