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raisedbymoogles ([personal profile] raisedbymoogles) wrote2011-01-02 12:41 am
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Ficlet: Harem Logic

Title: Harem Logic
Rating: pre-porn
Fandom: Transformers G1
Pairing: Galvatron/Rodimus Prime, natch
Summary: In which Galvatron goes to the correct castle the first time.

Scourge approached Galvatron looking a different caliber of worried than he usually did when he presented himself to his lord. "Mighty one... I've received a message from Rodimus Prime, but the origin point is not one I recognize. It's not from Earth or Cybertron."

Galvatron frowned at him from his customary indolent slouch in his throne. "Who cares where it's from?" he demanded. "Play it!"

"As you wish." Scourge cued the video message on the console built into the far wall, and Galvatron leaned forward to watch as Rodimus Prime appeared on the screen.

Even when he was calling to arrange a liason, the young Prime tended to present himself with as much dignity as he could muster: standing up straight and staring calmly into the camera, and couching his request for Galvatron to shag him silly in high-sounding bureaucratic language that he must have learned from Magnus. It never mattered to Galvatron - all that dignity nonsense would be stripped away soon enough - but it still made the picture on the screen even more shocking. Rodimus lay relaxed on a plush lounging couch, his hands held over his head by gold chains, and his lower body was clad in flowing, near-transparent gauzy skirts that were clearly meant to reveal rather than conceal. As Galvatron's jaw dropped, Rodimus lifted his head and fixed the camera with a smouldering look.

"My lord Galvatron," the recording purred. "I'm waiting for you. I ache for your touch. I can't stop thinking about what you did to me on Anai Seven. Please, come and take your pleasure with me." He flexed the chains, making them jingle. "As you can see, I'm not going anywhere."

The recording cut out. Scourge turned back to Galvatron to gauge his reaction and whether he should duck. Galvatron was staring at the blank screen with the sort of intent look he got right before one of his brilliant, mad ideas. Scourge braced himself as his lord slowly stood.

"Make ready my flagship," Galvatron ordered. "We leave immediately for the origin point of that signal."

"But my lord," Scourge felt compelled to protest against his better judgement. "It could be a trap."

He prepared to duck when Galvatron grinned wickedly. "Oh, I'm quite sure it is!" he declared, then aimed his cannon. "Now do as I say!"

Wisely, Scourge fled.

***

True to his word, Rodimus Prime was still right where he'd been when the message came out half an Earth rotationary cycle ago: lying on a lounging couch wearing a gauzy skirt and gilded chains. The only detail that was different was a vocal suppressor strapped to his throat, rendering him unable to speak or use his commlink. He looked up when Galvatron entered the room alone; the chain went taut as he pulled at it, shaking his head frantically.

Galvatron smirked and stayed where he was, uncharacteristically calm, and Rodimus watched in horror as two twisted alien forms rose up behind him, weapons lifted to cut him down.

And were skewered through the back by Decepticon laserfire. Galvatron laughed and gestured a command at Cyclonus and Scourge, who revealed themselves on the balcony overhead to Rodimus's amazed optics already splashed with alien ichor.

"Anai Seven wasn't an assignation," Galvatron rumbled, stalking up to rip the vocal suppressor off of Rodimus's throat. "It was an ambush. You barely escaped with your life, my Prime."

"You remembered," Rodimus smiled. "I hoped you would. I'm sorry, Galvatron, they made me record that message-"

Galvatron silenced Rodimus with a finger to his lips. "And they are paying for it," he answered in a vicious rumble. "My Decepticons are taking over this outpost as we speak. No one makes a fool of Galvatron! And no one uses you for such ill purpose... my Prime." His rumble changed pitch, becoming more of a purr, and he caressed Rodimus's mouth as it bloomed into a soft smile.

"Thank you," Rodimus told him. "Unchain me and I'll help."

Galvatron laughed, rich with predatory amusement. "Oh, I don't think so, my prize," he rumbled. "I rather find I like you just like this."

"...Uh." Rodimus wiggled, feeling his engine race as Galvatron's hands slipped down his chest to toy with the gauze around his hips. "I didn't know you had a harem kink."

"It's an appealing scenario." Galvatron grinned wickedly. "And it's the one thing those arrogant aliens got right."
caiusmajor: Transformers: Rodimus Prime, lying facedown (Rodimus Prime lying facedown)

[personal profile] caiusmajor 2011-01-02 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Oohh, hot! I love it when Galvatron is smarter than he looks. XD

And I'm also giggling at the idea of Rodimus' and Galvatron's relationship being well known enough to be taken advantage of by random aliens. XD
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[identity profile] spacehussy.livejournal.com 2011-01-02 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
... I love this so much I cannot even. *BOOKMARKS SO HARD* XD

This bit:

couching his request for Galvatron to shag him silly in high-sounding bureaucratic language

makes me swoon. (o( <3

[identity profile] chibirisuchan.livejournal.com 2011-01-08 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
*SPORFLE* The Shakespeare in 30 5 seconds edition?

Rodimus: "I can't wait for you to get here and do that kinky thing you did to me back on Anal Anai 7"

Galvatron: "Oh, you mean when I just about massacred all you puny little Autobots? Glad to oblige!" (rip stomp shred roooooar)

Rodimus: "Aww, you remembered! How romantic!" ♥

Galvatron: "Damn straight." (preens) (humps)

Both: (afterglow)

....those two are SO MESSED UP. Adorable! But weeeeeird!

(now let's see if I have this OpenID thing possibly sorted?)