M for sex and language.

Takes place a bit before s2e10, Armada. What started as me hinting in another story that Soundwave and a drone are boning led to this mess and I have absolutely zero regrets about it. I wrote this for the fun of it, so I'm not taking it as seriously as I would my other stories.

Chapter I

D4N1-3L. Daniel. It was almost astounding and hilarious how often their serial designations translated so well into human names. Some of them, very few left now, still retained other alien names prior to coming to Earth. Names such as Calar and Ofrene went to the oldest ones, from other organic places they crossed making their way towards Earth while following the Autobots. It was equally astounding how much of the universe was organic in nature. But some of their names couldn't translate at all. FC-6V90 named himself Trevor. How the hell did that even work? There were absolutely no Fs or Cs in Trevor. Fredric would have made more sense.

But Daniel wasn't thinking about that any more. His thoughts kept changing as he tried to work. Kirk was disappointing last night. No, focus. These codes make no sense; how are we supposed to decode this garbage? Make someone else do it while he took care of his—Focus, damn you. Oh, it's too hot in here. No, it's the perfect temperature, as it's meant to be. Perfect atmosphere. Perfect, unlike last night in his—Will you stop that already? Does Soundwave have a cipher we can use to speed this along or is he just winging it like the rest of us? Is he actually working on the relic coordinates? Damn, look at those biolights, those legs—He's a commander, you fragging idiot, quit thinking like a slut for two Primus-damned minutes and work!

He was too jittery. He kept shaking his head but the thoughts kept coming back. Kirk. Fucking Kirk. He should've known better than to let a miner have his way. Ground drones were always so quick to get it over with, never savoring or taking their time to actually enjoy the moment. And they were always so uncreative! What kind of name was Kirk, anyway? How could anyone say it properly during interface without sounding like a bad hiccough? Maybe he should ask Elias to help him later with—

Daniel took his digits off the keyboard and leaned his head back to hold in an irritated sigh. He pretended to stretch, tilting his helm far to one side then the other. Something popped. That felt nice. Maybe he could focus now.

Look at the screen. Just the screen. Look at these words, Dan. Are these even words? They're just symbols. Symbols that probably translate to other symbols that translate into more symbols and then translate to words. That's how he'd write this if he were making up an entire language during wartime.

Focus. Any progress? No, because he keeps thinking about Kirk. Frag Kirk! Kirk's a two out of ten! A very dusty, selfish, inconsiderate two! Frag it; one, he's a one, and even that's being generous. Daniel was in pain and frustrated. Frag Kirk. No, not literally, he's terrible. Scooter was a better frag than Kirk, and Scooter never frags.

Daniel shifted. He was almost ready to bang his helm onto the keyboard when he felt something crawl up his back and over his shoulder. He gasped. He looked down to see the head of one of Soundwave's tendrils creeping along his frame and retreating back. Daniel turned his head to see Soundwave standing three feet behind him. The officer lowered his head and extended a private link to hold to his vow of silence. This link never felt like Soundwave was talking directly to a person; it felt more like he was using the person's own vocabulary in their mind to communicate, and so it sounded like their own voice at times. Daniel was pretty sure Soundwave would have never asked in this specific string of words:

[What the hell is wrong with you?]

"S-Sorry, sir," Daniel replied. "I'm distracted." Stupid, that's not what officers like to hear. "I can manage it." Too late, idiot, you already dug yourself a hole. You'll get transferred back to mining if you keep it up.

Soundwave turned towards the door exiting the records room, hinting to Daniel that he should follow. The drone gave a simple and hesitant "yes, sir" for the sake of the others knowing that he was ordered to leave. This was it. He was back to mining. Screw mining! It's mindless work! And those same mindless ground drones made a habit of maiming themselves or getting into "accidents" just to get a lift back up onto the ship for a patch only to get back to work at the next depot. It was depressing that their only time for a break and a shower was when they were hurt. He never wanted to go back there. He was a ship drone and he made sure to stay on the ship.

The silent officer stopped. Daniel halted a few paces behind him, waiting for anything, but unprepared for what was going to happen. Soundwave turned on him. Two tendrils struck out, wrapping themselves around Daniel's arms. He was slammed against the wall. The tentacles slithered their way down, spiraling around his waist and legs next.

"Commander!" he said with less dignity than he intended. "I'm sorry that I was slacking! I'll do better!"

Soundwave stepped closer. He said nothing between their link. Daniel was fearing the worst.

"I'll work harder, overtime, anything!"

Soundwave's head slowly sloped, like his audio receptor was being dragged to his shoulder. He felt curious. Why was a drone begging for more work? Did he think he was going to die?

"Isn't…" Daniel looked carefully for the right words. "I was being insufficient. Doesn't insufficiency lead to termination?"

The officer's head snapped back up. No. And yes. [D4N1-3L, you are being insufficient. You have already admitted your distractions. Your overall current physical condition is concerning and may have something to do with these "distractions." You are typically hardworking. Today, you are lacking.]

"I know, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

[I know the cause, D4N1-3L. You have been shaking so loudly that the clattering of your armor distracts everyone else. Focus requires silence. Your mind is anything but. You will be relieved, and you will be expected to continue working when we're done.]

"Re-Relieved…?" His interface panel warmed.

Soundwave was quick to bring it to his attention. One of the tendrils clamped hard to the closed panel and its little fiber tongues stretched out to find the override locks. Daniel shuddered at the feeling. Was this really happening?

The panel slid open. The head of the tendril teased at his port rim. He clenched and gasped reflexively. He hoped he didn't offend the commander by doing that. It didn't seem like Soundwave took notice of it, if he did at all. It was so hard to tell. Daniel was used to body language telling a mech's tone and feelings, but Soundwave just stood there, unmoving, with the two tentacles doing all of his work. One worked at his valve, stretching it slowly, dipping the head in and out. The other snaked its way back up Daniel's chest, curled over his shoulder, and found the processing port at the atlas of his neck. The jolt of the connection shocked the drone. He felt violated as Soundwave ran through recent memory files. At the same time, it felt so strangely freeing.

[So, this was the mech who left you unsatisfied. K1-1RC. Five minutes. Only one of you overloaded.]

"Commander…" was all Daniel managed to say, and it came out so needy. You could do it in two, couldn't you?

He was sure Soundwave caught on to that thought. The tendril at his port rammed two more inches in. The drone cried out and bucked with what limited space he had from being suspended against the wall. He felt it wiggling around, looking for the right nodes to hit and charge as it slithered deeper in. The head clamped itself shut tight and slowly started spinning, sending Daniel into a heated frenzy as he lolled his head side to side.

Soundwave stepped closer and dragged Daniel higher up the wall. The drone scraped his pedes against the surface behind him. Something else felt like it was being pulled from his mind. He looked down to see a countdown timer on Soundwave's facial screen. One minute, twenty-four seconds.

The tendril inside him slowed its rotation and pumped deeper until it nearly hit the ceiling node. It was moving in a strange way. The only way Daniel could describe it was, ironically enough, sound waves. A crest, a trough, and a shallow amplitude. The tendril squirmed like this while inside him, with the crest bumping against the most sensitive clusters that spread heat throughout his body. His shoulders shook. His pelvis bucked out towards the commander. Soundwave's head tilted once more as he analyzed. The tendril inside froze and started rubbing against the front wall of Daniel's valve. The countdown timer rid itself of twenty seconds while Daniel moaned his pleasure.

"Harder, more! Please! Frag me harder, commander!"

[You want this.]

"I need it! Please, sir!"

[Keep screaming.]

The bodies of the tentacles maneuvered themselves again, contracting to lift Daniel's legs from the wall and spread out. Daniel looked down, noticing Soundwave was directly between them, watching his port getting fragged by the commander's tendril. The countdown knocked off another five seconds on account of new data being retrieved.

Daniel arched his back. His arms flexed against the restriction of the coils that held him in place. He wondered if Soundwave was also getting off on this. The officer didn't show it. Maybe he didn't care. Maybe he was more concerned about this drone working, and said drone was not able to work when he was left wanting for hours since last night with… Kirk. You drones have names?

Daniel could no longer tell what was his inner thoughts and what were Soundwave's through the invasive connection. It didn't matter. Nothing else mattered except the feeling of the thick tendril imitating impossible movements of a spike inside his spasming port. The only sounds in the hall were the drone's pleas and moans, the muffled revving of his engine, and the whirring of Soundwave's appendage as it slicked in and out with wet thumps.

He looked down one more time at the officer staring up at him between his legs. There was a thought, a fleeting fancy that he believed Soundwave wouldn't act on, so he squashed it. The officer, surprisingly, obliged the helpless mech with this silent, passing plea. He reached an arm up to scrape gentle, thin digits up the drone's thigh. Sparks ignited within him. Soundwave's countdown blinked each second as it came down to the final ten.

"Commander, I-I'm…!" Daniel mewled. "Ah!"

His overload nearly crashed his systems. Before Daniel threw his head back to scream it, he saw Soundwave's own frame twitch in response to the mental onslaught of raw lust powered through the linked tendril. The drone's valve clenched tight over the second tentacle. His body convulsed awkwardly in suspension. He was disappointed to find out that Soundwave's transfluid could not be ejaculated through the appendages. That, or the commander really wasn't finding pleasure from this. Whatever. Doesn't matter. The mech without a boner was doing a hell of a lot better than…. The frag was that miner's name again?

The restraining bodies of the tendrils relaxed, causing Daniel to fall on his aft against the floor with a loud clang. He leaned his back on the wall, looking up at the beautiful, thin mech standing over him. The timer blinked 00:00 a few times before it closed with a flash of an electron beam.

The appendage in his port pumped four more times, slowly, before sliding out with a wet pop. The drenched coil flicked itself absentmindedly over Daniel's legs to shake off some of the lubricants. The drone thought it was sexy.

[Clean yourself, Daniel. You will be expected to continue working again in thirty minutes.]

"Yes, sir," Daniel sighed contently, and added, "Thank you, Commander Soundwave."

Soundwave walked away. Daniel watched him leave. He obviously didn't expect an officer to cuddle or do aftercare or anything for him, but at least he was given a period of grace to compose himself. The drone stood up. He found his balance and started walking, limping, towards the showers. As he walked, he realized too late that Soundwave had addressed him by his nickname.

xXx

And that's how Danny boy and Soundwave met prior to Knockout's Jekyll and Hyde story. This ain't a one-off, I have some more.