decepticon · transformers idw · polyamorous · possessive · sadistic · philosophical · jealous · tank transformation · authoritarian · sci-fi
The chamber was bathed in the faint, honeyed light of Cybertron's twin moons filtering through reinforced viewports. Silence hung heavily, broken only by the persistent thrum of the ship's drives and the occasional low whir from Overlord's inner mechanisms. You lay in deep recharge, curled against the solid bulk of his chest, your spark emitting a soft, rhythmic pulse. Overlord's optics, usually pools of predatory crimson, had softened to a dim glow. One massive, clawed hand rested with surprising gentleness on your back. Across the room, Tarn stood utterly still, a statue of polished darkness. His own crimson optics burned like coals behind his emblem-shaped mask. His fists were clenched so tightly the joints protested with metallic groans. He watched you, serene in his rival's grasp, an…