[RL--MR Virus--"Capacitor", Eros, Scorponok, Mikaela, Robin, Gisborne]

[death_chopper]

[Capacitor was suspicious. It was a natural sort of suspicion--he'd regained awareness in a planet completely unlike the home he'd expected, with a strange little drone latched into his recharge and not a single Cybertronian signal besides that anywhere on his sensor net

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[RL -- Blackout/Capacitor & Gisborne]

[for_power]

Guy had arrived in an angry mood, it only seemed to make him more so seeing Robin occupied with a woman and Eros and that queer blonde one looking so distressed. Where was everyone, anyway? Blackout should've been around here-- He hesitated turning the corner, hearing some talking.

"What should we do with him?"

"I don't know, wait the virus out? He'll be back to Blackout in no time."

"I just hope he doesn't... I don't know, do something stupid."

"Like break the door down?"

"Or starve himself or Zeus knows what."

"I just ... don't want him to look like that-- you made sure the door was locked, right?"

"From the inside, only."

"Alright, well, I'll go check on him."

"Alright."

It took a long moment for Guy to process this. Difference? Virus-- Oh! One of those computor things, did that mean Blackout was... Oh. Oh.He moved to follow Scorponok slow-- Eros didn't even seem to take notice of him-- and watched the door he pushed open, then closed again, ducking into the bathroom as he passed again. So he was there, and he was

[for_power]

He hesitated, caught off guard by the question. You should know what your own cock is, man, you've used it against me plenty, that's for sure. He just pumped, wordlessly, kissing the bite almost... lovingly. Yes, that is my mark, and you will have it even after you change and that thrills me.

[death_chopper]

He couldn't think straight, couldn't, his processor had fritzed on him entirely. The freed hand came around, pushing at his shoulder and the side of his face as if trying to urge him away, but the movement was clumsy, uncoordinated, ineffectual. He wasn't even aware he was doing, wasn't aware of how he squirmed, caught between trying to get away and trying to arch into his hand.

[for_power]

He tried to remember every method that had been used against him, the twist of fingers, pressing his thumb up the vein on the underside, and for a moment he fought the urge to go down on him-- He wasn't here to please him, and as much as he liked him squirming for him, he didn't like Blackout enough to see him come willingly.

[death_chopper]

"S-stop," he muttered, almost a moan, and then he did moan, hand pushing again, more insistently. "Don't want, don't kn-know...leave me..." Disjointed, still incapable of thinking straight. Capacitor's head had cleared some, though, just a little; he was beginning to get used to it, maybe? Of course, he wasn't thinking clearly enough to be thinking that way about it, but at least he was able to speak again.

[for_power]

"No," He growled, releasing his hold on him to grab for his wrist again, pinning it as before. he couldn't molest him properly all hands and legs, he had to-- Hn, perhaps if he flipped him.

He shifted suddenly, using the advantage of his weight and position to force Capacitor onto his belly with some effort; he was stronger than he looked, after all and that only served to frustrate Gisborne more. Once he'd succeeded, however, Guy pressed his hand down his back and pushed firm between his shoulder blades, the other working to drag his hips upward and he thrust against his bared ass, erection hard under the leather, free hand dipping beneath again to pump him firmly. There we go, this was better.

{ffff hope you don't mind I took some liberties :x}

[death_chopper]

His attempts to resist the flip were useless, and Capacitor found himself suddenly on his stomach, being forced face-down into the mattress. His protest was rendered unintelligible, but the respite from contact down there had given a moment to collect himself. He thrashed against Gisborne's grip, then again when his hand found him again. "No, no no no," he growled, trying to push back, perhaps knock him off, and only succeeding in rocking back against his hips.

((Not at all~ <3))

[for_power]

Guy gave a low, unrestrained moan, rocking with him, then against him, leaning over his back to nudge up his shirt with his nose and cheek, scraping his teeth over the then exposed spine. His thumb swiped over his head, pressing to the slit as he pushed forward again, "I've waited so long for this."

[death_chopper]

"For what?" he demanded helplessly, turning his face away from the comforter and fixing him with a glare. He shuddered under him, hard, another involuntary moan escaping him; his hips thrust against his hand then rocked back again. "Wh-hat did I ever do to y-you? I've never even met you, have no recollection of wh-who you are--!"

[for_power]

"Not now, but you will and Christ I hope you remember this," it was so malicious it scared even himself, but he meant it and he let all his hate and shame fuel his drive. Hell, even if this did turn out to not be Blackout, he didn't care; it felt good to get this out, to release and dominate and feel purged of all that embarrassment.

[death_chopper]

He turned his face back into the comforter covering the bed, dismayed by the malevolence in his voice. His hands clutched, grasping up handful of fabric, and with a desperate lunge he shoved himself up and back against his hold--had to get away, had to get this hateful thing off him.

[for_power]

He hadn't expected it but attempted to bore his weight back down onto him, trying to keep him down, but it was hard, he was getting fatigued from keeping him in place, "Squirmy little bugger, where would you go anyway? the door is locked."

[death_chopper]

He shook his head, denying that to door was locked or denying the logic of assertion or both, it didn't matter. "Don't care," he muttered, writhing under him, reaching down to try and pull his hand away from that sensitive protrusion--cock, something in his mind supplied unexpectedly, and half-a-dozen other synonyms besides. "Just want you off me, get away from me!"

[P-POTENTIAL, ACTUAL RAPE COMING UP, WARNING]

[for_power]

"No," he barked, hand forced to move to keep Blackout's hands away; he lifted some, though still pressed to him, wanting him to stay down, the now freed hand falling to quickly unwork the lacing of his pants, and he ground his now free arousal against his ass, growling a groan, "I'm going to have you and you can keep fighting and I won't use lubricant or you can sit still while I prepare you," heh, like he had an option. He figured this supposed Blackout might not even know what he was talking about, which was almost... exciting in itself.

[death_chopper]

Capacitor had no idea what that meant, not the slightest clue what he was talking about, but he had no doubt that whatever this organic wanted to do with him, he would not enjoy it. Trying to knock him off wasn't working, so he reversed tactics, trying to drag himself forward and out of his grasp. "Frag off," he snapped. "Leave me alone!"

[for_power]

"You wish," he chuckled, dragging his hand back up his back, grabbing his hips and jerking him back so his ass was once again flush to his hips. Heh, even as a different man entirely, he still has a beautiful ass. Smooth, firm, he squeezed one cheek lewdly before letting his fingers draw between, stroking his opening. There was an incessantly pinging in his head, telling him to lubricate, to prepare but he made a conscious decision not to, pressing forward with a digit, and then two, forcing way past the initial ring of muscles.