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Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con. Tentacles.
Word Count: 870
Prompt: Transformers, Unicron/Hot Rod - Tentacles - Hot Rod managed not to scream as he was dragged backwards, fingers clawing furrows in metal as he strained to reach the fallen Matrix. Unicron's booming laughter more than made up for his silence.
A/N:
Hot Rod muttered a curse to himself as he tried to get away from Unicron's tentacles and reach the Matrix. The god had managed to knock it away from him and was managing to keep him away from the fallen object.
//Just give it up, Autobot. Give in and stop struggling.// Unicron's voice boomed around Hot Rod. One of his tentacles lashed out, trying to grab the Autobot.
"Never!" Hot Rod yelled. "I'm not about to let you get the Matrix!"
Unicron's laughter boomed around Hot Rod. //You assume it's the Matrix I want.//
Hot Rod's optics widened as one of the god's tentacles wrapped around his legs, dragging him along. Hot Rod managed not to scream as he was dragged backwards, fingers clawing furrows in metal as he strained to reach the fallen Matrix; Unicron's booming laughter more than made up for his silence. His optics locked onto the Matrix. 'How did I get myself into this mess?' He thought. 'Right...I decided I wanted to end this once and for all. Looks like it will end, just not how I wanted it to.'
//Are you frightened, Hot Rod?// Unicron's tentacles slowly caressed Hot Rod's chassis. //I won't hurt you too much.//
Hot Rod growled, struggling to get away from the god, refusing to let Unicron win.
//You can't win. You know that.//
"I can at least try," Hot Rod said, but immediately regretted opening his mouth as a tentacle pressed itself into his mouth roughly. A whimper escaped him as the tentacle moved around in his mouth and as another one slowly stroked up his side, moving underneath his armor. 'Somebody, please...help.' he thought as the tentacle under his armor pressed against a bundle of sensitive wires.
Unicron snaked another tentacle out, rubbing Hot Rod's chassis right above the Autobot's Spark Chamber. //Open it now.//
Hot Rod shook his head, refusing to give in; he didn't want it. His optics fixed on the Matrix again, trying to figure out how to get away and get the Matrix back. He winced as one of the tentacles pressed down on his Spark Chamber; he could feel the metal buckling under the pressure. He bit down on the tentacle in his mouth, hoping to get it out. Instead, another tentacle wrapped around his throat, threateningly.
//Do not do that again unless you have a death wish.// Unicron growled. //If you do not open your Spark Chamber, I will.// To emphasize his point, Unicron began digging the tentacle into the other's Spark Chamber. //So, are you going to do as I command?//
Hot Rod growled, struggling again; he wasn't about to let Unicron win. He winced as Unicron's tentacles tightened around him, piercing his Spark Chamber, ripping the cover off of it.
Unicron chuckled. //Your attempts are futile. Now, stop struggling, or I will make sure it gets worse.//
Hot Rod whimpered as one of the tentacles slowly circled the chamber. He winced as it moved in and touched his Spark, crying out in pain around the tentacle that was still forced into his mouth. It hurt more than anything he'd ever felt before, and there was no way he could make it stop; all he could do was to continue struggling and hope that help arrived soon.
//You would enjoy this if you didn't struggle. It isn't like anyone will know. They wouldn't be able to condemn you for it.// Unicron brushed another tentacle over Hot Rod's cheek in mock gentleness. //It won't hurt if you stop. You know that. So...why do you fight and prolong your pain and suffering?// The tentacle he used to caress the other's cheek slowly moved down Hot Rod's chassis, joining the other one in the Autobot's Spark Chamber.
Hot Rod screamed around the limb in his mouth as his Spark was violated by the other tentacles. He whimpered, struggling as he felt himself beginning to overheat, as he began receiving messages about imminent overload. The god was going to make him overload, and he didn't want that; he despised the thought of it. 'How can I face everyone else if that happens?' He thought frantically.
Unicron's laughter filled the air again, echoing. //You're enjoying this, and you know it. That is why you continue struggling to get away. You just don't want to admit it.//
Hot Rod glared at the god; he wasn't going to let Unicron win. He screamed, however, when the tentacle pressed against his Spark again, pushing him to overload. He nearly went into a panic as he read the warnings that scrolled across his line of sight.
Unicron flung Hot Rod away, laughter booming again. //Don't stray too far from your comrades, little 'Bot, if you don't want to see me again. I'll be waiting for you to return to me, though. Come back to me anytime you want some more fun. //
Hot Rod reached out for the Matrix, pulling it close to his own body, curling around it and trembling. All he could do was stay there and wait for the other Autobots to find him, to save him, even if they took forever. He refused to move until they did, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself.
Author:
manga_queenRating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con. Tentacles.
Word Count: 870
Prompt: Transformers, Unicron/Hot Rod - Tentacles - Hot Rod managed not to scream as he was dragged backwards, fingers clawing furrows in metal as he strained to reach the fallen Matrix. Unicron's booming laughter more than made up for his silence.
A/N:
Hot Rod muttered a curse to himself as he tried to get away from Unicron's tentacles and reach the Matrix. The god had managed to knock it away from him and was managing to keep him away from the fallen object.
//Just give it up, Autobot. Give in and stop struggling.// Unicron's voice boomed around Hot Rod. One of his tentacles lashed out, trying to grab the Autobot.
"Never!" Hot Rod yelled. "I'm not about to let you get the Matrix!"
Unicron's laughter boomed around Hot Rod. //You assume it's the Matrix I want.//
Hot Rod's optics widened as one of the god's tentacles wrapped around his legs, dragging him along. Hot Rod managed not to scream as he was dragged backwards, fingers clawing furrows in metal as he strained to reach the fallen Matrix; Unicron's booming laughter more than made up for his silence. His optics locked onto the Matrix. 'How did I get myself into this mess?' He thought. 'Right...I decided I wanted to end this once and for all. Looks like it will end, just not how I wanted it to.'
//Are you frightened, Hot Rod?// Unicron's tentacles slowly caressed Hot Rod's chassis. //I won't hurt you too much.//
Hot Rod growled, struggling to get away from the god, refusing to let Unicron win.
//You can't win. You know that.//
"I can at least try," Hot Rod said, but immediately regretted opening his mouth as a tentacle pressed itself into his mouth roughly. A whimper escaped him as the tentacle moved around in his mouth and as another one slowly stroked up his side, moving underneath his armor. 'Somebody, please...help.' he thought as the tentacle under his armor pressed against a bundle of sensitive wires.
Unicron snaked another tentacle out, rubbing Hot Rod's chassis right above the Autobot's Spark Chamber. //Open it now.//
Hot Rod shook his head, refusing to give in; he didn't want it. His optics fixed on the Matrix again, trying to figure out how to get away and get the Matrix back. He winced as one of the tentacles pressed down on his Spark Chamber; he could feel the metal buckling under the pressure. He bit down on the tentacle in his mouth, hoping to get it out. Instead, another tentacle wrapped around his throat, threateningly.
//Do not do that again unless you have a death wish.// Unicron growled. //If you do not open your Spark Chamber, I will.// To emphasize his point, Unicron began digging the tentacle into the other's Spark Chamber. //So, are you going to do as I command?//
Hot Rod growled, struggling again; he wasn't about to let Unicron win. He winced as Unicron's tentacles tightened around him, piercing his Spark Chamber, ripping the cover off of it.
Unicron chuckled. //Your attempts are futile. Now, stop struggling, or I will make sure it gets worse.//
Hot Rod whimpered as one of the tentacles slowly circled the chamber. He winced as it moved in and touched his Spark, crying out in pain around the tentacle that was still forced into his mouth. It hurt more than anything he'd ever felt before, and there was no way he could make it stop; all he could do was to continue struggling and hope that help arrived soon.
//You would enjoy this if you didn't struggle. It isn't like anyone will know. They wouldn't be able to condemn you for it.// Unicron brushed another tentacle over Hot Rod's cheek in mock gentleness. //It won't hurt if you stop. You know that. So...why do you fight and prolong your pain and suffering?// The tentacle he used to caress the other's cheek slowly moved down Hot Rod's chassis, joining the other one in the Autobot's Spark Chamber.
Hot Rod screamed around the limb in his mouth as his Spark was violated by the other tentacles. He whimpered, struggling as he felt himself beginning to overheat, as he began receiving messages about imminent overload. The god was going to make him overload, and he didn't want that; he despised the thought of it. 'How can I face everyone else if that happens?' He thought frantically.
Unicron's laughter filled the air again, echoing. //You're enjoying this, and you know it. That is why you continue struggling to get away. You just don't want to admit it.//
Hot Rod glared at the god; he wasn't going to let Unicron win. He screamed, however, when the tentacle pressed against his Spark again, pushing him to overload. He nearly went into a panic as he read the warnings that scrolled across his line of sight.
Unicron flung Hot Rod away, laughter booming again. //Don't stray too far from your comrades, little 'Bot, if you don't want to see me again. I'll be waiting for you to return to me, though. Come back to me anytime you want some more fun. //
Hot Rod reached out for the Matrix, pulling it close to his own body, curling around it and trembling. All he could do was stay there and wait for the other Autobots to find him, to save him, even if they took forever. He refused to move until they did, not wanting to draw any more attention to himself.
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Date: 2008-06-16 04:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-16 06:17 am (UTC)Thank you.
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Date: 2008-06-16 03:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-16 04:56 pm (UTC)A little bit of both, actually. Unicron knew that, and, at the same time, he enjoyed hurting Hot Rod to do it.
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