Pairing: TFA Cyclonus/Rodimus Prime

Rating: Teen

Details/Themes: Unwanted advances, manipulation, paralysis

"Please, I need...Red Alert...I need-urgh m-m-medical!" Rodimus whimpered.

The Cosmic Rust virus had taken away a majority of his functions and his chassis was in shock. The virus turned and toiled across his body like multiple pins being forced inside him from all angles. He could only lie on the berth in the Decepticon medbay useless and barely in tears looking upon the overhanging lights until a shadow crossed over him.

"Unfortunately, Miss Red Alert cannot be here right now, so I am going to be your physician," the bot he knew of as Cyclonus said.

He didn't know much about this bot except he heard he was usually silent and did his job with extreme precision. No one knew where he came from. His voice though was smooth, reeked of manipulation. Rodimus did his best not to show fear in the face of his enemy but it was hard given just how large and imposing the mech was.

"N-Need cure. I can't...feel..."

Cyclonus leaned over him. "Shh, there is no need to be scared. I will take care of everything. I will help you, but are you sure you are not simply making your processor believe you are in pain? It does not look bad to me. You cannot move, no, but that is why I am here...to help you."

Rodimus was quivering on the berth, slightly annoyed by the Con even suggesting he was faking. No one could fake this! He was dying! Couldn't the blowhard see that?

"I-I will believe it when I see it," Rodimus scowled.

He heard the mech chuckle, "Now, now, no attitude. You need me. You are malfunctioning, losing your sense of reality. I will keep you safe and sound, take all your troubles away. Just let me do what I want to do."

He wanted to snap at the Decepticon again but given his predicament was worse off and with no one else to aid him, he had no choice but to let Cyclonus take control. If there was any chance he could at least move again, he would take it. He calmed his features to let Cyclonus know he wasn't going to be hostile any more.

"Good," Cyclonus purred, "now I have something to tell you. You are sick, tormented and weak. Whose fault is that I wonder? The Autobots' of course. Do not speak, and let me tell you why. It was your commander who sent you out here to guard these space bridges leading to you being attacked by us and getting the Cosmic Rust. It was the Autobots who were so confident that led you to think you could take on highly trained Decepticon warriors. And now, here you are. So tell me this, am I really your enemy here?"

Rodimus stared at him, the words slowly being absorbed and as much as he hated to admit when a Decepticon was right, Cyclonus was right. In his mind, it made sense but maybe that was the Rust talking, corrupting his ability to make a proper judgement. Screw it, he was dying and he was angry. At this point, someone was going to be held responsible for his pain.

He twitched when he felt a servo rub the side of his arm. It was comforting but also creepy. Cyclonus was looking directly at him with some type of expression Rodimus couldn't specifically call out. The mech smirked and he could only glare concerned.

"You look so helpless, so meek like this. It is cute really." Slowly, Cyclonus seemed to be barely hovering over him. His lips perfectly aligned with the Con's. "You need me to protect you. I can protect you, you know, from the others, from the Autobots. I will not let anyone hurt you again."

A part of Rodimus really did believe it but he was scared of what Cyclonus wanted in return. He didn't like being cornered, unable to do anything but watch as someone took advantage of him in this horrid state. His optics were swerving left and right trying to make sense of the situation as Cyclonus leaned down.

There was nothing he could do to stop him but his mind accepted it among the various thoughts of betrayal that were planted in his processor that the Autobots set him up, which technically was the most credible explanation for why these things happened to him in the first place.

He could only whimper and shiver as Cyclonus made good on his promise, not that Rodimus had any say in how that promise was fulfilled. Lying on the berth helpless, there wasn't anything to do but let it happen, and he did.

AN: I know Cyclonus doesn't speak in TFA but given the nature of a few of his counterparts, I would assume he is manipulative enough like Megatron to make someone believe something over time by playing against their pains and vices.