The Agreement p. 12
Rating: M-ish now
Words: 352
Have some Agreement loves. <3
Ultra hesitated, even as his spark pulsed hotly in his chamber. Red Alert had long since been encouraging him to find somebot to try interfacing with and, despite her grumblings otherwise, he had been looking. Every once in a while. When he remembered. But the more she reminded him the more he considered and 'researched' it. It was hard to find somebot to trust that thoroughly though.
Yet here was the perfect opportunity.
Well, a decent one at least. He hoped. This could all backfire horribly and he would be faced with many embarrassing and painful reminders for the rest of his existence. That was his biggest hesitance. His biggest concern.
Currently his processor was focused on Megatron, full of images of the bot sprawled out beneath him, revisiting those gentle touches and smoldering optics. But Ultra knew the memories would surface. They always did when he self-serviced. He had no reason to believe this would be any different. Except for his naive hope.
Ultra felt Megatron's spark flash hot beneath him and he refocused himself on the bot, flushing a bit in embarrassment when he realized he had been unconsciously rubbing the bots armor and toying with his seams while he processed the situation. Apparently Megatron had very sensitive seams at the base of his shoulder guards. Ultra paused. Then, moving before he could really process it, he dragged his fingers through those transformation seams, plucking lightly at the wires underneath. Megatron made a sound, halfway between a growl and a moan, and pressed into the touch, revving hard.
Megatron's servos came up, touching without restraining, to play with the panels on his hips, digging in to find sensitive nodes underneath while rubbing them lightly. Ultra gasped and moaned, pleasure making his spark pulse hard. His lips were captured in a kiss that had him writhing on the other bot. He wanted more now. He wanted a spark against his.
Then it happened.
That voice, dark and malicious, echoed through his processor. "I'll make your spark only ever accept mine. You belong to me, now and forever."
Ultra froze in panic.
Words: 352
Have some Agreement loves. <3
Ultra hesitated, even as his spark pulsed hotly in his chamber. Red Alert had long since been encouraging him to find somebot to try interfacing with and, despite her grumblings otherwise, he had been looking. Every once in a while. When he remembered. But the more she reminded him the more he considered and 'researched' it. It was hard to find somebot to trust that thoroughly though.
Yet here was the perfect opportunity.
Well, a decent one at least. He hoped. This could all backfire horribly and he would be faced with many embarrassing and painful reminders for the rest of his existence. That was his biggest hesitance. His biggest concern.
Currently his processor was focused on Megatron, full of images of the bot sprawled out beneath him, revisiting those gentle touches and smoldering optics. But Ultra knew the memories would surface. They always did when he self-serviced. He had no reason to believe this would be any different. Except for his naive hope.
Ultra felt Megatron's spark flash hot beneath him and he refocused himself on the bot, flushing a bit in embarrassment when he realized he had been unconsciously rubbing the bots armor and toying with his seams while he processed the situation. Apparently Megatron had very sensitive seams at the base of his shoulder guards. Ultra paused. Then, moving before he could really process it, he dragged his fingers through those transformation seams, plucking lightly at the wires underneath. Megatron made a sound, halfway between a growl and a moan, and pressed into the touch, revving hard.
Megatron's servos came up, touching without restraining, to play with the panels on his hips, digging in to find sensitive nodes underneath while rubbing them lightly. Ultra gasped and moaned, pleasure making his spark pulse hard. His lips were captured in a kiss that had him writhing on the other bot. He wanted more now. He wanted a spark against his.
Then it happened.
That voice, dark and malicious, echoed through his processor. "I'll make your spark only ever accept mine. You belong to me, now and forever."
Ultra froze in panic.