A/N: I leave tomorrow and won't return until next Weds. So I'll be updating as quickly as I can. I'm not really busy. And Shockblast is not the one from energon, but is similar in frame and voice. Enjoy. And won't be as long as normal due to me being busy and updating other stories.

Live-to-forgive: No offense, but I don't think anyone will really listen. I've tried before and I got death threats in return. But who knows, you might convince someone.

maria-ioanna984: No harm done my friend. I completely respect that and what you think. Like I said, you have my permission to write and even post up what you think happens during these parts. Though I do admit some parts are hot so I agree with you. I will do something like that for Arcee and Starscream. That would be totally funny. I love it. I'm hoping to have them together in a few chapters or so. Haven't really thought that far ahead yet. But I will hopefully write a few chapters while I'm away and post them up. So this beginning part is for you in a way with the more action. Tell me how I do since this is a first for me. Might do it again in future stories/chapters haha.

Guest: Of course I do. I don't think the story is near half-way yet.

Bumblebee/com. link/video/dream/flashbacks

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Main Parings:

ex MegatronxTerminus

Child(s): Smokescreen

RatchetxMegatron

Child(s): Hot Rod, Sunstreaker (adopted), Sideswipe (adopted)

Knock OutxBreakdown

Child(s): Tracks

OptimusxUltra Magnus

Child(s): Moonracer

StarscreamxArcee

Child(s):

BulkheadxWheeljack

Child(s): Spark

BumblebeexSmokescreen

Child(s):

forced ShockblastxRatchet

Warnings: Violence, kidnapping, blood, some gore (maybe), fluff, sparking, mpreg, kissing, mechs (and femme) changing, mentions of interfacing and rape, sadness, depression, and anything else I forgot. And AU mostly. This chapter will be rated M at the beginning during Ratchet's dream/flashback. Please heed. There will be more language content and off-screen rape. If you do not like, then feel free to skip the dream. Thnx.

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro. I only own my characters. Nor do I own any songs that I may or may not use. Depends on what the plot bunnies think.

~~~dream

"Oh Ratchet," a voice sang. "You're late again."

"Shockblast please, I don't want this anymore," Ratchet begged.

He was on his way back to his dorm from his professor's office late that night. The glowing optic seared right into his frame. Memories of the horrid transfluid shoved down his throat surfaced. He didn't want that to happen again. It had been going on for three weeks now, Shockblast threatening to allow his secret being released if he didn't service the mech.

"Too bad," Shockblast cooed. "You don't want your secret to get out now do you? Now get to work."

Ratchet got to his knees in defeat, knowing that he had to. The sound of a panel being opened sounded quiet in the silent night. That vile spike entered his mouth. His mind drifted to a different place, ignoring what was happening. He thought about what he had learned for the day and his studies. A sudden slap sent him to the ground.

"That's it, your valve is mine!" Shockblast snarled, spreading orange and white legs and grabbing the silver interface panel, ripping it off. "I'm going to enjoy this so much."

Ratchet screamed, kicked, and fought to stop this horrible fate. He didn't want his seal to be broken. Not yet. Not when he wasn't bonded. A gag was shoved into his mouth and tied in place to keep him silent. Tears ran down his face as he was violated over and over again.

Who will love me now? I've been used and violated. No one will ever love me Ratchet thought.

Shockblast muttered the same words into his audios, letting the despair sink in. He licked at the tears as he continued. After overloading his pet many times and himself twice, he left. Ratchet collected himself and trudged back to his room. He picked up his damaged panel, repairing it before putting it back. He headed to the washracks to wash off the foul liquid staining his frame.

For years, this happened with Shockblast raping him each night, sometimes with a friend or more with him. It was one night after Ratchet was taken by three mechs that he reported it. None of the higher officials would believe him, even when bringing in those guilty. Ratchet's professor noticed the mental change in his student, even though he was scoring way higher then other students on the tests. When he asked, Ratchet replied that it was nothing.

On a particular night, Shockblast had Ratchet pinned to his own berth and fragging him brutally like there was no tomorrow. The younger medic-in-training cried out, even if it was muffled by the gag. His limbs ached, his wrists, knees, and ankles tied tightly to keep his movements limited. His glazed optics stared at the ceiling above. Primus must of heard him because the door was knocked down. Two students and the professor filed in. The bulky blue mech ripped Shockblast off, holding him until he fell unconscious.

The smaller red mech ran to him, untying the restraints and placing them in a comfortable position. He looked him over, checking the damage on the body.

"Professor Blacklight, this doesn't look good," the mech reported, tone full of concern. "He's been damaged heavily and losing energon."

"Knock Out go get the police. Breakdown, make sure he doesn't wake up," Blacklight ordered. He gently touched his student's face as he sat on the edge of the berth. His thumb wiped away some oral fluid off his cheek. "Ratchet? Ratchet can you hear me? Listen to me, I need you to stay awake for me. You're safe now. He won't ever touch you again."

"Professor I think he's been drugged," said Breakdown, picking up a needle with a drop of liquid left in the tube connecting to it. "I don't know what it is. I've never seen anything like this before."

"I'm taking him to Iacon General. Tell the police what you saw and where I went. He needs help now," said Blacklight, picking up his limp student and running out of the room.

Blacklight stayed with Ratchet the entire procedure as he was repaired and during recovery. On the fifth night of recovering, Ratchet onlined his optics to someone entering the room. He was confused since the black mech was still next to him in recharge. The figure got close, face nuzzling the sensitive audio slightly.

"I will get you one day. It may not be soon, but I will my little pet," Shockblast whispered. "I will claim you as my own slave. Nothing will stop me from getting to you my sweet."

~~~000

Ratchet woke up with a start. The threat from his rapist echoed around in his helm. He trembled with fear, even though Shockblast hasn't been heard from for centuries. Most believed he died or disappeared for good. The lingering pain stayed with him for a while before disappearing. He needed to get to Megatron. He needed his warming comfort and strong arms wrapped around him.

He quickly ran out of the dark room, heading straight for the groundbridge. Luckily Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were the only ones there.

"Ratchet what's wrong?" the yellow twin questioned.

"I need to get to him. Please," Ratchet said shakily, fumbling with the groundbridge controls. "I don't know how long I'll be gone, but if I don't return, tell the others I left for an extended patrol and won't return for a month."

"All right. Be safe," Sideswipe said, setting some coordinates and activating the groundbridge.

Ratchet ran through, opening up his com link to the private line Megatron used.

"Megatron," Ratchet whimpered.

"Ratchet what are you doing awake?" Megatron asked. He sensed the fear creeping into his voice. "What's wrong?"

"I need you to come," Ratchet replied. "I'll explain when I get to your quarters. Please, please just come."

"I will be there shortly. Stay right where you are," Megatron said, disconnecting.

Ratchet waited patiently. A groundbridge flowered open, letting the medic into the warship. Megatron stood by console, turning when he heard pedesteps coming towards him. The medic ran right into his arms, clinging to his spiked form. The warlord was startled, but returned the embrace, walking to his quarters and shutting the door. He sat on the berth, bringing Ratchet close to him.

"Now tell me what happened," Megatron said softly.

"It was a nightmare, or rather a memory during the night," Ratchet explained softly, retelling what happened. "I don't know why I should be so scared. He's most likely dead now. I just need you with me. Don't leave me."

"I will never leave you," Megatron muttered.

"Even if I had been used and dirtied? I'm not the one for you," Ratchet said, looking away with doubt.

"Never. You are perfect for me. What happened is in the past. Even if you had all the problems in the universe, I will still love you," Megatron whispered, pressing a kiss to his love. "Nothing will make me stop loving you."

Tears sprang in Ratchet's optics. No matter what had happened to him, Megatron still wanted and loved him. That made his spark swell with contentment and joy. He was where he wanted to be.

"Can we bond?" Ratchet asked suddenly. Megatron looked down at him, a small grin on his face.

"If that is what you want then of course," Megatron responded.

Ratchet pushed Megatron down, kissing him with passion. They moaned into each other's lips, glossas entangling together. Both opened their chests, allowing each soul to merge. Ratchet cried out, never feeling such intensity before. Megatron felt the familiar feeling of a bond forming. The connection completed, knocking Ratchet unconscious. The warlord closed both chests, moving the older onto next to him.

"Goodnight my Ratchet," Megatron whispered, holding him close.