The scout was hanging, still. Dreadwing had chosen the scout merely because he had helped kill his brother. This was torture enough, hanging from his arms. He expected the scout to break, and Bumblebee did. He blipped and bleeped for Dreadwing to ease his pain, until his optics brightened and he began to chirr and whine for him, but the mech wouldn't have it.

"You killed my brother. You killed Skyquake. Do you remember him?"

The scout chirred again and tried to nuzzle Dreadwing's servo as it slapped him across the face. It surprised the mech that the scout nuzzled his servo anyway and the mech slapped him so hard the mouth piece unhinged and clattered to the floor.

Bumblebee stared at it for a moment before he looked at Dreadwing, his mouth opening as static surged from his damaged vocals. His mouth was scarred, but not as badly as Wheeljack's. Dreadwing slapped the young mech again, smirking when the scout made another burst of static around the word master.

He cut him down and made the mech get up. "Rise, you pathetic excuse for a mech!" He kicked him in the stomach when he dind't rise fast enough, then he laughed again.

Bumblebee got up quicker this time, then he nuzzled up to the mech, reminding Dreadwing of a scraplet before it ate someone's spark out.

Megatron was very interested to see what Dreadwing had accomplished. "He is tame already?"

Dreadwing shoved the scout forward. He landed and skidded on his belly before he jumped back up and ran back to Dreadwing's side. "And seemingly glued to my side, master." He watched Optimus play with a toy, a sphere that changed colors with every touch. Megatron was petting his pet's aft, which didn't distract the Prime one bit, but Optimus was obviously alert to his master's needs because he moved so he could lick at his neck and audio.

"Yes, well, pets are like that, aren't they? I would recommend hurrying the little one into your quarters for some master-and-pet time, but he seems perfectly content to try now." Megatron leaned forward in amusement, and that prompted Dreadwing to look down.

Bumblebee was nuzzling his helm between his legs, licking and nipping along the seams in his armor. The mech grunted and tried to move away, but that just opened up his valve for the scout, and he jumped on it immediately.

Megatron made a soft jealous sound. "Optimus would have to be ordered to do that to me..."

Dreadwing bared his denta as the scout forced his glossa against the mech's valve cover, and it shinked back without his permission. He glared at Megatron all the while, forcing himself to stay still so he wouldn't roll onto his belly and force his aft into the air, begging his pet to do what he was broken to do.

Dreadwing overloaded quickly. Megatron gave Optimus a cue and the Prime slowly walked over to lap up Dreadwing's fluid as well. Bumblebee and Optimus growled as they licked the floor, moving closer to each other. Soon Dreadwing was between two ticked-off mechs.

Megatron called Optimus back and the Prime took off, jumping into his master's lap and he licked the warlord's lips.

"Mm. Dreadwing. Why have I not taken you to my berth before?"

Dreadwing shrugged. "We have been busy..." He looked down at Bumblebee, snapped his digits, and he walked away with his pet. "I will be in my quarters if you desire me later for anything besides your berth."

"Trust me, Dreadwing, I have my spike busy in another mouth." His servo clapped against Optimus' aft for emphasis and Dreadwing growled lowly.

"Understood, master." He shut the door behind him, then he walked down to his quarters to set up a space for Bumblebee.

The scout stood in the doorway, watching Dreadwing even though the mech offered the berth for him to sit. When he turned to glare at the scout, he realized his mistake. He made the offer an order, and the scout obeyed.

He pushed the scout to the foot of the berth, then laid down for a nap. When he woke, the scout was still there. He had expected a cuddle during the night. As soon as the scout registered his master was staring at him, he sat up and chirred. Somehow, he had the mouth piece back. Dreadwing smirked and he rubbed his helm.

"Skyquake would frag you so hard into this berth...you're lucky you killed him." He slowly spread his legs again and tapped his valve cover.

Bumblebee wasted no time.