100 theme challenge by Sora-Horsey on DeviantART.
Universe: G1 AU
Pairing: Cyclonus/Ultra Magnus
Warning: Rape, violence, mpreg, insanity and an OC
Enjoy
Names
"Behold; Cyclonus! The warrior..." The first four words he ever heard, shaping him, moulding him into the bot he was created to be. Into the one he was created for desired.
Hardship
He didn't understand why, when pointing his null rays in the white and blue Autobot's direction, he just couldn't sum up the strength to fire.
School
Magnus could still remember Hot Rod's cheesy grin shining at him, offering his hand to him in such a friendly manner. "Don't cry man! C'mon, you can play with us if you want!"
Opinion
There were times when Rodimus' hot headed personality enhanced how opinionated he was. Magnus just had to repeat in his head that he wasn't his goofy little buddy any more.
Break up
With a final scream, Rodimus tore out of the room like a temperamental youngling, as their arguments seemed to always end. Ultra Magnus sighed to himself; in these situations, he'd usually go chasing after the crimson mech and apologies until he smiled again. But this time, he really was finished.
New love
"Um... hi..." He glanced up, seeing the lavender warrior kicking the ground shyly, uncharacteristically.
"I'm not in the mood for sparring."
"That's not what I came for," Magnus raised an optic ridge. Cyclonus drew a deep breath, then turned his gaze to look up at him. "I heard about your leader's foul behaviour and... I know how you feel."
"And I now feel your pain."
"It's his loss... can it be my gain- oh Primus, that was corny!"
Alley
The alley ways upon Trypticon were ideal for skulking around and loitering, Swindle's domain really. Galvatron despised all of the above, and often ordered Cyclonus and Scourge to give said alley ways a "scrubbing". The lavender warrior never really complained when he found a certain Autobot littering those dark passages.
Riddle
"I have a riddle for you!" Cyclonus blinked, antenna twitching slightly. "Want to hear it?"
"Um... alright?"
"I am just two and two
I am warm, I am cold,
I am lawful, unlawful
A duty, a fault
I am often sold dear,
Good for nothing when bought;
An extraordinary boon,
and a matter of course,
and yielding with pleasure
When taken by force.
Who am I?" Cyclonus' brow furrowed as he thought hard.
"Good for nothing when bought... and yielding with pleasure..." He placed a hand on his chin, the other holding the opposing elbow. "Oh!" He suddenly exclaimed, placing his hands on Ultra Magnus' shoulder. "A kiss!" He grinned, pulling Magnus in to demonstrate.
You and me
His pen tapped on the desk as he stared out the window, pondering and planning. Scourge had tried many times to coax him out of his daze, but Cyclonus had informed him it was very important. He couldn't figure out how to get Magnus to defect if his friend kept interrupting him!
I do
"Weddings?" His brow furrowed. "No, we don't have those on Cybertron. We have bonding ceremonies though."
"What if we combine Earth weddings with Cybertronian bonding ceremonies?" Daniel smiled innocently. Magnus suddenly snorted with arousal at the idea of Cyclonus in a beautiful white dress.
Secret
Meeting each other on neutral grounds was far from disallowed. It all depended on how they convince their superior to let them leave base without giving a clear reason why.
DO NOT ENTER
"Hey Wheelie... my Cybertronian isn't great... what does that door hanger say?"
Colours
"Hm... I'd have to say I love purple."
"Oh, why?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Cruel
Even as he lay there on the chrome floor, energon streaming from his audio receptors, optics and nasal passage, soaking in the vicious mercilessness of his lord who demanded his undivided attention; Cyclonus only wanted Ultra Magnus to sweep him off his pedes.
Kings, queens and jokers
"Go aquatic, scaly Earth creature."
"It's 'go fish', Cyc!"
"Same difference."
Run free
Freedom was the right of all sentient beings, as Ultra Magnus had always been taught. The freedom to chose was something Optimus had told him was one of the most important things. So when Cyclonus turned away from him, folding his arms, the choice arose; Autobots, or Cyclonus?
Where are the crackers?
"I... I don't think I understand..."
"You hold that end, I'll hold this one, and then we pull it!"
"For what purpose?"
"To get the prize inside!"
"Why not just blow it up?" Ultra Magnus face palmed. Decepticons and Christmas didn't mix.
Life
"You're my life; the energon I need, the star that guides me, the god I worship. So please, if you love me as much as I do you; please... come with me Magnus!"
R is for revenge
Why did he take Cyclonus' hand? Why had he agreed to defect? Two simple reasons; the first was so he and his warrior would never separate again, for as long as they lived. The second was to pound Galvatron every time he put a new tear in his lover's body.
Burning
"I know it hurts... we've all felt it many times... you get used to it. You just... need to stay out of his way when he's angry, and you'll be fine."
Do you want to know?
"Why?" Rodimus repeated, as if it might get the question across easier. "Why would you betray us like that?" He cried. "You of all bots! Wh... what does Cyclonus have that I don't?"
Ultra Magnus raised an optic ridge, then glanced at his mate, who simply flashed him a cocky smile. He turned back to his previous leader and lover. "Do you really want to know?"
Discovery
"You... you actually like rabbits?"
Birthdays
Daniel and Wheelie had gone to a lot of trouble to find out his birthday, only to find out even Ultra Magnus didn't know the date. But luckily, all Magnus had to do was ask Scourge when they were created to find out when to prepare a gift for his little warrior.
Rocks aren't the same
"Is he alright?"
"Rocks tend to look like femmes to him when he's overcharged."
Shadow
As the Autobot turncoat walked through the city of Trypticon, getting a feel for his new home, he could have sworn he could feel those icy blue optic following him. Would catch glimpses of red and blue paint skimming passed. Like his dear brother was chasing after him in desperation.