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Triviality	By : mehmeh Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, and I do not make any money from these writings.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Authors: a_scattered_me, tsarist_secret (on LJ)
Rating: MA+
Universe: G1, AU-ish (with many elements from the other continuities, particularly the comics)
Characters: Decepticon-centric in this chapter. That should be a warning upon itself shouldn’t it? :P
Warnings: Sticky, sticky sex, threesome, Starscream’s descriptions and swearing.

A pleasant warmth radiated through the room, along with the minute humming of more than one body. Megatron’s berth was a tangled mess of limbs and frames, and the room was cast in pitch blankness. A red light blinked lazily from the corner, probably security or a computer, and a simple holo Cybertronian rotation calendar was lit up on a surface, presumably the leader’s desk. Otherwise, besides the occasional flap of a vent, or a sigh, it was peaceful.
Megatron was laying in the middle of his berth, surrounded by three Seekers, their arms crisscrossed over various parts of him. Starscream, the closest, had his arms wrapped around Megatron’s broad chassis, his helm resting on the mech’s shoulder. Thundercracker had managed to wedge himself between the Decepticon leader’s hips and Starscream, and his arms were languidly laying across the smooth silver of Megatron’s stomach. Meanwhile, Skywarp had a side to his self, where he had pressed close, his left wing covering the lot of them. They’d all interfaced of course, otherwise Megatron would’ve never let them on his berth for the night. But after he’d finished with Starscream, the warlord had collapsed into recharge, along with the others. He’d meant to invite Soundwave, but the mech was nowhere to be found in his usual haunts. Odd, that…
Megatron shifted and groaned, moving his arm from where it’d been pinched. The Seekers around him shuffled as well, soaking up the pleasurable warmth. All was well. There was energon, the Autobots had been on a losing streak, and Megatron was very sexually satisfied. Perfect.
Not ten minutes later, an annoying buzzer started going off in his audio. Megatron scrubbed at his face with a hand, his optics like dying embers. Couldn’t it wait? Yes, yes it could.
Wait. Wasn’t that the emergency channel?
Megatron shot up, startling himself fully awake. “Fuck,” he muttered, and Starscream stirred by his side, sitting up as well. The Seeker breathed heavily against his shoulder, and Megatron could still smell the bitter sweet odor of high-grade. Stupid Seekers, if they got drunk, of course he was going to use them. He felt Starscream’s glossa lave over his neck tubing and he shivered.
“Yes?” he muttered over the comm, barely concentrating on the call. No, Starscream’s lips were far more interesting. It was so nice when his second was tired and hung over, he put out and didn’t bitch and moan. Well, perhaps he did moan…
“There’s an emergency,” Blitzwing’s flippant and stark voice crackled over Megatron’s communicator.
“I gathered that, fool, what is it?” Megatron sharply retorted, laying back down on the berth as Starscream crawled over him, straddling his hips. They kissed like Decepticons; biting with a few strokes of a glossa when necessary for lubrication.
“Laserbeak is here. The little fucker has been accessing the computer systems and demanding to see you. Apparently there’s something urgent involved with Soundwave,” the Triplechanger rolled off, sounding incredibly bored and annoyed. Megatron envisioned him with his pedes kicked up on the security console, and it aggravated him.
“I’ll be there shortly,” he snapped, and shut the line off.
“Get off me,” he growled at Starscream and flipped the mech off of him, causing him to go sprawling over Skywarp.
All three of them woke up and started squabbling, but Megatron was already off the berth and almost to the shower rack. Starscream stood up and stumbled after him, rubbing at the dried cum on his face with his thumb.
“What did Blitzwing want?” he sniped, catching up to Megatron and slipping in behind him into his personal shower.
Megatron turned his back to the Seeker and stepped into the washing chamber, where the jets instantly powered on. Starscream stepped in as well and sandwiched himself to Megatron’s back, his hands running up and down Megatron’s taut metal abdomen. The Seeker reached forward and pushed his leader closer to the wall, and turned briefly to gather some soap in his hands.
“I’ll have to force it out of you,” he muttered, and started at Megatron’s hips, working up the lather on the areas where there was caked on lubricant and transfluid.
Megatron groaned and leaned his helm against the tiled wall, breathing quickly.
“There, that’s it, you poor excuse for a mech,” Starscream cajoled over Megatron’s shoulder, and he was quickly boxed in the side of his helm with an elbow.
“Stop it you dumb fuck,” Megatron growled, his helm turned as the water beat against him, his red optics searing.
Starscream simpered a smile and stood down. With one hand he wandered up Megatron’s chassis, his sly fingers slipping into cracks and seams to touch and wiring and protoform underneath. While with his other, he stimulated Megatron’s panel, pinching and pulling at it with his index servo and thumb. The Decepticon Leader’s posture had become more slumped, and soon his aft was pressing back against Starscream’s hips. His panel opened finally, and Starscream wrapped his hand around the thick spike that emerged.
“Yes yes…” he cooed, giving it a firm stroke from the ridged head to the base. Megatron was nice.
Starscream let his own panel open and his erection rubbed his leader’s inner thigh. It made the Seeker weak in the knees. Oh he loved to spike Megatron when he could. Right now was a perfect time. Shifting his thumb, Starscream rubbed directly on the slit. He let a few hot breaths depart from his mouth against Megatron’s neck as he bit it, then sunk his spike inside Megatron’s valve.
The result was a pleased gasp, and Megatron stiffened up so his backstrut was ramrod straight. Starscream jerked his hips forward, pushing the other mech’s chassis into the wall and he varied the way he pumped over Megatron’s spike. He twisted and turned his wrist, the suds providing perfect lubrication.
“Starscream,” Megatron muttered tersely, both of his hands bracing himself against the slippery wall. He gasped softly, sliding one hand in front of him so he could rest his helm on his forearm. It was clear he was enjoying it.
The Seeker murmured something and his wings fanned out, taking more of the massaging water on them. It was delightfully arousing, and it wouldn’t take him long to cum. Starscream started jerking Megatron with more intent, squeezing and kneading at the hot metal while he rolled his hips forward in sharp, concise circles. Just the thought of fucking Megatron was more than enough to send him over the edge most days. He was also in love with how tight the mech was. Well, of course he was, considering he didn’t use his valve at all.
Soon, soon. Starscream’s pump was picking up pace and cycling more energon through his frame as he reached his orgasm, and he could feel Megatron weakly thrusting in his hand, shooting milky purple cum on the wall. The Seeker overloaded hard, grunting as his hips ground against Megatron’s aft, and suddenly a peculiar sensation went through him, a brilliant static shock, prolonging his pleasure even more. When he was finished, Starscream backed away, gasping as his back hit the wall.
“What the fuck was that?” he choked out, shutting his panel.
“Static you dimwit. Manipulating energy fields with your own. It’s amazing when you’re getting a blowjob,” Megatron crossly replied, reaching up to direct the shower head to wash the cum off the wall. He washed himself out with a rag along with the rest of him while Starscream panted. “Hurry up, idiot. Blitzwing said there’s an emergency.”
Starscream followed with a huff, shutting his panel and grabbing a rag so he could clean himself on the way out.
Megatron trekked across the darkened room, barely paying a glance to the two slumbering Seekers on his berth. He glided out of the door with that easy grace he always displayed, and Starscream made a rude gesture at his back. Fucking mech.
Back in the command centre, Laserbeak’s narrow helm tilted left, then right. The avian symbiote was perched up onto the back of a chair. While he appeared bored, there were little signs that showed how impatient he was. The long optics flickering ever so slightly, a minute shift of position every now and then. Then he sharply looked at Blitzwing, staring at the mech with an unwavering, steady gaze. The mech’s pose appeared positively insolent; big purple pedes propped up on the console and a disdainful expression etched onto his faceplates that darkened further the longer Laserbeak stared.
He had his recording already loaded up onto the console’s main monitor – a massive, crystal clear display that was bound to increase the impact of what he was about to show - ready to play at his command. At Megatron’s command, more specifically.
His true Master. Soundwave had betrayed them all, their leader and their faction in the worst possible way.
The red optics brightened with anticipation when the main doors swished open, admitting the arrivals. The proud figure of Megatron, followed by a surly Starscream and then oddly, Hook.
“This had better be good,” Starscream muttered, placing one hand akimbo on his brightly-painted hip. “Hopefully it's not some inane recording of that yellow minibot and his human mascot milling about the Autobots’ base.”
Neural net frizzing with agitation, Laserbeak let loose a tirade of digitised cries. Starscream brightened one optic in and snorted, not impressed. Megatron did not reply, but his optics shifted back over the Seeker’s form for a moment before he acknowledged Hook. At least with the Constructicons, the only time they bothered Megatron was when they legitimately needed something. Not to mention that Hook was on the command team.
Megatron returned his gaze to the main vidscreen and watched Laserbeak with some expectation. Blitzwing had also composed himself, sitting up straight in the chair to show some mediocrity of respect. Suddenly the vid screen flashed on and with the colours that were developing, Megatron could feel a sinking sensation in his fuel tank.
Both Optimus Prime and Soundwave were standing, facing each other, and it was Optimus that spoke first. “I don’t know why you return to me time after time. What do you want from me? My spark?” His voice rumbled over the display’s speakers, swirling inside Megatron’s head.
It literally, was like a punch to the face. A peculiar buzzing sensation was building in Megatron’s audios and he clenched his fists, looking away, grinding his denta together. He knew already where this was going.
“Question: do I not please you in ways your Autobots cannot?”
Megatron looked up in time to see Soundwave press close to Optimus Prime, and after a few more words, they were both down on the ground, kissing. They talked some more, and Megatron was forced to place his hand over his optics. Then they started kissing again, and Megatron drew his fingers so hard across his chevron that it drew up curls of metal, the sickening screech breaking the astonished silence. Blitzwing was sitting up straight, stiff as a board, more than interested. Starscream seemed disgusted and mortified at the same time, while with Hook… Megatron couldn’t tell.
“Seal the command centre doors,” the Decepticon leader hissed lowly, and they audibly bolted shut. No, no one else could see this, at least not for while.
“Sometimes when I return after you finish fucking me... when I am alone in my quarters...would you like to know what I do?” Soundwave’s voice crackled in next. Megatron watched in morbid fascination as Soundwave’s fingers disappeared into his own valve, showing off for the Autobot.
“Answer: I use my fingers to scrape out what’s left of your fluids from the inside me and then I suck them clean...until I end up overloading myself. Fantasising about you filling me up again. And again.”
But he forced himself to watch. Megatron’s expression was set, his optics cold.
Then, the line that broke him.
“You’re mine, you fucking whore,” Optimus said, followed by Soundwave's quiet admittance. And then right after, the feed cut out, fading to a fuzz of gray.
Yes, he saw the impressive length and width of Optimus’ spike, and yes, he could clearly see how needy Soundwave was, could see the sheer desperation in the mech’s optics. He’d known Soundwave on that level before, a long time ago, when they had still been interfacing. Megatron turned and sunk his fist into the nearest console, sparks and shards of metal flying up. An emergency buzzer started going off and a small fire sprung forth around the damage as he pulled his hand back out. He waved the flame off, positively livid.
He turned away and slowly walked up the elevated dais, where he sat down on his throne, his arms crossed over his chassis as he stared at the floor. "Good work, Laserbeak."
Laserbeak’s optics dimmed when he heard the praise. The symbiote's previous rage was gone, now replaced by an awful feeling of emptiness that settled deep inside his spark He took off and rose up towards the topmost level of the chamber, hiding himself in the dark shadows.
Starscream’s gaze kept darting to and fro, from the blank monitor to Megatron’s brooding form. While it couldn’t be said that he was paralysed with shock, for the Seeker’s cpu adapted too quickly to crash, he was still stunned at what he just witnessed. The initial revulsion in his tanks bled away as he mentally reviewed the recording, surprised at how forceful Optimus Prime was, completely smashing his predetermined notions of the Autobot being disgustingly gentle. What’s more, he was also surprised with just how sexual Soundwave was. He had never seen what lay underneath that visor and mouthplate; that sinful-looking mouth and those slanted optics...and their unique orange colour, the tell-tale genetic trait of a low-life Polyhexian Empty.
A look of absolute glee overtook Starscream’s faceplates once the revelation finally set in. The most important being how wonderful it would be with Soundwave out of the picture.
“Megatron,” he purred, ignoring the other two mechs in the room as he sauntered over to their leader.
Megatron’s foreboding dark optics met his own, just daring him to try something stupid. Starscream fortunately was not feeling suicidal today, too insanely delighted at the sheer irony of Soundwave, out of all mechs, being the one to turn traitor. He kept at a respectable distance, away from Megatron’s reach.
“Your pet seems to have played you for a fool. He was sharing his, hah, energy field with your most hated rival. How do you suppose we... deal with this?” Starscream asked, his words dripping with sweet, syrupy malice.
Megatron leaned back in his chair, his fingers tightly gripping to the armrests. “We will assert to him why we’re Decepticons. I don’t tolerate treachery of any kind. He’ll be killed without tribunal,” he swiftly rolled off, features tightening. Soundwave though? The mech had always been one of his greatest supporters! Or perhaps he’d been playing double agent the entire time? It seemed likely. Megatron always thought he’d been a decent judge of character, and that was just… unimaginable.
Hook had his arms crossed over his chassis as he observed the scene, and stepped forward after a few moments. He glided up to Megatron’s throne and took the mech’s hand in his own to look over the few gashes. Satisfied that the injury was not serious, he wiped the mechblood off with a rag from his subspace and before letting the limb go.
“He should be given to me. I can test his CPU to find what information he’s been giving away. Killing him right away would be rash,” Hook’s monotone cut in as he crossed his hands over his chassis. “Where is he now?” Hook demanded, turning his helm to gaze at Blitzwing.
The Triplechanger composed himself and turned around to type a few things into the console. “I’m activating the tracker every Decepticon has…” Blitzwing muttered, drumming his fingers onto the surface. “Ah, it appears he’s not far from here… around eighty kilometers. If he keeps his current speed he should be here in… half an hour.”
Blitzwing turned around and stood up, approaching the throne, but stopped before Megatron. He grinned widely and rubbed his hands together. “Shall we intercept him my lord?”
“No,” Megatron replied. “He has shift soon, he’ll come to the command centre in his own time. Blitzwing, give a rally speech in the cargo bay. After I question Soundwave in here and take one of his pets -” Here Megatron paused to gaze in Laserbeak’s direction, “Whatever Decepticon can give me his head gets sim grade. We don’t need a living body to analyze a CPU. A dead one will work just as well.”
The silver mech paused in what he was saying, crossing his arms to think for a moment.
“His telepathy will be a problem. Which is why it must be perfect timing. If he senses mass thoughts of his impending death, he’ll run. I’ll give you the signal when it’s okay to start speaking, Blitzwing. Any fuck ups and it’ll be you who I name the traitor.” Megatron leaned forward, optics darkening for emphasis.
“Yessir,” Blitzwing said, excited at the way his shift was forming. “Should I leave now sir?”
“Yes, the sooner the better,” Megatron replied. “Go from cabin to cabin to wake the mechs up. That’ll give us time here.”
Megatron unlocked the command doors and removed the high security alert posted for the command centre. Blitzwing saluted and walked out, snickering.
“Hook, go back to the medbay. I’m sure there’s going to be… some wounded.”
Now it was only Starscream and him.
“Distract me until he arrives.”
The Seeker cocked his helm to one side, optics dim with contemplation. While he wanted nothing more than to mock Megatron and rub this latest development in his faceplates, he was also highly attuned to his leader’s different moods. Megatron, when being quiet and composed, was also at his most dangerous.
“The old fashioned way, Megatron?” Starscream questioned. His hips swayed ever so slightly as he neared the throne. In one practiced move, he swung one long leg over the other mech’s lap to straddle him. “I must ask – was your loyal lap dog always this… wanton? Or is this yet once again another achievement that Prime presides over you?”
Before Megatron could flare up at the statement, Starscream lowered the light in his optics submissively and allowed his gleaming wings to flutter, spreading them back in a proud display. A high-pitched giggle escaped his vocaliser – for the first time in his function, he actually was looking forward for Soundwave’s return – and he quickly waved his hand dismissively, mouth twisting into an amused smirk.
“But I digress. You wish for me to distract you and I shall. How about… hrm…how about I tell you a short story. No don’t give me that look, I promise you that it’s not a story sparklings should hear.”
Starscream leaned forward, in a playful conspiratorial manner and run his hand up the warlord’s fusion cannon, one finger tracing the weapon’s rim in a slow, deliberate manner.
“Now, listen carefully. Since we are on the subject of traitors after all. One long, long time ago, before the War where Cybertron thrived and the unfortunates toiled at its gilded pedes, there were two novice scientists, a Seeker and one that was a shuttle-class who had been sent into deep space to explore and research all in the name of science.”
"I don't like listening to tales I've heard before," Megatron said.
"No no, patience. I assure you that this one is new. Now where was I...ah yes. The journey was long and cold but the planets those two found were nothing that has ever been documented." Starscream's normally grating voice had changed into a lilting drawl, as if he really was telling a recharge story to a youngling. Starscream continued his narration. "Then, they chanced upon this one planet in the far reach of the north-eastern quadrant of Praxus. A colourful planet, vibrant with organic life with three moon satellites circling it. Naturally, the two young scientists were overjoyed. This could mean a breakthrough in the scientific community – especially the sceptics. Well…the two landed.”
Megatron leaned back in his chair, shifting the Seeker on his lap forward. "And then what happened?"
Starscream’s optics brightened with the memory.
“So much to see, too much to document! And then the Seeker, overwhelmed, decided to stray away. He stumbled upon what appeared to be a large body of liquid. Not quite water but something that could sustain life. Something slithered out of the thick plant life and wrapped around his leg. A long, slimy… tentacle. More came slithering out, wrapping around the mech’s arms and legs, holding him down and spread-eagled into the air. Such a compromising position indeed! And they were everywhere, mapping out every piece of plating on the Seeker’s chassis, between the gaps of his armour and into his circuits. And there was this smell hanging around the struggling mech’s head, covering him in a sweet smelling haze….would you like to know what happened? What that monster…did?”
"I'm sure you'll tell me regardless."
Starscream smiled, looping an arm around Megatron’s neck. His fingers scraped at the base of the silver helm and his powerful engine made a contented rumble as he shifted his aft onto the hard lap below him, making himself comfortable.
“That monster…that organic, insanely strong monster with its writhing tentacles could smell where the Seeker was at his most hottest…his engine, his spark…his interface. Since the planet’s heavy atmosphere distorted all communications, the Seeker kept shouting for his partner until that tentacle monster grew tired of the noises and stuffed a tentacle into the mech’s mouth to shut it up…the poor thing was forced to suck it.”
Starscream rested his head against Megatron’s shoulder, tilting his faceplates up so he could whisper sordidly into the other’s audio receiver.
“You see…when Skyfire finally found me, I was a shrieking, moaning mess held up like some artefact on display. That creature had riled me up to the point where it managed to pry open my panel and its tentacles were already working themselves inside me. Two…three…four of varying thickness. And they were this big!”
With a licentious grin, Starscream demonstrated with his hands before Megatron's brightening optics, indicating a size bigger than an average spike.
“Oh…It was insatiable, violating me in every way imaginable… and I loved every single, disgusting klik of it. Overload after overload overtook me, my valve being stretched beyond its limits, pain and pleasure mixing into a sensation I couldn’t even begin to describe. And Skyfire…that poor, repressed naïve fool…entranced by the very sight of me. Standing here, watching, enjoying it. All that slime those tentacles were covered in were the perfect lubricant…seemed its entire function was to entrap other creatures and use them to lay its eggs. Thankfully Skyfire managed to grab me before it could do that.”
Starscream placed both palms onto Megatron’s chestplates, regardless of whether his own fans were whirring at high speed. “Now…was that distracting enough?”
Megatron’s own vents were running high, and his expression was heated. Fuck, that Seeker was good at being a slut. He shifted, spreading his legs apart some as he rubbed his hands against Starscream’s aft. “Yes, it is. What I wouldn’t have done to see that…” Megatron growled. “Blowing an organic plant…what won’t you do Starscream?”
Suddenly, Megatron stood up, one arm wound around Starscream’s back while the other held his aft up. He walked slowly down the dais of his throne until he was on the main floor, and hiked Starscream up so he could set the mech’s aft down on the conference table. It was long and wide, and very thick, perfect for what he wanted to use it for.
“Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to play around, and when Soundwave arrives, he’s going to join us.” Here Megatron dipped his hands in between Starscream’s legs to rub at his panel with his palm. “Then you’re going to play with him when I command it. Do the dirtiest, kinkiest things you can… I’ll fuck him…and while he’s lost in the pleasure, you’re going to knock him out with this…It’ll immediately inject and he might not even feel it…”
Megatron grabbed Starscream’s hand and opened his palm, pressing in a small device with sharp ends. He then closed Starscream’s hand and grabbed his chin.
"Then…we’ll go to the cargo bay… and we’ll toss him to our brothers…let them fuck that dirty valve of his until it’s broken,” he hissed, dragging his fingers up the mech’s shoulder to fondle the tip of Starscream’s wing before smashing his mouth down onto his second's, forceful and demanding. His voice was low, gravelly when he pulled back a little to speak against the wet lips. “And he’ll die in agony like he deserves."
The warlord loosened both of his hands for a moment and pressed a few buttons on the latches of his fusion cannon, where it fell to the floor with a heavy clank. Right now, it wasn’t needed, and he needed to put up a convincing front.
“Soundwave must’ve gotten sick of seeing me fuck you all the time… you should be pleased with yourself…You’ve probably helped to cause another rift of discord.”
Starscream laughed and he twirled the injector gun between his fingers. “My...things here would be quite boring and lax if discord did not run throughout our ranks. Imagine! If we were all agreeable with each other, we’d all be Autobots!” His smile widened, cold and cruel. “And we can’t have that, now can we?”

Soundwave nearly collapsed the moment he touched down onto the raised platform. Salt water splattered onto his shoulder armour before the door shut behind him into a metal box; a bright light flickered on above him, illuminating the control panel before him and an unobtrusive camera hidden at the corner. Soundwave spared it a fleeting glance. His hands were trembling, the gears beneath his plating seizing and his cables pulled taut with energy depletion and a deep seated worry that churned deep within his spark. But he hid his weakness away from the camera’s line of sight. Just barely.
This time, it was Breakdown at platform duty. The mech visibly twitched when Soundwave stopped to let Ravage and Rumble unfold from his chest compartment.
“Good thing I ain’t got duty till way later!” Rumble exclaimed. The Cassetticon locked gazes with his Master, a surreptitious look that held promises of a heavy talk later on before following Ravage through the doors and into the ship’s hallways. Soundwave stood there for a long moment, statue-still, lost in his own thoughts.
“Stop giving me that look,” Breakdown mumbled, optics flickering nervously at the telepath. “I haven’t done anything.”
“Misconception: there is no ‘look’ being directed towards your person.”
“Yes you were! See?! You’re doing it right now!”
“Affirmative. It is the correct protocol for interaction.”
Normally, Soundwave would torment the Stunticon further – he did gain dry amusement from doing so - but duty called. With a bright flare of his visor that made Breakdown recoil in his station, Soundwave left the area. As he traversed a long corridor, he could see his fellow Decepticons filing past him and moving towards the opposite direction. Some held a bleary-opticed stare that showed that they had been roused out of recharge; it was difficult not to fall into compliance to Earth’s time rotation and it was the late shift after all.
“Why does Megatron feel like he gotta call us for these stupid speeches at such Primus-forsaken times,” Dirge grouched, his vocaliser still emitting post-recharge static.
When he noticed Soundwave in front of him, his dim yellow optics brightened a little with fear, as Soundwave was not above from informing Megatron of such insolence. Soundwave on the other hand, ignored him fully. If Dirge had paid a little more attention and been a smidgeon more alert, he would have noticed the other mech’s uncharacteristically sluggish gait.
The corridors cleared once Soundwave reached the upper level. Frenzy stood by one of the corners that leading towards a storage facility, and beckoned him over.
“Yo Boss, ya got a klik? I wanna ask ya something.”
Their private communications line buzzed with something entirely different. “Rumble told me. What the fuck were ya thinking?! What are ya gonna do?”
Soundwave turned, presenting his back towards the camera, hiding his front and Frenzy from view. “Be quick. I have a shift now.”
“I have no time for this. Matrix did not give us a choice,” he explained over the comm. line.
“Ya, well none of this would be happening if ya hadn’t gone off to fuck the Prime. Primus! How the pit are ya gonna deal with this?”
The smaller mech folded his arms across his chestplates and pouted. “That lazyaft Starscream messed up our schedules again. Gave some lame excuse of improving our duty efficiency.”
“Current situation: uncertain. Do not inform Buzzsaw, Laserbeak or Ratbat. I need to think.”
“Latest roster schedule: not received. Will enquire.”
He swayed on his pedes and quickly placed a hand onto his chest, feeling his spark pulse erratically. The bond he shared with the Autobot leader lurked at the edges, teasing him with unrealistic promises of a permanent mate to share a function of utter completion. Frenzy, being his Cassette, immediately scowled and he tilted his helm to the side, checking where exactly the camera was pointing at before procuring a small energon cube from his subspace. It was a quarter full.
“Shit! Didn’t think yer energy levels were that low.” Out loud, he forced a cheerful note to his voice, “Ya will? That’ll be great! That Screamer’s really been getting up my tailpipe lately.”
Soundwave was pitifully grateful at the offer and quickly took it, retracting his facemask and subtly tipped his helm back so he could empty the glowing liquid down his throat. It was hardly enough energon to fill him up but it would hopefully get him going through his shift. With a quick snap of his fingers, he dispersed the cube and covered his mouth again.
“Thank you. We will talk later.”
Feeling marginally more rejuvenated, Soundwave left Frenzy there and tried to push away that brief expression of dark worry that flitted across the other mech’s faceplates from his mind. In truth, Soundwave mirrored that very same emotion and his own feelings continued to churn uneasily. While his affair with the Prime was already complicated enough, the Matrix’s interference had thrown in a permanent wrench into his future. Soundwave had to tread very careful from now on and he was well aware that he had to make a serious decision for himself and his Cassettes very soon. For now, he did the only thing he knew would never fail him - continue his routine on the Nemesis until a decision could be reached
What greeted him when he entered the main monitor room was something else entirely. Starscream lazily glanced at him from his position on the conference table as he was sprawled on it like an offering towards some obscure deity that demanded a sacrifice. He then moaned, throwing his arms behind his head as he arched his backstruts appealingly; Megatron’s hand clearly moving between his outstretched thighs.
Soundwave repressed a weary sigh. He took a step forward, arms hanging by his sides. “Reporting for duty, Lord Megatron.” He sincerely hoped that he would be sent away and not forced to watch the warlord fuck his insufferable little slut.

Rumble did not look happy when he entered his shared quarters. It was dark and he didn’t bother remotely accessing the lights; familiar enough with the room’s layout not to bump into anything. Instead, he made his way towards the berth he shared with his twin, eager to recharge the last couple of cycles away and hopefully when he next onlined, everything would be the way they were before and Soundwave was the Decepticons’ loyal third once again. Without Optimus-fraggin’-Prime ruining the picture.
A loud exhale of air left his vents as Rumble flopped back onto the berth, his sensitive winglets painfully making contact with the flat surface. He made a note to ask whether Soundwave could get more of that metallo-mesh. And then promptly grimaced at the thought of Soundwave being the Autobot’s bondmate. After that brief talk he had with Frenzy, they both decided to keep things as quiet as possible and hope to all things Primus and beyond that Megatron doesn’t find out. Just imagining what would happen was punishment enough to his cpu.
“Fuck!” he said out loud and threw his arm over his visor in exasperation.
A soft scrape of metal against metal answered him back.
Rumble turned his helm sharply to the side. A pair of red optics watched him balefully from the darkness.
“Oh it’s you,” he said dispassionately. “What’s up, bird brain?”
The other symbiote glided the short distance and landed lightly on top of Rumble’s chestplates. The small mech stared hard at Laserbeak, not comprehending the gesture.
“Whatddaya want?”
Laserbeak made a series of clicks and whirrs and Rumble frowned.
“I don’t care what ya wanna show me. I ain’t getting up until my shift’s up,” he stated after listening and he carelessly pushed Laserbeak off him. The condor easily hopped off to the side and tapped at his arm making Rumble growl with annoyance. “I ain’t getting up! Go pester someone else.”
Then Laserbeak emitted another set of clicks, adding a digital whine towards the end. Rumble shot upright and turned incredulously to his teammate, his visor bright. “Another one? Where is it?”
Laserbreak tilted his helm to one side, giving him a look as if to say ‘are you interested now?’ and tapped once against Rumble’s forearm again. From what Rumble gathered, Laserbeak had found a chink in the Nemesis’ security net, in one of the less frequented patrolled cargo bays that constantly leaked seawater. Something that the Autobots took advantage of. Every hole found, every air shaft that could not be monitored, every air lock that could be used against them, the Cassettes made sure to inspect it to make sure whether it was worth reporting, lest Megatron found it appropriate to blame them instead.
“Eh, let’s go then. Maybe if we’re lucky it'll be close to where the Combaticons hang out,” Rumble grouched and swung his legs over the edge to push himself off the berth. “Then I can blame Swindle instead. Heh heh, stupid glitch...can’t believe he tried to sell off his own gestalt...”
The doors opened automatically to let Laserbeak fly out and Rumble followed, dragging his pedes lazily behind him. He could hear some more mechs being called for whatever ‘uplifting’ speech Megatron had planned this time but figured that he could sneak in later and hopefully miss most of it. If it was truly important, Soundwave would have informed him. The voyage down to the lower levels of the Nemesis was uneventful and Rumble’s expression bordered on sullen, his mouth twisted to one side. The lights flickered above him, the damp atmosphere interfering with the connectors but he paid it no heed.
“This the place?” Rumble demanded as they entered a large, horribly lit chamber containing several unused backup generators. He snorted through his vents and immediately pinpointed a large ventilation shaft that was used for general air-cooling. Laserbeak clicked back as Rumble walked across the dirty floor and skirted around one of the bigger generators to look upwards. The auxiliary fan was twisted on its rivets and with enough force, could be pushed to one side and allow enough space for ambitious Autobot spies to sneak through.
During his brief inspection, Rumble could feel the presence of another’s energy field crawling in close, prickling uncomfortably against his own. It wasn’t Laserbeak’s and his winglets twitched, his body suddenly tense and wary. It really did pay to be cautious around the Nemesis, especially with such vicious, competitive comrades.
“Ya ain’t doing a good job hiding, ya know,” he called out, hand clenched into a fist and ready to transform.
The shadows shifted, detaching from the murkiness and then sharpened to reveal a mech’s bulky outline. How Runamuck’s white plating blended so well in the dark was beyond Rumble’s comprehension. The Battlecharger stepped forward with heavy clanks on the floor’s metal plating, looking largely unconcerned.
“Aw don’t be so paranoid, pipsqueak,” he said.
Rumble frowned. “Don’t tell me ya were yanking spike over there. That freak brother of yers not available?” Then he sneered. “Or he just didn’t wanna bend over for ya?”
Runamuck smiled and though his mouth was hidden by the armoured mouthplate he wore, it was evident from his optics. Behind Rumble, another gruff voice spoke.
“Not as much as you’re gonna bend over when Megatron’s through with you.”
His vision shorted out when the blunt butt of a rifle hit him hard against the back of his helm. The pain was strong and horrendous, rattling his cranial processors and making his fuel pump stutter. With a startled grunt, Rumble crashed onto his knees and something crunched in the distance as Runabout came into view above him. Before Rumble could get up, Runabout slammed the flat of his pede down onto his chestplates, grinding it uncaringly down and enjoying how it made the smaller mech wince with further discomfort.
Hastily, Rumble patched in a connection to Soundwave. “Boss help! Battlechargers attacking me in sector...”
But he found himself signalling into static, his frequency jammed. Rumble’s visor flared with disbelief and he slowly turned his head towards the jammer’s source...Laserbeak. The avian symbiote just sat there, perched on a railing and Rumble suddenly knew. The sense of betrayal hurt more than anything and it filled him with unspeakable rage, overpowering everything else.
“I hope ya fucking rust!” he screamed shrilly, squirming underneath the pede that pinned him down. “Ya fucking-”
Before he could finish his sentence, Runabout hit him again and his systems went into temporary stasis from the powerful blow.

Megatron forced himself to concentrate solely on the from below him when Soundwave entered and when he spoke. His face was uncharacteristically cold as he rotated his helm toward the telepath.
“Soundwave,” he said, his stiff lips trying to perk up into something of a smirk. “I’m sure you fucking know what to do, unless you’re just going to stand there,” he said, shoulders rigidly set as Starscream sat up. His red optics swept over Soundwave’s form again, looking at him up and down. Mech wasn’t filthy, must’ve washed up, but he looked horrible, and he was dented in a few curious places. “You look like shit. This is an official reprimand, if you come on duty so… drained and dented again, I’ll replace you,” he easily said, giving a dismissive wave of his hand.
“My apologies, Lord Megatron,” Soundwave said. His tone was perfect; bland, always compliant and never rebellious.
Of course, Soundwave, before Megatron had learned all what had happened, knew damn well that Megatron would never replace him, so he hoped that Soundwave would buy his bluff for now. Well, really, the ending of a bluff.
Starscream sighed loudly and pressed a hand on Megatron’s chassis, drawing his attention again. “He can’t help it that he’s got to hump the generator in the engine room for some attention,” he drawled.
Everyone in the Decepticon army on earth knew that it was a vibrating, humming, problematic mess. Insult in cheek, Starscream knew many Decepticons who actually did use it for their own pleasure. Especially the ones there were too ugly to get a fuck, or the ones that fervently denied using their own valve with a partner, but got themselves off with it privately. Apparently it was a trait of being more mechly when one didn’t use their valve. Starscream thought it was complete stupidity.
Megatron rapped his fingers over Starscream’s panel to bring them back to task. So far everything was playing out perfectly.
“Today is a special day, Soundwave,” Megatron murmured as Starscream opened his panel. He rammed his fingers in the mech’s valve, feeling at the well stretched sides, along with some of the cum that had still been left inside. It was still slick and wet from their earlier activities in the night. But… he wasn’t going to fuck Starscream’s valve yet, no… It was for the effect.
“Affirmative, Lord Megatron,” Soundwave neutrally said.
My, aren’t you in a mood today, the telepath thought to himself as he began to give his verbal report, standing there like a picture of emotionless calm. But his mouth seemed to be perpetually twisted into a horrid scowl behind the faceplate and he fought himself not to let the underlying growl seep past the secondary vocaliser. It would be synthesised as static of course, a fact that Megatron knew and would comment on.
“The international conference of several human leaders was hoisted by the United Nations and it detailed several governments laying down several proposals to Optimus Prime. Their primary objective was to convince Optimus Prime to share Cybertronian technology for defensive means...”
Megatron slid his arms up Starscream’s legs and pushed the mech farther onto the table, tilting his hips up. He pressed Starscream’s knees as close to his chassis as he could, and bent down. He circled his glossa around the valve’s pleasantly fucked rim, stretched and open so he could actually see up inside the ribbed valve. Megatron thrust his glossa up Starscream’s valve and started eating him out. His transfluid was sweet, tingly in his mouth, while the lubricant slid down his throat as easily as it always did.
“Oh…” Starscream groaned, his head falling back as he rested a hand on the back of Megatron’s helm. “You’re so good at eating my valve, Megatron,” he mocked.
It was irritating to watch them. Soundwave had been forced to stand in the background on countless of occasions but this time seemed to be exceptionally grating on his already shot nerves. Megatron’s glossa moved like a sinuous cybersnake, curling and probing, giving that whore the pleasure he definitely did not deserve. Soundwave had always stood steadfast by Megatron’s side and he had never been gifted with such... generous treatment.
The fact that Starscream was giving him that nasty, knowing look added insult upon the injury. The Seeker’s blue hand slid down and tenderly caressed the grey helm nestled between his white thighs in an obvious mockery of intimacy. Soundwave’s sharp-tipped fingers curled in the palms of his hands, mimicking claws.
His monotone droned on regardless. “...Optimus Prime was firm on his decision to reject the humans’ proposals, offering new terms to assist them further on defence...”
Starscream’s loud cries of pleasure drowned on the last sentence of Soundwave’s report. The Seeker’s wings made a dull rapping sound onto the conference table as he threw his helm from side to side, legs trembling as Megatron must have found a particularly sensitive cluster of sensors. Without meaning to, Soundwave found his mental powers surging forward to attack Starscream’s mind. But the Air Commander grinned viciously at him when he felt the foreign presence and he upped his own formidable firewalls until Soundwave was forced to retreat like a wounded animal, too tired to provoke a confrontation.
On the other hand, Starscream was lost in his own state of bliss and to him, that infuriating telepath’s torment was a stimulant in its own right. His valve seemed to be locked into constant spasms, lubricant pouring freely from the slick hole, running down the curve of his aft, a small puddle already forming on the table beneath him; Megatron’s mouth was wet and gleaming with it. Starscream’s circuits sizzled with his impeding overload while Soundwave’s circuits sizzled with hatred.
“It seems that the humans are more insistent, using our recent attacks as a strongpoint...”
“Oh yes, Megatron! Give me more of that talented glossa of yours!”
“Optimus Prime has offered increased Autobot patrols and further interactions between his scientists with the humans’ scientific division...”
“I’m so close...oh I love it when you lick me, c’mon now push it deeper!”
Soundwave’s fingers tightened into fists. “Ravage has also reported that Autobot activity around the Ark has not changed since my last report. Unrelated note: Starscream’s valve has grown looser since my last observation.”
Starscream actually hissed this time.
Megatron glanced up, his optics bright as he licked his lips. “Yes Soundwave… it’s loose because I fucked it not long ago,” he said tersely before he turned back and started to eat Starscream out like he’d been asking. In fact, he’d fucked Starscream several times, along with Starscream’s trine members. The slut liked his valve filled. Megatron was only half listening to the report, but had made sure the computer near them was remotely recording Soundwave’s voice. At least that way he’d be able to go over the audio files later.
Starscream, even with the insult dished back to him, resumed his sultry pose and rolled his hips into Megatron’s mouth, putting more of a show on than before. His hand was actually exerting quite a bit of force on Megatron’s helm, nearly smashing the mech’s dermal plating against him. Megatron’s glossa played over another one of his sensor nodes and he overloaded, tossing his helm back to hit the table as he gave a long winded moan, his hips jerking upwards. More lubricant flooded out of his valve, and Megatron lapped most of it up.
After a few moments, Megatron stood up, dragging Starscream back down to slap his face. “Don’t ever do that to me again,” he hissed, rubbing at his nasal ridge.
Starscream looked unabashed, and he smiled widely. “My… apologies Lord Megatron,” he simpered, running his hands up the smooth metal panes of Megatron’s chest. “I’m just… excited,” Starscream added, giving Soundwave another lecherous look.
“Well…” Megatron glowered, then pointed at Soundwave. “If you’re so excited, why don’t you prove it? Soundwave looks jealous.”
A heavy sense of uneasiness settled in Soundwave’s tanks at Megatron’s words. There was something about the entire situation that was... not quite right. It deviated from the routine and Megatron temperament towards him was sharper than he was used to. Did they found out? No...he was sure that he would have sensed it.
“Lord Megatron,” he tried, not wishing to be anywhere near those two. “I will take my leave now.”
Starscream jumped off the table and was over by Soundwave’s side in a flash, proving that he was quick on the ground as he was in the air.
“Come now. It’s pointless to allow feelings such as hate cloud your processor when a treat like this is being offered to you! Pleasure is pleasure after all!”
Soundwave impulsively snatched his arm away when Starscream touched it. Undeterred, Starscream slid around him, facing him. The enticing swell of Starscream’s cockpit brushed against the flat planes of Soundwave’s tapedeck but he stood his ground, unwilling to take a step backwards.
“I must admit though...” Starscream breathed, filling in Soundwave’s continuing unresponsiveness. “You rejecting me those many solar cycles ago seems to just fuel my curiosity more. Megatron tells me...” Red optics flitted coyly at the former gladiator. “...that you are quite desirable in the berth. That you actually have a gifted mouth behind that mask of yours...”
He reached up to cup the mouthplate, but Soundwave grabbed his arm, holding it in a death grip, keeping him from touching further. The Seeker winced...Soundwave was strong.
“How I portray myself is of no business of yours,” Soundwave snarled quietly, the effect again lost on the synthesiser.
Starscream made a pleased sound and he smiled sweetly, though it was not genuine. His smiles hardly ever were. “Ah there we go. A reaction.” Starscream tugged at the hand still clutching his arm towards his face, with his own surprising show of strength. A long, slick glossa darted out to trail between the tightly clenched fingers, dipping into the gaps, leaving the metal wet and glistening with oral fluids. His optics never left Soundwave’s covered face as he trekked up the tense forearm with his lips, laying a long line of reverent, open-mouthed kisses.
“I will do whatever you want me to,” Starscream promised darkly. “Surely you must have fantasised about chaining me and whipping me until I beg for mercy. Turn that hate into passion and use it against me. Fuck me until I scream out for more. Are you big, Soundwave? Such a big mech...I’m sure you are.”
The telepath’s vents ran just a little warmer, a little faster. Starscream was giving him that red-hot look of his again, the type that was sure to drive weaker-willed mechs to their knees, the light in his bright optics intensifying even more when his mouth reached his collar plating. He diverted his attention to the shoulder cannon instead. Soundwave watched, transfixed as that glossa dipped into the weapon’s multiple firing points and then traced a wet stripe around the rim, slowly, deliberately.
Optimus’ previous words abruptly came to mind. I do not want you, I don’t want to be near you, and I certainly don’t want to mate with you.
Soundwave wanted to claw out his processor as Starscream’s mouth migrated to his neck, warm air washing out of his side vents to seep into the pulsing cords of his throat, dipping his dark helm to graze his denta lightly onto the main energon line, leaving it tingling with sensation.
“What do you say, Soundwave? Make a decision fast though...Lord Megatron wants a show.”
And Megatron...Megatron leaning against the table, watching them indifferently save for the strange light burning in his optics, his large black hand wrapped around his erect spike, leisurely stroking it as precum beaded around the slit and dribbled down his fingers. Down, down Soundwave’s gaze travelled across the floor back to Starscream’s thrusters heels, up his shapely Seeker chassis, lingering onto the bare interface before settling back onto those gorgeous faceplates.
He was so confused, so overwhelmed, his entire world turned upside down and Starscream’s hands were leaving behind trails of fire over his exhausted body, leaving him wanting for more, making him feel wanted.. desirable.
Depressing him even further, Optimus’ low voice kept repeating brokenly through Soundwave’s processor, like a programming code stuck on a loop. I don’t give a damn about you...You don’t exist.
He just wanted to forget everything, even just for a moment.
Soundwave retracted his facemask and grabbed the Seeker by the neck and pulled him close, forcing his lips onto that small mouth, pushing his glossa in deep and muffling the surprised squawk. Starscream recovered quickly and kissed back with equal ferocity.
Normally, Megatron might’ve smiled or made a lewd comment, but now there was nothing, just coldness and a deep sense of betrayal. Hopefully the telepath wouldn’t catch on, but he looked pretty busy with Starscream. He glanced down and rubbed his thumb into the slit of his spike and gave it a loving jerk before he approached his subordinates. Megatron leaned against the computer console, right next to the one he had punched earlier.
Soundwave was right in front of him, and Megatron grasped the telepath’s hips to pull him close, Starscream following them. His erection pressed hard against the mech’s back as he breathed in his audio. With one hand, he curled his fingers around Soundwave’s neck and rubbed at the tubing while his other reached between the telepath’s legs, stroking a navy blue codpiece.
“Do you still want to leave?” he murmured, his wet glossa laving over back of Soundwave’s shoulder cannon. “Where are your cassettes?” Megatron silkily added, baring his denta to scrape over the telepath’s collar ridge.
Soundwave broke away from the frenzied kiss with a subtle gasp of his vents.
“Cassettes: left to their own devices,” Soundwave answered, voice thickened with lust.
Starscream’s smile sharpened to one side and he wiped his oil-streaked mouth with the back of his hand. “A secondary synthesiser…You sound much better without it,” he cooed, reaching down to pat the plates lining Soundwave’s stomach, stroking the edges before his hand sank down to join Megatron’s; leaving every now and then to rub at the gaps between the hip and pelvis.
Being pressed between two, warm frames was intoxicating. Soundwave’s pedes slid across the smooth floor with a dull, muted scrape giving the both of them more access. Starscream appeared pleased at the gesture and pressed his blue fingers deeper into the widened gaps, this time being able to stretch them out to caress the cables from within.
“Don’t be coy now, Soundwave,” the Seeker murmured. “Open up. I’ll make it feel good, I promise.”
Megatron could not help but notice the implications in Starscream’s tone. Of course not now, this would be the last time, and it was going to count. The warlord chuckled lowly, mirroring Starscream’s fingers as he rubbed between Soundwave’s legs. “Yes, open up… I can’t fuck a closed valve, can I?” he agreed. Megatron heard Starscream snicker.
It was then that Megatron’s internal communications system went off. Something that Soundwave would easily be able to sense even on his worst days. It was Blitzwing, so he blocked it completely. “Like I said earlier Soundwave…today is a special day for many reasons. Today is the day that will reunite the Decepticon army and lead to our inevitable victory over the Autobots.” Megatron couldn’t bear to say Optimus’ name out loud. “We’re going to welcome a new, efficient member onto the command team.”
Megatron’s hand clenched into a tightly balled fist on the back of Soundwave’s helm, but he relaxed and resumed his caresses. “It’s all going to be quite a surprise… top secret. Only Starscream and I know who it is for security measures.”
He used his fingertip to travel along the hairline seam of Soundwave’s panel. “I’m sure you’ll like him, you’re both… similar in some aspects…”
Soundwave should have left then and there. Everything around him was prickling his sensors and setting off alarms. Megatron giving him this sort of affections, after such a long time was quite sudden. Also, for him to have confided to Starscream about a supposed new crew member without even consulting Soundwave was definitely not what he was used to. But Soundwave also knew that Megatron was prone to dramatics and rather eccentric plans and those fingers were… very distracting.
“This: celebration? New addition: who is it?” he managed to enquire, visor flickering. His helm fell back, bumping against Megatron and he tilted his faceplates, parted lips brushing against the strong, throbbing cords of Megatron’s throat.
“Yes we are celebrating, as a matter of fact,” Starscream affirmed. He leaned forward, rubbing his chest against Soundwave’s and licked a long, wet line across one side of Soundwave’s cheek arch. “And it wouldn’t be fair if you were excluded from it.”
The telepath fixed the mech in front of him with a sharp glare from the edge of his visor. “Starscream: hardly generous.”
“No, I’m not,” Starscream answered smoothly. “I just want to see Megatron fuck you hard like the cheap sycophant you are and I’m going to get off hard from it. Is that a problem?”
Now that was an element of their relationship that he was used to. Soundwave sneered nastily at the Air Commander and he grabbed that delectable, slender throat again, his mouth seeking the other’s for another kiss; this time it was all harsh bites and oral fluids smeared all over their lips. It was that very thought, being defiant to his precious mate, that sent the flames licking at Soundwave’s circuits burn even hotter. His panel retracted and his spike slid out of his housing just a little, revealing the first ridge. Below it, the opening of his valve quivered wetly.
Megatron was quick to take advantage of it. He placed his large hand on the small of Soundwave’s back, and with his other, he tilted the mech’s hips up. Then he ghosted his digits along the inside of Soundwave’s inner thigh, circling up to trace the outside of his valve.
“The new addition is a very close friend of Shockwave’s. He was highly recommended. But don’t worry; it’s not big of a deal. He’ll have a… minimal position,” Megatron amended.
He pressed his finger inside of Soundwave, the pad of his index finger rubbing firmly on the intimate inner ribbing of the valve. Megatron nipped at Soundwave’s neck tubing, his tilted head only inches from where he and Starscream were kissing. Megatron pressed another finger inside, twisting them together.
“It’s been so long since I’ve felt you…I’ve let you go too long, haven’t I?”
The Decepticon leader smiled wickedly into the back of Soundwave’s neck. Trust them, the Decepticons collectively, to be such a horrible bunch of fucking backstabbers, to contemplate how much rape Soundwave could handle before he was just nothing. It brought Megatron great joy to think about the sheer agony he would soon be in. But… if Megatron been any mech of temper, which he admitted he was not, he would’ve waited at least a few days to deal with this problem and figure out a much more ironic way for him to die. But ah, traitors were traitors. The sooner they were disposed of, the better, especially in this matter, with a communications officer and telepath.
Megatron began to thrust his fingers instead of just feeling, barely keeping his claws from just ripping. That would also have been sickly satisfying. With his other hand he stroked the smooth metal of Soundwave’s stomach, the tips of his fingers dipping down to brush over a few of the buttons from the telepath’s alternative mode. Megatron suddenly grinned.
“Make Starscream blow you. After all, you work so hard, right? And this slacker here is just a fuck up.”
“Unlike some others around here, I actually have real responsibilities to cater,” Starscream huffed with a glower towards Megatron’s direction. “I can’t afford to be at your beck and call constantly, oh brilliant and unproductive leader.”
“That’s his way of saying he considers sucking spike part of his duty,” Megatron whispered into Soundwave’s audio.
The low, rough tones of Megatron’s voice vibrated pleasantly against Soundwave’s highly attuned sensors. He eyed up Starscream’s petulant features appreciatively and realised with great relish that he would be able to fulfil one of his oldest fantasies…with Megatron’s blessing.
“Gladly.”
Soundwave shifted his weight from one pede to another and gripped both of the Starscream’s shoulder vents, forcing him down to his knees with a clank. In retaliation to the rough treatment, Starscream dug his own claws hard into the plating of Soundwave’s thighs.
“Do you mind,” Starscream snarled indignantly. “I could easily just bite it of-“
Starscream’s threat died in a mixture of static-filled clicks. Soundwave had found his weak spot; those white, broad wings. The telepath paid special attention to the sweeping tips, pinching them lightly before stroking the smooth edges slowly and then up again, dragging his palms against the metal. Starscream positively melted from the attention and when he looked up at Soundwave from beneath the contours of his helm.
“Well.. since you insist…” Starscream said sullenly.
“Now,” Megatron growled, “face fuck that slut.”
The corners of Soundwave’s lip components skewed upwards into a self-satisfied smirk. He transferred his hold from Starscream’s wings to grab the sides of his helm instead and pulled him face first towards his interface. In his excitement at the prospect of finally shutting Starscream up, his spike extended to its full length to stand impressively before the Seeker’s wide optics.
“My…” Starscream marvelled. “What a nice spike you have.”
“Taste it,” Soundwave ordered brusquely.
Soundwave bumped the rounded head of his spike against the dark faceplates, tilting his hips up to rub it insistently up the flawless dermal plating. In doing so, he nearly dislodged Megatron’s fingers from his quickly lubricating valve. The warlord’s cruel clawtips grazed ever so slightly against the textured walls of his valve, giving him just the right amount of sensation to moan and push his pelvis back again so he could feel their stretch again. More moans spilled out from his vocaliser when Starscream latched onto his spike, engulfing it expertly into the slick, warm cavern of his mouth. Megatron didn’t have the best view, but that was fine. The slurping noises Starscream was making were enough to entertain him.
“Mm, you want something in your valve?” Megatron's husky timbre drawled, and he slid his knee down the inside of Soundwave’s legs, spreading them. Crudely he grabbed Soundwave’s hips and pulled him back, laughing at the noise of irritation Starscream made. “You should be an expert on this by now Starscream!” he chided.
In one smooth motion Megatron thrust inside, seating himself deep within the well lubricated valve. “Let me show you how to do this,” he murmured, reaching around Soundwave to pull on the back of Starscream’s helm, forcing him back on Soundwave’s spike.
“Hold his head there,” Megatron directed Soundwave.
Soundwave gasped, his fingers rubbing the dark metal of Starscream's helm and his valve clenched like a hungry thing around Megatron's thick spike. But Megatron continued to hold tightly onto Soundwave’s waist, supporting some of his weight. The angle was difficult, but ultimately worth it. Megatron tilted his hips back and then thrust forward again, creating a dual effect. With Megatron directing the motion, Soundwave’s spike would literally fuck Starscream’s mouth, and he knew it wouldn’t be pleasant for the little Seeker. Perhaps he’d learn to watch his mouth, and the thought nearly made him laugh. Megatron started to move forward with small, concise circular motions of his hips and the small of his back hurt from where the computer console behind was gouging into him. He curved his hand around Soundwave’s stomach plating, freeing his other one.
Slowly Megatron drew his clawed fingers up Soundwave’s backstrut until he reached the base of his helm. Megatron caressed the metal and grabbed the slanted finial on the side of his head, forcing him back. “You’re a lucky mech, aren’t you Soundwave? I’ve always given you special treatment, haven’t I?” It sounded like he was trying to reaffirm Soundwave’s betrayal with himself.
Soundwave gazed up at his leader, his slanted vision jerking with each slam of Megatron’s sizeable shaft inside his tightening valve. The visor flashed with uncertainty. “My Lord?”
Then Starscream’s glossa pressed upwards against the underside of Soundwave’s hard spike, the flexible metal passing each ridge and bump each time the spike slid in and out of his relaxed mouth. That wasn’t the only trick the Seeker knew. He lowered his gaze, just barely catching the sight of Soundwave’s stretched opening from the edge of his vision and with one hand braced upon the long line of the thigh before him, he raised the other arm to palm Soundwave’s inner thigh, smearing the spilt fluids upwards until the tips of his fingers reached the filled valve. Each time Megatron would pull back, more lubricant would trickle across his probing fingers as he methodically worked one inside, curving it outwards to stretch the already taut rim outwards.
Soundwave’s lips parted with pleasure, a long line of oil streaming down his chin and he keened as if he was in pain. His valve began to clench tightly and the charge of his approaching overload began to build, the energon pumping powerfully through his lines and straight into the swirling energy of his spark. The finger stuffed inside him slid around the rapidly moving spike; an almost unbearable contrast of speeds that confused his body. The pad of Starscream’s thumb joined in, rubbing across the valve’s extended lip, digging in slightly so he could pull it open even wider, enough to force a second finger. Soundwave’s filled valve practically pulsed, releasing a burst of hot lubricant. The opaque fluid ran down Starscream’s hand, soaking itself into his knuckle and wrist joints and he hummed with amusement as he worked the spike inside his mouth deeper down his throat tubing, expertly able to swallow the thickness.
Soundwave’s visor was a vivid scarlet red, burning as bright as the plating of his body. His hips rocked jerkily, a thin digital whine almost grinding itself out of his vocaliser. His fingers tightened on the Seeker’s helm, holding him firmly in place, as he began to shake. So close, he was so close, his sensors so highly sensitized, teetering on the edge just about ready to tip over.
Megatron’s muscle cables were burning from the force he was using to pound up into Soundwave. Good thing he had decided to let Starscream deliver the injection, because there was no way he could concentrate on anything with how tight his third-in-command kept clenching around him. It wasn’t sporadic either; it was a constant rippling pleasure. He threw his head back and groaned as he thrust in and out, his spike throbbing.
The Decepticon leader snaked his fingers up Soundwave’s chassis, passing along the cords of his neck and up to his mouth. He played with the mech’s lips, rubbing the pad of his thumb across Soundwave’s bottom one.
“You’re such a foolish mech, Soundwave.”
Megatron’s overload was quick and fast. Pleasure clouded his sensors for a painful few seconds, deep and intense, and he snapped Soundwave’s jaw up, pulling the mech’s head back. He forced Soundwave to bare his neck as he covered his mouth, the tubing below pulsing with raw energy. Megatron knew Soundwave was too close to his overload to resist anything.
“Hurry up and overload so I can fucking kill you already,” Megatron growled in Soundwave’s audio receptor, his claws sinking into soft dermal metal.
For Soundwave everything seemed to happen at once. Realisation washed over him, much like being hurtled unprepared within the freezing vacuum of space and yet his body continued unheeded on its own, ripping the overload painfully from him. He shuddered from the unwanted pleasure and the, Primus, the horror as both his former comrades’ mental blocks disappeared, their malicious thoughts flooding his processor with exactly what they had planned for him. He could vaguely feel the sensors on his spike react with the open air as Starscream pulled away, his hips thrusting forward in some sort of grotesque parody of the enjoyment that he was unable to feel anymore, transfluid spurting out from the tip to splatter all over Starscream’s open mouth and outstretched glossa.
Laserbeak. The knowledge of it pierced his spark.
Soundwave tried to break free, his body paralysed as the overload overwhelmed his systems with the energy influx and he tried so desperately to grasp his bearings fast enough to communicate with his symbiotes, to order them to escape while they still could.
Rumble’s voice crackled through Soundwave’s frequency.
“Boss hel-”
And then it cut out abruptly.
Starscream’s leering, dripping wet faceplates filled his vision. Soundwave’s hesitation cost him dearly; sharp pain assaulting his neural network as Starscream jabbed something sharp into the main cable lining his throat. It happened so fast. He lost control over the fledgling bond he shared with Optimus and it flared open, panic seeping through it before his world went black.
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