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Liege's POV

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When Liege learned that Lanbyte had been indiscriminately attacked by the Shadow Fang of Cybertron, his first thought was to lock Starsaber in Garrus-1, confining him to solitary for at least a deca-cycle or two to teach him a lesson. But instead, Liege took a few joors to reflect on what might have provoked his beloved conjunx into targeting his protégé. Numerous possibilities flitted through his neural networks, but only one seemed certain.

Jealousy.

With this in mind, Liege returned to his private residence in Crystal City and descended to the secured basement—a space designed specifically to contain his volatile partner. As he entered, he couldn’t help but recall, with a mix of fondness and irony, that this was the very place where Starsaber had first captured him all those cycles ago for a contract unpaid.

And my, how the circuits have shorted the other way.

The basement was filled with a charged energy that had Liege's frame sparked with excitement. Finding his conjunx was bound to a sturdy carbon-steel throne, nearly impenetrable, would take an omega sentinel to break through it. Liege knew his lover’s specs well enough to be certain that his conjunx could never escape from it, unless he resorted to tearing off his own limbs.

Taking in the sight of his captive lover, trembling with rage, Liege couldn't resist taunting him.

"My dear Saber," he purred as he strutted closer, tucking his wings back. "What shall I do with you? Did you honestly think I wouldn't find out?"

Starsaber sulked, his vents hissing as he spoke. "You know why I did it," he snarled. "You were spending too much time with that little crossed-wire, pinhead."

"So, you were jealous," Liege sneered with a hint of amusement.

"Of course I was," Saber retorted, scoffing. "We agreed that you only engage conversations with another mech for less than ten clicks, unless two mechs were present, which extends to twenty clicks—and more if I’m there."

Liege scoffed a bit, but then he reached out, grabbing Saber’s helm with a vice grip. “You ignoramus, overclocked, glitch-head! I should seriously consider rewiring your neural networks to make you limp-node fool! Do not tempt me, Saber!”

Then Starsaber’s engine rumbled deeply, his red optics gazing to Liege’s with an intensity as he purred darkly. “Would you now? Even then, I think I’d still find myself crawling into your berth while you sleep, sliding my pressurized spike into your sweet little valve.“

Liege managed to keep his wings from flaring out as he imagined that tempting scenario. Sure. Even if he did succeed in erasing Saber's networks, the warrior mech would still find a way to make it happen with the ultimate goal of sparking him up. Well, they have been trying for years, but bared no spark. Nevertheless, Starsaber was nothing but relentless.

The ninth Prime smirked slyly. He straddled Saber's lap, causing their interface panels to grind against each other. A groan escaped from Saber's intakes and his vents released a burst of hot air as both their arousal grew.

"Is that a promise, my conjunx?" Liege taunted, relishing in the control he held over his partner.

“Release me, and I’ll show you," Saber responded in a growl. “I’ll fill you up ‘till you’re bursting at the seams.”

Liege paused, mulling over that delicious imagery. “Hmm,” he hummed thoughtfully, a playful gleam in his optics.

"No." He smiled.

Saber reeled back at that. "No?"

"You still haven't received your punishment yet," Liege lowly crooned as he scooted back a bit, dropping his servos over to Saber's interface panels, rubbing circles on it. "Open up. Let me see that monstrous spike of yours."

Starsaber grunted at Liege’s demand, his frame shivering as the charge began to build up. With a growl, Saber gave in. His panel snapped back, and his spike sprang free, the head flared open, dark crimson rod standing erect, white biolights pulsating with need. Liege's intakes went dry at the sight as his servos gingerly stroke the length in a light, teasing manner.

"It never ceases to amaze me how incredibly hard you get for me, my conjunx." He cooed at him as he rubbed the underside. Liege's own valve ached with want, calipers cycling. "You must truly want me."

"Primus, I do!" Saber hissed through clenched denta. His spike was now leaking drops of thick transfluid.

Shuddering, Liege opened up his panels, revealing his valve already leaking of lubricants. He raised his hips over his lover's spike and teased the tip by grinding and rubbing against it, but never truly letting him in.

"Impatient, aren't we?" Liege murmured. Saber snarled in response, but his hips jerked up as best as they could. His spike bumped and ground against the rim and the mesh, and the head flared a little wider.

Liege continued this slow pace, which was surely frustrating for Saber, who liked going fast like a beast chasing after only its release, eager more to mark their territory, and spark up their mate, but the Prime was taking his time, wanting to draw this out for as long as possible.

After all, Saber’s impatience was what got him in this mess to begin with, so a bit more of that will teach him.

"Are you enjoying this?" Liege teased as he leaned in to lick at Saber's audial fin.

Saber's engines rumbled loudly as he growled out. "Frag you, Liege. When I get out of here, I'm going to ruin your fragging valve. I'll make sure you won't be able to walk or even fly for cycles! Even when your valve is closed, you'd still be leaking from my fluids, 'cause I'm gonna make sure you're never without it!"

Liege laughed, amused at how desperate his beloved conjunx was, and yet so honest about his desires. Starsaber had never been one for poetry, preferring to express his passion through physical means and his crass vernacular. And yet, somehow, this unrefined approach always ignited a spark within the ninth Prime, leaving him yearning for more of Saber's unfiltered desire. Perhaps it was this raw authenticity, or the intensity of his emotions, that resonated so strongly with him.

"I'll take that as a yes, my beloved Shadow Fang of Cybertron." He said softly before finally he lowered himself into Saber's spike, gasping aloud as he was filled to the brim, stretching his mesh out to its limit. His valve contracted, drawing out a choked gasp from his bonded.

Liege placed his servo-arms over Saber’s broad shoulders and began to slowly rock his hips up and down, reveling in the sensation of being filled so completely. The calipers of his valve clung tightly to Saber's spike, squeezing it with each movement.

"Frag me, Saber..." Liege moaned, desperate, his wings twitching as they flared out.

With a grunt, Saber tried to thrust his hips to match Liege's movements, desperate to find some semblance of relief, but he was held firmly in place. His arms jerked against his bindings, and the carbon-steel throne groaned, but it didn't budge.

Liege's servo moved to stroke Saber's faceplates, admiring his bound and helpless lover as he continued to control the pace, riding his lover's spike with agonizing slowness.

"I should let you sit there for a bit while I have all the fun. What do you think of that, my darling?" The ninth Prime said in a husky tone as his thumb traced over the intakes. "Hmmm? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Saber's optics glowed brightly with frustration and lust as his vents released a hot pressurized air. His words came through gritted denta. "I would rather be buried deep within your sweet valve, pounding you into submission."

"Oh? But where would be the fun in that?" Liege whispered as his digits trailed down to his chin then neck. "Let me remind you. This is your punishment for attacking Lanbyte-"

"Don't say his name here." Saber hissed at him, his engines growled louder, his anger rising up.

"Or what?" Liege challenged as his optics flashed. He leaned closer, his wings fluttering out as his valve contracted around the thick spike.

Saber’s fans roared with an angry gust. Then, something gave in. The bindings surprisingly broke off.

 In one fluid motion, Saber had Liege pinned to the floor, their frames colliding with a forceful impact that sent sparks flying. Saber loomed above, a predatory gleam in his crimson optics, his spike still buried deep inside Liege's valve, now with the full control to thrust.

And the Shadow Fang of Cybertron wasted no time in setting a brutal pace, slamming into his bonded with a relentless force that had Liege screaming, his vocalizer glitching out from the intensity of the pleasure and pain. The sound of their bodies crashing together filled the room, drowning out the hum of their overworked systems.

The warrior mech was wild in his thrusts, pounding hard into the Prime's glorious valve, his optics blazing as they stared into Liege's optics.

"I'll show you," he snarled, "You're MINE, Liege."

"Y-yes! Oh frag, yes!!" Liege screamed, his digits digging into the floor. He was caught off guard and it left his spark pulsating with excitement. His valve clenched around Saber's spike, each thrust eliciting a guttural moan from his vocalizer full of static.

Saber leaned down and pressed their foreheads against each other, his vents mingling with Liege's as they gazed into each other's optics. They stayed locked in that moment, before Liege opened his dermas a bit, and Saber took it as an invitation to kiss him, fiercely devouring his intakes. Their glossae intertwined, as if fighting over dominance, and the taste of each other was intoxicating.

Liege's servos moved up, grasping Saber's helm, and their frames moved in perfect synchronicity as the pace quickened even further. Saber angled his hips, finding the most sensitive nodes in his bonded's valve, eliciting more lewd noises from Liege's muffled intakes.

As their overload neared, their frames began to tremble, their systems on the brink of overload, Saber's charge building up in the head of his spike as Liege's charge crackled around the nodes. Then, as one, they cried out, Saber thrusting deeper than ever, his spike expanding as Liege's valve squeezed around him. Transfluid and lubricant mingled, dripping down to the Prime's thighs as they rode the wave of their climax together.

Finally, after what seemed like a beautiful eternity, their systems began to cool, and Saber collapsed on top of his bonded. His helm rested against Liege's chassis as they held onto each other, savoring the aftermath of their twisted love-fucking.

"Oh Primus, Saber..." Liege moaned a bit, his frame shuddering as his valve's calipers continued to tighten on his bonded's spike. "Ngghh... take us to our berth now. You better do good on your promise, making sure I won't be able to walk for the next few cycles."

"With pleasure," Saber replied, a smirk tugging at his intakes. "But first," he added, his vocoder a low purr, "I think I'll have my way with you right here again."

Without waiting for a response, he began to move, his spike still hard within his bonded. Liege gasped as the charge once again started to build within his frame. "You insatiable mech," he managed to whisper between moans.

Saber chuckled darkly, capturing his bonded's dermas in a searing kiss. "And you wouldn't have me any other way," he growled, before their passionate fucking swept them away once more.

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"I was spending more time with Lanbyte because he's the next candidate for the Primacy," Liege Maximus explained.

Starsaber's optics flickered in surprise. "...Huh?"

"Idiot," Liege muttered, but the harshness was softened by the way he leaned in to press a kiss against his conjunx's faceplates. They lay entangled on their berth after a long night of interfacing, their frames still bearing traces of mingled fluids and streaks of exchanged paint. "I'm his mentor. I have to stay close to him until the Matrix is ready to make him a Prime. So again, you have nothing to be jealous about."

Starsaber frowned, his intakes pulling into a faint pout. "I suppose you're right, but you still didn’t have to spend so much time with him." His servo trailed downward, brushing against Liege's interface array.

Liege quickly smacked Starsaber's servo away, grumbling, "Are you seriously not listening to what I just said?"

Starsaber frowned deeply, but instead of pulling back, he wrapped an arm around Liege and drew him closer, their forehelms pressing together. His voice softened, the vulnerability clear in his tone. "Of course I'm listening. I'll be more careful in the future. Just... don't neglect me, please."

"Never meant to, my love," Liege replied, his tone gentling. His optics dimmed slightly in affection. "And I believe I’ve told you before—you’re always welcome to demand my attention in public. Just... without the crass language."

Starsaber’s lips twitched into a grin as a memory surfaced. "You mean like the time I walked into the council meeting and shouted, ‘I want to spark you up!’?"

Liege groaned and flicked his helm, the sound sharp but playful. "Especially that, you oaf!"

Starsaber’s frame rumbled with laughter, the sound deep and rich, reverberating through their shared space. He tightened his embrace, holding Liege close as though he were the most precious thing in his universe.

Liege was his.

My Liege. My Liege. My Liege.

Starsaber's crimson optics locked onto Liege's, their glow reflecting the soft, crystalline gleam of amethyst.

"...I want to cut you up into little pieces," Saber purred, his voice dropping to a low, velvety timbre, "...and scatter you across the sky like tiny stars."

Liege froze, his optics blinking rapidly. Then, without warning, a startled laugh burst from his vocalizer.

"Pfft! HAHAHA! What kind of poem was that?" he exclaimed, incredulous at the poem even as his faceplates radiated sheer delight. Despite the macabre imagery, there was something disarmingly endearing about Saber’s attempt.

Starsaber's intakes puffed as he pouted, a faint whir of frustration accompanying the expression. "You did say I should try my networks at writing," he defended, his frame sagging an unmistakable sulk. "And putting my feelings into words is supposed to help with my emotional control."

“I’m  sorry, I’m sorry! It was…” Liege paused, taking a moment to change his stance, and be more genuine. “I loved it. I absolutely loved it. Do you have more?”

Saber pouted more, refusing to entertain, but when Liege pouted back, the warrior mech easily caved in.

“I want to carve your vocalizer into the wind,” Saber recited, his servos tracing slow, deliberate lines along Liege’s helm. “…so it haunts me everywhere I go.”

Liege moaned softly, the sound low and approving, as he nuzzled his faceplates against Saber. There was something undeniably soothing about the warrior mech’s deep, resonant vocoder—a melody Liege could lose himself in.

“And I would fall for you, again and again,” Saber continued, his voice a sultry murmur, “across lifetimes, through shadows and pain. Don’t speak of change, of vorns, of stars… Of sparks reborn beneath distant—mph!”

Liege silenced him with sudden fervor, his intakes pressing against Saber’s as they melted into a fiery kiss. Sparks danced and lightning surged through the nodes of their dermas, the electrifying contact igniting every circuit between them.

“Frag me, Saber,” Liege rasped, parting from the kiss, and Saber moved on top.

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A/N: Okay. I’ve written many, many lemons, just not…transformers, so this feels a bit awkward for me, but I hope that you guys enjoyed it :D maybe?  Did I do well??

By the way, Lanbyte is future Nexus Prime. Lol.

But yeah, I’ve been thinking of writing this since Chapter 13 of the Primus’ Rising Prophet, when Liege was first introduced and he talked about his conjunx, who is legit, authentic yandere.

Anyway please leave a comment! :D

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[ Scenario: Retired Liege dies during the Quintesson War and his spark essence ends up in the Matrix. ]

Liege: *blinked* “… Where am I? Is this inside the Matrix??” *sees Nexus Prime* …O.O… “Lanbyte—Nexus!? What happened to you!? How did you die before me?”

Nexus Prime: -__- ++  *folds servo-arms* Your conjunx killed me!!

Liege: … *sighs* “…Of course…” *facepalms*

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Chapter Text

"I want to cut you up into little pieces
And scatter you across the sky like tiny stars
I want to carve your vocalizer into the wind,
So it haunts me everywhere I go.

And I would fall for you again and again,
Across lifetimes, through shadows and pain.
Don't speak of change, of vorns, of scars...
Of sparks reborn beneath distant cold stars.

Where time is shattered and hope is destroyed,
You are the stillness in the chaos
The anchor that keeps me from unraveling.
What is time to us, but another enemy to defy?
Watched its gears crumble beneath our pedes
Dare I say, you could be gone a hundred lifetimes
And I would still know your spark amongst the grey
Even when the universe collapses around us,
Your spark dances, wild and fierce.

You linger in the spaces between my thoughts
The air would taste of you
If I have to pierce through the heavens to find you, I will.
If I must tear the planets from their orbits, I will.
You are not a chapter to be closed.
You are not a story with an ending.
You are the ink that fuels the fire within me
You are the reason I defy all the odds against us

So come back to me, always
No matter how vorns reshape you,
No matter what pieces were lost from agony,
We will build something greater from the ashes.

And when the stars whisper your name,
I will answer.
My Liege. My Liege. My Liege."

--Shadow Fang of Cybertron