Drifting somewhere between sleep and awake, the Medic groaned. His helm ached. His body ached. Everything ached. All he could feel was the pain.

And confusion.

Where was he? And how did he get here? The last thing he remembered was snuggling in a blanket. He had felt cozy. He had felt warm. He had felt full. And most of all, he felt content.

Why?

He wasn't so sure. At least, not at first. He vaguely remembered sharing that warm and cozy berth with some mech. Some mech that was surprisingly gentle when no one thought it possible-not even himself. The thought of that mech brought a warm and fuzzy feeling deep within his spark that was almost enough to dull the pain. Almost.

Did he get full on high grade? Did he over indulge on the intoxicating grade?

No, what he felt wasn't the aftermath of drinking too much. No hangover felt this bad.

Lights flickered in his helm as his systems worked to reboot itself. Slowly, the fog began to lift from his mind. The mech he had spent the night with was none other than Thundercracker. And now, here he was in pain.

After all the trust he willingly gave the winged mech, this is what it resulted in? Thundercracker took his time to lavish his affection onto him, to make him feel good, only to cause pain in the end? Any sensible Autobot would have thought that. But somehow, Ratchet doubted it.

Plus, he vaguely remembered being torn from the arms of the blue seeker while a look of absolute horror shown on his face.

With a grumble, Ratchet's optics flickered online. At first, the light was blinding and caused his helm to ache even more. But curiosity won and despite the pain, the medic looked up and around the room. From what he could see in front of him, it was empty save for a chair, but he was in a cell. A delightful aroma filled the room, but he could not see what caused the scent. From the ache in his arms which were strung above his head, he had been left to hang in the cell for a while. As well as the fact that his belly lets out a growl.

Great. That's just what he needed. He felt his cheeks flush as he was consumed by shame and embarrassment. His joy of stuffing himself silly is what apparently got himself into this mess. Maybe he was wrong about giving into his stupid desires- both with overindulging himself and spending the night again with Thundercracker. Pit, even the first time should be considered a mistake.

The medic let out a pained sigh as he tried to readjust himself. Standing up straight alleviated the pressure had it not been for his older more worn out body crying in pain as he was forced to stand with limited mobility for a while.

Ratchet closed his optics and grumbled. "Primus help me..."

"Oh, I don't think he could help you now," A shrill voice called out.

Even before he turned his optics, he knew who that voice belonged to. Of all the Decepticon's that could have been holding him hostage, it just had to be him. Just had to be the one that would most likely be the one who was pissed at him. And he was right: not even Primus could help him now.

"Starscream," Ratchet spoke dryly as he onlined his optics again and was shocked to see that it wasn't just himself that was bound and caught by the viscous second in command. Thundercracker was grasped harshly by his wings and a gag placed in his mouth. The blue mech was kicked into the cell and landed on the floor with a muffled 'oof'.

"We meet again," the Seeker all but spat as he reached down and drug his trine mate further in the cell. "And I see you managed to take Thundercracker down with you..." By the sneer Starscream wore on his face, it was evident he did not approve of them sharing a berth- but then again, neither would any of the Autobots.

"What do you want Starscream?" Ratchet hoarsely asked. He tried to feel sorry that the blue mech was picked up and slammed in the chair, but right now, the medic didn't know if his recent fling had anything to do with this. All he could do was watch the restraints slap around the wrists and ankle's of the blue seeker and hope that some higher being would intervene. And considering he didn't believe, he knew it was a slim chance.

The sight of his previous night's lover getting punched right in the face caused Ratchet to not only flinch but his tanks to churn. And upon catching the look of horror on Thundercracker's face, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry despite earlier thoughts. He didn't know if he was getting soft or stupid. Maybe the answer was both.

Once all the restraints were fastened, Starscream gave a sly smile and walked toward the captive Autobot. "Well, look at what we have here," the Seeker muttered as he raked his eyes over the larger mech's body in disgust. "Looks like you can't leave my trine mate alone can you?"

Ratchet grimaced as a pair of servos roughly groped his belly. This was the last thing he wanted. Not only was it awkward, but having someone like him touch his stomach was revolting. Fingers harshly pinched at his flab and the grimace on the tri-colored Seeker's face showed disgust.

"You like that, don't you?" Starscream goaded and gave the belly a slap.

"Frag off!" Ratchet answered as he did his best to back up to free himself from being touched.

"Awww," Starscream cooed mockingly. "Do I not do it for you like Thundercracker does?" Starscream took a step further and grabbed chubby sides. "You don't possibly think he actually likes you, do you?"

Ratchet grumbled but caught the blue Seeker's gaze upon hearing a muffled grumble. His optics were wide as the restraints on the chair were tested. None of them budged.

"You know," Starscream spoke in his captive's audial, "There's something about TC that you just don't know." Blue hands were placed on red shoulder's as the Seeker smirked in front of the other's face. "At least, not completely. What do you say we find out?"

Starscream retreated somewhere behind him. Curiosity combined with fear ran through the medic. Just what was he talking about? Glancing at the blue flier in hopes of an answer, all Ratchet received was glossy, wide optics staring back at him. Looks like Thundercracker wasn't enjoying this either.

"Don't be ungrateful," Starscream spoke behind him as he rustled through something. "Your dear TC spent all morning making these for you. You should at least be thankful." The tri-colored Seeker returned with a plate full of cinnamon buns topped with thick, white icing. "I hear you have quite a sweet tooth..." One was lifted up and offered to him, but the medic turned away. "Come on, donchya wanna taste?"

The treat was pressed to his lips, but Ratchet refused to open them. He would not allow Starscream to feed him; he was already embarrassed enough.

"Open up," Starscream barked, and his brows furrowed upon his captive not listening. "Very well."

A sharp pain took to the medic's foot. Starscream stomped his pede down as hard as he could causing the medic to shout out in pain. The cry was muffled by the cinnamon bun being shoved in. No matter how much he squirmed, Ratchet had no choice but to accept the offering. He couldn't even spit it out for a blue servo covered his mouth.

"There, There," Starscream teased. "Wasn't so hard was it?" A hand rubbed onto the chubby belly. "You'll find it much easier if you just obey. Afterall, you had no qualms about TC feeding you."

Ratchet swallowed. "You're an a-"

Anther large bite of the snack was shoved in. "You need to learn your manners. Afterall, I am giving you what you want, hmmm?"

Once the mouthful of the ever so sweat cinnamon roll was swallowed, Ratchet licked his lips clean and spoke. "What is it you want from me?"

"I just want to fill you up," Starscream spoke in the most obnoxiously fake smooth voice as one hand pinched at his belly. "Isn't this what you want?"

"Not from you," Ratchet spat.

"Well, don't you know how to hurt a mech's feelings," Starscream teased with an insincere pout. "Do it for Thundercracker then..."

Looking pasted the smaller Seeker, Ratchet saw Thundercracker staring at him with wide optics. Something just didn't sit right with him. Were his eyes wide with terror from what was happening? Or did he enjoy what he was seeing? It wasn't like Starscream would allow him to ask, nor would the blue mech answer with being gagged. Another pede was stomped on to insert the rest of the baked treat into his mouth.

"There's a good bot," Starscream crooned as he licked the icing off his fingers. "You're doing so well."

Ratchet didn't know what bothered him more, the fact that he was stuck with Starscream feeding him or the fact that the Seeker was so fake with it. It was evident from the quirk of his lips that he was disgusted with feeding him. Even with his servo's running over his soft and squishy belly, the feeling of disgust was present. However, every time he denied the food entrance into his mouth, pain was inflicted. His feet would either get stomped, his shins kicked, or his belly harshly punched. It only took finishing off the cinnamon buns for Ratchet to admit defeat. It was much easier to just eat whatever the snarky Seeker wished to feed him.

"You seemed to have liked liked them, hmm?" Starscream goaded as he held up the empty plate-save for extra icing smeared over it. "Would you like to lick the plate?"

"Get the f-"

"I think you do," Starscream spat and held the plate to the medic's face. "Lick it clean."

What choice did he really have now that the winged mech was shoving the plate in his face? With a sigh of defeat, Ratchet lapped at the extra icing. Just hen he thought things couldn't get any more embarrassing, they did. Primus, why the heck did he like sweets so much? If this weren't motivation to lose weight and watch what he ate, nothing would be.