C.M.D: Just as I inspire my friends, I in turn am inspired by them. When my good friend Randomus began writing about his own version of the Wreckers in kittycon verse, I fell in love with them. First Aid's family is heavily influenced by such stories, and though I will explain some of the history, for a thorough background I greatly recommend reading Randomus' works! You can find the link to his account in my profile.
Because some scenes in here are pretty mature, they have been removed. For the full version please follow the links also in my profile.

Title: Blades and First Aid
Rating: M
Warning: Incest and implied rape

Blades was coming.

First Aid practically ran through his front door, remembering to close it behind him a moment later, all abuzz with excitement. His carrier had called him last night to inform him that his estranged brother, Blades, would be stopping by Iacon for a visit. The bull terrier, usually so busy and never around, had promised to stop by at their parents' home for dinner that orn. It would be an understatement to say that First Aid was looking forward to seeing him again.

Since the time he was young, he'd always loved Blades. His brother was strong, fast, witty... A lot of mechs called him a monster, some even said he was insane. But for the australian shepherd, who knew the history that revolved around the older mech, he didn't care. Blades was Blades. He had always been that way. And nothing said or shown, could stop his gentle spark from caring for his brother as deeply as he did.

"I... I hope he likes my new outfit." The autodog smiled at his reflection in his berthroom mirror, carefully taking out his brand new clothes from the closet. Not one to usually care about overtly pretty or expensive things, First Aid had caved when he saw the simple but cute pale baby blue blouse at the boutique near the hospital. It had a trimmed collar and cuffs, with two buttons in the shape of little birds on the front. The sleeves wore fairly tightly around the arms and upper chest, but the bottom of the shirt was designed to billow out and sway freely. Coupled with a pair of brand new, navy blue slacks, the autodog thought the entire ensemble modest but beautiful and couldn't wait to show his brother his new purchase.

"Oh, but I better hurry!," he said to himself, jumping in surprise as he glanced at the clock on his nightstand. "I want to pick up a slice of his favourite cake before I go there." Tossing his clothes gently on his berth, First Aid scurried for his bathroom, throwing off his clothes as he went in his rush for the shower.

xXxXxXxXx

The walk to his parents' home was a pleasant one. The sun was shining warmly down on First Aid, but a cool breeze kept him from getting over-heated; ruffling his coat and his ears gently. Giggling at the soft touch, the autodog continued his trek, smiling and humming softly, swinging the little cake box in his servos back and forth carefully. He was just rounding the bend when First Aid thought to glance at his watch, smiling brightly as he read the time.

He was going to be earlier than expected, but that would be alright. His family would welcome him warmly all the same, and he knew this would allow him to spend more time with Blades.

"B-brother...," the white mech smiled serenely to himself. He had missed the bull terrier terribly since the last time he had seen him, and he hoped that Blades would stay around longer this time. He didn't like it when his brother disappeared for months at a time, only to come back with some sort of vague excuse and another small scar.

First Aid sighed. "I know he's fighting... I know that's what they make him do these days, but I..." He just wanted Blades to be happy. For him to feel like part of the family again. For him to want to stay and not run off on dangerous missions all the time. "...At least he always comes back to us," the autodog smiled.

Glancing upwards, the australian shepherd was overjoyed to see his parents' house. He couldn't keep down the bubble of excitement that grew within him and he increased his pace, eager to see his brother again.

"W-wait! Blades- mmphf!"

The small mech stopped dead in tracks at the sudden yelp, turning his helm towards the bushes that preceded the pathway leading to the nearby park.

Nervously, First Aid looked around himself, but there was no one else around to be seen and he heard something hit the ground hard on the other side; leaves rustling slightly with the motion. He... he had heard his brother's name, hadn't he? There couldn't possibly be that many 'bots around this area with the same name.

Slowly, he circled around, looking for a part in the foliage.

"M-mmm...," a voice gasped, mewling softly. Even to his confused processor, it sounded familiar, "P-primus, y-you're... you're s-so-" The words were cut off again, something wet sounding following, accompanied by soft groans and low growls.

Just as he thought he should turn back and leave the two well enough alone, First Aid found his part in the bushes; his optics glancing inside and flaring in horror at the sight that befell him. Tangled in each other's arms, frames grinding and mouths pressed firmly together... His brother Blades... and his other brother, Streetwise...

The australian shephered tripped backwards immediately, a servo pressing tight against his mouth, holding back his scream. His spark, swelled and writhed, tearing and ripping apart at this horrible revelation; tears flooding his vision as Streetwise gave another small moan, making the watcher flinch. N-no... this... This couldn't...

Before he even was aware of what was happening, First Aid was dropping his cake; stepping on the little box as he turned and bolted from the scene, trying not to wail in misery as his spark was crushed in his chestplates...

xXxXxXxXx

Blades...

Blades and Streetwise...

First Aid wandered slowly down the street, arms hugging himself and optics turned down to the sidewalk. He didn't really know for how long he had been walking, or even where he was at the moment. He just... just felt so lost... Trying to think of something to do, of where to go, was an impossible task. The autodog just couldn't get his processor to think, because... because thinking meant remembering, and remembering hurt, because...

He had loved Blades. Loved him since the first time he saw him. Was saved by him. Maybe it was a childish crush at first, but he had grown up with these feelings in his spark. Blades never scared him, Blades was never a bad mech in his mind... Blades was good. Blades was kind.

Blades was his knight.

He loved him...

First Aid stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, finally lifting his helm and looking around him. All the stores had closed now; the city bathed in red and orange... Looking over his shoulder plating, he saw that the sun was really setting. The orn was coming to a close at last.

His poor, bleeding spark pulsed weakly at the sight of the sun dipping below the buildings, as if crying out in remorse...

W-why? Why did S-streetwise g-get... He was never going to say anything! Never! He could never be certain that Blades would ever return his feelings, and he did not wish to strain their already peculiar family situation by confessing any feelings for his brother. So why then did his oldest sibling, Streetwise, get Blades?

Why did he get to kiss him? To hold him and be held back? Why did he get to love him as he wished, and First Aid couldn't?!

"Well, well, well... What's wrong, sweetspark? Broken spark?" The australian shepherd turned slowly to the greasy voice, staring sadly up at the kittycon leaning against the wall next to him. His visor flared brightly at the autodog's attention; his lip components twisting upwards in a smirk.

"...leave me alone...," First Aid mumbled quickly, walking past the mech.

He tried not to cringe as he heard the other fall into step behind him. "See, I might do just as you ask... if it didn't sound to me like that's the very absolute opposite of what you wanted," the stranger chuckled. "Come on... Tell me what's on your mind. Maybe I can help?"

The white mech tried to increase his pace. "N-no, you can't! You can't do anything at all! Now leave me alone!"

The kittycon swooped right into his path, shoving the autodog up against the adjacent building; leaning dangerously into his face. Optics flared, First Aid tried not to whimper, suddenly very aware of how tiny he was in comparison to this other mech. "I think...," the lynx started slowly, his words weaving a dark and hypnotic spell, "That maybe I can. You're in pain... So much of it." A finger stroked across his cheekplate, catching one of his tears. "You only wanted to love and be loved in return, but... but someone cheated you out of that chance, didn't they? The one you love so sweetly, they chose another... Someone else you never had expected. Someone you just can't let have beat you."

Y-yes... If it, if it had been anyone other than Streetwise, First Aid would not have minded as much. He would have let Blades go, he was sure of it! But to know, that out of his two brothers... Blades had chosen Streetwise...

The lynx grinned victoriously, gently stroking the australian shepherd's cheekplates and ears. "Am I right? Is that the misfortune that befell your tender spark?," he cooed in cruel inquiry. "It's alright... You can tell me..."

First Aid choked at the sympathy in the other's words, even if he knew it was false. He just could not stand it any longer though. All he had wanted was to love Blades, and maybe, one orn, hopefully, to have his love in return. Now, he had no chance. Now, he was just pathetic. "H-he...," the autodog sobbed, dropping his helm to the floor. "I-i don't want to r-remember. I d-don't want t-to think about him a-anymore! I w-want to forget!"

The stranger was silent for a moment, before he leaned in further, purring as he bowed and craned his neck to stare into First Aid's miserable optics. "Now that... I think I can do," he grinned viciously, before his mouth slammed onto the autodog's; glossa slithering quickly into his gaping mouth.

First Aid squeaked and writhed, terrified. He tried to shove the other mech away, but he couldn't find the strength. His spark, it was still too weak, and his frame trembled at the sudden pleasure that spiked across his sensory grid as the kittycon slid a servo under his coat and up his shirt. Overwhelmed by it all, the australian shepherd actually stopped fighting, his weary thoughts thinking for a moment.

This mech... he was almost the same exact size and frame type as his brother. His visor held the same insane light as Blades's optics, though it was crueler and more vicious, compared to the bull terrier's gaze whose was more so broken and traumatized. His laughter was just as chilling, setting fur on end... He was so much like his brother and not, all at the same time. But for his aching spark... he was perfect...

Grabbing the stranger's sleeves, First Aid pushed back up into the other's mouth, trying to shove back his disgust and pain as he returned the lynx's kiss; breaking away an astrosecond after, panting and looking up at the mech pleadingly. "P-please... m-make me forget," he stuttered, a soft whine in his tone.

The grey mech leered, pulling the autodog close again. "Of course," he replied.

He only had a moment to realize what was happening before he was being shoved into the nearest alleyway, the kittycon slinking in after him. The red visor glowed brightly against the shadows as First Aid stumbled backwards, unnerved by the filth and unknown sounds surrounding him. "W-wait, maybe-"

The stranger cackled, stepping further and further into the alley, making the autodog back up until the exit was completely blocked by the other's looming frame. "You're not changing your mind now, are you?," he sneered. "Now, now..."

First Aid yelped as the stranger pounced, knocking him to the ground. He fell in something slimy, and it splashed all over his plating, coating thickly on his coat and ears. Whimpering, the australian shepherd attempted to shove the other mech back and scramble away, but he was unable to. The lynx laughed mockingly at his attempts, shoving him back down against the ground, yanking his coat up and over his helm.

"Remember," he hissed, throwing the autodog's jacket aside, "You agreed to this. You can't back out now."

The vet twisted his helm to the side as the lynx leaned into his face, his glossa sliding across his cheekplate. The stranger was right, First Aid realized with horror. He had consented to this. This was all started by him... and he knew that the kittycon's type was not the kind to let go of its prey so easily. Whimpering in resignation, he did not even protest as the stranger tugged his pants down next, flipping him over and nudging his legs apart.

Pressed to the ground, cheekplate scraping slightly against the pavement, he couldn't see how all of this could get any worse...

Voices began to echo within his helm, taunting him.

Oh, look at him! First Aid is so cute- getting Blades tea and cookies in his little apron.

He really does love his big brother.

...You love me, huh, Aid?

Y-yes! I love you lots big brother! You're my knight in shining armour!

Knights in shining armour are usually good, you know. I wouldn't be calling me a hero if I were you.

The kittycon nipped sharply at his ears now, obviously seeking to make more sound fall from his trembling lip components. First Aid didn't want to. He didn't want to make the other mech even more aroused than he already was, finding himself enjoying this even less and less and tormented all the same. He had made a mistake. He shouldn't be doing this, he should-

"A-ahhh!," he yelped, sobbing and choking as the fangs dug deep into his neck cables suddenly. He could feel the stranger smirk against his tender plating, mouthing and lapping at the wound richly now.

Of course, he thought faintly, he liked hearing others in pain...

But you are! You came and saved us all when we were stuck in that horrible place. Like a knight, you swooped in with your sword drawn and rescued us from the bad mechs. You are a brave and strong mech, big brother. And my hero!

A warm chuckle... A hero, huh? Well, when you put it that way, Aid, I guess I kinda am. I'm glad to be your hero.

The australian shepherd trembled, hot, vicious tears filling his optics again as the lynx dropped him, leaving him to lie there. "Thanks for the frag, cutie," he chuckled darkly. "I had a sweet time."

First Aid did not reply, pushing himself up weakly and sitting, hunched over, until the other mech had left entirely. It seemed to take him kliks to be strong enough to get up on his pedes. Trying not to sob in shame, First Aid quickly pulled his pants back up, shivering in disgust as he felt the wet material cling to his aft.

He grabbed his coat and tied it around his waist, using it as a means to cover himself, without being too obvious. It was much, much colder without it on, but to walk around with that distinctive mark on him... it would be too much for him to bear, overall.

Slowly, the autodog turned towards home.

xXxXxXxXx

A red light was flashing when he entered his dark apartment.

Not even bothering to flip on the light switch, First Aid locked the door behind him, crossing the room and standing weakly before his phone. He stood there silently for several kliks, before a lone finger rose, pressing the playback button on the machine. It whirred and beeped to life, a mechanical voice informing him that he had seven new messages.

"First new message..."

"Hi, First Aid," Groove's rich voice flowed through the speaker, echoing loudly in the quiet apartment, "It's your mom. I was just calling to remind you that your brother Blades is coming for dinner tonight and so the whole family is getting together. I know you work, but once you're done your shift sweetie you should come over. We look forward to seeing our lil' baby soon."

The machine clicked as it started on the next message.

"First Aid, it's your mom again. It's a few kliks after five... I haven't yet gotten a call from you and I just wanted to check in with you. You're still coming tonight, aren't you? Give me a call if you're running late, please."

"Honey... it's me again. You still haven't called and it's now been an hour. I-is everything alright? Your brother Blades has come a long way to see us all; you shouldn't keep him waiting! Please call me."

"Aid, it's getting really late now and you still haven't gotten back to me yet. Dinner's on the table and I'm r-really worried. Are you okay? What's wrong? Did something come up? Please, please if you could just give me a call and put my worried processor to rest, I'd be much obliged."

"F-first Aid, a-are you home?! Your dad and I are r-really, really worried now. T-this isn't like you First Aid! P-please, please call us if you're okay! W-we just want to know that you're alright! Your b-brothers are starting to get anxious now too, and Blades-"

His finger pressed on the button again, cutting off the rest of the message. In the dark, the screen lit up, asking him if he wanted to delete all the messages. The autodog pressed confirm, stepping away from the machine as it beeped again, the mechanical voice informing him politely that he had no messages. The light in the bathroom stung his optics as he turned it on, but First Aid ignored it, stepping further into the room and shutting the door behind him.

He turned then to the mirror, almost surprised by the mech staring back at him. White and red plating was scuffed and flecked with dirt, ears matted against his helm. His optics were dim and unfocused, ringed by tears that had fallen down his face and dried on the journey home. His frame was trembling still, minutely, and his servos hung loosely by his sides, as if he did not have the will to lift them anymore. And his clothes... The nice outfit he had bought and worn specifically for today was yanked and stained, dirty and a little frayed about the hems now.

Ruined...

It was all ruined.

Quickly, the autodog turned away from the mirror, ripping the clothes off of his frame -unable to stand having them hang from his filthy body anymore, but unable to see himself bare for the mirror mech to judge. As he tore the blouse and pants off, a knot grew tighter and tighter in his throat, until First Aid was gasping and choking around it; coolant rising to his optics and flooding his vision.

He barely had the time to turn on the shower, scalding water spraying down in the tub's basin, before he broke down completely; crumbling, falling into the tub, curling into himself as he wept. Ashamed, disgusted, angry, hurt and more spark-broken then he had ever been in his life previously...

C.M.D: Dear readers, it has come to my attention that some people don't understand what constitutes as rape. I labeled the scene between Vortex and First Aid has being implied rape, but the fact of the matter is that it IS rape. Yes, you can consent to sex. Also, you can take BACK your consent and decide to stop. If someone doesn't respect that and forces you to continue to have sex, that is RAPE. It is against your will and, due to the muddled definition of consent our culture currently adheres to, can often be overlooked or ignored. Always remember that you have a choice, at any given time to stop or continue, and no one can tell you otherwise.