Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers…

Warnings: A near rape and a whole lot of angst.

Pairing: ?/Perceptor (You'll find out in the story.)

Rating: T

Author's Note: Just some oneshots of varying lengths, though some might someday become full-length stories- SOMEDAY. Also, if any one decides they want to use an idea that just happens to rouse up by one of the oneshots please message me about it, not so much for permission as to just let me know so I can read it. I would love to read them! Please enjoy.

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Prompt- Nightmare

Perceptor struggled against the mech bearing down on him, kicking out in a futile attempt to dislodge the larger bot from where he was straddling his thin waist, his clear, blue optics beginning to shine with tears not yet shed. He screamed, a spark-wrenching sound as he tossed to the side desperately, only to be held down by his wrists in a viselike grip. The mech on top of him chuckled deeply and attempted to shift positions, but Perceptor arched his back and began to crawl backwards out from under the heavy frame the moment the pressure let up, clawing at the tilted floors beneath his small hands.

He cried out for help, help he somehow knew wouldn't come.

Everything was too hazy.

"Come on Percy, don't be like that." One of his attackers purred sweetly from above the wailing scientist, pulling the smaller back under him and grinding his codpiece down onto the frightened bot, groaning at the sensation. "Think of it as your going away present to us." That amused, sickening, all too familiar voice sent a chill down the young scientist's frame.

The bot released the small scientist's wrists to stroke against the thrashing frame below him, pinching and delicately brushing against sensitive wires, ignoring the smaller bot's renewed efforts to dislodge him. He leaned down over the bot, casting the smaller in an ominous shadow as he rubbed his lips affectionately against Perceptor's cheek, giving it a playful lick.

Lights played intricate patterns before Perceptor's optics but he paid them no mind, instead concentrating on the memory flashes that seemed to play out before him. He struggled to grasp on to them like a lifeline.

They faded away despite his best efforts, back into the face of a mech he'd never thought would do this to him, ever.

"Please, please stop." He began to hit at the broad, unmoving chassis above him with all the might he could muster, his optics widening in terror as both his wrists were easily recaptured and pinned above his helm. "No, no, please you don't want to do this. Perhaps we could talk this over."

The world seemed to tilt, but Perceptor was too panicked to notice the sudden shift.

"Oh, Percy." The bot hummed affectionately, settling his greater mass over the struggling scientist and grinding himself onto the smaller bot, groaning. "Ever the pacifist. So sweet, so innocent."

Perceptor shook his head rapidly, tears flowing trails down his face. "Please Sideswipe, don't do this. I'm begging you."

The red bot grinned at the sound of his name stumbling from the scientist's lips, using his free hand to hold the bot's chin in a firm grip as he leaned down to lick away the tears. Perceptor shuttered and cringed away from the warm glossa sliding smoothly across his face, shaking with fear.

He knew exactly what those hands could do to a mech's frame, and with his own noncombatant armor even more vulnerable than those of their usual enemies, he could only imagine how easy it'd be for them to rip him to pieces.

Everything seemed to faze out and then snap back into perfect focus.

The microscope turned his helm away as far as he could and cried out to the bot sitting silently to the side, watching his brother ravishing the scientist's frame with an unreadable expression. "Please, Sunstreaker, no more. Make him stop!" He begged, having been too sheltered from the greatest horrors of the war to have many effective defenses from such potentially traumatizing occurrences.

He was crying, the screams becoming trapped in his throat.

The world tilted again and became an eerie bluish color.

The yellow, now green-tinted bot, locked stares with the scientist with those sharp, dangerous optics which know neither gentleness nor compassion cutting through Perceptor like an energon blade, piercing.

Sunstreaker moves then, crouching low and using one clawed hand for support as he closes the distance between he and the scientist in a way that Perceptor knows in not possible for a frame of the frontliner's build but for the life of him cannot put the pieces together into one coherent thought.

It is all starting to become confusing, his processor seeming to detach from it all in a way that is only vaguely familiar to him.

Those intense optics are burning right through him, two sets of them hovering above him.

"Please."

Sideswipe grins widely, tilts his helm in a way that strikes a wire in the smaller red bot in ways he does not understand, reaching down to touch Perceptor's face softly, a sick parody of a lover's caress. Sunstreaker's rough, battle experienced hands takes hold of his helm, forcing their optics to focus intently into one another's, absolute.

Perceptor's vision is narrowing, all else fading into the black void.

Sunstreaker's mouth opens and-

The screeching of Perceptor's internal alarm snaps the small mech into the waking world, leaving the young scientist startled and thoroughly shaken. He is hyperventilating, his systems running too hot and his spark pulsing too hard, terrified.

He pulls his heating cover closer to himself for comfort and calms his intakes, repeating to himself that it had all just been a bad memory purge- very much like a human dream but much, much more vivid. And after a few moments he manages to steady his systems, wiping the coolant from his faceplates with the warm cover.

Without warning he throws his covers to the side and stands straight, glaring down to the side of his berth accusingly before pulling a small box out from under it. He pulls the top open with much determination and begins to rummage about in it, pulling out various data pads as he does so…

And then promptly begins to erase their contents.

"Okay." He mumbles to himself, tired and still a bit shaken by the bad memory purge he'd just experienced. "No more romance pads before recharge." He solemnly vows.

Unfortunately, that vow lasted little more then a cycle before Skyfire introduced the little scientist to a new romance thriller not long after about a struggling medic and his secret love.

Perceptor still cannot look Ratchet in the optics without blushing to this day.

AN: Oh, Percy! You are just too cute! I wonder what I'll think of next? Who knows?

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