Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers…
Odd Circumstances
Longhaul knew this was a bad idea. Why didn't his brothers ever listen to him? He had a processor just like they did and yet there were times that they acted as if all he was good for was for transporting materials and doing what no one else wanted.
The Constructicons were running low on credits.
They claimed it was for the best.
The needs of the few were outweighed by the needs of the many.
As usual, he was the few and they were the many.
Longhaul couldn't believe this plan was actually working. After all, who would be interested in being a participant?
He sagged once he got a good look at the bot on base that was more than willing to be involved with the Constructicon's scheme. "Why is it always me?"
Vortex leaned back in his chair, motioning to him and only him. "Come here little dump truck. I paid, so come here and sit on my lap."
Scrapper checked to make sure the credit transfer went through before the rest of the Constructicons locked the door and left Longhaul in the hands of Vortex. No one else was in the room. Just Longhaul and… Vortex.
Longhaul knew, deep in his spark, they cared about him. They weren't going to let anything too bad happen to him, and if such things did happen, Hook would repair him and the rest would get revenge.
Vortex was watching him expectantly. If his face wasn't covered, he probably would have been pretty smug about the entire matter.
Longhaul wondered exactly how much Vortex had paid for this. Alone time with a Constructicon for a set amount of time, mainly depending on the amount of credits and how sweet the deal had to be made after bartering for who knows how long.
Longhaul had been assured that he wouldn't have to interface with the mech or anything of the sort, but he still wondered what Vortex had in mind. Vortex was a crazy bugger that probably wouldn't listen to the established rules set by Hook prior to paying anyway.
Longhaul did as he was told while Vortex, pleased that Longhaul was in his lap, wrapped his arms around the dump truck and buried his face in the Constructicon's plating. A small, content rumble came from Vortex as he cuddled with the confused Constructicon.
Time seemed to pass quickly and Vortex did nothing else with the exception of occasionally tightening or loosening of his hold.
It didn't seem like long when his brothers showed back up, working the lock on the door. Vortex reluctantly let go and Longhaul was back on his own two peds before his brothers managed to get inside.
Longhaul had no idea that Vortex could be cuddly. Maybe it was because the Combaticons as a whole weren't very supportive of such things. Perhaps Vortex just needed someone to hug.
In private of course.
It was oddly endearing. With a sheepish wave goodbye, Longhaul rejoined his brothers, wondering if Vortex was always like this when he wasn't around others or if Hook should take a good look at the helicopter's processor again.