Deer In the Headlights

[yami_samuraiflo]

Title: Deer in the Headlights
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Hound / Sludge, Hound / Dinobots
Summary: Sequel to 'First Time'. The secret is out. Now, Hound has to deal with the consequences...

Hound was nervous. So much for trying to break the news gently to everyone about what exactly had happened between him and Sludge.

 

Of course, the fact the Dinobot had hugged than kissed him in the Rec Room, in front of a large assembly of mechs, had been a dead give away.

 

If the situation hadn’t been so serious, he would have laughted at some of the expressions he saw.

 

Bluestreak had dropped his cube of Energon right here, optics wide. Mirage had chocked on his Energon. Sideswipe had fallen from his seat, and Sunstreaker’s jaw had been hanging wide open. Jazz had applauded, grinning like a maniac.

 

The saboteur probably knew from the start about Sludge’s crush. Nothing that happened in the Ark was lost to him; it’s was a gift, he said. Red Alert rather thought he had cameras of his own or he simply had placed micros everywhere.

 

Prowl, for his part, had to be sent to the Medbay cause his logic circuits had fried on the spot and the tracker didn’t doubt for a second Red Alert was in the same state in the Control Room. Hopefully, Inferno would bring him to be repaired...

 

The Dinobots had stared at them like lifeless drones before leaving their table and coming toward them.

 

Sludge had been happy with what he had done. Hound had begun to pray for a quick death, especially after the other Dinobots had taken their ‘brother’ with them to discuss, Slag’s words not his, “Why you Sludge acted like stupid Autobot!”

 

Overprotective ‘big brothers’ were not such an unknown peril. He’d had problems with them a long time ago on Cybertron, long before the war, when he was still a young mech...

 

Granted, Snarl and Swoop were more the ‘little brothers’, but next to him, they were fragging giants!

 

He hadn’t bothered to point out the Dinobots were Autobots too. He had been rather occupied squirming under the engineer and the medic’s combined glares. Medic and engineer who had asked him, in a voice so cold it could have frozen the Pits, why exactly Sludge had called him ‘beloved’.

 

Cute nickname when they were in private, but in front of the youngling’s creator? Hound counted himself lucky Wheeljack was just getting out of recharge at this time and wasn’t armed, and that Ratchet had no cutting tools on him.

 

He had been forced to tell exactly what him and Sludge had done the night before. Well, not in detail, but in general.

 

He just knew it had been a bad idea !

 

Not only had Ratchet not been happy - and he had said so before calmly adding that the next time he came into the Medbay would most likely be the last, as he would personally offline him - but Wheeljack had actually stolen a gun before chasing him down the hallways while shouting death threats for what he had done

 

It was while trying to escape from the angry scientist that he had been grabbed from behind and pulled into a room. Although it could have saved him, it had, in reality, put him in more dangers.

 

Four faces he hadn’t wanted to see at this point were looking down at him, expressions blank. Hound shuddered; Sludge wasn’t here to stop his brothers if they were unhappy.

 

Gulping, the green mech nervously tried to smile.

 

“Hi, guys. How are you doing?”

“Him Sludge passed night with you,” growled Grimlock. “Him said you interfaced.”

“Well, yes,” he admitted, “But he was...”

 

The bigger mech didn’t let him finish.

 

 “Me Grimlock say you Hound show us Dinobots exactly what you done to Sludge !”

“I’m sorry for what happened between me and...” began Hound before his CPU registered exactly what the dinobots’ leader had said. “Sorry, WHAT?!”

“Him Sludge said you Hound were nice with him. Him said also you very good with hands,” said Swoop, head tilted. “Us Dinobot would like to experience that.”

 

Hound stared. They hadn’t really said they wanted him to... Oh slag, they had!

 

Was something wrong with them? Were they closet perverts? Or was it because metally, they were old enough to want a partner? Even if they were younglings by Cybertronians standards, they were mentally adults, a fact that escaped him and the major part of the Autobots sometimes, even their own creators.

 

Even though it was pleasing to know he was the one they wanted, he didn’t want to just interface with anybody who asked, unless he was so overcharged he wouldn’t remember anything the next day. It had happened once; he hadn’t been able to glance at Mirage’s optics for several vorns after that...

 

“Guys, I’m... glad you want me to... well, you know, but... I’m with Sludge; you wouldn’t want him to be sad because I wasn’t faithful to him, would you?”

 

Sure, he didn’t know for how long, but the fact was he was with the Dinobot until further notice.

 

But Swoop smiled happily.

 

“Him Sludge said him didn’t mind. Said he can share you with family if we wanted, but him would kill anybody else.”

“Ah,” deadpanned the smaller mech. “He could have asked me first.”

 

Sludge was even more devious and corrupted than he had first thought...

 

Hound’s answer, it seemed, wasn’t the one expected. Even if Swoop seemed to understand what his last phrase was about, Grimlock and Snarl looked confused, and Slag seemed very angry.

 

“You Hound don’t want to be with us Dinobots?” asked Slag, growling. “We not good enough for you?”

 

Hound raised his hands, slightly panicked.

 

“Of course not! You’re allright! It’s just...”

 

He stopped talking, not knowing how to explain himself.

 

Would they understand Ratchet and Wheeljack wouldn’t agree? They didn’t look like they cared much about the opinion of the two scientists. Sludge hadn’t cared anyway.

 

Would they understand a relationship with several partners wasn’t exactly his thing? Again, they wouldn’t care, but mostly because they would have no idea of what he would be talking about.

 

He had the suspicion they all watched those videos on the Internet and that Sludge had simply be the more daring...

 

Would they understand he was preoccuped by the size difference? They all could injure him without even trying. He supposed they could be talked into being gentles, but to remember each times...

 

Each times?! He wasn’t really thinking about giving in and continuing a relationship with the five of them if they wanted, was he?!

 

... Slag, he was.

 

Hound sighed. There was no way he was going to get out of this. Wheeljack was going to maul him to death the next time he saw him. Ratchet would use him for spare parts. Both of them would make him suffer and die in the most painful way possible.

 

He no longer feared the ‘Cons as much as he feared the medic and engineer.

 

Trying to stop thinking about his most likely deadly fate, he smiled to the waiting Dinobots.

 

“Ok, ok, I will.”

 

The sheers almost make his audios implode.

 

“Just a detail, though: my room or yours?”