Trigger Warning: sexual assault and character death!
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Steeljaw weakly yet fervently struggled to escape his captor's hold. Unfortunately, Thundertron's new servo has a crushing grip on his wrists, and if he moves too much, its razor sharp edges will cut right through.
"I admire your fighting spark, but it's pointless," Thundertron rumbled.
"Like I wouldn't try," Steeljaw huffed. When he took his next step, he put a little too much pressure on his recently damaged leg and faltered.
Instead of stopping and waiting, Thundertron tightened his grip and yanked Steeljaw forward, causing him to stumble even more.
"Quit that! I can't walk properly, you know!"
"Oh, my apologies!" Thundertron replied in a mocking manner.
Suddenly, a smirk crossed his faceplate. Before Steeljaw knew it, he was picked up and carried.
"Hey! I didn't mean it that way!" Steeljaw snapped, attempting to push himself out of the hold, but Thundertron wasn't budging.
"But I can't have you damaging yourself even more than you already have, now can I?"
Thundertron starts to get intimate with Steeljaw, nuzzling him and caressing his frame, digits once again touching him in places only meant for a conjunx. Steeljaw twists and turns in the uncomfortable embrace, trying to make it impossible for the pirate captain to land a direct hit, so to speak. A sharp pain in his side prompts him to cease and desist instantly.
"You're only making this harder on yourself," Thundertron murmured, lips ghosting along the other's neck.
"Shut… up," Steeljaw hissed, a shiver running throughout the entirety of his being.
"Mmm… I think a part of you likes this."
Steeljaw froze.
What? He thinks? No! Absolutely not! What the frag is wrong with him?
The Lupicon felt something grab his chin and pull it forward. He snaps out of his trance just in time to take note of how close Thundertron's faceplate is to his.
Once the shock wears off, Steeljaw doesn't hesitate to retaliate. Before Thundertron can get even closer than he already is, his captive is able to free one of his servos, flexes his claws, and slashes him, just barely missing taking out his optics.
"GAH!"
Thundertron shoved Steeljaw off him as he allowed his servos to assess his injury.
Steeljaw took the opportunity to put as much distance between him and Thundertron as possible, but the universe didn't seem to be on his side right now. Just as he was about to turn, he stumbled into something solid. Steeljaw looked behind and cursed.
I'm blocked by a fragging tree! Of course! Now of all times…
"You ungrateful little mech!"
Digits wrapped around his neck and hoisted him off the ground. Steeljaw raised his claws, about ready to counterattack, when he felt something press against his chassis.
Thundertron's sword, poised and ready to pierce his spark with deadly precision.
Knowing that one wrong move would be the end of him, Steeljaw had no choice but to give in. His frame slackened, and while he would love for his claws to dig into Thundertron, the tree he was being held against will have to do.
"Better."
Steeljaw's keen hearing picked up the sound of sheathing metal, and the pressure against his chassis disappeared. Still, he didn't move, knowing what would happen if he tried anything else at the moment.
"Honestly, you make things way too difficult," Thundertron lightly scolded, leaning closer and reaching out with his free servo to start stroking Steeljaw. The appendage moves from the hip, up the side and neck, along the jawline…
"Open up, my little fragger."
Thundertron hooked a talon under Steeljaw's chin and forced him to look up. He tried to jerk his helm away, but the pressure increased until he could no longer move. His frame stiffened and claws embedded themselves even deeper into the tree.
He felt Thundertron press against him, keeping him as still as possible.
He felt a knee joint press against his undercarriage, making him even more uncomfortable than he already is.
He felt the servo that was holding his neck loosen its grip and glide down to the area humans would call a collar bone.
He felt those lips on his neck, light, airy kisses gradually transforming into aggressive, painful bites that no doubt left behind graphically distinct marks.
He felt Thundertron coming off the lust-filled high.
He felt him get right back into it.
Frames pressed tightly against each other…
Legs entwined…
One pair of servos holding another pair down…
And then the dreaded kiss.
No matter how hard Thundertron tried, Steeljaw was not letting him in. The pirate captain already assaulted him in every other manner…
He would not let him have this.
"Frag, stop making this so difficult!" Thundertron hissed, pulling away from the one-sided kiss for a moment.
"No," Steeljaw hissed back, smirking.
Thundertron growled, but he seemed to be relinquishing his hold. He was tired of dealing with Steeljaw right now, and with his allies still out there, most likely searching for them as they speak.
Well, he'd rather continue their session in the privacy of his ship, anyway.
"Let's go," Thundertron growled. He grabbed his captive's arm and started dragging him along.
"Oh, my apologies, was I putting a damper on your fun?" Steeljaw sneered, pleased to finally get one-over on his tormentor.
He yelped in pain as he was struck across the helm, sending him to his knees. Steeljaw was about to reach up and rub his helm when Thundertron grabbed his arms and, with way more force than necessary, twisted them behind his back.
"Do you not know how to keep that elegant muzzle of yours shut?" Thundertron questioned. Keeping a tight arm lock on Steeljaw, the pirate captain reached around with his free servo and wrapped his digits around the other's muzzle, forcibly keeping it shut.
"Don't make me have to do something to shut you up permanently!"
Steeljaw struggled to wrench his arms and jaws out of Thundertron's grip, but it was of no use.
He was stuck, trapped, no matter what he did.
"THUNDERTRON!"
Both mechs stiffened.
Steeljaw recognized that voice, and when he raised his gaze, he swore he had never been happier in his entire life. Bumblebee, Starscream, Slipstream, Wreck-Gar, Sandstorm, Octane, and Thunderhoof and the other Ex-Cons, plus Thundertron's main crew – Starquest, Brimstone, and Cannonball, all three beaten and cuffed.
He couldn't see, but Steeljaw would bet that whatever Thundertron's expression is, he would very much enjoy it.
"You've crossed us one too many times, Thundertron," Slipstream raised her voice to be heard over the distance. "I am telling you now to release Steeljaw, or else…"
"WHAT?" Thundertron snapped, startling everyone. He grabbed Steeljaw by the back of his neck and lifted him into the air, right in the line of fire if someone was to attack. "Or else what, Slipstream? You're going to shoot?"
Thundertron laughed, tightening his grip. His digits dug into Steeljaw's neck. The Lupicon whimpered in pain as he struggled to get a hold of Thundertron and claw him off.
If this was any other situation, this would be absolutely embarrassing! Especially in front of Thunderhoof and the others.
Speaking of which, said mechs were having slightly different reactions to seeing their former leader so helpless.
Underbite was getting antsy, ready and raring to fight if need be.
Saberhorn was clearly concerned.
Fracture appeared to be a mix of both the Chompazoid and the Insecticon.
Thunderhoof was 10% anxious and 90% angry.
Nobody – outside of relatives, i.e. Phantomjaw – is allowed to torment Steeljaw except for him!
Still, despite the tension, nobody dared to make a move. They couldn't risk it, not with Steeljaw directly in harm's way, and Thundertron was all too well aware of that. He laughed at his victory, grip loosening a little.
"Figured as much. You wouldn't risk harming him. So soft-sparked. Now, if you don't mind releasing my crew, we'll be on our way!"
Bumblebee and the others were far from happy, but even the more trigger-happy members recognize a bad situation that doesn't have much of a way out, but just as Bumblebee and Slipstream are about to uncuff the remaining pirates…
One moment, a beam appears out of nowhere, hitting Thundertron and blowing him back, forcing him to drop Steeljaw…
And the next, the pirate captain is disintegrating into thin air.
The following silence is deafening.
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Eventually, the silence is broken by rustling overgrowth. A strange-looking, red/brown and white mech with hooves and pinkish/red optics steps into the light for all to see. Nobody recognized him… except Steeljaw. He recognized the other mech immediately, but couldn't believe it.
It was him, though, Steeljaw had no doubt in his processor.
The physical traits…
The emitting aura…
The held weapon…
"Didn't think I had to save your aft again so soon, Steel."
That's what sealed the deal.
That is his voice.