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]

"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!"