Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or Spartacus: Blood and Sand (fic doesn't actually follow the plot, just has ideas from the series)

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(yeah... I've been watching too much Spartacus: Blood and Sand (18+ only kiddies!), but brain was insistant this would work with the Twins and two of the trio of datsuns, though the other is mentioned along with my fav saboteur. Hope you like and enjoy!)

The slaves were being brought down to the gladiatorial cells. Sunstreaker watched as bots practically lunged at the bars of their cells, whistling or humming their approval. He scowled, disgusted by the display, knocking back the last of his energon and crushing the cube between his golden fingers. Sideswipe, sat next to him, also disgusted by the whoring beginning around them turned away from the cell across from theirs as the bot began to ravage the pleasure femme.

Sunstreaker sighed wearily watching as Swindle almost pranced by. Not two breems later did, the champion of the arena, Jazz, stalk by, clearly still pining over the loss of his mate that died in his arms upon being reunited not two orns ago, his visor dull and listless. "Seems the famous Prowl didn't live up to everybody's expectations" he muttered watching as the Champion of the Ludus disappeared into the shadows.

"Have you no feeling?" Sideswipe chided, his optics glittering a searing cobalt "The mech lost his reason for being sane in this madhouse"

"I came because you were sold here" Sunstreaker reminded harshly eyeing his twin that he had been separated from nearly two vorns earlier in a hit and run upon their town, both having met in the arena and impressing Sideswipe's Dominous with their defiance, so that Sunstreaker was taken into the gladiatorial school.

"But Jazz was different" Sideswipe replied softly staring off into the shadows, ignoring the cries and gasps of pleasure and pain around their cell. "He came because he was sold into the arena by the vengeful mech he deserted when his village was in trouble, his mate stripped from his side. Pray Primus has mercy on him"

"Heh, Primus" Sunstreaker snorted leaning back against the grubby silver metal of the wall from his berth "Jazz's victory against Shockwave in the arena brought the energon rains to Kaon and ended this blasted drought. He filled our Dominous' purse with credits and he gets a dead mate in return. Bastard is cursed by the god. As is every other bot in this Unmaker's palace"

"You did not say that when Bluestreak caught your optic" Sideswipe jibed sombrely, referring to their Domina's young servant that Sunstreaker had become infatuated with upon being summoned to please their master's mistress when the owner of the gladiator school had been purchasing new slaves in the market, spending the bounty that Jazz had won them in the arena.

Sunstreaker's faceplate twisted into a scowl glaring at his red twin who shrugged in response, going about the cleaning of his armoured plating as a guard made his way through the cells towards them "Sunstreaker, you have been summoned" the guard drone recited as ordered, opening the cell, the golden warrior rising from his berth obediently.

As his brother disappeared up into the world of politics and corruption after the guard drone, Swindle came by once more dragging a familiar mech by the doorwing "Here's your goods Sideswipe" Swindle chirped shoving the mech in the unlocked cell, giving a dismissive wave as he left the way he had come, whistling a jaunty tune.

"Ha, goods indeed, I'm a simple entertainer slave" the mech sniffed a large 38 plastered across his doorwings, dusting himself off as Sideswipe approached smiling a predators smile, his arms extended as if to hug the newcomer.

"Why hello Smokescreen" Sideswipe purred into the Praxian's audio, his glossa flicking out to flirt with the sensor making the mech gasp and arch in surprise at his boldness.

"One usually lets me spread myself on the berth first" Smokescreen whispered back nibbling on an exposed neck cable as red armoured arms enveloped his hips.

"I haven't seen you in three orns" Sideswipe replied guiding the excited mech in his arms backwards, towards the wall, wings of his lover spreading so that the blue and red frame was propped against the metal barrier. "I'm allowed to be impatient"

"Then all is forgiven" Smokescreen grinned kissing him full on the lip-plates, feeling the red warrior grasp his hips and shove him up the wall, so that his pedes were suspended above the floor, their hips grinding together as glossas tangled, Sideswipe's servos holding Smokescreen's thighs as the Praxian's fingers sneaked into gaps in the ruby plating, arousing and exciting their frames. Two interface panels slid open, the Praxian baring his valve, the gladiator his spike.

Their voices joined the many filling the gladiator's cells.

-Above the Cells-

The Dominous' villa was the only thing for miles in a sea of metal landscape, the Ludus built around it. The villa itself was a work of art, built painstakingly with solid centivorn lasting materials with works of modern art painted onto the walls. Tasteful furniture was scattered around the airy open plan home of the Dominous and his choice of mate. Same could be said for the bath his mistress now bathed in, being attended to by a graceful grey Praxian mech.

Sunstreaker smiled to himself in secret pleasure as he saw Bluestreak cross the room and retrieve a jug of solvents elegantly pouring it into the pool his Domina relaxed in, making their master's consort sigh in pleasure and turn away so that the collared Praxian could massage her back-plating.

The Mistress moaned appreciatively as the young mech massaged her back, his servos soothing tense aching wires, with simple, but firm strokes. "Leave us" the Domina ordered after she felt loose enough, her red accented servant bowing and sidling by a lustfully watching Sunstreaker, risking a glance up at the blue, wandering optics that scoured his frame. The Praxian blushed, his silver faceplates dyeing a dark silverfish/grey as the mech picked up his pace out of the room his doorwings flattened in embaressment, stopping only to close the curtains made from a silky expensive metallic fabric, shutting off the view into the pool.

"Sunstreaker" the Domina said serenely opening her arms wide as if to hug him.

Vile Witch, Sunstreaker thought, even as his glossa weaved her title "Domina" in a respectful, distant tone. "What do you wish?"

"Come" the femme cooed as he internally shied away, thinking of the servant-slave just beyond the closed curtains behind him as his mistress retracted her interface panel baring her valve. "I have need of you"