TF: No Limits
Rating: NC-17
Series: G1
Pairings: Vortex/Ratchet
Summary: Captured by the Decepticons, Ratchet experiences to Vortex’s… unique talents.
Warnings: Dark, torture, non-con
Disclaimer: As per usual, the good things in life are not mine to have, but belong to someone else... in this case Hasbro, Takara and IDW and anyone else I’ve forgotten…
Authors Notes: For the tf_rare_pairing June Challenge prompt - Limitless. Thanks to ultharkitty, aniay, and boreal_forest who encouraged me in this. I’ll have to make it up to Ratchet at some point!
Feedback makes friends. Flames dealt with by the masters of paranoia and fire, Red Alert and Inferno.
“Now, don’t hold back.” Vortex grinned behind his battlemask, twirling the laser scalpel idly in his fingers. “I want to hear every scream.”
“Frag you.” Ratchet managed to spit out, tugging against the bonds that held him to the table.
“Oh no, that’ll happen later, and it’ll be me doing the fragging.” Vortex smirked, dragging his fingers across Ratchet’s frame. Ratchet shuddered at the far too intimate gesture from the ‘copter. “And don’t think you can work your way free of these. Not even Megatron could get free of these bonds.” Ratchet actually stopped struggling at that, not wanting to know how Vortex knew that, and what Megatron would have been doing on Vortex’s table. Vortex pretended to check to see how secure the bonds were, bending close to Ratchet.
“Scream for me.” He murmured, plunging the laser scalpel into Ratchet’s wrist. And Ratchet screamed, the blade severing energon lines and sending pain ricocheting across his sensor net.
“Delightful!” Vortex laughed, pulling away and leaving the blade embedded in Ratchet’s wrist. “You’re a medic, you know how many ways I can disable a mech without deactivating them? It’s just about limitless, and I think we’re going to try a few… Oooh!” Vortex paused, a wicked gleam flashing across his visor. “You’re a medic... I get to see how true the rumors are about your hands…” Ratchet tensed, hands curling into fists, pain flashing through his circuits as the movement caused the still active laser scalpel to move.
“Don’t…” He half-begged, half-warned. Vortex ignored him, clambering up on the table and straddling him. Ratchet tried to move, but the combination of the straps holding him to the table and Vortex’s weight meant he could barely move. Certainly not enough to dislodge the Combaticon.
“You can’t stop me.” Vortex taunted, fingers running over Ratchet’s armor, searching for the medical port panel. A sharp intake from Ratchet told Vortex when he’d found the right panel. Prying up the edges of the panel, he relished the grunt of pain Ratchet couldn’t help but release.
Peeling the panel off and tossing it to one side, Vortex traced the port with one finger. Ratchet clenched his fists, ignoring the pain from the scalpel still buried in his wrist and focussing instead on the burning hatred for Vortex and what he was doing. Vortex opened his own panel, pulling out a cable and brushing Ratchet’s port with it.
“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this…” Vortex slid back his mask, giving Ratchet a grin and slammed the connector home. Ratchet cried out, arching against the intrusion, but there was little he could do to stop it. Vortex ruthlessly tore through his systems, disabling circuits and flicking switches until he withdrew. But not completely. He lingered on the peripherals of Ratchet’s systems, able to feel everything. His grin widened at the pain running through Ratchet’s systems from the laser scalpel.
“So much pain, medic.” Vortex cooed. “How much do you think you could take?” Ratchet didn’t answer, but Vortex didn’t mind. Being in Ratchet’s systems gave Vortex an immediate response on whatever he did. A gentle swipe down Ratchet’s windscreen did very little expect cause the medic unease. Flicking the end of the laser scalpel sent a hot burst of pain across Ratchet’s systems. He let his fingers trail down to Ratchet’s hand, feeling Ratchet tense as he drew closer.
“Don’t think you can stop me.” Vortex reminded him, forcibly uncurling Ratchet’s fingers. Unable to do anything to stop him, Ratchet was forced to watch as Vortex stroked across his palm, the smirk on his face widening as he realised that it sent pleasure shooting through Ratchet’s systems.
“Oh they are sensitive, aren’t they?” He purred, increasing the pressure. Ratchet’s systems responded accordingly, and his engine revved, prompting a delighted laugh from Vortex.
“Looks like I’m not the only one enjoying this then.”
“Frag off.” Ratchet spat at him, offlining his optics so he wouldn’t have to see Vortex’s face. Jacked into Ratchet’s systems as he was, Vortex didn’t particularly mind. This was much better than simply seeing the response, now he could actually feel it! And it was certainly more fun this way.
Vortex sent a couple of small packets of data through the link, to gauge Ratchet’s response. He wasn’t disappointed. Ratchet’s optics flickered on in shock and he stared at Vortex.
“You can’t…” He trailed off, knowing that there was little he could do to stop Vortex.
“Oh, I can. And I will.” Another grin that prompted Ratchet to offline his optics. Which was a mistake, because all his sensors focussed on Vortex’s weight on his frame, and his actions; the simple glide of fingertips across his palm, the scrape against the joints on his fingers.
Then, the fingers left his hand. The straps holding his arm down to the table were undone, and he couldn’t help but online his optics again, hoping against hope that he was being rescued.
No such luck. Vortex lifted his arm, keeping a firm grip on it, to his mouth, glossa flicking out to lap at the digits. Despite himself, Ratchet let out a moan, pleasure flooding his systems at such a simple action. Above him, Vortex groaned and sent energy flooding through the link.
It happened far quicker than Vortex would have liked, and not quickly enough for Ratchet, but they overloaded. Ratchet overloaded first, having nowhere to shunt the energy that Vortex was sending across the link; it built up until his systems shorted out, overloading and shutting down. He screamed in pain, Vortex screamed in pleasure as he felt everything that Ratchet did; the pain and pleasure of too much energy, the pleasure as the systems tripped into overload.
When Ratchet onlined his optics, Vortex was nowhere to be seen. The laser scalpel was still buried in his wrist, and still active, but the pain sensors in that area had long since burnt out.
“And sleeping beauty awakens.” Vortex’s voice sounded from across the other side of the room. Ratchet automatically turned to look, regretting it when he saw what Vortex had in his hands.
“Ready for another round, medic?”