Title: Immolation (part 7/100)
Prompt: "Birthday"
Verse: G1 (AUish)
Rating: R
Words: 538
Pairings: Inferno/Red Alert, Hook/Inferno, Implied Bonecrusher/Inferno
Other Characters: None.
Warnings: Sticky. Possible squick* warning due to implied rape-related injuries. Implied rape.
Summary: Hook stops by to check on Inferno's state of repair, and to get his, of course.
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, the next few segments will be out of order, somewhat.
The concept of non-consensual spark-bonding being painful for the assailant as well as the victim is one I borrowed from my dear pal lyricality and her awesome fic "Seven Days" on the beexsam, livejournal community, and is used with her permission.
Also, please pay attention to the individual warnings at the top of each chapter. If you think things were upsetting before, they are going to get worse before they get better. There will be at least three more segments of Red and Inferno in Decepticon custody, so look at the warnings, and if they seem like more than you can handle, you can probably safely skip a few of the prompts without missing out on the overall plot.
*squick - a verb meaning to cause unease or feelings of revulsion, most often applied to a reader's reaction to a specific scenario, derived from the word "squeamish" and the slang term "icky." (blackraptor (dot) net / m7fic / contents / terms (dot) htm)
Birthday
Inferno was positioned on his back when Hook showed up.
The red Autobot didn't bother asking the green and purple Decepticon what he wanted, because everyone who visited him wanted the same thing.
However when the enemy medic did not immediately open up his own panel and set about yet another systematic violation of Inferno's private places, other than to make a cursory visual inspection, he decided to ask the question in an exhausted voice. "What do ya want, slaggin' 'con?"
"'He's getting loose, can you tighten him up again?' they say," Hook began muttering to himself, making it difficult to tell whether he was actually responding to Inferno's query or not. "Tighten him up? Ha! That would require major surgery we don't have time for. If they had asked me I would have told them that they should give out turns in order of size, not in order of rank and then we would have avoided the problem completely. Of course they didn't ask me..."
The Decepticon's rant, oddly reminiscent of Ratchet, made Inferno turn his head to the side with a sound of pain that was more due to the reminder of the home he was missing so desperately than the dire prognosis of his condition, but even that emotion was faint, distant, a brief shaft of light in a smoke-filled room. He knew he should care about how bad the damage was, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to.
"'He's drying up, too', they say. Well you wouldn't be if the fraggers would just use the medical lubricant I left. Ah well, I'm here anyway, might as well fill you up." Hook addressed his comments to the supine Autobot for the first time, opening his abdominal access panel and fiddling around in Inferno's innards.
Vaguely he processed the sensation of his lubricant reservoir being refilled, and the panel being closed before the green Decepticon opened his chest. The mercifully vacant feeling abruptly vanished – no, he couldn't be, not his spark! It was the only place Inferno had left that wasn't violated in some way, and that only because a forced spark merge inflicted just as much, if not more, pain on the attacker as it did on the victim. Still, some Decepticons could be sick enough not to care, and he could be facing one of them at this very moment.
He wasn't aware of voicing a denial, but Hook stopped abruptly. "Relax, Autobot, I know better than to do that. I just need to refill your optical cleaning fluid."
Inferno blinked in confusion, having no idea what the purpose for that was. "Why?" he finally asked.
Hook finished topping up the fluid and closed Inferno's chest, finally opening a panel of his own, the one containing his intimate circuitry. "It's Bonecrusher's turn next."
"I don't get it," Inferno was barely in the conversation now that his brief respite was obviously over, but he heard himself speaking the words nonetheless.
"It's his sparking day today and I wanted to give him a little present," Hook explained, stroking himself to full arousal and settling between Inferno's legs. "He likes it when they cry."