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Day to Day	By : anonfeather Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 2678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Day to Day (Part 1/3)

Rating: M/NC-17

Pairing: Megatron/Soundwave

Universe: G1

Disclaimer: Not mine, Hasbro's and other people.

Warnings: Dub-con, sticky,

Summary: This is a prompt taken from the tfanonkink. Dub-con/oral/size kink. I would like Megatron having.. little sessions with Soundwave. All of which are unexpected, and surprise the gigawatt's out of Soundwave. (complete prompt: http://community.livejournal.com/tfanonkink/491.html?thread=2812651#t2812651 )
Author's Note: Almost pointless smut. I generously thank anontfwriter for taking the time to beta this. Also, Megatron talks dirty and I don't know why.
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Things had started out very simply. In hindsight, Soundwave could now pinpoint when it’d all started.
They had returned from a raid and as Soundwave took his place at the monitor to write his usually unread report, Megatron strolled behind him and placed a servo on his shoulder. He leaned slightly near his audio and gave a raspy: “Good job, Soundwave. You've performed adequately.” Then the leader of the Decepticon had retired to his quarters.
Soundwave had been surprised by the praise. He felt proud that Megatron had noticed his effort, but at the same time a certain concern bloomed. He felt that Megatron's praise had an underlying implication but he couldn't find the source. He concentrated on his work to shake off the feeling.
Then, one week later, as Soundwave was retrieving his rations he noticed that a mistake had been made. He received more then what he was usually allotted. He went to Megatron to inform him of the situation. Megatron looked at him and answered.
“No mistakes were made Soundwave. I decided to raise you energon quota for all that you’ve accomplished. If you so desire, you may share your rations with your cassettes as well.” Soundwave graciously bowed and thanked the lord for his generosity.
Megatron smiled and caressed Soundwave's helm and lifted his head so that their optics met. “I offer treats to my best followers, Soundwave.” His faceplate warmed up, and he nervously ventilated. He wished to back away, but his master held him firmly. His discomfort wasn't unnoticed.
“Hmm...” Megatron started, a smile stretching across his faceplate.. “You’re running hot, aren't you?” The lord pressed closer to his subordinate. “I think I’ll have to do something about it...” Soundwave couldn't mistake the seduction in his lord's voice. Nor the servo running down his chest glass to his hip were rather obvious hints.
“.. My lord..” Soundwave murmured, uncertain of the sudden turn of event.
“Hush now.” Soundwave stayed silent and immobile. His spark was buzzing so loudly that he was sure that the warlord could hear it. Megatron kept staring and inspecting him. His hand stroked his side pleasantly. Soundwave felt pulled into the caress.
Then, Megatron backed away. The unexpected move almost made Soundwave stumble a step forward. The leader of the Decepticon gave a cryptic, but devious smile. “You're dismissed, Soundwave.”
Confused and flushed it took an instant to grasp the order. He bowed again and left the command room in a hurry. Out of Megatron's sight, he pressed his back to a wall and forced himself to regain a slower air cycle. His processor was spinning, and he still felt warm from the lingering touches on his body. He couldn't believe that Megatron had developed an interest in him. He had worked for the mech for vorns and there was never any indication of such a desire. He didn't know what to make of it. And he especially didn't know how he should react in the event it occurred again.
In the days and then the weeks that passed Megatron didn't show any interest in him again. Soundwave thought about reading his leader's mind, but quickly waived the idea away. He would never – and should have never even thought about doing such a thing. It would be treason. And thinking of treason, the telepath spent a thought on Starscream. It could be that Megatron had turned his attention on him because Starscream was withholding. It was common knowledge after all how he got to be second-in-command. And it wasn't unusual for them to have lover spats. It seemed rather reasonable that Soundwave had been used to make Starscream jealous. Recently, he's been receiving scorned looks every time he encountered the air commander. Soundwave convinced himself of his theory. After all, there wasn't a better explanation.
Over time, the encounter with Megatron had slipped out of his mind. He was in his quarters efficiently cleaning out dirt out of Buzzsaw's wing. Laserbeak was preening herself in front of a large wall-mirror. Rumble seemed to be amusing himself with a small human device. The rest were on-duty, not scheduled to return for a while.
A chime from the door made him stop. He looked curiously at the door while Buzzsaw pecked his servo to make him continue the grooming. Usually, if Soundwave was required to do something, they would use a comm. Sometimes someone might come for one of the cassette, though usually Skywarp just teleported in.
Soundwave silently reprimanded Buzzsaw for the peck and shooed him away so he could answer the door. The condor squawked and joined his twin sister in-front of the mirror. Laserbeak reflexively started to groom her brother.
Soundwave opened the door and was taken aback to see his leader on the other side. He wondered if he had been summoned and his comm was faulty. Rather ironic for a communications officer.
“Lord Megatron.” Soundwave greeted promptly. “Soundwave: Presence required?”
“Yes,” Megatron answered. There was something in his tone of voice and his smile that made Soundwave shiver. Megatron pressed himself forward, making Soundwave move out of the way. He panicked, having realized that his quarters weren't tidied. He would have made the place immaculate if he had known that his leader was going to visit him.
Megatron analyzed the room and pursed his lips when he saw the cassettes. They were all looking at the warlord, just as confused as Soundwave was by his presence.
“You three, leave.” He ordered. The birds glanced and each other then flew out of the room. Rumble got to his feet and followed the others tucking his device in subspace. He gave a slow questioning look between Megatron and Soundwave.
“Ah, nice knowing you Boss,” he said dramatically as he left. The door slid shut, leaving Megatron and Soundwave in a rather tense silence. Soundwave stood to attention, awaiting whatever task Megatron had come to give him. At least, he hoped it was a task. He hadn't made any blunders, nor had the cassettes. He didn't know how, but maybe Megatron had learned about his fleeting though of reading his mind. Deep worry crept into the tape-deck's processor.
“Nice subordinates,” called Megatron sarcastically after Rumble's comment.
“Rumble: worried. Compensate worry with humour. ” Soundwave answered automatically. Then he stressed wondering if he should have. Megatron looked at him, studying him intensely. A few astroseconds passed and Soundwave felt he had to offer more explanations so Megatron would be satisfied and stopped starting. “Rumble: Projects thought and emotions. Soundwave: Receives involuntary projections. Occurrence frequent with numerous mechs.”
“Interesting...” Megatron drawled. Then with a disconcerting smile he asked. “Tell me what I'm are my thoughts?”
“My lord!” Soundwave panicked. “Soundwave: Blocks Megatron's projections!”
The warlord chuckled deeply then ordered. “Do it.”
Soundwave stalled and motionless fidgeted. He concentrated and lowered some firewalls that would allow him to gather the gun-former's surface thoughts. He sent some energy to lightly probe his leader's mind. Soundwave had expected some resistance, or a show of mental force to show that no mech could penetrate the Decepticon's leader processor. He kept waiting to encounter some strong and brutal backlash. That would have been a suitable punishment for that split-second of treacherous though that occurred the other day.
Instead, not only did mental wall yielded, but Megatron's was actively pushing thoughts towards Soundwave. Strong lustful feelings were flowing along with provocative images. All of them with him as the subject. He saw himself succumbing to Megatron's desire in so many possible positions. In one image he was bent over a chair, aft in the air while Megatron stood behind. Another showed him riding his lord on a battlefield. Quickly it was replaced with another fantasy of him being chained to a berth spread-eagle.
He couldn't focus with the continuous pelting of interfacing fantasy that starred him. The lust waves were making him dizzy. His legs were weak and he fell backwards. He tried to sever the mental connection, but Megatron kept projecting more images. Each one more obscene than the previous.
Soundwave moved back until he could use the wall as a crutch to stand up. He had climbed to his feet and kept his balance on the large mirror. Suddenly, the images that Megatron was broadcasting stopped on one specific position.
A hungry smirk etched on Megatron's faceplate as the position became clearer. Soundwave fretted nervously as Megatron advance in a predatory fashion.
“Turn around, Soundwave.”
Soundwave trembled but executed the order. Megatron pressed close and put a pressure between the shoulders to make navy mech bend forward. Soundwave extended his arms and held himself on the mirror.
“Yes...That's good...” Megatron stayed close, rubbing himself on his prone subordinate. He trailed a servo down and groped the aft.
“My l-lord,” static was buzzing around his words. His frame was heating up and the cooling fans kicked in.
“Yes, you're enjoying this aren't you?” Megatron rubbed at the transformation seam of the interface panel. “Come now, open up. I want to feel your wet and dripping valve.” A small static burst left Soundwave's vocaliser. The panel opened up on its own and Megatron gave a pleased murmur.
“You like this...It feels good, doesn't it? You don't let anyone there do you?” One of the warlord's fingers was slowly circling his valve. Soundwave shook his head. “Yes... I like that. I like knowing you won't slut around. That you're all mine...” The finger slowly sank into him. Soundwave let out a soundless moan. It was thick and filled him up. “Ah you're so tight, aren't you? You're straining against one single digit. You don't even do this to yourself!” Megatron sounded so satisfied by that discovery. The finger was nestled as deep as it could. Megatron kept it there, bending it a few times to savour Soundwave's quaking around it.
He pulled it out as slowly as he had entered. A plaintive whine left Soundwave's vocaliser.
“Oh don't worry it's not going very far.” Megatron chuckled darkly. He pushed the digit inside again, with more force. “See, its back there again, filling you deep. Do you think it's enough? Do you want a brother to join?” As he spoke, Megatron kept pumping the finger in and out of the leaking valve.

“Answer the question Soundwave.”
Soundwave fought to try to have a coherent thought, but a heavy haze clouded his processor. Every ounce of lust that Megatron felt has synched with him. “Soundwave: f-full.”
“Ah, don't be like that. I'm sure you can take some more. However am I going to fit if you can't take one single finger.” Soundwave shivered at the thought. “I'm going to have to spend the whole night stretching you up...”
“L-lord Megatron..”
“Though, you look rather delicious like this right now.” Megatron was looking at Soundwave's reflexion. Soundwave didn't have to look at the mirror to see himself. Megatron's mind was supplying him the visual feed through the mental connection. In the back of his mind, he saw himself, arms stretch-out in front and an imposing figure behind him, pumping in and out a large finger. Some glistening lubricant was running down his thighs. He felt that Megatron had silently let out his spike and was pumping it at the same rhythm as the finger. Soon, a second finger was pushed into his valve.
“..!” Soundwave gave out a static moan, and collapse forward on the mirror. His optics shuttered, leaving his visor dim. Megatron sent a powerful mental appreciation of this new posture. The strong urges that the warlord was sending were just as stimulating as digit pushing deep inside.
“Yes! You look great like this Soundwave. So tempting.” Megatron shifted behind him and Soundwave briefly opened an optic to see. Via the mirror, he could see that Megatron was kneeling down. When a warm glossa started tracing the lubricant on his thigh, Soundwave closed his optics again and moaned. The glossa trailed upwards until it met the fingers. It tried to snake its way inside whenever the fingers came out.
A few times, Megatron entirely removed the fingers and pushed his glossa deep inside, spinning it around. Then the large fingers would return deep inside and scissor him. Each time the fingers returned, Soundwave pressed himself against them. Megatron kept encouraging his actions through words and lust filled projections.
“Hum, so wanton. You keep trying to get me deeper in you. My fingers, my glossa. I can't wait for your hungry little valve to eat up my spike. But first, I have to make you ready to welcome it.”
A third finger was close to his orifice. He wanted it (or at least, Megatron wanted him to want it), but at the same time he could stop clenched against it.
“Now, now Soundwave. You have to let it in.” Megatron's voice held a dangerous edge around his playful words.
“A-affirmative sir.” Soundwave willed himself to release the pressure and let the third finger enter. He was lost in a flurry of sensations that he found it hard to find the correct command against involuntary clenching. Megatron, losing his patience, started pushing before the resistance yielded. The communications officer let out a pained gasp but it was quickly replaced by a pleasured moan. Megatron's satisfaction at the sight was causing Soundwave to shiver.
“That's better, isn't it?” Soundwave wondered how he could stay upright. He legs were trembling and felt so weak. He attributed that the standing position was made possible by his master holding him by the fingers inside. “You don't know how much I just want to take you right now.” Another lustful projection hit Soundwave as Megatron announced those words. The fingers had started to pick-up the pace. Another movement shift behind him informed him that Megatron had changed position to stand up behind him. He felt the warlord's wet spike trail up his leg. Suddenly, the fingers inside of him stilled. The lust projection changed for anger and annoyance.
Soundwave panicked and wondered why the sudden change. He heard Megatron swear behind him. He glanced behind and saw that Megatron was having a commlink conversation.
“Frag it. I'll be in there in a few klicks.” The commlink conversation was cut-off. Megatron stayed immobile an instant as he willed his spike to sheath itself. Soundwave refused to move, or even to speak as to not antagonize his leader. The fingers were still in him, but had stopped moving leaving him coherent enough for his processor to work. The haze he had since he had tapped into his lord's mind was dissipating.
However, when Megatron gazed at the mirror and his optics locked on Soundwave's position, small lust filled projection was sent out. The fingers started pumping again inside his valve. The haze was back, stopping all thought process in the third of command's mind as his leader kept pleasuring him. The digits were moving faster and went deeper than before. Soundwave was quickly brought to the point he was before the commlink call has interrupted the moment. Without slacking the intensity, Megatron brought Soundwave through a powerful overload.
Moment later, Soundwave regain conscious slumped against the mirror as Megatron's left his subordinate's quarters.
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The first scene is completed :) I hope the mirror scene was satisfactory XD. The other parts are already in the making.
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