25 – That little thing called love
I've found the love of my life,
This time I know this feeling is right,
So baby take my word on this,
My love for you is in my kiss,
Ultrabeat – This love's for real
Purgatory whipped around when the bathroom exploded and he spotted Primacron standing there for a split second before he vanished, and the ghost could sense him on the roof. So, the 'copter stood up and he mentally slapped himself for what he had discovered and couldn't deny, no matter how much he wanted to right now.
He sensed the god's position and decided to appear behind him, so he teleported up to the roof of Twister's bar and saw the god standing there, looking regal in moonlight.
"Primacron?" He hedged, looking at him. He didn't look happy at all...
The god balled his hands into fists and softly said, "I'm alright."
The 'copter nodded to that; if Primacron didn't want to tell him what was wrong, he wasn't going to pry. "Want to head back?" He asked.
"Have you been feeling... strange... lately?" Primacron asked suddenly.
Purgatory did not want to admit what he had just found out, so he said, "Other than discovering only a week ago that I can eat as much charcoal as I want and not get a fuel tank ache, you mean? What specifically?"
"I don't know," the seeker folded his arms and wiped dust off his own shoulders, "A feeling you can't put your finger on, perhaps."
"Mmm..." Purgatory pondered that, "well..." The 'copter looked very uncomfortable. "Yes. I guess so. Does being weirdly possessive of you count? I mean... yanno." Oh, that could be taken as a pun if the conversation wasn't so serious.
The god finally turned around and he walked up to the ghost and said softly, "you may want to lie down." He dug his claws into his back and started kissing up the broad chest before he looked up into Purgatory's eyes, and his optics were full of lust.
The bigger mech smirked at that and did as asked, looking back down at the god, meeting his optics with the same lust.
This time, though, Primacron was violent. It wasn't in a way that Purgatory didn't enjoy, only that the god looked so savage. The 'copter snarled and clawed him, returning the viciousness. When they overloaded, he dug his claws into the god's sides, tearing the metal in the most delicious way possible.
The seeker ripped a piece of plating off the 'copter when he reached completion. When he was done he pushed himself off and walked away a few feet, dripping energon and lubricant everywhere.
The 'copter laid there for a minute before he reformed his body. He sat up and looked at the smaller mech. He had never seen him this tormented... was that even the right word to use for the God of Darkness?
Primacron looked at the piece of armour he had torn off Purgatory before he let it fall into the street below. "Did you feel it that time, Purgatory?" he asked quietly.
Purgatory nodded. "Yeah. Kinda hard to describe."
"Primus butted in on me in the restroom. He thinks he knows what it is. Yet it's an impossibility, a contradiction,"
"Oh? But if you feel it and I feel it and neither of us knows what it is... hm." Purgatory folded his arms and thought about it, "if you think it's impossible… then you're probably right."
"It's the one thing most poets write about. It's what Starscream paints about. It's the theme of stories and music and art and what Primus is supposedly made of," the god clenched his fists again. "It is everything I am not."
Purgatory thought about this rather seriously and then his optics widened. "You mean..." he looked at the god, surprised, "Primus thinks it's that?"
"Laughable, isn't it?"
"I dunno, I mean..." Purgatory looked troubled for a moment but inwardly he was very relieved, and then he looked back up at him. "Who's to say it isn't though?"
"I cannot feel that. Only on Beltane, and then it vanishes with my Spark at dawn. This is impossible!" Primacron hissed.
Purgatory stayed silent for a moment and then looked slowly over at him. "I honestly don't know." He sounded awkward. "It's not really my place to know whether or not you can feel it. But..." he shrugged, "Who knows? Maybe you can, and just never knew it?"
The god wrapped his arms around himself and whispered, "I don't know."
The 'copter stood up. Because he was a ghost, he had already reformed his body completely, so he went over to Primacron's side and said, "I don't know what love is. I've never known it in my entire life. But does it matter?" he looked at the god. "Does that mean it changes anything that we do together?"
"I don't know," the god looked so… lost. "What I thought I know of myself is sorely challenged. I've always known myself, so this... scares me."
The 'copter had felt more scared about Primacron's reaction than anything else because he knew just as well as anyone that the seeker beside him could not feel love… as far as he'd known. But now that he knew otherwise… he was quite relieved. If anything, he was just freaked out because he didn't realise he could still love!
"Did you want to spend some time alone to think about this?" The 'copter asked.
The god shook his head and sighed. "No. It isn't you that upsets me at all. I guess I'm worried about my image to the universe. Me, a god who is only supposed to hate… falling in love. It's... it's poetic irony is what it is."
"Well it's not as though our love is what the universe sees as normal, you know." Purgatory said with a smirk. "Somehow I can't see Starscream going and painting about us ruining people's lives and call it love, do you?"
The god chuckled at that. "If he did, it would be a burning city or something horrible that no one would want to see."
Purgatory snickered. "Precisely." The 'copter ran a hand up Primacron's back and flicked his central neural cluster and rubbed it. "How about we head home and I'll rub your back with some hot oil?" The oil made all of those sensors practically hum in contentment, and ever since he had learned that Primacron liked things hot, he had used that knowledge to his utmost advantage.
"Mm, I welcome it. Who needs to think when you give the best backrubs around?" The god leaned on his companion and then said softly, "Let's have sex slowly afterwards again. Now that we know… this… I want to see if it's any different from when we usually throw one another around like toys."
The 'copter nodded and he warped the two of them home.
Once home and after Primacron had laid down on the round berth, Purgatory came over with some hot oil. He sat on the bed and moved Primacron's cape over his shoulder so it was out of the way, and then poured the oil on the god's back, rubbing it in to all of those little gaps where there were sensors, transforming wires and cogs. He moved his hands up slowly and back down, pressing into the good spots as he did.
"Mmh," Primacron started purring and his fingers dug into the cushion of his berth as he writhed in delight.
The ghost grinned, pleased with himself as he moved his hands up and rubbed into Primacron's neck as well before moving back down to the god's back. He loved it when Primacron purred almost as much as when he snarled and growled.
"You make so many delicious sounds." Purgatory said as he rubbed some hot oil into the base of where his spine would be if he were human, but on a transformer, there were a ton of sensors and wires.
"I'm not the only one," Primacron replied, his voice muffled since his arms were covering his mouth, and his back turned shiny with the oil. "No one has hands like you do. And if I find anyone else I'll remove their hands. You're only allowed to have talented hands around me."
"It's why hands are so attractive..." Purgatory said. "And why I like yours on me." Because he thought Primacron's long fingers and wicked claws to be quite the turn on. He then decided to surprise Primacron and ran some oil on the base of where his wings met his body, rubbing there with one hand while the other continued to massage his back.
The god gasped sharply and it almost sounded like he didn't like it, so Purgatory stopped.
"Don't want me to touch that?" Purgatory asked.
"Actually, I was going to say 'don't stop,'" Primacron replied and looked over his shoulder with a grin on his face.
The 'copter chuckled and kept going, all into the groves around his left wing joint while his other hand did the same to his right wing, using his thumb to stroke up the edge of those razor sharp wings.
The room was quiet, so all that could be heard were his hands brushing over the metal and Primacron purring, making it seem louder. Purgatory dripped some oil onto the god's wings and ran his hand across it in a caress, making them shine.
"Mmh, you are...so...asking for it," the seeker looked over his shoulder with a cheeky smile.
"Oh really?" Purgatory pulled his best innocent expression, which wasn't very convincing at all.
"I don't think I've ever offered you a massage," Primacron said in the quiet.
"Mm, I don't think you have." Purgatory returned his hands to Primacron's back and rubbed a neural cluster with the hot oil. He had sometimes indulged himself but he kind of preferred to do the work and watch his partners get all riled from his hands... but Primacron would be the only one he would do this to from now on.
"He massages, he sings, he plugs like a beast... what else have I missed?" The god growled in a noticeably heated tone of voice.
"Hmmm..." Purgatory pushed against that spot with his thumbs and rubbed deeply. "I don't think you've missed anything." Leaning down, he nipped the back of Primacron's neck gently. "Other than that it's all yours whenever you desire it."
At that, Primacron turned over onto his back and spilt the oil all over Purgatory. "Oops." He said innocently, "how clumsy of me."
The oil splattered onto the 'copter's chest and he caught the vial with an amused expression. "Oh dear," he took some off his chest with a fingertip and licked it. "Mm, tasty stuff, seems a shame to waste it..."
The god sat up and started to clean Purgatory off with his tongue, right over some very sensitive sensors which were associated with flying. The 'copter arched and shuddered deliciously when Primacron licked over those sensors. "Oooh right there, right there, right there..." He practically purred, even though he couldn't actually purr himself. So he just ran a claw along the bottom of one of the seeker's wings on the sharp edge.
Primacron licked him with a grin on his face and then he touched around the seam of Purgatory's spark chamber. It was then that he tensed up a bit and stopped for a moment.
The ghost's body reacted on instinct and there was a click when Primacron touched the seam. He held the god and felt him tense up as if realising something, and asked, "You okay?" softly in his ear.
"I'm fine. However..." Primacron slipped his fingers into the seam and opened the chest plates with a flick of his wrist. It'd be violating if he didn't just lay back and gaze at the Spark almost sadly. "I can only offer my Spark on Beltane."
Purgatory looked down at his chest, at his pale Spark which strangely had kept its dark green colour despite death. He shrugged. "It doesn't bother me that you don't have a Spark. I'm surprised mine still stayed when I died."
"Yes, considering I thought your ghost was your Spark for a time. But it's so typical of Primus to pull things like this. He's a little bit of a trickster, but his harmless jokes are just that—harmless." Primacron reached out to the Spark but pulled back before touching the glowing orb.
"Heh, I see." Purgatory watched as Primacron reached out to touch him and pulled back, so he took Primacron's hand pressed it gently to his spark. "Go ahead." He said, not worried. His spark was strong enough to touch...
Primacron grinned cheekily. "Green... it's fitting." He sat up on his elbows and gave it a lick.
"Mmmm..." Purgatory shuddered in pleasure. Primacron was the first person who had ever touched his Spark bare handed. The only other person who had touched it had done it through a shield, and that hadn't lasted.
Primacron continued to lick the green Spark, circling it and the sensors within its chamber with his tongue. The 'copter grabbed Primacron's shoulders as he started sparking from the contact.
"Oh, you are asking for it..." Purgatory rumbled, repeating Primacron's words back at him. His voice betrayed just how riled he was getting as he heated up.
"Oh, the big, bad ghost is going to get me. I'm terrified. Please, don't hurt me," Primacron grinned and now he was rolling his glossa around the outside edge of his Spark chamber.
"Mmmnngnnn..." Purgatory moaned, clawing down Primacron's back in reflex, but not viciously... "Oh, don't be afraid, seeker god, he'll make sure you enjoy it..." Now sparks escaped his codpiece, because that felt amazing.
Primacron took him to the edge of an overload before he drew back. On anybody else it would have been cruel, but in this case the smaller mech was just enticing him. He slipped his legs out from under Purgatory's and wrapped them around his waist.
"Plug me," he whispered. "You have oil in your seams; you'll be nice and slippery."
The 'copter was so riled up, but for once... he wanted to draw this out a bit. He ripped off their codpieces and thrust inside the seeker a little less furiously than he usually did. "Whatever happened to that slow sex idea?" He asked, holding Primacron's hip and shocking him before moving, just for the heck of it.
"Mmh—oh... we c-could do that now, if... if you want..."
"M-mm, alright, before w-we lose control..." because they always got all riled up and then went far too fast before plugging each other again and again... so he went slowly, building them both up even though they were both shaking from arousal, growling softly, and then kissing him.
Even his kiss was slow and the god still had bits of Purgatory's energy on his tongue. His port tightened so the 'copter had to push and pull hard to thrust—slowing him down and lessening the sensation a little as well as reducing the urgency.
Purgatory kissed the god, thrusting slower so they could feel everything, every smell and touch. He could taste the energy... smell that smoky, leathery scent that was the god and never failed to make him think of freshly blown-up bodies. It was a delicious smell... he could feel his heat... he moaned into Primacron's mouth as he thrust up and hit his sweet-spot node; it was scorching.
The seeker leaned over and nibbled the length of his neck, and Purgatory could remember seeing the god and instantly feeling turned on by him in that bar. Oh, that had been interesting, no one had ever done that to him so hard before! He growled at the bite and dug his fingers into that wing groove, stroking down it like he had before when massaging the gods back.
Primacron arched into that. "Oh, yes... more..." he dug his claws into the larger mech's back seams, finding sensors he usually attacked with the whip.
Purgatory groaned and used both hands to stroke both wing joints more and more, arching into those delicious black hands when they touched his back. "Oh gods ..." He moved a little faster, his body almost fever-hot.
Primacron's mouth fell open and his head dropped back, and the 'copter could tell that he was giving up control to Purgatory in that moment, which happened rarely. Even when the god took it, he seemed to always be in control.
The ghost moved his mouth down and sucked the god's neck when Primacron's head fell back. He nibbled and sucked as he tasted him, picking up speed, drawing the sex out as long as they could handle. He hung onto his control as he fought down every desire that they used to have to do it fast and hard, and he liked drawing it out. And his little moans and purrs were a testament to that as he tried to hit every little spot inside the god that would drive him insane.
The grip of Primacron's hands on Purgatory's back and the legs around his waist gradually grew tighter, and his port relaxed as his hips thrust downwards to meet each movement. His eyes did not soften but his steady stare had something in it that wasn't there when he looked at other people.
They moved as one, growing faster when Primacron relaxed, staring at each other, his own hands on the god's back and just next to his wing. And soon when they picked up a furious pace, sparks flew everywhere as Purgatory felt an overload coming, and he drew it out, smirking at the god as he felt the heat, the sparks, the lubricants... he was driving himself insane by doing this and he liked it, a lot.
Primacron released one hand so he could rub his forehead before he gripped him again and pressed against the 'copter harder, meeting those hard thrusts and baring his fangs in the process.
Purgatory growled deeply as he rammed into the smaller mech, on the edge, and it took all but a few really hard thrusts to have him snarling in overload, digging his claws into the god's back and shocking the god hard, wanting to send him over the edge as hard.
The god buried his face in the ghost's neck and made a weird noise, something like his usual moan except it was a bit shaky. Then he laughed softly and his head fell back, and there were tears all over his face in little gold streaks. They were still dribbling out, leaving a sheen on his optics but the god didn't seem to notice.
Purgatory panted and held the seeker close, and it was only when Primacron put his head on his neck that he felt the tears. He rubbed Primacron's back gently and looked at him in the face and brushed his fingers over the god's cheek. He didn't say anything, he just looked a bit amazed because, damn, that had been pretty intense... he didn't realise just how intense it was for the god in his lap.
Primacron sniffed and wiped his other cheek and looked gobsmacked when he realised what was on his cheek.
"I don't know why this is happening," his voice was steady, but quiet, "that felt so wonderful... why would I cry?"
"Maybe they were happy tears?" Purgatory replied softly, "it's possible to cry when you're happy." His optics were brighter with emotion, although he wasn't the kind to cry just like that...
The seeker laughed a little as they continued to trickle out. "You're welcome to kiss them away."
The ghost did so. They tasted sweet... but Purgatory showed emotion differently from tears. He put his head on Primacron's shoulder and buried his head into his neck, sighing in complete and utter contentment. He always got very quiet when he felt strange emotions, and amusingly, he just liked to feel another person close.
Primacron rubbed his back in a strange understanding. "You were left alone."
"Yes," Purgatory replied quietly. "You didn't think you could love because you had no Spark," he said, wondering if had read the emotions he felt the previous night from his Spark correctly and the words they shared on Twister's rooftop.
"I always believed they were the seat of that emotion," Primacron admitted.
"Funny..." The 'copter said softly as he turned his head and kissed the god's cheek a few times, cleaning up the tears on that side in the process. His large arms were wrapped around him as if to hide their little secret. "...I always thought that if someone can cry, they can feel anything, really." He had cried a lot as a kid but very little triggered that now.
"I wonder if I would have had Primus not granted me the liberty of remaining in contact with you," Primacron replied and leaned into the kisses.
Purgatory smiled and moved his lips to Primacron's other cheek, kissing the now dried tears on the other side away before leaning his head on that shoulder. "I'm just glad I grew powerful enough that I can keep my body solid enough so I can touch you. It would have been most annoying if I couldn't."
The god snickered. "Imagine trying to plug thin air. Mm, mutual masturbation could have been a way to take it. I do prefer this, though. A nice, big, rough mech to lay on top of me."
The ghost laughed and pulled back so he could look at his face. "Indeed. I much prefer to feel your claws on my body still..." he slyly flopped back on the berth, Primacron underneath him as he lay down, amused.
"You're nice and warm. I should put you in charge of keeping me warm when the heater fails." Primacron seemed none too bothered with having his companion's weight on him.
Purgatory chuckled and put his head on his hand as he leaned up enough to look at him while still covering the god with his body. "I'd be delighted."
The god thumbed a splatter of oil on the ghost's cheek and said, "is it really true that Primus is there to meet you when you die? I've seen so many sculptures that depict him standing there, holding out a hand as if to take and lead you. Are any of them accurate, or is it superfluous nonsense?"
"Mm, it's true." Purgatory replied. "When I died I was just floating on my back because the pleasure was so intense that I think I knocked myself out, and then I woke up and looked behind me and there was Primus. And I was still a bit groggy so the first thing I said was, 'Hey Primus, death was nice ... I have a favour to ask.' And he says, 'oh?' and I said, 'make your brother able to see ghosts. I want to molest him dammit!' And he just looked at me with this twinkle in his optics and the next thing I know, I was in your base, watching you get your optics poked."
"That hurt," the god laughed and started rubbing Purgatory's aft with his foot. "Well, I hope what we did a few moments ago was equal to that, because if it was, I'll do it to you more often."
"It looked like it hurt," Purgatory snickered and then he ran a claw over Primacron's chest. "Oh, I look forward to many, many more encounters of the delicious molesting kind, my god."
The god pulled him possessively closer. "My ghost," he kissed Purgatory on the mouth before pulling back, "sometime soon, we must haunt your old base of operations."
"Mmm..." Oh, Purgatory liked it when Primacron said that and kissed him, licking the dark god's fangs in the process. He snickered at the haunting comment. "I believe it was destroyed and then rebuilt. I have no idea what my heir uses it for... it should be funny to haunt it though."
"Heir?" The god looked curious. "Who was he?"
"Oh, it was Flatline. In the event that I was killed, which was extremely likely, he was left everything." The ghost shrugged at the mourning part.
"Oooh, him," the god grinned evilly. "Would seeing your ghost drive him to suicide like a fool to try and stay immortal? Or would he start looking for ways to continue existing as a spirit?"
"I have absolutely no idea..." the 'copter's optics glowed. "How about we find out later, after sleep?" He could tell Primacron wanted to nap. And while he didn't actually need to sleep, he liked to. It was relaxing.
"Mm...yes..." The god's optics were getting dimmer. Purgatory flicked the heat on for the berth and then watched as Primacron drifted offline. He did the same, and for once, he was completely content.
Early the next morning, Purgatory woke up to an empty berth, and wondered where Primacron was. He got up and decided to make something to eat, since he could eat even though he didn't need to, to sustain himself anymore.
After waiting a few hours with no sign of his god anywhere, Purgatory decided to nap on the sofa in the lounge room where there was a bar, a large holo-screen and several cushy lounge suites around a large fireplace, plus a book shelf with ancient tomes in it as well as hundreds of holo disks.
Several hours later the 'copter rubbed his face when he came back online and looked up when he heard a snicker, and smirked when he found Primacron standing by the door. "Hey, welcome back."
"You must be cloned and used to decorate all of my furniture from now on," Primacron almost ordered as he wandered over and sat on Purgatory's torso. "What I had to do turned out easier than I expected. So, I'm early, hoping to catch you masturbating."
"Aww, sorry to disappoint," The ghost replied in an amused tone of voice. "I'll make a note of having some fun right before you come home so you have something interesting to see." And as always, his hands wandered up the seeker's body, this time stroking up his thighs and then along his sides to his back. No matter what he did, he couldn't keep his hands off Primacron.
"Mmm," the god grasped both of the 'copter's large wrists and pinned them above the ghost's own head. "I have a... gift... for you," he said somewhat awkwardly.
Purgatory was tempted to make his wrists immaterial but that would ruin their game. After all, Primacron was the dominant one and he loved that. He noticed the awkwardness and grinned. "Oh?" they had given each other gifts all the time even if they hadn't seen it that way in the past.
Primacron smiled and lay down on top of his companion as if he was about to take him, but he stopped just short of sitting on his codpiece.
"The fun we had on Beltane won't be relegated just to Beltane anymore," the seeker said softly.
Purgatory noticed unusual warmth coming from Primacron's chest when they made contact, and his optics widened, "You mean..." he looked very surprised. "You have a Spark now?"
The god smirked. "Not a godly Spark... Primus still had to lay down some silly rules before he gave it to me. I'm sure he did the same when he let you return." The god shrugged. "If we're going to be together, I think it's proper we're able to fully enjoy Spark-sex."
Purgatory grumbled as he remembered what Primus had told him when he was busy training his body…
"I have granted your wish," Primus said, eyeing the ghost with warm red optics. "However, there are certain rules that will need to be followed, or you will not be allowed to remain in purgatory."
The ghost knew that if he disobeyed, he would never see Primacron again. Why this meant so much to him was something he couldn't fathom at this point. However, he gritted his teeth and nodded to the Light God. "Spill."
The Light God held up a shiny, black finger. "Rule one. You are not allowed to kill anyone from now until the day the Universe ends."
Purgatory growled at that. "And if my own life is in danger?"
"Self-defence is different, however I am aware that you have a habit of picking fights." Primus smiled knowingly. "So, if you behave yourself, you shouldn't have any issues."
"Don't talk to me like some Sparkling!" The ghost snarled, getting in Primus' face.
"Oh, but you are a child in age to someone such as myself." The god said with an amused smile.
"Che. Now I know why Primacron hates you." Purgatory said, whipping around and walking away, doing the movements because in purgatory, one could form a 'floor' anywhere with their own energy. "Well, spit it out. What are the other rules?"
Primus nodded. "The second rule is simple. When I call for your help for matters regarding the ghosts you now watch over, you must respond. At any time or any day."
"So, I have to work for you, basically?" The 'copter asked, turning around and pinning Primus with a glare.
"If you wish to look at it that way, then yes, you do." The god replied, folding his arms behind his back to clasp his hands together.
"Is that all?" The ghost said rudely, not impressed at all. But inwardly he was grateful to be given this chance. It was too bad that he was so terrible at showing it.
"Yes, that is all," Primus replied.
"Yes, I remember," Purgatory grumbled. The ghost was silent for a moment before he smiled and nodded. "Mm, I'd like that a lot." And Primacron had let go of his hands, so he wrapped his arms around the god's back and then turned serious. "If your Spark goes out... will you...?"
Primacron nodded, "yes."
"Then be careful," the 'copter replied softly, and smirked. "Don't want you dying on me."
"That would ruin a lot of fun," Primacron nipped Purgatory's nose, "namely, the end of everything. I'm not ready for that yet. But now I'm capable of bonding if I felt like it, which is kind of the point."
Purgatory chuckled and kissed Primacron's crown. "Indeed, I don't want the fun to end just yet.... but here's hoping I can still bond if I want to."
"We must test this theory," the god replied in a really bad impression of a medic trying to diagnose an issue.
"Mm, agreed. We should give your new Spark a test run," Purgatory grinned.
"Definitely," Primacron leaned down to kiss his potential bondmate when he suddenly sat up. "They're on the move. Hm, can we put this on pause for a few more hours?" he grinned cheekily, "I have a bug to squash."
Purgatory couldn't sense what Primacron could so he didn't know what he meant. He smirked though. "What's a few hours to the end of time?" he grinned. "Have fun squashing."
The god gave the ghost a deep kiss before he pulled back and said. "I'll be right back with the Spark of Thunderbomb's son." He warped away, leaving an after image behind.
"Oh, now I really will be masturbating when you get home," he replied and watched Primacron fade out.
Little did he realise the huge mistake the Dark God had made.