Written for tfanonkink. A spin-off of Mine/Yours. Same warnings apply; it is a little more explicit about the noncon, and has more medical themes.
Arduria
1
Harsh cold weather, icy winds, signs of destruction.
Nothing alive, and nothing valuable. Master would be angry. He came here in hopes of finding something useful, maybe a trail to follow. No sign of Mostructor. No sign of Lord Shockwave.
. There was nothing, nothing here.
Master's first punch landed on his face. The second shattered his left shoulder.
He fell on the solid ice, knowing what Master wanted. He spread his legs to facilitate what was certain to happen. When he cooperated, Master usually took out his anger on him without doing too much harm to his frame…
It hurt. Of course, it hurt, every thrust of Master's heated spike felt like fire burning through his entire lower body, but he didn't struggle. That would have only made the pain last longer.
When Master was done, he felt like his front and lower parts were aflame; meanwhile, his head and back were frozen solid.
"Stand up, you useless thing! UP, I say!"
He tried. He tried to stand up, but his broken and frozen frame would not obey. His crotch still hurt from the recent drastic entry, and his hips were slowly freezinginto a twisted, unnatural angle.
He screamed when Master kicked him twice on the same, long-ago ruptured tire.
But he really panicked only when Master turned around, and left him, legs still spread wide, alone in the snow.
2
Two silvery figures were moving with grace among the white dunes. Clearly, both were at home on the forsaken icy surface. A casual onlooker would have mistaken their perfectly kept white and chrome armor for shimmer of the fresh snow.
They moved in sync, but they let out no detectable comm. signal. If one were given the opportunity to observe them for long enough, their bond would have been just as obvious as their countless differences.
Two pairs of ice-blue optics were focused on the lone dark figure as the Decepticon struggled through the deep snow back to his ship. Two mouths quirked into devious smiles as he found the vessel robbed of fuel and several parts. One glossa was mockingly displayed to him, although his glowing red visor didn't seem to pick up the irreverent gesture.
"Going somewhere, oh glorious victor?" one of the shining chrome robots asked. He posed so that his well-shaped frame's curves were unmistakable in the brightness.
The bulky Decepticon pointed his gun at the unexpected speaker whom he hadn't even noticed before. "Out of my way!" he bellowed. "I have no business with you, puny shareware neutrals!"
The duo burst out in laughing.
"Neutrals!"
"He called us neutrals!"
"The glorious and brave one!"
"So strong and invincible!"
"A true observer!"
The bulky gray-black Decepticon fired a shot at the closer mech. The tiny drop of energon was swallowed by Arduria's energy-thirsty atmosphere before it could do even the smallest harm to the chrome-armored mech.
"One more shot?" he asked cheekily. "Or are you willing to bargain with us?"
The 'Con looked puzzled only for a moment, and then, with an ancient Decepticon battle cry, he charged at the disrespectful mech. And fell neck-deep into a snow-covered pit. He could feel water melting around his frame, seeping into his joints, cooling his frame down.
The two good-looking mech-demons kept laughing at him, louder than before.
"Do you have anything to offer in exchange for your life, oh strong and undefeated one?"
He wasn't sure if this was the one who had spoken before. The spark signature felt different. Meanwhile, the other mech calmly walked up to him, knelt down at the rim of the snow pit, and picked up the 'Con's dropped gun.
"Nothing! Leave me alone!" he shouted.
"Oh! With pleasure," the one with his stolen gun replied.
The duo exchanged meaningful looks, then turned their backs.
Freezing and trapped in the snow, the Decepticon helplessly watched as they turned to his own ship again, and dragged the primary navigation engine away, behind a snow-dune. Next time, it was the secondary positioning thrusters the chrome mechs removed, rendering the ship non-maneuverable. With the main engines still there, the vessel would have been able to take off, but it would have needed help to take the desired direction.
The two beautiful mechs, still unbothered by the cursing 'Con, detached the fuel reserves. They wrapped them into an organic-looking material before dragging both barrels out into the cold.
"Still didn't come to your senses?" one asked.
"Not like he has anything to offer," the other silver mech giggled. "We will come back for his frame tomorrow. The memories will be interesting."
"You! Are you pirates? Space pirates? I have pirate friends! I have great… I served throughout the entire war against the Autobots! I'm a hero! You can't just dismantle my ship! You can't dismantle me!" As he struggled to get out, the snow compressed under his feet, and he sank even deeper.
"Oh? Can't we?" a marauder asked with a wink.
"Not if you value your lives! I crushed Dinobots with my fists! Aerialbots with my feet! I'm a well-respected mech!"
"I was certain about that. But do you have anything that would save you out here, where your great glory doesn't mean anything?" The chrome and white mechs both turned to peer at him, then took crude repair tools out of their subspaces, and started to disassemble the spaceship's heating system. Creaks and clanks of bending, then breaking metal were carried away on the icy wind.
Suddenly, one of the chrome marauders froze, and turned to the north. The other followed his gaze in an astrosecond. Then both went back to their business, but this time, with a visible hurry.
The trapped Decepticon couldn't see anything special in the indicated direction. Clouds. Wind. What was there?
"Well, oh great warrior, we need to go. It's a pity such a rich mech will die out here without a shanix to save him. See you in the Allspark!"
"That snowstorm will take you right there," the other added, like some helpful guide. "Too bad. I almost started to like you."
"Wait. Waaait!"
"Hm?"
"I have a slave. A useless little frag-toy, it was hardly ever anything better, but everything else I had was on the ship. I have the thing's master-code. If you bring it here, I can re-code it to either of you."
"Oh. A valuable." The first speaker didn't seem too moved by the offer.
"Generous of you, indeed. Especially, considering how reluctant you were to give up such great treasure."
"But that's the only thing I have!" the big 'Con cried miserably.