Fandom: Transformers G1
Author: gatekat, flybystardancer
Pairing: Axe/Dai Atlas, Ultra Magnus/Fortis Bronte, others
Rating: NC-17
Codes: Historical, Slavery, Sticky, Violence, Torture, Death
Summary: Ultra Magnus (based on RiD) has the protection of Nova Prime to avoid deactivation for his insubordination, but what he faces is the ultimate breaker of mecha in the army: General Dai Atlas.
Disclaimer: The authors are only playing with their own twisted muses. Transformers belong to Hasbro. Fandom-side, check the inspirations page (gatekat-fics dot livejournal dot com/290 dot html). We draw from a ton of amazing stories and authors you should read.
Notes: RiD Ultra Magnus (transformers dot /wiki/Ultra_Magnus_%28RID%29) and (cybph dot multiply dot com/reviews/item/27)
nanoklik = 1/8 second;
klik = 496 nanokliks/62 seconds;
breem = 8 kliks/8.27 minutes;
groon = 9 breem/1.24 hours;
joor = 6 groon/7.44 hours;
orn = 42 joor/13.02 days;
decaorn = 32 orns/1.14 years;
metacycle = 8 decaorn/9.22 years;
vorn = 9 metacycles/72 decaorn/83 years;
::text:: comm chatter
~text~ hardline/bond chatter

There's Always Someone Stronger 1: Meeting His Master
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Axe moaned shamelessly in anticipation as his bonded mate and General slammed him onto their berth with lust thick in Dai Atlas' field and through their bond. He would never tire of feeling how strong his mate could be.

The black and gold mech raked his hands down the larger mech's back, fingertips scraping over the sensors in wide white wings. Blue optics lifted to meet red. Another moan escaped his vocalizer as Axe's valve cover opened almost of its own accord, lubricants already oozing around the platelets. He shuddered when that long, thick spike he loved so much drove into him without hesitation.

Dai Atlas claimed his mate's mouth as fiercely as he did his valve and caught black hands to pin them by Axe's shoulders. ~Mine,~ he growled, thick with desire and affection that few others knew he was capable of.

~And no one else's,~ Axe purred in reply, returning the kiss with equal heat. His hips rolled up into Dai Atlas', one gold-trimmed leg coming up to hook around the blue mech's hips. ~Take me.~

~Anytime, anywhere,~ the giant groaned, breaking the kiss to bite down on several neck cables as their interface arrays crashed together. ~Love how tight you always are, no matter how often I spread you wide.~

~Love to feel your spike in me, spreading me wide,~ Axe moaned in response, helm tilting back to give his mate better access to his throat cables. Black hands flexed on air, wanting to touch blue armor, slide under the heavy plating to stroke and tease what lay underneath. Sparks leaped in all directions as he ground his hips against Dai Atlas', his other leg coming up over his larger mate's hip.

While their private, hard-walled quarters and washrack were technically a perk of their rank and status in the army, it was also a relief to many of their troops and the natives they were in the process of conquering. It kept the growling, clanging and eventual roars down to a manageable level as the mated pair took every opportunity to indulge in each other.

A low, rumbling grunt against Axe's throat was the first warning that his mate was nearing his climax, it was the first jolt of electricity from that spike into his valve lining that really demanded his attention.

A throaty moan tore itself loose from Axe's vocalizer. He shifted under his mate's larger frame, hips pressing into every thrust of spike into valve. Charge was building, about to break over both mechs. Their vents flared wide open, pumping hot air into the moist atmosphere as Dai Atlas' thrusts slowed to a grinding roll of his hips.

Powerful white hands tightened around black wrists as cables tightened in both their frames. Metal squealed against metal, striking sparks as Axe pressed his hips into Dai Atlas', his back arching to press his chestplates against his mate's. Blue optics flared white, staring unseeingly at the ceiling as charge crackled across ebony armor.

Above him his mate roared, rattling the walls of their quarters when the tightening of Axe's valve around his spike proved too much to resist. A final driving grind pressed the tip of his spike against the node cluster at the back of the valve before a torrent of hot, thick, charge rich transfluid erupted against the specialized sensors.

The black and gold mech's whole frame stiffened as overload crashed over him, his bellow answering Dai Atlas'. Excess charge arced over his plating, leaping off onto the large blue triple changer. It was a long klik before his frame finally unlocked, easing back down onto the berth, panting heavily to try and cool his systems. His mate was just beginning to quiver with the end of his overload when Axe was coherent enough to notice and give a soft kiss to his mate's crown spar.

"There are orns I miss spending a couple joors working up to that," Dai Atlas murmured absently as his frame relaxed. "Can't spare it here though."

"I find being pinned down and thoroughly claimed is every bit as enjoyable as having you tease me for a joor until I'm begging you to spike me," Axe replied, a teasing note in his voice. Dark fingers wiggled, the black mech tugging lightly at his pinned arms, wanting to touch his bonded. One leg unhooked from the larger mech's hips, stretching out until Axe's pede rubbed lightly against Dai Atlas' shin.

"Mmm, there is a certain appeal to the rough and tumble urgency," Dai Atlas chuckled and let his mate's wrist go before leaning down for a kiss. "Unfortunately, we'll have to clean up with no real fun in the shower to meet my new project."

That got a groan from the smaller triple changer as he returned the kiss. "Buzz kill," he grumbled, running one hand along Dai Atlas' broad back, between the limp, partly folded wings. His mate laughed into a purr.

"Yes, but that is part of my function's description," he claimed another kiss before reluctantly pulling away "Just as yours, as the General's SIC and mate, is to keep me from getting too serious for too long."

Axe muttered something under his ventilations, reluctantly peeling himself off the berth and following his larger mate to their private washracks. Blue optics wandered down the wide expanses of folded wings to Dai Atlas' aft, remaining there until a reminder that they didn't have time for anything else came through the bond.

"At least this extra duty won't decrease our interfacing time much," Dai Atlas smiled over his shoulder and twitched his wings at his mate before turning on the solvent shower. "Have you read up on his record?"

"Enough to tell he's going to be a handful until you get him properly tamed." Axe ruffled his armor, stepped under the spray, turned off his optics and let the solvents run over his faceplates and down his frame.

"That he will be," Dai Atlas agreed. "Though I didn't see anything that will make him different from the average too well connected, temperamental, under-trained brat they usually stick me with," he huffed. "Always mecha that should just be wiped and trained but someone wants them to remember."

Axe shrugged. "Some attempt to drive home the point? Who the frag knows for sure." He reached for one of the brushes, eying the streaks of black he'd left here and there on his mate's frame.

Dai Atlas chuckled and turned, spreading himself easily for his mate's attention. "Quite possibly. I just hope this one has a better attitude than that last nightmare they sent me. I really couldn't stand dealing with another brilliant logic-bound self-superior mech so soon."

The black mech shuddered at the reminder, his armor rattling, then reached up to lightly rap his knuckles against his mate's helm. "Don't jinx us. Please. If we end up with another mech like that last one, I might shoot him and to the Pit with the consequences." Shuddering again, he applied the brush to the closest black streak, working the brush in circles to loosen the stubborn paint.

"Yes, Turmoil was well designated," Dai Atlas groaned in pleasure. "This one doesn't sound manipulative or terribly bright, just powerful and arrogant."

"The kind who needs to be brought to heel properly before they'll actually put that strength to something vaguely useful. Much better than a genius-level manipulator." Axe concentrated on the black mark, teasingly running the brush over a sensitive spot as he moved on to the next. A shiver and groan greeted his efforts as a ping came in telling them the supply ship had arrived and the captain wished to speak with them before turning over their property.

Moving quickly, Axe got the rest of the black streaks off Dai Atlas' plating. Circling his larger mate, he looked for anything he'd missed before quickly getting the odd streak of blue or red off his own plating. "See anything I might have missed?" he asked his mate, turning his attention to the lubricant and transfluid streaking his thighs.

"Here," Dai Atlas rumbled and knelt to polish the back of his mate's thighs to black. "Sometimes I wonder how you manage to be that flexible," he teased with a lick to the spot he'd just cleaned. "I swear your struts must be made of rubber sometimes."

"It surprises me sometimes, too." Axe purred, leaning forward to teasingly nibble at the very tip of the central spire of Dai Atlas' crest.

"Mmm, you're going to make us late," he groaned, his hand tightening around the brush until it screeched in protest.

"You started it," Axe retorted, giving his larger mate a perfectly innocent look.

"I licked your thigh," Dai Atlas shuddered, his spike pressing against its cover. "You nibbled my crown."

Axe grinned at him. "And you can get me back for it later, love." The brush in his hand darted out to flick over blue plating. ~I can still see transfluid on your plating, beloved.~

~Why don't you lick me clean, so I'm wound up until I can drive you into the wall in front of our new pet project?~ Dai Atlas rumbled hotly, pure lust swirling through the bond. ~Never get enough of you.~

The black mech chuckled. ~And make us later than we already are?~ He nudged at his larger mate until Dai Atlas got to his pedes, then dropped to his knees, grasping his mate's hips, and leaned in to lap at the silvery fluid streaking Dai Atlas' plating.

~We must be presentable when we take charge of our project,~ Dai Atlas moaned shamelessly. ~Transfluid streaked legs does not make a proper first impression.~

~Our new project is going to be seeing a lot of it in the future,~ Axe pointed out with a purring chuckle, his glossa probing teasingly at Dai Atlas' spike housing.

~Yes he will,~ the giant groaned deeply and released his spike. He knew his mate could get him off readily enough like this. It looked as good as it felt, exceeded only by having Axe bound and splayed out for his leisurely and intimate enjoyment.

Purring throatily, Axe lapped at the tip of his mate's spike, blue gaze flicking up to meet deep red before shifting forward, taking the length into his mouth. Dark fingers hooked into Dai Atlas' hip joints as Axe's glossa and intake worked the larger mech's spike with the skill of long practice.

"Oh yes," Dai Atlas moaned deeply, his optics locked on the enticing vision of his spike disappearing into his mate's mouth.

~You taste so good,~ the black and gold mech purred through the bond. ~Can never get enough.~ He slowly pulled back, pressing his lips against the tip of Dai Atlas' spike before taking the whole length again. He felt the shudder and intense flare of arousal through his mate's field at the sight even more than the sensation.

~Primus I love you, everything you do,~ Dai Atlas worked to hold his frame still and give his mate full control of this pleasure for as long as he could manage.

~And I love you,~ was the purred response as Axe lavished attention on every inch of that spike, from tip to base. His glossa traced the swirls of color along its length, probing at the very tip, before his mouth again engulfed the entire length, his intake working and flexing around the tip. He reveled in the intensity of his mate's reaction, the power Dai Atlas gave to him in that unbridled enjoyment of sight and touch.

Powerful white hands closed on Axe's strong shoulders, helping Dai atlas support himself through the waves of pleasure that crashed into his neural net. He stroked his fingers against wiring and plating where he could, but there was little he could do but hold on and enjoy the ride.

After this long as Dai Atlas' bonded mate, Axe knew every trick there was to getting the bigger triple changer all wound up. Nimble fingers slipped into Dai Atlas' hip joints, stroking and teasing the circuits and the hydraulics and gyros. ~Overload for me, love,~ Axe cooed.

A single tremor ran down that giant frame before Dai Atlas gave in with a roar, his frame curling forward as one hand remained braced on his mate's shoulder while the other cupped the back of Axe's helm to drive his spike as deeply as it would go and press wonderfully seductive lip plates massaged the spike housing.

Axe upped the intensity of his purr, his lips vibrating against the spike housing, intake and mouth vibrating against the sensitive length of the larger mech's spike. Dark fingers caught in sensitive circuitry, tugging very gently, sending fresh darts of sensation through Dai Atlas' sensor net as hot, thick transfluid tingled and zapped down his intake. He continued to suck, lick and purr long after the flow of transfluid ended, knowing his mate was quite capable of a third round.

~Primus, love, what you do to me,~ Dai Atlas shuddered and moaned, his hips rocking slightly in encouragement.

A blue optic flickered in a sly wink. ~You know you love it,~ the black and gold mech crooned. His glossa flirted with the underside of Dai Atlas' spike. One hand slid down a powerful leg to slip into the knee joint. His intake rippled against the sensitive tip. Mischief flickered and danced along their bond. ~I'm going to make sure that you'll be walking funny when we go to pick up our new project.~

~Love it, hate it, drives me crazy,~ Dai Atlas panted and whined as he tried to straighten himself a bit, only to give up at the tweak Axe gave his inner knee.

Axe's chuckle dripped mischief. ~But you can't resist it, love. You're as addicted to it as I am.~ He wiggled his fingers deeper into the joint, teasing at the delicate gyros as his mate gasped and trembled above him.

~Even more,~ he admitted without shame. ~Need you. Will always need you.~

The black and gold mech drew his glossa slowly, teasingly, along the underside of Dai Atlas' spike from base to tip. ~And I, you, beloved,~ he murmured, his spark flush with the intensity of the mutual emotion. He knew for his mate it was a much more literal statement. Dai Atlas really did require a bonded mate to balance the darkness and pain his gift inflicted on him. It was a duty that Axe welcomed and found intense joy in, even though he had never witnessed the gift in full bloom.

He purred and hummed, reveling in the pleasure pouring off his mate as he pushed already oversensitized systems into a third overload in as many breems. There was the rush from his mate, shaking and unsteady, with nearly his full weight supported by a hand on Axe's shoulder, unsteady pedes and Axe's grip on him.

~Got to stop now,~ Dai Atlas gasped across the bond. ~Prowl...~

~Wouldn't see anything he's not expecting even if he actually came in to check on us,~ Axe chuckled but gently allowed his mate's spike to slide from between his lip plates as it retracted into its housing, and then behind the cover. ~Your new aide-de-camp is not nearly as innocent as his age and manner suggests.~

~I am well aware of that,~ Dai Atlas snorted as he struggled to steady himself. ~I can't fathom what problem Longreach or Skyshredder had with him.~

~Lack of apparent personality,~ Axe snickered as he stood and gave his lover a good look over to check for anything that ADC Prowl would insist on fixing before they were seen. After running afoul of that once, neither particularly cared to receive the look the Praxian build could muster again.

~But not will. He'll make an amazing officer when he's learned to be more social,~ Dai Atlas hummed as he found enough balance to feel up for facing both his aide-de-camp and said aide-de-camp's pre-orn report on the way to his new slave/reform project.

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Ultra Magnus scowled as he stood in the cramped cage. In addition to the tight condition, he was also suffering the humiliation of having his arms and legs bound, and an inhibitor on his engine. Even worse was the code that had been installed - slave code. He growled at the thought of it.

Just because others were being stupid fraggers, he was sentenced to being a slave. If those idiots he had been assigned with had done what they were supposed to instead of talking scrap to him, he wouldn't have had to beat some sense into them. Instead he was here. His former unit-mates better hope they were never assigned with him again.

He felt the change in engine power, signaling that the craft was coming in for a landing - fragging finally! It was a couple breems before a pair of crewmembers came to collect him. They were greeted with a string of curses in several dialects, not all from Cybertron.

"Stand still," the one with the heavy weapon ordered, standing further back than his companion.

"Or what, you'll shoot me? Slagging sonuvacompactor!" The imprisoned mech growled out, throwing a heated glare at the mech. Yet he stood still, or at least his pedes didn't move. Not like they could. The cage was barely two long paces by one, and only tall enough for him to stand fully upright without scraping, which was good, since it had neither padding to lie on or a bench to sit on. He'd even had to recharge vertically, leaning against the bars.

"Yes," the guard answered coldly as the other stepped forward to unlock the cage door, then back up out of reach. "Walk out. We're finally going to be rid of you."

A ping made the one drawing his weapon pause, then grimace before he responded. "He wants the cage. Let the grunts unloading do it."

The other guard nodded and motioned Ultra Magnus towards the door. "Move it, non-person."

The large mech growled, but complied for the moment. He wanted out of the cage, and out of the ship. He'd work on getting free once he saw who he was up against. He'd been around and with enough rank to know all the mecha that usually got those labeled troublemakers.

The walk out the cargo bay doors was a short, quiet one as the general brightness outside came into focus. An organic world. A first stage base of operations. Military mecha moving about quickly and efficiently under the direction of a tiny creature of light armor and vulnerable wings. The storm-gray mecha glanced at him with ice blue optics, displaying the bright crimson chevron and confirming it was a Praxian.

"The Generals are there," the mech pointed to a black and gold mech about Ultra Magnus' size and a significantly larger one of light blue, white and black with a three spar crown and long wings flared out fully.

Axe and Dai Atlas.

Ultra Magnus knew their reputations well, though he'd never been assigned to one of their units.

He scowled. So they thought the Great General could tame him? Ultra Magnus didn't think so.

Dai Atlas looked back calmly and stepped forward to walk around his new property/assignment, taking in everything and judging the much younger mech. He stopped in front of Ultra Magnus, his mate once more at his side. "You will answer to Saltem. It is your designation until you earn your former one back."

"And if I don't?" the newly-redesignated mech growled back, the fire of defiance in his electric blue optics.

"First, the slave code you have installed will cause you pain in an increasing amplitude until you comply or it shuts you down from sensory overload. If that is not a sufficient motivator, I will find what punishments do penetrate your processors. Or I will deactivate you," Dai Atlas informed him coolly. "Are we clear?"

Saltem's optics narrowed. "Crystal," he managed to grate out, though it was just as clear that he was not actually accepting of the new name.

"That is Prowl," he motioned to the storm gray Praxian directing the unloading of the cargo. "My aid-de-camp. You will obey his orders as if they came from me. Do you understand?"

Saltem growled, his first test of the limits of the slave programming. He did not want any more mechs to have power over him. "Fine," he replied as the first licks of pain ran through him.

"My mate and SIC, Axe, also has the right to command you to anything I can," Dai Atlas continued. " Do you understand?"

Saltem resisted longer this time before giving in with ill grace. "Understood."

"For now your status as my property will protect you from others," Dai Atlas told him. "That can change if you cross me. Until further notice, you may not leave my quarters unless one of the three of us is with you, or the room is in imminent danger of being destroyed. If you must flee, you will report to the acting CO of the base as soon as the battle is over. Follow us," he ordered before turning to walk back into the officer's barracks, one of only two hard targets on the base.

Saltem growled invective as he followed, not bothering to resist that particular order. He was biding his time. It wouldn't do to wear down his own resolve before he needed it for a larger battle.

This base was a simple layout, with strong, tall walls but no apparent air defense to speak of. The interior had less attention paid to it with only two permanent buildings. One was where they were headed, the other was likely the command and comm center. Everything else was temporary buildings, some even tents or just marked out open space.

He'd been in places like this before. Over the next few vorns it would be built up into a permanent base, the center for the planetary conquest and in time the primary spaceport for exporting resources to more civilized areas of the empire.

The door to the senior officer's barracks opened at Dai Atlas' ping and they entered a space that was warmed just enough over the atmosphere that Saltem realized it was on the chilly side out there.

~We've got our work cut out for us with this one,~ Axe noted, falling into step beside his mate. One helm spike twitched slightly. ~Arrogant and with an attitude.~

~And the power to justify it under most conditions,~ Dai Atlas added. ~The key is going to be finding out what will make him feel whole, what he wants more than his pride.~

~Not going to be easy. But then, none of the troublemakers we've been given have been anything but difficult.~ Black plating ruffled, shifting the wicked battleaxe the black mech was carrying across his back.

~That's why we get them,~ Dai Atlas chuckled at his mate and palmed their quarters open. ~After the work that went into getting my processors in order, they know I can take anyone, and I'm not afraid to deactivate if that's the right choice.~

The space was simple, too simple, for a powerful General, but the pair were relaxed here with nothing more than a berth large enough for both their giant frames to spread out, two simple but functional desks pushed front to front so the pair faced each other when working, a couple chairs to relax in, a small shelf of odds and ends and their weapons locker. A washrack just large enough for the pair of them opened from one side.

It was the quarters for a freshly sparked lieutenant, if that, yet these two Generals seemed to have no issue with living here.

Narrowed optics took in this room where he would be spending a lot of time in the foreseeable future. Whatever Dai Atlas had planned...wasn't going to work. He wouldn't let it work.

"Every perk, right and cube you get, you will earn, just as every mecha here does," Dai Atlas turned to face his slave with hard, deep red optics. "We do not have the supplies or personnel to indulge in freeloaders. Your first task will be to keep our quarters in presentation condition. When you are not cleaning, you will be in your cage once it is delivered. For now, sit." He pointed to a corner opposite the door.

Saltem's head snapped towards the General when he began to speak. "That's a drone's work!" he growled in protest. He did move to the corner, however.

"That is all you are worth at the moment," Dai Atlas' voice was hard. "A very expensive to maintain drone. I recommend that you prove you can do simple work or you will not be worth the energon you consume."

The enslaved mech growled, but did not otherwise reply. It was as close to acceptance as Dai Atlas would get at this point and they all recognized it.