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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 3/3)
Rating: M/NC-17
Pairing: Megatron/Soundwave, implied past Megatron/Starscream
Universe: G1
Disclaimer: Not mine, Hasbro's and other people.
Warnings: Dub-con, rough
Summary: This is a prompt taken from the tfanonkink. 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: This is the third part the the Soundwave/Megatron fic. This part is 'sweeter' than the others (well, nothing is ever 'sweet' with Megatron...). Also, I bow down before anontfwriter for beta-ing this thing 'till the end.
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Soundwave woke up sore. He had hoped that a nice recharge would be enough to heal the pain he’d received from the previous night interfacing session with Megatron. It didn't help that the damage he gotten from the Autobot’s during the raid had decided to act up. They'd been minor and he wanted to finish his never-read report before taking care of them. But an unexpectedly lustful leader kept him otherwise occupied.
Soundwave briefly played with the idea of going AWOL for his morning shift. He'd probably get away with it by informing Megatron that his absence was caused by their session. The gunformer would be perversely pleased to know he’d left Soundwave with a physical reminder of the previous' night activity. A memory file of Megatron's smug smile came to his mind when Starscream would enter the Command Centre with a limp. Would his lord have the same reaction?
Before he could muse more about the situation his door chimed. He gave a static grumble and pulled himself up. The weight of the four recharging cassettes felt like a burden. The insistent ringing was probably Rumble and Frenzy wishing they could come in to recharge. When he'd entered his shared quarters the previous evening they'd been disrespectful. He'd kicked them out (literally), locked the door and changed the codes. A night of fending for themselves would teach them a lesson. Though Soundwave sincerely doubted it would happen. They'd probably taken the opportunity to wreck unsupervised havoc on the ship.
At the least, a suitable punishment would be to force the brats to perform today's duty with no recharge. The tape-deck would be prepared to hear some grovelling (and maybe giving in to their pleas) as he unlocked the door. Instead there stood Starscream. He looked annoyed with a victorious demeanor. The telepath wondered how someone could show such contradiction at the same time.
“Megatron wishes your presence in his quarters. Now.” The Air Commander cackled.
“Starscream: Messenger, new occupation?”
“Har, har. I'm feeling rather... happy right now. Whatever you say doesn't bother me.” A devious sneer played across Starscream's face. “Did you have fun last night?”
“...”
“I'm sure you're well aware that the command room have security cameras right?”
Slag, Soundwave thought as he bowed his head. Starscream won this round.
“Yes, it has been recorded and shown. Multiple times. Better get used to the attention. And sleepless nights. Dents. Bites. Sore valve. And...” Starscream trailed off. A vibe of envy floated by before it changed. “I'm not going to miss it.” The seeker started to walk away.
“Oh, and I would hurry if I were still in your position. Wouldn't want to make him impatient and angry now. Also,” he said looking back. “It would be best to leave your brats outside. He won't want them around to interrupt.”
Soundwave inwardly grimaced. Starscream's gloating got to him. Also, he wasn't much interested in another session. Megatron's advances had previously been far apart. He'd thought he'd have enough time to recuperate by the time of the next encounter. This was why he usually didn't interface. Too troublesome.
As the Air Commander retreated, Soundwave pressed his shoulder button and ejected his symbiotes. They looked at him expectantly (and confused at being released in the hallway). “Mission:” started Soundwave as his processor raced to find something that would not arouse suspicions among them. If he was lucky they'd be unaware of the situation. Unlikely.
“Retrieved Frenzy and Rumble. Prevention of creating chaos.” The cassettes nodded and took separate directions to find their missing siblings. Once they were out of sight, Soundwave took the short walk to his leader's quarters. When he neared, door opened on its own. It was obvious that Megatron had keyed the information of his coming. This didn't reassure Soundwave.
The inside was dimmed as he stepped in. He half-expected Megatron to pounce on him the moment the door closed. Instead he found his leader at his desk, one of his never-read reports in hand. For an astro-second, the communication officer though that it was finally being read but Megatron's mind was obviously elsewhere. His optics where glazed over as he absent-mindedly pressed the down arrow and the 'accept' command at the bottom.
Megatron gazed up as Soundwave neared. No command as given to take a seat. The tape-deck stood to attention and asked, “Soundwave: Presence required?”
“Yes, I called you here to have a discussion with you.” Megatron's expression and thoughts were guarded. Small vibes of apprehension could be received behind the strong confident front the warlord was exuding. Megatron was thoughtful and silent as he looked at the navy mech. Soundwave hoped he wasn't fidgeting under the intense gaze. To break the silence, Soundwave asked: “Subject?”
“Currently, you're empty right?” Soundwave quizzically tilted his head. “You're cassettes are out, doing whatever.”
“... Measure have been taken to reduce any damage caused by Rumble and Frenzy.” Had he been summon because the little pranksters broke into the energon reserve again? If that were the case, Soundwave was sure he would be picking up anger under the guarded thoughts. Besides, with everything Starscream had previously said...
“So, none of your spies are with you, correct?”
“Affirmative.”
“Good. What we are to discuss is a rather private matter.”
“Understood.” Soundwave kept himself straight and serious. His voice, monotone as ever, helped him keep the illusion that he was completely in possession of his body and that his spark wasn't loudly spinning in his chest.
Still, Megatron continued to watch his third in command instead of talking. He stood up and paced, hand clasped behind his back. He looked regal. Soundwave waited, following Megatron's with his optics without moving his head. He could feel small stabs of lust were projected, but that wasn't the main thought in his leader's mind right now. Finally, Megatron decided to open the conversation.
“As you probably noticed, I have taken an interest in you.” If Rumble had been present, he would have said 'No shit, Sherlock', whatever that meant. Frenzy would have said 'Obvious Megatron is obvious'. And Soundwave would have agreed with them.
“You are a very loyal soldier.” Megatron paused in his words and pacing. His tone was reminiscent and melancholic. “Starscream was very loyal too. Before I took an interest in him.” The implications were obvious: Megatron's attentions had spurred Starscream to become a spiteful treacherous leech. Soundwave found it hard to believe, but from Megatron's thoughts it felt true.
“Understand this Soundwave. I am not a gentle lover. I take what I want, when I want. If it's my desire to please a lover I do so for my sake. If I wish to leave them unsatisfied and deny them any release for weeks, so be it. If to release my anger I decide frag them unprepared, nothing can stop me.”
Soundwave trembled. He was glad that Megatron turned his gaze at his large outside window, showing the sea's vast darkness. He did not know if he should respond, so he kept silent. If Megatron wanted his input, he would ask.
“I respect you Soundwave.” Started Megatron. “More so then that upstart Starscream when we first met. So I'm giving you a choice. Leave this room now if you refuse these … terms. Or stay, and tell me you accept.”
Soundwave felt dizzy. This decision, this situation was overwhelming him. He did what was necessary and followed a logical thought process. His self-preservation told him to slip out of the room. Deeper analyses gave him reasons to stay. If he accepted would he be able to serve Megatron in a way other soldiers were incapable of? If Soundwave fulfilled every desire his master had, would that leave a more stable and reasonable leader of the Decepticon faction? Percentages of fails and successes were being calculated on the different outcomes of his decision.
“You're still here...” Interrupted Megatron. He seemed genuinely surprised. Soundwave didn't voice the fact that he hasn't reached a consensus. “If you need more variable, tell yourself that yesterday was a very mild situation. Remember the times where Starscream was 'beaten' until his spark hardly pulsed.”
New numbers popped on his HUD and self-preservation made him step back.
“Query: can be asked?”
“Of course.”
“Refusal: Consequences?”
“None. This is why I have made you come. If you refuse here, I will not pursue. I value you more as a competent officer than a lover.” That sounded rather too good to be true. Soundwave didn't have the ego large enough to believe that he was irresistible, but he found it hard to believe that Megatron would drop his interest.
“I will not wait all day.” Impatience was presence in the voice. Soundwave erased the calculations.
“Decision reached. Terms accepted.” His words made Megatron turn around.
“That pleases me.” Quickly, Soundwave felt a lustful projection rush towards him. He expected it, but it still left him dizzy. “Get on the berth.”
“I-immediately?” A heated glare answered his question. He hurried as fast as his injuries allowed him and thanked Primus for his battle mask for covering his wince. Though, he somewhat felt that Megatron was well aware of his condition.
He lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. He sensed Megatron coming closer but his lord did not join him. Instead, a light touch moved from his pede and trailed up. It travelled by his inner thigh, flirted around his interface panel before continuing to his chest. This new, gentle tactic confused and scared Soundwave more than the rough handling from the previous sessions.
“It's captivating how nervous you are...” Megatron sounded so pleased. “Will you always be like this, or will you get used to it? Will I have to frighten you occasionally so you never let your guard down?” Soundwave doubted that would be needed. He'd served Megatron for a long time and he'd never taken for granted that he was safe. The leader of the Decepticons had an explosive anger that could be released on the slightest provocation. He just hoped he would accomplish his new duties without incurring his master's wrath too often. Contrary to Starscream, he didn't particularity enjoy frustrating the gunformer.
The servo crept up to his neck and it started to play around the cables. Soundwave liked that sensation. Although he gave no outward indication of enjoying that touch, Megatron figured it out.
“I'm going to enjoy finding all of your hot spots.” The voice whispered right next to his audio. A glossa licked the outside shell making his cooling vents turn on. “You don't even know what gets you worked up. But I do... I'll have you writhing and moaning for me before your processor even acknowledges what's going on.”
The servo painfully pinched a sensitive cable. Soundwave twitched and clenched his denta together. He heard Megatron's dark chuckle near his audio as the glossa trailed down to his neck. A soothing lick started around the sensitive cable, followed by some gently suckling. As an involuntary moan left him, Megatron smiled into his neck.
Megatron's clever servos found other hot spots and they were exploiting them. And Soundwave didn't know when but Megatron had, at some point, joined him on the berth. He was on top, one leg between his and had spread them apart. As Megatron promised earlier, Soundwave found himself writhing under his leader. His servos would open and close unsure what they should be doing. Against his better judgement one of them had even come up and grabbed hold of Megatron's shoulder strut.
“That's right, hold on tight.” The comment made him freeze, but as Megatron's mouth replaced the servo on his pelvic buttons, he buckled. “Open up.”
Soundwave sent to command to make his valve panel open. A finger brushed against the exposed area as Megatron chuckled.
“Though I appreciate your willingness to offer yourself,” Megatron gave the valve a mean swipe with his glossa. The contact burned and made hiss in discomfort. “and you shouldn't temp me so...” Another lick was made to the sensitive area for good measure. “But you won't be able to take me. Open your spike panel.”
Soundwave didn't trust his audio to have heard correctly. But when Megatron started to claw to open the other panel, he sent the command. Megatron nuzzled the area and coaxed the spike out. He seemed unbelievably pleased by its pressurised presence.
The communication officer worried about having such a sensitive organ near the warlord's mouth. He had thought Megatron to only like valves and did not tolerate spikes unless it was his own. But, he was clearly mistaken, as the gunformer kissed the tip then dragged his glossa underneath before swirling his tongue on the top.
Soundwave called out something unintelligible. Thought he wasn't the most experienced in the berth, Soundwave did know that spike stimulation was an activity he liked receiving. He was surprise to discoverer that Megatron was rather talented in that department. Involuntarily, the pleasured mech tried to close his legs from the over stimulation. However, strong servos held them apart and kept them spread. A victorious growl informed him that Megatron enjoyed restraining his lover from thrashing in pleasure.
Megatron swallowed the spike deep. When he felt Soundwave was too close, he would jab the sensitive valve. The pained moans mixed with the pleasured static cries. It was delicious music to his ears.
Soon, the concept of time had slipped from Soundwave's mind. He felt that his lord had been keeping him on the edge for hours. Whenever he tried to call up his inner chronometer, an error message would spring up. The command was too complex for all his systems were concentrated elsewhere. As Megatron continued to work on his spike more messages popped-up signalling impending overload. When it hit Soundwave spasmed and was locked in place as Megatron held him strongly and kept him from moving.
His optics shuttered closed and his system rebooted. When he came back online, a damp cloth was splayed across his chassis. A generous gift Megatron left for him to clean himself up. Soundwave wondered if he was always going to be left unconscious after a session. He also wondered how long he’d been out and just as he was about to check with his chronometer, he noticed that Megatron had not left the room.
His lord, however, was one step from leaving the room. From the determined way of moving it was obvious he was heading to the command centre for the work-cycle. Soundwave pushed himself on his elbow and wished to call Megatron's attention. Before any polite request could be formulated, a static bleat left him. Megatron turned around, and after a devious paused he gave his new lover a bright dark smile. The navy mech felt suddenly uneasy. The smile held a dangerous edge that made him worry. Restrained lustful projections were sent in his direction.
“Hook will pass by to make some repairs on certain delicate part of your frame. I advise you to rest in my absence. For when I return, I will be descending upon you. All day I'll be reviewing memory files of your thrashing under my servos. And I'll be making a list of all the ways I'll be using you.”
With that, Megatron promptly left the room, proud and cheeky. Soundwave let himself slump down on the berth and tried to find how exactly he got himself in such a position. In hindsight, he could now pinpoint when it’d all started...
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Hope everyone enjoyed this fic. Soundwave just doesn’t really know what he's getting himself into. Luckily, he doesn't act like Starscream. Instead of bitching if Megs slaps him around, he'll just silently submit. Megatron's anger will melt and he'll be pleasant again. Or something. *Cough* Yeah.
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