Not Fast Enough Chapter 4
Not Fast Enough Chapter 4
Rated: M (eventually)
Pairing: Shockwave/Blurr/Megatron
Disclaimer: Hasbro still refuses to give them up.
Summary: Shockwave, at the last minute decides not to kill Blurr and takes him prisoner instead. After escaping from the Autobots he takes his prisoner back to the Nemesis. Shockwave is not the only one interested in his new pet though. Megatron is enthralled too.
“Welcome Shockwave. It is good to have you back among your comrades, and wearing your true colors once more.”
“Thank you my Liege,” the Decepticon bowed low. He had shifted out of his silver and blue colors, choosing instead to wear his original purple and black that he had forsaken when he accepted his role as a spy. Blurr was still refusing to look at him. He could not bear to look upon the color that represented the death of hope, of dreams and of the Autobot way of life. “It is good to be back.”
“And you have brought a guest with you, have you not?”
“Indeed, Mighty Megatron. I present to you Blurr,” he jerked the small Autobot forward, pushing him to his knees as he did so, “a former intelligence officer who was unfortunate enough to come across one of our transmissions.”
“I see.” Megatron stepped forward, moving to circle the prisoner. Blurr kept his head down as he had been instructed, trying to still the trembles that racked his frame. He was defenceless in front of the most powerful Decepticon in the Universe, with no way of knowing what his fate was going to be. The best he could hope for was a quick and painless death, yet Shockwave had said that he had not brought him here to be killed. What then?
“He is a fine specimen, Shockwave. I had not known that they made Autobots as attractive as this one. You did well in choosing to spare him.”
“Thank you, my Lord.” No. Not happening. This. Was. Not. Happening. The speedster’s processor was frozen, focusing on that one repeating though. He was not going to be a sex slave. Of course, he knew that that was why he had been spared, the kiss in the shuttle had made that quite clear, but somehow, he had not imagined this.
Blurr held still as the Decepticon Leader circled him. Claws trailed over his body sending little shocks up his back strut. He fought back a whimper as those dangerous weapons pressed over his spark. He had to lock his knees to prevent himself from falling.
“Such a pity you must be restrained. Then again, the look suits you.” Megatron didn’t leer, but Blurr still felt those demonic optics devouring his chassis. “You have done well, Shockwave. Despite losing your Autobot cover you have managed to destroy that fool Ultra Magnus and brought us a new recruit."
“I will never join the Decepticons!” Blurr gasped. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Megatron chuckled darkly.
“So you say little mech, but Shockwave can be very persuasive.” A large black hand whipped out, catching Blurr’s small ones. He hoisted the little mech up in the air like he weighed nothing. “Listen carefully, agent Blurr. Shockwave has caught you and therefore you are his prize. You will do nothing without his consent. You will go nowhere without him or an appointed guardian. We will partially remove your cuffs so that you may better serve him, but you will do nothing to put the Decepticon cause in danger. It would be wise to not disobey me.” Blurr nodded, terrified. Megatron sliced his claws downward, severing the cuffs. The Autobot trembled as his hands were cut free. Now, instead of binding them together, the cuffs merely served to keep a lock on his speed.
“Get him settled in Shockwave.”
“As you command, My Liege.” He grasped the tiny mech by the shoulders and escorted him out of the throne room. As soon as they were out of the intimidating presence of Lord Megatron Blurr’s knees gave out and he collapsed. Shockwave simply scooped him up and carried on.
They came to a plain silver door which opened to admit them into Shockwave’s quarters. Blurr was startled. The room could have belonged to any officer back on Cybertron. The decor was simple. There was a berth - two mechs of Shockwave’s size could share it comfortably - a desk with a chair, and a bookshelf filled with a selection of bookfiles.
“You will remain here while I attend to my duties. I will be back for you when they are complete.” Blurr was locked in before he had a chance to fully process the words. When he realized he was alone the first thing he did was search the room for a way out. Finding none, he began to scour for information that could be helpful to the Autobot cause. The datapads on the desk yielded nothing; nor did the bookfiles. The entire search took less than three breems. Sighing, he flopped down onto the berth, looking for something to keep him entertained. He already knew that there was nothing other than the book files. Sighing again, he grabbed the book marked “Volume One”, settled back onto the berth and began reading.
Over a cycle later he was still reading. The book was actually a compilation of essays written about the flaws of the Autobot regime. Many of the essays pre-dated the young mech, and he read them with a horrified fascination. They certainly never showed the cadets these in the academy.
One essay talked about the separation of classes. If one was not at or above a certain credit income they were pushed into the slums - which were never spoken of - or given the most dangerous jobs with wages less than the minimum wage. Another spoke of the discrimination against fliers, who were a military class build. It had been argued that once the Great War was over the fliers, who mostly had been Decepticons, were no longer needed. They were given their own city, which they rarely ventured out of, and when they did the mechs or femmes were treated like drones.
‘If that’s true then it’s no wonder they all joined the cons.’ A pause. ‘But of course it’s not true.’
Blurr didn’t know what to believe. All his life he had been told that the Autobots were good and the Decepticons were scum. These essays couldn’t be right. But Shockwave didn’t seem to be the kind of mech who read fiction. Maybe...
‘No! I am an Autobot! I will not believe these lies! This...this propaganda!' Nevertheless, he continued to read. Slowly, he fell into an uneasy recharge.
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When Shockwave returned to his quarters he was surprised to find Blurr curled up on his berth, in recharge. He had apparently gone into recharge reading about the flaws of his beloved Autobot society. Interesting. If he played this right he might be able to get more than a slave out of the deal.
He crossed the room and pulled the book file from Blurr’s grasp and placed it back on the shelf. He noticed his little mech was not resting easy; his face was troubled and he was letting out the most adorable little whimpers. Shockwave felt his lust flare but he beat it down. He would destroy his new plan before it began by moving too quickly. Instead he slipped onto the cot behind the smaller mech, and pulled him tight against his chassis. The spy was amused to find that Blurr calmed down once he was pressed against Shockwave’s spark. In fact, the little speedster’s spark slowed to match the rhythm of Shockwave’s. It completely relaxed the tiny mech. He filed that away for further study. Cradling the warm body closer, he allowed his systems to drift into recharge.
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Note: I do not know if the flaws listed are real on Cybertron or not. I'm pretty sure I've read about them in fanfiction but not canon (P.S if it was you who came up with the idea of the slums or seekers as war mechs please let me know and I'll credit you in the next chapter). If I offended anyone then I apologize.