Hello one and all! Good news! The hours in the factory have finally been cut back, so I got my Fridays and Saturdays free again! WOO-HOO! Of course that also means less money, but I think I can afford that for now, but it also means more time for my fanfiction!

Fare warning! Please read before you start the story! This chapter has depictions of non-con in it, so if this type of angst makes anyone uncomfortable, please move on. You have been warned so I don't ant to hear any complaints about it in the comments. As for the summary, Steve runs down to report back to Arachnid and stays there longer than he expects.

I don't usually leave shout outs in the one shots, but a little heads up to Guest, thanks for the review, and you are right I am dragging my feet a little, but try not to get ahead of me… Because I can't even get a head of me. XD
Rest assured that I do have plans for Steve and Cass, but they might not be what your expecting… Or is it? Woooo~~…

WARNINGS: If you are not into yaoi, slash, or mech preg, please do not read then try giving me a hard time in the comments and reviews. You were warned on the opening tab, and you are being warned just now. So, if I'm not your cup of tea that's perfectly alright, but please don't be shitty about it.

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MERCY

Chapter 33.3

Arachnid, Antaeus, and Steve

"What do you mean not enough information?!" Steve slammed his servos on the table behind Arachnid's head. The spider like feme didn't even flinch and just continued to casually clean and sharpen her digits. Dealing with unruly cadets was never a problem for her, not when she could rip their helms off if she felt like it. Fortunately for the Vehicon behind her she was still making her claws look pretty. Steve growled from being ignored and scraped his digits over the cold steel of the table. "We had a deal! I find out if Megatron has a lover and get his name, and you tell me Starscream's location! I was nearly deactivated gathering this intel that you instructed me to get!"

"And through other revenues I have already acquired the knowledge I needed." Arachnid smirked as she gently blew away dust off her sharpened digits. "And I do apologize, but the information I had off the seeker's location changed as well. I sent one of my followers to double check, and I was wrong."

"So you put me through the pit and back for nothing!" His anger was understandable, even though it was pure luck that he managed to get into Megatron's quarters at all. He was thinking about what he could do to get in without being caught as he was walking right by the med-bay. The drone wasn't expecting for his plan to fall into his lap, or in his case, chassis. When he got into the chambers, Steve wasn't expecting the young model he caught to be so hospitable. He felt awful for frightening the young model like he did, but the roundness of his plating was suspicious.

There was just something about this drone that didn't fit. He didn't know how it was possible Cass was carrying and Steve probably pushed him a little too much for an answer. Of course, it was a detail he decided to leave out during his audience with Arachnid. If Megatron found out that the feme knew and she used her source to level her punishment, Steve could get in trouble. He already dodged one close call of a horrendous beating, so he didn't need to possibly incriminate himself for another.

"Not for nothing…" Arachnid stood up from the couch, wiggling her hips a little to emphasize her control over the situation. "Consider this a test to your loyalty. And you passed! With flying colors."

"Loyalty?!" Such a crass claim, and the Vehicon would not take part in it. Not after being lied to. "The only thing that is keeping me from stabbing you in the back struts are the protocols programmed in my CPU! If you weren't the current Second in Command I would—!"

"Still do nothing because I could kill you with a flick of my wrist." The large spider unfurled her extra legs on a brief stretch, revealing all of her sharp knives in her attempt of intimidation. It worked, and Steve shuffled on his pedes back, but he didn't change the stern tension in his shoulders. Arachnid lightly cackled in her throat and walked around the living area till she reached the high-grade cabinet. As she poured herself a glass the grounder couldn't help but sneer at her abhorrent comfort in these living quarters. This place once brought Steve solace because it once belonged to Starscream. For a while, when he would step inside, he would have fleeting visions of himself and his Commander in the most wonderful throws of passion. He didn't know what these visions meant, all he knew was how real they felt, but now that Arachnid had taken control of the chambers those visions had all but ceased. She and that monster of an Eradicon had defiled such sacred ground. Not that Steve needed an excuse to hate the duo fliers more.

"Thirsty?" Arachnid smirked as she tried to hand a quarter filled cube to the drone and sipping on her own full to the brim cube. Again she was mocking him, and without hesitation he swatted the glass from her servos. She didn't get upset, she didn't even frown, she just stood in suspension and glanced over Steve's shoulder. "Was that really necessary? You could have just said no."

"You need to be taught some manners, Vehicon." A new voice surprised Steve from behind but what he wasn't expecting was to be thrown down and pinned to the table beneath him. A forearm forced his faceplate over the frozen steel, and a servo pinned his recently rewelded wrist behind his back. Steve yelped as the pain burned up his arm-strut and ignited under his tires. There was no mystery to who was restraining him, and the Vehicon cursed himself for allowing himself to be so easily caught again.

"Get off me Antaeus! Ah!" The pressure on his wrist increased as his assailant leaned over his back and heavily breathed over his neck cables. The taller mech clearly wasn't wearing his battle visor since Steve could feel something long, thick, and wet slithering over his audio receptor. The familiarity of disgust rose up from his tanks and left an acidy taste in the back of his intake. Panic was the next step when the servo on his wrist retreated to his interfacing paneling, and he shifted violently under the heavy weight of Antaeus's larger body.

"Let's not go through this again!" The Eradicon's forearm pushed harder down onto Steve's neck, choking the grounder and breaking his bottom visor clasp from the force. The grounder began to still, unable to get enough air in his vents to properly move. "That's it… Just settle and relax…"

Antaeus turned his helm to Arachnid and smiled as he slightly drooled in eagerness. "Now mistress… Now may I have my prize… Please…"

"So adorable when he begs, is he not?" The spider like feme leaned over the table and gently slid gasping drone's mask off. "It makes it makes it very hard to resist him. But I'm sure you are just so uncomfortable like this. If you behave and agree to do one more task for me, I will tell him to let you up. Just one… More… Little… Task."

Those sharpened digits she finished polishing danced on every word she spoke over the side of Steve's helm but then soothed the flat of her hand over his cheek-plating. She watched as the Vehicon weakly wheezed and tried to mouth his reply.

"Yes? What is it?" Arachnid cooed and leaned in closer to listen to his pathetic whispers. Her reply was not what she was expecting.

"G-Go… Frag yourself…"

"Hm…" The feme sighed, not happy with his answer, but remained poised as she stood back up right. "Open his panel."

"No!" It was futile to protest since his modesty cover clicked open before he could say anything more. Steve air vents were clicking so fiercely he didn't even feel Antaeus's digits in his seems. One flip of a switch and he was unwillingly exposed, and he cried when those same digits began to circle outside of his unlubricated valve. "Please…" His whimper went unheeded as one finger began to probe slowly outside his entrance. "No… Cough! Please stop… Y-You can't…"

"But I can…" The taller mech hissed impatiently. "I just need to wait for my Mistress's command…" He waited there for a minute before making cute whining noises and pouted his lip-plates at the sadistic feme. "May I now my Lady?"

"Patience my toy." Arachnid crossed her arms and sneered devilishly. "Give the poor kid some time to think about his decision carefully… Oh, and have a little courtesy and wet your digits for the lowly thing."

"Mmm… You are much too generous my Lady." Antaeus growled and withdrew his large hand, offering Steve a small amount of relief. The tall flier licked and suckled heavily on his fingers, giving the grounder beneath him plenty of time to think.

"Last chance little mech." The violet feme whispered in a chummy tone. "I promise it will be the last thing you do for me, and I will use my own resources to help you find you precious Commander…"

"Why…?" Optical fluid collected under Steve's golden irises and he tried to lift his helm just a little to get more air. He succeeded but was pushed right back down onto the table where his tears finally slid down his silver metal. "Why me…? Th-There are… Hundreds of drones… To choose from… Why…?"

"Aww…" Arachnid cooed while Antaeus placed his hand back over Steve's valve. His digits this time slicker and creating less friction. "Because I like you too much Steve… And Antaeus is just obsessed with you. He has been a very loyal servant to me for a long time now, so he has earned a few rewards from me… And you just happen to be one of the prizes on his wish list."

The teasing to his valve increased and shamefully it began to lubricate. It was just a natural reaction to the ministrations, but it still filled Steve with guilt. Antaeus was enjoying every single second of the Vehicon's suffering. He waited a long time for this, and it was killing him to wait for Arachnid's signal to just take him and be done with it. Yet prolonging this endeavor was making it all the sweeter.

"Say no again…" He whispered with gritted dental-plates. "Oh please defy the first Lieutenant, and let me finally taste your delectable frame once and for all… I bet you are just delectable—. Wait… What is that…?" In a careless minute, Antaeus accidently pushed his digit inside Steve a little too far and hit something. It had been such a long time since he felt such thing, he didn't believe it was what he thought it was. "Is that…? By the All-Spark! Steve my pretty! Do you still have your seal?!"

"Oh my!" Even Arachnid gasped and went back to stroking her slim hand over the side of his helm. "How precious! You of all mechs, still innocent? What a surprisingly rare find."

"Alright…!" Steve opened his optics wide and he froze in place, fearing if he moved, he would accidently push the digit further inside of him. He did not want to break his seal this way, not in the least. So he surrendered to the feme entirely. "Alright… You win… W-Whatever you want… Just please don't… Uhn! Please don't take away… My only possession…"

"Good boy." The spider feme purred. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" She stepped away one more time and curled herself behind Antaeus. The way he shivered impatiently made Arachnid chortle in her intake and to show her admiration to his enthusiasm she cupped her servos over his codpiece. "Let him go now my favorite plaything. You will have to chase this mouse another day."

"My Lady…?" Antaeus trembled at the thought, but Arachnid was clear with her instructions. The tall flier was going to have to back away and he did so very slowly. First lifting his body off Steve's back and letting him collect more air, but the large hand over the Vehicon's valve lingered. For a moment, Steve believed he could feel the servo withdraw, until it suddenly jerked forward and he felt something painfully pop.

"NO!" Steve cried like he had never cried before and fell to the floor completely distraught. He curled his knees to his chassis defensively while he sobbed into his servo. This wasn't happening. It just wasn't possible. His seal wasn't just broken. Not now… Not by the worse mech on the ship next to Megatron.

"Oops…" The wicked drone licked his fingers again, his shivering slowing from the taste of lubricants giving him some sick satisfaction. "My hand slipped… Forgive me my Mistress…?"

"Hmmm… For now." Arachnid slithered around the stoic form of the Eradicon and reached for a small darkened datapad on the opposite end of the table. She knelt on one knee next to Steve's helm and tucked the device under one of his tightly gripped servos. "This is no ordinary datapad, it is a blackout datapad. There is no way to turn it on, log into it, read info from it, or hack it. It doesn't do anything until I activate it from a secret server. Keep it with you at all times, and when it activates, memorize everything on it, then throw it into a designator. Do everything as I have instructed of you… And I will grant your wishes to the fullest of my abilities."

She stood and left Steve a quivering mess upon the floor. Left to mourn the sliver of his innocence he let slip from his grasp and that very moment he felt as though he would deactivate and even believed he would welcome death. For what was the longest span of time for the Vehicon, Steve just stared out to the center of the room as the soft dark lights on the ground slowly spun. Another memory was forming, but this one was different when the living area began to change shape. He could hear Arachnid and Antaeus speaking to each other in muffled tones. They were also fading away, and Steve welcomed their absence, even if it was just in his processor.

"Steve…" A delightful relief it was to hear Starscream's voice slip over his audios, so he closed his optics and envisioned the adored all his function. He prayed that this fantasy was a pleasant one. It should be, if it was entirely about his beloved. "Steve… Don't give up… I need you…"

This was different from his other visions he had before. This didn't feel like a possible memory like the others he had. It somehow felt like an open communication, but that couldn't be right. For one thing, he turned off his comm links before entering the room, no one could contact them if they wanted to. It must have been his CPU playing tricks on him. He was just so desperate for anything to give him some sort of comfort that he began to fabricate his former Commander's voice, but as his optics grew heavy, he thought that he would allow it to happen. He would allow his insanity to immerse his thoughts and listen to his imagination whisper sweet nothings over his audios.

"Please… Stay with me…" The voice washed around him so soothingly Steve could have sworn he felt Starscream's servos glide over his trembling frame. He remembered feeling this way before during what he believed was a flashback and it turned out to be Antaeus, but the Vehicon didn't care. He could just keep pretending, because the reality of his function was that this was the best he was ever going to receive. "Be strong my soldier, for I have something to tell you. Something I have been holding in my Spark for so long and… I'm just not brave enough to say it aloud yet… So please don't slip away from me. I need you still…"

Was this a memory? It felt so real, but it couldn't be, no matter how much he wished it was true. He thought his delusion was over when he could no longer feel the invisible hands on him evaporated, but something warm dropped onto his cheek. Was it a kiss? A finale farewell to satisfy his fallacy? But that couldn't be right either, since the warmth he first felt rapidly began to chill and roll down the curve of his top derma. It was some sort of liquid, and tried to shake it away, but it accidentally slipped into his oral cavity. The taste immediately disgusted Steve, because he recognized the taste of it right away, and despite how sore he was he rapidly pulled himself up on his knees. He finally discovered he was surrounded by small puddles and trickles of cycled energon and the back of his frame was coated with another drones blood. It was obvious where the energon came from when Antaeus stood above him. The giant flier's metal and mesh was completely soaked from helm to ped in both fresh and dried on energon that was clearly not his own.

"What's the matter Steve?" Antaeus taunted him while he crouched down in front of the shocked grounder. He slid his digit under Steve's jaw line and tenderly stroked his sharp thumb beneath a wavering lip-plate. "You really lucked out after all… None of this is your blood."

Frozen and terrified, Steve sat still while the taller mech leaned over him to whisper into his audio receptor. The venom in Antaeus's vocals dripping down the Vehicon's neck faster and thicker than the cycled energon rolling down his back struts. "However… The next time we meet, I promise you… I will slowly bleed you dry while I defile you for days on end… You… Will… Be mine…"

"Stop loitering over the little thing and let him up." Arachnid returned to the room with an injured drone over her shoulder. In one swift push of her shoulder she threw the lifeless body on the floor beside Steve who gasped through his anxiety filled air vents. "Be a dear and take this to the med-bay on your way out? Tell the doctor he was ambushed by Autobots or something and I will hack his Ground Bridge log use later… And remember, keep that data pad close by, because you may be hearing from me very, very soon."

"Oh, poor Knockout…" Breakdown sighed to himself in the med-bay while he checked Simon's vitals. "He just fell into recharge before Megatron ordered him to meet in the Communications Bridge. I don't care how much he argues, when this is all over, he is taking the rest of the week off."

The large mech was having a rather quiet evening to himself despite all of the commotion was going on outside. He decided he would do his best to appreciate the calm since he could be called out for a combative mission any minute, and he did so for a collective five minutes. However, right after he cleaned the mesh under the wounded miner's visor, the bay doors rushed open. Two more drones stumbled inside; one was hyperventilating in panic and his companion appeared to be unconscious as he was being carried in a fireman's hold.

"O-Officer Breakdown!" The functioning Vehicon lightly wept as he limped inside. "Please help him! He was ambushed by Autobots!"

Very little time was wasted, and Breakdown jumped into action. At this point it was all too routine considering how active the med-bay was for the past few months. First, pull out a berth, next settle the patient into a comfortable position, then finally assess all of said patient's injuries and repair them to the fullest extent of his own medical abilities. The first two sections of this routine went smoothly until he removed the wounded drones battle visor and immediately recognized the flier.

"Bob?" Breakdown gasped with his yellow optic glowing wide. "How did this happen? He wasn't sanctioned to go to Earth for another two weeks!"

"How did you know that?" The grounder that brought the Eradicon to the med-bay questioned with a heavy breath. A legitimate question since he had no idea the medical assistant even knew the other mech.

"He told me himself!" The worried blue mech struggled to hurriedly close all of the bleeding wounds around Bob's frame. "These wounds are not consistent to an Autobot ambush! There are cuts along his mesh that have healed over and been ripped back open! He was tortured!"

Finding Bob was stabilized for the time being, Breakdown spun around angrily to face down the other drone. "What did you do to—?! Him…?"

The Vehicon stood there shivering and wheezing with his arms crossed over waist defensively. The higher officer could see optical lubricants dribbling out of the base of his visor, but what was most alarming was the small traces of fresh energon streaking down the inside of the timid drone's thigh.

"What happened to you?" Breakdown's words softened and he did his best to make his frame appear smaller than it was. He could see the signs of assault all over the smaller grounder's frame, and he knew he shouldn't come off so threatening. "Were you attacked by the same mech?"

"No!" The Vehicon backed away towards the door, regretting his decision for not running out the door right after delivering Bob to the room. "I-I'm… F-Fine… I should be going—Ah!"

The drone fell, and Breakdown was too late to catch him. His battle visor slid off when his helm hit the ground. It was a combination of exhausted anxiety and the blow to his processor that caused the smaller mech to pass out, and the higher officer was just as surprised to find out the identity of the second mech.

"Steve?" He cradled the Vehicon gently, helping him to sit up right. "Primus this ship is going straight to the Pit… What is going on?" Getting his other arm under Steve's leg struts, he scooped the third unconscious mech up and stood with him bridal in his arms. One look around the room, it occurred to the former Wrecker, that he was out of medical berths to unfold. "By the All-Spark… Where am I going to put you?"

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