One Of Those Post Q-Invasion Story Pls

One of those Post Q-Invasion Story Pls

Soundwave, Hotrod, Perceptor, Deadend, Clobber and Whirl, The group decided to have a vacation after the long work they had restoring cybertron

He relaxed into the oil bath. Looking at Soundwave who sat next to him, he smiled planning on moving closer. When Perceptor got between them.

"I don't think so."

He wrapped an arm around him while glaring at Soundwave.

"We may be on vacation but I still don't want you anywhere near Hot Rod."

Dead End who'd been sitting on the other side minding his business laughed. He huffed. Giving him an annoyed look as he blocked his view from Soundwave.

Looking around for something to do. He found Whirl somehow playing with a ball that hadn't managed to pop from his claws.

Clobber was getting a relaxing massage done which looked good. But he'd rather have Soundwave touching him instead.

Noticing a sauna nearby. He got up and went inside. A moment later and Soundwave joined him. He knew Perceptor hated saunas and wouldn't bother them.

"What are we going to do about the scientist?"

Soundwave huffed looking annoyed that he'd interrupted them.

"We need to find a way to distract him. I know he likes Dead End maybe we can get them together?"

Soundwave nodded already coming up with ways to get them together. Even though he didn't care about whatever was going on between them. He was tired of Perceptor getting in his way.

He started by writing Perceptor a love letter in Dead Ends handwriting.

It was disgusting and he'd rather write Hot Rod one instead but it needed to be done.

That night during dinner he sat next to Hot Rod. The two held hands under the table and Soundwave would occasionally rub his thigh.

Perceptor would have immediately gotten between them. Angry that Soundwave would touch his thigh and accuse him of being a creep.

Now however he was distracted. Likely thinking about the letter he'd been given and what it means. Dead End oblivious continued to do his own thing. Having no idea what was happening.

As Soundwave teased him under the table. He turned to Clobber not wanting to do something embarrassing.

"Are you having fun?"

"Yes. After getting a nice relaxing massage. I went with Whirl to this water park."

"We had an epic battle."

"There were these annoying kids who kept spraying everyone so we sprayed them back."

"We lured them under this giant bucket that dumps water and watched as they got wiped out."

"We also went on some water slides."

"We should go on some more tomorrow."

"That's a great idea."

Clobber nodded looking excited. He smiled happy his friends were enjoying themselves.

He jerked slightly feeling a hand on his modesty panel. He looked over at Soundwave who gave him a look filled with lust.

He quickly left the table and went to the bathroom. Splashing water on his face he looked up to see Soundwave standing there.

Turning around the two made out. Soundwave sat him on the counter and he pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. He felt a hand stroke his modesty panel when he stopped him.

"Not here."

They walked back to his hotel room after making up some kind of excuse that he wasn't feeling well. Perceptor looked like he wanted to argue and follow after him but he used Dead End as a distraction.

The two spent the rest of their vacation fragging whenever they could. By the time they left Hot Rod was feeling a little weird and wondered if he was coming down with something.

Soundwave doesn't want to show his face because he's embarrassed by his fangs

Ravage gave him an unimpressed look and he turned away from his adopted creator.

"You two have been dating for a while and are talking about moving in together."

"So?"

"Soundwave?"

Ravage sighed.

"I think it's time you showed him."

"I can't."

He shook his head frantically.

"You're planning on moving in together. Are you going to hide your face all the time?"

"I'll do what I have to. If he finds out he'll hate me."

"No he won't. Hot Rod will always love you, but I think it's time you showed him."

"No."

"Soundwave."

"No."

"Your relationship isn't going to last if you keep hiding yourself from him. Eventually you're going to destroy your own relationship fangs or not."

Soundwave gave him a frantic look. The very idea was unbearable. He couldn't imagine not spending his life with him.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Show him."

He sighed knowing he was right. Even though he hated it.

"Fine... I'll show him."

During their next date Hot Rod gave him a worried look.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous."

"I'm fine."

He lied and Hot Rod frowned.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded even though he felt anything but fine.

"T-- there's something I have to tell you."

Hot Rod gave him a curious look.

"What is it?"

With shaking fingers he took off his mask and revealed his fangs.

He looked surprised for a moment and then hugged him. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled Hot Rod close. Still in shock and also amazement because Hot Rod was amazing.

Usually when he showed people his fangs they'd look terrified. They'd call him a monster and a freak frantically telling him to get out of their house.

Other Decepticons had fangs. Including Hot Rods best friend Drift but they weren't like his.

Those were for aesthetic purposes. A lot of Decepticons had gotten themselves fangs during the war. Wanting to make themselves scarier and differentiate themselves from Autobots.

His were real. They were bigger and sharper than those with fake ones. He was what they were trying to be without having to face the stigma surrounding his kind.

Unlike most people he drank from the living. His fangs were used to puncture holes into their lines, so he could drink from them.

He always hid this part of himself from Hot Rod. Worried he would hate him only to be proven wrong.

The two cuddled together and Hot Rid eventually fell asleep. He watched over him. Brushing a hand down his cheek, as he stared at him in amazement. Even after finding out what he was. Hot Rod let himself be vulnerable around him. His head was tilted to the side slightly and his neck was exposed. He could bite him at any moment and suck him dry. Yet Hot Rod trusted a monster like him not to hurt him.

It was everything he didn't know he wanted. Something he never allowed himself to dream of because he didn't think it was possible.

He loved Hot Rod so much. He was everything to him.

Soundrod Gloryhole scenario? Hot Rod lets mechs use his valve in order to get money and save up and leave the planet but then Soundwave uses his valve and he's determined to figure out who the mystery mech is because their valve is so nice.

Going back to his apartment. He stumbled along limping slightly in pain. His last client had been horrible. Brutally ripping into his valve and they didn't even leave a tip.

Exhausted, he opened the door to his cramped apartment and collapsed onto his shaky old bed.

Even though he was exhausted and desperately wanted to sleep. He grabbed the money under his mattress and began counting it up along with the money he'd made that day.

With the war raging everyone was desperate to get off planet including himself. He didn't want to take a side, not after both sides left Nyon to burn.

Tickets off world were extremely expensive and work was in short supply. Which is why he needed to do whatever it took to get off world. Even if that meant he had to work in a glory hole selling his body.

Every day more refugees flee to the city he's living in as their cities are destroyed. He didn't know how much longer this one had before it was destroyed as well. He just didn't want to be there when it happened.

Sighing he put his money back, knowing he had a long way to go. He fell asleep trying not to think of tomorrow and all the clients he'd have to please.

He sighed heavily staring at the glory hole in front of him. He never imagined going to one of these places. Usually he didn't feel the need to interface. Too busy serving Megatron.

On the rare occasion where he wanted to release some steam. He would find another gladiator to help him out. Now however he didn't have that option.

The only people he could sleep with was Starscream, which would never happen. He'd rather die than sleep with someone as annoying and traitorous as him.

Or Megatron who would usually be his first pick, but turned him down for some reason.

He didn't want to get involved with whatever was going on with him. He already had enough to worry about.

It seemed everyone was trying to annoy him this past month. Constantly causing problems and more work for him as he inevitably had to clean up the mess.

The worst part was how horny he's been. Ever since he was denied it was all he could think about. He needed release and no matter how many times he used his hand it wasn't enough.

Feeling pent up and frustrated sexually. He needed to find release, which lead to him going to a glory hole.

He bought a room and went inside. Finding a pretty pair of legs. That were a beautiful red color. He admired them for a moment before walking closer.

He opened his modesty panel and jerked his spike a few times. Looking at the valve he could see that it was well lubricated.

He still stuck a finger inside and tested it himself, making sure he was ready.

He rubbed his anterior node and stretched his valve with two fingers. Admiring the way it clenched down on his fingers.

He grabbed his thighs and lined his spike up easily pushing inside. Groaning when the valve spasmed around him trying to get him further inside.

It felt so good and he began fragging his valve. Letting out all of his frustration.

It wasn't long before they were both coming. Their valve milking him for everything he had.

He went a few more rounds because his spike was still stiff much to his surprise.

When he was done. He went home feeling relaxed and satisfied.

Unfortunately it didn't last long. After having to deal with Jazz destroying his equipment, causing chaos to reign. Then Starscream making snarky comments. While the other Decepticons were no help. Caused him to feel extremely tense and desperate for release.

Even though he told himself he'd only go there once. He found himself coming back. Eager to find release.

Going to the glory hole. He found the same pair of legs as before.

He fingered him a little before pulling out his spike and sinking inside.

He'd tell himself it was the last time but every week he found himself coming back. Always making sure to leave a nice tip because their valve was amazing and nothing could compare.

One time he went and they weren't there. He decided to frag someone else and was left severely dissapointed and unsatisfied.

No one could compete with their valve and he found himself wanting to know who it was.

He wanted to recruit them to the Decepticons so he could frag them all the time. Instead of having to wait a week before he could visit.

Planning on learning their identity. He goes to the glory hole, only they aren't there. Dissapointed and horny. He goes back the next chance he gets only they aren't there again.

He keeps going back and every time they aren't there. Realizing they no longer work there he's distraught. He tries fragging other valves but none can satisfy him.

He starts trying to find them. Hacking into the glory holes computer to get whatever information he could.

He wasn't going to rest until he had them back. He needed them desperately and felt like he was going crazy he was so horny and needed release.

After hacking their computer. He narrowed it down to ten possible people who had red paint. He then opened their files and looked at the full body pictures taken of them.

Looking each one over he felt his spike twitch when he recognized the familiar red legs which belonged to a mech named Hot Rod.

He then hacked his personal information wanting to learn everything he could. He started with his home address only to be surprised and dissapointed when he learned Hot Rod had recently bought a ticket off world, which left yesterday.

He cursed his luck but was unwilling to give up. He'd find a way to meet up with him. Hot Rod was his, even if he didn't know it yet.

Hi, if you don’t mind, part two of Rodimus hiding his sparkling bump. Dratchrod edition.

The two manage to sneak up on him and touch his tanks when he’s at the half mark stage and are so shocked and confused until the device breaks since his tanks were touched and now they know.

He'd been so careful. More than he'd ever been in his life. Fully aware that if he slipped up at all his sparkling would lose their life.

He stayed away from crowded areas. Worried about someone accidentally bumping into him. As his belly grew he had to practice walking so it didn't look like he was waddling.

The hardest part was staying away from Ratchet and Drift since neither of them could keep their hands off him. Even when he asked them to stop. They acted like all he wanted to do was interface and when he refused they acted like something was wrong with him.

It hurt. He knew his reputation made him seem like he was share ware but he always thought Ratchet and Drift didn't see him like that. Although he should have known. No wonder they always wanted to interface with him.

Since they wouldn't stop touching him. Their hands occasionally getting too close to his belly. He made the tough decision to stay away from them. Worried about his secret getting out.

Sadly they were always coming around trying to talk with him. He knew they were worried they did something wrong and that's why he was pulling away. He felt guilty knowing he was hurting them, but he couldn't tell them. He knew how dangerous it was and he needed to protect his sparkling. Which is why he always made up some kind of excuse and quickly left.

He was terrified of them finding out and knew that it was for the best, that he broke things off anyway. They didn't love him. They just fragged him occasionally when they wanted to spice up their bedroom life.

He never blamed them and he was happy with the arrangement or at least that's what he thought.

It hurt a lot and he'd oftentimes go home and cry. Wishing they wanted to interface because they loved him. But at least it was something. Even if it wasn't what he wanted. He still got to have them in a way, so he should be happy with that and stop complaining.

Whenever they interfaced, he'd always leave right after because he knew they didn't want him around. After they were satisfied he'd clean up by himself. Scrubbing his frame until his paint began to chip. Unable to shake the feeling of being dirty no matter how many times he cleaned himself.

While he was leaving he'd watch as Drift and Ratchet cuddled together taking care of the other making sure they had energon and that they had fun. He wished someone would do that with him. He couldn't remember the last time someone gave him aftercare. He thought it might have been before the Lost Light left. When he'd hooked up with Soundwave because he'd miss him.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a yawn. Looking down at the paperwork in his hands he realized he'd been reading the same sentence repeatedly.

He felt exhausted and his whole body ached. Even though his bump was hidden he was still dealing with the symptoms.

Yawning again. He decided that he'd done enough work for the day and that he could finally rest.

He had an appointment later with Perceptor, where they'd check up on his sparkling.

He was the only one he trusted since he knew what it was like. He also couldn't go to a normal medic in fear of them finding out. They would tell Ratchet who would tell Drift. All of them would be disgusted by him and would kill his sparkling.

The very idea made him shake with fear. He barely resisted touching his belly. Having to wait until he was back in his room.

He already loved them so much and he hasn't even met them yet.

He would die for them and couldn't wait to hold them in his arms. He was a little nervous about being a creator because he was worried he'd mess everything up.

Perceptor tried to reassure him that he'd be an amazing carrier. He also told him about some of his own fears when he'd been sparked with his bitty. It always made him sad, knowing Perceptor had lost his sparkling. He couldn't imagine losing his own. The very idea was devastating.

He hummed softly as he walked. Even though he'd been avoiding Drift and Ratchet. They were constantly trying to make him talk to them, through various means.

Sometimes it made him a little uncomfortable and he wished they'd stop. He knew Drift cared for him as his Amica, but this was getting a little much, even for him.

Poor Ratchet was being dragged around even though he knew the medic had better things he wanted to do, then chase him around.

He was sure they could find someone else to frag now that he was busy. He wasn't special or anything. He was easily replaceable and most people would be happy if he left.

He sighed his feet aching. Luckily his room wasn't too far away.

Since they've been following him. Trying to get him to speak with them. They've been going everywhere he usually goes in the hopes of speaking with him. Including standing in the hallway waiting for him.

To avoid them he started going the long way back to his room. Which was hard on his body and would cause him to throw up. Luckily both Drift and Ratchet were on duty and couldn't bother him.

He enjoyed his walk continuing to hum to himself. It was a lullaby he remembered from when he was a sparkling. Although he couldn't remember who sang it to him. He just remembered the feeling of safety when he was in their arms.

He felt a tear fall when he remembered Nyon and quickly wiped it away. Cursing himself for his constant mood swings.

"Rodimus."

He froze staring at Ratchet and Drift as they came out of nowhere.

"Enough running we need to talk."

He shook his head.

"There's nothing to talk about."

He went to leave when Ratchet grabbed his hand.

"Stop avoiding us and tell us what's going on with you. Are you sick? Did we do something wrong?"

"Roddy we're worried about you. You're not acting like yourself."

"I'm fine."

He insisted feeling uncomfortable and wanting to leave. Of course the two tried to block him but he pushed past. The three struggled with Ratchet and Drift trying to make him stop so they could talk.

Drift wrapped his arms around his middle to stop him and he screamed in fear. Drift immediately let him go as he pressed himself again the wall sobbing and shaking in fear.

He felt the device break revealing his sparked belly. Which he tried to hide, while begging them to stop and let him go.

The two looked at him in shock when Perceptor came out of nowhere and punched them in the face.

They both staggered backwards looking at Perceptor in shock. The scientist pushed past them and grabbed Rodimus. Carefully taking him back to his room and making sure he avoided everyone on the way over.

Rodimus was shaking the entire time he looked him over. He felt his own tears fall and he promised to protect him no matter what happens.

"I'll find a way to get us out of here. I won't let them hurt you or your bitty."

Rodimus was so frightened that he had a panic attack and Perceptor was forced to give him medication which knocked him out. Since he was worried about the stress affecting his sparkling.

Once unconscious, he started making plans to get them out of there. The entire time his spark was racing with fear and he barricaded his room just in case. Afraid an angry mob would come in and kill them both.

Dratchrod aboard the lost light

Drift and Ratchet notice Rodimus’s frame changes shape often every month.

His thighs get thicker, his hips get wider and his aft gets plumper. They also notice his chassis seems tighter and his tanks pudge but only his lower tanks.

They can’t help it. He looks so attractive like this and they always want to ruin his valve when he’s like this but he doesn’t let them.

He blushes, looks hurt but covers it pretty well ( they can still tell ) & he says later but that later is only after he goes back to “normal.”

One day they wake up earlier than Rodimus when his frame changes and see energon blood in berth coming from his modesty panels and have a mild panic waking him.

He is so embarrassed and devastated they see him like this, he wants to leave and hide but they stop him.

Its then he explains he’s not a regular bot. That bots like him were mostly wiped out because their kind hates them. He fears they’ll hate him too but they don’t.

They stared at Rodimus. Unable to keep their optics away or their hands when he looked like this. Every month for about a week his frame would change shape and he was suddenly irresistible.

He looked so good. They often times found themselves getting distracted. Their spikes were always hard behind their panels and they'd have to jerk off multiple times to even attempt to get rid of all the extra charge.

They've asked him before. Practically begged him to come to their room. Both of them were desperate to frag him. Their spikes pressed painfully against their panels. Usually Rodimus would say yes. Always eager to frag. Except around this time and they couldn't understand why.

When they asked. He looked startled and then extremely embarrassed. Of course he'd try to hide it and claim he wasn't interested.

He'd always say later but it always meant afterwards. Don't get them wrong they loved Roddy no matter what he looked like. They just wished they could frag him when he looked so good.

One day they'd been cuddling in bed. Rodimus had been exhausted the night before and a little drunk. Not wanting him to be alone they invited him back to their room.

At first he resisted the idea until he almost fell over. Ratchet looked him over and decided it was best they watch over him.

Now the three of them were curled together happily asleep. Until Drift smelled something he'd never forget. Immediately he opened his optics scanning both Ratchet and Rodimus. His mind flashed to the war and he shivered. Even though they were safe on the Lost Light. His life before the war and the war itself had left a toll on him. There were some things he'd never forget and this was one of them.

Which is why when he shifted and felt something sticky by his side. He panicked because it felt like a lot of energon.

He threw the blankets to the side and looked down in horror to see Rodimus bleeding. A pool of energon had formed under him in the middle of the night.

He didn't know how it happened. But he assumed it happened before they met up with him. They should have noticed. He should have known that something was wrong.

Ratchet was woken when his blankets were pulled off. He turned to give him a grumpy look until he noticed the look on his face.

Sitting up he looked down to see energon underneath where Rodimus was laying.

Immediately he scanned him and manually looked him over. With Drifts help he flipped him onto his back and checked him over.

Rodimus was awoken with a start. Where he struggled to get away from them. Confused and disoriented.

"Rodimus stop! You're bleeding!"

Drift grabbed him and he only panicked more when he saw the energon.

"Let go of me!"

He struggled. Tears falling as he seemed to panic. He looked at Ratchet who looked just as panicked as he did, having never seen Rodimus like this.

He thrashed around like a wild animal. Screaming and fighting in a way they'd never seen before. He was forced to let him go and Rodimus rushed to the bathroom, where he slammed the door. They could hear crying from within. Which worried them both.

Ratchet immediately rushed forward. Medic instincts taking over. Telling him to care for his patient. He knocked on the door nearly busting it down as he tried to speak with Rodimus.

"Can you hear me? I know you're injured please let us help you."

When they received no response they both gave each other a worried look. He came over and knocked on the door as well.

"Roddy please we just want to help you. If you don't open the door Ratchet will just knock it down. You're clearly injured."

The door opened and Rodimus stepped out looking embarrassed as he stared at the ground, refusing to meet their gaze.

"I'm not injured."

He looked ashamed as he pressed himself against the wall tears falling.

"I never wanted to tell you."

"Tell us what?"

"We're here for you."

Rodimus sobbed and tried to hide it by covering his mouth.

"I'm a carrier."

"We know, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"You don't understand."

"Then help us."

Both Drift and Ratchet took his hand when he shook his head looking panicked.

"You'll hate me."

"I promise we won't. We'll love you no matter what."

"Do you promise?"

Hot Rod gave them a shy look and they both nodded promising to always be there for him.

"I'm a tank carrier. My kind has gone mostly extinct. We are seen as abominations because of our ability. I never wanted you to know because I've seen what happens to my kind. I don't remember my carrier but I remember the feeling of being ripped out of his arms and taken to Nyon."

Ratchet gave him a sad look. Remembering tank carriers he tried to help in the Dead End clinics. Only for them to be killed later along with their sparklings.

"I was lucky, because they chained me to the middle of town. Wanting the elements to kill me instead of doing it themselves. As a message to the others."

Drift felt enraged but he tried to hold it back and focus on Roddy who needed him.

"The people of Nyon had pity on me and let me go."

Hot Rod wrapped his arms around himself in comfort.

"I lived my life in fear. Watching as others were killed right in front of me. I remember one who was always nice to me and would sometimes bring me food. She told her partner after getting sparked. The two were bonded and she thought she loved her. Only for her partner to betray her. I remember how she screamed begging them not to hurt her sparkling. Her partner just looked at her in disgust while she and their sparkling were killed."

He gave them both a sad look. His spoiler lowered as his whole body shook.

"I have spent my whole life living in fear. I promised myself I'd never tell anyone. I've always been careful. I don't understand how this could have happened."

He looked sad and was surprised when both Ratchet and Drift held him.

"You're safe with us."

"We will never let anyone hurt you again."

"We love you and this doesn't change anything."

Rodimus nodded clinging to them as they held him close. Promising to always love him.

When he noticed the sheets he looked embarrassed and pulled away to clean up.

"I'll get it."

Ratchet went over and began cleaning up while Drift cuddled with him on the couch asking if he needed anything and going to grab it. He watched the two in awe and found himself wanting to bond with them. Something he never thought possible until now.

Hot Rod decided to play <<True or False>> with his friends

"Do you want to play a game?"

"What kind of game?"

"True or false."

"Do you mean truth or dare?"

"No."

Arcee gave him a wicked grin and he took a step back suddenly having a bad feeling.

"Come on Roddy it will be fun."

He was dragged into a circle with his other friends where they all stared at him. He shifted in discomfort feeling like he was about to be interrogated.

"Who's going first?"

"Hot Rod I have a question for you."

"Okay..."

"I heard a rumour you were in love with Soundwave. Is that true?"

He looked at all of his friends who were staring at him waiting for a response. Realizing this was a trap he tried to get up and leave. When his friends held him down.

"Answer the question."

"I have no idea what you're talking about!"

He denied. Not wanting to talk about this yet. He wasn't ready to reveal his relationship.

"Let me go!"

"Tell us what's going on between you two?"

"Nothing. Now let me go."

He kept struggling and his friends finally let him go.

"Why are you so interested in my relationships all of a sudden?"

"We've heard rumors and we want to make sure you are safe."

"Decepticons are dangerous and can't be trusted."

"We don't want you to get your spark broken."

"That's not true."

He gave his friends an offended look.

"Soundwave would never hurt me."

His friends all perked up looking excited. Realizing what he said he clapped a hand over his mouth.

"So there is something going on between you two?"

"No. Go away. Stop interrogating me."

"We're worried about you. We don't think you and Soundwave are a good fit."

"You have no right to judge out relationship."

"He's the Decepticons third in command."

"You don't know him like I do. He loves me."

"Hot Rod."

"No. I don't have to take this from any of you. I'm a grown mech and I can make my own choices."

He walked away before he said something he'd regret. Leaving the party he went to Soundwave's house. Noticing that he was upset his boyfriend cuddled with him on the couch. While they watched one of his favorite movies.