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Prowl sat leaning so far over the desk his nose was almost touching the screen. He had thought he could ride it out. Do some work to distract himself. It seemed that was not the case. He should probably see a medic. No way this was normal. But he didn’t want to run into the constructicons. It wasn’t that he was entirely ungrateful for their concern for his welfare. Not that he was fool enough to believe it was entirely selfless. Their gestalt was made up six parts, and he’d somehow ended up as the sixth and arguably most vital one. But it also creeped him out.
‘Hey boss you wanna open the door?’ He gritted his denta but said nothing hoping Bonecrusher would go away. Maybe he’d assume he was recharging, or that he’d slipped out…
‘Come on Prowl we can smell you from out here.’ That was Mixmasters voice. And what did he mean by he could smell him? Then again he’d always been a little odd. Now they were pounding on the door.
‘Go away.’ Prowl growled.
‘Prowl.’ That was Scavenger. ‘If you’re planning on waiting this heat out, believe me it doesn’t work.’ Prowl stood up and made his way to the door so as to be able to hear them better.
‘What did you just say?’
‘Waiting a heat out. I tried it once, when I was the beta. It doesn’t work and you’re just torturing yourself for nothing.’ Beta? The frag? Now Prowl was angry. Or he would have been if he could think straight. Why didn’t anyone warn him about this? They were probably not being honest about it being impossible to wait out. After all they’d be getting something out of it. Still they were here now and there was no reason to prolong things any further. So before he could change his mind he reached out and opened the door. As he did so he saw Scavenger stumble a little as though he’d been leaning against the door. He quickly caught himself looking a little flustered as he did so. It was sort of cute. Prowl jerked his helm back, surprised that thought had even crossed his mind. By now Bonecrsuher had taken his arm and was leading him over to the berth.
‘Just let us do all the work ok boss.’ Mixmaster said. Prowl said nothing. Wishing they’d stopped talking and just start fragging him. He’d already started petting his chevron while Bonecrusher stood behind him fondling his chassis. As they did so Scavenger reached out and began to rub his crotch panels. Usually Prowl would have put up some resistance. But as soon as they laid there servos on him all Prowl could think was how much he wanted them. How much he needed them inside him. He shut his optics taking in the sensation of their touch. By the time he’d gotten his valve opened he was shaking from anticipation. The three constructicons manoeuvred him so he was now kneeling over Scavenger. Mixmaster was sat on the berth, his extended spike level with Prowl’s helm. Behind him he could hear Bonecrusher getting down on the floor with him. Though he was soon distracted by the feeling of Scavenger slipping his spike into his valve.
‘That feel good Prowl?’ he asked. Prowl gave a small whimper and a nod in response. It did feel good. But it wasn’t enough. No sooner had this thought crossed his processor when he felt something pushing its way into his aft.
‘Primus guy’s tighter than a minicon back here.’ Bonecrusher grunted as he struggled to get his spike in.
‘Well I’ve got plenty of room here.’ Scavenger argued back.
‘Yeah well this guy’s all valve and no aft then.’ Prowl could hear what they were saying his focus mostly on Mixmaster’s spike. He wanted it so badly.
‘You want it?’ Mixmaster asked, holding it up. Prowl nodded, more enthusiastically than he usually would have. ‘Well gone on take it. Come on, your mouth’s still free isn’t it?’ Not wanting to wait any longer he took hold of the other mech’s spike and slipped the whole thing into his mouth.
‘Huh no gag reflexes on you are there?’ Mixmaster laughed in surprise. Prowl didn’t answer. Doing so meant taking the spike out of his mouth and that was the last thing he wanted. Deciding they were taking too long talking he started grinding against Scavenger, as he ran his tongue over Mixmaster’s spike. As he did so Scavenger let his spike squirm around inside of him. Prowl’s moans were loud despite the spike in his mouth. They were further amplified when Bonecrusher’s spike started to vibrate inside his aft, the vibrations creeping up his back. As he did so he reached out and started to fondle Prowl’s chevron making the smaller mech start to purr.
‘What a pretty little thing you are.’ Mixmaster laughed as he reached out and started to slip a claw into one of Prowl’s neck ports. At his touch Prowl’s door wings started to twitch and tremble excitedly as he started to thrust harder. Moaning and whining, or as much as he could with a mouth full of spike.
‘That’s it, there's a good boy.’ Bonecrusher said in a low growl. ‘You’re such a good little beta aren’t you Prowl?’ Prowl purred happily at this. That’s all he wanted. To be a good beta to them. To be filled up with their genetic fluids. To have their sparklings. To belong to them. To belong. His spark ached with wanting. Or maybe it was the build up of energy. Suddenly he was taken aback as something hit the back of his throat. He quickly gulped it down, not pausing his thrusting for even a micro-kilick. Mixmaster, to his annoyance, pulled his spike out of his mouth.
‘You really are good, didn’t even need to tell you to swallow.’ he said as her reached out and cupped Prowl’s face, stroking his cheek. ‘Unlike someone I know.’
‘You. Fire off. Too. Quick.’ Scavenger argued between grunts.
‘Well it’s no big deal now. Now that Prowl is one of us. Isn’t that right boss?’ Prowl nodded enthusiastically.
‘Come on we wanna hear you say it out loud. Who do you belong with?’
‘You.’ Prowl gasped.
‘And you like being our little beta don’t you?’
‘Yes. Oh frag yes.’ This seemed to excite Bonecrusher as his spike started to vibrate even faster. Prowl was overtaken by an overload so immense he arched his back and screamed like a tortured animal. His thrusting almost like convulsions now. This finally sent the other two constructicons into overload simultaneously. Prowl wanted desperately to keep going but to his disappointment they began to pull their spikes out of him, Bonecrusher very carefully. He looked up at Mixmaster, who was still sitting in front of him, and pouted.
‘Sorry boss. But this heat won’t end till you’ve gone through the whole gestalt.’
‘Come on.’ Scavenger stood up, pulling Prowl up with him. ‘I’ll show you where Long Haul is.’ Prowl’s spark leapt at the thought of seeing Long Haul. Well more at the idea of having his spike in him. He kept his frame pressed against Scavenger’s as they walked. Not because he needed support but because the idea of not being close to his gestalt right now was unbearable.
‘Sorry we couldn’t get all over at once. But Hook insisted on finishing his work. And Long Haul insists his first time be one on one.’ Prowl could almost hear his optics roll.
‘I don’t mind.’ he purred.
‘Heh. You really are a good beta. Better than I was. You’d almost think you’d had a gestalt before us.’
‘Nope. Only you.’ By now they’d stopped outside the door to the front room.
‘Well here we are.’ Scavenger said as he pushed the door open. ‘Hey Long Haul…’ before Scavenger could say anymore Prowl pushed passed him and practically jumped on Long Haul.
‘We broke him in for you.’ Scavenger laughed. ‘Have fun you two.’ he added as he turned to leave closing the door as he did so.
‘But I wanted to be first.’ Long Haul grumbled. Prowl however paid this no mind, his focus on kissing Long Haul all over his face plate and shoulders. This attention seemed to placate the other mech and distract him from his moping.
‘Huh guess they really did break you in? You’re covered in paint.’ Prowl looked down, only now noticing the streaks of green over his thighs. He’d probably need to get that painted over. Though he supposed there were worse colours to get over him. And green was his favourite. His thoughts were quickly snapped back to Long Haul by a growing ache in his valve. He started to rub at Long Haul’s crotch panel a soft growl of frustration emitting from him as he did so.
‘Want something boss?’ Long Haul laughed. Prowl looked up at him and said,
‘You I want you.’ Prowl answered, still working on getting his spike out. It was frustrating. He was all riled up and ready to go and here was Long Haul making him wait. After forever, it hadn’t been long at all, he finally got his spike to extend. He watched it hungrily, eager to slip his valve over it.
‘Like what you see?’ Long Haul asked. Prowl nodded. ‘Well before you can have it I want you to warm it up first.’
‘Please don’t make me wait.’ Prowl whined. Long Haul reached out and cupped Prowl’s whole face in one servo.
‘The quicker you do as I say the quicker I can start fragging you.’ So Prowl got to work, massaging the spike with his servo eagerly.
‘It’s not the longest I’ve ever had.’ Prowl mused. ‘But I think it might be the thickest.’ he looked up at Long Haul and smirked. ‘Wonder if you could fit it in my aft? Bonecrusher could barely get his in.’
‘Is that a challenge?’
‘Maybe.’ Long Haul chuckled a little.
‘Maybe next time. But this time I want to fill that pretty valve of yours.’ Prowl wanted that too which is why he didn’t argue. Eventually Long Haul said,
‘Ok I think you’ve earned yourself the tip.’ Prowl wanted more than the tip. But he also wanted to please his alpha. So he slipped his valve over the tip of his spike. Just enough to tease the opening of his valve. It was torture. Made all the worse by the sensation of Long Haul’s servos running along his door wings making them shudder. He started to whimper and growl frustrated at the wait. Still he held himself there.
‘That’s it there’s a good boy. Now you can have a little more.’ Prowl lowered himself carefully until, about half way down, Long Haul told him to stop.
‘You’re doing so good.’ he told Prowl. Prowl, whose frame was shaking from holding himself back, gave him a pleading look. It was torture. He wanted to frag him. He wanted to bounce on his spike. He wanted him to overload inside of him. He needed him to if he was ever going to have his sparklings. He started to kiss Long Haul everywhere he could reach, rubbing his chest plating as he did so. Then he had an idea.
‘Do you love me?’ he asked. Long Haul didn’t say anything for a moment.
‘Of course I do.’
‘Because I don’t feel very loved right now. I need you. All of you. Why won’t you let me have it?’ It worked. Of course it did. Long Haul knew what it was like to yearn for something. To want it so deeply. As soon as he gave Prowl his approval Prowl got to work. Humping and grinding like he was trying to start a fire in his own valve. Long Haul returned his energy with equal enthusiasm, his spike vibrating so much it was making Prowl’s pedes feel numb. Prowl gripped onto Long Haul’s shoulders to steady himself. As the other Mech placed a servo on his aft pushing him if he began to slow at any point. By the time they’d both overloaded Prowl’s vents felt like they were burning, and a loud hum was emitting from him. He climbed off Long Haul cautiously, his legs still shaking from the vibrations. He was exhausted, but the heat still raged on. He had to find Hook. He asked Long Haul if he thought he was still working.
‘If he hasn’t come looking for you I’d say yes.’ Prowl agreed this was probably the case and went off in search of the last constructicon. He had to hold on to the wall to steady himself and kept his optics to the ground. As he did so he noticed how much paint was now on him. It was going to be a nightmare to cover up. How many layers of white did you need to cover green paint? What about purple? Did they even have any white frame paint around? He wasn’t really the type to keep that stuff around just in case. Still that was a concern for later, he had more important things to do now. He pushed open the door to Hook’s… Well he wasn’t sure what to call it. It wasn’t a med bay in an official sense. Nor would he call it his berth room, since the constructicons all recharged together in the same berth. Maybe his office? That seemed the best fit. Well whatever this room would be called Prowl entered it without knocking. He didn’t want to wait. It seemed Hook also had no desire to wait around, as he was sat looking at a datapad his spike already extended. Without a word Prowl crawled onto his lap, slipping his valve over his spike as he did so. As he started grinding, slowly, he began to kiss Hook’s neck moaning softly as he did so. Hook, still reading his datapad, started to rub his back with his free servo. Neither spoke. But Prowl didn’t mind. That just meant he wasn’t doing anything wrong. He was doing a good job as their beta. And when the time came he’d do a good job at being a carrier.
***
Prowl sat furiously rubbing at the paint between his thighs. As he’d suspected there was no white paint to be found anywhere. Though there had been plenty of green and purple. Of course there had been.
‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’ Hook warned. He glowered over at the other mech.
‘Well what am I supposed to do?’ he snapped. ‘I can’t go out like this. Everyone will know.’
‘Would that be such a bad thing?’ Long Haul asked, sounding a little hurt. Prowl sighed, and bared his denta. He hated how much that pulled on his spark. Even more so now that they’d interfaced.
‘I just want to be able to tell others on my own terms. That’s all.’ He was about to go back to scrubbing when Bonecrusher walked in.
‘Well it’s official. There is definitely a white paint shortage going around because I found nothing.’ Prowl groaned and threw his helm back in exasperation. This was not happening.
‘Well it looks to me like you have two options.’ Mixmaster said leaning over him. ‘Wait for someone to get a supply of paint. Or…’
‘Or use your paint colours.’ Prowl finished for him. He pinched his enstril and closed his optics. Was he really doing this? He supposed he didn’t have a choice. Besides this would happen again, heats weren’t a one time thing after all. It would be more practical. Besides it wasn’t exactly a secret they were together, at least as a gestalt if not in a relationship.
‘Fine.’ There was a small
‘Yes.’ from Scavenger. ‘I’ll get the paint.’ He ran off before anyone could say anything.
‘So you’re really doing this huh?’ Hook said.
‘It’s practical.’ Prowl argued.
‘Sure it is.’ Hook replied with a smirk. Before adding. ‘So do you have any ideas.’
‘For what?’
‘For how you want to be painted. You’re the boss after all.’ Prowl thought for a moment.
‘I do like the colour green. But I don’t want to be all green.’
‘I reckon we can do something with that.’ Mixmaster spoke up. Once Scavenger, with Long Haul’s reluctant help, had fetched their complete frame paint supply and tools they got to work. They insisted Prowl just relax and let them work. Prowl was hesitant at first.
‘We looked after you last night didn’t we?’ Hook had asked. And Prowl had no choice but to admit that they had. He also admitted, though only to himself, there was something nice about having their attention like this. They manipulated his limbs so they could get every inch covered. But while this usually would have upset him he found himself enjoying their touch. Almost yearning for it. He wondered how much the gestalt bond had to do with it.
‘Uh boss.’ Prowl, who had closed his optics, opened them again. He saw Scavenger was sat in front of him, his spray bottle hovering just over his chassis. Over where his Autobot mark was still visible. It was then Prowl realised what he was asking. Did he want to keep it? The war was over, did it matter. Did he really need it. Would he want it if he did?
‘Go ahead.’ he reassured him, before closing his optics again. Hook, who had been tasked with painting his helm due to having the steadiest servos, cupped his face so he could hold it still as he painted his chevron. This seemed to be all he needed to send him over the edge as, despite his efforts not to, he began to purr.
‘Enjoying yourself boss?’ Mixmaster asked. And while there was laughter in his voice there was no mocking. Prowl didn’t answer. Focusing on the feel of their servos. And on the hum of their sparks. It had been odd feeling another mech’s spark like that at first. But he was starting to find something strangely comforting about it. Even if actually thinking about it still unnerved him. But right now he wasn’t thinking about it.
‘I think we’re done here.’ he heard Bone Crusher, who seemed to take the longest, say.
‘Tell us what you think boss.’ Scavenger’s excitement radiating off of him. Prowl stood up and made his way to the mirror they had insisted on setting up in one corner of the room. He stood before it and stared. In the reflection around him he could see the constructicons crowding around him. But he wasn’t really paying them much attention. Instead his focus was on his own frame. Most of him had been painted green. But his servos, upper legs, and chevron were all purple. His helm to his surprise had been painted a black. A choice that while he hadn’t expected he found he liked.
‘So what do you think?’ Long Haul asked.
‘You look like a real constructicon now.’ Hook added. A real constructicon. He wasn’t sure if he’d still call himself an autobot these days. And war or no war he’d never be a Decepticon. But he was, he realised staring at his reflection, a Constructicon now. He was one of them. The thought would have not long ago horrified him. But now it made him feel… Well he wasn’t sure what. But it was nice. He belonged here, with them. He was home with them. He swallowed.
‘I can’t see anything wrong with it.’ he answered. He heard a loud whoop and the sound of a high five, followed by an
‘Ow not so hard.’ And despite himself he couldn’t help but smile a little.