Title: Finders, Keepers (part 9/?)
Rating: M (This part M!)
Pairing/Characters: Scavenger/Gears, Constructicons,
Disclaimer:Not mine, Hasbro's and other people.
Universe: G1
Warning: Non-Con, disabled partner, captivity, pet
Summary: Scavenger found a half-dead minibot (Gears) and decided to adopted him as his pet. Moving time!
Author's Note:b The awesome eerian_sadow is still with me! Please give your love and thanks to her for helping me!
After making sure that the box that contained his lover was shut tight, Scavenger skittered through the hallways. He took detours to avoid fellow Decepticons and on two occasions he leaped into a storage closet. As promised, Gears kept silent. Internally, however, he seethed as he was shifted from one direction to another.
Finally, after what seemed for an eternity, Scavenger reached the base's exit elevator. He convinced himself that he was safe, but the moment he pressed the control button, someone sneaked up on him.
"H-Hey Scavenger. What's with the box?" Mixmaster asked. Long Haul stood next to the chemist, his arms crossed over his chassis.
"Box? What box?"
"The one you're holding, you idiot." Scolded Long Haul. He strongly whacked the side of the wooded crate to for good measure. "The one that you've been prancing around with the past 10 breems."
"Oh! Yes, that! Ha, hum. It's just some.. junk?" The power-shovel answered nervously. Had they been following him? He sent some glances towards the lift's door, and hoped that it would arrive soon, allowing him to escape this interrogation. His answer caused his brothers to snort in derision
"Since when do you consider anything junk?" Long Haul asked.
"When things are broken!" Scavenger replied hastily. His tone was getting coloured with desperation and anger. "Leave me alone now!" Of course, asking them to stop bothering him just encouraged them to continue.
"Oh-ho! You broke some of your toys?" Long Haul inquired with fake concern dripping from his voice. "You don't seem sad!"
"Y-yes! Y-you're not a s-snivelling pile of sap!" Added Mixmaster.
"I am sad!" He huffed. "I said leave me alone!" He turned his back on them. He hoped that such action would tell them that he really wanted for the conversation to stop and be left alone.
Mixmaster and Long Haul exchanged devious grins and entered into Scavenger's personal space. They trailed their servos over the box, making Scavenger wish he could back away and return in his sanctuary. However, his brothers blocked his escape by crowding him.
"You know what I think?" Started Long Haul. "I think you just want to take some of your collection elsewhere."
"Y-yes, S-scavenger has filled his room with all his treasure. Now, he f-finds another hiding place for the rest." Continued the chemist.
"I, well, maybe... It's a small room...?" Scavenger said. He had to get those two off his case! If they wanted to believed that the box was filled with his regular possessions instead of his precious Autobot lover, then so be it. If he agreed with them and got them to believe their own stories they would leave him alone, wouldn't they?
"Small room?" Long Haul cried in disbelief. "It's the biggest cargo room we got on board." Indeed, what Long Haul said was true. "You know how much heat Scrapper got for getting that place for you?" Having been fed up with all the items cluttering the Constructicon Common Room, Scrapper had requested more space form Megatron. The request came with its shares of problems, but finally Megatron agreed to reward the leader of the Constructicon with the Cargo Room 5. In turn, Scrapper had given it to Scavenger with the promised to not leave any of his collection in the common room or anywhere else for that matter.
"Well.. It's still too small..."
"You know Scrapper's gonna flip knowing you need more space."
"I-If he is to discover, o-off course." Mixmaster said with a deceptive smile.
"Please, don't tell him!" Pleaded Scavenger. "What do you want in return?"
His brothers shared a look, then gave him a synchronized shrug. "Don't know yet," said Long Haul. "We'll tell you when we want the favour repaid." His brothers appeared satisfied with the boon they just gained and stepped away.
It is at that moment that the long awaited lift finally deigned to show up. He shifted the crate and hoped that his small lover wasn't too uncomfortable inside. Quickly he stepped on board and gave a sigh of relief at being able to escape his brothers.
"Oh! Scavenger!" Called out Long Haul as the lift started to go up. "Don't forget to come back in time for the battle. Devastator is a must to win!"
The power-shovel was too far up to reply, but made careful note of the comment. The stress of finding his room is disarray and the possibility of losing his lover made the upcoming battle slip his mind. It was kind of ironic considering it was the same battle that got him worked up on the potential loss of his minibot. It started earlier with Starscream requiring him to gather specific elements to create an explosive copy of the Autobot Gears... Of his lover, actually.
'Gears...'The name felt strange when Scavenger though about it. He had trouble associating it with his lover. He'd get used to it, he imaged. Anyway, once the explosive decoy was in place, they would let the Autobots get near. And when the timing would be just right it would detonate. The shocked Autobots would not have enough time to recuperate before Devastator emerged underneath them. Devastator would keep the fighters busy while another group would secure the ransom energon.
Scavenger replayed the information about the battle-plan. He wondered why they couldn't just send the clone in without the explosives. The Autobots would be happy and would avoid searching for ...Gears. Then, he wouldn't have to worry about his lover returning home to his friends anymore. As he continued to muse about that, a knock shook his thoughts away. It took him a moment to realize it came from inside the box he carried.
"We're almost there," he answered his impatient lover. "Just a few more klicks, dear". The knocks didn't resume. He half-wished for the minibot to confirm that he was all right in there. But, he'd have to wait until he reached his new hide-out to check on ... Gears.
After several more minutes of travel, Scavenger arrived at the desired location. It was in a deserted area and in front of him stood an immense hollow rock. The insides hid an old base they built, but haven't used in many months. Before, the camouflaged doorways would open to any approaching Decepticon signature. Now, however, the detector, security alarm and most of the valuable equipment was removed and transported to another base. For that reason, the entrance needed to be pried open manually and forced closed once inside. The Constructicon wasted no time in entering and looking over his new secret sanctuary.
Wires, cogs, a few loose screws, mounds of dirt, cobwebs, a beaten up monitor and an out-dated console were the base's current decorations. The place felt lifeless. But, Scavenger decided that it would just be the perfect opportunity to build a charming habitation for the two of them. And, he could bring his intact favourite collection pieces to create a fabulous interior design. All in all, the move was a good thing.
After briefly scanning the abandoned base, he opened the crate and carefully lifted his lover out of there. "So, what do you think?" Scavenger asked while slowly rotating to show the whole room.
"It's a dump," replied the minibot, dryly. He hardly looked at the place.
"Well, of course right now it's not much to look at. There's nothing. But, give me some time to fix the place up. I'll throw a few rugs around, get rid of that console, bring in your TV-"
"Console?" Gears stretched his head trying to see what the Decepticon was talking about. Scavenger turned around, allowing Gears to gaze on the large monitor and dusty console underneath. "Where are we anyway?"
"It's just an old base. No one comes around here anymore. So, I can keep it."
"Does that thing still works?"
Scavenger looked at it, and shrugged. "I don't know... Probably not."
"Carry me over there."
"Now?" Asked Scavenger incredulously. He didn't have time to waste, but at the same time he couldn't deny his lover's request."Okay, if it'll make you happy."
The Constructicon lumbered over there and allowed Gears to check the material. Often, Gears motioned to his captor to lower him, or open a panel so he could check the insides. The dim glow from Gears' optics allowed him to do a quick inventory. Dust was found in abundance and most components were speckled with rust. For an instant, he even thought he spotted a Scraplet. Luckily, it was just a broken lightbulb.
"Pit, there's a lot of missing components. But I think I can work it out..." muttered Gears as he dug inside with his working arm.
"Did you say something?"
"I said: Pull me out." The minibot swiftly lied. Scavenger obeyed, and then laid Gears down on the ground, using console to prop Gears in a sitting position. He went back to the crate and started removing the materials. As he did so, he started a conversation with his distracted lover.
"So, hum, you wanted to keep the console..?"
"Slag yeah. And don't I see you trying to get rid of it, you hear?" It would be necessary for Gears to use parts of it to repair himself. And if he was lucky, which was never, he might be able to build some sort of communicator.
"Oh, I won't. I'm glad you like it." Scavenger said as he kept pulling out objects from inside the crate. Most of the things were soft and malleable to make the trip easier on his Gears. He knelt next to his red mini-bot and laid on the ground what he collected. He wasted no time building a comfortable nest to lay in. He wouldn't have enough for a large bed, but on his next hunt he'd make sure to gather something more dignified. For now, it would serve its purpose. As he built, he was bothered by the silence and struck up another conversation.
"So, huh, Gears... That's a rather.. Hum.. Common designation."
"You know a lot of 'Gears'?"
"N-no. Not common in the sense of popular. Haven't you ever thought of changing it?"
"What's wrong with it?" Gears flared up.
"Nothing! Nothing, dear. I was just thinking that something might suit you better?" It felt strange associating such an ordinary name to his temperamental lover. "How about Spitfire?"
"What! No! I'm not changing my designation! You're not changing my designation!"
"Okay, okay!" Scavenger held up his servos in surrender. "How about adding to it then? Goldengears? Top Gear? Gears-plex?"
"You're going to shut up now," threatened Gears in a low voice. If he could, he would have brought the Decepticon close and glared deeply into the red visor. "You are going to stop trying to change what defines me. Then, we're going to stop having this conversation. And, you will never bring it up again."
"I-I, okay.. I was just making for some small talk.. We don't talk anymore.."
"Frag! Not this again!"
"Oh, no, I'm not starting that again. I swear. I was just mentioning..." Scavenger's voice went meek. "I have to go back to work soon. It's a big job this time, y'know. I just wanted something nice to remember when I left..."
"Tch, don't look at me then!"
"Oh, but I like looking at you! You feel my spark with such joy!"
"When they built you, how many screws did they lose?" Scavenger tried to recall and his memories came up blank. "Ergh! Never mind! Just finish making... the berth." Gears noticed that the main materials were brightly coloured stuffed toys. "And tell me about your next job if you want to talk."
Scavenger nodded in relief by the order bustled into work. "Well, it's going to be a battle."
"Ah, a battle. And of course, you don't know the details."
"Actually," started Scavenger before he cut himself off. For once he was well-informed considering his knowledge of the decoy and the key role Devastator would play. Part of him really wanted to share with his lover that he was important enough to be privilege to confidential information. But another part of him realized that Gears might be highly offended knowing he was going to partake in a battle where his double would be use as bait for his friends. Then blown up...
"Actually, what?"
"Nothing, you're right! I don't know anything, ha-ha." Gears gave him a sceptical look. Clearly the Decepticon's lie was thin.
"Huh-uh. You kno-"
"Hey look!" interrupted Scavenger. "Finished!" He pointed the lumpy bedding. "What do you think?"
"I preferred the other one, before you burned it down."
"That was an accident!"
"My back-joints are going to be misaligned lying on that."
"It's temporary, just for tonight."
"Make a better one, instead."
"I can't. I have to go now. I shouldn't be late." Scavenger answered regrettably. He picked up the small bot and laid him on the bed. Scavenger knew he had to leave immediately. If he didn't, he'd face the consequences of Scrapper's wrath. He did sacrifice a few seconds to lean his forehead against his lover's.
As Scavenger backed away, Gears grabbed hold of his captor's chest pipes. The minibot had no strength to keep the other there, but his action was enough to immobilize Scavenger.
"Honey," started Scavenger with a nervous laugh. He found the clingy act adorable, but the timing was horrible. "I really have to go. I need to be there. The others need me there today." The way the Constructicon stressed his need to leave convinced Gears that Devastator would be part of the fight. And, it would seem that the giant mech would be used intelligently instead of a last resort. Gears couldn't in good conscious allow the Gestalt to threaten his friend if he could do something to stop it.
"Stay," ordered Gears, his mind made up.
"I can't." Scavenger laid his servos on Gears' and gently tried to disengage them from his pipes.
"Yes you can." Gears replied. He went straight to the point to convince Scavenger. "I want you. Now."
"Wha..? B-but I have to leave!" Was he imagining it? Did his lover really want to be intimate now? "I'll be back soon. Then we can, you know...Make love." He explained shyly. "I'd be glad to... But, you have to understand, I have to go now." The Decepticon sounded desperate, torn between duty and desire.
"But I want you now. Not later. I won't want to 'face later." Gears felt disgusted, as he pulsed his energy field toward the bigger mech looming over him. It was weak and forced, however Scavenger's response was immediate. His own field joined Gears, crackles of electricity forming around him. He lowered his head and nuzzle the other neck.
"I, I need to go! Please don't make me stay... They'll be mad." Even though Scavenger was trying to convince Gears, he kept caressing his lover's body. It was obvious to Gears that the Decepticon wouldn't be able to resist. The Autobot just needed to keep encouraging the desperate mech to interface and he could save his friends from facing Devastator. It would be a simple sacrifice. He would feel disgusted for many vorns to come, but at least he wouldn't hate himself by failing to protect his fellow Autobots. If he believed the rumours that flew around the Ark, he wouldn't be the first one to interface with a Decepticon to save a few lives.
With that in mind, Gears sent the command to open his spark chamber. He wished that it would finish quickly, but he knew he had to draw out the action. The more time Scavenger spent with him meant the less time he'd be on the battlefield.
Scavenger servos trembled at the sight of his lover opening under him. His pleas to postpone their intimacy died in his vocaliser. He haven't seen his lover's spark in a long time; long enough that he had forgotten the bright blue-white swirls. It was mesmerizing beautiful, especially with it spinning wantonly. Scavenger was hypnotized and was unable to tear his gaze away. His servos trembled as they drew closer to the tantalizing light show Gears was performing. He gently traced the edge of the chamber.
A small gasp left Gears.
"Sorry," said Scavenger. He lifted his servos off of his lover's frame as if he had touched a red-hot metal. "Was that okay? Did you like that?"
Gears wanted to tell his captor to get the frag out of his face. To take his servos and shove them as far up his aft! But he vented deeply and counted to ten before replying through gritted teeth that the sensation had been pleasurable. Scavenger seemed very satisfied, and stroked the edge a second time. Gears emitted the same sound. He couldn't stand the touch, even if it felt very nice. His spark reacted on its own and grew hotter and brighter every time Scavenger's digits caressed the sensitive edges.
Sometimes when the edges created static on Scavenger's servo, he passed over his lover's spark. Small arcs jumped from the digits to the luminescent sphere. When it occurred, Gears couldn't prevent himself from gasping. After the fourth electric arc, Scavenger removed his mouth piece and traced the chamber's edges with his glossa. The moist oral fluid left behind acted as a conduit and sizzled when the electricity came near.
"Primus," murmured the minibot. He was surprised by his treacherous body's reaction. He blamed his reaction to some crossed-wires and not to Scavenger's loving attentiveness. He couldn't remember having been with someone that gave him similar pleasure. Had his paralysed body allowed him to thrash around, he would. Instead, his functional hand found and squeezed the green plating.
Scavenger took it as a hint and brought his face to Gears and initiated a kiss. The minibot surrendered, but didn't return the passion. It didn't matter to the Decepticon. He was deep in the moment and retracted his own central plating. He pushed the smaller bots legs apart and bent his lanky body and slowly closed the distance between the two sparks.
Tendrils from both sides reached toward each other and mingled. As Scavenger descended, their sparks expanded and synchronized. Pulse after pulse ran through Gears as Scavenger pumped more energy.
"Ah!" Cried out the minibot. He bit his bottom lip to avoid making another pathetic mew. Scavenger relinquished the mouth and nuzzled, licked and bit the soft neck-cables. The neck-cables were usually well hidden by his helm, but his head was thrown back in ecstasy and allowed for easy access. Gears tried to ignore the pleasurable sensations, but it was getting harder and harder as their sparks started to become asynchronous. Each sent powerful waves trying return to a normal cadence.
Finally, Gears spark couldn't maintain the pace and released all the pent-up energy. Scavenger siphoned the charge and doubled the power back to Gears. The minibot's overload came hard and fast and the backlash pushed Scavenger over the edge.
The intense light that was created faded to a cool glow. Their vents created a soothing whirl, condescension formed on their frames and they both powered down. Before falling into an interface induced slumber, Gears proudly acknowledge the success of his self-imposed mission. Devastator wouldn't be part of the fight; his friends were safe.
TBC
Favorite quote goes to:
Gears! For the: "I preferred the other one, before you burned it down." I just really like it :P
And people, sorry for the delay. Hoep you liked it.
