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Compairing Notes	By : anonfeather Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 1323 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Compairing Notes
- 2-Part Two
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Title: Comparing Notes (Part 2)
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing/Characters: Scrapper/Hook, Bonecrusher/Scavenger,
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to Hasbro
Universe: G1
Warning: Mention previous rape scene, casual talk of rape, Decepticon hurt/comfort (i.e. you're doing it wrong!), voyeurism
Summary: Motormaster took advantage of Scrapper's lack of knowledge about interfacing to rape him. Now, Scrapper believes that all interfacing is violent. Hook, helped by Bonecrusher and Scavenger, tries to show that interface can be a very pleasant experience.
Author's Note: Prompt taken from the TF Kink Meme. Here's the complete prompt:
http://tfanonkink.livejournal.com/10462.html?thread=9379806#t9379806 . Things expressed by the character's are not the author's opinion. Also, Decepticons are very bad at hurt/comfort... Especially the comfort. Don't do what they do...

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Hook was pleased to note that Scrapper, the days following the abuse, was acting perfectly fine. That is until he checked over his leader's new project.
"What in the world? A purple-griffin? Scrapper, what's this nonsense?"
"Megatron wanted a new weapon that would stun the Autobots," Scrapper answered with a straight face.
"That's ridiculous. We're not building it." Hook stated.
"It might need some reworking," conceded Scrapper has he continued to look at his canvaspad. It was obvious that Scrapper had trouble concentrating on his work if this was the best he could currently offer. It spoke volumes on his mental psych. Without a doubt, Scrapper was deeply affected by Motormaster's action. He tried to appear as if everything was normal, but Hook's keen optics couldn't be fooled.
"Scrapper, we need to talk," Hook stated. Scrapper turned away from his work, receptive to what his second would tell him. "We need to talk about interfacing." The reaction was instant as Scrapper tensed. It only lasted a split second, but Hook had noticed it. A moment passed before Scrapper nodded.
"Yes, we should," agreed Scrapper. Hook honestly wasn't expecting that answer. He had though he'd have to coax Scrapper, give his arguments until he conceded. He was pleased to know that wasn't the case. Scrapper was resilient after all. It could just be a bad day.
"I must say you surprised me Scrapper. I had thought tha--" The medic was interrupted.
"It took me a few days to come to my decision, but it would be best to disable all interface protocol among the Constructicons. Such acts shouldn't be committed on each other. I spoke to Soundwave and he said we should in fact deactivate the interface driver from all of the Decepticons, starting with the seekers."
"This is ludicrous!" Vented Hook. "You're asking mechs to get their 'facing protocols turned off!"
" I know that the soldiers will not come willingly. So, at the next maintenance, you'll have to hack into them and turn them off. I trust you to find a valid reason to use their medical port so they don't suspect foul play."
"No," refused Hook. It wasn't uncommon for the medic to disagree with his leader. In fact, most of the time they did. Afterwards spent hours convincing each other until a consensus was reached. This time, however, Hook's refusal offered no negotiation.
"You'll do as I command!" Ordered Scrapper. Again, Hook refused with a shake of his head.
"Frag off, you have no idea what you're talking about."
"I want to the Decepticons to work better together. If socialisation dictates that to have pleasure one must cause pain to the other, then I want to know why we should accept it when the solution is simple. I see no problem with enabling the protocols if we have Autobots in the brig however. Would that be more acceptable?"
Hook felt uncomfortable that Scrapper would speak so cavalier about raping their enemies. Less than an orn ago, Scrapper was untouched and lacked any interest in interface. Now he believed that the rape he suffered from Motormaster was how interfacing was done.
Hook expelled heated air to calm down. "Damn it Scrapper. Listen. Motormaster took advantage of you. He made sure it was painful because he hates you. Interfacing is pleasurable for all participants."
"I find it hard to believe," Scrapper replied, his voice low. His visor dimmed as memories came to the surface.
"Scrapper, I'm your teammate. I wouldn't lie to you about this. I do want what's good for you. You have to give me a chance to prove Motormaster wrong."
"I don't want to interface!" The reply was harsh, fuelled by fear.
"It's not what I had in mind," Hook said, insulted. He hid his disappointment well for he often wished to be the one to initiate his leader in the world of interfacing. However, his main focus was to teach Scrapper the correct foundation of interfacing, not to realise a fantasy. "Meet me back in our common room in a groon. I have to set a few things up."
"...Very well. I guess I should allow you the chance to explain to me the merits of interfacing. I'll join you there." Scrapper returned his attention to the canvaspad. Hook disapprovingly noticed that he continued to work on that atrocious griffin instead of starting anew. The mech needed help.
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"So, huh, explain to me again what I'm doing here?" asked Scavenger as he laid down pillows from his collection in the centre of the room. Hook had commed him earlier, asking him to bring every soft material he possessed.
"I want you to build a large comfortable berth to interface on," Hook replied. He was tinkering with the lighting, creating a dimmer. "I want the room to feel comfortable and welcoming."
"That's a new kink..," Scavenger replied bemused as he kept working on his task. The makeshift berth was in the centre of the Constructicon common room. The workbenches were covered with blanket and drapes, all in soft hues of blue. Scavenger took the liberty to unspace a few energon cubes and placed them on a decorated work table. "By the way, who's this for?" he finally asked.
"Scrapper."
"Oh, that's nice." A few moments passed before Scavenger spoke again. "Wait, Scrapper? But he doesn't interface."
"I know."
"Are you trying to seduce him? That's so cute!"
"No."
"Huh, no?"
"No." Hook soldered the wire once he was pleased with the intensity the light was giving off. His replies were cryptic to Scavenger.
"Hook, I don't think I'm following."
The medic vented in frustration. "Keep working, and I'll explain everything when Bonecrusher arrives, alright? I don't want to repeat everything."
"Oh, okay." Scavenger kept working, making the berth as comfy as he could. He tested out a few times, enjoying the feel the velvet had on his tail. "Hum, this is nice. It's a good idea to 'face on something so soft."
"Good," called Hook absentmindedly. "Make it as comfy as you wish, you'll be the one on it."
"What really?" Scavenger buzzed in delight and started rearranging the fabrics to have his favourites on top. "Join me, Hook?"
"No."
"Aww... But I'd really like some company."
"Damn it Scavenger! Now's not the time." Hook yelled as he modified one of the bench into a more comfortable sitting spot. It was pressed against a wall, with a direct view on the makeshift berth.
"I'm getting real mixed signals right now."
"Stop talking. I told you I'll explain everything once Bonecrusher arrives. And stop touching yourself!"
"Fine!" Scavenger crossed his arms over his chassis, pouting. In silence, Scavenger waited for his teammate's arrival. Hook kept working on the bench area. He even dragged the table with the energon cube closer.
Finally, the door swooshed open revealing Bonecrusher. "Hey Doc. I'm here." He stared appreciative at the decoration, especially Scavenger spread on a pile of fluff in the middle of the room. "What's all this?"
"Yay! Bonecrusher's here. Now you've got to spill the beans!" Cried an enthusiastic Scavenger as he bounced over toward the other Constructicons.
"Yes, yes," muttered Hook annoyed by the power-shovel's excitement. "I believe it time for Scrapper to understand interfacing."
Bonecrusher chuckled. "That's funny Hook. But seriously, why are we here?"
"Wasn't what I said clear? We're going to teach Scrapper about interfacing."
Bonecrusher gave a dubious look toward Hook. "C'mon Doc, you know Scrapper's not into it. We've tried in the past to get him interested. Why try now?"
"Because he agreed to it," snapped Hook. He wasn't about to explain to dumb and dumber their leader's current state of mind.
"Okay, okay," Bonecrusher held his servos as a sign of peace. To Scavenger he whispered loudly. "Testy." Hook heard it and glared at the insolence. Before he could berate the other, Bonecrusher spoke. "Don't you think it's a bit extreme to start off with a foursome?"
"Scrapper's not going to join. And me neither. You'll be fragging Scavenger on the berth while I explain everything."
"Won't it be better just to have charts if you want to educate him?" piped Scavenger.
Hook vented in frustration. "He knows the mechanics! He just can't grasp that it can be fun. So, you guys are going to give the best show you can. A gentle, slow and pleasurable show. Have I made myself clear?"
"Huh, yeah Hook," agreed Scavenger.
"Got it Doc... But still, why now?"
"Don't question me. Just do as I say. And no powerplay!"
"Aww," muttered Scavenger disappointed.
Hook waved them off toward the makeshift berth. "Stay there, and behave until Scrapper arrives. He should be here soon." Bonecrusher and Scavenger shared a glance before trudging to the berth. Hook placed the finishing touches in the room.
"Hey! I told you guys to behave," he chastised as he noticed Bonecrusher's treacherous servos climbing up Scavenger's leg.
"He started it by rubbing his tail," Bonecrusher complained.
"Hey, it got a mind of its own," defended Scavenger.
"I don't want to hear it. Wait. For. Scrapper." The two 'cons on the berth shifted until they sat far apart from each other. The exchanged a hushed conversation, with stifling laughs and chuckles.
Hook looked at his chronometer and noticed that it was almost time. Scrapper was an extremely punctual mech and would arrive on the dot. He didn't disappoint. Hook greeted him at the door and led him to the bench he had prepared earlier.
"I'm glad that you could join us, Scrapper. Please sit"
"Yes. I said I would come, didn't I?." He replied as he sat down. He took a moment to take in the room's new decoration. He doubted that it would be efficient to work with such lighting. He'll have to be sure that everything is removed for the next workcycle. "Scavenger, Bonecrusher." He nodded toward his subordinate on in the centre on a pile of soft looking material.
"Hi Scrapper!"
"Hey Boss," casually acknowledged Bonecrusher.
Scrapper took in a fresh breath of air and tried to calm the nervous spark fluctuation. Outwardly he appeared stoic, but he felt that Hook's intense gaze could see through his mask. He wished that the evening be over or better yet, cancelled. But he owed to Hook a chance to prove the benefits of interface.
"Here, have a cube," Hook handed one while keeping the second one for himself. He sat down next to the nervous mech and acted nonchalant as a way to encourage relaxation. He called forth a holoscreen and sent a command for music. It was a soft a sensual song, common Tower-style. He noticed that Scrapper shuttered his optics to let himself be drawn in by the sound. So far, so good. "Everything alright for now?"
Scrapper nodded. "Yes. Show me what you want. Don't make me waste too much time. I have to finish our new project."
"Primus forbids you to finish that pit-awful contraption." Scrapper glared at him for that comment. Hook ignored it and nodded to the mechs on the berth to start. Scavenger was confused by the signal and had to have Bonecrusher poke him to get moving. However, once he realised he could have his fun now, Scavenger turned eager and cuddled up to Bonecrusher.
He let the duo start so they'd block out the conversation he would have with Scrapper. "Interface usually starts off with the participants exploring their partner's frame. Finding hot-spots is a good way to make the other writhe in pleasure."
Scrapper kept his silence and observed the mechs. Hook explained that each mech had various hot-spots. He informed that Scavenger's was his tail and that Bonecrusher had no qualms exploiting that knowledge. He invited Scrapper to keep looking at them as they pursued the foreplay.
"What do you think they're feeling like right now?" Hook asked. He tried to read Scrapper's body language to gage what he was thinking. Currently, the two interfacing mech had gotten closer and were soon grinding their heated crotches together. Bonecrusher laid above his teammate, nibbling on the neck-tubing.
Scrapper shrugged.
"You have no idea? Do you think they are enjoying themselves?"
"Probably."
"And are you feeling something by watching them? A heat pooling down, in-between your legs?" Hook had trouble hidding that he was affected by his teammates' show. His arousal was also because of Scrapper's presence. He tried often in the past to be in such context with his leader, but to no avail. Just thinking about how the other might have some sort of lust made him shiver in delight.
Scrapper looked at Hook perplexed followed with a head shake. Hook frowned and wondered if Scrapper had a malfunction that preventing him getting turned on. However, he remembered having done a complete physical evaluation in past and had checked for such thing.
"Let me help you out a little then." Scrapper stiffened as Hook came closer. Hook shrugged off the reaction as surprise. "I'll just place my servo on your knee then go higher. It's bound to bring some heat in the area. You'll see what I'm talking about then."
Scrapper, through gritted denta, allowed his teammate to touch him. Hook did as he said and slowly move his servo up the other mech's thigh. His perverted side that lusted after Scrapper wanted to move toward the inner thigh and grab that the interface hatch. However, his more ethical side, the one that wanted to heal his friend, won and he rested his servo on the hip.
"How does that feel? Wasn't it nice? Don't feel ashamed if you feel aroused."
Scrapper stayed tight-lipped. He didn't enjoy the hand, but he had to see the evening through. He would be a coward to run away now. It was obvious that Hook had yet to show him what he wanted. So, he ignored the hand and concentrated on Scavenger and Bonecrusher. They were currently well engaged. Scavenger was on his back, while Bonecrusher had his lips on Scavenger's interface panel. He mouthed the piece and murmured encouragement to open it.
"Open it, Scavenger. I know you want to."
"Oh," hiccuped Scavenger. The panel to his spike opened and it jutted out. Bonecrusher chuckled and flicked the cable.
"I want your wet valve Scavenger. Open up, I want to taste it and have you moaning like a seeker in heat."
"Aw, you never want to play with my spike. Please suck me a just a little?"
"No. C'mon, open up. Do I have to force my way there?"
Hook felt Scrapper tense up from Bonecrusher's statement. It was said in obvious jest. A coy game they liked to play. The words shocked Scrapper to his core.
::I said no powerplay!:: ordered Hook through a comm toward Bonecrusher.
::Powerplay? That? Hardly!.:: Replied Bonecrusher, annoyed by the interruption.
::I don't care. Just suck his spike. Don't say anything about forcing him! Got that?::
::Psh. Fine!::
"Bah, I'll take pity on you this time," said Bonecrusher. "Heh, after I suck you dry, you'll be begging for me to frag you."
Hook observed Scrapper's reaction to the new development. Sadly, Scrapper was still tense. He was unflinching has he continued to watch their teammates' intimacy.
Hook tried to explain that having ones' spike stimulated by a mouth was an intense pleasure. He told Scrapper to look and learn that there were different methods to enjoy. The more he spoke, the more he noticed it was making Scrapper uncomfortable. He decided to shut up and watched the show. He unconsciously stroked Scrapper's leg, partly to reassuring him and partly to arouse him.
Scavenger moaned when Bonecrusher swallowed his spike. He bucked under the unexpected stimulation unable to control the pleasure. His panel towards his valve opened on its own. As Bonecrusher said before; it was wet and dripping. The larger mech sneaked two digits inside and wasted no time reaching sensitive nodes.
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" gasped Scavenger. His tail trashed under him, wrapping and rubbing itself against the soft covers. "Please, please, spike me now!" He cried.
Bonecrusher didn't need to be told twice. He disengaged and immediately aligned his spike to the quivering hole. He thrust in earnestly, as Scavenger brought his legs wrapped his legs around his hips to encourage him to go deeper. It didn't take a lot of strokes before they stiffen and came.
Their ventilation filled the room, slowly humming down. Hook felt warm with arousal from the show. However, it turned cold when Scrapper spoke.
"Can I leave now?" His voice seemed choked. He avoided looking at the afterglowing mechs.
"Are you sure? If you have any kind of discomfort, you can discharge here, you know? I'm willing to lead a hand if that's the case." Replied Hook, his lewd hand trailing Scrapper's leg. It was immediately slapped away.
"No. I want to leave." He stood up stiffly. He looked at no one. "I'm leaving." With long strides, he carried himself prideful out of the room.
"Damn it," cursed Hook. He read the signs wrong. He thought that Scrapper desire to leave was because he was aroused and needed relief. Obviously the session triggered unpleasant memories in the mech's mind. Still, Hook decided to go after Scrapper.
"Clean up this place!" He snapped to the resting mechs. "Get everything out of sight for recharge time." 'I don't want Scrapper to start associating our common room with something unpleasant.'
Grumbles of agreement rang out as he dashed out of the room. He guessed that Scrapper would seek refuge to the medbay. That's where he went after his assault.
His guess was right, and he found his leader organising screws in different categories.
"Scrapper, what are you doing?"
"Doing something useful. That was a waste of my time!" He snapped and he sorted the materials in front of him.
"Scrapper, that's useless. They're meant to be melted down."
"You never know." He replied, obstinate.
"Scrapper! Just sit down. Let's talk."
Scrapper violently shoved the screws on the table and turn to Hook. "Why?!"
"I think you need to," Hook took hold of Scrapper's trembling servos and led him to a chair. He pulled another one for himself and sat in front of his leader, knees touching. "I believe I might have made a mistake in my method of helping you." It was difficult for him to admit fault. "It might have been too strong? Too fast maybe?"
"Let's never speak of it again. Of interface. Of Mm-" Scrapper had a small glitch with pronouncing the name of his aggressor. He growled and tried again. "Of Motormaster."
"I don't think it's healthy for you."
"To the pit with health," he grumbled.
"If you don't face your problems, your work suffers." Hook pointed it out. It was the right thing to say to defeat Scrapper's stubbornness. He hung his head low.
"Intellectually, I understand I have to face it. But here," Scrapper motioned the centre of his chest, "is a different story. I keep reliving the events. I hate it. I watched Scavenger and Bonecrusher, but the only thing I felt was dread. I feel trapped."
"If you were to have a good experience, it would overwrite the bad ones," offered Hook.
"Would it?"
"Of course," Hook lied. Honestly, he never had to personally deal with the aftereffects of rape. It never happened to someone close to him. To the mech he had to treat he gave them sedation programmes and told them to toughed up. In hindsight, it might not have been the best solution. It might explain the smaller Stunticon's attitudes.
Scrapper built up his determination. "Very well. Tell me what should I do. Let's get this over with now ." He stood up and bent over on the medical berth. The reaction left Hook bewildered and exasperated. Had it been anyone else, he'd be fragging them hard on the berth, unbothered by his partner's psych. Seeing as it was Scrapper, he couldn't bring himself to commit such acts.
"We can't-- Damn it Scrapper. You're not in the right mind. It's not how it's supposed to go. Get some rest; we'll talk more about it tomorrow."
"But--"
"No 'buts'. Lay down. Let me give you something to calm down a bit." He pulled from his cabinet a small data chip that would run a sedation programme. He allowed Scrapper to install it on his own. Soon, Scrapper was lulled into recharge.
Taking care of his distraught leader was more trouble than he anticipated. In the meantime, he'd find Mixmaster or Long Haul to help him get off.
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