-part 7

Perceptor moaned and woke up, thinking that he had been dreaming and was still curled up with Starscream in their berth. Instead, upon opening his optics, he was greeted with a plain metal ceiling. Bolting upright, he saw that he was in a holding cell. On the other side of the bars was Sentinel Prime, who looked extremely smug.

"Morning, Percy... So are you ready to stop whoring around with Decepticon filth?" Sentinel asked as he leaned against a nearby wall, arms folded across his chest in a superior manner. His eyes trailed openly over Perceptor's still slender form, taking in the complete lack of battle armor happily.

Perceptor glared right back. "What are you talking about?" Then he realized something and smirked. "You're just upset that I decided to let Starscream have me. Take me back there now." He tried not to jump when Sentinel slammed his fist into the wall.

"Little slut! Can't you see that he tricked you? He's nothing but a no good, Decepticon flyboy that not even a pleasure drone would want!" Sentinel snarled, glad that he had turned off the security cameras before coming down here.

Perceptor immediately forgot his fear and snarled. "AT LEAST HE TREATS ME LIKE A REAL PERSON, NOT SOME RANDOM UNDERLING THAT YOU WOULD INTERFACE WITH AND THAN DUMP!"

Sentinel snarled and opened the cell, stomping over to Perceptor and grabbing him by the shoulder, slapping his face hard enough to dent the metal there.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, Decepticon whore!"

Perceptor whimpered and pressed a servo his cheek, processor racing. He sent a quick message to Starscream before closing off the bond and slamming his pede into Sentinel's leg. "You got the Decepticon part right..." He hissed in pain.

Sentinel howled for a moment before he slammed Perceptor against the cell wall.

"Teach you to treat me like that!" He slammed his fist into Perceptor's interfacing panel, peeling back the buckled armor and tossing it aside, exposing the smaller mech's port and spike.

Perceptor hissed in pain again before trying to kick free. If he could just get a good shot at the larger mech's pelvic panel... He didn't have the time, however and he was soon screaming in pain.

Sentinel groaned as he thrust into the smaller mech's port, pinning the smaller mech's hands with his own, pulling back and thrusting back in firmly.

"So tight... Wouldn't think you were fucking a Decepticon..." Sentinel sneered. He reached down with one servo and probed at Perceptor's aft port, grinning as he continued to thrust. "Bet this one is even tighter..."

Perceptor choked back a sob and prayed to Primus that this torture would end and he would be safe in his mate's arms once more. When Sentinel was finally done with him, he fell to a heap on the floor, choked sobs coming forth as he bled.

Sentinel wiped off his spike and thighs, flicking the droplets of transfluid and lubricant onto Perceptor's crumpled form.

"Decepticon whore... I'll make sure your life becomes living hell..."

*two earth weeks later*

The council had gathered within the enormous chamber, staring with cold, unfeeling blue optics at the small figure strapped to the strange device in the center of the circular room.

Perceptor sat in the metal chair, his wrists, legs, waist and neck strapped to the chair, his cranium opened to reveal his processors to the cold air, a barrage of thin, mechanical arms protruding from the back of the chair aimed at his processors, prepared to reprogram him at the push of a button.

"Perceptor, you are charged with treason, fraternizing with the enemy, assisting the enemy and assaulting a superior officer. How do you plead?" Ultra Magnus asked as he stared down at the small scientist who now bore the Decepticon brand on his chest, chin lifted defiantly to stare at him coldly.

"Guilty." Perceptor didn't care if he was thrown in the stockades. He just wanted to get back to his lover and mate.

Sentinel smirked from where he stood beside Ultra Magnus, watching everything with smug satisfaction.

"Because of your potential value to the Autobot cause, you will not be put into the Stockades." Ultra Magnus stated emotionlessly, staring down at the young mech.

Perceptor didn't even flinch, his face impassive as he listened. There was a good chance that he could escape with his sparklings later on...

"Instead your emotion programming will be inhibited and you have a control chip implanted into your cranium, this will ensure that you obey orders given to you by your superior officers." Ultra Magnus continued, looking Perceptor in the optic.

"Should you continue to spread Decepticon propaganda you will be sentenced to Solitary confinement for the rest of your lifecycle." The large mech stood and looked down at Perceptor carefully.

"Do you have any last words you would like to share with the Council?"

Perceptor glared. "Go frag yourselves."

A pair of tweezers held by the mechanical arms above Perceptor's helm lowered and disconnected two thin wires, rerouting them through a small motherboard and welding the circuits together, cauterizing Perceptor's free will.

Perceptor hissed and closed his optics. "Goodbye Starscream... Please find me.' was his last free thought.

A small cylindrical object was then looped through Perceptor's emotional chips and all emotional activity ceased, flat-lined.

The fact that it involved rewiring of all the emotional areas caused Perceptor to pass out, and a few days later, it was as though he had never left. However it was soon found out that he was carrying, and soon after the twin sparklings were born they were taken to an orphanage, never to be seen by their carrier.