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The ground outside drew a sneer from Megatron, before he just turned his nose up at it, “I can’t believe this!”
“What is it, my queen?” Inferno insisted, flying as close beside his leader as possible. “I will instantly remove it.”
“Good luck with that,” Megatron scoffed, backing away to point his servo to it.
Leaning in, Inferno noticed it was dried and purplish. “I don’t understand,” Inferno admitted, glancing up.
“You wouldn’t! It’s… it’s a filthy thing, to do that out in the open.” Seemingly flustered to even acknowledge interfacing, Megatron crossed his arms with a slight pout. “Don’t touch that. It could be from the Maximals. You have no idea what those creatures have been doing.”
“That right there,” Inferno noted, as if he figured it out first.
“Don’t get smart with me! All of you are stupid, so why bother acting otherwise?” Megatron snapped his fingers, waving Inferno after him. “Come along, Inferno. Your leader needs his relaxation time.”
In the hot tub, Megatron moaned and laid himself out. His arms rested along the tub, while Inferno used his glossa underneath the water’s surface. “Primus, I needed this, didn’t I?”
Inferno took is as a rhetorical question, so he continued to eat out his superior leader. His claws went deeply into Megatron’s valve, feeling it all over in interest.
“Oh, yes, yes!” Megatron arched up, kicking out carelessly. He chuckled when it shot his subordinate across the tub, slamming him into the other side. “Humph, if you wanted to move positions, why didn’t you just ask?”
Using his arm, Megatron clung onto Inferno, straddling up into his lap. “Here we are, darling.” He didn’t bother to look Inferno in his optics.
Inferno would wag his tail, had he been granted one in his transformation. “My queen,” he began, groaning as his spike panel was rubbed by an eager valve. He brushed his fingers along the large spike of his lover. “Megatron,” he added, more softly.
That got their optics to meet.
“Megatron, please stare at me. I know I am not beautiful, as you are, but please. I like to see your expressions.” Leaning in, Inferno nuzzled his face to Megatron’s mighty chest.
“If I must,” Megatron huffed, enduring it. He would rather see his own reflection, as he was stroked to full hardness within the water.
Nodding happily, Inferno began to slip his helm under the water again. He just enjoyed the activity too much. His long glossa could reach past his denta, and pleasure his master’s inner workings better in the current position.
Arching, Megatron attempted to stifle his loud, agonizingly erotic groans. “You brute, your glossa is too deep!” He let his legs lay open as he crouched there. His frame quivered from the long fingers rubbing his valve lips, prodding them curiously. “I can’t even see this! You tricked me into my own embarrassment!”
Not listening through the water, Inferno took the servo holding his helm in place. His glossa slipped around in circles, before he started pulling away. The enlarged valve tried to keep his glossa inside.
Helm popping back up, Inferno nearly purred at feeling the servo petting along his antenna, “My queen, may you require more oral tending?”
Spluttering, Megatron held his beast mode arm over his chest, “You dare question my decision to allow you up for air a second time?”
They hardly needed it, as technorganics, though Inferno would never give a query unfitting to his station. “No, of course not. I just wondered if you’d rather overload, before you take my spike.”
Still Megatron had trouble being open about what he wanted. He would still accept the bounty, however, he was not that much of a prude. “Yes,” he agreed, watching Inferno stand to full height, meeting him up there.
Inferno’s long, pointed spike had began to prod Megatron’s legs. He grasped it, starting to run it down to Megatron’s smooth valve. The scales dotting around the protoform drew pants from Inferno, whenever his spike slid up enough. “You’re so wonderful, my queen. You’re so wet, even without the water here.”
“Are you implying I’m eager for your skinny spike? Ha! I’m sure even a Maximal has more than you.” Megatron wanted to taunt Inferno, despite earlier acting disgusted over their enemies.
Inferno knew he’d never win. Whether he was complimenting his leader, or not. “Yes, of course they do,” he spoke, not as happy to hear that. He wanted to prove to Megatron how much he loved him.
“Oh, do hurry up!” Megatron leaned back, lifting his hips to bring his valve above the water. His pout was dangerously cute, for such an imposing figure. “If you don’t, you know I’ll have to look for spike from another one of you.”
Hearing Megatron loud and clear, Inferno freaked out. His spark pumping, Inferno grabbed Megatron’s hips, slamming home when his spikehead caught against the entrance.
“Inferno, what in the name of Primus has gotten into you?” Megatron gasped loudly, his arms falling back, and attempting to cling to the hot tub’s edge. His servo was able to catch, but his tyrannosaurus head thunked loudly on the edge. Its eyes rolled around, bird noises chirping in sympathy.
Pounding mercilessly, Inferno’s hips sloshed the water all over them. His fiery temper really got the better of him, Megatron in his grasp, or not. “For the colony,” he muttered to himself like a mantra.
“What are you going to do? Put your little eggs in me?” Megatron noticed Inferno start to hover them, looking around like he were in shock. “You’re really serious about me, aren’t you?” He allowed his servo to release the tub. He would let Inferno be in control. For a moment, at best.
Megatron’s legs clamped around the ant’s waist, allowing himself to be spread open. “You’re not even at my forge, Inferno! Those eggs are not going to be fertilized properly!” He didn’t know if he was upset about that, or not.
“Don’t care, my queen. You will take them all.” Inferno leaned in, resting up against his lover as they floated from his strength. “You would look beautiful, carrying my eggs in your sack.”
“Oh, for the last time, it’s called a-“ Letting out a sigh through his nose, Megatron rolled his optics, “Forget it, I’m the only one with enough processor cells on this ship, anyway.”
Lost in his thrusting, Inferno paused to focus himself on his hardwired task. “They’ll fall out, once I’m done,” he sounded as if he mourned over it.
Grinding his denta, Megatron opened his forge. “Fine, fine, take up valuable space within my chassis! What would I care?” He held onto Inferno tighter.
Getting the spike inside in the nick of time, Inferno cheered, and kissed Megatron’s chest in joy, “You’ve made me so happy, my queen! You, round with our sparklings! At least, until you have to lay them.”
“It’s back to transfluid next time, mister. This experiment would make Tarantulas blush.” Megatron imagined briefly how much more Tarantulas would do, to get him sparked. He kept it to himself that he had a bit of a thing for insecticons, thanks to the miserable organic planet.
“Anything for you, my queen.” Inferno clinked their hips together, until he stiffened up. His spike engorged, eggs beginning to fill inside the wide open space inside the forge.
To Megatron’s delight, Inferno somehow kept giving him more. He wouldn’t admit it, but he would enjoy the idea of attempting to incubate them. He wondered if his carrier protocol had somehow been triggered.
Once Inferno’s spike returned to its natural size, the spike was slipped from the forge. He made sure to gingerly bring Megatron back down into the water.
“How was that, royalty?” Inferno then used a different nickname, much to Megatron’s annoyance.
“At least pick which term you want to use,” he grumbled, trying to get used to the quirks of a lesser being. His stomach nearly bulged at the eggs sitting in them. They wouldn’t be noticeable, if he sat still.
Leaning up against Megatron, Inferno slid his long finger down to brush the puffy valve lips. “Was I too harsh with you, Megatron?” He wondered, his voice soft.
Megatron allowed that mushiness, due to Inferno being in private. Also, his body had already been ravaged. He may as well be slightly nicer. “Mm, a bit. You nearly bruised my protoform, you bug.”
“I apologize for nearly bruising your rubber,” amended Inferno, starting to lay down over his stomach.
Wanting to snap at Inferno for the smart comment, Megatron gasped, and offered his legs wide open. Inferno’s sharp denta were all over his node. “I’ll get you for that,” he grunted, despite it arousing him further.
“Please overload, my queen. I would be cruel to only take my pleasure from your wonderful chassis.” Unable to kiss over the valve, Inferno rubbed his fingers back and forth quickly.
The pressure, combined with the water, had Megatron clenching and moaning over nothing. The eggs within him pressed on his closed forge, causing him to be assaulted at both ends.
Spraying purple into the water, Megatron panted and laid his helm on his own shoulder. “Inferno, you fool… if you think that will convince me to lay your eggs…”
Sitting back up, Inferno slipped his fingers inside Megatron’s gaping valve, rubbing along the nodes inside. “What was that, my queen? Have you come to a decision?”
Either Inferno feigned ignorance, or Megatron really had been that put out. His valve throbbed in sensitivity. “How cruel my Predacons like to be,” Megatron cooed, grabbing Inferno’s helm to force his glossa into the pliant intake.
Once they parted, Inferno kept insisting on being inside the large valve. His arm was stilled, causing him to peek up through his feelers.
“Inferno, there’s a hole you haven’t been inside yet this solar cycle,” Megatron patted his shoulders, chuckling at Inferno’s widening optics.
Starting to scramble to get up there, Inferno pressed his spike up against Megatron’s lips. “Are you really sure this would be alright, Megatron?”
“Yes, Inferno. You’re allowed to do many things to me, in the privacy of our intimacy. Keep that in mind, while I’m blowing your processor with a move I learned back on Cybertron.” Megatron took Inferno in a strong grip, holding him while he took the spike down his intake’s throat cabling.
“Yes, my queen!” Inferno screamed, the rubber glossa of his leader reaching even back to his valve. His overload came quickly.
Megatron’s mercy in letting him go from the hot tub was not so speedy.