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He rubs his optics tiredly with one servo, and pushes Tap-Out away with the other. "I'm just not interested. I know you've offered before. Several times, even. I just don't want to make-out."
The minibot crosses his arms, giving him a confused look. "All ninjabots want to. Why don't you?"
He flashes to himself in Blitzwing's arms, being held close as the bot kisses him and murmurs how they'll love each other forever, since they were blessed by the Allspark itself with their bond, and how they'll never need to worry about someone trying to steal the other away. He pushes the thought away, spark hurting, "I just don't."
Tap-Out stares at him. "Are you one of those sparkbonded bots we learned about in our interfacing ed' courses? They're the only ones we don't lose points for if they turn us down."
Oil Slick knows all about the score boards, even if he doesn't participate in them. And has no plan in joining, even when he's officially old enough. "I'm just not interested. You have to respect my choice when I tell you no." They're allowed to nag for a decacycle, but then they have to back off and cannot ask again for a stellar cycle, and then for a vorn. Ninjabots don't want to pressure their lovers into interfacing.
The smaller bot looks at him with confused optics, but nods. "I'll leave you be for now, then."
The bot tries to fade into the shadows, but Oil Slick can tell that Tap-Out is still in the room and in the ceiling. Along with several other ninjabots.
He's fairly sure that sensei Sparkride - whose name he now realizes is incredibly filthy- is in one of the better areas to not get caught, and was observing how he reacted to Tap-Out's advances. He wonders if he passed or not.
Or if it was a test at all.
Ninjabots are rarely given overt tests unless it is something like what they'd normally learn in normal school. But even then, it is slightly more geared to being sneaky about it.
He knows he can't be tossed out of ninjabot school even if he doesn't pass the interfacing lessons, because those aren't required. So he can't be required to make-out with his fellow students.
He sighs, and picks up his datapad, trying to finish reading about Lord Megatron's reasons for creating the Decepticon faction. He just wishes he wouldn't get flashes of Lord Megatron's spark and a bizarre set of secondary sparkplates that were purple every time he passes the leader's name. That means he can't be a sparkbonded bot, even if he was a reincarnated spark.
He rubs his optics, pushes the datapad away, and sighs. "Sensei, did you need anything?" He doesn't look up, but from how the bot lands, he knows he was wrong about which sensei was watching him.
Sensei Horsepower - he's kind of convinced that him and Sparkride mimic each other's way of hiding style - walks over to him and sits on the table, "Just seeing how well you can catch a bot. You're doing really well."
He taps the datapad, "If only I could do as well with history or crystal identifying."
"You make better than passing grades in both subjects, sparkling," he's pulled into his sensei's arms, and Oil Slick offlines his optics to enjoy the hug better. "You wanna tell me why you keep rejecting your classmates? Most bots your age love making out. And your last medical scan revealed that your spark was mature enough for interfacing with the other older sparklings."
A scowl, "I just don't want to."
He's rocked back and forth, and his back rubbed, "You want to explain why?"
He can't explain. He's not a sparkbonded bot since Blitzwing is well known - he found this out after a bit of research - for liking Shockwave, and he has memories of 'facing Megatron and other bots. All of the datapads he read on sparkbonds said that it isn't possible to have memories of 'facing any bot but your bonded. Even if it was possible, he'd have to figure out if it was Blitzwing, Megatron, Starscream, and all sorts of other Decepticons.
He doesn't know.
He tells his sensei that, and Horsepower hums, rocking him still. "It's alright, sparkling. Sometimes we don't know why we feel the way we do. I'm sure you'll understand it more as time passes. It will be alright."
Oil Slick curls up against his sensei and drifts off into recharge.
There were lots of berths in the ninjabot school, and some of them were in rooms that even had a relatively good level of privacy. Oil Slick had picked this one because all the corners were lit, and there were no rafters in the ceiling. Nothing short of pure hologram technology would hide a bot here.
He lays back on the berth and stares up at Prowl. "So, you promise you'll be gentle, right? I've never done this before."
The black and gold cyclebot climbs on top of him, kissing up his frame - he knows he's supposed to feel a warmth work through him because of the memories of Blitzwing doing exactly that, but all he can feel is a growing sense of unease - and murmurs, "Of course. I want you to be happy and know how wonderful it is." Prowl's fingers rub his hip kibble, "Would you like to connect cables?"
He shakes his head, forcing himself not to look away, "No. I'm fine without them."
Prowl's mouth is soft as the bot lathes kisses along his seams, "It will be even better if we do. I could make it absolutely fantastic for you, and you'll wonder why we haven't been doing this before."
His mind flashes to Blitzwing, the jetbot sitting at his side and murmuring how much he's loved, and he knows exactly why he's kept refusing. He is only doing this to see if the actual thing is as good as his dreams keep telling him it is. "Still no."
One of his cables gets pulled out, and Prowl licks the end of it, sending a little crackle of pleasure to his spark. "It feels reallygood."
Oil Slick reaches down and takes the cable from him, spooling it back inside. "I know you get more points if you get me to cable link with you, Prowl, but I'm not interested. You'll just have to settle for a triple score and not get any of the bonuses."
Prowl pouts, his visor going dim, "You're not fair, Oil Slick. There are lots of bonus points in cable linking, andit feels really good."
He gives the mech a flat look, "If you try again, I'll just leave." Then go to the medical bay for the medic to install the cable bay cover he'd been thinking about getting. He's taken up chemical experimentation, and that will be easier than the individually capping and trapping them he'd have to do himself if he's planning on continuing 'facing. He may do capping and trapping later, but the cable bay cover will work while he's still in school.
Prowl pouts again, nuzzling his frame, and kissing the tops of the cables, "You're welcome to pull out all of mine and play with those. I lovehaving my cables played with."
No. "Maybe." He has no intention of touching Prowl in a way that encourages cable connection, and he's not going to do it. If he wants to play with cables, he'll play with his own. At home. Where there aren't ninjabots sneaking around at all times.
His mamas already upgraded the soundproofing on his room, snickering and giggling with each other the entire time.
It had been so slagging embarrassing.
Oil Slick reaches up and drags Prowl down for a kiss, letting his glossa map out the shape of his lips, and the weird wiggliness of his glossa. It's nowhere near as nice as his dreams of kissing Blitzwing are. He bets Prowl isn't half as sexy in protoform either.
Prowl hums into the kiss, squeezing Oil Slick's hips. "You know, if you were a little bit thinner, you'd have femme hips?"
He's been told this by several of the senseis. One of them even talking about mods. Something in him has felt insistent he getsuperficial mods, but only really for his face. Every time he looks in a mirror he feels like he just isn't right. But his senseis never make mention of it at all. He isn't sure if that's because they're too polite to tell him he's hideous, or because some bots really do love a gigantic nose. Hips and a few other frame things get pointed out to him, but never his face.
"I have femme creators. That isn't really surprising." He wishes Prowl would stop playing with his frame and get this over with, but he knows in the datapads he was given instead of attending the more in depth 'facing lessons that his spark is really too cold to be 'faced right now and Prowl is trying to get him all revved. He isn't sure he'd be ableto get all revvy with Prowl doing this. He gives the mech a blank look then says, "Get out the chains."
Prowl's engine revs with want, and he pulls out a length of chain and a pair of cuffs. Really lightweight ones, the only ones allowed for sparklings that have not quite reached adulthood yet. "How do you want me to chain you down?"
Oil Slick stretches his arms up over his head, putting his wrists up near the top of the berth, where it should be very easy for Prowl to restrain him.
Chains loop around his wrists, and the cuffs-sized a bit too small to put on his wrists - get used to link the chains to the metal rings in the wall, which had always puzzled Oil Slick as a sparkling. His spark heats a tiny bit more at that, and he feels a tiny bit more comfortable in the berth. He dims his optics, trying to get more into the feeling of being 'faced, only to be distracted by Prowl's whispers of assurances. He supposes that's part of the advanced 'facing classes to make the bot that is tied down fell less trapped, but he doesn't need that.
He looks at Prowl flatly, "If I wanted to get out, I could get out. Get this over with already."
He is seriously losing what little mood he had for this.
"If you don't want this, we won't do it," Prowl promises, reaching up to undo the chains, and Oil Slick shoves his chest up at Prowl, grinding his spark on Prowl's armor. "I . . guess that means you do want it?"
He's barely hot enough to self-service, let alone interface, but he does want to try this. "Do it."
"That," Prowl rubs at his sparkplates, "wasn't very good. Want to try again?"
He is certain it won't get any better, so slips out of the chains and snaps his chamber closed. "No." He sits up, getting off the berth, "I'm going to go do something I was planning on doing."
Prowl perks up, "What is it? Want me to help?"
He has no interest in getting help from anyone as he works to individually cap and trap his cables, since he wants somethingto distract himself from the horrible feeling. "I'm going to the medical bay to mod my frame for lab work. You won't be able to help."
Dismay covers the bot's face. "No. It wasn't thatbad of an interface, was it?"
Oil Slick scoffs, "I was going to do this before we interfaced, Prowl. Don't think that you've changed my processor on the subject. I want to be safe with the more dangerous chemicals, and that has nothing to do with how lackluster it was 'facing you." He shouldn't be cruel. There was nothing Prowl did wrong, other than not being Blitzwing, but he's too hurt right now to be kind.
He leaves before the bot can say anything, hating how much is spark is crying out for a bot he can not have. Blitzwing is not a sparkbonded bot, and is with Shockwave. He's already done research to make sure, and there have been severalpictures of kisses, and even a few video recordings of them feeling each other up.
He isn't going to get the bot his spark apparently longs for, so he will focus on work. He loves working in the lab, and he knows he does well in there. Mods will only help him with being a ninjabot if he chooses to do it now, and he can do crystal carving and singing in his spare time.
Maybe, if he's very lucky, his work will get noticed by Megatron when he's older, and he'll be recruited high enough up in the chain of command that he won't be expected to serve as a Decepticon berthtoy, despite his size, and he might get a chance to slowly work on testing to see if Blitzwing is interested in having him as a lover.
But that is going to be many, many decavorns from now, and it's a waste to plan for that. Especially if the relationship with Shockwave becomes more serious.
He will end up spending most of the money he earns on mods to his frame that are practical. No matter how much he wants to justify it, modding his face pretty isn't practical. Maybe when he's older he will. But, for all he knows, Blitzwing likes bots that aren't super pretty. He iswith Shockwave.
That creeper bot always freaks him out.
He makes his way into the medical bay, and waves at the medic as he walks by him. He'd already explained what he might be doing, and had gotten permission for it, so he just grabs the box filled with cable caps to use. He has his subspace filled with the tools he needs and the various traps he's designed, so all he needs is a quiet place to work.
His mamas are going to be so proud when they find out that he managed to get an internship at one of the science labs in the city. Even if it's mostly fetching energon for other bots, it's good experience for him.
But they do require certain safety measures, and Oil Slick wants to have them in place so he'll be allowed to work in the labs if they decide to let him.
The lab is enormous, and amazing. They had to give him a special security chip to allow him inside, and it had been safely implanted in his servo so he could pass through the safety doors without any trouble.
He's only going to be watching the lab procedures and getting energon during breaks, but it isn't a bad job. He will be able to use it as a reference, and get a better one later. Unless he gets put in a better place here. He is planning on going to the main science university, though, so he won't be able to work as much as they want him to. He has this, ninjabot school, and working on his application for the university.
He knows he can do it.
He is wandering around the labs unobtrusively for a few megacycles before he fades into view by one of the scientists, "You're about to put the PB3 IOA into the heat when you need to leave it off for another breem. You either need to do a rapid cooling or bring the other chemicals up to a matching temperature."
The bot stares at him, and then at the chemical he's holding, "Oh, Primus. You're right." He sets the vial down, and rubs his optics. "I think that's a sign that I need to get home for recharge, if I've been here so long I'm getting corrected by our intern." The bot smiles, "Would you like to finish the experiment for me? Steelslice will watch you to make sure you don't get injured."
Oil Slick's spark pulses with joy. "I'd love to."
The bot steps to the side after doing a quick check on his safety precautions; the other interns aren't actually as well equipped as he is, since they aren't expected to do anything dangerous. The bot smiles, "Looks like you even have the seals on your plates."
He does, they're there to keep any fumes out. When he has more money, he's going to modify himself to not need the highly visible temporary ones, but they work for now. "Safety is of the highest importance." Or so the sign in the front says. Something in him says that safety is the responsibility of the bot doing the work. If a bot can't do it and gets themselves slagged, that is because they weren't careful enough.
This is another reason he plans on joining the Decepticons. The neutrals and Autobots don't have that opinion, and he knows he was a Decepticon in his past life. He just wishes he didn't feel so alone as he did it.
He gets the feeling that Mama Wildstar would consider joining the Decepticons, but does not because Mama Glitterfrost is so set on staying neutral. He just hopes it won't break their sparks when he eventually joins.
Oil Slick mixes the chemicals the way that they should be, listening to the careful advice of Steelslice as he walks him through the procedure. Oil Slick could do this in his recharge, but he doesn't mind listening.
He finishes easily, and Steelslice smiles, "You're a natural at this."
He isn't. He's practiced over and over so he can get all of it perfect, but he knows that pointing this out won't help him. "Thank you."
The bot takes him by the arm, and slowly pulls him along, "I think you could be trusted to do more than just energon and observing. Let's go ask the boss if I can have you as an assistant."
Already, he's being promoted. ... he could get used to this.
This sol was his best chance at getting a good position in the Decepticon ranks. Megatron himself was visiting Haydon IV, and Oil Slick had a chance to get himself noticed. He even has his resume all ready to send to Megatron if he wants it.
Most of the time, Megatron does not ask for a resume. He just knows.
However, he can't go out to see the bot, since he's working in the lab. He's long since gone beyond Steelslicer's lab assistant, and is working alongside him as an actual scientist. He's working on building up his savings, but that's a little hard since he's moved out of his mamas' house to be in an apartment nearer to work. The most frustrating part of the apartment is that the landlord refuses to give him a stable lease.
It will be nice if he gets hired by Megatron, but if he gets ignored, he's at constant worry that he'll suddenly have the apartment pulled out from under his peds at the landlord's whims.
The bot is sort of scummy, because he keeps slyly hinting that he could get a stable lease if he were to visit the bot's berth occasionally, and Oil Slick would rather dip himself in a smelting pool than slip into that bot's berth.
It's utterly disgusting. So he'll be avoiding it, and he really hopes he gets the job with Megatron. At least that's stable, even if he's going to have to refuse a branding this go-around. He likes his optics green. They're the one feature he adores about his face.
Megatron is making the way around the lab with Starscream. That isn't something he's looking forward to, either. Not since he finally got enough of the memories of his past life. He was a seeker of all things, and Starscream was his flock leader. It is something he's going to have to be careful about. Something deep in his spark is telling him to keep his secret, not to let them know.
He isn't really sure if that's a good idea or not, but sparks know things even when the processor doesn't have a clue. A processor is too easily hacked and wiped, while a spark remembers and knows when danger can happen around a bot.
He isn't sure if Starscream did something terrible to him in the past life or what, but he's not going to allow himself to be caught alone with the seeker.
He just wishes he knew his name, so he could do research and find out if he haddone something to deserve Starscream's malice or if the fear was for some other reason. Then again, seeker flock politics tended to be kept very close, and it was unlikely that they would have allowed it to get out into public record.
Oil Slick had considered polishing himself to a perfect shine this sol, but he really doesn'twant to be seen as 'small berthtoy' by the Decepticon leader. He's an acceptable level of clean, better than most of his fellow sciencebots, some of which have to be forced into the washrack because they forget to clean up each decacycle.
He focuses on working, and it isn't long before Megatron comes into the lab. He glaces up for a moment, but returns to work. He knows that drawing attention isn't really the best idea when the Decepticon leader is on tour. If only because if he doesn't get hired by Megatron, he'll get reprimanded for trying.
He'd normally do it anyway, but he doeshave to pay rent and other things. Going back to his creators' house would be embarrassing beyond belief.
Megatron looks over everyone as Whistlehook prattles on and on about things that are happening, only to have the Decepticon leader look over his shoulder. The mech hums thoughtfully, while Starscream looks sulky - a expression that Oil Slick doesn't remember happening a lot when the seeker was next to Megatron before - and says, "So this is the ninjabot scientist?"
Oil Slick looks at Megatron from the side of his optics, "Yes. I am. I was not expecting that you would have heard of me."
A servo brushes his side lightly, and Oil Slick fights the urge to smack the Decepticon leader's fingers for the touch. It's instinctive, and very difficult to ignore. "When Shockwave," the name of the bot triggers hatred in him, hatred that the bot is interfacing hisBlitzwing, "tells me to pay attention to a bot, I listen to him. You are supposed to be very intelligent, and very. . . creative in the chemicals you have been producing."
He pushes the possessive feeling in his spark away to answer calmly, thankful that his training stopped him from so much as twitching, "I know all sorts of different applications for them, yes." He nimbly moves out of the way of Starscream's claws when the seeker tries to poke him, "And am happy to apply them in all sorts of ways."
Megatron's optics dim, "Really? Would you like to discuss that with us in ... private?"
That is both an invitation for a job and to be their berthtoy. He has only interest in one, but the way it was said means that Megatron doesn't think there can be one without the other. He's going to have to pull out something he normally plays close to his chest, but is directly related to that. "A private talk would be most welcome, but I'm sorry to say that I would be unable to only respond to one side of that offer."
The look he receives in answer is not friendly. "Really? I believe we shouldmove to a more private location." Megatron stares at the bots in the lab, and they all get up en masse and flee, leaving the room vacant save for Megatron, Starscream, and Oil Slick.
The seeker makes a noise of disgust and prods Oil Slick's shoulder decoration, "You cannot possibly be thinking of taking this to our berth."
Megatron's optics are dim, and the grey bot leans down, "I don't see why not. Shockwave," another pulse of anger and possessiveness from his spark at the name, and he's going to have to learn to control that if he gets hired, "is very knowledgeable about what potential hires are like. He is modified enough to take an inhibitor."
An unmodified inhibitor, actually, but he's never going to be using one. He focuses on what he's working on, "I will not be able to join you in the berth."
"An inhibitor?" Starscream asks, as if Oil Slick had not spoken at all. "For how long?" Claws stroke his frame, and Oil Slick allows it, if only because his senses are screaming at him to allow his flock leader whatever liberties he demands. "I would want it to be long enough to thoroughly enjoy his spark."
Oil Slick vents slowly, "I cannot join you in the berth."
Megatron smirks, "About five overloads against him. More if we use him longer, and allow a resting time between each."
Starscream looks delighted at that, "Well, I'm willing to ta-"
He speaks louder this time, interrupting to get their attention, "I cannotjoin you in the berth. It is not a matter of willing, I am unable to." His flock leader is allowed to drag him off to be used whenever the bot wants, regardless of how he feels about it himself. Except for this.
Starscream gives him a confused look, "What kind of ninjabot isn't able to join a bot in the berth?"
"The kind that has been dreaming of their past sparkbonded bot since they were a sparkling," Oil Slick answers simply, putting a little glass stopper in the vial of chemical solution he had been mixing. He can feel their optics on him.
"You claim to be a reincarnated sparkbonded bot?" Starscream's claws grip his shoulders. "What is the designation of your sparkmate?"
Oil Slick wants to roll onto his back and open up for his flock leader, and this was the reason he couldn't let himself too close to the cursed seeker. "I do not know," he lies smoothly. "I have been remembering very slowly." He doesn't even know if he really isa sparkbonded bot. He could just be a reincarnated seeker that was Blitzwing's lover and never was able to actually sparkbond. It happens when a bot loves another so much their spark refuses to go to the Well.
It hurts him more than he can say that he is a bot doomed to always want a bot that has long since moved on. Be it by choosing another bot, or by going to the Well on their own. He should be the one in Blitzwing's berth, and Shockwave should be left to be alone forever.
Megatron looks at him, furrowing his optics ridges and tilting Oil Slick's head up. "Do you know what model type your bot is?"
"He was a jetbot." Blitzwing has since had a reformat into something like a triple-changer, and from what Oil Slick has seen, it hasn't done much for his stability. Blitzwing was always swinging between moods. At least now he does it visibly. "I don't know much more."
"What color was he?" Starscream asks, and then prods at his frame once more, "And what model were you? I do not know of many fliers that would choose to bond with such a tiny cyclebot."
He moves away, "He was purple, and I only know I was something that flew before. My senseis think I used to be a jetbot, as well." He never let them find out he was a seeker. He may not like his face, but he loves his voice. If he was found out by Starscream, the mech could insist on a reformat. He has no interest in returning to being a seeker, not with how his spark cowers in fear at the thought.
Starscream must have done somethingto him for him to be so worried about it.
If not, he would not fear his flock leader so badly.
Oil Slick finally ducks away from their groping, invasive touches, refusing to let them stroke his frame any longer. "I would love to work for you as a sciencebot, Lord Megatron," he says calmly from his perch atop a nearby table. "I cannot join you in your berth, as much as that may dismay me. I have attempted to interface in the past, and it has never been pleasant." 'Facing Prowl had made him withdraw afterwards so badly, he barely did more than answer questions in class.
He can not risk that again.
Starscream returns to looking sulky, and Megatron gives him a searching look for a long moment. "Shockwave," he reallyneeds to control his anger at the name, "says that you would be worth hiring. I am perfectly willing to have you join us as soon as possible."
He'll happily drop this one this very moment, but he knows he can not. Closing up projects is far more important, and he is most likely going to have to move back to his creator's house for a little bit before he leaves the planet. They'll be glad to have him, since they keep dropping hints about how much they hate him in his current apartment. "I just need to do some arranging here and I can leave."
"Very well. I expect you to arrange your things, and you will return to New Kaon with us this sol."
Oil Slick ducks his head, "I need a stellar cycle, my liege. I cannot leave sooner, or my creators will be quite upset."
Megatron taps his fingers on the table top, and then nods, "Then you have a stellar cycle. You will find the credits necessary for the trip in your account. If you need more, you will need to inform Shockwave of it."
He doesn't want to talk to the bot that stole his Blitzwing, but he'll live if he has to. He's going to be working in close conjunction with the higher ranking Decepticons because of this, and he'll need to get used to Shockwave. "Yes, my Lord."
Starscream looks bored now, "Let's continue with the tour, then. I want to see what else they're working on. Oil Slick is going to have a program put in him that makes it so he can't discuss what was going on, and I want to be able to on my own, anyway."
He kind of wonders if the reason he's a scientist now is because his flock leader is one, and something inside of him wants to do everything it can to impress Starscream.
He gets the feeling that his past self was not very good at science, and that it was a disappointment to Starscream.
Now Starscream's flock is nearly all offline, with a few exceptions of distant seekers in far away posts that were never close to the central core of the flock. Oil Slick wants to comfort his leader any way he can. If being a brilliant sciencebot will help, he will be brilliant. The most ruthless, intelligent sciencebot possible.
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