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“Furthermore, I highly suggest we have groups of 5 in the hangars at all times, due to the fact that the fire suppression system is constantly activated and we can’t track down who is setting it off.” Minimus continued, gesturing to the graph and photos, the hanger was packed with foam. “I would also like the security cameras to be left alone while we place hidden ones to catch the culprits.”
Megatron nodded. “That’s very thought out, I can look into who would be best to place the cameras and who we should assign to monitoring them.”
“I’ve already checked with Perceptor and Brainstorm to see if they could make a batch of cameras.” Minimus added.
Rodimus nodded along and rubbed his helm. “It’s a good idea, I’m down if you’re down.” He grumbled, the past few cycles have been hard for him, and not just him. His well soon to be Conjux had an emergency operation, and he shouldn’t be bothered by it, and for the most part he wasn’t. Rodimus really missed the comfy big frame to curl up by, he missed listening to Thunderclash’s engine’s rumble under him,having his big servos wrapping around his waist.
He didn’t really mind the change, or well he had yet to see it. Velocity kept giving him updates on Thunderclash’s condition, and what they would be doing next. She explained it to him, and explained it again, and again. So far all Rodimus understood was that Thunderclash’s spark couldn’t support his bigger frame anymore. And the best way to keep Thunderclash online was to transfer his spark and processor to another frame; somehow they could do that? From there Thunderclash’s spark would be nursed back to full health and his true frame would be stored away until his spark could support it again.
For the past few cycles Rodimus recharged alone, he’d hardly caught any recharge. His berth seemed too big when there wasn’t a massive frame to cuddle him at night. Thus, Rodimus hadn’t caught much recharge and his frame was in knots worrying about his Thunders.
“Rodimus?”
“Hm?” He blinked.
Megatron glanced at Minimus and the two shared a look, they nodded. “Rodimus you should get some rest. We can handle it from here.”
He vented and rubbed his optics. “No, no I can get through this.”
“Rodimus, you’re over exerting yourself, you should go to your hab and rest.” Minimus pressed.
He didn’t want to be alone, he really didn’t want to be alone in that hab, and getting overcharged at Swerve’s sounded like someone was going to throw a pickaxe through his helm. He just wanted to curl up next to Thunderclash and rest his helm on Thunderclash’s chassis. “I’m fine. I-”
“Rodimus, why don’t you spend some time with Drift. I’m sure he can get you to relax.” He smiled, optics softening.
That wasn’t a bad idea, and Drift did help ease his anxiety. “Okay, but don’t set my ship on fire.” he huffed and rose to his peds, sending Drift a quick ping asking to spend a few nights at his hab. Hopefully Ratchet wouldn’t hog the berth like last time.
He quickly left the meeting room and made his way to the medbay, spotting Velocity standing out the doors. Her back was turned towards him and she held her servos together tightly. “Hey Lotty.”
She jumped. “Oh Rodimus! Ho- Rodimus you need to rest.” She scolded him.
“That’s the plan,” He smiled. “I’m gonna grab a few things from my hab and spend the night at Drift’s, just wanted to check on Thunders.”
“Oh, he’s alright, still recovering, his processor is still figuring out the size difference. I’m telling him to take it slow for now. I would let you see him but he just fell into recharge.” She smiled warmly.
“Ah alright, ping me when he’s up, I’d like to see…” He snorted. “My lil man.” He laughed leaving Velocity on her own as he lazily made his way to his shared hab, making a mental list of what he had to pick up from his hab, the plush dragon that was Thunderclash’s, his favorite board, polish, maybe that one data slug that Thunderclash lent to him (the valve plug one). Rodimus shrugged and keyed in the code to his hab.
He stepped in and froze, the door shut behind him and with a flick of his wrist it locked, his spoiler twitched and Rodimus felt his frame staring to wake up.
There was Thunderclash, a very tiny Thunderclash, Rodimus knew that aft anywhere, someone did their homework. His boyfriend was in a miniframe, a little taller than Minimus. His new frame hadn’t been painted yet, so it was brand new.
Thunderclash was brand new.
Thunderclash hadn’t noticed him yet, how could he was was currently occupied, his tiny servo clenched down on the tarps, his helm was buried in one of their millions of pillows. His silver aft was hanging up in the air, his legs trembled and his tiny peds curled up. But the best part was that his panels were parted and two digits were buried deep inside of him.
Rodimus reset his optics as energy that he had no idea he had raced through his frame, a devilish smirk spread across his face plates.
Thunderclash moaned, his hips sinking down on his digits. “Roddy.” He whimpered, his swollen valve lips parted as another digit slipped into him. His peds didn’t even make a sound as he knelt down. He felt the heat from Thunderclash’s exposed valve, Rodimus waited and watched as those puffy lips clenched down on Thunderclash’s digits. He licked his lip plates and maneuvered his servo just between Thunderclash’s thighs. Then he softly pressed against the swollen outer node.
Thunderclash moaned, then he stopped and his helm spun around, confusion melted into bliss as his sweet red optics softened at the sight of Rodimus. “C-Captain.” He whimpered, his hips started to wiggled again as he tried to grid down on that digit. He always had this kink, where he loved to call Rodimus Captain in berth, especially if Rodimus was spiking him, and admittedly it was a turn on.
Lazily Rodimus circled that node, pressing against it and then his digits trailed upwards, stroking the valve lips, he pulled Thunderclash’s digits away. He brought one up to his own intake, licking off the lube from Thunderclash’s valve. Thunderclash watched with half closed optics as Rodimus sucked everything clean off and set his servo aside. Now that Thunderclash was watching him, Rodimus decided it was a perfect time to gently massage Thunderclash’s valve, just around his outer node.
“Captain.” He whined and started to hump Rodimus’ servo.
Rodimus purred and rested his helm on his servo, watching the lewd display. “So tiny, fun sized Thunders.” He snorted. “Mind if I find out how new this frame of your’s is?”
Thunderclash moaned and shook his helm. “Please Captain.”
His engine roared and Rodimus ran a digit up and down those wet lips, only to slip it in, but just the very tip. Thunderclash shivered and moaned, charge ran up his frame and tiny blue bolts flickered across his plates. Rodimus slowly slipped his digit in, feeling the heat from Thunderclash’s tiny valve, how his lube would sink between Rodimus’ plates. He pushed his digit in, all the way to his knuckle, then stopped, feeling something. It wasn’t Thunderclash’s ceiling node, or his gestation entrance. This was smooth and flat, and when he pressed against it Thunderclash didn’t react.
Rodimus’ spoiler flapped as he figured it out, Thunderclash’s new frame was still sealed.
It would be easy to break it now, he could flick it and shove his digit tight against Thunderclash’s ceiling node. But the idea of breaking his seal, that was something he wanted to do with his spike. Rodimus hummed and pulled his digit out, hearing Thunderclash cry out and clench down on it. He stared down at the thick lube that covered his digit, then back at Thunderclash’s hips that now ground down at nothing, begging for his touch again.
Rodimus vented. “Alright, but tell me if it gets to be too much.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Thunderclash’s helm. Thunderclash nodded as his wide optics followed Rodimus’ movements. Two digits pressed into those valve lips, Thunderclash shuttered and moaned. “What do we say?”
“Captain, please!” He moaned as the digits pressed in further, stretching his tight little valve, lube starting to drip from his lips and pool between his peds.
“What?”
“Captain, please give me an overload.” He whimpered as his hips bucked down on those digits.
Rodimus rumbled and took his other servo and held Thunderclash’s hips still. “Good mech, now just enjoy it.” He smirked, rolling his digit around and around, striking brand new nodes and sending charge through Thunderclash’s tiny frame. He was loose now, or somewhat loose, stretched just enough that Rodimus stuck in a third digit and Thunderclash squealed. Rodimus held his aft still and thrusted his digits in and out, forming a pace. Meanwhile, Thunderclash could only lay there as his valve was stuffed. “Such a good mini, so tight, so wet. Hmm, I wonder what my spike could do to you?”
Thunderclash sobbed, optics flickering as his charge started to build to an unsafe level. Rodimus watched his boy friend, watched his digits slip through those stuffy lips, and plummet deep into Thunderclash’s core. Thunderclash’s peds started to curl up and he started gasping. The only warning signs Rodimus had before Thunderclash overloaded. And he did, Thunderclash sobbed out ‘Captain’ and his frame stilled as Rodimus struck as many nodes as he could. Charge raced up and down his frame and Thunderclash collapsed into a pile.
Rodimus slowly pulled out, hearing a faint pop, and Thunderclash’s whimper. He yanked a rag from his subspace and cleaned up Thunderclash’s oversensitive valve, then his servo. Gently slipping the panel back into place. “Okay?”
Thunderclash nodded, optics still watering.
Rodimus stood up, his frame cracked as he scooped up Thunderclash, his boyfriend whined in his grasp, charge still running over his frame, it shocked Rodimus every now and then. If he wasn’t so tired he would’ve taken this as a chance to see what that new valve could really do, what he could do to Thunderclash’s new frame. Instead he settled to flopping down, pulling Thunderclash up to the pillows and laying his helm down on Thunderclash’s chassis.
“Thank you Captain.” Thunderclash mumbled, his optics starting to dim.
“No problem, my fun sized Thunders.” He smirked and kissed Thunderclash’s intake, just as Drift sent him a ping. He sent one back saying that he was going to recharge in his own hab tonight.