Pairing: TFA Bulkhead/Lugnut

Rating: Explicit

Details/Themes: Rough sex, dominance, gladiator culture

Battling Decepticons was not a pastime Bulkhead enjoyed. He would rather be painting, sitting among the music concerts playing in the park with Sari. But...interfacing with Decepticons was a whole different ordeal.

Bulkhead pushed off Lugnut and aggressively tackled the mech to the ground out of sight from the others. They growled and snarled at each other like mad animals, headbutting occasionally if servos were preoccupied. The heat of the battle made for little ability to control the spiking temperature between them.

"Autobot scum, you cannot match the power of the Decepticons!"

"Who? You? If you're the best they have, I pity Megatron," Bulkhead said confidently.

It earned him a punch in the face and one Lugnut almost pulled out his P.O.K.E. to do even in close range. Bulkhead immediately grew agitated and tackled the bomber. They rolled over one another several feet before Lugnut got the upper hand and slammed Bulkhead on his back while he stayed on top.

Lugnut roared, "I will not have you denounce the name of Lord Megatron and his magnificent army! I served in the pits of Kaon alongside him for years. They don't call me the Kaon Krusher for nothing!"

He tried to punch him again but Bulkhead caught his servo before transforming his other one into his signature wrecking ball and shoving it into Lugnut's abdomen, sending the other flying backwards off of him.

"I liked you better when you shut up and fought me like a real mech than a glorified stage fighter."

The bomber got up and scoffed, "As if you ever saw any of my battles in the Pits and our conquests of winning. Tell me, Bulkhead, when's the last time you ever won a fight and claimed anything worthy in the end?"

"Like I care what you won?"

"You don't even know what I got from my successes. If I won, I had everything I wanted including berth mates for the night. You have no idea how those fights brought out the best in us back then. But I can show you the true experience of the Pits right here, right now...every aspect of it."

Bulkhead snorted and prepared his wrecking ball again. Like bulls, they were determined to take the other down. Being the two largest bots on both sides, they felt compelled to prove it to each other. Unfortunately, the rules of the Pits didn't exactly apply in war and Bulkhead soon realized just what Lugnut was growing more desperate to claim victory for.

Before he could get Lugnut away, the bomber jumped him, pinning him down against the ground again. The purple mech nearly had smoke coming out of his vents with the ill-covered rage and brutality he was refraining from unleashing upon the Autobot. There was something new in his five optics, something darker.

"Victorious! Now...do you know, Autobot, just what happens when a gladiator victor doesn't have any spoils to take home for the night? They claim their opponents instead," Lugnut growled low.

Bulkhead could almost hear his processor backtrack on just what Lugnut was demanding. He got an even worse confirmation when his rival's interface panel popped open and a thick spike was revealed. He didn't admit out loud how impressive it was but more so, he didn't want to admit he had lost either. Staring into Lugnut's crimson optics, he knew there wasn't anything stopping the Decepticon from ripping off his own panel to claim his prize but didn't out of a very short-spanning patience of the realization to dawn on him.

Acknowledging Lugnut's silent call to respect the Pits, he released his valve array and waited. Lugnut quickly scanned it before positioning himself near the entrance. Bulkhead knew there was going to be no such thing as gentle with two large bots like themselves.

"Decepticon brute!" Bulkhead frowned, baring his dentae in a furious snarl, pushing at the mech's shoulder armor as Lugnut shoved inside him.

Lugnut fumed, blowing smoke from his vents and wincing as he engulfed himself in Bulkhead. "Chip to processor! You're no lightweight either."

Bulkhead grew flushed as his valve readjusted for the juggernaut's length. He almost headbutted Lugnut pressing his forehead against the other's in a more sedated trace. Then Lugnut thrusted hard again hitting deep nodes and Bulkhead moaned.

The bomber closed his optics and drove himself into the tight comfort he hadn't felt in years. It may have been an enemy of war but in the Pits, it never mattered designation or faction. The victor took what the victor wanted, and Lugnut wanted this badly. He grew amused feeling Bulkhead cling to him and nuzzled the tense Autobot's neck.

"Lugnut, please..."

"You like it rough, don't you?" Lugnut said, "Imagine being in the Pits during its heyday. You would have made an excellent gladiator and I would have loved to wait to fight you so I could claim you myself."

The green mech panted as his valve stretched more to the hilt of Lugnut's spike as the latter drove himself into a messy frenzy. Transfluid and lubricant spilled between them up until the end where both roared among their overloads.

As quick as it was, Bulkhead didn't hesitate to use his remaining strength to push Lugnut off him, the other not fighting back from such a gesture. He then spat, "You're cruel."

Lugnut got up as Bulkhead remained on the ground before speaking, adjusting his pincher servos and rolling his stiff shoulders. "Not so, Autobot, as you participated. If you truly hated it, you would have struggled much more."

"Damn you to the Pits, Lugnut."

The Decepticon chuckled, "Where do you think I come from?"

AN: Apparently, Lugnut was proved a canon gladiator in TFA by Derrick J. Wyatt. Megatron, however, is technically never stated to be one so his backstory is still kind of ambiguous. So, Gladiator Pits do exist. I'm not shitting out my mouth here.