Ice Cold, 7
:"P Had to go in to work at 5am. it sucked.
Title: Ice Cold, 7
Fandom: tfa
pairing: Optimus/other
rating: adult
Words: 587
Includes: sticky, prostitution, dubcon/noncon, deprivation
Disclaimer: do not own
“Are you alright? How did you end up here on Haydon IV?” Ultra's servos slid over his frame, touching every part of him like the Magnus owned him. And Optimus supposed that he did. He belonged to his Magnus forever, just like any Prime. He wasn't special. And the Magnus was staring at him like he expected an answer.
Optimus swallowed around a dry intake, and wondered what he should say to his Magnus. Would it be better to give him the truth or keep it hidden, held close to his chest. If Ultra was being sincere, and did not realize all that Optimus had gone through . . . perhaps he could come up with a pretty lie as to why he'd offered to suck spike for credits. Or this might be a test, to see if he would be honest with his Magnus. "I," he stopped, and tried again. "I was sent here by the council. No one would hire me. I was a failed Prime, and I," Optimus couldn't say any more. He bit his lip and let Ultra Magnus hold him close, waiting to be shoved away when the bot realized what a slut Optimus had turned into, selling his aft and his mouth to get fuel.
"Is that why you," the Magnus trailed off, and then started again, his optics hard and cold, "offered yourself to me for credits?"
A whimper escaped him as pain lanced through his spark, "I'm so sorry, sir. I know I shouldn't have." He was the Magnus's without any credits ever. All the bot had to do was order him to his knees and he would go. This time he would understand what to do. He could make it good for Ultra Magnus. "I didn't realize it was you."
"That's not what I meant, Optimus," Ultra said softly, cupping his cheek, tipping his helm up. It hurt to meet his optics, but he was given no choice. "Did you have to sell your . . your innocence because the council abandoned you here?"
It hurt worse to admit that he'd had no innocence to sell. "No, sir. I wasn't innocent." He'd had a lover before, and knew what it was like to have a spike in his valve and his mouth. "I'm sorry. I know I should have found something else. I know I should have offlined before sinking to this-"
"No." The Magnus's grip tightened on him enough to make his brittle armor creak. "You do not apologize for this, Optimus. Not for what has been done to you. Not for," the bot's voice cracked, "being forced into prostitution."
Optimus felt his optics prickle with lubricants. "But it is my fault, my Magnus. I could have . . . I could have chosen the noble route. I could have kept myself clean and let my systems run down in the snow banks. Not-"
"Never mention that again," the Magnus said, his voice hard as steel. "Never. You will nevertake your own life. Your spark is mine and I will not let it extinguish." The mech's warms arms wrapped around his frame. "Tell me where you've been recharging. I want to collect your things and get you off of this planet. The treaties can wait a vorn or two."
Shame curled through him, and he offlined his optics. He was an embarrassment to his Magnus, and now he was ruining treaties as well. "I have nothing, Ultra Magnus. I recharge in the snow, when I can. There is no place for me to return to."
Title: Ice Cold, 7
Fandom: tfa
pairing: Optimus/other
rating: adult
Words: 587
Includes: sticky, prostitution, dubcon/noncon, deprivation
Disclaimer: do not own
“Are you alright? How did you end up here on Haydon IV?” Ultra's servos slid over his frame, touching every part of him like the Magnus owned him. And Optimus supposed that he did. He belonged to his Magnus forever, just like any Prime. He wasn't special. And the Magnus was staring at him like he expected an answer.
Optimus swallowed around a dry intake, and wondered what he should say to his Magnus. Would it be better to give him the truth or keep it hidden, held close to his chest. If Ultra was being sincere, and did not realize all that Optimus had gone through . . . perhaps he could come up with a pretty lie as to why he'd offered to suck spike for credits. Or this might be a test, to see if he would be honest with his Magnus. "I," he stopped, and tried again. "I was sent here by the council. No one would hire me. I was a failed Prime, and I," Optimus couldn't say any more. He bit his lip and let Ultra Magnus hold him close, waiting to be shoved away when the bot realized what a slut Optimus had turned into, selling his aft and his mouth to get fuel.
"Is that why you," the Magnus trailed off, and then started again, his optics hard and cold, "offered yourself to me for credits?"
A whimper escaped him as pain lanced through his spark, "I'm so sorry, sir. I know I shouldn't have." He was the Magnus's without any credits ever. All the bot had to do was order him to his knees and he would go. This time he would understand what to do. He could make it good for Ultra Magnus. "I didn't realize it was you."
"That's not what I meant, Optimus," Ultra said softly, cupping his cheek, tipping his helm up. It hurt to meet his optics, but he was given no choice. "Did you have to sell your . . your innocence because the council abandoned you here?"
It hurt worse to admit that he'd had no innocence to sell. "No, sir. I wasn't innocent." He'd had a lover before, and knew what it was like to have a spike in his valve and his mouth. "I'm sorry. I know I should have found something else. I know I should have offlined before sinking to this-"
"No." The Magnus's grip tightened on him enough to make his brittle armor creak. "You do not apologize for this, Optimus. Not for what has been done to you. Not for," the bot's voice cracked, "being forced into prostitution."
Optimus felt his optics prickle with lubricants. "But it is my fault, my Magnus. I could have . . . I could have chosen the noble route. I could have kept myself clean and let my systems run down in the snow banks. Not-"
"Never mention that again," the Magnus said, his voice hard as steel. "Never. You will nevertake your own life. Your spark is mine and I will not let it extinguish." The mech's warms arms wrapped around his frame. "Tell me where you've been recharging. I want to collect your things and get you off of this planet. The treaties can wait a vorn or two."
Shame curled through him, and he offlined his optics. He was an embarrassment to his Magnus, and now he was ruining treaties as well. "I have nothing, Ultra Magnus. I recharge in the snow, when I can. There is no place for me to return to."