Three sets of optics watched their target greedily. It wasn't often that they had the chance to interface with outsiders. They were small, and though they were spies, interface partners often thought that their size meant they were easily dominated. When they did want some variety it usually involved blackmail, but even that was risky. If they picked the wrong target they would often find mechs out for energon. For that reason groups like the Seekers, gestalts and the triplechangers were off limits. But now Swindle had put himself on the market, and was apparently doing his damnedest to keep it from his brothers. No one who had fragged him was dumb enough to say anything in front of the Combaticons.

Astrotrain had, of course, bragged to everyone about how tight and wet the small jeep was. He had sat in the rec room , drunk off his aft, and given explicit detail – and Swindle's prices. They knew that they could afford him. They were simply waiting for him to leave the room; they weren't going to approach the Combaticon in public. Luckily, Swindle finished drinking his energon and stood. Tossing the empty cube in the disposer, he left the room. The smaller mechs followed a few moments later. They caught up to him in the hall.

"Swindle. A word?" The Spectro component spoke. Swindle turned, frown quickly vanishing behind his salesmech smile.

"Reflector! What can I do for you?" He occasionally partnered with the group of three for business, but the Combaticon had a feeling they were after something more than just business. Well, he could charge triple the price; he knew that they were individuals, despite not knowing their names. They didn't know that he knew however, so he would have to play this one carefully.

"I would prefer to discuss this transaction in private." Swindle nodded agreeably.

"Of course. When would be a good time?"

"Now. Follow me." The three components turned as one and strode down the hall. Sighing, the purple and tan jeep followed. He didn't know where they were going, and he didn't like it. For a brief, insane moment he thought about comming his brothers to let them know where he would be if something happened, but he immediately dismissed it. He didn't want to get into any more trouble than he was already in with them. Besides, would they even care?

Fortunately, the smaller transformers were only heading to their personal quarters. He had never been on this level before, but he assumed it was safe enough. He let none of his thoughts show on his face, and entered the room when Reflector gestured to do so.

"So," he said, turning to face his clients, "business as usual? Or something else?"

"Something else." The voices in triplicate were kind of creepy. "You know what I want, Swindle."

"Sure I do. Question is, can you afford it?"

"Yes. I assume that there will be additional charges to record the act?" Swindle's energon went cold. No. If there was evidence his brothers might see it. But… his brothers had no reason to deal with Reflector. And he could add clauses to the contract, forbidding them from showing anyone else. Maybe he could make it work. Forcing himself to vent normally, the Combaticon dropped his smile.

"Absolutely. You understand that I have a reputation to keep. Hearsay and gossip don't detract from it; in fact, I've seen a boost in my usual profits on top of the ones I gain from this venture. However, video evidence will slander my name. So on top of the extra fee you will sign an airtight contract agreeing that the film is for your personal use only, or I walk away right now." Reflector paused to think it over, but he could see no flaws in Swindle's reasoning. The jeep was protecting his rep and insuring that they recording couldn't be used as blackmail. Clever mech.

"Agreed. What is your price?"

"Two thousand."

"Outrageous!" The components hissed. Swindle smirked, covering his offense.

"Four hundred per spike and valve, and eight hundred to film it." The Reflector mechs exchanged a glance. For a moment they had been concerned, but Swindle hadn't said four hundred per mech; he had referred to their hardware, so he likely didn't know they were individuals. They would kill anyone who discovered their secret without hesitation. That information would make them vulnerable. They would have to keep an optic on him, however.

:What do you think?: Spectro asked his mates, :worth it?:

:Too expensive,: Spyglass responded. Spectro was inclined to agree. Viewfinder however, was more hesitant.

:What if only one of us interfaces with him, while the other two record? That would drop the price, and with our bond we would still get the full effects anyway.:

Swindle waited patiently while the mechs discussed his price. He really hoped that they all wouldn't want to use his valve. Though they were smaller than he was that many mechs would make him sore. And with his brothers scrutinizing his every move it would be difficult to hide.

'Suppose I should get used to it. After all, I'm sure there are plenty of mechs who will want something more hardcore than just taking turns with my valve.' He shuddered at the thought. Still, with every mech who bought him, he was one step closer to earning forgiveness and never having to whore himself out again.

"I wish to amend the terms. Only the lens component will be involved in the interface. The other components will film."

"So twelve hundred dollars then. Very well, I will draw up the contract and meet you during the off cycle. You know where to go?"

"Yes."

"Great. I will see you tonight."

Brawl was not the smartest mech alive. Not even close, and he knew it. Mechs like Onslaught and Blast Off could do all the deep thinking slag they wanted. Him? He preferred to blow shit up. But even he could tell that something was off with Swindle.

Their sneaky little brother had become even sneakier in the days since his betrayal. He was always gone first thing in the morning, and he snuck in late at night. And during the occasional times Brawl caught a glimpse of him throughout the day the younger mech always looked exhausted. Brawl had tried tailing him a few times, but he was nowhere near as sneaky as the jeep, and Swindle always seemed to be surrounded by mechs. This time it was Reflector, which wasn't all that suspicious. The two were business partners after all. Still, Swindle was beginning to look run down. Maybe he had a virus? Should he mention it to Onslaught? But if he did that and Swindle wasn't sick, the younger mech would get into trouble for doing… whatever it is that he's doing. Brawl was still fragging pissed over Swindle's betrayal, but he didn't do that behind-the-back-mind-game slag. He'd face Swindle one-on-one and duke it out before all was forgiven, but not while his brother looked like that. For now he'd wait. If Swindle didn't get better… well he'd figure something out then.

Swindle checked his chronometer and sighed. Reflector would be arriving momentarily. He had the contract drawn up and ready to be signed. The tan mech was not at all excited about this. Interfacing – fine, whatever. He had almost gotten used to it now. He could fake it well enough. But on camera? He would have to give a stellar performance. He wouldn't want Reflector to look at it later and decide they hadn't gotten their money's worth. And he was trying very hard not to think about the possibility of his brothers seeing it. Primus forbid if Vortex ever got a hold of the footage. Or Onslaught. He really didn't want to have to deal with that.

The door chime drew him from his thoughts. Showtime. Again. He sent the command to open the door.

"Hey Reflector. The contract is ready. So if you'll just sign here we can get started." The lens component strode forward while the other two moved to set up their equipment. Swindle was a little surprised. He had assumed that –seeing as their altmode was a digital camera – they would be doing the recording internally. It made no difference, however. Once the components were satisfied they gestured to their third, who signed the contract.

"So do we seal the deal with a kiss?" Swindle asked with a playfulness he didn't actually feel.

"Yes," came the threefold voice before the lens component pounced, tackling the larger mech to the berth and covering the jeep's lips with his own.

Spurred on by the lust radiating through the bond, Viewfinder aggressively plundered the Combaticon's mouth, glossa stroking and tasting every crevasse. The mech tasted smooth, like pure energon. Craving more, Viewfinder pulled the larger mech's glossa into his mouth, sucking hungrily. Swindle gave a soft moan, which only seemed to encourage the smaller mech.

Spectro purred as he watched his mate dominate the Combaticon. He focused the camera, zooming in on their joined mouths. The kiss was sensual as it was, and was made more arousing by the tiny flashes of glossa peaking through. Spyglass gave an answering groan as he draped himself over his mate's back. His fingers played over the heated plating, but he made sure that he did not interrupt the recording. Frag but Viewfinder was gorgeous! And for a bigger mech, Swindle was pretty cute too.

:You look so delicious, sprawled on top of him like that,: Spyglass purred. :I can't wait to see you ride him.: Pulling away from the kiss, Viewfinder shot his mates a smirk. He'd get to that when he was ready.

Looking down at Swindle, he could see that the mech wasn't all that charged yet. That was fine; it just meant he'd have to work for it. View' shivered in anticipation. He so loved teasing a partner until they were nearly sobbing for release.

The kiss was nice, Swindle supposed. Viewfinder was more dominant than he had expected, but he was perfectly willing to follow his lead. Whatever the customer wants, right? And he knew the Reflector mechs wouldn't hurt him; the spies were sort-of-but-not-really friends. They worked well together on business ventures, and he didn't despise them the way he did most of the army. So there was no harm in letting himself relax and maybe get something other than credits out of this deal. If not, well, it's not like he had high expectations anyway.

Edited for FFN. The rest is at: /works/649562/chapters/1217179

Swindle came back to himself slowly. Despite his body's satiation his mind was in turmoil. This wasn't how he had expected the encounter to go. He didn't want to like being a whore! It was just a job. And it scared him how easily the smaller mech had taken control of him. Reflector hadn't hurt him; someone else might. He had plenty of enemies after all. He would have to find some way to prevent such a total loss of control.

Viewfinder enjoyed the softening spike inside of him for a moment longer before he crawled off of the jeep. Shivering as cool air rushed over his equipment, he closed his codpiece. His mates were also decent and Spec' had packed up the camera. There was only one thing left to take care of.

"Twelve hundred credits, as promised," he said, pushing a chip into Swindle's limp hand. The gestalt said nothing else; they simply gathered their equipment and left the room.

Swindle looked down at the credits in his hand and wondered how he should feel.