Crack in the Pavement
Chapter 2
I warned you.
I'm updating early cause I crave more reviews.
They are like blood to me. Yep, I am a review vampire.
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers; I'm just prostituting it for my amusement.
Summary: Megatron uses Ironhide to get his revenge on Prime. Multiple minor side pairings, see list in fic.
Warning: Graphic rape. Torture. M/M robot slash consensual as well as NON-CON
Pairings: Non-con Megatron/ Ironhide, Con Optimus/ Ironhide. Established Jazz/ Prowl, Twins/ Ratchet, Mirage/ Cliffjumper
"Everyone is ready," Prowl announced. "The Aerialbots will make a mock air strike while Seaspray ferries Mirage to the base. He'll infiltrate it, find Ironhide and radio back for retrieval when he finds him."
"Good," Optimus said. "He rubbed the sides of his optics. Let me know immediately whatever Mirage discovers."
"Yes, sir," Prowl said, nodded and exited Prime's office.
Hours passed, and Optimus heard nothing. He paced back and forth across his office. Eventually, he became claustrophobic in his office, each inch of it reminded him of Ironhide, and he moved on to the rec room. Optimus found himself in good company, every mech not on duty was in the room, pacing or fidgeting. Optimus wondered if Ironhide knew how cared for he was by all of the Autobots.
Finally, Prowl returned. He looked grim.
"He wasn't there," Prowl said. "There was only a skeleton craft. The Command Trine, Megatron, and Soundwave were absent."
"No," Optimus groaned. "There must be another base."
"Certainly," Prowl replied. "Mirage did manage to secure a prisoner, Rumble. I'm about to begin interrogating him."
"Maybe you should start but stepping on his digits or cutting a few cables," Sunstreaker suggested darkly. "He's not going to help us if we play nice."
"That is not our way," Optimus said. "Get to it Prowl. At this point Ironhide might as well be on another planet, we have no clue as to where he is."
The door hissed open; Ironhide raised his head and suppressed the violent shudder that demanded to wash over him. He focused his optics on Megatron, they glowed bright blue with defiance. Megatron smiled.
"That glitched Seeker will not interrupt us again," Megatron said. Ironhide steeled himself for another round with the electrowhip or whichever torture device Megatron fancied. Megatron laughed. Long and hard. He grabbed Ironhide's jaw with a painfully hard grip, fingers denting the thin plating. Megatron leaned in close and said.
"An outdated model like you. What insolence compelled you to lust after Prime?"
"What the slag are you jabbering about, Buckethead?" Ironhide snapped. His sparked churned in its chamber.
"I've been watching you for sometime," Megatron said, his face was so close Ironhide could almost taste his exhaust. Energon freezing in his tubing. "You Autobots have yet to master the art of keeping the cassettes out."
"Slagger!" Ironhide swore and struggled to pull his face out of Megatron's grasp. His shoulders cried out as he struggled, but that didn't stop Ironhide. His processor couldn't wrap itself around the idea that Megatron had been spying on him. "What in the Pit have ya been watchin' me for?"
"I've realized you are Prime's favourite," Megatron said, he was grinning wildly, watching his reflection in Ironhide's wide, bright optics. "I was once his favourite. Did you know that? I will not tolerate an outmoded piece of debris such as you taking my place."
Ironhide made a confused sound he couldn't process his thoughts well enough to articulate a curse. Megatron, Optimus's favourite? When? Ironhide had been with Optimus since only days after he had come into creation upon his destruction as Orion Pax. From the moment he had been made Prime of Cybertron. It had to have been before that. Before Optimus had been Optimus? Why hadn't he said anything about knowing Megatron before? In his processor, Ironhide floundered, but he couldn't give Megatron the satisfaction of staying that way.
"Optimus's taste sure was somethin' sour," Ironhide said. The words ended in a hiss as Megatron's grip tightened. "Glad ta see it's improved."
"Insolent scrap," Megatron sneered. He reached one hand around Ironhide and bored his servo through one of the many slashes, seized a handful of wires and pulled them out.
A groan escaped Ironhide's vocalizer; he clenched his denta and refused to cry out. Instead he glowered at Megatron, with even greater defiance.
"Last I checked, it was yer 'Cons who were scrap," Ironhide hissed. Alarms warned him that sensory communication along his left side was nearly non existent. Though he tried, Ironhide couldn't control that leg. The sensory pain was incredible, and the only thing holding Ironhide up was Megatron.
"I watched you long enough to know that you lust for Prime," Megatron said with disgust. His tone then turned to something like pleasure. "But I also saw that Prime does not return that sentiment. Still, you are the mech he cares for most of all. In destroying you, I will have my revenge on him."
"There's nothin' you can do that'll destroy me," Ironhide promised. The click of plates retracting surprised Ironhide; the crush of Megatron's free hand over his own lower interface plating, stunned him. And the force behind Megatron's grip as he pried the panel open terrified him. Ironhide felt the air against his interfacing equipment, and he couldn't mask the horror from his optics as Megatron caught his gaze.
"Prime will never want you now," Megatron said and he buried too large fingers into Ironhide's valve. Ironhide bit down on his glossa to stop himself from screaming. He hadn't been with a mech in millenia, none since before Chromia, and his valve had seen little use then. There was no gentleness here, no patience. Just two, too large fingers driving up into his sensitive valve, chaffing against the malleable insulation, and delicate sensors. It hurt. He needed time to adjust. Time to steel himself. He felt his valve tear. He needed those fingers gone, but if the fingers left...
Megatron tore his fingers out of Ironhide and the abused mech tasted energon as his denta ground into his glossa. Panic, terror and disbelief, raced through Ironhide's systems and his fans and intakes roared. Ironhide didn't realize he had shuttered his optics until he opened them and saw the crazed glee in Megatron's optics. Ironhide called up all his stubborn will and glared hatefully at the Decepticon tyrant. He spat, hitting Megatron on the cheek.
He was rewarded with a smirk. Megatron released Ironhide's chin and took hold of one of Ironhide's thighs, lifting him up by it. The Decepticon tyrant stepped in close, forcing Ironhide's legs apart; Ironhide tried to shut his panel and and save himself but error messages told him the panel was jammed. He dared not look down. Ironhide didn't want to see what was coming even as he felt Megatron position the wide tip of his cable against Ironhide's already damaged valve. Refusing to runaway and hide within himself, Ironhide arched his head up, his pride refusing to be broken.
His mouth opened in a silent scream as Megatron drove himself to the hilt in one cruel plunge. Megatron wasted no time then. He took hold of Ironhide's other leg and held him splayed as he drove himself over and over, tearing his way through Ironhide's valve. Primus, Ironhide's processor nearly crashed. He had never known 'facing could hurt so much. But this wasn't really 'facing. This was an invasion. Ironhide could feel Megatron tearing apart his valve deep inside himself. Energon rose in his throat.
Megatron seemed to surround him even as he pounded his cruel cable into Ironhide. The old warrior felt energon, not lubricant easing Megatron's invasion of his body. He heard squelches as Megatron drew out of and rammed back into his valve. He heard Megatron's grunts and groans and his tormentor's engines and intakes roared. The vibrations rocked through Ironhide. Ironhide smelt energon and coolant and the tang of Megatron's armour.
"Yes," Megatron groaned against Ironhide's face plates, and the red mech could taste the sick pleasure on the 'Con's breath. "Yes."
Ironhide tried now to separate himself from the assault. He had to get away before he let Megatron destroyed his very self. It was only his body. He could heal; he would heal. It was only his body. It was only his body.
"This is all for you, Ironhide," Megatron hissed with pleasure. "I will ruin your valve for anyone else. I will take your ports and paint them with my essence. You are filth. You are nothing. Optimus will see that now after I've shown him what you've become."
Small drops of coolant fell from Ironhide's optics, though he was not aware of it. He clenched his denta and promised himself he would not whimper or beg or sob. Megatron's engine rumbled, it sounded like a purr, and he drove his cable ever harder into Ironhide's valve. From the hiss of his intakes, Ironhide knew the 'Con was close. Coolant leaked faster from Ironhide's shuttered optics. There wasn't even a ghost of pleasure in Ironhide's torn and tortured valve. Coolant leaked freely now. Megatron leaned close and licked it away as he spasmed and overloaded in the depths of Ironhide's valve.
"Oh yes," Megatron groaned, still buried in Ironhide. He licked another coolant tear. "Next I am going to overload you, and take all your precious dreams of Prime away."
"Megatron," Starscream's shrill voice broke through Ironhide's shock. He opened his optics. He flashed denta coated in energon as Megatron tore out of him and left him to hang limply by his wrists. The sob of pain he choked off came out as a short, low moan.
"I told you not to disturb me, Starscream," Megatron snarled as the door opened. Starscream seemed to know every override code even in this fortress. The tyrant seethed with rage.
"You also told me to alert you with any pressing developments, my Lord," strangely, there was no sarcasm dripping from the tri-coloured Seeker's voice. His optics stared directly into Megatron's, barely giving Ironhide a second glance. "And as it happens, I have one."
"Oh?" Megatron asked as he stalked perilously close to his second.
"A wave of Autobots attacked and infiltrated the sea fortress," Starscream said, retreating from his crazed commander. "As you expected they would. No plans for this fortress remained there, there is no trail for them to follow, except one."
"You incompetent fool," Megatron pointed his gun directly at Starscream's face.
"It wasn't me!" Starscream shrieked and raised his hands to shield himself. "Rumble was captured. While most of your forces don't know of this base's location he did participate in its construction."
"Useless scrap," Megatron growled.
"If you wish I can plan a counter assault to retrieve him," Starscream suggested cautiously.
"No," Megatron said. "No, I will not trust something so important to be left in your hands. Summon Soundwave to the War Room." He turned and leered at the dangling mech. "Don't go anywhere, Pet. I'll be back soon."
Megatron threw Starscream aside and stalked from the room. Starscream regained his peds quickly. As he turned to leave, he spared Ironhide a brief glance, the twitch of his optics went unnoticed by Ironhide in his current state.
'Optimus is going to slag us all," Starscream thought. He hurried from the room. It would have been preferential to drown himself in high grade or at least to spend the next several hours scrubbing his finish off in the wash racks but he dared not test Megatron with the Warlord in this state.
He'd question Megatron's order many times over the years, and nearly as often, his sanity. There was no question now, Megatron had gone completely berserk. He was begging to draw down the united wrath of every single Autobot. And who was actually going to fight the battle? Oh yes, him. Wonderful. Soundwave was already on the command deck when he enter, if Megatron could have, he would have been towering over the spy. Soundwave appeared unflappable as always. At Megatron's orders, he brought out Ravage.
"No mistakes," Megatron snarled at the Casseticon. "Retrieve Rumble or silence him permanently. I will not allow this fortresses location to be revealed to the Autobots because of a Casseticon."
Starscream watch Ravage look from Megatron to Soundwave. His master dimmed his optics, nearly unperceptive, but Starscream and Ravage both spotted the break in his facade.
"Retrieve Rumble," Soundwave ordered. With that, the cat raced away. Megatron followed suit at a more leisurely pace. Starscream watched as Soundwave stared at Megatron's back. Now the spy\s optics burned unusually bright.
Interesting.
A/N Why is this dancing in my head when I am supposed to be writing a paper on bog mummies? Really, this is not convenient.