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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3108 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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To Accept Pain

It seemed like an eternity that Mirage lay in the warmth of the energon bath. He tried to remember how he’d once been. How he’d sneak into the heart of the enemy’s fortifications without a hint of fear. It was hard to remember how to truly feel brave anymore. The constant emotion of fear had washed all those other emotions from his meta long ago. But he had to. He had to be able to face pain and agony without the tears. He had to remember how to be strong. He swam into the depths of his memory banks, reminding himself of how it felt.

Trying to hide his shame in the furthest reaches of his meta, he reminded himself over-and-over again that the Hunter didn’t care that he’d willingly unlatched his codpiece for hundreds of cons. She had purchased him despite his shame. She simply didn’t seem to care. He had to learn to feel the same way about it. Think the same way she did. If he didn’t, she’d throw him back to the cons…. He just couldn’t face that again.. Anything was better than that…He had to do everything she said.. She was his only chance to live as a free mech wandering amongst the stars…

A stray thought flicked through his meta. He knew she accepted contracts from all groups. Not caring if they were Autobot, Decepticon, or one of the hundreds of other sentient beings of the known Galaxy. Perhaps? … Perhaps they’d one day visit Cybertron again? .. The homesickness that he used to know so well, flowed back over him. But it was coupled with that deep shame that he kept trying to force down. He couldn’t face the Autobots again. He’d willingly bonded with cons now. He no longer deserved to ever be a member of that honorable faction again.

But then he remembered what Hunter had done. She had stripped off his insignias and repainted his armor. Now he was just as much an outsider to the factions as she was. And with the new paint scheme, they might not even recognize him either. Perhaps this was why she had done this? Perhaps she knew he wouldn’t ever want to step on Cybertron again if he had to face his old comrades as himself? Relief flooded through him. The bounty hunter was so intuitive! She’d given him the opportunity of a completely new life and new identity. She understood him… She understood him all to well..

Biting his lip, Mirage clenched his hands into hard fists. He’d learn to be strong, learn to accept pain… This was his new life…

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The silver-tipped Seeker strode into the med bay. Turning to the oven, she punched a few buttons. The door slid open and the baking rack slid out. The paint was now fully baked on. His once blue pieces were now a gleaming black.

Turning around, she walked over to the energon bath. Without so much as even a hello, she popped the plexiglass lid open. Her optics swirled half-amber, half-crimson as she looked down at the naked mech.

Knowing from the color of her optics that she could either go very calm, or be enraged in an astrosecond if he did one thing wrong, Mirage sat up. Meeting her optics, he tried to keep a confident expression on his face. “My damage is repaired enough,” he informed her.

Her optics swirled to slightly more amber, telling him that he’d said what she wanted to hear. She nodded to him and offered her hand to help him out. “Good, then let’s get your armor back on shall we?” she ordered.

Climbing out, Mirage hid his discomfort as the bare circuits on the bottom of his feet took all of his weight without protection. Picking up an armload of his armor, he went and sat down on one of the empty exam tables. With her help, he soon had all of his protective armor back on, including his new black-painted helm.

Nodding for him to stand up, Hunter walked around him scanning him. She was very satisfied with her repaint, for now very few would recognize the former Autobot. Stopping back in front of him, she lifted his chin with her fingers, forcing his brilliant blue optics to meet hers. “I like my mechs scuffless and in perfect operating condition, make sure you stay this way,” she said. Bending down, the tall Seeker took his lips in a tender kiss.

Mirage was elated as her lips met his, for her optics swirled to almost pure amber. He had pleased her!

Pulling away, Hunter scanned him again with her optics. She could tell the mech was falling into her plans for his mental state very quickly. He sought to please her. He would change his very core to be what she wanted him to be. This was good. “Unpack, and organize the supplies that are stored in quarters number 4. Then come to the bridge,” she ordered. Turning her back to him, she strolled out without another word.

Absolutely beaming in happiness, Mirage almost ran across the corridor to get the unpacking job started.

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A few astrohours later, Mirage strolled onto the bridge. He stopped a little past the door, waiting for Hunter to acknowledge him.

“So you are done?” she asked without even turning to look at him. Her optics were locked on a readout from her communications consol.

“Yes ma-am,” he replied. He had decided that even though she had told him that she wanted him as bond mate, perhaps it would be a good idea to treat her more like his commander. Perhaps it would make her happy and keep her optics amber.

She turned her head slightly as she glanced at him. Sliding over to the navigation consol, she sat down and turned to look at him fully. Her optics roved over his beautiful armor. Yes her slave, her mate, was one of the better examples of the weak mechs of this dimension. She had let him rest in the energon bath for quite a few day cycles, now it was time for a little enjoyment. After all, he was hers. “Sit down,” she ordered as she nodded to the side of the consol she sat in front of.

Mirage gulped down his rising fear. He knew she’d take her liberties with him eventually. And though it’d been a true blessing to have been left alone in that way for a few day cycles so that his repair nets could have time to work, he was far from one hundred percent; that would take another few astroweeks of his internal repair net’s work. But he had told her he was sufficiently repaired, so he had to do as she wanted. He had to ignore the pain.. Walking towards the consol in resignation, he turned and sat down in front of her.

“Take it off,” she ordered, leaning back to watch him strip off his codpiece.

Feeling like his spark was plummeting back into the darkness of the abyss that it had hidden so long in; he took off his codpiece and spread his legs. He knew that she expected him to bare his circuits to her any time she wished. He just hoped she didn’t make it too painful this time.

Sliding her fingers into him, she probed his barely repaired circuits. She ran her fingertips lightly over his wires as she gauged the amount of damage still needing to be repaired. Glancing up at his handsome face, she saw the typical dull look of a slave replace the brightness that they’d had when he’d first come into the room. So, his spirit remained completely broken? That was very good..

He trembled at her invasive touch, not even trying to stop it. This was his lot in life. He was still a pathetic slave whore inside, though now he’d be molested by just a single owner. It was far better than at the con base. He reminded himself over-and-over. So much better.. He would accept any pain she’d give him as long as she’d keep him hers. Her touch brought waves of pleasure mixed with the slight sensation of pain. For he was still slightly sore down there, the damage from his time on the rec deck still not completely repaired.

For astrohours she passed the time slowly molesting him. She enjoyed his shudders of pleasure even as he broke his moans by biting on his lip to stop a gasp of pain when she would pull on a raw wire here and there. It was quite fun having a mech all to herself. To do with as she pleased, when she pleased…. Standing up, she took his lips even as she shot pain through him by grinding her latched codpiece against his sore bonding circuits. She evaded his mouth, exploring every part of his sweet warmth with her glossa.

Pulling away from him, her strange optics swirled closer to red with the intensity of her growing desire. Clicking on the Autopilot, she turned and lay down on the floor. “Pleasure me,” she ordered as she unlatched her own codpiece.

Biting down on his lip, Mirage fought down his anxiety. She hadn’t really been that bad to him for the last few astrohours that she’d molested him with her fingers. The pain had been minimal compared to what he was used to. But now that she wanted him to pleasure her, he knew she wasn’t satiated with the molesting. She would eventually force her energy into him. Perhaps she’d be gentle this time?

Slowly, he got up from the console and knelt between her slightly bent and spread legs. Crawling over the top of her, he took her lips as he ran his fingers along her sensitive wings. For many orbit cycles he’d been forced to pleasure the Decepticon Seekers like this, so he was well-practiced in the art. But as he caused her to buck and moan under his hands, he noticed just how different she truly was from most Transformers. Her skin was cool to the touch, as if it radiated none of her internal warmth to the outside. Her fuselage and wings did not feel like standard Cybertronian alloy, they felt strange. Made out of some material he’d never encountered. The information gatherer within him made note of all the oddities, even her spark was somehow different. He’d felt it on many prior occasions.

Eventually, he worked his way down to her most sensitive nets. He knew from all the times that she and Onslaught had used him, that she preferred him to take a long time in that region. So as he dove his glossa and fingers into her, he continued to think on all the differences he’d observed as she arched against him in waves of pleasure.

“Straddle me,” she ordered breathlessly. This particular slave had always impressed her with his abilities with his glossa. She’d enjoyed it for another astrohour before she decided she needed release. Did she dare to let him release into her as well? She debated on this even as she thrust her bonding cables into him. She and others of her generation of Guardians had learned how to store the sparks created by the joining in almost a stasis. This way, she could even wait many orbit cycles before letting the sparklings split from her spark. Yes, perhaps she’d let him have release as well. But not before she taught him to accept pain.

Before she unloaded her tension into him, she decided she wanted to make tears well up in those beautiful blue optics. She wanted him to understand that he was hers to do with as she saw fit. Reaching down, she probed her fingers into him. She grinned as she saw his lip tremble when he felt her do this. Twisting some of his sensitive wires with her fingertips, she enjoyed his spasm of pain, his low cry.. His whimper of fear that she’d decided to make this tryst a truly painful one. He tried to muffle his reactions, appear strong as she had demanded.

Yet, he didn’t try and move away, for he was far too broken now, he would accept any pain she chose to give him. Tears welled up in his optics as he now anticipated searing pain when she flooded him with her pent-up energy. But he’d only have to suffer the one time, there were no cons standing in line to hear him scream over-and-over again. So he forced the tears back, forced himself to relax… To accept that pain was part of the life with a bounty hunter…

“I own you Mirage,” she growled as she twisted harder. He arched in agony, gasping in pain, unshed tears filling his optics again. “You and the rest of these mechs are pathetic and weak,” she whispered. Letting lose of those wires, she curled her fingers around some more. “How does it feel to be mated to the future of mechs? The most advanced of mechs? You should feel proud that I chose you,” she taunted as she twisted the next set. He gasped as the agony from that twist shot through him, balling his hands into fists, forcing himself to take it.

Suddenly, the agony disappeared as quickly as it had come. But the threat of her bonding circuits still deep within him caused him to tense in fear of the anticipated agony. He wanted to whimper, but he fought it down.. He couldn’t show weakness.. Hunter sat up, taking his sweet lips with hers, her fingers slipping into the creases of his armor, caressing, stimulating. The waves of pleasure washed away the previous pain within him.

As his gasps changed to moans of pleasure, Hunter smirked. Mirage arched in total agony as she shot her first load of pent up energy straight through him. Every sensor heated up in response as he writhed in her arms, unable to control his own reactions, but still not trying to break free. Then the pain was gone. He sagged against her, gasping, groaning, a touch of energon beginning to leak from his overstressed bearings.

“That’s a reminder Mirage. A reminder that I own you,” she whispered in his audios. “Now, put your cables within me,” she ordered.

He lifted his head, pure terror in his brilliant blue optics. It’d been so long since he’d been able to find release, yet here she was ordering him too. He knew if he did it wrong then she’d blow his sensory grids with the sheer fire of her energy. This was why she had given him the warning surge, reminded him that she truly owned him. Trembling in apprehension, he commanded his bonding circuits to extend, to go within her, to link.

Hesitantly, he let a very slow burst of energy flow into her. His spark followed in its wake. Its tentative soft blue fire stroked the strange multicolored fiery spark that was hers. Begging, pleading for her to allow him in. He felt himself being engulfed by her fire, the warmth radiating back into his chassis through their double connection. She drew him into her further, combining, joining, becoming one in the fire of true pleasure. He felt her actually suck his energy buildup from him, pulling him down even as he threw his head back and joined her scream of pleasure.

Shuddering from his release, he pulled his cables back within himself. Lying down on top of the tall, slender femme, he felt her fingers actually caress his armor lightly. Trying to imagine that this was truly a bond mate that he loved, he snuggled to her and went into defrag.
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