Stupid bugs. All of them were giant cockroaches and they needed to go. Lever passed one of the Insecticons with utter disdain as they crowded the hall with their big size and lack of regard for personal space. He knew they didn't like him either.

"Nasty bottom feeding cretins," he muttered.

As he passed more, he knew to at least keep his opinions mum as the last thing he wanted was a fight aimed at him. He peered back as he passed one...only to bump right into an Insecticon with many scars. Faint gold stripes littered its hide and Lever moved back a little in surprise. He heard a growl as two other Insecticons looked down upon him, but the abnormally colored one only turned his head to the side, sensing the air before turning completely around to face him.

"So, a mere soldier can't be bothered to go around. How typical," he hissed. "Do you know who I am?"

Lever wanted to say "big, tall, and ugly" but had a very bad feeling that this was the last Insecticon he wanted to backtalk. "No, and I'm...sorry."

"Hardshell. I am the leader of the Insecticon hive," Hardshell snarled, the mandibles on his face rattling annoyed.

Lever stared at the unusual appendages though he knew Hardshell couldn't tell that. He wondered what they could do other than make the Insecticon's face look scary. He merely wanted to leave and quickly said, "Well, it was nice meeting you, but I'll be sure not to do that again. See you."

He was almost out of reach when Hardshell grabbed his arm and pulled him almost right into the latter's abdomen which Lever awkwardly backed away from. He didn't ignore the newfound view of the Insecticon he had never taken into consideration. Big and tall, they were, but also very masculine and sturdy. Plating moved with each breath on Hardshell and Lever found himself staring more than he should be. The giant fangs embedded in the jaws hid a very peculiar thin glossa that snaked out when Hardshell opened his mouth for a second. The way it moved had Lever's processor slowly drifting to the functionality of the foreign designs of the body parts Hardshell supported.

"And where do you think you're going?"

Lever had to snap himself out of his delusion fast. "I, uh-uh, I'm on call to Lord Megatron. I need to meet him to give him a status update."

Hardshell was suspicious; Lever knew his lie wasn't landing as the Insecticon gave a low domineering rumble, one that made Lever question what his body was making of it when he felt fluttering in his own abdomen. Were Insecticons as bad as he initially thought? He couldn't say except Hardshell was the first Insecticon he really got a good look at, and he was confused. He broke free and walked backwards, this time out of reach before turning a corner and sprinting down the hall to his barracks. Once he got into his section, he found none of his peers around and sank to the floor.

"Disgusting, vile..." he trailed off not knowing what to call them, especially Hardshell. What made him so different? The radiant dominance the Insecticon gave off was concerning Lever as he had never felt so entranced towards anyone or anything.

Maybe he was overthinking all of them, especially what they could do...what Hardshell could do. Was it prejudice or something he didn't want to admit he was ashamed of? Or was he? So many conflicting thoughts poured into his head and Lever found himself wanting to know if his delusions were fantasy, madness, or reality. Then he remembered the tongue, how it snaked out of such a primal beast. He could only imagine what it could do...to him.

He felt his valve clenching, yearning to get a taste of the delusion and he was nearly willing to give it exactly that, but he refrained with a growl. "That sick monster has possessed me. This isn't right."

The Vehicon sat there for hours drowning himself in useless thoughts in the hopes of making this profound emotion go away, but his valve wanted something. He wanted it, and it was all Hardshell's fault! At his snapping point, he stomped out of the barracks and went to find the Insecticon leader. Screw him; he was going to get an earful if it killed him.

He found the culprit in Megatron's keep where he had once hidden the giant Dark Energon crystal he acquired in space. The Insecticons had made it their temporary home like the invasive bugs they were. Near the platform in the center, Hardshell stood communicating with his brethren, and Lever had the audacity to approach him to his surprise. The rest of the Insecticons grew quiet as they watched the infuriated Vehicon plan on scolding him in front of his own army.

"You! You irredeemable, low-life, soul-sucking abomination!" He expected Hardshell and the hive to grow angry, but the leader stared at him without so much as flinching. He continued regardless, "How dare you and your kind taint this warship's great name! How dare you think you can come in here and-"

Hardshell merely purred, "Do you think it wise to come to me when you reek of desire?"

Lever froze trying to decipher the sudden change of tone. He had a plan in his processor how this was going to go down; this wasn't even close to what he expected. It took him a second but when he finally got it, Hardshell was already dwarfing him with an insectoid rumble. He tried to back away realizing his mistake, but another Insecticon blocked the only way out. When Hardshell's glossa slipped out with a hiss, Lever's internal temperature rose, and he stared a bit more than he should have. At the same time, Hardshell paused and leaned back a little. He thought he did something wrong but seeing the Insecticon leader tilt his head made him realize not only could Hardshell sense his arousal, but he could also sense it spiking. The awkwardness nearly killed Lever as he had no explanation to his miscalculations up to this point.

Hardshell couldn't grin but there was something in his posture that told Lever he was. When the Insecticon's glossa snaked out again and he drew closer, Lever grew flushed as he couldn't take his optics off it. Hardshell gave a sinister laugh as he pushed Lever towards him with his clawed servo and swiped his glossa against the side of Lever's cheek.

"Well, well, the little soldier is all worked up. I think we can fix that."

"D-Don't touch me, you filthy-"

"Filthy?" Hardshell mused, "I appreciate the word more than you know. I'll show you filthy."

Lever didn't anticipate suddenly being thrown onto the spherical platform behind the Insecticon leader and with his legs forced wide open, he shivered as the slimy tongue ran up his enclosed valve covering. Another Insecticon came up behind him with the intent on caressing his chassis but was met with a domineering hiss from their leader.

"Mine," Hardshell growled. "Now, would you really keep me from the nectar I crave. I know you want to share it so badly."

The Vehicon had no words to snap at him with, nothing to fight against. When he felt the glossa stroke his cover once more, he released it finally and was not expecting a full assault on his wet opening. Hardshell dived in at first merely licking what he could, and Lever moaned. He lazily tried to push the Insecticon's head back to give him a chance to adjust but Hardshell was merciless, and that's how he secretly loved it. Then Hardshell used his snake-like glossa to enter him, causing the Vehicon to arch. As it wriggled inside him, the exterior fangs rubbed against the swollen protoform petals. The anterior node was hit, and all hell broke loose.

"P-Please! Ah!"

The Insecticon leader didn't stop, only grew more intense in his motions upon hearing Lever whimper. Lapping up his fill, he rumbled against the delicate valve possessively. The Vehicon shivered feeling the vibrations throughout his body and Hardshell got a better grasp on his thighs to drag him closer to feed upon.

After a minute and Lever nearly on the edge, Hardshell pulled out to lick his fangs with a chuckle, "Begging so soon? I thought it would take more to break a proud warrior of Lord Megatron's glorious army. What changed I wonder?"

Lever attempted to make a snide comment, but it came out more as a defeated tone as he pressed his back against the platform. "What do you...think?"

"I think...you need something even bigger to tame that attitude of yours," growled Hardshell playfully. "But maybe one more feeding won't hurt before then."

He was flipped onto his servos and knees blushing before Hardshell gently pushed his head down to make his aft more presentable. He expected to see Hardshell mount him like a beast, instead the Insecticon leader took to lapping him with the ever-talented glossa he possessed to make him as wet as possible. Lever had a feeling he was going to need all the help he could get from what was to come. Even with his cheek on the platform, he could still partially see Hardshell's handiwork from the angle and that only aroused him further. He moaned and pleaded under his breath as his abused nodes were stroked. The lubricant his body was producing seemed to not satisfy the brute behind him.

Then Hardshell pulled, gulping down the last remnants of his treat before crawling up on the platform to hover over the Vehicon in waiting. Lever knew what was desired, so he opened his legs willing to take what Hardshell was intent on giving.

Hardshell instantly muttered beside his helm as he heard the larger mech's interface panel retract. "And now you're just a filthy whore, as you always wanted, right?"

Lever couldn't even argue in his dazed state. He reached behind to paw at his valve when he felt the tip of the member he feared rub against it. Hearing Hardshell purr like a demon, he became bold and mapped out the spike. Bumps and ridges were plentiful on it, and he wanted to know what they felt like pushing inside him. He almost grabbed it to force it inside out of wanton desperation.

"Eager, aren't we?" Hardshell growled.

"Just get on with it, you degenerate son of a-"

Hardshell pushed in and all Lever's words were lost. The spike tormented his passage, rubbing against every node within and wasn't completely sheathed by the time it hit his gestation chamber. He didn't bother shooing away the slimy glossa that licked the side of his face again with a pleasurable rumble. Then Hardshell thrusted.

The Vehicon's body yearned for more despite a few bouts of pain. It was ignorable for the most part. His valve was stretched to the max and he winced as the Insecticon leader rutted against him, the bigger body of the latter stroking his tires on his shoulders absent-mindedly. He didn't even have to move back to get deeper; Hardshell kept him steady and used him like a toy. All he could do was claw at the platform he was stuck on.

He realized in the midst of their rut that the other Insecticons were watching. Against the light of the platform, he couldn't see anything but the dim lights of the Nemesis and their red visors, but it occurred to him that he was being dominated in front of the whole hive. He couldn't hide his noises even among the hive as they all watched with mixed reactions. He didn't know what they were doing; he didn't know what they wanted to do to him after their leader was finished.

Lever grunted, slamming back when Hardshell pulled half his spike out which earned him a deep-throated laugh from the latter. "So foolish to doubt the Insecticon strength before but now you'd do anything for a taste of our power."

Hardshell used a claw to caress his neck and chin, forcing him to look up into the scarred face as he was thrusted back into repeatedly. When Hardshell released his load, Lever groaned as it spilled within seconds from the overrun valve. He collapsed, panting on the platform as Hardshell snarled pleasantly in his victory. He winced when the thick spike was removed, only to come face to face with his superior when the leader went around to look at him.

"Oh, don't give up yet. As a hive, I am obligated to give my legion the same courteous care and gift of pleasantries as I had. It's just what we do. You think of us as vile monsters, but you don't want to leave, do you? Well, fret not. They want to play too."

As Hardshell stepped back, Lever could see the other Insecticons closest to them hissing as one went behind him and two others kneeled on the platform. They weren't as nice about their intentions as Hardshell proved as the one behind him immediately lined up with their spike at the ready. The two in his view held their own spikes at the ready next to the mouthless faceplate he had. He was flipped once more onto his back, leaving his arms now available to service them. As he gasped when he was entered again to Hardshell's amusement on the side, the other two growled, awaiting his first move.

Lever could say his folly became hell for him but as his valve was thrust against over the course of hours by various Insecticons eagerly waiting their turn, he began not to care. The spikes he paid attention to the most he handled with utmost gratitude as his processor gave up on seeing the disgusting intentions behind his predicament. But he was, after all, the one who started it. Now, he knew it was never going to end...and he was just fine with that.

AN: It was coming, some of you knew it. Hardshell couldn't wait for a taste. I'll do Skyquake's next, I promise!