Adult-FanFiction.org : Cartoons

Losing Control	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 4231 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformer. I make no profit from writing this

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Doubt and Deception

Solar Cycle – 1 day

Cycle – 1 hour

Stellar Cycle – 1 year

Astrosecond – 1 second

Deca-cycle – 2 weeks

//comm. speak//

****

Decepticon base:

“Starscream!!”

The seeker flinched in the repair cradle as Megatron’s voice boomed down the corridor.

“Lord Megatron I am afraid I am incapacitated at the moment. How can I be of service?” He managed his most subservient tone, his optics darting to the floor upon Megatron’s entrance to the repair bay. He loomed in the doorway glaring coldly at his SIC.

Starscream tensed in the repair cradle, repair drones still tending to the injuries he’d received from Prowl, his air intakes became shallow as Megatron approached.

“You disappoint me Starscream. I at least thought that amidst all your scheming and insubordination that you would have the sense to seize an opportunity when one presented itself.”

Starscream frowned in confusion at the measured words from his leader. “I don’t know what you mean Lord Megatron.”

“Don’t take me for a fool Starscream, I know what you did.”

Starscream wriggled uncomfortably, he’d done a lot of things that Megatron would more than likely disapprove of and now found himself at a disadvantage, not knowing which transgression to defend himself against.

“Soundwave sent Lazorbeak to spy on you and your trine a Deca cycle ago when Skywarp and Thundercracker decided to sneak off base against my orders. Do you want to know what we found?”

Starscream, uncharacteristically quiet and still aching from his injuries, simply nodded once.

Pressing a node on his chest Megatron activated a holo-recording. Starscream’s optics widened as he saw and heard himself and his trine mates repeatedly raping the Autobot Prowl. Megatron observed his reactions as he watched the recording. Starscream’s optics flickered subtly, not a trace of guilt or shame crossed his features, merely the faint signs of annoyance at being caught.

“What do you have to say for yourself Starscream?” Megatron growled as the recording ended.

The jet frowned, where was Megatron going with this? “How is that not seizing an opportunity?” He answered his tone laced with defiance giving Megatron a non-committal shrug. Megatron raised an orbital brow.

“I must admit I was surprised that you of all mechs managed to pull off such a daring kidnapping.” He condescended, watching Starscream bristle with anger at the insult. His anger was replaced with a smug smirk as he glared up at his leader.

“Well it just shows some of us think ahead and plan our attacks instead of resorting to simply retreating when our bad plans fail.”

A stinging pain felt like it had split open his face plates. He shrieked in pain and surprise as Megatron’s imposing form loomed over him. “What was that for!?” He shrilled angrily.

“For your stupidity.”

Starscream flailed as Megatron’s clawed hand gripped his throat. “Ga-ack... My Lord... why?”

“You captured the second in command to Prime. The Autobots’ tactician and you didn’t think just once how valuable the information he holds in that impressive CPU of his would be to the Decepticon cause?!”

Megatron’s voice grew to an angry snarl as he spoke deliberately, slowly relishing the squirming seeker pinned beneath his larger frame.

“But... ack... Lo...ord Mega...ucckk...” The rest of his sentence was cut off into a choke as Megatron squeezed his throat.

“I’m tired of your never ending excuses!” He growled loudly, lifting the jet from the cradle and flinging him to the floor like a rag doll. Starscream gasped and spluttered on the floor clutching at the dented wiring in his throat, shrinking away from his irate leader his hand raised.

“Please Megatron...I... I can explain mmmphh...” Starscream grunted as he was lifted once more and slammed against a bulkhead his wings screaming at him protesting the force.

“You have five seconds.” Megatron glowered his face and voice deceptively calm.

“We knew who he was! After we’d finished with him I got an idea of how to use him to better our advantage.”

“Three seconds.”

Starscream spoke quickly, almost frantic. “I suggested forcing a spark merge while he was unconscious.”

Megatron drew back a little releasing his SIC who gasped his optics still wary as he continued.

“Thundercracker volunteered.”

“You managed to create a spark bond with the Autobot against his will?” Megatron was thoughtful considering the implications.

Starscream nodded eagerly his confidence returning. “He was unaware so it didn’t matter whether he was willing or not, being unconscious simply meant it was less painful for him to endure as he would have undoubtedly resisted.”

Megatron hummed in thought softly. “Indeed. If he was unconscious however, his spark would not have accepted the bond.” He challenged the seeker, well aware of how intelligent Starscream actually was when he wanted to be and enjoyed moments such as these where his SIC genuinely surprised him with a brilliantly devious plan. Starscream smiled darkly.

“Yes but after what he’d just been through with us he was exhausted and drained almost to the point of stasis lock, his firewalls would not have been able to protect his spark completely.”

Megatron looked deep in thought a single finger tapping his chin. //Thundercracker report to the repair bay.// He barked.

//At once Lord Megatron.//

“So Starscream, tell me how this benefits our cause.”

Starscream was all but bouncing in excitement. “As Prowl is unaware of the bond we can obtain information through it. Thundercracker’s firewalls are in place and he has closed the bond at his end so he doesn’t unintentionally send anything across the link and alert Prowl to it. It is only a weak connection not a complete merge, as you know both participants have to be fully aware and willing for that to happen.”

Thundercracker entered the room, his fingertips tapping nervously against his thighs. “You asked for me Lord Megatron?”

“Yes. Tell me what information you have gleaned from this partial spark bond you’ve created with the Autobot.”

The blue seeker shot a fearful gaze at his trine leader who grinned at him and nodded. “Well it’s not a normal bond my Lord, we can’t communicate through it but I can sense him. It is weak enough that I am not affected by his emotions but he can and has been affected by mine.”

“Such as?”

“When I get angry... or uumm... aroused... they’re too strong to contain so he feels the residual effects.”

“Won’t this alert him to our presence?”

Starscream interrupted. “No they will simply feel like his own emotions but he won’t be able to control them.”

“I can also see flashes of their plans and tactics when he is thinking of them or needs to explain them to others.” Thundercracker spoke up still nervous as Megatron’s optics bored through him. “He... he seems to be in control of most of their defences and operations including base security and preparations for battle.”

“Hmmm this could be extremely useful.” Megatron mused softly to himself.

Thundercracker seemed to gain a little confidence at the remark. “There’s one more thing." The blue jet straightened proudly. "I can decipher individual weaknesses of different Autobots as he has to account for them. We tried it out last solar cycle with a surprise attack. We were gaining the upper hand but...” He trailed off not really understanding the science, that was Starscream’s area of expertise.

“But?” Megatron uttered.

“Yes it seems the only thing we cannot predict is how Prowl himself will react in a situation, hence my injuries.” Starscream answered with a snarl at the memory.

Megatron frowned. “And you’re sure he is completely unaware?”

“If I may Lord Megatron?” Starscream dipped his head obediently as he retrieved a data track from his subspace and pressed it into a nearby console. “We recorded it, just in case we needed to prove ourselves.”

The image flickered on the monitor. Coming into focus on the prone black and white mech lying unconscious on the rocky ground. The image moved jerkily taking in his entire body and the silvery blue stains pooling about his person. The seekers really had fragged the mech to within an inch of his life Megatron mused, noting the extensive damage to Prowl’s armour half crusted with stains and seeping energon and his obviously abused and damaged interface components exposed to the recorder. Megatron sucked in air as one of the seekers kicked the Autobot viciously to make sure he was offline. Skywarp smirked to the camera. Starscream’s voice could be heard instructing his trine mates as they forcibly pried Prowl’s chest plates apart.

Megatron rubbed his own chest absently, well aware of how painful that was. Thundercracker’s blue frame crouched over the unconscious mech, his arms lifting him towards his own exposed spark. A brilliant flash filled the image as he merged their sparks together. Starscream was counting in the background and ordered Thundercracker to release after five seconds.

Breaking the connection was clearly physically painful for Thundercracker who grimaced as he dropped Prowl back onto the floor turning to the camera before the image went blank.

Megatron’s brow was raised his arms folded, the seekers waited for his response. “Well done.”

They grinned at each other smugly.

“I want regular reports on any and all information you receive. I want to know everything. We will start using this information soon enough.” He removed the data track. “This will come in useful as well once added to Lazorbeak’s recording. I am going to break the Autobots from the inside out, starting with one of their most respected. Without trust they will start to fall apart and we can take their base out from under them in the ensuing chaos.”

The two seekers dipped their heads in obedience as Megatron went to take his leave. “Oh and Starscream.” The red and white seeker met his leader’s gaze. “The next time you’re grounded by an Autobot and end up in this pathetic state. I’ll offline you myself.” He smirked as Starscream grimaced clenching his jaw.

Thundercracker grinned at his trine mate once Megatron had departed. “You can have your revenge Starscream, make Prowl pay for attacking you, when Megatron takes over their base and we defeat them once and for all.”

Starscream slumped back in the repair cradle, gingerly touching broken and cracked face plates. “Oh I am going to do so much more to him." He clenched his fists against the repair cradle. "He’ll wish I killed him in the first place.” The corner of his mouth pulled upwards in a sneer as his trine mate chuckled darkly in agreement.

****

Autobot base:

Prowl’s optics on lined, he let out a weary sigh his fingers brushing the golden centre of his chevron absently. His recharge had been a restless one, flashes and images of Thundercracker looming over him, hearing Starscream’s shrill voice in his audio and the echo of pain in his spark. He hoped these would fade along with his physical injuries. Not being in complete control daunted him. The torrent of erratic emotions filtering through him felt strange, distant almost like they didn’t belong to him, it was more than a little unsettling.

“Come back to me Prowl.” Optimus’ rich voice filled his audio sending shivers of vibrations through his sensor net. Prowl turned casting a side long glance at the red and blue mech smiling warmly at him. He gave him a small smile in return.

“I’m here...”

Optimus exhaled deeply, stretching his impressive frame. Prowl couldn’t help but watch in awe as he flexed his joints. He couldn’t deny his attraction to Optimus it had always been there from when he was first placed under his command, Prowl had always put it down to respect and loyalty. He wasn’t attracted to his status and title, such things had never swayed Prowl, there was just something about how he managed to maintain his kindness and temper his strength with wise patience and understanding.

Prowl thought about the pressures of being a leader of an entire people during a war. He wondered how many decisions Prime had made that had cost him friends, how many regrets he carried and never showed. Prowl had only seen his self doubt surface briefly back when the war was in its early stages. He knew it was still there within him, buried beneath his noble attitude and commanding responsibility. Yes he felt deeply attracted to Optimus, he admired him but still this situation bothered him. Prowl had never thrown himself at a mech the way he had with Optimus. Sure he’d had relationships, even the odd fling between friends but never anything quite as intense as this.

Prowl never dreamed his attractions would or could be reciprocated by Optimus and so he’d buried them, ignored them. As far as he knew Prime himself hadn’t engaged in a relationship since leaving Cybertron, choosing his duty above all else. They both had.

Prowl frowned so why him, why now? His intakes hitched slightly as he began to draw his own conclusions. Pity and sympathy. They must be the reasons Optimus hadn’t pushed him away, hadn’t stopped his rash advances. He squeezed his optics closed tightly a deep ache forming in his CPU.

Warm air and the soft touch of cool metal pressed lightly against his mouth, sending pleasant tingles ghosting through him. He blinked up at Optimus who broke the chaste kiss with a smile.

“If you keep thinking that hard, you’re going to blow a circuit.”

Prowl grimaced at how easily Prime was able to read him. “I’m sorry...I... I didn’t recharge very well.”

Optimus lay beside him his hand resting lightly on Prowl’s chest. “I know that you might not be ready to talk to me about everything... and... I don’t want to push you but..." Optimus lowered his gaze his tone low and sincere, hoping Prowl would hear him, believe him. "I will always listen. You must know that.”

Prowl let out an imperceptible sigh glancing at Optimus, suddenly feeling distinctly uneasy, his doubts and fears threatening to cloud his judgement again. He sat up turning his back to Optimus who frowned as he noticed the slight flutter of his doorwings before they stiffened, sitting high and proud on Prowl’s back. Prowl glanced back at him over the edge of his doorwing, a small courteous smile on his lips.

“I know you will... thank you.”

Optimus laughed and reached out for him. “There’s no need to be so formal Prowl.”

Prowl stood out of the way of his grasp, opening his mouth to say something before his shoulders slumped and he shook his head. He knew he was treating Optimus unfairly but he just couldn’t bring himself to return the warmth and comfort, not yet. Straightening he dipped his head slightly. “I have to go to work.”

He half turned before Optimus stopped him. “You’re not scheduled to be on duty for half a cycle Prowl.” He frowned as the black and white mech tensed when he laid a hand on his shoulder. Prowl looked up at him from beneath his red chevron before dropping his optics to the floor.

“I prefer to start early and... I have an office to clean.” He stated softly, knowing it to be a poor excuse for his abrupt exit.

Optimus blinked in mild surprise as white tapered fingers rested briefly on his hand still resting on Prowl's shoulder. He smiled slightly as he felt the fingers squeeze his lightly and then they were gone.

Optimus let out a deep sigh left alone in Prowl’s quarters. Heading to the wash rack to wake himself up fully, he wondered how long it would be until Prowl could trust him, if he ever would.
- 5
- 6
- 7
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Losing Control