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From Good to Bad to Great	By : geminigirl83 Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > AU/AR Views: 2713 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: From Good to Bad to Great
Pairing: Lockdown/Wreck-gar/Ratchet
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: PWP, anal, DP, non-con, oral, slash, sticky, violence
Summary: (2/3) Ratchet and Wreck-gar at Lockdown’s mercy, and he isn’t about to play nicely with them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. I make no profit from this.

Snarling, Ratchet struggled, arms pinned behind his back with what he assumed were stasis cuffs, larger ones keeping his legs locked together. He desperately tried to open up a com link to his teammates back at the base, but his binds were sending out a small pulse through his frame that interfered with his radio as well as his weapons. They were trapped and on their own.

Ratchet glared over at Lockdown, desperately fighting to keep himself from panicking. It was hard to do, especially seeing Wreck-gar trapped in the bounty’s hunter grip, optics wide with fear.

Lockdown laughed, “That was quite a hot show you two lovebots put on. I saw everything.” He winked at the horrified medbot. “I want to get in on the action.”

“You rotten piece of slag!” Ratchet yelled, thrashing against the cuffs.

Lockdown made a ‘tsk, tsk’ sound as he shook his head. “Now, now, there’s no need for name calling, especially when I’m holding a hook to your friend’s main fuel line. It would be a shame if I got upset and accidentally severed it.”

Grinning maliciously, Lockdown pressed the sharp end of the hook harder on Wreck-gar’s neck, drawing a small trickle of energon, causing the smaller bot to yelp and jerk in pain. The bounty hunter lapped away the fluid, chuckling when the younger mech’s face twisted in disgust at his touch.

“Aw, what’s the matter precious?” Lockdown snickered, hook raising up to tilt the younger mech’s face until they were optic to optic. “Don’t like my touch? I could show you a better time than that rust bucket over there.”

“Fragger!” Ratchet screamed. “I suppose this is the only way a hideous, malformed, disgusting scrap heap like yourself can even get anyone to interface with y---ahh!”

A pained yell ripped trough Ratchet’s vocalizer as Lockdown’s hook blasted forward, piercing his shoulder, sending splinters of metal flying and sparks shooting out from the ripped wires. After shoving Wreck-gar to the side, the bounty hunter was on Ratchet, servo violently slamming into the medbot’s jaw, heel kicking him hard in the abdomen. Energon dribbled down the side of Ratchet’s mouth, and his sensors went wild from pain as he felt dents forming on his face, but just as suddenly as the attack occurred, it abruptly stopped. Wreck-gar had crawled over to the two bots, grabbing onto the bounty hunter’s foot, desperately trying to keep the larger mech from stomping on the medbot.

“Please, stop!” Wreck-gar pleaded. “I’ll do whatever you want, but please don’t hurt him! Please!”

“Wreck-gar, no, don--!” Ratchet yelled.

A vicious slap to the mouth cut the medbot off, and he gagged as Lockdown’s servo wrapped around his neck, squeezing firmly. “Shut it. Don’t listen and I’ll start smacking your ‘lover’ around.” He smirked down at Wreck-gar. “Anything I want, hmm?”

Releasing his hold on Ratchet’s neck, Lockdown retracted his pelvic plating, causing Wreck-gar gape at the large length that rose up. Ratchet kicked and cursed, attempting to knock the larger mech away from the junkbot, but the bounty hunter merely laughed at his feeble fight and planted a heel on his abdomen, keeping him pinned to the ground.

“Why don’t you put that mouth of yours to work?” Lockdown sneered. “Bite me, and I’ll rip out your dentals one by one.”

Wreck-gar nodded weakly, offlining his optics as he took the plug into his mouth, whimpering when the bounty hunter thrust his hips, gagging as the shaft slid down his throat. He struggled to keep himself from pulling away, forcing himself to relax and suck on rigid length, flicking his glossa on the tip, making the bounty hunter shudder and moan. It sickened him to perform such an intimate act on the mech, but there wasn’t a choice for him. He had to keep Ratchet safe, and he prayed to Primus that an overload would make the bounty hunter fall into recharge, hopefully giving them an opportunity to escape.

Gritting his dentals, Ratchet averted his gaze, overwhelmed by shame and a strong sense of worthlessness. He toyed with the cuffs, urgently searching for any weak spots. The heel on his stomach suddenly pressed harder.

“Look back over here, doc-bot,” Lockdown growled, and the medbot complied, glowering. “Your ‘lover’ has a talented mouth. I’m all ready close to overloading….Primus!” He gave a few more shallow thrusts, climax striking him hard. “Swallow it!”

Wreck-gar let out a muffled gasp as lubricant spurted into his mouth, and he did as commanded, swallowing down the bitter tasting fluid. He onlined his optics, dejected at the sight that greeted him. Lockdown was unfazed by the overload, and he cried out in fright when the bounty hunter descended on him, forcing him onto his back right beside Ratchet, shivering from unwanted pleasure as Lockdown’s glossa swiped over his antenna before moving down to lap over his lips. He jolted in shock at the feeling of Lockdown’s servo cupping his groin, squeezing his legs shut in a futile attempt to keep the questing fingers out.

“N…N…No,” Wreck-gar stammered, squirming underneath the larger mech. “Stop it. I did what you wanted. Please, let us go.”

Lockdown cruelly laughed, “I’m not done yet, precious. Now, be a good bot and spread your legs, or am I going to have to tear your ‘lover’ to pieces right in front of you?”

Whimpering in defeat, Wreck-gar complied. Lockdown lowered his head between the younger mech’s legs, pressing his lips on Wreck-gar’s valve, alternating between licking and biting, making the junkbot shout from the mixture of pleasure and pain. A finger jammed inside, causing him to buck and wail as sensitive wires were scrapped over.

“Stop! You’re hurting him!” Ratchet snarled. “Leave him alone! Hurt me instead!”

Lockdown rolled his optics, ignoring the medbot and continuing his merciless assault on the younger mech’s opening with his glossa, dentals, and fingers. Wreck-gar thrashed his head back and forth as a familiar, unbearable pressure began to build in his port.

“Ungh…no…please…don’t!” Wreck-gar cried, cuffed servos shoving against Lockdown’s head. “Don’t make me overload! Not you! Oh, please, stop!!!” The bounty hunter ignored him, speeding up his rough movements. “Ah! I can’t…stop it….Ratchet! I’m sorry!”

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” Ratchet growled, rolling onto his side, despite his injured shoulder, and kissed Wreck-gar’s neck.

The sensation of Ratchet’s soft and gentle lips sent the junkbot over the edge, and he overloaded, screaming Ratchet’s name at the top of his vocalizer and then passing out. Ratchet grunted as he was kicked onto his back, cursing as Lockdown rolled Wreck-gar, still unconscious, on top of him, positioning the younger mech over the medbot’s groin.

“Get inside him or I will,” Lockdown growled.

Disgust ran through Ratchet’s processor. He really didn’t want to, but the thought of Lockdown tearing into Wreck-gar terrified him, so he remembered his previous lovemaking with the young bot, forcing himself to become aroused. Lockdown lowered Wreck-gar, eliciting a sharp cry from Ratchet as tight, wet, heat encased his length. A soft moan came from Wreck-gar, slowly coming back online, optics widening as he found himself staring down at the medbot.

“…Huh? Oh…Ratchet,” Wreck-gar murmured, tilting his head back to gape at Lockdown in confusion. “Why?”

Lockdown smirked, pressing his chassis against Wreck-gar’s back, rubbing his shaft over the junkbot’s rear. “I’d prefer getting inside your aft.”

Before Ratchet or Wreck-gar could protest, Lockdown violently rammed his plug into the younger mech’s exhaust port. Searing agony ripped through his aft, making Wreck-gar yelp loudly, burying his face into Ratchet’s chassis, sobbing uncontrollably as Lockdown viciously pounded into him. The sensation of both ports being filled and ruthlessly stretched were overwhelming on his sensors, and his cooling fans couldn’t keep up with the growing heat, making him feel as if his entire body was about to melt.

“Please, stop!” Wreck-gar shrieked, twisting wildly to get away from the piercing pain. “I can’t…take…this! I’m going to overheat! Stop! Oh, Primus, please stop!”

“Now why would I want to do that?” Lockdown laughed, nipping Wreck-gar’s cheek. “I’m not stopping, precious…not until you overload again.”

“I….can’t…uh!” Wreck-gar screamed. “No more! Ow! Please!”

Arousal faded in the medbot at the sound of Wreck-gar’s pained pleas, and the younger mech sighed from the small relief of pain as Ratchet’s plug eased out. Snarling in disgust, Lockdown pulled Wreck-gar away from Ratchet, leaning back in a sitting position, arm wrapped around the junkbot’s waist, hook rubbing over the younger mech’s valve as he unrelentingly slammed his shaft into the bot’s aft. Overload quickly followed for both mechs, although more excruciating for Wreck-gar, and he weakly slumped in Lockdown’s hold as spasms spread through his body. The bounty hunter shouted his release, and when the aftershocks dulled, he let go of Wreck-gar, panting and grinning in content. Trembling in pain, Wreck-gar crawled over to Ratchet before collapsing to the ground in exhaustion, panting hard, shivering in dread when he noticed the bounty hunter walking back over to them.

“Well, that was a lot of fun,” Lockdown stated, running his servo along Wreck-gar’s cheek, “but I’m afraid I have a job to get back to.”

“What are you talking about?!” Ratchet growled.

Lockdown snorted, “Did you believe that I would just randomly stumble across you two? I was tracking an Allspark energy signature, and it led me here. Megatron pays well for those fragments.” He grabbed the stasis cuffs, pulling down the junkbot’s arms, leaving the bot’s chassis exposed. “And I know where that energy signature is coming from too.”

Wreck-gar grimaced as his chest plates were split open, revealing a large, glowing blue fragment, and Ratchet cried out in alarm as Lockdown’s fingers moved dangerously close.

“No! Don’t touch him there!” Ratchet screamed, renewing his struggle with the cuffs in a frenzied panic.

Lockdown chuckled darkly, “It’s a shame…you’ll probably deactivate without that fragment, but the prospect of netting myself some upgrades is just too tempting. It was nice meeting and interfacing with you, precious. Goodbye.”

The stress of being helpless and forced to watch his companion degraded, the pain of his torn open shoulder and bruised face, and now the looming threat of Wreck-gar being killed made something snap inside Ratchet, something primal that made his processor fill with uncontrollable rage. The cuffs binding his wrists and legs broke apart from his increase in strength, and he slammed his fist into Lockdown’s startled face, right optic busting from the violent force of the blow. Crying out in pain and shock, Lockdown scrambled away from the two mechs, servo covering the ruined optic. Ratchet was unrelenting, chasing after the larger mech, shouting every curse he knew as he rained blow after blow on the bounty hunter, denting and scraping armor, even sending a few spikes from the mech’s shoulders and neck flying off. Lockdown struggled to dodge the onslaught, swiping his chainsaw at the medbot, who in turn began blasting at the bounty hunter with his EMP device. Not liking that the odds were turning against him, Lockdown transformed to alt-mode, and started to speed away while cursing and vowing to meet up again with Ratchet and his ‘lover’.

“Come back here, you slaggin’ coward!” Ratchet snarled, ready to pursue the bounty hunter. “I’m not done with you! I’m going to rip you to shreds with my bare servos!”

“Ratchet.”

The medbot stopped and turned around, rage quickly turning to fear. Wreck-gar was still bound, chest plate open, and lubricant dripping from his abused ports. Forgetting about Lockdown, Ratchet rushed to the junkbot, cradling him in a firm embrace as he clawed at the stasis cuff binding the younger mech.

“I’m so sorry,” Ratchet whimpered. “I wasn’t strong enough to protect you. This is my fault. I’m so sorry, kid.”

“Huh? Don’t say that. You saved my life,” Wreck-gar murmured, optics half lidded as drowsiness set in. “Ratchet…I’m…tir…”

“Wreck-gar!” Ratchet shouted as the junkbot slipped into recharge.

The medbot knew he had to get the younger mech back to the base to check for internal damage and, Primus forbid, any viruses. Wreck-gar was too large to be transported in his alt-mode, and it was also too far to just walk and carry him, so the medbot radioed his teammates for help. Hugging the younger mech tightly, Ratchet waited in agony.

TBC
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