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Please, won't you be my neighbor?	By : YoruHana Category: Transformers > Transformers: Animated > Slash - M/M Views: 2575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Animated, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Only the demented plot, what there is, is mine.

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Title: Please, won't you be my neighbor? Chapter 3
Summery: Kup wasn't sure when he first realized something was off where he lived.
Series: TFA
Pairing: Kup and his harem
Rating: M
Words: 1,818
Includes: language, Kup in general, a bot wanting to do nasty non-con things but never getting the chance to try, sexual situations
Disclaimer: Only the demented plot, what there is, is mine.
Notes: A special thanks goes to my friends Eloeehez and Phoenix for their ideas for Centerfocus' plans for Kup. When I ran dry they found 4 more ideas. Next part should be up in two weeks or so. Hopefully there abouts.
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Kup stormed though the apartment hall, looking for somebot, anybot. Frag, he'd 'faced the entire building at this point, so what did it matter which bot it was he grabbed? A stellar cycle ago he'd even 'faced Railspike and those damn second floor twins.
He's still not entirely sure how that happened. It seemed like one klick he was talking to the three in the hall, being propositioned as normal, the next he was on his back, spark being used repeatedly over and over and over. He ended up finishing the night riding Groundspike inside his valve and holding Railspike and Sparkdash's spikes, one in each servo, filled with cables in every port. He was a slick, sore mess after that, but it was worth it. He could use that now. To just 'face, have a valve for his spike or a spike for his valve, or both, and not think. Not think about how this could all be a lie.
Com-ing the three bots in question he discovered the were all at the twins' place. Perfect.
Stomping up the stairs he went to the end of the hall and pressed the buzzer with more force then was really needed. Feeling the metal dent under his digit all he could do was snarl. Once more thing going wrong. Now he needed to contact Homehearth to have Pipesnake from the first floor do repairs. Fraggin great.
Removing his servo from the sparking bit of scrap he pinged Sparkdash to open the door. After a few klicks, the engine opened the door. Blinking his optic shutters he stared for a moment, "Kup? Is something wrong, you look upset."
Pushing his way past Sparkdash into the apartment he saw the other two trainbots he was looking for standing from the couch. Striding right up to Groundspike he removed his mangled cy-gar and jerked his helm down into a harsh kiss, "Frag me. All a ya. Right now."
Over his head the three exchanged looks at his stronger then usual drawl and he snarled again.
"Kup, you don't seem yourself. I really think we should talk first.", gently Railspike reached over and touched his shoulder only to have Kup yank away.
"So, now that ya've had me ya bots don' want ta frag an old model like me, do ya? Just a pity frag is all I am right? I should be grateful tha bots in this building keep me so well used!", confused and horrified looks started to cross the other bots' face plates but Kup barely saw it. He tried to calm down. He was made of sterner stuff then this. He wouldn't show a weakness to someone who could exploit it.
Sparkdash broke the stunned silence first, "What the frag? Where is this coming from?", the three moved as one to surround Kup and tug him to the reasonable safety of the couch, but Kup was too upset to notice. "Tell us what's really going on?"
Kup frowned," I'm not sure what good talkin' about it would do, especially if it's tha truth. Why would bots like tha ones in this buildin' frag me otherwise? I'm just tha buildin' whore, right?"
There came a sigh from Groundspike, "I thought you worked past this with Flairshaft? What's brought it out now, so many vorn later?"
Wondering how he knew about that Kup shifted in his seat and grunted, "I just....", he sighed himself, "I was at work an a mech called Centerfocus was on duty with me today. He was bein'... friendly.", Kup didn't notice the reassuring smiles on the other mechs' faces becoming frozen and false. Optics on the ground he continued, "He was doin' tha usual flirtin' stuff. I wasn' as open ta it as I could a been because I was at work an you know I prefer ta keep those kinda thin's private. Primus, I haven't fragged anyone but tha ones in this buildin' in almost a decavorn because I KNEW you wouldn' spread it around. Hadn' fragged at all before that for even longer."
Wrapping his arms around Kup and pulling him into the shelter of his chassis Railspike murmured the question they needed to find out, "What happened? What did this... Centerfocus say or do to upset you so badly?"
Taking a deep breath Kup continued on, "He flirted with me all sol. I was considerin' askin' him back ta tha oil bar here. Wasn' sure I wanted ta frag a bot from outside tha buildin' after so long, but it was nice all tha same. I went lookin' for him after shift was done an... I heard him talkin' ta his friends. He was sayin' that even an old model type like me might clean up well, an even if I didn' it was nothin' that keeping tha lights out wouldn' fix."
Kup paused here and looked away, "He was sayin' that I'm so old that I was due for tha smelter, at least then I'd be good for somethin' more then a pity frag. That I'd be grateful for a frag at all, an had been around long enough I might have enough pull ta put in a real good word durin' his next performance review. He has a raise comin' up an if he gets it he could drop me and get a REAL hot piece a aft eatin' out a his servo.", wrapping his arms about himself Kup failed to notice the other three bots in the room getting stiffer and stiffer with each sentence.
Starting to rub his upper arms he leaned forward, hunching in, "He said either way he only had ta put up with me for tha decacycle an a half till his review an he'd tell them wha it was like afterward. Maybe they could have a taste themselves. I'm old, it would be easy ta get me overcharged or ta slip me somethin'. That I was probably so old and loose that they might be able ta get a couple inta me at once. And even if I wasn' he could blame any after pain on me not fraggin' in so long. He wouldn' even charge them like he would charge other bots."

Venting in and out a shaking breath Kup tried to calm himself to tell the next bit."Primus, he joked that they could take my spark as much as they wanted and not have to worry about me sparkin'. Wanted ta take pictures of a couple of them in my valve and mouth with my spark exposed and self-cyclin' in case they ever needed anything else from me.", that last bit was especially distressing because being spiked while taking a valve and sucking a spark or spike at the same time was a favorite position of his when he could get at least three bots from the building in the berth at once.
Kup shuddered. It would be a while before he would be able to enjoy it the same way again, "There was talk of stickin' an inhibitor in me so they could get recordin's of me beggin' for it. He even joked about puttin' a valve plug in after they all had a turn and leavin' me like that after he was through with me as a send off. After all, who would believe me?" Kup became aware of a low hissing growl and looked up from his knees. While still holding him gently, Railspike looked ready to commit oily murder. The twins weren't any better.
Noticing he'd looked up at them they smoothed their face plates into more neutral looks before Railspike spoke, "You certainly don't deserve to be treated or talked about like that Kup. We can see why you were so upset now. You know no bot here views you like that, right?" The other two bots moved in closer.
While Kup knew he should be panicking from having his escapes cut off, he was surprised to only feel safer. Guess he really did trust them not to be using him. The thought made him shift, both unnerved and reassured. Pushing out of their grips he stood and pulled out a new cy-gar, "Yeah, I suppose I do know that. Didn' make tha slag any less disturbin'." Or throw him less off guard.
Starting to pace around he gnawed on the end of the cy-gar, but didn't light it. It wasn't because he felt he couldn't, though he was the only one in the apartment building who smoked them. He'd never smoked them around the sparklings when there were any in the building, so a rule against smoking inside was never made, and no one still living there had ever made comments discouraging him.
In fact, when ever he started to run low some bot or other in the building would give him more. He just felt less of an urge for them lately, like something was telling him it was finally time to quit. It was more a force of habit that kept one in his mouth now, though he only smoked one maybe once a decacycle tops. Just having it between his denta was comforting.
Groundspike cut into his thoughts, "Do you know who he was talking to? And have you done anything about it?" There was a note of... something in his voice, though he wasn't completely sure what. Anger for sure, but that wasn't all.
He shelved it to think about later and grunted out, "Not yet. I've been too upset ta really think on it, ta be honest."
The three trainbots exchanged looks.
"Why don't you think on it in the morning? For now, let's go out. We'll go out to The Drip Pan. Com everyone from the building, all get together and show you how much we care.", Sparkdash's pink optics firmed at the idea of doing something.
Kup looked amused, "Your answer ta someone talkin' bad about me is drinkin'?" Not that he's against it. Even if everyone couldn't make it, it was still a nice gesture. Besides, hopefully, it would temporally wash some of the memory away.
Anyway, he was getting mid-low fuel warnings, being too upset to eat anything after hearing that slag. High grade would fuel him well enough if he kept it in reason, and he was betting this would be one of those times all drinks would be on the house. With lots of those little crystal snacks he liked.
Groundspike leered, "Maybe more then drinking." he turned serious for a moment, "We just want you to want us for who we are, not just to help you forget." He relaxed when Kup sighed and nodded, only to go back to leering, "But we are glad you though of us. Perhaps some other time we can make it up to you?"
Kup snorted, "Yeah, sure." and, grinning despite himself, let himself be pulled put the door.
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