Title: Immolation (part 4/100)
Prompt: "Mask"
Verse: G1 (AUish)
Rating: NC-17
Words: 485
Pairings: Inferno/Red Alert, Soundwave/Inferno
Other Characters: None.
Warnings: Sticky. Not especially graphic rape.
Summary: Soundwave takes his turn with Inferno and behaves quite... oddly. Who knows what thoughts lurk behind the telepath's mask?
Notes: A continuation of my series of vignettes on the theme of Inferno being raped, and how he and Red Alert deal with it, centred around prompts from slash_100.
As mentioned before, this, and the next few segments will be out of order, somewhat.
Mask
"Autobot: broadcasting emotions." The melodious yet monotonous voice of Megatron's third in command was almost welcome after his entirely too long session with the screechy-toned Starscream. His physical attentions were an improvement, too. Granted, Inferno was still being violated, but the Decepticon was being almost... gentle.
"Yeah, I bet I am," Inferno muttered darkly. After Megatron had succeeded in provoking him enough to lose their little contest, his ability to control the expression of his emotions had been decimated. It was coming back now, somewhat, but inside he would never be able to find a place of calm. "What's it to ya? I bet ya enjoy it, ya sick slagger."
"Soundwave: does not." The thrusts continued in silence for long moments and then. "Assistance: possible." The offer startled him, and he experienced a brief flood of confusion. Then Inferno felt it, like a spike pressed up against his valve entrance, a mental query, but with enough force behind it to easily break down his defences, making consent purely optional.
He refused nonetheless, with a loud "NO!" that was both mental and physical enough for the blue Decepticon to start a little in surprise. "Pit, no! I ain't lettin' ya mess around in there, not even if ya could make me believe I'm lovin' Red instead of gettin' hammered by y'all!"
"Proposed solution: possible, but unwise. Soundwave's influence: would be obvious."
"I wouldn't let ya do it, anyway," Inferno said, glowering up at the cassette player with as much anger as he could muster. "I don' want anyone makin' the mistake of thinkin' I like this, that I want any of ya. Ya can take yer offer of help, and ya can shove it up yer exhaust! But ya won't do that, ya will just push on through and shut me up anyway, won't ya?"
"Negative."
"What? Why the Pit not?" Inferno was shocked and surprised enough to demand an answer.
"Autobot: violated enough."
If he had been shocked before, Inferno was positively flabbergasted.
The telepath picked up his thrusts slightly. "Megatron: will release Autobots." He informed Inferno tersely. "Impact on Autobot morale: valuable."
"Why?" Inferno asked. "Why are ya tellin' me all this?"
Soundwave did not answer, but overloaded with a faint, rasping groan that was the only indication his composure had slipped. He withdrew immediately, retracting his spike and closing his panel before rising up off the floor and turning to go.
"Fine, don't answer me, ya slaggin' coward!" Inferno shouted. "I hope ya rust an' die! I hope that in yer numb, unfeelin' processor ya can hear me all over this blasted ship, so ya can't get any peace!"
"Soundwave: does." The Decepticon exited the room, leaving Inferno alone again for the short time it took for his next rapist to arrive.