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Comfortable, sated, and a little sore, Rodimus rolled over onto his side to receive his required cuddles from his co-captain. He sighed happily as Megatron wrapped an arm around his shoulder and lightly squeezed.
“So… think you’ll ever let me do that to you?” Rodimus asked.
“Is that something you’d like to do?”
“Duh. But, y’know, obviously it’s up to you. I don’t wanna pressure you or anything. But yeah. I do. I promise I’d make you feel real good. I can give you a nice night and romance you if that sweetens the deal.”
“ Romance me?”
“Yeah, you love that slag. What with all your poetry, right?”
Megatron scoffed quietly. “That’s presumptuous.”
“Okay, fine , then let’s call it pampering . Point is, I’ll do a bunch of nice stuff for you and get you all relaxed and comfy, and I can give you a nice cleaning afterwards, if you want.”
“That is tempting…”
Rodimus lifted himself up so he was laying on Megatron’s chest, resting his chin on his arms. “I really want to do this for you,” he said. “But if you don’t wanna do aft stuff, that’s totally fine. But if you do let me try, I’ll let you try something on me.”
Megatron raised a curious optic ridge. “Like?”
Shrugging, Rodimus said, “Whatever you want. I’m usually down for just about anything. I’m down to at least try stuff. So, y’know, if you’ve got any kinks rattling around in the old bucket, you let me know.”
A soft sigh slipped from Rodimus' vents as Megatron stroked his finials. He shut his optics with a smile.
“I’ll let you try. If only to see what your idea of ‘romance’ is.”
Rodimus’ smile grew. He enjoyed the petting for a moment more, before he met Megatron’s gaze with his own brilliant blue. “So… next week?”
Excitement and nervousness claimed equal parts of Rodimus’ field. He’d lit, put out, and relit the candles multiple times, wondering if the candles were too much. They were definitely too much. He extinguished them again.
Rodimus let out a long sigh. He lit the candles again.
Lavender incense filled the room, courtesy of Drift. He’d also lent him a bottle of massage oil, handing it to him with a knowing, if slightly disapproving, smile. It sat on his nightstand, alongside some sweets and a bottle of engex. Which was definitely too much. And yet not enough?
Primus, was this a bad idea?
Rodimus paced his habsuite, anxiety making him twitchier than usual. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this worried about fragging someone. Granted, he was usually the one being spiked and not the other way around, but it wasn’t like this was entirely new.
The knock at his door startled him. He basically ran for it, pausing before opening it and taking a deep ventilation so he wouldn’t look too eager. Still. His optics shone bright and his spoiler shivered with lustful excitement as he opened the door.
Rodimus smiled at him shyly. “Hey.”
Megatron returned a smile, and while his was just as soft, it lacked the nervousness. “Hello, Rodimus.”
“Well, don’t just stand there, get your aft in here.”
Chuckling, Megatron stepped inside and said, “I hope you don’t mind, I brought the rest of my frame, too.”
Rodimus rolled his optics fondly.
Megatron took in the dimly lit room. “You didn’t do all of this for me, did you?”
Scoffing, Rodimus said, “Course not. I got someone else coming in right after you, is all.”
“Mhm,” Megatron said with a playful smile.
“Right. Um… so… yeah.” Rodimus cleared his throat. “I’ve got some, um, treats and engex, if you want.”
Megatron’s optics lit up at the word “treats.” It was kind of adorable, really. Rodimus had to resist the urge to tease him. Instead, he led his co-captain to the berth with a hand on the small of his back and sat him down.
Kneeling beside him, Rodimus grabbed the plate, holding one tantalizingly before Megatron’s face.
“You like sweets?”
Megatron opened his mouth in response, and Rodimus’ cooling fans came on. Embarrassment trickled out into his field, met with Megatron’s faint amusement. He forgot everything else when he popped the treat in his mouth and Megatron let out a quiet moan as the flavour flooded his glossa.
Megatron savoured the candy before answering. “I never got to have them that often,” he confessed. “Before, because they were a luxury I couldn’t afford, and then because of rationing during the war.”
Rodimus gave him a soft look. “Remind me to make you some more, then.”
He fed him a few more, watching him melt back into the mountain of pillows at the head of his berth. Soon enough he was flat on his back. Or as flat as he could be in the pillow mound.
Rodimus stroked Megatron's plating while he basically watched him overload from candy alone.
"You're making this way too easy."
Megatron tilted his helm, lifting an optic ridge.
Gesturing to the nightstand, Rodimus said, "I've still got engex and some massage oil. But apparently, all I needed was some sweets."
Megatron swallowed. "You think you've already romanced me?"
Rodimus shrugged. "You're horizontal on my berth. Once I'm there I'm ready to go."
"Interfacing is one thing, but you said you would romance me . If you think a few sweets are going to do that, you're sorely mistaken."
"So what you're saying is: you're an expensive date."
Megatron shrugged, folding his hands behind his helm and lounging. "I know my worth."
Rodimus pouted. "Are you saying I'm easy?"
"Hardly. Like I said, interfacing is one thing. If I was trying to court you, of course I would do much more to win your spark. But I imagine you'd rush to the interfacing anyways."
"Hey, I like the mushy stuff, too! You're so presumptuous…" Rodimus' cheeks felt warm. His spoiler, too.
"If you don't think you can woo me I'm happy to—"
"No way, I said I would so I will! I'm gonna romance you so good you'll be begging for me to fuck you."
"I'll believe it when I see it."
Pout deepening. Rodimus got up from the berth and all but stomped over to his music player. He had picked out the most boring, yawn-inducing orchestral music he could find and pressed play. Then he marched back across the room and held his hand out.
Megatron raised an optic ridge, an amused smile on his face.
"Well?"
"Well?" Megatron's smile grew. "Is there something you want, Rodimus? Use your words."
"Duh, dancing or whatever."
"I'd like to be asked. "
"And I'd like it if you stopped being a prick, but I guess we're both gonna be unhappy."
"Now, now, Rodimus, you're trying to win me over, here."
Rodimus rolled his optics. Through gritted denta, he said, " Fine . Would you. Like to dance?"
"Do you even know how to dance?" Megatron jabbed, but he stood and took Rodimus' offered hand.
"Do you? "
"I know enough."
Rodimus stifled a gasp as Megatron pulled him in by the waist. He remembered to rest his free hand on Megatron's shoulder after a flustered moment.
"Just swaying a bit, yeah?" Rodimus thought out loud. "No prob."
"A bit of swaying." Megatron spun them around. "A bit of twirling."
"Like I said: no prob."
Rodimus tried to lead, but Megatron would spin him out and force Rodimus to focus on not stepping on his pedes. One time he even dipped him, a gloating smile on his face. His field, however, sparked with amusement.
"How the hell does some miner from Tarn know how to dance?" Rodimus asked, irritation in his voice. This whole evening was going wrong.
Megatron slowed them to a gentle sway and said, "I learned whatever I could whenever I could. Knowledge is power."
"Did you think you were gonna win the war by challenging us to a dance-off?"
Megatron chuckled. "No. But I'm glad that I learned this. It seems to be coming in handy right now."
Rodimus swallowed. A part of him wished he'd never opened his big mouth, but a part of him was quite happy that he did.
Dancing was just… vertical cuddling. With movement. Nothing weird about it. Just two fuck buddies dancing it out. For kicks.
Yep. Totally normal.
The song skipped and Rodimus nearly jumped out of his plating. He dashed away from Megatron and hastily shut the music off.
"So, uh… how about a drink?" Rodimus suggested, giving Megatron a wide berth. He hoped Megatron had said "yes" because he couldn't hear him over the pounding of his spark.
He poured their drinks and took a big swig for good measure. He jumped and dropped his glass when he felt Megatron's hand on his shoulder. It shattered, sending tiny bits of glass all across the floor.
"Primus, Megs, patience much?"
"I was asking if you were okay."
"I was fine before I had this mess to clean up," Rodimus said irritably.
"Let me get it."
"No, no, you just sit down or whatever. I'm still… y'know… taking care of you." Somehow that sounded worse than saying he was romancing him.
Rodimus froze when Megatron wrapped his arms around his waist, pressing himself close. A kiss to his helm had him relaxing some, but now Megatron was in the thick of his uncontrollable field. Nervousness and even a bit of fear sparked there.
"It's only me, Rodimus," Megatron said quietly. "I assumed you were used to me by now." His tone turned teasing.
"No, yeah, I'm good. Just, uh… tired, I guess." He risked a glance over his shoulder, but turned back when he saw Megatron watching him. "You get to the berth. I'll clean this up."
Megatron hesitated. Then, he said, "Alright. Don't keep me waiting too long."
Rodimus cleaned quickly, and not thoroughly. He'd deal with the stickiness once Megatron was gone. He got a new glass and poured a new drink, handing it to Megatron without looking him in the optic.
"Where's all the bravado I'm so used to?" Megatron asked teasingly. "I thought the great Rodimus Prime would have no trouble wooing someone."
Rodimus shrugged. "Better at seducing, I guess."
Megatron took a sip of his drink, sighing as he set it aside.
"You don't seem too excited to have me here."
"That's not it!"
Megatron raised an optic ridge. "You're avoiding my gaze. You seem to be doing your level best to stay as far away from me as you can. Which is the opposite of what I've grown to expect of you. So tell me, Rodimus, do you really want to do this?"
"No! I do!"
"Good. Because I want it, too. But you seem uncomfortable."
Rodimus anxiously tapped his glass.
"Overwhelmed by my charm?" Megatron asked with a cocky grin.
Rodimus scoffed. "You wish."
"Then what is it?"
Rodimus bit his lip. Deep down, he sort of knew why. But he wasn't ready to tackle that in any capacity. It was all still new and weird, and… they had something good now. Even Magnus had noticed how much better they worked together now. Fewer disagreements. Fewer screaming matches. More collaboration in general.
Not that Rodimus particularly cared about that. But it did make bridge duty less of a chore. And Megatron backed him up a lot more.
It was nice. It was simple. It was easy .
But then Rodimus had to open his stupid mouth and make it weird and offer to romance him .
"I don't want this to change," Rodimus finally admitted. "Our arrangement or whatever."
"Why does it have to?"
"Because romancing someone implies feelings ." Rodimus spark pounded in his audials. "Which there are none."
Megatron chuckled. "Is that all?"
"What do you mean 'is that all?'"
"Did you think this was an invitation to court me?"
Rodimus blushed a bright red. "No!" His spoiler flapped.
"You have nothing to worry about, Rodimus. If we were to make any changes to this, we would talk about it first and both be in agreement. I just wanted to see what your idea of romance was," Megatron said with a slag-eating grin.
"Primus, I hate you."
"The feeling's mutual. Now, get over here and fuck me already."
Rodimus tossed back a good amount of engex, feeling the buzz in his lines. Slapping on his signature grin, he got between Megatron's legs. The place he should've been a lot earlier.
He leaned down over him, craning his neck to press a kiss to still-smirking lips. His frame still felt tight, but every kiss and caress had him settling. Sighing.
Then a new worry found him.
"So… you've done this before, right?"
"I've dabbled," Megatron answered. "It has been a while, but you seem to thoroughly enjoy it, so if anyone could make it feel good, I imagine you can."
"Did it not feel good for you? Because if it didn't then there's nothing different I could do. It's one of those you either like it or you don't kind of things."
Megatron thoughtfully traced Rodimus' jawline. "I want to know what it feels like with you."
Rodimus swallowed. "No pressure, right?" he asked in a laughing tone.
"I'm sure we can find some other way to occupy our time if it doesn't work out."
"True, true… we'll go slow, then, okay? You just lemme know where you're at."
“How about we start with the familiar?” Megatron suggested.
The quiet shifting of panels drew Rodimus’ gaze. Gently pulsing red biolights striped Megatron’s now-bared valve lips, framing his drooling entrance. He hungrily took in the sight, literally licking his lips.
Rodimus wasted no time shifting down the berth, his helm level with Megatron’s array. He glanced up at Megatron before he eagerly buried his face in his valve. The first lick of his node had Megatron moaning and arching off the berth. Rodimus pulled more beautiful noises from his voicebox when he easily sank two fingers into his gushing valve.
Rodimus’ spike sprung free and he grinded against the sheets. He stifled a desperate keen. He knew he had to save his spike for his aft. Primus he hoped he got to frag his aft.
Matching Megatron moan for moan, Rodimus slipped another finger inside. His valve sucked it in greedily. Lubricant gushed out around them, dripping down over Megatron’s aft port, still firmly shut.
He fingered him harder, Megatron’s calipers rippling tantalizingly.
Rodimus groaned, rubbing his spike against the berth and wishing it was sunk inside his valve instead of his fingers. He could show restraint. He could . After so many nights of Megatron making him come again and again and again , the least he could do was give Megatron a few.
And then Megatron moaned his name and he never wanted to stop.
Rodimus suckled on his node, occasionally flicking his glossa and making Megatron’s vents hitch. He swore he might overload just from Megatron grabbing his helm and pushing him deeper into his soaked folds.
With his free hand, Rodimus pushed Megatron’s thigh into the berth, spreading his legs wider. His struts protested with a metallic groan, but Megatron didn’t. If anything, he opened himself even further, panting and grinding against Rodimus’ glossa.
His optics rolled back into his helm as Megatron gave himself over to the pleasure. He forced his gaze to focus so he could see Megatron’s face, contorted with ecstasy, constantly shifting with every move of Rodimus’ glossa. His mouth was open, panting and letting out delectable noises that were music to Rodimus’ audials.
Rodimus thrust his fingers in deeper. He added a fourth, finally feeling just a bit of resistance. He went as deep as he could go, hindered only by his thumb. He imagined, with a little prep, he could easily get his whole hand in there. The thought had him revving his engine.
An idea for another time.
The clenching of Megatron’s valve was making his fingers sore. He made no complaint. Especially when Megatron’s even moans started to waver, interspersed with pants and other little pleasured noises.
“You close?” Rodimus asked a little smugly.
Megatron’s answer was to shove Rodimus’ face back where it belonged.
Rodimus shut his optics and let Megatron grind against his glossa while he curled his fingers inside of him, hitting node clusters until he moaned his name. Charge crackled against his face as Megatron’s movements grew almost frantic.
Come in my mouth . Rodimus wanted to say this, but obviously couldn’t, so he put as much desire into his optics as they could. They glowed a deep blue, lust glazing them over. And when Megatron’s crimson optics met his, they immediately shut as he overloaded, arching off the berth.
Megatron’s calipers cycled down, threatening to crush Rodimus’ fingers with the power of his valve alone. And Primus but wouldn’t it be worth it.
Megatron rode out his overload, still rubbing his node against Rodimus’ numbing glossa. He slowed, twitching and gasping quietly as Rodimus still fingered his now oversensitive valve.
“Good?” Rodimus asked, smiling triumphantly.
Megatron nodded.
“So…” Rodimus carefully extracted his fingers, prompting a groan from Megatron. He slid them down, following the glowing trail of lubricant to still-shut panels. “Still wanna try?”
Megatron said nothing, but the modesty panel beneath Rodimus’ fingertips folded away, and he was left with the daunting task of making him feel good this way.
From the moment he’d gotten this idea in his helm, Rodimus had been excited to try. His valve was amazing , but he could only imagine how tightly his aft would squeeze him. It was an idea that kept him up at night. It was an idea that wet his sheets, waking up with his array fully online and just throbbing with need. It was an idea that he'd self-serviced to many times.
But the real thing, while still exciting, also left him anxious. Thinking back, he'd only ever been on the receiving end.
What if he hurt him?
Rodimus swallowed. He fed off the lust still emanating from Megatron's field. He reminded himself that Megatron was here of his own accord and bared himself without coercion.
He wanted this. And he wanted Rodimus to do it.
“You wait right here,” Rodimus said, stroking Megatron’s thighs which lay limply on either side of him. He slid off the berth, keeping his hand on condensation-covered silver plating as he skirted it.
He took a moment to appreciate the state he’d left his co-captain in: optics shut, venting heavily, and shivering post-overload. There was just something about reducing the big, bad ex-Decepticon warlord to a shaking mess in his berth. It made his engine turn over in the most delightful way.
Rodimus almost forgot the reason he got up.
Opening his berthside table, he got out the bottle of lube, and on his way back to being nestled between Megatron’s legs, he gave him a kiss too sweet for the situation. Megatron reciprocated, but sluggishly. He cracked open his optics for a moment and gave Rodimus a small smile.
“Get on with it already,” Megatron demanded weakly. “And you call me a tease.”
Rodimus lightly spanked him, though it was more on his thigh than his aft. Making his voice as deep as he could, he said, “ Patience .”
Megatron gave a puff of laughter.
Anxiety still niggling at the back of his processor, Rodimus put a generous amount of lubricant on just his index finger, and then yet more on Megatron's port. He was determined to make this feel good, or, should he not succeed, to not put him in any sort of discomfort.
Megatron shifted down the berth just a little. When Rodimus looked at him, there was a desperation in his optics. And that was quite possibly one of the hottest things he'd ever seen. It was only once he literally grabbed Rodimus' wrist that he realized he'd been staring like an idiot.
"Someone's eager," Rodimus said with a smile.
"And someone's hesitating ." Megatron put Rodimus' hand where he wanted it, his fingertips just touching his twitching aft port. "I want this, Rodimus. Now do it ."
Rodimus circled the metalmesh, now actively teasing him rather than worrying. He was such a hypocrite.
"Why won't you let me savour you?" Rodimus teased, doing his best to emulate Megatron's voice. "Always rushing . It's about the journey , Megatron, not the destination."
"I don't sound like that," Megatron said with a frown.
"Oh you so do." Before Rodimus said anything else, he slowly pushed his slick finger inside, making Megatron keen. "But I think right now I want you to start sounding more like I usually do."
Megatron moaned, "Oh, Megatron," flashing Rodimus a slag-eating grin.
"You knew what I meant, you aft." He slowly worked his finger in and out, watching Megatron melt into the berth. "You moan my name or you make no noise at all."
Megatron did just that, and Rodimus revved his engine. Now that he seemed to be actually enjoying this, he was able to go back to simply admiring his handiwork. With every pump of his finger, Megatron squirmed beneath him, his face showing nothing but pleasure.
And the sounds . Rodimus normally drowned out whatever noise Megatron made, but even when he was silent, Megatron never sounded like this . The little mewls and unintentional gasps were both adorable and hot as hell.
"Good?" Even though he knew the answer, Rodimus still thought it prudent to check in.
"Very," Megatron said on a ventilation.
"You want more?" Rodimus nearly pulled his finger out, teasing a second at his entrance.
Megatron nodded and put his arms above his helm. Completely open to him, sprawled across his berth, as relaxed as he could be. Megatron moaned his name again as Rodimus sunk a second finger in. His engine purred contentedly, his plating deliciously warm beneath him.
"I bet you want my spike," Rodimus said. He kept his voice deep, but not like he was imitating his co-captain. Just low and sultry. "I'll get you nice and open so you can take it."
"I do. But only if you fuck me properly ."
Rodimus lightly pouted. "You'd better be nice to me, Megs." He spread his fingers, feeling Megatron's calipers adjust as his co-captain gasped. "Or maybe I'll decide I don't wanna frag your aft at all."
"I'll be good," Megatron said, his voice growing ragged.
"I know you will." Rodimus rubbed Megatron's anterior node with his free hand, feeling him start to squirm beneath him. "Because you want me."
While Megatron didn't verbally agree, the way his frame moved spoke volumes . Shivering and beginning to drip with condensation, while his vents poured steam into the air. He gripped the sheets, his helm rolling one way and then the other, his mouth wide and panting.
Rodimus was once again reminded just how sexy his co-captain was. He always talked about how his frame just asked to be ogled at, but Megatron had clearly never watched the way his hips rocked as he walked or the way the red vents on his waist drew the optic down. Hell, even just watching his hands gesture as he spoke held something so erotic. But maybe that was just because he knew how good they felt when they gestured inside of him.
And Primus, his smoldering red gaze. One look across the bridge was enough to make him wet behind the panels.
Not to mention his sheer size . Rodimus was never all that picky with who he took to berth provided they gave him a good time, but there was something about someone twice his size who could easily snap him in half that had his engine turning over. All that restrained strength… Rodimus shivered.
"So, you like it in the aft, Megs? Feels good, doesn't it?"
Megatron made a little pleased noise. "Maybe you should give me your spike and show me how good it can really be."
"Think you're ready?" Rodimus scissored his fingers, feeling a bit of resistance from the silicone ring. "Mm, I don't know…"
An idea formed in Rodimus' processor, making him don a wicked smile. "Why don't you show me that you're ready?" he suggested, pulling out. His smile became more sadistic when Megatron let out a little whine. "Finger yourself. I wanna see."
Rodimus leaned back and languidly stroked his spike. He couldn't help a little squeeze when he saw Megatron's port clench down on nothing. A fresh wave of lust rolled over his systems and made his patience waver.
"Don't keep me waiting," Rodimus said. He found the discarded bottle of lube in the sheets while Megatron shifted until his hand was by his array. As Megatron gently prodded at his aft, Rodimus dripped some lube onto his fingers. "C'mon, big guy, if you can get two fingers in there I'll give you my spike."
He watched hungrily as his aft easily swallowed one of Megatron's fingers, letting out a small moan. More delicate fingers slid along shivering thighs, followed by Rodimus' mouth leaving little kisses and bites on the sensitive metal.
Rodimus rubbed Megatron's node while he fingered himself. He pulled all sorts of little noises from his voicebox that probably would have embarrassed his co-captain if he'd been of sound processor.
"That's it, Megs," Rodimus praised. Ventilating over his plating, he said, "You can take another, can't you?"
Rodimus couldn't take his optics off of Megatron's array as he slowly pushed a second finger in. Being so much larger than Rodimus—and Primus , but did he know how heavenly those fingers felt—the stretch was much more noticeable. And if Megatron's wanton moans said anything, it felt as good as it looked.
"C'mon, Megs, I need you nice and ready for my spike." Rodimus' optics noticeably brightened as he watched Megatron's fingers slide in and out of his aft port.
Rodimus climbed up Megatron's frame and leaned down to capture his lips in a heated kiss. He felt his pleasure vibrate into his mouth as their glossa tangled together in a mess of oral solvents and Megatron's lubricant.
Breaking their kiss, Megatron said, “Fuck me already, Rodimus.”
Rodimus smiled sadistically. “You can dish it out, but you can’t take it?”
“Oh, I’ll be fine,” Megatron said breathily. The wet shift of Megatron’s fingers in his aft got louder, his optics half-shuttering as he let out a small moan. “I can have fun on my own, but if I remember correctly, you were the one who wanted to do this in the first place. So I imagine you won’t be able to resist much longer.”
"You're telling me you don't want this?" Rodimus watched Megatron's lust-glazed optics focus on his spike, twitching tantalizingly. "You don't want me filling you up?"
Despite what he said, hunger darkened Megatron's crimson optics while he squirmed on the berth. He made a desperate little noise when Rodimus stroked his spike. And when a bead of prefluid dripped down his shaft and over his knuckles, Megatron's free hand gripped the sheets until they threatened to tear.
"Tell you what, Megs… if you flip over, y'know, face down aft up, and you ask me nicely , I'll give you my spike."
"And if I decide I don't want to be nice?"
Rodimus shrugged. "I guess I'll just have to punish you. Rodimus-style ."
Megatron shivered, his optics half-shuttering. He pulled his fingers out and started to roll over. Rodimus couldn't help but notice how much his arms shook under his weight.
"Completely unrelated to our current situation, but my frame can take quite a bit of punishment." Red optics flashed over a muzzled shoulder. "So, hypothetically, if someone were to try and rough me up, they wouldn't have to hold back."
"'Hypothetically,' hm?"
Megatron settled, and Rodimus took one last moment to admire his offering. The big, bad Megatron before him, wet and drooling, his aft unabashedly presented to him. Just waiting to be claimed by his spike.
He shivered in giddy anticipation.
"Get on with it," Megatron ordered gruffly.
Rodimus rested his hands on Megatron's aft. "Ask me nicely ."
"Fuck me. Now ."
Rodimus spanked him. Hard .
Megatron's grunt of pain morphed into a moan, shakes wracking his frame while his holes clenched down on nothing. Rodimus spanked him again before he'd settled.
"Try again," Rodimus said. "Be good for me, Megatron." He slid his spike along the mess that was Megatron's array. “All you have to do is ask me nicely , and I’ll fuck you real good.”
“Or maybe you’ll come after two minutes.”
“Best two minutes of your life, Megs.”
Megatron barked a laugh.
“C’mon, Megs, ask me nicely.” Rodimus lined himself up, gently prodding his aft port. If Megatron wanted, all it would take is one snap of his hips and he’d have him inside of him. And at this point, Rodimus would have been fine with that. He just wasn’t the teasing type.
But he was the spanking type.
His palm stung and Megatron’s aft had noticeable yellow paint transfers. Megatron shuddered, his field flaring wildly while his valve gushed lubricant.
Voice thick with static, Megatron said, “Please fuck my aft.”
Rodimus couldn’t help his giddy rev of excitement. Not wanting to waste another moment , he slipped inside, facing little resistance. Megatron's calipers cycled down snugly on his spike and he dug his fingers into Megatron's hip joints.
The sound that came out of Megatron would be replaying in Rodimus’ processor for weeks to come. A deep, growling moan that had him gripping the sheets until his knuckles groaned.
Rodimus leaned down over Megatron, pressing their heated frames flush. Megatron’s cooling fans ratcheted up to a higher setting and his plating puffed out, trying in vain to expel the excess heat. No doubt warnings were flashing across Megatron’s HUD just like Rodimus’. But like always, Rodimus ignored them.
The urge to rut into him ran hot through Rodimus’ lines. It didn’t help that Megatron rocked back to meet each of his thrusts, heightening his charge and deleting every thought that didn’t pertain to Megatron and the lovely noises he was making. He forced himself to keep a steady rhythm, staying in the moment. He pressed open-mouthed kisses across Megatron’s back, feeling his moans as much as he heard them.
"Primus, Megatron, you feel so good." Rodimus ground their arrays together. "Still feel good for you?"
"Yes," Megatron said on a ventilation. "Better than I remember."
"That's the magic of my spike."
Megatron let out a puff of laughter. "I'll let you win that one. As long as you don't overload right away."
"I'm gonna fuck you all night, Megs," Rodimus whispered.
Megatron shivered. He gasped when Rodimus forced his legs further apart, his valve dripping lubricant down his thighs.
There was something incredibly hot about having Megatron like this. Usually so stoic and reserved, now dripping and moaning for his co-captain. Unfortunately, given how incredibly hot he was, Rodimus found his overload rushing up to meet him. He stopped, fully seated, fighting off the feeling.
"Are you alright?" Megatron asked.
"Yeah I just," Rodimus sucked in a quick ventilation, "just need a moment."
"You said you were going to fuck me all night long." Megatron looked at him over his shoulder, moving his hips just enough to get some friction. "Are you giving up already?"
"No way! I'm stopping so that I can keep going." Starting off slow, Rodimus made small thrusts. "Gonna give you the Rodimus guarantee of a good time."
Megatron let out a soft gasp of pleasure while his field washed over Rodimus' frame. It tugged at his own, melding in places and heightening his charge. He was forced to stop again, his fingers digging into Megatron's hips.
"Ride it out." Megatron's voice flowed smoothly into his audials. Cool among the searing heat.
Rodimus shuddered out a ventilation, scraping golden lines into Megatron's plating. He held himself completely still. Soon enough, the build of charge bled off until he felt back in control of himself.
"Good boy," Megatron said with a slag-eating grin.
"You know that's not helping." Rodimus' cheeks warmed in a new way.
"But you're being my good boy and I want you to know that."
Face reddening until it was nearly the same colour as the rest of his plating, Rodimus let out a small whine. He gave small, experimental thrusts into him, and when he didn't feel like he was going to immediately overload, he moved just a bit faster.
Megatron let out a low moan. "Just like that," he said on the crest of a ventilation.
Rodimus would increase his pace just a bit, then decrease it when he felt his overload building. He had to stop again, leaving only the tip inside of his co-captain. He swore he was losing his processor holding back like this, but there was something about watching Megatron desperately trying to take in more of his spike.
"Where's that famous patience?" Rodimus asked before giving Megatron another well-deserved spank.
"I want to make sure I get an overload before you're finished." He grunted when Rodimus' palm met with his aft again. It morphed into a more pleasured noise, leaving Megatron a shaking mess. "You're going to leave a dent at this rate."
"And you'd love it," Rodimus said as he thrust back in. "I should leave you covered in dents and paint transfers and let you walk out on the bridge so that everyone knows who you belong to."
"Hah! You think I'd belong to someone who can't even make me come?"
Rodimus pulled out. "Get on your back."
"Is that supposed to help?"
Rodimus pouted. "On. Your back. Now ."
"Or what?" Megatron said, but he followed through with the order.
He wasted no time in folding his co-captain in half, a growl in his throat. He slid his spike along his array— Primus he was soaked—dragging it back and knocking every ridge into his swollen, pulsing node.
Rodimus slipped back in easily. He all but smacked Megatron's spike cover; a wordless demand. When it pressurized into his waiting hand, he squeezed his shaft, his hand's movement aided by the prefluid spilling from his slit. He surprised even himself with his dexterity when he was able to use his free hand to easily shove four fingers into his valve.
All it took was a few rocks of his hips to have Megatron overloading. Spurts of transfluid coated Megatron's chest and ventrum while his aft cycled down on Rodimus' spike, and he had to hold himself still to keep from tipping over, himself.
Rodimus couldn't help a bit of an evil laugh. "There. I win."
Megatron scoffed, but he was panting and his optics were glazed over. "You gave me one . I regularly give you multiple without needing to resort to all of that."
"Ungrateful little…" Rodimus pushed more firmly on Megatron's thighs until his knees met the berth on either side. He thrust into his still-rippling calipers, fighting off another overload. This one didn't take as long to recover from, and he was back to fragging Megatron's processor out after a few moments.
"I'll give you another," Rodimus said. "Just from your aft."
"Remember that talk we had about setting reasonable goals, Rodimus?"
"Remember that talk we had about you shutting the fuck up?"
"I don't recall—"
Rodimus stuffed nearly his whole hand in Megatron's mouth. "We're having it right now. Shut up unless you're screaming my name."
Rodimus gave Megatron short, but strong, thrusts, watching his optics roll back in his helm. He relished the way Megatron looked beneath him and resolved to keep him that way for as long as possible.
Globules of lubricant seeped down from Megatron's mostly neglected valve. If only he could lap that up and bury his face in it while still fucking his aft. He could imagine the taste of him while still feeling him squeezing his spike all around. Even just the idea of it had him teetering on the edge again.
This time, Rodimus was able to keep up a slow pace, riding the crest, but not surpassing it. He let out a low moan, sliding his fingers out of Megatron's mouth so he could make his own noise.
His own name was whispered back to him, thick with pleasure. His beautiful, smoldering crimson optics met Rodimus', and for a moment he forgot to ventilate. He held his gaze perhaps a touch too long before giving Megatron a particularly hard thrust that had his optics shutting as he let out the most delectable sounds.
Determination filling his lines, Rodimus fucked him harder. Not as hard as Rodimus would have wanted, but enough that Megatron was gasping and gripping the sheets, his helm thrown back.
Rodimus shifted his hands to the berth. As soon as Megatron's legs were free, he wrapped them around Rodimus, keeping him close as he slammed home again and again.
Rippling calipers were nearly Rodimus' undoing. Nearly . He grit his denta and kept thrusting, feeling Megatron's overload as they all clamped down at once and his thick fingers dug into his spoiler mount.
He held on just a touch longer. Long enough for Megatron to come down from his high, panting. He splayed his massive hand across Rodimus' chest and surely felt his spark pummeling his palm before he bottomed out, deep inside. He shot so much transfluid inside of Megatron that it started seeping out around his spike.
Amazed that he hadn't been knocked offline, Rodimus fell onto Megatron, spent and more satisfied than he'd been in a long while. He didn't know if he'd be able to move and he wasn't about to try.
And he couldn't get the stupid grin off of his face.
"Well, I concede," Megatron said, ventilating heavily. "That was pretty good."
" Only pretty good?" Rodimus frowned, offended, for a moment, but his smile returned.
"I can't inflate your ego too much. Otherwise you won't get any better. And your stamina could still use improvement." He stroked Rodimus' spoiler with slightly shaking hands. "But I will say it was nice to be the one getting multiple overloads this time."
"It won't be the last time," Rodimus said. "Promise."
"I'm holding you to that."
Rodimus lifted himself up enough to see Megatron's face. "So, did you want me to clean you up still?"
"Quite frankly, I don't want to move."
Flopping down, Rodimus let out a happy sigh. "Good. Because I'm exhausted ."
"Then get up here so we can go to sleep."
Rodimus took his rightful place, nestled under Megatron's arm with his own arm thrown over Megatron's chest. He absent-mindedly stroked the plating over his spark and felt Megatron do the same, but to his spoiler.
The fragger was too good at that. The same hands that caressed over that plating to arouse him were able to also calm him down and lull him to sleep. And the same hands that were able to wring overload after overload after overload from his frame.
It wasn't fair.
"Rodimus?"
"Mm?" Rodimus didn't open his optics.
Megatron was silent for a while longer. Rodimus began to wonder if he'd imagined him speaking.
"Thank you. This was nice."
"It was about time I returned the favour," Rodimus said, patting Megatron over his Autobot symbol. "But I'm happy to get back to the whole you ruining my valve thing. Or my aft. Whatever part of me you want to ruin."
The hand resting on Rodimus' back slid down to his aft, giving it a squeeze.
"Round two?" Rodimus asked, opening one optic.
Megatron still had his closed, but he was smiling. "Ask me in the morning."