A note: Bold and italic font like "this"is telepathic speech. Italics in "" marks is radio communication, "like this"
Everything else is normal. This chapter contains rape. You have been warned.
2 – The pet
Hey, Yeah - I'm the one that you wanted
Hey, Yeah - I'm your Superbeast
Hey, Yeah - I'm the one that you wanted
Hey, Yeah - I'm your Superbeast
Rob Zombie – Superbeast
Purgatory had said goodbye to his new 'friend' by giving him his contact details and a dirty kiss on the mouth, which made the people around them gawk in shock and some in disgust. He drew back with a smarmy grin and said, "I do hope I will get to see you again soon."
Primacron smirked at him and traced a finger across the mortal's chest plate, leaving yet another scratch to add to the growing collection. "I will call if I want your excellent service again."
Oh, if that didn't inflate his ego, nothing would. In a mockery of a lovers kiss, he took that hand playing with his armour and pressed his lips to the god's knuckles. "I look forward to it."
The God of Darkness snickered and gave his cheek a light slap before walking off. Purgatory watched the god as he slipped into his ship and took off into the night before he realised that he really needed to get some repairs done on him. The god had done a number on his back and his chest was pretty dented. So Purgatory stretched and growled when he saw that the night sky was starting to lighten into a sunrise. He had always functioned more easily in the dark than in the daytime, especially when he was on a business mission.
And so he flew in robot mode to where his ship was parked. It was a dark purple in colour with black here and there, and looked a lot like a smaller version of the Nemesis, but sleeker and narrower. He jumped inside and headed to the control room to switch it to autopilot, then he proceeded to take a good long sleep from his night of debauchery with a delicious god. He settled in his berth on his stomach because his back was so beaten up and offlined his optics, thinking about whether he would see Primacron again while the drug he had taken slowly left his systems. Hell, he was a god … he probably had a lot of work to do in the ways of the Universe. So he fell into stasis wondering why he even cared anyway…
Purgatory lived on a very remote planet that, from the outside, looked like it was covered in a dense, thick fog. It made radar detection incredibly difficult, and because this solar system was surrounded in dark matter, it made travelling to it even more difficult unless you knew the way, and the spot where there was a hole in the matter to slip through. How the helicopter had discovered this world was by accident. He had flown in when he had fought very hard to capture yet another femme and she had activated her self destruct right as he ripped her spark out. It had been a weak charge, however, but it had taken out almost a third of his body in the process. And so his medic had dragged him onto the ship and landed on the closest planet at the time. Which was this one, a planet called Limus.
When he finally landed two hours after leaving Cybertron and entering hyperspace, he woke up from his deep recharge and stepped out of his ship to enter his base of operations. It looked similar to a medieval castle on Earth. The climate on the planet was acidic and warm from the many volcanoes, and while his base was a very large distance away from any of them, the volcanic ash had coated what was dark red into black when they erupted.
He entered his fortress and went straight to his medbay. If there was one thing that Purgatory had that seemed unlikely to his character, it was respect for medics. One had to when one had very limited medical knowledge, and some of his wounds over the years had been nothing short of nasty. That, and being a fan on bondage also contributed to the many injuries that he came home with.
While the side effect of this was the usual energon loss and risk of infection, it also had the bonus of increasing his pain threshold to something much higher than the average bot. It meant that Purgatory could take a lot of brutal punishment that would make most mechs pass out. The advantage of this was that the 'copter could continue fighting when most mechs would just go down with the pain.
The door to the medbay hissed as it opened and Purgatory spied his head medic. He was a dark, dusty red with some silver and dark brown highlights with a khaki-and-green patterned hood on his chest that gave away his alternate mode of an Army jeep. The gold optics also betrayed his allegiance to no one, as most mechs with yellow, purple or green optics were of neutral allegiance. Because of his alt mode, he was quite a small bot. But he was nightmarishly fast and Purgatory knew better than to underestimate him due to size. Primacron too was another example of that.
"Good morning, Flatline," he said to the medic, going to lie down on the table in a way that the medic knew he needed repairing.
Said medic took one look at him and whistled lowly, setting about scanning the helicopter's body to see where he needed fixing, apart from the obvious. "You certainly had a good night out. Who did this to you?"
Purgatory snickered and rested his head on his arms, thinking back to what had transpired and getting horny all over again, remembering that hot, hot port … "A god."
"Really now, delusions of grandeur? That is unlike you," Flatline snickered as he finished the scan and set about hooking the 'copter up to an IV. He had lost a fair chunk of energon and the medic had to shake his head at that. He would never figure out how Purgatory could still walk around, let alone drive, in such a state.
The large 'copter snorted at that. "Knew you wouldn't believe me. How long will these repairs take?"
"Two hours at most. Half an hour if I get help,"
"You know where the deputy medics are. Call them. I have work to do."
He proceeded to settle down, dimming his optics in a half-awake state. If it was just Flatline repairing him he would have gone to sleep, but he didn't trust the other medics much and he only trusted Flatline because he had literally saved his life, even if it was by accident, so the medic owed him his life. Between thugs like themselves, the only way to offer true allegiance was a life owing bond between two mechs. It was simple in how it worked. For the one that saved the life of the other, until the dept was paid, the owed would serve unconditional loyalty to their savior. In the case of Flatline and Purgatory, the medic had well and truly served his dept, but the two had grown to have a lot in common and for a lack of a better word, had become friends. They never showed it outwardly, but the fact that Purgatory could offline himself was a show of trust that next to no one got out of him.
And so, three other medics came into the room and began to help repair all of the damages. While they were doing that, Purgatory's mind once again wandered back to what had occurred that night. If it wasn't for the many wounds getting fixed at the moment he would have thought it didn't happen. Really, a god? He had taken, and been taken, by a god. It filled his mind with a hopeless glee ... and it also inflated his ego.
Once the repairs were taken care of, Purgatory went to eat something and put a fresh coat of wax on his repaired paintjob. He wondered how many times he would have to repair himself if he met the god in the future...
Then, as if to answer his mental pondering, his commlink rang. Curious, he picked it up and blinked at the very unique number.
The caller was Primacron.
Interested, he answered the call and went to say hello, but a pre-recorded message played instead.
"Here are the co-ordinates. Meet me there as soon as you get this message. Bring chains."
Blinking a couple of times in amusement, he grinned evilly, and went to do just that.
It didn't take him long to reach Primacron's lair. He entered hyperspace and exited it within ten minutes to land on the planet that the god was currently based on. The mortal landed his ship close by the one that Primacron himself had taken off in earlier and then walked up to the door of the base, noticing the door had been left open. Curious, the 'copter stepped inside.
The base was very similar to the inside of his ship in design and lighting. It was minimal, and what artificial lighting there was in the walls were tiny little Christmas lights, coloured purple. Otherwise, it was very dark, even with windows here and there to take in the view of the planet, or sunlight, Purgatory didn't know were spots in the hallway that would light up if stars or sunlight passed through, he noticed. Imagining Primacron doing that …. It was a beautiful image. But he walked along the corridor, and sent a comm. message to the god.
"Oh, how nice of you to invite me to your home…" his tone was amused… and seductive. He could start to hear some faint noises at the end of the corridor now, the chains in his hand rattling slightly as he walked. He had grabbed them before he left his ship.
"Mm...yes..."
Purgatory almost sparked at how come hither that voice was right now. He grinned in anticipation as he kept going at the same pace because the noises were getting louder, and it was clear there was another person in the base.
"Who is that with you?" he asked.
"My—mmngh… pet," the god replied through a crackling comm. "Be ready with the chains...he will fight, and he is vicious."
Purgatory wrapped the chains around his hand. He was fast, and strong, and he knew how to use chains on mechs stronger than himself. Here's hoping that this other one was not too much stronger ... "Hmm ... the more vicious they are, the louder they snarl. An excellent choice, if I do say so myself,"
Purgatory walked into the room to see Primacron almost on the edge of an overload from… he blinked at the other mech. He looked like one of the dragon type mechs he had seen rarely on Cybertron, but he was so big. Purgatory himself was a large mech, but this one, while he would have been his height without the silver horns protruding out of the black helmet, was wider. And the large wings gave a similar illusion that Primacron's cape did to make him appear larger still. The bot was mostly black with silver spikes on his legs, arms… everywhere! Purgatory had to blink again at the amount of vicious, curved protrusions from the black armour that also had red stripes here and there.
He was quite pretty, the 'copter had to admit. Even more so when he sat there blowing Primacron's jack and it was clear he was annoyed about something by the glare in his crimson optics … He smirked widely, "Ooh my ... that is a nice sight."
The dragon mech shoved the God of Darkness over the edge before he seemed to freeze as Purgatory leaned on the doorframe, the sound of a sniff clearly heard in the otherwise silent room.
"Oh!" Primacron growled as he reached overload and wrapped his legs around the mech's neck to keep him there. "Now, Purgatory!"
The demonic mech snarled, a deep heavy sound like a tiger or bear on Earth and tried to shove Primacron's legs away, but the dark god's strength was clearly greater than his and he didn't budge. He tried to lunge toward Purgatory with an energon-curdling roar, fighting the legs, but they still wouldn't move!
It was then that the mortal acted, utilizing his skill with whips and his own great strength to whip the chains around the creature's chest and arms, tightening with all of his power. For a mortal, he was powerful. But he didn't know he was trying to hold back another god. He whistled, "Wow, nice roar. Quite the beast, aren't you?"
The beast shrieked in rage, one hand flailing. He tried to slash Purgatory's face through the chains but he couldn't move his arms as he struggled. And then Purgatory realised that this mech was not ordinary when the dragon bot's voice thundered in his mind via telepathy, "KILL!"
"I made him that way," Primacron said, sounding pleased as the bot struggled hard in the chains, and it took all of Purgatory's strength to keep those chains on him.
He pulled at the chains, tightening them. "Mm, I do so love your taste. He's big," and he tied him up.
It was then that the Dark god got up and brushed himself down before going over and helping to chain up the god mech's legs, and it was at that that he stopped struggling.
His expression was shocked, confused… and he once again heard that voice in his mind, although the tone was surprised this time instead of murderous. "Master?"
"Cronus, this is Purgatory. Purgatory....Cronus. Now be polite and greet him properly, pet,"
Oh, Purgatory mentally cackled in evil glee at that word. 'Pet' … so this was his pet.
Cronus turned to Purgatory and his optics glowed, a sign that Purgatory recognised. He was a fire user himself, although he couldn't breathe it, but he could see that Cronus was about to spit fire and melt his face off unless Primacron said something from the way his mouth opened slightly, revealing a fiery glow.
"Don't. You won't like it if you hurt him,"
Primacron's own optics flared, and when his do … well, the mortal could tell the God would be angry and clearly Cronus knew that, because he choked on the flame he was about to blow, smoke rising from his nostrils.
"Why hello there, Cronus," Purgatory purred, finally greeting the strange being and looking amused at the fury.
"But... But master..." Cronus glared at Purgatory in a way that clearly said he wished he could rip the mortal apart. "Why can't I hurt him?"
Purgatory smirked back, highly amused by how tight a leash this pet was on. Such a big, powerful mech controlled by someone so small … normally it was the other way around. The irony amused him to no end and his amusement could be seen in his optics, a total opposite to how Cronus' eyes glowed in feral anger.
"Because he's our guest," Primacron caressed Cronus' cheek, and then he stood up and came over to the mortal, standing on his toes to wrap his lips around Purgatory's mouth in a dirty, tongue-tangling kiss. The 'copter was not much of a kisser … but oh, the god could blow his mind with the way he kissed so dirty and his taste… he really was lust in a physical form.
If Purgatory had been concentrating, he would have seen Cronus' optics grow wide, like apples. He let out a screech that could shatter a normal mechs audio processors, but Purgatory had his muted since he had first heard him snarl. Then he heard Cronus bellow into his mind once again.
"NO! HE'S MINE! MINE!"
The mortal ignored him, being obvious as he groped Primacron's aft under the long cloak…
"He's jealous," the god told Purgatory privately while they kissed, and the mortal could feel Primacron's body grow warmer while they were pressed together.
"MINE!"
Suddenly, Purgatory jolted back, breaking off the kiss as he clutched his head. He didn't know what had just happened, but it felt like someone had grabbed his CPU and crushed it in their palm! He panted a couple of times before managing to say, "I think your pet just attacked my processor…"
Primacron frowned. "Are you damaged by it?"
Cronus did so again, more viciously than before.
He growled, jerking back again. He was somewhat more prepared this time around and he was able to take the blow without wincing. "Think he fried a chip, so yes."
Cronus lips were pulled back away from his fangs, all his attention on the 'coptor bot. He got ready for another attack.
"Hm...well then," the Seeker spoke out loud now. He turned to the dragon bot on the floor and picked him up by the throat. He was so small, yet he picked Cronus up like a feather. "You are misbehaving, pet. You know very well I loathe disobedience!"
Cronus stared at Primacron, disbelief in his optics. "You are not his! You are mine! You said so yourself! Let me kill him, master, please, he is unworthy of you!"
Purgatory rubbed his forehead and scanned for damage, and noted it was minor. He had been concentrating on that so he had not heard Cronus' words. The pain he felt from the blow hurt, and not the kind of pain he liked. He watched Primacron heft Cronus' body like he weighed nothing more than a sack of energon cubes, and he whistled, "Whoo boy, that's some strength you've got, Lord," the 'copter cracked his knuckles.
The god laughed at Cronus and looked over at Purgatory, the amusement cold and his optics colder. "He thinks you're not worthy of me. Ha! Maybe you should do to him what you did to me, so he can see how worthy you are of me," he snickered, eyeing Purgatory as he said, "Maybe someone will learn something from the experience."
"Do to...me?" The voice had gone quiet, unsure …
An evil grin spread across Purgatory's face at that. "I would enjoy that ... very much."
Understanding seemed to dawn on the dragon, a horrible look crossing his face. "NO."
The Seeker looked slowly up at Cronus and his smile was filled with pure malice as he carried him to a corner of the room that had a table with shackles on it. The fright that suddenly crossed Cronus' face made Purgatory believe that this was a punishment of sorts, and the corner was a place that the large dragon feared.
"NO! NO! You can't do this!" Cronus cried out telepathically, the fear really prominent in his optics now.
As the dragon was shoved against the wall by Primacron, cuffs closed around Cronus' wrists and ankles until he was spread-eagle against the wall. Purgatory watched for the moment, not moving. He was enjoying seeing Cronus be so roughly treated by his master.
"Too bad. I already am. You got yourself into this," the god said, looking coldly amused by Cronus' fear.
Cronus tried to close his legs,his thighs quivering from the pressure he tried to exert on them.
Purgatory followed Primacron, and looked up at the demonic mech. By now he had figured out that Cronus was not mortal, and the fact that he had another god in the room … especially one that was almost as pretty as his master? Well, Purgatory was not going to pass up the chance to add this one to his rap sheet of who he had fucked in his life.
"Hmm .... I hope you have another one of those tickle rods. Although I wonder if his back breaks as easily as a mortal's?"
"It should. I made him that way..." Primacron replied, going over to the crank as Cronus continued to struggle.
The mortal reached forward and took the codpiece off, looking at the size. "Impressive."
"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Cronus snarled at him, fangs dripping with mech fluid.
"Make me stop. Although, you wouldn't want to anger your master would you?" a sick, amused grin crossed the mortal's face. Purgatory noticed that the dragon had a strange jack, unlike what he had seen before. It seemed to have a softer casing over it and there were some tiny pipes on it that looked as if it carried lubricants. What a strange and unique design! So, Purgatory stroked the jack, rubbing roughly while Primacron tightened the chains with a crank so Cronus couldn't even move his limbs. It would hurt more for the dragon because there was no slack.
"You have no say in this," Primacron straightened and looked over at Purgatory before pulling that rod from subspace. "This little old thing?" He held it out in an offering. "Would you like to play with my toy with this?"
Cronus grunted at the touch, the pain obvious on his face in how he clenched his teeth together. "Master, master, please, don't let him do this."
Still rubbing, he turned to Primacron, "Mm, that would be fun. If you don't mind, that is," he dug his claws into the jack when it stood tall while Primacron handed over the ramrod.
Cronus bellowed in pain.
"Oh, nice scream," he licked his claws, which were dripping. So, he was right, this jack had lubricant tubes in it.
"Master, please!"
"Where's your sense of fun?"The master said to his pet before flinching at the scream. He blinked and then laughed, and Purgatory realised that he obviously wasn't prepared for Cronus to be screaming yet.
"Save me! Primacron, SAVE ME!" Cronus convulsed violently, his wings and helmet slamming back against the wall. His voice was terrified and it only served to add fuel to the fire of lust, and Purgatory licked his lips, savouring it.
Primacron chuckled at that. "Oh, look, I think he likes it."
"Hmm, I think he does ... maybe he'll like it..." And he removed the rod and shoved it up Cronus's port, or tried to. "...here more? I know I did."
Cronus shrieked, the rod not fitting in his tiny port.
"Oh he's a tight one!" he made it so it did fit. All the while Primacron watched Purgatory as he worked, but the 'copter was focused on playing with Cronus right now, so he didn't notice that the Dark good seemed to be eyeing him in a way that meant he was getting a bit horny from the show…
A harsh, choking sound escaped Cronus mouth as Purgatory shoved the toy up his port. It barely fit, and the mortal could hear things inside there groaning. While he did that, Primacron came over and kissed Cronus as if in distraction, but the dragon turned his head away and vomited to the side, and the Dark god barely got his cape out of the way in time.
The 'copter zapped him some more before pulling the rod out and turning it off, then licking it.
"Mm ... your pet tastes pretty good. Wonder how he'd like it if I did the same thing to you?" he said to Primacron.
"I wouldn't mind that up my port at all," Primacron purred, smirking with a bared fang.
Suddenly, Cronus lifted his wings and drove them into Purgatory's sides, optics blazing as he tried to rip the mortal in two. He winced, growling at the attack. He wouldn't be ripped so easily! "Your pet has bad manners,"
Cronus smiled at that and applied more pressure, trying to rip him. His bearings started to groan from it and the mortal knew that if that kept up, he would be ripped in two. Cronus tried to pull him close to be able to do it, but then the mortal set his hands on the wings, managing to pull them out of his body with some effort.
"Hm, Purgatory?" Primacron was glaring daggers at Cronus, and leaned back against the opposite wall and held onto the chains of the shackles there. He didn't lock himself in, he just held the chains. "Come here and touch me."
"As you wish," it seemed that the dragon wings were the weakest part of the god's body. He snarled and used all of his strength to pull on both wings, tearing them in half. Energon spewed from the broken fuel lines, drenching Purgatory in the blood of a god. He dropped the halves he had torn off onto the ground, dusting his hands and feeling the damage done. Some leaking lines and torn armour, but nothing that couldn't be fixed.
"Show him how to please me, since he doesn't seem to know how," Primacron smirked at that and licked his lips as if the pain about to erupt was a sweet nectar.
Purgatory licked his fingers when the energon hit him and then went over to Primacron, grabbing the dark god and resuming that kiss that had been so rudely broken off earlier, clawing the dark gods back and feeling the now hot armour. It was clear that he had enjoyed the show.
Cronus let out a roar of rage despite having his wings torn in half, seeming to ignore the pain. He struggled against the bindings. "NO! DO NOT TOUCH HIM!"
During the kiss, Primacron looked over Purgatory's shoulder at Cronus. And he slid one of his long legs around Purgatory's waist, drawing him closer before breaking off the kiss. Purgatory licked his lips as he tasted the energon, and Primacron did the same to his cheek.
"Mm, you taste great covered in mech blood," the Dark god purred.
Purgatory smirked, "Why thank you, Lord," he stroked along Primacron's thigh to his aft before boldly picking him up, "Shall I take you or you take me?" if he had of been paying attention to Cronus, he would have seen the god glaring in intense rage.
"You take me...it's what he's always wanted to do. I never let him," Primacron whispered in Purgatory's audio, the subtle heat in his tone betraying his aroused state. It made the mortal shiver.
"Oh really? Then I am honoured," he grinned and laid Primacron on the berth near them, and in plain sight of the other god, he took the Lord of Darkness just as savagely as he had done earlier in the night.
The two of them paid no attention to Cronus as he made a low, keening sound in his throat. The made eye contact on overload, and it was a loud, messy one. Purgatory had realised on the first round that Primacron was a very messy plug, but he loved that. After they overloaded, the mortal moved down and licked that hot port, tasting the juices of a god. Primacron squirmed with a pleased sound and put a leg over Purgatory's shoulder. He licked him until the Dark god overloaded again in his grasp, and the 'copter gave him one final lick before drawing back with a smug smirk.
Then Primacron looked over at Cronus and smiled like the villain he was. That smile mocked Cronus and everything he had ever done. "Are you learning anything from this, pet?" he was breathless.
"M-master..."
"Heh, heh ... he's aroused. I'd say he learned something," Purgatory still had that obnoxious smirk on his face.
As if ashamed, Cronus shut off his optics, but his jack was leaking badly and it was clear the god was painfully aroused from what he had just seen transpire between the so-called 'worthless' mortal and the God of Darkness.
"Should we relieve him, or put on another show?" the Seeker caressed Purgatory's cheek with the end of a clawed finger.
"Hmm ... he's your pet. You should decide," Purgatory nipped the claw, sucking the finger. Damn, he liked hands, and Primacron's were gorgeous to him. He could smell Cronus' fear hanging in the air like an addictive musk…
"I should have you ride him with that wonderful port of yours while I take up the rear..." the god smiled at the prospect. "His face will be priceless."
Purgatory smirked evilly at that idea. "Oh, I think that would be perfect," he sat up and licked his lips. "Can ya move that table flat? Kinda hard to fuck him against a wall."
Cronus glared at Primacron. "If you do this... I will NEVER forgive you."
Purgatory whistled, "Nice, look there. Gotta love the defiant ones. They always break the best," he had broken a fair share of defiant beings in his life. It was so fun to see the strength drain from their eyes… to see them go blank and almost lifeless as they were turned to helpless pleasure drones with a Spark…
"Cry me a river." The mortal heard Primacron say to his pet as he gripped the chains and moved them so Cronus' hands were pinned above his head. Then, he detached him from the wall, literally dragging him to the table. "Look at it this way, pet...you will be attended by two people who find you very pleasing."
"He's really going to go through with this." Cronus said in disbelief.
Purgatory felt his back and made sure his self-repair system was starting to fix the damage that beast caused. He smirked before following the dark god and saying, "Look at his face. He looks so shocked..."
"He doesn't like to share. Do you?" Primacron eyed Cronus before shackling him to the table, then stood back. "Purgatory, have some fun...I want to watch for a bit," he said as he patted Cronus' cheek and kissed his forehead as if he loved him, but Purgatory knew that was a lie. He doubted the god of darkness was capable of love, just as he was incapable of it.
"So selfish," he said, in reference to Primacron's words, and he looked delighted at that. "A beast on a beast? I'd be delighted to."
Cronus watched him go and stopped struggling. "Stay away," he directed at Purgatory.
The mortal climbed on the table, holding the god's shoulders and smirking down at Cronus, "I don't think I need to remind you what got you into this in the first place. Disobeying your master is bad news. You sure you wanna piss him off by denying him a show?"
"Not my port...please..."
"I aint touchin' ya port." He smirked, "But you'll wish I had once you touch mine."
Cronus looked puzzled at that.
While Primacron went to sit on his throne and get some oil truffles, Purgatory slammed himself down on Cronus with a grunt, the spikes tearing into his jack without mercy, ripping the outer soft casing and digging into wires. He could feel his port stretch to accommodate the large length inside him … he had never taken someone this big had the sense to half mute his audios because in that moment, Cronus screamed so loudly the bowl holding the oil that Primacron was drinking burst, along with several other glass objects.
"Oooh, you're big. It's like being a virgin all over again."
And then proceeded to take Cronus just as savagely as he had taken Primacron earlier, clawing him and all. It was half the reason why he had spikes there anyway. To cause pain if anyone took him. Primacron was the first to enjoy it, and he liked that, because as far as he was concerned only people he deemed worthy would enjoy fucking his port … and it seemed as if that was true.
"Wow, Purgatory, you made him reach a new decibel level. Impressive," Primacron said from his chair, amused as he started licking the spilt oil off his fingertips.
"Why-UGH!-thank you," and he overloaded with a deep snarl, biting Cronus hard on the front of his neck.
"NO! NO! NONONOnonoooo..." Cronus shut off his optics and bit his lip to keep himself from making any noise.
Lubricant gushed from both mech's ports. Purgatory could feel Cronus' overload coming. "M-Master,"even his mind-voice was hoarse with shame as he peaked, "don't look!" But he let out a harsh roar as he came.
But Primacron did, licking his lips at the sight because Cronus' overloads were rare, but hot to watch.
Purgatory took it with relish, enjoying it. In that process, he infected Cronus with a virus. Jacks and ports were technically data receivers as well as used for pleasure, and virus's were often transmitted though the system because at the height of pleasure, a bot was most venerable. Sex was an effective war weapon in that sense, be it consensual or not.
Payback for earlier, bitch. He knew that Primacron would probably be immune to such a virus, but this bot seemed rather young … at least, he certainly acted young. Energon and coolant trickled down Cronus' ravished link as he pulled off, the spikes sending curls of the soft material and cut wires on the god's body.
"What did you give him?" Primacron said on a private comm.
"Rakills virus," he replied, "It wont affect you, and I doubt he'll realise he has it until he's in pain from the rust. Hope you don't mind," he had the vaccine in case Primacron didn't want that.
"I'll let him suffer with it for a few days...if it looks like he'll die, I'll cure him," he shrugged like it didn't matter. Sparks were jumping around the god's jack, aching for more attention.
Purgatory stood up and smirked, taking a bit of fluids from Cronus' jack onto his finger and licking it. "You taste damn good. I like spicy energon."
Cronus stared at the wall, not answering. The mortal chuckled at him coldly and walked back over to Primacron, seeing the sparks.
"Shall I attend to you, my Lord?"
Primacron said nothing, but he used his foot to make Purgatory kneel before his jack, and the mortal got to work, scraping his fangs down Primacron's jack and doing obscene things with his tongue.
Primacron was different with him than he was with Cronus, the mortal noticed. He moaned a lot more and seemed less inclined to hide his pleasure than he did when he was raping someone. He used all his skills to make Primacron overload in his mouth with bursts of lightning while his fingers in the god's hot port were suddenly covered in lube, and he licked them. "Mm, you taste so good."
Primacron made a sound of approval before moving his leg so Purgatory could stand, and they both did. Primacron wobbled over to Cronus, still feeling the aftershocks of his overload. This amused the hell out of Purgatory as he followed.
The God of Darkness kissed his pet and then turned around and kissed Purgatory, and the mortal could practically taste the heat in his mouth. Oooh… it made him want more. Lust was an addiction, and he was falling hard into one with this gorgeous being…
"Mm, thank you for the invite. It was delightful company," he said as he pulled back.
There was a faint pat, pat sound on the ground, and the 'copter looked over to see mech fluid on Cronus' face, falling off his cheeks and onto the ground. "I will kill you,"he told Purgatory, voice quiet with suppressed rage.
And in response to the threat, he said, "You can try, little whore. I'm not easy to find." he watched Primacron clean him up. Cronus said no more to him.
"I had a great time," Primacron was petting Cronus' face oh-so-gently now...going from tormenter to comforter. Because soothing him always kept him compliant, but Cronus bit his hand.
"Stay away from me!" The cry was nearly a sob.
"Now, now, none of that. You need to be cleaned up," Primacron replied, getting out a soft brush and cleaning cloth.
"No! No, don't touch me, don't!" He writhed against the binds, "don't look at me!"
Primacron swatted him with the end of the cloth in irritation. "I'm not going to let you lie here in fluids that will stain your glorious armour." And he started to wipe Cronus' aft like a parent wipes a baby's butt, cleaning up the lubricant he leaked during Purgatory's ministrations.
"Please, untie me, please..."
Primacron stroked his forehead. "When you calm down,"
Purgatory noticed how gently he was talking to Cronus. It was such a strange contrast to the Primacron he fucked into the berth a moment ago … and he realised just what a talented actor the god was.
Cronus twisted his head away, as if he didn't want anyone to look at him.
Primacron licked the tears off his face and then threw a tarp over him in disgust. "Hmph, fine. Be that way," it was an almost sulky tone, and the mortal snickered quietly as he handed Primacron a new cloth to clean himself off.
Primacron ran the cloth over his body, deliberately smearing the oil. "Poor Cronus...he can't seem to accept a good time when I offer it,"
"Indeed, no appreciation whatsoever," he smirked at the show Primacron was putting on, "Want me to lick that off?" he asked, amused.
"If you want. Then you can wax me," he grinned, optics twinkling briefly at the thought. Meanwhile, unnoticed to the two of them, Cronus passed out.
"I'd be delighted to," he began licking the oil off. Primacron's armour was colder than most mechs', but it heated up quickly because of the black colour when the god was aroused. It was delicious. And after that, he proceeded to wax the god all over. When he was done, he was delighted when Primacron returned the favour! But … oh gods, did the god know he had a severe hand fetish?
If he did, Primacron pretended to be oblivious as he slowly waxed Puratory's chest, putting his hands on display. He watched the long claws splay over his own dark green and purple armour, and he met the god's eyes, optics glowing in arousal. "You know I like hands, don't you?"
"Mm, you don't say..." he played his fingers about Purgatory's face…
Purgatory leaned into that and said, "You're trying to rile me up again, aren't you?" it figured that Primacron would have an extremely high sex drive, able to overload over and over. He was lust incarnate, as that was part of Darkness, after all.
He ran his own claws down Primacron's now-shiny back under his cape teasingly, flicking sensors in the process. In response, the god arched like a cat and smacked Purgatory with the buffing cloth almost playfully. "That tickles. Make it hurt or stop,"
He smirked and growled playfully back, digging in and dragging, "Oops. I damaged your wax job. Looks like I'll have to do it all over ...."
"Can't you do anything right?" Primacron sighed teasingly, and if Cronus was awake, he would notice the difference in how the god spoke to him and how he spoke to Purgatory. Primacron never spoke playfully to Cronus!
"Hmm ...." Purgatory purred, "I guess not. Looks like I need to be punished, my Lord of Darkness."
"You need to be abused, used and...abused some more,"
Suddenly, the god took him by the throat and slammed him into the wall without breaking eye contact. Purgatory could see that there was no mistaking a genuine attraction there, but Purgatory believed that if the ancient scriptures were right about the god, it could go no further than that. All that was between them was lust, nothing more. But quite frankly Purgatory wouldn't have it any other way.
Purgatory coughed and rubbed his throat before he was shackled. "Ooooh, I'd like that,"he said before Primacron smirked and walked away to get something. Purgatory waited a moment before he returned and held his arm out as he walked, letting a cat-o-nine whip unfurl so Purgatory could see the tails. The very tips had small links of chain to add weight, and the mortal knew they would dent like crazy when he was smacked with them.
He whistled, "Phew, you don't do things by halves do you?" his medic was going to have a field day when he got back.
"Oh yes. And one more thing,"
"Mmm?"
Primacron pushed a button and the tips jumped with electric current, very visible in the darkness of the room.
"Okay, now that is just cool," Purgatory smirked in reply.
"As usual, the safety word is 'love',"
Without any further warning, he drew his arm back and smashed Purgatory across the chest with the cat-o-nine with a crackle of lightning and clang of metal on metal.
Purgatory shrieked at the impact. The sensations of the electricity and the dents it caused on his armour created a delightful, painful ripple of pleasure straight to his spark. And did Primacron look sexy cracking that thing or what?
Sometimes the god cracked it in the air and miss just to keep Purgatory's hackles up, but much of the time he did not--he whipped his chest, his legs, his arms and even his cheeks, keeping the strongest impacts concentrated on where his armour was thickest. It was clear Primacron didn't want to aim for anything vital.
Purgatory took it all with amazing stamina. It freaking hurt but it felt so damn good, he didn't want the god to stop just yet. He knew his limits, but he was nowhere near them yet and he was enjoying himself far too much to let his foolish body think it had had enough.
Primacron then gave him a good swat on his jack to test his pain threshold, it seemed. It was extremely high for a mortal due to all the experience the 'copter had.
"AAGGH!" he snarled out, panting in the mixed feelings. He could take one swat, but another one might hurt a bit too much for his liking ....
And Primacron cracked another one just above it, grazing the base just barely...maybe too close for comfort. Just one word and he'll give him a break...
"Too much?" the god asked, not sounding really concerned.
"AGH! I can take a bit more, just not on the jack," he replied, smirking despite how aroused he was from the pain.
Primacron drew back and lashed the cat-o-nine so the tails wrapped around Purgatory's neck and zap him mercilessly. Primacron's eyes flickered with an evil glee as the mortal arched up like a bow in reflex and shrieked. The sensations shooting across his jack, port and spark were driving him crazy! He panted as Primacron pulled back, "I'm gettin' warning signs. First time anyone's done that to me," he grinned.
The god grinned and shut off the electricity before he pulled the cat-o-nine away and laid it on the floor. He walked up to Purgatory and ran his hands over the injuries he caused, almost soothing them like he soothed Cronus after he'd been brutalized. It was a habit that Purgatory recognised from what he did with his pet.
"It's fun to see someone excited by pain…" the god purred.
He managed a chuckle before turning his head away and coughing up some energon. He realised that the god had done some severe damage and the attack from Cronus didn't help matters. Licking his lips, he looked back, "Judging by the toy you have, he doesn't enjoy it that much. Oh, and love, by the way," he needed a break, limits reached.
Primacron smirked and leaned on him a bit before he undid the shackles.
"Do I have to carry you?" The tone was sort of mocking, but not in a way that would piss Purgatory off.
"Lets see how well I can stand," he said, and only just managed it, "Okay, maaaaaybe I can't that well," he smirked, "I have got to get me one of those."
The god chuckled at that and lifted Purgatory over his shoulder like a sack of energon and carried him into his personal quarters, much to the mortal's surprise, where he dropped him on his berth. He fell on the berth with an 'oof!'. He wouldn't be getting up until his self repairs healed some of the damage. "I don't think I've ever met a Seeker, a mortal one anyway, who has that much physical strength,"
"Exactly why I rather like this form. Everyone underestimates me."
"So you could change your form if you felt like it?" Purgatory thought about Primacron as someone beefy like himself and dispelled the image because he liked the god the way he was. Sleek, sharp, and agile. And from what he had seen so far … extremely flexible.
"Mm, not really...I had to choose a form when the laws of physics were laid down, and Primus took a majority of the power. So I chose what came to mind first. Something sleek. Primus, by comparison, is a rather bulky mech. We're opposite in everything, I guess." The god shrugged and poured two goblets of high grade—one goblet was lead and the other was made of bronze—and he gave the bronze one to Purgatory. The goblets were spiked as well, like dog collars.
"Primus took your powers? Wow. Greedy bastard," Purgatory said, accepting the goblet with a 'thank you' and sitting up to drink it. "I like the sleek look. Even if I'm not so much myself," he was amused as he drank the energon. It was good stuff, but it dawned on him in that moment, really and truly, that he was speaking to someone who was older than the Universe itself. It had never really occurred to him right there and then that he was…
"Don't worry...I rather like big and bulky. Weak little things fall apart and crumble too easily," he said, as if remembering something that did…
"Mm, that Cronus fellow sure is big. He's a god as well isn't he?" that bastard had done that mind thing. Wanker. He was glad his little mod had hurt.
Primacron came over and lay next to Purgatory, then dripped some energon on his chest and licked it off, but he didn't play beyond that. He looked up at Purgatory with a wry smirk. "More of a demi-god, I'd say,"
"Mm..." Purgatory purred at the lick and ran his finger along one of Primacron's wings; the sharp edges had lots of lovely sensors to tease. "Demi-god? I see ... of what? Being a toy?" a smirk.
The Seeker shivered and laughed at that. All flyers, including Primacron it seemed, loved having their wings played with. "Some say he is the God of Destruction."
He ran all of his claws down the wings and back up again, rubbing them with his thumb, "Destruction? Interesting. It would explain his powers of the mind ..." he noticed that the Seeker's wings were rather small for a standard seeker, but didn't question it and kept fondling them.
"I wanted him capable of defending himself in the event he was physically incapacitated. Glad to see it works...I'm sure any other mech besides you would be dead,"
"Then I'm glad I was able to please you enough to warrant you keeping me alive," the mortal eyed him as he sipped his own drink. He pulled his hands back as Primacron sat up, looking at him with curiosity.
"What is your job?" Primacron asked.
"I'm a Spark hunter," replied Purgatory, letting his self-repair system do a bit more work before he sat up as well, and even then he winced. "I collect sparks in order to duplicate them, then sell them. Cloning technology was something that I developed,"
"I see…" the god's optics glowed a tiny bit brighter. "Cloning was something I originally tried, billions of years ago. I am pleased to see someone managed to finish my noble work,"
Purgatory grinned at him and then he realised he really needed medical attention, so he said, "I'll have to take you to my base … but perhaps another time."
"Yes … you should get yourself repaired,"
Inwardly, Purgatory wondered if the god disliked that mortals were so fragile in comparison to him. But then again, he could hardly be to blame for his weakness. The god helped him stand and once the mortal had gained his footing, they kissed, and Purgatory left the base to sleep, and fly home for another round of repairs.