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Calming the Leader	By : StarRaider Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2354 -:- 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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Calming the Leader

Approaching the console of monitors he made a note to himself of the little to no Autobot activity.

Noticing his leader’s presence Cyclonus stood from his chair and stopped what he was doing to acknowledge him. “Everything goes well Mighty Galvatron.”

Disgusted Galvatron approached his second and pushed him in the chest. “If everything went as well we would be on Cybertron.” He growled, and then turned away. Walking to where Soundwave stood, he studied those monitors a moment. Soundwave’s fingers worked the keys as different graphs and planets flashed on screen.

Cyclonus resumed his spot at the console and continued to monitor progress outside as well as the Autobot feeds. His mind raced over what he could imagine Galvatron doing next. There was always that lingering thought of being hauled out of his seat and beaten into stasis.

Galvatron returned to Cyclonus and watched a little longer. Indeed progress was going at a staggering rate, but it was only one planet. He wanted more. He watched as a new section of wall was completed. He watched Cyclonus toggle the controls a minute, and then decided yes he wanted more. “Soundwave leave us.” He commanded. Soundwave instantly stopped and left the room. “Seal doors.” He commanded again. The doors closed acknowledging the order. Cyclonus faced Galvatron his optics a little wide. Galvatron smiled with one corner of his mouth, and then took a breath acting quiet calm. When he stepped into the room he knew from the start what he had wanted he had planned it before leaving his office, really he had thought about just calling Cyclonus to the office then had a thought of in the command room had its amusement.

“Perhaps you do not understand Cyclonus.” Galvatron slowly took steps to the jet. “Charr is a near useless planet. I want more.” He stopped once he was face to face with Cyclonus. He could feel his rod stirring already.

“Yes Mighty Galvatron. Cybertron shall be yours.” The purple jet tried to calm his leader. Cyclonus refused to take a step back from the advancing Galvatron. Of all things he did not want to look weak.

“In time yes, but that does not fill me need now.” Galvatron tore the armor from Cyclonus’ chest throwing it to the side.

Cyclonus flinched a little at the pain. “Instruct me I am here to serve.” He managed to say. The fact that his armor would have to be fixed for him to wear it properly irritated him, when he went to the medical bay next there would be questions. A minor annoyance but he might have to coax Hook into it with force.

Galvatron looked over the jet, his optics narrowing in thought. He then sat in the chair that Cyclonus had occupied previously, leaning back just slightly.

“Remove the rest of your armor.”

Without hesitation Cyclonus removed the last few pieces of his armor and stood ready for his next command. Galvatron waited a moment. Cyclonus’ memory flashed with their last encounter of this nature, which he had actually enjoyed.

“Come closer.”

Cyclonus did as instructed stepping in between Galvatron’s spread knees to get there. Galvatron leaned forward and took hold of Cyclonus’ exposed rod. He stroked it a few times watching for reaction. Cyclonus stood a little surprised as his rod began to quickly warm and extend. Satisfied with the reaction he got, Galvatron slid to the edge of the chair and took Cyclonus’ rod in to his mouth. Cyclonus bucked slightly at the pleasure to which Galvatron greedily swallowed more. The jet grasped his leaders shoulders for stability, as the mouth around his pole seemed to engulf him entirely. He wasn’t sure what had got into his leader as of late, but it couldn’t deny that what ever it was it had left him in a good position, and feeling quiet good.

Galvatron near smiled as his tongue wrapped itself around the pole in front of him He seemed to inhale it, as if it were some from of fancy treat. His attention though was drawn a way as his own rod stirred to life becoming cramped within his armor. Galvatron released Cyclonus who took a step back panting.

“Remove my armor.”

Immediately Cyclonus found the hinges to Galvatron’s chest plate and set the armor side. He then released the side hinges of Galvatron’s codpiece that popped releasing the other side on is own. Cyclonus managed to just get the armor out of the way before Galvatron grabbed him by the head forcing the purple jet down on to his large pole. Cyclonus gulped what he could then placed his hands around the base to stroke the rest. He knew it was going to happen and had been letting so of the oil pool into his mouth allowing him to slide smoothly down Galvatron’s poll. He wasn’t particularly fond of the males, but knew there were very little females around, he was pretty sure that the same was for Galvatron and that he was trusted enough to do such a service to the leader.

Galvatron let out a sigh of seeming relief, and then forced Cyclonus down farther. Cyclonus attempted to swallow his oil like saliva as it pooled in his lower jaw after he thought the rod before him had a nice slick coating, but he was unable. His throat contracted around the large rod forcing another sigh from Galvatron. He repeated the action and Galvatron thrust his pole in to Cyclonus’ mouth a little more. Galvatron gripped Cyclonus’ helm and pulled him closer by one spire. The spasms around his rod made him want more, as he thrust in to his second, his own aft no longer touching the chair. His mind became clear with his intent; the pleasure seemed to engulf him as the tightness around his rod increased. Cyclonus swallowed again in a vain attempt to fight the drool that threatened to drip with Galvatron’s movements, something he would remember if there was a next time. Galvatron released Cyclonus who didn’t stop till his leader sat back in to the seat, then he stood wiping the oil form his lip with is forearm as if he had been sitting at a feast. Galvatron’s rod was not only long but quite thick; it was easy to keep a tight grip because you had no other choice.

Galvatron stood and walked around the jet stopping behind him. He pressed himself in to Cyclonus his rigid pole snaking its way between Cyclonus’ thighs. He thrust up and slid pass Cyclonus exhaust port succeeding in coving it with the jets own saliva. The sliding a lone sent a chill of pleasure through him and made him want more. He grabbed his second at the hip then thrust again this time entering Cyclonus’ port harshly.

Cyclonus tensed and bit his lip, making himself hold back any sound that might me taken as a protest. Really he had wanted it and that alone told him that it wasn’t going to be rough. Galvatron paused only for a moment then took hold of the jet at the base of the wing and gave a powerful thrust assuring that his rod was buried deep within Cyclonus. Tensing again though this time he was able to relax faster, Cyclonus took a gasp of cooling air to help his quickly heating systems. He spread his feet allowing Galvatron to come closer.

Galvatron moved his hand back down to Cyclonus’ hip pulling the jet back and on to him the last few inches. He smiled though no one saw as he started a slow pace. As much as Galvatron was impatient he also knew that to rush threw certain things would leave him unfulfilled and wanting even more. Cyclonus looked around the pressure against him was forcing him forward so he needed something to stable himself, he leaned forward placing his hands on the arm of the chair to brace himself against the powerful strokes of his leader. Galvatron found this easier, and used more strength to ram his rod home into Cyclonus at this angle his rod seemed to slide much easier and it made it feel deeper he pushed harder as his systems beginning to heat. The jet gasped for air as the intense feeling in his aft was no longer painful but rather good, the lack of cooling air started to heat his systems as his own rod hardly swung as he now started to push back against Galvatron. Galvatron sped up a little noticing something was slightly missing. He leaned over to his left and reaching with one hand around Cyclonus he took hold of the hard rod that needed attention.

Cyclonus felt his rod being stroked in time with Galvatron’s thrusts, making the urge to thrust back unbearable. His systems began to heat faster as his limitations were growing near. His mind raced and wondered if the females could even manage to do as good a job as his leader. Galvatron’s pace increased again as Cyclonus’ inner cables grew tight with impending release, his own pleasure only moments away as well, this session had gone well though he didn’t expect Cyclonus to put up a fight he was now certain that he wouldn’t mind a little resistance. Galvatron thrust again and Cyclonus growled his limit reached and sending him over the edge in to bliss. He panted as his rod spit hot fluid on to the floor and chair in front of him. Galvatron yelled out as he bucked hard in to Cyclonus and held it there his pole filling Cyclonus with more fluid that he could handle. The jet could feel the pulses of the rod within him as the fluid was drained, a warm streak was sent down his leg as it over flowed from him.

Nearly laughing Galvatron thrust again for good measure causing Cyclonus to moan softly. He slowly took a step back removing him from the jet with a last slide.

Cyclonus collapsed in to the chair his systems on the verge of overheat. He continuously gasped for air until his internal warnings had stopped. He then finally stood slowly and faced Galvatron who had been replacing his armor.

“Clean this up, and then get your armor fixed. We shall be doing battle with the Autobots soon.” Galvatron said then stepped to the door. “Unseal.” He commanded, opening both doors. Galvatron left as Soundwave entered. Cyclonus replaced what he could of his armor then cleaned the floor and chair. Having Soundwave watch him was uncomfortable, but he knew that Soundwave knew exactly what had happened.
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