Punishment

The bulkier Predacon had backed the slimmer 'bot into a corner. "Turn around," he ordered grimly. "It's got to be done."

Terrorsaur rarely seemed as vulnerable as he did right now, wings torn from his back and sparks flying from the ripped mounting, arms wrapped protectively over his midsection. "L-look, I made a mistake," he stammered, pain and nervousness making his already scratchy voice annoyingly high-pitched. "It's stupid, I-I know! M-Megatron's a fool, but--"

"Shut up," Scorpinok snapped, and his arm lifted to point his claw in clear threat at Terrorsaur's head. "Don't talk about our leader that way. Do you want me to make this more painful than it's gonna be?"

The red Predacon swallowed hard. "No..."

"Then turn around, and let's get this over with."

"Wait!" Terrorsaur screeched, panicking. "I'm too valuable for Megatron to do this to!" His injured back came in contact with the corner, and his arms unwrapped in an instinctual search for escape.

The scorpion advanced without pity. His fellow Predacon had lost that the moment he attempted to take over the faction from Megatron...again. "Do you really want Waspinator to be the one to do this? Or Tarantulas?"

The red helmet ducked in a reflexive flinch at the very idea, and Terrorsaur tried his meekest smile on the other 'bot. "N-no, sir."

The Predacon second-in-command eyed him suspiciously and tried to decide if that had been sarcasm. Giving up, he used a claw to prod the pterodactyl in the chest. "Turn around. And brace yourself against the wall, 'cause this is gonna hurt."

"Yeah, I know," Terrorsaur mumbled weakly. He turned slowly and braced his fists against the wall, shoulders hunched. "Why do you think I'm--" he cut himself off and yelped quietly as Scorpinok moved closer.

Scorpinok shook his head and set to work. "Next time Megatron won't be so lenient."

"This is barbaric," the red-silver 'bot managed through gritted teeth.

"It's manual repair, Terrorsaur," he replied absently, "not the end of the world. You're lucky he let you into the base again, even if he won't let you use the CR Tanks."

Terrorsaur whined softly, and his back sparked madly.

Scorpinok chuckled. "Aw, you like the attention. Admit it."

"Shaddup and weld, shell-head."

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Someone asked me for a ficlet with "Scorpinok/Terrorsaur abusive slash." This is as close as I got.