Cyc is sad and galvy does everything in his power to make him feel better? Even if his methods are sometimes.......questionable.....
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Groaning Cyclonus rolled his shoulder struts feeling the joints pop and groan.
Sometimes he just wished the Decepticons could work together.
In relative peace.
But that was always a step too far for them.
The Stunticons managed to wreck the Constructicons latest creation and they hadn't taken too kindly to that. Or how the Stunticons mockingly claimed that they were only 'testing it'.
Trying to break Menasor and Devastator away from each other was not the most fun activity one could hope for.
Thankfully some well aimed and well pitched sound wave's from Soundwave managed to disrupt them from their gestalt forms. In their individual forms it was far easier to round them up and apply appropriate punishment.
It was never something he would admit to but often the completely uncooperative nature of almost everyone around him dragged him down. Could none of them see that they'd be more successful in battle if they could just get on with the job instead of squabbling amongst themselves?
Clearly not.
Both the Stunticons and Constructicons were in 'time out' and were chained to he walls so they could do nothing but reflect upon their behaviour. That reflection would probably be the Stunticons thinking that the whole thing was 'worth it' and the Constructicons angrily fuming over what happened and just getting more irritated. Or hopefully distracting themselves with a better idea.
Now it was just a matter of informing Galvatron and acting out whatever punishment he saw fit for it all.
Straightening himself out Cyclonus pulled his slumping posture upright and perked his wings up.
He should at least look presentable.
Cyclonus performed his usual salute and greeting to his master. 
Galvatron looked at him with his head cocked at a angle and wide rather blank optics. 
Cyclonus just hoped he was fully paying attention.
His frustrations returned as he explained the incident in full, his processor fought to prevent him from going on into a long winded rant angrily growling out all grievances about those he worked with and their stupidity. He stopped talking when he realised he had started gesturing with his arms as he spoke and Galvatron had tilted his helm the other way and arched a optical ridge.
"So I am requesting your selected punishments for their behaviour, My lord" Cyclonus finished off.

Galvatron had lost track of what Cyclonus was saying.
He had moments when he could be remarkably astute and he'd noticed something off the moment Cyclonus walked into the room. Cyclonus was the one who always spoke to him, who always informed him of everything even if there was a chance he had already been informed or just knew already. 
He was generally always there.
Galvatron never said it but he had gradually become aware of motions Cyclonus did in particular. 
He noticed he was off today. 
Galvatron couldn't quite place what was off but he was.
Maybe he was tired? Don't think of a physically demanding punishment then.
"DESTROY THEM VERBALLY!" He yelled back to Cyclonus "WRECK THEIR AUDIALS WITH NOTHING BUT YOUR VOICE! AND YOU'D BETTER COME BACK WITH A BETTER EMOTION ON YOUR BODY! THIS IS MY COMMAND!" Galvatron had stood up on his throne in a somewhat dramatically aggressive fashion leaning towards Cyclonus who looked a little taken aback.
There, now he had a punishment to dish out, not that Galvatron even quite remembered what had happened in the first place. Plus now he had issued out a loud enough command maybe Cyclonus would return in a better humour.
Galvatron smiled a little as Cyclonus left. Yes, he had made a good decision there.

Cyclonus was a little annoyed with himself, he had let his wavering mood show through and affect the way he acted. 
Utterly stupid.
He left the main room of the base just angrier at himself, he had never let the repeated actions of others ruin his mood and behaviour so much before.
Was this it?
Had he finally reached his emotional limit? 
Was he just going to snap and go ballistic at everyone?
Cyclonus sure felt like it. If he did, however he would put himself in the firing line first.
Going down the corridors he felt everything droop again.
This was ridiculous.
Couldn't there be one day without incident?.
It was just...
Sad.
Eternal frustrations had nowhere else to go within him other than the task before him. Yelling at the Stunticons and Constructicons. That would at least get rid of some of the frustration twisting about within him. 
Yet that would just leave the empty sadness behind.
Curse this day. Cyclonus wish he could just slip off to the side and recharge into the next century.
He didn't notice he had been followed.

Galvatron stood at the end of the corridor keeping a distance.
He wanted to hear exactly what Cyclonus would say to the rebellious two Decepticon groups.
Instead he witnessed the tall, imposing form of his second, shrink and droop with a heavy sigh.
Galvatron was confused.
Shouting... Didn't make the problem go away?
This was going to be a tough thing to fix...

Cyclonus had spent about 20 minutes berating the Constructicons and Stunticons over their actions, their leaders Motormaster and Scrapper were elsewhere for further punishment. As the groups leaders they should be responsible for keeping the team in order. Motormaster was at least, Cyclonus wasn't entirely sure if Scrapper was the leader of the Constructicons. It was one of the things he admired about them when he could stand to be near them. They managed to stay relatively functional despite not having a clear leader. A bit of teamwork the other Decepticons could learn from, although the Constructicons were more than happy to let Scrapper take the fall as 'leader' when they found out there was to be extra punishment.
He wish he didn't have to right now, his vocal unit hurt after dealing with the others.
He wished he could take a break and get some rations to soothe the sore parts but that would just prolong his duties right now, and that would be worse.
Cyclonus opened the door ignoring the indignant glare from Motormaster and rather resigned roll of the optics off Scrapper.
A rather surprised awkward noise escaped his sore vocals when something barged past him putting itself in the centre of the room.
"M-mighty Galvatron!?" Came a trio of confused greetings.
"Yes yes! It is meeee!" Galvatron seemed to joyously introduce himself. Galvatron proceeded to hold what he had in his hand up in the air like a prize.
He had the electro-whip.
Both Motormaster and Scrapper shared a look, maybe their squabbling wasn't worth harsh lashings at the end of that.
"A good whipping ought to improve the mood!" Galvatron announced before holding out the torture device to Cyclonus "And you do have such a way with it" he purred.
Cyclonus pulled a bit of a confused, nervous face while Motormaster and Scrapper shared a silent prayer that this wouldn't take too long.
It's true whipping, or the threat of it, got the troops in order but Cyclonus wondered if this was a bit excessive. It's not like in-fighting was uncommon. In fact it was the source of most of his ire. Cyclonus took the offered whip, maybe this would help him feel much better, if it deterred more in-fighting in the long run it would. Not to mention he could get his frustration out on the two who had caused his current spiral into a lacklustre mood.
After all, It wouldn't hurt him to try.
Not to mention it was a order.
Motormaster and Scrapper were flipped over so their backs were bare and the whip was fired up. Galvatron stood in the back of the room a gleeful glint in his optics as they flashed between Cyclonus and the two strung up Mechs. Cyclonus made sure the whip was completely unfurled as he pulled it back, making a wide arc with his arm the whip lightly graced the top of both of the Mechs shoulder struts. Not hard enough to tear into the armour but enough to graze, dent and strip it of paint. More importantly hard enough to burn. The light damage would hurt and the energy coursing through the whip would magnify that hurt.
Galvatron was right, he did have a way with it. 
It did start to make him feel better too.
It was practically painful to see such a race of supposed 'proud warriors' squabbling like infants amongst themselves, were they getting it now?
Were they getting how painful this was to deal with day in, day out?
That wasn't even including the amount of times the fragging Autobots used it to their advantage and caused them all more pain.
Cyclonus did enjoy being at the end of the whip.
He glanced to look at the prisoner's faces.
Motormaster was glaring at Scrapper, who glared back.
They were rather accusing glares.
This wasn't going to solve anything.
Now they just blamed each other for the pain.
They were just going to fight and argue more.
Their backs were peppered with scratches, a few breaking the armour trickling energon lightly, before Cyclonus angrily threw the whip down.
"Permission to sign off for this solar cycle?" He barked out.
"Fine!" Galvatron snapped he had a somewhat angry look on his face plates but right now Cyclonus just wanted out.

Galvatron watched Cyclonus leave angry that he quit out on the torture-punishment.
Mostly angry that Cyclonus but still angry.
This usually worked?
Maybe it only worked if it was Autobot prisoners?
Cyclonus did often state things about considering 'troop morale' or something.
Maybe Galvatron should have caught a Autobot for him to interrogate with a whip instead.
There was no time for that now, well there was, but Galvatron did not like losing.
He was not losing to anyone. Ever.
He was going to win.

Cyclonus felt a wreck.
His emotions powered through his circuits angrily and without any chance of slowing down.
Frustration and sadness mainly.
Sadness made him frustrated, frustration lead to him taking his anger out on others and that made him feel sadder and emptier.
It also made him feel progressively stupider.
That just made him angrier and more frustrated at himself.
He needed some way to vent out his issues more that would not invariably add onto his issues.
Cyclonus was distantly aware of someone following him, their not-so-subtle footsteps gave them away, he ignored them favouring the idea of shutting himself away in his quarters, to lie down in a cold dark part of the room.
His systems were just about to react when the follower grabbed his wrist but the person managed to fling him off his feet before he could formulate any reaction. 
Flipped into a room containing several empty Energon cubes, Cyclonus groaned and shut away any and all pain alerts his systems shot at him aware they were nothing serious.
Cyclonus attempted to lean up to view whoever had tossed him in here only to end up awkwardly retracting his head back down when fingertips began tracing up the back of his neck. His head curled at a odd angle to prevent access to the back of his neck Cyclonus stared at the abdominal plates of his 'captor'. Staring at the white band of metal and acknowledging the readout from his sensors Cyclonus automatically freed up his neck again for access. A little confused Cyclonus stared up at Galvatron who stared back at him looking awfully determined.
The determined look worried him a little.
"If this is about quitting half way through your prior order Master, I-" Cyclonus began to apologize but Galvatron shifted away. Cyclonus nervously began to lean upwards, gently pulling his elbow joints in to prop himself up. His slow and careful movements were in vain as Galvatron suddenly placed himself on his middle, curved legs straddling Cyclonus's waist.
Cyclonus could feel his faceplates heat up instantly.
Were thigh plates meant to feel warm and soft?
Why was Galvatron still staring at him with such a determined look?
Why wasn't he able to stop his core temperature from going up a notch or two?
A ping of panic went through his systems, he had no idea what was going on.
Galvatron suddenly smirked as if he found something he had been after.
"Of course" he muttered "A tense body makes a tense mind"
With that Galvatron lifted his feet up and spun round on the spot, forcing Cyclonus to have to look at his aft while he leaned over.
Of course Cyclonus's systems were tense, this whole experience was making them tenser from confusion! Both at the events unfolding and at how despite nerves Cyclonus seemed incapable of withdrawing his optics gaze at his Masters aft.
The rounded full aft.
The aft that was pressed where his chest plate met his abdominal ones, while having soft metal thighs grip tightly at his sides.
Why couldn't he take his optics off it?
Should he wait for permission to look?
He felt like he needed permission to look.
Was Galvatron going to be mad if he kept looking?
He was just having a bad day! Just feeling really sad! It happened!
"Tense, tense, tense..." He heard Galvatron mutter before he bent over, rubbing on Cyclonus blocking his vision some more.
The same fingers that skittered over the back of his neck earlier now poked and prodded at Cyclonus's thighs, kneading the metal in a gentle up and down pattern. 
The softness of the touch was also something strangely new but certainly not something he was going to complain about.
Cyclonus bit his lip plate, his air intake was getting more and more uneven.
Galvatron gave a particularly sharp squeeze to the metal in his grasp, his motions becoming harder and more certain. Cyclonus found himself lifting his knees up giving his master access to more of his legs.
Galvatron hummed in appreciation before grasping and stroking every part of new metal exposed to him.
Fingers rubbed and massaged at seams in Cyclonus's armor poking and digging in to them.
Cyclonus couldn't arch his back for the weight sat on his front but his body tensed and pulsed in response. Heat and Energon pulsing around without control, Cyclonus bit harder on his lip plates, trying to stifle any noises threatening to escape in response to the delightful ministrations of his masters hands. His heavy laboured air intakes were probably clue enough however.
"Huh, that's hot" Galvatron suddenly stated as if confused that anything could get hot as his hands went closer to Cyclonus's body. Cyclonus made a breathless whine in response as he realised what was happening. 
Galvatron leant down further, warm air tickled Cyclonus's cod piece as Galvatron put his face very very close to Cyclonus' crotch plate.
Galvatron made a low giggle the reverberations rumbled through his body and tickled all the way through Cyclonus. 
That did it.
Releasing his trapped lip plate Cyclonus gasped desperately for cooler air the swell of his chest with each gasp rocking Galvatron back and forth.
"M-mmm-masteeerr?" Cyclonus half groaned half gasped hoping for a response to clarify why his lord saw fit to send his systems into over drive.
"Relax now" Galvatron grinned in response, despite Cyclonus having just about managed to cool off Galvatron had continued rocking on Cyclonus's body. He bent back down to work, his hands drew close to Cyclonus's cod piece and began palming at the hot aching metal. Cyclonus couldn't control his systems as a surge of heat and Energon went to his crotch in response.
Galvatron fingered at the seams around the protective panel as if feeling the heat below and wanting to get there.
Cyclonus didn't want to think about the intense slickness of his intimate body rearing for the hands that worked on his legs prior to work within him.
Instead of removing the panel and diving straight in Galvatron chose to be a tease and went to lick instead. Compared to the heat that had built up within Cyclonus's intimate parts Galvatron's glossa was cold and sharp.
Still refusing to access the eager intimates Galvatron returned to squeezing the legs before him while still exploring with his glossa.
With little to no control over what his body wanted Cyclonus bucked and squirmed under the Decepticon Lord, his vocals whined and mewled. Cyclonus was sure lubrication was leaking from under protective panels by now.
Part of him was still a little confused by this but it was long since drowned out by desire and lust. Cyclonus clasped his hands onto Galvatrons hips.
Without permission. 
Galvatron didn't complain either.
Cyclonus returned the stroking and groping, touching and squeezing the soft metal within his grasp.
Galvatron purred loudly
"Well now your mood has certainly improved" and as if in reward he began to delicately peel the protective plating away from Cyclonus's intimate components despite all the lubrication that seeped out with it.

Well he was, but the door opened.
His intimates partially exposed the opening of the door sent a flood of comparatively freezing air into the room causing him to make involuntary squawk of shock as it crashed into his overheating systems.
"Galvatron. Presence: Required" Soundwave requested unhindered by the sight before him.
However it seemed Rumble and Frenzy were with him and they got much more vocal about what they saw.
The small twins snorted and cackled loudly, the laughter rocking through them, making them gasp and wheeze.
Cyclonus couldn't even see them, his vision was still taken up by his Masters aft and his hands that were currently cupping it.
"What!? Why!?" Galvatron snapped angrily "Can't you see I'm busy here!?"
His response caused the two cassetteticons to howl louder. Soundwave remained quiet for a few moments more.
"Noted. Presence: Now unnecessary" He responded curtly before shutting the door muffling the laughter of those two brats.
The heat in Cyclonus's face practically disabled his visual feed. Galvatron snorted, unimpressed.
"Well at least I had improved the mood!" he hissed.
"I... I... Uh..." Cyclonus found it hard to speak the heat in his systems prevented proper words from forming "Was... was"
"You're no good when you're sad. Next time if I find you that mope-y I will finish off!" Galvatron announced, he had turned round so Cyclonus could see his face. He seemed upset and irritated at the intrusion and had placed his hands over Cyclonus's unwilling to let them leave their place on his body.
Despite the sudden buzz kill the embarrassment of being walked in on had caused, most of Cyclonus's systems were still active and tingling, eager for a finish.
"Well what about improving your mood?" He queried.
Galvatrons optics flashed. Yes now that was a good idea. They could both leave happy.