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No Particular Reference
By : LeavesofMyself
Category: Transformers > G1
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Disclaimer: See full disclaimer in Chapter 1
Chapter List
- 21
- 22
- 23
Chapter Warning(s): Crack! pairing (I guess it counts), slash, pure smut, OOC-ness (to a degree), and light swearing. (I think that's it)
Chapter Rating: M+ (definitely not suitable for anyone under the age of 18)
Pairing: Grimlock/Megatron (uke!Megatron) [from Animated series]

Notes
Text: Regular text
Italic: Thoughts/Emphasis

A luscious groan slipped through Megatron's vocalizer as a flare of heat encompassed his body, driving up core temperature and fogging his processor as he tried to, to no avail, keep moving in the right direction. His alt-mode swayed, gyros beginning to shut off as his processor redirected 'priorities' within his body, forcing the Decepticon to search the area for a suitable landing space. Unfortunately, as the heat pulsated through his unsuspecting frame, the choice was made for him as his processor shut off all non-vital circuitry, causing the warlord to plummet to the ground unfashionably. Seconds later, he impacted, sending debris and dust into the air, his massive frame carving a crater into the small island he was unpleasantly forced into. Transforming into root-mode, Megatron glanced at his surroundings, hazed optics barely able to make out the distinct shapes of an endless supply of trees before a rather forceful pulse of unbearable heat slammed his frame un-mercilessly, causing the distracted warlord to (and he would deny it later) whimper from the force.
As the heat passed, Megatron was given a brief moment to really study his surroundings, optical scanners taking in the vastness of trees, some trunks charred from an apparent fire (which looked recent to him). His processor coordinated his exact location, before a snarl of annoyance left his vocalizer.
"Fan-fragging-tastic," Megatron hissed as his processor supplied him with his location which just so happened to be the small island known only as Dinobot Island (or that is what the Autobots had deemed it, if his memory core was correct, which he had no doubt it was). Megatron activated his communications hub, or at least tried to, but, upon a diagnostic check, realized they had been taken offline since they had been deemed 'non-critical' for his current… development. A snarl of fury ripped through him as he bashed his fist into the already deep crater creating a smaller crater. Just what I need… Another flare of heat forced all thought from his processor as his interface circuitry ignited, his spike hardening instantly and his valve flared to life, lubricant coating its walls as it twitched, as if begging to be filled.
It took several minutes for the flare to die down enough for coherent thought. The warlord was left trembling, optics blazing as his vents huffed for the cool climate air surrounding his frame. Forcing his non-compliant frame to stand, Megatron looked around for somewhere to 'take care' of his little 'issue'. He made it to a rather large tree truck, one that look like it had seen better days as the bark was dark, a sign it had been charred in a fire, before his pedes gave out, another flare of heat demanding his attention.
Megatron groaned, as the heat licked up his spinal strut, spark engorging from the pent up energy, interface hatch opening without consent as his body dictated to his processor what it needed. Megatron leaned against the tree trunk before he traced a black servo down his scorching frame, the light touch leaving a burning inferno in its wake as his sensor net registered the pleasure. Not even hesitating, Megatron gripped his spike around the base before squeezing, moaning from the pleasure. He loosened his grip for a moment as he slid up the length of his spike, gently teasing himself as he dipped a finger into the tip before drawing his servo down the length.
"Frag," Megatron groaned, optics off-lining as pleasure overrode his systems. In an attempt to expel the charge, Megatron moved his servo quickly over his spike, squeezing every now and again as the charge built quickly due to his now heightened sensory net, groaning as each stroke forced him closer and closer to what he desperately needed. His free servo reach down, tracing his valve for a moment before dipping his thick finger inside, a whimper escaping at the feeling. A few strokes and a hard jab to his valve and he overloaded, frame tensing from the suddenness before going lax, vents heaving for cool air to lower his core temperature, which had skyrocketed during the last flare of heat.
"Now to contact Soundwave…" Megatron's words died off as a surprised gasp filled the air, his body tensing from the strongest flare of his heat as of yet, legs clamping together as his valve literally pulsed with need, his spike hardening again. Megatron hissed, his optics flickering as his body twisted with want, processor shortening for several seconds as the flare carried on its warpath. It wasn't until nearly ten minutes later before the flare began to recede, leaving the warlord both exhausted and confused.
It's never been like this before… Megatron moaned weakly as flares pulsated through him, leaving him desiring but lacking with anything to satisfy the strong demand for… something. He didn't even know what it was his body wanted. Sure, he had been through several heats before, it was a natural part of any Cybertronions life cycle, but never had one of his heats been so… vindictive before. He had always been able to expel his heat by simply doing as he just done; a quick masturbation and everything went back to relative normality. He rarely ever took a lover to the berth since there had never been a great need to do so. But now, it seems his little self-satisfaction act wasn't going to do the trick this time. A groan crossed between disbelief and annoyance escaped Megatron as he glared at a random tree in his close proximity.
"Well frag me…"

Grimlock looked up, optics narrowing in briefly on the foreign object as it crash-landed on his island, audios catching the loud echo of metal meeting soft dirt. A snort of anger escaped the mech as he stood from his spot on the beach. He had been waiting for Swoop and Snarl to return from their trip to the Autobot base, as Snarl had, unintentionally, damaged one of Swoop's wings during their sparring match together. Unfortunately, they couldn't fix the damage, thusly resulting in Snarl being volunteered to take Swoop to the only medic they knew.
Transforming into alt-mode, Grimlock stuck his snout into the air, sucking in a large quantity of air, trying to locate what, and who, had invaded his home. Because he was up-wind from the crash site, he was only able to pick up the musk of loose dirt and scorching metal, which didn't really help him determine who had entered Dinobot Island. Growling in irritation, the large metallic T-rex stomped off into the thick woods of the island.
It took several more whiffs of the air and minutes before he came upon where the 'object' had landed. Transforming into root-mode, Grimlock looked between a few well placed branches to find an empty crater and a large grey mech just beyond its edge, optics offline. His audios picked up the sound of the mech's vents huffing and what sounded like a gargled mesh between a growl and a whimper. Not caring why or what the mech was doing, Grimlock transformed once more into alt-mode before rampaging through the trees, vocalizer bellowing out a loud and fierce warning as he charged at the unsuspecting invader.

Megatron growled for the umpteenth time that minute as the heat plagued his systems, the flares coming quicker and lasting for a longer duration of time than the last. He was both infuriated at his own body's betrayal as well as his current circumstance that he wanted nothing more than to hunt down his treacherous Air Commander and blast him several times into the ground to relieve some of his stress.
Just as the latest flare died down, the sudden sound of stampeding of pedes drew his attention, optics on-lining in time to see a large and rather violent looking extinct animal approaching. Slag… Was his only though before the Warlord was gripped in powerful jaws, razor-sharp teeth denting, but not piercing, his thick hull.
Snarling in anger, Megatron reached back with his free arm, fist smashing into the Dinobot's snout, forcing the mech to growl out in pain, jaw loosening just enough for Megatron to yank free. Lifting his fusion-cannon, Megatron took aim and shot, his hit obliterating the ground beneath the rampaging Dinobot, sending him flying backwards into several trees before he slammed into the ground. A furious growl left Grimlock as he stood, optics blaring bright red as he charge again, mouth full of molten fire.
Megatron dodged to his left as a funnel of flames barreled towards him, scorching the earth and several innocent trees into ash. Optics narrowed as his attacker turned on him and slammed into his frame with enough force to send him flying. As he hit the ground, he tumbled for a moment before he slipped his pedes under him enough to gain ground. Just as he gained his balance, another fireball was sent him way, forcing him to stumble out of the way which, unfortunately, caused him to lose his balance.
In retaliation, Megatron sent another fusion blast his way, hitting the mech square on the chest, his thick hull taking the blunt of the damage. The mech stumbled backwards under the pressure but otherwise remained upright, his optics flaring brightly as a roar of rage tore through the surroundings. Turning on the warlord, Grimlock barreled forward, snout and head low, body elongated and straight as he rammed Megatron into another, though thicker, tree.
Just as Megatron regained his footing, a strong flare ripped through him, causing him to cry out and collapse to his knees, servo clasping over his emblem as his engorged spark pulsed in excitement at the acknowledgment of another living spark near. Primus… was all Megatron could think in his overwhelmed processor.
Grimlock, on the other hand, paused, his olfactory sensors picking up a strong and rather intoxicating aroma coming from the invader. His rage calmed as the scent invaded his processor, clouding the storm that had been present during their brief fight. Moving forward, the T-rex stuck his snout in Megatron's chest and inhaled, purring as that wonderful smell invaded his sensors. Growling from the pleasantness of the scent, Grimlock took in another swallow of that luscious smell.
"Get away from me," Megatron hissed, processor still riding the flare but coherent enough to register the mech invading his personal space. The mech growled at the demand causing Megatron's frame to tense at the dominating tone before snarling at his own body's reaction. Grimlock took in one last whiff before he transformed, his large frame towering over Megatron's own.
"You Megatron smell good." Grimlock acknowledged, his visor darkening with lust as his processor fell under the effects of the warlord's heat aroma.
Megatron paused, his processor confused at the idiot's statement before it struck him, hard. Grimlock was affected by his scent. Groaning at the realization and his own stupidity at allowing the mech so close to become so affected by his heat, he took in his surroundings, hoping to find an escape route, but, alas, only found the thick coverage of more trees. Frag…
Charging up his cannon, Megatron prepared to shoot the mech square-in-the-face as knelt to his level, body finally relaxing (somewhat) as the flare dissipated, but the mech released another domineering growl, forcing his currently submissive frame to tighten with excitement and anticipation. Frag it all to the pit…. This was not in Megatron's agenda today.
Grimlock pushed his face in Megatron's neck, sniffing the scent once more, noting how, while slightly subdued, thick and musky it was. Megatron went rigid, rage and lust battling it out inside his processor. Rage quickly won out as Megatron slammed his fist into the Dinobot's side, crushing the armor despite its thickness. Grimlock snarled in pain and fury as he threw himself onto the Decepticon, his own weight keeping the mech from escaping any further than he already had.
"Get off!" Megatron snarled his optics blazing with fury. To think this simple-minded fool had overpowered him, him, Megatron, leader of Decepticon Army, was simply too infuriating to even want to comprehend. Blasted heat cycle!
Grimlock snapped his sharp fangs close to the warlord's main energon line in his neck, his own massive servo trapping Megatron's own beneath his before growling deep and low in his chest, causing Megatron to stiffen, a small whine escaping the shocked leader. Grimlock, on the other hand, was pleased with Megatron's reaction, taking it as a sign of submissiveness. He leaned down, his thick glossa slipping out to taste the intoxicating mech beneath him. The moment that glossa touch Megatron's heated frame, said mech hissed, servos flexing and twisting, body trying to throw the one covering his own off in a desperate attempt to escape. There was no way Megatron was going to be this idiot's bitch, not now and not ever…
Grimlock, tired of the other's resistance, bit down, hard, at the junction of shoulder and neck. Megatron moaned aloud out of shock and the absolute intoxicating pleasure that spread outwards from the bite.
"You mech stop struggling." Grimlock snarled, visor dark with lust, not anger, as he once more tasted the warlord's frame.
"Primus…" Megatron gasped. Grimlock slowly traced his glossa over his mark, causing the frame beneath him to shiver from the pleasurable sensation as Grimlock soothed the area. Grimlock nibbled over his bite before sucking the tender metal, purring with content as Megatron moaned, frame pushing into the pleasure it was receiving.
Pulling away, Grimlock looked at the mech beneath, noting how Megatron had ceased his struggle to escape.
"You Megatron taste good too."
Grimlock shifted, placing most of his weight onto his knees as he pushed himself off of his captive. Grimlock released Megatron's servo, purring once more as the grey mech remained beneath him, a dazed look in his optics. Leaning down, Grimlock began to taste the mech, starting with the heaving vents. Grimlock dipped his glossa around the edge of the vents, nibbling every so often as he drifted downwards, pausing momentarily to lick and suck on his 'claim' mark before continuing onward. Grimlock locked visor with Megatron as he traced the Decepticon emblem branded into the warlord's chest, watching with rapture as the mech beneath him groaned long and low, his frame shivering with pleasure as the sensitive spot was lapped. Smirking, Grimlock dragged his fangs down the emblem enjoying the way Megatron bucked under the sensation. Another moan escaped Megatron, his body doing very little to resist something he needed but didn't particularly want from the mech above him.
"You Megatron make funny noises," Grimlock stated as he dragged his fangs across the emblem again, purring as the mech bucked again, heated frame pushing into his own rapidly heating body, "Me Grimlock like funny noises."
Megatron hissed, optics whitening as the Dinobot dragged his claws down his frame, scratching the surface paint, leaving a trail of burning pleasure in its wake. To make matters worse (at least, in Megatron's processor it was) the ignorant fool traced the gouges with his glossa, turning the burning pleasure into an inferno. Primus… it feels so fragging good.
Grimlock moved on, nibbling, sucking, and licking his way down the grey mech's body, tasting every inch of his black, luscious hips before moving on to one of the warlord's grey thighs. Megatron, who had been watching Grimlock's progress, dropped his helm with a 'thump' as the large T-rex bit lightly into his inner thigh metal, body arching as pleasure washed through his systems. He could feel the fool's smirk against his thigh as he bit down once more, this time slightly harder than the last before moving on, licking a trail down the length of his thigh, pausing to give attention to his pedes, nibbling here and there before switching to his other thigh and repeating the process over again.
Megatron whimpered as the mech pulled away completely, his mind too far gone in a haze of pleasure to recognize his not-so-warlord-like noises. Grimlock shifted once more, spreading Megatron's thighs wide, visor flaring as he caught sight of the extended spike and dripping valve. He leaned down, olfactory sensors shoved into Megatron's interface unit and sniffed, frame trembling as the scent of heat filled his processor, the aroma sweeter and thicker from this particular place on the mech's body. A bumbling growl of possessiveness tore through him, his processor claiming the mech beneath him as his and his alone.
"Me Grimlock make you Megatron mine." And before the warlord could protest that he belonged to no one, the Dinobot opened his mouth and licked Megatron's valve. Megatron exploded with pleasure, his processor slowing from the overwhelming sensation his heighten sensory was providing, as his frame literally jumped into the source of everything. Grimlock, loving the mech's reaction, licked the valve again, slowly drawing his thick glossa from the back of the valve opening to the front, suckling at the outer sensor. A whimper escaped Megatron before he could crush it, he optics brightening out of sheer need.
"Yesss…." Megatron hissed as his valve was lathered with attention. Grimlock took the valve lining in-between his denta, nibbling lightly before soothing the abused area with his glossa.
"Mmph… scheee.. Yes…" Megatron moaned, processor no longer functioning beyond the comprehension of the overwhelming pleasure. Grimlock, absolutely turned on by the sounds spilling out of his mech's lips, gripped the narrow, black hips hard before lifting the heavy frame in a show of strength, slamming the warlord's back into a near-by tree. Megatron, surprised by the action, yelped as his servos scrambled to latch onto something sturdy to keep his balance. A small 'oomph' left him as he was slammed rather violently into a tree. Megatron growled, opening his mouth to protest the sudden position change before it closed and reopened in a gurgled moan, grey thighs tightening around Grimlock's helm as the Dinobot plunged his glossa inside the dripping valve.
"Ah!... Primus…" Megatron groaned. Grimlock curled his glossa, licking at the smooth and ribbed lining, purring as the thick and sweet lubricant washed over his glossa's sensors. Grimlock rubbed his glossa over the lining before pulling it back into his mouth, drinking down the lubricant that followed, shivering at the sweet taste before plunging back in for another go. Megatron arched, his helm thrown back against the tree behind him as his servos held Grimlock's helm in-between his thighs. Primus… where the slag did this buffoon learn this… oh, frag… there…
"There, Primus, there, right there," Megatron whimpered, his hips beginning to buck as the charge building within his frame escalated from the Dinobot's assault. Grimlock shifted his servos, gripping the bucking hips and holding them still causing the warlord to hiss at him in annoyance. Grimlock replied with a domineering growl and lapped harder at the mech's top valve-node, stabbing it with his glossa rapidly. Megatron moaned, his frame tensing with an impending overload.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes… Ah, Primus, yes." Megatron was gone, his processor no longer caring that he wasn't dominate in this situation, no longer caring that the mech between his legs had the IQ of a sparkling (a sparkling with one pit of glossa). All he cared about was achieving what felt like one strong overload in any means, even if he moaned like a pleasure model while doing so.
Grimlock slipped his glossa out and, upon hearing Megatron's whine at the loss, suckled on the very outer lode before he bit down on it. It was enough and Megatron cried out, vocalizer fizzled off into a series of gargled moans and whimpers as his frame tightened with overload.
"Ah! Slag me… Yes!" Megatron arched, his spinal strut completely bending away from the tree in a perfect arch, his mouth dropped in a long, continuous moan of pleasure as his optics whitened and then off-lined from the sheer force of the overload. His valve gushed, lubricant flowing from him only to be lapped up by the Dinobot who was still licking and suckling his valve, trying to catch every last drop of that sweet-tasting liquid.
Several minutes later, the effects of the overload began to waver, Megatron's frame relaxing into the smooth bark behind him as his vents sucked in cool air. An exhausted whimper left him, unnoticed, as Grimlock gave one last lick to the still twitching and oversensitive valve, before he lifted Megatron's heavy frame and placed him onto the ground. Megatron stretched, pulling loose cables that remained taunt after his rather processor-blowing overload. Just as Megatron was about to drop off-line for some much need recharge, Grimlock's own large frame settled over his and a set of lips claimed his in a bruising, possessive kiss. Startled, Megatron forced his optics on-line, taking in the sight of the Dinobot who was currently crushing him into the ground. Megatron frowned, or would have if he wasn't currently having his mouth raped by Grimlock's, as he tasted his own essence on the other's glossa. When the mech pulled away, Megatron found his vocalizer and hissed out:
"What the slag do you think you're doing?"
Grimlock frowned, before he pushed his own large hips into the black ones below him, "You Megatron overload, now it me Grimlock's turn. Me Grimlock take you Megatron, make you mine."
Megatron's optics widened in surprise, before he snarled, body, while severely fatigued, jolted with a flare of excitement at the notion of being completely dominated (something that did not sit well with the warlord, no one dominated him). Confused by his own body's reactions, Megatron began to struggle, wanting as far away from the mech causing all of the confusing yet pleasurable sensations within him. Grimlock, confused and displeased by Megatron's struggling, did the only thing he knew would weaken and 'disarm' the mech's attempt to escape; he slipped a servo between their frames and traced the grey mech's valve, pulling gently on the still oversensitive outer node.
"Gah!" Megatron tensed once more, frame heating at the finger invading his interface unit. Grimlock circled the valve as he shifted his weight once more onto his knees, drawing away from the scorching frame beneath him to have better access to the dripping heat.
"Me Grimlock know you Megatron want clang-clang. Me Grimlock give it to you. Me Grimlock make you Megatron feel good." The Dinobot stated with pride as he slipped his finger into the valve, groaning, himself, at the tight, sopping wet heat he felt.
Before Megatron could even comprehend want Grimlock meant by 'clang-clang,' he gasped at the feeling of a lone finger penetrating his very, rarely used valve, twisting and whimpering at the wonderful feeling it induced in his frame. Moments later, it was moving and oh Primus it felt sooo fragging good. Wanting more of the sensation, Megatron pushed back into the finger as it teased his valve, the thick digit stretching the lining in preparation for a far larger object.
"See, me Grimlock right. You mech like making clang-clang." Grimlock then shifted his hand, allowing Megatron to penetrate himself onto his digit while using his thumb to tease and stimulate the outer node. A long, low groan left the grey mech's vocalizer as another heated charge began to build within his frame, his valve dripping more lubricant as it was stimulated. Grimlock lifted a second finger and when Megatron pushed back, two thick digits slipped into his valve.
"Oh…" his vents panted as he whined at the feeling of being stretched. It's been too long since he allowed anyone to even look at his valve, let alone 'fuck' it (oh, the human's had such a vulgar language but the word sounded so much naughtier in this situation and just rolled off the vocalizer). Grimlock continued his slow, and torturous, preparation, his own frame taunt with the need to just shove his spike into the dripping heat but his processor voicing that it wasn't wise, considering he was quite large. It was the only reason he was even preparing the mech below him; he did not want a repeat of the Swoop incident.
"Hah… ah…. oh…" Megatron could only moan, whimper, and whine as the two thick digits slammed into his valve, pointed ends curling to scrape along his sensors causing his frame to twitch and buck from the pleasurable pain. Grimlock lifted his free servo and grabbed a hold of the bucking hips, again, and halted Megatron's pleasure, causing the warlord to growl in annoyance, again. Grimlock hushed the grey mech before pulling his fingers completely out and then slowly entering three digits, watching Megatron's face twist at the sensation of being stretched over three thick fingers. He waited a few heated moments before moving his fingers, pulling them out and then plunging them into the soaking wet valve, twisting and scraping against lining nodes, watching and listening to the mech's pleasured cries, holding firmly as black hips tried to buck against the wonderful feeling. Grimlock continued his torture for several more minutes, pulling his digits out and slamming them home again before he removed them completely, deeming the mech prepared (and the lack of control against his own body's demands).
Grimlock shifted back over Megatron and spread the grey thighs wide. He slipped in-between them, his wide hips pressing Megatron's own into the ground and forcing those luscious thighs even wider. Megatron on-lined his optics (he couldn't recall when he had off-lined them) and, in his haze, shifted his thighs up and out, spreading himself wide open for the Dinobot's claiming. Grimlock released his interface cover, which had become impossibly tight, and his spike pressurized instantly, the large spike springing from its home in seconds. Megatron's optics caught sight of the large spike and groaned in hot need (it was large, true, but more so in girth than length, though, overall, it was a rather impressive piece of metal). Megatron spread himself to the point of over-stretching, giving Grimlock an ample amount of room.
"Me Grimlock going to put spike in you Megatron now. Me Grimlock make you feel really good." Grimlock stated as he grabbed a hold of his spike and placed the heated tip against Megatron's equally hot valve. Megatron groaned, helm thumping against the soft dirt and his optics shuttered… Primus he was wanted this… Needed it. Grimlock dragged the tip of his spike up and down against the valve, drawing it from the front to the back before dipping in the wet heat slightly only to repeat the process over again. Megatron growled in impatience, wanting the mech to impale him already.
"What are you waiting for?" Megatron hissed, optics narrowing in irritation at the teasing. Grimlock smirked, pressing a bit deeper into the valve as his spike passed over the opening before he pulled away again.
"Me Grimlock want to hear you Megatron beg for clang-clang." Megatron stiffened, optics narrowing in fury at the audacity of the mech above him. He was Megatron, fearless leader of the Decepticon Army… He didn't beg, but things had a way of turning up-side down… Now was one of those times.
That infuriating smirk still stretched across the Dinobot's mouth as he teased Megatron's valve further, pressing the tip of his spike completely into the valve, trusting in quick, sharp motions, enough to stimulate but not enough to satisfy before be pulled away. Megatron's moan died off into a growling whine, his optics glaring heatedly at Grimlock, who only continued to smirk down at him. Swallowing his pride, Megatron caved.
"Frag me… Now!"
Grimlock snorted, hips shifting before the spike returned to Megatron entrance, before pushing in until the tip was covered by the slick lining once more and stopped. Megatron groaned, hips bucking in attempt to impale himself on the thick spike, but strong servos held him still.
"Slag it… Frag me already!"
Grimlock pushed deeper but still refused to satisfy the warlord's hunger until he begged. Megatron, thoroughly frustrated by the lack of fragging, whined.
"Move, please… Just fragging move… Do something, anything… Just, Primus, fuck me," and the purr of absolute thrill that followed turned Megatron on even more. Grimlock pulled back before slamming home in one, forceful push, watching as Megatron's optics widened in surprise and rapture, his hips arching into his own and his mouth dropping down in a silent moan of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Primus… The spike felt so good, forcing open his tight, under-used valve. The stinging pain that tore through him only added to the muddled pleasure plaguing his system. He hadn't ever been stretched so… completely. It was the first time he could ever remember feeling so fragging full.
Grimlock held still as he noted the flash of pain tear through Megatron's optics. Moments later, the black hips pushed into his own and he shivered from the sensation. He pulled back, his large, thick spike dragging and pulling on sensors long forgotten before pushing in, watching, fascinated, as the tight opening split apart as his spike pierced into it. Grimlock relished the moan drawn from those pretty lips and his spike seated once more into the mech below him. Grimlock kept the pace slow, enjoying his domination over such a terrifying mech. Half-way into his tenth thrust, he felt that tight valve tighten impossibly more as it twitched. Confused, Grimlock broke his gaze with the valve and looked at Megatron face just in time to watch it twist in a gripping overload. Grimlock, rather pleased with his ability to pleasure the mighty warlord, smirked.
"That make two overloads for you Megatron. Me Grimlock just that good." Grimlock stated as he continued thrusting, this time the thrusts slow but hard, each push of his hips slamming home in the still tighten valve.
Megatron whined, it was too much but, Primus, he didn't want it to stop. In the height of his overload, Megatron braced his servos beneath and pushed up with what little strength he hand before slamming his lips of Grimlock's (just to shut him up), the position forcing him halfway into the Dinobot's lap. Grimlock paused in his thrusting, surprised by Megatron's forceful kiss. Purring, Grimlock returned the kiss, shifting the mech in his lap before he thrust up into that intoxicating heat.
"Ah!" Megatron pulled away from the kiss, surprised by the long brush over his extremely sensitive valve nodes before whimpering as the pleasure had little time to ebb away before it was re-ignited. Grimlock continued to keep the pace slow and hard, enjoying each twitch and noise that escaped his mate.
"You Megatron like that? You like me Grimlock's large spike?" The thrusts quickened, not enough to build Megatron's third charge enough that he'd overload a third time, but enough to send a never-ending cascade of pleasure throughout the weary mech's systems.
"Mmm… Frag… huuuh…. Slag it, frag me… Frag me!" Such sensual noises the warlord was making Grimlock concluded. Growling out his pleasure, Grimlock slammed his thick spike into Megatron's valve, watching as that delicious face twisted with pleasure. Smirking, Grimlock remained seated within the tight heat and, instead, grabbed Megatron's hips and gyrated it back and forth, shoving the blunt end of his spike scratching across nodes and jabbing at the mesh of valve end and gestational chamber beginning. Megatron trembled, harder than before, his frame rattling as it was pleasured and manipulated by the mech. His vents panted harder, whimpers shoving their way out every other second as that spike was moved so perfectly so within him.
Not being able to take it anymore, Megatron growled low in his chest, summoning up the little strength he had left and shoved the large frame of the Dinobot into the ground. He leaned over the mech, optics blazing a furious crimson as he titled his hips slightly and began to ride Grimlock with abandon. Black hips lifted and slammed down in a desperate pace, moans spilling out of his vocalizer as each motion downwards slammed the blunt tip of the over-sized spike against the back of his valve. Black servos clenched against the golden chest they were braced against, leave gouged scratches from the sheer force.
Grimlock was surprised by the action but no less willing to comply with the warlord's need for a third (and presumably final) overload of the day. He quickly grabbed the mech's hips as he adjusted himself; he planted his feet before slamming upwards into each slam downwards of Megatron's hips. Grimlock growled in approval, enjoying the new frenzied pace as his own overload, which had been building from the very start, began to climb higher and higher.
"Yes! Primus, yes… Oooh… Yes, yes, yes!" Megatron abandoned all pride, his overload pulling him to move quicker, whining as Grimlock shifted once more and the tip of his thick spike slammed head on into his most recessive and sensitive node.
"Primus, yes. There…. Frag me there, right there."
And Grimlock complied, making sure each thrust upward slammed the node repeatedly. Megatron began to slow down, his thrusts downwards longer and more drawn out as the beginnings of his overload gripped him. Grimlock snarled in anticipation of the mech's third overload, his spike still piston-ing into Megatron as his own overload approached. Grimlock could feel the valve beginning to ripple over the length of his spike and doubled his efforts, wanting to finish the same time the warlord did. Hissing, Grimlock took hold of Megatron and flipped their position. He grabbed the grey mech's thighs and threw them impossibly wide (enough so that Megatron hissed in discomfort, which dampened his overload slightly) and pounded into the valve, wet sounds echoing in the quiet surroundings. As Grimlock's hips pounded into Megatron's, Megatron's were slammed into the ground beneath him, causing spider-cracks to web their way through the soft dirt and mossy grass.
"Me Grimlock want you mech to scream him name when you finish! Me want whole world to know you belong to me Grimlock! You Megatron my mate now!"
Megatron only moaned as his overload began to crash through his systems. A few more hard and deep thrusts later, Megatron was thrown over, his overload hard and long, pounding wave after wave into his exhausted and pleasure-shot systems.
"Primus, oh primus… I-I'm gonna… Yes, yes… Frag yes… Oooh.. Grimlock!"
He came, valve clenching tightly around the thick girth still piston-ing inside of him, which only added to the overall pleasure. Megatron's frame arched completely off the ground, his helm and hips the only things left touching the soft surface. Megatron's scream died off into a silent whine, his processor absolutely pleasure-shot. Megatron was aware of a deafening roar ringing throughout his audios as Grimlock seated his spike completely within him, the tip pushing into his gestational chamber where he felt the scalding hot rush of transfluid. Sharp fangs re-entered the previous bite mark in his neck, harder than any other time before, claiming him, marking him as the Dinobot's. The feeling of the rush of liquid inside of him, the bite, and the notion of this claim threw him back over into a small, but no less pleasurable, overload.
As the world blackened around him, Megatron was aware of a heavy mass settling above him, pushing him into the ground. With a groan, Megatron off-lined, systems completely worn down from the long 'session'.

It was dark when red optics on-lined slowly, the glow dull but aware. A groan escaped a tired and static-laced vocalizer as stiff cables were stretched only for the mech to pause as the press of a large mass in his highly sensitive valve shocked him. He hadn't realized that the mech settled above him off-lined still deeply seated within him. Frowning, the mech drew up his tired thighs, hugging the wide hips and grabbing the massive shoulders, Megatron heaved, pushing all of his strength into rolling the duo over. The movement forced the spike deeper into his sore valve, forcing out a groan of discomfort. Just as he was pulling himself off the spike, large golden servos gripped his hips and forced him back down, a grunt leaving him as his valve nodes screamed in pain.
"Me Grimlock sorry. Wasn't completely alert… You Megatron okay?" Grimlock whispered softly, his blue visor softening with concern. Megatron frowned, not wanting to be coddled, but nodded, before pushing himself off of the spike once more, Grimlock helping.
Megatron, once off of the spike, stretched, loosening sore and tired cables. Happy that he was no longer stiff and shoved into the ground, he rested against Grimlock's hips, optics lazily watching as the T-rex lifted his own servos above his helm in a long stretch of his own. Grimlock gazed up at the warlord and smirked. Megatron's appearance was less than presentable: His chest was covered in eight superficial scratches, ones that dug deep enough to peel surface paint and primer but not enough to draw energon. His right shoulder plating was dented from their brief battle. His thighs were 'bruised,' dark brown paint smears littered the lithe beauties. Grimlock also took note that the grey thighs were crusted with dried lubricant and traces of transfluid that had escaped the valve. Megatron's optics were dull, energy severely depleted after his four overloads and heat induced state. A lazily frown stretched around his plump and bruised lips. Megatron, in turn, raised an optic higher than the other in question, but Grimlock ignored the quiet inquiry. Instead, he sat up, wrapping his thick arms around the warlord's narrow waist and nuzzled the side of Megatron's neck, just over the bite mark.
"What the slag are you doing?" the question was given without bite, the words stated merely out of simple curiosity and the lack of energy to truly fight the T-rex.
"Me Grimlock made you Megatron overload four times in clang-clang. Me Grimlock proven me good mate. You Megatron satisfied… Make you Megatron me Grimlock's mate."
Megatron stiffened, the notion of being 'claimed' in anyway was incomprehensible but in all truth, it was exactly what the mech had done. Groaning, Megatron tried to think of a way out of his predicament but with his current low supply of energon within his body, his processor was foggy and couldn't come up with a single solution. Growling softly in irritation, Megatron allowed himself to be subjected to the other mech's…. affections.
After a while of… nuzzling, Grimlock allowed Megatron to pull away. Once he was free, Megatron stood and stretched once more, frowning as he could feel the sloshing of Grimlock's transfluid within his gestational chamber. No previous mech, who he allowed to take him, was ever permitted to overload inside him. The feeling was strange, unaccustomed to, but distinctly comforting, a feeling that greatly bothered the warlord but one he wasn't willing to ponder over at the current moment. Maybe when he was safely back in his chambers on the Nemesis with his tanks full of energon and his processor un-muddled from a four-overload induced haze. Still, Megatron couldn't deny that it only strengthen Grimlock's… claim… over him. A thoughtful frown took over his face before he switched to surprise as a gentle kiss was placed onto his helm.
Alarmed optics glanced at Grimlock who only smiled and turned to face something just over his shoulder. Another, deeper, frowned pulled over his features as he had a sinking feeling. Turning, ever so slowly, Megatron was met with four pleased-looking optics and ten shocked ones. Megatron groaned….
"Oh, frag me."

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