Can We Get A Part 3 To The Glory Hole Au? I'm So Excited To See Hot Rod's Reaction To Soundwave Tracking

Can we get a part 3 to the glory hole au? I'm so excited to see Hot Rod's reaction to Soundwave tracking him down just because of his legs.

He walked through town in disguise just in case someone might recognize him. He knew it was unlikely but there were other neutrals besides Hot Rod here. Who'd managed to escape and he didn't want to draw attention to this planet.

As long as the war didn't reach there Hot Rod was safe.

He could hear commotion coming from nearby and he turned down the street to see what was happening. He found a group of Autobots arguing with the owner of the store demanding a discount because they were there to protect him.

Eventually they were forced to leave with a huff and he followed after them because there weren't supposed to be any Autobots on this planet.

Sneaking around he learned they were planning on setting up a base there, for the planets resources. Which means it wouldn't be long before the Decepticons came there along with the war.

He needed to convince Hot Rod to get out of there and soon. He went to his work hoping to see him, but was informed that he wasn't working that day.

He debated going to his home because Hot Rod wanted space to make a decision.

He decided to hold off a little longer until the Decepticons came. Hopefully Hot Rod will have made a decision by then.

If he didn't want to join the Decepticons that was fine. But he'd at least have to leave this planet. He didn't want Hot Rod or their sparkling getting hurt.

Later that night he was asleep when his comm went off. He opened his optics and looked around. Grabbing it he answered still half asleep when he heard Hot Rod crying on the other end sounding scared. He immediately sat up looking at his comm worriedly.

"Hot Rod are you okay? Did something happen?"

"Someone broke in."

He felt his spark quicken as he ran to Hot Rods home.

"Where are you? Are you safe?"

"No I'm hiding in a closet and I can hear them."

"Do you know what they want"

"Me and the sparkling. I'm so stupid."

"You're not stupid."

"I should have told you. The other day I was at work and these Autobots came in. They seemed really interested in me carrying. I think they want me to become an Autobot and force me to become some kind of broodmare."

Hot Rods voice shook sounding terrified.

"Don't worry I'm coming."

He got there as fast as he could. Hot Rod was still on the other line when he busted down the door. The Autobots seemed surprised to see him as he attacked.

"Soundwave!"

He rushed up stairs to find one of them holding Hot Rod who was struggling to free himself.

"So the sparkling is yours?"

Hot Rod trembled looking terrified. His hands covered his belly as the Autobot smirked at him.

"Drop your weapon or I'll kill them both."

"Soundwave!"

Hot Rod cried in fear and the Autobot jerked him backwards. He dropped his weapon and the Autobot grinned. Before they could stab Hot Rod. He'd already pulled out another weapon and shot them.

Hot Rod ran towards him and he wrapped his arms around him. He cried clinging to him as he put a hand on his belly worried about his sparkling.

"It's okay, I've got you."

He took him back to where he was staying and helped cleaned him off, when he noticed energon had gotten onto him.

"I'd like to join you."

He looked at him in surprise.

"Are you sure?"

Hot Rod nodded.

"You can protect our little one, keep them safe. I don't want something like that ever happening again. The only reason things didn't... Turn out worse."

Hot Rod rubbed his belly soothingly.

"Is because you were there."

"I won't let them come near you ever again."

"I know."

The two cuddled together and Hot Rod quickly fell asleep. He held him feeling his spark spin in his chest. Reminding him that he was alive and that he'd managed to stop them in time.

Dratchrod where Drift and Ratchet are so turned on by how beautiful Rodimus looks while he carries their sparklings? Roddy is convinced he's not attractive with how much his body changed - he has a lovely big belly, his pouchers are now full of energon and very sensitive - but his two lovers beg to differ.

His sparkling reached for his energon and managed to spill some on himself. He cleaned up the mess and took his sparkling to the bathroom while he laughed and clapped his hands. Clearly pleased with himself even if he was a sticky mess.

"What am I going to do with you?"

He whispered fondly walking into the bathroom he grabbed a rag and went to turn on the water when he saw his reflection. He immediately looked away feeling uncomfortable.

His optics were drawn to his giggling sparkling and he cleaned him off. Trying to ignore his reflection in the mirror.

Hearing the door open he goes to see his Conjunx feeling nervous now that he's thinking about his body.

Standing in the doorway he waited for the look of disgust when they noticed how he'd let himself go and was surprised when they seemed happy to see him.

He assumed they were just happy to see his sparkling and that it wouldn't be long before they wanted him to sleep somewhere else so they didn't have to touch him.

He felt a tear fall and Drift gave him a worried look.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

He lied feeling embarrassed and Ratchet quickly scanned him in case something was wrong, which wasn't necessary.

He went to the kitchen and grabbed their dinner except his. Just looking at it made him feel disgusted. If he wanted to lose weight he needed to stop eating so much especially when he had cravings.

Sitting down with his Conjunx he focused on his sparkling who was cuddled against him. Smiling softly he rubbed his back and looked up to see Ratchet watching him.

"Why aren't you eating? Do you feel sick?"

Drift gave him a worried look and he shook his head.

"I already ate."

He gave them an embarrassed look and both of them smiled fondly. Which he knew was just to disguise their disgust.

"I'm going to put our little one to bed."

He stood up and went to the nursery. Rocking his sparkling a few times he laid him in bed and kissed his little forehead.

"I love you."

He ignored his hunger feeling ashamed that he'd dare to be hungry given how much he'd been eating.

He ended up going to bed early hoping sleep would distract him. When Ratchet and Drift tried to cuddle him later. He lied saying he was too hot and that he needed space. He laid on the edge of the bed with tears in his optics.

He wasn't worthy of their touch. If they wrapped their arms around him all they would feel is his fat ugly body.

This went on for a while and both Drift and Ratchet were worried. He tried his best to avoid them but he couldn't do it forever. After he almost fainted from lack of eating his mates sat him down for a talk.

It was hard and he cried a lot feeling ugly and disgusting. His mates tried to reassure him but he didn't believe them. He knew it was only a matter of time before they left him.

Drift and Ratchet were both worried about their Conjunx and scheduled an appointment with Rung. Knowing he was likely going through post carrier depression.

They also came up with a plan to make sure Rodimus knew how beautiful he is and how much they love his body.

Soundrod where Soundwave is trying to breed Hot Rod and get him knocked up because both have babyfever? They want to have sparklings so bad and finally have a night together after not seeing each other for days due to working on integrating Decepticons and Autobots together.

He looked in the mirror. Excited for later. After days of barely seeing each other they were finally going to have time together.

They'd been working nonstop trying to integrate Decepticons and Autobots together now that the wall was gone and the peace treaty was signed.

It wasn't easy and they still had a long way to go but it was something.

He'd missed him so much. Collapsing into bed together wasn't enough. He needed him so badly and he was finally going to get him. Which is why he wanted everything to be perfect.

Hearing the door open he came over smiling when Soundwave entered with a bouquet of crystal flowers. He smiled taking them out of his hands and leading him to the dining table where he'd spent the day cooking.

When he glanced behind him he saw Soundwave looking him over and he blushed hoping he liked his outfit.

"You look good."

Soundwave kissed him and he snuggled closer breathing in his scent.

"I wanted to look good for you."

"I can barely keep my hands off you."

Soundwave's engine revved and he looked up to see lust in his optics. Blushing he had a feeling they might be skipping dinner and going on to the main event.

He wrapped himself around Soundwave kissing him eagerly. When he stroked his spoiler just right he gasped. Soundwave took advantage and stuck his tongue inside.

He moaned letting Soundwave carry him to their bedroom while they made out.

Laying him across the bed he did what he hoped was a sexy pose.

"Please Soundwave I need you."

He pulled him down on top the two continuing to make out as they felt each other's bodies.

He moaned begging and whining for more. Soundwave's hand traced his modesty panel and he opened it with a click.

He felt a finger circle the rim and then Soundwave was pushing inside. He gasped giving him a needy look because it had been so long. His valve cycled down and he felt like he was about to come undone.

"Soundwave."

He pushed another finger inside and started stretching him. While kissing his neck.

When he pushed a third finger in he finally had enough.

"I've been stretched enough."

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll be fine."

Soundwave finally opened his modesty panel. His spike rubbed against his thigh.

He reached a hand down and jerked him off before Soundwave lined himself up and pushed inside. Both of them moaned. Their heads pressed together as they held hands.

It felt amazing and his valve rippled around his spike causing Soundwave to groan as he slowly pushed all the way inside making sure he didn't hurt him. It felt so good and it wasn't long before he was begging for more.

Soundwave pulled out and then pushed back inside. Fragging him just the way he wanted. One of his hands touched his tanks right where his gestation tank was and he almost came on the spot it was so sensitive.

"Do you like that my little carrier? Do you want me to fill you with my transfluid until your sparked?"

He nodded eagerly and pressed back against Soundwave.

"Yes please!"

He cried out. They both wanted sparklings and have discussed having some in the past. Making optic contact they both had the same question.

"Are we really doing this?"

He nodded wanting to have a sparkling with Soundwave so badly. Both of them seemed to heat up more as Soundwave pressed deeper into his valve.

"I can't wait to see you nice and round with my sparkling. You're going to be such a good carrier for me."

His valve rippled around his spike pulling him deeper inside until he touched his gestation chamber. He cried out in pleasure. His chest plates opening to show off his pouches.

He squirmed looking a little unsure when Soundwave didn't say anything. Looking up at his mate he found him staring at him in awe.

"Beautiful."

He felt Soundwave frag his gestation chamber and he cried out wanting a sparkling with him so badly.

"Come inside of me I need you."

Soundwave thrusted a few more times and then finally came inside flooding his valve with transfluid. He cried out in pleasure and overloaded as well.

When he became aware again he pressed a hand against his belly which was sticking out slightly.

Soundwave kissed his cheek and carefully pulled out. He raised his hips not wanting any transfluid to escape and Soundwave grabbed something to plug his valve.

Sighing they cuddled together both of them rubbing his belly and talking about their future sparklings. Even if he wasn't sparked now over the next few days he will be, because both of them have plans to do this more often.

Yawning he cuddled closer and fell asleep wrapped in Soundwave's arms.

Rodimus taking care of a sick / wounded Soundwave. The cassettes even help out by giving Soundwave plenty of cuddles and hugs.

He knew something was wrong when Soundwave was still in bed when he woke up. Confused he looked at his calendar thinking it was Soundwave's day off except it wasn't.

Worried he pressed a hand against his forehead and frowned because Soundwave was sick.

He immediately got out of bed and grabbed him some medicine and some energon. When he came back Soundwave was waking up slightly and seemed slightly out of it.

"What are you doing up?"

Soundwave glanced at his clock and tried to sit up looking panicked.

"I'm late."

He pushed him back down ignoring his protests.

"You're sick."

He gave him his medicine and some energon.

"I have work that needs to be done."

"Not while you're sick."

Soundwave shivered and he pulled the blankets up deciding to call Soundwave's cassettes to help him keep him in bed.

"Rest I'll take care of everything."

Soundwave wanted to protest and was about to when the door opened and his cassettes came in. They climbed into bed with him and he watched Hot Rod grin knowing he was trapped.

Watching Soundwave's cassettes snuggle against him. He went to call Optimus that Soundwave was sick and couldn't go to work.

He then went to the kitchen and started cooking an old Nyonian recipe for being sick. Soundwave would be better in no time.

He'd occasionally come over and check in with everyone making sure Soundwave was okay. He seemed to be resting which was good.

Around lunch time he brought Soundwave and his cassettes some warm energon. All of them happily ate it and Soundwave pulled him into bed.

"Want you."

Soundwave pulled him closer and he cuddled against him. When everyone finished their soup they snuggled down. With their bellies warm and surrounded by their family it was easy for all of them to fall asleep.

"Thank you."

He looked up at Soundwave in surprise.

"You don't have to thank me."

Soundwave shrugged and pulled him closer.

"I'm happy you're here."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Get some rest."

The two snuggled down together and joined the others in falling asleep while cuddled together.

Rodimus was born into a royal family. He never knew his carrier and his sire always hated him. One day his sire informs him that he is being married off to Megatron and Soundwave in order to end the war.

Rodimus is upset because he's heard all sorts of horror stories about the Decepticons growing up. He doesn't want to bond with them. His sire gets mad and he learns that his carrier was sent away after his sire found out they give birth with their tanks and that he has the same thing. He is pawning him off to the Decepticons because no one else will take him and it's either them or a brothel.

Learning his own sire thats always hated him sold him off to the Decepticons who were a notorious barbarian and wild kingdom with a history of vicious battle practices and punishments should not have been as much of a surprise as it had been.

Maybe it wasn’t the being sold off that was surprising but the way his sire emptied his tiny chamber with fire like a cleanse and stripped him to a sheer gown cheap shareware wore in the brothels he frequented since getting rid of his carrier, another surprise he had not known, was the surprise.

Being grabbed and stripped down for all to see was shameful and scarring on his processor but for his sire to say he was glad to be rid of him after spitting on his fabrics was a new low even for his sire.

“I’ve finally rid this kingdom of the last filthy tank pest and now good fortune can finally befall us with you gone. First your disease of a carrier that I rid to the wilds and later watched be torn apart by beasts when they came back for you. And now I’m finally rid of you. A stain on my bloodline and kingdom.”

He couldn’t view clearly with the smoke and coolant leaking from his optics as his sire smashed the crate closed and sent him off on a one way shipping container that would later be burned for use by the decepticon faction.

Much like himself.

He could only lay on the wooden planks and sob to himself as he realized he was on a slow shipment to his torment and death. He would suffer a fate of pain much like carrier who’d been discarded like rotten meat in such a delicate state to the literal cyber wolves.

His forehelm kissed the rough crate giving him scratches along his face plates and wood rub as tears and smoke seeped his optics. The pungent scent did little to assuage the change of city to deep wilderness and by the time he stopped mourning over a creator, the only creator, who loved him and risked their life to get to him.

He was at the outskirts of Decepticon territory where the boarding guards grabbed his crate and spoke in a foreign language his processor did not know.

The em field of confusion gave him the impression none knew he was inside and he was correct in his assumptions since most sent the offered conjunx in royal finery with their creator by their side. If he were worthy of such traditions he wouldn’t be here at all and allowed to roam the castles doing as he pleased while training to take over the thrown like the few royal families from his stories allowed their sparklings.

But that was nothing short of a sparkling tale.

This was real.

And his reality was unsealed by clawed servos a few hours later inside what seemed to be a cabin kept warm by a large fire.

He shuttered his optics closed, arms tightening around his exposed nozzles as his stabilizers hiked up to hide his exposed reproductive array. He couldn’t seize the cold shivering and chatter of his denta but he could try blocking out the horrified gasps and sounds of heavy pedes rushing off as tentacles leered above him.

He wasn’t expecting a soft blanket to cover and wrap around him. The warm, delicate, tentacles that lifted him from inside the crate and gently checked him over was also an optic opener.

Deep purple, black with hints of deep blue along with gray entered his bleary optics and the foreign language yet again reached his audials that came into focus.

He didn’t understand what they were saying to one another but he knew the field of disbelief and anger when it burst forth and presented itself in a physical manifestation of clenched servos and he was not ready to mentally handle the torture they would give him.

“Wait! I’ll make it easy! Just please don’t!”

He kept his optics down from meeting glowing red and the black visor that he couldn’t see anything past and tilted his neck cables to show submission. He was shaky in his movements as he forced himself to hold the position and lower the blanket but tentacles stopped him and the fields were hidden from his sensor net.

Rodimus couldn’t comprehend exactly what that meant or what they wanted from him since he knew he was sold for whatever they desired from him and seeing as his sire always spoke of him being nothing more than brothel material he figured his conjunx selling would basically be the same purpose.

“Mistake: anger toward sire. Intention: to have as conjunx, equal conjunx. Slave: you are not.”

The purple and deep blue mechs voice module was deceptively deep and an odd soothing capability that made Rodimus almost believe what he was saying.

“My conjunx is correct. We asked for your servo in conjunx ritus. Not to be sold and treated like this. May we know who did this to you? We shall send word to your kingdom and hunt down the scoundrels who’ve defiled and hurt you as such.”

The command and seething yet restrained emotions that swam in the other mechs vox told Rodimus this was the leader of the decepticons who lead his armies to ruin the cities and kingdoms that dare stood in his way. This was the kings conjunx who stood right by his side and conquered in equal just as he did.

This was the pair his sire sold him to.

Two mechs he couldn’t hope to defend himself from no matter the kind words they try to imply nor the care they show now…they were mechs in power just as his sire…one wrong move…

“I can freshen myself and become presentable. There is no need to worry or concern. I am fine.”

“You are most certainly not,” the king burst forth.

The purple mech held out a quiet servo to the king and took a clip step closer making Rodimus vents hitch.

“Wash racks: in need of. First aid: inside as well. Come: it will help.”

The slender mech used his tentacles to tighter around his frame and lift him further as he carried him easily to the wash racks that looked beautiful and cleaner than the rooms of his old kingdom. Not dirtied by polluted metals or filth. Carved, smoothed and crafted along with the earth and holed with warmth.

It made him less anxious as a solvent was ran and he was quietly directed to where everything was located before being given a key that locked the room from the inside and he was left in private where he stared at the closed door for a klik too long then rushed to lock it and stand with his back plates to it. Gaze searching for a way out only to stutter his vents with each realization that hit him.

He didn’t know where he was.

This could be a trick.

He could be surrounded.

His sire would not take him back.

He was all alone with no currency, no farming skills and no trade skills nor craftsmanship.

He was slagged and stuck here.

‘Frag,’ he sobbed outwardly, as he slid to the floor, balling up to hold himself just as he once did in the kingdom as a sparkling when locked in the dungeons.

‘Frag!’

He did not hear the quiet that rung out his sobs nor the promise made between two kings to destroy the rule of Rodimus’s sire who sold off his own creation when they only wanted his servo and spark after being graced with his kindness all those years ago.

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