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The guardbots are not happy to find him curled up in the solvent pool with paint all over his chest.

"Who forced you?" they ask, and Kup can't help but smile at them.

"I'm sparkbonded."

They freeze with shock, and Kup ends up dragged into the medical bay again. He feels like he fragging lives in the place at this point. Stupid medics.

Lime frowns at him, "You can't be serious."

He smirks, opening his plates to proudly display all three pieces of Reflector's spark on his. "Frag yeah, I am. Sparkbonded."

The medic frowns, looking at him, "This can't be healthy. You have far too much on you, and the bot you're with is offline because of it. I've never seen any case where this could happen. You'd be offline, and so would the bot you're bonded to. We'll run several scans."

"Reflector infiltrated your ship and bonded with me." Kup rubs his spark lightly, feeling the reaction of the other mechs' spark pieces. They really are merged pretty firmly together, but it's obvious by the slightly different shades that they are three separate pieces melded together.

"Then Reflector is offline." The bot prods at the spark with a frown. "That's a good solid fifth of your spark with his energy signature. You should be offline as well."

He smirks, "And I'm still here, aren't I? One of us is wrong, and I can assure ya, it ain't me."

Lime crosses his arms, glaring at him, "You will stop your lying and-"

There's a frantic pounding of peds just outside the door, and suddenly it burst open, Plum running inside, "What is this about bondi-" The mech looks at his spark, and curses, punching a wall, "You're just here to make all sorts of trouble for me, aren't you?"

He smiles, "Did Reflector just com you and demand me back?"

"He did." Plum's expression is unpleasant. "I'm not giving you back for free. He'll get you, but he's going to pay for the... care that we have given you. Pay for your medical bills. Every fragging fee I can make him pay, he is going to pay." The bot turns and leaves. "Clean him up and put him in stasis cuffs. We will be returning him the formal way-he will be given to Reflector's liege."

Kup's spark quails. "You can't just drop me off-"

"We can and we will. You will be given to Lord Megatron, along with a bill for your care."

He closes his plates, locking them firmly, "I should be returned to my sparkbonded. You can not keep us separated."

Plum gives him an unpleasant look, "Oh, yes, I can. You have ruined everything with this, and I am more than willing to ruin your sol because of it."

He glares, "I am a carrier and sparkbonded, I am allo-"

The bot walks out of the room saying, "Put a mouthclamp on him. We'll deal with him later. I have to deal with Megatron like this," the mech gestures at his own frame just before the door closes.

He wonders briefly what Plum means by that, but then ends up clamped and cuffed, marched back to his room. The guardbots look at him with stern expressions. "You've made a terrible mistake, bonding yourself to him. Any bot that Plum found for you would have been a much better bot than Reflector. You've bound your spark to a bot best known for his stalking. I hope you enjoy never having privacy again."

Kup glares at them, hissing around the mouthclamp as they lay him on the berth and tuck a heating blanket around his restrained frame.

Lime sighs, "And now I need to figure out what all I did to you." The bot moves away, muttering about needing to pull up a tab now, and Kup wishes he could throw something at the medic.

He vents an angry sigh, and tries to settle down for a stasis nap. He isn't going to be able to go anywhere for awhile, and this is going to be boring.


Kup is irritated. He can't believe that Plum is doing this. How dare he do this? He was supposed to go straight to Reflector, but instead the fragger decided to draw it out and take him to New Kaon. The bot taking him is Peach, the one that popped his tire and botnapped him in the first place. He really wants to punch the mech in the face.

"Look, I don't want to hurt you, and I think it's fragging stupid that you're being given to Megatron when you managed to do something like bond your spark to a gestalt. But if you make any trouble, I'm not gonna go easy on you. I'm on punishment detail for fragging five decavorns because of you. So you just be quiet and we'll get along fine."

Kup glares at him around the mouthclamp the bot had shoved in his mouth first thing.

Peach huffs angrily, and yanks him along as they walk to the throne room. Rather, he thinks they're going to the throne room, since Megatron seems like the type of fragger that would have one, even if there's no reason for it. Mech does call himself a lord. He doesn't see a point, but it isn't like he can do anything about it.

Peach glares at him poisonously, "You aren't getting out of that mouthclamp until I give you to Megatron, so don't expect anything from me."

Personally, Kup thinks it's foolish to bring a carrier that Megatron wants into his room with a mouthclamp. But far be it from him to bring that up when he was, you know, stuck in a fraggin' mouth clamp.

He gets pushed forward, into the throne room, and Megatron's expression immediately changes from a smile to a deep, dangerous frown. Kup paces towards the mech, not wanting to be shoved again, his servos in cuffs, his mouth clamped shut. He stands, tall and defiant in front of Megatron's throne. He's still not sure how the mech's gonna react to finding out he's bonded.

Peach yanks a datapad out of his subspace, "We brought your carrier, and here is your bill."

Megatron pulls Kup into his large lap, taking out a very large smoother to fix various dents in his armor, and taking off the mouth clamp. "Why would I pay the ransom for a bot I already have back?"

Peach glares, "It isn't a ransom, it is a bill for everything that we've done."

Megatron removes the stasis cuffs, holding him firmly to make sure he doesn't move, not that Kup is really inclined to try. "If you had not taken him, I would not have this bill at all. Tell me, little bot," Megatron's fingers caress his face, "would you say I should pay Pirate Plum for removing you from your sparkbonded?"

"No. You should fragging offline Plum for it. And shoot Peach over there fer slashing one of my tires open." He gasps when Megatron slides a servo up and squeezes one of his supple, overly sensitive tires. Apparently sparkbonds do nothing to stop Megatron from attempting to give a tactile overload. "F-fragger." Megatron chuckles, squeezing harder on his tires, making Kup's spark flash with heat.

"You should not have sparkbonded. I could have afforded your price, and you would have known the pleasure of my berth." Megatron hums in his audio, only to have the noise drowned out by the high pitched whine of his fusion cannon, which fires beside him in a flash of heat and power. When he turns around, there's not much left of Peach's frame.

He pushes Megatron's servo away, not wanting the bot to keep touching him. "Wanted a bot that loves me." He frowns, feeling a tiny bit... off. His spark feels funny, and not in the way it has been since bonding. He feels like he's missing something.

Megatron hums thoughtfully, "But I don't see why you'd need that when you would have been allowed to be with him every so often. You'd have been allowed to spark with him eventually."

He rubs his plates, not liking the buzzing feeling he's getting, even if his processor keeps telling him it used to be different. Used to be worse. Which is odd, since he's only ever felt like this when he was around Optimus. "Well, I want to spark with him first, and you already told me I couldn't. I want to be with him"

"I wanted your spark, little mech," Megatron growls in his audio. "I still want your spark. I wanted you to carry for me. I have gone so long. So very long. I want a family." The bot's servos slide down to his pelvic armor of all places, "I suppose I could modify you so I could still take my pleasure with your frame, even if you deny me your spark."

The tingling in his sparkchamber grows stronger, and he groans, shoving at the servos. "Stop. Stop. Feel fraggin' sick."

The mech frowns at him. "Do you have a virus?"

He frowns, "I don't know. Feels like something I should know the cause of, and I don't. Most likely from something when they wiped my memory."

Megatron pauses, "They wiped your memory?"

He rubs his head, "Big blank spot for a sol."

The mech hims for a moment, tapping his plates, "Maybe you were told something important, and they didn't want you to know it."

He rolls his optics, "Ya think? Of course that's why they did it. I just don't know why because of it. But this isn't somethin' I haven't dealt with before. One of my students had it, too. Musta had incompatible EM fields."

Megatron raises an optic ridge, "I think it is something else." He's set on the floor, "I want you to find the bot that is making you feel like this, and if you do, I will allow you to be with Reflector right away."

"Fine." He starts walking, avoiding the 'Cons littered around the room like eager, giant turbofox kits waiting to get pettin's. It gets weaker as he approaches the door, so he turns around. Weaker again as he makes his way to the back wall. Kup frowns and circles the room, eventually coming to a stop in a spot just to the left of Megatron's throne. "Strongest here." And then, the feeling starts to fade, like it's moving away. "No, wait, it's..." he moves towards the door, following the strange tingling.

Megatron hums thoughtfully, looking at him with calculating optics, "I think... that we are going to go..." The bot hums again, "Would you say this is above or below you?"

He looks at the floor, glaring at it, "Down."

Megatron stands up, "Reflector, Starscream, Lugnut, Blitzwing, come with me." The bot walks over to him, scooping him up. "We are going to see something."

Kup has no fraggin' clue what the mech is planning, but he's glad to see Reflector - all three of him - running to keep up with the bigger mechs. His spark calls for his bonded, and he can feel their confusion, just like he knows they can feel his.

But he keeps following the strange feeling, even when it leads down a flight of stairs. They walk down several twisting hallways, and walk past a datapad storage library. The tingling gets almost strong enough to make him feel nauseous, and then... he stands in the hall, staring at a very large, brightly colored tankbot, who is staring right back at him.

"The tingling... it's because of you?" he asks, unsure, rubbing at his plates.

The tankbot frowns, "I guess?" The mech rubs his own plates, looking confused, then yelping in surprise when Megatron scoops him up in one arm, holding him tightly. "M-my lord?"

Kup is put down next to Reflector, and he rushes into his sparkbond's arms. His spark is nearly trying to yank out of it's chest, trying to be with all three of them at once.

Megatron hums thoughtfully, "Librarian Bludgeon."

The tankbot blushes, hiding his face behind orange servos, "M-my lord?"

The mech rubs Bludgeon's chestplates, "Open up."

The tankbot pales, "My liege, I do not understand. I-"

"Open up," Megatron repeats calmly again, and the tankbot trembles in his arms, plates slowly sliding apart. He can't see anything unusual about the mech's sparkchamber, but Megatron reaches inside and slowly strokes along the edges, making a soft noise of triumph. There's a gentle click, and the bot removes false chamber walls, revealing a healthy set of sparking equipment underneath. "Oh, Bludgeon," Megatron says softly, his tone disappointed. "You should not have hidden this from me."

Bludgeon flinches, "I... I am s-sorry, my Lord Megatron. I just..." The bot shakes, "You're going to share me around the whole army now, and I don't-"

Megatron tisks quietly, putting a finger to the mech's mouth, "Don't be ridiculous, Bludgeon. Like I'd let anyone other than me or my lovers have you." Megatron snaps his fingers, and tugs Starscream over, the seeker looking slightly put out, but interested none the less. "You will not be leaving my lap before you are carrying our sparklings, though."

Bludgeon flushes with color, "I... my liege, I do not deserve such an honor. I hid myself from you for so many decavorns, and-"

"And you will repay us by carrying our sparklings." Megatron rubs his spark, giving it a firm squeeze that has the bot arching himself. "My sparklings first, of course. I am going to frag you until you are carrying, and then you will share your spark with Starscream."

The seeker screeches, "He should spark with me first!"

Megatron pushes Starscream away, an oddly playful gesture, and says with amusement in his voice, "What's that, Starscream? Have him share Lugnut's berth before I let him near you?"

Starscream screeches again, peds stamping on the floor, "I said no such thing, Megatron! You know that I have been wanting-"

Megatron kisses Bludgeon, a very possessive one at that, "We have all been waiting. You will get your turn, my second. We will all have many sparklings running around our peds very soon."

Kup frowns at them, and the way they just assume that Bludgeon will agree to carry for them like that. His frown deepens when Megatron turns to him and quirks an optic ridge.

"Why are you not taking his spark now, Reflector? You should be sparking with him. You know I intend to see sparklings as soon as possible. You will take him to your berthroom and get him settled in. With luck, you will have sparked within a few sols."

Reflector presses kisses to Kup's helmet, "He has had something spread on his sparkling equipment by pirate Plum that makes it impossible for him to spark for several more sols, my lord. I can not-"

Megatron hisses angrily, "That..." The bot takes a deep in-vent, and says calmly, "You will still be taking him to your berthroom. I expect you to solidify your sparkbond completely, and to spark as soon as possible. Kup has a very great deal of your sparks in his own. You will make sure that it stays there. We do not know if it will detach because of your absolute foolishness."

Reflector nods, "Yes, my lord."

He's dragged away then, and Kup shudders a bit at all the bots who watch them as they pass. "Where are your rooms at?" He hopes they're nearby.

"Quite a bit away," Reflector says apologetically. "I do not rank high in the army. I am not even that high under General Shockwave. I do not have the privilege of a room near Lord Megatron. We are much closer to the general barracks for the soldiers. But we are in the wing meant for spybots. Closer to Shockwave's quarters. He chose to stay further from Megatron."

Kup nods, cuddling close to Spectro and kissing Viewfinder. He murmurs softly, not wanting to be heard as they pass various bots, "I'm glad that you sparkbonded with me to make sure that Plum couldn't sell me." He frowns, "They put me in a bonding wrap and wanted me to make whipped energon for some fraggin' reason."

Reflector smiles, kissing him with each of his bodies, "I know. And you keep demanding me. I heard the bots complaining about that." He can feel Reflector's pleasure, "It made me quite happy. I'll make you whipped energon the very moment we get into my room. I am high enough to rank my own kitchen area since I'm the one that paid for it."

"Excellent. They kept trying to make me fuel on mineral slag. It-"

"Oh, you'll be fueling on that as well, but we will mix it with other things to hide the flavor better. Your frame will need the extra materials when you start producing sparklings for us." Spectro kisses him, and their spark fragment pulses with warmth in his sparkchamber. The parts all congregated over the scarred bit, and now the scar is completely hidden inside him. He wonders if it will heal that way.

He's cuddled lovingly as he sighs, "I hate that slag. Do I really have to? I know that if something tastes disgusting, my frame doesn't need it."

Viewfinder nips at his neck, "You do. We're going to be sparking. If we're lucky, we'll have triplets. I'm a gestalt, and it is very likely that our sparklings will be, too." He's tugged into a room, "I know that you'll need lots of minerals to do it, and we want you nice and healthy. It is much more likely since we're sparkbonded, too."

Kup just sighs. "Fragging fine. I'll drink the nasty energon glop for you. For our sparklings." He frowns, "But I'm not gonna live here like a 'Con. Not unless Megatron agrees to make peace with-"

"He very well might, with sparklings on the way. He is very protective of them. I doubt he wants a war going on while his sparkling grows inside Bludgeon's chamber. Soon, we will be at peace, and we will have sparklings of our own to look after. Won't that be wonderful?"

"Yeah. I guess so." Kup sighs, and rubs at his optics. "I just hope Ultra Magnus doesn't get too upset with me for all of this."


Exile had not been treating Optimus particularly well. Sure, it was not a terrible fate, and he still had his Prime rank-though e is half-certain that he only kept it because Ultra Magnus is fond of his model type.

But his spark aches now. It aches because a few decacycles back, he caught a bit of news over a vid channel that chose to work for a few kliks.

All bots were being required to have a more in-depth sparkchamber exam, to search for hidden sparking equipment. Which is incredibly distressing.

Since he has it himself.

He deleted the recording that would have informed Ratchet to look at his chamber, but it is eating him up inside. He shouldn't be keeping this a secret. Not from Ultra Magnus.

He is an Autobot, and should be accepting whatever happens.

It makes his spark hurt to think about. He doesn't want to tell anyone. There's a reason he kept it hidden for so long. He wants to be a hero, and being a hero means not being stuck in a berth.

Which he will be if he's ever exposed.

But it tears him up inside not to let his Magnus know about it. When there are inspections going on to find carriers, and have them brought out.

He's been wavering back and forth on telling his leader ever since he heard the announcement, and now he's sitting in front of his private com console, having locked prying ninjabots completely out of his room, and thinking about how best to tell him it.

He thinks it's probably best to just tell him right away. Optimus keys in the Magnus's private frequency-the one he only gives out to truckbots-and waits.

The Magnus answers in short order, smiling a bit to see him, "Optimus Prime. It has been quite some time since you contacted me. Is everything alright out there?"

Optimus squirms in his seat, knowing he is condemning himself to a life of being shared like a prostibot. "I have something important to tell you, sir. I... I did not mean to keep it from you for so long, but I was afraid. It's... I still don't want to tell you, to be honest."

The Magnus smiles at him, "And what would that be, Optimus? You can take your time, and relax a bit." The mech leans forward, "Would you like to play a game of Conquest and see how you feel about talking afterwards?"

He shakes his head, "No, sir." He has never accepted an invitation for playing the game with his leader, since he knows through the other bots that any truckbot that did, normally ends up in the Magnus's berth.

While he may be too far away for that, it is still something he wants to avoid. Even if he knows telling his leader what he's supposed to will most likely end up with him the most exposed he's ever been in front of another bot. He hasn't had his false panels off unless he's completely sure he's alone with no recording devices.

"Will you share your secret with me, Optimus?" Ultra Magnus smiles kindly at him. "Whatever it is, it cannot be that bad. Just tell me, and we will work it out."

Optimus looks down. "It would be easier to show you, sir." He opens his sparkplates, keeping his optics averted from the screen as he removes his false paneling, revealing his sparking equipment. "You see, I am a carrier." A loud rev interrupts him, and he looks up, surprised by how bright the Magnus's optics are glowing with lust. He looks away again, "I understand if you're disappointed in me for not telling you before, but I-"

His leader revs loudly again, "You will be returning home."

He offlines his optics, spark dimming unhappily, "Yes, sir." He doesn't want to be shared around like he knows he will be, but it is for the good of Cybertron. He knows that the Autobots need more bots, and he is one of the few that can do it.

He reaches over to disconnect the call, but the Magnus stops him, "Optimus."

He flinches, not able to help it, "Yes, sir?"

"What is your thought on the council?"

He blinks, confused, "Sir?" He frowns cautious as he says, "They know what is best?"

"You do not sound as if you like them much," Ultra says softly, and Optimus stiffens. He deserved that reprimand.

"I apologize sir. They... the council mechs and femmes are very honorable bots and I will do my duty for them. I will not disappoint you. Or them. When it is their," he swallows hard around a dry intake, "turn to have me, I will not protest."

Ultra Magnus looks troubled. "That is not what I wanted to hear, Optimus."

"Sir?" he hates how his voice trembles when he says it. He looks away, forcing himself to remain resolved, "I do not know what you mean."

The Magnus touches the screen, "Optimus, if you could choose just one bot to be with, would you prefer that?"

His spark brightens with hope, but he snaps his plates closed to hide it, ignoring the disappointed look from his leader at that. "I would, sir, but I understand that it is not-"

"You can call me Ultra, Optimus. I don't mind. In fact, I'd encourage it."

"Sir, I... what are you suggesting?" His spark is so hopeful now, that perhaps Ultra Magnus is offering to be exclusively with him. Optimus leans toward the console, and then crashes against it when the ship shudders as something impacts it. The warning lights flash on, and Optimus gets up, dismayed that the screen is broken now, dark and offline. "Ratchet, report," he commands, fingers to his temple. "What the slag just happened?"

"It's the fragging 'Cons, Optimus," the bot says, tone panicked.

Oh.

Frag.


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Sequel hook! Oh yeah!

For a sequel we haven't gotten to yet. Whoops. Well, I'm sure you guys don't mind. We'll do it eventually. Just like we'll be doing the sequel to Princess Oil Slick. Don't worry!

We just have so many ideas, and don't write fast enough for all of them. We're trying to finish off some that we have in progress. Continuous Courting, anyone? (Note: This does not mean that will be the next fic uploaded. Do not count on that. There is no promise when the next fic will be up, or that it will be Continuous Courting. We are working on a Rodimus and Perceptor fic.)