Disclaimer: I own nothing. Transformers is owned by Hasbro. This has slash, no like, no read. This is how Demolisher and Cyclonus became sparkmates. This is strictly a fan fic.

Demolisher was moping around the Moon base. He was one of Megatron's soldiers, and was proud to be a Decepticon. He was a soldier along with Starscream and Cyclonus. While Demolisher would work with Starscream, he did not really care for the arrogant, defiant bot. Demolisher knew he was gullible, but he was not gullible or trusting enough to go up against Megatron like Starscream. Cyclonus was a bot who just liked to go with the flow and had a maniacal laugh when he was not off napping.

Demolisher noticed one day that Cyclonus was acting strange around him. Demolisher watched one time as Cyclonus, who had no knowledge that Demolisher was around, acted out in a bizarre manner. Cyclonus was looking at a datapad and self-interfacing. Demolisher thought that Cyclonus had blown a circuit, but he could not help but stare at the beautiful mech. Whoa – wait a second – did I just say beautiful, Demolisher thought to himself. Questioning his processor, Demolisher still could not look away from the crazy, beautiful mech standing in front of him. Demolisher could feel his spark ache as he watched the helicopter frag himself off. Demolisher kept silent, so that the show would not stop.

When Cyclonus finished, he lay down in his recharge birth and fell into a deep recharge. Demolisher quietly entered Cyclonus's chambers to see what was written on the datapad. Demolisher knew from previous experience, that once Cyclonus was deep in recharge he was, what the humans referred to, as "dead to the world."

As Demolisher neared the datapad, he "held his breath." He was deeply interested in what got Cyclonus so horny. Demolisher quickly scanned over the datapad, copying it to his processors so he could copy it onto another datapad. Demolisher was not the smartest mech in the world, but he knew that Cyclonus kept this datapad private for a reason and would be frantic if it was lost. So with the copied data, Demolisher headed out of the room, and quickly ran to his own quarters, which was far enough away from the others that no one would disturb the tank.

Demolisher was now in his quarters and used a blank datapad to write the story he found in Cyclonus's room. After he finished writing it out, Demolisher began to read the erotic story.

(story)

Cyclonus was sitting in the berth, port exposed and cables pointing straight out. Cyclonus had both hands and feet tied to the berth. He was helpless and awaiting the approach of his master. Cyclonus's optics were offline. He could not see when his master would approach or from where. The exposure left Cyclonus hot and horny, waiting for the touch.

Suddenly, the light touch came from a strong, firm hand. It gently grazed along the outlines of Cyclonus's armor, tweaking little wires here and there. While the one hand played with delicate wiring, another firm hand worked the cable s little bit before entering the port to pluck even more sensitive wiring. All Cyclonus could do was moan as he could feel his systems heating with the alternating soft, delicate and rough plucking of his exposed wiring. Cyclonus wanted to moan, but was unable to as the larger mech covered Cyclonus's mouth was the master's own, as the master stuck his tongue into Cyclonus's mouth, tasting all the goodness in the sweet, innocent mouth. Cyclonus melted into the kiss as his fans started kicking in. He was close to overload, but master kept the horny bot just on the edge, as master comes before his eager underling. The master, cable already hardened and port secreting fluid, lined up the cable for a direct shot into Cyclonus's port. The sensation in and of itself was nearly enough to overload Cyclonus, but he held out as he knew he was not to overload before his master. At first the master started gently, but soon the thrusts were rough, but still caring. Cyclonus's moaned over his overheated system was close to boiling over. The master, knowing his underling was close to overload, asked his captive a question.

"Cyclonus, I will only ask this once, and I want the truth: Will you bond with me and become my sparkmate" the master asked. Cyclonus was in heaven, he thought his master would never ask.

"yes…yes...yes" was all that Cyclonus could utter, as his few logic processors had shut down and lust ruled his body.

"Very well" said the master, "Open your chest armor."

Cyclonus obeyed, unaware that the master had already opened his spark chamber. Cyclonus could feel the heft of the mech on him, the two sparks dancing dangerously close. Then, Cyclonus felt it, and let out a loud, lustful moan as the two sparks bonded. First the master overloaded followed by Cyclonus. Both bots were in absolute bliss. As they came down from the interfacing high, the master released his underlying, and settled Cyclonus gently in the berth.

"Rest, my sparkmate, for you deserve it." Replied the master, Demolisher.

(end of story)

Demolisher could hardly believe his optics. This was a story that had been written on the internet. The author was anonymous, but apparently, Cyclonus was getting off to this very story. Maybe, thought Demolisher, maybe Cyclonus's spark is calling out for me just like mine is for him. Demolisher then noticed that he too had gotten off from reading the story. He wondered what would happen if he tried it for real.

So Demolisher sneaked back into Cyclonus's room, and as Cyclonus recharged, Demolisher tied up the bot and painted his optics so he could not see. And in the most commanding voice he could muster, Demolisher woke up Cyclonus, who as sleepy as he was, realized that he was set up just like in his fantasy, however, this was real as Cyclonus felt the hands on his chassis and his cable. Cyclonus, unable to do anything else, played along with this master bot, whoever he was. Cyclonus's spark was anticipating what was to come.

As both got closer to overload, Demolisher as "the master" asked Cyclonus if he would bond with him and be his sparkmate. Cyclonus bleary-opticked and turned on said yes. The two bonded at that moment and became sparkmates. Cyclonus could see, during the spark bonding, that the "master" behind all this was Demolisher. Cyclonus could not have been happier. Not knowing how Demolisher knew, but Cyclonus had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

As the two came down in a post-interfacing haze, Demolisher removed the ties from Cyclonus's legs and arms, freeing the mech from his bonds. Demolisher even cleaned the paint off of Cyclonus's optics. Cyclonus, loving the attention and care from Demolisher, leaned over and gave Demolisher a big kiss, as well as started rubbing Demolisher up and down. Demolisher was caught off guard as Cyclonus now pleasured him, but it did not matter anymore, the two love birds could not keep their hands off of each other. And so the two bonded and became sparkmates, just before Starscream left to join the Autobots.