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Skyfire sighed as he looked at communication beep as it waited for a reply. He really didn’t want to make this call. He really didn’t want to talk about this. It made his armor crawl, and yet he knew his city was built on people like Rift Ring. Primus had a place for all his creations ... even if their own parents didn’t want them.
Swallowing, hating himself, he allowed the frequency to connect, a familiar face popping onto the screen. For a moment, the healer and teacher looked surprised, probably wondering why a student was contacting him through a medical line.
“Skyfire. My, not who I was expecting especially since you haven’t been in any of my medical courses in Steller Cycles. Your studies do not really require medical courses unless …,” a pained look overcame the healer, his specialty known far and wide. “Oh … or have you contacted me for medical reasons.”
Swallowing, nervous, Skyfire stumbled over his words, “Well, not me … or my brother or … it’s just that … I know someone that needs your help … in a medical manner.”
“I see. What is the nature of the problem? Is it serious?” asked Restart in a critical manner.
The flier’s words became very soft, his words foreboding as he refused to look his old mentor in the optic, “Well, you see, a fellow organics enthusiast said … someone hurt him in a … sexual manner. And emotionally it wounded him so badly that we could barely keep him together when his emotions met their end. We need your help … he needs your help.”
Restart sighed, hating the look of pain and desperation on his old student’s face, his words soft, “I understand … Well, you contact the right person then. It is my specialty. Now, tell me. Who do I need to save?”
…
Sentinel had grown to hate and love the dark, his optics still broken and gone. Unfortunately, he could never tell who entered his room and he always seemed to be stuck in a perpetual state of rest. His body was just built to rest when his optics were offline and when he was lying down. It was just something that couldn’t be avoided given that he was obviously stuck doing a lot of that. Sometimes he even caught himself falling into slumber when the scientists were working on him or talking to him.
Uh, now there was an unpleasant subject.
He knew the science crew was just trying to help and that he had ripped himself up badly, but they always seemed to be touching him. Yes, they were replacing parts or checking on his status and trying to offer comfort with a soft brush over his forearm as was customary, but he hated it.
He hated it because it was so gentle, like he’d break with one misplaced grasp or rough tug. It was terrible because it reminded him of that night. Optimus’ touches and kisses were gentle like that and yet so passionate. Yes, the anti-depressants that the scientists had given him (mostly because he couldn’t stop screaming and crying those first few Mega-cycles; he wasn’t proud of it) had made the memories a little more bearable and he didn’t feel as suicidal, but it didn’t dull the memories or chase away the nightmares.
That … was the greatest downfall of not having optics. Once you woke from a nightmare … you were still in the dark.
Sighing at the thought, Sentinel shifted slightly on his berth.
Frag, he was tired. He just couldn’t get over the nightmares. True, it just replayed the night over and over again, but sometimes Soundwave or even Magnus would join in and frag him over. Truthfully, he might have found that ironic given that both mech’s metaphorically fragged him over and also because Soundwave technically didn’t even have the right reproductive parts, but he prayed that tonight would be different, that this rest would be nice. He wanted to have a good dream: perhaps a memory about Elita while she was still alive. Any warm memory would do.
Anything but the ghost that was haunting him with her half rusted features. Even with the depression medication he could sometimes hear her calling, asking why he was still alive. That thing no longer comforted him. It frightened him and for some reason he felt like it really wanted him dead … if it had to kill him itself, then so be it.
Not that he had told anyone really about it. It wasn’t like they didn’t think him crazy as it was. She was probably just a waking nightmare like everything else. Her whispers in the night would pass … hopefully.
And yet, bidding recharge to take him away, he seemed to lie there forever, drifting in and out of partial rest, unable to claim the sweet confines of oblivion. All he could feel was the aches of his body and the beating of his spark … and the small one against his own electric heart. He could feel it grow as the mega-cycles passed, pressing against his own.
It would drop any mega-cycle now, wouldn’t it? It would drop into the developing shell and be all but complete. Everyone knew that once that happened … there was no getting rid of it. The sparkling was all but developed and to pull it out of the carrying chamber would merely leave it disfigured and glitchy but alive. No sane medic would abort a bitlit so close to completion.
Sentinel shivered at the thought.
Primus, he wished someone would come in and distract him from his thoughts. Anyone, even Skyfire’s slaghead brother. That mech might have had medical knowledge but he lacked any type of bedside manner. Primus, Aquila could be irritating … though even his voice would be nice right now. Perhaps someone would even touch his shoulder or speak softly to him or … hold his hand. A part of him hated the touches and yet he wanted someone to touch him. It had been so long since someone had touched him kindly. In fact, it was no wonder his body had reacted the way it had when Optimus had touched him so warmly and … lovingly.
Frag, he didn’t need to think of that right now.
He needed to think of anything, anything else!
Suddenly, as if on godsend, he heard a knock on the door and then it opened slowly. Turning his head slowly, he listened carefully to see who would speak and release him from his torturous loneliness. Yet, there was no voice, just the echo of peds into the room. He frowned slightly as he tried to figure out who it was by the sound alone. Most of the scientists were larger and heavy footed except for Inquis … and it didn’t sound like Inquis and his twitching blades.
I-it wasn’t Elita, was it? It wasn’t one of those nights where she crept in the shadows, angry at him for leaving her alone in death, for being a coward and not dying like he promised.
Swallowing, fear dragging into his spark slightly, he asked carefully, “Who’s there?”
The peds stalled at his feet … or at least where he thought his feet would be. He honestly wondered if he still had feet. The scientists kept him pretty numb. He couldn’t even feel anything.
Baring his teeth, the Autobot growled, “Don’t just stand there. What do you want? I’m trying to get some recharge in.”
The figure merely continued to stand there, vents panting slightly. Personally, Sentinel thought it was pretty creepy, but he kept his irritated visage up, “Look, I’m tired. Just tell me what you want.”
A small almost warm chuckle echoed over the room, warm and blending as it murmured, “Isn’t it obvious what I want, Sentinel? I came all this way here for you … because I want you.”
Sentinel, beside himself, went stock still as his vents stalled, the voice continuing as a hand suddenly ran up the side of the berth as the figure walked towards his head.
“I know what’s been going on Sentinel. You don’t have to feel alone anymore. I even know about the urges … down there and the want to be filled. The dreams of being taken again and again until you’re sated.”
Sentinel almost choked when he felt hot vents near his face, the mech leaning over him likely, but there was no way it was him. And yet he could never forget that voice … but he just couldn’t be here. There was no way he could be here! No one was supposed to know where he was. He had made sure of it. He had never wanted to be found.
“As the sire,” continued the voice, Optimus’ voice, bashful and yet surprisingly daring, “I want to sate you. After all, i-it is my responsibility to make sure the sparkling has all the nanites he needs and that the bitlit isn’t stealing from your frame. So … I want to pleasure you. Can I pleasure you, Sentinel? That’s why you called me here, right? I promise it will be good like last time. I’ll make you come again and again.”
Choking, Sentinel tried to scream out and thrash away when he felt a hand run up and down his thigh, sliding into the inside of his thigh for a moment. It was obvious what Optimus wanted, but the other Prime just couldn’t be here! True, he couldn’t feel much of anything below his legs, but he was sure the reproductive system wasn’t attached to the same system as his legs … so he was going to feel everything. And yet he couldn’t make a sound. He couldn’t even voice his fright and horror as Optimus started running his hand over his cod piece, begging for him to open it softly. Frag, he couldn’t even lash out, because he was strapped to the berth!
And when had that happened?! The scientist no longer did that. And how did Optimus even know about the pregnancy? He hadn’t remembered anything with that mind control device!
Suddenly, none of those logical thoughts mattered. All he could think of was the click that filled the room … his cod piece opening on its own and allowing Optimus access to his most private parts. Optimus, as kind as ever, merely said, “S-so you do want me. You opened your cod piece for me. I-I didn’t think you would want me again after the first time. Well, I promise it will be good so let me start by pleasuring you.”
Then, slow and careful, and so sickenly thoughtful, Optimus crawled onto the berth with him, littering his abdomen and upper legs with kisses as he settled between Sentinel’s legs. Optimus’ next words made Sentinel wish he could wail, “Oh frag … y-you are already dripping. I didn’t know my mere presence aroused you so much. Well, just enjoy this then … I want to taste you.”
Then, after kissing Sentinel’s slowly growing belly once more, Optimus wasted no time in slowly spreading those thighs which Sentinel had no control over, hot vents pressing warm air over the blue mech’s interface. The fire truck actually purred in appeasement before he slowly pressed his face into the wet valve, kissing it almost lovingly for a minute before he started licking and moving his jaw as if he were trying to eat Sentinel’s very valve.
Not that Sentinel had any say on the subject as he thrashed, Optimus probably thinking him excited because his valve immediately reacted, throbbing in pleasure since it had been so sensitive lately. Lucky, the blissful torture of a tongue lapping at his valve didn’t have to last forever when Sentinel suddenly felt the edge come unexpectedly, his valve tightening as his mouth opened in a silent scream. If Optimus saw his mouth move at all, the other Prime probably thought it was a silent scream of pleasure.
“Primus, your valve came, hard … there’s so much fluid down there,” said the higher ranking Prime as he pulled himself away from the valve, vents panting; Optimus’ voice was shaking as he murmured, “And you smell so good down there. My spike is actually aching it’s so hard. I-I’m going to enter you now. I want to be inside you … tell me if you are in pain or want to stop, alright?”
Opening his mouth, wishing he could scream, a lone tear fell down Sentinel’s cheek as Optimus crawled on top of him, hands running up and down his blue chassis as the other murmured, “I’ll make it good. Like last time. You liked it the first time, right? You came so hard for a first timer … I-I promise there won’t be any pain like last time though. Now just let me slide in.”
Feeling a stiff member slap against his inner thigh, the officer threw his head back and bucked as well as he could as he released a silent scream. This wasn’t happening! How could this be happening? Optimus was orns away. But this was definitely real. He could feel his reproductive system priming itself.
“Excited? I am as well. Primus, you are so hot … I … uhhhh,” Optimus moaned as he slowly slid inside the other, Sentinel bucking as he was filled with Optimus’ member, stretching him.
Vents panting, Sentinel mentally noted that Optimus had been truthful. It didn’t hurt like the first time. It stung slightly with how tight he seemed to be, but he was slippery and it felt so snug and right and Optimus was shifting inside him just the right way and frag … what was wrong with him?! Why couldn’t he scream or shout or cry for mercy? Instead, his hips were shifting like he was a whore-bot, begging Optimus to move inside him, wishing he could feel his legs so he could wrap them around the other.
And Optimus did move inside him. The red Prime started out slow and then picked up a quick, fast pace. It felt good. It was good. It was as if Optimus just knew what he wanted, what nodes to press into and shift about. It was blissful. It was so good. He knew he should hate it and yet the deep gnawing that had settled into his carrying chamber the last few Mega-cycles seemed content, pleased even.
His whole system was telling him that this was okay. That he should like this.
Frag … he was tired of being upset and crying and weeping and hating himself and his body.
He was tired of fighting.
Choking back a sob, Sentinel quit thrashing against his restraints and revealed his neck so Optimus could lean down and start sucking at his throat. Optimus quickly obliged, changing the angle he was slamming into the other as limber fingers started pressing at joints.
Soon, there was the sound of juices slapping together, moaning and … release.
It felt good. It felt really good.
Suddenly, as if recognizing the admittance, the room no longer seemed so dark. His world no longer seemed so bleak. He could even see the silhouette of Optimus on top of him, fucking him. There were even red curtains in the shadows billowing around them. His spark was even hammering in pleasure, in pleading as if asking why he hadn’t done this sooner. Then, finally, he felt his valve tighten, bliss echoing throughout his form and then he came. He came so hard that his entire form shuttered, the feeling only enhanced as warm nanites suddenly exploded inside of him.
And he liked it.
It was so warm and pleasant and his entire system seemed pleased with the prospect of being full. A part of him even prayed that Optimus just kept coming. He wanted Optimus to spill into him forever. Then, as if Primus was answering his silent plea, the fire truck roared and came again and again and again. In fact, Sentinel could feel his belly expanding as Optimus kept spilling inside him like an endless waterfall of warmth. Sentinel didn’t know when his hands become unbound or why he could see now, Optimus smiling and panting down at him, but he couldn’t help but put his hands on his belly as he felt it slowly expand with Optimus’ juices flowing into his carrying chamber. It was painful as his metal spread and stretched and yet he found himself begging Optimus for more. He needed more … he needed more for the sparkling.
For his sparkling.
“Please, more! Frag me more! Fill me up,” Sentinel found his lips begging, pleading not even wondering why he had a voice now.
Optimus, shivering above him, could only murmur, “Yes, Rift Ring. Yes …”
Rift Ring? Wait, how could Optimus know …
“Rift Ring … come on, wake up.”
Suddenly, the curtains disappeared and the feel of a cock inside him dispersed … and the darkness of opticless sockets returned, his systems beeping as he was pulled from recharge. It-it had been a dream? A nightmare? But it had felt so real. When he came … it had felt so real. His valve still felt full, his valve even felt dripping and wet.
Face suddenly contorting in horror, Sentinel twitched his fingers … his valve twitching in appeasement in reaction. Frag, he had been fucking himself. His valve was stuffed with his own fingers, fluid everywhere between his thighs. Worse yet … someone was in the room with him, watching him and shuffling nervously.
“Rift Ring … Are you alright? I heard some moaning and I came in to see if you were having … another nightmare.”
Trying to bid back the tears of embarrassment that threatened to pull at his features, Sentinel couldn’t help but choke, “H-how much did you see Aquila? How much?”
There was silence for a moment from the usually sarcastic and stoic mech, a loss for words. Then, sighing softly, the jet murmured, “I saw enough. You … were really going at it and kept mentioning someone called … Optimus.”
Besides himself, Sentinel couldn’t help but suddenly whimpered and breakdown, bringing his dry hand up to his face so he could at least hide his expression of utter surrender, warm tears streaming out of his empty sockets. What was wrong with him? Why was he fucking himself like a little whore-bot over the thought of his rapist? What was slaggen wrong with him!
“Hey, hey, hey. No need for that. It’s okay; it’s okay,” suddenly came Aquila’s voice, almost desperately as the jet stumbled closer over to the berth, a hand shakily placing itself on Sentinel’s shoulder in a show of comfort. “There’s nothing wrong with what you did. It’s completely normal for a Heavy mech to masturbate in recharge. I-it’s a way to tell a partner and the carrier t-that it needs … things. T-things like nanites in his carrying chamber.”
Choking, hating himself though a little calmed by the thought it was his body doing this to him and not a hidden want for his rapist … his old friend.
“Why,” found Sentinel whispering, begging. “Why did this happen to me? Why is this happening to me? I wasn’t the best mech in the universe, but I followed the rules and I worked so hard. I did my job so well. I did everything I was told to by a superior and … and still this happened to me. Still … I was punished.”
Choking on his words, tears falling and dripping onto his berth, Sentinel begged the larger bot, “Why? Please tell me what I did wrong?”
A chair pulled forward, a warm hand suddenly engulfing his own, Aquila struggled to find the right words, “Shh, shh. No need for that. You know that what happened to you was not a punishment. Primus is many things … but he does not punish. He would never punish one of his children in that way and you know that.”
Aquila’s voice was almost a whisper as he beat it into Sentinel’s head, “You know that.”
Sentinel pulled in a vent of air, trying to calm himself, slowly and reluctantly agreeing.
Sighing, glad the other mech had calmed, Aquila continued to speak softly, surprisingly sincere, “Please know that I’m sorry that this happened to you, but if anyone understands what’s going on its us. Most of us were born from Carriers like yourself. This is the life we were born into. Our parents survived … You’ll survive as well.”
Whimpering softly, he thankfully gripped Aquila’s hand, glad for its sturdiness. He would survive this … he had to.
“Now … I don’t mean to unnerve you Rift Ring,” whispered Aquila a few moments later, Rift Ring having calmed. “I know it’s been a difficult morning, but what you were doing earlier is a bad sign. Your body is craving the minerals that nanites are made of. Now, we would generally just give you supplements but given your injuries … we gave you all of them already to heal.”
Aquila’s next words were wary, careful, “So … the only option is nanites or risk the sparkling stealing metal from your internals which we can’t allow given your state.”
Rift Ring choked, placing a hand on his face again as he whispered, “No-no, I can’t have anyone inside me. Not now … not for a very long time if ever. Please … don’t make me.”
Choking, vents stuttering Aquila quickly corrected himself, “No, no. Not like that. More … medical in nature. Donations that will be placed in your valve. Nothing like … that. No one will hurt you like that Rift Ring, I promise”
Vents stuttering, Sentinel gingerly nodded his head and placed a hand on his slowly swelling belly, glad for its warmth. He would survive this … they would survive this.
…
A few planets away, Optimus sighed as he stared down into his energon. The dreams … the thoughts about the erotic mech were not going away. Yes, they weren’t as often as they once were after the spark attack, but they had taken a disturbing twist ever since his spark attack and the naming of the forming bond. The mech that would moan and twist beneath him, his valve so slick and wet and tight and wonderful … now had a face. And at first, the first time he had had the dream about who his lover was, Optimus had sat up in a cold sweat, coolant dripping down his armor.
Part of his mind had called it a nightmare … while his spark had purred in contentment like it was right to dream of him that way.
Optimus sighed at the thought and placed a hand over his optics. What was wrong with him? Sentinel was missing! He should be worrying about the mech, not jacking off to the thought of his wet valve. Part of him wanted to believe his worry about the other was just why his subconscious dreamed of Sentinel that way. He also presumed that it had something to do with him being the prime age for breeding but really … were these erotic dreams of his maybe-offline friend really necessary?
“What is wrong with me?” whispered Optimus softly to himself, hating his mind.
“What’s so wrong?” came a crabby and yet familiar voice that immediately set the young Prime at ease.
Dropping his hand, Optimus was greeted by the familiar sight of Ratchet, the mech a little shinier than usual given it was a requirement to be presentable as a teacher. Ratchet had been offered the position of teaching mechs and femmes field medicine so that anyone could patch up a teammate until a medical officer could do all the fine work. Ratchet always seemed to be bitching about it, but he never left either. Optimus figured that that meant the old mech was happy.
“Dang kid, you look terrible,” grumbled Ratchet as he looked over the exhausted Prime, sitting down with the other. “I came to check on you as soon as I heard about your spark attack. Sorry, I wasn’t on Cybertron during the attack kid, but Sari is just going through some changes and she needed me on Earth.”
“Changes? What kind of changes? Is it something serious?” quipped Optimus, suddenly worried. He had always disliked the fact that Sari was alone on Earth. He knew she wasn’t officially a member of his team, but he hated having her so far away. He knew she wanted to take care of her father, but she was so young herself, a sparkling compared to their kind, but she promised she would call for help if she needed it.
And it seemed she did.
Waving off the other’s worry, Ratchet murmured, “Don’t you worry. She’s fine and, no, I can’t tell you exactly what was wrong. A patient’s health, especially half organic,” Ratchet whispered as he looked around the open food court, “is no one else’s business. This also isn’t the time or place. Now tell me kid, have you not been recharging well? Did they prescribe yah anything during your stay in the hospital?”
Optimus smiled softly and shook his head, waiting for the old mech to situate himself before he murmured, “Not really, my health is fine. It’s just I need someone to talk to, someone to speak with about my thoughts.”’
“Ah, it’s that kind of problem,” said Ratchet. “Well, tell me what’s going on. You know I always have an open audio … unless you are Bumblebee. Frag, the kid talked a mile a minute when he found out I went to check on Sari’s health.”
Optimus chuckled slightly at the thought before his frown returned, a hand unknowingly being placed on his chassis, “Well … I’m sure you’ve heard about Sentinel Minor. He went missing.”
Ratchet, stalling the opening of his own cube, gave a weary look to the other as he admitted, “No, I haven’t. What happened?”
Shaking his head, Optimus admitted, “No one knows … he took his vacation and no one suspected anything until he didn’t come back. And, you know, I think … No, I know something bad happened. I can feel it in my spark and yet,” Optimus took on a frustrated tone, his voice whispering, “And yet I’m apparently not worried enough for his well being that all I can think about is fragged his valve senseless. This morning I dreamed I … came … into him so many times his carrying chamber actually started to expand and he just kept begging for more.”
Ratchet, nearly spitted out his drink, his thoughts turning dark. No … no. This couldn’t be what he thought it was and yet Optimus just kept speaking, revealing the horrors that Ratchet had wanted to forget after the Soundwave incident. But the incident would not rest and it just kept reminding Ratchet that he hadn’t listened to his gut enough.
He hadn’t taken care of Sentinel even though he suspected something was wrong … And now knew something was wrong.
“I dream of him almost every night cycle. I want to fill him with my … uh … you know,” said Optimus, gaining a blush even though he was obviously far more frustrated than embarrassed. “And I know it’s wrong. Then again, I think it has something to do with my spark attack and the developing bond that whiplashed back on me, but I don’t even know why the bond developed. We haven’t exactly been close lately.”
Ratchet nearly choked on the small sip of energon that he managed to intake if only to appear normal.
“And a deep part of me just knows that bond belonged to Sentinel even though we aren’t close. I supposed we were like brother’s once, but, regardless, he might be offline and all I can think of is how much I want to stuff him with my … my … spike,” whispered Optimus though he looked on the verge of screaming his frustrations. “I wake up almost every morning stiff and the only way I can jack off lately is if I’m imagining spilling into Sentinel, filling the other’s belly until he whines in pleasure. It’s just so … wrong.”
Finally exhausted, seeming to have kept his frustrations in too long, Optimus slumped in his chaired and gave his elder a pathetic look, “What is wrong with me, Ratchet?”
Ratchet, wiping some energon from his chin, could only bite his glossa. Oh, he had a hankering of what happened and yet he didn’t have the spark to tell Optimus. Optimus was a good kid. He didn’t deserve the guilt, but then again it was only a suspicion … with a lot of supporting behavior. But, regardless, Sentinel might already be offline. Optimus’ spark was probably just reminding the young mech of something that it … might have loved if given a chance.
There must have been something good in Sentinel’s spark to keep Optimus’ spark enthralled. Then again, Sentinel was likely offline so what did it matter? Spark attacks from developing bonds generally meant death or fraggen close to it. Frag, could this all have been avoided if he had just demanded Sentinel stay until after a spark exam on Earth?
Turning to look Optimus in the optic, Ratchet wilted knowing all too well that what was done … was done. There was only the present now.
“Nothing’s wrong with you Optimus. You’re at that age. Don’t let it bother you too much. Maybe you are secretly into fraggers with large jaws,” said Ratchet, trying to keep the sorrow out of his voice.
Optimus, as if lifted from a burden, merely laughed, adding, “Or maybe I’m into blue sparks. I don’t know why, but in my dreams … Sentinel always has a blue spark. I don’t know if he really does, but you know it might just have to do with his paint color.”
Ratchet pretended to chuckle at that, agreeing with the young mech though in truth this was anything but a laughing matter. The likeability of Sentinel having been raped that night was almost a hundred percent given all the supporting behavior … and with Optimus’ confession … it was likely Optimus who had done it or at least watched. After all, a developing lover’s bond always knew how to keep an engine hot and heavy until the other half came back to finish the bond.
Luckily for Sentinel … he probably was never coming back from his disappearance. So, despite himself, despite the false smile on his face for Optimus, Ratchet vowed to do something he hadn’t done in a long time. He’d pray for the young bot. He’d pray for the forgotten and raped Sentinel Prime. As a healer he was supposed to fix things … but he had done nothing.
May Primus forgive him.
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