[Bay] Insoluble - Part One
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dracoqueen22a/n: For Reasons (aka the author can't leave well enough alone and loves this pairing). And so here it is, the beginning of the partner fic to Indivisible, and it's twice as angsty-dark as the fic which spawned it. In other words, this is pretty much self-indulgent on my part. Enjoy?
Title: Insoluble, Part One
Universe: Bayverse, pre-films, Indivisible
Characters: MegatronxSunstreaker
Rating: R
Warnings: rough tactile interfacing, implied past twincest
Description: Pain and pleasure, the cost of freedom, willingly paid.
“Does it bother you?”
The question is lost to the pleasure, the static dancing over his plating, alighting his sensors one by one. Sunstreaker shivers, writhing beneath a heavy frame, talons sinking into gaps and refusing to relinquish their grip.
The dark chuckle resonates in his audials. “So pretty,” his lover purrs. “So fierce.”
Sunstreaker moans, arching upward, desperate for more friction, for pleasure to replace the pain, the ache of betrayal.
“Does it bother you, gold one?” the voice asks, seductive and rumbling through Sunstreaker's audials.
Heated ex-vents wash over him. He forces his optics online, looks up into the face of power and madness, crimson optics and sharpened denta.
“Does it bother you?” Sunstreaker asks, challenges, glossa sliding over his lips.
Those optics narrow. The grip on his hips tighten. Metal buckles, squealing under the assault, and the pain is a spice to the pleasure.
Sunstreaker gasps, spark swirling and swirling, pushing at the locks on his chamber. He trembles.
“So bold,” Megatron purrs at him, leaning down, heavier and heavier, nearly crushing the frontliner beneath him. He outweighs Sunstreaker. He's more than half again Sunstreaker's height.
Somehow, that makes it all better.
“Did it hurt?” Megatron asks.
Sunstreaker shutters his optics again, bares the vulnerability of his throat to the Lord High Protector. Is it trust? Or is it blind daring? The world may never know.
Megatron takes the invitation. His denta scrapes the delicate plating, tugs on the cables and the main energon line. Sunstreaker can feel the threat in them.
He shivers again.
“It must have hurt,” Megatron says, and Primus but he talks more than Sideswipe.
Sunstreaker works his intake, forces down the thought, the memory. He ignores the churning of his spark, clutches at Megatron until energon wells up beneath his talons. He'll have to clean it later, with his glossa, while Megatron watches and purrs beneath him.
Sunstreaker's engine revs.
“It is a pain like none other,” Megatron says, on the edge of a ventilation, the need in his vocals now matching Sunstreaker's own. “It burns. It cleanses.”
“Yes,” Sunstreaker hisses, legs scrabbling against the berth, the charge a sharp burn-dance through his lines, driving him higher and higher.
His spark throbs. His chestplates jutter.
Megatron chuckles, the vibrations delightful against Sunstreaker's intake. He gasps, draws in heated burst of air after heated burst, writhes trapped between Megatron and the berth.
“We do what we must,” Megatron murmurs.
“Yes!”
“What we need.”
Sunstreaker manages a needy groan, vocalizer spitting static otherwise.
“We break,” Megatron purrs the last, “the bond.”
Errors scream at him. More pain creeps in around the edges of the pleasure, swallowing him whole, and it doesn't matter because he can't tell the difference. One sensation is as good as the other. Either is better than nothing.
His spark sings, feels the pulse of Lord Megatron's, despite the thick and heavy layers of battle-grade armor. The same off-rhythm reach.
Megatron's helm slides against his, a susurrus of metal on metal, his lipplates mere inches from Sunstreaker's audials.
“And we are free.”
Sunstreaker overloads, his entire frame jerking upward from the berth, slamming against Megatron's. He shouts his pleasure, the sound ringing through the berthroom, the discharge snapping out and burrowing into Megatron's substructure.
He's burning up, he can't get cool air, and he doesn't fragging care. Not when Megatron is shoving him down to the berth, keeping him pinned, roaring his own overload in a near-violent wave of skittering electric charge.
Sunstreaker pants for air through his mouth, unwilling yet to disentangle his talons from Megatron's substructure. The heavy weight of the Lord High Protector is a willing cage around his frame. The purr of Megatron's engine vibrates him.
A glossa teases his audial before Megatron pulls back and Sunstreaker onlines his optics, capturing that red gaze.
“We will show them,” Sunstreaker says, vocalizer rough with static. His own engine purrs agreement.
“Yes,” Lord Megatron says, the back of his hand stroking the side of Sunstreaker's face and touching the pinprick of energon on his throat. “We will.”
***
a/n: So. Yeah. There will be seven parts to this. It'll cover the films and what happens after, just like Indivisible, and Megatron will have something like a happy ending. Maybe. *shifty eyes* And it will also include another guilty pleasure pairing favorite of mine that is a surprise!
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated.
Title: Insoluble, Part One
Universe: Bayverse, pre-films, Indivisible
Characters: MegatronxSunstreaker
Rating: R
Warnings: rough tactile interfacing, implied past twincest
Description: Pain and pleasure, the cost of freedom, willingly paid.
“Does it bother you?”
The question is lost to the pleasure, the static dancing over his plating, alighting his sensors one by one. Sunstreaker shivers, writhing beneath a heavy frame, talons sinking into gaps and refusing to relinquish their grip.
The dark chuckle resonates in his audials. “So pretty,” his lover purrs. “So fierce.”
Sunstreaker moans, arching upward, desperate for more friction, for pleasure to replace the pain, the ache of betrayal.
“Does it bother you, gold one?” the voice asks, seductive and rumbling through Sunstreaker's audials.
Heated ex-vents wash over him. He forces his optics online, looks up into the face of power and madness, crimson optics and sharpened denta.
“Does it bother you?” Sunstreaker asks, challenges, glossa sliding over his lips.
Those optics narrow. The grip on his hips tighten. Metal buckles, squealing under the assault, and the pain is a spice to the pleasure.
Sunstreaker gasps, spark swirling and swirling, pushing at the locks on his chamber. He trembles.
“So bold,” Megatron purrs at him, leaning down, heavier and heavier, nearly crushing the frontliner beneath him. He outweighs Sunstreaker. He's more than half again Sunstreaker's height.
Somehow, that makes it all better.
“Did it hurt?” Megatron asks.
Sunstreaker shutters his optics again, bares the vulnerability of his throat to the Lord High Protector. Is it trust? Or is it blind daring? The world may never know.
Megatron takes the invitation. His denta scrapes the delicate plating, tugs on the cables and the main energon line. Sunstreaker can feel the threat in them.
He shivers again.
“It must have hurt,” Megatron says, and Primus but he talks more than Sideswipe.
Sunstreaker works his intake, forces down the thought, the memory. He ignores the churning of his spark, clutches at Megatron until energon wells up beneath his talons. He'll have to clean it later, with his glossa, while Megatron watches and purrs beneath him.
Sunstreaker's engine revs.
“It is a pain like none other,” Megatron says, on the edge of a ventilation, the need in his vocals now matching Sunstreaker's own. “It burns. It cleanses.”
“Yes,” Sunstreaker hisses, legs scrabbling against the berth, the charge a sharp burn-dance through his lines, driving him higher and higher.
His spark throbs. His chestplates jutter.
Megatron chuckles, the vibrations delightful against Sunstreaker's intake. He gasps, draws in heated burst of air after heated burst, writhes trapped between Megatron and the berth.
“We do what we must,” Megatron murmurs.
“Yes!”
“What we need.”
Sunstreaker manages a needy groan, vocalizer spitting static otherwise.
“We break,” Megatron purrs the last, “the bond.”
Errors scream at him. More pain creeps in around the edges of the pleasure, swallowing him whole, and it doesn't matter because he can't tell the difference. One sensation is as good as the other. Either is better than nothing.
His spark sings, feels the pulse of Lord Megatron's, despite the thick and heavy layers of battle-grade armor. The same off-rhythm reach.
Megatron's helm slides against his, a susurrus of metal on metal, his lipplates mere inches from Sunstreaker's audials.
“And we are free.”
Sunstreaker overloads, his entire frame jerking upward from the berth, slamming against Megatron's. He shouts his pleasure, the sound ringing through the berthroom, the discharge snapping out and burrowing into Megatron's substructure.
He's burning up, he can't get cool air, and he doesn't fragging care. Not when Megatron is shoving him down to the berth, keeping him pinned, roaring his own overload in a near-violent wave of skittering electric charge.
Sunstreaker pants for air through his mouth, unwilling yet to disentangle his talons from Megatron's substructure. The heavy weight of the Lord High Protector is a willing cage around his frame. The purr of Megatron's engine vibrates him.
A glossa teases his audial before Megatron pulls back and Sunstreaker onlines his optics, capturing that red gaze.
“We will show them,” Sunstreaker says, vocalizer rough with static. His own engine purrs agreement.
“Yes,” Lord Megatron says, the back of his hand stroking the side of Sunstreaker's face and touching the pinprick of energon on his throat. “We will.”
a/n: So. Yeah. There will be seven parts to this. It'll cover the films and what happens after, just like Indivisible, and Megatron will have something like a happy ending. Maybe. *shifty eyes* And it will also include another guilty pleasure pairing favorite of mine that is a surprise!
Feedback, as always, is welcome and appreciated.
