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Title: Photo Shoot

Pairing(s): Hum, I suppose a very mild Blaster/Soundwave and Hook/Blaster/Perceptor if you look hard enough

Species: Cybertronian

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Decepticons being naughty and starting a porn industry?

Summary: Captive Autobots + Bored Decepticons + Reflector + Swindle = a very humiliating situation.

Click. Click. Click. Flash. Click. Click.

The room was almost silent, if not for the soft chatter of a couple of Decepticons, and the ‘clicks’ emitted by a camera, or rather a mech who transformed into a camera. Reflector was proud of himself as he finished taking a last picture.

Quickly, he transformed. “Ok, I think we may make them try another position now,” he said, looking at his fellow Decepticons. Most of them were still staring and grinning at their ‘guests’ and barely paid attention to the three mechs.

Swindle, however, was very interested. “What do you have in mind?” he asked. The others reluctantly left their contemplation to make a circle around them.

Reflector smiled. “Well, you see...” he started.

Soon, everyone was speaking and nobody paid any attention to the two subjects of the photos, two mechs they had captured a while before and who were presently helping them to be less bored.

They were Autobots, and they were very relieved that they could finally speak to each other, if not privately, then at least quietly and without being forced to do more degrading things. They weren’t bound for now, but they knew better than to try to make a break for it, especially when they knew there were armed guards on the other side of the door.

“It’s humiliating,” one of the two Autobots said. He was painted mainly in red and blue, and a lens-barrel adorned one of his shoulder.

“Tell me about it,” grunted his fellow captive, lying next to him on the mattress. Yes, a true mattress.

It was an oversized thing, white and shaped like a giant heart, although Perceptor couldn’t understand why they thought it was a heart. Real human hearts didn’t look like that from what he had learned. Had the circumstances been different, he would have certainly spoke up about it. But for now, he was just content to lie still, his optics gazing at his comrade, Blaster, without really seeing him.

The other Autobot looked at him with a small smile. “You know, you kiss very well. I wouldn’t mind doing that again, if you’re willing,” he said, trying to cheer up the other Autobot.

He was being sincere; Perceptor kissed very well even if he had been close to tear at some point. Of course, having a ‘Con lying behind him and trying to insert a finger into his interface port was certainly upsetting for the scientist. Blaster himself had almost broke down when he had had the same thing done to him at the same time.

Thankfully, Soundwave had made them back off when he had seen how upset the two Autobots were. The telepath wouldn’t help them escape, but he would see that no permanent harm was made to them. It was his way to thank them for saving one his Cassettes from offlining for good.

Sometimes, Blaster mused, their luck manifested in strange ways. He wondered what would have happened to them had he not came across the badly damaged Ravage after the last battle and kept him alive long enough to have Perceptor do emergency repairs with a care he had rarely seen in the scientist.

Of course, it was mainly because the microscope had never worked on a Cassette before, and found their mechanisms and the way they coped with their small size ‘fascinating’.

He supposed both of them would probably have been deactivated, or worse, if not for a grudging Cassette who wanted to pay his debts or the compliance of his master.

Still... Blasted Decepticons and their weird ideas!

The microscope curled a little upon himself. “Blaster, I hope you do realize we are currently held hostage by a bunch of psychotic mechs. Bored psychotic mechs who decided we would look great as porn star and are currently holding us down or pointing their weapons at us to make us go along with their demands,” said Perceptor crossly. “I would be happy if I never heard the words ‘kiss’, ‘interface’, ‘eroticism’ or ‘kinky’ ever again.”

He wasn’t panicking. He had done that already the first time the Decepticons had looked at them with that strange glint in their optics. Still, he wasn’t happy.

Blaster grimaced. Ok, perhaps Perceptor was more upset than he had first thought. He had to try again. “See the bright side of the situation; at least, they just want erotic photos. They aren’t asking us to interface with them,” he said softly, one of his hand placed on the microscope’s shoulder.

“For now,” grumbled Perceptor. Blaster winced, realizing the scientist was probably right. He glanced nervously at the bunch of Decepticons who were arguing about what they would do with them now.

Rising his head, Blaster scanned the room. The dozen Decepticons still present were speaking vividly, each one having a different idea of what position their two captives would be the best in. His optics crossed the ones of Soundwave and he turned his head away angrily. In the back of his CPU, he could hear the Decepticon’s officer chuckling as well as feel a wave or reassurance. Since the ‘Cons had started to ‘play’, the telepath hadn’t stopped doing that.

“You know, it’s not so bad,” he tried again. He shuddered when Perceptor glared at him.

“Not so bad? I hope you are kidding,” said the microscope frostily.

Blaster fidgeted. “Well, it could still be worse. I mean, they didn’t make us use toys on ourselves...” he trailed off and cringed. Oh, he so hoped nobody had heard that. A quick glance around let him know that everybody was still arguing. Thank Primus for small favors.

Perceptor had stopped glaring, but his face was grim. “You can talk; you’re not the one who had his lower panel removed to expose his interface ports, which are thankfully hidden by a bow for now. Although by the way they keep looking at me, I’m not sure I will keep the bow for long,” he said flatly, putting his hands in front of his groin area to prevent anyone to peeping at him, trying to ignore the whistles and catcalls he received when some of the ‘Cons noticed his movements.

He wasn’t surprised when he heard the usual ‘click’ associated with Reflector taking a photo. Thank Primus, those deviants hadn’t wanted to use chains for this particular picture.

Blaster shook his head, half amused and half distraught by the situation. “No, but I’m the one who had to touch himself in front of the objective and who had his aft fondled by more than half of the people in the room, just because they could! And my interface ports are still bare and I didn’t have the option to hide them like yours on that fragging photo, you know,” he said, pressing the heart-shaped cushion he was using to cover himself closer to his groin area.

Perceptor glanced at the display and turned his optics away. Yes, he had to admit he was slightly more lucky in this aspect.

Blaster hadn’t finished rant. “And then they painted exactly what type of services they would like me to do for them in Cybertronian on my legs, thighs, chest plates and aft. Oh, and I had to be caught on tape with manacles and a dog collar and a leash and a rune indicating I was a pet painted on my lower panel. And Soundwave was the one holding the leash! Oh, I’m so going to kill him for that...” he said, his vents working hard.

If they had been alone or if the photos were being kept by the telepath alone, perhaps Blaster wouldn’t have minded so much. Unfortunately, Swindle had seld one to ten copies of the same photo to almost everydoby on the base. He just prayed now that no Autobot would ever find out, though that was doubtful.

Perceptor stared at him. “You think that was bad? I had to sit on Starscream’s laps while facing Reflector, and that damn Seeker kept putting his hand between my thighs and kiss me in the neck! Then they took shots of me on my hands and knees with the Constructicons right behind me, grabbing me at places I will not mention!” he said, on the verge of hysteria. He really hadn’t like the way the Contructicons had fondled his aft, nor had he liked the things Starscream had whispered in his audio.

Primus, the Air Commander was a sick mech!

Hmm, though some of his ideas had been tempting, the scientist had to admit. Tempting with any mech other than Starscream, that is.

Blaster shrugged. “And what about the time they had me chained spread eagle on the mattress, with the bunch of roses barely hiding out my open codpiece? Or when they painted the words ‘Insert Here’ on our stomach plates with arrows pointing at our groins?”

Perceptor shuddered as he thought about that one. He hadn’t been certain he would be able to escape with his virtue intact. “I must admit it was incredibly tasteless, but we couldn’t protest, could we?”

Blaster started to answer, but stopped speaking after he saw they were being observed once again. Grumbling, he stayed still and silent, imitated by Perceptor, as some mechs were chuckling at seeing them cuddling against each other.

Meanwhile, the Decepticons were more or less agreeing on something. “What about an erotic calendar? I heard humans were doing that...” suggested Rumble, perched on Soundwave’s shoulder.

Everyone stopped speaking to ponder on the idea. “Sound like humans aren’t totally worthless, after all,” mused Reflector. “I could certainly do that.”

“But what kind of calendar? One for the human’s year, or one for Cybertron’s cycle?” asked Skywarp.

More speaking ensued, until a blue Seeker cut everyone off. “Why not both? It could be fun...” suggested Thundercracker.

“If we do, are we using a single theme or are we doing different models? Because I thought we could do something with a Doc and a nurse playing dirty, but a couple of photos in the washracks could be fun too. Or random shots,” suggested Hook, looking at the two Autobots with a smirk. Oh, he wouldn’t mind playing ‘doctor’ with them...

“Gentlemechs, we will be doing the three or more if anyone have any new ideas, and I hereby announce I’m already taking down orders,” grinned Swindle. Oh, he just knew he could make a good profit with this. Especially if he sold some calendars to the Autobots...

Every optics in the room turned toward the ‘stars’ of the future calendars.

The two Autobots looked at each other and sighed. The ‘Cons wouldn’t hurt them, they knew that deep down – and Soundwave had confirmed by telepathy that they wouldn’t been harmed if they stayed quiet and obedient. Not that they truly believed him, but they had no choices anyway.

Still, they hoped the rescue party would be here soon.

Being porn stars wasn’t the job of their dreams, after all.