Out of Bounds

Summary: *AU* What are you supposed to do when you're just a simple babysitter and a certain, crazy 'copter decides they like you? Mech/Mech, slash, angst, language, mentions of rape and abuse
Rating: M

Chapter 6: For your sake


Vortex couldn't wait until he saw Fireflight again.

The sparkling purred in delight, mulling over the different items he had stowed away in his subspace. He'd spent a few good weeks, pulling together all his favourites toys and other items he was sure Fireflight would like. Some tainted goodies (injected with his own special brew of sleeping drought), secret-cam dolls, a bouquet of crystal flowers (powdered in a fine, unnoticeable ecstasy drug) and his best, persuasive wiles..... well, the Autobot was as good as his! It was time, the helicopter thought, to make his move.

Weaving through the crowd with agile ease, Vortex came all that more closer to his target; the grin under the young Decepticon's mask growing wider. He could nearly smell the delectable scent of his babysitter (some sort of perfume that was reminiscent of fresh crystal saplings and the cleanser powder they put on bornlings), he was that close. Taking a deep, swooning breath, Vortex came to a pause, just enjoying his Fireflight's own unique scent among all the city smells.

When he onlined his optics again though, the sparkling was horrified to find that he had lost Fireflight. Thinking quick, Vortex approached the nearest lamp post, and climbed to its top quickly. Ignoring a few of the calls from passerbys, demanding that he get down, the helicopter tried to locate the white mech among all the other 'bots walking about.

Still, he saw nothing.

Cursing loud and colorful, the sparkling slid back down the post, deciding to scout ahead to where he had last spotted Fireflight, and then work his way from there. If only he was a little older though, and his rotors were strong enough to support him..... Vortex looked forward to the orn when he could fly into the air and easily track down his missing Autobot.

Deciding not to worry about that for the time being, the Decepticon got to tracking. It didn't take him long to figure out that Fireflight had eventually detoured from the main path, going down a side alley and then into a little park clearing behind some buildings. Confused, because Fireflight, though whimsical and easily distracted in his thoughts, would never venture down such a shady, unknown path, Vortex hurried to the other side; his rotors getting all stiff for some reason. Soft, almost familiar sounds began to reach his audios as he got closer and closer.....

They made his spark actually start to hurt. Which was a strange phenomenon to the unbalanced sparkling.

And when he peeked around the corner, he knew why.

“P-please..... p-please....st-stop,” Fireflight sobbed, choking as his intakes heaved brokenly. A strange mech hovered -no, not hovered, pressed- against the Autobot's wings; twisting Fireflight's arm and causing the jet to give another whimpering cry.

“S-shut up, whore,” the stranger snarled. Appeased by the other's quick silence, he rumbled pleasantly, picking up his vicious pace and slamming into the youngling's uncovered valve roughly. Visible traces of a freshly broken seal covered the bigger mech's spike; which also happened to be soaked richly in energon.

“Mmmm.... you're a tight one, aren't ya? Real soft and tender.” The stranger chuckled darkly as he forced Fireflight to bend more, allowing him to reach a deeper angle. At the shift, the white jet gasped in pain, sobbing thickly all over again. His assailant obviously wasn't pleased with this, for he slapped Fireflight across the face for the sound, before shoving his olfactory sensor into the dirt. “I said shut the frag up, you lil' tramp!”

The rage that coursed through him then and there could surpass even Unicron's own mighty wrath. Gritting his denta tightly, Vortex watched in fury as this stranger abused Fireflight further, before finishing inside the youngling with a satisfied grunt. It was a thick, dark jealousy that clouded his spark, bringing the helicopter to watch with narrowed, poisonous optics as the stranger stood up, tucking himself away, sneering down on the now tainted youngling. He didn't even spare the silently weeping jet another glance as he turned away; scuffed up, broken and covered in his raper's fluids.

He couldn't stay though.....

Vortex silently stared at Fireflight, still lying on the ground, sobbing, before he turned away and followed in the stranger's pedesteps. His visor flared brightly in the darkness as he went; a bloody banner of approaching doom.

XxXxXxX

“P-please....I-i -no! P-primus! P-please, d-don't!! Aaaaghhh!!”

Vortex didn't even flinch as the mech screamed, attempting to buck and writhe away from the pain, but he had been bound tight. The sparkling had made sure of it.

“'Don't'? That's interesting,” the Decepticon mused casually, walking around the mech's frame. His victim tried to fight against his bonds again, but the chains only rattled and clanked desperately, taunting the poor fool with the inevitability of his fate. “You aren't the type to respect someone when they say 'don't'. And yet now you're using it yourself..... Hmmmm....”

“O-oh, Primus, primus, pl-please, I,” the mech sobbed, “I-i, I d-don't..... I di-didn't do anything! I swe-swear, I n-never-”

“Liar!!,” Vortex hissed, dropping down to his knees. He dug his claws right into the mech's optics, digging into the seams and ripping the orb out. His prisoner gave a horrifying scream of pain, twisting and rolling as damaged sensors fizzled out, energon spurting all over his face and the sparkling's frame. “You touched what was mine! You violated and damaged my Fireflight!!”

“P-please, I-i....,” the mech sobbed, choking and spluttering weakly.

“Silence,” the helicopter snarled, throwing the optic over his shoulder carelessly. “Hmmm.... I think it's time we take our relationship to the next level,” he grinned madly, taking his mask off and looking viciously down on the mech. “Time to bring out the toys.”

Humming, Vortex jumped down from the table, skipping over to a rusted toolbox chest on the other side of the basement, ignoring the panicked screams and begging sobs of his victim as he languidly chose which item he wanted to use first.

“Fun, fun, fun,” the sparkling sang insanely.

XxXxXxX

It had taken him a couple orns, but Fireflight managed to push himself out of his berth and onto his pedes again. Silently, he prepared for work, ignoring his family's questioning looks. He knew they had been concerned when he came home that day, worn out from crying and scuffed, but he couldn't tell them what had happened.

He didn't even want to remember himself....

Showering and getting ready quickly, the Autobot hurried on to Starscream's place, keeping his helm down and his wings lowered submissively as he made his way for the Decepticon's home. He was forced to stop though when he saw the entire block had been taped off; dozens of officers spread about, keeping the crowd back and trying to gain control. A lot of them though, surrounded Starscream's house.

“W-what..... what's going on?,” Fireflight asked anxiously, stepping up to some of the crowd. The other 'bots ignored him, gossiping among themselves.

“Did you hear?,” a wide-set femme whispered to her friend. “Eviscerated, they say. Clawed everything out of the poor mech!”

“No!”

“.....heard he sawed off his, ahem, special bits too.....”

“....they said he did it for fun. Like it was some kinda game.....”

“.....choked him, hooked him up to some barbaric battery.....”

“.....kept alive for sixty cycles! Tortured!”

“.....always thought those children were kinda wrong. Never thought.....”

“NO!!,” came a screech from farther up the street. Alarmed by the sound, Fireflight turned his attention away from the on-lookers, watching as a slue of officers came out of Starscream's home, the frantic jet at their heels. “YOU CAN'T TAKE HIM! YOU CAN'T TAKE MY SON!!”

The Decepticon tried to pry them apart, clawing and biting and screaming up a storm. Eventually, a couple other officers came over and pulled Starscream away from the others, giving the first group the chance to reach one of the holding vans. Fireflight gaped in shock when the 'bots parted, showing little Vortex being thrown into the back of the truck, dark-stained servos and legs cuffed together securely.

The chief of this operation made some sort of biting remark to the pinned Starscream, and was slapped for his efforts. Snarling, the officer gestured for his mechs to withdraw; the holding van starting up and driving down the block first. Crying, Starscream wrenched himself away from the 'bots still holding him, storming back into his home with a flurry of curses and tears. From the windows above, his four other children watched the scene on the street silently; their faces unreadable.

Confused, scared, and sick to his fuel tanks, Fireflight slowly backed away, before spinning on his heel and running down the other end of the street.