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Conga	By : Kettle Category: Transformers > G1 > Slash - M/M Views: 4217 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Conga
Author: Kettle
Rating: Adult+
Disclaimer: All characters are property of Hasbro/Takara.
Summary: G1. Megatron can’t control himself any longer.
Author’s Note: Damn, Megatron just insists I write about him and all the horrible things he likes to do to the Decepticons! More kinky Autobot stuff is coming soon though. Oh, and if you’re wondering where the title came from, I was listening to a lot of Gloria Estefan when I wrote this.
Feedback: Yes, please – good, bad, indifferent, I can take it.

“Soundwave.”

The over-energised communications officer leaned against the corridor wall for support as his leader coiled a silver arm around his waist. Soundwave shuddered as Megatron delicately traced a finger around each of his buttons and slurred his name again. The cruel Decepticon leader’s clumsy advances were not a surprise; as the evening wore on and the Energon flowed, Megatron had begun to grope Soundwave more often and less discreetly, at times openly leering at him. Behind them, in the mess hall, the other Decepticons continued their victory party. Soundwave was surprised that Megatron had bothered to bring him outside – for more than a few astroseconds, he was certain Megatron was planning to fuck him in front of the entire army. The cassette player suddenly wanted to giggle.

“Mmm.” Megatron’s fingers slipped lower, pressing on the delicate sensors in Soundwave’s groin armour. He smirked as a low moan escaped from Soundwave’s vocal processor. “Yes, you like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, mighty Megatron.” Soundwave’s response was only partly out of obedience. Megatron seemed to know exactly what to do to him to make his interfacing circuitry throb and harden. This was not their first over-energised encounter, yet such… attention always took Soundwave by surprise. He knew that Megatron simply wanted to make him squirm, but there was a gentleness present in his leader’s touch that was entirely absent when his fuel levels were normal. Soundwave groaned, louder this time, as Megatron deftly undid the panel over the blue Decepticon’s interfacing circuitry and grasped his emerging erection.

“You want more,” Megatron purred. His body was flush with Soundwave’s, and he moved his hips gently against his communications officer, squeezing and stroking the still-growing steel in his hand. Soundwave released another agonised groan, and Megatron hissed as his own immense rod rubbed against the inside of his pelvic armour. “Yes?”

“Yes… mighty Megatron…” Soundwave grunted, struggling to sort through the delicious sensations between his legs and find the memory file containing the rest of the ‘script’. A feeling of panic surged up inside him when his search came up empty.

Megatron licked Soundwave’s shoulder hungrily and a wave of relief washed over the cassette player. His leader was feeling charitable tonight.

“I’m going to fuck you till you can’t stand up,” Megatron growled. Abruptly he let go of Soundwave’s bursting cock and pushed him roughly away from the wall. Soundwave staggered forward, momentarily disoriented – too much Energon meant his gyroscopes weren’t functioning correctly. Megatron slipped a hand down along his own panels, stifling a moan as he trailed his fingertips along the overloaded sensors in his armour. He gently rocked back and forth against his own hand as he watched Soundwave struggle to maintain his equilibrium. Between the Energon and his erection, the cassette player could barely walk. Centuries of famine had made Megatron’s army greedy; when confronted with an abundance of energy, even the normally disciplined Soundwave became a glutton. There was something incredibly arousing about seeing him so completely out of control.

At last Soundwave managed to stabilize himself. Megatron came closer and pushed him into a small storage alcove off the main corridor. Soundwave bounced against the wall, stumbled forward and ended up bent over on a stack of cargo containers. Megatron hissed as a wave of heat flowed to his interfacing circuitry. He wobbled forward and roughly unsnapped the amour that concealed Soundwave’s exhaust port. He shoved Soundwave’s legs further apart with his foot as he removed his own panels, letting go a sigh of relief as his aching rod expanded up and out. A few cubic centimetres of cum had already leaked out and Megatron crudely smeared them over his cock before thrusting carelessly into Soundwave’s exhaust.

Soundwave released a long groan and instinctively pushed back against his leader. His external and internal sensors crackled with static electricity, demanding to be stimulated. Megatron leaned over him, bringing his chassis into contact with Soundwave’s back. He knew well the feel of a robot trembling in fear. He knew the subtle tensing of armour as hydraulic systems responded to commands from his opponent’s battle computer. But Soundwave was quivering in lust, pushing and rubbing against him out of uncontrollable desire. His communications officer squirming and moaning beneath him made Megatron even harder. The Decepticon leader grimaced as a dangerous pressure began to build in his suddenly very full tank. Blindly he groped for Soundwave’s thick rod, jutting out from his groin like a length of rebar, and began to stroke it firmly.

“Aaaugh!”

Soundwave’s whole body shuddered and Megatron heard an audible gurgle come from his subordinate’s holding tank. With a satisfied smirk, he increased the strength of his thrusts, matching his rhythm as he rubbed the sturdy hardware that on more sober nights gave him so much pleasure.

“Ohhh….” Soundwave clutched desperately at the containers beneath him. He yelped in pain as Megatron squeezed his cock too tightly.

“Say my name,” the Decepticon leader hissed.

Soundwave’s fuel intake system reversed suddenly and he just managed to gulp back a mouthful of half-processed Energon. He pushed back against his leader, bursting to come. He would do anything for relief. He would beg.

“Megatron…”

Soundwave began to shake uncontrollably as his systems went into overload. Megatron fucked him harder and harder, working the cassette player’s slick pole as he bucked underneath him. Soundwave gasped his name again and sprayed thick, rainbow-tinted cum all over the cargo containers and floor.

“Mmmhhh!”

Megatron pulled Soundwave’s hips tight against his own as he thrust in deeper than ever, flooding Soundwave’s exhaust with his own copious load. He rested against Soundwave for a few moments as his systems recovered. His subordinate was moaning softly, the armour on his back warm from all the exertion. Megatron allowed his hands to wander.

Mine. All mine.

Many of Soundwave’s less vital sensor banks had been knocked offline by the strength of his orgasm. Consequently he didn’t notice his leader’s movements until Megatron stood up and flipped him roughly onto his back. Soundwave lost his balance and slithered sideways, just managing to stop himself before he hit the floor. The over-energised cassette player leaned heavily against the containers and stared at his leader with glazed optics.

Megatron grinned menacingly and reached for Soundwave’s mask. He pulled it off with a twist and rammed his tongue into Soundwave’s exposed mouth.

“Mmph!”

Startled, the navy blue Decepticon flailed his arms a little before instinctively sliding them around Megatron’s back. Megatron pressed closer, pushing Soundwave down hard on the containers as he devoured his subordinate’s lips. His slick, oily circuitry rubbed against Soundwave’s still-sensitive steel, drawing a hiss from the cassette player. Megatron shuddered as a few last drops of cum spurted out of his retracting cock. He ran his tongue around Soundwave’s mouth for one last taste, then pulled back and stood up.

Soundwave sagged against the containers, breathing heavily. Cum leaked down his open legs and glistened on his fat cock. The translucent door of his tapedeck was scuffed from their earlier exercise. Behind Soundwave’s visor, his optics were glazed and unfocused. Megatron smirked. The delectable view made his limp circuitry twitch, despite his painfully overstimulated pelvic sensors. He wanted seconds.

“Wait for me in my quarters,” he commanded. He swallowed a hiccup. “And don’t put those panels back on.”

Soundwave struggled to stand up and failed.

“Mobility compromised,” he slurred.

“Then crawl,” Megatron snarled. He snapped his own armour back into place. “I expect you to be in my bed when I arrive.” He turned on his heel and, weaving slightly, made his way back to the party.

Soundwave waited until his leader was out of sight before scrabbling for his mask and putting it back on. Having his interfacing circuitry exposed didn’t bother him – he had plenty to be proud of down there – but without his mask he felt truly naked. He rested against the cargo containers, giving his overloaded systems a chance to come back on line. He had no desire to drag himself to Megatron’s room on his hands and knees, and there was also a more pressing matter – the high level alarm in his waste tank was sounding. Soundwave tried to stand again and this time his body responded to his commands. He made his way behind the containers and saw a drain in the floor. Soundwave released the valve on his waste tank and pissed a stream of warm, processed Energon that hit the drain dead on.

Relieved, Soundwave came out from behind the cargo containers and carefully picked up his panels. He felt one or two non-essential systems overload and knew that it was only a matter of time before his mobility circuits did the same. He left the alcove and began the long journey to Megatron’s quarters, holding onto the walls for balance.

At last he found himself inside his leader’s private quarters. Soundwave sat down hard on the large recharging bed, dropped his panels on the floor, and then swung his legs up onto the bed. Megatron’s bed was properly contoured to accommodate a Transformer’s body, making it far more comfortable than the flat slabs of metal the rest of the army had to sleep on. Soundwave’s overloaded circuits screamed at his CPU to let them rest. Soundwave groaned softly in the darkness. His exhaust port was still sore from Megatron’s earlier attention. He wanted to be in his own bed, with his cassettes in his chest cavity. He fought the urge to go offline. Megatron did not like his partners to be unresponsive.

Despite himself, Soundwave drifted in and out of consciousness. He had been lying there for some time when the door opened and light spilled into the room. Megatron swayed in the doorway. Soundwave struggled to bring as many of his systems back online as he could.

Megatron shut the door behind him and brought the lights in his room up to half power. Soundwave was sprawled untidily on the bed, legs apart, limp interfacing circuitry on display. A trickle of cum from their previous encounter had leaked out of his exhaust and pooled on the metal beneath him. He looked like a whore after a heavy night in one of Iacon’s brothels. Megatron tossed his crotchplate to the ground with a clang and approached the bed, his enormous pole already stiff in front of him. He crawled onto the bed and wrenched Soundwave’s mask off, then snaked his tongue between his communications officer’s lips. He noted with pleasure that Soundwave offered no resistance. No Decepticon was foolish enough to resist Megatron when he was aroused, but knowing his partner was completely unable to fight him off, even if he wished, was an incredible turn-on. Megatron pressed against Soundwave, one hand dipping between their bodies to squeeze and pull the cassette player’s flaccid cock.

Soundwave groaned into his leader’s mouth as Megatron’s fingers closed around his sensitive equipment. The silver Decepticon’s body was deliciously warm against his own and Megatron’s tongue in his mouth felt surprisingly good. Despite his body’s protests, Soundwave was starting to enjoy himself… and it showed as his pole began to grow in Megatron’s hand.

Megatron pulled back and smirked as he continued to stroke Soundwave’s swelling rod. Salute your commander, he thought, as the navy-blue steel bulged to full size. He let go of Soundwave’s hardware and thrust into the cassette player’s still slick exhaust port.

“Aaah!”

Soundwave’s fingertips made a scrabbling noise as he grabbed in vain at the metal beneath him, but it was smooth and polished and offered no purchase. Megatron was fucking him hard enough to make him shift and slide on the bed. The brutal punishment was both painful and maddeningly arousing. Soundwave managed to find a handhold on one edge of the bed, but he couldn’t reach the other. He soon realised that if he continued to hang on, Megatron’s forceful thrusts would tear his arm from his shoulder. He let go and hoped the paintwork on his back wouldn’t be too badly scraped from the night’s activities.

Megatron shortened his thrusts and increased speed as his holding tank began to feel uncomfortably full. He reached for Soundwave’s cock and began to pump it in time to his own movements. It was imperative that the cassette player did not outlast him – no tales about how Megatron was a “microsecond mech” to relay to the troops. He smiled to himself as Soundwave groaned deeply, legs twitching in response to the stimulation. The navy blue Decepticon would not last much longer.

Soundwave groaned again as the pressure in his holding tank suddenly rose. He felt a stab of panic as he calculated the likely trajectory of his cum. If it hit Megatron’s chest armour –

“Danger…” he gasped. “Explosion… imminent…”

Megatron immediately shifted position, moving onto his knees and pulling Soundwave’s legs up under his arms. Soundwave grunted at the rough treatment, but the pain was soon buried by the delicious feedback in his pelvic sensors. He groaned as his interfacing system pulsed from the tip of his rod all the way up to his bursting tank.

“Megatron!”

Soundwave’s fat cock erupted, squirting a powerful jet of cum that hit his cassette deck and splashed onto the cannon on his shoulder. He jerked his hips uncontrollably as he emptied his holding tank all over himself. Megatron grunted in pleasure and a moment later Soundwave felt the familiar hot flood of gun cum filling his exhaust cavity. Soundwave shut off his optic sensors, letting his body go limp as Megatron pulled out. The bed shook under him as Megatron collapsed beside him.

Feeling wonderfully satisfied, Megatron dangled an arm over the side of the bed and found one of the rags he always kept on hand for mopping up. He clumsily wiped the viscous cum from his sensitive circuitry and looked at his bedfellow. Soundwave had managed to roll onto his side, facing away from him. Megatron heard a click as Soundwave replaced his mask.

Megatron smirked and planted his foot square in his communications officer’s back, catapulting him onto the floor. The cassette player rolled onto his back and looked up at Megatron. For a microsecond the Decepticon leader saw a glimmer of hurt behind the visor.

“Is there some reason you’re still here?” Megatron asked sweetly, pointing to the door.

Soundwave swayed, legs twitching slightly as he attempted to stand. Finding his efforts futile, he looked up at Megatron again.

“Unable to comply,” he hiccupped. “Subsystems overloaded. Mobility circuits unresponsive.”

Megatron considered his options. He was very tempted to throw Soundwave out the door and leave him where he fell, interfacing circuitry exposed, covered in cum, for all the base to see. However a quick check of his own systems told him that he, too, was in no position to stand up, let alone do something as complex as grab and throw another Decepticon. He decided to be magnanimous.

“Very well,” he slurred. “You may sleep on the floor.” He smiled cruelly as Soundwave visibly relaxed. “But I expect you to repay my generosity in the morning.”

“Understood, mighty Megatron,” Soundwave replied. Megatron gazed at him for a few seconds more, then rolled over, deliberately turning his back on him. Soundwave lay down as Megatron deactivated the lights. At least his demotion to the floor meant that his insatiable leader wasn’t planning to wake him in the night for more sex. Unfortunately, Megatron would not allow him to sleep off his hangover in peace, but for now Soundwave didn’t care. He tucked an arm under his head and, finally giving into his body’s demands, went offline.

Megatron glanced over his shoulder at the recharging cassette player. Soundwave reeked of their combined fluids. Megatron decided not to let him wash himself off until after he had paid for his “board”. Much as he hated to admit it, Megatron had had a lot of Energon – he might need some help to rally in the morning, and the intoxicating smell of sex on his communications officer could be just the thing.

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