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Guest: Ironhide will do anything to protect his little sparkling. Well, technically Sides is not little anymore but... you know. Thank you for your comment! X3
Warning: sticky in this chapter.
Chapter 4
::Ratchet, what should I do?::
Sunstreaker groaned into the comm link, tossed and turned on the empty berth. It had been an orn after he and Sideswipe had made up and decided to become "friends". Although their friendship could be considered short lived, as not long after that, Sideswipe had kissed him. Not on the cheeks like they usually did, but right on the lips.
::Sunstreaker, are you panicking? Are you even Sunstreaker? What the frag had happened to you?:: Ratchet replied on the other side of the comm.
::Ratchet...::
::Go on. What happened after he kissed you? How did you feel?::
Sunstreaker put an arm on his forehelm, flashbacks of that orn returning to his processor. After Sideswipe suddenly kissed him, Sunstreaker was shocked and quickly pushed the red mech away. Not because he hated it, he had tasted worse kisses. And Sideswipe didn't forcefully kiss him, he even apologized after that. But at the back of his processor, the faceplate of the mech who had ruined his life appeared. The mech that he used to love, to give up everything he got to him.
::I pushed him away. He said he was sorry and wouldn't do that again::
::Sounds like you::
::We're still friends, though. It was just... a sudden moment. Both of us didn't think things through,:: Sunstreaker continued, remembering Sideswipe's hurt and regretful faceplate when he was pushed away, ::It was a... pretty lame kiss, though. Just lips::
The yellow mech huffed and Ratchet let out a chuckle in return, ::You want more than just lips?::
::That's not what I meant::
::You did say lame. It meant you want more:: Ratchet playfully said.
Sunstreaker pouted.
::Though I'm amazed that you let him kiss you and still you guys are friends::
::You told me to try::
::I did. And you are doing the right thing. First kiss can be confusing, I know. But you seem to be alright with it. Maybe I can have my hopes up so the next time I see you, you guys already bonded::
::Ratchet, that's fragged up::
The thought of opening his spark for someone else made Sunstreaker shiver. It reminded him of the painful past. But it was the least of his worries right now. Ratchet didn't know Sideswipe's kiss actually wasn't his first kiss. Through the stellar cycles living with the doctor, Sunstreaker had let nobody touch him, let alone kiss him, so it was right for his caretaker to assume that the yellow mech didn't have any romantic interactions with any mech. It had changed when he had come to Kaon and met that mech, though. That mech had taken Sunstreaker's first kiss, first love, and even his first interfacing.
He didn't know if he should take chances with Sideswipe. With his current status as a pleasure mech, he didn't even know if Lockdown ever allowed him to be in a relationship with another mech. ::Sunstreaker? Are you still with me?:: Ratchet pulled him back from his wandering thoughts. The mech groaned, about to say something about Sideswipe. He needed advises, and Ratchet had been a good judge of character.
Suddenly, his quarter's door opened. ::Comm you later, Ratchet. I've got to go:: Sunstreaker said, disconnecting from the comm link. He sat up on the berth, looking at the mech that was walking toward him. His client of this orn, a huge mech with dark blue paint job and red optics. With that size, his spike must be quite enormous. Sunstreaker winced at the thought of it penetrating his valve. Ugh... he even felt sick just thinking about it.
As if sensing Sunstreaker's discomfort, the big mech grinned and sat down on the berth next to him, wrapping an arm around the yellow mech's waist. Sunstreaker's frame stiffened under the strange touch. "So, Sunstreaker, I have heard so much about you. You're famous for your hard-to-get attitudes."
Sunstreaker didn't reply, simply looking away from the stranger's red optics. The big mech let out a small laugh, his servo ran up and down on Sunstreaker's side, "Just as expected. Don't worry, pretty bot. I'll make sure that we'll both feel very good." As said, the mech pulled out a small piece of mineral and showed it in front of the yellow mech, who had turned around. The mineral piece was strange, raw and transparent. Light grey colored its rough texture, tint of white glistening as it reflected the light from outside the window. Sunstreaker had never seen anything like that before, he was sure that it wasn't some kind of Energon though.
"What is it?" he asked, curiously looked at the strange mineral.
"Something that will drive you mad like a turbofox in heat. This, darling, is called Opidium."
Sideswipe laid awake on his berth in his and Ironhide's shared apartment. He remembered his first kiss with Sunstreaker and his spark once again vibrated in a happiness that even he didn't expect. Sideswipe knew what this meant. It meant Ironhide was right, that he loved Sunstreaker. This wasn't the first time he fell in love, after all. He was familiar with the bliss, the comfort his spark felt whenever the mech he loved was around. Just like that mech used to make him feel...
Parts of Sideswipe were scared of the unknown consequences of starting a new relationship, especially with a pleasure mech again. But he didn't want to lose Sunstreaker, didn't want to stop meeting him and didn't want their relationship to just be casual. He wanted more. He wanted that beautiful mech to smile at him, to call him a "sweetspark", though he doubted Sunstreaker would actually do so, to wrap his arms around him and make him feel good. He told himself, he would take it slow this time, and he would try to think things through. He was scared of starting a new relationship but he was excited as well.
Maybe, he should try one more time.
Sunstreaker had let him kiss him, had accepted his apologies for being rush and hadn't gotten mad at him afterward. Sideswipe would take these as positive signs. They were friends for now, for both of them to have some times to think about what they should do. Sideswipe convinced himself that he would be more careful this time, and the next time he met Sunstreaker he would tell him that he was willing to try. But the issues were still there, Sunstreaker was a pleasure mech and not until his contract with Lockdown ended, he couldn't entirely belong to Sideswipe and the red mech had to accept that his Sunny would share berths with many more mechs. As they had developed their relationship, Sideswipe grew more and more uncomfortable with that fact.
And then there was Ironhide...
Sideswipe had been reluctant to return home because of Ironhide. He didn't want to meet the old mech and get into another argument with him. In the end, Sideswipe wandered around the city after he had left the Nuts 'n' Screw for what felt like megacycles, trying to bolstering his courage and preparing speeches to meet the old Battlemaster again. He stopped by the Illusionist, grabbed a high-grade, drank it empty and quickly drove back home before he changed his mind. The gladiator had expected to see Ironhide waiting for him, crossing his arms across his chestplate and yelling at him as soon as he stepped into their apartment. And he had also prepared to defense himself, his opinions about Sunstreaker and even tell Ironhide that he loved the yellow mech. But the reality had been less exciting. Ironhide wasn't home when Sideswipe returned. There were no notes or clues about his whereabouts either.
The red mech didn't know whether he should be worried or relieve about Ironhide's absence. Sideswipe retreated to his room afterward, though. A couple of megacycles later, the young mech heard the unlocking sound of his apartment's door, signaling the return of Ironhide. Before Sideswipe could leave his room to go have a talk with the old mech, Ironhide had left again. This time, he did leave a note, saying how Sideswipe shouldn't be worried about him and he had some businesses to attend to. There were nothing about Sunstreaker or their previous argument. The note almost seemed too normal, as if nothing had happened.
Sideswipe didn't know what was going on in Ironhide's CPU.
Ironhide hadn't returned home since. A sudden wave of panic in his spark had urged Sideswipe to think that he should go out and look for the older mech. He had to make him understand that Sunstreaker was different and he had no intentions of getting hurt again. The red mech sat up on the berth, intending to do as he planned. Suddenly, he felt on his side, frame overheating and optics shuttering.
What the frag...? He thought as an almost unbearable charge shot through him. His interface cover snapped open immediately and his spike sprung out right after that, fully pressurized. He was sure that he didn't think of anything inappropriate. So why the frag that he suddenly felt horny in all of sudden?
"Fraaag...," he groaned, a servo moved down to wrap around his leaking spike. Even his valve felt wet and it was weird since he had always preferred to use his spike. This had to end. He needed to. He had to...
Sunstreaker wrapped a servo around the base of the mech's enormous spike while letting his glossa playing with its tip. His optics shone too bright, their usual cerulean color was now almost white. The big mech grinned, putting a servo on the back of Sunstreaker's helm and forcefully pushed him down on his spike. The yellow mech almost gagged, his mouth seemed too small for the spike as it hit the back of his vocalizer, but he didn't care.
He needed to get rid of this stupid charge.
A couple of cycles ago, as soon as the big mech had bitten half of the mineral that he called Opidium, Sunstreaker had felt unsettling and tried to move away from his grip. But before he could escape the mech had gripped him harder and he was sure that slagger had been getting stronger suddenly. Was that because of that piece of Opidium? In a few kliks, the mech had pinned him on the berth and tried to force the other half of the Opidium into his mouth. Sunstreaker had tried to bite, to punch, to kick him off him. He didn't want that stupid mineral, he had even, shamefully, tried to beg when all of his attempts had been useless against the much bigger and strangely stronger mech. Please, please, don't do this. Please get off me. Please, I don't want it. It just went on like that and his spark had been feeling like it was being shattered to pieces. He had even felt that fragger's spike rubbed against his codpiece and it was horrible. The faceplate of Sideswipe had flashed before his optics and he desperately wanted him here. Sideswipe would help him. Sideswipe wouldn't let that mech hurt him. He never liked calling for help from anyone but he wanted Sideswipe here. He had actually screamed for the designation Sideswipe and the mech had responded by grabbing his servo around his neck, choking him up. He sobbed, whispering pleas and mumbling the word 'Sides' repeatedly like a mantra.
It went against all of his own morality and instincts but he had wanted to comm Ratchet and even Lockdown. He wanted to tell them to come and do whatever they can to help him, to make that mech stop and get the frag off him. Before he had actually commed those two, the big mech had grabbed his chin and forced his mouth to open, planting a forceful kiss on his lips and using his glossa to push the piece of mineral down the yellow mech's vocalizer.
This was even worse than Lockdown's switch as he felt charge shot through him almost immediately, both of his interface covers snapped opened and optics shone too bright. What even worse was that he actually wanted to be fragged. His processor had been too dizzy and lost in so much charge that he didn't care if he had to act like a real pleasure mech to be fulfilled, he didn't even remember his designation and his usual proud and sullen self. Pride and dignity be damned.
What did they put in that mineral anyway?
As his mouth and glossa continued to pleasure the mech's spike, he slid a servo down to play with his own valve, now being too wet and clenching on air. He moaned, feeling the spike straining inside his mouth, almost too much to bear, yet arousing at the same time. A digit slid into his valve, nudging and rubbing against the soft mesh inside. Lubricant started seeping out of it under the influence of the Opidium and the encouragement of his digit, coating the servo a glistening silvery pink. The big mech groaned at the scene where Sunstreaker was sucking him off while playing with his own valve. He used both servos to grab the yellow mech's helm fins, keeping him still while thrusting his hips upward, into the hot cavern of the mech's mouth.
Sideswipe spread his legs wider as he threw his helm back, hitting the berth beneath. Both servos were pumping his spike up and down in a ridiculous fast pace. The red mech was now moaning and cursing at the same time. He needed this to end. He needed an overload. he needed something, someone, he needed...
"Sunny..."
Sideswipe gasped as the yellow mech's faceplate flashed into his processor. They hadn't done anything intimately, kissing was the only and the most romantic interaction they had ever given each other. That didn't mean Sideswipe wasn't attracted to Sunstreaker, to his beautiful faceplate and strong yet graceful frame. Oh Primus, how he wanted to interface with Sunstreaker. He had thought of this once or twice before but he never actually did it, not without the yellow mech's agreement and affection.
He wondered, how Sunstreaker would look when he was about to overload, when Sideswipe pushed his spike into him. Would he moan? Would he wrap his arms around him and scratch his shoulder, losing in ecstasy? Would he be a loud mech or a silent one in berth? The questions made Sideswipe's charge even rose higher as he increased his speed, thrusting his hips upward in sync with his servos.
"Oh, Sunny,..."
The nickname even made him feel dirty and aroused. He offlined his optics, imagining it wasn't his servos but Sunstreaker's wonderful plum lips wrapping around his spike, glossa licking and sucking him off, or his wet, leaking valve as he rode the red spike in abandonment. He moaned Sunstreaker's designation, trying to picture in his processor the image of a horny, gorgeous Sunstreaker with dim optics and feral smile. The imaginary Sunny gave his spike one last lick and that was it for Sideswipe as he overloaded. Hard.
Sunstreaker choked as he felt the mech's overload, his fluids flood into the yellow mech's vocalizer. The big servos still held his helm still, forcing Sunstreaker to swallow all of the fluids. And he did. Worse, under the influence of the Opidium, Sunstreaker actually liked it. The big mech grabbed the back of his neck, pull him upward and away from the still-hard spike. He grinned at the sight of a needy Sunstreaker whose optics were darkened with lust, lips slightly opened with a trail of transfluid running from his lower lip to his chin.
"Aren't you a beautiful slut?" the dark blue mech grabbed Sunstreaker's arms and pull him forward, letting the smaller bot straddle him. The lust, the arousal was still there. He rubbed his large spike against Sunstreaker's aft, earning a moan from the yellow mech. "What do you want, pretty bot?" he asked, running a thumb on the pleasure mech's lips.
Sunstreaker only groaned and licked the thumb in return, optics shone dimly. He wanted to be fragged, he wanted this charge to disappear. His processor right now felt like it only contained the most basic coding, namely 'how to get fragged' because he couldn't be able to think of anything else besides having a spike deep inside his valve. "I take it you want a frag?" the big mech smirked, slowly pushing the thumb into the willing mouth that was now sucking it off eagerly. Sunstreaker started to move slowly as a response, rubbing his aft against the spike while letting his own spike leaving a smear of lubricant on the other mech's abdomen.
"Then ride me, slut," the big mech growled aggressively, moving his servos to grip Sunstreaker's yellow thighs. The smaller mech shivered at the command. He wanted this. Needed this. He had to. He lifted his hips up; slowly ease the entrance of his valve down the spike. It was huge, and Sunstreaker felt like it was tearing him in half just with its tip pushing his valve's folds aside. Suddenly, Sideswipe's faceplate and his first kiss with him appeared in his processor. No no no. He didn't want this. Make it stop. He-
Sunstreaker screamed in pain as the big mech grabbed his hips to slam him down on his spike. His pain sensor alerted the damage immediately and Sunstreaker was sure that his valve was definitely being torn. "S-slo-slowe-" Sunstreaker gasped in pain, legs trembling as he fell forward, down onto the mech's chestplate, digits curled into fists to try to fight the pain. His plea didn't seem to reach the big mech, though, or somehow it had even made him more aroused as he lifted the yellow mech's hips up and slammed him down at the same time he thrust upward. The fragging spike was so huge that it hit the gestation tank with too much force Sunstreaker thought he was going to purge. The yellow mech screamed again, static filled his voice.
There were so much pain in his valve, and he could look down and see that his and the mech's thighs were covered in not only lubricants but also energon. His energon. His valve was ripped and he was bleeding so much and it hurt so bad. "P-ple-pleas-" Sunstreaker moaned, mixing with both pleasure and pain. He didn't know what he was pleading for, truthfully. He wasn't sure whether he wanted the mech to stop or to frag him harder. He was hurt like frag yet he needed to get rid of the charge and he needed to fragging overload even if he bled to offline.
The big mech, also lost in his own lust, could only interpret Sunstreaker's plea as a pleasure one and drove his spike faster and harder into the bleeding valve.
Sideswipe had thought it was over.
He had thought that once he had reached the overload he needed the charge would be long gone. But his spike still stood tall and even his valve cover had snapped opened. It was never this bad. He had never been this charged up. The red mech groaned in frustration, servos dove down once again in a desperate attempt to get himself another overload. He offlined his optics and let the imaginary Sunstreaker appeared in his processor again.
"Sunny..."
He groaned as he grabbed his spike in one servo, stroking it up and down as he imagined Sunstreaker was now riding it, a smug grinned ran across the beautiful faceplate and frag it, it made Sideswipe's frame even hotter. His valve was leaking and he let the task of pleasuring it to the other servo. Digits rubbed against the soft rim before one slid in and Sideswipe twitched at the intrusion. He rarely used his valve in interfacing and it felt really weird there, not bad though, but he was too charged up to even care. His servos felt good, but it wasn't enough. He wished Sunstreaker was really here, actually riding his spike with his wet and moist and all of the most wonderful adjectives Sideswipe could think of to describe his valve.
The red mech moaned at the imaginary Sunstreaker, at all the things he would do to him and he felt overload approaching him fast. It took him only a few cycles to reach another hard, wonderful overload with both of his spike and valve. Fluids from both of his interface parts covered his lower frame and the berth beneath. He wanted this to be over, he wanted the charge to cool down since his HUD was screaming at the low energon status and he didn't really want to imagine more of the dirty things he would do to Sunstreaker.
But his frame once again betrayed him as the charge was still there.
He kept self-servicing for what felt like megacycles with only Sunstreaker in his processor. He overloaded over and over again and he even started to feel ashamed as he kept imagining fragging Sunstreaker with every interfacing position he knew, kept thinking about all the inappropriate things he would do to the yellow mech.
In the end, it was the low energon status that had freed him from the annoying charge. His system, after sensing the energon threshold was at an alarming rate, automatically shut down as a way to protect itself from the stasis lock. His optics offlined, His sensor nodes offlined. His cooling fans swirling fast in an attempt to protect the frame from overheating and damaging its innards before ended up being offline themselves. The gladiator's frame fell flat onto the berth, motionless.
Only his spark pulsed silently under the red chassis.
Sunstreaker was hurt, badly.
The big mech now had him laying on his front as he slammed into him from behind. Sunstreaker buried his helm into the berth, denta gritted painfully and servos curled tight. He was sure his vocalizer was fried since he couldn't scream, or moan, or even make any sounds. But that didn't stop the dark blue mech to continuously frag him hard. His valve burned and hurt too much. Lubricants mixing with energon leaked down from his damaged valve to the berth below and it really made Sunstreaker unsettling. At this rate, he would need to have his valve replaced.
He didn't remember how many times had the big mech fragged him but he really didn't care right now. Although his valve hurt like slag, he still had some nice overloads so he really couldn't make any complaints. He was so full of transfluids and his tank felt like it was going to burst. Yet the enormous spike kept its merciless assault and hit the back of this valve every time it slammed in. He was hurt everywhere inside his frame, even his tank was in pain and he felt a purge coming. In one particular hard thrust, Sunstreaker couldn't take it anymore and he purged for real, threw up all of his remaining digested energon and maybe that fragging piece of mineral too. Because he started to feel the effect of the Opidium slowly fading away, letting his system rebooting and his self-consciousness was coming back. A wave of disgust and shame hit him hard and all he could do was offlining his optics and burying his face in his servos. He sobbed and screamed in silent as the pain from both of his valve and his spark invaded his frame.
He was truly the most disgusting mech.
He had been violated. He had begged, had cried and sobbed like a weak, pathetic mech. What Sideswipe would say when he knew about this? Was he still good enough for him? In the end, he had lost so much energon that his system had to shut down. To Sunstreaker, it was the most merciful thing that ever happened to him. He lied unconscious on the berth while the mech behind him kept pounding into his used and broken valve.
Meanwhile, at The 'Illusionist'...
Ironhide looked at the glass of high-grade in his servo, conflicted thoughts invaded his processor. The bar was loud, crowded with mechs from both middle and upper-class circles in Kaon. They were chatting, arguing and fighting and drinking, either in celebration or just for the fun of it. On the stage, a black and white mech with a stripe of blue run down his chassis and a light blue visor on his faceplate was in charge of mixing the music for the bar. It was nice, in fact, it was brilliant, but not too many mechs really came here to enjoy the music. Even Ironhide came here just to drown his sorrow and confusion in the high-grade.
"That's your tenth glass, Ironhide."
A voice caused the old mech to lift his optics away from the glass. As soon as he realized who, Ironhide grunted and quickly finished his glass. Right after that, he ordered another one.
"Eleventh."
"What do you want, Prowl?" Ironhide scowled, snatching his drink from the white and blue bartender when he gave it to him.
The white Enforcer shook his helm and sat down next to Ironhide on a bar-stool, "Did something happen to Sideswipe?" he asked, knowing too well that almost all of Ironhide's problems were related to the young gladiator.
And he was right, as Ironhide turned to give Prowl a glare, but the white mech kept his determined and serious look, mixing with the concern for his old friend. Ironhide sighed, took a sip from the glass and silently nodded.
"What did he do this time?" Prowl asked.
Ironhide signed again, "Well... what didn't he do? That stupid glitch is in love, again."
"That's a shame. Bluestreak really has a big crush on him. But I take it it's not a mech you want him to fall for," Prowl said, signalling the bartender and order for himself a high-grade glass.
"Prowl, he's in love with a pleasure mech," Ironhide grunted.
Prowl shot the old Battlemaster a look. His usual inexpressive faceplate now colored in surprise, "A pleasure mech? Ironhide..."
"I fragging know what that means!" Ironhide slammed his glass on the bar hard, cut Prowl off from continuing, "I tried to talk to him, to convince him that it was a pleasure mech that almost ruined his life! But the slagger didn't listen!"
Prowl received his drink from the young bartender, nodding as a way to say thanks and then looking back at the venting old mech, "Ironhide, I'm speaking as an outsider and someone who has the ability to think straight better than the two of you..."
Ironhide glared at Prowl, but didn't say anything.
"...not all pleasure mechs are bad, Ironhide. And do you really think Sideswipe actually wants what happened to him happens again? Do you even trust him to make the right decisions?"
The old mech didn't answer, taking another sip of high-grade and looking down at the bar, "I don't know what to think, Prowl. I was sure that Sideswipe would get himself hurt again. I was aggressive, trying to knock some sense into that slagging CPU. But then I saw that pleasure mech..."
Prowl patiently waited for Ironhide to continue, slowly drinking his high-grade while blue optics fixing on the bartender who was now flirting with a customer with forest green paint job.
"...His designation is Sunstreaker, and he looks like Sideswipe a lot. Same-frame, like you and Bluestreak. Different paint job and some minor details, that's all. Could even have fooled anyone that they're brothers. And maybe that's why I felt... right when I looked at them. I saw how they interacted with each other and I had a sudden regret of ever thinking about separating them. But I'm worried about Sideswipe at the same time. I don't want him to get hurt again."
Prowl looked back at Ironhide and then at his glass of high-grade on the bar, "Tell me, Ironhide," he said after a couple of kliks, "Your glass of high-grade. Is it half-empty or half-full?"
The old mech grunted, "What is it? Some kind of test? I'm still not over-charged you know?"
"It's not a test. It's just about how you interpret happening events in your life. Not all things are good but not all things are bad, either. Although in Kaon, bad things tend to happen more often," the white mech stopped to look at the bartender, then continued, "You'll never find answers at the end of a high-grade glass. Sideswipe needs you more than both of you think so I suggest you clean up, get out and return to him. You guys need to talk, not yell at each other because I know that's how you two usually do things. You have to support him while making sure that Sunstreaker is actually good for him."
Ironhide looked at his glass, Prowl's words dancing in his processor. He remembered Sideswipe's rage and even his happiness when it came to Sunstreaker. He had watched the camera footage recording Sideswipe and Sunstreaker's activities in the closed quarter and they were too pure, too adorable that Ironhide actually felt bad for yelling at Sideswipe and calling Sunstreaker a whore.
"It is you who are being paranoid. You are the one who has troubles believing in other mechs. Why don't you try to open your spark to trust that Sunstreaker wouldn't hurt me? To see how happy I was when I was with him?"
Sideswipe's words rang inside his CPU, reminding him that the young mech wasn't the only one who had problems. Ironhide hated to admit that he was right, though. Through stellar cycles he had tried to convince himself that Sideswipe was the paranoia one who needed assurances and lessons to know that not everyone wanted to hurt him. He was such a coward. He had been running away, using his own adopted sparkling's problems to hide his. More than anyone else, he, too, needed an assurance that no mech could hurt his little sparkling. He didn't know if he should trust Sunstreaker. But Prowl was right, sitting here won't change anything, and it won't answer any questions he was having. Instead of letting Sideswipe by himself, he should have been there for him.
"Half-full. And let it be that way."
Ironhide finally replied and pushed the half-full glass of high-grade away from his servo. He stood up, left the Credits and turned around, heading out of the Illusionist. Prowl looked at the glass, slightly chuckled and continued with his drink.
"You just made me lose a customer, you know that?"
The voice made the white mech to look up. It came from the young bartender, who was crossing his arms across his chestplate, "Now I can't clean up this drink," he said, "At least not until that old mech comes back."
"Never take you for the sentimental kind," Prowl commented, taking a sip. His optics carefully eyed the white and blue bartender.
"I can be if I want to. Besides, I don't think I have the spark to dump his optimism into the sink. I'll keep his drink half-full until he comes back, then," the mech chuckled, putting Ironhide's glass away. Prowl still carefully observed the mech, what he said next nearly made the Enforcer twitch.
"How are Scrapper and Hook?"
"Don't think you're interested."
"They trashed my place. Of course I'm interested," the young bartender smiled.
"They're in the brig. That's all," Prowl simply said.
The bartender hummed, optics looking at Prowl while the white mech's stared right back at him. There was something shady, weird, and suspicious about this bartender, about his relaxed and confident attitudes. He and Chromedome hadn't found anything Opidium-related in his bar and the bartender didn't have any criminal records. Yet something about him rubbed the Enforcer off the wrong way. Suddenly, Prowl's private comm link pinged and he sighed at the designation. The Enforcer turned around and spotted the mech who had been mixing music for the bar. He was grinning and waving a servo at him. Seriously, Prowl didn't even know how he had his comm link signature.
"He's interested in you, officer," the bartender smiled, "I take it you're receiving a comm from him?"
"No," Prowl said as he put a servo on his audial, answering the comm from the music mixing mech, "from a mech whose date is about to be rejected."
"Easy, Sunshine. You'll be fine. Your vitals are good and fully functional. Just take it easy."
Sunstreaker winced as he slowly onlined his optics, a familiar voice ringing in his audials. His screen refreshed a couple times before getting a clear image. Almost immediately after seeing Lockdown, Sunstreaker scowled and groaned in irritation.
"Does it offline you to show a little gratitude for the mech who had saved your life?"
Lockdown said but didn't look at Sunstreaker, his optics were busy fixing on the monitor next to the berth. The yellow mech turned to look at the black and green mech, then at the monitor. It showed his energon level, the status of his gestation tank, his spark's pulsing rate and information of his innards. Everything seemed to be normal. He then looked around and realized he was in a hospital's room, too brightly lit and covered in all white, it seemed to be Lockdown had brought him here after he...
Sunstreaker gasped and his spark ached as he remembered what had happened.
"Your gestation tank almost cracked, some of the wires in both of your legs needed replacing due to being over-strained and your vocalizer was damaged. Your valve was broken so the doctor had to replace them, too," Lockdown said in monotone, "The doctor said that your new valve needs time to adjust. He also made some modifications so that your valve will stretch better to take large spikes and endure rough interfacing without causing serious damages."
"Can you just fragging stop talking about my valve?"
Sunstreaker growled, frame shaken in anger. He felt violated, and Lockdown speaking about his valve like it was a simple object made him feel sick. This wasn't the first time he was sent to the hospital because of a valve damage, but it was definitely the worst time. It was not just his frame, his gestation tank, his vocalizer or his valve but also his pride and dignity were wounded because he had fragging enjoyed the rough interfacing. A sudden urge rose inside him. He really wanted to offline that mech, that fragger who had turned him into a disgusting and needy whore.
"Where is he?" the yellow mech sat up from the berth, ignoring the medical lines that were still plugged in his frame, "Where is that fragger so I can beat him into scraps and rip off his spike?"
"Sunstreaker, no," Lockdown turned to look at the yellow mech, "He left after he was done with you, alright? And I won't give away his designation."
"After he was done with me?" Sunstreaker gasped, "Lockdown, did you see all of it? Did you? I know you have a fragging camera in my quarter, you sick glitch! You knew! You saw what he did to me! He drugged me and fragged me against my will! He hurt me and you just sat there and watched until he was done with me? You fragging pile of scraps, you are supposed to care about your employees!"
Lockdown, surprisingly, stayed silent under the yellow mech's raging output. He looked at Sunstreaker's monitor instead, focusing on the numbers and information of his vitals, away from his furious and hurt optics.
"I fragging begged him! I fragging begged him not to push that thing into my mouth! I cried and plead him not to do it and you just watched and did nothing! I even thought of comming you! I even thought of calling you for help and you just sat there watching me being violated on your slagging monitor!", Sunstreaker cried with shaken voice and static-filled optics.
Lockdown suddenly turned to look at the yellow mech. The yellow mech had been expecting the other mech to mock or activate his switch to make Sunstreaker shut up but Lockdown just stared at him with narrowed optics and unreadable faceplate.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Sunstreaker softened his voice, spark-breaking pain visible on his faceplate, "Why did you love me? Why did you show me how wonderful life could be if we were together and then in the end you did this to me? You tricked me and hurt me and threw me away. Did I mean so little to you? Have you ever, for even once, loved me for real?"
Lockdown didn't reply, optics looking down at the floor beneath. "Get out, I don't want to see you. Mock me or activate that fragging switch or do whatever you want later, I don't care. Do me a little favor for old time's sake and leave me alone for a few cycles," Sunstreaker lied back down on the berth, helm turning away from the black and green mech.
Lockdown silently looked at the yellow frame lying on the med berth. It took him a couple of cycles to turn away, heading towards the door. A few steps and he suddenly stopped, "The doctor said that your valve needs to adjust. So take two orns off for yourself. Go see Sideswipe if you want. Just no interfacing because your valve is still sensitive and your frame is in healing. And remember to return after two orns."
"What?" Sunstreaker grumbled, slightly turned to look at the black and green mech.
"Two orns. Do whatever you want. Go wherever you want. You can usually find Sideswipe at the Kaon Arena or The Illusionist. I'll send you the locations later. Although I think you still remember the way to the bar."
Lockdown continued to walk towards the door, "Sunstreaker, different mechs show their loves differently."
Then, the door shut tight as Lockdown left the room, leaving Sunstreaker alone and confused in the bright room. His spark felt too heavy, too much in distress and he couldn't feel his brother. He tried to press into the bond but his brother didn't response. Usually this meant his brother was in a deep recharge and Sunstreaker would wait until he woke up.
But he needed him right now. He needed an assurance, a consolation from his brother. He wanted to bath in his faceless brother's warmth and affection. Like they always did to each other. He also wanted to comm Ratchet, but too ashamed to let him know the truth.
And more than most, he wanted a red mech to lie next to him, to calm him down with his strong presence and with his witty charisma and gentleness, he would let him know everything was going to be alright.
He wanted Sideswipe.
-To be continued-
Thank you for reading till the end!
