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Love N Sex in Hydrobase	By : zypherion Category: Transformers > G1 > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Some more time passes, at least a month but not two, there had been rumors going around that the missing Smokescreen and Barracuda were found. Currently recovering on some far flung Bot outpost. Rumors typically are just that, so I don’t give it more notice than I would a fly perched on my steering wheel.

At the end of the month things between Tracer and I were less awkward and more like it was before that night she needed my help.

Couple weeks later I’m working on putting in the aquarium that has been waiting on materials and my free time to make it come together.

The doors opens without a knock, “Shark, we need to talk.”

I slam the hammer into my thumb from shock, give a yelp of pain, I turn and there is Smokescreen. ‘I’m a dead mech.’ I think to myself, examining my injured thumb.

“I know what happened between you and Tracer.” he says.

‘Oh yea, I’m a dead mech.’ I think.

He waits to see if I’ll reply, but I don’t. He steps toward me. I cannot look at him, fearing what I’ll see. But his words bear no malice or anger as he claps his hand on my shoulder.

“Thank you for respecting our bond, Shark. For respecting my mate. For being a friend. If it had been any other mech with her, I don’t think they would have showed the restraint you exhibited.” he says.

Now I look at him to see he’s smiling. I nod a little, replying softly, “It was a difficult moment for so many reasons, but I assure you it won’t happen again, Smokescreen.”

He looks a bit surprised, but nods, “Glad it’s settled then. Have fun with your project.”

He leaves after that. I go to repair bay to have my thumb checked. I stop at the door as I see Ratchet examining Barracuda’s internals. The medic obviously was here ahead of schedule for that time of year. He looks up, “Need something Shark?”

“Uhm.. yea.. but I can wait.” I reply. I can see Barracuda is offline since her optics are powered down and hear the slow regular movement of air from the capacitors that regulate internal temperature. “How is she?” I ask.

“Better. Smokescreen had to fill me in on all the details since she arrived unconscious. Apparently the care at the outpost wasn’t up to dealing with her injuries.” Ratchet replies.

“Sounds bad.” I tell him, staying where I am since I respected Barracuda’s privacy when it came to what was inside her.

Ratchet states as he works, “It was. Smokescreen is being a bit tight lipped about his involvement but also oddly humble. Maybe Tracer knows more or can get it out of him. But for now she’ll remain unconscious until I’m 100% sure I got all of her physical injuries taken care of..” he pauses, “Which reminds me, if you see Vixica ask her to come by.”

“Yeah, sure thing doc.” I say.

First Aid pops in and looks at me, “Whacked your thumb?”

“Yeah.” I reply, showing it to him. Realizing he’s here to support Ratchet. How they deal with so many femmes in cyber estress I have no clue.

“C’mon I’ll check it over.” First Aid says.

So he does, luckily nothing got broken internally. Wires were pinched so he fixed that and reshaped the dent I put in it. Then I’m sent off.

Tracer is waiting at my door with Smokescreen. “Hi, can we talk with you in private?” she asks.

“Sure.” I say, opening the door and letting them go inside first, then I follow them in. Smokescreen looks at my in progress aquarium as Tracer speaks, “He wants you to know what happened on that mission.” a pause as she watches Smokescreen, then furthering, “Just sit and let him talk, don’t interrupt.”

I nod, making a ‘zipping my lips’ motion with my hand in front of my mouth.

Smokescreen doesn’t turn from looking at my handiwork as he begins, “Was a normal mission for the first week. Nothing out of the ordinary. We got the samples Perceptor and Wheeljack wanted. Got off planet. Then a Quintesson
ship decloaks next to our shuttle and locks a tractor beam on it. We got boarded, fought back, but got overwhelmed by the number of Sharkticons. Got taken prisoner.” he pauses, idly sweeping a hand over the top most section of the aquarium, “They studied each of us in turn. Asked questions. Seemed like natural curiosity. Then they showed their true intents as they tested how much pain we could take. Then how much pleasure. At least that’s what we all found out after they took us out of solitary and had us in the same cell together. Barracuda..” he sighs, shakes his head, “Primus, she was seething mad and yet so vulnerable too. Out of us all she had been the most tortured. You think she was bad in Med bay? Oh that is not even how bad she truly was.. I hope to never see another Cybertronian laid so bare again in my life.” he turns now, face tight, form stiff, but his optics showed empathy and sadness, “Not willingly did she let them do it. She screamed. She fought. Cried out. Wailed so long and loud she went hoarse. They made me /watch/. Made me see them remove every bit of her armor. I saw parts of her that only a lover should ever lay optics on.” fists tighten as he continues, “Then they used their tentacles on her, invading her mouth, her spark chamber, her aft port, her reproductive channel. I couldn’t look away or offline my optics, couldn’t speak or move. They made sure of that. I witnessed it all. When they were done. They took her and I to the same cell and left us there.” he looks down now, “I did what I could for her. Watched over her until she woke up a couple days later. I gave her what little energon they offered us and she told me in a hoarse whisper that if she died or lost her voice for good to tell the mechs back home she was sorry for being such a bitch and for making them feel badly.”

I am a bit surprised at this, but remain silent as he continues once Tracer smiles sweetly at him.

“I told her I would anyway because I had known all along she was just protecting herself from being emotionally hurt. She made this sobbing, short laugh and told me the Quintessons took that opportunity already and only in her friends would she find comfort again. I understood and told her to rest since we may be there awhile longer and her body needed time to do self repairs. She went into rest cycle. Didn’t come out of it for a couple more days. I gave her energon I’d been storing up for her from the meager rations the Quints gave us. When she finished it, she told me that she was glad I was the one to witness her fate at the Quints tentacles because she didn’t think the other mechs would have showed such horror as I had. I told her I thought otherwise cuz all the mechs on the mission were more sensitive than they showed. She nodded as if accepting that, then said to me that Tracer was so blessed to have me as the mech in her life. I was floored cuz we hadn’t told anyone about the bond. I asked her how she knew. She said it was hard to explain to someone who didn’t have her gift. So I asked her what gift. She said she could sense things others couldn’t. Explained it was like she could see an electrical and physical connection between us that made us glow. Then she paused and said she saw visions of things to come. Said a child of mine was waiting for my return. I didn’t believe her until I saw Cherise when I came back.” he shook his head, “Anyway, we talked for a bit more then she rested again. When she awoke ,she seemed anxious, even torn. I could tell why, the smell of cyber estress was just becoming noticeable. She said she thought the Quints knew she’d be in heat and wanted to see how a mech would react as well as how she would. Then with determination in her voice she said no matter if she begged, asked, coerced, tempted, or outright molested me that I shouldn’t succumb. She needed me to be strong, to resist temptation. Not just for Tracer and our child. Not just for her either. But for the mech that would call her his own bond mate. I was so touched that I swore I’d resist. Then I offered a solution to tend to her needs. She listened. Then out of respect I went as far as I could from her in the cell. Shut off my audio and optics, then waited. I figured an hour would ample time enough. When I checked, she was resting. She had to do it more than once. But she was so weak she couldn’t do it for long and it hurt her to move.” he pauses, watching me to see my reaction, “Eventually the Quints freed us. We discovered we were the last two to be let go. They teleported us to that outpost. Those mechs were able to stabilize Barracuda but that was it. None of them were actual medics. Took awhile to get a shuttle out to get us. The trip over she took my hand and whispered if I thought a mech would want her after all she’d done and said. I told her yes I did and knew the mech that felt for her. She asked who. I just told her to listen to her spark and it would be revealed.”

I stared at him. He grinned and told me, “Take it slow with her Shark. She’s emotionally fragile, mentally torn, and all I all vulnerable. She won’t let you in quickly, but it will happen.”

Tracer nodes, “I agree. As much of a defensive type as she’s been over the years. I believe she was only doing it to figure out who was less rebuked, less put off by it.”

Smokescreen mm hmms, “And that would be you.”

I stare at them both, and in a small amount I hate them for being right.

“We’ll get out of here so you can work, Shark.” Tracer says, then takes Smokescreen’s hand and departs.

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I ran into Vixica and told her to go see Ratchet the next day. I heard that Vixica was there a day talking with Barracuda, but no one knew what about. The medics were working on Barracuda for days, taking 12 hour shifts. It was rare for such a long period of time to pass. What I was told by Smokescreen was seriously bad and I didn’t expect any sort of speedy recovery physically, let alone mentally.. Primus only knew about emotionally.
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