Chapter Three

[girloz14]

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Title: The Perils Of Being Wanted
Rating: Porn in later chapters
Summary: Kup is a rare bot that can carry sparklings, and now he's stuck with a few hard choices.



He rolls his optics, getting rather tired of this, "You love me. You keep saying this. I don't fraggin' care. You keep saying it, but it continues to be meaningless the more you force me to do things that I have no want to do. Botnapping me isn't a sign of love."

He's given a blank look, and they stop feeding him for a long moment. "What?"

"Botnapping isn't-"

"But it is. You take the things you love and make them yours, or you protect them. We took you to protect you from the foul Autobots who sought to use you as a sparkslave for any bot that would have you." Spectro kisses his cheek sweetly, "Even if you go to Lord Megatron, he will only share you with his favorite generals, and the normal mechs and femmes of the army will never lay a servo on your chassis. He protects what is his."

He frowns, "It isn't protection. I was going to go to Ultra Magnus, and then you botnapped me."

He's given a kiss on the cheek by Spyglass before the bot starts feeding him again, "If you had wanted to be with the Magnus, you wouldn't have been hiding under an old heating blanket that I hadn't been able to replace since you hid it in your subspace. You would have been in his arms and letting him kiss you like he so wanted to."

"If you had waited a single sol, I would've been doin' exactly that. Fraggers just modded me. It takes time to get used to mods. You'll forgive me fer not hoppin' right inta Ultra Magnus's berth." What he wants... what Kup wants most of all is to go back in time and tell himself to shut the frag up during the council meeting. Then he'd be back at home with his aching joints and his creaky armor, sipping normal energon while he cursed at the vidscreen for cutting to commercials right when the programs were getting interesting.

Viewfinder moves so he's leaning over him, and touches his faceplates gently. "We're happy you didn't go to Ultra Magnus right away. We love you, and couldn't have saved you if you had just accepted his advances. You are with us now, though, and we won't ever have to worry about losing you. Even if Megatron takes you, we will still be allowed to be with you every so often. Not as much as we'd like, but enough." He's given a soft kiss, "But we were given permission to sparkbond with you. I would love to do that as soon as possible so I won't have to share you with anyone at all. You are ours, and we love you."

Slaggin' creepy stalkerbots. "I don't belong to you. Fragger."

"You have belonged to me since the moment you shot one of my disguised bodies." The mech rests a gentle, patient servo over one of his. "Even if you escape and return to the Autobots to be their sparkslave, you will be mine. I will come for you until my frames are all offline and my sparks are one in the well."

Really fraggin' creepy stalkerbots.

He has another kiss pressed to his mouth, and he is really getting weirded out by how lovesick these bots look. They murmur softly, "You are ours and we are yours. You should realize this. You can-"

He twists, managing to get Spectro to let him go and free an arm, "I can be left alone." He pushes the bots away, and sits up, "I am full, and I'm not fraggin' takin' any more. You need ta stop with the creepy stalker slag. I ain't gonna sparkbond with ya."

"Yet," Viewfinder corrects him peacefully. "You will bond with us eventually, if you do not wish to serve Megatron and all of his generals. Autobots place high value on loyalty. Will you willingly put yourself in Lord Megatron's berth if an alternative is granted to you?"

Kup narrows his optics with hate, "Bonding to one of you is just as much of a treacherous act as bondin' ta any of ya." He wishes he had a cy-gar in his mouth. His fingers... his claws twitch with need.

He's given another kiss, "We recognize that look." He isn't sure if that's a good thing or not, especially when they reach into their subspaces, and start to pull things out. "Normally, we'd have tapered off how many cy-gars we bought you by now, but then we realized that this was happening, and went off and bought you more."

His mouth goes dry, "You... you've been buying me cy-gars?" That would explain why he had more money in his account and why he didn't need to go off and find more. He had just thought he went out and bought some recently, and hadn't remembered. It happens more often than he wants to admit.

"Yes. Cy-gars are very expensive and they don't pay you half of what they should, considering all you've done for them over the vorns." Spectro curls up against him, "We always made sure to buy your favorite brands. Sometimes we bought better ones and wrapped them with the other wrappers so you wouldn't know that you were smoking the best cy-gars available."

He shudders. They could have done anything they wanted to those cy-gars. He would never have known.

They take out various boxes, and gently push them at him, "Choose which one you want."

He looks away, knowing he isn't really addicted anymore, it is just his processor saying he should have something in his mouth, even if he doesn't need the chemical. What better way to quit than by refusing the ones offered by Decepticons? "Frag off."

He's kissed softly, "So you're quitting then? How wonderful. It will be better for the sparklings if you don't smoke. We can celebrate with a cube of high grade."

He thrusts his servo forward and plucks one at random, shoving it in his mouth, cursing when a sweep through his subspace reveals that his lighter is gone. He should have expected that.

Spyglass holds up a lighter, the end flickers with flame, "We are happy with you smoking as well. We want you happy, Kup. The sparklings will be better if you do not smoke, but if you don't mind spreading your cy-gar addiction to them, you can continue."

Kup curses, getting one good vent full of smoke before he pulls out his cy-gar and crushes it under his ped.

Fragging manipulative glitches.

They each kiss him, one at a time and quickly before he can think to shove them away, "We're glad you're thinking of that, Kup." They flicker their optics at him, "Would you like to watch the vidscreen with us? We have all of your favorite shows in collection." They give him far too sly smiles, "No commercials you have to sit through just when the program gets good."

Frag. Why do they have to know him so well? It isn't fair knowing exactly what a bot wants and constantly giving it to him. He's going to have it all yanked away and just be used as a sparkling carrier. He doesn't want this emotional component from his botnapper.

Kup smiles at them, then grins a bit forced, "Yes. I'd love to watch something on the vidscreen." Hopefully the bots would end up distracted and he could knock all three of them out. At this point, his best hope for escape is likely sneaking a drug of some sort into their energon. He can get the energon easily enough, but it's gonna be hard getting the drugs, and harder to make all three drink at once.

They beam at him, positively beam. If they had lights on their frames, he would be afraid of getting blinded. "Good!" He's tugged from the floor and pulled to a couch, "What ones would you like to watch?"

He pulls the cloak around himself, warming himself up and guarding himself from unwanted touches, "I dunno. I have no clue what you even ha-"

"We can watch Nuts and Wires, if you want. We really like that one."

He's not really sure why they would be, since it is an old war drama series that he always tries to catch when there are reruns on the networks, not really something a /Decepticon/ would like. "Sounds good."

"We'll start with our favorite story arc," the bots say enthusiastically, curling up on the couch, tugging a heating blanket over all of them, a bowl of tiny, fluffy energon sweets materializing from one of their subspaces as another body finds the controls and brings up the vid. Kup wonders which part is their favorite. Maybe one of the scenes where the Autobot stand-ins are offlined in a battle.

But it's not that at all.

Instead, it's an episode that Kup barely remembers. One of the side-arcs that he never got all that interested in. The program hadn't referred to them as Autobots or Decepticons, but it was clear that the factions on the shows represented the two groups. An Autobot sciencebot was working in his lab, mixing some chemicals with a little smile on his faceplates.

Reflector sighs happily, putting an energon sweet to Kup's mouth. He eats it very reluctantly, but allows the mech to feed him. He's still very full from all the whipped energon they shoved down him already, and more is just going to make him overcharged. He's not sure how he feels about this arc so far, since the 'Con seems so enthusiastic about it.

He's really not sure when the Autobot scientist gasps at a sound, and looks around, calling out questions about who is there. He thinks he can tell where this is going, especially when there's a looming dark shadow all around the mech, menacing music playing.

He wishes that Reflector would stop sighing like a lovesick turbofox.

The Autobot scientist screams as a large Decepticon tankbot comes forward, and the screen goes dark. Normally there would have been a commercial break there, but instead the show skips forward to the next scene, where the Autobot onlines in a small, dark place. The only light in the room comes from the bot's own spark, and the sciencebot keens as he realizes his sparkplates have been removed.

Reflector sighs happily, and Spectro's servo slides over Kup's plates speculatively, "Do you think we should have removed these? It's more romantic."

Oh Primus, this is not good at all. He slaps the servo away, tugging his cloak over his plates to hide them a little better, "Frag off. I'm not going to-"

They nuzzle him, "You're right. We don't want them gone, since it may interfere with your ability to pick up the charge from our sparks when we bond, and we don't know if it stops you from having sparklings or not."

He glares, "I'm not fraggin' bonding with you. You need ta-" He's cut off by the sound of a door slamming open on the vidscreen.

The tankbot comes hulking in, touching the scientist all over his truckbot frame, making appreciative sounds. The 'Con talks about how he'd been watching the scientist for awhile, and only now decided to make him his, and he didn't care that the leader of his faction didn't approve.

Kup is suddenly very happy that Reflector gave a frag that Megatron had to approve of his botnapping first, or he knows he'd be in the same boat as that scientist. At least now he has more of a reason to be wanted other than creepy Decepticon being obsessed.

And then the Decepticon opens his sparkplates on the screen and the screen goes dark, saving the viewers from having to watch the sparkrape.

Reflector sighs sadly this time, "It was always disappointing that they chose to not film this scene. You learn so much by seeing how the captive reacts to having his spark fragged."

Kup shudders, and looks away. The main plot is taking over on screen again, soldiers advancing through an apparently deserted city, but the camera cuts to red optics peering out from behind a wall to let the audience know that Decepticons are lurking nearby. Kup tries to focus on that instead, but even the delicious battle that ends with all the 'Cons offline doesn't make up for the poor Autobot captive when the story joins up with him again.

The sciencebot is curled up in one corner of the cell, his spark bruised, paint scraped over his plates. The Decepticon is recharging beside him. Kup cheers the bot on when the Autobot grabs a sharp piece of rusted scrap metal from the floor of his cell and stabs the Decepticon through the chestplates. Reflector shudders beside him, frames heating up.

The bots rub his side, murmuring softly, "You would do that to us, wouldn't you? Attack us in the middle of the night? We'd love it if you would."

He gives the bots a blank and horrified look, "There's somethin' wrong with you if ya think that's romantic." Decepticons are insane.

The bot kisses him, optics dim and wanting, "Will you strip us of our armor and use our sparks? We'd love it if-"

He pushes Viewfinder away, the bot getting far too close, "Frag off."

"You keep telling us that," Viewfinder says sadly, stroking his armor. "Oh, shh, the best part is about to happen," the Reflector triplets focus their optics back on the screen, trembling with anticipation. Kup is almost afraid to look, but he does.

The Autobot scientist is running through the halls, panicked, and he runs straight into another Decepticon, who catches him in one servo, lifting him up to inspect him. "What a pretty mech you are. Whose berth did you escape from, pretty toy?" The bot starts rubbing the Autobot's spark, and then-

His servo explodes off, spattering the bot with energon, and the Autobot falls to the floor with a shriek. The first tankbot is standing there, energy cannon smoking with heat, his optics the bright, enraged red of a branded bot in a fury. "Keep your servos off of my truckbot."

Reflector sighs happily, holding him tightly as the tankbot on the screen picks up the scientist, and walks off, the screen going dark. It starts up again with another scene, focusing on the soldiers, and Reflector kisses him. "I would keep you safe like that. Shoot all the bots that tried to take you from me. If only you'd let me. I can not protect you from Megatron if he demands you, and you are not sparkbonded to me."

He feels rather ill. His tank is churning at the very thought of how Reflector thinks this is romantic. They may have shown the 'Con not to be absolutely disgusting, since the bot didn't drag the second 'Con in to help abuse the scientist, but that doesn't make what the tankbot did okay. Not by any means.

Reflector kisses him, placing an energon sweet at his mouth, "We won't let your spark get bruised, either. We'll take care of you."

Kup just stays quiet, and continues to watch the episodes of the show. It's some time before they get back to the captive sciencebot again, and this time, he's in a berthroom, laying on a comfortable metal mesh, the tankbot smiling at him. "I'm sorry that Steelblades touched you, Sunnyside. I won't let it happen again." The bot touches his chassis and carefully wipes paint away from his chest.

The Autobot just curls up on himself, trying to protect his spark. "I want my sparkplates back."

"You're not getting them," the Decepticon murmurs, and Kup wonders why he doesn't remember this arc. The sudden explosion that rocks the base and has the Decepticon jerking off the berth, rushing for the door reminds him.

He does remember this part. He'd missed quite a few episodes, and had been confused by the fact that the attack on the 'Con base had involved a little Autobot sciencemech attacking 'Cons inside the base without any sparkplates on.

He turns away when Reflector tries to kiss him, cheering the truckbot on as he escapes the chains he was attached to in the berth. He ignores how Reflector keeps making distressed sounds every time Sunnyside attacks a Decepticon. He's glad that he can properly appreciate when the truckbot slips past the tankbot's servos, and the dramatic music that plays.

When the episode ends with the sciencebot getting temporary plates, he feels wonderfully vindicated. He knows he can escape this, even if it will be a little difficult.

Reflector makes sad sounds, but just cuddles against him, "Such a sad ending for the arc."

He remembers the rest of the show. That sciencebot ends up concocting a chemical weapon to be use against the Decepticons. He ends up bonding to a femme cyclebot who likes the way he moves his hips.

Kup leans back, satisfied that Reflector won't get to enjoy some twisted Decepticon romance.

"I don't like the rest of the show." Spectro turns the screen off. "We're going to watch something else now. I think we should watch Shambles." Which was a Decepticon-produced program that was banned on all Autobot networks.

"No."

Reflector kisses him, optics dim, "Yes. You'll like it. You've never seen it, and I think you should. You can see how much I love you, then."

This does not speak well for the show. At all. "No."

His neck cabling is nipped and one of the bodies goes up to deal with the vidscreen. "Yes. It has all the various romances, and even has an adorable little turbofox that wobbles everywhere he walks. I'm certain that you'll love it, there's a truckbot that is with a tankbot, and-"

He frowns, just realizing something, "You are a tank, aren't you?" He hadn't noticed because Reflector must be a gestalt, and doesn't show any of the classic signs of being a tank at all.

"Yes, I am. I can transform individually, but my pieces are not separately mobile." Reflector starts the program, which has a very cheerful opening song. It doesn't even sound Decepticon, although it's obvious that all the actors are.

It's also obvious that the writer of the show had a massive crush on Megatron, because one of the main characters looks like the Decepticon leader, except in different paint colors and slightly altered armor. And all the bots want to frag him, including the slutty seeker stand-in for Starscream.

He tries to stand up to get away, but gets pulled back down. "Let me go, fragger. I want to leave. I'm not fraggin' watching this. I'm not gonna watch your propaganda."

The bots give him a confused look, and Viewfinder sits down, facing him, and straddling his legs so he's effectively pinned while not actually being held down at all now. "What propaganda? This is just a show, Kup. You will get to see how we deal with romance, even if it is in a highly dramatic way." The bot nuzzles him, nibbling on his neck and saying at the same time, "We may as well call what you love watching propaganda. It has Autobots all over doing Autobot things."

"Nuts and Wires isn't a fragging love ode to Ultra Magnus. This... this abomination is all about fragging Megatron. Literally."

They frown at him. "It is not. Gigatron finds love with his second in command after the first season, and then the focus shifts to other characters. We could jump straight to their stories if you like, but it's more entertaining if we don't. Gigatron plays an important role later."

He makes a face, "I don't want to watch it at all. I..." He searches for anything else he can do other than this. "I want to take a shower."

When their optics light up, he realizes that wasn't exactly the best thing to say at all.

He's tugged out of the couch, and the cloak stripped from his shoulders, along with the chestwrap. "Let's get washed up, then! We'll help you with that. You always end up missing so many parts when you wash, so we'll be able to help you. We have a solvent pool, not a big one, but one that you and one of my bodies can fit in together. We'll clean you up."

"Pervbots," he mutters. "I'll... if you force it, I'll wash with one of you. Not the rest. Got it? I'm not letting you cram your frames into a tiny pool. One of you can."

The three stare at each other. "Viewfinder will wash with you."

He's pretty sure that Viewfinder is the dominant personality, as much as any of the three are dominant, because the bot has the lens on his chest. Kup slips into the washrack and stares at the solvent pool, which really is fragging tiny. No way all four of them would fit in there, not unless two of them sat on the others' laps.

He's pulled into the pool with Viewfinder, and he sighs in bliss to find out that the solvents are heated. Been fraggin' forever since he was able to sit in a heated solvent of any sort, much less a pool. He can even accept the fact that he's being tugged into the 'Con's lap.

Viewfinder kisses him gently, rubbing a cleaning cloth over his frame, "We wish that you were still unmodified, Kup. We like a nice smooth waist to touch."

He frowns, pushing the bot, "Thanks for remindin' me that I'm in a fraggin' femme frame."

"If you bond with us, we will make sure that you are modified back to the way you once were. If you do not... well, Megatron enjoys slim waists. Especially on truckbot models. He has been eyeing the Primes that Ultra Magnus surrounds himself with for some time now. The old mech is a terrible lech. Surely a few of those Primes would welcome Megatron's touch."

They were Primes. They'd sooner welcome a metalloviper into their berth. At least the viper was less likely to brand them as Decepticons after a single frag.

He's nibbled on again, and the Reflectors all sigh happily, "We love you."

He shudders, pushing the bot away, "No. You don't get to say that when we're sitting like this. You can just fraggin' clean me and not say a damn thing about how you love me or you want my spark or anythin' like that. You aren't-"

He's kissed, "If that's what you want. We can talk about how we want you to want our sparks. We are still very much for playing Autobot and Decepticon. In whatever roles you want."

It's his only fragging chance. "Fine. I'll play with you. But I'm gonna be the 'Con and you bots can be the Autobot captives. I'm gonna need stasis cuffs for you three."

They narrow their optics. "We will agree to cuffs for you, sweetspark, but not stasis cuffs."

That was fine. He could get them restrained without having to knock out their systems. Give himself enough time to lock them in the berthroom and make some comcalls for help. "All right. Deal." He could always force two of them to lick each other's sparks and occupy the third with a mouthclamp or something.

They all press kisses to his frame, "We're so glad that you're willing to try this! We'll be sparkbonding in no time at all!"

He's not going to be fragging them at all, so he severely doubts that. "If ya say so."

He is moved a little and his back, right under his kibble where he can never reach, is scrubbed, "We'll clean you first. We want you to look your best for this. It really is too bad that you wouldn't do this when you damaged Spectro. He was perfectly damaged, just ripe for you to kick around and use as hard as you want."

"I broke one of his optics," he says, disgusted, and the triplets shiver.

"And you gave him mild processor damage. It was so very hot. His spark was pulsing for you. You'll find out just how hot we get when we're roughed up." The bot caresses his sparkplates. "We will find out all of your kinks eventually, darling. What filthy Autobot things do you like doing in the berth?"

He is already regretting agreeing to playing the 'facing game, even if he's not going to be fragging the bot at all. "I don't have any ki-"

He's licked, "You like to play with your tires when you self-service. We had wondered why you never touched your chamber walls, but now that we know they were fake, we bet you would love it if we nibble and tease at your chamber. Licked the sparkling attachments over and over."

He doesn't like how his spark heats up at the thought of it. He shoves the bot away, shaking his head, "No."

"No? I think you'll change your mind when you've got us at your mercy," Spyglass purrs in his audio, leaning down by the pool to lick at his helm, nibbling on the sensitive fins. Kup squirms a bit, trying to avoid the licking, but doesn't manage it. Viewfinder holds him firmly in place while the other bodies come in close, licking both sides of his helm, stimulating the sensors there.

"F-fragger," he hisses, feeling his spark heating up against his will.

Viewfinder teases his wheel, optics dim, "We still need to put your proper wheels on. What was the council thinking, doing this to you? You're a truckbot, and should have a nice sturdy set of wheels. You could pop these if you aren't careful."

He is rapidly becoming overstimulated. He hasn't had anyone touch him like this in... forever. He's just not used to it. No one wants a wreck of a bot like him, and here are fragging triplets telling him how much they love and want him while playing with sensitive bits of his frame. "Fr-frag off."

"You know," Viewfinder polishes his chest glass carefully, "from now on, whenever you tell us to frag off, I think we should consider it an invitation to frag you. How does that sound?" The mech gently flicks his tires, squeezing the rubber. The supple, thin tires send bolts of pleasure down his frame, and Kup grunts, pushing his plates against Viewfinder's polishing rag. "I think you like that idea."

"F-frag o-... Frag..." Kup curses, and pushes at the servos, "Fragging stop."

They rub at his plates, "But you rev so /loudly/ for us. Your spark heats against our frames. We can frag right here. You can take our sparks one at a time, and we can climb into the solvent pool with you. You can choose which one you want, and just exchange when you want another."

He frowns, "We aren't doin' that. At all. I'm just not interested in ya like that."

They tease at his frame, "Are you sure? We can turn on the massaging jets in the solvents."

"I wanna," he swallows around a dry intake, "I wanna have you pretend to be Autobots. And I'll be a Decepticon and I'll... take yer sparks."

They shiver with anticipation, their optics widening and brightening, servos sliding over his wet chassis.

He slips out of the solvent and stands in front of a drying vent, letting the heated air evaporate the remaining solvents on his frame. They come up behind him nuzzling his frame, and Kup pushes them away. "Go. Go to the berthroom. I'll... burst in on you. Like the 'Con in Nuts and Wires."

They all look excited, then pause. Spyglass cuddles up to him and they say, "One of us has to be with you, but you can put these on him." A pair of cuffs is handed to him, and he's kissed, "We'll be there for you. Waiting and wondering what you're doing with our brother. You can rough him up." He's licked by Spyglass, the bot's optics dim, "Hit me hard."

He shudders in disgust, "No. You two go, and I'll do this." He was kinda hoping that they'd all just wait in the room, and he could possibly barricade them in. Not have to deal with the bizarre 'facing games. Now he has to pretend, and he was never good at the covert kind of operations.

Spyglass is venting hard, looking at him with fogged optics as the other two leave, "Will you use my spark first? Shove me down and use me before we go in?"

Kup coughs, and tries to get in the role enough that they'll believe him. "Why... why would I do that, Autobot? Give your brothers long enough to run away? I don't think so. You can't distract me with yer body. I'm gonna have all of you." He shoves Spyglass against the wall hard enough to dent his armor, and the mech's engine roars, the bot rocking his chest up against him eagerly.

Like some cheap prostibot.

He flips the bot over, making the bot whine unhappily as his chest is shoved against the wall. He yanks the bot's arms back, cuffing them solidly, and tugs him against him. Spyglass is panting, hot and hard, chestplates already cracked. He keeps from rolling his optics, and jams his claws into the slit, tugging on one plate meanly, "Already open, eh? I'm surprised you aren't begging me for it."

Spyglass arches into the touch, venting harshly, "N-no. Oh... No! Don't do that!" Kup is glad that it sounds absolutely unconvincing, or he'd feel absolutely filthy as he did this. He doesn't want to play at sparkraping any bot, no matter what. The fact that Spyglass is protesting like he is trying not to yell out 'Use me hard' makes him feel better.

A little bit better, but not much.

"You can either shut yer mouth or I can shut it for ya," Kup growls, shuddering as he reaches into Spyglass's subspace, violating the mech to pull out a mouthclamp. "Oh, look at this, you kinky fragger. It's like you want a big, bad 'Con to come and take advantage of you." It's an adjustable one, and to Kup's dismay, it's currently set at his size. He adjusts it up and fits it in Spyglass's mouth. Filthy open-mouthed clamp.

He shoves Spyglass forward, "Show me where your brothers are hiding, and I might have some mercy on them."

Spyglass revs loudly, stumbling a bit, and making him catch the bot. The triplet makes a tiny happy sound, licking his lips and looking at him with happy optics. It almost makes him feel bad for what he's planning, since he's going to be breaking their sparks to do it.

Almost.