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Face Thy Fears	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 2674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Haunting

Leaving his hands above his head, Red Alert was afraid that if he moved the ghost would leave him. Keeping his optics deactivated, he concentrated on how it felt to have her spirit force pressed against him. It felt so real, yet different. For it didn’t feel like the warm Cybertronian metal of other mechs he’d felt. Instead, the ghost felt more like just the press of a room temperature wall, or the feel of a plastic-coated chair against one’s aft. She radiated no heat, but seemed to absorb his. Maybe this was how ghosts were?

But his popped linkages hurt badly in his shoulder as he stayed in this position. He needed to bring his arms down. Would they just go through the ghost? Perhaps he should ask first? “Um, Spot, my shoulder joint hurts a lot in this position. Will you get mad if I move them?” he whispered.

He felt her move her arm off him and shift so that she was no longer pressing against his upper chassis. But she left her leg over his, assuring him that she was still there.

Bringing his arms down, he set his chained wrists on his abdomen. He thought he could almost hear the light whine of hydraulics, of something scraping the metal floor, and then he felt her press against his side again, her arm going back over his chest armor. He wondered why it seemed that he could feel her as if she was solid, yet could not see her. Would she get mad if he asked? But he wanted to talk to someone, to forget his pain for a while, forget the Seekers who would soon come again. “Spot, can I ask you something?” he whispered.

Enjoying the feel of his warmth radiating through his metal skin, SunSpot rubbed her fingertips across his chest plate. “What?” she whispered back.

“Um, why do you feel so solid but yet I can’t detect you with visuals?” he asked. He trembled slightly at the movement of her ghostly fingers on his armor. Biting his lip, he tried to decide if the sensation she was causing was because of his natural fear of disembodied sparks, or because it was comforting.

SunSpot looked up at his deactivated optics. She knew he must be concentrating on how ‘the ghost’ felt against him. But because her carbide skin did not transfer her internal heat to the outside, she didn’t ‘feel’ like a true functioning mech to him. But she did feel somehow ‘solid’, frankly, because she was. “I guess I’m only part-way in this dimension, that’s why,” she answered. It was a partial truth. So maybe if and when she chose to reveal herself, she could convince him that Primus had ‘allowed the ghost’ to come fully into this dimension?

“Oh,” he guessed it made some kind of sense. Perceptor could probably explain it better. But he’d have to wait until the Guardian came and rescued him to talk with that mech. So, she did feel solid? Would she let him touch her? He wanted to touch another mech, hold one.. Forget that he was still a helpless captive.. Would she let him? “Spot? Will you let me touch you?” he whispered.

She tensed in apprehension. The only mechs who’d ever ‘touched her’ were family. But he thought she was a ghost. And since she didn’t radiate heat, she wouldn’t feel truly ‘functioning’ to him. She’d have to get used to another mech’s touch if she was to eventually take a mate here, wouldn’t she? And it was part of Primus’ demands that she had to reproduce in this dimension. Wouldn’t it be best if she tried to get over that creepy sensation to another mech’s touch, while she hid behind the security of her cloak? This mech was the only one who’d probably accept the situation.. Because he truly believed she was a ghost.. Forcing herself to relax, she knew that this must be Primus’ plan to help her get over her debilitating shyness.. “I guess so.. But Red? I haven’t been touched by a functioning mech.. It’s, um, kind’ve creepy to me..” she whispered back. She felt her natural anxiety, her natural shyness trying to creep back. But she was cloaked, she was safe.. She had to get over it..

He turned his head towards her voice. The spirit seemed a little afraid. He swore he could even feel her spirit force shiver slightly against his side. Perhaps it was normal for the dead to fear the touch of functioning? Just as the functioning also feared the touch of the dead.. Inside, he relaxed more at having her haunting him. For in many ways it seemed that she felt the same conflicting emotions about being around him, since he was still functioning. It must’ve been terrifying to be thrown out of the comfort of the afterlife and thrust back into this one by Primus himself; forced to endure being around the living mechs again. “So you’re freaked out by my touch as much as I am about yours?” he asked softly.

“Um, ya, I guess you could say that,” she whispered back. Her soft voice seemed to get a little stronger now that she understood that he felt the same way.

Hesitantly, he reached up to where he thought it was her hand lying on his chest armor. Lightly he touched it with his fingers. He felt her spirit force tremble against him, but she did not move. Keeping his optics deactivated, he concentrated on how her ghostly hand felt under his fingertips as he lightly traced her fingers. She had five just like he did, but her invisible skin was cool to his touch, not having the warmth that a functioning mech would. Gently, he curled his fingers around hers. “I just want to hold your hand, is that ok?” he asked her. He felt her trembling cease.

A wave of relief flowed through her at his words. She was afraid he’d want to touch her all over. But she could stand the creepiness of him just holding her hand. It seemed to be enough contact for him to be satisfied. And perhaps she’d slowly get over the awkward feeling of his touch. It did feel good to be pressed against him. Feel his warm armor against her fuselage. She had seemed to have gotten over her fear of that contact. Relaxing, she squeezed his fingers with hers. That’s when she realized just how fragged she was getting. She needed to find a safe spot to defrag for an astrohour. But she didn’t want to leave him just yet. Maybe he’d watch out for her for a little while? “Um, Red? Even though I’m a ghost, I still need to defrag a little now-and-then. Would you wake me if anyone comes down the corridor?”

Red Alert’s darkened optics widened in surprise. “So we even defrag when we’re off lined?” he asked. He’d never have thought about it. But she was the expert in that subject, wasn’t she?

“Um, yes, our sparks need the rest,” she replied. A little white lie, but if he accepted it, what did it hurt.

“Yes, I guess I could watch out for them,” he whispered. He felt a sense of his old pride returning. His old pride at watching out for danger… Of warning the base in time.. Granted, now he was nothing more than a pathetic prisoner waiting desperately for Primus to deem him worthy enough to send a Guardian to rescue him… But he was watching out for his friend now.. His only friend…

Feeling her relax completely against him, he stroked her cool spirit force fingers with his. Keeping his optics deactivated, he just kept his audios peeled for the sound of mech footsteps coming towards his cell. He tried to imagine that her strangely cool skin was the warm living metal of a functioning mech, that the press of the ghost against him was living. In a sense, he’d always been a tad bit paranoid at the mere thought of death. But here he was being comforted by the dead. It was a strange and unsettling experience, but in the weirdest sense he was thrilled. For Primus had ordered this ghost to help him as best she could, so she’d never betray him like his functioning friends would….He finally had a ‘spark’ whom he could fully trust…

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Broken

Reactivating her optics, SunSpot pulled herself out of defrag at the minimal required length of time. She’d gotten used to just brief defrag cycles when she was on her extended spy missions, just as she had gotten used to her cloaking always being engaged. It was part of the lifestyle of being a spy, of being a ‘living ghost’. She didn’t even move as she reactivated.

She felt Red Alert still stroking her unseen fingers. Glancing up, she realized he’d kept his optics deactivated. Probably trying to pretend he was somewhere else, lying next to his functioning bond mate or something. But since she now had the time, she began to shift through and sort all of the data that she’d copied from the ship’s mainframe.

As she incorporated the data into her active memory banks, she was amazed at the sheer scope of the Decepticon/Autobot conflict. Going through file after file of highly classified Decepticon information, she realized just how complex their organized military and tactics were. She now knew more than their main information officer, Soundwave, did about the entire Decepticon faction. Their secret bases, popped up easily in her active memory. Easily picked out on the Galactic map she now had. She knew all of their personnel files, and all of their recorded captives.

Since the ship was one of their primary cruisers, it had been linked to the main Decepticon mainframe back at their primary Command Center. Her living meta had broke into that link when she had hacked into the system. As the Earth mechs’ primary spy, she had developed her hacking talent to the point it surpassed most other spies. And she knew, she’d need all of her skills, and the knowledge that she could get her hands on – in order to survive in this dimension.

Done sorting through the data, she shifted slightly against Red Alert to let him know that she was ‘awake’ again. He turned his head slightly, his darkened optics widening slightly. “You’re activated just after two astrohours?” he asked. Functioning mechs generally needed a minimum of three.

She nodded, her helm rubbing against his shoulder. “We don’t need as much as you,” she simply said. She meant that spies didn’t need as much as the normal ranks, but she knew he’d take it as the dead vs living.

He contemplated that fact; Another difference between disembodied Sparks and living Sparks, just as her skin was cool and his was warm. He wondered what other differences he’d learn about as he was haunted by this friendly ghost. In a strange sense, he hoped she wouldn’t disappear back into the afterlife once he was returned to the Autobots. He was really getting to like having her around him. Now that he’d gotten used to her hands, he was beginning to wonder what the rest of her structure was. What was her alt mode? Or did the dead even have alt modes? “Spot, do we still have alt modes when we’re off lined?” he asked.

She slowly sat up, leaving her hand in his grasp. “Yes we do,” she answered.

He struggled to sit up, since he had felt her do it. He felt her other hand go around him, assisting him. Did he feel the press of the smooth canopy of a cock pit against his armor? “Um, so what’s yours?” he asked.

She couldn’t help but chuckle softly. He looked quite funny keeping his optics shut off when he talked to her. But she knew he was trying to build a mental image of her in his meta, that’s why he was asking about her alt mode. “I’m a Seeker, Red. But not built the exact same way that these Decepticon Seekers are,” she answered softly.

He thought about it. Only Decepticons called themselves ‘Seekers’, so was this ghost a dead con? He shuddered to think that he’d been getting comfortable in the arms of a dead con of all ghosts! But she sure didn’t act like a con.. “So what were you, an Autobot or a Decepticon?” he asked her. He just needed to know, for his own sanity.

She considered his question, realizing her error in referring to her design as a ‘Seeker’. That was a Decepticon term. But in her dimension, the Earth mechs had adopted it, since the original ‘Earth mech’ was a Decepticon ‘built’ Seeker. So how could she explain it? Perhaps she could phrase it just right so he’d also understand why she was trained for battle, but wasn’t actually battle-experienced – when she decided to eventually show herself. “Um, I wasn’t either. I off lined at the start of the wars, before I could really choose a side.” It sounded like a conceivable story – didn’t it?

So she hadn’t survived into the total separation of the factions? She’d been dead a long, long time then… But at least she wasn’t a Decepticon ghost; she was just a Transformer ghost – with no previous allegiances it sounded like. He could live with that. But did she now consider him just a mission, or a friend? “Um, I know Primus forced you to help me, but do you at least like me?” he asked.

SunSpot’s invisible optics swirled. Did he mean ‘like’ as in a friend or ‘like’ as in attraction like a potential mate? She wasn’t sure. But she did ‘like’ him. Granted, he was the first mech beside close family that she’d really ever gotten to know. So she didn’t know if the way she felt about him was ‘like’ as in friend or ‘like’ as in potential mate. Maybe she should play it off a little bit. “Yes, I guess for a functioning mech, I like you,” she replied.

He relaxed, obviously she had said what he wanted to hear. But then they both tensed as the sound of mech footsteps could be heard. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his now-trembling form, wishing she could truly protect him. “Red, be strong,” she whispered in his audios.

Wishing he could hide in her arms, Red Alert activated his optics. His blue optics wide with fear as the sound of thrusters on metal plating became louder. He felt the comforting press of the ghost against his armor, even though his visuals saw nothing but an empty cell around him. “Thanks for being my friend,” he whispered. He’d find some way to endure, some way…

Suddenly he felt totally naked as the ghostly press vanished. The door slid open and Thundercracker stepped in, his optics roving over the trembling mech’s chassis. He scanned the cell, noting the slickness on the floor because of the mess of spilled energon. Smirking, he tossed a rag to the captive. “Clean up this freagin’ mess you pathetic Autobot,” he ordered.

Red Alert grabbed the rag as it landed in his lap, and looked up at the con, unsure of what today’s ‘torture’ was going to entail. He got a rough kick for his glance.

“I said, wipe up this freagin’ mess! Are your audios shot?!” the blue Seeker ordered. He leaned up against the wall, intending to enjoy watching the former Chief of Autobot Security on his hands and knees, cleaning up his own spilt energon.

Realizing he had no choice, and the degradation was a little better than being raped, Red Alert said nothing as he painfully rolled over onto his knees and began to mop up his own spilt energon. It’d be easier if his hands weren’t still chained together, with the rest of the chain dragging the ground behind him, but he knew he’d just get beaten if he made that suggestion. Doing his work as slowly as he dared, he delayed the inevitable as long as he could..

Grinning as he watched the captive struggle to clean up the mess, Thundercracker debated on what he wanted to do to the mech this time. Starscream had claimed to have finally broken the mech’s spirit, but had the cocky bastard actually done it? It would be interesting to find out, wouldn’t it?

Finally, there was nothing more to wipe up. Feeling his anxiety rise, Red Alert knew that his delay was over. He knew that Spot couldn’t keep them from still using him. And he knew that’s exactly what Thundercracker was going to do. He heard the door slide open briefly, looking up in fear, he saw that the blue Seeker had pulled in a chair and was sitting in it, his optics roving over Red Alert’s chassis.

“Stand up,” he ordered the Autobot. An evil grin spread over his face as he decided on ‘today’s’ fun.

Staggering slightly, Red Alert slowly stood up, the length of chain making a rattling sound as it slid on the metal floor. He fought to keep from trembling, but he couldn’t help but bite his lower lip in anxiety.

“Starscream is bragging that he broke you. Did he?” the blue Seeker asked, cocking his helm in amusement.

Red Alert trembled, he knew what Thundercracker meant. But even though the mere thought of not fighting their molestation made him nauseated – would it make it go faster if he did so? Would it be less painful? They were going to do it anyways, no matter how much he begged and pleaded. And his resistance seemed to make them even more eager to torture him. Maybe if he no longer resisted so much, they’d get bored with him? So, hating himself for doing it, he nodded…The shame of his decision making him chilled to his core.. But he couldn’t keep expecting the ghost to keep him functioning until the Guardian arrived.. He had to endure.. Had to pass this test of Primus’.

Thundercracker snickered, he didn’t think the mech was fully broke yet. But it’d be interesting to find out. “Unlatch your codpiece,” he ordered.

Fighting his urge to deny, to deny the inevitable, Red Alert gulped back his plea for mercy. If he didn’t resist, maybe it’d be over faster. So, with trembling fingers he unlatched his codpiece, the Seeker’s optics boring into him.

Grinning wickedly, he watched the trembling mech follow his orders. Perhaps Starscream had truly broken the Autobot’s spirit? Spreading his own legs, Thundercracker nodded at the captive. “Now unlatch mine,” he ordered.

Biting his lip, Red Alert kept his pleas silent. This was beyond degradation! Now the cons were forcing him to seek the bonding. He wanted to escape, to run, to hide in the ghost’s arms – but he couldn’t, he was trapped. And if he resisted, then the poor ghost would have to piece him back together again. So with feet that felt like solid blocks of stone, the trembling mech staggered over to the blue Seeker. He couldn’t bear to look into those demon red optics as his shaking fingers unlatched the blue armor.

Thundercracker was enjoying the torment he saw on the ground mech’s face. He could see the total repulsion in his blue optics, even as he followed the orders. Red Alert was hoping it’d go faster if he didn’t resist, huh? He wasn’t totally broken then. “Stand up, and don’t move,” he ordered the terrified mech.

Standing up, Red Alert’s optics were bright with repulsion and fear. He was standing right in front of the blue Seeker, their knees even rubbing. But he willed himself not to move, not to plead. A sickening feeling filled him, as he felt the Seeker’s fingers going into his circuits. Tensing, he forced himself not to move, even as he trembled in revulsion.

“Spread your legs,” Thundercracker ordered. He could sense the mech’s resistance, even as he moved to do as he was told. Just how far could he push it until the mech couldn’t keep up his little act?

Grinding his jaws together, he did as he was told. His chassis crawled in revulsion as he willingly exposed himself completely to the Seeker. He felt Thundercracker’s glossa licking his bonding circuits, his fingers going deeply inside him, probing… Trying to imagine it was Inferno, or even the ghost doing this – Red Alert willed himself to stay still. He whimpered as the waves of stimulation went through him, hating himself for allowing a Seeker to cause them. The blue Seeker’s glossa went deeper, finding his unmolested circuits, making him feel nauseated even as he shuddered in pleasure.

“Straddle me,” the Seeker ordered as he pulled his fingers out of Red Alert.

“Please…Don’t make me…” Red Alert broke, he didn’t want to.. He couldn’t stop from pleading.. He’d allowed the Seeker to molest him, wasn’t that enough?

“Straddle me,” Thundercracker ordered; his grin widening as he saw his victim’s fear.

Whimpering, Red Alert straddled him. Groaning in fear as he felt the Seeker’s bonding cables insert themselves into him. His whole frame shivered in the anticipation of the searing pain to come. But then he felt the Seeker insert his fingers again, in and out, stroking his circuits. Shaking in both terror and pleasure, Red Alert fought his urge to stand up and escape the molestation. It would be over faster if he didn’t fight.

“Kiss me,” the blue Seeker ordered. His optics on fire as the trembling mech heightened his desire.

“Please.. I’ve done what you asked.. don’t..” the ground mech pleaded. Hadn’t he done enough? He’d allowed the molestation, allowed the Seeker to insert himself into him, wasn’t that enough? Just blow the searing energy into him and get it over with…

“Kiss me,” Thundercracker growled. He wanted the mech’s glossa in his mouth when he made him writhe in agony.

Whimpering, Red Alert obeyed. His lips met Thundercracker’s, his glossa slipping in as the blue Seeker grabbed the back of his helm and forced his lips even tighter. The Seeker’s other arm went around him, pressing him tightly against him. His hips thrust upwards as he released his load of energy and his spark into the Autobot’s core. Red Alert writhed in agony, unable to stop it, unable to even scream, His chassis spasmed in perfect time to Thundercracker’s waves of energy.

Finally, the Seeker was satisfied. Releasing the mech’s lips, he enjoyed the moaning gasps of the Autobot straddling him. He shifted his hips slightly, enjoying the look of pain that washed over the mech as he rubbed his bonding cables over his raw circuits. “Do you want some more, Red Alert?” he taunted.

Pain coursed through him, the agony renewed as the Seeker put his fingers back in and pulled on his overheated bonding circuits. Red Alert groaned, if he said no then the Seeker would do it – if he said yes the Seeker might still do it. There was no right answer, he just wanted it to be over… “Whatever you want,” he stammered. It didn’t matter what he wanted anymore…

Thundercracker grinned. Yes, the Autobot was almost broke. They would have a lot of fun next shift…… Pushing the mech off him, he enjoyed the cry of pain as his cables ripped out of Red Alert. The Autobot collapsed on the floor, gasping.. “We’ll see you next shift then,” he cackled as he walked out of the cell.

Before the door even closed, Red Alert felt her hands on him. “You didn’t fight it?” she whispered in disbelief.

He cringed at her words. She had apparently watched the entire time. Even though she was just a ghost, he wished she hadn’t had to see him like this. But it had gone faster and he wasn’t as damaged this time. He felt ashamed, but he had to do it. He just couldn’t keep fighting… Grinding his jaws together, he knew he could never face Inferno’s clean touch on his tarnished spark again.. No Autobot’s touch.. He’d been dirty and tarnished since the first time Starscream had ripped his codpiece off.. He might as well face it.. Accept it… He only deserved to be touched by the hands of the dead.. Providing they could even look past his shame… “I’m tired of fighting it Spot, they’re just going to do it anyways,” he gasped as he tried to lie down on his back. His raw bonding cables scraped the ground.

In a way, she understood what he said. It had gone much faster for him this time. But how could he willing allow them to bond with him when it was so obvious that he was in complete revulsion over it? That took more internal strength than she’d ever seen. She wanted to hold the poor mech, kiss him, make it all go away.. “You are the bravest mech I’ve ever met Red,” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around him.

She thought he was brave after all she’d seen him do? Red couldn’t believe that she wasn’t totally repulsed by him now that she’d seen how truly pathetic he was, how broken he now was. But he wanted to erase the feel of Thundercracker’s lips from his, Thundercracker’s hands from him.. He’d rather feel those of a ghost.. So he melted into her invisible arms, deactivating his optics. Feeling her spirit press against him, he lifted his head and felt the softness of her lips as he pressed his against them….

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Enslaved

SunSpot was a little shocked when the battered, broken mech took her lips; but she felt his desperation. He wanted to wipe the taste of that blue Seeker’s lips from his. So she let his glossa slide in, caressing it hesitantly with her own. She felt his chained hands trapped against his abdominal armor as she pressed against him, rubbing her fingers gently against his back.

Those strange sensations flew through her again. A slight fluttering of her core, the increasing heat as her plasma engines increased in power, her bleeder vents opening to allow more intake. Was this was pleasure was? She asked herself. Was this what attraction was? She just didn’t know. But she liked the strange sensation. Becoming bolder, she moved to straddle him, but stopped as he tensed suddenly.

Realizing that she’d accidentally brushed his exposed bonding circuits with her knee. She blushed in embarrassment. But yet, he wouldn’t release her lips. Not wanting to cause him any pain, she reached down with a hand and deftly closed and latched his codpiece, protecting his raw circuits from further damage. She noticed that he trembled when her fingers brushed those circuits as she latched his armor. Was he afraid she’d hurt him? Surely he should know that she wouldn’t? She let her fingers curl around his as she moved to straddle him, wanting to feel his warm armor against her cool carbide skin…

Red felt her shift to straddle him. He tensed because he was bared to her right now, was she going to bond with him? Was he ready to bond with a ghost? He trembled in fear even as he kissed her, for he knew that only a ghost would find him worth bonding with now. No Autobot would, for he was broken and unclean. She backed off briefly, moving a hand down his armor, toward his bonding circuits. Was she going to probe him first? Realize just how unclean he now was? But instead, she gently latched his protective armor. Then her cool fingers curled around his as she straddled him and pressed tighter against him.

He relaxed, beginning to enjoy the strange sensation of exploring a ghost’s sweet mouth with his glossa. She pressed tighter to him, almost seeming to shudder slightly. Her glossa seemed to get bolder as they continued to kiss.

Finally, she pulled gently away. He could sense her optics studying him. But he kept his deactivated, for he wanted to feel like he was pressed against a living femme, not some invisible spirit force. Hesitantly, he lifted his bound hands, touching the smooth, strangely cool armor of the ghost’s abdomen. He felt her tremble slightly. Knowing that a living mech’s touch made the ghost feel ‘creepy’, he just lightly rubbed his fingers, waiting for her to tell him to stop or to pull away.

But she didn’t, she was allowing him to see what she looked like with his hands. Getting bolder, he spread his fingers, putting the flat of his palms against her fuselage. Slowly he ran his hands along her torso, feeling her cockpit canopy, her intakes on her shoulders, those wings which must’ve been so beautiful when she had been functioning. He could feel her shuddering at his touch, but she didn’t pull away, didn’t tell him to stop.. Now he was touching her helm, her cool smooth armor under his fingertips. Hesitantly, he moved to touch her cheek; tracing her invisible jawline, her sweet lips, and her wide optical lenses with the tips of his fingers. As he felt her structures, he developed a three-D mental image of what she looked like in his meta. Even without knowing what her color scheme had been, he could tell that she’d once been a very pretty femme. Sadness filled him that such a beauty had been so needlessly slaughtered…

Pulling his hands away, he bowed his head in shame. He was now too corrupted by the Seekers for such a femme to touch him, regardless of the fact that she was just a ghost. Just an off-lined spirit who had never truly lived.. “Th.. thanks.. for letting me know what you look like,” he stammered. How could he take her lips again, knowing that he would just soil her purity.

SunSpot had forced herself to stay still and accept his touch. She had to get over her shyness, and Primus had sent her to this mech to do that. Red Alert simply wanted to know what she structurally looked liked, that’s all. Then he’d have some kind of mental image to refer to when he talked to the invisible ‘ghost’. His touch was so gentle, so hesitant. Waves of electricity almost seemed to flow from his fingertips as he moved them over her carbide skin.

When he stopped and pulled his hands away, SunSpot was a little shocked. And then to hear him stammer, as if he was apologizing, just blew her meta. But then she remembered some things her grandmother had told her about the atrocities of war and their effects on the mechs involved. Rape and molestation made the victim feel dirty, feel corrupted. And Red Alert had suffered these atrocities for a long time now. Was this how he was feeling? But he wasn’t dirty, he was brave for enduring. She couldn’t have. She wanted him to know this.. He was her friend wasn’t he? Biting her lip and forcing her shyness down, she knew she had to somehow be bold. Somehow let him know without question that she didn’t find him corrupted.. That she found him brave.. That she wanted his touch..

Her unseen optics widened briefly at those last thoughts. She did want his touch.. Wanted his – lips.. On hers… A blush darkened her invisible features. She’d never longed for a mech’s kiss before.. But she’d never felt those sensations that his kiss caused to go racing through her. Was this lust? Passion? Was she being selfish in wanting more? But he’d been the one to seek out her lips this time.. He’d been the one desperate for the contact.. It wasn’t until he’d touched her.. Created a 3-D image in his meta of her chassis – that he’d backed off.

She thought back to things her grandmother had made comments about. Their optics locked, Raptor’s filled with sadness as she scanned SunSpot’s air frame. “You are a beautiful Seeker SunSpot – both physically and in your very spark,” the older femme sighed as she wrapped her arms protectively around her. “One day you’ll overcome your shyness… One day you’ll have mechs lined up down the road asking for a date,” she promised. SunSpot pondered it. She’d been crying that she’d never date.. When her grandmother had said that.. Now, looking at Red Alert’s shame-filled face, she realized that it was because he now must perceive her as ‘too pretty’ for his ‘dirty hands’ to touch.

Her lip trembled at that realization. If he only knew what a pathetic Seeker she was. How she couldn’t complete her training.. How she was a true failure in everything but hacking.. But spying.. Back home, worth was not counted by what you looked like – but how you performed. That’s why she felt better when she was cloaked. She didn’t feel those daggers of glances, of looks. Of mechs thinking how she was nothing.. She was a waste of a good air frame. In a sense she truly understood Red Alert. For the only touch that she deserved was that of a broken mech.. A slave.. A mech no one else would want to touch – to love – again. Even then, Red Alert was so much better than her.. He was brave.. He was valued by his comrades.. SunSpot wanted to kiss the brave mech. Tell him everything would be alright. Maybe have some of his strength flow into her..

Red Alert felt her fingers under his chin, her soft caress as she wiped away the single tear of his shame. “You are the bravest mech I’ve ever seen Red. I would be honored if you’d teach me how to kiss…” And with those softly whispered words, her lips pressed his again.. He wasn’t dirty.. He was brave..

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The ghost’s press disappeared as the door to his cell slid open. Activating his optics, Red Alert looked up in trepidation at the Seeker striding in. “So you’re truly broken, Red? Really…” Starscream taunted as he roughly grabbed the mech’s shoulder and jerked him to his feet. Wrapping his fingers around the chain, the red Seeker dragged the reluctant captive down the corridor.

Stumbling after his captor, Red Alert grunted in pain as Starscream jerked on the chain a few times, causing it to bite deeper into the sensitive wiring of his wrists. The Seeker merely cackled as he heard the mech’s pain and would then jerk all the harder. Biting down on his lower lip, the Autobot lowered his optics and simply vowed to endure.

The door to the elevator slid open, and Starscream kicked Red Alert roughly as the mech stumbled in after him. Barely staying on his feet, Red Alert slammed into the back wall of the small space. He kept his mouth tightly shut, his terrified optics scanning around him, anxiety coursing through him as he wondered what the next type of torture would be. Starscream just stood there and watched him, a sadistic smirk on his face.

After a few levels, the elevator stopped and the door opened. Red Alert’s optics opened in shock as he stumbled out after the Seeker. They were on the bridge of the ship, the four cons on duty turned around at their entrance.

“So what’s this all about Starscream?” Hook asked suspiciously. The red Seeker never did anything without an ulterior motive, and to bring the captive up on the bridge was highly unusual.

Starscream pushed Red Alert forward. “Stand right there, slave,” he ordered. Walking around Red Alert, he ran his hand seductively over his armor. “I’m glad you asked, Hook. You all have done such a good job on this mundane patrol; I’ve got a little reward for you. Since we’ve just broken in our new slave, I think it’s time to share.”

Red Alert trembled in fear as he looked at the four powerful Constructicons who were now scanning his chassis with interest. He couldn’t help the tears that welled up in his optics, running down his face. But he didn’t utter a word. It was pointless to fight, pointless to ask for mercy.

Moving away from his console, Scrapper came over and ran his hands over the trembling Autobot’s shoulder armor. “So you really think he’s broken do you? I’ve heard that one before,” he snorted derisively at the red Seeker.

Starscream grinned, “Unlatch your codpiece slave,” he ordered.

Sniffing back his sobs, the Autobot unlatched his codpiece, exposing himself to the Constructicons. He didn’t want to do this.. This public exhibition of his weakness and shame.. It was bad enough to have the three Seekers using him for these last few orbit cycles, but now he was going to have to endure being ‘shared’ with the Constructicons… But if he fought this, it’d happen anyways.. They’d just get more pleasure out of beating him first. He didn’t have long before the Guardian came.. He had to endure..

“Hmmm, perhaps Starscream’s right for once?” Hook insulted. He and the red Seeker locked glares briefly.

Starscream snickered, as he tossed the chain to Long Haul. “Enjoy him to the end of your shift, but leave enough left for us,” he said as he walked out.

“This shall be highly entertaining, wouldn’t you say Scrapper?” Hook said as he grabbed the trembling mech’s chin and forced the terrified blue optics to his. Bending down, he took Red Alert’s lips, his glossa taking over as the Autobot forced himself to accept it.

Scrapper walked behind the mech. “Yes, it’s always a pleasure to share a slave,” he walked over to his console chair and sat down, unlatching his codpiece. “When you’re done with his lips, send him over here,” he ordered. As the group’s leader, he got to enjoy the slave first.

Red Alert trembled in horror. Nausea filling him as Hook’s glossa continued to explore his mouth. They were going to force him to go from con to con, and allow each one to bond with him. His bonding circuits were already raw from the Seekers daily attentions; that was three force bondings a day cycle. Now he was expected to do four back-to-back, and then whoever was on the next shift as well? He groaned, knowing he had no choice. It’d be far worse if he tried to struggle, far more painful..

Hook let loose of his lips and roughly pushed him towards Scrapper. He didn’t mind letting his commander warm up the slave first, for that way, if the slave wasn’t truly ‘broken in’ as the Seeker claimed, then Scrapper would have to deal with his struggle first.

Tears of denial streamed down his cheeks, but Red Alert stumbled towards Scrapper, dreading it with every step….. Hoping this ordeal would be over swiftly..
Stopping in front of the green mech, he kept his optics glued to the ground as he waited for his orders.

“Turn around,” Scrapper ordered. He smirked as the trembling mech turned around. “Bend over,” he ordered. He nodded in satisfaction as the mech bent over, exposing his bared aft circuitry to him. Sliding his fingers into the whimpering Autobot, Scrapper tugged on his bonding cables, enjoying the mech’s weak cry of pain. “It does appear that he has been broken properly,” he joked with Hook as his fingers continued to stroke the terrified mech’s bonding circuits.

“Hmmm, we’ll see.. Do you want to do our standard?” Hook asked him, cocking his helm in curiosity.

Scrapper twisted his fingers slightly, causing Red Alert to gasp in pain. But still the slave did not move to evade his molesting touch. He did appear to have been broken and ‘willing’ to do a Decepticon’s bidding. “Yes, let’s do that, I so enjoy their screams,” he replied.

Red Alert’s tears flowed more freely as he stood bent over, allowing the con to freely molest him. He didn’t know what this ‘standard’ was, but obviously it would be excruciating for him. He just hoped it’d be fast. Whimpering, he clenched his fists, willing himself to endure..

“Stand up,” Scrapper ordered as he removed his fingers from the mech’s aft. Grabbing the shivering mech, he lifted him into his lap, forcing him to spread his legs wide as he locked his victim’s calves behind his. Biting into the slave’s back, he let his bonding circuits probe deep inside the mech’s aft. Wrapping his arms around the trembling slave, he forced him to lean back into him. His finger’s slipping under Red’s chest armor, pulling on sensitive wiring, causing waves of pain to roll through him. But he didn’t release his energy into the mech, not yet..

Hook strolled up to them, Red Alert’s terrified blue optics looking up at him as he was forced to expose the bared circuits of his groin to him, even as Scrapper was thrust into his aft bonding circuits. With a smirk on his face, Hook thrust his fingers into Red Alert’s bonding circuits, twisting them with one hand even as he unlatched his own codpiece with the other.

Red Alert screamed in agony as he twisted, the bolts of hot pain shooting through him. And then, Hook’s hips were pressed into his, the second set of con bonding cables, probing up and linking. “So, do you want it Autobot?” Hook asked sadistically.

Not knowing if he could handle the agony of two con sparks at once, Red Alert whimpered and shook his head. “Please.. just one at a time… please..” he begged. But he was trapped between the two powerful mechs and there was no hope to escape.

“Hmmm, must be new to this,” Hook said with a grin. Winking at Scrapper, he nodded his readiness.

Red Alert’s agonized scream could be heard across two levels of the ship. The searing intensity of the two cons sparks combined in a blistering wave of total agony of such intensity that he almost blacked out. His bonding circuits overheated, melting what remained of their insulation, the energon slowly dripping from his torn bearings. But the two cons weren’t done with his torment, they sent wave after wave of combined energy shooting into the writhing Autobot. His blood-curdling wails of agony escalated until his vocal processor overheated and shut down.

Finally, with one last powerful burst of raw energy, the two cons were done. Pulling out their bonding cables, they chuckled as the mech collapsed on the floor. His gasps and sobs were pure music to their audios.

Hook prodded him with his foot and looked at the other two Constructicons. “Just give him ten astrominutes to cool down and he’ll be ready for more…” he informed them…
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