Chapter 4: Chapter 4
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about the delay, I hope these re-edited chapters are better and give more understanding. I also want to start another fanfiction, but I don't know what? Any ideas, guys? =) Anyway, on with the chapter!
Warning: There is some explicit content in this chapter and, for those of you who do not like forced sex, please, skip it. I will mark the paragraph with ^^^ these, ok?
DISCLAIMER: TFP does not belong to me, if it did, Jack would be techno, Pheonix and Nitro would be causing chaos.
Pheonix ran around a corner, eyes wide in fear. His breathing came out in harsh pants, and his tail coiled around his waist. He skidded round another corner. Shit! Shit, shit, shit! She's gonna fucking kill me!
"PHEONIX!" A loud, but feminine voice screamed, making Pheonix yelp and run even faster. The teenager continued to run, trying each door as he passed. Sadly, each one he tried was locked. Who the hell locks everything?! He mentally fumed, his red eyes darting around. Because of this, the young techno didn't watch where he was going and, unfortunately, he tripped. A dark giggle sounded behind him, making the red-head whimper.
"I've got you now, shit-face."
Jack stared at Bee's back as the yellow and black haired male twisted and turned in front of the shard of reflective glass Ratchet found. The once-cybertronian made a noise of confusion. Jack smiled and shook his head slightly. Bee had been trying to look at his wings for a while now. Close to three hours.
"Bee, stop it. You're gonna hurt yourself." Jack sighed. His blonde friend made a clicking noise with his tongue, turning to look at the younger male.
"W-what happened to me?" Bee asked, slurring his words slightly. Jack shrugged. Honestly, he didn't know. One minute Bee was a giant robot, the next, he was a human male. We better talk to Ratchet, he thought. He stood up and grabbed Bee's arm, dragging him towards the door. "Let's go see Ratch-."
"ALL PERSONNEL REPORT TO NEMISIS BRIDGE"
"Hmm?" Jack and Bee turned towards their room door, watching as dozens of large, robotic creatures made their way to the bridge. "I guess we gotta go, huh, Bumblebee?" Bee grumbled and trudged towards the door, wobbling slightly on his fleshy limbs.
Knockout's optics darkened as he heard the announcement over the intercom, Dammit, I was winning, too, he muttered under his breath and looked over at his opponent. Ratchet was looking up at the ceiling, his blue optics studying the speaker. "Hm." He looked over at the younger medic, "I suppose our game of chess will have to wait."
Knockout sighed, but nodded his head, moving to get up. Ratchet watched the red and gold mech, his optics shining with amusement at the younger's childish attitude. Knockout glared softly at his companion, giving a small smile. Ratchet smiled back and stood, picking up his PDA, before moving and waiting beside the door. Knockout quickly shut down his computer and walked respectfully-skipped, respectfully-towards the older mech, his mouth quirking up into a grin.
"Shall we?" The shorter mech asked. Knockout nodded and slipped through the door first, the smile never leaving his face.
Moans and pants filled the room's dark corners, drawing attention to the two cybertronians, screwing upon the large berth. "Oh primus…." Starscream groaned quietly as Arcee pulled against her restraints, her luminous pink collar jingling slightly. Starscream ran his talons over the femme's gagged mouth as he pounded into her. He licked along the blue femme's neck, while he dug his claws into Arcee's hip. Arcee moaned through the gag, making the Decepticon smirk and speed up. "Oh, Arcee….I didn't think you'd succumb this quickly." Arcee tried her best to glare at the mech above her, but it was ruined by a very loud scream as Starscream pierced her chest armour, gouging shallow gashes through the blue metal. Starscream mockingly scolded Arcee, as if she were a sparkling misbehaving. Arcee screamed in her thought processor. How dare this infuriating creature touch her? How dare he abuse her like this? Why did Optimus, her father-like figure, allow her to share a living space with this piece of scrap? She groaned as the mech dug his teeth into her neck. And why, oh dear primus why, did she enjoy it?
Optimus paced back and forth across the bridge, both arms clutched behind his back. He was so confused about the way his mind-and body, it seems-reacted the Decepticon leader. He didn't understand where it came from, nor how he was meant to ignore it. He didn't want to cause unnecessary problems, but he also didn't want to lie to himself. The blue and red mech groaned, his body falling into a chair-Megatron's chair-and his head fell into his hands. He sighed and closed his eyes. How does one fall for his enemy? Optimus continued to think, sitting in the chair belonging to the creator of his confusion.
"Prime, what are you doing?" a gruff voice asked, Optimus jerk up to stare into the red optics of his host.
"M-megatron?" he cursed softly at the stutter in his voice, but Megatron only grinned. How did the Autobot not hear him come in? It wasn't like he was trying to hide. Optimus cleared his throat and looked up at the taller mech. "What is it?"
Megatron looked down at the smaller bot. From this angle, Optimus seemed vulnerable, innocent…submissive. Megatron growled softly at the thought, causing the object of his mind to stare at him.
"Megatron?" the soft voice brought the Decepticon leader out of his fantasy, causing him to stare at the seated mech. He gave a feral grin and leaned close to the Autobots face and-surprising them both-licked Optimus' cheek. But before Optimus could question the standing mech, multiple footsteps could be heard coming onto the bridge. Megatron just grinned at the stunned bot and turned around to face the gathered Cybertronians, making no move to reclaim his chair. I've got to do that again. He mused, chuckling to himself. Especially if he keeps going red like that.
And sure enough, Optimus was as red as Pheonix's hair.
Smokescreen groaned as he trailed behind Bulkhead and Wheeljack, both wreckers pushing each other back and forth, laughing at secret jokes. Smokescreen looked down at the desert floor, wondering just what was going on. Only three weeks ago, Jack's accident happened, and Smokescreen started having strange dreams about a young boy, with a metal tail and mischievous, crimson eyes. "Hey, Smokescreen, Earth to Smokescreen." A large hand was waved in front of his face, jarring him from his thoughts. Smokescreen shook his head. "Huh?" he blinked and noticed they had arrived at their destination. That was fast. Smokescreen walked towards the large airbase, Bulkhead and Wheeljack following behind. "Do you think he's ok?" Bulkhead whispered-more like shouted-to Wheeljack. Smokescreen hunched his shoulders, as Wheeljack replied, "He's been having nightmares. They seem to be bad. He screams himself awake sometimes."
"Has he told you what they're about?" Bulkhead asked. Smokescreen looked at the floor, hoping it would open up and swallow him. It was true. He had been having nightmares. But they weren't his nightmares. Maybe, he thought, maybe they're his.
Airachnid and Soundwave glared over at Jack and Bee, the smaller looking down in embarrassment, whilst Bee grinned happily. Only they were left, the briefing having finished a number of minutes ago. The two leaders were staring, dumbfounded, at the blonde techno-organic standing next to the blue haired half-ling. How on Primus? They thought in unison. Airachnid and Soundwave-Bee's self-proclaimed parents-hadn't seemed to realise that their son was no longer a Bot, but a half-ling. Optimus opened his mouth to speak, when screams of pain travelled along the corridor.
"WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU DONE?!" a feminine voice shrieked, causing everyone to cover their ears, and Bee to whimper. Jack put his arm around Bee's shoulder, mindful of the blonde's extra appendages.
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, you crazy-ass witch!" this voice was, of course, masculine and probably belonged to-
"PHEONIX!"
Said techno raced through the door to the bridge and hid behind the tallest bot there. Megatron stared at the red-eyed youth, wondering what had made the normally manic child quiver in fear. The answer, that is, came in the form of a young girl, with Knockout-red hair, purple eyes and long slender nails that attached to the small laptop resting on her hip. "I told you to leave shit alone!" the female yelled.
"You were the one that said, 'let's fuck shit up on the nemesis, it'll be a blast'. So don't have a go at me, Glitch!"
The female growled and stalked forward. That is, until the wall caved in and Wheeljack, Bulkhead and Smokescreen entered through the dust. Wheeljack and Bulkhead stared in shock at the close proximity of their leader and Megatron, and no-one was dying. Smokescreen, on the other hand, had optics only for one tailed boy. Smokescreen pointed at the boy.
"You should be dead…"
A/N: So, I tried to make it longer. I still don't know if I should just redo it or whatever. And I hope it's starting to make a little bit sense, but if not, feel free to ask me questions and I'll see if I can answer them. Well, until next time!