[Flights of Fancy] Topsy-Turvy 15
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dracoqueen22Title: Topsy-Turvy
Universe: Flights of Fancy
Characters: Megatron/Rodimus, Soundwave, Shockwave/Orion Pax, Drift/Perceptor, Starscream, Ensemble
Rating: M
Enticements: Harpyformers AU, Sexual Content, Romance, Unrequited Love, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn
Summary: If asked, Liege Megatron of the Kaon Aerie would say his life was perfect. With a content, growing flock to manage, he had nothing to worry about. Loneliness was part of a Liege’s life, he’d decided. Until the bright-spirited Hot Rod comes along, determined to be the exception to the rule.
Chapter Fifteen
Megatron spotted Rodimus’ red-orange tail disappearing around the corner of the upper atrium, the mostly empty walkways up here home to residential nests, some unclaimed, some occupied.
If it bothered anyone to see their leader racing through the corridors in hot pursuit of his intended, no one spoke up. A few comments trailed in Megatron’s wake – both lewd and encouraging alike – but no one complained. Or perhaps they were saving it for later.
Megatron would worry about such things in the morning. Right now, there was a pretty smol teasing him, always darting ahead, just out of reach, his feathers swishing through the leaves.
Rodimus was more agile than Megatron knew. He grabbed extended branches and growths, clinging to them, leaping from them, always a step ahead. He laughed, bright and carefree, and Megatron’s core throbbed even harder.
He could no more stop himself from chasing Rodimus, than he could stop the heat pulsing through his veins, or the thick throb of need in his groin. Everytime Rodimus jumped, his feathermane flattened, and Megatron’s marks stood out in sharp relief. His twitching tail was a temptation Megatron couldn’t ignore.
He chased, and he stalked, and he waited for his moment.
It came when Rodimus tossed him a cheeky wink and leapt from one branch to another, a larger gap than he’d dared so far.
Megatron pounced, snatching Rodimus out of thin air, a startled squeak spilling out of Rodimus’ mouth as they hit the ground, Megatron rolling to cushion the impact.
“Got you,” he growled as they slid to a stop, ruched up against the wall of the corridor. He pinned Rodimus beneath him, the lithe body rolling up to meet his.
Rodimus looked up at him, breathless, eyes wide and bright. “I guess you did,” he breathed and squirmed. “Now what?”
Megatron groaned, laying more of his weight against the smol, keeping Rodimus trapped. His arms tightened around Rodimus as his clava throbbed, almost daring to peep from its sheath.
“You are threatening my composure,” Megatron admitted.
Rodimus laughed and surged upward, licking the tip of Megatron’s nose. “Good,” he purred and wriggled, his groin rolling up against Megatron’s belly. “But I ask again, my liege. What now?”
Wasn’t it obvious?
Megatron rolled to his feet in one smooth motion and slung Rodimus over his shoulder, pinning him there with a firm hand on Rodimus’ rump. Rodimus squawked his surprise, tail sweeping through the air and nearly smacking Megatron in the face.
“Now we go somewhere I can deal with you without my flock watching,” Megatron said, his face flushed with heat.
They had an audience. Oh, it was maybe only a half-dozen of his flock members, and they all looked approving, but that wasn’t the point. Megatron was Liege. He had to have some semblance of decorum.
“Back to your nest, I hope,” Rodimus said in a gleeful tone, wriggling his rump pointedly.
Megatron gave it a light smack, and Rodimus giggled. Megatron sighed. There would be no punishing this one apparently.
Megatron leapt down a level as Rodimus clutched his back and made a sound of delight. Shows of strength were, apparently, a point of arousal for him, if Megatron had to guess by the clava poking at his shoulder.
His grip on Rodimus’ rump tightened.
He might have run to his nest, the throb in his groin threatening to bare his own clava to all and sundry. Megatron wasn’t a prude, but the idea of walking around his aerie with his clava on display was not ideal.
He almost tore the curtain down from his doorway and fumbled to loosen the knot so it would muffle noises and announce he was too busy to speak with anyone. Rodimus made rocking motions with his hips, grinding his arousal on Megatron’s shoulder.
“Put me down,” he begged. “Please, Megatron. Put me down. You got me. I’m here. And believe me, I’m not going anywhere.”
Megatron stalked toward his nestbed with single-minded focus. Oh, he would put Rodimus down, but right where he wanted him. Right where Rodimus couldn’t squirm away, where Megatron could enjoy every inch of the smol he could lay his lips on. He wanted Rodimus beneath him again, to hear him moan and beg and watch him writhe.
Megatron’s knees wobbled. He almost fell into his nest, but caught himself at the last minute. He waded into the sea of blankets and pillows, kicking aside some those stained from last night. A problem to worry about later.
Megatron slung Rodimus down into the pillows. The smol landed on his back, arms and legs splayed, his feathers fanning out around him. His face was flushed pink, his lips parted invitingly, his eyes wide and bright with arousal.
By Adaptus, he was hard. His clava jutted from his sheath, already dribbling at the tip. Megatron’s mouth watered.
Rodimus was wet, too. His featherdown was dark with slick, and arousal had the folds of his antrum swollen and visible. Megatron’s clava throbbed, seeping at the sight of it, and he wanted nothing more than to sink back into that welcoming heat. He wouldn’t make the same mistake as yesterday however.
No longer untouched Rodimus might be, but he still wasn’t in a shape for Megatron to fall over him like a crazed beast. No matter how loud Megatron’s instincts roared.
Rodimus’ flush deepened. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. “You’re just staring at me.”
“Because you’re gorgeous.” Megatron dropped to his knees between Rodimus’ thighs, crawling over the smol until Rodimus was caged beneath him. “Utterly delectable. A delicious treat. I was deciding how I should consume you.”
His hands slid up Rodimus’ arms, slow and gentle, before his fingers curled around Rodimus’ wrists. Not so tight as to hurt, but enough that a testing tug proved fruitless. Rodimus was well and truly caught.
A whimper rose in his throat. He licked his lips, body rolling up against Megatron’s, the head of his clava rutting over Megatron’s belly.
“The things you say,” Rodimus tipped his head back, revealing the long line of his throat, the raw and fresh evidence of Megatron’s marks.
Complete and utter submission.
Arousal roared through Megatron like wildfire. He growled, the echoes of it vibrating through his chest, and he stole Rodimus’ lips for his own. The kiss was less gentle than he intended, but need yawed through him, and more of his weight rested on Rodimus. He moaned into the kiss as the head of his clava rutted over Rodimus’ feathers, the silky-softness of them stirring his arousal more.
Rodimus whined, his thighs bracketing Megatron’s hips, knees pressing in, urging him onward. He wriggled beneath Megatron, grinding against his belly.
“More,” Rodimus gasped as Megatron broke free of his lips, leaving stinging nips over Rodimus’ jaw.
“Wait.” Megatron nudged under Rodimus’ chin, burying his face against Rodimus’ throat, where the sweetest of scents lingered. Where he could feel the pulse of Rodimus’ core against his lips.
Megatron groaned and rolled his hips, grinding his clava against Rodimus, slick staining Rodimus’ feathers. He shifted, just so, and then their clavas collided, hard heat against hard heat.
Rodimus sucked air through his teeth. He gasped, head tilting far back, his throat surrendered to Megatron’s lips.
Need thundered in Megatron’s ears. His grip on Rodimus’ wrists tightened by degrees, bearing Rodimus down into the nest. He ground down, hips rocking and rolling, thrusting against Rodimus in mimicry of claiming him.
Rodimus keened. “Take me!” he pleaded, and the sweet smell of his slick grew even stronger. Megatron could feel it, damp on his feathers, but no.
He would wait. He would taste Rodimus’ pleasure before he took what had been offered. He had self-control. This time, he’d prove it.
He still growled against Rodimus’ throat, let him feel the vibrations of it through his skin. He found an unmarked patch and sank his teeth against it, tasting Rodimus with flicks of his tongue. He exhibited some restraint, however, and continued to avoid the traditional mating spot, and refrained from biting deep enough to scar.
Rodimus gasped, his back arching. His hips juttered against Megatron’s, a rapid and uneven thrust of his clava. Their lengths slid together, jostling for space, slick mingling.
Megatron licked and nibbled, found yet another bare patch that could use his mark. He tasted Rodimus, as he felt every gasp, every moan. His world was nothing but Rodimus’ sweetness, the tickle of Rodimus’ panting exhalations against his crest, the urgent noises vibrating in Rodimus’ throat, against his lips.
The deepest of bites was over the very center of Rodimus’ throat, the hardest place for him to hide. It was a shade too far to the left to be a mating mark. It called to Megatron’s mouth, made him hot and hungry.
He licked his way to it, and then lapped over the marks with a long, wet swipe of his tongue. Rodimus warbled beneath him, spine arching into a parabolic curve, head thrown back. Warmth splattered between their bodies as Rodimus shook and babbled something in a language Megatron didn’t recognize.
Hot slick rubbed over Megatron’s clava. He swore it tingled, and it made Rodimus’ feathers even more sleek. Megatron thrust against him, need boiling in his veins. He stole Rodimus’ lips again, Rodimus panting against his mouth, his thighs quivering around Megatron’s hips.
It took only a handful more thrusts for Megatron to follow Rodimus over the edge. He pressed his forehead to Rodimus’ and groaned as he came, spurt after spurt striping Rodimus’ feathers and mingling with Rodimus’ own spill. Megatron shifted his weight so he wasn’t crushing Rodimus and sucked in several gulps of air.
His entire body trembled, and he was still hard as a rock. One release wasn’t nearly enough to clear his arousal, and given the way Rodimus wriggled beneath him, Rodimus was in the same situation.
“That better not be it,” Rodimus panted as he tugged his wrists free of Megatron’s loosened grip. He slid his hands up Megatron’s chest and over his shoulders. “I still want you inside me.”
“I’ll get there.” Megatron licked over the bites on Rodimus’ neck, wincing to himself. Many were deeper than he intended. Two of them were bleeding. By Adaptus, what was wrong with him.
Rodimus sighed and stroked his tarsals over the back of Megatron’s legs. “Get there faster,” he grumbled.
Megatron chuckled. He pushed off Rodimus and sat back on his heels, admiring the splay of the smol beneath him. Spill indeed decorated Rodimus’ abdomen in glistening streaks. He remained half-hard, his clava damp with moisture, but the slick gathered in his antrum told of his hunger.
Megatron dragged his knuckles down Rodimus’ groin and palmed the pretty smol’s antrum, slick immediately sticking to him. “You’re so wet,” he said, his voice coming out more like a growl.
His clava throbbed as though he hadn’t just found release. The urge to take Rodimus rose up inside of him again, like a tingle in his spine.
Rodimus rolled his hips, riding Megatron’s palm. “And you’re being a tease.” He pouted, lips puffy from Megatron’s kisses. His antrum swelled, clit-nub peeking from the crown of his folds.
Megatron dampened his thumb with Rodimus’ slick and pressed it to that swollen button, circling it lightly. Rodimus inhaled, his hips rolling against Megatron’s hand, his antrum radiating heat.
“You’re not sore?” Megatron asked, in all seriousness. His own pleasure would wait. He wouldn’t hurt Rodimus again, not if he could help it.
Rodimus clawed at the nest covers, grinding harder against Megatron’s hand. “No, I’m not. I swear.” He licked his lips, eyes slitted as they met Megatron’s. “Isn’t it too soon in our relationship for you to make me beg?”
Megatron’s eyebrows lifted. His cupped his hands under Rodimus’ rump. “Who gave you such kinky ideas?”
“That’s my secret to tell,” Rodimus sang with a salacious little grin. His hands landed over Megatron’s, talons digging into the back of Megatron’s hands. “Maybe you can interrogate me with your clava.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Megatron laughed. He sat back on his heels and tugged Rodimus into his lap, the smol flopping against him and bearing him backward. His spine hit the rounded edge of his nest, propping him mostly upright. Rodimus plastered against his front, cradled in the crook of Megatron’s hips.
“Mmm, this is much better.” Rodimus wriggled, planting his antrum right against the rigid heat of Megatron’s clava. “Guess that means sometimes I’m going to have to take what I want.”
“Fortunately, I don’t see a problem with that.” Megatron shifted his legs out from under him, drawing up his knees to support Rodimus from behind, the brightly colored tail flicking aside at the last minute.
He cupped Rodimus’ face, drawing the smol toward him for a kiss. He brushed their lips together, lightly at first, before tracing Rodimus’ lips with the tip of his tongue. Rodimus shivered and rocked down, his slick painting hot and wet over Megatron’s clava.
“If this is romance, I want more of it,” Rodimus murmured. His eyes fluttered shut as he tilted his face up toward Megatron.
“You can have whatever you want, if you’ll stay with me,” Megatron replied.
He pressed little kisses over Rodimus’ face, on his forehead, his temples, the jut of his cheekbones. He decorated the tip of Rodimus’ nose and exhaled hotly into his ears. He licked a long, hot stripe up the midline of Rodimus’ throat before ending at his lips, kissing him deeply.
Rodimus tasted sweet, and he moaned into the kiss, his hands clutching at Megatron’s sides. He slipped down a bit further in Megatron’s lap, his antrum cradling Megatron’s clava with heated invitation.
One Megatron intended to accept.
Megatron cradled Rodimus’ hips and lifted him. He angled himself and eased into Rodimus in one slow, savoring thrust. Megatron moaned, trembling, as he was embraced by rippling heat. Rodimus gasped and arched on top of him, rolling his hips to make Megatron move faster.
Rodimus slung his arms around Megatron’s neck, his knees digging into the nest covers. “More,” he moaned as he lifted and lowered himself, working Megatron deeper, his slick pooling between their bodies.
The scent of him was dizzying. Megatron’s mouth found the crook of neck and shoulder, and then wandered on. He nibbled Rodimus’ collarbone, buried in the tickly, soft feathers of his mane. He inhaled, greedily taking in the berry-sweet scent of Rodimus. His clava throbbed, grinding deeper, Rodimus rippling around him.
He let Rodimus set the pace, and then wondered if he should have, because Rodimus started working his hips, slamming himself faster and faster on Megatron’s clava. He made all these sounds in his throat, little whimpers and gasps, his talons kneading the back of Megatron’s shoulders.
It took all Megatron had not to throw him down into the nest and rut upon him like he were caught in the grips of a mating heat. His clava throbbed, an off beat to the rhythm of Rodimus’ movements.
He was gorgeous like this, caught up in pleasure, going after it with determination, his lower lip caught between his teeth. His eyes were scrunched shut, his face flushed a deeper pink. His crest feathers flared, and the sounds he made rung in Megatron’s ears like little seductive croons.
“By Adaptus, you’re beautiful,” Megatron breathed, because it was truth, and one Rodimus deserved to hear.
He tugged on Rodimus’ ear with his teeth, nuzzling the smol and holding him closer. He cradled Rodimus’ hips, helping him lift and sink onto Megatron’s clava, faster and faster, grinding delightfully deep.
“Take me,” Rodimus babbled as his talons dug in, little pricks in Megatron’s skin, enough to leave marks behind. “Keep me. Oh, please, please.” His head tipped back, spine arching.
He was hot like fire, a blaze to match his feathers. It exuded from him in waves, and the sweet scent of him left Megatron’s head spinning. Or maybe it was the plea in Rodimus’ voice, the way he clung to Megatron like he thought Megatron might leave him any moment.
Megatron’s core throbbed. He pulled Rodimus hard against him, holding the smol tight against his body, grinding deeper into Rodimus, as if trying to mark him on the inside.
“You’re mine,” Megatron said against Rodimus’ throat before he dragged his mouth upward and claimed Rodimus’ lips, leaving little room for confusion.
Mine, mine, mine.
The word echoed in his head; it clawed out of his throat on a growl. It vibrated against Rodimus’ throat where Megatron’s lips found the marks he’d made.
Frag Springer. Frag Iacon. Frag anyone who thought otherwise. Rodimus was his, no matter what it took. No one was taking Rodimus from him.
No one.
Release took him with that thought, perhaps inappropriate, perhaps not. Megatron uttered something guttural against Rodimus’ throat, clutching the smol close as he spilled deep. Pleasure eclipsed all else, leaving him with sensation – hot and wet, tight and clenching, so very sweet and warm.
Talons scraped at his shoulders. Gasps echoed in his ears, puffed over his crest. He heard keening, felt the clutch and tremble of a body against his. Rodimus writhed in his arms, thighs tight against Megatron, and then his antrum rippled. It clutched at Megatron’s clava, milking him for every drop, as Rodimus came as well.
Megatron kissed Rodimus, gentle this time, soft and savoring. They were both panting, both shaking. Rodimus’ desperate clutch eased, his talons retracting from Megatron’s back. He hummed a moan into the kiss, lolling weakly against Megatron.
He was still half-hard, but the need didn’t pound through his veins. It simmered quietly, content to wait or react, depending on his partner. Rodimus made a sleepy purr in his throat and nuzzled Megatron.
“Yours,” he said, breath puffing over Megatron’s lips.
Megatron swallowed thickly. He must have spoken aloud, not that he remembered doing so in the mad rush to ecstasy.
He stroked his hands up and down Rodimus’ sides. “You may yet change your mind, once you see who I am and not the persona you’ve built for me.”
Rodimus snorted. “I know who you are.” He nipped at Megatron’s ear. “But if it makes you feel better to try a little patience, I will.” He twitched his hips, teasing Megatron’s clava within him. “So long as I still get to enjoy this part, too.”
Sassy minx.
Megatron wrapped his arms around Rodimus and tilted, rolling them into the comfort of the nest, his clava slipping free in the process. He’d have to get up to douse the lightning lanterns, but it was early yet for sleep anyway. From here, he could make out the changing colors of the sky as the sun sank below the horizon.
Rodimus wriggled until he sprawled on top of Megatron, tucking his head under Megatron’s chin, his body anchoring Megatron’s in the nest.
“You can enjoy this part, as you so elegantly put it, whenever we both have the time to spare.” Megatron stroked Rodimus’ back, soaking in the scent and heat of him.
He couldn’t remember a time he felt so content. He’d forgotten the simple intimacies. He’d spent so long pushing everyone away to make it easier on himself. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this.
Rodimus chuckled. “Fair enough.” He shifted until more of his body blanketed Megatron’s, his tail forming a brightly colored fan over them. “Mm. Let’s stay like this for a bit.”
“You’ll hear no argument from me.” Megatron’s gaze shifted to the balcony.
The sky itself was striated shades of pink and dark blue. It was lovely. Of course, not nearly as much as the smol in his arms, but perhaps Megatron was biased. He considered getting up to wipe them down, but not even the sticky mess on his groin and belly could convince him to get up right now. He was far too comfortable.
In the morning, Springer and his guard would leave, taking the tension of their presence with them. Megatron knew he wasn’t the only one who would be relieved, though some of his unmated might be disappointed. Of course, should he and Rodimus truly mate, Megatron would have to journey to Iacon eventually.
It was the proper thing to do.
Though that reminded him.
“Rodimus?”
“Hm?”
“What was that with Starscream?”
Rodimus’ tail twitched. “Huh?”
Megatron stroked down his back, ending at his rump, giving it a little pat. “At dinner?”
“Oh. That.” Rodimus chuckled and looked up at Megatron, his lips curled in a bright grin. “You know he’s been spending a lot of time at the university, right?”
“I’m aware.”
Rodimus’ glee could not have been more evident. His crest feathers wriggled. “Well, apparently, there’s some human he likes there. Made himself a friend and everything.”
For a moment, Megatron wasn’t sure he heard his lover correctly. “...What?”
“They’re just friends, but Starscream’s head over heels.” Rodimus laughed and tucked further into Megatron’s neck. “It’s not going to work out, but it’s cute to see him so flustered over the guy. Especially since he’s usually so distant.”
Well, Megatron supposed Kaon accepted all kinds. Starscream might be the first to harbor feelings for a human, but there was a good chance he wouldn’t be the last.
“I see.” Megatron’s hand lingered on Rodimus’ rump, idly stroking the bright swaths of feathers. “You and Starscream are close now. When did that happen?”
“Oh, is that jealousy I detect?” Rodimus shifted until he could tuck his hands under his chin, propping himself up to better see Megatron’s face.
“Merely curiosity.” Megatron lifted his eyebrows, giving Rodimus a pointed look. “I remember when you were convinced I had my eyes on him.”
Rodimus flushed and looked away, his crest flattening. “Yeah, well, I might have jumped to a few conclusions. What can I say? You were giving me mixed signals.”
“And for that I apologize.” Megatron nuzzled him and Rodimus shivered. “I will do my best to be forthright from now on.”
“I appreciate that.” Rodimus sighed and sank against Megatron. “Mm. I’m hungry. I skipped eating my dinner for this, you know.”
“You could clean up and return to the dining hall.”
Rodimus huffed a laugh. “Or I could not clean up and we can see how quickly Springer turns into a volcano when I flounce in there covered in your marks and your spill.”
Megatron groaned and let his head fall back into the pillows. “You are going to be quite troublesome. I can see it already.”
“Mmm. All the trouble you need.” Rodimus nipped the bottom of Megatron’s chin before he rested his head on Megatron’s chest. “And a whole lot more, too.”
“Indeed.”
Megatron continued to pet Rodimus, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. They’d get up soon enough, to clean, to nibble, perhaps to taste one another again. But for now, it could just be this.
And if he was lucky, he could have this forever.
~
Morning came, and Megatron woke slowly. Luxuriously almost. He had a warm body tucked up against his. Drooling into his throat, truth be told, and a fresh wind came in through the open balcony, carrying with it the scent of sweet bread. His nest was bright – too bright, he’d left the lightning lanterns aglow. If he strained his hearing, he could catch the sounds of his flock starting their daily routines.
Unlike yesterday, Soundwave was not standing over Megatron with bad news. In fact, Soundwave was nowhere to be seen.
He must have decided letting Megatron wake on his own was the wisest course of action. Given how much noise they must have been making last night, Megatron was not surprised.
Rodimus could be quite vocal in expressing his pleasure.
Megatron warmed thinking about it. Once the initial hesitation faded, Rodimus had been noisy indeed. He’d had no issues begging and pleading for more, and he surrendered to pleasure so beautifully. Megatron had not been able to resist him, and they’d rutted long into the night, until exhaustion took them both.
Even now, they were filthy, but Megatron couldn’t bring himself to care. His nest carried the scent of their coupling, and lost feathers littered the bedding. But Rodimus was snuggled up tight against him, quietly snoring, and Megatron couldn’t remember a time he felt so content. He wondered if he ever had.
Rodimus started to stir, squirming where he lay. “Mmm, is it morning already?” he asked, his tone sleepy, without opening his eyes.
Megatron chuckled and nuzzled the top of his head. “I think it’s been morning for several hours.”
“It’s not truly morning until I open my eyes.” Rodimus snickered. He buried his face against Megatron’s chest, his addition emerging muffled, “We can just stay in the nest today, right?”
“Wrong.” Megatron stroked Rodimus’ back, chuckling as Rodimus purred and arched into the petting. “The phalanx is leaving today, and as Liege, I must be present to see them off. It wouldn’t hurt for you to put in an appearance as well.”
Rodimus sighed. His left hand kneaded Megatron’s belly. “Your responsibilities keep getting in the way of my snuggle time.”
“They’re going to be your responsibilities soon enough.”
Rodimus groaned and wriggled around on top of Megatron. “I know, but does it have to be right away? Can’t I just enjoy the moment?”
Megatron laughed and curled his hands under Rodimus, bodily lifting the smol away from him, lest he be tempted to pin Rodimus into the pillows and have his way with him.
Again.
“Not, at least, this morning.” Megatron set Rodimus down on the edge of the nest, more or less free of the temptation of pillows and blankets. “And unfortunately, we don’t have time for a soak, so a quick wipedown it is.”
Rodimus’ bottom lip poked out in a pout. “I was looking forward to you spoiling me.”
Megatron’s hands smoothed down Rodimus’ thighs, teasing around his knees. “There will be time for that. I’m not going anywhere, Rodimus. There’s no need to rush.”
Pink tinted the skin around Rodimus’ nose. “I’m not rushing,” he grumbled and climbed to his feet with a huffy swish of his feathers. “It’s just that you have a habit of changing your mind, and I still don’t know what to expect from you.”
Rodimus turned away from him, heading straight for the washbasin. Megatron had only caught a glimpse of his expression, the anxiety written into it. He couldn’t blame Rodimus for feeling insecure. They’d spent many, many months dancing around one another, with Megatron’s behavior on a constant waffle.
Megatron climbed out of the nest, sparing the messiness of it only a second’s glance. He would tend to that later. Or he would return and miraculously find clean bedding and fluffed pillows. He never knew who Soundwave bribed and or convinced to keep Megatron’s nest spotless, and perhaps it was better he didn’t.
As Rodimus scrubbed at himself with jerky, almost self-punishing motions, Megatron perused his fruit basket and pulled out something he thought Rodimus would like. For himself, he grabbed an apple, and ate it in three large bites. He joined Rodimus, the smol staring hard at his abdomen as he wiped away the last evidence of their coupling.
“I’m sorry,” Megatron said, offering the ripe plum as a gesture of peace. “You’re right. I haven’t been very clear in the past, but that will be different from now on. You have my word.”
Rodimus sighed and dabbed the cloth in the basin. He turned toward Megatron and swiped at his abdomen with quick, efficient strokes.
“You don’t have to apologize,” he said, eyes downcast and completely focused on his work. “This is just me being selfish. Surprise! I actually only think about myself a lot.”
He grinned, but it was half-hearted and crooked.
Megatron tucked a knuckle under Rodimus’ chin, tilting his face upward so Megatron could see his eyes. “Wanting private time with your lover is not selfish. If it were up to me, we truly would stay in this nest all afternoon.” He stroked the underside of Rodimus’ jaw. “I have craved your attention as well.”
Heat flushed Rodimus’ cheeks. “Oh.” His tail brushed the ground with a swish-swish. “Then I guess the sooner we see Springer and the rest off, the sooner we can come back?” His crest canted forward, betraying his eagerness.
Megatron leaned down and brushed his lips over Rodimus’. “That would be my assumption.”
“Oh, you big tease.” Rodimus sucked in a huge breath and stepped out of range. He offered the cloth with one hand, while he snatched the plum free with the other. “Clean up,” he said, waving the cloth pointedly. “We’re needed elsewhere.”
It was hard not to be amused, so Megatron didn’t bother to hide it. He accepted the cloth and set to wiping himself down while Rodimus gobbled up the plum and then went to pillage Megatron’s fruit basket. It was an oddly comfortable and domestic moment, and Megatron’s core pinged when he realized it was one he might enjoy again and again.
“Ready?” Rodimus asked after he’d devoured two handfuls of candied nuts, another plum, and a few slices of bread, all from Megatron’s basket.
Megatron gave himself – and Rodimus – one last glance before deeming them presentable. They couldn’t hide that they’d spent the last night rutting, not with all those marks on Rodimus’ throat, but it would have to do.
“Let’s go.”
Outside his nest, the hustle and bustle of his flock going about their business filled the air. There was no hubbub of noise from the central atrium, however. In fact, when Megatron approached the edge and looked down, there was no crowd surrounding Springer and his guards. Soundwave was present, the younger twins each occupying a shoulder, as he oversaw their preparations. A few other members of the Kaon flock lurked as well .
“I guess it is late,” Rodimus commented as he scrubbed the back of his head.
“They look like they are ready to leave,” Megatron said.
Bags sat at every guard’s feet. They were armored and weaponed up. One of them, Ironfist he thought, had the Iaconian flag in hand. Twin Twist hovered near the exit, bouncing on the heels of his feet, as though the most eager to depart.
Rodimus grinned. “Springer is probably worried that if they stay any longer, Pyro won’t leave.” He pointed to the edge of the cluster of Iaconian guards.
Sure enough, there Pyro was, and he was deep in conversation with Pipes, who had a bright grin and twitchy feathers. He leaned forward, interest clear across his face. They were very close for two harpies who were strangers. Megatron wondered if Pyro and Pipes had slept in separate beds last night.
Somehow, he doubted it.
“Well, he’s most welcome, should he decide to stay. I’ll bet Pipes wouldn’t mind.” Megatron’s gaze caught another familiar face, and swallowed down a sigh.
Judging by the massive hug Sandstorm was giving Drift, the Iaconian swordwielder had not spent the night alone either. Honestly. Did those two have no shame? Couldn’t they keep it in their featherdown for once?
Rodimus stood on the edge, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. He peered over his shoulder, eyebrows lifted. “Steal too many of his flock and my sire might protest.”
“Then maybe he should work harder to keep them.” Megatron snorted, and gestured to the atrium below. “Shall we?”
They stepped off the edge, leaping to the ground floor below. They landed unnoticed at first, with most of the Iaconian guard facing away from them.
Rodimus grabbed his hand, tangling their fingers together. “You and me,” he said as he snuggled against Megatron’s side, however briefly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good for you, boss.”
Megatron half-turned as Frenzy appeared behind him, strutting around until he faced them with a smug little smirk. His hands were tucked behind his back as he bobbed on his heels, looking like a cat with a bowl of cream.
“Actually surprised to see you out of your nest,” Frenzy added with a waggle of his eyebrows and a salacious wink.
Megatron sighed.
“Some of us understand the meaning of responsibility,” Rodimus retorted hotly.
Frenzy rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me fragging the boss is gonna make you boring now, hot shot. Me and Rum were just startin’ to like you.”
Megatron pinched the bridge of his nose. “How are our visitors?” he asked, desperate to change the subject before Frenzy caused a scene. Or worse, Rodimus did.
“Supplied and ready to depart.”
Soundwave stepped up behind his adopted brother, placing a hand on Frenzy’s shoulder. Beneath the weight of it, Frenzy stiffened and had the grace to look guilty. “Waiting on Rodimus Minor first.”
“You can just call me Rodimus. No titles,” Rodimus said.
“Noted.” Soundwave dipped his head to acknowledge the request. His hand subtly tightened on Frenzy’s shoulder. “Frenzy.”
“Yeah, yeah. I got it, bro.” Frenzy twisted out from under Soundwave’s hand and spun on his tarsals.
He sketched a messy salute to Soundwave, despite knowing his brother couldn’t see it, and scampered off. To what task, Megatron did not know. He assumed if it was important enough, Soundwave would let him know later.
Soundwave wore a mask and couldn’t possibly pull off smug, and yet somehow, that was exactly what he did as he half-turned and gestured to the cluster of Iaconians. “Captain Springer waits.”
“Let’s get this over with,” Rodimus said with a sigh. He tugged on Megatron’s hand and strode forward, shoulders back with all the confidence a princeling should bear.
Springer was the first to notice them. Perhaps his Rodimus instincts had warned him, because he turned and spotted them before they could get a word of greeting out.
“Rodimus. His tone was surprisingly warm. His feathers fluttered around his face, his armor chiming as he moved. “Good morning.”
“And to you, captain.” Rodimus’ hand tightened around Megatron’s, as if trying to prove a point. “All ready for your journey?”
“The Kaonites have been very generous with their supplies.” Springer paused, his eyes flicking from Rodimus to Megatron and back again. Megatron, for his part, chose to stay silent. He’d let Rodimus handle this. “My prince, as you sure this is what you want?”
“Sure as the next beat of my core,” Rodimus declared.
Megatron’s core throbbed harder. He squeezed Rodimus’ hand back, a silent way of showing how he felt. The urge to take Rodimus in his arms grew again. Rodimus had yet to cease surprising him.
Springer sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face, the sigh of a guardian defeated by his charge’s sheer honesty. Megatron had been in that position once before, when Orion had pulled him aside and finally confessed everything about Shockwave, about Kaon, and about his desires to leave.
“Then I’ll pass the message along to Ultra Magnus.”
“Thanks, Springer.” Rodimus loosed his fingers from Megatron’s and stepped forward, throwing his arms around his guardian in a big hug. “I knew I could count on you.”
“Always, bit. Always.” Springer tilted his head against Rodimus’, however brief, before he stepped out of the hug. He turned his attention to Megatron, eyes hard and demanding. “You’ll take care of my prince.”
It wasn’t a request.
“To my last breath.”
“Good.” Springer’s hand rested on Rodimus’ shoulder before it slid down, and he gave his princeling a little push toward Megatron. “I’d hate to return with an army.”
No, he wouldn’t. Megatron had a feeling Springer would lead an invasion with glee.
Megatron tipped his head. “Kaon stands ready to welcome Iaconian visitors. Feel free to do so at any time.” He smiled, and if it showed a lot of teeth, well, that was the point.
Try me, Megatron suggested.
Springer replied in kind. “How friendly of you.”
“Captain, we should go,” Top Spin stepped up to Springer’s side.
Top Spin tilted his head in Pyro’s direction, and Springer followed the tilt. He scowled when he caught sight of his soldier, and Megatron suspected Pyro was in for quite the lecture. Not that he was doing anything untoward, but Megatron doubted Springer approved of any of his guards falling for a lowly Kaonite.
“You’re right.” Springer turned back toward Rodimus and placed his hand over his core, tipping his head at an angle. “Good luck, my prince. I hope we see you soon.”
He left, barking out an order that had Pyro startling and slinking back toward the rest of his companions. In his absence, Pipes’ feathers drooped and shoulders slumped.
Top Spin, however, lingered. He grinned warmly at Rodimus, and abruptly tugged the princeling into his arms.
“Congrats, kiddo,” he said, hauling Rodimus up into a hug that lifted him clear off the ground. Rodimus squeaked. “I’m so proud of you and so glad you’re happy.”
“At least someone is,” Rodimus grumbled before he was set back down on his feet. He smoothed his hands over his body, tucking in a few stray feathers.
“Give him time. He’ll come around.” Top Spin ruffled Rodimus’ crest, much to Rodimus’ scowl. “In his eyes, you’re still a bitlet.”
Rodimus rolled his eyes and ducked out from under Top Spin’s hand, frantically trying to card his feathers back into place. “I’m older than him.”
“Yeah, well, he’s an old soul.” Top Spin tweaked Rodimus’ nose with a laugh, and Rodimus huffed and stomped his foot.
Megatron got the feeling this was a usual game for the two of them, as Rodimus’ irritation seemed reflexive rather than genuine.
“Be good, kiddo,” Top Spin added. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Rodimus laughed and tilted his head back, baring his throat. “Too late.” He smugly gestured to the marks, his feathermane flattening to better show them off.
“Top Spin!”
That growl had been Springer, and while it was enough to startle Laserbeak on Soundwave’s shoulder, Top Spin didn’t flinch.
“Oops. Guess it’s time go.” Top Spin winked and whirled away, sauntering toward his captain with a whistle on his lips. “Coming, Captain!”
Rodimus moved back to Megatron’s side as the Iaconian Elite Guard phalanx marched out of Kaon, perfectly in formation, the flutters of their flag the last to be seen. They left without a backward glance, but Megatron was still sure it wasn’t the last they’d see of the Iaconians. Not with Rodimus still here.
“Ravage to ensure they leave,” Soundwave murmured from Megatron’s other side. He reached up to pat Laserbeak, soothing her ruffled feathers from Springer’s earlier shout.
“Good.”
Rodimus frowned. “You don’t trust them?” he asked, but at least he didn’t sound offended about it.
Megatron rested a hand on his lover’s shoulder. “I think if you were my prince, I’d have a hard time letting you go,” he said. “You say that Springer and I are alike, and so I’m following my instincts. I know what I would do.”
“You want to make sure I stay,” Rodimus said with a small smile, a hopeful one, like the cant of his feathers, the way he moved even closer.
“I thought that was obvious.”
“Maybe I like hearing you say it.” Rodimus moved in front of him, pressing closer, his crest flattening down as though he were uncertain. “Do it again.”
An easy task.
Megatron cupped Rodimus’ face gently, as though he were something easily broken. He tilted Rodimus up to look at him, taking in the contours of Rodimus’ face, the blue of his eyes, the soft blush spreading over Rodimus’ cheeks.
“I want you to stay,” Megatron murmured, because it was truth, and he did not care if Soundwave heard him, or if his flock saw him admitting it here and now. “I want to court you, to keep you, to mate you, if you’ll have me.”
Rodimus’ breathing hitched. His tongue flicked across his lips. “Kiss me,” he urged, his hands grasping at Megatron’s side, talons digging in.
“For my consort, anything.”
Megatron bent down, sealing his mouth over Rodimus’, tasting the mingled sweetness of their breakfast, and the heat of Rodimus on his lips.
Springer had gone, and Rodimus was still here.
It was the easiest promise Megatron had ever made.
***
Universe: Flights of Fancy
Characters: Megatron/Rodimus, Soundwave, Shockwave/Orion Pax, Drift/Perceptor, Starscream, Ensemble
Rating: M
Enticements: Harpyformers AU, Sexual Content, Romance, Unrequited Love, Angst, Fluff, Slow burn
Summary: If asked, Liege Megatron of the Kaon Aerie would say his life was perfect. With a content, growing flock to manage, he had nothing to worry about. Loneliness was part of a Liege’s life, he’d decided. Until the bright-spirited Hot Rod comes along, determined to be the exception to the rule.
Megatron spotted Rodimus’ red-orange tail disappearing around the corner of the upper atrium, the mostly empty walkways up here home to residential nests, some unclaimed, some occupied.
If it bothered anyone to see their leader racing through the corridors in hot pursuit of his intended, no one spoke up. A few comments trailed in Megatron’s wake – both lewd and encouraging alike – but no one complained. Or perhaps they were saving it for later.
Megatron would worry about such things in the morning. Right now, there was a pretty smol teasing him, always darting ahead, just out of reach, his feathers swishing through the leaves.
Rodimus was more agile than Megatron knew. He grabbed extended branches and growths, clinging to them, leaping from them, always a step ahead. He laughed, bright and carefree, and Megatron’s core throbbed even harder.
He could no more stop himself from chasing Rodimus, than he could stop the heat pulsing through his veins, or the thick throb of need in his groin. Everytime Rodimus jumped, his feathermane flattened, and Megatron’s marks stood out in sharp relief. His twitching tail was a temptation Megatron couldn’t ignore.
He chased, and he stalked, and he waited for his moment.
It came when Rodimus tossed him a cheeky wink and leapt from one branch to another, a larger gap than he’d dared so far.
Megatron pounced, snatching Rodimus out of thin air, a startled squeak spilling out of Rodimus’ mouth as they hit the ground, Megatron rolling to cushion the impact.
“Got you,” he growled as they slid to a stop, ruched up against the wall of the corridor. He pinned Rodimus beneath him, the lithe body rolling up to meet his.
Rodimus looked up at him, breathless, eyes wide and bright. “I guess you did,” he breathed and squirmed. “Now what?”
Megatron groaned, laying more of his weight against the smol, keeping Rodimus trapped. His arms tightened around Rodimus as his clava throbbed, almost daring to peep from its sheath.
“You are threatening my composure,” Megatron admitted.
Rodimus laughed and surged upward, licking the tip of Megatron’s nose. “Good,” he purred and wriggled, his groin rolling up against Megatron’s belly. “But I ask again, my liege. What now?”
Wasn’t it obvious?
Megatron rolled to his feet in one smooth motion and slung Rodimus over his shoulder, pinning him there with a firm hand on Rodimus’ rump. Rodimus squawked his surprise, tail sweeping through the air and nearly smacking Megatron in the face.
“Now we go somewhere I can deal with you without my flock watching,” Megatron said, his face flushed with heat.
They had an audience. Oh, it was maybe only a half-dozen of his flock members, and they all looked approving, but that wasn’t the point. Megatron was Liege. He had to have some semblance of decorum.
“Back to your nest, I hope,” Rodimus said in a gleeful tone, wriggling his rump pointedly.
Megatron gave it a light smack, and Rodimus giggled. Megatron sighed. There would be no punishing this one apparently.
Megatron leapt down a level as Rodimus clutched his back and made a sound of delight. Shows of strength were, apparently, a point of arousal for him, if Megatron had to guess by the clava poking at his shoulder.
His grip on Rodimus’ rump tightened.
He might have run to his nest, the throb in his groin threatening to bare his own clava to all and sundry. Megatron wasn’t a prude, but the idea of walking around his aerie with his clava on display was not ideal.
He almost tore the curtain down from his doorway and fumbled to loosen the knot so it would muffle noises and announce he was too busy to speak with anyone. Rodimus made rocking motions with his hips, grinding his arousal on Megatron’s shoulder.
“Put me down,” he begged. “Please, Megatron. Put me down. You got me. I’m here. And believe me, I’m not going anywhere.”
Megatron stalked toward his nestbed with single-minded focus. Oh, he would put Rodimus down, but right where he wanted him. Right where Rodimus couldn’t squirm away, where Megatron could enjoy every inch of the smol he could lay his lips on. He wanted Rodimus beneath him again, to hear him moan and beg and watch him writhe.
Megatron’s knees wobbled. He almost fell into his nest, but caught himself at the last minute. He waded into the sea of blankets and pillows, kicking aside some those stained from last night. A problem to worry about later.
Megatron slung Rodimus down into the pillows. The smol landed on his back, arms and legs splayed, his feathers fanning out around him. His face was flushed pink, his lips parted invitingly, his eyes wide and bright with arousal.
By Adaptus, he was hard. His clava jutted from his sheath, already dribbling at the tip. Megatron’s mouth watered.
Rodimus was wet, too. His featherdown was dark with slick, and arousal had the folds of his antrum swollen and visible. Megatron’s clava throbbed, seeping at the sight of it, and he wanted nothing more than to sink back into that welcoming heat. He wouldn’t make the same mistake as yesterday however.
No longer untouched Rodimus might be, but he still wasn’t in a shape for Megatron to fall over him like a crazed beast. No matter how loud Megatron’s instincts roared.
Rodimus’ flush deepened. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. “You’re just staring at me.”
“Because you’re gorgeous.” Megatron dropped to his knees between Rodimus’ thighs, crawling over the smol until Rodimus was caged beneath him. “Utterly delectable. A delicious treat. I was deciding how I should consume you.”
His hands slid up Rodimus’ arms, slow and gentle, before his fingers curled around Rodimus’ wrists. Not so tight as to hurt, but enough that a testing tug proved fruitless. Rodimus was well and truly caught.
A whimper rose in his throat. He licked his lips, body rolling up against Megatron’s, the head of his clava rutting over Megatron’s belly.
“The things you say,” Rodimus tipped his head back, revealing the long line of his throat, the raw and fresh evidence of Megatron’s marks.
Complete and utter submission.
Arousal roared through Megatron like wildfire. He growled, the echoes of it vibrating through his chest, and he stole Rodimus’ lips for his own. The kiss was less gentle than he intended, but need yawed through him, and more of his weight rested on Rodimus. He moaned into the kiss as the head of his clava rutted over Rodimus’ feathers, the silky-softness of them stirring his arousal more.
Rodimus whined, his thighs bracketing Megatron’s hips, knees pressing in, urging him onward. He wriggled beneath Megatron, grinding against his belly.
“More,” Rodimus gasped as Megatron broke free of his lips, leaving stinging nips over Rodimus’ jaw.
“Wait.” Megatron nudged under Rodimus’ chin, burying his face against Rodimus’ throat, where the sweetest of scents lingered. Where he could feel the pulse of Rodimus’ core against his lips.
Megatron groaned and rolled his hips, grinding his clava against Rodimus, slick staining Rodimus’ feathers. He shifted, just so, and then their clavas collided, hard heat against hard heat.
Rodimus sucked air through his teeth. He gasped, head tilting far back, his throat surrendered to Megatron’s lips.
Need thundered in Megatron’s ears. His grip on Rodimus’ wrists tightened by degrees, bearing Rodimus down into the nest. He ground down, hips rocking and rolling, thrusting against Rodimus in mimicry of claiming him.
Rodimus keened. “Take me!” he pleaded, and the sweet smell of his slick grew even stronger. Megatron could feel it, damp on his feathers, but no.
He would wait. He would taste Rodimus’ pleasure before he took what had been offered. He had self-control. This time, he’d prove it.
He still growled against Rodimus’ throat, let him feel the vibrations of it through his skin. He found an unmarked patch and sank his teeth against it, tasting Rodimus with flicks of his tongue. He exhibited some restraint, however, and continued to avoid the traditional mating spot, and refrained from biting deep enough to scar.
Rodimus gasped, his back arching. His hips juttered against Megatron’s, a rapid and uneven thrust of his clava. Their lengths slid together, jostling for space, slick mingling.
Megatron licked and nibbled, found yet another bare patch that could use his mark. He tasted Rodimus, as he felt every gasp, every moan. His world was nothing but Rodimus’ sweetness, the tickle of Rodimus’ panting exhalations against his crest, the urgent noises vibrating in Rodimus’ throat, against his lips.
The deepest of bites was over the very center of Rodimus’ throat, the hardest place for him to hide. It was a shade too far to the left to be a mating mark. It called to Megatron’s mouth, made him hot and hungry.
He licked his way to it, and then lapped over the marks with a long, wet swipe of his tongue. Rodimus warbled beneath him, spine arching into a parabolic curve, head thrown back. Warmth splattered between their bodies as Rodimus shook and babbled something in a language Megatron didn’t recognize.
Hot slick rubbed over Megatron’s clava. He swore it tingled, and it made Rodimus’ feathers even more sleek. Megatron thrust against him, need boiling in his veins. He stole Rodimus’ lips again, Rodimus panting against his mouth, his thighs quivering around Megatron’s hips.
It took only a handful more thrusts for Megatron to follow Rodimus over the edge. He pressed his forehead to Rodimus’ and groaned as he came, spurt after spurt striping Rodimus’ feathers and mingling with Rodimus’ own spill. Megatron shifted his weight so he wasn’t crushing Rodimus and sucked in several gulps of air.
His entire body trembled, and he was still hard as a rock. One release wasn’t nearly enough to clear his arousal, and given the way Rodimus wriggled beneath him, Rodimus was in the same situation.
“That better not be it,” Rodimus panted as he tugged his wrists free of Megatron’s loosened grip. He slid his hands up Megatron’s chest and over his shoulders. “I still want you inside me.”
“I’ll get there.” Megatron licked over the bites on Rodimus’ neck, wincing to himself. Many were deeper than he intended. Two of them were bleeding. By Adaptus, what was wrong with him.
Rodimus sighed and stroked his tarsals over the back of Megatron’s legs. “Get there faster,” he grumbled.
Megatron chuckled. He pushed off Rodimus and sat back on his heels, admiring the splay of the smol beneath him. Spill indeed decorated Rodimus’ abdomen in glistening streaks. He remained half-hard, his clava damp with moisture, but the slick gathered in his antrum told of his hunger.
Megatron dragged his knuckles down Rodimus’ groin and palmed the pretty smol’s antrum, slick immediately sticking to him. “You’re so wet,” he said, his voice coming out more like a growl.
His clava throbbed as though he hadn’t just found release. The urge to take Rodimus rose up inside of him again, like a tingle in his spine.
Rodimus rolled his hips, riding Megatron’s palm. “And you’re being a tease.” He pouted, lips puffy from Megatron’s kisses. His antrum swelled, clit-nub peeking from the crown of his folds.
Megatron dampened his thumb with Rodimus’ slick and pressed it to that swollen button, circling it lightly. Rodimus inhaled, his hips rolling against Megatron’s hand, his antrum radiating heat.
“You’re not sore?” Megatron asked, in all seriousness. His own pleasure would wait. He wouldn’t hurt Rodimus again, not if he could help it.
Rodimus clawed at the nest covers, grinding harder against Megatron’s hand. “No, I’m not. I swear.” He licked his lips, eyes slitted as they met Megatron’s. “Isn’t it too soon in our relationship for you to make me beg?”
Megatron’s eyebrows lifted. His cupped his hands under Rodimus’ rump. “Who gave you such kinky ideas?”
“That’s my secret to tell,” Rodimus sang with a salacious little grin. His hands landed over Megatron’s, talons digging into the back of Megatron’s hands. “Maybe you can interrogate me with your clava.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Megatron laughed. He sat back on his heels and tugged Rodimus into his lap, the smol flopping against him and bearing him backward. His spine hit the rounded edge of his nest, propping him mostly upright. Rodimus plastered against his front, cradled in the crook of Megatron’s hips.
“Mmm, this is much better.” Rodimus wriggled, planting his antrum right against the rigid heat of Megatron’s clava. “Guess that means sometimes I’m going to have to take what I want.”
“Fortunately, I don’t see a problem with that.” Megatron shifted his legs out from under him, drawing up his knees to support Rodimus from behind, the brightly colored tail flicking aside at the last minute.
He cupped Rodimus’ face, drawing the smol toward him for a kiss. He brushed their lips together, lightly at first, before tracing Rodimus’ lips with the tip of his tongue. Rodimus shivered and rocked down, his slick painting hot and wet over Megatron’s clava.
“If this is romance, I want more of it,” Rodimus murmured. His eyes fluttered shut as he tilted his face up toward Megatron.
“You can have whatever you want, if you’ll stay with me,” Megatron replied.
He pressed little kisses over Rodimus’ face, on his forehead, his temples, the jut of his cheekbones. He decorated the tip of Rodimus’ nose and exhaled hotly into his ears. He licked a long, hot stripe up the midline of Rodimus’ throat before ending at his lips, kissing him deeply.
Rodimus tasted sweet, and he moaned into the kiss, his hands clutching at Megatron’s sides. He slipped down a bit further in Megatron’s lap, his antrum cradling Megatron’s clava with heated invitation.
One Megatron intended to accept.
Megatron cradled Rodimus’ hips and lifted him. He angled himself and eased into Rodimus in one slow, savoring thrust. Megatron moaned, trembling, as he was embraced by rippling heat. Rodimus gasped and arched on top of him, rolling his hips to make Megatron move faster.
Rodimus slung his arms around Megatron’s neck, his knees digging into the nest covers. “More,” he moaned as he lifted and lowered himself, working Megatron deeper, his slick pooling between their bodies.
The scent of him was dizzying. Megatron’s mouth found the crook of neck and shoulder, and then wandered on. He nibbled Rodimus’ collarbone, buried in the tickly, soft feathers of his mane. He inhaled, greedily taking in the berry-sweet scent of Rodimus. His clava throbbed, grinding deeper, Rodimus rippling around him.
He let Rodimus set the pace, and then wondered if he should have, because Rodimus started working his hips, slamming himself faster and faster on Megatron’s clava. He made all these sounds in his throat, little whimpers and gasps, his talons kneading the back of Megatron’s shoulders.
It took all Megatron had not to throw him down into the nest and rut upon him like he were caught in the grips of a mating heat. His clava throbbed, an off beat to the rhythm of Rodimus’ movements.
He was gorgeous like this, caught up in pleasure, going after it with determination, his lower lip caught between his teeth. His eyes were scrunched shut, his face flushed a deeper pink. His crest feathers flared, and the sounds he made rung in Megatron’s ears like little seductive croons.
“By Adaptus, you’re beautiful,” Megatron breathed, because it was truth, and one Rodimus deserved to hear.
He tugged on Rodimus’ ear with his teeth, nuzzling the smol and holding him closer. He cradled Rodimus’ hips, helping him lift and sink onto Megatron’s clava, faster and faster, grinding delightfully deep.
“Take me,” Rodimus babbled as his talons dug in, little pricks in Megatron’s skin, enough to leave marks behind. “Keep me. Oh, please, please.” His head tipped back, spine arching.
He was hot like fire, a blaze to match his feathers. It exuded from him in waves, and the sweet scent of him left Megatron’s head spinning. Or maybe it was the plea in Rodimus’ voice, the way he clung to Megatron like he thought Megatron might leave him any moment.
Megatron’s core throbbed. He pulled Rodimus hard against him, holding the smol tight against his body, grinding deeper into Rodimus, as if trying to mark him on the inside.
“You’re mine,” Megatron said against Rodimus’ throat before he dragged his mouth upward and claimed Rodimus’ lips, leaving little room for confusion.
Mine, mine, mine.
The word echoed in his head; it clawed out of his throat on a growl. It vibrated against Rodimus’ throat where Megatron’s lips found the marks he’d made.
Frag Springer. Frag Iacon. Frag anyone who thought otherwise. Rodimus was his, no matter what it took. No one was taking Rodimus from him.
No one.
Release took him with that thought, perhaps inappropriate, perhaps not. Megatron uttered something guttural against Rodimus’ throat, clutching the smol close as he spilled deep. Pleasure eclipsed all else, leaving him with sensation – hot and wet, tight and clenching, so very sweet and warm.
Talons scraped at his shoulders. Gasps echoed in his ears, puffed over his crest. He heard keening, felt the clutch and tremble of a body against his. Rodimus writhed in his arms, thighs tight against Megatron, and then his antrum rippled. It clutched at Megatron’s clava, milking him for every drop, as Rodimus came as well.
Megatron kissed Rodimus, gentle this time, soft and savoring. They were both panting, both shaking. Rodimus’ desperate clutch eased, his talons retracting from Megatron’s back. He hummed a moan into the kiss, lolling weakly against Megatron.
He was still half-hard, but the need didn’t pound through his veins. It simmered quietly, content to wait or react, depending on his partner. Rodimus made a sleepy purr in his throat and nuzzled Megatron.
“Yours,” he said, breath puffing over Megatron’s lips.
Megatron swallowed thickly. He must have spoken aloud, not that he remembered doing so in the mad rush to ecstasy.
He stroked his hands up and down Rodimus’ sides. “You may yet change your mind, once you see who I am and not the persona you’ve built for me.”
Rodimus snorted. “I know who you are.” He nipped at Megatron’s ear. “But if it makes you feel better to try a little patience, I will.” He twitched his hips, teasing Megatron’s clava within him. “So long as I still get to enjoy this part, too.”
Sassy minx.
Megatron wrapped his arms around Rodimus and tilted, rolling them into the comfort of the nest, his clava slipping free in the process. He’d have to get up to douse the lightning lanterns, but it was early yet for sleep anyway. From here, he could make out the changing colors of the sky as the sun sank below the horizon.
Rodimus wriggled until he sprawled on top of Megatron, tucking his head under Megatron’s chin, his body anchoring Megatron’s in the nest.
“You can enjoy this part, as you so elegantly put it, whenever we both have the time to spare.” Megatron stroked Rodimus’ back, soaking in the scent and heat of him.
He couldn’t remember a time he felt so content. He’d forgotten the simple intimacies. He’d spent so long pushing everyone away to make it easier on himself. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this.
Rodimus chuckled. “Fair enough.” He shifted until more of his body blanketed Megatron’s, his tail forming a brightly colored fan over them. “Mm. Let’s stay like this for a bit.”
“You’ll hear no argument from me.” Megatron’s gaze shifted to the balcony.
The sky itself was striated shades of pink and dark blue. It was lovely. Of course, not nearly as much as the smol in his arms, but perhaps Megatron was biased. He considered getting up to wipe them down, but not even the sticky mess on his groin and belly could convince him to get up right now. He was far too comfortable.
In the morning, Springer and his guard would leave, taking the tension of their presence with them. Megatron knew he wasn’t the only one who would be relieved, though some of his unmated might be disappointed. Of course, should he and Rodimus truly mate, Megatron would have to journey to Iacon eventually.
It was the proper thing to do.
Though that reminded him.
“Rodimus?”
“Hm?”
“What was that with Starscream?”
Rodimus’ tail twitched. “Huh?”
Megatron stroked down his back, ending at his rump, giving it a little pat. “At dinner?”
“Oh. That.” Rodimus chuckled and looked up at Megatron, his lips curled in a bright grin. “You know he’s been spending a lot of time at the university, right?”
“I’m aware.”
Rodimus’ glee could not have been more evident. His crest feathers wriggled. “Well, apparently, there’s some human he likes there. Made himself a friend and everything.”
For a moment, Megatron wasn’t sure he heard his lover correctly. “...What?”
“They’re just friends, but Starscream’s head over heels.” Rodimus laughed and tucked further into Megatron’s neck. “It’s not going to work out, but it’s cute to see him so flustered over the guy. Especially since he’s usually so distant.”
Well, Megatron supposed Kaon accepted all kinds. Starscream might be the first to harbor feelings for a human, but there was a good chance he wouldn’t be the last.
“I see.” Megatron’s hand lingered on Rodimus’ rump, idly stroking the bright swaths of feathers. “You and Starscream are close now. When did that happen?”
“Oh, is that jealousy I detect?” Rodimus shifted until he could tuck his hands under his chin, propping himself up to better see Megatron’s face.
“Merely curiosity.” Megatron lifted his eyebrows, giving Rodimus a pointed look. “I remember when you were convinced I had my eyes on him.”
Rodimus flushed and looked away, his crest flattening. “Yeah, well, I might have jumped to a few conclusions. What can I say? You were giving me mixed signals.”
“And for that I apologize.” Megatron nuzzled him and Rodimus shivered. “I will do my best to be forthright from now on.”
“I appreciate that.” Rodimus sighed and sank against Megatron. “Mm. I’m hungry. I skipped eating my dinner for this, you know.”
“You could clean up and return to the dining hall.”
Rodimus huffed a laugh. “Or I could not clean up and we can see how quickly Springer turns into a volcano when I flounce in there covered in your marks and your spill.”
Megatron groaned and let his head fall back into the pillows. “You are going to be quite troublesome. I can see it already.”
“Mmm. All the trouble you need.” Rodimus nipped the bottom of Megatron’s chin before he rested his head on Megatron’s chest. “And a whole lot more, too.”
“Indeed.”
Megatron continued to pet Rodimus, enjoying the quiet intimacy of the moment. They’d get up soon enough, to clean, to nibble, perhaps to taste one another again. But for now, it could just be this.
And if he was lucky, he could have this forever.
~
Morning came, and Megatron woke slowly. Luxuriously almost. He had a warm body tucked up against his. Drooling into his throat, truth be told, and a fresh wind came in through the open balcony, carrying with it the scent of sweet bread. His nest was bright – too bright, he’d left the lightning lanterns aglow. If he strained his hearing, he could catch the sounds of his flock starting their daily routines.
Unlike yesterday, Soundwave was not standing over Megatron with bad news. In fact, Soundwave was nowhere to be seen.
He must have decided letting Megatron wake on his own was the wisest course of action. Given how much noise they must have been making last night, Megatron was not surprised.
Rodimus could be quite vocal in expressing his pleasure.
Megatron warmed thinking about it. Once the initial hesitation faded, Rodimus had been noisy indeed. He’d had no issues begging and pleading for more, and he surrendered to pleasure so beautifully. Megatron had not been able to resist him, and they’d rutted long into the night, until exhaustion took them both.
Even now, they were filthy, but Megatron couldn’t bring himself to care. His nest carried the scent of their coupling, and lost feathers littered the bedding. But Rodimus was snuggled up tight against him, quietly snoring, and Megatron couldn’t remember a time he felt so content. He wondered if he ever had.
Rodimus started to stir, squirming where he lay. “Mmm, is it morning already?” he asked, his tone sleepy, without opening his eyes.
Megatron chuckled and nuzzled the top of his head. “I think it’s been morning for several hours.”
“It’s not truly morning until I open my eyes.” Rodimus snickered. He buried his face against Megatron’s chest, his addition emerging muffled, “We can just stay in the nest today, right?”
“Wrong.” Megatron stroked Rodimus’ back, chuckling as Rodimus purred and arched into the petting. “The phalanx is leaving today, and as Liege, I must be present to see them off. It wouldn’t hurt for you to put in an appearance as well.”
Rodimus sighed. His left hand kneaded Megatron’s belly. “Your responsibilities keep getting in the way of my snuggle time.”
“They’re going to be your responsibilities soon enough.”
Rodimus groaned and wriggled around on top of Megatron. “I know, but does it have to be right away? Can’t I just enjoy the moment?”
Megatron laughed and curled his hands under Rodimus, bodily lifting the smol away from him, lest he be tempted to pin Rodimus into the pillows and have his way with him.
Again.
“Not, at least, this morning.” Megatron set Rodimus down on the edge of the nest, more or less free of the temptation of pillows and blankets. “And unfortunately, we don’t have time for a soak, so a quick wipedown it is.”
Rodimus’ bottom lip poked out in a pout. “I was looking forward to you spoiling me.”
Megatron’s hands smoothed down Rodimus’ thighs, teasing around his knees. “There will be time for that. I’m not going anywhere, Rodimus. There’s no need to rush.”
Pink tinted the skin around Rodimus’ nose. “I’m not rushing,” he grumbled and climbed to his feet with a huffy swish of his feathers. “It’s just that you have a habit of changing your mind, and I still don’t know what to expect from you.”
Rodimus turned away from him, heading straight for the washbasin. Megatron had only caught a glimpse of his expression, the anxiety written into it. He couldn’t blame Rodimus for feeling insecure. They’d spent many, many months dancing around one another, with Megatron’s behavior on a constant waffle.
Megatron climbed out of the nest, sparing the messiness of it only a second’s glance. He would tend to that later. Or he would return and miraculously find clean bedding and fluffed pillows. He never knew who Soundwave bribed and or convinced to keep Megatron’s nest spotless, and perhaps it was better he didn’t.
As Rodimus scrubbed at himself with jerky, almost self-punishing motions, Megatron perused his fruit basket and pulled out something he thought Rodimus would like. For himself, he grabbed an apple, and ate it in three large bites. He joined Rodimus, the smol staring hard at his abdomen as he wiped away the last evidence of their coupling.
“I’m sorry,” Megatron said, offering the ripe plum as a gesture of peace. “You’re right. I haven’t been very clear in the past, but that will be different from now on. You have my word.”
Rodimus sighed and dabbed the cloth in the basin. He turned toward Megatron and swiped at his abdomen with quick, efficient strokes.
“You don’t have to apologize,” he said, eyes downcast and completely focused on his work. “This is just me being selfish. Surprise! I actually only think about myself a lot.”
He grinned, but it was half-hearted and crooked.
Megatron tucked a knuckle under Rodimus’ chin, tilting his face upward so Megatron could see his eyes. “Wanting private time with your lover is not selfish. If it were up to me, we truly would stay in this nest all afternoon.” He stroked the underside of Rodimus’ jaw. “I have craved your attention as well.”
Heat flushed Rodimus’ cheeks. “Oh.” His tail brushed the ground with a swish-swish. “Then I guess the sooner we see Springer and the rest off, the sooner we can come back?” His crest canted forward, betraying his eagerness.
Megatron leaned down and brushed his lips over Rodimus’. “That would be my assumption.”
“Oh, you big tease.” Rodimus sucked in a huge breath and stepped out of range. He offered the cloth with one hand, while he snatched the plum free with the other. “Clean up,” he said, waving the cloth pointedly. “We’re needed elsewhere.”
It was hard not to be amused, so Megatron didn’t bother to hide it. He accepted the cloth and set to wiping himself down while Rodimus gobbled up the plum and then went to pillage Megatron’s fruit basket. It was an oddly comfortable and domestic moment, and Megatron’s core pinged when he realized it was one he might enjoy again and again.
“Ready?” Rodimus asked after he’d devoured two handfuls of candied nuts, another plum, and a few slices of bread, all from Megatron’s basket.
Megatron gave himself – and Rodimus – one last glance before deeming them presentable. They couldn’t hide that they’d spent the last night rutting, not with all those marks on Rodimus’ throat, but it would have to do.
“Let’s go.”
Outside his nest, the hustle and bustle of his flock going about their business filled the air. There was no hubbub of noise from the central atrium, however. In fact, when Megatron approached the edge and looked down, there was no crowd surrounding Springer and his guards. Soundwave was present, the younger twins each occupying a shoulder, as he oversaw their preparations. A few other members of the Kaon flock lurked as well .
“I guess it is late,” Rodimus commented as he scrubbed the back of his head.
“They look like they are ready to leave,” Megatron said.
Bags sat at every guard’s feet. They were armored and weaponed up. One of them, Ironfist he thought, had the Iaconian flag in hand. Twin Twist hovered near the exit, bouncing on the heels of his feet, as though the most eager to depart.
Rodimus grinned. “Springer is probably worried that if they stay any longer, Pyro won’t leave.” He pointed to the edge of the cluster of Iaconian guards.
Sure enough, there Pyro was, and he was deep in conversation with Pipes, who had a bright grin and twitchy feathers. He leaned forward, interest clear across his face. They were very close for two harpies who were strangers. Megatron wondered if Pyro and Pipes had slept in separate beds last night.
Somehow, he doubted it.
“Well, he’s most welcome, should he decide to stay. I’ll bet Pipes wouldn’t mind.” Megatron’s gaze caught another familiar face, and swallowed down a sigh.
Judging by the massive hug Sandstorm was giving Drift, the Iaconian swordwielder had not spent the night alone either. Honestly. Did those two have no shame? Couldn’t they keep it in their featherdown for once?
Rodimus stood on the edge, his tail swishing back and forth behind him. He peered over his shoulder, eyebrows lifted. “Steal too many of his flock and my sire might protest.”
“Then maybe he should work harder to keep them.” Megatron snorted, and gestured to the atrium below. “Shall we?”
They stepped off the edge, leaping to the ground floor below. They landed unnoticed at first, with most of the Iaconian guard facing away from them.
Rodimus grabbed his hand, tangling their fingers together. “You and me,” he said as he snuggled against Megatron’s side, however briefly. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good for you, boss.”
Megatron half-turned as Frenzy appeared behind him, strutting around until he faced them with a smug little smirk. His hands were tucked behind his back as he bobbed on his heels, looking like a cat with a bowl of cream.
“Actually surprised to see you out of your nest,” Frenzy added with a waggle of his eyebrows and a salacious wink.
Megatron sighed.
“Some of us understand the meaning of responsibility,” Rodimus retorted hotly.
Frenzy rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me fragging the boss is gonna make you boring now, hot shot. Me and Rum were just startin’ to like you.”
Megatron pinched the bridge of his nose. “How are our visitors?” he asked, desperate to change the subject before Frenzy caused a scene. Or worse, Rodimus did.
“Supplied and ready to depart.”
Soundwave stepped up behind his adopted brother, placing a hand on Frenzy’s shoulder. Beneath the weight of it, Frenzy stiffened and had the grace to look guilty. “Waiting on Rodimus Minor first.”
“You can just call me Rodimus. No titles,” Rodimus said.
“Noted.” Soundwave dipped his head to acknowledge the request. His hand subtly tightened on Frenzy’s shoulder. “Frenzy.”
“Yeah, yeah. I got it, bro.” Frenzy twisted out from under Soundwave’s hand and spun on his tarsals.
He sketched a messy salute to Soundwave, despite knowing his brother couldn’t see it, and scampered off. To what task, Megatron did not know. He assumed if it was important enough, Soundwave would let him know later.
Soundwave wore a mask and couldn’t possibly pull off smug, and yet somehow, that was exactly what he did as he half-turned and gestured to the cluster of Iaconians. “Captain Springer waits.”
“Let’s get this over with,” Rodimus said with a sigh. He tugged on Megatron’s hand and strode forward, shoulders back with all the confidence a princeling should bear.
Springer was the first to notice them. Perhaps his Rodimus instincts had warned him, because he turned and spotted them before they could get a word of greeting out.
“Rodimus. His tone was surprisingly warm. His feathers fluttered around his face, his armor chiming as he moved. “Good morning.”
“And to you, captain.” Rodimus’ hand tightened around Megatron’s, as if trying to prove a point. “All ready for your journey?”
“The Kaonites have been very generous with their supplies.” Springer paused, his eyes flicking from Rodimus to Megatron and back again. Megatron, for his part, chose to stay silent. He’d let Rodimus handle this. “My prince, as you sure this is what you want?”
“Sure as the next beat of my core,” Rodimus declared.
Megatron’s core throbbed harder. He squeezed Rodimus’ hand back, a silent way of showing how he felt. The urge to take Rodimus in his arms grew again. Rodimus had yet to cease surprising him.
Springer sighed and scrubbed a hand down his face, the sigh of a guardian defeated by his charge’s sheer honesty. Megatron had been in that position once before, when Orion had pulled him aside and finally confessed everything about Shockwave, about Kaon, and about his desires to leave.
“Then I’ll pass the message along to Ultra Magnus.”
“Thanks, Springer.” Rodimus loosed his fingers from Megatron’s and stepped forward, throwing his arms around his guardian in a big hug. “I knew I could count on you.”
“Always, bit. Always.” Springer tilted his head against Rodimus’, however brief, before he stepped out of the hug. He turned his attention to Megatron, eyes hard and demanding. “You’ll take care of my prince.”
It wasn’t a request.
“To my last breath.”
“Good.” Springer’s hand rested on Rodimus’ shoulder before it slid down, and he gave his princeling a little push toward Megatron. “I’d hate to return with an army.”
No, he wouldn’t. Megatron had a feeling Springer would lead an invasion with glee.
Megatron tipped his head. “Kaon stands ready to welcome Iaconian visitors. Feel free to do so at any time.” He smiled, and if it showed a lot of teeth, well, that was the point.
Try me, Megatron suggested.
Springer replied in kind. “How friendly of you.”
“Captain, we should go,” Top Spin stepped up to Springer’s side.
Top Spin tilted his head in Pyro’s direction, and Springer followed the tilt. He scowled when he caught sight of his soldier, and Megatron suspected Pyro was in for quite the lecture. Not that he was doing anything untoward, but Megatron doubted Springer approved of any of his guards falling for a lowly Kaonite.
“You’re right.” Springer turned back toward Rodimus and placed his hand over his core, tipping his head at an angle. “Good luck, my prince. I hope we see you soon.”
He left, barking out an order that had Pyro startling and slinking back toward the rest of his companions. In his absence, Pipes’ feathers drooped and shoulders slumped.
Top Spin, however, lingered. He grinned warmly at Rodimus, and abruptly tugged the princeling into his arms.
“Congrats, kiddo,” he said, hauling Rodimus up into a hug that lifted him clear off the ground. Rodimus squeaked. “I’m so proud of you and so glad you’re happy.”
“At least someone is,” Rodimus grumbled before he was set back down on his feet. He smoothed his hands over his body, tucking in a few stray feathers.
“Give him time. He’ll come around.” Top Spin ruffled Rodimus’ crest, much to Rodimus’ scowl. “In his eyes, you’re still a bitlet.”
Rodimus rolled his eyes and ducked out from under Top Spin’s hand, frantically trying to card his feathers back into place. “I’m older than him.”
“Yeah, well, he’s an old soul.” Top Spin tweaked Rodimus’ nose with a laugh, and Rodimus huffed and stomped his foot.
Megatron got the feeling this was a usual game for the two of them, as Rodimus’ irritation seemed reflexive rather than genuine.
“Be good, kiddo,” Top Spin added. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Rodimus laughed and tilted his head back, baring his throat. “Too late.” He smugly gestured to the marks, his feathermane flattening to better show them off.
“Top Spin!”
That growl had been Springer, and while it was enough to startle Laserbeak on Soundwave’s shoulder, Top Spin didn’t flinch.
“Oops. Guess it’s time go.” Top Spin winked and whirled away, sauntering toward his captain with a whistle on his lips. “Coming, Captain!”
Rodimus moved back to Megatron’s side as the Iaconian Elite Guard phalanx marched out of Kaon, perfectly in formation, the flutters of their flag the last to be seen. They left without a backward glance, but Megatron was still sure it wasn’t the last they’d see of the Iaconians. Not with Rodimus still here.
“Ravage to ensure they leave,” Soundwave murmured from Megatron’s other side. He reached up to pat Laserbeak, soothing her ruffled feathers from Springer’s earlier shout.
“Good.”
Rodimus frowned. “You don’t trust them?” he asked, but at least he didn’t sound offended about it.
Megatron rested a hand on his lover’s shoulder. “I think if you were my prince, I’d have a hard time letting you go,” he said. “You say that Springer and I are alike, and so I’m following my instincts. I know what I would do.”
“You want to make sure I stay,” Rodimus said with a small smile, a hopeful one, like the cant of his feathers, the way he moved even closer.
“I thought that was obvious.”
“Maybe I like hearing you say it.” Rodimus moved in front of him, pressing closer, his crest flattening down as though he were uncertain. “Do it again.”
An easy task.
Megatron cupped Rodimus’ face gently, as though he were something easily broken. He tilted Rodimus up to look at him, taking in the contours of Rodimus’ face, the blue of his eyes, the soft blush spreading over Rodimus’ cheeks.
“I want you to stay,” Megatron murmured, because it was truth, and he did not care if Soundwave heard him, or if his flock saw him admitting it here and now. “I want to court you, to keep you, to mate you, if you’ll have me.”
Rodimus’ breathing hitched. His tongue flicked across his lips. “Kiss me,” he urged, his hands grasping at Megatron’s side, talons digging in.
“For my consort, anything.”
Megatron bent down, sealing his mouth over Rodimus’, tasting the mingled sweetness of their breakfast, and the heat of Rodimus on his lips.
Springer had gone, and Rodimus was still here.
It was the easiest promise Megatron had ever made.
