Prompt 51 of the 100 Sexual Themes Challenge - Rape
Warnings: It's PWP, contains non-con below, and is sticky.
Sunstreaker glared at him. It was a terrible choice, one that no one should have had to make – between his brother and his lover, and Vortex knew this, much to his delight. He grinned at the yellow warrior and the medic, although they could not see it, waiting for a response. None came.
"So, Sunstreaker, what's your choice? I don't mind either way." Vortex leered at the handsome mech, appreciating the fine form of the immobile yellow mech chained up against the wall.
"Your brother…" Vortex trailed off as he stalked over to the red mech lying prone on the floor, injured during the last battle. The mech was barely conscious, and his chassis was a mess. Vortex crouched down, dragging a finger across the exposed circuitry. The mech shifted, moaning in pain, and Vortex began a mental countdown, waiting for one of the Bots to snap. Five, four, three, two, one…
"No, don't!" The medic cried out. Vortex smirked to himself. Bingo. He rose, swiftly crossing the cell to the corner where Ratchet was chained.
"Or your mate?" Vortex trailed a finger across the medic's mouth, relishing the slight shudder running through the Autobot. The other mech started insulting him from across the cell.
"Let go of him, you fragger. If you've enough bearings you would release him and fight me, you slagging glitch." The warrior called out. Vortex was well aware of the Autobot's past history in the gladiatorial rings of Kaon, and was not stupid enough to respond to his taunts. Instead, he knew of a much better way of getting to the mech. His mask clicked open.
"Sunny, don – mmmf," Ratchet was cut off as the 'copter roughly grabbed the back of his helm, forcing him into a harsh kiss. He stubbornly tried to keep his mouth closed, but a finger digging into the sensitive wires in his chassis had him gasping out in pain. Vortex took advantage of this immediately, glossa entering the medic's mouth, tasting him.
Vortex's spike twitched as Ratchet struggled in his grip, making a mental note to record the entire proceeding. He was sure Swindle would appreciate the credits this recording would undoubtedly fetch from the other Cons that shared his… inclinations in interfacing.
He had to admit this was one of Megatron's better ideas, first conceived when they found out the Autobot twin warriors had gotten involved with their chief medic. The Decepticon leader had given the three of them to the interrogator to play with them for a little while after they had been captured in a battle, certain that a stint with the Combaticon would be extremely effective in damaging the trio physically and emotionally.
Well, Vortex certainly wasn't going to let Megatron down.
Sunstreaker could not do this. He loved them both dearly, but…
Glancing at Sideswipe, who was close to deactivation, he made up his mind. Sideswipe would not survive the torture Vortex would inflict on him.
"Don't touch Sideswipe…" He whispered, spark breaking.
Ratchet clenched his denta as a finger probed the entrance to his valve. He squirmed from the uncomfortable intrusion. Vortex, kneeling between Ratchet's legs, seemed not to care about his discomfort, thrusting two fingers deep and hard into the medic, until the mech's lubricating system kicked in.
But Ratchet knew he had to endure this, for Sideswipe, for Sunstreaker.
"Ooh look at this, Autoscum, it seems like your little medic's wet." Vortex purred, enjoying this entirely too much. He moaned as he pulled out his fingers out of Ratchet, making a show of licking the pink stains from them for the benefit of Sunstreaker. "Mmm… the little slut tastes good too."
Ratchet turned his helm away from Sunstreaker, humiliated. He couldn't face his lover now that he knew that Ratchet was responding to the 'copter's unwelcome ministrations.
"Last chance to change your mind, Autobot," Vortex grinned and crawled on top of Ratchet, rubbing his spike against the entrance of the medic's valve, making sure the yellow mech could see every little movement he made.
"Take me instead, please!" Sunstreaker, struggling against his restrains, howled. "Just let him go"
It was almost amusing to see the two mechs beg him to take them instead of the other. Ah, the perils of love.
"I don't remember including you in the equation, but since you're begging so sweetly, Brawl can have you after this."
"It's alright, Sunny, it's alright," gasped Ratchet, struggling to keep his voice even as Vortex pressed the head of his spike in, stretching him slowly.
"No, wait –" Sunstreaker began, but was cut off.
"Oops, sorry, time's up!" Vortex gleefully announced, not sounding sorry at all.
Leaning down towards the white mech's helm, he growled in his audios, "Remember, medic. This is entirely Sunstreaker's fault. I gave him a choice, but it turns out he loves his brother more than you." With that, Vortex thrust forward in one stroke, burying him deep within Ratchet.
Ratchet cried out as Vortex's large length impaled him, stretching him to the point of pain. He pounded his arms futilely against the copter's chest plates, trying to do anything that would stop the hurt. Above him, Vortex had his optics shuttered from the sensation of being buried within a slick, hot valve, pausing in his thrusts for a moment to cackle at the look of dismay that twisted the handsome Lamborghini's face.
"The slut's tight. Between your brother and you, I'd have figured he would be looser than this, Sunny." Vortex taunted, before picking up a brutal pace, slamming into the keening medic.
Sunstreaker's engine rumbled in anger, and he hated himself for not being able to do more for either of his loved ones – Sideswipe was still a motionless pile of metal on the other side of the cell, and Ratchet... He looked away, unable to watch the Decepticon pounding into Ratchet.
Vortex shuddered as he overloaded, spilling his load deep within Ratchet. He looked down at the dazed medic, mouth agape, optics flickering white. The Autobot had ceased any form of resistance midway through the interface, which, really, took half the fun out of the entire experience. At least Sunstreaker did not pause in the creative insults he was hurtling at Vortex.
He rested on top of the unresisting Autobot for a moment, before pulling out. The medic was a sight, lying there, legs sprawled apart, and transfluid leaking from his exposed valve. Reaching down, Vortex gathered some of the fluid, pausing on his way out to smear it all over Sunstreaker's faceplates.
The warrior tried to bite him, and Vortex withdrew his fingers."Oh, snappy," he commented jovially, a large smirk still on his face. "If you guys are lucky, I may have even sparked him. Isn't that great?"
A growl answered him. Sunstreaker's systems were running too hot from the strain of the situation, and Vortex even detected a little glint of madness in those optics glaring at him. The Autobots would not be able to call upon those three to fight for quite some time.
Mission accomplished then.
Vortex's mask snapped close, hiding his grin, as he walked out of the cell. He paused at the entrance, calling over his shoulder.
"And I didn't forget your generous offer, Sunny, Brawl will be here to play next."