Crack in the Pavement
Chapter 11
This chapter hasn't been as "beta-ed" as previous ones but I thought you all deserved an update.
Never underestimate the powers of a depraved mind.
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
Optimus rested his faceplates against the top of Ironhide's helm and held him tight. He could feel Ironhide's spark pulsing wildly while Ironhide shook uncontrollably. His engine revved loudly. Coolant threatened to spill from his optics as he swore into Optimus's chassis. Optimus cupped the back of Ironhide's helm, and dimmed his optics. Rage made is processor spin and his vision bleed red. He held Ironhide until, eventually he stopped shaking and looked up at Optimus. His expression was bleak, and filled with shame; he looked down before he started speaking.
"He had me repaired before he did anything," Ironhide said, his voice tight and raw. "I was offline. Only reason I know he had me repaired specifically is because that slagger Starscream came into the room after M...Megatron had whipped me for a bit. Starscream complained about havin' to repair me just to have him damage me some more. He left with Starscream for a while. Somethin' to do with the Coneheads. When he came back he... he faced me."
Ironhide didn't look up as he spoke but he didn't shutter his optics either. If he did, he knew he'd just see Megatron, feel him. He rested his forehead against the rim of Optimus's chassis, between his hands, and stared ahead and fought the urge to purge. He didn't tell them about what Megatron had said about being Prime's favourite, or about his own feelings for Prime. Optimus didn't let go of him but kept hugging Ironhide, reflexively a little tighter when Ironhide spoke of the rape. Optimus looked down at Ironhide with pained optics. Ratchet watched them both with shadowed optics and a scowl on his face.
"He said he'd been watchin' me for a while," Ironhide said. His voice was strained, and barely more than a whisper. "Casseticons. He told me next time he was gonna overload me. And. And he did. Except he also took my implant out and merged out sparks."
Optimus had to fight the urge to pull away. It wasn't that he wanted to get away from Ironhide, rather that he wanted to retch. But he couldn't pull away, not now. He swallowed hard, forcing the energon back down into his digestive system. His spark... Primus there was no greater invasion than forcing a spark merge on an unwilling mech. And it had happened to Ironhide, Pit.
"I couldn't stay awake after that," Ironhide continued. He was trembling again. "But I know he 'faced me again, merged our sparks and everything. Just don't know how many more times."
Ratchet shook with rage. He couldn't see straight. All he wanted to do was find Megatron and tear him apart with his bare servos. He could guess from the damage, Ironhide's punctured, shredded and swollen valve that Megatron had probably raped Ironhide violently, and repeatedly. His ports had been damaged too from too violent port to port interfacing. Ratchet had repaired the damage to Ironhide's spark casing, and he'd feared what that might have meant but it was worse hearing it from Ironhide. So much worse.
Ironhide looked up at Optimus, coolant falling freely from his optics. He was so ashamed and he hid his face again. Optimus looked across the berth to Ratchet, murder in his optics. He forced the blood lust back and looked down at Ironhide with compassion and sympathy. It hurt so badly to see Ironhide in this state. Megatron would pay. Every Decepticon would pay.
"Look at me Ironhide," Optimus said. Ironhide didn't listen. Optimus rubbed the plating between Ironhide's shoulders. "Please."
Reluctantly, Ironhide obeyed. Warmth, and determination looked back at him from Optimus face.
"Don't be ashamed," Optimus said firmly. "Never. What Megatron did to you was not your fault. It doesn't make you any less of a mech or any less Ironhide."
He couldn't hold it back any longer. Ironhide sobbed brokenly against Optimus. Ratchet left them. There was nothing he could do for Ironhide right now better that what Optimus was doing. Optimus held Ironhide as he cried. He cried until he had no coolant left and his optics hurt. Then he trembled and cried without tears until, exhausted he fell back into recharge cradled in Optimus's arms.
Megatron raged at any Decepticon unlucky enough to cross his path. Someone was to blame for their defeat and the added damage to his base. The Constructicons received the worst beatings; Megatron blamed the bases construction for the damage and structural failure. The Command Trine kept their collective distance from him, unless called to the War Room. Starscream stayed in his lab unless he was on patrol or Megatron ordered him to the command deck. Thundercracker and Skywarp kept to their room. Starscream was surprised, alarmed when his whole Trine was ordered to the command deck. Megatron was sitting in his throne, as he moved, the chair wobbled. His gave Starscream a death glare.
"What have you done to my throne?" Megatron demanded.
"Nothing," Starscream replied. He wanted to laugh but thought better of it. "Why would I damage your throne?"
"Because you are a snivelling treacherous worm!" Megatron yelled.
"Damaging your throne doesn't benefit me at all," Starscream replied, a hint of condescension in his voice. "By your logic, I want your throne. Why would I want to make it uncomfortable for myself?"
"You then," Megatron snarled at Thundercracker and Skywarp.
"Why would we want it wobbly?" Skywarp asked. "It's harder to concentrate on interfacing when the chairs wobbly."
Megatron didn't know whether to take that as an omission that the pair had interfaced on his throne or not. He bristled with anger and flew out of his throne. He grabbed the front of Skywarp's chassis for a moment before dropping him. He then glared at Starscream.
"Fix it," he ordered and stormed from the room.
Starscream looked from Thundercracker to Skywarp, and he vented with exasperation.
"Does this mean you've actually 'faced on his throne?" Starscream asked. Regretting the question as soon as he asked it.
"Sure," Skywarp said. "It's hard to get good leverage when it's all wobbly though."
Thundercracker covered his faceplates with his servos, utterly humiliated. Starscream shuttered his optics and shuddered.
"I did not need to know that," he said. "Why in Primus's name do you 'face in his chair?"
"Cause it makes him mad thinking that we might've," Skywarp replied. Thundercracker groaned into his hands.
"Considering our dear leader is going well and truly insane, I'd stop that." Starscream said. "He may not need proof before he decides to slag you."
"Maybe you should take your own advice," Thundercracker said, looking up from his servos.
"Go out on patrol," Starscream ordered, and he crouched next to the chair. "How dare he treat me like a common construction drone."
Deep in the mountain lair, Ravage wriggled his way through a tight air duct. He shoved his way through a grate in the top of the duct and climbed out into a sea of wires; the Casseticon purred as he look for specific group of wires. The Constructicons thought themselves to be organized builders and colour coded the wiring so they always knew what wire belonged to what system. It was a convenient habit for Ravage to exploit. He wasn't exactly certain what cutting the bright green wires would do but he knew they were connected in some way to every door in the lair. Ravage found the wires he was seeking. Rather than cut them cleanly, which may have given away his sabotage, Ravage chewed them as a rodent would, fraying them until some of the wires fell apart.
Satisfied that this should have done something to the doors, Ravage ducked back into the duct and rolled onto his back to try and manoeuvre the vent cover back into place. He and his brothers were having a sort-of-competition to see who's act of sabotage would anger Megatron more. Rumble and Frenzy had been clever in unscrewing the bolts of Megatron's throne and stripping the screws. The chair wobbled whenever Megatron moved in his chair. The Tyrant was certainly having a tizzy over that. Laserbeak had done them one better though, he'd snuck into Megatron's berth room and frayed the wires to the light just above his berth. It flickered now, only that one light. The Casseticons knew that prank had Megatron the most aggravated, the flicker seemed to disturb his concentration.
Ravage hoped that the doors would either be stuck shut or open, or maybe open and shut at random. That would bother everyone in the lair, admittedly but Master had given them indirect permission to wreak havoc and wreak havoc they did.
Upon their return from their patrol, Thundercracker and Skywarp found the base to be in even worse order than when they'd left. Some of the doors within the compound opened and shut as normal, others were stuck half open, open or closed. Every 'Con in the building swore and complained about the doors and threatened the Constructicons with all sort of scary damage if they didn't stop screwing around and fix the base.
The doors acting up wasn't convenient to the Seekers but it wasn't so bad. They used the manual override to manually open their door and shut it again. Skywarp wouldn't have even bothered to shut it but Thundercracker had distinctly more modesty and insisted the door be shut again. Free to enjoy themselves for a few hours before their next patrol, Skywarp pulled Thundercracker to their berth. He sat on the berth and drew Thundercracker onto his lap and slid his hands up his mate's back to caress the sensitive joints of his wings. Thundercracker moaned, his engine revved as his circuits began to heat up; he looked down at his mate with optics glassy with pleasure. Skywarp looked back up at him with reverence in his optics.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Thundercracker asked.
"I worship you, my avatar of Primus," Skywarp replied with a wide smile.
Thundercracker scowled, embarrassed by the proclamation. A smile crept its way onto his faceplates. He couldn't help but also be pleased.
Across the compound, Frenzy alerted Soundwave to the Seeker pair's return. If they only just gotten back from patrol, it should be safe enough to peer into their processors and find out exactly what Starscream was up to. Soundwave reached out his processor to touch first Thundercracker's processor and then Skywarp's. He jerked back violently and covered his optics. No. Not safe.
Laying on the floor by Soundwave's chair, Ravage looked up and smirked at his master's discomfort. Rumble and Frenzy both laughed loudly, and uproariously.
"Return," Soundwave ordered, unhappy that his Casseticons took so much pleasure in his embarrassment.
"No sense of humour," Rumble complained.
"Return, now," Soundwave ordered again. This time his cassettes obeyed. Soundwave considered trying to peer into Starscream's mind but decided instead to bury himself in work to erase the images he had seen in the Seeker pairs minds. If Starscream was in his lab here, Soundwave found he could not touch the SIC's mind. Megatron would do well to remember that Starscream was more clever than he seemed. Soundwave had no intention of reminding him, however. Let Starscream plot their Lord's doom. Soundwave would enjoy it vicariously. Though he wouldn't likely stick around for Starscream's rule. That was not in the least bit appealing an idea.
Ironhide onlined to arms wrapped around him and a spark pulsing slowly against his audio. Somehow he knew he was safe even though the flux that had woken him had been anything but safe. He felt Megatron inside of him. The flux had been so real, so slagging real. Ironhide stayed very still and lost himself in the comfort of Optimus's spark pulse. The feeling of Megatron's touch faded as did the memory of the flux, only then did he online his optics. Still he didn't move. There was something about the flux, a memory he felt he needed to remember. He sat up violently in Optimus arms and shook his head.
"'Hide?" Optimus asked gently. "Are you alright?"
"Starscream," Ironhide said. "I don't know what he did, but he did something. I remember him looking at me, and then dropping me somehow. He was talking to someone and they picked me up. I could barely stay even a little online. The other mech kept calling me 'It'. I think it was Skywarp."
"We didn't rescue you 'Hide," Optimus said. "Someone activated a beacon and left you with it in the desert a few miles from the Ark."
A whining voice, not shrill like Starscream's, but grating. Clawed servos held him up and then nothing. Not offline nothing, but nothing. Then cool air. A beep, a rush of air and nothing again. Red eyes staring at him, another beep and nothing again.
"Skywarp," Ironhide said, anger made his voice sharp. "He dropped me in the desert."
"Do you know why?" Optimus probed gently.
"No," Ironhide said. His optics lit up and then dimmed at another memory. "Megatron wanted to keep me, Optimus. Slagger wanted me to breed his heirs. He wouldn't have let me go like that."
"Then it is probably safe to assume that this was one of Starscream's schemes to thwart Megatron," Optimus said.
"Slag it," Ironhide swore, coolant fell from his optic again. "I owe my life to Starscream? Slag it. Slag it."
That thought was almost as bad as the rape. He felt filthy, marred. The idea that he owed Starscream everything made him feel even worse. Optimus wiped the tears from his faceplates. Ironhide looked up at him with optics still brimming with tears.
"What matters now is that you're home," Optimus said. Ironhide willed himself to believe that that was true.
End Chapter 11