When he began to move, the shadow followed him down the corridors. He tried to run faster, anything to get out of the light and into a hiding spot. When he ran down another corridor , he ran into a dead end.
"Oh no!" He whispered.
He looked around frantically to see if he could find something to hide in or behind. He saw nothing. When he decided it was best to turn around and go a different way, the mech he was running from slammed him against the wall and pinned his arms to each side of his head.
"My dearest apologizes, doctor. I thought I made it comfortable enough for you to stay." Megatron said to him calmly.
Ratchet looked around frantically, at anything other than Megatron.
Megatron leaned into Ratcheto's face and kissed the medic on the lips. Ratchet gasp in shock at the kiss and moaned in displeasure at being kissed by someone that was not Optimus.
The kiss was long and passionate but Ratchet hated it.
"I hope you don't plan to resist my efforts to love you, doctor. It's not everyday I let my affection for anyone show." Megatron said after he stopped kissing Ratchet.
Ratchet whimpered as he was picked up by Megatron. Curse how small he was compared to Megatron! Megatron walked them down a hallway that seemed familiar.
They soon come to a door that was large and wide, very noticeable in a hallway of small doorways. Megatron typed in the code to the room and Ratchet found himself thrown into the room.
Ratchet screamed as he was thrown but closed his mouth when he landed on something soft. He looked down to see he landed on a pillow, a bed to be exact. And a lustful mech plus a bed equals... oh no!
Ratchet quickly tried to get up but found himself being pushed back on the bed with ease.
"Just lay down and enjoy yourself, Ratchet." Megatron said.
Megatron slowly laid down on top of Ratchet who's fear of what was to be was high he was shaking. Ratchet looked up at Megatron with wide and large optics in fear.
"Please don't..." Ratchet was cut off by Megatron kissing him.
Megatron started to slid Ratchet's body closer to him and stroked his hips to end up at Ratchet's valve. When he got a grip on it, Ratchet started to whine.
"I beg you, please don't... Optimus won't-"
"Care I stole his chosen mate and used his lover as a interfacing toy? He most definitely will, and I can't wait to see the out come," Megatron hissed and tore the codpiece off and hurt the edge of Ratchet's valve in the process.
Ratchet cried out in pain as his valve was getting torn open by the warlord so brutally. It pulsed and hurt slightly as he tried to keep Megatron from seeing or feeling the valves pain. But Megatron saw it anyway and laughed.
"Oh, Ratchet," Megatron chuckled, "Such a delicate 'bot. I love how medics are very fragile, no matter the bulk. You can always break them with such brutal force..."
Megatron traced Ratchet's helm armor softly and his claws didn't strike or scratch Ratchet, just stroked softly in a loving way. Ratchet wanted to bat the servo away but instead of revolting, his body slid further down into Megatron's shadow and he put his own servo on top of Megatron's larger, sharper one. The medic panicked on the inside on what he was doing, why was he doing this?! He panicked on what was next, his body turned to the side, his legs laying on top of each other and his bottom laying over top of Megatron's crotch plate. The warlord growled but it was one of lust and he pressed the medic down to the berth. Ratchet moaned and the two dove in fast to kiss each other half way, Ratchet moaning the whole time.
Ratchet gasped when he awoke, the newly formed darkness welcoming to his optics. He tried to sit up but he found his servos where high above his head in a bind. He was laying down, he knew this, and he was comfortable (in a strange way) so he wanted nothing to ruin this.
But his wishes are on the rotten side as of late...
"Well, if it isn't the doctor who can't take his drugs to well," Knock Out said as he stood over the medic, "Wakey, wakey!"
Ratchet groaned as he watched the vanity freak medic stare down at him in a predator like way, watching Ratchet like an animal.
He was upset when Knock Out put his servos on the berth next to his arm and leaned on it, probably to mock on his freedom.
"Now, since I fixed your knee, I think it's story time," Knock Out said.
"You fixed me under Megatron's order, I see no reason to tell you a word," Ratchet huffed as he turned his helm.
"Actually I fixed your leg AND got Megatron to leave you alone til tomorrow, stopped a few curious drones from checking your valve, stopped Starscream from doing anything while you recharged, and finally I gave you fresh energon instead of the energon that could make you into a lifeless drone. Now, care to share some details?" Knock Out said slyly.
Ratchet couldn't believe Knock Out had kept him from being... Well, in a terrible, terrible position.
"Why did you give in?" Knock Out asked.
"I... don't follow," Ratchet said as he looked at Knock Out fully in the optics.
"I know you could have fought against Megatron the first time he tried to have you, but you only struggled a little and let him have his ways," Knock Out said, "I want to know why you gave in."
"Well, not all Cybertronians are as youthful as they act and the elders aren't as ragged as they pretend," Ratchet said, "And like it or not, this is not the first I have done this."
"I not sure I follow," Knock Out said in a confused way.
"I have been... on the outskirts of my limits lately, and I have been captured, stressed, raped, and drugged several times. But this is definitely not the first time I've been in the servos of someone who is obsessed with me."
"Boy, Megatron's obsessed?" Knock Out said with mock tone, "This is getting juicy!"
"When I was still in academy, I had a lot of free time when I got done with my work almost immediately after I got it..." Ratchet began.
"Lucky," Knock Out said.
"So, I decided that after half a semester in, I needed to... explore," Ratchet said the last part funny.
"The campus?" Knock Out asked interested.
Ratchet shook his helm, "Relationships. I left my dorm about what humans call, sunset..."
Ratchet looked around at the pairs and trines of students all around him while he was lonely. He sighed and looked around sadly to see one of his true friends from his childhood was probably doing his work still. The work was only a six thousands word essay on the history of Primus and Unicron for half their grade.
Ratchet walked away from all the friends in groups and walked down the corridor for the gymnastics class which was still in the gym. He walked past the lockers (silver completely) and walked to the stands to sit in. He watched the students run (which he found out was a twenty seeker run, in human words, a twenty lap jog) and how one of his other friends, Ironhide, was in the front, running laps over the others. He pulled out a datapad with his morning class, medicine and biomedical sciences, information on it and began to read until Ironhide's run ended.
Soon, he found the stands not as empty when a stranger plopped down in the bleacher next to him.
"Um, hello," Ratchet said to the stranger.
"'Ey!" The stranger answered, "What's a skinny littl' bot like ya' doin' in the big mechs room?"
Ratchet's build was quite small (the Cybertronian ambulance he chose wasn't that complicated and detailed) so his frame showed quite a bit of his skinny and frail protoform. Ratchet had a white paint job with red streaks over his frame, adding to the doctor/scientists look, and occasionally if you look you would see the red with the faintest of lime green underneath and on the edges of it. And the chevron on his forehead may have been large and sharp but they were pointed against his helm in a safe look because he bent them slightly so he didn't make a mistake with how large and sharp they were. Plus, he had doorwings on his back that if someone grabbed to harshly, he would scream and fall to his knees.
"Just so you know," Ratchet began in a matter-of-a-fact tone, "I am not "little" in any way and these mechs aren't as heavy as you say."
"You have a fire in ya' words," The stranger said, "I like it."
Ratchet couldn't believe this... was he flirting or trying to make him a friend?
"Hey, Ratch!" Ironhide called and climbed the stands and looked at the stranger with a glare, "Why are you sitting with him, Barricade?"
The purple and black praxian, Barricade, leaned back in the stands and Ratchet found a servo behind him, "Come on, 'Hide, I want to make new friends to."
"But you usually do something evil to make a friend," Ironhide said and growled, "Take your servos off Ratch!"
Barricade pulled his servos back and held them up in from of him, showing surrender, "Chill, 'Hide! I just want love to!"
Ironhide snapped and tried to reach for Barricade, but he was gone as he dashed to the locker room.
"Ironhide, why did you do that?" Ratchet said as he looked at the black jock.
"That's Barricade, one of the academy's worst pranksters, juvenile, and creepiest person on campus. He gets off to making friends- targets- out of mechs who have no friends and could be an easy target," Ironhide said as he looked at Ratchet, getting scared at Ratchet's angry glare.
"So I'm weak and I have no friends?!" Ratchet asked in a very upset to tone.
"W-wait, Ratch-!" Ironhide didn't finish his sentence when Ratchet got up with a start and stomped his way out of the gym, pushing another student who was standing in the doorway out of the way and into another. He sighed, he screwed up, didn't he?
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Ratchet had his datapad and a flush on his face, so Ironhide thought he couldn't make friends, huh? Well, so goes Ironhide's theory, he was going to make friends with Barricade, to show him!
As Ratchet relieved it was almost curfew for the students so he made his way to the dorms. Orion must be worrying about him by now, Ironhide must have commed him by now. Ratchet was only at the edge of the dorms section of the school when he saw Barricade waiting by the first door in the long upper hall.
"Barricade?" Ratchet began but found Barricade hugging him in a bear hug, "This is... um, sudden..."
Barricade put his helm in Ratchet's neck and he breathed in and out on the cables that were so delicate to his breath puffs. Ratchet shivered and tried to get Barricade to let go of him but the larger but younger Praxian was stronger then him.
"Your smell is so unique," Barricade said, "I could tell your a mix between Polyhexian and Praxian but you grew up in Iacon."
He was right.
"Your smell makes me wanna-" Barricade bite Ratchet mid-sentence.
"Ah!" Ratchet cried out as he was pressed to the wall, servos bound.
"I can tell Ironhide warned you about me," Barricade said as be pressed against Ratchet, "You should listen to him more!"
Barricade bit his neck and held his arms against the wall harshly and Ratchet's lower half squirmed and twisted. No! He had a seal! He wanted to cry out but Barricade was biting so hard, it made him draw energon and his vocalizer shut off.
As Barricade began to kiss and ravish his frame in an inappropriate way, Barricade was pulled away. Ratchet looked up to see the three dorm ministers were pulling Barricade away and Orion and Ironhide were standing with the school nurse checking him over.
"Ratchet, are you okay?!" Orion asked in total worry.
"I-I'm fine, Orion... can you quite squeezing my servo n-now?" Ratchet said as Orion let go of his servo to sigh.
"Ratchet, I warned you!" Ironhide said, "Please, listen to me next time! Please! Barricade could have gotten into you any second he wanted to!"
Ratchet blushed, did Ironhide really say that in front of Orion and the nurse?!
"He never got that-!" Ratchet got cut off by the nurse.
"Ratchet, I would suggest you look down," The nurse said as he looked at Ratchet's neck.
Ratchet looked down and gasp as he saw his valve was exposed. Oh PRIMUS! Did Barricade get his valve open literally?! How without him feeling it?! Quickly, he shut his valve and put his legs together, feeling exposed.
"Ratchet," Orion said nd made Ratchet look at him, "You are not to trust anyone without me or Ironhide's consent."
Like Primus he wouldn't.
"So, all this and you feel... violated to?" Knock Out asked the chained medic as his story ended.
"No," Ratchet said in a slightly cracked voice, "Because I feel like I'm alone, all over again!"
