Hunger, 13
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Title: Hunger, 13
Fandom: TFA
Pairing: none
Rating: pg-13
Words: 802
Includes: mentions of neglect and deprivation, child labor/endangerment, prostitution, noncon/dubcon
Disclaimer: do not own
"We'll have a medic in to check them soon. Our medic." Megatron gave him a strange look. "And you and Hound, of course. Along with the other caretaker, should he ever show up." He pressed a kiss to the top of Optimus's helm. "I'd appreciate if you could sort the sparklings so Hook can look after the ones that need him the most first. I look at them and see," the bot lets out a shuddering vent, "my nightmares. No sparkling should ever be in such a condition. I'm tempted to call in more medics, but I fear that they might treat the sparklings unjustly."
"They would," Kup grumbled, and moved up on the berth, sorting the sparklings. The ones that were still offline, their precious sparks so close to fading were lined up near the edge. He didn't have much hope for them, really. When the little ones got like this, too lethargic to even online when he was fueling them, there wasn't much hope for them. At least they would have a peaceful offlining, and maybe the medic could do something to make it better for them. There were five in that condition, and Kup tucked the edge of the soft mesh up over them, to keep them warm.
The rest were in less critical condition, aware enough to chirp with hunger at him. Kup brushed his fingers over their mouths, and they stopped, their little optics dimming with sorrow. Even so young, they knew when fuel was not available to them. Kup wasn't sure if he could ask for as much as he needed, but maybe a single cube wouldn't go amiss. "You mind if I fuel 'em up?" he asked, holding out a servo to one side, not looking any of them in the optics. He wouldn't make it a challenge, and he wouldn't demand anything that might get him kicked out, the sparklings left to their dubious mercies.
A heavy cube of energon was placed in his servos, and Kup pulled out a smaller cube with a sippy top, the only one he had any longer, and poured some of the energon into it. It was hard to get fuel in the five weakest bots, but he massaged their delicate neck cabling and got them to swallow a few sips each, though it wasn't much. The other sparklings got more, enough to sate their immediate need for fuel, though they were all still too low. At least their little tanks were no longer rumbling with hunger, though they would be soon, without more fuel. Their sparks burned through it so fast, just keeping them warm.
He turned to give some to Optimus, but the little mech was already nibbling on an energon sweet, holding some up to offer to Megatron. Kup hadn't seen any sweets in ages. Megatron shook his helm and pressed the sticky servo against Optimus's mouth, making the sparkling consume all of the treat.
Well, he was startin' to think that at least Optimus would have a safe future ahead of him. A slaggin' good one, if Megatron intended to raise him up as his own sparkling.
"You have not had anything," Reflector observed, standing far too close to him, helm tipped to one side. "You should fuel as well. There is plenty here. The dispenser has no limits, and we could get a thousand cubes if we desired."
And Reflector would expect Kup to service him in payment. He'd done worse for less before. Kup lowered his optics, "Wouldn't say no to a cube." Even if Kup was gonna have to suck the mech's spike until his jaw ached. At least sucking spike didn't hurt that much.
The energon he was given was sweet and clean, pure in a way that he hadn't tasted in decavorns. Kup offlined his optics to enjoy it, and then shared the other half of the cube with the sparklings, making sure they all had a fair share of it. He put the sippy cube away after, grunting softly as it agitated the energy spurs in his subspace.
"Why do you make that sound?" Reflector asked, as Megatron commed his medic, requesting hte bot's presence. "Is your subspace so full that you do not have any room remaining? It is safe here. You could empty it."
Kup hunched his shoulders in a bit defensively. "I'm slaggin' fine. Just old. When you get to be my age, you'll undertsand."
"No. It's not that," Reflector said softly, and then thrust a servo forward, into his subspace. Kup screamed, making the sparklings break into their own shrieks, and fell to his knees as Reflector withdrew one of the energy spurs and dropped it, staring with shock at the floor. "Primus. Why do you have a class-3 torture device in your subspace?"
Title: Hunger, 13
Fandom: TFA
Pairing: none
Rating: pg-13
Words: 802
Includes: mentions of neglect and deprivation, child labor/endangerment, prostitution, noncon/dubcon
Disclaimer: do not own
"We'll have a medic in to check them soon. Our medic." Megatron gave him a strange look. "And you and Hound, of course. Along with the other caretaker, should he ever show up." He pressed a kiss to the top of Optimus's helm. "I'd appreciate if you could sort the sparklings so Hook can look after the ones that need him the most first. I look at them and see," the bot lets out a shuddering vent, "my nightmares. No sparkling should ever be in such a condition. I'm tempted to call in more medics, but I fear that they might treat the sparklings unjustly."
"They would," Kup grumbled, and moved up on the berth, sorting the sparklings. The ones that were still offline, their precious sparks so close to fading were lined up near the edge. He didn't have much hope for them, really. When the little ones got like this, too lethargic to even online when he was fueling them, there wasn't much hope for them. At least they would have a peaceful offlining, and maybe the medic could do something to make it better for them. There were five in that condition, and Kup tucked the edge of the soft mesh up over them, to keep them warm.
The rest were in less critical condition, aware enough to chirp with hunger at him. Kup brushed his fingers over their mouths, and they stopped, their little optics dimming with sorrow. Even so young, they knew when fuel was not available to them. Kup wasn't sure if he could ask for as much as he needed, but maybe a single cube wouldn't go amiss. "You mind if I fuel 'em up?" he asked, holding out a servo to one side, not looking any of them in the optics. He wouldn't make it a challenge, and he wouldn't demand anything that might get him kicked out, the sparklings left to their dubious mercies.
A heavy cube of energon was placed in his servos, and Kup pulled out a smaller cube with a sippy top, the only one he had any longer, and poured some of the energon into it. It was hard to get fuel in the five weakest bots, but he massaged their delicate neck cabling and got them to swallow a few sips each, though it wasn't much. The other sparklings got more, enough to sate their immediate need for fuel, though they were all still too low. At least their little tanks were no longer rumbling with hunger, though they would be soon, without more fuel. Their sparks burned through it so fast, just keeping them warm.
He turned to give some to Optimus, but the little mech was already nibbling on an energon sweet, holding some up to offer to Megatron. Kup hadn't seen any sweets in ages. Megatron shook his helm and pressed the sticky servo against Optimus's mouth, making the sparkling consume all of the treat.
Well, he was startin' to think that at least Optimus would have a safe future ahead of him. A slaggin' good one, if Megatron intended to raise him up as his own sparkling.
"You have not had anything," Reflector observed, standing far too close to him, helm tipped to one side. "You should fuel as well. There is plenty here. The dispenser has no limits, and we could get a thousand cubes if we desired."
And Reflector would expect Kup to service him in payment. He'd done worse for less before. Kup lowered his optics, "Wouldn't say no to a cube." Even if Kup was gonna have to suck the mech's spike until his jaw ached. At least sucking spike didn't hurt that much.
The energon he was given was sweet and clean, pure in a way that he hadn't tasted in decavorns. Kup offlined his optics to enjoy it, and then shared the other half of the cube with the sparklings, making sure they all had a fair share of it. He put the sippy cube away after, grunting softly as it agitated the energy spurs in his subspace.
"Why do you make that sound?" Reflector asked, as Megatron commed his medic, requesting hte bot's presence. "Is your subspace so full that you do not have any room remaining? It is safe here. You could empty it."
Kup hunched his shoulders in a bit defensively. "I'm slaggin' fine. Just old. When you get to be my age, you'll undertsand."
"No. It's not that," Reflector said softly, and then thrust a servo forward, into his subspace. Kup screamed, making the sparklings break into their own shrieks, and fell to his knees as Reflector withdrew one of the energy spurs and dropped it, staring with shock at the floor. "Primus. Why do you have a class-3 torture device in your subspace?"