My first Kink meme fic...

[yami_samuraiflo]

Soooo... Sooner or latter, I was going to be bewitched by the tfanonkink community; I'm just surprised I could resist the tentation for so long.

The initial prompt can be found here: http://community.livejournal.com/tfanonkink/3587.html?thread=3849987#t3849987

Return fic for katsuko , for the well-written 'Green Is the Color'; I hope you'll enjoy the reading. Sorry it took so long...

And a big thank you to kirin_saga for the time she took to correct that story.

Title: Untitled for now
Rating: MA
Warnings: Sticky, Slash, Non-con, gang-bang; don't like don't read
Characters: Starscream, Constructicons
Summary: Starscream should know better than to aggravate Hook; especially when the medic doesn't mind sharing...
Word count: 11285

This was a mess; just one look at the mangled arm stuck halfway transformed made him inwardly cringe, and outwardly growl with rage.

Hook was usually a very reasonable, mild-mannered mech. But sometimes, he just wanted to bite some heads off.

“When,” he asked exasperatedly, “are you ever going to shut up and stop antagonizing bigger and stronger mechs than you? No, no, don’t answer that,” he said with a quick gesture, dismissing the answer forthcoming. “I already know the answer: never. Of course you miscreants never try to make my job easier, do you?” he mumbled, placing tool after tool on the tray.

His patient frowned unhappily. "It's not as if I purposely want to end up here!"

Hook glared at him. “Oh, but you do! Why else would you defy our dear leader every few cycles?”

The other mech shrugged. “Because he’s an idiot,” he said simply with a smirk.

Hook snorted. “And you’re an even bigger one, Starscream. Someday, Megatron will get so irate by your ‘Holier Than Thou’ and ‘Better Leader Than You’ll Ever Be’ attitude and will forget to hold back. You’re already lucky enough he didn’t shoot you at full power, or you wouldn’t have an arm left” he grumbled unhappily but not overly concerned; it was the Seeker’s aft on the line, not his own.

Starscream laughed bitterly. “Keep thinking that; I’ll get him before he does, just believe me. I’ll seize the power from his hands someday and I’ll lead the Decepticons to victory!”

“Yeah, right; of course you will,” deadpanned Hook, used to and over annoyed by Starscream’s usual speeches and banter. His lip components quirked. “Funny how he’s not the one who ends up in Medbay after each attempt, though.”

Strascream threw him a poisonous look. “You little…”

Hook narrowed his optics at him. “Ah ah, not insulting the one who’s going to patch you up, my dear Starscream; I could take offense and just… mess up with some essential repairs,” he threatened him in an almost airy manner, though he let an edge of darkness in his tone.

The truth was, he was half-serious and had considered the option before. He expected Starscream to understand that, but apparently, the Seeker wasn’t subtle enough.

Hook always hated doing repairs on the red winged mech; the little glitch had no idea of when to shut up and no appreciation whatsoever for the crane’s hard work, especially with as such limited supplies as they had. At least his two brainless trine mates had the sense to usher a quick ‘thank you’ from time to time, just like the rest of the uncouth grunts he was surrounded with.

Starscream, though… Starscream was a pain he was supporting less and less each time he ended in his care.

Already, the Seeker boomed with mirthless laugher. “You? Deliberately messing up a reapir? Don’t make me laugh, Constructicon! You’re too much of a perfectionist to ever consider the idea,” he sneered, disdainful.

Hook kept his faceplates blanks, but inside, he was seething. Oh, he was so going to make him pay… But Starscream was right on a point: he just couldn’t do something wrong on purpose; it would be going against every protocols and directives in his CPU.

This didn’t mean, however, that he couldn’t find another way to punish the lithe Seeker…

“Open your medical emergency lines,” he said brusquely, motioning for a bit of plating on the winged mech’s arm. “Sooner it’s done, sooner you’ll get the Pit out of here.”

“With pleasure,” sneered the elegant Seeker while mentally commanding the panel to retract, exposing three small slots. “I’ve better things to do than to wait in this greasy place for your ‘tender mercies’.”

Hook smiled coldly as he picked up a vial of opaque, green-colored liquid; one end was smooth glass, the other a bit of metal. “What’s that?” asked Starscream suspiciously. Paranoia, in the Decepticon’s mindset, was warranted; you never knew when your ‘partner’ was going to stab you in the back. Of course, Hook was a medic of sort, and as such, the Seeker pretty much doubted the green and purple mech would cause further injury to his patient, but you never knew…

The medic shrugged. “A simple anesthetic. It will keep your sensors to online again as soon as I touch them,” he explained impatiently.

Starscream frowned. “You don’t use one usually…”

Hook snorted. “Usually, my dear, I don’t treat patients for half transformed, partially melted arms stuck at completely wrong angles. If I don’t keep a way to totally numb your sensors, you’re going to scream in agony the moment-“

“My sensors are already numbed…” he started to protest.

Hook cut him out. “Because you send the commands to and keep a stubborn optic on them,” he pointed out; it was the usual method for injured Decepticons; anesthetic were a luxury for certain, and a pointless thing typical of the soft-sparked Autobots in the first place. Hook considered them a necessity which made his job easier, though he didn’t have a large supply of them and used each vial with patrimony. “Admirable of you, I admit, but once I start cutting in, how long do you think you can keep up the façade before you crumble in a pool of tears?” he continued, smirking at the Seeker while twirling a scalpel between his fingers.

Starscream didn’t answer and barely restrained himself from snarling; he hated to admit someone else could be right. Prideful creatures, those Seekers… Far too proud and not curious enough – oh, Starscream was a tad clever than his average kin frames, but not nearly enough in his mind, mused Hook as Starscream reluctantly held his arm ready for injection; Hook placed the vial over one slot –the largest, circled by a ring of blue paint – and twisted, allowing the two to connect. A small needle slid out of the metal seal and plunged into the medical port, and the vial started to empty himself into the Seeker’s mains energon lines.

“I didn’t think you still had any painkiller lying around,” mused Starscream as he watched the liquid enter his system with something akin to fascination.

Hook hummed. “Not much, I’m afraid, but I still have some in case of emergency. I added a request for more on about every lists of items we sent to Cybertron, but so far, Shockwave hasn’t seen fit to uphold his end of the bargain,” he groused unhappily.

Shockwave had never ignored his requests, per se, but he never sent what was truly needed; scalpels, metal plates, news wires, replacement optics, copper, pliers, hammers… that, he had no problems giving. But painkillers or anything chemicals… that, the purple mech never gave. Hook wondered why sometimes; so far, he had never found a valid reason, apart from Mixmaster’s not-so secret theory that the Cybertronian general was stockpiling them.

“Someday,” he said almost casually, “I’m going to bribe the Cassettes to bring me some from the Ark when they go over there for surveillance. Unless I formally request Megatron’s help in raiding the Autobots’ base supplies closets.”

Starscream sneered. “As if the Mighty Megatron would ever approve of such a mission!” Hook lips twitched. “If he wants his soldiers in top form, he'd better... Anyway, I do with what I have.”

And what he had, and what he had refrained from telling Starscream, wasn’t actual painkillers, though it did the part.

No, what he had actually given the Seeker was one of Mixmaster latest discoveries: a strong drug which sort of isolated the patient's CPU from their neural connections, mistakenly making them think their body was in no pain, even if an energon dagger was stabbing their spark chamber. The body could be cut away and they would feel nothing at first.

Patients remained conscious through the whole ordeal, though. They were totally out of the loop, so to speak, but conscious throughout, able to perceive very distorted sounds, and able to see a little through what they called an array of disjointed colors, like if they were looking through a prism or a kaleidoscope.

Hook had used it from time to time for emergency surgery; there were little to no after effects, the neural sensors only rebooting after several humans hours, when most of the shock already out of the patient's systems.

It wasn’t the best, but it was all the Constructicons could afford so far.

 “How do you feel?” he asked his patient after a few breems.

Starscream turned his head slightly on the side, slowly. “Drowsy,” he whispered faintly, optics unfocused. “It’s kicking in very fast, isn’t it? Oh, by the way… Did you… install another lightning system? It’s… colorful for sure,” he added blurrily. “Pretty lights,” muttered the drugged Air Commander, his optics offlining and onlining sporadically.

Hook nodded and hummed for himself. Perhaps the dose he gave the Air Commander had been a tad too strong… But at least, now, he wouldn’t have to suffer the sarcasm and whining the red Seeker seemed so fond of submitting him to each time he ended up in the Medbay.

“Well, time to work; don’t worry, I’ll do my best, like usual,” he said with irony as Starscream turned his head toward him and frowned, before becoming almost totally limp.

“Arm is realigned and repaired; your sensory net should kick in and reconnect the nodes anytime now,” he stated calmly, knowing perfectly well that Starscream couldn’t answer and probably didn’t even understood what was being said to him. “Repairs are complete. The ‘painkiller’ will work for another two or three human hours, though; I’m afraid I miscalculated the dose I gave you.” Or not, he added silently for himself. In fact, he had wanted the Seeker to be totally helpless for a bit longer than necessary.

Starscream, however, still stunned, suspected nothing of Hook’s dark thoughts.

The silence had been relaxing; for once, he had managed to operate without the Seeker making snide remarks about his skills as a medic; Hook considered himself to be a talented mech, and even though the medical profession wasn’t his speciality and he certainly was not at the level of, say, Ratchet, the Constructicon still was the best the Decepticons had to offer at the time. Some of his work might have been considered rudimentary or crude, but it was still the best he could do.

And Starscream knew when and where to hit to injure his pride. Fragging Seeker… He wondered idly if the mech was always so cutting and snide with everyone, even his ‘face partners; Seekers were, unanimously, considered a good frag, but with Starscream at his finest, the poor mechs unlucky enough to attract his attention had to suffer through hell and back to…

He paused. Now… that was an interesting idea.

Hook glanced at the Seeker’s immobile and almost silent frame –asides from some little sounds of discomfort, a tad surprising but not unusual; several patients before him had unconsciously started to make various noises of distress, a fact that puzzled Hook to no end; he wondered if it was because the patient’s CPU was realizing he was, in fact, in pain despite the drug’s effects – and started to smile in a predatory way.

“You have very nice legs, Starscream. Very, very nice,” he commented lightly while running a hand down the Seeker’s thighs. The hand moved higher; Starscream giggled, lost in his own little word, and probably not even registering the medic’s word, or if he did, he certainly didn’t understand the meaning hidden behind them. “Especially your thighs, I must admit,” Hook added with a smirk; his hand moved up again, now stroking Starscream’s inner thigh in a pale imitation of carelessness. “They’re smooth, well-shaped, immaculate… perfect,” he purred. “Not many mechs as attractive at you on this rock, you know,” he commented almost unconcerned, still touching the barely responsive mech. “There are Thundercracker and Skywarp, of course, and Soundwave is always nice to look at, but aside of you? The Autodorks have some lookers, I admit, but I so prefer to frag others Decepticons.”

Starscream seemed to tense a little – figuratively, of course; his limbs were still immobile and his optics still lacking in focus, but something had definitively changed in his demeanor. Hook smiled coldly.

Good. Let him understand somewhere in that twisted CPU of him that Hook could do anything he wanted to him, and that the Seeker wouldn’t be able to say ‘no’ or do anything to stop the medic from having some… fun.

Gently, with an almost loving care, Hook put his hands on Starscream’s hips, while his thumbs started to rub the smooth, cool plating covering the winged mech interface array. Had he listened to himself, the medic would have removed all the, in his opinion, unnecessary plating covering the hips, pelvis and aft. However, it would take too long to undo then redo the binding later.

Instead, he settled for just the interface panel, which finally slid away with a soft ‘click’ barely audible; for the first time, Starscream pushed a weak moan as he felt the cool air of the room on his unpressurized cord and bare valve. He tried to move, to no avail; his head barely bobbled back and forth. Hook smirked in victory.

“No need to worry, my dear,” he cooed mockingly. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

Oh, how good it would be to bury himself in the Seeker’s body and ride him long and hard… Nothing could stop him from doing whatever he wanted with the SIC, now. His cord, still hidden behind his own panel, was beginning to swell and throb with need, begging to be released.

Hook about to mentally command his panel to open when he paused, deep in thought.

Something didn’t feel right to him. Frowning, he looked down cautiously at Starscream’s valve. Sure, the Air Commander was down under, perfectly inoffensive and totally ready for the taking, but the Constructicon remained wary. You never knew what surprises Starscream could spring on you. Like, say, a booby-trapped valve? He wouldn’t put it past the sly, traitorous Seeker.

Hook already had to treat the… ‘injuries’ brought down on some unsuspecting wannabe lovers who let their fingers or their into some sensitive area where someone else didn’t want them to; the tears were never pretty to see, and even less to repair. In some case, he even had to deal with limbs or mating appendage totally ripped off.

And he very much liked his fingers (indispensable in his tasks) and his cord, thank you very much.

Regretfully, he got out from between Starscream’s legs and down from the berth, before searching a particular tool on his tray. He smiled in victory when he found it and reverently took the device in one of his hand. With the other, he pressed a few buttons on a panel located on the side of the berth.

One end started to transforms with a whirring sound, separating itself in two parts, such parting Starscream’s legs; Hook watched dispassionately as two metal poles began to emerge from the metal structure near the Seeker’s knees; stirrups were attached to each.

He put Starscream’s pedes into the stirrups; the Seeker moaned slightly in protest, and a hand tried to rise and grab him. Hook shushed him and gently patted the dark helm in mock affection. “Now, now, Starscream; everything’s alright. I just need to make a short valve inspection; it will only take a breem, and after that, we’ll have some fun, the two of us.”

Starscream grunted something, a protest of some sort; Hook laughed airily as he set himself between Starscream widely open legs

 Carefully, he inserted the speculum inside; Starscream keened and tensed in his semi-lucid state and tried to move away. Hook gave him a light slap on the knee. “Come on, you big sparkling; I barely started!”

More feeble moans; Hook shrugged and started to separate the two hinged parts, dilating the valve. Hook gently stroked Starscream’s pelvis during the process, muttering small nonsense and praising his good will. Starscream, if he didn’t exactly understand the words, probably understood he was being mocked, and grunted unhappily while trying to kick his pedes; he barely managed to make them shake. Hook’s optics stayed focused on the valve’s entry, searching for any sign of ‘special modifications’.

And, sure enough, there were slight, almost invisible indentations circling the walls of the valve, at about an inch from the edge. Hook smirked in victory.

“Just like I thought! You know, my dear Star, it wasn’t mentioned in your file that you had a toothed ring up your valve; I’ll have to mention it in your medical files… unless I put it away and no one is the wiser?” he said casually. “That would certainly be better, don’t you think? If the news were to be spread through the base, any mech would come to think that you didn’t trust them, or that you were some weak Autobot, hmm? After all, they’re the only one using that little token by now…”

It was perfectly true; toothed rings were a classic protection against would be rapists.

They were made of a semi-flexible and almost invisible alloy, with an open end to be adjusted to the patient’s orifice. Once they were inserted into the valve, minuscule wires connected to the walls. The wires transmitted heat and electrical charges to the inner mechanisms and, depending on the amount of heat and current directed in, the ring would activate or not. Anybody penetrating forcefully would automatically activate the device, as the sparkbeats and electric currents of the victim would spike up immediately, and find himself in a painful predicament when the sharp metal teeth suddenly shot out of their concealment.

Autobots were almost all equipped with toothed rings as a feeble mean of protection in case of capture; Hook had even heard that the paranoid Security Director had two set installed in his own valve… Come to think about it, he seemed to recall that it was Starscream who had propagated the news…

“Did you borrow your little toy from Red Alert?” he almost purred. Starscream tried to shift and moaned again. “You did, didn’t you?” the Constructicon laughed. “My, my, interesting gift he gave you there. Was it one of his owns that you managed to pry away from its hiding place?” A kinky idea, but not an inconceivable one. “Or did he just keep spares around in his subspace pocket?” Which would be weird, but Autobots were like that. Well, weird… carefully paranoid, rather.

Starscream muttered something like ‘not your problem’ and tried yet again to kick him; Hook chuckled as he grabbed a pair of needle-nose pliers and carefully inserted them in the valve. Starscream shuddered and let out a gasp under the contact of the cool metal on the heated wall of his port; a drop of lubricant fell from the edge and crashed on the berth. Hook looked down at the spot and smiled.

“My, aren’t you starting to be revved up! Such a small touch to make you start dripping! Tell me, my dear Air Commander,” he asked slyly while moving the pliers cautiously to grab the toothed ring, “How long had it been since someone rammed his spike up your valve and took you again and again ‘til you couldn’t sit for joors?”Oh, such a crude way to talk coming from him… but really, he couldn’t help himself right now. Starscream tried to kick him again, and once again was barely able to move at all; the Seeker was stubborn like that. Hook was more amused than ever by the act.

“You poor thing… how long have you been craving for a good sparked mech to fill you up? Don’t worry, sweet spark; I’ll take good care of you,” he chuckled. Of course, Starscream certainly didn’t want anyone touching him, but the Seeker was in no shape to protest or push him away.

 “I hope you’ll excuse me for the interruption, but I didn’t want to end up with a severed mechhood. Besides, I think it helped you to… get in the mood,” the medic pointed out as he let one of his fingers trace the outer edge of the valve; a small bit of lubricant dripped from the still stretched opening. “Look like I will not have to prepare you too long.”

Laughing for himself, he finally opened his own panel, letting his spike extend to its full length. He positioned himself carefully, aligning his swollen member with the SIC’s port.

Then, without pause, he started to bury himself deeply into the red Seeker; Starscream cried weakly, hands shooting up to push him away, but failing, too weak to do anything more than putting them on the Constructicon’s chest.

“Tight… just like I thought,” gasped Hook, throwing his head back in ecstasy; it felt so good to be surrounded by that hot wetness... “You’re a wonderful fit, you know that?” Starscream just whimpered weakly. Hook chuckled and grasped the Seeker’s waist more tightly, readying himself to give a deeper thrust.

And then, the Medbay’s doors opened. “Hook, why the hell did you lock the doors with a… level… three… alert… code…?

“I swear that someone up there is out to spoil my fun,” he grunted as he rose up his head to meet the face of his gestalt mates.

Silence reigned for a breem, only interrupted by Starscream weak trashing and whimpers, and a “Wha…?” from Scavenger and “Well, frag!” from Bonecrusher.

There was a pause; the five new arrivals remained frozen in their tracks, disbelieving what they were seeing, and Hook glanced briefly at his gestalt brothers with a pout. Still, he didn’t leave his position; he had enough trouble already to get into Starscream’s valve, and he certainly wasn’t going to retire himself before he overloaded.

“If the lot of you would be kind enough to lock the door behind you? I really would hate to be further interrupted,” he grunted without looking at them; he had refocused his attention on Starscream’s face as he began thrusting slowly into him.

“Hook… what do you think you’re doing?”

“What does it look like to you?” Snickered Long Haul, taking a few step forward to better enjoy the view.

“Having some fun; you should try yourself, it beats self-service by a long streak,” Hook commented lightly. Scavenger actually guffawed before throwing a quick apologizing look at his leader.

“Very funny,” deadpanned the loader. “I can see that by myself, thank you. But in the Medbay, and with one of your patient, where anyone can see you?” he raised an optic ridge, arms crossed over his chest. “Not very professional of you, I’ll say. You’d think someone would take offense and have a word with you once it’s over.”

Hook lowered his optics on Starscream’s face; the Seeker was looking at him in a daze, his expression a mild cross between incomprehension, distress, rage and overlapping pleasure, proof enough that he liked being filled up.

The medic glanced at his leader. “First, hardly anyone walks in beside the five of you, though I’ll admit I should have locked the doors better before starting – a level five or six, perhaps? Second, Starscream isn’t just any patient, my dear Scrapper,” he said, shrugging like if the whole ordeal was unimportant. “He’s actually the source of the Creator of all processors aches. But he has some redeeming qualities, one of which I’m currently enjoying. And if that is what is worrying you so much, besides him once he totally wake up, I doubt anyone will care that much,” he added, giving another thrust; Starscream whimpered.

Which, Scrapper mused, was perfectly true; nobody on the Nemesis really liked Starscream, his Trine asides, and Scrapper wasn’t even sure of that. Nobody would comes and play the avenger for the annoying glitch of a mech that was currently moaning helplessly under Hook’s ministrations, unless they were bribed first.

And he doubted Starscream had enough blackmail material or energon cubes at his disposal to bribe anyone with the means to hurt the Devastator gestalt…

“Alright,” he sighed. “Go ahead and do as you please. As for the rest of you,” he said, turning to his others gestalt mates, “We’ve work to do.”

There was some mumble and shifting in the group, but a single glare from Scrapper got them going. Each one started to hit his own workplace, first wanting to put some order in their currents individual projects. It didn’t stop them, though, from throwing leering glances at Hook and his unwilling partner.

Starscream’s hands, that Hook had raised above his head to keep them out of the way, were clenched in tight fists; he had shuttered his optics and his head moved right and left weakly, while pathetic moans escaped him each time Hook moved in and out of his valve. The Seeker was vocal for sure, even in the midst of interfacing.

Scavenger, leaning against a bench, watched the spectacle with interest, feeling the first stage of arousal revving his engines. “Can I get him next?” he heard himself say. Oh Primus, had he really…? Damn… the lot of them shared a lot of things, but a lover? That would be a first… a very interesting one, in fact, should Hook agreed.

Hook paused in his ministrations and turned his head toward his brother. He tilted his head, then threw a quick glance at Starscream, before carefully watching the others Constructicons.

Link to the second part:
http://yami-samuraiflo.livejournal.com/25339.html