This story is based on the following prompt:

4) Lockdown... ok, the bondage works well for him too. Skywarp tied down to his table and having his innocence stolen away by the bounty hunter.

WEE BONDAGE.

Title: Experiment
Rating: MA
Warnings: Mech non-con sex, bondage
Pairing(s): Lockdown/Skywarp
Summary: TF:A universe. See prompt description above.
Disclaimer: None of this is mine, guys.

Every Decepticon has his day. I really wish mine would come all ready.

The room was dank, cold and it smelt like oil and energon. The stench was strong and it hurt his sensors, forcing him to turn them off. He couldn't see his surroundings, no matter how bright he lit his optics, but he knew, he sensed this place was a room of death. He wouldn't be surprised (scared out of his wits, more like it) to see, if the room ever lit up, bodies of mutilated and deranged Transformer corpses piled up along the walls and around him. He had no intention of exploring this dark pit, but if he did, he was shit out of luck. His arms were raised and hanging from the ceiling by primitive but still very strong and biting chains around his wrists. His feet were in the same predicament, only attached to the ground.

Liquid would be added to Skywarp's long list of phobias. Though he couldn't see more than a few inches in front of him, the energon leaking from various tears and rips in his chassis glowed so brightly, it was enough for him to know he was badly damaged. It puddled in a glowing purple below his feet, drip-dripping maddeningly. Not only by the energon streaking along Skywarp's body, but the pain and throbbing along his limbs, back, wings, chest and head told him this was more than just superficial.

Skywarp couldn't remember how he got here, wherever here was. Perhaps his CPU had blocked out the imagery so he could cope better. But he did remember that he had recently gotten into a scuffle with Thundercracker, who liked to start fights just because of his damn superiority complex. Skywarp hadn't even done anything, he knew that much, because the blue clone needed no reason to start bullying him or the others, save Slipstream who could easily fight back.

To avoid getting the slag pointlessly beaten out of him by someone who should be his companion and even so-called brother, the purple Seeker warped himself to safety, landing somewhere a long distance away from their moon base. It was quiet here and he felt as safe as someone like him could be, huddling behind a formation of jagged moon rocks, legs tucked against his chest. To pass the time until Skywarp finally got scared of being alone in the middle of nowhere and warped back home, he went to drawing various creatures and objects in the dirt, humming something to ease his flustered circuits.

Half an hour in and he was almost forgetting he was afraid of everything. Skywarp was smiling sheepishly like a little kid lost in their own imaginary world. Completely distracted by this escape via drawing an entire city (covered in a protective layer of bubble wrap) all his own on the ground, he had not noticed the new energy signal shimmering behind him and then...

Well, that was all he was allowed to remember.

Now Skywarp was here. Torn up, beat up, sore as Hell and chained to the ceiling and floor like a prisoner in a dark, foreign room that stunk to high Hell. If all the other clones saw what he was going through right now, they'd cut him some slack for being a coward. He seemed to have gone through a string of really bad and unfortunate events lately that would lead anyone into fearful paranoia.

It wasn't as if Skywarp accepted his fate laying down, so to speak. As soon as he woke and saw the condition he was in, he struggled himself near a spark attack. Warping didn't work, as if the room was surrounded in some sort of forcefield that allowed nothing to move in or out of it. Weaponry core was disabled and so were his auto-gyros for flying. Flailing, screaming, pleading for help and acknowledgment, demanding pitifully where he was, who put him here and why, none of it worked. But an hour of that eventually exhausted his systems and Skywarp was forced to limp in his chains, tired everywhere on every level, but still shaking.

Unbeknownst to him, three hours passed though it felt like an eternity, before someone finally gave him the attention he wanted. Skywarp jolted when he heard something click and hiss, his optics squinting when he looked up and saw a single door open a few yards away, covering him in a block of sun yellow light. Flinching, he turned his head away, one optic struggling to catch the new silhouette that appeared in the center of the open door frame.

"You sure cry a lot, kid. Almost thought you were going to lose it and deactivate yourself."

Skywarp didn't like this stranger's voice. It was deep and deadly, oily and mischievous. "Who-who are you?" he whimpered.

The shadow did not answer right away, but he rose his hand--except it wasn't a hand. Skywarp meeped when he saw in place of fingers was a long, sharp and curved hook. The hooked hand reached over to the side and with a click, the lights in the room were switched on, flooding it in that same ugly yellow as outside.

There were so many things Skywarp could freak out about, he just couldn't decide which was first. The room was just as he predicted: while there were no bodies scattered around, there was a scrap pile of spare robotic parts in one corner. Mounting the walls were various plates and armor pieces, as well as a couple head trophies from some interesting aliens that gave the Seeker the willies. Even worse was a table covered with various pointy, sharp and not so friendly looking tools.

Then there was the stranger himself. A mech only the All Spark could love, and no insignia would be needed to tell he was no Autobot. Lockdown had a foreboding presence and Skywarp picked that up immediately. Everything about him looked sharp and dangerous, from his devious face right down to his hook of a hand.

Skywarp felt like crying. He was in the Pit, he just knew it.

"Oooh, this is not good, not good, not good," Skywarp heaved, rocking back and forth in his chattering chains. "No, not good at all!"

Lockdown walked inside, door sliding shut behind him. "Relax before you blow a circuit," he smirked. Skywarp could only stare at that damn hook. The bounty hunter moved over to his table of instruments. "I'm not ready to do repairs quite yet."

"'Yet'?" Skywarp gulped loudly.

Lockdown looked over at the Decepticon, eyed him with those red orbs. "You don't remember me, do you?" he inquired. Skywarp quickly shook his head. Lockdown smirked and shrugged. "I guess you wouldn't. After all, you supposedly blew yourself up to slag," he said. Skywarp wasn't catching his drift but with the way his week had been going, he wouldn't be all that shocked to discover he'd blown up at least once.

"You're another clone, I know that, but with the exact same cowardly personality as the one I caught with that Autobot kid back on Earth some time ago," Lockdown continued. "Didn't think all clones came with the same personality components. I suppose the orange clone the Autobots brought in was just like you as well."

Orange clone? Skywarp immediately knew he was referring to Sunstorm. But Sunstorm was no coward. At least, he could be if you wanted him to. And he did not remember one ounce of what Lockdown was rambling about. He had never seen or heard of him until now, nor the entire exploding part. But the bounty hunter did state it was probably just another clone. It had to be and when Skywarp realized there had been a protoform of him in the past, this both saddened and frightened him. It would be so nice to have someone relate to, but also terrifying because they knew everything you felt, right down to reading your thoughts.

"Y-Yes, that was another clone, it wasn't me," Skywarp tittered, bunching up as well as he could given his state. "If you're looking for him, uh, well, he's probably dead now that you said he, uh, exploded, but I'm not him so you should let me go and maybe--maybe go talk to Starscream or something, he might have the information you want..."

Lockdown sniggered and it made Skywarp shiver. "A clone is a perfect replica of the original. Your predecessor was just the same as you. So there really is no difference between the original and upgraded, in your case," he explained. Skywarp frowned; oh damn. The hunter was chuckling now, thoroughly amused. "Maybe you're even a clone of a clone."

That was a scary thought. "W-Well, maybe, but there's more like me, you know," he informed. "You should-should go check them out instead!" He kind of wanted to recommend Thundercracker.

"Oh, I have plans to," Lockdown informed with his greasy smile. "But I decided to go with you first. I like the thrill of a hunt, and was planning on going after that rather feisty femme clone first, since she proved to be the most formidable of your little family. But you--you were just right there, helpless, alone, and it was just too easy and convenient that I couldn't help but nab you first." He shrugged his spiked shoulders again. "Not like it would be difficult if I had tried later on anyway."

Skywarp felt offended, somewhere deep in his fear. The fact that he was not the only target also scared him. He liked Slipstream and Sunstorm well enough; the former tended to protect him from Thundercracker when she felt annoyed by all his antics and Sunstorm, well, he was nice and sweet to everyone, Skywarp included. Right now, however, he was more concerned about himself. "So, what-what exactly is it that you want from me? Us?" he muttered.

Lockdown rose his hooked hand. "I'm in the mood for a little experimentation."

Skywarp dropped his jaw. Oh, shit.

"You see," the neutral said and he took some sand paper to his hook, smoothing it out, "there's still a bounty on Starscream's head--but not his clones. Perhaps the Elite Guard would like you and your fellow copies, but they don't pay as much as Decepticons do. And they certainly don't care for anything but the original. Therefore..." Placing the sand paper aside, Lockdown eyed his hook as it now gleamed, causing Skywarp to shudder. "... I've got full permission to do what I want with you."

"Do you want information, is that it?" Skywarp squeaked. "I have some. L-Let me down and we'll talk and I'll tell you wha-what I know!"

Lockdown just grinned and sized the Seeker up, taking a small remote control from the table. "It's not your vocalizer I want to talk..." he hummed and started swaggering up to his catch. Skywarp squirmed as far back as possible. Lockdown stopped a few feet in front of the clone, who was shaking and coated in all his stained cracks, looking so damned pathetic. "You've got a beautiful chassis. It's nice both intact, and, in this state..." he crooned, letting the back of his claw run over a long slice across Skywarp's right chest turbine.

Skywarp, with the hook and touch and completely terrifying Transformer in his face, naturally sprung a leak. Lockdown laughed as he watched Skywarp grimace with embarrassment, oil traveling down his inner thighs, washing away dried energon. "Don't be embarrassed, kid," Lockdown chortled, "I have this effect on a lot of 'bots."

That didn't relieve the poor prisoner one bit. "Anything you want to know about my-my-my..." Skywarp swallowed. "My body, I can just tell you my-myself!"

"I was never good with words," Lockdown explained, raising hands. "Conversations aren't my forte. And since I'm in the lead here, so to speak, we do it my way."

"But aren't I a guest?" Skywarp whimpered.

Lockdown laughed. "Hey, good one, I like it," he chuckled, tapping his hook on Skywarp's chest. The Seeker managed not to spring a leak that time. Lockdown grinned his dental plates, one of them missing and replaced with a gap. "I should also mention manners aren't my strong point either."

"B-But--"

Lockdown let his hook curl over Skywarp's shoulder. Skywarp flinched and edged away. "But," the bounty hunter interrupted, pulling the Seeker close to his face, watching it wrinkle with fear and big wide optics. His own red optics narrowed playfully. "I can make you a bit more comfortable," he cooed before punching a button on the controller in his hand.

The chains around Skywarp's arms and legs uncoiled; but before he could be free, Lockdown shoved him back. Stomping down a foot, a stained, dented metal slab flipped up from the ground behind the coward. With a loud grunt and squeak, Skywarp's back collided with the table. Upon impact, motion sensors went off and with a loud "shnnk," metal straps shot out from both sides of the berth and stretched over Skywarp, locking him into place over the chest and knees, his arms immobile against his sides, wings hiked up uncomfortably.

Lockdown continued stomping on the pump beneath his foot, causing the table to rise higher and higher. "Sorry for not giving a warning there, kid," he chuckled. Finally, when the slab was slanted at a satisfying level, Lockdown stepped away from the pump and went back to his table of power tools.

"This is not comfortable at all," Skywarp whined, wriggling. He had barely any space to move.

"I'll be sure to build a pillow in for future guests," Lockdown teased.

That was not what he was implyyyying. "I--I'm claustrophobic! I--I'll have a spark attack and and and--!"

Lockdown dragged his portable tool table over to Skywarp's side. At the sight of them, Skywarp actually started hyperventilating. "That's something new," the bounty hunter hummed, intrigued. "You should probably stop. I heard from air-suckers that doing what you're doing can cause one to pass out." His leer spread across his face. "Now are you sure you want to be offline when we have our little discussion?"

Skywarp stopped. "I don't want to have a 'discussion,'" he sniffed, quivering. His drooping optics looked to the tools. "Especially with those."

The neutral laughed again. "You're really funny, clone-boy," he chuckled. He took a silent laser scalpel from the table and showed it to Skywarp, who bit his dental plates together. "I've worked with these guys for a long time. Great colleagues. I trust 'em, you see, and they don't hurt..." He grinned sweetly. "Not much. Well, depending on the part I'll be cutting thro--"

"No cutting!" Skywarp shrieked and writhed pathetically in his bindings.

Lockdown twisted his hook in a full circle, tightening it. "Well, I could go in manually, if you'd like?"

Skywarp's optics bugged at the hook. "NO."

Lockdown smirked. "Thought so." He turned his back to Skywarp to fiddle with his tools again. The clone opened his mouth before Lockdown said, "Your fuselage." Energon flushed out of Skywarp's faceplates. "According to my scanners, your life force is coming from your spark chamber. Except..." He looked back over his shoulder with one optic at the shivering Seeker. "It's not a spark in there, is it? Well, not a typical, run of the mill spark. Something much more smaller, and..." Turning back around, he had screwed his hook off, replacing it with a laser nozzle. ".. Much more powerful," he purred and activated the nozzle, a violent red laser about ten inches long shooting out of the barrel.

Skywarp rolled his optics back and collapsed against the bed, heavy. Still, he couldn't offline. He was too terrified. "You--you don't plan to use that, do you?" he wibbled, slowly lowering his optics again.

"No, I just wanted to show it off. Cool, isn't it?" Lockdown said, swishing the humming laser back and forth. Skywarp nodded frantically and went to tell him to put it away--"It's a joke, kid," the bounty hunter snickered. "I figured a funny mech like you would like it."

Skywarp whimpered, lips pursed. "I didn't like it at all."

"Spoil sport," Lockdown taunted. He went to adjust the settings on his surgery laser before pausing, looking over at his frightened prisoner, "Oh, I also thought you should know I don't use any robocaine or offline receptors." He scowled playfully. "Stuff is too expensive and dull for my taste. And the latter--well, where's the fun in that?"

Skywarp wailed. "Don't dooo thiiiiis!" he begged.

Thundercracker frowned. "But we've all ready reached second base," he mocked. He walked right beside the table, beside Skywarp. Skywarp gave him puppy dog eyes, the best anyone of any race could pull off. However, Lockdown didn't care much for puppies. "Bite down," he said and without another word, placed his discarded hook in Skywarp's mouth, letting it hang there. Skywarp bit down, but only because if he screamed, the hook might rattle around and cut the inside of his mouth. The bounty hunter chuckled, allowing protective gloss to cover his optics for the ultraviolet rays to come.

Lockdown made contact, placing the tip of the fuming laser against the bottom of Skywarp's fuselage, letting it sink in a few inches deep, sliding right through the strong metal with ease. Sparks flew up and so did Skywarp's optics as he screamed between his dental plates, clenching down on the hook. Lockdown slowly began guiding the laser up and around the corner of his cockpit. Skywarp now just wondered why the Hell he didn't just open his fuselage, but then remembered his chamber and latches were pretty damn stubborn.

And besides, Lockdown liked doing it this way better.

Lockdown stopped in the middle of his cut when something tapped his head. Looking up, he saw that Skywarp had bitten the hook so hard, one of his teeth had popped right out. Now Skywarp was wailing with more pain to deal with. "Looks good on you," the bounty hunter chuckled, showing off his own gap. He took the hook from Skywarp's mouth, letting the screams flow without interruption. Lockdown was surprised to see that he had nearly bitten the damn hook in half. "Impressive," he crooned, tossing it carelessly on the clattering table behind him, causing Skywarp to jump. This was stupid, considering he buried the laser another half inch inside him.

"Please stooop!" Skywarp cried.

"I'm all ready inside," Lockdown leered and went back to running the laser scalpel up and around the cockpit.

"Aaagghhh!" Skywarp screeched. "Why is life not faaaair!?"

Lockdown just chuckled, listening to his prisoner scream as he looped just around the top of his fuselage. Ten minutes of shrieking, crying and cutting, Lockdown finally shut his laser off and stood back. "Well, that's done. How do you feel?" he purred, removing the protective gloss from his optics.

Skywarp just heaved, mouth moving open and close in panting-like motions, optics half lidded. That was how he was feeling. Lockdown gave him a comforting pat on his knee, only for the clone to twitch. "I'll give you an energon pop when we're done," he teased. He screwed off his laser hand, replacing it with a heavily gloved, protective hand. He flexed his fingers to test it before tapping a digit to the cracked canopy glass. "Now we go deeper."

Skywarp whimpered. "No we doooon't..."

Slipping another heavy protective glove over his good hand, very carefully Lockdown lifted the fuselage chunk off the clone's chest. He grinned, pleased, at the sight of all the circuits and spark chamber underneath and inside. "Looks pretty common here under the hood," he observed, giving a few wires a flick, one causing Skywarp's right optic to twitch.

"It's all common, I swear," Skywarp gulped. "You--you should just put--put my... chest back and--"

"Tell you what, kid," Lockdown intervened, rapping his fingers on the side of the table. He pointed to the spark chamber. "I'll give you to the count of three to open your chamber on your own. Or..." Reaching back, he grabbed a laser scalpel, letting it spin effortlessly in his hand. "I'll go in without your permission." Skywarp moaned. "What's it gonna be?"

"I--I--I--"

"One," Lockdown started the countdown.

Skywarp widened his optics. "But--!"

The neutral rose two fingers and a curious optic ridge.

The Seeker's optics darted back and forth. "Can't we just--"

"Three," Lockdown finished, turning the laser scalpel on. The blue laser beam shot out with a small "voom."

"OKAY," Skywarp eeped, the plates over his chamber immediately ripping open.

Lockdown widened his own red optics at the sight of Skywarp's spark. No, it was a fragment, a fragment of the All Spark. So small, but it glowed like a tiny little moon in the dead of a black night, pulsing beats and energy softly through its trembling host's chassis. The glow was strong enough to illuminate Lockdown's grinning face. "Now that," he crooned, "is beautiful."

"Can I put it away now?" Skywarp whined.

"Afraid not, kiddo," the bounty hunter disagreed, turning off his laser scalpel and putting it down. Pulling a small holographic scanner from subspace, he studied the spark through it, reading over information it provided. Skywarp looked from it to him, back and forth.

"What-what are you doing?" the coward swallowed.

Lockdown kept his optics on the scanner. "A simple diagnostics run," he answered, "to make sure nothing weird happens when I go in."

Skywarp gaped. "'Go in'!?"

"I'm not going to pass up a chance to study a piece of the All Spark, you know," Lockdown stated, closing the scanner and tucking it back away. His grin was dangerously wicked again. "And according to this, power levels and radiation aren't at a harmful rate. I'm all good to go," he said, finishing with a thumbs up.

Skywarp's mouth opened and closed. "But but but you don't know what'll happen if--"

"Oh, don't worry about me, but thanks for your concern," Lockdown chortled. His optic ridges rose with excitement. "But you should be delighted. Because the way we're going to proceed with this is through interfacing," he informed happily.

"In-interfacing!?" Skywarp hiccupped. "You mean, like--like--"

Lockdown just nodded. "You strike me as the type whose never had their spark bonded." He looked Skywarp directly in those terrified optics. "I'm right, aren't I?"

Skywarp stared back at him, frown quivering. He couldn't answer, just drooped and looked down. Lockdown's leer was now predatory, tickled and delighted. "Well, how about that," he purred, gently nicking the shaking Seeker on the chin, "I'm gonna be your first, kiddo."

"I'm celibate," Skywarp chirped weakly.

"You aren't tonight," Lockdown retorted. The neutral then slowly opened his chest, his insides quite intricate from years of fiddling and tweaking. The clone watched with all his programs on pause, top dental plates biting into his bottom lip component. Lockdown's chamber parted, revealing his own spark, a strong but dark, glowing blue, three times bigger than the fragment in his captive's chest. He noticed that behind all that fright in Skywarp's face was a twinge of curiosity. "Is this the first time you've ever seen a spark?"

"Yes," Skywarp whimpered. "I don't like it." Of course it scared him. "Maybe you should put it back--"

Lockdown chuckled, drowning him out as he crawled up on the table, kneeling over the Seeker's body. Oh the discomfort level was so high...! "We're not turning back, sugar aft, so just bite the bolt and accept that," he insisted and Skywarp knew he was being serious. Before he could speak, he choked back on his next plea when Lockdown, with a grunt, released his spark from his own body. It remained connected by a single cord, a life line. Skywarp watched as it drew nearer to his own life force, its energy just as hungry as its host.

Skywarp pressed himself as far back into the table as possible. "Get-get it awaaay!" he cried, dental plates chattering. He had no idea where it had been!

The spark just continued onward and Lockdown said, conversationally, "An Autobot goes for a stroll one orn. He doesn't know that behind him is a Decepticon. The Decepticon ambushes the Autobot and shoots him right in the brass bearings. What does the Autobot say?"

Skywarp blinked, surprised by the sudden riddle, but dammit, riddles were like mind games and he was going to tell Lockdown that he had no freaking clue and-- That's when Lockdown's spark made contact with his, absorbing it immediately. "Aaahhh!" Skywarp promptly screamed, throwing back his head.

"Bingo," Lockdown snickered, grunting when their life forces touched. The All Spark immediately reacted, pulsing energy into the invading spark. They were like little bee stings, warnings for the spark to move away. But oh, it had no idea just how much its owner liked it rough. These paper cut pulses only made Lockdown tingle and grumble through his throaty laughter. Shivers went racing up and down his backbone infrastructure, just as they did with Skywarp, only with a polar opposite emotion.

The All Spark's power, however, was not what Lockdown had hoped for. It was pleasurable and he could feel its powers work through his body. Rejuvenation, relief from various kinks in his body; even the glow seemed to help patch up the wounds nearest it on Skywarp's chassis. But it wasn't at its full potential and knowing this, Lockdown was determined to push the All Spark's power to its limit.

Skywarp seemed to be completely engrossed, the foreign sensation of another's spark and energy flooding his systems made him feel both light headed and weak, high and pleasured. He refused to acknowledge the latter two, optics wide and mouth gaping, a scream that seem to never end pouring out. It was too bad Lockdown enjoyed those sounds.

"You're not being very fair, kid," Lockdown grumbled, twisting off his right hand. He watched Skywarp writhe like a worm on a hook beneath him. The bounty hunter groped at the table for his dented, bent hook. "You're getting more action than me. You know, when you interface, it's just common courtesy to share." Of course he never heeded this little fact, letting his hook twist back on with one hard swing. Skywarp stared at him from his squinted optics.

Lockdown leaned forward, his spark pushing closer to the panting All Spark. His face hung right above Skywarp's and he could smell the dark oil and energon creeping from his mouth. It made him wrinkle his nose and turn his head away. "Not ah," the neutral said and planted the tip of his hook into the clone's chin, forcing him to turn his head back. Skywarp hissed painfully as the sharp tip left behind a small puncture. Reluctantly, his frightened optics looked into Lockdown's.

"See what you did?" Lockdown said and held up his bent, broken hook. "You nearly bit it clean in half. You're more stronger than others must give you credit for." He eyed his hook with an expression of false disappointment and hurt. "And this was my favorite hook, too." The bounty hunter shook his head, still playing mock-upset. "I guess," he sighed before slamming the sharp tip of the hook into a shoulder wound on the Seeker, "I'll just have to do a little damage myself." Skywarp reacted with a shriek and sharp twist.

Lockdown's face was once back into a full blown, deadly leer. "Plus, if it can jumpstart that little All Spark fragment to stop being so selfish and share more of its power, then I guess it's mandatory," he said and his hook dug carelessly into the wound, making it deeper, causing fresh energon to bubble up. Skywarp cried out, afraid to move unless the hook move with him, inside him.

"It's working its best, I sweeaaar!" Skywarp sobbed. Lockdown did notice a difference in the pulses the All Spark sliver was releasing. Stronger now, but not as strong as he wanted.

"Nope, still not there yet," Lockdown tsked. He let his hook drag down along the wound, breaking through intact dermal plates across his chest, leaving behind a long, deep slice in its wake. Skywarp was screaming so loudly, Lockdown could barely hear his own processors working. But he liked that; removing his hook and licking the energon coiled around its dented blade, he liked that quite a bit.

It produced results as well. The All Spark fragment was now pumping out double than what it was only a minute ago. Lockdown could feel it washing into his system, boosting up his own energy levels. Skywarp's shrieks had settled into a series of erratic whimpers, his optics staring in horror at the ragged line of energon mapped across his chest in the hollow of his new, deep wound.

"Okay," Lockdown hummed, pushing himself closer to Skywarp's body. The Seeker watched him, unable to muster a word. "Playtime's over." The bounty hunter squeezed one of Skywarp's twitching, shivering hips, his hook going to the other, digging right in. Skywarp's hip reluctantly flew itself against Lockdown's hand, as far from the hook as it could get. But Lockdown had it firmly in place and now his chassis was pressed hard against the jet's, metal grinding and creaking against metal. The sensations caused both 'bots to shiver. Skywarp didn't appreciate it as much as Lockdown did.

The bounty hunter dipped his face an inch from Skywarp's. "Now we'll see just how strong that little 'spark' of yours really is," he smirked.

"But but but--" Skywarp stammered, coolant bubbling in his optics.

"Aw, don't be so scared. You'll have fun too. Trust me," Lockdown purred darkly. His long, ink black glossa slipped out, its pointed tip running softly along the corner of Skywarp's left narrowed optic, licking away the drop of coolant that had threatened to fall free.

Skywarp sniffed. "I doubt that..."

Lockdown just chuckled and shoved his spark harder into the All Spark fragment. His hook scratched and scrapped along Skywarp's side, back and forth, leaving behind streaks of pain and gray. Skywarp screeched, both the new energy and pain smacking him all at once. Lockdown just bathed in all those wonderful cries, grinding his body hard into Skywarp's. Perhaps the Seeker didn't know it, but his own chassis was pushing up, bucking into his captor's.

"There now, you're riding with the wave," Lockdown sneered, their rocking motions in unison with each other. Skywarp groaned with each pump of the spark, each grind of the bounty hunter's body. Though he was still terrified beyond his wits, his vocalizer had calmed itself considerably. The All Spark fragment was working harder now, thus releasing power that helped to ease and soothe his pains, like balm on hot skin.

Occasionally, to get some sort of sharp yip from the clone, Lockdown would latch his hook into a wound that had not healed or made a newer but more superficial one. A tweak here, a tweak there, Skywarp would mewl obediently without losing that frightened edge that turned the neutral completely on.

However, while it seemed like things were getting more tolerable, it was merely just a calm before the storm. Five minutes of bump and grind, five minutes of vicious clawing and pumping, Skywarp could feel his body prepare for overload. Lockdown could feel it and the intensity was hitting him just as hard. He was aware his chassis was now at its limit; anymore of the All Spark power might damage his systems.

"This'll be your first overload, kid," Lockdown purred, claw drawing little circles on Skywarp's torn up hip, crotch rubbing against crotch. Skywarp moaned and heaved, body releasing tremors. Always willing to dance on danger's toes, Lockdown kept his spark mounting and pushing against Skywarp's as overload became more and more imminent. "It'll be a killer one, I can tell."

"K-Killer!?" Skywarp gasped.

That was when his body finally demanded release. As Skywarp heaved himself up as far as the metal straps would allow, Lockdown retracted his spark a split second before the clone's entire body shook, his "spark" releasing a giant wave of electric white light. Lockdown sat back, straddling Skywarp's shivering hips, watching with squinted optics behind his hand as the light flooded the entire room. The tools on his table even rose into the air, floating and he half-expected the light to actually birth them to life.

But then, the light was gone and the All Spark fragment was still again, its glow soft and pulses delicate before retreating back in its chamber. Skywarp flopped against the berth with the tools clattering on the table, entire body still. His optics offline, Lockdown knew he had fallen into stasis. The All Spark sliver was still beating, so he was still alive. "I was hoping you'd at least stay awake, kid," he said, only slightly disappointed. His spark back in its chamber, he shut his chestplates with a soft click, lifting himself from off the clone's recharging chassis.

Silently he went to work, welding back the cockpit and rest of his fuselage. It didn't take too long and it was a bit upsetting that Skywarp didn't seem to feel a thing. After he was finished, the bounty hunter stepped back, studying his repairs with a satisfied smile.

Lockdown fumbled a hand under the table, pushing a button beneath. The metal straps immediately recoiled and Skywarp's body began to fall forward. Lockdown caught him in one giant arm before throwing the limp Seeker over his shoulder, letting him hang there stretched out on his belly. "Seems like your injuries weren't as bad as I had believed. Pity, I'd like to have fiddled with that sweet chassis of yours a little longer," he chuckled, heading for the door.

Lockdown shut the lights off, stepping out into the hall. "Let's see if your siblings come to your rescue," he said and the door closed behind him.

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His feet hit the metal surface with a loud boom, engines in his heels cooling. His sharp red optics eyed his surroundings, looking over the side of the strange ship he was standing on. According to the energy signal he had been tracking, Skywarp was here.

Thundercracker headed towards the nearest point of entrance. Something inside told him this was reckless, rescuing Skywarp alone. That and something smelt fishy.

But he was Thundercracker. He'd retrieve that idiot and leave as quick as he came, without a single scratch or sign of him ever being there in the first place.

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Oh, Thundercracker, you silly boy. Robocaine is novocaine, of course, just updated to sound more Transformer-y haha. I figure glow/energy from any All Spark piece would repair damages and whatnot, as it's obviously done in other mediums ala Sari's key.