Not Fast Enough Chapter 3

Jun 01, 2009 21:55


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.


Shockwave picked up the hammer, turning it over in his grasp. It was a magnificent weapon, powerful and regal. His Lord would be pleased to have such a tool in his arsenal. He traced a talon down the edge of the hammer, scratching a line through its glossy finish. A heady thrill at his victory rushed through him, but he did not allow the emotion to show. The battle was not over yet; he still had to escape. His victory here would be meaningless if he was caught. Luckily, he had a trump card to help him.

Subspacing the weapon, he turned back to his pet, allowing his optic to rove over the Autobot’s struggling form. Up to this point he had been ignoring the small, choked whimpers of his pet. Blurr’s cuffed hands were at his throat, trying to keep the chain from strangling him as he writhed in his bonds. All he had succeeded in accomplishing was pulling the noose tighter around his neck.

“Foolish Autobot. You only bind yourself tighter with your pointless struggles.” The Decepticon brought his talons up to the chain and casually sliced through the metal tying the hammer to his pet. With the pressure gone, Blurr relaxed, sucking large intakes into his frame. Shockwave watched the bot struggle to breathe for a moment, before striding over to him. He pulled the young mech to his pedes, allowing him to catch his balance, before marching him forward. Blurr tried not to look at the shredded form of his leader, but the spy caught his face with his talons, and gently forced him to look at the carnage.

“This is what is left of the great Autobot regime. Your leader was a weak, sentimental fool, one who could not understand that victory requires sacrifice. Soon Lord Megatron will eliminate the rest of the Autobot scum who have stagnated our world, and the Decepticons will rule all.” Blurr trembled, trying to remain strong. Sparks were flying from Magnus’ body, and energon pooled around the old bot. He wasn’t dead, Blurr could still see a sliver of light in his optics, but unless he got help soon he would be. He tried to stay strong, but his faltering voice gave him away.

“Th-the Autobots will n-n-never fall t-to you. They will f-fight wi-th everything they h-have.” Shockwave laughed gently, sounding more like Longarm than a malicious spy.

“They will fight, and they will lose. Now come, we have wasted too much time here. And remember my promise. If you flee, you will regret it.” The singular optic on the Decepticon’s face became two, as the mech shifted back into his Autobot disguise. He wrapped his arm around the smaller bot’s waist, hand tangling in the cuffs to hide them, supporting most of Blurr’s weight as they left the room. Blurr found that the uneven distribution of weight left him with no choice but to limp. It took a moment to understand why, but he eventually realized that if anyone saw them they would assume that Blurr had pulled a cable in his leg again and his superior was escorting him to the Medbay. Blurr had a bad habit of avoiding medics when he was injured.

Voices in the corridor ahead of them alerted them to the presence of others. Longarm tightened his grip in a silent warning to keep quiet. They paused, waiting to see if the femmes would come closer, but the voices faded away. Not before the two mechs heard the tail end of the conversation.

“Go on ahead, I’ll catch up with you. I need to check deliver these reports to Ultra Magnus before the end of my shift. I shouldn’t be too long.”

“Alright Red Alert. We’ll meet you there then. Try not to get distracted by your medbay!”

“Brat.” Pede steps moved towards them, as Red Alert moved towards the command center, and Blurr and Longarm. Shockwave was annoyed. They could have fooled anyone else, but Red Alert was a medic. The Decepticon spy pulled Blurr back down the corridor and turned a corner. They waited in the shadows until the femme had passed, before stepping out into the open. Red Alert was persistent, and would have demanded Blurr come with her to be check out if she had seen them. Worse yet, she was going to check on the old fool. While the mech was sure to have bled out by this point, it would cut into the time he had to escape, more so if Windcharger had recovered by now. He hadn’t, as there were no alarms blaring, telling of his presence. But...that wasn’t a bad idea. The fake Prime moved back out into the open, headed towards a control panel. Accessing the station would allow him to put out an all point bulletin on an unknown intruder. While the alarms rang and chaos raced, he would make good on his escape. Quickly imputing the command codes, he authorized the alert. Moments later a loud blaring voice rang through the base.

“INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! ALL UNITS BEGIN IMMEDIATE LOCK DOWN. REPEAT: INTRUDER ALERT!” Over and over, the message repeated. The corridors began to fill with the remaining mechs and femmes on base racing to their stations. A few of them stopped the spy to ask him for orders, but most went about their duty securing the base. The few who noticed the Intelligence Commander leaving, dragging along one of his, apparently injured, officers along with, assumed that he had other business to attend to dealing with the infiltration, and ignored him in favour of their own orders. It was exactly what Shockwave had hoped for. The Prime left the base with no problems, and disappeared into the city.

He was still close enough to the base to hear the alarms announce the attack on Ultra Magnus. He did not smile, as it was not becoming of his position. He simply tightened his grip on the passive mech in his arms and moved faster.

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Blurr had given up. He hung limply in his captor’s grasp, going over his options. Really, there was nothing he could do. If he fussed and made a scene, Shockwave would make good on his threat. His body was finally beginning to adjust to the slow movements forced on him by the cuffs, but he was still in a little bit of pain. He was not meant to go slow. It would be a while longer before he would be able to move without pain again. And on top of that, he was finally able to process that he had been a tool in the plot to break down Ultra Magnus. And that plot had succeeded. The Autobots would recover, but they were at a disadvantage. They had several Primes, but only one Magnus. They had no leader to unite under. Sentinel was a fool, but it was likely that the mantle of leadership would pass to him. Despair wrapped itself around him once again. Despite this, however, he did his best to hold onto hope. Shockwave was taking him to the Nemesis. He hoped he would be able to get some information about its location, crew numbers, anything that could help the Autobots if he could find a way to transmit it home. They would kill him, but better to die than to be a plaything of the Decepticons.

Shockwave’s private shuttle came into view, ramp already lowered. It was mere kliks before they were settled inside, the imposter at the controls, while Blurr curled in on himself, nestled into the seat next to Shockwave. Moments past that, and they were clear of Cybertron’s atmosphere. The Nemesis’ coordinates were already waiting for them, and Shockwave keyed them into the automatic pilot system while he sent a brief transmission alerting Megatron of their approach. Once that was out of the way, Shockwave turned to the mech curled up beside him. The Autobot was miserable; he could see that easily enough.

“My dear Blurr,” he said, keeping the Longarm persona, “you did very well today. I am very proud of you. You deserve a reward.” He pulled the light Autobot into his lap, tilting his face up to inspect it. He really was a pretty bot. He was young, but not a child, naive and innocent. The blue bot was cocky and very intelligent, but insecure, though he did his best not to show it. He had also been infatuated with his commander from the very first day they had met. He had been drawn to “Longarm’s” quiet caring, and the way he never got irritated at Blurr’s fast speech. In turn, the false Prime had always been attracted to the small bot. He was streamlined to perfection, and his naivety, for someone in intelligence to be so innocent was practically unheard of, was intriguing, but he had never acted on his impulses for fear of blowing his cover. Now, he had no need to hide. And whether the small mech in his lap wanted to admit it or not, there was a degree of want in him too, hidden deep below his fear.

“Let me go,” he twisted feebly, but his protests were halted by “Longarm’s” lips over his mouth. Startled, Blurr gasped, allowing Longarm’s glossa to slip into his mouth and twine with his own. He began to struggle again, but his arms were kept pinned to his chest as the spy plundered his mouth. No matter how much he insisted he didn’t want it, a small part of the Autobot did want to give in. He had wanted this for so long... but the mech he wanted it with didn’t exist. But, it was so easy to pretend otherwise. Maybe, just for a moment... Tentatively, he let his own glossa touch his captor’s, sliding against the smooth metal of the other’s mouth. Longarm responded in kind, tracing every crevasse, sliding slickly against Blurr’s glossa and cheeks, before withdrawing. Blurr moaned softly at the loss.

“You taste delicious,” lips pressed against his audio, murmuring softly before trailing down to latch onto his neck cables. Sharp denta bit down suddenly, before soothing the tender area with licks and kisses. The blue mech arched into the touches, gasping and crying out. It felt so good. One of his arms was released as a hand travelled to press against his lower chest.

Shockwave pulled away, staring down at the Autobot in his lap. The mech’s vents were working hard, and his head was tossed back in abandonment. An energon bruise stained his neck, portraying his mark of ownership to the world. The mech made for an enticing image, and he was sorely tempted to continue with what he had been doing. He had gotten a taste and wanted more, but the teasing sample would have to hold him for now.  It would not do to present his pet to Lord Megatron while he was stilled marred by the accursed red symbol. That would have to be removed immediately, as they would be docking at the Nemesis within the cycle. Unfortunately, that left no time for other, more pleasurable activities.  Unable to resist those parted lips, he dove back in for a brief kiss before shifting out of his disguise. Setting the Autobot back on his seat he stood and moved towards the back of the shuttle.

“Do not move. I will return shortly.” That jolted Blurr out of his haze. He watched in horror as the silver mech walked away, a sick feeling in his tank. He had... he had kissed a Decepticon!

‘And I liked it,’ the young mech though miserably. He couldn’t deny it. It had felt so good to finally be kissing Longarm. But it wasn’t Longarm because he wasn’t real. He had kissed Shockwave. But... that had felt good too.

‘No! It’s sick and wrong! I didn’t like it, I couldn’t have liked it! He killed Ultra Magnus! And I... I, Oh Primus, I betrayed them. My friends, the cause...I could have fought! Why didn’t I fight?’ And in the back of his processor, there was that little voice that he couldn’t drown out, ‘But it felt so good.’

Shockwave returned moments later. His little pet was staring at the view screen, confusion, revulsion, horror and lust battling on his face. Inwardly Shockwave smirked. They were so much easier to bend when they were off balance. Blurr had so much potential, it was a shame the Autobots had got him first. But perhaps over time his loyalties could be altered. And if not, well, Blurr would learn quickly where his loyalties should lie.

He snagged the smaller bot by his cuffs and dragged him back into his lap. Blurr struggled, determined not to fall prey to his fantasies again, and failed to notice the sander held in Shockwave’s talons. Only when it began to buff the paint away from his lower chest did he realize what the Decepticon intended.

“NO! Let me go! Stop it!” He struggled harder, but to no effect. Shockwave continued to erase the symbol of the Autobots. Blurr watched in horror as clouds of red paint drifted to the ground. His last connection to his former life was disappearing before his very optics. He screamed and cried, struggling hard to escape the iron grasp, but nothing he did had any effect. Shockwave continued to work, until the bare grey metal was revealed.

Blurr had fought until he reached exhaustion. It was gone, and Blue paint was swiftly taking its place. It wasn’t the right shade, but he supposed it didn’t matter. He was almost listless as he watched it dry, dreading the purple paint that was sure to follow. His confusion when it didn’t come must have shown on his faceplates, as Shockwave said,

“You are not a Decepticon, and therefore will not be given our mark. Besides, Decepticon symbols are branded on with a hot iron. We do not use paint. We are not so cowardly.” The last remark was scathing, and Blurr couldn’t tell if it was directed at him or Autobots as a whole. Blurr did not answer. He turned away from his captor, still gazing at his chest. He wasn’t an Autobot, wasn’t a Decepticon and wasn’t a neutral. He was nothing now. Everything he used to be...it was all gone. Shockwave had made sure of it.

‘Not everything. You still have your beloved commander with you.’ That insidious little voice was back, but Blurr too angry to try to squash them. He heard the words, and argued back. ‘Longarm does NOT exist. My “beloved commander” is a fake.’ He wondered why those words didn’t quite ring true. It didn’t matter, as at that moment Shockwave said,

“We are on the final approach to the Nemesis and will board in half a breem. Remain seated during the landing procedures.” He turned to face the spy, who continued, “We are going to meet Lord Megatron. Keep your head bowed and optics on the floor as you greet your master. You will not speak unless spoken to. You may look at him in awe, but do not show him fear. He is the greatest Cybertronian alive, be it Autobot or Decepticon, and he despises cowardice. I did not bring you here simply to be killed at the hands of my master. And you will not address him with disrespect or give him attitude. I will be most displeased with you if you mess up in front of him. Understood?” Blurr nodded meekly.

‘Just keep focused. Live long enough to get some good information and get it sent home. Maybe then I can atone for my mistakes.’ Determination settled in alongside his fear, but he knew he could do it. He was second only to Longarm in gathering information, and even the fake Autobot commander was not infallible. He just had to learn the Decepticon’s weakness, and time the transmission right. He could do it. He chanted that mantra over and over in his head as they approached the dark ship.

fic: not fast enough

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