Constructicon Creators Chapters 2&3
Rated: T for now
Pairing: Grapplex??, mentions of ConstructiconsxOmega
Disclaimer: Hasbro still refuses to give them up.
Summary: Grapple's horrible day takes a turn for the strange when he's abducted from a battlefield by his creators, who are determined to find him a "real" mech.
This was a story I started last year for the kink meme. Then the bunny died and I sort of forgot about it. Now the thing's come back to life and is nibbling incessently. The first few parts are already on the old meme, I'm simply posting the revised versions here. Once they are all up then I'll post the new stuff.
After moving Grapple back into Scrapper’s room, the Constructicons gathered in the common area once again.
“P-p-poor Grapple. S-such sadness, such sadness there is in him. I-i’m going to melt that s-s-slag heap Autob-bot into s-scrap, I say, s-scrap!” Mixmaster was agitated, wringing his hands together as he contemplated Hoist’s demise.
“Only after ‘Crusher and I get through with ‘im,” Long Haul muttered darkly. “Slag sucking little bastard.”
“Language, Long Haul,” Hook corrected, but for once there was no antagonism in his voice. “How dare that insignificant little bot cheat on our Grapple. Perhaps, Scrapper, you could create a masterpiece from that coward and his little whore.”
“Tempting,” Scrapper agreed, “but I think we have more important things to worry about right now, such as making sure Grapple settles in here. Perhaps...” he trailed off, deep in thought. The others waited for him to elaborate, but when he didn’t they went back to discussing what to do with the traitor who had broke their creation’s spark. Even gentle Scavenger, who liked violence a lot less than the rest of his gestalt mates offered a few creative suggestions.
“Alright, you lot, that’s enough. We can deal with the Autobot later; right now our priorities are helping him fit in here. Convincing Megatron will be easy enough; after all he is a Constructicon. We also need to help him forget that wretched Hoist, and I think I have the perfect plan to do so.” The others quit bickering, intrigued by the look in Scrapper’s optics. Some of his best ideas came into being while he had that look. Eagerly, they discussed what they were going to do.
***
Grapple was on edge. That was nothing new. He had been at the Decepticon base for a week, and was still learning their way of life. Decepticons, as a rule were a lot more violent than Autobots, and much cruder. They were also brutally honest. If someone had a problem, they would confront the other, beat the slag out of them, and then carry on as though nothing had happened. Being punched in the face was akin to saying hello for some of the Cons. Grapple did his best to avoid those ones.
As Scrapper had predicted, Megatron had accepted his presence easily enough, although Grapple was on probation. This meant that he could not leave the Constructicons’ quarters without one of them, or one of Soundwave’s pit spawn accompanying him at all times. He hadn’t been asked for Autobot secrets yet, which was just as well. He didn’t know any. He and Hoist, he flinched at the thought, had kept themselves pretty secluded from the rest. He thought that Scrapper and Hook were the reasons that he was not pestered for information.
Speaking of them, the first day he had been allowed out of the quarters Bonecrusher had announced to the other Decepticons that Grapple was their creation, had been re-wired by the Autobots, and if anybody so much as looked at him wrong they would end up in Hook’s tender care. The fact that perfectionist Hook had been idly twirling a laser scalpel between his fingers, a look of malice on his face, had convinced most of them to back off.
All in all, Grapple had to admit that he liked getting to know his creators. He had been an orphan for so long that even if they were Decepticons, he was glad that he was finally getting the chance to connect with them. He got along well with most of them too. He had first warmed up to Scavenger and Mixmaster, who had been open, excited, and less threatening than the rest, but he was gradually getting to know all of them. It was a shame that Omega had never come forward, but the former Autobot supposed he had his reasons.
The Constructicons had made it clear that they wanted him there, and that they knew what had happened with Hoist, which was why they had chosen to act now. Before, he had been relatively happy. Now, he was a mess, although he was finding it hard to be depressed when surrounded by all these new mechs, trying to learn their code. It didn’t hurt any less, he just thought of it less often.
The whole situation was surreal, but to make matters more complicated he would sometimes catch the others staring at him. Some would leer, some would become disinterested, but the Constructicons would glance at him, then someone else, and begin muttering to each other. The brief bits he overheard did nothing to clear his confusion.
“Perhaps Thundercracker?”
“Good Decepticon, but do we really want his trine to be around...?”
“The flyers are out then, and there is no way I will agree to any of the Stunticons. Or the insecticons.”
“D-d-don’t even j-j-joke about that.” They always cut the conversation when they noticed him watching. Other than that though, life wasn’t too bad. Because it still hurt too much to build, Bonecrusher was teaching him about Demolitions, and Scavenger was always happy to let him tinker with his “treasures” whenever he looked down. He wasn’t happy, but at least he wasn’t bored.
***
The triple changers were bored. That was never a good thing. Boredom meant trying to find a way to alleviate it, which usually ended up with loud interfacing or someone being sent to the med bay. Sometimes both. Today however, they had been warned (read threatened) by Megatron, who had some grand scheme in the works, that if they caused any damage whatsoever they were going to be slowly dismantled. While conscious. And fully aware of every little detail. Thus, they had opted to leave the base in order to try to find something to do. Currently, they had settled down on an abandoned strip of beach and were chatting (gossiping) about the other Decepticons.
“So,” Astrotrain drawled, “would you ‘face with Ramjet?” Octane and Blitzing burst out laughing.
“That psycho? No chance in the pit.” Giggling, Octane asked,
“Starscream?”
“He’s a hot piece of aft, but too whiney for my tastes. Besides, I think Soundwave might kill me.” The other two laughed.
“Got that right Blitzy. Who would you ‘face, given the choice?” Blitzwing thought for a moment.
“You seen that knew Constructicon? Grapple, I believe?”
“Ooo, nice choice, my man. He’s definitely a hot piece of aft. Kinda shy, but those ones are always wild in the berth,” Astro chuckled.
“Yeah, just watch out for his creators though. They’ll kill you if they catch you looking at him the wrong way. They’re rather possessive I hear. That idiot Runamuck went after him the other day. I think he’s been volunteered as the Constructicons’ test subject for the next twelve solarcycles.” Blitzwing and Astrotrain flinched.
“Fool. Well, better him than me.” Standing up, Astrotrain stretched the kinks out of his spinal struts. “Well, we should head back to the base before someone notices we’re gone. Last thing I want is to end up in the medbay when the ‘Structies are all on edge.” The others agreed, and the three mechs transformed and took off.
Hidden behind one of the sand dunes, Long Haul and Scavenger exchanged smirks. They had been on their way back from procuring supplies when they had heard Grapple’s name. This was an interesting possibility, and a possible end to their ongoing debate.
“C’mon, let’s go tell the others.” Transforming, the two construction vehicles headed back to base.
Chapter 3
Blitzwing was nervous. He didn’t know why. He was one of the strongest Decepticons out there, he shouldn’t be afraid. He told himself this over and over as he strode towards he quarters.
‘Oh course,’ he thought, ‘that would be easier to believe if I could see who’s watching me.’ Shortly after returning to the base he had felt the creepy sensation of optics watching him. No matter where he went, the optics followed. Any other day he would have tracked down the spy and beaten him to scrap metal, but with Megatron’s warning clear in his mind he decided the best option would be to retreat to his quarters. He never made it. Out of the shadows a mech appeared, blocking his path. Before he could fully focus on him however, something struck his helm from behind. He hit the ground dazed, but doing his best to hit back. He couldn’t see straight; something in his visual processors had been damaged. The mech behind him got a grip on his arms, pinning him down.
‘He’s a fighter, I like that. It will be good for,”
Another voice cut in. “I agree, I think we’ve got the right one,” a voice muttered, to quiet to tell who it was. The first mech approached slowly, hypodermic needle extended. Blitzwing renewed his struggles, but whoever was behind his had him good. The needle plunged into his made energon line and slowly he slipped offline.
***
Blitzwing groaned. His head was killing him. He moved to cradle his head in his hands but found that he couldn’t move. Startled, he jerked his hands again; only find that they were firmly bound behind his back. The metal encircling his wrists did not give so he gave up on that for the moment. Switching on his optics, he glanced around, and came face to face with Bonecrusher. He was quite proud that he managed to not jerk away from the invasion. Bonecrusher smirked.
“Sleeping beauty awakens. Glad to see. ‘Cause me an’ you, we gotta have a little talk.” Blitzwing, unsure where this was going, was wary. The Constructicons rarely attacked unless they were provoked, and currently there was only one thing that they were concerned about. Realizing this, he relaxed minutely. He had had no contact with Grapple, and made sure that the Constructicons weren’t around when he was gossiping with Octane and Astrotrain. Bonecrusher stayed up in the triplechanger’s face, even as Scrapper began to speak.
“Longhaul and Scavenger overheard a most interesting conversation last cycle. Apparently, you are interested in our little Grapple, are you not?” Blitzwing tensed again. Internally, he debated how to best answer the question.
“Do not lie to us, Blitzwing. Answer with anything less than the truth and I can assure you that you will live to regret it.” The ‘changer shivered minutely. Hook was not a mech to trifle with. The cultured mech could be the most sadistic of the group, given his expertise with a scalpel, and his overprotective nature of his gestalt.
“A-An-swer the qu-question!” Mixmaster demanded.
“And don’t you look away from me when you do. If you do, I’ll snap your neck, kay?” A broken neck wouldn’t kill him, but it would be painful, and the only mechs who could fix it would do nothing of he sort. Despite his nervousness, Blitzwing refused to look like a coward. He did not flinch from the threat, and when he answered, his voice was steady and clear. Looking straight into Bonecrusher’s optics, he said,
“Yes, I am interested.” For a moment no one said anything; then Bonecrusher backed off.
“Oh good,” Scavenger smiled, relieved. “I was worried for a moment, but if you are interested, that makes things so much easier.” Huh? For a moment, the Constructicons ignored him, talking with each other in low voices, while Blitzwing tried to figure out what was going on. Longhaul, surprisingly noticed his confusion first.
“We’ve decided that Grapple needs to get over that Autobot that betrayed him,” Blitzwing was mildly awed at how easily Long Haul made the word Autobot sound like a curse, “and the best way to do that is to hook him up with someone else, that someone else being you. Now, you are going to teach him how Decepticons treat their partners, understand?” There was a subtle threat in that last word, but he paid it no attention. This had just gotten a lot more interesting. Nodding, he asked,
“What’s the catch?”
“No catch,” Scrapper answered. “Just some rules.”
“The first of which is this: You are allowed to ask him to interface once. If he says no, then you will wait for a decacycle before you ask him again. You are not to pressure him or blackmail him into anything. Not if you don’t want to find yourself in my medbay.” Hook’s smile was almost pleasant.
“Next, if we ask you a question, you slagging well better answer honestly and immediately. Or I will be getting a new demolitions partner.” Blitzwing knew what generally happened to Bonecrusher’s “partners”. They generally ended up under Hook’s tender care.
“You will treat him with respect, but you don’t have to be an Autobot about it. We want him to learn what how real mechs treat their partners. However, if you traumatise him, well, I think you can figure it out. Grapple has had enough of that to last a lifetime.” Scavenger said apologetically.
“We have no doubt that you have opportunities to see others. This is fine with us so long as it is okay with our creation. Otherwise, once you have gone out with our little sparklet, you will continue to see no one but him until he is finished with you. If you break his spark, we will break you.” Scrapper’s conversational tone was the scariest one that he had heard since he had awoken. No matter. Grapple had fascinated him from the first moment he’d laid optics on the young mech. That he had been accepted so quickly, even if it was due to the Constructicons’ influence, and was so well protected, piqued his interest even more. And here he was, practically being told that he was to take the little crane and treat him as he would a partner. Pit, he even had permission to interface with him, should the crane be willing.
“We don’t have any more rules right now, but if we come up with some, you better make sure you learn them real quick.”
“K-keep in m-mind, w-we are the ones who h-ave to f-fix you if you s-s-somehow end up b-b-broken.” Blitzwing nodded.
“I understand.”
“Good. Grapple likes to go over the archives in storage bay 1. He’ll be there after evening rations tonight. Don’t worry about the Cassettes; he’s off probation now, so you’ll be alone. Don’t be late.” As Scrapper spoke, he moved behind the larger mech and released the cuffs. “Longhaul will show you the way out.” Standing, Blitzwing followed the mech to the door. As he stepped into the hall, he couldn’t help but smirk. The night promised to be fun.