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Conga	By : Kettle Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4222 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Conga
- 2-Doctor Beat
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Chapter 2: Doctor Beat

Author’s Note: Look, I wrote more than a one-shot! Go me!

“Soundwave!”

The hard kick that followed roused Soundwave out of recharge. He touched a hand to his tapedeck and recoiled – Primus, what was he covered in? Soundwave powered up his optics and saw Megatron glaring at him from the bed. Belatedly he realised Megatron had called him twice before smashing a foot into his shoulder. The cassette player ran through his memory files for the previous night. Some had been corrupted by Energon-induced overloads in crucial circuits, but he remembered Megatron on top of him, inside him… kissing him… enjoying him.

“Nap time is over,” Megatron growled. The Decepticon leader’s eyes were glowing a dark, dull red – a symptom of Energon poisoning. He lay back on the bed. “You have work to do.”

Soundwave managed to suppress a groan as he sat up. His whole body ached. He grasped the edge of the bed and struggled to his feet, trying to ignore the dull pain in his exhaust port. His movement disturbed the cold jism coating his tapedeck and it oozed down his body in filthy rivulets. Soundwave felt disgusting.

Megatron smirked to himself as he watched Soundwave try to stand, enjoying his communications officer’s discomfort. He lazily stroked his bulging cock and felt a sting of irritation as he noticed that Soundwave’s equipment was still limp. He wanted his medicine, and he wanted it now.

“Do a good job,” Megatron declared, parting his legs slightly, “and you may wash up before you leave.”

Soundwave steadied himself and stared blearily at his leader, at the long, thick, gun-metal black pole jutting out of Megatron’s groin and pointing at the ceiling. He wondered what Megatron would want him to do. The only thing he knew for certain was that the silver Decepticon would not settle for hand relief.

“What are your orders, mighty Megatron?” he asked, doing his best not to slur the words.

“Suck me or fuck me,” Megatron replied curtly, “the choice is yours.” He glared at Soundwave. “But I suggest you choose quickly.”

Soundwave ran the possibilities through his sluggish CPU. In his present condition, his legendary stamina might fail him and he would have to blow Megatron anyway. But the thought of taking any part of the other Decepticon into his mouth triggered a wave of nausea. He closed a hand around his interfacing circuitry, praying that it would respond to his touch.

“As you command, Megatron.”

Megatron eyed Soundwave with growing impatience as the communications officer struggled to get an erection. At any other time he would be amused by this bout of impotence, his big pole throbbing harder as Soundwave realised he would indeed have to get on his knees and humble himself before Megatron’s mighty rod. But he wanted Soundwave’s fat cock. If he had to tear it from the cassette player’s body, he would have it.

“Hurry up!” he snapped.

Soundwave desperately worked his soft steel, trying every fantasy he could think of. Ravage slurping at his cock and begging for more. Starscream crying on the floor before screaming out an orgasm as he plunged into the jet’s exhaust. Teaching that Autobot walkie-talkie a lesson in rhythm management as he pumped him full of Decepticon cum.

“Look at me!” Megatron barked.

Blinding Megatron as he ejected his load right in his leader’s face.

Soundwave’s optics flickered as his circuitry swelled, rapidly growing too thick for his hand. He lifted his head and looked his leader right in the optic sensors.

A thrill of anticipation went through Megatron as he gazed at Soundwave’s impressive hardware. The Decepticon leader fought the urge to lick his lips. Soundwave must never know how much he craved the cassette player’s thick rod. Soundwave took hold of his legs, manoeuvring him into a better position. Megatron tensed his body to keep from trembling in excitement. The smell of himself on Soundwave made the hydraulics in his interfacing circuitry pulse.

Soundwave paused for a moment to consider the problem of lubrication. He was hard, but just barely, and there was no cum leaking from the tip of his big pole. Megatron drummed his fingers on the bed and growled in irritation. For a nanosecond Soundwave thought about fucking his leader dry. He dismissed the tempting impulse immediately. Hearing Megatron howl in agony was not worth his life. Fortunately he was covered in various fluids from the previous evening. Suppressing a shudder of disgust, Soundwave dragged a hand across his tapedeck and coated his equipment with the resulting grease.

Megatron grunted a little as Soundwave eased his way into his exhaust. The hot, swollen pole – Primus, so thick – throbbing against his holding tank soothed his sensory system, overloaded and out of spec from too much Energon. Well worth the wait. Soundwave began to move against him, firm, precise thrusts. Megatron shut off his optics and let his hands wander over his chassis.

Soundwave gazed down at his leader as he stuffed him full of navy-blue steel. Megatron was almost purring, stroking a finger lightly along his enormous erection. Soundwave tightened his grip almost imperceptively on Megatron’s legs. Look at me, void take you! Acknowledge the one who is giving you so much pleasure.

Megatron shifted slightly on the bed, sliding his hand up to rest on his chest armour. His interfacing circuitry was growing quite sensitive and he didn’t want things to be over just yet.

“Mmmm… a little faster now…”

Soundwave complied. He stared at his leader’s mighty rod. Rainbow-tinted cum glistened on the tip and oozed slowly down the shaft. Soundwave’s own equipment was considerably shorter but much thicker – when he was fully erect, Soundwave’s fingers would not meet around his shaft. He could do terrible damage if he wanted. He could rip Megatron’s entire fuel assembly out through his exhaust port. He could tear him apart right up to the…

Aahaaah…

Soundwave felt an urgent pressure in his holding tank and forced himself to think of something else. He would finish this properly. He would make Megatron hit the ceiling with pure ecstasy. He would make Megatron gasp out his name.

Megatron groaned softly as a wave of pleasure shuddered up along his aching rod. His full tank throbbed, needing to discharge its heavy load – an exquisite sensation when combined with the pulse of the hot steel inside him. He reactivated his optic sensors and looked up at the navy blue Decepticon pounding into him. He had only a few seconds left.

“Oh… oh…”

Megatron quickly pushed himself up on his elbows, jerking Soundwave closer with his legs. The Decepticon leader released a hoarse yell and shot a fresh load of hot cum all over Soundwave’s tapedeck. The cassette player recoiled instinctively as it splashed up against his mask. His bursting cock slipped out of Megatron’s exhaust port and spewed its precious liquid on the floor.

Megatron groaned as he forced out the last cubic centimetres of precious fluid. He slumped back on his elbows and watched Soundwave shudder in the throes of orgasm as his own cum pooled around his feet. The cassette player leaned heavily on the bed, breathing hard. Megatron smirked.

“Excellent,” he hissed. Soundwave looked at him and then rapidly straightened up, composing himself. Megatron’s optics flickered as he began to power down for recharge. The Decepticon leader didn’t bother to stifle a yawn. “Now, clean up this mess.”

“As you command, Megatron.”

Soundwave shut off his optics as hot water and cleaning solvent washed away the previous night and following morning. He lingered in Megatron’s private washroom for longer than necessary – his hangover was starting to make its presence felt and the water soothed his external sensor arrays. Reluctantly Soundwave shut off the water. He had one last task left to perform. He left Megatron’s quarters and returned a few moments later with a mop.

Soundwave eyed his leader as he sopped up the oily cum all over the floor. Being forced to pleasure Megatron didn’t bother him – in fact, he enjoyed it – but the humiliation was unnecessary and unacceptable. He was loyal to the cause, he obeyed orders, and he was extremely discreet about what he and Megatron did in private. He deserved better than being forced to sleep in their combined filth. He deserved better than being used for target practice.

Megatron had drifted into recharge without replacing the armour around his waist. Soundwave could see his exhaust port from where he stood. If and when he decided to stage a coup, Soundwave planned to inform Megatron of the fact by forcing his fat cock hard and deep into the silver Decepticon’s pelvic unit, and fucking him till he split the welding. The thought made his interfacing circuitry twitch.

Soundwave examined the now clean floor carefully for any spots he’d missed. Satisfied, he turned and took a step towards the door.

“All of it.”

Soundwave turned sharply, startled by Megatron’s voice. His leader was not asleep after all. Quickly he scanned the floor again. He was about to ask for clarification when he noticed the clean rag on the bed. Belatedly Soundwave saw a small amount of shimmering fluid around Megatron’s exhaust port. Swallowing his disgust, he picked up the rag and carefully wiped Megatron clean.

“Good.” Megatron had not even powered up his optic sensors. “Now you may go.”

Soundwave bowed slightly and left the room. He returned the mop to the storage room and made his way to his own quarters, circuits throbbing from a combination of Energon poisoning and simmering resentment. He required rest and silence.

Soundwave entered his quarters and scanned for his cassettes. Rumble and Frenzy lay on his bed, cuddling together in recharge. The sight amused him; both twins vehemently denied that they fucked each other, each insisting that he was “a femme’s mech”. That female Decepticons were extinct didn’t seem to faze them.

In the anteroom, Ravage was regurgitating half-processed Energon into the waste receptacle and mewing piteously between bouts of retching. Buzzsaw cast a baleful yellow eye at the distressed panther from his perch next to Laserbeak in the main sleeping quarters. The condors had come across some sleeping Seekers on the way home and had been discreetly sick in Starscream’s cockpit. Ravage sounded as if he could have filled Thundercracker’s and Skywarp’s cockpits by himself.

Soundwave approached his minion and crouched beside him. Ravage had his head on the edge of the waste receptacle, whimpering. Soundwave patted him gently, then made to pick him up. The panther struggled in his grip and pawed frantically at the waste receptacle. Soundwave released him as Ravage unloaded his cubes yet again, and made his way to the bed.

Rumble stirred as Soundwave sat down on the recharge bed.

“Sorry, boss,” he said. He gave his twin a shove. “Hey Frenzy, get your aft in gear!”

“Get offa me!” Frenzy growled, pushing back against Rumble. The pair scooted off the bed, rough-housing as they went.

Soundwave lay back on the bed, relaxing his aching body. He hit his eject button and one by one the cassettes transformed and returned to his chest cavity. Ravage remained by the waste receptacle, still moaning occasionally. Soundwave closed his tapedeck drawer and patted it gently. With his cassettes inside him, he felt better. A sense of peace washed over him. He would repay Megatron for his degrading treatment, when the time was right. For now, he was content to sleep everything off.

Until next time.

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