Chapter Five

[girloz14]

Typewith: http://typewith.me/PercyIsConfusedByRodimus

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.



When he onlines, he is not the least bit surprised to find himself cuddled snugly between two of Reflector's bodies. He isn't sure which they are, since his optics are having a little trouble focusing, but the heat is more than enough to make him want to just snuggle back down and recharge again.

He forces himself to sit up.

The online body is watching him, sitting in a chair close to the berth. He thinks it's Spyglass, since the bot has neither lens nor chestwrap. "Did you want something?"

Spyglass's optics dim, and he looks at Kup's sparkplates. "You know what we want." The servos on his frame suddenly become heated, rubbing at sensitive places. "You promised us something, and we intend to collect on that promise." The mechs push him down, and slowly rub at his sparkplates. "Open for us."

He tries to move away from their servos, "I promised nothing, fragger. I said I was most likely going to sparkbond with you. There was no pro-"

They kiss him, glossa shoved in demandingly, "You are going to bond with me. I love you, and you will never regret it. We will not share you around with any bots, even if we were not sparkbonding. We will keep you safe. You will never be hurt or-"

He pushes the bots off of him. "I don't fraggin' want you to keep forcing me. I'm gonna keep refusing you if you keep pushing me."

He's nuzzled, "We will always be there to save you."

"I don't need savin'." He's not a damsel in distress. He's not some helpless mech in a tower, waiting for a femme to come and rescue him. Kup can save himself when he needs rescue, or he'll count on his loyal Autobot allies. Not some spybot pervert who wants to sparkbond with him against his will.

He wants to smack some sense into the bot, but he's pretty sure it would just make Reflector rev again.

"Should you need us, we will be there. Always. Watching you."

Creepy fragger.

"What if I don't want you watchin' me all the time like a crazy stalkerbot?" Kup feels the rising need to smash them in the optics until they're offline and he can fly this ship to safety.

"We did not watch you in that megacycle you wanted alone, Kup." They nuzzle him, "You are allowed some privacy. We did not watch you when you went in to routine medical procedures."

He shudders, "And you watched me in the washrack and while I was self-servicing. I bet you only didn't watch the medical procedures because they have no fraggin' windows in the private rooms."

They pout at him, "Well, yes, but that doesn't matter. We let you have some privacy. We needed to make sure you were cleaning yourself properly, and know how to best fix your damaged spark." He's kissed on the shoulder, and his tires are rubbed lovingly, "We wish you had realized that we had given you chestwraps. It would make fixing it so much easier."

"My spark doesn't need fixing." Kup crosses his arms over his chest. "Here, I'm making an ultimatum for ya. Every time you talk about saving me or fixing my spark or the creepy watching you get up to, I'm gonna add a full megacycle to how long you've gotta wait before I agree to frag ya."

The bots frown, "I don't like that. It is very unfair of you, Kup. You pride yourself on being a just Autobot, but there is no justice in this. It only serves to make us all miserable, denying us overloads." Gentle servos slip over his plates in a seductive manner. "You should stop teasing us this way. It is very cruel of you. We want your spark. You should open to us and let us please you."

Kup clucks his glossa, "And a megacycle added for each time you try and swindle your way into my berth."

Reflector makes a distressed sound, then stands up, taking him with. "We are going to go watch Sha-"

He shakes his head, "No fraggin' way. I'm not watchin' Shambles. We can watch something else."

The bot frowns, "Fine." He is pulled out of the room, "We can play a board game. Or you can look through everything that we have, and you can choose something there to watch."

He lets himself get put in the couch, curling up in his cloak, "What board game?" He perks up a bit, "Conquest? I'd like that. I could-"

They walk over to a cupboard, pulling out the box, "Yes. What one do you want to play as?"

"I play yellow or red," Kup's a soldier, through and through, and he's not one to play the more peaceful pieces, or the other tactics. It's combat for him. He leaves the more strategic resource management to the bots trained to deal with it.

"Then I will play green. I have a preference for playing with resources." Reflector takes the green chips for himself, setting them out on the board. "Do you wish for all three of my frames to play, or will it be a one-on-one game?"

Kup has no chance if they all play against him. He's not Ultra Fragging Magnus who plays Conquest at tournaments and wins playing fragging white. He's not an expert at this game by any means. "One-on-one. And if I catch you cheating and looking at my cards with your other bodies, I'm gonna claim a win right away."

They smile, "We could play cards up."

He glares, "No. We'll play it how it should be played." He knows that the bot just wants to do that to be able to play against him, and cuddle him. He's not playing this at all if that's happening.

Reflector sighs dramatically, "I suppose that we'll just have to live with sitting by ourselves."

"Damn straight you are," he grumps, crossing his arms as he watches the bot set everything up. "I'd just beat you right away if the cards are face up, anyway."

"I am certain you would, Kup. After all, you have played several games with Ultra Magnus, and he is reigning champion at Conquest. Surely you must have learned quite a bit from those games."

He'd learned almost nothing, and they'd been terribly awkward group affairs. Ultra Magnus occasionally liked calling up various guardbots and 'rewarding' them with a game night and a cube of high grade. Kup always appreciated the high grade, but the Conquest games he could have done without. The guards had made the mistake of asking Ultra to play a color other than white once, thinking it would put him at a disadvantage and give them a shot-and Ultra Magnus had proceeded to win the game with yellow in less than a breem.

He'd been asked to stay behind a few times, but he knew that just meant going straight to the Magnus's berth. It had been nice to think that the Magnus wanted him like that, but he was only ever invited when there were either several other guardbots going in, or when the others declined. Even if he hadn't been hiding his carrier status, he would have refused.

Bot's gotta have some pride, and being used as the last option or just to pile more bodies in wasn't something he wanted ever.

Even if one time he had been asked first.

He's glad he turned that down, though. That had turned into a pile of bots, and he still wasn't going to get into that.

When he'd been asked... Ultra hadn't even known his name. Kup didn't want that. He wants a bot who wants him with all of their spark. Not a mech who barely knew who he was. Kup had been almost glad to be deployed back then, and to be given assignments far away from Autobot Command for a while. Even if he had to undergo a very thorough, uncomfortable scan afterwards. Groping medicbot servos were a fair price to pay for the invitations to the games dropping from once a stellar cycle to once a vorn.

He sighs, and stares down at his starting cards and resource chips. At least he has enough starting fuel to buy himself a few more armies.

Reflector hums softly across the table from him, "If I tell you that we love you, will you be adding another megacycle?"

He glares, "If you're gonna say it all the fraggin' time, yes. If ya... If ya keep it to a reasonable level, ya can." He hates allowing it, but he's not going to be needlessly cruel. If he had a bot he wanted, and couldn't have, he'd feel horribly restricted on not being able to say he loves him and he's courting them. And this is what Reflector is doing. Courting him. In that bizarre Decepticon way. Only less dangerously.

He's glad the bot hasn't removed his tires or taken his sparkplates.

"We love you." Reflector moves his chips across the board, claiming a new piece of land, frowning when he takes the resource card for it. Kup learned one thing from Ultra Magnus's games-never trust the expressions of the other players.

Of course, he'd learned that playing less than legal card games in the bars on Cybertron and the various backwaters he'd been stationed on over the decavorns. The kind that he'd get sanctioned for if any bot knew he'd been playing them while he was technically on duty. He's fraggin' glad he hasn't been to any recently. Reflector shouldn't know about them. "Just fragging play the game."

The mech gives him a shy smile, incredibly out of place on the larger Decepticon frame, "We are. We just want-"

He glares, "If you don't play, I'm just goi-"

The bot puts down a single card, moving his piece and settling a few more on the board. "There. You should take all the time you need. We'd love it if you-"

He slams his card down, moving his own piece, and placing other armies. "Your turn," he growls.

They sigh, "So this is how you want to play it." The bots settle in for a faster game, one without much talking.

Which is just what Kup prefers.

He lies on the bots's laps, letting them rub his frame. "We love you."

He mainly wishes they'd shut up. They aren't saying it a lot, but whenever he thinks they're going to let it go, they say it. "We're watching your fraggin' show. Shut up."

"But it's one of the filler episodes." Viewfinder tips his head towards the screen. "See? It's just some nonsense about Stormwings trying to find a part-time job to earn some extra credits to buy a gift for Blazer. As if the tankbot even wants anything other than a piece of Storm's aft for his gift."

Kup rubs his optics. "I... really don't understand why you love this program. It's fragging crazy." Even if the stupid turbofox was pretty adorable every time he shambled onto the screen and wobbled his way from lap to lap. Kup bets a ton of 'Cons went out and adopted turbofoxes after this program came out. He hopes they all got vicious ones that gave them cyber-rabies.

He's given a kiss, "It is a good way to show how much I love you."

After watching this, he's going to have to agree with that. The mech is almost Autobot in his courting in comparison to most of these fraggers. He may have been botnapped, but the mech isn't sparkraping him over and over to prove he's 'loved.' He's being allowed to just stay like this and not get forced into anything. He isn't sure if that's just because he's a carrier or not.

With that in mind, he asks, "Does this show have a bot that's a carrier?" He'd like to know how he's treated if there is one. It would give him an idea what is going to happen to him.

Reflector shakes his head, "Carriers are too rare, and they wouldn't dare upset the Allspark with the idea of false sparklings."

He's not sure if he should be upset by that or not. He'd have liked to see some insight into how 'Cons treat carriers. "Can I access your com to research some things?"

Reflector tips his helm up and looks in his optics. "Will you be using it for nefarious purposes? Trying to contact Cybertron or any other Autobots?"

"No." He's already tried that a couple times now and it's never worked. Never fragging worked at all. He just gets little messages scolding him for trying to escape Reflector's clutches. And another energon delivery place.

They turn off the vidscreen, letting him go, "If that's what you want." They watch him walk over to the com, and ask, "What are you researching? You could just ask us and see if we know."

He shakes his head, "No. I wanna do this." He doesn't know if the mech is treating him how a normal carrier is treated, or specially. If he's being treated specially, he... he'd very likely open up right then. It would mean that Reflector does give a frag about him, and isn't just saying it to make him want to sparkbond.

He doesn't know how he feels about that.

But he can't let the mech direct his search, or the results will be invalid. He flips through files apparently at random, trying to keep the spybot from realizing that he's downloading information into a file for later. It's useless, because Viewfinder comes up behind him, optics narrowed, snatching the controls away from him. "You are hiding files away from me. I do not like this. What are you trying to-" the bot stops, and examines the files, "Decepticon carriers? You're researching other carriers?"

Kup grasps at that, "Yeah. I want to know who they are. How many there are." How they're treated.

The mech's larger arms wrap around him, and he's kissed on the helmet, "There is no exact number. All of the ones that are known are sparkbonded, and we don't know about the rest." He's nuzzled, "I can look up who all the known ones are if you want, but it isn't really something that important."

He frowns, "I'd like to know who they are, anyway."

The tankbot nods, humming agreeably. "Anything for you, Kup." The mech reaches over, typing in a few things, "Here is a list of the known carriers. Is there anything else that you need?"

"No." He can look up media portrayals of carriers later. He knows that the few times they've been shown in Autobot literature and media, the carriers are always very serene and lovely. They end up bonding right away with a pretty femme and they have oodles of pretty sparklings together. Kup's not going to produce pretty sparklings. His creators had built his sparkling armor to be efficient. Prettiness had nothing to do with it. It was in his CNA, and would be passed to any sparklings he created. Even if the other mech or femme is gorgeous. They're gonna have half their CNA tainted with his codes. Pit of a thing to saddle a sparkling with.

He's kissed on the temple, and Reflector moves away. "It will block you from anything unrelated to carriers. You will not be leaving the ship. I am keeping you with me."

He rolls his optics, pretending to look through the list he was given. "Whatever. I told you I'm researching-"

The bots flicks one of his glossas against his tires, making him yelp in surprise and pleasure. "You did." His aft is squeezed, and the mechs saunter back to the couch. "We'll just watch you from here."

He rolls his optics again, "Whatever."

There are four carriers listed, and one of them is nearly as old as Alpha Trion. A bot who attributes his longevity to fragging often and having so many sparklings. Two dozen sparklings is quite a few, but Kup knows he'll end up carrying more than that to satisfy the council. Or the Decepticons. The others have smaller family sizes. Four or fives sparklings. Most seem to stop having them after that, hiding their equipment away to prevent it from collecting any more charge. He's not going to have that option.

They're all treated well, if a bit hounded by the newsbots.

Can there really only be so few of them? Kup... he can't be wrong about how many carriers there are, can he?

He feels a little sick at the thought of it, really.

He had thought there would be far more than that. He's just a truckbot, and he knows that there should be far more than just him and a few others around.

He's glad he's sitting down, or he'd fall over.

He searches through how they're treated, and it seems like all of them had also been botnapped. Three of them talking about how they had needed to have their sparks convinced that they loved their botnapper. He knows from the show that's code for being sparkraped over and over. The fourth one said that he knocked his botnapper out, then proceeded to use his spark, since it was so romantic to know that a bot wanted him without ever knowing he was a carrier.

The others had gotten exposed before that, and it was only after they had been botnapped.

It makes him sick.

And it reassures him a little that Reflector is treating him better. He's not being forced into sparking, and the bot has thus far stopped short of grinding sparks, even if he has... well, there was that whole spark licking thing that wasn't entirely consensual, but it wasn't bad. He overloaded, and it didn't frighten him or upset him any more than he'd expected fragging a 'Con to upset him.

It's not much of a comfort.

But it's better than nothing.

He shuts down the com, sighing softly. It seems like Reflector is the best option for him. He stands up, wondering if he should try to walk seductively or not. He wants to show Reflector that it is okay to frag him now, but he has no damn clue how to walk like a bot in heels at all. He's just... a old and practical truckbot that got modified all pretty.

He freezes when the com goes off, signaling a call. Reflector curses, and rushes over to the com. "That's Megatron. He's going to want to look at you. He'll be pleased that we haven't 'faced at all, I bet." The mechs sigh, "Most likely going to insinuate that I can't sparkbond because I have three sparks, as well. I know that's the only reason he gave me permission to sparkbond with you. He doesn't think we'd be able to."

"I ain't talkin' to that fraggin' afthead," Kup growls, and then freezes again when he hears a chuckle on the screen behind him.

"You have spirit," Megatron's deep, unforgettable voice purrs, and Kup slowly turns to stare at the console. "I like that. Turn around again. I want a better look at you." He turns his attention briefly to Reflector, "Is he with sparkling yet?"

Reflector sighs sadly, "No, my liege. We have not... we have not interfaced yet."

"The Autobot is saving himself for me?" Megatron's optics dim, and he touches the screen, voice low and commanding, "Open your plates. I wish to see your spark, and the sparking equipment."

"Frag. You." Kup turns away, only to be caught by Reflector's other bodies.

They hold him closely as Megatron chuckles again, "Spectro, open them for me."

Spyglass reluctantly moves his servo over Kup's plates, and the bot murmurs, "Please? Please open up? He will force me to yank you open."

Kup growls angrily, but snaps open. He feels humiliated, this is the second time he's been forced open, and it doesn't get any better the more he does it. Megatron's engine roars, and the bot leans forward, optics hungry. "Perfect. You will be staying in my berth until you spark, then you will be allowed to try out my generals' sparks. Lugnut has a wonderfully warm spark, and any sparklings will do very well against him. You will love it."

"I'd rather shove a metalloviper in yer sparkchamber and watch it offline ya," he hisses, and Megatron's engine roars louder.

"I have changed my mind, Spyglass," Megatron purrs at him. "I do not want you to spark with him. If you frag, you will keep his equipment well-covered when you rub sparks. I want him to carry my sparkling first."

Spyglass and the others tremble with some suppressed emotion, but their voices are perfectly even. "Yes, my liege. It will be as you say."

Megatron smirks, "I will still allow you to try to sparkbond, Reflector, but only all three of you at once. You can not just choose one body and go with that one."

They cuddle close to him, trying to pretend they aren't, "Yes, my lord. We wouldn't dream of locking even one of our frames out of a sparkbond, anyway."

The Decepticon leader barks out a laugh, "Just like I thought." The bot's hungry optics trail along his spark again, "I want him tied up and on my berth the very moment he's on the base."

"Yes, my liege," Spectro says, optics dimmed. "It will be as you say." The console darkens, and Kup turns to him, betrayed.

"What happened to your claims that you would protect me?"

Viewfinder stares at him, "You will not let us interface you. If we do not interface, we cannot attune our sparks, and we will not be able to sparkbond prior to our arrival. I cannot protect you from his berth if you will not-mmph!" the bot's optics widen as Kup tackles him and shoves his glossa in Viewfinder's mouth.

He pins the bot to the floor, straddling his hips and sitting up a bit, "I was already about to tell you that we could get started on that. You are significantly better behaved than any other 'Con that botnapped a carrier, and I was going to tell you that we could 'face. The fact that Megatron won't even allow us sparklings and expects you to not even be able to sparkbond means that we will be doing that as soon as possible."

Viewfinder gives him a lovesick look, "We need to 'face for two decacycles. I want us to be as synced as possible. While also giving us time to get be bonded before we're close to New Kaon. Megatron won't be able to take us apart then."

He rolls his optics, tapping on the mech's plates, "Well, then why aren't you fraggin' open?"

"You," the bot's servos slide up into his sparkchamber, "have your equipment uncovered. We must cover it." They pull a strange set of metal plates from subspace and arrange them inside Kup. "It is a modified version of what the other carriers use to keep from having sparklings when they do not want them. It is important to... mmm," the bot trails off as Kup nips at his neck cabling hard enough to dent it, rocking his spark down on Viewfinder's chest.

"Open the frag up. I wanna have a go at all of yer bodies tonight."

The bot opens instantly, mewling happily as their sparks connect. He curses, not expecting how fantastic it feels. So much better than he remembers, and he can barely think. He clings to the bot, gasping and rocking back and forth, trying to get more contact. Viewfinder's servos grab his aft, and arches into him, "Will… will you use us when we offline?"

He shudders, shaking his head in the crook of the bot's neck, "N-no. No. I'm not a... I'm not a sparkrapist. I won't do it."

They make disappointed sounds, more servos touching and rubbing him, "It isn't that if we want you to do it to us. We'd love to online to you just using us over and over."

"Not... gonna happen," he grits out, grinding down harder on Viewfinder's pulsing spark, biting his neck cabling now, denting as much of it as he can, because each rough press of his mouth has the bot whining and revving under him.

Spectro presses up against his side, and a hot spark rubs against his armor there. Spyglass comes up behind him and Kup flushes with embarrassed heat as the bot rubs his spark on his aft.

"St-stop that."

Spectro nibbles on his tires, and they murmur, "But we love every part of you. Let us worship you properly."

He squirms, trying to get his aft away while still remaining spark to spark with Viewfinder. "N-no. You won't do that. Choose a different part of my frame."

The mech licks him, "How about Spectro rubs his spark on your tires, and we keep doing this? You are so delicious and we want to make sure you get all the best feelings."

He whines, shoving into Viewfinder and gasping in pleasure. "Y-yes. Okay."

Spectro and Spyglass shift so they're both rubbing sparks against his tires and Kup jerks, his spark pulsating wildly at the sudden onrush of pleasure, washing over him like a tidal wave. He overloads helplessly, caught in the waves of charge, gripping Viewfinder far too tight, but the mech enjoys it, and he manages to witness all three frames shuddering in overload at the same moment.

He is rather amazed that he doesn't offline from that, but is surprised to see Spyglass on the ground, completely out of it. He sits up, frowning, "Is that normal?"

He is tugged off of Viewfinder, and set on top of the offline bot, "Yes. You should use his spark now. It will be wonderful."

He glares, "No." He stands up, "I'm going to the berthroom. We can do the rest of this in comfort."

Spectro scoops Spyglass up and drops him on the berth, gently pushing Kup towards him. "You really should use him. We love being onlined that way. It is most erotic."

"Fraggin' not gonna frag you while yer offline," he grouses at them, laying down beside the bot. "Come here, Spectro. Ride my spark. I want a turn under you." And it left less of him vulnerable to their groping and spark rubbing.

Spectro perks up, nuzzling him lovingly, "You remembered which of us is which. You are truly meant to be our sparkbonded."

He mainly remembers because of how Spyglass had been positioned. "Don't count on it happening a lot," he mutters, positioning himself awkwardly into a traditionally sexy pose. "Are you gonna frag my spark or not?"

He is kissed and straddled, "Yes. We will get you attuned to us, and then we will never be apart."

He frowns, "If my sparkling equipment is covered up, how are we going to sync up fast enough?"

"They are special plates. You will still absorb some of our spark energy, but it keeps the levels low enough that sparking is impossible. If we were to keep the equipment off, then without that plating blocking us, we could sync in a decacycle." He looks away, "But Lord Megatron would punish us both for disobeying him. This way will work. It is simply slower."

Gives Kup longer to think about how... he's betraying all that the Autobots stand for, sparkbonding himself to a bot he barely knows.

He's kissed lovingly, and Spectro nuzzles him again, "It just means that we will be 'facing a lot more, and need the full two decacycles. I'd try to pretend that our ship was having engine problems, but that would just mean we get picked up faster."

He lets the mech kiss him along his frame, glossa flicking out to lick him. "If... if you say so." He shifts a bit, hating feeling sorry for himself. "I told you to frag me, didn't I? Why aren't you doing it?" He glares, "Do I need to have Viewfinder use my spark?"

He's kissed possessively, glossa shoved in harshly, "No. We can work through my bodies in whatever order you want. You want this one, so we will do this one."

"Then get a move on it and frag me already. Before I go old and grey."

"You will never go grey as long as we are here," Spyglass whispers in his audio, licking a bit of his helm. He jerks his ped away from Viewfinder's glossa, but the bot only drags it back and licks his heel again. "We have never loved having three frames more than we do now." Spectro pushes his spark down against Kup's, and murmurs a question. "Did you know that we can create hard-light holograms of ourselves?"

He arches up into the spark, holding the bot so tight that he dents from his claws. "N-no. I didn't."

He's licked and nibbled, Spectro pushing him down solidly on the berth, "We can show you when we're done with your spark. I'm sure that you'll enjoy it."

He hooks his free leg around one of Spectro's, panting as his fans work doubletime to lower his heating frame, "Wi-will it help with syncing us?"

"I'm not sure." Viewfinder nibbles on his ped playfully, "but it certainly won't hurt. The holograms are not very smart, but they know how to pleasure a spark and aim a gun."

Kup clutches at Spectro's armor, tugging the mech more firmly against his spark. "Fi-filthy nngh... fraggers."

"Megatron once gave us enough fuel to have our holograms pleasure his generals all at once," Spyglass hums, squeezing a tire. "It was interesting."

He mewls, writhing in pleasure. "M-may end up... offlining after this," he warns.

He's kissed by the identical triplets, Viewfinder still playing with his ped, "That's fine. We'll use your spark while you're offline. You will be able to find out why we want you to use us so very much."

He flinches, "I don't want-"

Spectro nips his neck cabling, "You won't be damaged. We promised to keep you safe. This will help get us synced faster. If we can do this while you're recharging, we may be able to in a decacycle."

There's no way for him to stop them.

"F-fine," he tosses his helm back and offlines his optics, focusing on the heat in his spark. It's so hard not to overload with them grinding and teasing his frame. It's less than a breem later that he's overloading, and this time, it does knock him offline, into a deep, deep recharge.