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[yami_samuraiflo]

A short fic related to 'Should Have Known'. Enjoy!

Title: Protection
Rating: M
Pairing: one-sided Vortex / Hook
Characters: Vortex, the Constructicons
Summary: You should never try to force yourself on a Constructicon...

Hook's head slammed into the wall with force and he fought back a scream of pain. Trying to regain focus, he tentatively glared at the mech in front of him. It was the last time he agreed to repair another mech alone.

 

At least, when they were in group, nobody tried to touch them like that...

 

The surgeon yelped when a hand passed between his legs to caress a rather sensitive point of his armor. Vortex smirked at him, pleased by the reaction.

 

Hook looked at him with anger. Oh, how he hated his touch. It made him feel weak like a sparkling, because the slagging mech just knew were to put his hand to make him crazy.

 

"Have you ever heard of the word 'consent'?" growled the captive mech.

 

"No," answered the Combaticon as he pressed his body against Hook. "I never needed it."

 

It implied far too much for Hook’s comfort.

 

"You're disgusting," mumbled the Constructicon as he tried to squirm away.

 

"And you are my prey," purred Vortex, trying to kiss him.

 

Suddenly, Hook smiled... and it wasn't a nice smile. He wasn't looking at Vortex. In fact, he was looking behind...

 

"Are you sure of that?"

 

Vortex froze when he heard the soft noise of a gun being pulled out of subspace. The aforementioned gun was soon pressed against the back of his head. He knew he should have destroyed the other mech’s radio...

 

"If you value your miserable life, I suggest you release him," was the cold statement he heard. From the voice, he guessed it must have been Bonecrusher.

 

"And if I don't comply?" the Combaticon asked calmly.

 

"Let's just say there will be a mess in this room," answered another voice. Scrapper, this time.

 

From the noise he heard, the other three were right behind too.

 

"I doubt my team-mates will be happy if I die. In fact, I doubt anyone would be happy to lose a good asset like me."

 

"Who cares?"

 

"Megatron, perhaps? He wouldn't like to lose a gestalt because of something so petty..."

 

Even if it was anything but petty, even for the tyrant, he just knew he had said the magic words.

 

He was expecting the gun to disappear from his head. He hadn't really expected the fist in his face when he had turned to smirk at the Constructicons. Vortex put a hand to his face. Hum, Long Haul had a mean left hook. He had never noticed before...

 

Mixmaster had managed to bypass him and help Hook to his feet before placing himself in front of him, a hand gun trained on the helicopter. Vortex chuckled; such a determined mech. It was as sickening as it was sweet.

 

A hand grabbed him by the wrist. Vortex looked down. Scavenger – who would have guessed the pathetic worker had the courage to do so? – snarled at him.

 

"Try anything like that ever again on any of us, and Megatron's wrath or no, you will end up in a smelting pool! Deal?!"

 

"Deal," he answered simply before leaving, the combined glares of the Constructicons following him.

 

So much for trying to have a good time. Who should he try with, now? Hum... perhaps Dirge or one of the other Coneheads was free.

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[maiko-ragi.livejournal.com]

Purr... I love it when bots or cons get all protective. I really like it!