"-there!"

"Where!?"

"There, damnit! That cave!"

"And what the slag makes you think we'll be safer in there?"

"It's an old crash-site! I can see the extro-biological force field! Just trust me - GO!"

Devcon, currently not able to think of anything else to do, grabbed the arm of Wreck-Gar, shifted Kup higher up on his back, and ran towards the cave, er, crash-site. The rescue mission had gone well thus far, not great and certainly not according to plan, but Devcon had killed his mark and taken proof, so it wasn't a total loss. Unfortunately Kup had been shot in the back, paralyzing him until he could get new parts, and the Wreck-Gar individual was leaking not only coolant but energon also, and at an alarming rate.

"Yaw taht s'tahw? Yaw taht gniog ew era yhw?"

"Shut up!" Kup shouted, turning his optics to the youngish Wreck-Gar. "Don't say anything unless you can say it in a language we understand!"

"Gz, tch rn't w? N nd t yll!"

Devcon let out a shout of frustration and practically threw Wreck-Gar into the cave before following. The sounds of weapons and shouting, as well as the presence of groping vines, was instantly shut out as the trio plunged into the hole in the hull of the completely vertical space-ship. They landed in an undignified, sparking heap.

"Anera eht ni refas saw I! Ah! Eucser a siht llac syug uoy? Mleh ym, ho."

The sound of a clang echoed in the cockpit where the trio had landed.

"Kup told ya twice to shut up, Wreck-Gar."

"N. H tld me nt t tlk nlss cld spk n lngg ndrstnd- nd, tchncll, shld ndrstnd wht 'm sng."

"Oh, Primus take me; I'm ready." Kup moaned. The old Autobot watched helplessly as Devcon untangled himself from the mass of parts and limbs and approached the warrior. He smirked widely as the bounty hunter was forced to pick him up like an infant and hold him for a nano-second before finding a spot to set him and gently propping him in a sitting position against the wall.

"Lanimret ylbissop. Dab llew,... si kael siht kniht I tub, edurtni ot naem t'nod I." Wreck-Gar mused solemnly to himself. He sat up and placed a hand high on his mid-section, frowning as he pulled it away to reveal coolant and energon. He held the wet hand up to show Kup and Devcon.

"Ees?"

~Do you understand a word that he says, Kup?~ Devcon , putting his hands on his hips as he studied the... odd Junkion.

~Nope. Not a bit.~ Kup responded, shaking his helm. ~But I kind of get the impression he can understand us.~

~Why do you say that?~

~He's trusted us thus far without struggle.~

~True.~ Devcon started back towards Wreck-Gar slowly. "Wreck-Gar, let me see that hole. I think I'll be able to wield it closed and stop the leak."

"K, bt thnk 'v lst lt f flds... fl rll wk, nd trd." Wreck-Gar slurred, lifting his arms and watching Devcon approach. "O i e a o ayi aou a, a e?"

"Uh, right." Devcon muttered, shaking his helm. He knelt next to Wreck-Gar and carefully inspected the wound. It was really the worst kind of shot - not wide and with very little outer armor damage which made it easy to overlook, and extensive damage only to the outer-most layer of circuits, again so that no functions were impaired. It simply leaked. A lot. Devcon frowned as he switched out his left hand for a wielding tool.

"This is going to be real easy to patch up, Wreck-Gar, but it looks like you've lost a lot of fluid. I uh, and we certainly don't have any here."

"Tob dlo, soidua ruoy xif! Dias tsuj I tahw taht t'nsi! Tol a?! I evah diulf tsol ev'I - ho? Yas uoy did tahw?" Wreck-Gar fairly growled. He could feel it now, though, starting to creep in. His central processor was slowly shuffling through his lower functions, trying to decide which ones it was safe to temporarily shut down. On top of that he felt cold, and he hated feeling cold.

~Devcon,~ Kup said warningly, ~His primary shield just clicked off-line. He's power saving. That means he's not going to be able to make it anywhere until we get him some more energon. Coolant he'll be ok with on low, we can just open all his vents...~

~Not good.~ Devcon responded, only slightly distracted by his project. ~We need to find some way to - ~ He paused as Kup began laughing out loud.

"Wht?" Wreck-Gar questioned, echoed by Devcon.

"There is a way we can give him enough energon to keep him moving."

"How?"

"Wonk at tnaw I erus ton m'I... rethgual taht htiw delpuoc, aedi taht." Wreck-Gar moaned softly.

"There is a way to transfer just energon during bondmating. The technique allows the energon to flow directly from one Cybertronian's circuitry to the other's. An effective transfusion." Kup laughed.

Wreck-Gar and Devcon regarded each other momentarily before Devcon turned a glare to Kup, and Wreck-Gar's faceplate lit up.

~I should scrap you here and now!~ The bounty hunter threatened viciously, even balling a fist to emphasize. Kup simply smiled and shrugged - to the best of his abilities.

"Wll, 'm pn fr nthng. Nd th nrgn vcn sn't t bd n th ptcs - s, h, jst tll m wht t d." Wreck-Gar said a bit playfully as he looked from Devcon to Kup, then back again.

Devcon slowly resigned himself to his fate and turned to face Wreck-Gar. His faceplate lit up instantly as he was given a coy smile and a wink. He removed the gun from his helm roughly as he addressed Kup.

"Alright, fine. But only because he needs this." The blue bot grumbled. "What first?"

"Well, you can't very well do anything with your panels closed now can you?" Kup supplied smugly.

~You're gonna suffer for this, Autobot.~

~Stop complainin' ya big baby. He's seriously in need. If I could swap places with you I would.~ Kup offered, and though his voice was still a little smug, Devcon could tell it was the truth.

Devcon powered down his optics as he leaned forward and gently pressed Wreck-Gar up against the wall. He received only slight resistance which told him Wreck-Gar was only just as willing as himself. He tried to hold in a sigh as he leaned further still and sought out the Junkion's neck. His target was offered freely to him and he felt weak hands grip his arms as he began to suck and lick neglected cords and wires. Contrary to the taste of Kup (which Devcon had not yet been able to forget), Wreck-Gar was impossibly sweet and coppery.

Wreck-Gar tried his best to tell himself that this was happening only so that Devcon could transfer energon to him - but he didn't know how long he could keep up the mantra. He'd long been aware of his 'clingy' habits towards mates, bonded or otherwise, and though he tried not to let himself become dependant on his partners it always seemed to just happen. It did not help that Devcon and Kup had just saved him from seven years of seclusion on this asylum planet, nor that his last partner had left him only days before his capture in a state of agony and despair. Plus, Devcon's tongue was very talented.

Kup regretted almost instantly opening his mouth. Yes it was aid for a bot in need, plus it was dangerous and unkind to leave him in such a state. Unfortunately Kup had forgotten to take into account the fact that he was temporarily paralyzed - which meant he would have to witness the whole bonding experience without being able to respond correctly. He would just have to store the files for later use.

As Devcon continued, knocking Wreck-Gar's helm back in a far tilt of appreciation, he felt the Junkion's hands begin to fumble their way up to his shoulders. Relief suddenly washed over him as he realized that it probably wouldn't take long to open Wreck-Gar's panel, after all the bounty hunter had no idea how long the Junkion had been a patient. Cybertronians aged so physically slowly that Wreck-Gar could have been a prisoner for over a century and wouldn't 'look' it. He suppressed a shudder as Wreck-Gar found a sweet spot on the back of his neck, and reached up to gently squeeze the Junkion's hip.

Perhaps under normal circumstances Wreck-Gar would have tried to hold out. Having been nothing but abused and neglected for so long he should have tried to prolong the pleasure. However he had no such control in his current state. His core thrummed in delight at the attention, but his central processor reeled at having to juggle this as well as keeping him functioning on such low levels of energon. Apparently realizing this would not stop until it was over, Wreck-Gar's body gave in and his panel clicked open.

Kup smiled a little as he heard Wreck-Gar's panel slide open. He'd met some easy bots in his time, but that had to be a record. Chalking it up to the fact that Wreck-Gar hadn't gotten any in a while, (mostly so he wouldn't have to admit Devcon was just that good) he began rummaging through his databanks. He knew that the nano-second Devcon's panel opened, he would want instructions and Kup planned to be ready. He didn't want to keep the bounty hunter waiting any longer than necessary. Sure Devcon was funny as sigma when he threw his little tantrums, but he nagged about them continuously afterwards and it wasn't worth the trade.

Devcon had heard that there were Cybertronian's out there who could open their panels at will. Rumor stated that they simply had to think 'panel, open'; and it would. However he'd never seen anyone do it and wasn't about to make himself look like an idiot trying. He had also heard that there was a way to do it manually by accessing the wires inside. That, to him, seemed unnatural and too damned kinky. It sounded to him like something your medic would do, and he wasn't into that kind of slag. So he would be stuck waiting on arousal to work its magic. He tried to focus simply on the feeling of bonding, hoping that maybe anticipation would take the lead. When that yielded no immediate response he pulled up image files of Kup on the counter; finger sucking and completely at Devcon's mercy...

Wreck-Gar began to feel uneasy and apprehensive as the seconds clicked by that his panel remained the only one exposed. He told himself that his two rescuers couldn't rape him, really, because he was offering it to them in a sense. He then silently clicked at himself for such a thought. It all boiled down, in reality, to facts. Fact One: Wreck-Gar had not bonded in years, so his body was more than ready. Fact Two: He'd also been miss-treated and neglected for years which made just about every pleasant sensation sexual. Fact Three: Wreck-Gar was injured. Fact Four: They were complete strangers and while Wreck-Gar was an open person, Devcon was not. Four facts. They made him feel a little more comfortable as he squirmed.

Kup's small smile turned to a frown as the action before his optics came to a stop. He knew that Devcon was being stubborn and thinking instead of feeling, and that Wreck-Gar was too shy, too shocked, or both, to take the lead. He felt a twinge of frustration and sighed deeply.

"You two aren't going to get anywhere if you don't start touching each other, for Primus's sake. Wreck-Gar he's about to save your mainframe, so show some adoration. And Devcon, you're about to be this kid's hero - play it up because I know you like the attention." Kup was only slightly surprised when he received absolutely no answer - he'd probably just embarrassed the sigma out of both of them. Maybe now though they'd get something accomplished.

Devcon had never wanted to scrap anything as much as he wanted to scrap Kup at that very moment. He'd almost forgotten that Kup was even there, but now he remembered that the old soldier would be watching the whole thing. He'd give him something worth watching then. He'd tear into that Wreck-Gar kid like a monster. He would ruin him. And all the while he'd be pretending it was Kup: Kup's green shine he was scuffing up; Kup's valve he was plowing into. His panel suddenly clicked open.

"Ha!" Devcon laughed, physically startling the Cybertronian beside/under him. "Now what?"

"We'll, I'm sure you know about that little cord coiled in the center of your piece. So what you need to do is feed the end of your cord into the end of Wreck-Gar's. His cord has to overlap so that the pressure of your energon being fed to him doesn't blast the connection apart."

"Gnikoj eb ot tog ev'uoy." Wreck-Gar moaned.

"No offense there, doctor, but isn't that going to hurt like sigma? Those cords are supposed to stay inside, and they most certainly aren't supposed to stretch." Devcon growled.

"It'll burn good, sure - but I'm sure the two of you can take it. As for the stretching, well, that just takes a day or two to repair, and it's more tender than outright painful. The cords just spring back into place when you're done."

"You ae i ou o eay." Wreck-Gar whined again. "Ae you ue i i oi o o?"

"Trust me - I've done this plenty of times before."

"And how exactly are we supposed to bond like that, Kup?"

"Your piece will be able to push his piece back and then just go on from there with that hole."

"h, 'v dn tht bfr; t h, t fls nc." Wreck-Gar admitted fondly.

"Other than that, Wreck-Gar just needs to relax, and Devcon, you've got to keep an eye on your energon levels. You don't want to give too much and put us back into this situation."

"Right." Devcon muttered through pursed lips.

Wreck-Gar tensed and told himself he had to stay quiet, he didn't want to embarrass himself further. It looked like both Kup and Devcon were viewing this in a strictly professional way, so that meant he could too. Of course he felt all that thinking shatter when Devcon's hands slowly returned to him. He shuddered as the bounty hunter gripped his hip joint, then brushed two fingers over the empty top opening which held Wreck-Gar's piece. The Junkion couldn't hold in a small moan as the same two fingers pressed inside, so gentle it was like they weren't even there.

"Pop it for me, Junkion." Devcon muttered, well aware there was no way he could say such a thing and not have it sound like he was talking dirty. He heard another noise escape Wreck-Gar, followed by a soft click, and then the Junkion's piece popped through. Devcon could not help but admire the piece as he took it into his hand - he was surprised at the size of the part, truth be told. He released the Junkion's hip and brought his other hand towards the piece as well. He felt Wreck-Gar whimper as he prodded the tip, feeling around with a finger for the tube.

Kup's optics flickered in frustration as his body told his central processor to open his panel with no success. He smiled and sucked on his bottom lip for a nano-second as Devcon found the tube and pulled it out a ways. The Junkion instantly clamped his hands on Devcon's arms and arched into the touch. The poor kid was so desperate for pleasure it made Kup whine. He knew they were just doing this to save the kid's function cycle, but he wasn't sure just how far the kid could convince himself that was all they were doing. It certainly didn't look like Wreck-Gar was viewing the situation as a matter of termination or function.

Wreck-Gar felt slightly ashamed of himself as he arched once more, rocking his hips in desire. He figured he would probably never see these two again, and that word of his behavior would never reach the Junkions, so if he gave in he could act as passionately as he wanted with no repercussions. He gave another unabashed moan as he felt Devcon shift to find his own tube. Reluctantly releasing his grip on one of Devcon's arms, he slid his free hand towards his own panel and began to finger the edges of his valve, arching further and whimpering.

Devcon bit back his own noise as Wreck-Gar began to writhe and whimper beneath him. He wanted this, he wanted it bad, and it wasn't just because he needed the energon. Devcon's lips became a thin smile as he realized he could have fun with this: plenty of fun. He winced slightly as he pulled out his tube, though not about to deny that something about it felt damned good. He focused his optics on both tubes and frowned - the openings were exactly the same size; how was he ever going to fit his inside Wreck-Gar's? He recalled Kup mentioning stretching, and gently prodded the tip of his pinky finger into the opening.

Kup's faceplate worked into a frown and he almost considered Devcon to tell him to be easy with the kid. But he knew it was beyond absolutely necessary, so he swallowed his guilt and told himself he'd make it up to Wreck-Gar later. The Junkion let out another moan of pain as Devcon continued to stretch his tube in preparation. The kid seemed to be handling it ok, though, he was now knuckle deep in his own valve and Kup figured that was really easing the pain. He thought back to two nights ago when he had switched for Devcon, and though he was in no hurry whatsoever to do it again, he knew that something that felt that good could probably ease a lot of aches and pains.

Wreck-Gar's core began thrumming low and strong as his energon depraved body wrestled with the pain of his tube being stretched and the pleasure he was coaxing from his own valve. He heard a faint alarm sound, telling him his optics and audios were now off-line, and would remain thus until his energon levels increased. He then felt all of his vents open full blast to relieve a heat he'd somehow been unaware of. He let out a deep huff of hot air, however, and could feel himself cooling. He made a soft yelp as Devcon removed his finger and began feeding in his tube. Wreck-Gar found he thoroughly enjoyed the sensation and arched upwards again.

Devcon let out a deep moan before he knew what he was doing as his tube slipped steadily inside of Wreck-Gar's. It was probably the oddest thing he'd ever felt, but it wasn't bad - on the contrary, it was quite nice. He felt the Junkion writhing beneath him, and figured this was it. He moved both hands to Wreck-Gar's hips and pulled gently to settle the kid under himself. The Junkion didn't resist at all, in fact he even wiggled down a bit to get himself into place quicker. The bounty hunter then paused for only a second more as he studied their position, then he rocked forward to press the tip of his piece to Wreck-Gar's, and began.

Kup was pretty sure the poor kid was gonna overload then and there, because he made such a noise the old soldier was sure he'd alerted the whole planet. From his angle Kup had a pretty clear view of what was going on, but Wreck-Gar wrapped himself so completely around the bounty hunter that when Devcon finally penetrated the Junkion, copper and blue meshed to a blur. The old soldier panted out another moan as his body continued to click urgently that his lower panel needed to open - NOW. He chuckled dryly even as his faceplate flushed with hot energon.

Wreck-Gar wanted to fold into a tiny ball and simply let Devcon swallow him. Primus. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt something so good. Devcon's piece pushing into his with so much force it pulled back into him, sinking further and further back as he was penetrated, only to immediately spring out again, hungry for more. He felt the paint on his back chip as Devcon's powerful thrusts pushed and pulled him along the floor. His hip joints fairly moaned in protest as Devcon's grip remained firm, spreading Wreck-Gar's legs as far as they would go. He couldn't hear the clang of metal against metal, but each time Devcon pushed inside he panted out a hot breath on Wreck-Gar's face, and the Junkion's imagination reeled at what the bounty hunter must sound like.

Devcon had about had too much of new and indescribable sensations, and was beginning to long for the kind of bonding he was used to. None of this virgin or piece-hole slag. Bonding was supposed to be hot and sticky, and while he wasn't about to stop because it felt so scrappin' good, the cold air around the hole felt alien and strange. He was, however, rewarded with the marvelous feeling of Wreck-Gar's piece as it throbbed and clenched, trying to hold back overload. He suddenly felt something akin to the sensation of a wire snapping loose- but nowhere near as painful. As he forced himself again into the tight hole, he felt the disruption of his energon flow begin.

Kup felt his own wires stiffen and knot in wanting as he listened to Devcon and Wreck-Gar. He kept trying to tell himself it was all to save Wreck-Gar's functioning, but all his processor wanted to see was two attractive Cybertronians, bonding only feet away. He felt the longing to join them increase as Wreck-Gar began making long, low moans of unabashed pleasure, and the voice was soon joined by Devcon as he grunted softly with each inward thrust. The old soldier tried to look away, but it wasn't long before his optics sought out the bonding pair again. He resigned himself to watch in agony, and smirked.

Wreck-Gar felt his central processor cut the connections to his limbs as Devcon continued to press into him. He could feel the energon start to move through his lower body, but as a precaution his central processor wanted to keep it isolated - just in case. The energon flow began to heat up his piece, and it made his stomach chamber churn softly. He began to feel the chills of pleasure course through him, making him shudder and moan. He felt his core temperature rise - and continue up. He tensed as his optics suddenly flared up into whiteness. He was flooded with nothing but pleasure as his body gave in and he overloaded, shouting as loud as he could.

Devcon smirked as the bot under him overloaded. Neglected or not that was slagging quick, and Devcon felt proud that he'd been able to work the kid up so fast. He did not have long to be smug, however, as his tube was forced to accept Wreck-Gar's fluid. He tensed up, then his optics flared wide and he leapt to his feet, snapping his connection with Wreck-Gar. He reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, growling as a strange new pain seemed to freeze his central processor. He wasn't standing up right for long though because his tube suddenly snapped back up into his piece and had him doubled over in pain.

"Oh, slag!" Kup shouted from across the room, laughing. "I forgot - I forgot to tell you!"

"Wht - wht hppnd?" Wreck-Gar said groggily, as if coming out of recharge.

"Forgot to tell me what!?" Devcon half growled, half shouted.

"W-well, not really forgot - I - I just though the kid could hold out through the transfusion!"

"Out with it, old man!" Devcon snarled.

"You should probably have detached your - t-tubes before o-overload be-because that scrap burns like Sigma!" Kup tossed back his head and practically began vibrating with laughter. Wreck-Gar, seeming to understand that the joke was on Devcon, joined him.