Sundries for Sale

Rated: T for suggestive themes, adult situations, and mentions of rape

AN: Gosh! Over 300 reviews! *author passes out* I know this is a little early but with all the wonderful words of encouragement coming my way, the muse came home to roost and crowed for hours. As warned, this is a dark fic that I outlined for awhile and finally managed to bang together from fragments. If it seems hurried I apologize. I just wanted to get something out to my readers that would satiate their thirst for twin-related entertainment. Things are FINALLY starting to look up. The dark clouds are allowing little rays of sunshine to peek through and I'm eagerly awaiting the sun to chase all this darkness away. I've had enough of the overcast.

So, HUGE THANK YOU to ALL reviewers. Your words are not only appreciated but they give hope and strength to someone who truly needs the extra light. My spirits lift with each and every note. Just don't strangle me for this dark chapter.

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They couldn't remember their first moment of life. They only knew they had to be together, or the pain in their chests would become so great, they would offline until reunion. Moments bled away into a continuous stream of awareness that neither could remember being separated. Their young minds were already bound, becoming one, though in reality, they were not even a single, whole spark.

They were twins.

A rare occurrence that had only happened once in Cybertronian history, and the First Twins had lived in misery and neglect until their termination. And now, some millions of years later, one life became two. One spark split, sending two halves into separate frames and binding them together.

Considered an aberration of the All Spark, they had been discarded. Tossed to the streets to fend for themselves, they had no recollection of the priests and Prime who had witnessed their odd birthing. One minute there was one spark hovering between the last two frames to be presented for sparking and for reasons known only to Primus, the last spark had split, taking both shells as its own. One whole residing in two bodies. The caretakers had been stunned and bewildered, not having basis protocols to deal with the situation. So as the other young sparks who had taken to frame were presented to family units for upbringing and care, two little half sparks were left alone with the high priest. Not being a caregiver model, the priest had sent out a call, asking for any family unit to accept the strange anomaly twins, but no one wanted the stigma attached to such obviously cursed young sparks.

And so they had been turned away. The streets accepted them, allowing their small bodies to easily hide in the vast metallic collection of life that littered the planet. They were but mere parasites, living off the meager scraps left behind by the bigger, more complex organisms. It was a pitiful life. One that didn't hold much future. Until a wise mech with a talented glossa and knowledge far above his station found the two waifs. He captured them, cleaned their tiny frames and gave them enough energon to soothe their aching tanks. Then when they lulled in heavy overcharge from the good grade fuel, they found themselves locked in a cage, mechs and femmes passing by and giving them appraising optics.

One femme tried to pry the little ones apart, but their strength was incredible. They refused to relinquish their hold on each other, their cries and clicks filling the atmosphere with a soft song of desperation. The femme had hissed at their stubbornness, barking to the merchant that his merchandise didn't know its place and he had better train his wares before hocking undisciplined slaves to the populace. Her words had fallen on the audios of a roguishly handsome mech, who sought the source of the distressed whines. When he found two sparklings, one mottled brown, the other ashen grey, he pulled out a scanner and checked the health of the potential slaves. He gave a start of interest noting the display on the screen. With a smile he nodded to the cage, purchasing the tiny bundles from their enthusiastic owner.

With wide blue optics, the twins looked to their new master, not understanding the hum of happy systems. They remained tightly wound to each other, offering scared clicks and trembling frames, their young processors unable to comprehend their situation. When their new owner entered his home, he called for a couple of slaves to come attend his new purchase, and with terrified optics the twins watched two femmes open their cage and smile, their arms open in invitation.

But neither twin moved. All they needed were each other. These strangers were not needed, though deep in their broken sparks, they felt a desire to curl against the slight feminine frames. Still locked in a protective embrace, they didn't notice the medic slip behind him until a sharp pain pierced their necks, sending both spiraling into a deep charge.

As they lay on the examine table, the medic ran virus scans and system checks. They had no upgrades or downloads consistent with their apparent age. The medic scanned their frames and found all the right components, including sealed interface panels that housed both spike and valve. All Cybertronians were built with both attributes and after experiencing their first interfaces, they could upgrade to what best suited their preference.

Both younglings awoke at the same time, their optics snapping open and startling the attending femmes were who wiping along their seams and removing the congealed build-up of lubricants from their joints. With smiles the femmes lifted the younglings and held them close, both twins sensing the warmth and beating spark in the femmes. Instinctually they hugged closer to the feminine bodies, their own basic programming telling them it was a safe and the expected thing to do. With curious looks the twins exchanged small clicks as they were lowered into their first baths. The femmes held each tiny protoform close, walking into the deep baths of their master and allowing the small frames to cling to them as they felt the solvent remove the grit and grime from their tiny frames. Soon, both younglings were slapping the water, enjoying the sounds made and the cool, lightness in their frames as the accumulated filth was removed. They forgot what it was like to be clean. It was very refreshing.

A loud, thunderous voice caused both twins to stop their playing and tuck back into the safety of the arms holding them above the water. The arms tightened around their small frames. The femmes exited the water, holding their precious cargo against their sparks.

The master of the house stormed into the room, his face set in fury. He barked words the twins had never heard, but his tone was quite clear. He was furious. Without looking his hand lashed out and struck one of the femmes. She fell to the ground, using her own body to shield the youngling. As soon as she was struck, the smaller frame hit, and suddenly, both sets of infantile vocalizers were screaming. The master drew back to strike the blaring verbal alarm, when he halted his actions, noting the femme holding the distraught youngling was soothing away his cries, and in turn, his twin was whimpering in answer. Narrowing his optics he bade the fallen femme to rise. When she was once again on her pedes, he reached out and pinched the brown youngling.

Simultaneously both twins started to cry, the ashen gray kicking and rubbing along his plating where his twin had been pinched.

Wanting further proof, the master slipped his hand between the tiny legs and pressed his forefinger against the brown interface panel. And as expected, the ashen gray youngling winced, wiggling away from an offense not his own. The master smiled. He had plans for these two. He was a mech who knew how to wait and who could spot a deal, no matter how minute at the time. And he felt his spark pulse, knowing he just had a credit mine handed to him in the form of two tiny sparklings. He ordered they be repainted, and hired a tutor to begin their downloads and training exercises for adulthood.

The brown mechling was painted a deep carmine, reminiscent of the setting sun long ago. The ashen gray mechling was painted gold, though he scowled at the first three color choices the femme offered. With a disdainful optic he stared at the pallet, and only when the femme laughed and conceded, did he allow her to paint him the new scheme.

The younglings were named Sideswipe and Sunstreaker, and they were dotted on by the staff at the masters estate. Being too young to understand, they watched as mechs and femmes came and went all hours of the cycle, many of them finding difficulty in walking. The slaves of the house attended to every aspect of running the large estate, and the twins curiously watched the progression of visitors through the door. As they matured, they noted the mannerisms of the household, adopting the same attitude, as it was expected of those in service. Many a time the master would slip his hand between the legs of his femme slaves, and they would oblige, their faces blank and impassive as he took his fill of their offering. One evening the twins witnessed their master grinding his body against a femme, and from the noises both were making, it was quite painful. They thought about offering assistance, but not wanting to earn the ire of their master, they remained in the shadow, watching as their master made the femme cry, a horrible screeching noise filling their audios as he pressed her into the floor. Sunstreaker had made a noise of interest, wanting to do something to stop the crying, but the noise attracted the attention of their master. With a twisted look that made both of their tanks clench, he pressed the femme violently into the floor, where she sobbed and begged for leniency. The master was deaf to her pleas.

The next day, both twins were performing their maintenance detail when Sideswipe felt something slip between his legs. He beeped, looking down and finding his master's hand rubbing along his lower regions. Having been trained to mimic the other staff, he widened his stance, curious as to what his master was doing. This was something new. Sunstreaker had halted his cleaning detail when he felt fingers ghosting over his own plating. He watched from across the hall, curious to the sensation tingling along his lower regions.

Sideswipe frowned, feeling as if he had lowered himself into something hot. His lower body felt overheated and very uncomfortable. Frowning, he looked to his master, his look asking permission for an explanation, but the master only smiled, his fingers caressing along the heating panel and rubbing along the seams. With a gasp Sideswipe felt his interface panel retract for the first time. Unbidden, Sunstreaker copied his twin, his own face registering shock as the new systems warmed in arousing attention.

Sideswipe was going to take the bold step in asking what was happening, when he felt something extremely uncomfortable. His master's digits were pressing along a very sensitive area, and from the resistance that greeted the probe, his digits weren't supposed to go there. Sideswipe winced and stepped back, trying to put distance between the painful exploration, but his master copied his move, his fingers rubbing and circling the rubber seal that strained to prevent further intrusion.

"Master?" Sideswipe asked, taking another step back and pressing his legs together, effectively limiting his master's exploration.

"You do not disobey me," his master ground out.

"I do not understand," Sideswipe said, blinking furiously, trying to make sense of the sensory input and the violent drumming of his spark. His optics darted over his master's shoulder and found Sunstreaker standing a step behind their master, his expression one of confusion and pain as he mirrored his twin.

"You two are going to fetch a good price," their master said, removing his hand and slipping the probing digits into his oral cavity. He hummed, enjoying the untouched taste of his young charge. He felt Sunstreaker's presence before he saw him, and with a start, turned to see the golden twin standing directly behind him. His optics drifted to the golden mechs waist and with great delight, he saw the retracted panel.

"I think its time I collected on my investment," the master said, sidestepping the golden mech and gliding to his office to make several important calls.

"What is this?" Sideswipe asked, his hand going to his interface array and feeling the warmed panel.

"I do not know," Sunstreaker admitted, searching his own body and finding it very odd. He didn't like the sensations being filtered from his twin or his own body.

Several cycles later and the twins were ordered to clean and buff themselves for presentation. Several femmes were ordered to assist in their proper preparation. The twins obliged, not understanding the reason behind their detailed maintenance, but graciously accepted the feminine help. When they were finished, the twins shone like precious gems just cast from the fiery tempest.

As fluid as liquid metal they strode into the viewing room, ready to do their master's bidding, as they always have. They didn't notice the rooms occupants until they were stationed behind their master, their heads bowed in respect.

"Lie on the tables and retract your covers," their master ordered.

Both twins looked up with curious expressions. Their master turned and slipped his hands between their jeweled thighs, rubbing against the forgotten panel and hissed in their audios, "You will retract these panels and allow your bodies to be examined."

Unsure of the motivation to do such a thing, both twins looked to the small tables in front of their master. They were little more than serving tables, hardly big enough to lie on comfortably, but they ventured to the side, looking the smooth polished surfaces over with curiosity. A femme approached and gave both a sad look before grasping Sideswipe's shoulders and sitting him on the end of the table. She pressed him back to lie down, which he obliged, his optics darting around the room and wondering what was the reasoning behind this kind of mood and apparent presentation. When his head rested on the table, she pressed on his knees, silently biding him to open them. He looked to his twin and found Sunstreaker watching from the edge of his own table, his head canting as he tried to decipher the motives for such a strange service. Neither twin had to assume this position before. It was most strange.

The femme applied pressure to the inside of Sideswipe's knees, her expression darkening, her bottom lip component pressed between her denta. Sideswipe gave her a soothing smile, hoping to ease her obvious concern and separated his knees. She smiled, running her hand down his legs in sorrowful encouragement and stepped away.

"Remain where you are," the master commanded. Sideswipe arched up to look at his master. "Now, retract your panel and allow them to inspect you."

Sideswipe was going to ask who would be doing the inspection, and why, when he heard a deep gruff growl.

"The panel won't retract," it said in annoyance.

"Retract," the master commanded.

Sideswipe looked between his twin and his master, clearly not knowing how to obey. Sunstreaker was pushed onto his back by the femme, his legs spread and dangling over the end just like his twin.

"Forgive me master, but they are still young," the femme supplied, taking the risk of speaking out of turn. There was a chance she would be reprimanded later, but the clients were getting restless, and that meant that pain would befall every slave, not just the ones currently on display. "Perhaps they do not yet understand the sequence to open their panels."

Instead of berating the slave, the master of the house gave a thoughtful nod. He recalled the twins reaction upon their first inspection. He gave a nod to the femme, who smiled at Sunstreaker, her delicate fingers tracing over his lower body, dipping to the seams and caressing the sensitive wires beneath. Sunstreaker's optics widened, intrigued by the femmes actions as his lower regions started to get warm. Sideswipe pulled himself partially upright, watching as the femme moved along his brother, her touch transmitting to him via their link. When her fingers teased around the edges of the heating panel, it caused both panels to retract. Sideswipe gave a startled hiss, looking at his own body and wondering what the sensations were filtering across his sensor net.

As soon as the panel slid aside, the femme offered a mournful smile and stepped away. Sunstreaker rose up part of the way to ask her what was happening, when his master's voice cracked like a whip.

"Remain," he snapped.

Sunstreaker relented, falling back onto the table and remaining immobile. He heard shuffling pedes and mumbled voices and when he turned his head aside, he noted there were at least thirty mechs in the room. All of them were taking turns stepping forward, their fingers tracing the rubber seal on one, then the other twin. The action caused both twins to jump and shy away, but their master's voice made it clear that if they didn't allow this inspection, his justice would be swift. Their protoforms still bore the marks of his first punishment. It wasn't something that was easily forgotten.

Writhing, feeling hot and uncomfortable the twins remained on their respective tables. Servos ghosted over their frames, traced their seals, each exam costing their resolve. Sideswipe started to tremble, not liking the situation. Sunstreaker tried to send comfort and reassurance, but his attempts were weak as he too was subjected to the humiliation. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew he didn't like it. It felt…. Wrong.

"As you can see, both retain their seals," their master said, smiling in an oily way. "Now, not only is this opportunity unique, but it offers another rare occurrence that will be granted to only one mech, and one mech only. One may have the rare opportunity to berth twins."

The assembled mechs quirked their brow plates and narrowed their optics in interest. The twins looked to one another, not quite grasping the connotation of 'berth.' They had their own berth they shared when they charged. Did their master mean for them to charge with someone else? That seemed to be an odd thing to do.

"You do not believe this… this.." the mech said, motioning to the displayed wares with a questioning stare. "That their existence is a perversion of Primus or an aberration that one would be wise to avoid?"

"Society follows our lead and looks to us for their guidance and assurance," one mech intoned, getting several mechs to nod in agreement.

"We are the upper echelon of Cybertron," a blue mech said in a cultured tone that made Sunstreaker perk up. The accent was very intriguing. "If the commoners found out about this… auction…. Then how do you think they would perceive us?"

"We could lose our business contacts," another mech put in.

"Or our licenses," added another.

"What could be so unique that it would intrigue the upper class into a perverse deal that many would frown upon and cause our Nobility to be questioned?" the blue mech asked.

Sunstreaker hid a smile. He thought the mech talked funny.

The master went between the tables, his fingers lightly touching the deep set red that made Sideswipe look up with innocent optics. "You see, they are spark-split twins. A rarity within itself, but it offers a very unique situation, that I know your varied and cultured palettes will appreciate. What one twin experiences," the master said, pinching Sideswipe's arm. To the gathered mechs surprise, Sunstreaker winced as well, his arm jerking. "The other senses as well."

Several mechs scrutinized the displayed wares with more interest. It was true they were the elite of society, but as the generous master of the house insinuated, they also had refined and various tastes for pleasure. A gift like this was truly rare. And it increased the price of the two being offered. It was one thing to berth a slave or innocent that housed only one spark. It was something new altogether to berth beings that only had half a spark. The illicitness of their lives alone was enough to make their proposition very savory.

"Five hundred," the blue mech said, not one to mince words or waste time.

"I am not parting them," the master said, giving the blue mech a narrowed optic. His spark was already thrumming with anticipation of a hefty return on his investment. Five hundred credits was a very nice bid. "They are to be berthed together."

The Noble mech regarded the master with a steely expression before answering. "I am aware of the parameters. My bid still stands at five hundred thousand credits."

The master's fuel pump faltered. His knee joints almost sent him to the floor. That was far more than what he ever expected the twins to fetch. Apparently his clientele were aware of the unique opportunity and were willing to pay for its once in a lifetime occurrence.

"Six hundred," another mech said, giving the blue mech a challenging look.

"Seven," the blue mech countered, not perturbed by a possible usurper.

The twins exchanged confused looks, listening as the credit totals climbed higher. Sideswipe's head lulled to the side, watching as the blue mech eliminated two challengers, his posture one of refinement and expensive tastes. Sunstreaker sent a wave of laughter through their bond every time the blue mech spoke, letting Sideswipe know how much the mechs voice tickled his twin. There was just something about his tone. His mannerisms. His poise. He exuded power and confidence. But it all seemed so fake and transparent.

Sideswipe was pulled from his thoughts as his masters voice rose. "One point nine million credits. Going once. Going twice." He paused, looking between the assorted Nobles and nodding to the blue mech. "Sold!"

The blue mech inclined his head, acknowledging the win as his fellow elitists congratulated him on his purchase. As the mechs mingled and offered their praises to the blue mech, the master tapped both twins on their shoulders.

"Up," he commanded. "You are to obey his commands as if they were my own. Understand?"

The twins nodded as they slowly pulled themselves up.

When they returned to a seated position, their interface panels remaining open, the master turned to the femme who had attended them. "Take them to chamber five."

She nodded and gestured for the twins to follow. They did as commanded, Sideswipe walking funny as his interface panel refused to return to its closed position. Whatever had forced it to open was keeping it that way until he somehow found a way to get it to close. The intricacies of his body were new to him.

As the trio entered chamber five, the femme motioned for Sunstreaker to climb onto the berth. He looked to his twin, who shrugged, his optics darting around the room and taking in its lavish accommodations. Perhaps their master was pleased with them and they were granted new quarters? The plush berth was certainly a vast improvement to the cold metal they usually charged on. Sunstreaker's attention was drifting around the room as well, sharing his brother's emotional joy at being provided with better quarters. Both twins could easily fit on this new berth. It was quite spacious and the padding on it was divine. There were also pillows scattered about and shelves lining the wall that were littered with many colored bottles and neatly folded cloths.

"Just… relax," the femme said softly in Sunstreaker's audio, earning his wonder-filled optics. "Trust me. This goes easier if you relax and don't resist."

"What are you talking about?" Sunstreaker asked, then jumped as a metal shackle was firmly attached to his wrist. He hissed, pulling on the metal. "What are you doing?"

"All slaves are to be restrained during their Breaking," she replied, giving Sunstreaker a look of sorrow.

Sideswipe was at his twin's side, his hand grasping the femme's and pulling her away from his brother. "What are you doing?"

"The master commands it," she said, trying to instill the sense of importance to the two mechs.

Sideswipe gasped as a metal shackle snapped onto his wrist. He tugged on the chain, and before he knew what was happening, the femme had shackled the other as well. Sunstreaker rose to protest, but she easily overpowered his small frame and secured his bonds as well. The lock had barely clicked shut when the door opened and the blue regal mech stepped inside. He nodded to the attendant and she gave a curtsy of respect before taking her leave, her optics sorrowful to the two bound to the berth.

The Noble shut the door and hit the locks, looking at his purchase with feral optics. He felt his interface array come online with fervor, and stepped toward the two cringing mechs.

When the Noble had consummated his bargain he rose, stretching in languid motion and feeling the soothing tingle on his plating that came only after intense interfacing. He removed a cloth and wiped down his panels, smiling at his own silver stain and the juvenile gray stain of his two conquests mingling with his own fluids. When he was presentable, he unlocked the door with a special code and disappeared through the door without a backward glance.

Sideswipe was lying on his side, his body trembling so hard it caused the world to distort. His plating felt alive and crawling, covering his body with filth and humiliation. He felt through the bond he shared with his twin and instead of the warm, soothing presence that normally greeted his inquiry, a distant, aching void answered. Sideswipe shuddered even harder.

Sunstreaker lay on his side as well, though he wasn't curled in on himself like his twin.

He felt… cold.

Empty.

Detached.

He felt like his spark had been extinguished by the lustful Noble, who not only enjoyed taking their valves, but their oral cavities and finally, breaking their spike seals and holding them by the throat as he rode them to completion. Not only were both broken and humiliated, but they shared the same never-ending, vividly vicious loop of reliving the moment when their twin was taken, their screams echoing in the other's spark. It was bad enough being used and violated so thoroughly that it stole the warmth of your frame and stilled your spark, but to sense the same thing happening to your twin and being powerless to stop their pain…. It was torture of the highest degree.

The twins weren't sure how long they were in that torture chamber, but the femme that had secured them came in after the Noble had left to release them from their bonds. She wiped a tentative hand over Sideswipe's face, causing him to flinch from the contact. Sadly she went to Sunstreaker, and when she saw the deadened look in his optics, her spark faltered.

"I am sorry," she said, wanting to soothe their pain. But it was something that all slaves, especially those that worked in a pleasure house, had to endure. They were at their masters whimsy, and they could do nothing to stop the ravaging of their spirit.

Sunstreaker's chains fell away and he got up, every intention of finding an acid bath and committing himself to its gentle release, but the femme captured his attention with a firm hand on his shoulder.

"The master wishes to see you both," she said, her face twisting in agony. "Now that you have been broken, it is his turn to berth you."

Sunstreaker's expression faltered, a frown wanting to form but his spark didn't have the energy to convey such emotion. He felt drained, physically and mentally. And the waves of pain and anguish coming from his twin was rubbing his senses raw, until they were bleeding just as badly as his sore body.

"No," Sideswipe whispered when she went to pull him to his pedes. "I can not do this."

"It is what is expected," she said, taking the chance to pull him into a hug. She could feel the tremors of his body rattle her soul. "The master has been more than gracious with you, allowing you time before entering his service."

Sunstreaker rose, his body throbbing in pain, burning with humiliation, but his spark cold. He looked at the distraught form of his brother held protectively by the femme who had chained them to their fate and felt his bitterness rise. He pushed her away, grabbing his brother by an arm and hauling him to his pedes.

"We leave," Sunstreaker said, his usually vibrant voice was flat, emotionless.

"You can not," the femme said, darting in front of them to block their path. "The master will have you beaten for trying to leave." Her face twisted in tragic pain, her voice soft and mousey. "Or worse."

"What could be worse than this?" Sunstreaker asked, his voice turning harsh, brutal.

"The master can have you chained and taken by members of staff and all his guests," she said, fear making her voice crack. "Your body will be free. All may partake of you until he had deemed you sufficiently corrected."

Sideswipe started to shake harder at her words. Sunstreaker tightened his grip on his twin, sending reassurance through their bond and nudging his brother with his head to gain his attention. Sideswipe returned the gesture, pressing their foreheads together, a soft whine emanating from his chassis.

The femme squeaked, visibly shaken by something. With a desperate plea she motioned toward the door. "Our master hates to be kept waiting. He is expecting you in his quarters." She grasped Sunstreaker's arm, her optics wide and pleading. "You must submit to him, or else face a crowd who will violate you far beyond your imagination."

Sideswipe's tremors became more pronounced at her words. Sunstreaker puffed his vents and took the first step toward their doom. He wasn't going to allow his brother to suffer like that again. The pain inflicted on his body had been easily forgotten, cast aside and overlooked. It was like he stepped away from his frame and entertained the outside world. The pain coming from his twin during his violation had been his undoing. If it took Sunstreaker allowing anyone to take his body as the Noble had done, then he was willing to sacrifice himself to save his twin from such a fate.

Sideswipe shook with each step, his body just as tender as his brother's. He couldn't face the idea of having another to do those horrible things to him, cause him such pain and spark deep ache that wouldn't stop. It replayed over and over in a constant stream, haunting his steps as he allowed his brother to guide their destiny. He reached through the bond and found Sunstreaker's gentle presence, soothing and loving though there were phantoms flares of cold emptiness. Sunstreaker was calm. Centered. His strength gave Sideswipe strength. They could get through this. They had survived this long.

The twins made their slow progress to their master's quarters, their bodies aching in places they didn't know they had. When they palmed the door chime, the door slid aside to reveal their masters inner chambers. Very few had been allowed the privilege to see where the master of the house resided. He preferred to take his fill of his slaves out in the main house or in his office. His private chambers were sacred. He feared the taint of the slaves would linger in his quarters, so he rarely allowed any into such a hallow domain.

Sunstreaker lead the way inside, placing himself in front of his twin as he walked to their master. His expression was neutral as he walked the short distance to the master's berth, where he was comfortably laying on pillows, a crystal goblet in his servos.

"What took you?" he demanded, sitting his goblet on a nearby stand. When he shifted, Sunstreaker could see the thick appendage identical to that which ravaged his and his twin's body. He felt something deep within his soul. "Well, never mind. The fact is you are here now."

Sunstreaker refused to take the last step to put him in the master's reach. Sideswipe stood two paces behind Sunstreaker and was sending questioning waves through the bond, unsure to his brother's motives.

Their master looked their bodies up and down, noting the silver stains of the Noble that still tainted their thighs. He smiled, his hand going to his own body and much to the twins shocked horror, that degrading appendage began to stir.

"I have made a decision," the master said, stroking himself into readiness, his optics traveling over the twin frames, though Sideswipe shied behind his twin, unable to make optic contact. "You have provided me with a hefty credit account. So much in fact that I can retire from my current occupation and never be worried about comfort again." His hand stilled its actions. He removed it, using his crooked finger to beckon Sunstreaker toward him. "Now that you have been broken, I can take my fill and never worry about having to share you with any future customers." When Sunstreaker took that last step, their master smiled, his hand slipping between golden legs and finding the exposed valve, tracing the slick entrance that lingered with the faint essence of the Noble.

Sideswipe felt their masters touch and cringed, knowing that he too will be hosting his master within his body soon enough. He felt like crying, staring at Sunstreaker's back as he allowed himself to be drawn toward the mech. He shuddered as he felt the phantom touches of their master on his brother's body.

"Come here," their master said, pulling Sunstreaker forward, his hands going behind the golden mech's knees and directing him to open his legs. He slid forward on the berth, pulling the taut valve toward his spike and lining them up in perfect unison.

"I've waited a long time for this," he said, pulling Sunstreaker down on top of him.

Sunstreaker winced at the sudden rough entry, his newly awakened body finding it difficult to adjust to the rigid girth now stretching him to his limit. He could feel his brother's panic and pain bleeding through the bond, but he didn't hesitate. He allowed his master to claim him, his vents hitching as his body protested the intimate contact after such a brusque and violent first claiming.

Sunstreaker's expression didn't change. He remained emotionless, not caring what was happening to his body. His master hissed, grasping his hips and pulling him flush against him. A low moan escaped the mechs throat as he allowed himself to sample the treat that had been dangled in front of him for so long. His hands steadied the golden hips as he moved within his new conquest, his intimate exploration slow and attentive as his spike sought nodes to exchange a charge.

Their master closed his optics, relishing the sensation of a new valve. His pleasure slaves were nice, their knowledge expanding their horizons and allowing them to versify their pleasure experience. But, there was something about a new, untrained valve that the pleasure slaves could never replicate. He lay back on the berth, simply allowing the tenderness of the moment to envelope him. He smiled when he felt Sunstreaker move, his hand tentatively touching his master's chest and arms, then to his neck and along his jaw. The new pleasure slave may have just been broken but apparently he was a fast learner. Gasps of pleasure floated from the master's vocalizer, giving the young mech the incentive he needed to continue his exploration. If Sunstreaker was going to assume his role as personal pleasure slave, he had to know all the nuances of his master.

Sunstreaker felt his body rise as the mech below him started to thrust up, his hands resting on Sunstreaker's hips and pulling against him in little spastic jerks. As he remained impassive, Sunstreaker's left hand teased along his master's jaw, then to his throat, caressing the cabling and pulsing energon line. With lightening speed, Sunstreaker clamped down on the pulse of life, his fingers digging into the pliable metal mesh.

The master choked and gasped, twisting his head, trying to dislodge the crushing vice like grip, but Sunstreaker was unresponsive. The master's hands left Sunstreaker's hips and grasped at his crushing left hand. Though he didn't need air like an organic, his main processor needed fresh energon to keep it functioning, and Sunstreaker's vice cut the flow. The strength in his hand was enough to crush the master's vocalizer, effectively making him mute.

Sideswipe watched as his brother rose and fell on top of their master in a perfect reenactment of the blue mech's handling of their bodies, and only after minute observation did he notice that their master wasn't emitting the sounds like the blue mech. He moved as if to extricate Sunstreaker from his person. Pedes kicked the air, banged the berth, flailed about, trying to displace the heavy mech off his body.

Sunstreaker centered his weight into his lower body, pinning his master in place. With his right hand he caressed along his master's side, just like a lover would do, before wedging his fingertips beneath the protoform covering and wrenching the metal free. Sideswipe was at his brother's side, speaking in a far away voice, his hand on Sunstreaker's right arm. Their master bucked and kicked, trying to throw off his attacker, but the lack of energon to his processor was starting to cloud his senses. Sunstreaker surged upward with a powerful thrust, and had one been peering inside the room, they would have believed the master was thoroughly enjoying his new pleasure slave. When the last piece of covering was pulled away, Sunstreaker delve his hand inside the internal workings of his lord and master, and with a satisfying clench, his fingertips brushed the spark chamber.

The master's optics went wide, knowing what his pleasure slave was trying to do. His efforts increased, but the lack of energon to his main processor was causing residual failures. His body couldn't understand the mental pulses from the sluggish transponder. Having been deprived of fuel, coding programs began to shut down, unable to function due to the error messages warping their parameters. With feeble whimpers, the master looked imploringly at his attacker, who had remained expressionless during the whole encounter.

Sunstreaker's optics were half lidded, his focus distant as he returned slowly to his own processor. He looked down at the supplicating mech below him and for a brief second, he felt like granting mercy to the desperate, choking gasps of his victim. Then the body below him surged, impaling the thick length further inside his body and reawakening the pain and cold emptiness that had been forged by such a violent, intimate act. And all mercy evaporated.

Sunstreaker's fingers curled around the master's spark chamber, earning a simpering cry as the master felt the intimate brush of death. The master's optics slid in and out of focus, his processor blurring into shades of gold. When he felt the fingers tighten their hold, he emitted a sparkling's chirp of fear. A sound that resembled the noises of his charges not so long ago when he had first purchased them.

Sunstreaker grasped the silver chamber, his processor not even registering how small it was in his grip. With ferocity never displayed before on his calm, innocent features, Sunstreaker snarled in animalistic revenge, squeezing the thin metal and yanking it free from its housing. The body below him buckled like a savage beast defiantly refusing to be tamed but Sunstreaker locked his lower body and held on, his will stronger than the beast now succumbing. The light flickered inside the spark chamber as the last few tendrils of connective fiber kept it anchored to the mechs frame. Sunstreaker sneered at the flickering light, his grip on his master's throat relaxing.

With a strangled, wheezing noise, the masters optics flared, his body pitching forward toward the mech who had ended his existence. The last thing the master saw was the monster he helped create.

The charge of the fading spark warmed Sunstreaker's hand, but he didn't relinquish his hold. With a triumphant look, Sunstreaker crushed the silver cylinder in his hand, feeling the final surge of the mech inside him before his body relaxed into death.

"What… what have you done?" Sideswipe asked in hushed whispers, his venting coming in harsh gasps that sounded as painful as the master's final moments.

"Freed us from this Pit," Sunstreaker said, climbing off the master and grimacing when the now limp body slid from his sore valve. He grabbed a nearby cloth and tossed it to his brother and added, "Clean yourself. We leave this place at the end of cycle."

"Wha.." Sideswipe started, but Sunstreaker snapped, cutting off any further questions.

"Just do it!" Sunstreaker said, wiping down his own plating. He found a few spare datapads and energon, storing them in his limited subspace. "We will remain here until late cycle. Then when everyone else is charging, we slip out, informing the slaves that the master demanded rest. By the time they figure out he is terminated, we should be long gone."

Sideswipe nodded numbly, wincing as he wiped the sensitive areas where the Noble had taken his fill. A sickening screech of twisted metal made him jump, and with wide optics he stared in abject horror as his twin twisted one of the master's arms off.

"What are you doing?" Sideswipe asked, feeling as if his spark was going to fade.

"Taking out the slag," Sunstreaker answered, opening the recycling chute that lead into the lower bowels of the pleasure house. Scrap metals and recyclables were placed down the chute to be taken to the smelter. Sunstreaker tore off the other arm, not perturbed by the dribble of graying energon or the ashen tint of death along the once pristine armor of the lord and master. "Hopefully we can buy some time if they believed he has left to attend other business."

"So you send him to the smelters?" Sideswipe asked, feeling like purging his tank with the callous disregard his twin was showing toward their former master.

"He deserves worse, but I do not have the time," Sunstreaker amended. He nodded toward the berth. "Get some charge. We leave in a few cycles."

Sideswipe climbed up onto the berth, settling against the posh cushion and feeling a very strange sensation. He believed he was to be violated in this very berth, forever chained to it like a slave. And yet, his brother had allowed himself to be taken first, luring their master into a false sense of security before relieving him of his life. Now, the slaves rest on the plush pillows and soft curves and the master pulled apart and sent down to the smelters. Sideswipe felt something deep within his half spark, something that resonated throughout his twin's frame.

Sideswipe wasn't sure, but it felt like… freedom.

"Put this in your subspace," Sunstreaker said, handing a datachip with their masters financial codes. Sunstreaker had found them in his master's subspace pockets. And since the mech would no longer be needing his credits, Sunstreaker thought it only fair they be returned to the mechs who had paid the ultimate price.

"What's this for?" Sideswipe asked, placing a few bottles of paint into his subspace that Sunstreaker handed over.

"We will need to disguise ourselves," Sunstreaker said, pulling off his master's head and sending it down the chute. Sideswipe gagged.

Several minutes passed, Sunstreaker pulling off pieces of their master and sending them down the chute. Sideswipe pointedly turned away and lowered his audios to muffle some of the rending metal.

"What are we going to do?" Sideswipe asked, not daring to glance at his twin.

Sunstreaker removed the limp appendage that had caused all this pain and suffering and tossed it down the chute. "We go east. Somewhere where they don't know us and no one will be looking for us." Sunstreaker pulled the lower half of his master apart, wincing from the jumping sparks and sent the masters pelvis sliding down the darkness. "We will go to Kaon. Maybe find work."

"And if we don't find anything in Kaon?" Sideswipe asked, feeling his tank churn with the sounds his brother was producing with their masters shell.

"Then we go further," Sunstreaker said, hoisting his masters chest into the chute and sending the last trace of the vile mech into oblivion. "We can go to Praxus or Altihex. Either way, we have to leave Iacon."

"I will miss our home," Sideswipe muttered, tucking his chin to his knees and curling on his side.

"This is not our home," Sunstreaker said in his audio. Sideswipe flinched at the close proximity, but didn't shy away when his twin wrapped his arms around him and pulled him close. "Our home will be somewhere else. Far away from here."

"Yes, far away," Sideswipe said wistfully, pulling his brothers arms tighter around him. "We will be safe in Kaon."

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We write what influences us and I've been taking the bad and the dark and using toward fanfiction. I'm rather pleased with the way this came out, though I do feel extreme sorrow for the twins for enduring such torment.

Sorry this chapter was so long, but after so many short ones, I tried to get it back to my normal standard of 10-15 pages. This one went to 17. (cringes) Sorry.

Oh, and THANK YOU to those who favorite and follow this little series. I just cant believe there's so many folks interested in my drivels. I never thought I'd entertain so many. *faints*