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When he comes to, Kup's processor is surprisingly clear. Surprisingly, since anything that would knock a bot offline that fast would normally leave a bot aching when they come back up. He sits up, trying to rubs his optics, only to find them behind a blindfold. Tugging that off, he checks his chronometer, and is amazed to find that only about three megacycles have passed.

He is not happy to find himself in a mech's lap. Not happy at all.

The bot is the same one that botnapped him, and the mech positively beams at the angry glare he shoots him. He's nuzzled lovingly, which he pushes the bot away because of such a violation of personal space, and the mech says cheerfully, "You're up! Are you hungry, Kup? Shall I get you fuel?"

"You should get yer filthy Decepticon servos off of me," he growls, pulling back to strike the bot-only to have his servos restrained by a second bot. This one is identical to the first. Twins.

"We do not mean you any harm," the bots speak in tandem, and then a third comes forward-this one is a bit different than the rest, differentiated by a lens on his chestplates. "I am Reflector, and I came to save you." Multiple servos slide over his frame affectionately, "Though I was too late to save you from the modifications you underwent. We are not pleased by this."

He pushes the bots's servos away, struggling off the mech's lap, "What the fra-"

One of them helps him stand, giving him a particularly lovesick look, "We had been watching you, Kup. You looked so much better before they made you look like a femme." The other two move close, touching him in ways he's not entirely comfortable with even if they stay away from his chestplate, aft, and other sensitive areas. "We got you some replacement tires, since you look so fragile with the ones you have now." One of the triplets touches his soft tire briefly then pulls away, "It doesn't suit you at all."

"Who the frag-" he stops mid-question, because he knows the answer. A mech with three frames and a lens on his chest? It really is Reflector. The Decepticon spybot they've never managed to capture before, or even get any vids of. "Why have you botnapped me?"

The servos on him stop, and the lens-bot tips his helm to one side. "I have always wanted you, but the opportunity has never presented itself. Lord Megatron would not have approved of me stealing you for myself." His optics dim, "But now... you are a carrier. You will carry my sparklings." The lens-bot rubs his sparkplates, "We will have many sparklings together, and we will sparkbond."

He pulls away, "What? Frag you, no." He shudders in disgust, "I will never spark with a Decepticon. Especially not one that botna-"

One of the identical triplets rubs a servo up his side, drawing his attention to his waist and hip, "Especially not ones that saved you from the rest of your life being passed from bot to bot until you offlined? Saved you from bots that didn't even care that you are a mech, and should be allowed to look like one?" The bot's optics dim, and it is so fraggin' creepy to hear them all speak at the same time like they do, "From the bot who has your favorite cy-gars just for you?"

Kup jerks away again, only to be pulled back onto one of their laps. "I don't fragging care if you have Heavy cy-gars, I'm not taking anything from you. You can go frag yourself. Literally."

The lens-bot studies him intently, and then smiles, "I have indeed fragged Spectro and Spyglass before. We would be more than willing to put on a repeat performance for you. It is not as exciting as you might expect. We have the same spark frequency, and interfacing is not that exciting. We build very little charge that way."

He glares, "If you have the same frequency, then why don't you resonate?"

All three triplets laugh softly, and he's surrounded again, "Like the fairytales? We are sorry to say those are fairytales. Same frequency doesn't mean that your sparks love each other, it just means that your spark wonders why you're using a spark tickler charged with your own spark." The bots gently pull him to a couch, "Not exciting at all."

He is rather uncomfortable with this attention. He didn't ever have this sort of... focused energy on him since he was teaching bots in bootcamp. Even then, the bots were more than willing to just ignore him if he told them to frag off.

"I don't-"

"Shh." One of them, either Spectro or Spyglass, presses a finger to his mouth. "We do not want to hear you ask us to let you go. I will not let you go. You will be used by the Autobots until you offline. I will not do this to you. You will be safe and happy with me."

"Ain't safe with a 'Con," he growls, finally getting the leverage to slam a servo up into the bot's face, cracking one of his optics, startling the mech enough to break free from his hold. He scrabbles away and picks up a decorative lamp to use as a makeshift weapon.

The one he hits staggers for a bit, then leans against a table. He is slightly weirded out when they all sigh in a lovesick manner, but not entirely surprised.

Decepticons are screwed up in the processor, and this one just proves it even more.

He heard about the odd 'courting' that 'Cons do, and he may have inadvertently made the bot want him even more by giving him processor damage. He can't really bring himself to care, since it keeps that one out of his way, and the other two at more of a distance. "Fraggin' take me back to Cybe-"

The bot shakes his head, "The ship we are on is going straight for New Kaon. I'm going to present you to Lord Megatron. He's going to be so proud of me for finding you. He gave me permission to take you and everything. Said I was allowed to sparkbond if you wanted me."

That... doesn't sound like something the Decepticon would say at all. Wouldn't he want Kup to carry sparklings for his mechs and femmes?

"I'm not sparkbonding with you."

Reflector makes another sigh, this one almost sad in tone, "Then we will be expected to share you. The Decepticons will be much kinder than the Autobots will. Lord Megatron loves sparklings, and you will be allowed to carry them to term, and play an active role in their care. He has told me that he looks forward to having you under him in the berth."

Kup shudders.

The two uninjured triplets move closer, "He said that you look much better now than you did before, and is glad that the Council modified you." The bots cross their arms, looking sulky, "He did not listen when I told him you were a warrior and should not have been forced to do this."

He wonders how much of this is scripted by the 'Con, just to get him to trust the bot. If it was an Autobot saying this, he'd have put the lamp down, and let the mech closer. This is a filthy Decepticon, though, he's not letting him anywhere near him. "Frag off."

The bots come a little closer, showing very little survival skills, "Are you cold? You are always so cold when you go out, so we brought you a cloak." The cloak that is pulled out of their subspace is ... decadent by pretty much anyone's standards, but utterly sinful by his own. He doesn't normally get nice things, and the bot is just straight up offering him a cloak that looks like it has a built in heating blanket, is plush, and has all sort of other things he would really fragging love to have.

"Frag you."

"Now, now, Kup, there is no need to be so grumpy with us." The one with the lens comes forward with the cloak, "Let Viewfinder put the cloak on you. I can see that you are very cold right now." The mechs all smile at him and Kup brandishes the lamp in warning, and three engines rev for him.

"You wish to play rough?" one the bots asks, tone surprisingly playful. "I love playing rough. Do you want to play Autobots and Decepticons? You can be the Autobot prisoner, and we can take advantage of your spark."

He growls angrily, "Isn't that what you're planning on doing already? It isn't a fraggin' game ta me. Lousy 'Cons."

The bots dim their optics, even the damaged one, "Would you like to play the Decepticon then? We can be your helpless Autobot triplet prisoners. Spyglass is already damaged and barely coherent. You could shove him down and demand that he do things he really can't focus on while we beg for you to release him." The other bot smiles, "You could demand for us to 'face each other. Make us lick each other's sparks. We're sized just perfectly for it."

Kup's servos clench on the lamp. He can't believe they're... he's been botnapped, and his captor is showing far too much interest in his spark and interfacing with him. When he'd been captured by the 'Cons before, they'd never... he'd been an unattractive mech and his spark had always remained untouched by them. They had no interest in fragging a bot in bad repair that did nothing for their own sparks.

He guesses he's lucky Reflector wasn't on that planet when he'd been caught.

"Fra-"

"Frag off, yes. We would love to frag you, or have you frag us." The bots flicker their optics at him, "We have been watching you for so long, and now we finally get to be with you."

He shudders, "How long have you been watching me?"

One of them pauses, putting his servo right over his sparkchamber, and they all say, "Since before you were placed on guard duty at the Council chamber. Several vorns before that. We loved watching you train your cadets, even if Lord Megatron had no interest in it at all."

"You filthy fraggers," Kup curses at them, and they smile. Viewfinder comes closer and places his servos on the lamp.

"Put down your weapon, Kup. I have no intention to harm you. You will be safe here, until we make our way to Lord Megatron. Then-"

"The Autobots will come after me."

Viewfinder smiles, "The Autobots do not know that you were taken. I... arranged a bit of trickery. A datapad from your subspace, with an apology note to the Magnus. I believe it went something like 'I am sorry, sir, but I cannot consign myself to a short life of being forced to spark until I offline from it. I know you'll understand. I don't want to be thought of as a traitor. Please, don't try too hard to look for me.'" The bot's voice sounds exactly like Kup's.

He hopes it wasn't an audio message.

The mech takes the lamp from his limp fing- claws. He has claws now, and he should probably try to remember that. The bot smiles and gently places the cloak over his shoulders, warming him instantly in a way he hadn't even realized he was feeling. He may look and feel like a new bot, but he is still an old bot, and the chill of just being in a ship in the cold of space was getting to him in a way he barely noticed until it is gone.

Reflector smiles, "There, now you're warmer." The bot touches his side softly before moving away, "Your spark should warm up a bit better because of that. A scarred spark should be protected, Kup. It is really too bad that no one told you that. You should have been wrapped up in chestwraps, but any that I gave you, you threw away or used as polishing cloths. It was very frustrating!"

"You... you're the one responsible for leaving all those things on my berth?" Kup had always assumed that the cleaning bots were implying something nasty about him by constantly leaving giant heaps of polishing cloth on his berth. He knows he's less than perfect in his appearance-or he was prior to the mods-but it always seemed very rude to him. "Those were chest wraps?"

Reflector nods, "Of course they were. Did you honestly believe they were polishing cloths?"

Kup looks away, a bit embarrassed. "Yeah."

The bots sigh softly, and a cloth that is exactly like the ones that were put on his berth is produced. "Well, you know what they are now, and I will do my best to keep you safe and warm." The wrap is secured around his chest, hiding his plates from view and warming him up in a way he never actually felt before around his spark. It is more of a... comforting feeling than anything. The bot, Viewfinder since it is the one with the lens in his chest, smiles, and they all say, "There. You look wonderful. I wish I could have done this earlier, but you were just out of reach."

He squirms, moving away from the touch now that he's covered up, "I'd have liked to still be out of reach if it means you aren't molestin' me like this. I don't want ta 'face any 'Cons."

"You're safe from molesting while you're with us on our ship, Kup," Reflector cups his faceplates with his servos. "But when we reach New Kaon, if you are not bonded to me, or carrying my sparkling, Lord Megatron will take you. He... is not as concerned with consent as I am. He is more than willing to lace your energon with red cora and lovebug until you are begging him to take your spark."

Kup will just have to go without energon then.

Reflector seems to realize his thought, and the other two come over to sit at his peds, the damaged one, Spyglass, resting his head on his lap, and they say, "He is also not above injecting fuel into fuel-lines, laced with lovebug. He'd do red cora, but the medics yelled at him for that." The bots keep touching him, and it is a distinctly uncomfortable feeling.

He pulls away from Viewfinder, making a face at the lingering feeling of fingers on his faceplates, "I won't let him near my fue-"

The bots make an unpleasant grinding sound from their engines. "We will be... required to take you to him with you in stasis cuffs." The bots touch his shoulder, "You have three decacycles until we are to New Kaon. You can take that entire time to make your decision. Just... remember what I said about you needing to be carrying my sparkling or sparkbonded to me. It is very likely that even if you are carrying my sparkling, Megatron will still take your spark."

Fragging spark rapist. "Fragging wonderful." Kup slaps the mech's servos away from him. "So my choices are being sparkraped by him or being sparkraped by you. How ever will I choose?" He sighs, and wraps his arms around himself. "Can I have privacy?"

The bots stare at him like privacy is some foreign concept to them. "No."

"Can you at least leave the room then? I don't give a frag if you watch as long as you get out and let me be alone for a while."

Viewfinder strokes his shoulders, "No. You are ours now. We do not want you alone and unhappy."

He growls, "I'm not unhappy when I'm alone, I'm-"

They frown at him, "You are unhappy when you think you're alone." Their tone turns slightly dirty as an aside, "Unless you're fragging your spark." The bots returned to concerned, "But you get this sad and lost look when you think no one can see you." Their fingers brush his face, Spyglass's wobbly from the damage he's done to him, "We don't want you to have that expression ever again. We'll keep you happy."

He glares, "No. Frag you-"

"We wou-"

"Not an invitation. I want to be alone."

"I can take two of my bodies elsewhere, if you want, but we are leaving one of ourselves with you." Reflector dims three sets of optics at him, "You may choose which of us stays to comfort you. However, when we recharge, we will recharge two of our frames with you at once."

He doesn't like that at all. Means that one of them will be staying online to keep an optic on him so he can't orchestrate any escape attempts. "Or you could all recharge together and leave me the frag alone."

They give him a confused look, "But then your spark won't be as healthy. You need to stay warm and safe. If you recharge between us, in a few decavorns, that scar will go away."

He gives the bots a blank look, "Now you're just makin' slag up."

Viewfinder tugs Spyglass up, "No, no. Look at this." Spyglass' plates open, and all of the triplets happily point to an area on the bot's spark, "See? You can barely see it now, but it used to be as long as our servo."

"I don't see anything." There's a bit of discoloration, but that's probably from fragging too hard or self-servicing to vids of Kup for megacycles at a time. Fragging perverts.

"You shot us, and Spyglass almost offlined from the damage to his spark. We were able to save him by keeping his spark in contact with ours for several sols. It has been many decavorns, but his spark is so much better now. It is all ready for you to use." The two bots push Spyglass towards him, the mech's spark flashing with heat.

He backs up, "Even if I wanted to, and I don't, I wouldn't frag a bot that is damaged. He's wobblin' around and looks ready to temporarily offline. You need to fraggin' fix him."

The bots give him a horribly disappointed look, "But I want you t-"

He backs away even more, "No. You are going to get fixed, and I'm still not gonna frag any of ya. I'm not interested."

They all sigh, and Spectro drops back to his knees at his peds, placing his head on his lap this time. "We'll fix him, then. We would have liked it if you had played the mean Decepticon guard that only wants us for our sparks. Told us how you were a rare carrying bot and wanted triplets, so we'd have to do well to please you or you'd just spark and leave us without letting us see them again. Maybe demanding we sparkbond as you push us down."

"Never gonna happen," Kup growls, before sitting on the berth, tucking the cloak all around himself, "I'm gonna recharge. You can frag off."

Two bodies immediately curl up on either side of him. He tries to push them away, but it's all for naught. They just cling to him, and the third body pulls a heating blanket over them, filling Kup with drowsiness. It's so warm and comfortable, better than the cheap blankets and berths he's used to.

He blinks up at the bot, and it is Spyglass, still far too damaged, and Reflector murmurs softly, "I'll go fix myself up. I'll be back later. You recharge, and heal."

He is feeling far too comfortable to protest, the charge from the berth soothing him and the heat from the blanket in addition to cloak and chestwrap too much to allow him to stay online. He drops down into recharge, not even realizing he's done it.

When he onlines, his head is in a lap, and he's still being cuddled closely. He blinks up at the bot petting him, and tries to pull away from one of the identical triplets - most likely Spyglass - and mutter angrily, "Not a fraggin' pet."

"That does not mean that you cannot be comforted. That we cannot offer you gentle touches to your frame." Viewfinder kisses his cheek. "You will be sparking with us, or with Megatron soon. You are a wise soldier. You should adapt to the situation. Be happy." He rubs his servos along Kup's chest, teasing his sparkplates. "Get some enjoyment out of our sparks. If we spark, then we spark. If not, then there is no harm in it."

He shoves the servo away, and climbs out of the berth. "Frag off. I'm not 'facin' any of ya." He wants to say he won't ever, but if it comes down to a choice between them or Megatron, as much as it makes his tank churn, he'd have to go with the bots in the ship with him.

The triples make a sad sound, "But we would be so wond-" They stop, then take a deep in-vent, letting it out slowly. "If you do not want us to, we will leave you be." They pat then berth between them, the empty bit he vacated, "Come back? We just want to heal you."

"I'm fine. The scar doesn't hurt, and it doesn't affect my ability to overload or anything. I'm perfectly healthy. So you can just take your groping servos elsewhere. They're not wanted here." He walks over to the console and types in the frequency for Autobot Command.

Reflector hisses and jerks off the bed, cutting the call before it can successfully connect. "No. You will not escape us."

He crosses his arms over his chest. "I'll never stop trying."

He's tugged into far too possessive of a hug, "You are ours. We saved you from constant use as a berthbot and sparkling maker. We love you, and have wanted you ever since you shot at Spyglass. You will not get rid of us so easily."

He shoves all three of them away, hating how close they are. "I don't fraggin' care if you were sent by Primus himself, I want ta go home, and you aren't gonna stop m-"

He's yanked into another hug, "No! That isn't even your home now! They were going to throw away all your things, so I saved it all for you!"

"Then they're gonna know it wasn't me running away on my own. Not that they'll really believe that for long if I'm going to end up a sparkslave to Megatron." Kup knocks the bot's servos away from him, his tank rumbling with the need to fuel up. He ignores it. He's gone much longer without any energon at all and he has a few sols before it will start affecting his performance too much.

He's a soldier. He's not going to let the 'Cons make him into a berthwarmer without a fight.

He doesn't care for them exclaiming in upset about how he's hungry. The bots tug him along, moving him to a brand new area of the ship, which still isn't very big. It looks like a standard family sized ship, with four rooms. A berthroom, a common room, a washrack, and the cockpit. It is a fancy ship, because it has a washrack.

He's gently placed in a chair, and the two identical bots cuddle against his sides, while Viewfinder pulls out... something from the wall, unfolding a completely hidden table as they talk, "We'll make you something delicious. You can watch us eat some first, and wait however long you think it would take for whatever drugs you think we put in it to affect us, then you will fuel on the rest. What do you think of whipped energon?"

Whipped energon was a treat for sparklings and wealthy mechs at festival time. Not something casually dispensed. If they were asking about it as a future treat, he's not going to let them use it as something to try and leverage good behavior out of him. 'Be a good bot and let x frag you and we'll give you sweets after.'

No thanks.

"It's fine, but I don't really like sweets. I-"

"Liar," Viewfinder teases him, reaching across the table to tap his nose. "You eat sweets whenever you get the chance."

He turns his head, "I'm not drinking-"

The identical triplets lean up and kiss his cheeks, "You will. We'll make it for you every sol, just for you. If we could, we'd use various crystals and some ruststicks for it, but we only have energon." He's kissed on the cheeks again, "We love you, and you are more than worth it."

Primus, this is creepy as frag. "No. I'm not-" He gets distracted as Viewfinder pours a very large cube of energon, and starts to whip it. "Do you really need to make so much?"

"It is a Decepticon sized cube. You need to get used to it."

"I'm not Decepticon sized." The spybots are small for Decepticons, but still bigger than Kup is. He doesn't need that much fuel. Only gets that much fuel when he's desperately in need of getting overcharged, or if he's been suffering energon deprivation for a long time. "You can't really store whipped energon. It'll just flatten out if I keep the other half of the cube I won't be fueling on."

The triplets shrug in tandem, and then one of them starts to polish Kup's armor with a cloth.

He frowns, "Can I paint something on you, so I can tell you apart from the other one?"

They hum thoughtfully, and the one not polishing him flickers his optics. "We have a bonding brush. You're welcome to mark our ser-"

He pushes the bot away, "Shut up. I'm not fraggin' bonding with you. You aren't going to get me like that, and I'm not appreciative of you tryin'."

The one polishing him pulls out a chestwrap, "I can wear this. I don't much anymore, but I can for you, if that's what you want."

He pokes the bot, "So you're Spectro?"

"Yes." The bot wraps the chestwrap around himself, "Lord Megatron does not care which body he speaks to. We are all whichever names he wants us to respond to." Spectro returns to polishing his armor, "I like that you want to know which body is which, even if it is meaningless. We all share a processor and a spark. We are the same bot in three frames."

Which was so slagging confusing. He still doesn't know how to feel about that.

The other identical triplet, Spyglaa, kisses his head, and he waves the bot away. "Stop that, fragger! I'm not in any mood to be kissed."

Viewfinder pushes the full cube of energon in front of him, "We will try it for you first, and if you want, we will share it with you."

He sighs, "Eat some, then." He still isn't going to be fueling on it, but this way he won't feel like he's wasting wonderful whipped energon like how he always gets at festivals if he can afford it.

The triplets exchange a look, and then dim their optics, dipping fingers into the whipped energon, which they offer to each other in the most obscene ways possible. They lick it off their fingers, sucking with wet, filthy sounds, glossas flicking out. Kup can't help but watch them lick each other that way, swallowing around a dry intake.

It's not fair to tease a mech this way. Not fair at all.

They make tiny little purring sounds that even he can recognize as a bot incredibly pleased with what is going on, and making it 'facing related. He'd tried to avoid most things involving 'facing for obvious reasons, and now they do this to him. He really wishes they wouldn't.

He's given a quick kiss by Viewfinder, no glossa at all, just a press of lips that is gone as soon as it started, and the bots murmur seductively, "How long do you want to wait for this to be declared safe? How about a breem?"

"I want you to fuel on more and we're waiting three breems." That would be long enough for any major drugs to kick in. Minor things, well, there wasn't much of a way to test for those. He'd just have to tolerate them in his sytems.

They amiably fuel on more, nuzzling each other and Kup in equal measure, and the soldier finds himself relaxing a bit against his will. It's hard not to when they're so friendly and kind. If they were Autobots, they might . . .

"So, you say you love me, right?"

Reflector tips his heads curiously to one side, all at the same time. "Yes. We adore you."

"So why won't you ditch Megatron and join the Autobots?"

They give him a blank look, "We don't understand the question."

"If you love me, why don't you leave the Decepticons, and join the Autobots?"

They study him for a long moment, and then he's given three dim opticked looks, "If we did that, would you be sparkbonding with us before? We aren't planning on leaving the Decepticons, but if you're willing to sparkbond right now, we would possibly be willing to defect. We're still in Autobot territory, and you are very much worth it to us. We won't step a single ped on Cybertron, though. We don't want Ultra Magnus trying to figure out a way to take you from us."

"I'm not going to sparkbond with a 'Con. You want my spark, you'd better officially defect." He crosses his arms over his chest defiantly.

They exchange looks again, "We are branded, Kup. We cannot precisely remove our brands. They will stay for the rest of our sols. However, we are willing to take Autobot paint over them. Assuming you can find a paint that will cover them." Viewfinder raises a servo, "But we will not defect until your spark is ours. Bond your spark to our sparks, and we will consider defecting, if you still wish it."

He rubs his optics tiredly, "Why did I have to get botnapped by branded bots? I bet Megatron would hunt you down if you defect." Making him have a broken sparkbond that Megatron would take advantage of and see if he can force his spark to adapt. Some broken sparkbonded bots could 'face anyone, because it filled the hole in their spark where their partner once was. Others still had the piece from the sparkbonded bot they were with, and couldn't be with anyone at all ever.

He'd hate to figure out which he was, but he wouldn't be surprised if Megatron turned him over to Scalpel if he still had Reflector's spark piece, just to see if it could be dug out of him.

If Reflector stays loyal and bonds with him... it is unlikely that Megatron will offline the bot. He would respect a sparkbond that one of his soldiers had created.

Kup isn't entirely sure of that, though. He's not going to risk it if he doesn't have to.

"If we have sparklings on the way and we both defect to live as neutrals, then Lord Megatron will not be upset too badly with us." Viewfinder advises him. "Megatron has a soft spot for all sparklings, and he would understand." Spyglass tips his head and continues, "Unless he wanted you for himself, and was lying when he said I could bond to you."

He groans, hiding his head in his arms, "I don't want to frag you."

There's a chorus of disappointed sighs, and his back is rubbed, "You do not have to. It would just... make spark bonding easier if you did. You are a creatorbot, so you will pick up my energy really fast, and tune to mine easily. We could sparkbond within the decacycle because of it. It would be better if we did on the second decacycle, and then-"

He puts a servo up in the general direction of one of the faces, covering Spectro's. "Shut. Up. I don't care. I know it takes forever for a normal bot, but does it really take that little time for me?" He can't imagine why it would he different.

The bot sighs happily, "You have the special cables and attachments in your chamber. You will be able to get my energy and we will have our sparks attuned to each other easily."

"You've been spying in the council chambers?"

Reflector gives him secretive smiles in answer. "The cables and attachments are very pretty. I want to lick them and see how they react. I bet they'll take charge really well. They're designed to pull in charge to let you create a spark for our sparkling. They'll get us in synch for a sparkbond so very quick. That's one of the reasons why carriers end up sparkbonding so often."

He tugs the whipped energon over, and reaches into his subspace to pull out a rusts stick to eat it with. "I hadn't known that at all."

He's kissed on the helmet, the edge of it nibbled in a distracting way, "But now you do. We can work on that right after you fuel if you want." The bot pauses, giving him a filthy look, "As you fuel. You can ride one of my sparks and eat whipped energon. Overloading takes a lot of fuel, and you don't want to start running on fumes."

"I'm pretty far from runnin' on fumes," Kup eyes them suspiciously. "If you know anything about me, you should know that I don't use a lot of fuel. I'm a high efficiency bot. Got a frame that stretches every drop of energon as long as possible. I didn't online on a wealthy planet. We're all good at conserving energy there. And I can run on fumes for a good decacycle or so before I really need to fuel up again." It's not something he likes doing, because it feels terrible, but it is something he can do.

Spyglass nips at his neck cabling, "But we made you this, and you should fuel on it. You are already nibbling on it, you should be fueling on the rest. Preferably while using us until you are sated and happy. Possibly filled with our sparklings?"

He pushes the bot away, sucking on the whipped energon ruststick. "No. I told you I don't want to frag any 'Cons. You are all cons, and you're branded. You can't even become neutrals."

He cloak is tugged a bit, exposing his shoulder so Spectro can suck on it, "We would paint over our brand for you. Just for you."

"Fragging shut up, you glitches," Kup hisses at them, and then yelps as he's knocked out of his chair, pinned to the ground by Spyglass, who dims his optics.

"If you are difficult, we have permission to do whatever is necessary to keep you in good health." He takes the cube and presses it against Kup's mouth, "Drink, or we will pour it on you and lick it all off. One way or another, we will make use of this fuel."

Kup opens his mouth for the lesser of two evils and lets the spybot feed him.

It is slowly put in, giving him time to savor the taste, and Spectro lays on the floor next to him, reaching under his chestwrap to rub his plates every time he makes a tiny sound of approval. He turns his head before the next mouthful, and glares, "Stop that."

"Stop what?" comes the murmured reply, nuzzling his plates, "You're so warm like this. Keeping your spark hot is so wonderful as a part of healing the scar away. You will like it so much more when it is gone, since your spark will return to normal sensitivity, rather than slightly numb."

"My spark's not slightly numb." Kup wishes his arms were free to knock the bots away, but they aren't. He's lucky they're giving him enough time to talk around the energon they keep shoveling into his mouth. "It's fine. No loss of sensitivity. Sure, the scarred part is a little bit less reactive, but it still feels things just fine."

They exchange looks again, "You will see what we mean when we interface. Self-servicing won't let you know how unresponsive that part of your spark is."

He squirms under the bots, "I'm not fragging you."

Viewfinder kisses him again, another fast press of the lips and pulling away, "You will find out when you 'face. We just want you to 'face us. We love you, and-"

He rolls his optics, getting rather tired of this, "You love me. You keep saying this. I don't fraggin' care. You keep saying it, but it continues to be meaningless the more you force me to do things that I have no want to do. Botnapping me isn't a sign of love."

He's given a blank look, and they stop feeding him for a long moment. "What?"

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