Suffitus Prime

(PLEASE READ THE RULES Current M!A: None. Accepting!) Multi-verse blog for Post TFP and RID15 AU Smokescreen, who became a Prime. Mun is 21, will RP NSFW if you are 18+

[smokey-prime]

Sinful Nobles

[smokey-prime]

iignitedspark

 Raylin thought for a moment, “Skin the beasts.” Then toss then off to Val so he can do whatever he’d like, “Perhaps practice more magic…”

  If there was any discomfort from the silence that followed, she didn’t make it known. Walking quietly would have been no problem, though she slowed, eyes drawn to something. A splash of colour filled the grass far away, trees filled with beautiful leaves and surrounded by what looked like large mushrooms, nearly the same size as just as if not more colourful. She would have stopped to stare.

“Yes. Magic does seem like a good idea.”

  She turned to Suffitus then, looking at the small beast he held, “Would you plan to help Vall with this? Perhaps help Knightstryk?” She chuckles with her questions, knowing the likely answer of neither. But Knightstryk was one of his kind, living metal.

“We-Well, I uh..I could maybe help skin the beasts too, if you’d like.” Suffitus replied once again. He had little experience with hunting organic animals, let alone dressing them, but it couldn’t hurt to be chivalrous, right? 

He was about to interject again before his optic caught onto Raylin’s faltering attention. Immediately changing his focus to look in her direction, it wasn’t long before the young Prime noticed the mushrooms too. Indeed, they were quite pretty. not a lot of fungi grew on Cybertron, but from what little he had seen prior, the colors on this were on a whole other level of captivating. 

His attention turned back to Raylin once she questioned him. “Uhh...Yeah, I was meaning to talk more to Knightstryk.” he admitted. “But um...maybe when we’re finished I could...watch you try some magic...?” the fourteenth then added, hoping he didn’t sound like a total weirdo or dork in the process.

[smokey-prime]

dxdlck

Deadlock tensed. Those few seconds dragged on, silent and worrisome. What if he’d forgotten something? What if his stuttering displeased the mech again? But that didn’t seem to be the case. The first clap startled him, optic snapping open to stare, wide and confused.

They were almost blank as Suffitus leaned in close, pressure on his throat. He barely heard the words the Prime uttered, almost passing him by completely as his cuffed arrangement was changed. While it wasn’t comfortable to be restrained to the berth itself, he wasn’t going to complain. He was free of any further injury, even if his discomfort was vast. It wasn’t his place to complain anyway.

Without further word, Deadlock laid himself close to the post he was cuffed to, hoping he could at least somehow manage to sleep through this mess.

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Suffitus watched the poor little Con with quite the amusement in his optics. My oh my, he sure loved watching fear grow in his prizes...And after this one night of debauchery, he couldn’t wait to see what they’d get up to for the next several thousand cycles...

“Good mech...” Suffitus said in a teasing, appreciative tone, patting Deadlock’s helm as if he was a turbofox being rewarded for a good job. “Get your rest now...I’ve got quite the day planned for you tomorrow...”

With that, the young Prime slowly slipped into his berth, eyeing up his new trophy one last time before he finally got himself to fall into stasis. Oh yes... tomorrow would be fun...

The next morning, Deadlock would awaken to feel something quite warm rubbing against his face. It pulasated warmth, rubbing over cheek to cheek before he would feel a...sticky, cold fluid smear over them. Upon opening his optics he’d be shocked to find Suffitus standing over him, the Fourteenth's fully erect spike out and right in front of Deadlock.

 “Ready for your morning energon, slave~?”

[smokey-prime]

Gladiator AU (Closed Starter for dxdlck)

[smokey-prime]

dxdlck

Deadlock sighs, “Currently? Your own personal med bay.”

  He made his strides quick, kneeling down to pick up the shards of the glass. Brief does he make it, quick again when he disposes of the pieces. Though, upon return he does not settle back against the wall, he instead goes to Suffitus, looking over the replaced armour and decently fixed parts. Absently his digits trace over a less clean weld, but they don’t linger long.

“I think you’ll be good to go soon. Though thanks to the trouble, it means a different arrangement. Not your concern really. Doubt you’d wanna go back to that room anyway.”

  Deadlock would, if only to be further from Turmoil, though as Second in Command, he really cannot expect much else. Not when they need to reign in and expand some of their security.

“How do you feel?”

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Suffitus’ optic followed Deadlock just as closely as his “master” patrolled around the room. Med bay? Primus, he really got fragged up, didn’t he? He tensed up a bit out of reflex when Deadlock loomed over him, briefly wishing he could move his currently attached arm to protect himself for whatever the Con had planned. When he felt those digits run over a weld on his bare chest, he gasped sharply from the cold touch, pain shooting through his frame from touching the horrible wound. 

“Ngh...L-Like...Like about as slag as a guy who just got torn apart and raped in front of a crowd can feel...” He wheezed, accidentally coughing up more energon onto Deadlock’s chest. “I’ve...frag...never taken a beating this bad before...”

How did this happen? He was a fragging Prime and he lost to...to a big gladiator? What was going on...?

“Who..Who the frag was that guy...?” he asked. “What...What’s his fragging deal..?”

[smokey-prime]

Sinful Nobles

[smokey-prime]

iignitedspark

Taking a dagger from her boot, Ray bounded to the beast she had killed. Sinking her blade in the beast where her arrow had struck. She pulled it free, replacing the arrow on her quiver. The blood dripped on her leg, splattering in a small puddle now that there was nothing to keep it in place. The smell of iron hit her, drawing her in as she rose, beast in hand by it’s collar.

Bow slung over her shoulder, Raylin turned to Suffitus. “You were quick…” she looked over the tall grass, “Val will want us back soon.”

The other beast scattered beneath the blades, hidden were it not for the rustling. Two was enough, one for each organic or half organic. Knightstryk wasn’t going to touch them, and Ray wouldn’t think of Suffitus as bold enough to try.

“I take that you can carry it on your own.”

Raylin walks off as she speaks, not looking back as she drags the pitiful creature by her side.

“Of course I was!” Suffitus replied with a cheeky grin, rubbing the back of his helm playfully. “I told you I wouldn’t mess it up, didn’t I?”

Twirling the energon dagger in his servo idly, he was about to make another remark before he heard Raylin start to walk back. 

“O-Oh, uh...yeah, sure.” the young Prime said as he picked up the second beast and slung it over his shoulder effortlessly, trying his best to catch up to her. 

There was an awkward silence between the two of them as they walked back for the most part. She nearly opened up to Suffitus last time they were together...maybe he could try again?

“Soo....” he started to say. “I, uh...What are your plans for er, the...rest of the day, I suppose?”

[smokey-prime]

Gladiator AU (Closed Starter for dxdlck)

[smokey-prime]

dxdlck

A few more words had pased between Deadlock and the medic, about repairs and certain fixes that wouldn’t be the easiest. Deadlock approved almost all of them, stomring out of the room once he was fed up with explaining himself. It didn’t matter. His orders were almost as absolute as Turmoil’s.

In the end, the medic completed his task without fail, restoring the broken functions and missing armour plates that were lost in the battle. He fixed every he found, aside from the one wound among the protoflesh he couldn’t fix. It would scar along the material no doubt. The armour was remade almost the same, the colours not a perfect match to what they had been, but close. And after the day cycle had concluded, night brought upon the base, he was done.

Suffitus was left to rest and come to when he rebooted on his own.

Soon after he was left, Deadlock returned to the room. He held a cube of energon, leaving it to rest beside Suffitus as he found the closest wall to lean on. And he waited.

An hour had passed after Suffitus had had his repairs finished. His limbs were restored, but they felt extremely sore, and not his own. He felt like he had gone five rounds in the pit with Megatron himself, to be honest. 

How was he even alive?

Tilting his helm to the side, swollen optic opening barely, he saw Deadlock, and the cube of energon he had left by the young Prime’s side. Carefully, he looked around the rest of the room before trying to pick up the cube, but his weak body made the cube slip out of his servo and hit the floor, causing him to groan in frustration.

“Wh-Where...Where am I...?” he asked with  a hoarse, broken voice.

[smokey-prime]

iignitedspark

“If you think my mouth is so dirty, then why don’t you do something about it?”

Radar pulled uncomfortably, straining his back to tug and yank his arms against the Prime’s hold. He was persistant, yet did not put his full effort into it. The twist of his wrist was more so testing, seeing just how commited the Prime was to holding him down. Not that he had any complaints of leaving, not when Suffitus’ knee caught something just right.

Biting his lip, Radar stifled a moan. His legs curled closer, heels digging into the floor as his servos flexed. He was holding back, not willing to give all he could. Not yet.

“Mech,” he breathed, “I can be done with you whenever I want…” and be content.

He can’t say it’s a lie, but it’s not the truth. Oh but the blood-loss is certainly making him crave, making his denta ache with a pain he shouldn’t feel and his lines burn with the need of more to flood through them.

Suffitus growled in agitation at the mech’s continued brattiness. But no matter...He wanted an excuse to maul the seeker further...

He contemplated how to exactly do it, but then a wicked thought drilled its way into his processor, one that made an equally wicked grin form on his face. 

Curling his free hand into a fist, the young Prime threw a hard hook into Radar’s jaw as he pressed his knee down on his valve even harder, hopefully to the point of it being borderline painful. 

“You keep it up and I’ll rip your jaw right off before we’re finished...brat. And I know you’re lying...I’ll have you begging like a pleasure bot soon enough...” 

He didn’t give Radar another moment before his lips suddenly assaulted the seeker’s violently, denta nipping and biting on his chin and lips as he sought to try and force his glossa in, all while keeping his wrists pinned with the same servo. Suffitus didn’t even care if Radar tried to bite his glossa off...It’d only give him further justification to tear the brattish mech apart...

[smokey-prime]

Sinful Nobles

[smokey-prime]

iignitedspark

“It’s a weak group then..”

Pressed down on the blades of grass, she takes a better look. Dark fur of purple floods her eyes, slim forms roaming and resting among the small patch they had since claimed as their own. They were peaceful. Far from the Predators she had seen, they were not meant for a long survival.

Drawing her bow taught, Raylin takes aim. A smaller one lingers in her crosshairs, resting still as it watches to others. Unassuming, it cannot defend or run.

“Make haste when I fire. They will scatter quickly…”

Steadying her breath, she leans back. Arms still and she takes in the creature, feeling a tinge of pain up her chest as she invisions her actions. No preperation will every be enough.

Exhaling, she fires her bow.

Suffitus watches the Zaterian aim the primitive weapon closely, optic unable to avoid staring over her toned, athletic form as she drew it back. He couldn’t help but find how the organic’s body flexed involuntarily as she drew back the bow intriguing...and a little bit arousing....

Shaking his helm of the thought, he listened closely to Raylin’s words, making sure he followed her instructions to a tee. 

“I‘ll make sure they don’t get away.” the young Prime nodded as he prepared his own energon dagger, ready to dash off after the others that were sure to scatter.

As the arrow struck the closest beast by the neck, falling dead quickly, the others scattered quickly. Suffitus darted after them with incredible speed, the blade he held sinking into their flesh easily and falling down even easier. The beasts’ crimson blood stained his servos and blade. He grimaced a bit at the sight, trying to wipe the fluids off on his thighs. 

“See? Nothing to it.” He turned back to Raylin, grinning a bit proudly.

[smokey-prime]

Gladiator AU (Closed Starter for dxdlck)

[smokey-prime]

dxdlck

Shouting came from the hall, faint at first but it grows like a crescendo until it stops with a sudden ’thwack’. Silence reclaims the space, only broken up by the sound of a door and now one set of steps. The argument had ended there.

Deadlock enters the sterile room, looking at the walls as if their colour offended him. Or maybe the room did, for the air it held now was indeed grim. He refused to look at Suffitus as he walked past, optics focused on the wall past him as he looked past the small area for the medic that called for him. He found them cleaning tools.

A hushed conversation ensues, interupted only by Deadlock’s fist hitting the wall nearly halfway through. He snarls something, causing the medic to warily look at Suffitus then back. He gestures vaguely, leading Deadlock over to Suffitus as he finishes explaining all the repairs he’ll need to do.

“… It will be a lot to do.”

“Just repair him already.”

“But Commander-”

“Did I not. Make. Myself. Clear,” he spoke it like a statement, holding his tone alone the line of infuriated and frustrated.

“.. of course sir.” Carefully, under the careful watch of a commanding officer, the medic started with all he could; a low sedative- Any higher would risk the autobot’s spark- in a fairly untouched place, and then busied himself with fetching the rest of the tools he’d need.

Suffitus could barely keep track of the conversation going on, let alone his other surroundings as he faded in and out of consciousness from the massive pain that wracked his body. His optic caught the tiniest glance of Deadlock as he entered the room, finally noticing the medic that had been in the room with him as well. 

The young Prime couldn’t understand what the two Decepticons were arguing about, but whatever it was, the punch that Deadlock gave to the wall was apparent enough of a sign that told the conversation turned rather aggressive...

Trying to make the slightest bit of noise to get the mech’s attention, all that came out was a weak, static laced groan as he saw the medic approach him with the sedative. He tried his best to avoid the needle, tilting his helm away as much as he could. But it proved futile as the needle plunged deeply into his neck, his already weak consciousness fading completely as he finally passed out completely 

[smokey-prime]

Gladiator AU (Closed Starter for dxdlck)

[smokey-prime]

dxdlck

Deadlock could not help him now. For once he wanted to, even knowing it would be stupid to try when this was the most ’entertained’ he’d always seen his fellow cons. Turmoil had noticed his unease, slithering a large hand to rest upon the small mech’s thigh. The gesture was small, but it ate up any temptations of helping or leaving all together.

Suffitus, at least, would not have to suffer the brute much longer.

Their pace had quickened to a desperate level, turning to short shallow thrusts that became more clumsy each passing second. It wasn’t long before he clamped down on the Prime’s shoulder, muffling the howl that escaped his processor as release came for him. Energon filled his mouth, wires and cabling bit through. Transfluid filled the Prime’s valve. His claws dug deeply into the Prime’s side, indenting, dripping blood from the wounds. The champion did not pull out until he was done.

Denta came to the Prime’s chest, riping at metal until protoflesh was exposed, then tearing through that. He bit down until all he tasted was energon, till the colourful blue filled his mouth. There’d be no removing the carnage he left, from both denta and claw.

Satiated was he finally with his victory.

Paneling clicked closed, the large mech leaning back on his knees. A smug adorned his features, unremovable.

He chuckles, “Thanks for the bonus. Hope to do it again.” If they fought again, he means. There was no certainty, not in his processor nor the next really.

By the time the champion had finished with Suffitus, he was a shell of the powerful Prime that came into the fight; crying mercy, begging for the torture to end as his frame was wrecked, torn asunder, and every horrid bit in between. 

His whole body was numb by the time he felt that hot, warm fluid fill his valve, his HUD was repeatedly glitching, several internal and external systems failing at the same time. He couldn’t stop the pain that shot through his system when the champion bit so hard into his shoulder. By the time he pulled free, Suffitus’ only other arm had lazily snapped off his torso, several connecting wires severed. 

Unable to fight back at all now, he could only let out weak, staticy cries as his chest was torn open next, The Matrix exposed to the entire crowd as blue energon coated his now naked frame. 

The Prime should’ve been dead already. His body was shutting down, the light of his spark getting dimmer and dimmer, feeling his optic power down as the last thing he saw was the smug grin on the gladiator’s face, ashamed that his time as Prime came to such a dishonorable, and brutal end. 

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Or so he thought. 

An unknown amount of time had passed since his fight. Looking up through his cracked, swollen optic, Suffitus could see a blinding blue light rain down from above him. The cold metal on his bare back proved he was on a medical slab. He could still taste horrible tastes on his glossa as well; energon, coolant...transfluids...It all covered his naked frame. 

He couldn’t feel any limbs on him either, or move his helm for that matter. He wasn’t even sure if anyone else was around at this point. Where the frag was he?

[smokey-prime]

Sinful Nobles

[smokey-prime]

iignitedspark

Low to the ground, the Zaterian crept forward, using organic shrubbery and tall grass to his her body. It was habit, yes, but a good one to keep. Bow kept to the side, she remained quiet, listening, ears twitching with the noise like a cat’s. She paused, holding up a hand to tell Suffitus to still.

“Tell me,” she started hush, “what your eyes see up ahead?”

Dark bleed through the grass, in slits of shapes of roamings beasts. Slowly, they moved, mowing down the grass with their teeth. A large beast of burden? A creature of prey? Easily she could tell, but what would help would that be if she told him? He’d already almost walked up to prey once before..

“How many?”

The young Prime crouched in the bushes beside her, optic zooming in through the slits in the grass to look on ahead. His lack of one optic meant his field of vision was a bit narrowed, but nearly a decade or so of living with only one has made him used to it. His thermal readings picked up on multiple heat signatures through the brush. 

“I see...I see a few uh...beasts up ahead. Look kinda like turbofoxes.” He told her as he kept staring, his optic enhancing the image just a bit as he took an energon dagger out of his subspace. Val had disabled all of his built-in weapons as a security measure, so he was given more traditional ones to make due with. 

“Three or four, I think.”

[smokey-prime]

Sinful Nobles

@iignitedspark

     A day had passed since Suffitus and Raylin’s last expedition out onto the alien planet that had resulted in the Zaterian getting quite the injury on her side. The night after they had returned had been rather calm as opposed to the violent day they had had prior. The normally standoffish female seemed to actually enjoy Suffitus’ company somewhat, and it seemed that he had started to fall even more fond of her as well. Whether or not she reciprocated those feelings was unknown for now.

     Today, the two of them were out on a hunt. For what, the young Prime was not sure. But if he could do this right and gain more of Raylin’s trust, he just might get a way back to Cybertron through her. And maybe get her out of this horrible crowd too...

[smokey-prime]

iignitedspark

Radar yelped, holding his jaw as he tried to process the sudden change. He wasn’t given the adequate time, position changing right before his optics as his wings dragged against the floor. His back arched, battered wings pressing further. Radar grimaced. A hand clawed at the floor, another grasping the mech’s shoulder in a feigned push.

“Such a gentlemech,” Radar scoffed, rolling his eyes.

  A shiver went up his spinal strut, legs splayed out and open as much as he could. One twitched, something sparking and popping loudly, but among the red lines of text on his HUD he couldn’t make out what it was. He could care less.

  Radar squirmed and shifted, contemplating. He tried to get more friction, something against his panel, something more, but he was fairly pinned.

  Snarling a nasally snarl, Radar sneered. A clicked sounded. His panels snapped back. lubricant dripped from his valve, dampened and clearly aroused. “That better, mech?” Came his snobbish reply.

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     “Watch your tone, mech...” Suffitus snarled in a threatening tone.

      Roughly, the young Prime grabbed Radar’s wrists and pinned them to the floor on either side of the seeker’s helm, a knee joint rubbing rather roughly against the green mech’s open valve. It was a sight that gave Suffitus a pleased grin. 

   “How can a mech with such a dirty mouth have such a beautiful valve~?” He pondered aloud, continuing to rub his knee teasingly slow against Radar’s open folds. 

     “You better watch your tone, or this is all you’re gonna get...”

[vincent-van-gtg]

[fitnessdesire]

Can’t risk it

[laderdesders1]

The duck of creativity. I waited so long for it.

[smokey-prime]

Gladiator AU (Closed Starter for dxdlck)

[smokey-prime]

dxdlck

The champion looked over Suffitus with a strange gaze, perhaps of annoyance, but it never ventured far from his face. Their servo, retreeted, coated in a thin layer of energon now. He didn’t care to clean them as he took hold of Suffitus’ hip, lining up his. He waited after, like it was the last chance of repreave he was giving, or like a warning for what was to come. He didn’t wait for long.

“Then I win.”

With no further preperation or warning, the champion thrusted his spike into the Prime’s valve. The tip at first, barely pressing in, but when he did it again it went much further, finding only the resistance of blood. It wasn’t long before he had fit all he could, and like of mercy, he waited for the warmth of his deed to loosen and become more pleasurable for himself.

The shouts of the obcene and horrible things the crowd wanted to see never stopped, and the mecha that were close enough to nearly jump were held off by the lone fact that they would be pummeled by the champion.

His servo left Suffitus’ throat, joints sparking and groaning their protest as the limb held up the upper most portion of the large mech’s frame. It shook and threatened inactivity again, but for now it held, even as the mech became increasingly impatient. He rutted, leaving no further time for adjustment as he sought out his own pleasure.

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Suffitus knew what was coming. He was wished he could do something to stop it, but he couldn’t. He wanted to play the brave, defiant hero? Well, this is what was gonna happen to him. 

He tried to brace himself for the pain that he was sure to start feeling, but nothing could prepare him for the absolute torture that was the champion’s spike burrowing inside his valve. His optic shot open as much as the swollen sensor would, his mouth unable to hold back the loud cry of pain that begged to escape. 

Desperate, the young Prime thrashed as much as he could to escape the champ, his valve getting more torn with each thrust delivered to him. He looked up at the crowds almost pleadingly, looking for anyone, anyone who could possibly help him. 

Before his optic closed to scream again in pain, he looked at Deadlock in a pathetic attempt for mercy, almost as if the Fourteenth hoped his “master” could get him out of this, end this madness, or at least give him a swift death. 

[smokey-prime]

iignitedspark

“What gave it away?” The teal mecha chortled.

  His hand retreats, claws the only thing that returns as the pointed tips trace the sides of the Prime’s spike, teasing up to the tip. Shifting on his knees, Radar crawls up higher, free servo trailing up the larger mech’s chest.

  With a wide, leering grin, Radar shows off his teeth again, making a point of highlighting the sharp ends and jagged points, almost like that of an angler fish. They were, after all, designed to tear another apart, not gift one with pleasure. Even still, he managed to nip and ghost along the metal of Suffitus’ stomach, grazing plates and threatening to shred them. He wasn’t sure what mech would want that for their spike.

“If you’re so dissatisfied, then show me how it’s done~” That cocky attitude returns, beaming from Radar.

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     “Just a-ngh...Just a hunch...”

     The sight of those teeth should’ve scared him, horrified him. But Suffitus didn’t waver, didn’t flinch, didn’t look concerned at all. In fact, the young Prime only seemed to be more excited than anything. Especially with how divine it felt to have those sharp blades run up his stomach.

     Mmm, a bratty mech this one was, eh? Suffitus was going to have fun disciplining him...

     “Gladly~” He purred back before suddenly kneeing Radar in the jaw and pushing him onto his back. The Fourteenth gave no warning before he pounced on top of the smaller mech’s frame, loving the grinding sound of the seeker’s body on the floor as he straddled his thighs. 

     Carefully, Suffitus grinded his own spike against Radar’s panel a few times, smearing pre all over it. It wasn’t long though before he suddenly grabbed the edge of the panel with one servo. “Open it now...” he ordered Radar. “unless you wish me to rip it off...”

[smokey-prime]

Gladiator AU (Closed Starter for dxdlck)

[smokey-prime]

dxdlck

The champion snarled, knuckles connecting with Suffitus’ face no quicker than he had bit down. The same hand violently grabs Suffitus’ face, squeezing the metal together to free now bleeding digits. He looks over his digits briefly, sneering, then ripping off an almost completely severed digit.

“Your loss, Mech.”

  With a decent amount of energon and the little oral lubricant left still on the Champion’s digits, they were technically dampened, though, not nearly enough for his sudden entrance to be smooth or clean. More or less, the brute of a mech has shoved two of his digits into the Prime’s open valve, forcing entry quicker than he should have. He met resistance, but forced them anyway, waiting not nearly enough time before adding another.

  His currently unoccupied servo found Suffitus’ throat. He squeezed, pressing hard enough to made the flow of blood difficult at best. A small click is heard, the Champion’s modesty paneling sliding away to give full view of his spike. He was en downed for a mech his size, and three digits might not have been enough.

“Beg, and maybe this’ll be better for you,” He’s prompting, tone almost taunting the Prime.

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Suffitus’ helm instantly cocked to the side as a result of the punch, more metal, oral lubricant, energon, and even some denta flying out as he was struck. By this point the young Prime’s jaw was nearly ready to come off, one part of it hanging lopsided off his chin as half of his right cheek was torn off, exposing various internal wiring. His swollen optic had shattered by this point, the glass broken and now exposed to the elements. 

Despite this pain, Suffitus continued to glare defiantly at the champion until he felt that servo push into his valve.

A glitching voicebox let out a few short cries and grunts of pain, the Fourteenth trying desperately to stifle himself in front of the crowd that was watching him be raped. This couldn’t be happening...He was a Prime! And sure, Primes lost sometimes, but...but this...?

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt the champion’s other servo squeeze his throat tight. coughing up more energon as he felt his spark start to beat weaker from the lack of bloodflow. The lightheadedness nearly caused him to miss the sight of the larger mech’s spike flopping free. And for the first time in the whole match...Suffitus felt the tiniest bit of fear. 

But no, he couldn’t let the champion know that. Despite his pain, he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of showing he was afraid. “I...I won’t beg to you!” He barely managed to spit out, voice heavily distorted.

[smokey-prime]

iignitedspark

Radar nips at a chunk of metal, catching it almost harshly with his denta. He soothes the few dents with his glossa, moving ever closer to the Prime’s spike. Just as he’s about to graze forgotten modesty paneling, he pulls away. There’s a glint to his unfocused optics, portraying nothing but mischief.

“I’d have thought you’ve mecha throwing themselves at your pede,” he snickers, “maybe I’m wrong..”

  He might have made a sight for all to see before it had been tainted with blood and gore, but it was still a sight nonetheless. Radar was sure his frame made a similar picture. And if this brother could see him now, bloodied and on his knees, he’s certainly throw a fit. The thought made him chuckle. It certainly wasn’t like him, but he couldn’t deny the fun he was having as he licked a stripe on the underneath of the spike before him.

  His hand joined, wrapping lighting around the base of the length with pointer, middle, and thumb. Radar hadn’t the courage to fully commit to this task, but he had the courage to tease and torment while he still had the strength to do such things.

“You ought to frag me before you blow mech,” it’s a full blown chuckle this time.

  Digits wrap completely around the length, giving a light, barely there pump. It was uncertain in the way a newly forged mech might be, clumsy to slightest degree. It didn’t seem befitting of a mech his age.

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“Ngh...! A-A few here and there...” Suffitus admitted as Radar nipped at his plating again, one servo now balled in a fist against the wall behind him. The other was currently squeezing the seeker’s helm a bit tightly, tossing his helm back to let out an appreciative moan as Radar licked his spike. “A-Ahhh, but...but not often enough for my liking...” 

     The rookie feel that came with Radar’s strokes was...surprising to say the least. The young Prime would not have taken the other mech for such a beginner. It was somewhat stimulating, at least, but Suffitus had to wonder. 

“Mmf...N-Never handled another spike before?” He asked through several ragged pants, one optic closed trying to focus on the miniscule pleasure. “B-Because at the rate you’re going, I’m far away from blowing my load on you~”