A story of Sparks and Men
Rating: M (for non-con, swearing and remake of a rude song)
Disclamer: Nope. Don't own them. Had I had them… every episode would have been like this story.
Author note: I'm not an experienced fanfic writer. Feed me, so I can improve! Also, I wrote Barricade's character the way I see him. After all, there has to be a reason to his choice of shape.
Part 2: Metal Vs. Flesh
A sound of footsteps broke the heavy silence. All eyes and optics centered on the entrance to the cell block. The scent of charred flesh hit the senses of all the prisoners. Sam entered the block, followed by an armed 'Con, carrying a small Energon container. He knelt before Bee's cell and placed the container on the floor by the bars.
"It should last you both for awhile." He said, before turning to face the guard. "Can I rest now?"
"Let me see your hands." The Mech ordered.
Sam raised his hands to the air and Lennox paled at the sight. Forget radiation. Those burns will bleed the boy to death.
The guard took the boys hands in his own and his optics dimmed. Then, he placed his other hand on the lock of the human cell.
"Let him recharge." He said to Lennox. "Strength required to proceed."
Lennox helped Sam to the cell and told him to lie down. Only then he noticed something weird. The wounds were half- healed.
"Hey!" He called the guard. "Whatever you've done, thank you."
"No need. Energon removal is vital." The 'Con turned to leave. "By the way, Starscream wants you to choose the one to be tortured next. Refuse and the boy will be the one to bring Energon every time."
"I'll do it." Ironhide said. "I'm the strongest of us all."
"Agreed." The guard locked the humans' cell and left.
Bee pulled the container into the cell and offered it to Ironhide.
"No, you take it. I'm well charged. Besides, if I lose it from pain, what's the use of wasting it?"
"That does it." Lennox said in his best commanding voice. "Listen and listen closely. We are in a hostile location and we must work as a team. Anyone who has grudges, problem and issues can stick it in his aft or ass, accordingly. They can wait. For now, we focus on survival. Are we clear?"
"Sir, yes sir!" Sam said.
"The one I need, oh yes indeed!" Bee agreed playfully.
"I see I'm outnumbered. So be it." Ironhide concluded.
From his quarters, Starscream watched the exchange of words.
"Such a spark in such a weak shell. Too bad Megatron is dead. He used to enjoy dimming such blazing sparks. Am I right?" He turned to the dark motionless figure behind him and smirked.
The scientist in him has decided to check the phenomenon of Lennox in more details.
Days passed. Bee tried repeatedly to use his radio to contact the others, Ironhide kept taking the beatings and Lennox did his best to help the injured. Sam was allowed protective gear when delivering Energon. And every day held a moral test for the humans, courtesy of Starscream. Some of the tests left both men aching in disturbing ways, some ended up with Sam staring blankly into space. And each time Starscream came down to laugh at the prisoners, he was rewarded with a glare that was clear: give Lennox a chance and Starscream is one dead 'Con.
Finally Starscream came to the conclusion that Sam matched perfectly the profile of a loyal friend type of human, but Lennox was something else. A different kind of test was needed and for that, Sam Whitwicky will have to undergo something utterly destructive. One look at Megatron's lifeless shell and Starscream already knew what method he'll apply.
The day showed no promise to be any different for the prisoners. That is until the same Mech that helped Sam entered the cell and dragged both humans out. He tossed Sam to another 'Con, an unfamiliar one, and dragged Lennox to another corridor. Lennox expected another test or torture, but surprisingly, the ex-soldier was taken to a brightly colored room, smelling of baby powder and flowers. Will almost wept when the large Mech released him and said:
"You have as long as you want. Frenzy, be nice. This is the little one's spark-giver."
Lennox was suddenly aware of his unshaved face, of the bad smell of unwashed hair, all the things that looked wrong, compared to the sight of a little girl, who played on a soft blanket with the small 'Con.
"Annabelle?"
Frenzy eyed him with obvious displeasure.
"You stink." He stated.
"I'm sorry. May I…"
Frenzy moved away from Annabelle and let the father hug his daughter.
"WillmakeagoodMedic'Conwhenbigger." Frenzy chirped.
"Medic? My baby will be a good medic, the best medic, better then Ratchet, better then Dr. Stevens, aren't you?"
"Papa." Annabelle said.
"She called me papa."
Frenzy approached the happy family and they set to play. And for the first time Lennox pondered on how alike were the two races, of the values they shared. He lost the line of thought when Frenzy offered him a story book.
"Oh, by all means. Once upon a time…"
"Look up, squishy!" Starscream smirked and pulled Sam by the hair to watch the screen. "Happy, aren't they?"
Sam blinked away the pain and allowed himself a smile.
"You stay here as long as he stays there." Starscream said. "And seeing that the other humans seem to enjoy themselves, I don't see why you can't." Another 'Con, a smaller one, entered the room.
"Huh?" Sam eyed Starscream with suspicion.
"Rambler, you can help this one past time well, don't you?"
"What?"
"Thank you, Starscream. It's been a while." The Con checked Sam out in a way that made him shudder.
"You can't possibly…"
"Oh, but I can. He's yours until Frenzy comms you." Starscream laughed at Sam's terror.
"God, no! Please, no!" Sam backed away as far as he could.
Starscream turned and left, and the door closed in the exact moment Rambler pushed Sam to the floor.
"Oh, stop struggling." Rambler spat. "Don't tell me that your yellow buddy never took you for a ride."
"How can you suggest such a thing? Bee's not like that."
"Judging by the looks he gave you when you were captured, one could think you just interfaced."
"We didn't! Please, leave me alone!" Sam tried to break the iron grip (literally) on his hands with strength amplified by fear. Amplified, but insufficient.
"Well, you can thank me later for training you to please a Mech." With that, the Con held Sam's hand with one hand now, using the other to tear at Sam's shirt.
"Strange, pale flesh. So weak, yet I can feel the power in you. I just might enjoy this." And Sam's jeans followed the shirt. "Now lie still!"
"Like hell I will."
Rambler hit Sam across the face, once, twice. Stunned by the pain, Sam didn't struggle as his last bit of clothing was removed from him. He could only watch with horror as a panel shifted between Rambler's legs and something snakelike peeked from inside.
"God, no…" Sam made a last attempt to break free, to crawl away, even as Rambler pinned him to the floor, using his superior weight and metal pierced flesh.
The pain was unlike anything Sam ever felt. Sure, the Energon burned, but this was much deeper, much more degrading, and the accursed rod twitched inside him, hitting something that made his body react against his will.
"Please, stop…"
"You beg so sweetly, that I almost feel sorry for you. I want you to scream for me, fleshling."
Sam bit his lip. He wanted to deny his rapist at least that pleasure, but when that spot inside his inexperienced body was hit again, he screamed, with anger at his body's betrayal, for the loss of his innocence. He tried to think of something else, and Bee's face came to his mind. He could imagine that it was Bee, he could try and love that feeling, to be with his beloved in his mind. He must've said the name out loud, because his tormentor pulled out and proceeded to hit him hard. The last thing Sam could remember clearly before he gave in to oblivion was a muttered: "Primus… The Allspark!"
But even as he gave up, Rambler decided that the end of his struggles was no reason to stop.