I own nothing. Maverick is mine though.

Darkness

Maverick walked down the corridor cautiously, being around the Decepticons had given him good reason to be worried. He missed being human, at least then all he would have to worry about was when the 'Cons would either intentionally or accidentally (which was rarely ever the case) tried to kill him. Now he would welcome it to just escape.

He shook himself of his dark thoughts as he reached his quarters. He quickly entered, but stopped short at the sight of the maroon porsche sitting on his berth. He began mentally cursing Drag Strip for telling his gestalte-mates the code to his room.

"I heard you give good massages, so I thought I might as well get one before I inevitably offline." The mech groused.

Maverick relaxed a fraction. "You want a massage? Um, sure then." he gestured for the mech to lay on his front and went to his side, if not a little tentatively. After all, 'this' one never really touched him, more like gave him a look to see if he was worth it or not.

Despite himself, Maverick couldn't help but marvel at the gleaming maroon plating. He ran a finger over the plating lightly before getting to work. He flinched when he felt a hand clamp down on his hip and saw the mech had taken to staring at him, though with his visor it was hard to tell what he was thinking exactly.

Maverick stiffened when Dead End pulled him down onto the berth. "What...?"

"I've thought it over long enough, and because I will bee surely offlined in the near future, I've decided to get it over with and interface with you." Dead End said.

"Don't you mean rape?" Maverick asked bitterly.

"No, I want you to be willing."

Maverick frowned, his pretty face plate reflecting his confusion. No one really cared about if he was willing, all they cared about was getting their stress relief. So why pass this up? To be able to chose?

'Because he might not stop if you say stop.' A more logical voice whispered.

Maverick ignored it though. "Alright, how do I do this?"

The mech on top of him stared at him briefly before reaching down to his uncovered port-it never had a cover to begin with. "You have to be ready first or it's going to hurt."

"It's not suppose to hurt?"

"No, it's not."

Maverick shuttered his optics for a moment, before un-shuttering them and nodding.

Maverick arched up as an overload hit him. He let out a pleasure drenched cry as he felt his value contract on the spike inside him. He felt the mech on top of him shudder as his transfluid filled the pretty yellow and purple mech beneath him.

Maverick felt his chestplate open and his spark casted a sliver glow onto Dead End's covered faceplate. "Please."

"It's probably get us both offlined in the long run anyway." The fatalist muttered before opening his own chestplate.

They joined their sparks together and soon another overload hit them both. They closed their chestplates just as a yellow mech strode in arrogantly, but stopped abruptly at the sight of his gestalte-mate on top(and still inside) his pet. The biggest blow to his ego though was how Maverick wasn't trying to push Dead End away.

The yellow mech clenched his fists. "And what's going on here?"

Maverick flinched at the tone. This only meant pain would follow.

"Mine! You. Are. Mine!" Hands clenched painfully at the purple hips as the smaller mech was lifted to meet each thrust.

Maverick remained silent as he clenched his fists, he'd learned from day one that fighting back did no good but egg them on. 'I'm not yours.' he countered in his mind.

Once Drag Strip had finished for a second time, he pulled Maverick close and saw the new marks on his frame. "I promise to be gentler next time, but you need to know who you belong too." he nuzzled the silent mech's neck and said, "I love you, Ricky," before falling into recharge.

Maverick's faceplate twisted into a look of disgust before he shuttered his optics an fell into his own recharge cycle, one thought left in his processor.

'I'm going to get out of here someday...even if it kills me.'

At least in an existence filled with pain and misery he got to have at least one pleasurable experience.