To Serve

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus drops to one knee in front of Galvatron, held bowed in respect.

"Lord Galvatron," he greets, his voice heavy with his utmost admiration. It's hardly the first time he's been called before Galvatron by himself; he has, after all, worked his way to a place of favor amongst his bodyguards. He has worked long to earn his lord's respect. But no matter how many times he finds himself kneeling at Galvatron's feet, it never ceases to be a great honour to him. His spark sings at being in the mere presence of the war hero.

"How may I serve you?"

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[kidstoday]

Galvatron never wanted bodyguards. He didn't need them; he's Galvatron of the Darklands, uniter of the 13 Tribes. He laughs at the idea of needing protection. Nova had insisted, for appearances. He didn't care much for Nova's appearances but he conceded to his companion's stronger political hand. There were times in which the new Prime had reason.

At the very least, Galvatron preferred the company of fellow warriors over the sniveling of sycophants and politicians, all scrabbling like vermin for his favor. He wishes at times he could cut them down where they stood, but Nova reasoned this was a different time, a time for a different approach than Cybertronian bloodshed. Save his thirst for battle for conquest and turn his optics to the stars in their grand expansion.

Cyclonus's entrance and bow doesn't gather an immediate reaction from him. His optics are instead looking out the balcony of his quarters, down at the construction of the grand Ark. They would be soon departing, beginning their quest to expand the grand Cybertronian empire.

"In any way I want, Cyclonus," he answers finally, turning away from the sight to look at the warrior before him. His Clavis Aurea had impressed him. He was a fierce warrior, but so were many. What Cyclonus had above the others was his unquestioning loyalty. "Talk to me, Cyclonus. As equals. Do you love Cybertron?"

[tsunclonus]

Heat flares in Cyclonus at Galvatron's words, but his expression remains cool and respectful. His lord is handsome and powerful, anyone with sense would find him desirable. But it's not his place to want unless Galvatron wants. But he can certainly hope...

He stands when Galvatron says to speak to him as equals - as if Cyclonus could ever truly equal him - as equals do not kneel.

"Of course," he answers, a hint if incredulity in his voice, as though he can't believe that anyone would need ask. He slams a fist against his chest and sings out with fervent patriotism, "Glory to Cybertron, glinting in the heavens!"

[kidstoday]

Galvatron barks out a laugh at Cyclonus's singing, but he doesn't elaborate on why. The hymns of the Clavis Aurea's faith were once the drinking songs sung merrily after a victorious battle for Galvatron. At the very least, by not elaborating the source of his pleasure was unclear and unoffensive.

His hand reaches out, clasping on Cyclonus's shoulder, and he looks at him like a friend would another for a moment. The mech had not experienced the raw and primal life during the reign of the 13 Primes, but he was not low born, and his skill and strength was respectable. Cyclonus's ambition resonated with his own.

"I've noticed your rise through my ranks, Cyclonus. I leave soon with Nova to expand Cybetron's grand vision to other uncivilized worlds. Where does that leave you? Tell me, what's the dream of your future?"

[tsunclonus]

The show of camaraderie warms him. That the Mighty Galvatron would treat him as a friend, that he would treat Cyclonus as an equal though he could never hope to match his greatness, that Cyclonus has earned such respect... It makes his spark swell with pride and reaffirms his already unwavering loyalty.

This is a mech who he'd follow to the ends of the universe if he could. But as Galvatron has reminded him, his lord will soon be traveling outside his reach.

"I... hadn't really considered," Cyclonus answers, cupping his chin in thought. His dream was to serve by Galvatron's side, fighting his battles with him. But that was not his place. "Perhaps I shall join the Primal Vanguard... Keep Cybertron safe until you have tamed this chaotic universe."

[kidstoday]

"The Primal Vanguard," Galvatron repeats thoughtfully.

It's a respectable alternative. There were many soldiers who dreamed of being part of the vanguard, protecting Cybertron from threats both domestic and foreign. The more Galvatron mulls about it though, he angrier he feels. The Primal Vanguard was Nova's invention, something he created to inflate his already bursting ego. He would not have his warriors part of it.

"You are mine, Cyclonus. You will not forget that." His hand moves from the mech's shoulder and curls around his neck, squeezing slightly at the cabling. "Will you follow me?"

On Wed, Apr 8, 2015 at 6:27 AM, tsunclonus - DW Comment < dw_null@dreamwidth.org <javascript:_e(%7b%7d,'cvml','dw_null@dreamwidth.org');>> wrote:

[tsunclonus]

The sensible reaction to having Galvatron's hand around one's throat would be fear, or at least worry. Perhaps even anger, as foolish as that would be. Instead, the possessive grip on Cyclonus's neck sends heat flooding through his body, his optics going wide.

"Of... Of course, Mighty One!" Is Galvatron saying what he hopes? That he'd allow Cyclonus to follow him on his grand quest? His voiced is hushed when he continues, "I am yours. Yours to command."

[kidstoday]

"You are. I need someone loyal by my side."

Galvatron moves forward, his hand still tight against Cyclonus's throat as he pushes the mech towards the wall. He leans over him, his optics blazing as he looks down at he mech's face. His appetite for war was stronger than his appetite for interfacing, but there were times in which the two desires muddled together.

His aggression overflowed into more carnal means of venting it, and his frame heats as he pins Cyclonus, his thigh wedging between his legs.

"Your duties would entail more than fighting for me. I require the occasional relief."

[tsunclonus]

Cyclonus doesn't resist as Galvatron presses him against to the wall and his fans are already humming as his thighs part willingly for a powerful thigh. His lips part in a silent gasp as his pent-up desire for his lord floods through him. He's been attracted to Galvatron since before he joined his service, and the attraction has only grown since, relieved only by rare bouts of shameful self-servicing and the occasional rough interface with his fellow bodyguards.

He never submitted to any of them. There was only one he would gladly give himself to, body and spark.

His fingers press against the wall as he forces himself to put aside his rising arousal and speak. "I live to serve you, Lord Galvatron!"