Chapter2! Rewritten! And I hope it's better.

WARNINGS: mech smut/rape (pretty much rape) so make sure you want to read. This story originally was not going on this take but someone changed my mind and so I decided to do another "plug n play" story to give it a darker edge, and a more realistic feel.

Anyways, again a reminder that this story will not be updated in a timely fashion in any way. It is an extremely difficult story to write and the only reason chapter 2 got out so soon was because my mind wouldn't let me rest till it was done. Also, though some of my frequent readers already know, my previous one shot, Broken Sparks will now be continuing into a story. It also will not be updated on a regular schedule and the next chapter might even take a few weeks to get out. So keep your eyes open!

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"Pathetic things, what does the Prime see in them to be worthy to die for?" Barricade asked, cleaning his bloodied hands off.

Bumblebee struggled to keep his gaze upright and away from the fresh blood and gore, that was the only remainder of Samuel Witwicky existence, smeared on his chest. He wouldn't let himself think about it, he wouldn't let it replay in his processor. What Barricade did was too horrible to explain, to put into words; it was too horrible to grasp. The yellow mech actually envied Mikaela for so swift a death as Sam's screams still echoed in his receptors. Involuntarily, Bumblebee shuddered as the blood began to dry and threatened to remain a permanent stain from his inability to protect his now deceased charge. There wasn't even one piece of the human that could be taken back for a funeral, not a thing apart from the drying liquid form the boy had been created into. Bumblebee had completely and utterly failed at his task, the one sole job Optimus had appointed onto him and he had failed. There was no redemption possible for his mistake.

"Now, my favorite part," Barricade rumbled softly as if he truly relished what was about to happen, "I get to carry out my orders with you."

"I won't give you anything," Bumblebee said determined to at least not completely disappoint his faction.

"Oh, you are so wrong there, my bug. You will give me everything I want and more."

The Autobot snarled wordlessly and tugged yet again against the tight bonds, the movement ripping and chaffing more wiring in his wrists. If Ratchet were here we would be throwing a fit at the youngling for further damaging the injuries.

"Why do you insist on damaging yourself?" Barricade asked, squatting down in front of his captive, watching him with seemingly innocent curiosity. Bumblebee knew this tactic though, the 'Con was trying to seem unthreatening to him, to lower his defenses, but the Autobot wouldn't give in that easy and watched him closely. He knew well the Decepticon was no brute, yet there was a very valid reason why Barricade was the slaggin worse 'Con known throughout history. Intelligence, it was a rarity among the Decepticon ranks and it was a rarity that Megatron put to full use, making Barricade his personal interrogator. Those few who survived out of the many that had suffered at the hands of the black and white mech could tell stories horrible enough to make the paintjob on others cringe and fade in fear.

Bumblebee paused his struggle for a moment to answer the crouching mech with a heated glare, "Not giving up. Something you cowards don't seem to know."

Barricade watched him for a second longer then threw his head back with a roaring laugh that made Bumblebee's frame want to shrink and hide, "Cowards huh? I think you mistook me for Starscream but I will over look the confusion. Are you done yet because I am quite ready to begin phase two?"

"What's that? Pretend you actually have a spark?"

"Oh, I will have a spark soon enough, once I take yours as my own."

Bumblebee froze; it felt as if all the energon coursing through him had suddenly turned ice cold and rushed out his body leaving him temporarily paralyzed.

"Mine?" Bumblebee asked with a whisper, wondering if the 'Con was really a sparkless mech as all the Autobots said and would in turn take the yellow mech's spark to replace his own dark abyss.

"Yes, Megatron has great plans for you and to start that, you are to be given to me for control."

"I'll never give in. You can't make me merge."

"Go ahead and try to refuse me but I know you. You will fall and your spark, your mind, your very soul will belong to me," Barricade laughed lightly.

Bumblebee picked up his fight against the restraints, pulling and testing as he had done over and over but it hadn't changed. He was utterly immobilized. The continued resistance seemed to amuse Barricade as the 'Con watched with a smirk from below, his position still bent down by the ground.

"Why?" Bumblebee asked desperately, just wanting to know that out of all the other Autobots, why was he chosen? Wasn't it enough for Barricade that he had humiliated him; crushed his spirit by killing Sam and Mikaela?

"Simple. Megatron wants to deal a devastating blow to the Autobots so it will make them realize they aren't as secure and good as they think. I happened to have the perfect plan for such an achievement and told him. He is quiet eager to see if it truly will work."

"And what's that? Beg for mercy at the feet of Optimus, slag head?" Bumblebee asked with a growl.

Barricade just shook his head, that irritating smirk yet to fade.

"No, you. I'll take your spark as my own. We'll become one and they'll have to sit sideline as they watch you warp into me. Their youngling, their hope, will become the very Decepticon they're taught to hate and they'll be powerless to stop it."

The seriousness and promise in Barricade's words finally impacted the youngling and he hit a mental switch from angry calm to frantic panic.

"No! No, no, no!" he yelled, struggling with a new found fury to free himself and Barricade watched him for a moment before standing, his smile increasing.

"Oh yes, and the first thing to go, young innocence," he said and came forward slowly. Bumblebee recoiled away as best as he could from those long deadly claws but he could only move so far before the accursed restraints prevented him from going any further.

"It is useless to struggle and I promise, it will be more enjoyable if you stay still," he said, one hand pressing against Bumblebee's chest lightly against the drying mess that covered the Autobot's frame. In truth, it was hard to see the yellow that the mech originally was and instead had blended with the blood to create a sort of disgusting reddish-orange color.

Bumblebee's breath hitched in disgust and he looked away as the 'Con began tracing symbols on his chest with his claws. If the Autobot had watched he would have noticed that what Barricade had written on his chest was 'MINE' in their native language, Cybertronian.

Over the next few minuets, Bumblebee shivered slightly under the light touches and traces of Barricade's hands and claws. The 'Con was being careful to not scratch the smaller mech or cause any pain; in truth, he was actually trying to create the opposite. He smiled, knowing that the gentle brushing over Bumblebee's chest was actually sending good feelings to the Autobot.

However, the Autobot was struggling to show the Decepticon that he didn't enjoy the touch, that the simple action wasn't instead sending mixed signals to his processor. He wanted to yell, curse, and scream that Barricade was wrong, so wrong that it felt good, but at the same time the smaller mech wanted to moan and writher with pleasure he had never felt before.

Barricade smirked as he could practically see the inner turmoil of the Autobot and realized how much fun he could have with the mech if he dragged this out longer than originally planned. Orders were orders, but the 'Con was one who also wanted to enjoy his work simultaneously and now he had the perfect opportunity. Oh yes, the Autobot would surely not be prepared for what Barricade had in store for him.

As Barricade worked expertly on Bumblebee's frame, the Autobot was finding himself at a loss. Instead of gaining the defiance he needed to continue to resist what the 'Con was doing to him, the yellow mech was fighting to suppress a gasp as Barricade's touch moved down towards his hips, claw tips brushing against a few wires lightly. The taller mech pulled his hands away when Bumblebee yelped at the sudden pain when his claws cut through a few wires he didn't realize where there.

"Hmm…I hate to do that again. Let's get rid of these," he said and they watched as the claws retracted, leaving normal fingers.

"Try you worst, Slagger, I'll never give in," Bumblebee snarled, the sudden pain and loss of Barricade's touch finally clearing his hazy thoughts and giving him the strength to recover some small grip back onto his will.

Barricade frowned as he looked over the mech before him. He didn't resume his touching instead only allowing one hand to press up against Bumblebee's chest again, a single finger tapping rhythmically against the Autobot's chest lightly as if keeping time.

"My, my. I could say I believe you but that would be too cruel," he said quietly his finger still tapping, driving Bumblebee near insanity, "In truth, my Bee, you will give in, and you will enjoy it. Autobot, you are in for the best frag of your miserable life."

The smaller mech didn't even have time for a response as Barricade suddenly darted his tapping finger, and hand, down towards his pelvic region digging immediately into a break in Bumblebee's armor plating, hitting a highly sensitive bunch of wires. The Autobot couldn't stop the gasp this time as the 'Con seemed to find a spot not even he had known existed and it had caught him completely off guard. As the larger mech continued to probe and stroke the area with what seemed like the just right force, Bumblebee gave out a long deep moan.

"You like that, huh?" Barricade asked with a knowing smile.

Bumblebee wanted to scream he was wrong, but Barricade was right. It was a feeling he had never felt before and didn't know it existed but he didn't want to enjoy it, he would have given anything to at least have some control to even shake his head 'no', but his frame wasn't responding anymore. While his processor was screaming for it all to stop, everything else was completely separated and unresponsive. Betrayed by his very frame, Bumblebee wasn't even surprised as a whimper escaped him as Barricade found another bunch of sensitive wiring in his right side with his other hand.

Smiling, Barricade finally realized it was time to move forward and reached down. If Bumblebee still had any control over his frame he would have frozen as his interface panel was removed. Instead, he shivered as Barricade's fingers ghosted over the area, not really touching but he could still feel the presence.

Barricade paused as he looked over Bumblebee in wonder.

"Have you never been touched before?" he asked, noticing the tight port that could only belong to a virgin.

The lack of touches gave Bumblebee back some measure of control and for some reason felt the need to tell the 'Con the truth, "No."

Barricade growled lustfully, "This will be pleasurable."

How this small mech was full of surprises today! Good surprises too.

Bumblebee's short victory of control vanished again as he gasped and involuntarily bucked at the unfamiliar touch of Barricade's hand wrapping tightly around his interfacing cable. At least that part of his frame was listening to his processor as the sensitive cable was refusing to respond to the touch, wanting nothing to do with the unwanted invasion. Barricade was surprised but was sure to not show it. By this time all his other victims hadn't the strength to keep refusing him and it was something he was unaccustomed to at this point in his routine. Still, he always knew there was more to Bumblebee than all the others, and it had been the main reason he picked this Autobot over all the others and was up for the challenge, even if he couldn't get the mech to respond as he wanted.

A soft cry left Bumblebee when he felt something pressing into his untouched port: Barricade's finger. It wasn't enough to stretch the mech but nonetheless the mere touch had Bumblebee's entire frame shaking with undeniable pleasure.

"As I told you," Barricade purred as he saw the effect he was having on the Autobot, "you will enjoy this."

Unfortunately, Bumblebee hadn't really even been given the "talk" by his guardians or even Ratchet. There had always been more important things to teach a youngling and he had learned the crude basics on his own or from Sunstreaker but none of it was enough to fully prepare him for what it actually was. His optics widened as he felt something even larger press against his port.

"What?" he gasped, his breath catching in fear and confusion for what was coming.

"Don't worry. You'll like this part," Barricade said as his stiff cord seemed to reach out towards the virgin port.

Bumblebee barely bit off his scream as Barricade thrust upwards, hard. It wasn't fair to the Autobot. Normally, Barricade would have been right that there would have been pleasure in this part, but due to Bumblebee's continuous rebelling against all that was happening, his poor small port hadn't been prepared or lubricated itself at all to take such a brutal handling. The rough, hard movements were actually damaging the smaller mech's port and had even ripped a few wires on one thrust causing energon to trickle down their legs mixing with the 'Con's personal fluids that the Autobot's frame was refusing to release no matter what was happening currently. Bumblebee continued to whimper as Barricade grunted with his movements, oblivious to the smaller mech's pain until finally there was a soft click and they connected. The Autobot wanted to scream and hide as he could feel the happiness radiating off the 'Con for his success in making himself the first for Bumblebee. But it all paled in comparison when Bumblebee realized that there was more to come, something worse. Being connected gave Barricade needed access to Bumblebee's frazzled systems temporarily and the Autobot was terrified as his chest began to separate all the way down to his spark chamber which remained closed.

Barricade gave another grunt as he readjusted himself under Bumblebee so his legs where holding them both up as the Autobot's had been shoved up on to his thighs during the earlier process to give Barricade maximum maneuverability during his one sided interfacing.

"What are you doing?" Bumblebee asked, unable to hide the fear in his voice as he realized there was only a thin piece of metal between his delicate spark and the 'Con.

"You didn't really think that was all I was going to do did you?" he asked, finally looking at Bumblebee, "I did tell you what I really planned earlier."

The Autobot tried to remember what had happened a few minutes earlier but the recent trauma still had his processor raging with a whirlwind of confusing emotions and feelings so he couldn't sort out what happened a few seconds ago and a vorn ago. Everything was just a blur together, rushing around as he fought to straighten it all out and try to figure out what was happening. His processor was in complete denial. He had just been raped, forced into an interfacing and a brutal one at that. He just couldn't fully grasp it. Right now all he was focused on was the vulnerability of his spark and the vile 'Con before him.

"Bumblebee, Bumblebee. What happened to all this talk about you Autobots being so understanding and good listeners and yet here you are unable to remember what I told you half an hour ago. A shame. Need I remind you?"

Bumblebee flickered his optics sluggishly. It was coming back slowly but not fast enough to Barricade.

"You're mine, dear Autobug, your spark will be mine."

It all came rushing back and Bumblebee jerked back as far as he could with a grimace at the pain from his abused port still impaled on the Decepticon's cord.

"I'll never give in to you, never!" Bumblebee yelled defiantly, finally getting a hold of his thoughts and emotions.

"I see that Ratchet has never told you," Barricade said, pausing to tilt his head to the side slightly as if studying the mech he was supporting on his thighs.

"Told me what?" he couldn't stop the question from slipping out and it caused uncertainty to underline his voice.

"The thing with spark bonding is that it's impossible to merge with others if you refuse it, however…" he said, letting the last word hang for a moment, "it is impossible the first time your spark feels another near to stop the process from occurring. It's why mechs make sure they can stand to be with each other before finally taking such a commitment. Now you see, my little Bee, you cannot refuse me."

Bumblebee looked at the Con in horror. Sure he had missed out on parts of information growing up quiet literally on the battlefield but something this critical couldn't have been bypassed. But then, what about what just happened? He couldn't deny that he had in no way been prepared for what Barricade just did to him. Still, he would have known, found out from some one. Surely Ratchet would have told him; some one would have told him!

"I see education takes a back stand for a youngling in war. A shame because the terror in your optics from knowing such a truth would be far more satisfying," Barricade tisked as if slightly disappointed, "Well, there is no more point in delaying."

Bumblebee snapped his optics back up at Barricade in fear; he couldn't let this happen. No, it was impossible for the yellow mech to allow this. He had been too weak to resist Barricade earlier but it was practically impossible then. Now he had control over himself again; now he could fight back, but how? If he failed again he wouldn't be able to live with himself. To be defeated this time meant he would become tied to the much hated 'Con. Barricade's bonded would be a curse among the Autobots. He would be shunned and cast out. No! He had to fight, to find some way to prevent this. But the internal battle to prevail died and Bumblebee gave a small, strangled cry of agony and defeat as Barricade pressed their chests together and his spark leapt forward, trying to find the Decepticon's through their thin spark chamber coverings. The 'Con hadn't been lying, and the 'Bot would soon find it impossible to stop a merging process.

"This will be pleasant," Barricade rumbled as his chest slid open at the same time struggling Autobot's did, exposing their trembling, eager, flaring, anticipating sparks to each other.

The smaller mech couldn't stop shaking; fear, disbelief, self-betrayal, anger, and pain racked havoc on his frame and systems as the last shield in front of his spark completely gave way to fully uncover the delicate presence.

"Ready for the truth to open your optics? Are you ready for your true destiny?" Barricade asked quietly, studying Bumblebee for a split second, soaking in the terror that was coming off the Autobot, but he waited for no answer and brought himself even closer, his spark automatically reaching out.

Their sparks touched and Bumblebee screamed. A wail that carried the distinct sounds of horrible pain and reluctant pleasure miles away. His spark, his very soul was fighting to reject Barricade, yet, at the same time, the interaction and process was binding them together forever till death. Increasing, overwhelming stress kicked his optics offline and his vocal processor cracked and stopped emitting the high cry of loss. The physical feelings from the interfacing link from the connection with Barricade's cord slowly began to subside as a different sensation ebbed towards him. It was the essence of evil, pure evil that crawled towards him and seeped into his frame, coating ever wire and bolt within himself, leaving nothing free of Barricade's dark presence. Plus, he could actually feel the 'Con. A feeling that was ice cold and a bottomless pit of darkness. It was combining with Bumblebee's spark as he felt his soul being ripped in two and one half dragged away to be replace with the 'Con's own lost part.

Internally, Bumblebee knew the process had been only a few minutes but to him it felt like an eternity. It was never ceasing, never ending until finally the invasion slipped away to a dull presence. The yellow mech couldn't suppress the shudder when he could still feel Barricade even after their sparks separated and withdrew back to their respective chambers to be hidden from view again. Bumblebee then cried out silently as Barricade fully withdrew, dragging his cord out of the Autobot's tight torn port with a harsh pop that caused the fluid that was trapped within to finally rush out mixing with the still leaking energon from the damage and trail down the smaller mech's legs as they hit the floor with a loud clang. The yellow 'Bot sagged forward, utterly defeated, the bindings being the only things keeping him upright as Bumblebee's processor struggled again to grasp what had just happened. It couldn't be real; it just couldn't be true. Bumblebee had always been a good soldier, a good mech and in the end Barricade stripped it all from him in minutes. The Autobots would throw him out; turn him away. They would say he should have fought back; he should have done something. Burning with shame, the Autobot barely found the will to look back up at his torturer.

Barricade held an accomplished smile on his face as he literally watched the smaller mech fall apart. Oh, yes, he had his fun and what really had him smiling was it had just begun. No one would be prepared for what was about to come the yellow mech's way as Bumblebee became the key in destroying his beloved fellow Autobots. However, for now Barricade had done what he needed and reached up to the other mech's writs and worked to release the chains.

"What are you doing?" Bumblebee tried to ask when Barricade released the cables from the wall but his vocal systems hadn't come back online. Instead, the only noise the yellow mech could make was the heavy collision with the floor as he was still too weak to support himself when the restraints gave way without warning. Resisting an unstoppable merging put heavy stress on the frame fighting against it.

"I'm done for now. Crawl back to your base. I will fetch you when I have the need again," was all the 'Con told Bumblebee as if knowing what the Autobot had just tried to ask before turning heel and leaving the warehouse and mech without a backwards glance.

The broken, defiled Autobot watched Barricade leave before finally giving into the recharge his systems were forcing upon him. It wouldn't matter if the 'Con came back to finish the job, he couldn't stay conscious any longer. With an involuntary shiver through his frame, he fell into a deep recharge.


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