Chapter Three
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Title: Of Minibots And Monsters
Rating: ... kinda high, actually. Not even counting porn.
Summary: Sometimes saving someone is worth it. Shockwave knows this very well.
Notes: There is abuse, mentions of rape, and lots of other things in this story. It is kinda triggery. Just... use caution, okay?
Shockwave's spark aches, and he instinctively clutches at the minibot, before relaxing his claws enough to let the bot move if he wishes to move. This was his minibot, and while he would love to share him with Megatron, he knows that is not what Megatron intends to do. He will never see his lovely Sweetspark again, and-
The minibot hastily crawls over into Megatron's servos, curling up against the Decepticons chest.
Megatron looks down at the tiny bot cuddled against him, small frame compact and adorable. He's always thought Autobots were so small because they needed to be carried everywhere. He's not very fond of that in a lover, and is almost constantly disappointed that Shockwave seems to worship the easily broken bots. At least Lugnut has Strika, who could take down anyone who looks at her funny.
He looks at Shockwave, straight in his spies single red optic, and raises an optic ridge, "Go to your quarters. I expect a report to be written up by the time I visit you later. On the mission and on your acquisition of ..." his mouth quirks into a very small smile, "Sweetspark."
He can feel the terror Shockwave is giving off, looking nervously from him to the minibot, "Y-yes, My Lord." His loyal bot reaches into his subspace, and hands him a Autobot sized datapad, "And here is my ownership pad for my little bot. I know you will want to see that, my Lord Megatron."
He puts it in his own subspace, "Very well, Shockwave. Go to your quarters."
The bot gives the minibot one last, longing look, and then turns and slowly skulks off to his room like the great hulking creeper of a bot that he is.
Megatron turns his attention to the damaged minibot in his arms, and clucks his glossa, "You haven't even been here a megacycle and you already cause strife with my General."
The minibot clings to him, his smooth, cultured voice unusually flat, "I apologize, my Lord Megatron. I did not intend to cause you unhappiness. General Shockwave-"
He stops the minibot by placing a finger in his mouth, muffling the bots words. "I do not seek your apologies, little bot. But you must be silent. Little Autobots should be seen and not heard." Perhaps he could convince the medic to mute the bots vocal processor. "Unless you have something useful to say." He had to admit that the bots voice was pleasant, even if the lack of emotion was displeasing. "Come. You need to visit the medic, and we will discuss your situation there." He shifts the minibot to his other arm, and turns the datapad on.
He flips through it as he walks, and it is fairly standard prositbot buying practices. Even if the reason the bot is one is stated a bit oddly. He frowns when he gets to where the name is, looking down at the minibot.
"Tell me your proper designation, little bot."
The mech gives him a blank look, and even the cultured tones are gone in the answer, "Whorebot number eleven."
He does not approve. "You sound like a sparkless pleasure drone when you speak like that. I will not have you do that again."
The minibot gives him a confused look, glancing from him to the finger he had used to silence the bot before. The minibot says cautiously, "Yes, my Lord Megatron."
Thinking about it, he does quite like the tiny Autobot calling him his Lord. The bot knows his proper place, and is a good example to all other Autobots. He may just let Shockwave keep him on that reason alone. ... Well, no he won't. Shockwave disobeyed a direct order, and he's not going to let it go unpunished. Even if, technically, this could be counted as a punishment already.
Megatron gently pets the bots crests, enjoying the shape of them under his fingers. "Until your true name is uncovered, I suppose we can use the other designation you offered me, Sweetspark."
The minibot is silent, and he takes the opportunity to study the datapad more closely, carrying the bot towards the medical bay. The list of activities the bot has been subjected to, along with the list of suggested prices that his new owner charge for such activities is both extensive and disgusting, and Megatron deletes it. Shockwave must not have had a chance to study the pad himself yet, or he would have never allowed the list to remain there.
The scents of new rubber and oil waft up, and Megatron lifts the bot a bit to examine his frame.
New parts. Shockwave was never the best at repairing things, and it's painfully obvious which parts are brand new, and which are older. Frankly, Megatron is surprised the little bot is still online.
He touches the wheels, spinning them gently under his finger, "Did Shockwave really pay as much as it said he did, Sweetspark?"
The minibots spark is pulsing frantically against him, soft terror evident even as his voice is flat and emotionless, "Yes, my Lord Megatron."
The price was insane, and he can't imagine buying a bot for that price. Well, he can't imagine going to a brothel. He's not one for paying for 'facing. No matter how tempting the bot. "I saw a very large amount subtracted from your original debt about a two vorns ago. It didn't list what that was about. Want to enlighten me, little bot?"
All he gets in response is a tiny choked sob, and the bot struggling to keep from curling up into a tiny ball.
He isn't willing to get into that now. Maybe if he grows to like Shockwave's little pet, he will. But now? Not happening.
"My Lord Megatron, are you well?" the medic drops the tools he was sharpening onto the tray to rush over. "How," his optics trail down to the minibot, and he says rather stupidly, ". . . you have a minibot."
Megatron nods slowly, placing the bot on the medical berth. "Yes. I do. And you will be repairing all of his damage and running a full set of scans on him. If Scalpel is around, you should have him come up as well. I am certain he would know more about working on such small bots." Megatron rubs the minibots shoulder, and Sweetspark dims his visor, laying still on the table, more obedient than most Decepticons were for him.
Megatron likes that, though he generally prefers a bit of fight in his partners.
The medic takes off, presumably to get Scalpel, and he looks down at the minibot. "What do you think of Shockwave?" he asks more out of wanting conversation than actual curiosity. He's going to let Shockwave keep the bot even if Sweetspark hates everyone. His spy paid enough, and it will likely keep him away from any other minibots and stupid decisions.
Sweetspark pauses to think, "He is much nicer than I ever thought he would be."
That is not surprising. "Shockwave will not damage a minibot." He sits down on the medical berth, there's plenty of room for both him and the minibot. "I have seen him go out of his way to leave your model type undamaged."
"He was very kind to me." Sweetspark reaches up and touches his audio nubs. "He replaced these on his ship. He even bought me new tires. He wouldn't buy the ones that pop easily." He looks up at Megatron, almost fearless, "Will you be offlining me?" His servo covers his blacked out mark. "I was an Autobot before I became this. I would gladly remove what is left of this mark for you. They would not let me."
They wanted him to remember that he had taken their oaths. Megatron brushes a fingertip over the mark, pushing Sweetspark's servos away. He can feel the fluttering pulse of the spark beneath the chestplates, and he can see a bit of it through the damaged plates. "No. I think you will keep it for now. Perhaps we will paint it cheerful and red, and you will be allowed to paint a slash through it." And assure that other Autobots saw it. That they saw this sweet bots rejection of them.
If he survived long enough, perhaps Megatron would brand him.
The bot lays back down, visor dimming, "If that is what you wish, Lord Megatron."
He rubs the bots faceplates, looking down at the visor carefully, "How badly damaged were your optics, little bot?"
The light flickers back on, "I could not see in my entire right side, and the left was dim. I could only tell it was Shockwave because I was informed before he came up. The single red optic was not a good indicator, because I had had clients with that before."
He frowns, not liking the idea of possibly having his Decepticons going to a brothel just to beat a minibot. He did not like the fact that they actually had a price for the popping of tires. It makes his tank churn. His main experience with tires is on a seekers landing gear which is never used. He's only been able to convince Starscream to let him touch his wheels once, and the bot had freaked out part way through him licking them.
He'd ended up with claw gouges across his face that had required medical treatment, and a seeker who had taken off for parts unknown for a full vorn before sulking his way back into Megatron's arms. It had deterred him from ever trying to play with that sensitive gear again.
"Are you still in pain?" The bot did not appear to be, but if he had been suffering for decavorns, he would have become accustomed to it.
Nodding, the little minibot seems to withdraw in on himself a bit, pulling his legs up a bit, "Yes. My spark aches. My sparkchamber hurts. But it is nothing serious. I have suffered worse spark pain before."
Megatron narrows his optics and reaches down to push the damaged sparkplates open. The minibot gasps, and then falls silent, and Megatron curses internally. The bots spark is mottled with patches of dark blue and purple, and several of his cables have clamps on the ends to keep them from healing properly, leaving wires exposed.
He is tempted to remove the clamps, but really isn't sure if he's supposed to or not. If he damages the mech worse than before, he doesn't want to have to deal with an entire cable bay replacement just because he should have left the clamps alone. But they look painful, and the idea of any bot with them, especially one he's looking at, is distinctly unpleasant. He dislikes that the minibot had worse pain before this.
He's stopped from his cautious indecision by Medic Razor returning with Scalpel. The Doctor skitters up the berth, looking highly irritated, "You vanted me to fix a minibot, Lord Megatron? Vhy?"
He does like how tiny his little sciencebot is, he can fit the bot on a single finger, and still be as fierce as his highly trained soldiers. He twitches a fingertip on Scalpels antennae, and smiles at the soft clicking he gets in response. He continues petting the Doctor as he speaks, "Shockwave brought him. I imagine the minibot will keep him from harassing you."
"Oh, ja," the little bot says dreamily, rubbing himself in an utterly shameless manner against Megatron's servo. "Zat is more zan enough reason to vork on him." The bot climbs up onto Sweetsparks chest, and makes a distressed noise, "Vhat haz been done to zis sparkchamber? Oh," the bot trails off into creative curses in other languages, ones that he'd picked up from the organics he sometimes experimented on. "Zis is just terrible. You poor little bot," Scalpel rubs tiny claws on the edge of Sweetsparks sparkchamber. "I vill fix you right up so zat you can be a good berzvarmer for zat giant pervbot."
Megatron vaguely wonders if he should just leave. Staying will only distress Scalpel and the medic into possibly making mistakes, but leaving may distress Sweetspark. Well, thinking about it that way, it is very easy to choose, actually.
He stands up, petting Scapel softly on the back, and rubbing one of Razors headfins for good measure, "I will be waiting for you to finish. I want a full rundown of what was wrong when you are done, and I expect the best work from you both."
He starts to head out when Sweetspark murmurs, "Shockwave bought a lot of repair items and replacement parts, if you need those."
He pauses at the doorway, "If they need the parts, a bot will be sent to gather them from Shockwave. Do not worry, little bot."
"Thank you, my Lord Megatron," the bot says, his tone much warmer now, almost affectionate. "If there is any way for me to repay this kindness, please let me know."
There is such sultry promise in that tone that Megatron almost considers taking the bot to his berth and having him thank him with his glossa, but . . .
The bot is not a seeker, and has little appeal. He may feel the occasional spark pulse, looking at him, but little else. There is nothing that makes him want to throw the bot down and ravish him the way that the sight of seeker wings makes him want to rub sparks. "I will keep it in mind, Sweetspark. Now be silent and let the medics work on you."
The bots visor dims, and he takes that as assent. He steps out of the room, and sits down to study various datapads.
When the door opens, Scalpel skitters out and onto his shoulder, chittering softly, "Ve have finished ze fixing, Lord Megatron. Vould you like to see him?"
He doesn't really care, but he will be the one carrying the minibot back to Shockwave. He stands up, rubbing a finger along the tiny bot's frame, "I think that would be for the best, Doctor." He knows the little mech has fantasies of him rubbing his tiny spark on him, but he has no real interest in the bot himself. He may try the bot out at some point, but that's not likely to be any time soon. "Are his cables undamaged now?"
Scalpel nods, "Ja, ja. Zey are all pristine und in vorking order. I am sure zat Shockvave vill do modifications later on, but he is in perfect original onlining order." A tiny pause, "Aside from ze psychological damage zat comes from being used like how he vas, zat is."
He's not surprised, but that's not his problem. "Shockwave will just have to deal with it."
"Zen he vill be fine." Scalpel gently rubs against Megatron's servo, pressing a tiny, adorable kiss to his fingertip. "Zere vere many viruses in his system, but zey vould not have done any damage to Shockvave. His firevalls are too strong, and he does not ever 'face viz zem down. Ze viruses are gone now, und ve have fixed a bit of his coding, vhich vas dampening his emotional protocols. Likely to keep him from fighting. Shockvave likes his minibots viz a bit of spirit in zem."
Megatron wouldn't know. He had always cut off Shockwave's diatribes on the perfection of the minibot frame, utterly uninterested in hearing his Generals twisted desires. Not when there was a shiny seeker aft nearby, and Starscream was moving his hips in so slinky a manner that it had to be an intentional tease.
He walks in, and the minibot is shined to perfection, oddly enough. Razor must have taken the fact that he wanted the bot fixed to mean clean as well. He doesn't mind, it will just make this seem like more of a reward for Shockwave. He moves Scalpel on the berth, tapping the mech softly on the head, "You both did very well. You may return to what you were doing before I interrupted you."
He picks up the recharging minibot, and walks out of the medical bay. Sweetspark blinks online slowly, then looks at him in utter shock, moving a very tiny bit, as if to test his motion. "Thank you, Lord Megatron."
"I would caution you to move slowly with Shockwave," Megatron warned him. "Your spark may be feeling no pain now, but as soon as the salve they undoubtedly rubbed on it burns off, you will ache again." He doubts Shockwave will interface such an obviously damaged spark, but he is a minibot fancier, and his spark-Megatron shudders, thinking about it, wondering why he can't spend his time thinking of hotter things, like Starscreams aft-would have been unsatisfied for a very long time.
Sweetspark turns his head and kisses Megatron's palm. "I will serve your General to the best of my ability, my Lord. You never need to fear Autobot treachery." He dims his visor and looks away shyly, "It may be forward of me, but I believe I will, some sol, ask for your brand."
He hums softly, "Well, I would rather you wear your proper symbol for now." He'll deal with insane minibots some other time. He really does wonder where his seeker got off to. I would be nice if he's waiting on his berth like a proper second in command, but it is most likely he's hiding down in the labs building things.
Sweetspark nods, rubbing his tiny face against his servo, "Will I be allowed to cross it out, my Lord Megatron?"
He nods, "If that's what you want, you are allowed to. Shockwave can help you choose what color to use." Really, Starscream needs to stop spending so much time with Oil Slick and Scalpel, and spend more of it with him. His pretty seeker laid out on his lap for everyone to see.
Megatron knew that there was no other bot that could make Starscream overload the way he made the seeker overload. No other who knew how to touch his wings just right to have the bot screaming with pleasure, spark crackling loudly, sending out arcs of blue energy. His constant treachery was hiding something, and it infuriated Megatron that he could not discover what that hidden secret was, no matter how many times he attempted to extort it or hack it out of the seeker.
His spark pulsed eagerly, thinking of Starscream helpless under him, sparkplates open and his beautiful spark laid bare. "You are lucky that we are so close to Shockwave's quarters. I am certain he misses you."
Sweetspark gives him a confused look, moving to put tiny servos on his chestplates, "My Lord? Is there something I should be doi-"
He puts his finger in the bots mouth to silence him, he's not letting the minibot ask to lick his spark. He wants to go to his seeker and grind sparks until they're both sated. He loves how Starscream looks afterwards, dim opticked and loose limbs spread out in the prettiest way.
After he deals with Shockwave, he's going to be going straight to Starscream.
He opens the door to Shockwave's room, and steps in. His general is sitting at the desk, looking over a datapad. Walking over to his spy, he sets the minibot right in front of him, so they are face to face. "Well, Shockwave, you are allowed to keep him."
"My liege?" Shockwave pulls the minibot onto his lap, claws tracing over his frame, studying every bit of him. Megatron gives his General a severe look.
"Do not make me come to regret giving him to you, Shockwave. You are responsible for him now. Any errors he makes are your errors. Any trouble he gets himself into will result in your punishment. Should he betray us, you will offline him immediately. Do you understand?"
Shockwave ducks his head, optic going dim with something-Megatron finds it nigh on impossible to read the bot-and he purrs, "Yes, my liege. I understand. I will not disappoint you. You need never fear for that."
Megatron nods, and turns to leave, rubbing his sparkplates absently as he pulls up a list of his seekers favorite hiding places.
Shockwave calls out from behind him, "Starscream is currently in the storage closet on level 14, attempting to locate a batch of crystals. He should be easy to catch."
He pauses, smiling at that, "Very good, Shockwave," and walks out the door.
Shockwave has never been so happy. He just got his minibot back, and Megatron is happy that he knew where the traitorous seeker was. Granted, his leader was happy about that for a different reason than hunting the bot down to pay for such terrible thoughts, but he'll take what he can get.
When the door closes, he waits a moment before pressing a kiss to Sweetsparks lips, glossa flicking out questioningly. When the minibot opens for him, he pushes his little bot flat on the desk, and kisses him until the little mech is panting under him. Rubbing his claws along his tiny frame, Shockwave's engine purrs. "Well, Sweetspark, are you feeling better?"
Are you feeling good enough to interface is what he means, but his Sweetspark understands it, and his pretty, fixed sparkplates slide open and Shockwave reaches in and-
Stops.
The spark. . . his minibots beautiful spark is damaged. It's pulsing with desire, yes, but it's . . there are dark blue and purple patches, and all of the cables in the cable bay are shiny and new. Shockwave gives the spark a gentle caress, listening to the bots engine rev without any knocking at all. "I think we will wait on this, precious." He leans in, and rubs the bots helmet, all along the seams where he knows access ports are hidden. "I believe I will find your real name first. Would you like that?"
It's not fair to make a bot ask to be hacked, but Shockwave likes having that sort of control over his little lovers. Sweetspark ducks his head down, "I . . yes, General Shockwave. If you wish access to my processor, you may have it."
He kisses his minibot, glossa flicking in before retreating. "Just Shockwave, Sweetspark." He picks his bot up, carrying him to the berth, "I do not want you to call me by my title when we are going to be so very familiar."
His little bot looks down, visor dim, "Yes, Shockwave."
He smiles, letting his hacking cables sneak out from his claws, and connecting to the access ports. "Is your protoform in working order?" He kind of wants to touch and caress his tiny bot as he's even tinier. Maybe lick on exposed wires and touch him all over.
Sweetspark looks a tiny bit uncomfortable, "I... I guess? I am in much better repair than I have been in vorns."
Maybe he'll work up to protoform. He isn't sure he'd be able to stop himself from just using his tiny spark if he's exposed like that. "We'll have to see that later." Maybe he'll focus on the delicious audio nubbins. Those will be nice to tease and touch.
He eases himself into the bots processor, aware of the fact that his little minibot has been hacked before, and rather crudely too. His own hacking is entirely different. It's a smooth insertion of himself into the bots coding, easing through the nearly nonexistant firewalls-the only one in place is one that Scalpel has clearly just placed there as a way to tease him. Shockwave absently fixes code as he dives deeper, repairing things that were broken.
When he's deep enough, he sends a shallow code encouragement to make the minibot relax, and then begins to pick apart his coding. He finds the bit naming him whorebot and deletes it, and then pulls up the base registry code that lists his minibots identity. It's scarred, ripped up and broken, but Shockwave has worked with worse before, and he has it nice and tidy with little effort.
Sedan.
His minibot's designation, given to him by his creators, is Sedan.
Smoothing out the code, he gently replaces the naming, and pulls out of his little bots processor. When he's done, he rubs his claws lovingly along Sedans half-recharging face. "Hello, Sedan. Are you feeling a little more certain of who you are now?"
He knows that putting it back means that it will resurface all sorts of memories that were once scarred over with a false identity, and his little bot needs to recover. He waits for an entire breem until his minibots visor flickers fully to life. Sedan sits up, blinking at him in surprise, "It is... really nice to have memories of my creators not calling me whorebot."
He kisses the little bot softly, "I'm glad, precious. Would you like a cube of energon?"
"Yes." Sedan folds himself into a more graceful sitting position, displaying every bit of culture that Shockwave had heard in his voice in the way he holds himself. "I would greatly appreciate energon. I am quite grateful for what you have done for me. You did not need to do any of this, and yet, you did." He dims his visor. "I know what you want from me. I will not fight you. If you are as gentle as you have been in every other act, I suspect you will have me very eager for it."
Shockwave pets his little crests. "In time, my minibot. Not yet. Not when your spark is so badly damaged. I want you to feel nothing but pure bliss when I take you."
He extends his arm, getting two cubes of energon, one of normal, and one of high-grade. Sedan looks as he does so, and tilts his adorable little head. "I have never seen a bot able to do that. Is it because of your modifications?"
He nods his head, putting the cubes between them. "Yes, I'm modified quite heavily to make myself more useful to Lord Megatron." His minibot looks at his chestplates questioningly, and he chuckles as he shakes his head. "No. Lord Megatron is only interested in seekers. And more specifically, Starscream. I have no chance of joining him in the berth."
Sedan looks down at the energon, trying to figure out if theres a polite way to reach past the high-grade set in front of him. "Would you like to be in his berth?"
He sighs softly, nodding as he moves the cubes so the less potent one is in front of his little bot. "I would, but that does not mean he ever will, sweetspark. I would not be surprised if he wants to bond to the seeker, but it is not my place to judge." He kisses Sedans nose, "Fuel up, precious. You need to be fully fueled to heal."
The minibot sips at the energon slowly, and then blinks, reaching down to rub his tank. "Did . . . did the medicbots replace my tank as well?" His little servos feel around his chest, and it looks so much like fondling himself that Shockwave can't help his rev of desire. "It doesn't hurt to fuel up anymore."
Pain while fueling meant a heavily scarred tank. A tank that had been ravaged by disease or by improper fuel. "What sort of energon were they serving you?" he asks, his tone only mildly interested, to keep the bot from worrying about answering honestly.
Sedan shrugs, a graceful shift of his shoulders that emphasizes the shiny paint on his shoulder guards. "Usually whatever they had available. Most sols, it was drone energon, but if I was lucky, they would mix a bit of normal energon in with it."
That had nothing to do with luck and everything to do with the fact that those sadists must have known that fueling exclusively on drone energon-which was not energon at all, merely a synthetic substance that bore a passing resemblance to it-would cause a bot to go permanently offline from internal fuel line leaking.
He reaches over, and rubs his little bots helmet crests, "You will never have that happen to you again, sweetspark."
Sedan sips on the energon, making tiny pleased sounds, "If you wish to fuel me on drone energon, that is y-"
He presses his claw against his bots mouth, "No. I will never want to fuel you on drone energon. You will be fueling on what I have given you or better. You have no need to worry about that." He pulls his little bot into his lap, "In fact, you should be drinking the highgrade I got you."
The minibot rejects the highgrade. "I have not had that in decavorns. It would not sit well in my tank, and I will end up offline from it before I have filled my tank even halfway." He turns in Shockwave's arms, and smiles up at him. "You know, when I was a sparkling, I was raised to fear your name."
Shockwave is not surprised. There are several rather brutal rumors about what he does to minibots. He still doesn't know where the rumor that he hacks them until they offline miserable, glitched permanent offlines came from, because Shockwave would never offline a minibot through a hack.
Even treacherous Autobot minibots that need to be offlined for Megatron are given the most painless, quick offlines that he can give them. He does not draw it out, or give them hope of escape and then offline them. They are offlined swiftly, and then he cradles their frames until the heat is gone and they are completely grey, and he sends a notice to their family, if they have any.
Then again, perhaps that is why. He does believe that a minibots family deserves to know that they have been offlined, even if they were offlined in the middle of nowhere, without any witnesses, or their frame had been destroyed past recognition.
The poor things.
He presses a kiss to his little bots lips, "I will do my best to show you that I do not deserve that fear."
Sedan wraps his tiny arms around the back of his neck, tugging him down into a firmer kiss. "You already have. Any other bot that bought me was planning on offlining me or using me until I offlined." Tiny minibot servos press against his chamber, "Open for me? I want to thank you."
He does so instantly, making his little bot chuckle softly and move so he's no longer sitting down. His minibot gives him a dim visored look, and slowly starts to open his own chamber. His own optic widens in shock, and he snaps shut. "No, Sedan." He moves his servo, closing the minibots plates with his claws, "You need to heal."
The little bot makes a small irritated sound, "I want you to use my spark."
"And I would like nothing more than to use your spark, precious," Shockwave tips the minibots face up and brushes a kiss over his mouth, glossa sneaking out for a quick taste. "But your spark is injured, and I will not take advantage of you when our interfacing will only worsen your condition." He dims his optic, "If you like, you may lick my spark to overload."
The bot lowers his optics, "I . . do not want to feel a spark on my glossa right now."
Oh, Shockwave didn't like that one bit. "And why not?"
Sedan looks reluctant, but manages to force out, "Because-you-fed-me-one."
He gives his little bot a blank look, "A little slower, sweetspark. I can't know what the problem is if I don't know what you're saying."
His minibot moves away, sounding hurt as he says, "Because you fed me one."
Is that all? Well, that really isn't a problem, and is, in fact, just something you need to get over. Granted, new recruits that do it take a while to get over it, but he's not letting his minibot, who didn't even purge, wait a stellar cycle or more to lick a spark. However, it is not something you force on the very solar cycle you had it done.
"Then you won't have to lick my spark, Sedan." He tugs his little mech back into his lap, kissing him softly, "Finish your energon, and we can go into recharge."
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Title: Of Minibots And Monsters
Rating: ... kinda high, actually. Not even counting porn.
Summary: Sometimes saving someone is worth it. Shockwave knows this very well.
Notes: There is abuse, mentions of rape, and lots of other things in this story. It is kinda triggery. Just... use caution, okay?
Shockwave's spark aches, and he instinctively clutches at the minibot, before relaxing his claws enough to let the bot move if he wishes to move. This was his minibot, and while he would love to share him with Megatron, he knows that is not what Megatron intends to do. He will never see his lovely Sweetspark again, and-
The minibot hastily crawls over into Megatron's servos, curling up against the Decepticons chest.
Megatron looks down at the tiny bot cuddled against him, small frame compact and adorable. He's always thought Autobots were so small because they needed to be carried everywhere. He's not very fond of that in a lover, and is almost constantly disappointed that Shockwave seems to worship the easily broken bots. At least Lugnut has Strika, who could take down anyone who looks at her funny.
He looks at Shockwave, straight in his spies single red optic, and raises an optic ridge, "Go to your quarters. I expect a report to be written up by the time I visit you later. On the mission and on your acquisition of ..." his mouth quirks into a very small smile, "Sweetspark."
He can feel the terror Shockwave is giving off, looking nervously from him to the minibot, "Y-yes, My Lord." His loyal bot reaches into his subspace, and hands him a Autobot sized datapad, "And here is my ownership pad for my little bot. I know you will want to see that, my Lord Megatron."
He puts it in his own subspace, "Very well, Shockwave. Go to your quarters."
The bot gives the minibot one last, longing look, and then turns and slowly skulks off to his room like the great hulking creeper of a bot that he is.
Megatron turns his attention to the damaged minibot in his arms, and clucks his glossa, "You haven't even been here a megacycle and you already cause strife with my General."
The minibot clings to him, his smooth, cultured voice unusually flat, "I apologize, my Lord Megatron. I did not intend to cause you unhappiness. General Shockwave-"
He stops the minibot by placing a finger in his mouth, muffling the bots words. "I do not seek your apologies, little bot. But you must be silent. Little Autobots should be seen and not heard." Perhaps he could convince the medic to mute the bots vocal processor. "Unless you have something useful to say." He had to admit that the bots voice was pleasant, even if the lack of emotion was displeasing. "Come. You need to visit the medic, and we will discuss your situation there." He shifts the minibot to his other arm, and turns the datapad on.
He flips through it as he walks, and it is fairly standard prositbot buying practices. Even if the reason the bot is one is stated a bit oddly. He frowns when he gets to where the name is, looking down at the minibot.
"Tell me your proper designation, little bot."
The mech gives him a blank look, and even the cultured tones are gone in the answer, "Whorebot number eleven."
He does not approve. "You sound like a sparkless pleasure drone when you speak like that. I will not have you do that again."
The minibot gives him a confused look, glancing from him to the finger he had used to silence the bot before. The minibot says cautiously, "Yes, my Lord Megatron."
Thinking about it, he does quite like the tiny Autobot calling him his Lord. The bot knows his proper place, and is a good example to all other Autobots. He may just let Shockwave keep him on that reason alone. ... Well, no he won't. Shockwave disobeyed a direct order, and he's not going to let it go unpunished. Even if, technically, this could be counted as a punishment already.
Megatron gently pets the bots crests, enjoying the shape of them under his fingers. "Until your true name is uncovered, I suppose we can use the other designation you offered me, Sweetspark."
The minibot is silent, and he takes the opportunity to study the datapad more closely, carrying the bot towards the medical bay. The list of activities the bot has been subjected to, along with the list of suggested prices that his new owner charge for such activities is both extensive and disgusting, and Megatron deletes it. Shockwave must not have had a chance to study the pad himself yet, or he would have never allowed the list to remain there.
The scents of new rubber and oil waft up, and Megatron lifts the bot a bit to examine his frame.
New parts. Shockwave was never the best at repairing things, and it's painfully obvious which parts are brand new, and which are older. Frankly, Megatron is surprised the little bot is still online.
He touches the wheels, spinning them gently under his finger, "Did Shockwave really pay as much as it said he did, Sweetspark?"
The minibots spark is pulsing frantically against him, soft terror evident even as his voice is flat and emotionless, "Yes, my Lord Megatron."
The price was insane, and he can't imagine buying a bot for that price. Well, he can't imagine going to a brothel. He's not one for paying for 'facing. No matter how tempting the bot. "I saw a very large amount subtracted from your original debt about a two vorns ago. It didn't list what that was about. Want to enlighten me, little bot?"
All he gets in response is a tiny choked sob, and the bot struggling to keep from curling up into a tiny ball.
He isn't willing to get into that now. Maybe if he grows to like Shockwave's little pet, he will. But now? Not happening.
"My Lord Megatron, are you well?" the medic drops the tools he was sharpening onto the tray to rush over. "How," his optics trail down to the minibot, and he says rather stupidly, ". . . you have a minibot."
Megatron nods slowly, placing the bot on the medical berth. "Yes. I do. And you will be repairing all of his damage and running a full set of scans on him. If Scalpel is around, you should have him come up as well. I am certain he would know more about working on such small bots." Megatron rubs the minibots shoulder, and Sweetspark dims his visor, laying still on the table, more obedient than most Decepticons were for him.
Megatron likes that, though he generally prefers a bit of fight in his partners.
The medic takes off, presumably to get Scalpel, and he looks down at the minibot. "What do you think of Shockwave?" he asks more out of wanting conversation than actual curiosity. He's going to let Shockwave keep the bot even if Sweetspark hates everyone. His spy paid enough, and it will likely keep him away from any other minibots and stupid decisions.
Sweetspark pauses to think, "He is much nicer than I ever thought he would be."
That is not surprising. "Shockwave will not damage a minibot." He sits down on the medical berth, there's plenty of room for both him and the minibot. "I have seen him go out of his way to leave your model type undamaged."
"He was very kind to me." Sweetspark reaches up and touches his audio nubs. "He replaced these on his ship. He even bought me new tires. He wouldn't buy the ones that pop easily." He looks up at Megatron, almost fearless, "Will you be offlining me?" His servo covers his blacked out mark. "I was an Autobot before I became this. I would gladly remove what is left of this mark for you. They would not let me."
They wanted him to remember that he had taken their oaths. Megatron brushes a fingertip over the mark, pushing Sweetspark's servos away. He can feel the fluttering pulse of the spark beneath the chestplates, and he can see a bit of it through the damaged plates. "No. I think you will keep it for now. Perhaps we will paint it cheerful and red, and you will be allowed to paint a slash through it." And assure that other Autobots saw it. That they saw this sweet bots rejection of them.
If he survived long enough, perhaps Megatron would brand him.
The bot lays back down, visor dimming, "If that is what you wish, Lord Megatron."
He rubs the bots faceplates, looking down at the visor carefully, "How badly damaged were your optics, little bot?"
The light flickers back on, "I could not see in my entire right side, and the left was dim. I could only tell it was Shockwave because I was informed before he came up. The single red optic was not a good indicator, because I had had clients with that before."
He frowns, not liking the idea of possibly having his Decepticons going to a brothel just to beat a minibot. He did not like the fact that they actually had a price for the popping of tires. It makes his tank churn. His main experience with tires is on a seekers landing gear which is never used. He's only been able to convince Starscream to let him touch his wheels once, and the bot had freaked out part way through him licking them.
He'd ended up with claw gouges across his face that had required medical treatment, and a seeker who had taken off for parts unknown for a full vorn before sulking his way back into Megatron's arms. It had deterred him from ever trying to play with that sensitive gear again.
"Are you still in pain?" The bot did not appear to be, but if he had been suffering for decavorns, he would have become accustomed to it.
Nodding, the little minibot seems to withdraw in on himself a bit, pulling his legs up a bit, "Yes. My spark aches. My sparkchamber hurts. But it is nothing serious. I have suffered worse spark pain before."
Megatron narrows his optics and reaches down to push the damaged sparkplates open. The minibot gasps, and then falls silent, and Megatron curses internally. The bots spark is mottled with patches of dark blue and purple, and several of his cables have clamps on the ends to keep them from healing properly, leaving wires exposed.
He is tempted to remove the clamps, but really isn't sure if he's supposed to or not. If he damages the mech worse than before, he doesn't want to have to deal with an entire cable bay replacement just because he should have left the clamps alone. But they look painful, and the idea of any bot with them, especially one he's looking at, is distinctly unpleasant. He dislikes that the minibot had worse pain before this.
He's stopped from his cautious indecision by Medic Razor returning with Scalpel. The Doctor skitters up the berth, looking highly irritated, "You vanted me to fix a minibot, Lord Megatron? Vhy?"
He does like how tiny his little sciencebot is, he can fit the bot on a single finger, and still be as fierce as his highly trained soldiers. He twitches a fingertip on Scalpels antennae, and smiles at the soft clicking he gets in response. He continues petting the Doctor as he speaks, "Shockwave brought him. I imagine the minibot will keep him from harassing you."
"Oh, ja," the little bot says dreamily, rubbing himself in an utterly shameless manner against Megatron's servo. "Zat is more zan enough reason to vork on him." The bot climbs up onto Sweetsparks chest, and makes a distressed noise, "Vhat haz been done to zis sparkchamber? Oh," the bot trails off into creative curses in other languages, ones that he'd picked up from the organics he sometimes experimented on. "Zis is just terrible. You poor little bot," Scalpel rubs tiny claws on the edge of Sweetsparks sparkchamber. "I vill fix you right up so zat you can be a good berzvarmer for zat giant pervbot."
Megatron vaguely wonders if he should just leave. Staying will only distress Scalpel and the medic into possibly making mistakes, but leaving may distress Sweetspark. Well, thinking about it that way, it is very easy to choose, actually.
He stands up, petting Scapel softly on the back, and rubbing one of Razors headfins for good measure, "I will be waiting for you to finish. I want a full rundown of what was wrong when you are done, and I expect the best work from you both."
He starts to head out when Sweetspark murmurs, "Shockwave bought a lot of repair items and replacement parts, if you need those."
He pauses at the doorway, "If they need the parts, a bot will be sent to gather them from Shockwave. Do not worry, little bot."
"Thank you, my Lord Megatron," the bot says, his tone much warmer now, almost affectionate. "If there is any way for me to repay this kindness, please let me know."
There is such sultry promise in that tone that Megatron almost considers taking the bot to his berth and having him thank him with his glossa, but . . .
The bot is not a seeker, and has little appeal. He may feel the occasional spark pulse, looking at him, but little else. There is nothing that makes him want to throw the bot down and ravish him the way that the sight of seeker wings makes him want to rub sparks. "I will keep it in mind, Sweetspark. Now be silent and let the medics work on you."
The bots visor dims, and he takes that as assent. He steps out of the room, and sits down to study various datapads.
When the door opens, Scalpel skitters out and onto his shoulder, chittering softly, "Ve have finished ze fixing, Lord Megatron. Vould you like to see him?"
He doesn't really care, but he will be the one carrying the minibot back to Shockwave. He stands up, rubbing a finger along the tiny bot's frame, "I think that would be for the best, Doctor." He knows the little mech has fantasies of him rubbing his tiny spark on him, but he has no real interest in the bot himself. He may try the bot out at some point, but that's not likely to be any time soon. "Are his cables undamaged now?"
Scalpel nods, "Ja, ja. Zey are all pristine und in vorking order. I am sure zat Shockvave vill do modifications later on, but he is in perfect original onlining order." A tiny pause, "Aside from ze psychological damage zat comes from being used like how he vas, zat is."
He's not surprised, but that's not his problem. "Shockwave will just have to deal with it."
"Zen he vill be fine." Scalpel gently rubs against Megatron's servo, pressing a tiny, adorable kiss to his fingertip. "Zere vere many viruses in his system, but zey vould not have done any damage to Shockvave. His firevalls are too strong, and he does not ever 'face viz zem down. Ze viruses are gone now, und ve have fixed a bit of his coding, vhich vas dampening his emotional protocols. Likely to keep him from fighting. Shockvave likes his minibots viz a bit of spirit in zem."
Megatron wouldn't know. He had always cut off Shockwave's diatribes on the perfection of the minibot frame, utterly uninterested in hearing his Generals twisted desires. Not when there was a shiny seeker aft nearby, and Starscream was moving his hips in so slinky a manner that it had to be an intentional tease.
He walks in, and the minibot is shined to perfection, oddly enough. Razor must have taken the fact that he wanted the bot fixed to mean clean as well. He doesn't mind, it will just make this seem like more of a reward for Shockwave. He moves Scalpel on the berth, tapping the mech softly on the head, "You both did very well. You may return to what you were doing before I interrupted you."
He picks up the recharging minibot, and walks out of the medical bay. Sweetspark blinks online slowly, then looks at him in utter shock, moving a very tiny bit, as if to test his motion. "Thank you, Lord Megatron."
"I would caution you to move slowly with Shockwave," Megatron warned him. "Your spark may be feeling no pain now, but as soon as the salve they undoubtedly rubbed on it burns off, you will ache again." He doubts Shockwave will interface such an obviously damaged spark, but he is a minibot fancier, and his spark-Megatron shudders, thinking about it, wondering why he can't spend his time thinking of hotter things, like Starscreams aft-would have been unsatisfied for a very long time.
Sweetspark turns his head and kisses Megatron's palm. "I will serve your General to the best of my ability, my Lord. You never need to fear Autobot treachery." He dims his visor and looks away shyly, "It may be forward of me, but I believe I will, some sol, ask for your brand."
He hums softly, "Well, I would rather you wear your proper symbol for now." He'll deal with insane minibots some other time. He really does wonder where his seeker got off to. I would be nice if he's waiting on his berth like a proper second in command, but it is most likely he's hiding down in the labs building things.
Sweetspark nods, rubbing his tiny face against his servo, "Will I be allowed to cross it out, my Lord Megatron?"
He nods, "If that's what you want, you are allowed to. Shockwave can help you choose what color to use." Really, Starscream needs to stop spending so much time with Oil Slick and Scalpel, and spend more of it with him. His pretty seeker laid out on his lap for everyone to see.
Megatron knew that there was no other bot that could make Starscream overload the way he made the seeker overload. No other who knew how to touch his wings just right to have the bot screaming with pleasure, spark crackling loudly, sending out arcs of blue energy. His constant treachery was hiding something, and it infuriated Megatron that he could not discover what that hidden secret was, no matter how many times he attempted to extort it or hack it out of the seeker.
His spark pulsed eagerly, thinking of Starscream helpless under him, sparkplates open and his beautiful spark laid bare. "You are lucky that we are so close to Shockwave's quarters. I am certain he misses you."
Sweetspark gives him a confused look, moving to put tiny servos on his chestplates, "My Lord? Is there something I should be doi-"
He puts his finger in the bots mouth to silence him, he's not letting the minibot ask to lick his spark. He wants to go to his seeker and grind sparks until they're both sated. He loves how Starscream looks afterwards, dim opticked and loose limbs spread out in the prettiest way.
After he deals with Shockwave, he's going to be going straight to Starscream.
He opens the door to Shockwave's room, and steps in. His general is sitting at the desk, looking over a datapad. Walking over to his spy, he sets the minibot right in front of him, so they are face to face. "Well, Shockwave, you are allowed to keep him."
"My liege?" Shockwave pulls the minibot onto his lap, claws tracing over his frame, studying every bit of him. Megatron gives his General a severe look.
"Do not make me come to regret giving him to you, Shockwave. You are responsible for him now. Any errors he makes are your errors. Any trouble he gets himself into will result in your punishment. Should he betray us, you will offline him immediately. Do you understand?"
Shockwave ducks his head, optic going dim with something-Megatron finds it nigh on impossible to read the bot-and he purrs, "Yes, my liege. I understand. I will not disappoint you. You need never fear for that."
Megatron nods, and turns to leave, rubbing his sparkplates absently as he pulls up a list of his seekers favorite hiding places.
Shockwave calls out from behind him, "Starscream is currently in the storage closet on level 14, attempting to locate a batch of crystals. He should be easy to catch."
He pauses, smiling at that, "Very good, Shockwave," and walks out the door.
Shockwave has never been so happy. He just got his minibot back, and Megatron is happy that he knew where the traitorous seeker was. Granted, his leader was happy about that for a different reason than hunting the bot down to pay for such terrible thoughts, but he'll take what he can get.
When the door closes, he waits a moment before pressing a kiss to Sweetsparks lips, glossa flicking out questioningly. When the minibot opens for him, he pushes his little bot flat on the desk, and kisses him until the little mech is panting under him. Rubbing his claws along his tiny frame, Shockwave's engine purrs. "Well, Sweetspark, are you feeling better?"
Are you feeling good enough to interface is what he means, but his Sweetspark understands it, and his pretty, fixed sparkplates slide open and Shockwave reaches in and-
Stops.
The spark. . . his minibots beautiful spark is damaged. It's pulsing with desire, yes, but it's . . there are dark blue and purple patches, and all of the cables in the cable bay are shiny and new. Shockwave gives the spark a gentle caress, listening to the bots engine rev without any knocking at all. "I think we will wait on this, precious." He leans in, and rubs the bots helmet, all along the seams where he knows access ports are hidden. "I believe I will find your real name first. Would you like that?"
It's not fair to make a bot ask to be hacked, but Shockwave likes having that sort of control over his little lovers. Sweetspark ducks his head down, "I . . yes, General Shockwave. If you wish access to my processor, you may have it."
He kisses his minibot, glossa flicking in before retreating. "Just Shockwave, Sweetspark." He picks his bot up, carrying him to the berth, "I do not want you to call me by my title when we are going to be so very familiar."
His little bot looks down, visor dim, "Yes, Shockwave."
He smiles, letting his hacking cables sneak out from his claws, and connecting to the access ports. "Is your protoform in working order?" He kind of wants to touch and caress his tiny bot as he's even tinier. Maybe lick on exposed wires and touch him all over.
Sweetspark looks a tiny bit uncomfortable, "I... I guess? I am in much better repair than I have been in vorns."
Maybe he'll work up to protoform. He isn't sure he'd be able to stop himself from just using his tiny spark if he's exposed like that. "We'll have to see that later." Maybe he'll focus on the delicious audio nubbins. Those will be nice to tease and touch.
He eases himself into the bots processor, aware of the fact that his little minibot has been hacked before, and rather crudely too. His own hacking is entirely different. It's a smooth insertion of himself into the bots coding, easing through the nearly nonexistant firewalls-the only one in place is one that Scalpel has clearly just placed there as a way to tease him. Shockwave absently fixes code as he dives deeper, repairing things that were broken.
When he's deep enough, he sends a shallow code encouragement to make the minibot relax, and then begins to pick apart his coding. He finds the bit naming him whorebot and deletes it, and then pulls up the base registry code that lists his minibots identity. It's scarred, ripped up and broken, but Shockwave has worked with worse before, and he has it nice and tidy with little effort.
Sedan.
His minibot's designation, given to him by his creators, is Sedan.
Smoothing out the code, he gently replaces the naming, and pulls out of his little bots processor. When he's done, he rubs his claws lovingly along Sedans half-recharging face. "Hello, Sedan. Are you feeling a little more certain of who you are now?"
He knows that putting it back means that it will resurface all sorts of memories that were once scarred over with a false identity, and his little bot needs to recover. He waits for an entire breem until his minibots visor flickers fully to life. Sedan sits up, blinking at him in surprise, "It is... really nice to have memories of my creators not calling me whorebot."
He kisses the little bot softly, "I'm glad, precious. Would you like a cube of energon?"
"Yes." Sedan folds himself into a more graceful sitting position, displaying every bit of culture that Shockwave had heard in his voice in the way he holds himself. "I would greatly appreciate energon. I am quite grateful for what you have done for me. You did not need to do any of this, and yet, you did." He dims his visor. "I know what you want from me. I will not fight you. If you are as gentle as you have been in every other act, I suspect you will have me very eager for it."
Shockwave pets his little crests. "In time, my minibot. Not yet. Not when your spark is so badly damaged. I want you to feel nothing but pure bliss when I take you."
He extends his arm, getting two cubes of energon, one of normal, and one of high-grade. Sedan looks as he does so, and tilts his adorable little head. "I have never seen a bot able to do that. Is it because of your modifications?"
He nods his head, putting the cubes between them. "Yes, I'm modified quite heavily to make myself more useful to Lord Megatron." His minibot looks at his chestplates questioningly, and he chuckles as he shakes his head. "No. Lord Megatron is only interested in seekers. And more specifically, Starscream. I have no chance of joining him in the berth."
Sedan looks down at the energon, trying to figure out if theres a polite way to reach past the high-grade set in front of him. "Would you like to be in his berth?"
He sighs softly, nodding as he moves the cubes so the less potent one is in front of his little bot. "I would, but that does not mean he ever will, sweetspark. I would not be surprised if he wants to bond to the seeker, but it is not my place to judge." He kisses Sedans nose, "Fuel up, precious. You need to be fully fueled to heal."
The minibot sips at the energon slowly, and then blinks, reaching down to rub his tank. "Did . . . did the medicbots replace my tank as well?" His little servos feel around his chest, and it looks so much like fondling himself that Shockwave can't help his rev of desire. "It doesn't hurt to fuel up anymore."
Pain while fueling meant a heavily scarred tank. A tank that had been ravaged by disease or by improper fuel. "What sort of energon were they serving you?" he asks, his tone only mildly interested, to keep the bot from worrying about answering honestly.
Sedan shrugs, a graceful shift of his shoulders that emphasizes the shiny paint on his shoulder guards. "Usually whatever they had available. Most sols, it was drone energon, but if I was lucky, they would mix a bit of normal energon in with it."
That had nothing to do with luck and everything to do with the fact that those sadists must have known that fueling exclusively on drone energon-which was not energon at all, merely a synthetic substance that bore a passing resemblance to it-would cause a bot to go permanently offline from internal fuel line leaking.
He reaches over, and rubs his little bots helmet crests, "You will never have that happen to you again, sweetspark."
Sedan sips on the energon, making tiny pleased sounds, "If you wish to fuel me on drone energon, that is y-"
He presses his claw against his bots mouth, "No. I will never want to fuel you on drone energon. You will be fueling on what I have given you or better. You have no need to worry about that." He pulls his little bot into his lap, "In fact, you should be drinking the highgrade I got you."
The minibot rejects the highgrade. "I have not had that in decavorns. It would not sit well in my tank, and I will end up offline from it before I have filled my tank even halfway." He turns in Shockwave's arms, and smiles up at him. "You know, when I was a sparkling, I was raised to fear your name."
Shockwave is not surprised. There are several rather brutal rumors about what he does to minibots. He still doesn't know where the rumor that he hacks them until they offline miserable, glitched permanent offlines came from, because Shockwave would never offline a minibot through a hack.
Even treacherous Autobot minibots that need to be offlined for Megatron are given the most painless, quick offlines that he can give them. He does not draw it out, or give them hope of escape and then offline them. They are offlined swiftly, and then he cradles their frames until the heat is gone and they are completely grey, and he sends a notice to their family, if they have any.
Then again, perhaps that is why. He does believe that a minibots family deserves to know that they have been offlined, even if they were offlined in the middle of nowhere, without any witnesses, or their frame had been destroyed past recognition.
The poor things.
He presses a kiss to his little bots lips, "I will do my best to show you that I do not deserve that fear."
Sedan wraps his tiny arms around the back of his neck, tugging him down into a firmer kiss. "You already have. Any other bot that bought me was planning on offlining me or using me until I offlined." Tiny minibot servos press against his chamber, "Open for me? I want to thank you."
He does so instantly, making his little bot chuckle softly and move so he's no longer sitting down. His minibot gives him a dim visored look, and slowly starts to open his own chamber. His own optic widens in shock, and he snaps shut. "No, Sedan." He moves his servo, closing the minibots plates with his claws, "You need to heal."
The little bot makes a small irritated sound, "I want you to use my spark."
"And I would like nothing more than to use your spark, precious," Shockwave tips the minibots face up and brushes a kiss over his mouth, glossa sneaking out for a quick taste. "But your spark is injured, and I will not take advantage of you when our interfacing will only worsen your condition." He dims his optic, "If you like, you may lick my spark to overload."
The bot lowers his optics, "I . . do not want to feel a spark on my glossa right now."
Oh, Shockwave didn't like that one bit. "And why not?"
Sedan looks reluctant, but manages to force out, "Because-you-fed-me-one."
He gives his little bot a blank look, "A little slower, sweetspark. I can't know what the problem is if I don't know what you're saying."
His minibot moves away, sounding hurt as he says, "Because you fed me one."
Is that all? Well, that really isn't a problem, and is, in fact, just something you need to get over. Granted, new recruits that do it take a while to get over it, but he's not letting his minibot, who didn't even purge, wait a stellar cycle or more to lick a spark. However, it is not something you force on the very solar cycle you had it done.
"Then you won't have to lick my spark, Sedan." He tugs his little mech back into his lap, kissing him softly, "Finish your energon, and we can go into recharge."