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Finding the Good Within	By : Scienceteacher Category: Transformers > G1 > Crossovers Views: 3165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Emotionless Existence

“So are you done with your pathetic bawling?” Hunter asked him as he entered the bridge. Her tone was harsh as she insulted the mech for his show of emotional weakness. She looked up from the pilot console, her swirling optics studying the mech.

Mirage looked down in shame. He should’ve known she’d sneak in and witness his weakness.. His shame.. She’d probably stood there unseen for astrohours. He was weak, she knew it - he knew it. He couldn’t bear to speak, so he merely nodded.

Suddenly, he found himself sailing through the air. With a metallic clang, he crashed hard against the bulkhead. She teleported in front of him, and before he could even sink to the ground, she began beating him mercilessly. Putting his hands over his face in order to protect his fragile optics from her punches, he staggered against the bulkhead. Not even trying to fight back, he took the punishment for his show of weakness.

His meta began to swoon with the pain. Energon coating his armor as multiple torn peripherals began to leak. He felt himself getting weaker as his energon flowed freely. The bulkhead behind him became splattered, the floor became slick with the widening puddle. But yet she continued to beat him. Berating him for his emotional weakness… Accusing him and all Autobots of being too weak to do Primus’s bidding..

He sank to the ground. The damage to his systems overwhelming him… She continued to kick him a few more times, and then blessedly she stopped. He heard her walk back to the pilot console, mumbling curses about being thrust into a dimension of weak mechs. The bitterness in her voice obvious to anyone with audios… He lay there unmoving as he watched her sit down. He didn’t dare move. Didn’t dare show further weakness by even allowing himself to groan… Though the very act of air flowing into his intakes caused agony to shoot through him… He listened to her as she continued to rant about the pathetic lot of her life. Of her forced existence in this pathetic dimension.. Of how she prayed that Primus’s brother wouldn’t show up until her sparklings were of age. For she couldn’t expect the pathetic mechs around her to be of any help..

True, she was arrogant, harsh and cold – but she was here to protect his dimension wasn’t she? Mirage thought as he bit his lip to hold back a groan as he shifted so that he wasn’t so tightly curled in a ball. Just like all the rest of the mech’s in his dimension, he was weak.. He was emotional.. Until he learned to be strong he obviously wouldn’t be much help to her in facing his God’s evil brother. Shame filled him. Shame for being an emotional Autobot.. Why had Primus allowed Vector Sigma to program them to be this way?

But he had to learn to be strong, or Hunter would give up on the idea of using Autobots for her sires… Those tormented sparks living in squalor as slave-whores would have no hope of escape other than death then.. The Guardians would become a faction of truly sparkless and compassionate less mechs if they were both sired and raised by Decepticons. He couldn’t let that happen. Hunter had some gentleness in her, he had seen it on rare occasions.. She was just bitter.. That’s all.. Perhaps if he learned to be strong, he’d break through that harsh exterior one day cycle..

Hunter’s audios picked up the sound of his movement. She turned her head and studied him. Her optics swirling half-amber, half-crimson; her expression unreadable.. She seemed to consider the beaten mech for a few astroseconds, as if debating on what action to take. A look of decision washed over her façade, removed as a look that could conceivably be called ‘concern’ replaced it. She didn’t feel like wandering the Galaxy and raising her sparklings alone. The pathetic mech still had some value to her; even though he was so emotionally weak she periodically wanted to smash his face in rage. The energon puddle beneath him was widening, indicating she’d done more damage than she’d intended to. With a sigh of disgust, she knew she needed to check on him. Make sure he wasn’t close to off-lining. Standing up she strode over to him.

Mirage tensed as her optics fell on him. He hoped he hadn’t enraged her again by moving. He couldn’t handle any more beating, his damage was already too extensive. He tensed as she stood up and walked over to him. Half-expecting her to start stomping on him again.

She knelt and forcing Mirage to uncurl himself and lie flat on his back she began to examine his damage. It was much more extensive than she had anticipated. “Sloggers, you mechs can’t even handle a beating,” she griped as she picked him up. A trail of dripped energon followed her as she carried the mech to the repair bay and laid him on one of the exam tables. She noted that he refused to even allow himself to groan as she moved him. Cocking her head curiously, she looked at his battered face. Was he actually learning to be stronger? To handle pain without fear..

After she stopped the further leakage of energon from his torn peripheral lines, she helped him raise his head enough for her to trickle energon down his throat. Forcing her tone to be gentle “You know I don’t want to be like this,” she told him, “but to do Primus’s will, you must be strong, you cannot feel fear, regret or pain.”

His blue optics met hers as he drank. They brightened slightly at the gentleness of her tone, the warm honey of her optics. As he finished the cube and she pulled it from his lips, he scanned her face, a hopefulness returning to his. “I don’t want to be like this. I’m sorry I broke down.. I’m sorry I showed weakness..” he replied. He didn’t want to be pathetic and weak. He wanted to be strong.. Strong enough to face what Primus wanted him too. Perhaps this was all Primus’s plan… To make him as strong as her… To let him save other slaves as long as he followed Primus’s will.

She actually smiled. Not her normal arrogant smirk, but what seemed to be a true smile. The mech was changing in the way she demanded. He would soon be a decent partner. Devoid of all the senseless Autobot weakness of emotions… She gently wiped the energon from his busted lip, her optics remaining the honey amber of calmness. “Do not show this weakness again, or I’ll be forced to give you another ‘lesson’,” she warned him.

Mirage looked up at her, his optics bright. “I won’t, I promise,” he told her. He was thrilled as her soft lips pressed against his. Her glossa dancing as one with his… He’d never show the weakness of emotion again.. He promised himself.. Never..

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“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you,” Hunter purred to Onslaught as she counted the stack of credits he just handed to her.

The imposing Combaticon smirked as he nodded to the Seeker. Handing off the canister to Vortex, he nodded to his subordinate to take it to Hook. As the copter left them, Onslaught returned his gaze to the Hunter, enjoying the light glinting off her beautifully deadly wings. Her shorter cohort shifted, causing the con to shift his gaze to the mech. He thought he recognized the black and white mech as the slave she had purchased from Hook, but he couldn’t be certain. The mech looked similar, yet different; His blue optics as cold and harsh as Hunter’s - His face devoid of emotion.

Hunter had dismissively referred to the shorter mech as her ‘Shado’, so that’s what the Decepticons had started to call him. He had no insignias just like Hunter, so he too was some type of ‘mech for hire’. He never seemed to speak, as he stood slightly behind Hunter as she handled the business. But his optics were watchful, as if he was recording every detail of every action in his meta. If he had indeed been the slave once, Hunter had done a fine job in retraining him. Onslaught snickered, the mere idea of using a former Autobot to steal top secret Autobot research – was pure genius! If the mech was captured, then Hunter hadn’t put herself at risk, and he’d most likely not be off-lined for his treachery. Those Autobots were such suckers! If she had him as metawashed as Onslaught suspected, then the mech would simply wait to escape his ‘friends’ and return to her service again.

He looked ‘Shado’ over, wondering if Hunter was in the mood for some ‘fun’ this trip, and if they’d use the mech as they were accustomed to. It would show just how completely she had this mech in her control. Brazenly, Onslaught strode forward and took the femme’s lips. “We missed out on our fun last time, I’m ready to make that up,” he said as he pulled away from her.

Her strange optics swirled violently, her passion aroused by her periodic lover’s kiss. She saw him glance at Mirage, and knew he was one of the rare cons with enough intelligence to have put two-and-two together. He didn’t care that she had made the slave into a partner, he was just curious to see how far she’d retrained the mech. His conniving and strategic meta would more than appreciate the tactical superiority of using a former Autobot to infiltrate Autobot Bases in order to fulfill the Decepticon contracts that she accepted. Yes, it did not matter much if Onslaught figured out where she had obtained her ‘silent partner’ from. Smiling seductively, she nodded, “Your place or mine?” she asked.

Onslaught smirked; this was going to be a rather enjoyable shift after all. Nodding for her to follow, he headed towards his quarters. His optics caught her slight nod to ‘Shado’ to follow them. So they’d use the mech as was their normal routine, very good..

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‘Shado’ didn’t even groan as Onslaught released his pent up energy load into the mech. The searing fire of the Decepticon’s spark racing through his systems.. But he accepted this as his lot. For Hunter could not dare change her behavior towards the cons. If she did, she would no longer be welcomed. She would no longer have free access to their captives, their slave-whores. So for the sake of those he hoped to convince Hunter to purchase, Mirage took the brief agony of bonding with the powerful Combaticon commander. It was the price he had to pay for their sakes.

Onslaught slumped against the bent over mech as he enjoyed his release. The mech under his hands merely trembled in response to the agony of the Combaticon’s flaming energy release. Withdrawing his bonding cables from within the mech, Onslaught engaged Hunter in a passionate kiss. “Always a pleasure to see you,” he told her.

She smirked as she enjoyed the waves of pleasure that Mirage was causing with his glossa on her bonding circuits. “Mmmm, I would agree with that,” she purred to the big Combaticon.

Chuckling, he smacked ‘Shado’s’ naked aft circuits as he left his quarters. Now it was time for the mech to take her pent up energy, and then she would be gone on another mission. She’d leave his quarters in perfect order just as always. Yes, Onslaught did enjoy his ‘relationship’ with the bounty hunter.

Wincing at the pain that Onslaught caused with his slap, Mirage kept his cry silent. He gently pulled some of Hunter’s bonding circuits into his mouth, rolling them slightly with his glossa. He was happy that she’d only share him with the one con. He wouldn’t have to open himself to a multitude as he had once been forced to. He could endure the pain..

“Mirage, straddle me,” Hunter ordered as she arched her chassis in a pleasure response to what he was doing to her bonding array. Yes, he was learning to be a good mech, a strong mech whom didn’t react to pain; just as she had demanded of him… So perhaps she’d show him what true pleasure was? His ‘reward’ for being so ‘good’…

Stopping his pleasuring of her, Mirage slid up and straddled her hips. But instead of the anticipated invasion of her bonding circuits thrusting up into his, she grabbed his hips and forced him to move up. Ending up with him kneeling on her wings as his naked bonding circuits touched her face… “You’ve been very good ‘Shado’. I am pleased,” she purred. In total shock, he shuddered as he felt her glossa gently stroke his wires. Waves of pure pleasure raced through his nets as he curled his fingers around her intakes while he moaned in total ecstasy.

He felt her fingers dance inside him, gently forcing him to extend his bonding cables out. She took them in her mouth, her glossa dancing over them. Mirage wanted to melt into the pleasurable waves of stimulation.. To never pull his cables out.. This unexpected and erotic play so intense.. So stimulating.. His entire chassis moved in perfect synch with the slight movement of her head.. His cables going in-and-out just a little… Just enough to drive his meta wild with passion. He’d never had any mech do this to him. To tease him this intensely.. Slowly, she pulled her head back, his cables sliding ever so slowly out. Her glossa teasing as she released him.

She pushed his hips back towards hers, silently demanding that the gasping mech straddle her. Still feeling those intense waves of pleasure stimuli gyrating through his nets, he didn’t even wince in the anticipation of pain as he felt her bonding circuits go into him.. Linking with his overheated ports.. She’d been so incredible to him this time. Perhaps to make up for the brief pain that he suffered from Onslaught? Perhaps deep in her meta she was sorry he had to suffer it? She had said he’d been good. That he’d pleased her. Mirage’s optics shined brightly in pure joy, for perhaps he was finally breaking through her harshness.. Finally being a strong enough mech that she could count on.

“Bond with me,” she ordered him. Wrapping her arms around him, she brought him down to her. Taking his lips with hers even as he extended his bonding circuits into her.

Mirage trembled with excited anticipation as she ordered him to connect to her. She was going to allow him release.. Allow him total pleasure…Her foreplay had only been the beginning. As her glossa commanded his mouth, he felt the sweet release as he sent his pent up energy into her, just as he felt the electricity of her release flowing into him. Truly bonding, the two kept each other’s scream of pleasure silent as they kept their lips tightly locked together. His spark flowed freely into her. Melding with her strange spark… Tendrils of spark energy swirled like a tornado through both of their chassis.

Sagging against her as he expended all of his tension, Mirage enjoyed the sensation of her bonding circuits rubbing him slightly deep inside. She hadn’t retracted hers, so he kept his linked inside her as well. The pleasurable sensations were magnified as she began to slightly shift her hips back-and-forth, causing waves of renewed pleasure to rocket through them both. “Mmmm, that’s incredible,” Mirage murmured as he laid his head on one of her intakes. He didn’t move, not wanting her to end this continual pleasure. He wished she was always this way towards him.

Wrapping her arms around him, she ground her hips even tighter to his, forcing their circuits ever deeper inside them. Her spark pulsed in concert with his, caressing his. “I told you it wouldn’t be all pain with me, my Shado, my Mirage,” she said as she licked the side of his helm. Gently nibbling the side of his helm, she enjoyed the control she had over the mech’s trembles…. The control she had over his very life.. His very spark..
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