Yanked porn out of THIS chapter, too! It is actually sorta plot important, but you can skip it if you want.
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The triplets have left him with a box of cy-gars in his subspace, so Kup pulls one out and shoves it in his mouth, chomping the end. He doesn't have anything to light it with, but it's comforting to have it in his mouth all the same. He leans back on the chair and stares up at the ceiling.
The door slides open a half klik later, and a guardbot he's not seen before steps in. "Sorry, carrier Kup, but cy-gars are not allowed on our ship. They are very addictive and the fumes are bad for sparklings."
Kup stares at the mech, and chomps the end of his cy-gar, "Ain't smokin' it, am I? No fumes here."
The bot walks over, and takes it right out of his mouth, "They are still not allowed. I'm going to have to search your subspace fo-"
"Like slag you will, fragger. You aren't getting nea-"
He's grabbed on the shoulder, "We'll take you to the medical bay right now, carrier Kup. It is for the best. We'll clean that addiction out of your frame, and be taking any cy-gars so you won't be tempted. Since you need to be checked to see if you've been reprogrammed, we'll do that at the same time."
Kup smiles at the bot and pulls another cy-gar from his subspace, "You really want this? Well, if you want it so bad, why don't ya' bend over and I'll shove it up yer exhaust pipe?" He shoves the guard's servo off his shoulder. "I ain't addicted any longer. They wiped that out of my system back on Cybertron. I just like havin' them in my mouth. Psychological comfort, ya know?" He sits back down on the chair, "So you can go frag off now. Swindle said that he'll take me to the medicbot in the morning."
The guard shifts from ped to ped, clearly distraught, unsure what to do. "I... if you empty your subspace of cy-gars, then I suppose I can leave you here for the night. If you pull another out after I leave, we'll take you to the medic immediately for a search."
He sighs dramatically, giving the one he pulled out to the guard, "There. That's all of 'em." It isn't, he has an almost entirely full box, but now he knows better than to pull any out here. "Will you go now?"
He stares at the guard, who takes the cy-gar, "Thank you, carrier Kup. This is for your own health. We don't want you hurt."
He snorts, crossing his arms, "Like frag you don't. Frag off."
The guard frowns at him, "We really don't." The bot sighs softly, "And could you watch your language? It would be better if yo-"
He look at the bot, "Frag. Off. Fragger. Your faceplates are less pleasin' to look at than a Gilashark's backside."
Frowning more deeply, the bot finally leaves him in peace. He can't believe they're so fragging strict about cy-gars. He's not even carryin' right now, and he's not stupid enough to try smokin' around bots that are. It's not like he really plans on givin' them up. They're not too terribly addictive. Bot hasta smoke 'em for a good solid vorn before they're addicted. Havin' one or two a stellar cycle wouldn't ever get enough of the chemicals in his system to allow addiction.
No reason he can't have a smoke now and then, so long as he's not carryin' or around sparklings.
Fragging afts who think they know better about Kup's body than Kup himself.
Reflector doesn't force him not to smoke. Granted, the bot doesn't approve, but he is willing to provide the cy-gars for him. He just hasn't smoked because he doesn't like the bots reminding him that the sparkling could be addicted when he carries. Nothing else.
Besides Reflector said he likes it more if they kiss and he doesn't taste like an ashtray.
He never should have let the bot kiss him when Reflector was disguised. Even if he didn't know it was him at the time, and he was being fed lots of energon treats to ply him.
It taints that evening so much. He'd just been enjoying one of the exceptionally rare evenings where some bots were showing a bit of interest in him, even if their interest had hinged mostly on learning about the council members. Most bots who wanted him wanted him for reasons other than Kup's stunning and youthful frame. Even now, he's wanted for his sparking equipment.
He wonders what Swindle would do if Kup demanded that all their sparklings be allowed to train as Autobots. He doesn't want neutral or 'Con sparklings. If they're comin' durin' a war, they're comin' out on the right side.
He stands up, and walks over to the berth. It is a fancy as frag berth. Dials on the side to help with the current, and all sorts of fancy things he's never had any use for.
He sighs, and flops onto it. He doesn't need a current to recharge, and he's not gonna use it now. He lays there for a bit before realizing something.
He hasn't had anything to fuel on all sol.
He gets up, and searches for the dispenser. He is horribly disappointed to realize that he doesn't have a lover to sit with him and make whipped energon just the way he likes it.
The dispenser on the wall gives him very plain energon-he sips it and makes a face. It's not plain. No, it doesn't have the decency to be called that. It's full of disgusting minerals and additives that make it 'healthier.'
Makes it healthier and makes it taste like sucking on a slimy, rusting pipe. He puts the cube down with only a few sips taken and gives up on it. He can go without energon for a while if he has to. Fragging disgustin' energon sludge.
He will live without drinking any of that, and he certainly won't be fueling at all if this is all that he's given. He's not touching the fraggin' stuff. He's surprised Drift and Reverb can last with this slag.
He goes back to the berth, frowning when he realizes there aren't any heating blankets on it. Sure, the room is warm, and the berth is comfortable, but he's used to covering up in a heating blanket. Or lately, surrounded by warm lovers.
He is not looking forward to recharging alone.
He fiddles with one of the knobs on the berth until it starts emitting a warm pulse, and then curls up on top of the mesh, wishing for a blanket. He's not gonna break down and ask for it. He's smart enough not to let the guards know that he wants things, so they can hold them over his head as leverage for good behavior. You don't let your captors know that you desire certain things.
Kup offlines his optics and forces himself to recharge.
Kicking the medic is his only joy that moment, so Kup kicks the medicbot again, hard enough to make the bot grunt at the contact. "Fragging done looking through my code yet?"
Swindle stands to the side, "Please stop doing that. You could be poli-"
"Frag you. You're the one that botnapped me, and had me brought here. I was going to be sparkbonded, and you fraggin' ruined everything." He kicks the medic again, glaring, "Frag you, and frag your politeness." He snorts, "Like you'd know what that is, anyway."
Swindle sighs softly, "I am perfectly polite, and can attend to any number of social nece-"
He snorts, "Don't fraggin' care. I don't even want ta be here."
"And that is most unfortunate, but seeing as your other option was a sparkrapist, I think you should be pleased to have safety here." Swindle gives him a compassionate look. "I can be a very patient mech. If you promise to consider me, I am more than willing to take you to Caldoon IV and keep you for however many decavorns it takes before you are comfortable enough to spark with me or with one of my citizens. I want sparklings for my planet, and as selfish as I may be, I know that they come first. I would like you in my berth, full of my sparklings, but I will be content to see you carrying eventually, even if it means you carry for another bot."
He glares, "I'm not fraggin' carrying for you, and I don't want to go to Caldoon IV."
Swindle sighs, "Then we'll start arranging for the bids, since you're so insistent."
He's been demanding ever since the bot showed up a megacycle ago that he doesn't want to go to Caldoon IV. He isn't sure it the auction block would be better, but he does know that he wants to just be with Reflector. Even if he's a fraggin' 'Con, and he shouldn't be thinking this at all.
He likes how devoted and in love Reflector is with him. Makes his spark feel all warm at the thought of being able to declare that Reflector is just his, and no one can take him. Bot is willing to stop being a 'Con for him. That's more than enough for him.
"I'm gonna find a way to offline you," he says it sweetly, servos aching for the comfort of a laser-musket.
Swindle just sighs, and reaches over to pat his shoulder. "Medic Lime, please give Kup a good coating of polish. We'll take a few image captures of him to include in the auction information. Also, please prepare the code wipe. I don't want him to remember my identity if he's going to end up in another bot's berth."
Kup growls wordlessly at him, but he ends up in stasis cuffs again, the medic pulling out a buffing tool to apply fancy polish to his armor.
He onlines, laying on a fancy berth, and sits up, rubbing his optics. Checking his chronometer, an entire sol has passed since he was yanked out of the ship with Reflector offline on the floor. It feels a bit like there's a large blank spot in his memory, so he knows that he's had his processor wiped. He's got no clue what they wiped, but now he's missing an entire sol.
He feels his tank churn at the thought of it. They could have done anything to him, and he wouldn't know it. He could have been sparkraped and be carrying for all he knows.
He stands up, pacing around the room unhappily. He's not sure what to do.
There's a datapad on the table, and he picks it up, reading the contents. 'Carrier Kup, I am certain you are a bit confused. I apologize for the necessity of the mind wipe. You rejected my offer, and thus, you are to be auctioned off to a bot that will hopefully be more to your liking. Please, be comfortable in your room. We expect that it will take a decacycle or so to secure a buyer for you. -Pirate Plum.'
Frag. That... that was not good. He was being sold.
He punches the wall in anger, not sure what to do. He was always terrible at escape plans, and now he's constantly stuck needing to leave. He'd like it if Reflector was here, that bot knows how to get out of things.
He checks the door, completely unsurprised to find it locked and impossible to open. He glares at it, starting to kick it only to freeze when he sees his peds. He is really shiny. Someone spent a lot of time getting him this clean and polished.
He feels a bit ill. He doesn't like the idea of being touched like that at all.
And his tires... he reaches up and touches one, and the soft, supple rubber sends shocks of pleasure straight to his spark, his tires have been replaced with ones that look even more fitting for a prostibot. Tires meant to be squeezed and massaged. They feel a bit less like they're going to pop, though. Thicker rubber. Functional prostibot tires.
Kup shudders, reaching instinctively for a cy-gar, only to find his subspace emptied of just about everything. There's a spare cube of energon in it, and a tightly folded heating blanket, but nothing else.
His tank churns again.
He wants to go home. He feels a bit odd with that thought, though. The first thing he thought of for home is being back in his apartment, yes, but it also included Reflector cuddled up with him. Laying on the couch and watching shows together. He was only with Reflector for a decacyle, and he already thinks of the bot as part of being home.
It is nice to think about when he's going to be sparkbonding with the bot, but he can't do that now. He's going to be sold to the highest bidder, and won't be allowed near his lover ever again. He wouldn't be surprised if Plum sends him to Megatron, and the bot declares Reflector a failure, and banishes his lover far away just to keep Kup without him.
It hurts his spark a bit to think about.
He worries that the covers they were using on his sparking equipment were defective. That some of the energy may have been absorbed there, more than they expected. Perhaps his spark is already preparing itself for a bond-
Or perhaps he's just a lonely, sad old mech who is clinging to the only mech who's ever really shown any interest in his rusted old frame.
Kup glances down at himself and huffs, "Not so rusted anymore, I guess."
He checks his fuel gauge, and frowns when he realizes he's pretty much empty. Looking around, he spots the dispenser, and pours himself a cube. Kinda disappointing that it isn't whipped energon, but he isn't sure he'd trust it if pirate Plum was the one providing it, anyway. He wouldn't be surprised if it was pumped full of red... cora. He rubs his optics at that thought, trying to figure out why it is so familiar, but failing.
He sighs, taking a swig of the energon.
Only to spit it out right afterwards. It is nothing but slag filled with minerals that are supposed to be healthy, but he's certain is just a way to convince a bot to want to join the Well of All Sparks early. He's not drinking this.
His tank grumbles, and Kup prods the dispenser again, growling out an order, "Plain energon. No minerals. Just plain fragging energon." It beeps and dispenses a cube, which Kup sips from hesitantly.
It's the same slagging awful mineral sludge.
"You're fragging defective," he grouses at the dispenser, giving it a kick. It beeps again, and dispenses several cubes, each a sludgier, more mineral-filled glop than the last. Kup kicks it again, and this time, a nozzle tilts, and sprays enegon right in Kup's face.
He yells angrily, and yanks the nozzle right off, kicking the dispenser over and over. After a klik of just beating the slag out of a defenseless dispenser, he feels a lot better.
He looks around, wondering if there's a washrack that he can use to clean himself. If not, he's going to be a sticky pink mess. He snorts at the floor, which is covered in that disgusting energon, and stalks over to another door. It doesn't open at all. He works his way around the room, confused as to why it seems to have a door on every wall, then finally manages to get one that opens.
It is, thankfully, the washrack. A very nice one, at that. It could easily hold him and all of Reflector's frames at once. A nice and large size.
There's even a very small soaking pool, which he plans on slipping into after scrubbing the nasty energon off his faceplates. He's probably being recorded right now. He tries to keep his servos on himself professional, giving himself a quick scrubdown not unlike the ones he did back when he was a young cadet at bootcamp, rushing through group washes, struggling to get a single klik under one of the two sprays that had decent solvent pressure.
When he's clean enough, he stretches and drops into solvent pool. It is bigger than the one that they had on the ship, and could fit three bots, rather than just two, but not fantastically large. He could sit on all of Reflector's laps if they were with him in here.
He really wishes he'd stop comparing things by how great they'd be with Reflector.
It is very distracting, and he has no clue how to stop. Or if he wants to stop. His spark informs him that Reflector is fantastic, and he isn't sure that's a good thing.
Kup rubs his chestplates absently, and then drops his servo, worried that it might look like he's pleasuring himself on camera. He hopes he ends up sold quickly, so he can stab the bot through the spark with his bare servos.
On the... positive side, he supposes that the council might win him back. He is loyal to them. That should be what he wants most.
He doesn't want it at all, though.
He sinks into the solvent, thoroughly disappointed in himself. He wants Reflector, and he shouldn't want him at all. He sighs sadly, solvent soaking into his joints, and frowns. He wants a lot of things that just won't be happening.
Even though his spark hurts at the thought that Reflector lied about keeping him safe.
He curls up against the side of the solvent pool, and lets his frame cycle down. It is warm, and he feels better than he did on the berth. He'll just recharge here, even if he's only just woken up. He needs to conserve what little fuel he has in his tanks, since he's not drinking the slag he's been given.
When he onlines a few megacycles later, there's a guard standing by the pool, holding an energon injector. Kup shudders, and back to the opposite side of the pool.
"Carrier Kup, it is important for you to take your fuel. If you will not drink it, we are authorized to inject it instead. Please either drink or-"
"Frag off. I'm not letting you inject my fuel like I was a disobedient sparkling." He was a grown bot. Injecting fuel like that was fragging humiliating. It was done for medical patients and sparklings. Not bots who couldn't stomach mineral fuel.
The mech sighs, "We are not going to let you starve yo-"
He splashes the bot, it doesn't help his case that he's not a sparkling any but makes him feel better, "I'm not starving myself, fragger. I've lasted on less and for longer. I'm not going to take your fraggin' injection."
The bot leans over, catching his arm, "You need to fue-"
He yanks away, moving out of reach again, "Then get me fuel that isn't absolute slag!"
"You need the minerals. Since you have chosen to reject Plum's advances, you'll likely end up with a bot that makes you spark right away. Your frame will need the minerals. It's best that you get them now." The bot drags him out of the pool, careful not to dent him. "Let me inject your fuel. You won't have to taste it this way. We… have experience with carriers. This won't hurt at all."
Kup hisses and kicks and fights, but his frame is weak from energon deprivation, and the mech easily opens a bit of armor to slide the injector tip into a fuel line.
He hates when he has fuel injected into him, it always has the flavor of it in the back of his mouth. He's been told that he's just imagining it, but he's woken up to it in his mouth, and he later got informed they had injected him with fuel just a klik before he woke up. That is not a sign of the processor playing tricks on a bot.
He coughs and gags at the flavor, and the bot gives him a confused look, "We'll... we'll be leaving you be now. You are going to have to come out with us to another image capture time as soon as you're done here."
He curses at the bot, vowing to himself not to leave the washrack.
Of course, a few megacycles later, they drag him kicking and cursing out of the washrack and into some awful, tiny room elsewhere. There's nothing in the room. It's painted a soft cream color, and there's a mesh pillow or two in one corner, but otherwise it's empty.
The door opens again, and the bots come in with a box in their servos. "One of the bots bidding on you has requested you put this on. You have the choice of putting it on yourself, or we can sedate you and then dress you in it."
He reluctantly takes the box, not wanting to have them make the decision for him before he even sees what it is. Opening it, he almost drops it in shock. "This is a fraggin' bonding wrap!" The only reason he even knows what it is, is because of Optimus - something in the back of his head is trying to tug at him and remind him about his old student - had one and explained what they were for. Optimus drew a picture of it for him, since a bot wasn't supposed to share it at all.
The bots share a look, "You'll wear it. It doesn't have any dye in it, and isn't actually real. It just looks like it is. It is a sturdier weave than a normal wrap, you won't be able to tear it apart. Do you want to put it on, or are we going to have to?"
"This is fragging obscene," he growls at them, shoving the box away. "I'm not going to dress up in a bonding wrap, even if it's a fake one. Bots in fragging movies don't even dress in them. The 'bonding wraps' they use are just glittery normal wraps." It's a sacred outfit, and an insult to parade around in one casually.
"We'll dress you, then." He feels the bot pry open a bit of armor and inject him with something again, before Kup can dodge him. The world gets a little bit fuzzy, but it's a high quality sedative. His motions are slow, but he doesn't feel sick or even drugged, really.
They dress him quickly, decorating him with little accessories that he'd never wear at all. It doesn't take long long, or he thinks it isn't long, and he's set in front of a table. One of the bots smiles at him, putting a cube of energon, a bowl, and a whisking tool in his servos. "You'll be doing a energon ceremony. I'm sure you know how to do that."
He blinks at the mech, looking at the bowl, and sets everything down. He doesn't have a clue what they're talking about.
The whisking tool is put back in his servo, "Now, you like whipped energon. Make it."
Kup still feels a bit slow, but he takes the whisk and dips it into the energon, stirring it around, not entirely certain how his lovers managed to make it froth. One of the guardbots frowns at him, and then empties a packet of powder into the energon. "If you don't put the whipping base in, it's never going to firm up." Kup just shrugs and keeps stirring it, occasionally changing directions.
Nothing happens, but he gets a lot of energon specks on his wrap.
The one positive about his wrap is that it's nice and toasty warm, and his entire frame feels nice while it's bound in the soft fabric.
The bots stare at him, and one comes forward, "You need to go faster. You can't wh-"
He flicks the energon in the mech's face. He doesn't need to deal with this slag. He doesn't even want to be here. "Frag you." He looks back at the energon and goes back to mixing it.
They whisper together for a bit, and another one comes up to him, "Do you want me to sho-"
He shoves the bowl away, "If it's that important, have Reflector do it. He knows how to make me energon." He stands up, hating how slow he feels, "Where is he, anyway? He should be here." He starts to walk out, only to be grabbed around the waist. "Frag you."
"Stop acting like a disobedient sparkling," one guard hisses at him, pushing him down in front of the energon cube again. "You will perform the whisking ceremony. You are disappointing Plum. He does not like being disappointed."
Kup calmly picks up the energon cube and throws it at the guard, letting it shatter against his frame. "Frag your ceremonies." He sort of hopes they'll let him keep the wrap. It's so warm around him.
The bots all give him angry looks, and another cube is placed in front of him while everything gets cleaned up, "You will be doing thi-"
He calmly pushes the cube off the table, making the bot stop midword, and says, "No." He is feeling nice and warm now. He stands up, "I'm gonna take a stasis nap." He needs a nap, since it would feel really nice to just rest while he's warm again.
He's gently pushed back in the chair, "You'll be doing this. You are not going to get out of the room until you-"
He glares, "What the frag is your problem? I'm an old bot. Stop doing this to me."
"You are a carrier. It is expected of you that you be refined and lovely for the bots you carry for. Your frame mods have made you lovely. Now you must prove that you are something more than a gruff military sergeant."
But he wasn't anything more than a gruff military sergeant. It's not like he was hiding some soft, fluffy, vapid interior. He was not an empty-processored bimbo of a bot. And he wasn't some kind of slutty prostibot hussy either.
He was a military bot from the top of his head to the tips of his peds.
He tries to stand up again, and he's pushed back down, "Do we need to tie you to the chair to get you to do this?"
He glares, "I'll just break your stupid wires. I ain't doing this."
The bots share a helpless look, "You are going to be-"
He yanks out of the bot's servo, stalking to the door, "I'm gonna be nothin'. I am gonna go take a stasis nap."
He's grabbed again, and one of the bots pulls out another injector and slips it under his armor. "There. Maybe now you'll be more tractable."
He feels very light headed and kind of sick. He blinks at the bot, and drops to the floor. He can hear someone yelling, and then more yelling back before everything goes dark.
He onlines to an empty room. The one he was put in before, in fact. And he's freezing. There is no warm wrap around him, and he has no heating blankets. He still feels a little fogged from the amount of sedative they injected in him, so he isn't thinking clearly as he shuffles into the washrack. It has a heated solvent pool. He can recharge in that.
The solvent pool is empty, and no amount of fiddling with the controls will fill it. Kup ends up curled up at the bottom of the empty pool, arms wrapped around himself to try and heat up. The room is so very cold. He's positive they're punishing him for not doing as he was told, and he has to admit it's a fairly effective punishment. He doesn't want to be cold like this when comfort is available for such a low price.
After a bit, he vaguely remembers that he has a heating blanket in his subspace, so he yanks it out, and wraps it around himself. It helps a bit, and he ends up nodding back into recharge, the sedatives bringing him down.
He is shaken online a little bit later, and there is a servo over his mouth. Not that he would cry out in dismay when his EM field automatically identifies the mech for who he really is, even under the odd disguise. He yanks Reflector into a hug, holding him tightly, and the mech cuddles him lovingly. "Sorry it took so long, love. We had to infiltrate, and... well," The bot takes off various bits from his armor, putting him from a very convincing looking SUV to the one third of a tank Kup knows. "I am a spy for a reason."
"You're here to rescue me?"
Reflector shakes his head, "Unfortunately not, sweetspark. I am here to bond my spark to yours. Then, I will escape and demand your return on my own ship. With your spark bound they will return you to me. You have too many tracking devices for me to just steal you now, and if I get caught here with you, Plum will likely offline me. New sparkbonds are the easiest ones to break."
He holds the bot tightly, "I don't want you to leave me." He hates how his spark shudders unhappily at the idea of the mech going.
He's kissed, and the bot rubs his servos on his sides, "Open up, Kup. I'll be bonding, then Spectro and Spyglass. One at a time so that we aren't noticed."
When Spyglass pulls away, he flops on the ground, letting the protocols slide into place to finish, and pants tiredly. "W-we're never doing this again."
Spyglass laughs softly, kissing him gently, "Good thing we won't have to." He's gently arranged on the floor, and his lover puts the blanket over him. "I'd give you the cloak to keep you warm, my love, but that isn't going to work. I'll have it for you the very moment you step into the ship."
He nods, curling up, and shivering. "Knew you'd take care of this."
He can feel how pleased Reflector is at that. "Good. We'd never let you get hurt. We'll be back as soon as possible."
Kup falls into recharge, smiling to himself.
Please Review
Like I said before, yanked out porn here. It is sorta plot important, but nothing you can't skip if you don't want to read it. It is on livejournal and tumblr, as I am certain you remember.
Also, this is the second to last chapter. I'm not sure if I have another fic ready or not for updates. May go back to snippets on livejournal. I dunno.