Nacelle wakes from recharge and looks up at Thundercracker when the blue seeker touches his wing. He checks his chronometer and realizes that it is early in the morning.
"What is it, Thundercracker?" He asks as he sits up in the berth and looks worried at the blue seeker.
"I d-don't f-feel good." Thundercracker whimpers and sits down on the berth to lean into Nacelle for comfort.
This close to him, Nacelle can feel how hot Thundercracker's plating is, and his worry grows. If something serious is wrong with Thundercracker, it can put the sparkling at risk. A sparked carrier's systems are in a fragile balance at the beginning of the carrying period, where the sparkling is little more than an energy signature floating in the middle of the gestational fluid within its carrier's gestation chamber. A simple virus in the wrong systems can cause chaos in the gestation protocols, which can lead to gestational complications or outright cause an abortion.
Under normal circumstances, he would take Thundercracker to a physician specialized in treating sparked carriers, but their situation is not normal, and he doesn't know anything about the Polyhexian Cartel's medical facilities or its physicians.
Even if he did, he has no chance to contact them since all his communication abilities are blocked to prevent him from contacting Prowl.
"I'll find and talk to the necessary people."
He looks up at the sound of Typhoon's low voice and sees the mercenary stand in the doorway to the berthroom. It fills his spark with relief to have the dark blue seeker by his side in this because he is not yet ready to face the frightening world outside their quarters alone. The mere thought of meeting Torment again sends a chill down his spinal strut.
Torment might view them as guests, but the fact that he knows who Nacelle is and keeps him away from his bondmate speaks of evil intent, which never bodes well in a situation like this.
"Thank you." He nods gratefully to the mercenary.
Typhoon quickly leaves their quarters to get help while Thundercracker curls into a ball in Nacelle's lap, and Nacelle caresses the trembling blue wings soothingly.
"It's going to be okay, Thundercracker." He murmurs reassuringly while they wait for Typhoon to return.
Ten minutes pass and nothing happens.
Thundercracker continues to whimper as his temperature noticeably continues to rise, and there is nothing Nacelle can do to ease the blue seeker's pain and discomfort as what only can be a severe virus infection spreads in his systems and causes havoc.
Almost half an hour pass before the door to their quarters finally opens, and he looks up to ask Typhoon why it took so long, but it isn't the dark blue seeker that stands in the doorway to the berthroom.
"I heard you had an emergency."
Relief floods him when he looks into the gentle, worrying optics.
Someone that cares.
He explains their situation to the physician, and they agree to bring Thundercracker to the medical bay for an examination.
Typhoon waits for them out in the corridor, and the dark blue seeker gently lifts Thundercracker into his arms before they follow the physician down the corridor.
"It's been a while since we last had a sparked carrier within these walls, but I promise you that we will take good care of your client. Talon demands the best, and we are well-equipped to handle most issues Thundercracker may experience, but if we can't, then we will bring in aid from the outside."
The mentioning of Talon reminds Nacelle that he hasn't met the true monster yet.
Only his heir.
They are dangerous enemies of his bondmate, and his mind fills with all kinds of sinister plans they might have for him with the sole purpose of hurting Prowl. Thinking of all the unspeakable horrors they will force him to endure while he is their captive brings him on the verge of an emotional breakdown, and he only barely manages to keep himself together.
"Take him in here."
The physician's calm voice momentarily brings him out of his emotional despair and when the double door into the medical bay opens, he is distracted from his inner turmoil at the sight of what looks like a fully-equipped hospital.
He looks at all the highly specialized equipment in view, and his optics fills with tears of relief and gratitude.
When Thundercracker had woken him from recharge, he had feared that they couldn't get the blue seeker the medical treatment he needed, but now he begins to realize what the physician meant with Talon demanding the best.
Fear. Worry. Frustration. Relief. Gratitude.
His spark is an uncontrollable torrent of chaotic feelings, and he suddenly doesn't know how to react.
He is only distantly aware of when Typhoon follows the physician into an examination room. And it is first when another physician addresses him that he is able to pull himself together for a moment to greet what turns out to be the Polyhexian Cartel's chief physician.
Typhoon observes Nacelle with worry.
It is evident that the stress of the whole situation finally has taken its toll on the green and white seeker.
The stoic carrier he has gotten used to seeing is wholly gone, and it speaks volumes about Nacelle's current mental state of mind.
He can only see one solution at the moment but isn't sure how Nacelle will react to it since it will mean allowing him to do what he has longed to do ever since he first saw the green and white seeker.
To touch him intimately.
Thundercracker is in good care, but when Flux asks them to leave, Nacelle refuses to do so, and his distress transfers into Thundercracker, causing the blue seeker to go into a panic.
Seeing the irrational reaction as a clear sign that Nacelle completely has lost his mind due to stress and that he is the only one that can solve the problem, Typhoon forcefully pulls Nacelle against him and looks into the wide, fearful optics.
"Pull yourself together, Nacelle!" He chastises with a disapproving frown while Nacelle struggles futilely against the unyielding grip he has on him. "Nothing bad is going to happen to Thundercracker! Right now, your behavior is stressing him further, and that is not healthy for him or his sparkling!"
The fighting energy leaves Nacelle, and it forces Typhoon to help keep the green and white seeker standing when Nacelle all of a sudden collapses heavily against him. He shifts his vice grip to be supportive in a fluid motion while his processor immediately changes gear as he feels Nacelle lean against his chest.
Their fields have never before been more intermingled and open than they are now, and he nearly drowns in the all-encompassing feel of Nacelle, losing himself to the moment.
This is what he has longed for.
"I can't stop thinking about what they are going to do to me!" Nacelle blurts out in utter despair, his field full of terror and the certainty that Talon and Torment intend to cause him serious harm.
Nacelle's scared utterance brings Typhoon back to the here and now, and he sighs inwardly.
They aren't going to do anything to you.
But he can't tell Nacelle that.
"Do you trust me?" He asks, looking into the frightened optics.
Nacelle nods slowly, his fearful optics focusing on Typhoon as if he is his only lifeline.
It ignites a burning fire within Typhoon to have the intensity of those optics focused so intently on him, and forbidden desires surface and cause a fervent heat to spread in his frame.
"Then listen to me." He murmurs softly as he gently caresses a trembling green and white wing and hides his triumphant smirk at the clear invitation for more when it willingly pushes into his touch, seeking more contact. "Thundercracker is in the most capable hands. No one is going to hurt him. What I am worried about is you. You are not handling this situation well, and I understand the reason for your fear. But it is important that you remain strong and don't show them your fear. Can you do that for me?"
"Help me. I can't do this alone." Nacelle whispers despairingly. He looks imploringly into Typhoon's optics while his hands desperately grip firmly onto dark blue chestplates.
Typhoon stifles a groan of rising lust at Nacelle's desperate plea, feeling his spike insistently demand to be released in response to it.
"Tell me what you need."
Nacelle looks away in hesitancy but then grudgingly accepts what needs to be done.
There is no other way in the current situation.
"You are right." He admits with a sigh, looking up at Typhoon in a moment of clarity. "This behavior is not like me. It seems that I have been so preoccupied with Thundercracker's situation that I have neglected myself in the process. I need your help to reset my stressed systems to regain mental stability."
Typhoon looks searchingly into Nacelle's optics while he fills his own with worry.
"Are you sure?" He asks, knowing that accepting his help in this hasn't been an easy decision for Nacelle.
Nacelle nods firmly, his field full of determination.
"Then let me take care of you." Typhoon offers his hand to Nacelle and puts a gentle, encouraging smile on his lips as he patiently waits for the carrier to take it. The feeling of Nacelle's digits intertwining with his and the open trust the green and white seeker shows him at this very moment almost makes him lose control over his field and the raging lust he is hiding.
With a nod to Flux, who is looking skeptically at him, as if the physician can read his impure intentions, he leads Nacelle out of the medical bay and away from prying optics, not wanting to have any spectators to what he is about to do.
"Where do you want to do it?" He asks as he closes the door to their quarters, his hand hovering over the lock as he debates whether to lock the door or not. He finally decides against it, not wanting to send a wrong signal to Nacelle. The green and white seeker will not take it lightly to be locked in, even in his mentally unstable state, and will immediately know that something is wrong.
He needs the carrier to be docile and susceptible, not on alert.
Nacelle looks around the spacious main room and finally chooses a wall.
"Here."
He walks over to the wall and forces his agitated wings to relax while he rests his arms against it in preparation for the 'cold' overload.
Under normal circumstances, he would solely seek out Prowl to help him in a situation like this, and they would turn it into an interface. But this is not a normal situation, and he wants to keep a distance between himself and the mercenary to not give Typhoon any ideas.
He can sense Typhoon move up behind him, and a small whimper escapes him when the dark blue seeker slowly begins to stimulate his wings without touching his aching wingtips.
"More!" He orders desperately, wanting more than the too gentle stimulation to his wings.
The next moment, he suddenly gets pressed firmly against the wall by Typhoon's massive frame while the sire's spike moves gently yet insistently between his legs and stimulates his closed valve cover.
Soft, sensual lips begin to nibble at his sensitive neck cables, and they elicit a soft moan from him while a surge of pleasure runs down his spinal strut.
"Let me in, Nacelle." Typhoon murmurs into his audial.
The dark blue seeker's field finally reveals the burning lust he has been hiding and Nacelle trembles in response to the feel of it. He tries to voice a protest, wanting Typhoon to stop, but no sound leaves his vocalizer and the stimulation to his neck cables continues mercilessly. His valve cover slides aside without a thought when he no longer can fight the rising arousal within him and finally succumbs to it.
When a thick digit pushes into him to test his readiness, he lets out a desperate unintelligible sound and grinds his aft wantonly against the sire's pelvic plate.
Typhoon bursts into boisterous laughter at the sight of Nacelle's desperate need, and he grabs the green and white seeker's hips and angles himself before he pushes into the valve that is more than ready for him. At the sensation of the spike entering him, Nacelle manages to collect his scattered thoughts long enough to realize what is happening. But before he can say or do anything, Typhoon sheathes himself fully inside him, and the thought is gone in a sea of pleasure and need.
The dark blue seeker's all-encompassing field overwhelms him with calm and protectiveness, and he relaxes and surrenders to it as Typhoon claims him, lulled into a docile state of compliance.
A pleased rumble leaves Typhoon at the feeling of Nacelle's submission, and he groans lustfully at the sensation of the perfectly tight valve clenching around him as he thrusts into it.
"Primus, Nacelle, you feel so wonderful around me. Just like I imagined you would."
He looks down their frames and loses himself in the mesmerizing sight of his spike sinking sinfully into the forbidden valve he has spent the last week fantasizing about, his desire for Nacelle only growing now that he finally is inside him.
When he is confident that Nacelle no longer is in a state to fight him, he moves his hands from the green and white seeker's hips and begins to caress the beautiful wings while he steadily brings Nacelle closer and closer to overload.
This is one of the enjoyable perks in his line of work, and he never hesitates to take what gets offered to him. Especially not when it is something as alluring as Nacelle.
He promised Prowl that he wouldn't hurt Nacelle, and he hasn't. But beyond that, he never promised that he would keep his hands off of the green and white seeker. His only orders have been to keep the two carriers safe, and he will do so until the assignment is over or Torment gives him a counter-order.
He would hate to have to harm the two carriers, he has after all grown fond of them, but if the order comes, he will not hesitate to follow it.
A cruel smirk curls on his lips as he sensually kisses the side of Nacelle's neck, his hips moving rhythmically against the green and white seeker's shapely aft. Nacelle moans wantonly, obediently baring his throat to him, and Typhoon chuckles at the sight of the carrier helplessly lost to the pleasure as he takes him.
Prowl is too trusting of Torment and utterly unaware of how things work in the criminal underworld. If he wanted to keep Nacelle safe, he should have bought Typhoon free from his employment and negotiated the terms of his bondmate's protection. That way no counter-order from Torment can make him change his priority, and he would be obligated to keep his hands off of Nacelle. But then again, Typhoon had never imagined that they would come in a situation where everything has changed as drastically as it has.
According to the plan, Thundercracker and Nacelle should have been retrieved by enforcers from the Joint Investigation Unit, not by members of one of the largest criminal organizations on the planet. But he doesn't complain.
This is all to his benefit, and no one can stop him from taking what he wants.
"So fragging tight!" He groans when he feels that Nacelle is nearing overload, the valve clenching more and more frantically around him.
His hand moves to Nacelle's anterior node, stimulating it rapidly as he increases his pace and slams hard and fast into the carrier until they both are swept away in an intense overload. With a roar, he pushes in deep and spills his transfluid inside Nacelle's gestational chamber with dark satisfaction.
He stays within the valve and lowers his head to Nacelle's shoulder, inhaling the carrier's unique, intoxicating scent.
"How do you feel?" He asks when he finally pulls out.
Nacelle leans his forehead against the wall and stifles a moan when he feels the spike slide out of him, triggering all of his valve's sensors one last time on its way.
It feels like he has woken from a confusing, surreal dream, and his digits dig into the surface of the wall as he tries to regain his composure and awareness of his surroundings.
What happened?
His processor helpfully provides him with the answer to the question when his stressed and misaligned systems respond to the feedback from the overload and begins to reset and realign, making him feel more relaxed and clear-minded than he has been in months.
"Better." He answers with a contemplative frown, his processor analyzing the events leading up to this very moment.
How did it come this far?
Could he have done anything to stop it before it got to this?
The conclusion is a firm 'no'.
As his situation currently is, he had no control over vital factors like access to the air or any other means to help him handle his seriously deteriorating mental state. Thus, he had no chance to stop the progressively worsening impaired judgment his stressed and misaligned systems had led to.
It is extremely rare for him to come in a situation like that, and the condition had made him completely lose his higher thought processes, making him susceptible to manipulation. All he had been able to focus on was how wonderful it had felt to be taken by Typhoon, but his mind had not been right while it happened, and now he has to face the consequences.
What is he going to say to Prowl?
Typhoon is still a dominating presence at his back, and Nacelle shudders when the dark blue seeker's lips continue to touch his plating. A sense of dread fills his spark when he begins to realize that Typhoon has no intention to let it end with one overload. The sire's field is still full of unfulfilled lust.
"No." He whispers in protest, turning around to face Typhoon.
"You are driving me insane, Nacelle."
He pushes at the massive frame that still is trapping him against the wall, but Typhoon doesn't move an inch, and his hands get grabbed in a firm but gentle hold he has no chance of escaping.
"Please. Don't." He pleads, his voice trembling.
His mentally unstable state might have led the sire to believe that he wanted this, but now that his mind is clear, he certainly doesn't want to interface with Typhoon again. The one time was an awful mistake on its own and will have serious consequences.
His lips get claimed in a passionate kiss and he remains passive to not encourage the sire, but to no avail. Typhoon is seemingly too far gone into his lustful haze to realize that he doesn't reciprocate the kiss, and again the sire uses his frame against him, stimulating all the right areas and sending him into another sea of mindless need. His hands slowly move to the tattooed wings and explore their surface curiously while he finally begins to reciprocate the kiss.
Typhoon breaks away from the kiss with a deep groan of pleasure at the stimulation to his wings, the feeling of Nacelle's hands on them driving him insane.
"Yes! Touch me! I have longed to feel your hands on me like this ever since I saw you for the first time!"
His spike is ready again, and he kneels in front of Nacelle to stimulate the carrier's anterior node, his lips ghosting over it and making Nacelle's hands instinctually grip hard onto his wings for support. He stifles a groan of arousal at the painful feedback the grip on his wings sends to his processor and plunges his tongue deep into the lovely valve, tasting himself and Nacelle in the mixed fluids that slowly seep out of it.
Nacelle is utterly helpless to resist the unwanted sexual advance, and it doesn't take long before Typhoon leads him over to the dark blue seeker's berth and coerces him to lie down on it. He moans lustfully and wraps his legs around Typhoon's waist when the sire begins to take him once more, the broad hips moving vigorously between his legs with hard deep thrusts.
He angles his hips and meets the forceful thrusts, forcing Typhoon even deeper into him, and the dark blue seeker's groans grow in volume and fill with even more pleasure. The primal sound of the sire's lust adds to his own, causing his arousal to skyrocket, and his frame moves on instinct to increase their shared pleasure.
Typhoon looks passionately down into Nacelle's unfocused optics when he feels how the carrier begins to move with him to increase his pleasure.
"You are so unbelievably beautiful like this." He says fervently, the ghost of a gentle, affectionate smile on his lips.
Their lips meet in a deep kiss while their movements turn more and more desperate as they near another overload, but suddenly their interface gets interrupted by several hard knocks on the door to their quarters. The door opens the next moment and a frontliner steps into their quarters.
"They are done with Thundercracker's medical check-up and Torment wants to speak with you inside the command center right now, Typhoon." The frontliner says calmly, unaffected by the situation he has intruded on as his gaze shifts from Nacelle to Typhoon as he delivers his messages.
The interruption allows Nacelle time to regain his common sense, and he wriggles free from beneath Typhoon before he rapidly leaves the berth.
"I'll go and see him now."
He closes his valve cover and practically flees the room, his cheeks heating with shame at what he has done. But when he stumbles into the medical bay a few minutes later, he finds out that Thundercracker's medical check-up is far from over, and Flux and the other physicians around Thundercracker look surprised at his arrival.
Confusion fills him as he walks over to Thundercracker to take the blue seeker's hand in comfort.
What is going on?