Brief Respite

Brief Respite

It was hard living amongst the violent Decepticons. If you were too slow in getting the materials to them, any one of them would punch you while everyone else snickered in support. Yes, Nosecone and Silverbolt tried to keep heart, tried to stay focused – but everything about the con culture repulsed them.

They had seen slight changes brought on by Raptor's cunning comments. Autobots captured since their servitude began had been raped very little, some not even molested at all. This was a drastic change in how Decepticons used to treat prisoners. Pointing to the fundamental change of philosophy that was beginning to course through the ranks; for if it was 'beneath Raptor' – then each con felt it was 'beneath them'. For each con had the urge to always make themselves feel superior to all others.

Raptor had even shown Soundwave a new and much more effective way to interrogate prisoners. After connecting data transfer cables, the Decepticon interrogator would use pleasure sensation on the prisoner's sensory array nets – in order to push the bot to overload. Right as the bot overloaded, their firewalls fell, and the interrogator could copy every file in an instant. Yes, this method terrified the captured Autobots because of its effectiveness. But they were no longer beaten and tortured for months on end.

Since the captives were no longer weakened to the point of system failure, they were now 'useful' to the Decepticons. Raptor set up 'prison factories'; where the captives were housed, maintained and generated the materials that the con forces needed as the scope of their offensive front grew dramatically.

Even Galvatron now mumbled under his breath about 'increasing civilian production' as a part of his growing empire. The overwhelming urge to kill anything with Autobot insignia, had seemed to fade in him. At least towards any Autobot now referred to as 'civilian'. He now viewed them merely as mindless machines that supported his conquest.

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Silverbolt felt Nosecone lean into him. They lay together in the corner of Raptor's quarters that they called their own. The former Aerialbot knew that Raptor truly thought of them as equals, but she couldn't let the Decepticons see this. So to keep her 'civilian' employees in their place, she didn't give them their own quarters and forced them to simply sleep on her floor. He almost hoped that she'd hurry up and assassinate Galvatron, so they could quit playing this game of illusions. But he knew she wouldn't strike, until the day of total Decepticon victory.

The smaller Mech shifted, pressing himself into Silverbolt. Wrapping his arms around his friend, he comforted him as much as he could. He was glad he was stuck in this with the intelligent Nosecone, for they supported each other as they tried to struggle through their 'civilian' tasks each day. He had told the Technobot as much as he dared, for he knew that it was best that only he, Raptor and Starscream should know the true reason she was part of the con ranks. The fewer Mechs that knew – the better the chance she would be successful.

Nosecone shifted, laying his arm across Silverbolt as he turned over and set his head on the Aerialbot's shoulder. Hesitantly, he rubbed his fingertips lightly across the Mech's side. Wanting some physical release, but unsure as to how his friend would react. "It's going to be a while before Raptor returns, Galvatron paged her;" he mumbled.

Silverbolt shifted, enjoying the sensations that the smaller Mech's fingers were causing. "Probably another one of those violent encounters," he sighed. He'd never understand how Raptor could keep going and getting beaten while overloading – but if Galvatron called, she never said no. Granted, if she did every say no… he shuddered at the thought of the consequence.

"I'll never understand how she can do it," Nosecone murmured. His thoughts were obviously running along the same path that Silverbolt's were.

He shrugged, "Cons just don't understand real pleasure, do they?"

"Don't think so. Wonder if Raptor expects us to change that in their society?" the smaller Mech pondered, as his fingers traced circles across Silverbolt's protective armor.

"I'm happy that they pretty much quit raping captives." Silverbolt rubbed his fingers along the Mech's back.

"Big improvement I'll agree."

"I don't think they'd ever understand pleasure without pain."

"Pleasure in a simple kiss," Nosecone looked up at him. His blue optics filled with want.

"Just a simple kiss," Silverbolt agreed. Then he took the offer and kissed his friend.

As the time passed, the two Autobots became so engrossed in their passion, that they did not hear the sound of Raptor lying down heavily on her bunk. She'd teleported to her quarters the second she'd rebooted from her painful game with Galvatron. Energon dripped from torn peripherals all over her fuselage, testament to the power of her Commander's fist.

Lying on her belly, she watched the painless pleasure of the two Autobots in the corner of her quarters. It reminded her a lot of how it had once been for her as a human. Unshed tears filled her optics as she reminded herself that she had no room in her current life for that type of pleasure. It would make her soft.

Silverbolt looked over, his blue optics widening in shock as he noticed his damaged employer watching them. Nosecone felt his friend's sudden tenseness, he knew that Raptor must've come back early. Rolling off his friend, he looked sheepishly at Raptor, hoping they hadn't ticked her off.

She smiled sadly at them, nodding for them to continue. "Don't mind me, continue. Show me what it is like to be Autobot. Allow me to forget for a little while; the pain of being Decepticon."

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