14 – Night of Lights
I can see lights in the distance
Trembling in the dark cloak of night
Candles and lanterns are dancing, dancing
A waltz on All Souls Night, for many night time
Loreena McKennitt – All Souls Night
Purgatory returned to his base within a few hours to find it in a state of rather organised chaos. People were working overtime to compensate for the four lost workers, and the 'copter was setting up deals to secure new Sparks. He had only just remembered the advice Primacron had given him about the Primacronians, and had sent some people out to find them. Once everything was back to a state he liked it in, the copter leaned back in his chair in his office in a much better mood than the day before.
The hours passed and eventually he heard a ship pull in that announced the arrival of several Primacronians who had been chosen by Purgatory to work for him. He walked out of his base to greet the new workers and show them where they could stay since he had rooms available in the castle-like base. As he did, he noticed Primacron standing nearby, looking demure and almost unnoticeable within the small throng of people. The mortal blinked in surprise before grinning and deciding to play a little joke.
"I'm sorry; you're not an appointed worker. You can't pass this point unless you have clearance from me." He said to the little Seeker.
The god looked so hurt at that, but the 'copter knew by now that it was fake. "But I flew for half a day to get here," Primacron pouted, "Would you let me in if I sucked your jack?"
"Hmm..." As the Primacronian's looked on in some awe at the god they worshiped, and some were glaring at Purgatory, but one worshiper nudged the other to let him know that it was a joke. The 'copter eyed them and they ran off to find their new quarters and left the two of them alone.
"Suck my jack? No, no ... I don't like blowjobs. Or seekers, not at all."
"Hmph. Then I suppose I'll just go find a room and wait for you to change your mind." Primacron folded his arms and planted himself in the doorway as though daring Purgatory to try and push him out of the way.
"Nope, no can do. I'm going to throw you out right now." Purgatory walked over and kneeled down, grabbing Primacron around the back of his thighs and lifting him over his shoulder like he weighed nothing, and to him he did! Primacron was light to the mortal. "I don't like intruders in my base, especially you. Oh no, no, no ..." But he was walking in the total opposite direction of outside!
The god broke out laughing and one of the worshippers hanging around looked like he was about to panic, and took off to go and hide. Primacron didn't seem to notice at all, but Purgatory did, and was curious as to why, but didn't question it. Ah well.
Once he entered his room, he deposited the god on his bed. "So what brings you back to me after only a day apart, Primacron?" He purred, going over to the wet-bar to make him a drink.
The seeker pulled a cushion out of subspace and dropped it over the berth while Purgatory's back was turned. It looked a lot like the one on his berth, just rectangular to fit average berths instead of a custom job for his own. "I was bored."
"Oh? Bored already?" The 'copter eyed him over his shoulder as he shook up a fireball, just not of the gourmet variety so they didn't get drunk again. He poured the drinks out and lit them on fire like always, bringing them over and spotting the cushion. The mortal couldn't help but laugh. "I should modify my berth like that too." He passed the god a drink, "Here ya go, drink up. Afterwards, I wanna show you something."
Primacron wrapped his fingers around the container and drew the drink towards himself...and drank it while it's still burning, which eventually put it out when the foam on top got drunk down. He grinned with his teeth on fire and laughed out a little fireball before he swallowed, putting out the flames for good. "Oh, really? I enjoy your surprises."
There was the sound of footsteps as someone shouted something in Ancient, then all was quiet again. Purgatory sipped his own drink and gawked at Primacron with his teeth on fire. It was a funky image."W-wow ... hopefully you'll like it."
The god drank his Fireball slowly as a way of complimenting the taste of the drink. "Mmmm," he licked his lips, "I wonder what that fuss was about." He nodded at the door from where he had heard the shout.
"Oh, that." The 'copter chuckled and drank his own drink, swirling it around in the glass. "I forgot to mention that every fifty years or so at my base, this planet goes under a rather strange phenomenon when it gets closest to the sun. One of my oldest workers, Skyblast, believes it brings good fortune to me. And considering that good things usually happen straight after the event, I'm starting to believe him." He looked at the god with a somewhat shy smirk, "It is really the only thing we celebrate here. My workers use it as a night much like Beltane to get themselves completely plastered or have sex all night."
"Ohhh? Interesting." Primacron eyed the calendar on the wall where the date was circled and snickered a bit at it, as though the date was somehow significant. "Well then, happy half-Beltane." He toasted the mortal and finished his drink.
The 'copter toasted him back and drank the rest of his drink. After he was done, he sat the glass aside and checked the time, "Ah, should be starting any moment now." He turned back to the god, picking up the box of truffles and rust sticks Primacron had given him. "Follow me, please." He opened the door, waiting for him to step out first.
The seeker stood up gracefully and followed the larger mech out through the door and the Primacronians plugging against the wall stop to bow as he passed, and he gave them a look to remind them never to stop plugging, even on his account. "You're not going to give even a hint?" He asked playfully.
"Nope." Purgatory snickered and entered the elevator, waited for Primacron to enter, and then pressed the button to go to the roof. It took a moment before the door opened, and Purgatory stepped out onto the roof of his castle-like base.
The sky was at its rare extremely clear state, showing off all the stars. It was also unusually hot, even for night time. Like summer in the desert when it was only just starting to cool down. The secret of this planet was that the pollution from the volcanoes all over it caused a chain reaction in the atmosphere, creating three enormous tropical hurricanes that cleaned the atmosphere every fifty years, but unlike most hurricanes that froze the land below it, because the planet was so hot, it made it warmer! This left the sky clear and brilliantly black in the night, but it also left the sky open for another natural phenomenon that occurred during the same solar cycle.
The 'copter grabbed the seeker's hand and tugged him out into the open, sitting down with his legs crossed as he put the box of treats between them like popcorn. "Take a seat, it'll begin soon."
Primacron made a little startled noise as he was pulled forward, but he recovered and sat down before he looked up into the clear sky, then he leaned back, soaking in the warmth. "That is fantastic..." He purred, and at night he looked like a shadow personified, as if the hand he slid into the box was a shadow sliding up over the edge rather than a three dimensional limb.
"Heh, the show hasn't even started yet." He purred back to the god and leaned back on his hands, looking up.
Slowly but surely, gentle colours like curtains of light flittered across the entire sky as the planet was buffeted by a huge influx of solar wind. When the planet got closest to the sun at this time of the year, every fifty years, it got an onslaught of solar wind, which also helped create the massive storms, since the atmosphere thinned during this time. It also explained the heat. The auroras brightened and they reflected off Purgatory's armour and his optics as he grinned at the lightshow, flopping on his back with his arms folded behind his head.
The god ate an oil truffle and then, silently, invited himself to lay next to Purgatory in the crook of his arm so to speak with his head on his shoulder, face upturned to watch. He did not reflect the light—except for his chin stud and optics—and they reflected the beautiful blues and greens in the aurora, making them stand out brilliantly against the deep black of the god's armour.
Purgatory turned to him and smiled, then looked back up at the light show, not saying a word for a long time as the colours changed slowly from green to red, then orange to yellow. Down below on the ground there were distant sounds of partying going on, and he said quietly, "This is my favourite sky phenomenon on any planet."
"Some say they're a sign Primus is dancing somewhere in the universe. Others think it's a sign I'm destroying. I wonder which is true, considering I'm here." He held up his finger, pointing at the auroras, and they changed shape to look like two mechs plugging doggy style, and then he wrote Purgatory's name across the sky.
"Maybe it means that both gods are dancing, just in different ways." The mortal said, looking at him before looking back up into the sky, and he laughed at the changes being made, while down below there was a distant commotion. The name in the sky was reflected in his optics, and he asked, "Hey, can I guide your hand?" as he looked at him. He wanted to write something too!
The god smiled and offered Purgatory his hand. The name stayed in the sky without him pointing at it.
Purgatory put his hand over the gods and pointed at the sky, tracing the Ancient letters to spell out, 'Primacron is my ONLY god', and snickered when he finished, "I wonder what your brother would think if he saw that."
Primacron smiled a little shyly at that, it seemed, before he snagged a rust stick in his free hand and ate it his usual away, completely unaware that it looked like he was doing something else to it. "He would just smile like a fool and make another star."
"Heh, I guess so." And he watched the god practically blowjob the rust stick and he could not take it anymore. "You do realise what you look like you're doing when you suck on those things, don't you?" The mortal asked.
The seeker blinked at him in surprise, clearly obvious that he didn't.
"You look like you're sucking on a jack." Purgatory elaborated at Primacron's clueless look.
Primacron blinked again before smiling mischievously, and then he did it very slowly, just to tease.
Purgatory reached over and gave the god's little wing a little flick on the tip, which would be similar to rolling a nipple in his fingers. "You're a pervert." He snickered.
"Oh, and you aren't?" The god grinned, "Find the stick and truffle that were up my port yet? Use your olfactory sensors, I'm sure it won't be hard to find."
"I'm sure they were—ooh..." Purgatory purred as he found said truffle. "Mmm, extra special." He licked the truffle first before eating it, his optics brightening momentarily at the taste. "No, I'm totally innocent. Really."
Primacron rolled over without preamble and straddled him, then molested his mouth with a lewd kiss. "Of course you're innocent. Let me end it for you."
"Mmmm... defiled by a beautiful god, I can live with that." Purgatory reached up and stroked down the god's sides, 'The amount of filthy dreams I have about you...' He thought as he looked up at him, "Let us celebrate the Night of Lights in style."
"Do share them; I like the idea of causing you electric dreams." Primacron stretched his lithe body and arched his back to show off how flexible he was and to be a tease.
"Oops, I forgot you like to read my mind." Purgatory snickered and stroked his hands down the god's chest and to his stomach, tracing every sharp angle and point. "Hmm ... how about this one?" He sent the god images of himself with his wrists tied together as Primacron rode his jack like a cowboy. "I have rope."
The god paused for a moment, then leaned over slowly until his lips touched the mortal's audio. Then he spoke in a very sultry tone, "I demand you get the rope and offer yourself as a sacrifice to Darkness, Purgatorio."
Purgatory let out a purring growl at that. Oh, hearing Primacron call him by his Ancient name was quite the turn on. He un-subspaced the rope, "I will gladly sacrifice myself to Darkness, my god."
Primacron snatched up the rope and slammed Purgatory's hands down above his head; wrists crossed, and tied them in a way even the larger mech's high strength couldn't break. Then he yanked the mortal's codpiece off and discarded it with his own. He then took a moment to watch how the auroras created reflections on the 'copter's jack.
"Oooh, not so rough on this innocent bot!" Purgatory whined as he looked up at the god. He didn't reflect the light, but he could see him clearly because the auroras outlined his body, making him even blacker. "Mmm, my jack likes auroras too."
The god leaned back so his own glistened in the light too. "Heh, mine too." He stroked himself a bit just to tease his companion and then sat almost on the larger bot's neck to line his jack up with his mouth. "Suck, mortal." He purred.
Purgatory squirmed a little before smirking at him, moving his head up to lick the tip of his jack before slowly sucking on it like it was the tastiest rust stick in the world. In the mean time his own jack let off a couple of sparks, bright in the dark sky, even with the auroras.
The mortal could tell that Primacron was pretty darned excited from the heat of his jack – he was as hot as a Fireball, and the god got hotter as Purgatory's mouth aroused him even more. He reached back and pumped the 'copter's jack with his hand, keeping in time with the movements of Purgatory's tongue.
"Mmghhh..." Purgatory moaned around the jack in his mouth, sending vibrations down it as he sucked faster, enjoying the heat. He liked it, and it created a nice sizzle against the tongue. "I could suck on you all day." He moved to his hand, thrusting up.
"So could I." The god slipped free long enough to turn around and placed his jack back in reach while he took Purgatory into his own mouth in the 69 position. "Continue." The god purred before starting to blow the 'copter slow and deep.
"That's an honour," Purgatory moaned out loud before taking the jack back into his mouth as he shivered. Oh gods... "You minx!" He moaned again as sucked deeply ... then deep throated him.
The god gasped and moaned around the jack in his mouth, and he thrust very slowly so as not to hurt him—then the seeker started to deep throat as well, hard and fast.
"Mmmgh!" Purgatory moved his hips gently as well and he would have been holding Primacron's hips if his wrists weren't tied together. Gods, he didn't want this to stop! So he moved hard and fast one moment before slowly again, being erratic in an attempt to drive his god insane...
The 'copter knew it was working very well when he got a shower of lube all over his face. Primacron laughed around the jack in his mouth and pulled back, nipping all up and down its length with his dangerous teeth, sometimes biting until it hurt and sometimes not. And the god would get a shower of sparks all over him from those bites as Purgatory pulled back long enough to clear his face before sucking hard and fast, his goal to bring the god to overload as he was close to doing, scraping his teeth along the metal as he felt like it.
The smaller mech kept leaking lube everywhere and it was getting hotter and strangely, sweeter, as he got closer and closer... then he panted a few times and had to take his mouth off Purgatory as the overload hit and he let out a loud, snarling moan.
Purgatory got a mess on his face but he didn't give two shits as he sucked on the jack in his mouth when Primacron overloaded, still holding him there before pulling back slowly with one final lick to the tip. He was panting as he licked the lube around his mouth, sparking hard, as he was not overloading yet, but damn close.
As soon as Primacron was done he dropped down and sucked the mortal off as hard as he could, so hard it almost hurt, and bit the tip while his tongue flicked it repeatedly, almost as though the god wanted to drive him insane with lust. And it worked, oh it worked, and he overloaded with a loud snarl and arched his back, sparks flying everywhere and lube spitting out of the closed shutter of his port. Unlike the god, he didn't produce enough to fill a swimming pool. But what he did make dribbled onto the rooftop and left a small puddle.
Primacron shoved a finger up the spiked port and pumped it in and out just to make the overload last a little longer. This caused the mortal to roar in pleasure as his overload hit its peak, and he was knocked temporarily offline from it.
Purgatory woke up when his wrists were untied and he had a really stupid grin on his face that clearly said he had really enjoyed himself, and he saw Primacron's victorious smirk above him.
"Mmmmm ... I must be dreaming to see you here." The 'copter winked at the god, panting a little as his systems worked to cool him.
"Funny, most consider me a nightmare." The god flashed him a grin that was white against his dark features, and he moved closer as he bent down to give him a lewd kiss and taste the remnants of his own lube.
"Mmmm..." Purgatory reached up slowly and put his hands on Primacron's shoulders, now a bit worn out from the recent hangover, work and a damn fine overload. "I don't think I could ever consider you a nightmare. Not really, anyway." He said after pulling back from the sizzling kiss... "Well, not when you do that to me."
"Don't anger me, and I'll be in any dream you desire." The mortal noticed that it wasn't spoken as a threat but as a truth. Primacron lay next to the 'copter and watched the sky some more.
"I certainly will try not to do that, and not because I imagine things go boom when you're angry." Purgatory chuckled, putting an arm around the god's shoulders so he laid on his arm, pretty much, and looked up at the sky as Primacron snickered in response.
Now there were brilliant streaks of blue along with purple and green with a hint of red. Purgatory was quiet for a while before looking over at him. "Were you lonely?" He asked softly, finally realising why Primacron must've showed up.
The god stiffened at the question, so much so that the mortal felt it and put his hand on a slender black shoulder. "You were, weren't you?"
"...Gods don't..." Primacron seemed to realise what he was saying, but finished anyway, " ...get lonely."
"Oi," Purgatory said with a wry smile on his face. "How many years was Cronus with you? Anyone would feel lonely after having him around for so long only to now live in a silent house. I know I would be if everyone in my base left."
The god slid away from him a bit suddenly and stood up, walking over to rest his hands flat on one of the parapets, hiding his face from the mortal as though to conceal an ugly emotion.
The 'copter sat up slowly and he covered himself, wiping off the lube still on his face before slowly standing up with a small sound. He shook himself a bit before looking up at the curtains of light in the sky; they had turned completely green. The mortal walked over to Primacron and touched his shoulder, "Hey," ... then reached over and gently put a hand under his chin so Primacron faced him, "When you feel lonely, give me a call." As he let go, and smiled, "I dunno how much help I'll be, but I'll keep you company?"
The mortal could have sworn that for a split second, Primacron looked genuinely sad when he faced him, but he masked the expression just as fast and Purgatory wondered if what he had seen had really happened.
"If the people in this base knew I felt such a petty emotion, they would cease believing I am who I am." Primacron said harshly.
"Then they would be foolish to think even the gods don't feel some emotions." Purgatory said to him. He had not noticed the sadness; he thought it was a grimace. "Just because you can't feel love doesn't mean you don't feel anything at all, Primacron."
"Do not confuse can't with shouldn't." The god replied, less harsh this time, and he turned away again.
The mortal stared at him as he turned away, wondering what he had meant by that. Darkness couldn't love... that was the most well renowned legend on Cybertron, which accompanied the legend of Primus loving everyone. So he asked, "You don't think you should feel anything at all?" He asked, and there was genuine curiosity in his voice.
"I don't know." The seeker smashed his hands down on the stone parapet and it cracked a little from the blow. "No matter how much knowledge I gain, I feel like there is still more I don't know! My existence is chasing a rainbow that was never really there! I lose everything I—" he cut himself off and growled low in his throat, and this time it is a sound of true frustration.
"...I lose everything I dare to hold onto."
Purgatory was surprised by the sudden anger as he took that in, thinking hard for a moment. There was a silence as a gentle warm wind came through the area, rippling the god's cloak. The mortal sighed a little and then looked back up, and said, "Do you remember what I said to you when I found you in that asteroid? When we almost killed each other having angry sex? Or killed me, I should say." He added as an afterthought.
The god folded his arms and said nothing, lips pulled into a thin line.
"I told you that the only use for the Spark in my chest was to come back and haunt you with it, regardless of whether or not I make your brother able to see me." He continued since Primacron refused to answer. "So ... technically that means I have no plans to leave you, does it?"
"That doesn't mean the Fates won't find a way to rip you from me like everything else." Primacron replied so bitterly that Purgatory actually felt a bit sorry for him, and it seemed that the seeker couldn't stand the beauty of the auroras anymore and swept past his companion to go back inside.
"Pri—" Purgatory lowered the hand he raised as Primacron left the rooftop, rubbing his forehead with the other. He was not really made for dealing with this kind of emotional slag, and when did he even start to give a damn whether or not Primacron felt loneliness? Certainly they were attracted to each other... but was he really so addicted to having sex with him that he would spend the rest of his life and death plugging him? Ugh, he couldn't take the mental monologue and he went inside as well. "Oi." He said softly.
Primacron didn't move or say anything to him, so Purgatory didn't say anything else either, but the god probably didn't realise he was actually in the elevator, which was large enough to fit several mechs. He walked in silently and doors slid closed softly, and the mortal pressed a button to take them to the floor his room was on. The elevator shuddered gently before opening again moments later, and as the doors opened, he stepped out, looking back at the god questioningly to see if he would follow.
He did, slowly, his head ducked when he usually held it high and his expression was a mask.
The 'copter led him back to his room, and when he did he turned back to the god, "Lets get some sleep? I'll make you breakfast in the morning, unless you want something now?" He went to sit on his berth, not used to the cushion and sort of had to remind himself momentarily of where he was.
The god rubbed the back of his neck, "I think I need a long nap...I'm out of sorts and it's usually a sign my powers need to regenerate."
"Heh, okay, specify 'long' for me in mortal times so I know not to let anyone bug you if you sleep for a month again." The mortal said with a smirk, patting the spot beside him so Primacron could sit down.
"A month sounds good. Hopefully I won't present an obstacle if I settle down right here."
"My berth is big enough for two people." Purgatory replied, grinning at him, meaning that no, Primacron was definitely not an obstacle!
The seeker smirked and lay down, pulling the blanket up with him. It was funny--the cushion was black, but the blanket was cherry red and against his dark form it seemed strangely brilliant.
Purgatory lay down beside him so they were facing each other, pulling up the blanket over Primacron's shoulders for him. "See you in a month." He replied softly. "I'll mark my calendar and make you something nice when you wake up, okay?"
The seeker smiled at that and kissed him on the mouth. "I'd enjoy waking up to your face..." And the god drifted slowly offline.
"Goodnight." Purgatory said softly with a smile, and then he drifted offline himself.