Title: Foreman
Warning: Coercion via forcible gestalt bonding and power dynamics. Manipulation. Vague references to rape. Donuts. Spoilers for RiD, MTMTE, and Dark Cybertron. If you can't take it, don't read it.
Rating: PG-13
Continuity: IDW, Robots in Disguise
Characters: Prowl, Constructicons
Disclaimer: The theatre doesn't own the script or actors, nor does it make a profit from the play.
Motivation (Prompt): Kinkmeme prompt and Shibara. She keeps drawing things. Nothing new here, just cleaning up the fic a bit. Prompt: Prowl - "bride price"
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Part Eight
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The Constructicons f+ound Optimus Prime at what had once been Iacon's center. They didn't interrupt the meeting, but the post-meeting political dancing about did clear out fast. Five hulking construction mechs lurking at the edges of the crowd tended to hurry things along. They occupied themselves making faces at Starscream.
Prowl tensed further and further until he practically vibrated with rage and embarrassment. His hissed commands to go away were blithely ignored, and for once, they blocked him from the gestalt bond. They weren't there for him, believe it or not. When he stalked away from the group, indignantly stiff, the Constructicons watched him go with wistful expressions but didn't follow. That would alarm him eventually, but only once he finally noticed his shadows were missing. They estimated it'd be a while since he was six kinds of flouted anger right now. The way he was intentionally ignoring their presence, he wouldn't figure out they weren't following him for at least fifteen minutes.
Fifteen minutes they intended to use. "You want to what?" Optimus Prime asked, bemused.
"Purchase him," Hook said firmly. The others nodded behind him, just as resolute. They'd clearly made up their minds on this issue. "You're his leader, right? Superior officer, anyway. We're not asking for ownership," he assured the Autobot commander, "but we want to buy his commission. You have the authority to officially transfer him into our unit."
The Prime blinked slowly. He did it again, wondering if he'd taken a hit to the head.
The Constructicons held out their offer on eager hands, presenting it to him. "We have blueprints for rebuilding the city, a statement of neutrality - "
"We're not going to be Autobots."
" - yeah, we can't do that. But we can be neutrals, and we'll accept him as our commander. We want to follow him, Prime, we do."
"Work contracts," Bonecrusher spread the datapads out, showing the drafts, "of varying lengths and project allowances. No monetary compensation or bartering required. All we want is - "
"Him," the whole group said as one. Their voices held yearning dark with frustration, need, and a bright, wanting possessiveness Decepticons likely mistook for love.
Optimus Prime just stared at them, speechless and a little tempted.
