Crack in the Pavement
Chapter 3
Are we having fun yet?
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
The individual alarms of his self-diagnostic came to blend together in a constant high pitched hum. Damage warnings, low energon warnings, warnings Ironhide really didn't need. His energy levels were at critical; Ironhide didn't have the strength to struggle to his peds. There were too many individual wounds for his self-repair systems to operate efficiently. The pain in his valve was searing, it matched that of his pride. Megatron's fluids blended with Ironhide's energon as it leaked from his valve, down his leg. He wanted to purge but Ironhide didn't even have the strength for that. Really, he didn't have the strength to think. This was good, wasn't it? It was so much easier hanging here, when he was so blank he didn't even remember that Megatron would be back.
And he was back. The sound of the door opening brought Ironhide back to awareness. His spark dropped and curdled in his chassis. Megatron entered the room with a distressingly confident gait. Ironhide struggled not to slump further. He had to drag himself up. He had to show the slagger he had not been beaten. Megatron, he was carrying something... a remote.
"Time to show your precious Prime what you've become," Megatron announced with a wide smirk. "I've been recording all of this for posterity. I thought Prime might like a glimpse of our time together."
"No," Ironhide's cry came out as a weak, hoarse gasp.
"Soundwave infiltrated Teletraan 2," Megatron announced. "I am now streaming you live to the Autobot base."
"Prime," RedAlert's voice called over the comm. "You need to come to the security room immediately."
Optimus looked up from the map where he and Prowl had been attempting to discern the location of the second Decepticon base. He glanced over at Prowl, his own alarm mirrored in the strategists optics. Prowl followed him to the security room.
"Primus," Optimus gasped as the door opened and he saw the screen. "Ironhide."
He looked away. He couldn't bare to see what Megatron was doing to Ironhide. But he didn't look away fast enough, he saw the pain and humiliation on Ironhide's face as Megatron assaulted him. Prowl's hand covered his face. RedAlert had his back to the screen. It didn't silence the horrible sound of Megatron's rape of Ironhide. It seemed to go on forever. The only thought in Optimus's mind was Ironhide. Oh Ironhide.
"I was going to kill him, Prime," Optimus looked back up, Megatron's treacherous leer filled the screen . "But I decided this is so much better. This is your fault Prime. For daring to care for him. For thinking you could replace me. He's my pet now." The screen returned to it's normal surveillance mode with Megatron stalking over to Ironhide.
Optimus stared at the screen. RedAlert slipped past him, his loyal bodyguard following him out to offer much needed comfort.
"Primus," Optimus whispered. He shuttered is optics. The video replayed in his processor over and over.
"Optimus," Prowl said softly. "Optimus."
"Can you get the location from that base out of him?" Optimus asked when he finally opened his optics again. They were blazing now, with a hate Prowl had never seen before.
"Not quickly," Prowl replied. "We could release him and follow him. He won't head there immediately, Soundwave was not in the sea fortress. The Casseticon will return to his master."
"How many days do you think that could take," Optimus asked. His voice was like the edge of a blade.
"I can't say for certain," Prowl said. "I can't guarantee Soundwave wouldn't come after him, and lead him away from the secret base."
"I won't risk that," Optimus said. "I will not risk Ironhide on a chance. The Twins were right. There's only one way to get through to a 'Con."
"Optimus!" Prowl exclaimed. "Ironhide wouldn't want you to do that."
"Ironhide would not want to be left with Megaton," Optimus replied. He left the room, leaving Prowl behind. Prowl exhaled through his intakes and ran for the medbay. Ratchet could reason with Optimus. Even if he had to sedate him first.
"Now that that's taken care of," Megatron smirked. "I need you to last a while. A good long while. I should thank Starscream for that interruption. It gave me a chance to ponder your future."
Megatron strutted over to Ironhide, an energon cube in one hand. He gripped the back of Ironhide's helm, forcing the Autobot's head back. Ironhide gasped; Megatron poured the contents of the cube down his throat.
"There will be no going offline due to critical energon levels," Megatron said. Ironhide choked and coughed. Megatron smirked down at him. He stroke a finger down the curve of Ironhide's faceplates. "I'm going to use you for everything you are good for, then I'm going to return your empty husk to Prime. Only after I've used you to breed my heirs."
"No," Ironhide cried. "No!"
"Yes," Megatron replied. He soaked up the horror in Ironhide's voice as the Autobot moaned no over and over. Megatron could taste the terror and horror radiating from the proud Autobot, it made the Warlord's circuits sing with malicious delight. He kept one hand gripping the back of Ironhide's head while he tore away the armour over Ironhide's chassis, exposing his protoform and upper-interface equipment, as well as his spark chamber. He dug in, found Ironhide's implant, and crushed it.
"No," Ironhide moaned the plea. "No."
Ironhide shuttered his optics tight, and groaned in pain as Megatron sheathed himself to his fullest in Ironhide's torn, and defiled valve. Megatron hummed in pleasure.
"So tight," Megatron said. "You were built for my cable."
The tyrant basked in the pain on Ironhide's clenched face. With his free hand he plugged his upper interface cable into Ironhide's port. Ironhide opened his optics and screamed and shook, fighting to get away as Megatron took his cable and completed the circuit.
He could feel him. Not just his cable tearing into his valve but him. Ironhide could feel Megatron's cruel pleasure flood over him in waves. He could feel the sick erotic glee Megatron felt in response to his moans of horror. He purged over himself and Megatron, but that didn't stop the tyrant from wrenching his spark chamber open and forcing their sparks together as his overload rendered Ironhide offline.
Megatron stood there with his cables imbedded in Ironhide. This would be his ultimate victory over Prime. His circuits hummed with the afterglow of overload. This was better than high grade. He taste Ironhide's horror, it was so much better than any other simple pleasure. Oh yes, he would stretch this out a ways. A few heirs, then there would be nothing left of Ironhide but a worn out shell. Megatron would have to be there to see Prime's face. Or maybe once he broke Ironhide he'd train him in the arts of the lowest pleasure bot. Perhaps have him perform a show and send that to Prime. The possibilities were endless.
When the afterglow faded, Megatron disengaged himself from Ironhide's limp form. He felt a thirst for energon, one he would quench with his finest high grade. Megatron was jubilant, he hadn't felt this pleased since he crushed the Towers. Nothing could dent his mood. He settled in his throne full of cruel mirth and excellent high grade. The doors parted and Starscream entered, Starscream saw him immediately and took a step back before walking in as if he were commander.
"You Seekers will revert to your old role soon," Megatron said, he knew how much Starscream loathed being grouped with other Seekers. "You will act as sentinels for my heirs once I have built my dynasty. It will be a greater honour than you deserve."
Starscream stared at him expressionlessly for a long moment. The Seeker made a sound before placing the data cards he'd been holding down at Soundwave's station.
"The Coneheads are operational again," Starscream said in that aggravatingly shrill voice of his. "I've put them on patrol over Autobot territory. Soundwave is waiting to collect his cassettes."
"Go make yourself useful, for once," Megatron said, quite completely drunk on victory and high grade. "Either built me a great weapon, or take your useless Trine on your own patrol."
"Yes, my liege," Starscream said, he left quickly. Obviously, the future Megatron described to him filled him with dread. Megatron grinned, leaned back and imagined the future he had begun to build.
Starscream ran for the room Thundercracker and Skywarp shared the instant the command deck door closed behind him. It didn't matter what they were doing, he'd seen it all several times over, he was too panicked to alert them to his entry.
"Whatever it is you two are doing, stop!" Starscream ordered. His trinemates looked back at him, lounging casually together on their berth. Thundercracker held a data disk in one hand. There was a long silence before Skywarp sucked air through his intakes.
"Well?" Skywarp asked.
"Megatron is trying to spark that Autobot," Starscream explained.
"Oh Primus," Thundercracker swore. "Optimus will deactivate us all."
"Little Megatrons," Skywarp cringed. "I don't want to see those sparklings."
"They could take after their carrier," Thundercracker said. "Actually that thought is nearly as terrifying."
"If a sparking showed any Autobot tendencies, Megatron would crush it under his foot," Starscream said. "He's envisioning his dynasty as we speak."
"What do you plan on doing about it?" Thundercracker asked.
"We are going to free the Autobot before Megaton's dreams can come to fruition," Starscream said.
"Really?" Skywarp asked with surprise in his voice. He sat up quickly.
"What's your game, 'Screamer?" Thundercracker asked, suspicious.
"I don't think anyone wants that mech having sparklings," Starscream said.
"We're game," Thundercracker said. "We don't get to have sparklings, neither does Megatron."
"I have a plan," Starscream said. The Trine huddled together as Starscream laid out his plan.
"Optimus," Ratchet stopped Prime before he could enter the brig. "You can't. I know how much you want to, but you can't."
"I'm not leaving Ironhide there," Optimus said. "I'm not waiting weeks or months while we search this planet for Megatron's secret lair. I am going to find out where Megatron is keeping 'Hide and I am going to get him back. Now."
"You can't sink to his level," Ratchet said. "Ironhide wouldn't want you to, and you wouldn't be able to forgive yourself for it."
"The only thing I can't forgive myself for is letting Ironhide get captured," Optimus countered angrily.
"Stop it, Optimus," Ratchet ordered. "Ironhide is your bodyguard. You aren't his. His duty is to guard you. No one ever expected anything like this to happen, but that doesn't change your rolls. Ironhide would never forgive himself if you destroyed yourself trying to rescue him."
"I can't leave him, Ratchet," Optimus said, he hung his head. "I can't abandon him to that."
"You aren't abandoning him," Ratchet said. He placed a hand on Prime's shoulder. "We're scouring the globe for him, and we will find him."
"I can't stand here and do nothing," Optimus said, pain for his friend filled, blinded him.
"No, you can't," Ratchet said. "But right now what you are going to do is come back to my office to refuel. I know you haven't tasted energon since the battle."
Ratchet pulled Optimus away from the brig entrance and steered him towards the medbay. It was only a temporary victory. Optimus would be back to gain the information he needed before long. Ratchet could only hope for the sake of Optimus spark that Prowl uncovered the information first.
Neither mech noticed the shadowy form of Ravage hiding in the shadows. The Casseticon crounched as low as he could. His master was waiting, all he needed to do was free his brother and together they should be able to escape the Ark.
"Retrieve Rumble or silence him permanently," Megatron's orders echoed in Ravage's processor. He silenced the growl in his throat. The latter was an order he would ever obey.
A/N I should be worried about myself.
Because you were so wonderful and reviewed, you get update. The next chapter is not quite done yet. Exam is Friday, and I don't know if I will have access to the internet for the entire month after. We'll see.