Onslaught certainly knew his brothers. He knew exactly what buttons to push to get them to work hard, and what ones kept them in line. He never shared the information with his commanders; doing so would be tantamount to murder. He could not have other mechs, no matter their ranks, using his team's weaknesses against them. That didn't stop him from using them himself.
Swindle didn't like to be alone. He thrived on social interaction. He was happiest when surrounded by a gullible mechs and femmes who he could con. By assigning Swindle to inventory in the bowels of the Nemesis for the foreseeable future – combined with Swindle's religious avoidance of his brothers – Onslaught had effectively isolated his youngest sibling for a great portion of the day. This would have been the most successful punishment he could have given the jeep at any other time. It would have forced Swindle to wallow in his loneliness and realize how much he needed his teammates. Unfortunately, all it did this time was give Swindle's clients easy access to him.
"Hello Swindle," a deep baritone voice purred. Swindle sighed internally, but turned away from his inventory to face the mech with a bright smile.
"Astrotrain! What can I do for you, my good mech?" The triplechanger was leaning against the doorframe, filling it with is bulk. Swindle was smart enough to read into the subtle threat – there was no way out unless Astrotrain allowed it. Pushing away from the door, the larger mech strolled into the room.
"Heard an interesting rumor. Seems you finally put yourself on the market."
"Indeed I did." Swindle said nothing else, waiting to see how this would play out. Astrotrain smirked.
"Glad to hear it. So the going rate's four hundred creds?"
"Depends. If you just want to 'face, then yes. If you want to schedule a time then…"
"Oh no, I think we will do this right here and now." Swindle froze. This storage room was off the beaten path, so to speak, but there were still patrols that came by, and mechs would pop in occasionally for parts. They all had orders not to talk to him, but that didn't mean that they weren't there. Not to mention that his brothers would check in to make sure he was still doing his job. But… he could charge a lot more for a public interface.
"Sure," he smirked, "but it will cost you." Astrotrain frowned.
"What the frag are you talking about?"
"Come now, Astro, think about it. I am currently on a punishment detail. There are several mechs who would report to Megatron and Onslaught that I am… doing pleasure before business, which will get me slagged. So, if you want to 'face right now, then you owe me, oh let's say one thousand credits." The look on the trainformer's face was ugly.
"Not a chance. Five hundred."
"Mmm, no. Nine fifty."
"Six hundred."
"That's almost insulting, Astro. Nine hundred." Astrotrain was getting seriously fragged off. But he wanted the jeep, with his tight little body, and sweet talking mouth. Fine, he'd make one final offer, and the fragger would take it if he knew what was good for him.
"Eight hundred, and you better moan like a whore through the whole thing."
"Make it eight fifty and you've got yourself a deal."
"Fine," Astrotrain snarled. He lunged for the smaller mech, grabbing him and pinning him against the wall. Swindle didn't struggle, though he wanted to. But they had made a deal, and he had to go through with it.
'It's just another transaction,' he reminded himself. 'More credits, which means more energon.' Firming his resolve, the purple and tan mech let himself relax into the triplechanger's hold as the larger mech hiked the jeep's legs up around his waist.
"Moan for me," the gray mech growled as he attacked the smaller Con's neck joint. He singled out the primary cable and licked it gently before biting into it hard enough to draw energon. Swindle jerked, and gave a pained cry as Astro soothed the bite with several swipes of his glossa.
"You sound so good like this," the trainformer growled as he trailed hot kisses across Swindle's vulnerable throat. "You'll look even better with your tight little valve stretched around my spike." Astrotrain dropped one large hand down to fondle Swindle's codpiece.
"Oh please," Swindle moaned breathlessly. "Want you so bad." That large hand squeezed him firmly as the other one wandered across his chassis.
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After a long moment the trainformer released Swindle's legs and pulled out of his valve. He took a moment to admire the obscenely stretched rim as his fluids dripped down to stain black thighs. Pulling out a credit chip he tossed it to the Combaticon.
"Thanks for the frag. Be seeing you around, Swindle." Thoroughly pleased, Astro left the dealer to clean himself up, not caring about the fluids that stained his own frame. Swindle looked down at the chip and told himself it was worth it. He had gotten some pleasure from the act, and more credits. He was one step closer to his goal.
Pulling a cloth from his subspace the jeep wiped himself down closed his codpiece before turning his attention to the bite mark. It took some creativity but he was able to use a combination of putty and polish to smooth most of it over. By the time Onslaught stopped by to check on his progress he was close to finishing the inventory for the day. He waved his brother off distractedly, assuring him he would be finished on time. The youngest of the gestalt didn't notice the way his older brother's optics lingered on the rough patch on his neck. If the truck didn't know any better he would have thought that was a bite mark. But that was impossible. Shaking off the thought he left his brother to his task. Hopefully this would be the last time he had to punish Swindle in such a manner. Hopefully this lesson would sink in.