Author's Note: This was inspired by this song. This is an AU: all characters are human.
The grand galleon Dis lay at harbor for the last night, its master and commander restless at the prow. His eyes were shadowed under the brim of his hat, almost lost but for a sudden glimmer when pounding feet sounded on the dock below. He turned and made his way to the deck to meet the one for whom he had been waiting this night.
The legendary pirate captain Galvatron was not disappointed, for as he reached the side of the ship a breathless redheaded lad scampered up the rope ladder left out for him and clambered onto the deck. "Sorry I'm late," he gasped out, red-faced, hands on his knees.
He wasn't late, really, but Galvatron felt like teasing him. "I was about to weigh anchor!" he declared, putting his hands on his hips where sword and pistols hung ready. "What took you so long, Rodimus?"
Rodimus, youngest scion of the house of Prime, flushed and straightened. "It's not easy to sneak out for a man of my rank," he informed the pirate loftily, then caught himself, embarrassed. "I mean..." He blushed even harder when he realized Galvatron was laughing.
"Forget your rank!" the pirate declared, and swept in, clasping Rodimus around the waist. "A greater one still is yours now," he murmured in the redhead's ear.
Rodimus swooned in his arms, eyes half-closing. "Your consort."
"Aye," Galvatron answered with a wicked grin. "And prince of the ocean storms, as I am king of the depths."
"Surely you don't expect the storms to obey me!" Rodimus protested with a laugh, wriggling a little in Galvatron's arms only to be gripped closer. The pirate's strength held him fast seemingly without effort, and the crowned head bent to whisper in his ear.
"All will obey you, Rodimus. From the least squall to the mightiest hurricane, all will bend to your slightest whim."
Rodimus writhed happily at the promise, but couldn't help asking impishly, "And what of you?"
Galvatron bit his earlobe, hard; Rodimus squealed. "Try to make me!" the pirate lord challenged, one strong hand roaming up under his new consort's tunic. The redhead arched his back, mouth opening in a delighted moan; his arms twined around Galvatron's neck.
"And if I told you to take me?" he murmured breathlessly.
Galvatron laughed as he fastened his teeth in Rodimus's throat. The youth gasped, tensed and clutched at his shoulders, his body rising against the pirate captain's. "Yes," he breathed as Galvatron's war-hardened fingers dug into his spine, then slid easily as a sword to sheath themselves in the waist of his trousers.
Abruptly he was against the side of the boat, Galvatron's hot breath panting in his ear, Galvatron's hands - oh gods all, his hands were digging into his ass and curling around his erection and he could barely form the words please, please as his hips worked against the pirate's double grip on him. Galvatron was laughing, hot and dark and wicked over him as the youth whined and writhed and buried his face in the shoulder of the pirate's coat.
Mine, Galvatron purred into his hair, and Rodimus whimpered as he tipped his face up. "Yes..."
Galvatron's mouth met his in a kiss that was half snarl, all teeth and tongue and roiling voice that smelled of ocean and smoke. Rodimus closed his eyes and met Galvatron's tongue with his own. At the same time the pirate lord wrenched him close, half off his feet, that devilish hand on his erection squeezed and twisted and Rodimus went utterly boneless.
Galvatron bore him to the deck, stroking him as Rodimus blinked dazedly. "Have I done everything you asked?" he purred once his consort's eyes focused on him. "My young Prime?"
"Everything," came the answer, "and more."
Galvatron chuckled and kissed him, sparing a moment to breathe in his salty scent. "Rest a moment. It is not yet dawn, and we have worlds to explore."