Cyclonus gave Ultra Magnus a second or two to get ready after he'd closed and locked the door of the practice room. Fair play, always--that was what he went to Magnus for.
Well, fair play and his sheer power and skill. Cyclonus had lost the fight the moment the door was closed, cutting him off from his advantages in distance fighting.
But Cyclonus was good enough to give Magnus a good fight before he went down, dented and scuffed and happy and still struggling, because if he yielded officially, Magnus would likely get off of him rather than get him off. Cyclonus could feel how much Magnus wanted it, but he still looked down at Cyclonus uncertainly.
"Do you want...?" Magnus couldn't even specify what it was that he knew Cyclonus wanted; Cyclonus wasn't even sure Magnus had the vocabulary, for all his millions of years of existence. Magnus lifted a hand in the direction of Cyclonus' antenna instead.
"Yes." Cyclonus took advantage the arms no longer pinning him to flip them over. Although Magnus didn't want from him what Hot Rod wanted from his Lord, it seemed to be easier for Autobots this way. "Do you want?" Not particularly interested in pinning him long-term, Cyclonus reached out and touched his antenna.
Gently. The fight was, officially, over, and the interface hadn't started yet. Cyclonus could be rough with them soon.
Magnus paused, and this time Cyclonus could recognize the hesitation better, having felt it himself. He said, "The door's locked, the room is reserved, neither of us has a meeting scheduled with anyone else until tomorrow, and we've already said most of what needs to be said about the Paradronians and everything else on the agenda." Cyclonus paused; was that everything? "And the human child is with his father."
There was a pause and then Magnus smiled and pulled Cyclonus down into a kiss. A hard kiss. He was learning. Then he pulled Cyclonus' helm back and said, "It is good to have you here, Cyclonus."
Re: Drabble tennis! XD
Well, fair play and his sheer power and skill. Cyclonus had lost the fight the moment the door was closed, cutting him off from his advantages in distance fighting.
But Cyclonus was good enough to give Magnus a good fight before he went down, dented and scuffed and happy and still struggling, because if he yielded officially, Magnus would likely get off of him rather than get him off. Cyclonus could feel how much Magnus wanted it, but he still looked down at Cyclonus uncertainly.
"Do you want...?" Magnus couldn't even specify what it was that he knew Cyclonus wanted; Cyclonus wasn't even sure Magnus had the vocabulary, for all his millions of years of existence. Magnus lifted a hand in the direction of Cyclonus' antenna instead.
"Yes." Cyclonus took advantage the arms no longer pinning him to flip them over. Although Magnus didn't want from him what Hot Rod wanted from his Lord, it seemed to be easier for Autobots this way. "Do you want?" Not particularly interested in pinning him long-term, Cyclonus reached out and touched his antenna.
Gently. The fight was, officially, over, and the interface hadn't started yet. Cyclonus could be rough with them soon.
Magnus paused, and this time Cyclonus could recognize the hesitation better, having felt it himself. He said, "The door's locked, the room is reserved, neither of us has a meeting scheduled with anyone else until tomorrow, and we've already said most of what needs to be said about the Paradronians and everything else on the agenda." Cyclonus paused; was that everything? "And the human child is with his father."
There was a pause and then Magnus smiled and pulled Cyclonus down into a kiss. A hard kiss. He was learning. Then he pulled Cyclonus' helm back and said, "It is good to have you here, Cyclonus."
Cyclonus looked back down at him expectantly.
"And yes. I want you."