Sparks
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Red Alert was a set of pleasures all of himself. He was loud. And Megatron enjoyed listening to the Autobot's shrieks. Pain, pleasure, anger, fear, the warlord didn't care so long as they were loud.
The red haired Autobot was dragged into the room, struggling and whimpering as Soundwave practically carried him. Megatron smirked. Red Alert was a head shorter than Megatron, a fair height, and he was slim, flexible. He was a few years younger than Megatron, but close in age. Blood red hair had a streak of white in it, running off the left temple and falling into his eyes constantly. Red Alert wore a filmy gown-like covering that stopped at his mid thighs. He was probably one of the more exposed concubines of the harem, his lack of self confidence making him shy away and attempt to hide himself from the optics of others.
"No! Nononononono!" Red Alert slammed himself into the doors as Soundwave left, the larger mech silent as he locked the door. Megatron watched the ex-Autobot security director as the smaller mech tried to wrench the door open, panic in his posture as he struggled. The warlord stood, coming up behind Red Alert and tracing a claw down the elegant curve of the Autobot's back to rest on his aft.
"What a lovely aft you have, Red." Megatron purred and the Autobot stiffened, turning his head slightly at the clawed hand moving his hair away from the back of his neck. "Sweet little Red…" Megatron murmured, kissing the back and side of Red Alert's neck.
Red Alert jerked back and tried to pull away, but Megatron curled his hand around the smaller mech's neck to hold him in place.
Reaching up to the small red audial horns on Red's head, the only part that didn't look human, Megatron stroked them and heard the small click and whirs of realigning circuitry.
Red Alert suddenly turned, a sultry look on his face as he grasped Megatron's hand and slid it down to his chest, arching his back and parting his lips invitingly.
"Yes, Megatron?" The Warlord grinned and pulled Red Alert towards the berth, gesturing with a clawed hand for the Autobot to follow him. Red Alert obediently did so, kneeling beside the berth when Megatron sat on the edge, legs spread wide and interface panel exposed.
"Lick." He ordered, grasping Red Alert's head and forcing his face to the panel. Red Alert obeyed, his glossa flicking out over the panel, lubricant slicking up the tightly latched panel. Megatron groaned and clutched at Red's head as he opened the panel, revealing his erect cable and warm port.
Red moaned and purred, licking the length of the cable before taking it into his mouth and suckling hungrily. Megatron watched the younger mech and smirked as he thrust his hips into Red's face, the china doll of a mech moaning and taking even more in. Just as he reached the edge of overload, Megatron pulled the other mech's face away and pulled him into a searing kiss.
Red Alert's horns sparked blue and suddenly he wailed in terror as Megatron groped over his body, trying to pry open the interface panel. The Warlord smirked and thrust his hips against Red's, eliciting another howl of terror and trying to wriggle out of the grasp. Megatron leaned up and bit one of the horns, causing it to spark in his mouth. Red Alert moaned and grabbed Megatron's shoulders, his legs wrapping around his master's hips and squeezing their hips together.
Megatron felt Red Alert's interface panel open and quickly thrust his cord into the hot, lubricated port, moaning and arching, the connection made. Energy pulsed over the hardline connection and Red Alert kept flickering from screaming in pain and fear to moaning and begging for more of the pleasure. Showers of blue sparks crackled through Red's hair and over the bed, even shocking Megatron's hands and face a few times, the pain still feeling pleasurable to his sex crazed mind.
Overload was slow and sluggish, oozing through their systems like a virus. Red Alert howled his pleasure to the heavens while Megatron let out a low growl, thrusting his hips into his concubine's, snarling in pleasure and possessiveness.
Red Alert was offline by the time Megatron finished and the silver mech grinned as he stared down at the supine body. Standing up he walked over to a table and picking up a long metal cord walked back to Red Alert.
He could still have some fun with his little Red…
Red onlined feeling cold and bound, standing with his legs apart, arms bound behind his back and a harness around his waist, holding him in his position bent over.
Trying to make a sound, Red realized quickly that he had a ball gag in his mouth and a blind fold over his optics. What was this?
He heard something and tried to turn his head, but couldn't do so. Well, this was uncomfortable. He could feel the soft breeze across his body and trembled as sensors were ignited and he tried to arch into the air.
Standing like this for what felt like an eternity was exceedingly boring and Red ran scans for the heck of it, it gave him something to distract himself from the increasingly hard to ignore pleasure of the breeze over his hot circuits.
Optical sensors: offline Audial sensors: 200% Neural sensors: 200% Chronometer: offline.
What in the name of Vector Sigma? Red thought as he reread the scan results. Audial and Neural sensors at 200%? That couldn't be good.
"Well, well, well… You look quite comfortable, Red." The Autobot concubine jumped and struggled at the sound of the voice, trying to scream through the gag as he felt Megatron pressing against his body. "Oooh…" Megatron groaned as he trailed his claws over Red Alert's back, claws digging into the dermaplating. Red Alert arched and writhed, screaming into the gag as Megatron thrust his hips between Red's thighs. Opening Red's aft vent, Megatron thrust his fingers in Red's opening, causing the smaller mech to arch and writhe, whimpering and thrusting back against the fingers unconsciously. Megatron leaned forward and nipped at the audial horns, causing them to spark and for Red to thrust back more urgently with a different attitude about the attentions.
Megatron chuckled. Red Alert was such fun to frag over: he would constantly switch from fear to anticipation when his glitch was stimulated correctly.
Megatron groaned and thrust into Red's aft, causing Red to whine and thrust back, Megatron's cable being squeezed in the incredibly tight entrance. Because there was nothing to connect to in Red Alert's aft, Megatron sent a pulse of raw energy directly to the wires and Red Alert was howling around the gag, the wires and cables of his aft conducting the energy and jolting Megatron forward, the warlord roaring at the pure, untampered pleasure skyrocketing through his systems.
"Glorious." Megatron growled in Red's audials, thrusting and sending energy through Red's body and his own again and again until Red Alert screeched and overloaded, blue electricity crackling over both their forms as Red's glitch ran haywire.
Megatron groaned and released Red Alert, watching the limp body hand from the harness before smirking and releasing him, removing all of the "toys" and calling Soundwave to collect the concubine.