Chapter Six
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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?
Of course, it will likely be very difficult to let the little bot overload against his armor, when he knows how much better it will feel to have the bot squirming against his spark. His sweetspark's overloads will be utterly delicious, and Shockwave can hardly wait for him to be healed enough for Shockwave to overload again and again, until the poor bot is offlined from pleasure.
Then he would just wait until Sedan onlined again to give his spark even more overloads.
His engine revs, and Sedan reaches up to kiss him again, little glossa flicking against the seam of his mouth, touching his gear denta again. "I really like kissing you," Sedan admits, his voice low with want, even with a spark kept artificially cool. "Can I overload your spark with my servos? I want to thank you for this. For all of this."
He would like to say yes, but, "I must do the work I have, little bot." His claws brush over his precious' delicate frame, "Later." His optic dims, "We can do anything you want when I am finished."
His minibot brushes tiny fingers over his face, "I would offer to help, but..." But Megatron had ordered Sedan not to be allowed to look at the sensitive files. At least, until he has proven his loyalty and worth. It is far too soon to declare such a thing.
He kisses the fingers, "Yes, Sedan. I know." He stands up and returns to his desk, "We will continue later."
Shockwave is, in fact, not allowed to view the most sensitive files with Sedan in the room. Of course, he's not allowed to view them with any other bots in the room either, so it's not a knock against his minibots loyalty. He certainly trusts his minibot with the information more than he trusts, say, Oil Slick, who has all the necessary qualities to betray Lord Megatron at some point.
Shockwave dislikes ninjabots. Their base ninjabot appreciation of things leads them to a neutral or Autobot position far more often than it does a Decepticon one. Perhaps if Blitzwing had the little cyclebot more firmly in servo, he would trust the bot a bit more.
Blitzwing may wrap the bot in chains, but everyone knows that it is Oil Slick who calls all the shots in that couple.
Megatron is sitting in his room, reading a datapad, and absently petting the back of Shockwave's minibot who is sitting in his lap. His spy is out doing a mission, and he specifically ordered the bot to leave Sweetspark with him. He realizes his general thinks that he's going to be 'facing Sweetspark, but he's yet to get any seeker wings in minibot size. It makes the bot not half as appealing.
He only licked the bots spark so he had more of an excuse to keep using the petname as an actual name. Besides, he could tell his seeker was looking at the little bot as a possible third for their berth. Just like how he knew Starscream was measuring up Oil Slick and any number of bots through the decavorns they've been together. If he's lucky his second in command found clip on wings, and they'll be having Sweetspark do more than just recharge in the berth.
But that isn't really the reason he requested the minibot. No, the reason is a odd part of information in the datapad that came with Sweetspark. The large deduction of amount owed, the amount of time, various other reasons. It made him suspicious.
So he's going to test a theory.
Petting the minibot just a tiny bit more demandingly, Sweetspark blinks at him, and he rubs one of the adorable little audio nubbins. Really, he rather likes them more than the horns Shockwave seems to prefer for his minibots, and he's glad Sweetspark has them. They'll be quite nice to nibble on when the bot has the wings.
But back to that theory.
"Are you finding enough things to do while Shockwave is busy each sol?" Megatron rubs Sweetsparks back, enjoying the way the little bot feels on his lap. He's such a small bot, and he fits so nicely on Megatron's lap-a warm, comfortable weight that gives him something to stroke while he reads his reports and determines which of the incoming Decepticons may be worthy of his brand sometime soon, and which need to be weeded out by his agents for failure to live up to Decepticon standards.
Sweetspark smiles shyly, and Megatron considers having the bot open while he cuddles like this, so he can feel the gentle heat of the bots spark against him as well. "I am content, my Lord Megatron. Shockwave has given me many datapads to read, and I am slowly working on catching up on the information I have missed over the decavorns. I will be kept occupied for quite some time."
Megatron pinches an audio nub, feeling the bot shudder against him in response. "That pleases me. I do not wish for you to grow unhappy, or to resent Shockwave for keeping you locked away for now." He lays his trap, "Perhaps later, when you have more freedom, you will volunteer to help watch any sparklings that our soldiers may have. I have been encouraging them to create, and it is my greatest hope that there will be many small bots running circles around our peds soon. It surprises me that Strika has waited so long to spark with Lugnut."
He can feel the bots spark shudder against his legs, and his tiny voice holds the smallest hint of strain and sadness - he would not have noticed at all if he wasn't listening for it-, "If that is what you wish, Lord Megatron. I have wanted to be with a sparkling or two for awhile."
He rubs the little forehead crests, "For about how long, Sweetspark?"
The little bots spark is fluttering nervously against him now, and the minibots voice retains that hint of strain and sadness, but not increasing it, "For not quite two vorns, my Lord Megatron."
He does really love how the bot is calling him by his title. None of the previous minibots that Shockwave had managed to convince to visit for the tiny amount of time they were there had been allowed by his general to even see him, because his infiltrator bot knew they would only insult him. Minibots are very Autobot leaning, even when they are neutrals.
But the two vorns ago fits his theory. After all, it takes one vorn to carry a bot to term, and they wouldn't have let the bot carry it that long. Most likely transfer it out the very moment the ten stellar cycles that are needed before it is able to be moved safely are up.
Sweetspark curls up against him, "If your Decepticons need help with their sparklings, I am more than willing to watch them." He rubs his chestplates absently, likely unaware of the action. Megatron has seen it many times, from bots that had a transfer and then played no part in the sparklings life.
The spark remembers the loss long afterwards if contact is not re-established. If Sweetspark was aching from the loss of a sparking, there was little Megatron could do to comfort him. The pain went away over time, but it would never completely vanish, especially if the bot had not willingly given up his sparkling and had it taken from his spark by force.
"They will appreciate that." He cannot guarantee that Sweetspark's sparkling is still online. He will not make promises that he cannot keep, but he will be sending Shockwave to investigate, and if possible, to retrieve the sparkling and return with it.
If the sparkling is online, Shockwave will be ecstatic. He has wanted minibot sparklings to claim as his own for a very long time, and has made that desire well-known to every bot.
Sweetspark sighs very softly and sadly, "I am glad, Lord Megatron."
He rubs his fingers along the little bots back, gently returning him to laying across his lap. The bots spark relaxes slowly as he keeps petting and doesn't say anything else. He's vaguely contemplating calling his second in command into his room when his seeker walks in on his own. "Megatron! I have something I want to ask! I am not going to put it off any lon-" His seeker stares down at Sweetspark for a moment before glancing at him, "... I'll just go back to my lab."
He raises an optic ridge, moving the minibot gently to the floor, making sure he doesn't fall. "I'd say that's putting it off, Starscream. What is so very important that you feel the need to barge in here, but so unimportant that you can put it off just because of Sweetspark?" He tugs his seeker in his lap before the hissy bot can take off, and kisses him softly, "Just tell me."
The seeker squirms like an awkward sparkling, pushing at his chest, "No. I refuse to say it with the minibot with you." Megatron's interest is piqued, and he pinches his seekers wingtip, prompting a moan and another refusal, "N-no. You can't trick me into saying it!" The wings arch high and wide, and Megatron feels his spark pulse with desire.
"You will tell me what secrets you hide, seeker," Megatron murmurs, pinching the wingtip again, in just the perfect way to make his seeker cry out and writhe for him.
Starscream mewls and arches for him in the most beautiful way, "N-no."
He presses a kiss to his seeker's neck cabling, "Tell me, Starscream. You wouldn't have come rushing in if you hadn't had something to say. Should we send Sweetspark to another room just so you feel more secure?"
His second in command is venting hard and fast, partially in reaction to his fingers playing with the ailerons, and partially nervousness. "Y-yes. I think tha-that may be best."
The minibot proves his discretion and understanding by carefully slipping out of the room without a single protest, keeping himself within audio-range so Megatron does not have to worry about the little bot fleeing, or breaking into something he does not belong in.
This leaves Starscream on his lap, writhing with pleasure as his wings are manipulated. "Now, I believe you owe me an explanation, my sweet second. Why did you come to see me?"
Starscream flushes, and mumbles something against his plating.
He flicks his glossa along the edge of a single wing, "Louder, seeker. My armor does not have audios built in there."
His seeker yanks away, but not enough to escape his grip, and mumbles again.
He pulls his second into a kiss, "I still can not understand a word you are saying. Would it be better if I played with your spark to encourage you to a higher decibel?"
Starscream manages to shove out of his lap, glaring at him with a hurt and angry expression. "Is that all I am to you? Just a spark to be used? I came to finally ask you to bond, and all you can thi- AUWK!"
He pulls his seeker back into his lap, optics dim. "Is that what you had such trouble asking me? Did you think I could possibly refuse you?"
Starscream flushes with heat-some complex combination of embarrassment and anger, and the seeker hisses, "Do not mock me, you fragger! I came to share a bonding brush with you! To offer to paint two rings on my claw for you, and you treat me like this?" The seeker tries to escape, and Megatron only pulls him closer.
He has never considered a sparkbond with the seeker-a lie, he has thought of it once or twice, but dismissed it as impossible. Seekers do not sparkbond. He is certainly not going to turn it down now that he has it within his grasp. He will just accept the lack of a third in their berth. Besides, the only ones that have joined were because of Starscream in the first place.
He kisses his seeker, glossa pushed in demandingly in a claiming gesture. "Yes. I would have brought a bonding brush to you long ago, but you are a seeker."
Starscream scoffs, "That doesn't mean anything. Plenty of seekers bond."
"My beloved seeker who runs off at the sight of a minibot when he wants to bond with me." He nibbles on a single wing joint, optics dim, "I think I am justified when I say I was correct in not bringing it up when you do things like that." His fingers play with his seekers chest vents, "I will sparkbond with you, my wonderful, beloved seeker. I would have done it long ago if I had only known you had wanted it."
"Liar," Starscream mutters, but his wings are fluttering with delight, and his optics are glowing brighter than Megatron has ever seen them. "You are a terrible liar. But if you will bond with me, I will forgive you." He leans in and drags his glossa over the point of Megatron's helmet crest. "Lose the minibot. I want privacy for this."
As much as it would please him to do so, Megatron had promised Shockwave that he would watch the little bot, and not fob him off on one of his other generals. Perhaps Lugnut- . . . No. That would only serve to remind the poor thing of the sparkling he had lost. "Later. Sweetspark has just been reminded of a loss, and needs to be with bots he trusts."
The seekers wings rustle with displeasure, "And this is more important than bonding your spark to mine?"
He is put in an uncomfortable place, because his seeker has a point. This is possibly the most important thing he's ever done or going to do. The problem is that he really doesn't want Sweetspark to be upset when he demands Shockwave track down the sparkling. That will just give more problems he doesn't want to deal with.
The minibots voice drifts in, soft and nervous, "I can just go to Lugnut's room, Lord Megatron and General Starscream. I will leave you to your pri-"
Starscream looks horribly smug, "Yes. You can just head off, I'll tell Lugnut to expect you." The minibot nods cautiously, and Starscream doesn't even let the bot say anything before putting a pretty claw to his temple, "Lugnut, we're sending Shockwave's little bot. Keep an optic on him, won't you?" The seeker gestures at the door with a flourish, and an arch look at the minibot, "Get going. You know the way to Lugnut's room, I am sure. He's just down the hallway." The seeker turns and kisses Megatron before he can offer Sweetspark an escort.
When he's let up again, the minibot has already left the room, and Megatron pinches a wingtip sharply in punishment. "There was a reason I did not wish to send him to Lugnut."
Starscream grinds his sparkplates against Megatron's chest, writhing like a wanton pleasurebot waiting to have his aching spark sated. "I do not care," the seeker purrs, digging his claws into Megatron's sparkplates, trying to pry them open.
He catches his bots servos, pulling them up to kiss, "He lost a sparkling, Starscream. I had informed him of Lugnut and Strika are going to be with sparklings. He was upset, if not visibly so. It was, however, obvious to me that he was trying to hide that sadness from me."
His seeker pauses, looking over at the door. "... If I had known, I wouldn't have sent him away." Starscream returns focus to him, optics dim, "But he suggested it himself. I will say that frees us to bond... beloved."
His backstrut shudders with want. He has not had his second in command say that to him without sarcasm dripping from his voice. He's looking forward to this even more now.
Lugnut taps his pincers together nervously, not really sure how to feel about the fact that he's suddenly taking care of the minibot. He has been avoiding the little bot. Just out of courtesy to Shockwave. The frustrating bot leaves Strika alone, so he was planning on doing the same to Sedan.
It doesn't look as if he'll be given the chance to do that now, however. Not when the adorably tiny bot is coming to him, and Lugnut will not be able to resist the urge to sweep the tiny thing into his arms and squeeze him and cuddle him and-
No, Lugnut, you must be firm, he imagines he hears Megatron's voice. Megatron's voice is his inner guide on how to behave, and he cannot disobey his master. You may not cuddle the little minibot and pet his adorable little crests and you may certainly not give his tiny aft a squeeze.
Lugnut straightens, firming his resolve. He will not act shamelessly. He will not cuddle the little bot and he will not kiss the poor thing. Even if the minibot is surely missing kisses, what with the mouthless drone-face that Shockwave has.
There's a knock on the door, and when it opens, the minibot peeks in adorably, visor blinking cautiously. "General Lugnut?"
He straightens up in the chair, "Yes, Sedan? Come on in."
The little bots peds are cautious as they slide along the floor, "I am to be watched by you. Is there anything specific I'm not to do?"
Lugnut taps his pincers together again, ducking his head shyly. He wants to scoop the minibot up so badly. "You may not touch the holo-pictures, and you may not go into our berthroom, but otherwise you are free to do as you please in here. May I ask what that traitor Starscream was doing that required you to leave?"
The minibot bites his lip, as if unsure of what to say. "He . . he proposed a bond to Megatron, and Megatron accepted."
He stares at the minibot blankly; that doesn't sound like the seeker at all. "... I see." He didn't, really, but he knows that doesn't really matter. He feels a bit like his spark is breaking from this. He had always kind of hoped that Megatron would get over Starscream and realize that he and Strika had always been completely loyal. They would have happily shared their berth with him, and carry all the sparklings Lord Megatron could ever wish. He realizes his voice is kind of distant as he says, "What a momentous occasion," but he can't help it.
The minibot gives him a nervous look, "Are you... okay, General Lugnut? Should I get you a cube of energon?"
If he wasn't sitting already, he'd have to. "I'm fine." He doesn't care how blatant of a lie that is, he needs to recover.
Sedan moves a tiny bit closer, putting a cautious servo on his knee, "Should I contact General Strika? You look like you need someone here that isn't just me."
Yes. Yes, he needs his beloved Strika here, to comfort him and allow him to weep on her strong shoulders at the fact that the traitor has managed to trick Megaron into a bond! "Please. If you have her frequency, contact her." Lugnut is too distraught to call her himself, well aware that he will begin his sobbing now if he hears her voice over the com. Strika is his strength, and she will understand, but he does not want to embarrass himself in front of Shockwave's minibot.
There is no way of telling how many spying devices the spybot has already installed in him.
The minibot shuffles his peds, "I do not have her frequency. Will you share it with me?"
He looks at the bot, spark upset, but somehow manages to beam it over. "Yes, there. Just be polite to her."
The minibot gives him a blank look, then nods once after a long moment. "Of course." The adorable bot puts an equally adorable servo to his temple, "General Strika? ... Sedan, General Strika, and General Lugnut gave it to me. ... I do not know. He requested that I ask you to come here. He is not well, and I do not wish him hurt." There's a pause to listen followed by a tiny little sigh, "Of course, General Strika. I would not dream of it." The bot puts his servo down, and looks at him with a very blank look, "She is coming, General Lugnut. Will you please tell me why she thinks I am trying to hurt you emotionally?"
He blinks down at the tiny bot, "You are Shockwave's. Shockwave dislikes me as much as I dislike him."
"I may be his, but I am not him." Sedan smiles. "I bear you no ill-will. I have no talent in emotional manipulation." He tips his head to one side, "Although I do have some practice in keeping a bot from becoming too violent in the berth. It only rarely works." The minibot rubs his sparkplates absently, and Lugnut gives up and pulls the minibot into his arms. Having a bot to cuddle is better than having no bot. The minibots voice is low, and comforting, "You must have loved Lord Megatron very much. It must be hard knowing that he is sparkbonding. I am sorry."
Sp- . . spark . .
Lugnut's frame shakes, and he starts sobbing, dropping the minibot to the floor to curl up on himself.
The little minibot pets him on the leg again, trying ineffectively to comfort him. It is a little bit later that his beloved Strika shows up, and she does not take the sight well. "Vhat have you done to my Lugnut, you horrible little bot?"
Sedan goes absolutely still, stiff and nervous next to him. The little bot's voice is nervous, "General Strika. I am glad you are her-"
The little bot is cut off by Strika grabbing him by the side and slamming him down on the floor with one servo, "I vill not listen to lies! You have upset him!" She ignores the tiny bot in the middle of the floor, and kneels next to Lugnut. Her fingers are gentle on his frame, "Oh, Beloved. What has happened?"
"M-master M-Megatron has . . ," Lugnut trails off in a fresh wave of sobs, unable to speak the words.
Strika coos at him and gets one of his access panels on his arm open, linking a cable directly into his systems. /What is wrong, beloved? What has the minibot traitor said to upset you so?/
/Our glorious leader he . . and the traitor. . . Megatron is getting SPARKBONDED!/
He had code-screamed the last bit so loud that Strika jerks back, optics widening from the mental blow. "Oh, Sveetspark," she coos again out loud, rubbing his chest, letting him bury his weeping optics against her. "It's alright, Sveetspark. Are you certain he is getting sparkbonded? Perhaps the little bot lied to you?"
He sobs louder, holding her closely. /No! He had not even realized I would do so badly, beloved!/
She pets him softly on the back, "Are you certain, beloved? Shockvave is very tricky, and his minibot may be the same vay."
/Shockwave would NEVER lie about our lord Megatron choosing to sparkbond! Never!/
Strika pinches him hard. "Do not take that tone vith me. Do you not remember the time that Shockvave told you lord Megatron vas only attracted to bots vith pink paint, and I came back to find you that awful shade that you found laying in the storage area? Shockvave lies, and perhaps he has sent his minibot to lie about this so he vould not have to say it himself."
Lugnut merely weeps, and clutches at Strika for several breems while she calms him with gentle touches, until all that's left of his sobs are a few little hiccups as his venting hitches, and a sniffle here or there. When he finally calms all the way down, he looks up at her, all five optics blinking, "Starscream was the one that commed me to take care of Sedan."
She blinks down at him for a moment, "Vell, think of it like this. Starscream vill no longer be able to be a traitor, beloved. Viz a sparkbond, he is cementing his loyalty in a vay that can never be betrayed."
"Unless that treacherous kite finds a way around the sparkbond!" Lugnut knows the seeker will try, wanting to control the army and not lead as co-commander. Starscream was never content to be second-best at anything. It was obvious that the seeker would try and offline his bondmate. Lugnut would have to be extra-vigilant now.
Strika shakes her head, "No, beloved. Just be calm now. A sparkbonded seeker is a very loyal seeker. They do it so rarely that when they choose to bond, they truly mean it with every bit of their spark. We will not need to fear Starscream's betrayal ever again. To betray Lord Megatron will mean betraying himself."
He isn't sure about that, but Strika does have more experience with seekers that are not Starscream. "If you say so, beloved." He lets her go cautiously, peeking over at her shoulder and optics widening in shock, "Strika! What have you done to him?" The poor minibots shoulder guard is crushed, and the bot is staring up at the ceiling with blank optics. He'd be worried about the tiny thing being offline if he was a darker grey. The light grey almost tricking him for a moment, "You hurt him!"
She gives him a flat look, "He made you upset. I vas no-" She looks over and gasps, "Little bot! Vhy are you still laying there?" She stands up, rushing over and scooping the minibot into her arms, "Vhy are you acting this vay?"
Lugnut looks at the tiny bot nervously, "He was abused before, beloved. Remember?"
The little bot shifts in such a way to provide easier access to his sparkplates, but otherwise doesn't respond. Lugnut takes him from her arms and touches his crushed shoulder guard, which has to be hurting him terribly, crushing in on the tire hidden beneath. There's a tiny flinch, but considering the damage, the bot really should be crying out in pain from it.
Unless Shockwave has numbed his sensors. Or done something else terrible to keep the bot silent even while he suffers.
No. Shockwave loves minibots far too much to have done something so cruel. But then why is the bot being so quiet, and how badly has he been abused in the past to not even whimper at a crushed shoulder guard?
Strika gently removes the shoulder guard, fingers making quick and safe work of it, relieving the pressure. "Little bot, vhy haven't you told us that I damaged you so badly?"
The bot just gives them a very blank look, not saying a thing.
Lugnut exchanges a look with Strika. "I think that we should take him to the medic, beloved. Shockwave is not going to be happy with us. And Lord Megatron isn't, either."
She nods reluctantly, "Yes. That may be for the best, Sveetspark." She adjusts the little bot so he's no longer flashing his sparkplates in that far too distressing way. "Let's get you fixed, Sedan."
The bot curls up in Lugnut's arms, almost affectionately, and Lugnut would think the bot was feeling better if not for the blank expression on his face. Oh, Shockwave is going to be furious with them for injuring and breaking his minibot. Lugnut hopes the bot starts acting normal again before Shockwave returns.
He doesn't want to witness how Shockwave will react when he finds his minibot damaged and learns of Megatron's . . . poor choice in bonding partners.
No. He should be happy for his Lord, even if the bot he chose was a terrible traitorous wretch.
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?
Of course, it will likely be very difficult to let the little bot overload against his armor, when he knows how much better it will feel to have the bot squirming against his spark. His sweetspark's overloads will be utterly delicious, and Shockwave can hardly wait for him to be healed enough for Shockwave to overload again and again, until the poor bot is offlined from pleasure.
Then he would just wait until Sedan onlined again to give his spark even more overloads.
His engine revs, and Sedan reaches up to kiss him again, little glossa flicking against the seam of his mouth, touching his gear denta again. "I really like kissing you," Sedan admits, his voice low with want, even with a spark kept artificially cool. "Can I overload your spark with my servos? I want to thank you for this. For all of this."
He would like to say yes, but, "I must do the work I have, little bot." His claws brush over his precious' delicate frame, "Later." His optic dims, "We can do anything you want when I am finished."
His minibot brushes tiny fingers over his face, "I would offer to help, but..." But Megatron had ordered Sedan not to be allowed to look at the sensitive files. At least, until he has proven his loyalty and worth. It is far too soon to declare such a thing.
He kisses the fingers, "Yes, Sedan. I know." He stands up and returns to his desk, "We will continue later."
Shockwave is, in fact, not allowed to view the most sensitive files with Sedan in the room. Of course, he's not allowed to view them with any other bots in the room either, so it's not a knock against his minibots loyalty. He certainly trusts his minibot with the information more than he trusts, say, Oil Slick, who has all the necessary qualities to betray Lord Megatron at some point.
Shockwave dislikes ninjabots. Their base ninjabot appreciation of things leads them to a neutral or Autobot position far more often than it does a Decepticon one. Perhaps if Blitzwing had the little cyclebot more firmly in servo, he would trust the bot a bit more.
Blitzwing may wrap the bot in chains, but everyone knows that it is Oil Slick who calls all the shots in that couple.
Megatron is sitting in his room, reading a datapad, and absently petting the back of Shockwave's minibot who is sitting in his lap. His spy is out doing a mission, and he specifically ordered the bot to leave Sweetspark with him. He realizes his general thinks that he's going to be 'facing Sweetspark, but he's yet to get any seeker wings in minibot size. It makes the bot not half as appealing.
He only licked the bots spark so he had more of an excuse to keep using the petname as an actual name. Besides, he could tell his seeker was looking at the little bot as a possible third for their berth. Just like how he knew Starscream was measuring up Oil Slick and any number of bots through the decavorns they've been together. If he's lucky his second in command found clip on wings, and they'll be having Sweetspark do more than just recharge in the berth.
But that isn't really the reason he requested the minibot. No, the reason is a odd part of information in the datapad that came with Sweetspark. The large deduction of amount owed, the amount of time, various other reasons. It made him suspicious.
So he's going to test a theory.
Petting the minibot just a tiny bit more demandingly, Sweetspark blinks at him, and he rubs one of the adorable little audio nubbins. Really, he rather likes them more than the horns Shockwave seems to prefer for his minibots, and he's glad Sweetspark has them. They'll be quite nice to nibble on when the bot has the wings.
But back to that theory.
"Are you finding enough things to do while Shockwave is busy each sol?" Megatron rubs Sweetsparks back, enjoying the way the little bot feels on his lap. He's such a small bot, and he fits so nicely on Megatron's lap-a warm, comfortable weight that gives him something to stroke while he reads his reports and determines which of the incoming Decepticons may be worthy of his brand sometime soon, and which need to be weeded out by his agents for failure to live up to Decepticon standards.
Sweetspark smiles shyly, and Megatron considers having the bot open while he cuddles like this, so he can feel the gentle heat of the bots spark against him as well. "I am content, my Lord Megatron. Shockwave has given me many datapads to read, and I am slowly working on catching up on the information I have missed over the decavorns. I will be kept occupied for quite some time."
Megatron pinches an audio nub, feeling the bot shudder against him in response. "That pleases me. I do not wish for you to grow unhappy, or to resent Shockwave for keeping you locked away for now." He lays his trap, "Perhaps later, when you have more freedom, you will volunteer to help watch any sparklings that our soldiers may have. I have been encouraging them to create, and it is my greatest hope that there will be many small bots running circles around our peds soon. It surprises me that Strika has waited so long to spark with Lugnut."
He can feel the bots spark shudder against his legs, and his tiny voice holds the smallest hint of strain and sadness - he would not have noticed at all if he wasn't listening for it-, "If that is what you wish, Lord Megatron. I have wanted to be with a sparkling or two for awhile."
He rubs the little forehead crests, "For about how long, Sweetspark?"
The little bots spark is fluttering nervously against him now, and the minibots voice retains that hint of strain and sadness, but not increasing it, "For not quite two vorns, my Lord Megatron."
He does really love how the bot is calling him by his title. None of the previous minibots that Shockwave had managed to convince to visit for the tiny amount of time they were there had been allowed by his general to even see him, because his infiltrator bot knew they would only insult him. Minibots are very Autobot leaning, even when they are neutrals.
But the two vorns ago fits his theory. After all, it takes one vorn to carry a bot to term, and they wouldn't have let the bot carry it that long. Most likely transfer it out the very moment the ten stellar cycles that are needed before it is able to be moved safely are up.
Sweetspark curls up against him, "If your Decepticons need help with their sparklings, I am more than willing to watch them." He rubs his chestplates absently, likely unaware of the action. Megatron has seen it many times, from bots that had a transfer and then played no part in the sparklings life.
The spark remembers the loss long afterwards if contact is not re-established. If Sweetspark was aching from the loss of a sparking, there was little Megatron could do to comfort him. The pain went away over time, but it would never completely vanish, especially if the bot had not willingly given up his sparkling and had it taken from his spark by force.
"They will appreciate that." He cannot guarantee that Sweetspark's sparkling is still online. He will not make promises that he cannot keep, but he will be sending Shockwave to investigate, and if possible, to retrieve the sparkling and return with it.
If the sparkling is online, Shockwave will be ecstatic. He has wanted minibot sparklings to claim as his own for a very long time, and has made that desire well-known to every bot.
Sweetspark sighs very softly and sadly, "I am glad, Lord Megatron."
He rubs his fingers along the little bots back, gently returning him to laying across his lap. The bots spark relaxes slowly as he keeps petting and doesn't say anything else. He's vaguely contemplating calling his second in command into his room when his seeker walks in on his own. "Megatron! I have something I want to ask! I am not going to put it off any lon-" His seeker stares down at Sweetspark for a moment before glancing at him, "... I'll just go back to my lab."
He raises an optic ridge, moving the minibot gently to the floor, making sure he doesn't fall. "I'd say that's putting it off, Starscream. What is so very important that you feel the need to barge in here, but so unimportant that you can put it off just because of Sweetspark?" He tugs his seeker in his lap before the hissy bot can take off, and kisses him softly, "Just tell me."
The seeker squirms like an awkward sparkling, pushing at his chest, "No. I refuse to say it with the minibot with you." Megatron's interest is piqued, and he pinches his seekers wingtip, prompting a moan and another refusal, "N-no. You can't trick me into saying it!" The wings arch high and wide, and Megatron feels his spark pulse with desire.
"You will tell me what secrets you hide, seeker," Megatron murmurs, pinching the wingtip again, in just the perfect way to make his seeker cry out and writhe for him.
Starscream mewls and arches for him in the most beautiful way, "N-no."
He presses a kiss to his seeker's neck cabling, "Tell me, Starscream. You wouldn't have come rushing in if you hadn't had something to say. Should we send Sweetspark to another room just so you feel more secure?"
His second in command is venting hard and fast, partially in reaction to his fingers playing with the ailerons, and partially nervousness. "Y-yes. I think tha-that may be best."
The minibot proves his discretion and understanding by carefully slipping out of the room without a single protest, keeping himself within audio-range so Megatron does not have to worry about the little bot fleeing, or breaking into something he does not belong in.
This leaves Starscream on his lap, writhing with pleasure as his wings are manipulated. "Now, I believe you owe me an explanation, my sweet second. Why did you come to see me?"
Starscream flushes, and mumbles something against his plating.
He flicks his glossa along the edge of a single wing, "Louder, seeker. My armor does not have audios built in there."
His seeker yanks away, but not enough to escape his grip, and mumbles again.
He pulls his second into a kiss, "I still can not understand a word you are saying. Would it be better if I played with your spark to encourage you to a higher decibel?"
Starscream manages to shove out of his lap, glaring at him with a hurt and angry expression. "Is that all I am to you? Just a spark to be used? I came to finally ask you to bond, and all you can thi- AUWK!"
He pulls his seeker back into his lap, optics dim. "Is that what you had such trouble asking me? Did you think I could possibly refuse you?"
Starscream flushes with heat-some complex combination of embarrassment and anger, and the seeker hisses, "Do not mock me, you fragger! I came to share a bonding brush with you! To offer to paint two rings on my claw for you, and you treat me like this?" The seeker tries to escape, and Megatron only pulls him closer.
He has never considered a sparkbond with the seeker-a lie, he has thought of it once or twice, but dismissed it as impossible. Seekers do not sparkbond. He is certainly not going to turn it down now that he has it within his grasp. He will just accept the lack of a third in their berth. Besides, the only ones that have joined were because of Starscream in the first place.
He kisses his seeker, glossa pushed in demandingly in a claiming gesture. "Yes. I would have brought a bonding brush to you long ago, but you are a seeker."
Starscream scoffs, "That doesn't mean anything. Plenty of seekers bond."
"My beloved seeker who runs off at the sight of a minibot when he wants to bond with me." He nibbles on a single wing joint, optics dim, "I think I am justified when I say I was correct in not bringing it up when you do things like that." His fingers play with his seekers chest vents, "I will sparkbond with you, my wonderful, beloved seeker. I would have done it long ago if I had only known you had wanted it."
"Liar," Starscream mutters, but his wings are fluttering with delight, and his optics are glowing brighter than Megatron has ever seen them. "You are a terrible liar. But if you will bond with me, I will forgive you." He leans in and drags his glossa over the point of Megatron's helmet crest. "Lose the minibot. I want privacy for this."
As much as it would please him to do so, Megatron had promised Shockwave that he would watch the little bot, and not fob him off on one of his other generals. Perhaps Lugnut- . . . No. That would only serve to remind the poor thing of the sparkling he had lost. "Later. Sweetspark has just been reminded of a loss, and needs to be with bots he trusts."
The seekers wings rustle with displeasure, "And this is more important than bonding your spark to mine?"
He is put in an uncomfortable place, because his seeker has a point. This is possibly the most important thing he's ever done or going to do. The problem is that he really doesn't want Sweetspark to be upset when he demands Shockwave track down the sparkling. That will just give more problems he doesn't want to deal with.
The minibots voice drifts in, soft and nervous, "I can just go to Lugnut's room, Lord Megatron and General Starscream. I will leave you to your pri-"
Starscream looks horribly smug, "Yes. You can just head off, I'll tell Lugnut to expect you." The minibot nods cautiously, and Starscream doesn't even let the bot say anything before putting a pretty claw to his temple, "Lugnut, we're sending Shockwave's little bot. Keep an optic on him, won't you?" The seeker gestures at the door with a flourish, and an arch look at the minibot, "Get going. You know the way to Lugnut's room, I am sure. He's just down the hallway." The seeker turns and kisses Megatron before he can offer Sweetspark an escort.
When he's let up again, the minibot has already left the room, and Megatron pinches a wingtip sharply in punishment. "There was a reason I did not wish to send him to Lugnut."
Starscream grinds his sparkplates against Megatron's chest, writhing like a wanton pleasurebot waiting to have his aching spark sated. "I do not care," the seeker purrs, digging his claws into Megatron's sparkplates, trying to pry them open.
He catches his bots servos, pulling them up to kiss, "He lost a sparkling, Starscream. I had informed him of Lugnut and Strika are going to be with sparklings. He was upset, if not visibly so. It was, however, obvious to me that he was trying to hide that sadness from me."
His seeker pauses, looking over at the door. "... If I had known, I wouldn't have sent him away." Starscream returns focus to him, optics dim, "But he suggested it himself. I will say that frees us to bond... beloved."
His backstrut shudders with want. He has not had his second in command say that to him without sarcasm dripping from his voice. He's looking forward to this even more now.
Lugnut taps his pincers together nervously, not really sure how to feel about the fact that he's suddenly taking care of the minibot. He has been avoiding the little bot. Just out of courtesy to Shockwave. The frustrating bot leaves Strika alone, so he was planning on doing the same to Sedan.
It doesn't look as if he'll be given the chance to do that now, however. Not when the adorably tiny bot is coming to him, and Lugnut will not be able to resist the urge to sweep the tiny thing into his arms and squeeze him and cuddle him and-
No, Lugnut, you must be firm, he imagines he hears Megatron's voice. Megatron's voice is his inner guide on how to behave, and he cannot disobey his master. You may not cuddle the little minibot and pet his adorable little crests and you may certainly not give his tiny aft a squeeze.
Lugnut straightens, firming his resolve. He will not act shamelessly. He will not cuddle the little bot and he will not kiss the poor thing. Even if the minibot is surely missing kisses, what with the mouthless drone-face that Shockwave has.
There's a knock on the door, and when it opens, the minibot peeks in adorably, visor blinking cautiously. "General Lugnut?"
He straightens up in the chair, "Yes, Sedan? Come on in."
The little bots peds are cautious as they slide along the floor, "I am to be watched by you. Is there anything specific I'm not to do?"
Lugnut taps his pincers together again, ducking his head shyly. He wants to scoop the minibot up so badly. "You may not touch the holo-pictures, and you may not go into our berthroom, but otherwise you are free to do as you please in here. May I ask what that traitor Starscream was doing that required you to leave?"
The minibot bites his lip, as if unsure of what to say. "He . . he proposed a bond to Megatron, and Megatron accepted."
He stares at the minibot blankly; that doesn't sound like the seeker at all. "... I see." He didn't, really, but he knows that doesn't really matter. He feels a bit like his spark is breaking from this. He had always kind of hoped that Megatron would get over Starscream and realize that he and Strika had always been completely loyal. They would have happily shared their berth with him, and carry all the sparklings Lord Megatron could ever wish. He realizes his voice is kind of distant as he says, "What a momentous occasion," but he can't help it.
The minibot gives him a nervous look, "Are you... okay, General Lugnut? Should I get you a cube of energon?"
If he wasn't sitting already, he'd have to. "I'm fine." He doesn't care how blatant of a lie that is, he needs to recover.
Sedan moves a tiny bit closer, putting a cautious servo on his knee, "Should I contact General Strika? You look like you need someone here that isn't just me."
Yes. Yes, he needs his beloved Strika here, to comfort him and allow him to weep on her strong shoulders at the fact that the traitor has managed to trick Megaron into a bond! "Please. If you have her frequency, contact her." Lugnut is too distraught to call her himself, well aware that he will begin his sobbing now if he hears her voice over the com. Strika is his strength, and she will understand, but he does not want to embarrass himself in front of Shockwave's minibot.
There is no way of telling how many spying devices the spybot has already installed in him.
The minibot shuffles his peds, "I do not have her frequency. Will you share it with me?"
He looks at the bot, spark upset, but somehow manages to beam it over. "Yes, there. Just be polite to her."
The minibot gives him a blank look, then nods once after a long moment. "Of course." The adorable bot puts an equally adorable servo to his temple, "General Strika? ... Sedan, General Strika, and General Lugnut gave it to me. ... I do not know. He requested that I ask you to come here. He is not well, and I do not wish him hurt." There's a pause to listen followed by a tiny little sigh, "Of course, General Strika. I would not dream of it." The bot puts his servo down, and looks at him with a very blank look, "She is coming, General Lugnut. Will you please tell me why she thinks I am trying to hurt you emotionally?"
He blinks down at the tiny bot, "You are Shockwave's. Shockwave dislikes me as much as I dislike him."
"I may be his, but I am not him." Sedan smiles. "I bear you no ill-will. I have no talent in emotional manipulation." He tips his head to one side, "Although I do have some practice in keeping a bot from becoming too violent in the berth. It only rarely works." The minibot rubs his sparkplates absently, and Lugnut gives up and pulls the minibot into his arms. Having a bot to cuddle is better than having no bot. The minibots voice is low, and comforting, "You must have loved Lord Megatron very much. It must be hard knowing that he is sparkbonding. I am sorry."
Sp- . . spark . .
Lugnut's frame shakes, and he starts sobbing, dropping the minibot to the floor to curl up on himself.
The little minibot pets him on the leg again, trying ineffectively to comfort him. It is a little bit later that his beloved Strika shows up, and she does not take the sight well. "Vhat have you done to my Lugnut, you horrible little bot?"
Sedan goes absolutely still, stiff and nervous next to him. The little bot's voice is nervous, "General Strika. I am glad you are her-"
The little bot is cut off by Strika grabbing him by the side and slamming him down on the floor with one servo, "I vill not listen to lies! You have upset him!" She ignores the tiny bot in the middle of the floor, and kneels next to Lugnut. Her fingers are gentle on his frame, "Oh, Beloved. What has happened?"
"M-master M-Megatron has . . ," Lugnut trails off in a fresh wave of sobs, unable to speak the words.
Strika coos at him and gets one of his access panels on his arm open, linking a cable directly into his systems. /What is wrong, beloved? What has the minibot traitor said to upset you so?/
/Our glorious leader he . . and the traitor. . . Megatron is getting SPARKBONDED!/
He had code-screamed the last bit so loud that Strika jerks back, optics widening from the mental blow. "Oh, Sveetspark," she coos again out loud, rubbing his chest, letting him bury his weeping optics against her. "It's alright, Sveetspark. Are you certain he is getting sparkbonded? Perhaps the little bot lied to you?"
He sobs louder, holding her closely. /No! He had not even realized I would do so badly, beloved!/
She pets him softly on the back, "Are you certain, beloved? Shockvave is very tricky, and his minibot may be the same vay."
/Shockwave would NEVER lie about our lord Megatron choosing to sparkbond! Never!/
Strika pinches him hard. "Do not take that tone vith me. Do you not remember the time that Shockvave told you lord Megatron vas only attracted to bots vith pink paint, and I came back to find you that awful shade that you found laying in the storage area? Shockvave lies, and perhaps he has sent his minibot to lie about this so he vould not have to say it himself."
Lugnut merely weeps, and clutches at Strika for several breems while she calms him with gentle touches, until all that's left of his sobs are a few little hiccups as his venting hitches, and a sniffle here or there. When he finally calms all the way down, he looks up at her, all five optics blinking, "Starscream was the one that commed me to take care of Sedan."
She blinks down at him for a moment, "Vell, think of it like this. Starscream vill no longer be able to be a traitor, beloved. Viz a sparkbond, he is cementing his loyalty in a vay that can never be betrayed."
"Unless that treacherous kite finds a way around the sparkbond!" Lugnut knows the seeker will try, wanting to control the army and not lead as co-commander. Starscream was never content to be second-best at anything. It was obvious that the seeker would try and offline his bondmate. Lugnut would have to be extra-vigilant now.
Strika shakes her head, "No, beloved. Just be calm now. A sparkbonded seeker is a very loyal seeker. They do it so rarely that when they choose to bond, they truly mean it with every bit of their spark. We will not need to fear Starscream's betrayal ever again. To betray Lord Megatron will mean betraying himself."
He isn't sure about that, but Strika does have more experience with seekers that are not Starscream. "If you say so, beloved." He lets her go cautiously, peeking over at her shoulder and optics widening in shock, "Strika! What have you done to him?" The poor minibots shoulder guard is crushed, and the bot is staring up at the ceiling with blank optics. He'd be worried about the tiny thing being offline if he was a darker grey. The light grey almost tricking him for a moment, "You hurt him!"
She gives him a flat look, "He made you upset. I vas no-" She looks over and gasps, "Little bot! Vhy are you still laying there?" She stands up, rushing over and scooping the minibot into her arms, "Vhy are you acting this vay?"
Lugnut looks at the tiny bot nervously, "He was abused before, beloved. Remember?"
The little bot shifts in such a way to provide easier access to his sparkplates, but otherwise doesn't respond. Lugnut takes him from her arms and touches his crushed shoulder guard, which has to be hurting him terribly, crushing in on the tire hidden beneath. There's a tiny flinch, but considering the damage, the bot really should be crying out in pain from it.
Unless Shockwave has numbed his sensors. Or done something else terrible to keep the bot silent even while he suffers.
No. Shockwave loves minibots far too much to have done something so cruel. But then why is the bot being so quiet, and how badly has he been abused in the past to not even whimper at a crushed shoulder guard?
Strika gently removes the shoulder guard, fingers making quick and safe work of it, relieving the pressure. "Little bot, vhy haven't you told us that I damaged you so badly?"
The bot just gives them a very blank look, not saying a thing.
Lugnut exchanges a look with Strika. "I think that we should take him to the medic, beloved. Shockwave is not going to be happy with us. And Lord Megatron isn't, either."
She nods reluctantly, "Yes. That may be for the best, Sveetspark." She adjusts the little bot so he's no longer flashing his sparkplates in that far too distressing way. "Let's get you fixed, Sedan."
The bot curls up in Lugnut's arms, almost affectionately, and Lugnut would think the bot was feeling better if not for the blank expression on his face. Oh, Shockwave is going to be furious with them for injuring and breaking his minibot. Lugnut hopes the bot starts acting normal again before Shockwave returns.
He doesn't want to witness how Shockwave will react when he finds his minibot damaged and learns of Megatron's . . . poor choice in bonding partners.
No. He should be happy for his Lord, even if the bot he chose was a terrible traitorous wretch.