Title: Re-Population
Rating: M
Genre: Romance/Family
Pairing: Predaking/Skylynx, Predaking/Darksteel
Universe: Prime
Warnings: m/m, slash, heat cycles, sticky sex, spike and valve, oral, fingering
Summary: With the remaining Predacon relics destroyed on Cybertron, Predaking finds a new way to create more of his kind, rather by accident.
Author's Note: So this is a little bunny that has been bothering me for a while ever since the Predacons Rising came out. This is also an early birthday present for Colleen, who basically requested my plot bunny which was kind of funny. But nonetheless, here it is! This will be a multi-chapter fic, about two or three chapters tops, I don't know yet. But anway, enjoy!
Repopulation – Chapter 1
"Be patient, Darksteel, you will have your turn."
He whined as he sat in front of his king, trying hard not to retract his pelvic paneling and thrust his fingers into his hot and aching valve.
"My king, please!"
He whimpered when he saw his king smirk as his large, ribbed spike sunk deeper into Skylynx, the youngest of them crying out and bouncing in their king's lap.
"Patience is a virtue. You will have your turn soon enough."
Predaking couldn't exactly remember how they had gotten into this position, but he wasnt complaining, oh no.
He remember the twins' strange behavior during the past few cycles, hiding away from him and even each other, whimpering, their plating overheated. Then, as he went searching for them, his olfactory sensors caught wiff of a smell most succulent. It was so alluring, something Predaking had never smelt before. It lured him in, leading him to the arousing sight of Skylynx, laying on his back with three fingers pounding his valve, the young mech whimpering from the
aching burn and not being able to relieve himself.
Predaking had read about this, these behaviors, these smells, these actions.
Poor little Skylynx was going through his first heat cycle.
He remembered walking forward and The youngest dragonformer yelped, yanking his fingers out and scooting back, obviously embarrassed. But it was all forgotten in a fraction of a second as the burn became overwhelming and he rubbed at his anterior node, whining in need. He looked to Predaking with glazed optics, as if silently asking for assistance, for explaination.
How could he refuse.
"M-my king! W-w-what's h-happen-ing?!"
He walked over, rubbing Skylynx's sides to help ease the aches in his plating.
"Everything is fine, Skylynx. You are experiencing your first heat cycle. Everything you're experiencing is normal."
The younger mech whimpered. "It-It aches! And it's h-hot and-" He cried out, humping his servo as he tried to find relief. "P-please! I-I need-"
Predaking smirked, his claws brushing over Skylynx's scolding pelvic armor. "What is it that you need, my dear Skylynx?"
The younger mech looked as if he was ready to burst. "I need more! N-Not digits! Need sp-sp-spike! Need y-your sp-spike! Please, my king!"
He smirked. He was more than happy to oblige.
Skylynx panted as he put more pressure on his outer node, trying to make himself cool down. He gasped when his digits where pulled away and a warm and wet glossa suckled at his anterior node. He screamed, wrapping his legs around his king's wide shoulders, moving his hips up to jump Predaking's gorgeous faceplates.
"My king! Oh Primus, Predaking!"
Hearing Skylynx produce such alluring and delicious sounds made Predaking growl in dominance, letting the younger mech thrust his hips down, thrusting three of his claws, much larger than Skylynx's, in the younger mech's tight little valve.
The smaller Predacon felt his optics roll back, letting out a shriek as he overloaded hard around Predaking'a digits, feeling them stay in motion as his king let him ride out his high, and getting him even more worked up than before.
The larger dragonformer smiled, his optics dimmed as he let his own pelvic plating slide open, his large spike pressurizing and rubbing against Skylynx's warm entrance.
The younger mech mewled, holding his legs open and holding his thighs and he rubbed his anterior node. "P-please, my king!"
He smirked, moving to finally enter the younger mech, and thrusting in with one fluid motion. He growled loudly, gripping Skylynx's sides tightly as he waited for the younger mech to give him a sign.
He screeched in mixed pain and pleasure, wrapping his legs around his king's waist as he pressed his hips down, trying to take that wonderfully proportioned spike into his dripping valve.
"Move! Primus, please, move! P-pound my tight little valve til I can't walk straight!"
Predaking didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed a hold of his hips and lifted them off the ground as he began to thrust at a brutal pace, growling in possession as he took that tight valve, spreading it wide and thrusting in deep, bumping against the back of his valve.
Skylynx panted, clawing at the ground and at his king's plating as intense pleasure and ecstasy coursed through his frame, mewling as he spread wider than he ever thought possible.
"Faster! P-please go faster!"
The younger mech cried out as he felt nodes deep inside of him flare to life as Predaking did exactly what he wanted, moving as fast as his bulky frame would allow.
He yelped when he was pulled up straight, settling into Predaking's lap with his wrists held above his head in only one servo of his king. The new angle let the spike inside of sink deeper, brushing against a special little node he never knew existed.
"Predaking! Oh p-please! There, hit there again! Ram it!"
He smiled. He never knew little Skylynx could be such a needy little thing when it came to interface, but he wasn't complaining. Predaking bounced the younger mech hard in his lap, angling his hips to find that spot that would drive Skylynx insane.
He seems to have found it when he heard Skylynx snarl and cry out, feeling his thighs spasm around his waist and seeing him writher in pleasure.
"Yeeeesss!" He hissed. "Oh YEEES! Again! Again! Make me overload, pleeeease!"
Predaking was happy to oblige, pounding hard and deep as he reached down to rub at Skylynx's anterior node, trying to push him over the edge.
He smirked when he heard the younger shriek and feeling lubricant spray across his lower abdomen.
"Oh frag! Oooooh!"
He felt himself being pulled off of that wonderful spike, thick lubricant trickling out of his entrance as he slumped against the ground. He didn't feel Predaking loom over him until he felt his hot breath against his audio sensor.
"Don't think I'm finished with you yet."
Skylynx groaned as he was pulled up and Predaking sat behind him, pulling him into his lap once again and feeling the larger mech's spike rub against his now over-sensitive valve.
He growled, moving to enter the younger mech once again before he heard a frustrated snarl. He looked up and saw Darksteel on his hands and knees, growling and whimpering as he humped the air.
"My king! P-please!"
Now there were in their current prediciment, pounding Skylynx's valve from behind as he watched Darksteel pound his own valve with his digits, scissoring them and rubbing his outer node.
He heard Skylynx whimper in his lap as he drew closer to his third overload, reaching his servo around to play with his anterior node and roll it between his fingers.
The youngest dragonformer shrieked, getting close to the edge.
"Please, my king! Come inside me! I want to be stuffed by your transfluid! Fill m-me up, please!"
The larger mech felt the pressure inside of him build up, and as he heard Skylynx cry out and pant through his overload, he felt the pressure snap and he roared, his wings opening wide as the engulfed them both as spurt after spurt of transfluid filled the younger mech's valve and gestation chamber.
Predaking heard the other mewl as he calmed down, his heat cycle satisfied for the time being. He pulled out and smirked at the amount of fluid that dribbled out and down Skylynx's beautiful thighs.
He let the younger Predacon rest as he turned his helm and smirked at Darksteel, who looked absolutely desperate for attention at this point, and his king would happily give it to him.
He beckoned the other other, and Darksteel crawled over on his servos and knees, his aft high in the air.
"Just f-frag me! I need that spike!"
"What's the magic word, Darksteel?"
"Just do it already!"
"Incorrect."
Darksteel jumped when he felt a clawed servo smack against his aft, yelping in a cocktail of pain and pleasure.
"Please!"
"That's more like it."
He cried out in intense pleasure as he felt his king slip in if him, the thick head bumping the node deep within his valve.
"Please, my king! H-harder!"
Predaking chuckled and began to pound Darksteel's needy valve, quickly finding his spot and hitting it head in the the head of his rubbed spike, making the other Predacon screech as his arms have out, lulling his head to the side as he moaned.
"That feel good, Steel? Does it feel good to have such a big mech inside of you, moving and hitting all of your nodes just right as you scream in pleasure and cry out for release?"
The smaller mech whimpered, claws digging into the ground beneath him as he pushed his hips back.
"Please! Oh Primus, I'm so c-close!"
"As you wish."
After that, Darksteel opened his mouth in a silent screech as Predaking moved as fast and hard as he could, pounding against that ceiling node and bringing a servo around to rub at the younger mech's swollen node.
Darksteel shrieked, making his pleasure known to all of Cybertron as he came hard around Predaking, gasped when he heard his king roar and fill him up, whimpering when transfluid flooded his gestation chamber.
He chuckled and smirked as he wrapped his arms around his two now lovers as they slept, their heat cycles completely satisfied at the moment. He felt then pure against his plating as they curled up into his warmth, hearing Darksteel let out a snore as Skylynx yawned and settled in his sleep.
Now, Predaking finally allowed himself to fall into recharge surrounded by the two he had grown to love, knowing that in the morning they would be prime and ready for another go.
However, nothing could prepare him for what was to come in the future.