[G1 AU] Dinobots: Sacred Song

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Title: Sacred Song (co-written with okami_hu)
Arc: Sparklight
Rating: NC-17
Characters: OC, Grimlock
Summary: Teenage Dinobots. Oh, the horrors. (sticky - glossary of terms)


The brother Moons were high on the sky, their pale blue light illuminating the clearing in the middle of the small settlement. It would have been enough to the sensitive eyes, but tonight was special. Tonight required a celebration.

The metallic pounding of the drums filled the air, the sound vibrating with anticipation. It mingled with a low, monotonous humming, an ancient song accompanying the rituals since millennia. Long torches flickered, lighting the clearing in front of the chief's cave; their dancing light painted menacing shadows over faces and armor, heightening the already intimidating, savage appearances.

Around, the jungle was alive with organic and metallic life alike. Trees rustled in the light night breeze, and nocturnal creatures stopped briefly in their hunt and stared at the tribe members kneeling in a wide circle, waiting. Huge fireflies danced around the torch flames in a daze along with gem-winged butterflies and other insects – they didn't bother the audience, not the slightest. They were not originally part of this world; their ancestors came here and stayed though not by their free will – however, this knowledge was lost in time, along with so many other things. Nevertheless, the descendants retained the will to live, the instincts, and the common sense, and they continued to thrive on this planet which suited their needs and handled them equally with its own creatures.

Blue, red, and amber optics fixed on the dark entrance as one of the drummers began to sing. It was a call to the gods and to the master of the ceremony – the time has come to initiate another warrior, another proud, full member of the tribe. The rhythm became faster, the song soared, louder and more high-pitched, until it died with a shuddering shriek.

And Landslide, the Dinobot tribe's fearsome but fair leader finally stepped forward from the shadowed entrance of his lair.

He was greeted with a respectful silence, the optics of his tribe members unwavering as they watched him emerge. This was not the first of these rituals nor would it be the last, but all the same, this night was special. The new warrior coming of age was none other than Landslide's only heir, and he stood at the center of the circle of Dinobots, his back straight and his head held high. He had been anticipating this night for a long time.

The young one had to greatly resist the urge to growl as silence was not something he was usually comfortable with, but he forced himself to remain quiet. He had witnessed this ritual once before and knew better even if it was progressing far too slowly for his liking. Still, he was not known for his patience, and Grimlock's visor glowed just a little brighter to show it as his sire came closer. They were nearly a mirror image though Landslide was darker in color than his heir, and his visor shined brilliant blue rather than Grimlock's crimson. Their similarity was nearly astonishing even down to the plating which made up their faces - the mark of a leader. Landslide held high hopes for a bright future for his offspring.

Grimlock still had a way to go though. After tonight, he would be considered a warrior. He was not yet fully grown, but it was doubtless his lanky form would fill out soon - he was already a little taller than his sire, and the ritual of his coming of age was to bless him to finish growing into a large, powerful body fit for his destiny as a leader.

The young one's already limited patience finally worn thin, he could not resist letting a low, barely audible growl vibrate in his chest.

Landslide's visor flashed in amusement - the heir inherited his mate's temper, no doubt about it. Not that the chief was a coward or too careful, but the late Wildfire's powerful flames were blazing in Grimlock's spark brightly. Ignoring him for the time being, Landslide raised both arms and let out a loud roar which was answered by his tribe. Strong, beautiful warriors all, he was proud of them.

"This night," he began his speech, "Gods will grant us another hunter. Him Grimlock, heir of Landslide - heir of Chief - came of age. Tonight, him Grimlock has to prove he good warrior. And then, he'll be made grown up, real warrior. Panel will break to let him mate, have strong heirs, making tribe stronger. Him Grimlock will be true Dinobot!"

The tribe howled as one, cheering both the youngster and the Chief. Sunsong and Deepmoor resumed beating the drums made of fallen enemies' bodies. Landslide turned to his heir.

"Me Landslide, Chief of tribe challenge you Grimlock to fight! Make me Landslide yield and earn right to mate!" Usually, every young mech was challenged by his sire for a semi-mock duel - they really fought, but the sire was expected to lose anyway. In Grimlock's case, defeating Landslide had a double meaning - if somebody defeated the Chief, he was to become one instead of the fallen. This battle would both make him an adult and prove that he is the rightful heir of his sire's position and the Chief's cave.

Grimlock's answering roar was raspy, his vocalizer not yet fully matured and still incapable of thundering like his sire, but the young Dinobot tried his best as he did in everything. "Me Grimlock ready!" he declared proudly and balled his hands into fists. He had waited so long for this night, the excitement threatened to overcome him, but he was not about to let it. That would be embarrassing with the whole tribe watching.

The young Dinobot hunched down with his fists brought up in front of him, the wing-like chest pieces of his other form arcing high over his back to make himself look bigger and more menacing.

Landslide did the same. He assumed the proper stance and slowly began to circle, watching his offspring. He loved Grimlock with all his spark though that never made him go easy on the youngster - Landslide was a stern, strict creator but always just. He knew his heir would mature; he would slow down a little, and his temper would tame, and then, he would be an even better leader than his sire, perhaps. His strength, his passion to be the best, and his sense of duty made Landslide immensely proud of his offspring. He was beautiful too. Seeing his armor shine in the torchlight and his visor flicker with determination made the Chief's insides twist. That young body would feel perfect under his hands... Like a leader's should.

In fact, Grimlock already had some experience with leading - the tribe's youngsters followed him easily and respected him. Right now, they were sitting in the circle as well, full of anticipation like the adults. The breaking of the panel locks was a community ritual.

Impatient as always, Grimlock was the first to move. The young Dinobot leapt forward and swung one of his black fists at his sire. They had sparred like this many times before, but Grimlock's hardheaded nature and impatience had always robbed him of victory. He was determined not to fail this time, not with the whole tribe watching.

Landslide easily evaded, catching his son's fist with one hand. His foot lashed out as he pushed Grimlock back. He let out a low growl, the one he used to express his disapproval.

Grimlock snarled in return as he stumbled slightly, but he quickly regained his balance and lashed out with his other fist, using his determination to fuel his strength.

This time, the hit landed, and Landslide groaned in surprise - he hadn't been expecting this. Countering the attack, he aimed his fist at Grimlock's thinner abdominal armor.

Grimlock was too close to properly dodge the attack, but he managed to twist himself so his sire's fist hit his side rather than his vulnerable and sensitive abdomen. It hurt but not as much as it would have otherwise. With a growl, the younger Dinobot lashed out with his fist again, this time aiming for Landslide's chest.

The blow landed again but did not do much to slow the Chief down. Landslide loved to spar, but he was not going to make this easy for his beloved offspring. He danced back and crouched low, launching out with full speed to catch Grimlock by the waist and force him to the ground.

Oceanborn, Landslide's current mate glanced at her own heir, the slender Swoop. She could barely hide her smile at the sight - the youngster's blue optics were wide and alight with excitement. He took an interest in Grimlock ever since they came to the tribe; Oceanborn was sure that sooner or later the two would end up together.

Grimlock let out a startled bellow when he hit the ground and angrily kicked at his sire. That was a move Landslide had not used on him before, and while it angered him, it also excited him. It just gave him further assurance that he was getting stronger if Landslide had to improvise.

The Chief laughed and glanced at the audience as Berserk clapped and cheered for him. In response, the young Sludge let his voice out as well, "Come on! Fight Grimlock! You good – defeat Landslide!"

Swoop joined in. Sunsong and Deepmoor grinned and quickened the drum rhythm a little.

Grimlock used that distraction to his advantage and slammed his fist into Landslide's head before he jerked a knee up to try to dislodge his sire so he could get back to his feet.

That worked. The cheering intensified as Landslide rolled off his heir with a groan and stood crouched on the ground, shaking his head. The boy surely could pack a punch...

The young Dinobot pushed himself back to his feet, proud of himself for catching his sire off guard, but he knew better than to call it a victory just yet. While Landslide was still recovering, Grimlock rushed over to him and grabbed him by a panel on his back, straining hydraulics in his still growing arms to throw the older Dinobot. Grimlock knew he would regret that later as he heard a strained line snap in his shoulder, but as far as he was concerned, it was more than worth it.

The tribe members roared, Deepmoor's palms pounded the drum hard, and even Swoop jumped up. Landslide flailed, but that didn't really help - he was hurled through the air and almost landed on Tusk who managed to roll away at the last moment. The Chief roared and, ignoring his aching parts, got up quickly to get back to the circle. He'd be slagged if he didn't get a few other hits land on his heir's hard skull!

Grimlock slid himself into a more defensive stance, his left arm sluggish and heavy and dripping fluids onto the ground from the line he shredded in his shoulder. It hurt terribly, but he did not regret it. The approving roar of the tribe was worth the pain.

Landslide noticed that as well and he couldn't help the appreciating nod. Oceanborn would look at that later. He slowly got closer and punched first with left then with right hand; he knew Grimlock wouldn't be able to block both.

The young Dinobot snarled angrily but supposed he deserved that. He managed to block one of the punches and tried to take the other with his uninjured shoulder before he lunged forward with his shoulder in an attempt to muscle his sire to the ground again.

Landslide could have resisted that, but he decided to bring the fight to end. Grimlock was strong; he deserved his locks to be broken tonight. The Chief rolled with the punch, carefully landing so Grimlock was on top.

Once Landslide was down, Grimlock quickly got to his feet and planted a foot on his sire's chest. It was doubtful he realized he was allowed to win, and he would have been immensely angry if he had. Since he did not though, he let out another raspy roar of triumph once Landslide was pinned.

The tribe cheered, and the drums quieted. "Grimlock won! Grimlock won!"

"Let's break panel!" Berserk howled with delight. Landslide laughed and attempted to sit up, to declare the winner formally.

Grimlock removed his foot from Landslide's chest and reached down with his uninjured arm to help up his sire. His whole body vibrated as he growled happily, very proud of himself as well as greatly anticipating the next half of the ceremony. To finally win against his sire on the night his locks were broken was something he had not anticipated, but that just made this night all the more special.

The Chief let out another thundering roar to silence the tribe then spoke up. "Grimlock proved him warrior! Now it time to become one able to create as well! Gods see this, gods bless Grimlock, future leader of tribe!" With that, he sealed his heir's position. One day, he would lead this tough bunch, protect them, and lead glorious hunts.

Sunsong and Deepmoor began beating the drums anew, and Landslide turned to his offspring. "Don't move arm much," he said quietly. "Let me Landslide guide." The locks were broken during a sensual dance, and the Chief didn't want his heir to endure more pain than he should have, not this time. This was Grimlock's night.

Grimlock snorted at his sire's concern. That was rather contradictory - he just beat Landslide, yet he was being coddled? And on such an important night. "Me Grimlock strong," he declared. "It not hurt that much." The young one was nothing if not stubborn.

"Alllrrright," Landslide purred then raised his arms and started to move with the rhythm. All Dinobots could dance, and they did it a lot – before hunts, occasional wars, when new life was born, or a spark was extinguished, they danced and sang. It was one of the few things their ancestors left for them, one of the traditions to cherish and practice.

Landslide's massive body swayed in the flickering torchlight. His dark hands ghosted over his heir's frame, coaxing him into the dance too. It was another battle; the youngster was expected to stop the adult from touching his panel then eventually give up which was seldom an issue - Dinobots old enough to get their locks broken were not difficult to arouse.

Grimlock easily slid away from his sire's roving hands at first, his growl lowered to a purr of his own. This was it - his final initiation into adulthood. All the seemingly endless days of anticipation were proving to be well worth the wait. He moved with grace belying his large, gangly body and let Landslide guide him just a little, for once too excited to be too stubborn.

The rhythm was speeding up again, and the tribe members quieted. They watched the sight with shining optics - sire and heir both looked captivating as they danced. Landslide finally got his arms around Grimlock and placed his large hands on the abdominal plates. Hips swaying, his own panel grinding against his son's back, he let his fingers slide down until they rested above the panel between the legs. The Chief rubbed it slowly. When one was aroused, pain tended to register less.

The young one's purr elevated once more to a growl of anticipation. He had to greatly resist the urge to squirm against his sire. The feeling of Landslide's panel scraping against his back was very nice, and it did not take long for several of Grimlock's vents to hiss to life, cooling his already heating body.

The Chief pressed his mask to his son's neck and growled softly. He was heating up as well thanks to the lanky frame twisting under his hands... It indeed felt perfect. His fingers pressed down harder, mapping out the edges of the panel. For a few more seconds, he let himself enjoy the closeness, let his pride fill him, then with one quick move, he broke the locks.

Grimlock tensed and let out a snarl at the sharp pain, but he took it easily, using his throbbing shoulder as a distraction. As soon as the locks broke, his panel snapped open for the first time, and he hissed as the cool night air stung his overheated valve which was already beginning to grow slick.

Landslide shivered, and he traced the opening cautiously, feeling the wet energon gathering there. His free hand went to the lighter armor's seams - he knew some of his son's sweet spots since they had fooled around before. His own vents hummed louder too, betraying his aroused state. He suspected he would have to give up Grimlock to somebody else soon enough... But this night, under the guise of the ritual, his beautiful heir was his and his alone.

Grimlock's visor dimmed as his head rolled back of its own accord, his growl rolling from his body and into Landslide's. He could no longer resist squirming when the edge of his opening was touched, and he tried to push his hips into his sire's hand. He dreamed of this night for so long it was almost surreal and nearly impossible to believe it was finally happening.

The Chief responded with his own growl and slipped out from behind Grimlock, seizing the youngster's hips and pulling him closer. His own panel slid open, and he could feel his spike inside his body stir, wanting to be let out. He pushed his hips forward.

The young one snarled and eagerly rubbed his panel against his sire's, the hand of his working arm gripping Landslide's shoulder tightly. He no longer noticed the rest of the tribe watching the ritual - all he saw and wanted now was Landslide.

"Yesss..." the Chief hissed quietly and sank down on the ground, pulling Grimlock with him and maneuvering him into his lap. Landslide unsheathed his spike and groaned as the cool air touched it. He wanted to bury himself into that tight, hot valve which had never been invaded before... He knew it would feel great. "Closerrrr..." he growled softly.

Grimlock growled in return and pressed closer to Landslide, eagerly rubbing his hips against the older Dinobot's. He slid against his sire's spike to smear it with the energon dripping from his opening. He could hardly wait to have it inside him after waiting for it for so long.

And the Chief finally reached the end of his patience. His strong hands grabbed his offspring's aft, and he pulled him over his spike, barely managing to do it at a reasonable speed - after all, Landslide didn't want to cause him pain. He roared again as he was fully nestled inside - the young body held him tight and warm, almost like Wildfire's, but still differently. Landslide's visor flickered as he studied his heir.

Grimlock threw back his head and released his own roar as his body stiffened though not from pain. The feeling of his body being penetrated for the first time was exquisite, and that his sire was the one to do it just made it that much better. He knew it was supposed to feel good, but nothing could have prepared him for just how good it felt.

The drums were pounding, and the torches flickered; some of the tribe stared in awe, some were shifting, getting into the mood, too... But for Landslide, they ceased to exist. He pulled Grimlock closer, and began to move, sliding in and out of the slippery valve. His vents roared, trying to cool him, and he could feel some parts of his body simply switching off as he headed toward the release.

Grimlock squirmed and tried to match Landslide's movements, his fingers trembling where they still gripped his sire's shoulder. Simply having the spike inside him was amazing enough, but the way it moved inside him was even more so, and like most young ones who had come of age, he could not endure the intense pleasure for long. His still stiff valve seemed to almost spasm as Grimlock thrashed in Landslide's lap when his first overload crashed down upon him, and his immature vocalizer strained to release another roar, static intermingled in the noise as the still developing component protested how much it had been used that night.

Landslide 's intakes hissed, and he quickened his pace to reach his own overload as well - he had good control over his body, so he wasn't far behind his heir, his spike trembling and releasing his seed in a powerful stream. His roar, on the other hand, was loud and clear.

And then, he just tried not to collapse from the wonderful shock. The forest was silent around, and the tribe watched, in an awed silence. Even the drums died. However, it only lasted for a few minutes. Deepmoor jumped up and howled, and the tribe followed his example, cheering the new, full-right member of the tribe.

Landslide gently pulled his heir closer so he could murmur into his audio receptor. "Me Landslide love you Grimlock. Remember that."

Grimlock, normally not one to ever show any form of weakness, could not help but sag against his sire just this once. Every circuit in his body tingled, and his systems threatened to shut down, the pain in his shoulder completely forgotten. He only vaguely heard the howls of the tribe, all his wavering attention focused on his sire's words. "Me Grimlock remember... Grimlock love you Landslide too."