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Title: Chastity Locks
Rating: M
Summary: Perceptor; his lover away, currently on a mission; Mirage; and the Cybertronian equivalent of a chastity belt. Oh my...
Word Count: 1335
“It was strange, really. I still don't understand exactly what his problem was. Since he came back, we've had the most wonderful times together, but lately he's become rather... Well, I suppose he's moody. He keeps glaring at Smokescreen, Sunstreaker, Ratchet, Wheeljack, and just about anyone who comes near me. Especially Smokescreen.”
Mirage listened quietly and barely restrained his urge to shake his head. Of course, Perceptor, being the most oblivious kind of person, hadn’t even noticed that Smokescreen was flirting with him. Oh, the Datsun was discreet, and one had to be looking to really see ‘underneath the underneath’. Too bad Perceptor’s lover had found out. Perceptor’s possessive lover to be exact.
“Anyway, he’s snapped several times at people. It was so rude of him! I still can’t believe he did that...” Perceptor continued to babble and Mirage’s thoughts drifted away. That’s it, until Perceptor finished speaking.
“... So he had to leave again on a mission yesterday. And things were weird from that moment. When I came out of recharge this morning, he had already left and I found a note laying next to me that said he loved me and, I quote, 'PS: Don't be too angry with me'. I can assure you I'm not angry with him for leaving without even telling me goodbye, I know he can’t always afford that and he hates waking me from recharge for nothing, but really... The strange part is what he did with my bonding ports.”
Mirage cringed, not really wanting to hear more. However, in the back of his CPU, red alerts had started to blare. Perceptor, without noticing his discomfort, continued. “You see, I don’t know how he did it without waking me up, but he seems to have put an extra panel, smaller and thicker, over my bonding ports, between them and the usual concealing panel. And he sealed it with some kind of energy lock...”
Mirage almost choked on his energon. No; it wasn’t possible! Surely, Perceptor would have... He almost kicked himself. Ah, but of course, it was Perceptor he was thinking about; kind, quiet, totally clueless Perceptor, to whom Ratchet had to explain the facts of love less than fifteen vorns before the Ark took off from Cybertron, as the scientist was getting quite annoyed by some groping he found disturbing and inappropriate.
The situation would have been hilarious had the microscope not crashed on the spot, before deciding he had to experience some of this 'interface' thing. On the bright side, many ‘Bots shared a good time.
On the down side, Perceptor almost broke up several couples before he truly understood some things shouldn’t be proposed to a bonded pair. Unless it was for a threesome, of course, but Ratchet, then Wheeljack, Beachcomber, Prowl and Prime had forbidden anyone to even suggest the idea to the gullible scientist.
They later added that Perceptor should be kept away from the Dinobots for the safety of everyone on the Ark; one interface-crazed mech was enough for now, there really was no need to have five giant destructive maniacs as well.
The Decepticons had to be kept away too; nobody wanted to see Perceptor following their enemies home so he could see if there was any difference between interfacing with an Autobot and interfacing with a ‘Con. Fortunately, the idea hadn’t seemed to occur to the microscope yet.
Things had calmed down once Perceptor found a ‘permanent’ lover. Mirage had to admit, it felt right to see them together. But unfortunately, they were fighting a war, and Perceptor’s lover was often sent away on dangerous missions. So the microscope was getting bored, and between two projects, he kept proposing his ‘services’.
It was funny how he could seek an interface partner like that and still be totally unaware of the various attempt to flirt with him that various mechs still made.
Yes, there was still a lot of things Perceptor ignored about love making and his kinks... and the multiple ways to prevent infidelity.
The blue mech smiled nervously. “Perceptor... I know you’re rather new to... ‘intimate relationships’ and what they entail, but to be frank, have you ever heard of chastity locks?” he asked carefully.
“I can’t say I’m familiar with the term,” admitted the microscope with a frown.
Mirage groaned. Why wasn’t he surprised? It looked like he would have to play the teacher, for he doubted Ratchet would like to have to explain that to Perceptor. Worst, with his luck, the CMO would probably tell the microscope to ask Mirage anyway, since he was an ‘expert’.
Well, at least the Rec Room was deserted for now, so there wouldn’t be any other listener...
Mirage glanced at Perceptor briefly and turned his optics toward his half-empty cube. “Ok, listen carefully, because I will not repeat myself. You see, before the war started, nobles on Cybertron weren’t always bonding for love; most of the time, they did it out of duty and for money and fame they could gather by striking a good match. It wasn’t uncommon to see very young mechs with bonded who had thrice their age at the very least. As you can guess, some mechs and femmes were really unhappy with such a bonded and, well, they tried to seek pleasure somewhere else, usually by taking a lover more suited to their tastes,” he begun carefully. Perceptor was listening with attention.
“Some of the nobles turned a blind optics, but others became very jealous and they developed something to stop their bonded to... ‘playing around’. So they created the chastity locks,” he concluded.
“Did you ever wear some?” asked Perceptor with excitement.
“... I’m not going to answer to this question,” said the blue mech with a grimace. “Anyway, chastity locks were used by mechs who wanted their bonded, their 'wife' if you follow the human's logic, to stay faithful to them. For example, if the ‘husband’ had to go on a long trip, he asked his bonded to wear a chastity lock.” Well, he amended himself mentally, forced him would be more accurate. I sure never got the choice myself...
Mirage glanced briefly at his fellow Autobot. The microscope had started to frown. “It wasn’t the only purpose of the locks, though. Nobles also saw the locks as a way to protect the bearer from rape or temptation, and creators saw this as a way to keep their creations ‘virgins’, for lack of better term, until they arranged a bonding ceremony,” continued the spy without flinching, despite the bad memories it brought back. “The one who put the locks on his bonded or creation was the only one who could remove it by flashing his spark signature at the device. This way, no intercourse could occur without the ‘husband’ or ‘parent’’s consent,” he finished.
Perceptor’s optics widened largely. Mirage sighed. It looked like the microscope had finally understood what exactly his lover had put on him. Ratchet would probably confirm it if Perceptor decided to see him about it.
The spy suspected that, even if Perceptor asked, the CMO would refuse to remove them surgically. The microscope was under control at least as long as he had them on.
Mirage patted the shocked microscope’s shoulder. “If it’s of any consolation, he probably meant well, and trust me, it’s not half as horrible as it appears to be; after a while, you don’t even feel them anymore,” he tried to cheer the scientist up, thinking about his own experience with the damned device.
“... Mirage? How long before the Wreckers come back here?” asked Perceptor in a flat tone.
Mirage hesitated. Perceptor was very still, and a strange light flickered in his optics. “Three months at the minimum,” finally answered the spy, not knowing if he should laugh himself to stasis lock or feel sorry for the microscope.
At that instant, Perceptor decided that Springer was going to die in the most painful way possible, and that he would be the one to kill him.
Rating: M
Summary: Perceptor; his lover away, currently on a mission; Mirage; and the Cybertronian equivalent of a chastity belt. Oh my...
Word Count: 1335
“It was strange, really. I still don't understand exactly what his problem was. Since he came back, we've had the most wonderful times together, but lately he's become rather... Well, I suppose he's moody. He keeps glaring at Smokescreen, Sunstreaker, Ratchet, Wheeljack, and just about anyone who comes near me. Especially Smokescreen.”
Mirage listened quietly and barely restrained his urge to shake his head. Of course, Perceptor, being the most oblivious kind of person, hadn’t even noticed that Smokescreen was flirting with him. Oh, the Datsun was discreet, and one had to be looking to really see ‘underneath the underneath’. Too bad Perceptor’s lover had found out. Perceptor’s possessive lover to be exact.
“Anyway, he’s snapped several times at people. It was so rude of him! I still can’t believe he did that...” Perceptor continued to babble and Mirage’s thoughts drifted away. That’s it, until Perceptor finished speaking.
“... So he had to leave again on a mission yesterday. And things were weird from that moment. When I came out of recharge this morning, he had already left and I found a note laying next to me that said he loved me and, I quote, 'PS: Don't be too angry with me'. I can assure you I'm not angry with him for leaving without even telling me goodbye, I know he can’t always afford that and he hates waking me from recharge for nothing, but really... The strange part is what he did with my bonding ports.”
Mirage cringed, not really wanting to hear more. However, in the back of his CPU, red alerts had started to blare. Perceptor, without noticing his discomfort, continued. “You see, I don’t know how he did it without waking me up, but he seems to have put an extra panel, smaller and thicker, over my bonding ports, between them and the usual concealing panel. And he sealed it with some kind of energy lock...”
Mirage almost choked on his energon. No; it wasn’t possible! Surely, Perceptor would have... He almost kicked himself. Ah, but of course, it was Perceptor he was thinking about; kind, quiet, totally clueless Perceptor, to whom Ratchet had to explain the facts of love less than fifteen vorns before the Ark took off from Cybertron, as the scientist was getting quite annoyed by some groping he found disturbing and inappropriate.
The situation would have been hilarious had the microscope not crashed on the spot, before deciding he had to experience some of this 'interface' thing. On the bright side, many ‘Bots shared a good time.
On the down side, Perceptor almost broke up several couples before he truly understood some things shouldn’t be proposed to a bonded pair. Unless it was for a threesome, of course, but Ratchet, then Wheeljack, Beachcomber, Prowl and Prime had forbidden anyone to even suggest the idea to the gullible scientist.
They later added that Perceptor should be kept away from the Dinobots for the safety of everyone on the Ark; one interface-crazed mech was enough for now, there really was no need to have five giant destructive maniacs as well.
The Decepticons had to be kept away too; nobody wanted to see Perceptor following their enemies home so he could see if there was any difference between interfacing with an Autobot and interfacing with a ‘Con. Fortunately, the idea hadn’t seemed to occur to the microscope yet.
Things had calmed down once Perceptor found a ‘permanent’ lover. Mirage had to admit, it felt right to see them together. But unfortunately, they were fighting a war, and Perceptor’s lover was often sent away on dangerous missions. So the microscope was getting bored, and between two projects, he kept proposing his ‘services’.
It was funny how he could seek an interface partner like that and still be totally unaware of the various attempt to flirt with him that various mechs still made.
Yes, there was still a lot of things Perceptor ignored about love making and his kinks... and the multiple ways to prevent infidelity.
The blue mech smiled nervously. “Perceptor... I know you’re rather new to... ‘intimate relationships’ and what they entail, but to be frank, have you ever heard of chastity locks?” he asked carefully.
“I can’t say I’m familiar with the term,” admitted the microscope with a frown.
Mirage groaned. Why wasn’t he surprised? It looked like he would have to play the teacher, for he doubted Ratchet would like to have to explain that to Perceptor. Worst, with his luck, the CMO would probably tell the microscope to ask Mirage anyway, since he was an ‘expert’.
Well, at least the Rec Room was deserted for now, so there wouldn’t be any other listener...
Mirage glanced at Perceptor briefly and turned his optics toward his half-empty cube. “Ok, listen carefully, because I will not repeat myself. You see, before the war started, nobles on Cybertron weren’t always bonding for love; most of the time, they did it out of duty and for money and fame they could gather by striking a good match. It wasn’t uncommon to see very young mechs with bonded who had thrice their age at the very least. As you can guess, some mechs and femmes were really unhappy with such a bonded and, well, they tried to seek pleasure somewhere else, usually by taking a lover more suited to their tastes,” he begun carefully. Perceptor was listening with attention.
“Some of the nobles turned a blind optics, but others became very jealous and they developed something to stop their bonded to... ‘playing around’. So they created the chastity locks,” he concluded.
“Did you ever wear some?” asked Perceptor with excitement.
“... I’m not going to answer to this question,” said the blue mech with a grimace. “Anyway, chastity locks were used by mechs who wanted their bonded, their 'wife' if you follow the human's logic, to stay faithful to them. For example, if the ‘husband’ had to go on a long trip, he asked his bonded to wear a chastity lock.” Well, he amended himself mentally, forced him would be more accurate. I sure never got the choice myself...
Mirage glanced briefly at his fellow Autobot. The microscope had started to frown. “It wasn’t the only purpose of the locks, though. Nobles also saw the locks as a way to protect the bearer from rape or temptation, and creators saw this as a way to keep their creations ‘virgins’, for lack of better term, until they arranged a bonding ceremony,” continued the spy without flinching, despite the bad memories it brought back. “The one who put the locks on his bonded or creation was the only one who could remove it by flashing his spark signature at the device. This way, no intercourse could occur without the ‘husband’ or ‘parent’’s consent,” he finished.
Perceptor’s optics widened largely. Mirage sighed. It looked like the microscope had finally understood what exactly his lover had put on him. Ratchet would probably confirm it if Perceptor decided to see him about it.
The spy suspected that, even if Perceptor asked, the CMO would refuse to remove them surgically. The microscope was under control at least as long as he had them on.
Mirage patted the shocked microscope’s shoulder. “If it’s of any consolation, he probably meant well, and trust me, it’s not half as horrible as it appears to be; after a while, you don’t even feel them anymore,” he tried to cheer the scientist up, thinking about his own experience with the damned device.
“... Mirage? How long before the Wreckers come back here?” asked Perceptor in a flat tone.
Mirage hesitated. Perceptor was very still, and a strange light flickered in his optics. “Three months at the minimum,” finally answered the spy, not knowing if he should laugh himself to stasis lock or feel sorry for the microscope.
At that instant, Perceptor decided that Springer was going to die in the most painful way possible, and that he would be the one to kill him.