Transformers Belongs to Hasbro
Oil Slick settles down on the ground, offlining his optics to drop back into meditation. He doesn't actually go in until the sparklings all leave, but is relieved when they do. He is getting closer to figuring out his old name, sorting through various memories in his processor, when he's suddenly picked up in large arms and squeezed tightly. He onlines instantly looking down at his old sensei, "Sensei Powerhug, what are you doing?"
He's carried out of the garden, and squeezed in a hug even tighter, "You need to stay here to teach, Oil Slick. You absolutely must."
"I have no desire to teach the sparklings here when I can be doing experiments on New Kaon." Oil Slick tries to slip out of the arms holding him tight, but his sensei is called 'Powerhug' for a reason. "Frag it, Powerhug. Put me down. I'm not a sparkling any longer."
Sensei carries him to the lounge where the rest of the senseis tend to gather while their sparklings nap or study, and sits on the couch with Oil Slick still in his arms. "If I let you go, you'll vanish."
He squirms, "You don't know that."
His sensei gives him a look, clearly declaring how stupid that is. "How gullible do you think I am, ninjabot?"
He strains to get free, "Not at all, Sensei." He tries flopping around, "How can you do this? You couldn't hold me when I was doing my tests!"
Powerhug rolls his optics, "You'd think I'd try my hardest to pin down a bot that we're just making sure can get free of all normal things?"
"Well, I suppose it's good to know that I need to focus on not letting you grab me at all. That way I can get away if I need to." He squirms, and tries his last-ditch escape attempt; he rubs himself against Powerhug's sparkplates.
The mech grunts, "Stop that. I know more about sparkbonds than you do. I know you don't honestly want to interface, so you'll stop squirming like that or I'll have to spank you."
He flickers his optics, "Really?"
Powerhug groans, "I'd forgotten that we stopped that punishment for you."
He rests his forehead against Powerhug's, squirming again, "Should I start acting up again if it means you restart it?"
He's moved so he's facing away from the bot, no longer able to rub plates or flicker his optics prettily. "It means that we aren't going to be dealing with all that fragging property damage that came from you ignoring safety procedure just to get a spanking."
A servo squeezes his aft briefly, and Oil Slick hums with pleasure, relaxing against Powerhug. "It feels good to me. Makes my spark heat up, no matter who is doing it." He doesn't know if he did this in his last life, but from what he knows about seekers, he'd be very surprised if his circuits had been wired to enjoy playful punishment. Seekers generally didn't work that way.
Although he's wondered more than once if Starscream was mildly masochistic, in the way the seeker loves egging Megatron on into acts of violence.
Powerhug lays him so his aft is sticking up on his lap, and his engine revs in excitement at the hope of it. His sensei rubs his aft, squeezing it, "I will spank you, but only if you listen to what I have to say."
He pushes up into the touch, "This first."
He gets a sharp slap to his aft, making his spark jump happily, "Just that one. I need you to listen."
"Mm. I'm listening." He wiggles his aft, trying to entice the mech into spanking him again. "I will listen even better if you heat my aft up first."
His aft gets squeezes firmly, "No, you won't. You bliss out midway through and forget everything you promise to do when you're being spanked. You enjoy this so much that I sometimes wonder if Primus didn't rebuild you to enjoy it. Perhaps it's something your sparkbonded likes."
He shrugs, "I'm pretty sure that my bonded is a Decepticon, so I wouldn't be surprised." Blitzwing is just like every other Decepticon in that regard. They fragging love tying a bot up. It isn't really surprising if the bot yanks him anyway. He is still slightly irritated at Strika for pulling him away when Blitzwing was holding him, even if he realizes it was a better idea to go with her.
Powerhug rolls his optics, rubbing his aft and tank, "Right." The mech sighs softly, "I want you to teach the sparklings with me."
"No."
A firm slap to his aft that has his engine revving loudly, "It wouldn't have to be full-time, if you have obligations to the Decepticons. You could come and visit a few times a vorn, give special lessons to the sparklings in oral history. It would be a minor commitment, and the sparklings would love it."
"No." Oil Slick wriggles on his lap. "I have no desire to teach sparklings right now."
Another smack, and he gasps in pleasure. "You were having fun with them just a megacycle ago. You can continue doing that when you come visit. They will all love seeing you."
He squirms, "I don't want to deal with the crushes on me as I show up. Just being there the once a vorn. Bad enough Flicker thinks I'm his bonded when I am not."
He's spanked again, making him groan happily and arch into the touch. "You get used to it. They won't be able to sneak into your berth."
Oil Slick lifts his aft into the next hit, wanting the spanking to be less of a tease to his systems. His spark is heating up nicely in his chest, and he wants nothing more than to grind himself all over Powerhug's legs. "I . . I don't want to teach?" his intonation raises slightly, turning it into a question. It's so hard to stay firmly resolved when he's being pleasured this way.
His aft is squeezed, bringing the heat up just a bit, and smacked again, "You do, don't you?"
He whines, making a small needy sound, "N-no?"
He's smacked again, and his spark pulses with heat, "You do."
"No," he whimpers, grinding his sparkplates on Powerhug, whining even louder when the mech slaps his aft several times in quick succession, leaving his plating heated and stinging.
Then the spanking stops, and he can feel the heat of Powerhug's servo hovering over his aft, "Will you come teach the sparklings? I won't continue unless you will."
"Yes! Yes, I will!" he promises, only vaguely aware of the fact that's he promising to do anything more than accept the rest of his spanking.
The servo drops on his aft, hard and fast. He's so eager for it, so close to overload, and then-
It stops.
Powerhug gently rubs his aft and lifts him up, smiling at him. "So glad you've agreed to come visit and teach sparklings with me, Oil Slick. I look forward to seeing you soon."
Oil Slick whines helplessly, his spark throbbing inside his chest. "I . . you're a fragging cheater, Powerhug."
He's smiled at, and his forehead kissed, glossa flicking out to lick his foreheadscrew, making his spark pulse even hotter. "That I am. You know ninjabots do anything they can to get a job done." He's pushed gently away, Powerhug's servos on his aft, "Go back to meditation. I'm sure you'll have fun there."
He glares, rubbing his chestplates unconsciously, "Like frag I will." He's going to go to his creators' house, and hide in his soundproofed room. Making certain to lock the door. He'll try meditating again in the morning.
Perhaps because he was trying so hard, the answer comes to him, of course, in a dream.
He finds himself sitting on the edge of a very tall building, his long, shapely legs dangling over as he stares at the two brilliant suns setting in the distance. His trinemates would love the view here, and the way the tall buildings in the city provide ample excuse for sweeping turns and aerial maneuvers that leave the groundpounders gasping with awe.
He turns to his lover-his sparkbonded lover-and smiles at him. "I'm glad our lord gave us a vacation. It's beautiful here."
His love takes his servo, kissing it softly, "It is. I knew you would like it."
He leans against his love, optics offline, "I wish we could stay here forever."
His wings are petted softly, "Lord Megatron will want us back soon. Just be happy where we are."
He runs his claws along his love's chest, kissing him softly, "Love you."
"I love you, too, Acid Storm."
His spark sings, and he wakes up. He rubs his optics tiredly, only really remembering his name, and a few other details. He sits up, dragging his knees under his chin, and stares at the wall of his room. "Well... frag."
Starscream is going to murder him.
He'd hidden his sparkbond from his flockleader.
Oil Slick wonders why Acid Storm had done that. Why he had done that, since they share the same spark.
Starscream is going to kill him, and then reformat him back into a seeker-which Oil Slick's spark does not want.
He wonders why. There are no records of a seeker reincarnating as anything but a seeker in their next life, though the number of reincarnated sparks are very low, since sparkbonding is still a very rare thing, and most sparkbonded pairs offline together.
He whines softly, curling up. He isn't really sure what to do. He should just go straight to his bonded and demand to be together, but he can't even tell if that was really Blitzwing or not. There was no accent that he could trace in it, and he only remembers purple and jetbot.
He feels useless and stupid.
Maybe he should go do something. Anything would be better than worrying about this.
He'll do what he always did as a sparkling, and run the obstacle course.
He looks down at the sparklings on the floor as he stands in the front of the room. They aren't even really sparklings. They're past bot puberty, but not quite adult. "So... all of you want to hear me sing?"
"Yes, please," a large jetbot purrs, shifting his wings in a way that has his spark twitching with interest, if only because the mech is purple. Purple and gold, but still, enough purple to make his spark ache. "You are so very good at it. We want to hear something." His optics dim, "Something from Vos."
He sighs softly, knowing exactly what the bots want from him. He's not willing to be optic candy when he already has a sparkling after his spark. He looks over at Powerhug, but the fragger just raises an optic ridge and smirks at him. He looks back at the class, "What kind of song from Vos?"
One of the bots leans forward, voice low in a way Oil Slick is surethe bot thinks is seductive, "The oldest one you know."
The oldest one he knows is the one his seeker creators sang to him when he was very young, and taught him about how seekers came to be. That will get him murdered in his recharge by any seeker. He decides on something a little more modern. "Very well, this is one about the Emperor Shining Blade, and his sparkling Frostspark."
It's a long song. A veryl ong one, if only because it is part of a saga, and meant to be sung in seven parts over the course of a long seeker celebration. Again, he goes with a partially translated version of it, intentionally flubbing the pronunciation of several important words in Vosian, so any seeker watching the inevitable recordings of this won't suspect that he can speak the language fluently. If he can't pronounce basic words correctly, he obviously found the song on a datapad somewhere, or on a recording of one of their ceremonies-which should not exist. Seekers were quite protective of their culture.
He walks around the classroom as he sings, letting his voice carry the song. There are parts that should be in a much higher tone that he can not reach, but he lets that flub just a bit out of not wanting to be murdered when the recordings go around.
When he's finished, he sits down on Powerhug's desk, and pulls out a datapad, composing a test as he lets them pepper him with questions. Most of which are very flimsily constructed propositions to get at his spark, but he endures. When he's done, he transfers copies of the questions to all of the students' datapads, he works on filling it out quickly, so that Powerhug has an answer key before leaving the room while everyone is distracted.
He can hear them moaning in complaint at the complicated questions as he leaves.
Serves them right for flirting with a bot they should know is a reincarnated spark looking for its bonded. You don't casually flirt with a bot like that. It's an insult to the very idea of sparkbonding, and even if ninjabots tend to be against the idea of bonding their sparks to another, they respect it. Those sparklings, and the Decepticons he worked with, were not respecting him at all.
If anything, they were deliberately disrespecting him, and saw him as a bot whose only purpose was in the berth-or in the case of the post-puberty sparklings, a bot who entertained them and was good in the berth.
He's paused in the hallway, unsure where he's going to be going, when he hears a sound from the ceiling. He lets Sky Garry drop down next to him. The bot gives him a happy little smile, "So I hear you're teaching the sparklings now, sensei."
He glares up at the mech, "Shut up."
He lets the racecar put a servo on his shoulder and guide him out of the main classroom hall. "It isn't a bad thing, you know." The bot beams, "I'm a sensei, too."
He raises an optic ridge, "Is everyone a sensei now?"
Sky Garry sticks out his glossa, "No. Prowl and Jazz are just here to goof off, for example. You know everyone is welcome to return. You just dropped right into the teaching role when the sparklings came in. Prowl took off when sparklings showed up in the garden when he was meditating."
"Then why is everyone else-"
"Teaching? Well, you managed to avoid it since you were only taking partial lessons with us, but most of us are expected to come back and help teach the sparklings when we graduate, if only to give us more grounding in our ninjabot heritage and culture."
Oil Slick narrows his optics, "I see. I do have more important work to do, you know."
He's smiled at, and taken to the teacher's lounge, "You're on a decacycle long vaca-"
He shakes his head, "No, I'm not. I'm only here for another sol, and then I need to travel across the galaxy again." And likely get screamed at by Starscream for knowing things about Vos no one should know at all.
Sky Garry smiles, "That's fine. Powerhug told you that you can just be here for a sol every vorn, and that would be enough." The bot flickers his optics at him, "I hear you already have a bot claiming to be your bonded."
"I have a minibot who wants to bond with me because he thinks that the temple fortune-teller is a foolproof method of finding your bondmate." Oil Slick moves away when Sky Garry tries to draw him close. "Fragger. I'm not even your type. You like the big and hulking and blue."
Sky Garry shrugs, "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy holding you. You're a cuddly little bot. I doubt that's changed much since you joined up with the Decepticons."
He sighs, letting himself get drawn into the larger mech's lap, and leans on his chest, "I try not to let myself get held by anyone there. They take it as an invitation."
He's rubbed on the tank soothingly, "Well, I'm not taking it this way."
He smiles, a tiny quirk of the lips, "You never did approach me when we were in classes."
Sky Garry's servos rub his helmet, "You're a sparkbonded bot. I was told by my creators to leave you be."
"That doesn't stop most bots," Oil Slick points out, honestly enjoying the cuddling. It feels good to be held close to a warm spark, without the threat of interfacing hovering over him. "Have you managed to frag the Magnus yet? Or are you still fragging your spark to images of him every night?" His crush was painfully obvious.
"He has . . not been receptive to the advances I have made." Sky Garry looks a bit sheepish, "But I have not made many advances towards him. It always seemed disrespectful. He projects this sense of . . purity of spark and goodness. Asking for a frag always feels like I am defiling that."
He scoffs, "And you call yourself a ninjabot." He knows what the bot means, though. Ultra Magnus does seem too ... pure to do that to. He's not even fond of Autobots, but he can see that the Magnus is untouchable in a way that Lord Megatron will never be.
Sky Garry sighs softy, "I know. I should just retire and declare myself a failure." The bot smiles at him, hugging him a little tighter, "Too bad I'm just not that kind of bot, huh?"
He sticks out his glossa, "He could be pinning for another bot. You could just ask him. Did you ever show up in his berth and say that you want him?"
"Of course not. He does not invite my model type to his . . . Conquest games."
Oil Slick narrows his optics, thinking about the rumors he's heard about those games. Ultra Magnus is known for fancying truckbot frames, but the mech apparently never takes any of them to his berth. "He trained under Yoketron for a short while. You could ask sensei for suggestions." And ask if Ultra Magnus had somehow escaped ninjabot classes a virgin.
The mech shrugs, "I suppose, but since Prowl keeps harassing him, it is significantly harder to find Master Yoketron."
Oil Slick shrugs, "You could still try. Go hit on Prowl for a bit. Maybe Yoketron will show up then."
"That seems very counter-intuitive. Yoketron is avoiding Prowl, why would-"
He cuddles against the bot, "I'm pretty sure that Yoketron likes Prowl a little too much. Doesn't want to get attached. You can guess how well that's going."
"Ah. He's worried about wanting to bond?" Sky Garry rubs Oil Slick's back, patting his aft gently. "He should know that he would not be judged for it. We all face those urges at some point. There is little shame in wanting a deeper relationship with-"
"He was jealous when Prowl was asking to interface with me."
"Oh." Sky Garry falls silent for a moment. "He wants Prowl's exclusivity? I'm not sure Prowl can give him that."
He nods, cuddling close, "It is very unlikely to happen. I am not sure that I would be able to do such a thing if I wasn't sparkbonded and every 'face that isn't with my bonded is terrible."
Sky Garry smiles at him, "You are allowed to do what you want, Oil Slick." The bot frowns, "I know I couldn't be exclusive. Not even for Ultra Magnus."
He laughs softly, "I imagine that he wouldn't ask you to be. He was a ninjabot once. Possibly still considers himself one. You should go ask him if he'd be willing. The worst he'd do is say no, and everyone knows that isn't the end of the world."
"I will consider it when I return to Cybertron later. However, right now, I wish to enjoy the bot currently cuddled on my lap." His servos slides over Oil Slick's aft again, "You've been spanked. Your armor here is all dented up still. I know you hate smoothing spanking dents out."
Oil Slick squirms, pushing his aft up into Sky Garry's servo. "Powerhug tricked me into agreeing to come and teach. The spanking was his way of convincing me to say yes." Primus help him if Megatron or Starscream ever realized how weak he was to spankings.
Sky Garry squeezes his aft, making him rev happily, "You always were incredibly sensitive here. I know several of us wished you did not keep turning us down, just so we could overload against it."
He revs louder at the thought, but shakes his head, "No."
The bot smiles, "It wasn't a proposition. It was just me saying. I am focused on Ultra right now, anyway." He's nuzzled, "I really wish he was into my model type, but I'm just... not a truckbot. I don't have what he wants."
He rubs the mech's side, "Maybe it is just how they look in bot mode that he likes? You have wide shoulders, and a slightly boxy frame. You taper down a bit on the waist like a truckbot."
Sky Garry smiles, tapping his nose, "But I'm a lot bigger than the bots he likes." He touches his chest, "And I have visible intakes here, like a jetbot might. I doubt he finds that attractive. He rarely gives me a second glance, but when a truckbot walks by, he ends up staring at their afts the entire time."
Oil Slick scoffs, and then changes the subject, "Are you enjoying your work in their Transportation Guild? It all sounds dreadfully boring to me. I'd gouge my optics out just to get out of the first sol of work there."
The larger mech pinches his aft, reprimanding him, "You know it's not half as boring as you think it is. We don't all enjoy making things explode. Some of us like making sure that shuttles land on schedule."
He squirms happily, liking how his spark warms at the abuse of his aft, "I don't just do explosions. I have been designing a better alloy of metal that I'm going to be using to replace my armor. Make it thinner and stronger." He pushes into the mech's servo, encouraging more touch, "It is working so far. I am working under Scalpel-"
Sky Garry blinks at him in shock, "The weaver?"
He nods, "Yes, and I am making him a new set of armor from it. He rather likes it so far, and I like how it makes him seem even tinier."
"You are a very filthy bot," Sky Garry hums in his audio, squeezing his aft firmly. "Have you found your bonded yet? It is a tragedy for one so filthy to not have a bot to please."
"I have not-"
The servos on him go still. "So you have found him? I can tell when you're lying, Oil Slick. Why are you not with him? Has he taken another lover? Rejected your new frame?" The bot strokes his back gently, "You can tell me. I can keep your secrets."
He leans against the mech's chest, glad that they're alone in the room, "I don't want to talk about it here." He knows that there may be any number of bots popping in to see them. Ninjabots are just like that, hiding in the corner and pretending they aren't there.
He's picked up, and Sky Garry nuzzles him, "Well, we can go someplace that isn't here. My room, perhaps?"
Normally, that would be an invitation to 'face - he had done the perfect lead up - but he knows the mech won't try to force him, and that isn't just because of the sparkbonding. "Yes." He doesn't want to go back to his creator's house, even if his room is soundproof, and he can keep all other ninjabots out. He's not dealing with them thinking he's 'facing there.
His creators have been asking and pestering constantly, reviewing all the footage they can get of him. They assume that any bot he spends more than one breem with might be his bonded, and they keep making suggestions to him. 'Ooh, maybe you're bonded to this little cyclebot, with the strange denta. Or maybe this tankbot. Or this jetbot.'
It is extremely disturbing that he now knows every bot in the army that his creators wouldn't mind fragging. Makes him shudder a bit.
Sky Garry's room is very plain, with a low ceiling that is entirely free of rafters and unlit corners. It is very difficult to hide up there, even with holographic projectors. Sky Garry likes it that way.
He's gently placed in a chair, and Sky Garry sits on the berth. He frowns; this just won't do. He climbs back into the mech's lap, encouraging touch. He hadn't realized how much he missed just being touched, and not having to worry about the bot wanting his spark.
Sky Garry smiles, rubbing his back, "So you found your bonded?"
He sighs softly, "I don't know." He curls up, holding tightly to the larger bot, "I think I'm a stupid sparkbroken bot. The bot I think I'm with is already with another."
"You have seen them together?" Sky Garry curls a servo around his waist, a comforting motion that makes Oil Slick always feel a bit fragile.
"No. I have not seen them, but the rumor is all over the base. I remember being with him, but I do not remember bonding with him, and none of my memories speak of a sparkbond. I think I came back for nothing."
Sky Garry sighs, "Rumors are terrible things, and rarely accurate. Will you share the name of the bot you think you've bonded to in the past? Perhaps-"
"Blitzwing."
The mech flinches, "Ah." Oil Slick's spark sinks, hating how even an Autobot knows what he means. Sky Garry pets his back, "And all the video of him kissing Shockwave. He is... very taken, isn't he?"
His spark hurts, the very idea of it makes him hate that he even refused the well to come for the mech. "Yes. He will not want me. He even said I am not the sort of bot he normally likes."
He's cuddled softly, "And you wouldn't have reincarnated as a bot that your sparkbonded didn't like if you knew what they wanted. If you had been close enough to bond."
He nods, feeling broken. "He has also approached other bots to 'face. He is not... he is not sparkbonded." He was the only bot he knows that was approached by Blitzwing, but that just shows he's more discrete than most of the generals.
"Perhaps your spark was very close to a sparkbond before you offlined?" Sky Garry strokes him, arms curling around him protectively. "There is a record of one bot coming back when their partner had agreed to try for a sparkbond, but they had no chance to do it before the truckbot offlined. The truckbot reincarnated and they managed to complete their bond later. Perhaps you are like that?"
"Or I'm a lovesick ex-seeker," Oil Slick moaned unhappily.
"Ex-seeker?"
He groans, rubbing his face against the mech's chest, "A stupid seeker that has to avoid his flockleader because it is so hard to say no."
His back is rubbed, "That would explain why you were singing about Vos when I walked by the classroom and you were teaching. I bet you know far more than what you're teaching them, huh?"
He whines unhappily, "And I can't actually do everything the way it is supposed to be or Starscream will demand I reformat. I like being a cyclebot."
"I wonder why you would reincarnate as a cyclebot if you were a seeker. Bots don't do that, generally. Seekers stay seekers." Sky Garry tips his helm up to study his optics, "Perhaps Blitzwing prefers smaller models? You may have taken a reformat for him."
It's possible, but Shockwave is a hulking brute. If Blitzwing enjoyed hulking brutes, Oil Slick should have come back as a tankbot with a single optic and massively creepy claws.
He sighs sadly, and Sky Garry rubs his back, "I think you look nice."
He laughs, a slightly bitter sound. "Thanks." He leans on the mech, "It is so hard to deal with all of this, and here I am. I just... I may have just substituted Blitzwing in for another bot for all I know. My memories say my bonded is a jetbot, not a triple-changer."
"But Blitzwing went through that reformat, didn't he? So he could be a tank and a jet. You may have been with him before that happened."
His spark hurts, "Or I'm just a stupid sparkbroken seeker that never should have left the Well."
"I trust that Primus would not have allowed your spark to leave if there had not been hope for you here. You say your spark finds interfacing unpleasant? That sounds like the reaction of a sparkbonded spark to me. Not a sparkbroken one. I am certain you will find happiness."
Oil Slick smiles a bit, "You're almost painfully optimistic, Sky Garry."
The mech chuckles, "I am nothing compared to one of the truckbots that Ultra Magnus favors. Do you know what his Autobot designation is? Optimus."
He laughs, wrapping his arms as far around the mech's waist as they can go, "That's pretty hilarious." He snuggles against the bot, "Lay down."
Sky Garry raises an optic ridge, but does as he's asked, "Any reason for this?"
He tugs out a heating blanket, wrapping it around himself, "We're going to take a nap."
The mech smiles, "I suppose we can. I'd be glad to be the only bot sharing a berth with you during your stay here."
"Don't be a jealous aft. I'll nap with whomever I want to." Oil Slick curls up on his chest, "And it just so happens that bot is you this sol. Aren't you lucky?"
Sky Garry chuckles again, "Yes. So very lucky. What would I do without you, little bot?"
He scrapes his claws along the bot's armor, scolding him wordlessly for using that term. "You'd end up with fewer scratches to repair."
"I suppose I would." The mech wraps an arm around him and encourages him to drift into recharge.
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