Crack in the Pavement
Chapter 23
And now, the beginning of Ark 3.
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 Canadian government laid out the welcome when Skyfire landed in a small, regional airport just over the border from Washington State. Jazz spoke on behalf of Optimus, sparing Hound from having to deal with any politics. They didn't seem upset that Optimus had sent a single scout instead of an entire platoon. Caution, they appreciated Optimus's insistence that Hound perform a recon mission before any attacks were launched. These people were cautious. The differences between the government here that Hound had seen and that of the United States were significant and slightly interesting, even to Hound who was rather oblivious to politics. It was fascinating that two countries so close together and so involved with each other could be so different. Not, that they didn't appear to be rather much the same as well. The politicians were worried about their voters being angry. That was distinctly similar to the American politicians Hound had met.
He knew where he was going; Hound had downloaded a map of the area to his processor. The airport where Skyfire had landed was not so long a drive from the dam. Hound drove until he was within a few kilometres from the dam, then he transformed and continued on foot through the forest. There weren't as many houses this side of the border. According to his maps, Canada was far larger than the US and yet it's population was a mere fraction of the size. Another difference between the neighbouring countries. In this case the difference let Hound through the woods with fewer houses getting in the way of his cover.
Just as Hound got within two kilometres of the dam, he stopped. Something was wrong. The bird calls that had been following him the entire trek had all of a sudden stopped. It was completely silent, not even the wind brushed through the trees. Hound looked up and reached for his gun.
Hound was on his back a second later, his processor struggled to process what had happened. A heavy, very heavy weight pressed down on his abdomen. Servos with sharp digits pinned his arms over his head, and his gun was a few metres away, out of his reach. He looked up and met Skywarp's bright red optics.
"Don't crush him," Thundercracker called. Hound heard the Seeker's peds crushing leaves as he approached his head. "You know how delicate grounders are."
"Delicate?" Hound gasped. Skywarp was heavy but he certainly wasn't crushing him. "I think I take offence to that."
"Fliers weigh much more than grounders," Thundercracker informed him as he knelt next to Hound's head. "It's far too easy to crush them. Let him sit up. He'll be more open to answering our questions if he's comfortable."
"I know how much of my weight a grounder can take," Skywarp assured Thundercracker. Hound arched his head back to see Thundercracker's optics narrow a little at Skywarp. Skywarp cocked his head and crooned softly. "Aw TC you know I have optics only for you."
Thundercracker snorted in response but also smiled at Skywarp. They seemed to share a thought for a moment before they both looked down at Hound with lecherous optics. Hound tensed under their heated gazes.
"Off, 'Warp," Thundercracker said. "He's getting tense."
"No kidding," Hound said even as Skywarp climbed off of him and pulled him up into a sitting position. Skywarp kept hold of Hound's wrists and knelt between Hound's legs. Hound's spark shivered. He was not comfortable having a Seeker this close. Not with the way they were looking at him. Skywarp's optics drank in his discomfort.
"Poor little Autobot," Skywarp chuckled. "But TC's right, isn't he? Won't you be more open to answering our questions if you're comfortable."
"Depends on the question," Hound countered, trying not to show how tense he felt. He could feel the heat of Skywarp's body against his legs and abdominal armour. This was not comfortable at all.
"Who's Ironhide 'facing?" Thundercracker asked bluntly. The bluntness of his tone and the question stunned Hound into silence. When he didn't answer, Thundercracker moved closer behind him and touched his back with sharp digits. The touch wasn't threatening it was almost a caress. "Well?"
"What makes you think he's 'facing anyone?" Hound asked quickly. Wherever this was going, he didn't like it. And he really wished Thundercracker would remove his hand. Any touch from either of these Seekers made him incredibly nervous.
"So there's no other possible sire?" Skywarp asked, he looked over Hound at Thundercracker. Both frowned.
"Possible sire?" Hound furrowed his optic ridge and turned his head to look at Thundercracker and then back at Skywarp. "Your talking about Ironhide's sparkling."
"Obviously," Thundercracker replied. "What other sparkling could could we be talking about?"
"True," Hound replied. He managed to keep his tone neutral. Some secrets were best kept secret.
"Well was he 'facing someone?" Skywarp asked. "Before or after Megatron had him."
"Why do you want to know," Hound asked. "What makes you think there could be two possible sires?"
"Should we tell him?" Skywarp asked Thundercracker. "Looks like Ironhide's keeping it a deep dark secret."
"Might as well," Thundercracker replied. "He probably won't answer our question if we don't answer his."
"That's a promise," Hound said. A dark secret, his fuel tank compressed. He prayed silently that what he thought they were implying wasn't the case.
"What did you think Megatron was doing with Ironhide?" Skywarp asked. Hound's optics widened with horror. Oh Primus.
"What? Oh Primus," Hound babbled with disbelief. "Megatron raped Ironhide? We've all been told that Prime is the sire."
"'Screamer was right then," Thundercracker mused. "And yeah, the entire time he had Prime's bodyguard, Megatron almost never left him."
Hound hung his head and bit his lip as he fought the urge to purge. His faceplates were scrunched up in nausea and horror. Skywarp released his hands and Hound brought them to his mouth. Thundercracker rubbed his back and Skywarp his helm. They crooned at him, soft, comforting sounds.
"We're sorry," Skywarp said. "Probably shouldn't have said anything."
"You, you two are angry that he did it," Hound gasped when he trusted himself to speak. The Seekers went silent. Their silence was an omission. Hound shook his head. "I don't understand why he would..."
"Don't know," Thundercracker said, still rubbing Hound's back. "We aren't privy to Megatron's thoughts. All we know is that he was trying to spark him."
"Oh Primus," Hound murmured. "Poor Ironhide."
Skywarp crooned at Hound again. This time Hound froze. He was basically surrounded by two Seekers who were stroking him and almost cuddling him. Okay, this was not okay. Actually this was weird. Scratch that, this was actually a little frightening. Thundercracker sensed his tension and pet his faceplates with the side of a clawed digit. Seekers, all of them had claws.
"Seekers don't believe in forcing mechs," Thundercracker said in a slightly husky voice. Skywarp's engine revved. It sounded a lot like a purr. Hound cringed. The Seekers stood and pulled Hound up with them. Thundercracker's servo rested on the small of Hound's back. Hound's spark raced and he cringed inwardly.
"You're implying you want to force me," Hound exclaimed, wishing he could back away from the Seekers but Thundercracker was behind him and Skywarp was in front of him. They were touching him.
"No, no," Thundercracker said in that same husky voice. "We don't want to force you..."
"I want to go," Hound announced quickly. His circuits were heating up with fear and embarrassment. And maybe even a hint of arousal.
"Alright, you can go," Thundercracker said, motioning for Skywarp to step away. He placed both his servos on Hound's shoulders and whispered in his audios. "You can run now, little Autobot. We'll catch you again later."
"What?" Hound stammered as he stepped out of Thundercracker's grasp.
"When the sparkling's separated," Thundercracker explained. He smiled beautifully and then sensually at Hound. "We'll catch you again then. To find out the parentage of the sparking. Amongst other things."
Hound didn't stay around to ask why they wanted to know the parentage. He took off in the fasted run he could. The second his feet touched asphalt he transformed and drove as fast as he could back to the airport. Someone else would have to spy on Soundwave; Hound just wanted to be safely away from those Seekers.
"I love it when you tease," Skywarp purred to Thundercracker as he draped his arms around his neck from behind. They watched Hound disappear into thicker tree cover.
"Do you?" Thundercracker asked, he curled his digits over Skywarp's arm. "I'll tease you when we get home. But only after we talk to 'Screamer."
"Such a tease," Skywarp pouted. He wrapped his arms around Thundercracker's waist and they disappeared from the forest.
Hound couldn't afford to be pulled over. If the Seekers were following him, playing with him, they could hurt any police officers that pulled him over for speeding. Though his spark pounded painfully within him and his every instinct told Hound to move as fast as he could, he obeyed the posted speed limit. His sensors never lost focus, especially as they scanned the skies.
He didn't feel even a little safe until he drove into Abbotsford, the border town that held the airport. The Seekers wouldn't try to pluck him from the ground in such a populated area. If they had wanted to catch him again, they already would have. Fliers could cover much more distance, much faster than a grounder. So they weren't playing cat and mouse. Hound felt, maybe, just a little bit better.
His audios still tingled with Thundercracker's breath, and the memory of his words had made made Hound shiver. Skywarp had spent the entire time Thundercracker had been speaking to him watching Hound with heated optics. Hound had no doubt that Skywarp had been thinking very unwholesome thoughts about his person. That thought made Hound shiver even harder. He stumbled over himself as he transformed after being granted access to the hangar where Skyfire and Jazz waited. Jazz reached out his arms as he saw Hound barrelling towards him and he got Hound as he tangled his peds and nearly fell flat on his face.
"Primus, Hound, what happened?" Jazz asked. He could here the loud cycling of Hound's intakes and the erratic revving of his engine. "Did you see something."
"I didn't make it to that dam," Hound exclaimed. He was panting, his engine running unpleasantly hot. Fear had his systems overheating. He was on the verge of locking up. "Thundercracker and Skywarp caught me. They wanted to know about Ironhide's sparkling."
"Why the slag did they want to know about it," Jazz asked. He found himself growing angry. What had those slagging Seekers done to Hound?
"I don't know," Hound replied. His processor cleared as panic and fear faded. "I was too distracted to ask."
"Distracted by what," Jazz asked. Hound may have regained his equilibrium but Jazz kept hold of his arms.
"They were... They were hitting on me," Hound explained. "Mostly Thundercracker but Skywarp was watching and his optics... I know what he was thinking."
"Slagging bastards, did they hurt you?" Jazz demanded an answer as anger bubbled over in his circuits. His optics blazed with anger.
"No," Hound shook his head. "They pet me. Stroked at me. Nothing, nothing really invasive. It's just what Thundercracker said and how they looked at me. Jazz, they let me go. And they told me they were going to catch me again." He hesitated before adding, "They told me what Megatron did."
"Oh slag," Jazz swore. "Hound I'm going to trust you not to breathe a word of that to anyone."
"I understand," Hound nodded. "They wanted to know if the sire could be anyone but Megatron. I told them. I'm sorry if I shouldn't have but I was so caught off guard."
"It's fine," Jazz assured him. "It's no secret here. Sooner or later Megatron was going to get wind of it."
"I don't think they plan on telling Megatron anything," Hound said. "They were mad about it. Rape is against some Seeker belief."
"They told you that?" Jazz asked, raising a corner of his optic ridge.
"More or less, and I accused them of wanting to force me," Hound explained. "Thundercracker said they didn't want to force me. He implied they wanted me willing."
"Well, that's comforting and disconcerting at the same time," Jazz replied.
"I'm sorry Jazz but I am not going back out there," Hound said. "In case they are still waiting..."
"I'm not about to let you back out there," Jazz replied. "Tell Skyfire we're going to head back. Bumblebee can run the recon. I'll send him out when me get to back to the Ark. I need to warn the humans that somethings come up and that we'll be back."
"Okay," Hound nodded and crossed the hangar to Skyfire. Skyfire could see how unsettled he was and immediately transformed. He ordered Hound into his hold.
"Lie down," Skyfire said when Hound stepped into his hold. "Let you systems regulate."
"Thanks, Skyfire," Hound replied. He still felt shaking and saying nothing else, he laid down as Skyfire had ordered.
Jazz found the human representatives and military officials sitting in the far corner of the hangar in a temporary command centre.
"The operative I sent out needs to return to our base," Jazz explained. "I will return with another operative and we will take care of the Decepticons for you."
"I hope your operative wasn't hurt," said one of the representatives, a rail thin, middle aged man, an aid to the premier of the province.
"He'll be alright but he needs to recover at our base," Jazz replied without eluding to what had happened but emphasizing the need for Hound to return to the Ark. "I'll be back with another operative in a few hours."
Jazz deposited Hound off with Mirage and Cliffjumper before he found Optimus and Prowl waiting for him in Prowl's office. Well of course, Prowl had sensed his distress through their bond. Both Prowl and Optimus and Prowl remained seated as Jazz stalked back and forth along the length of Prowl's office, raging at the Seekers.
"Catch one of my mechs," Jazz hissed. "Touch him, toy with him. Tell him things he shouldn't have had to know. Pet him. Pet Hound. Leer at Hound. Interrogate him."
"Perhaps you should calm him," Optimus whispered to Prowl. Prowl shook his helm, slowly.
"I don't think I can," he replied.
"And, and proposition him!" Jazz continued his rant. "Like he was some pleasure bot! Oh, no. No. That is not okay. Two can play at that game."
"Jazz," Prowl said his name as he stood and reached to halt his mate's deranged pacing and rambling. "You need to tell us what you're thinking and make a little more sense."
"We're going to catch one of the Seekers," Jazz explained, tapping his digits together. "Thundercracker, oh yeah, has to be him. We catch him and we can interrogate him and find out just what the Seekers are up to."
"We can find out why they freed Ironhide," Prowl thought out loud. "It's a good plan."
"We'll need to uncover where those two patrol or we'll have to wait for the next battle," Jazz said. "But turnabout is definitely fair play."
End Chapter 23
AN: SO SORRY I forgot to update this for the last couple of weeks. My bad, very sorry!