Elite Shocks :prolog
A/N:
Credit: Inspired by a post on tumblr by dirty-tf-secrets… "I love the idea that during all those lonely years on Cyberton, there was something going on between Elita and Shockwave."
Yes this is a repost, a revised version. I really like the idea of two loyal soldiers who feel they have been abandoned by their respective leaders. If anything, these two are not Decepticon or Autobot but pure blooded Cybertronians for remaining on their home planet to defend it. And that is precisely where they stand now.
Anyway, I think the first version needed a deep revision and have found the time to remedy it. This version is based only on G1 and Shadowplay & Empurata done to Senator Shockwave. Not based on anyone's AU's.
Enjoy.
Warning: Prolog will be a bit choppy to set the stage
Prolog
"HALT!" The Guardian of Cybertron's cannon levels upon the stash of volatile cargo upon an ember colored femme's flatbed mode.
The dusky blue and rose colored femmes return stance only with their aim to him. The sea-foam sniper stands at the door ready to hold off any drones that dare approach and back up their Commander. She knows they are actually the least of her worries, it's the purple seismic cannon she needs to be afraid of. One shot and will take them all out including himself and she knows he would readily sacrifice his life to take them out in the process.
"Shockwave, you-" The elite femme commander starts.
"SILENCE!" he orders.
The stalemate continues. Finally, the rose femme lowers her rifle. "Deal time, Guardian."
"I hold the upper hand," he logically informs.
"Then what is your deal?"
"You."
Elita-1 hands her rifle to her blue second in command. "Done."
Everyone blinks to her sudden agreement, but before any protests can be made, she takes two steps forward, "They leave with the cubes, though. I know you have an ample supply and you know our situation."
Flicking his hand, Shockwave tells them to leave with the desperately needed fuel. Now the femmes do begin to argue and Shockwave cuts his cannoned arm across his chest to fire at a lone cube in the corner without ever breaking optic contact with his prisoners. The cube explodes and they duck. He does not. "She will return to you, but the longer you stall your escape, the worse condition she will be in." Once more he flicks his hand to the exit.
Elita pats Chromia's hand, "Shockwave's a big old teddy bear."
Shockwave growls to the tease which only emphasizes Chromia's response. "More like a Grizzly bear."
Shockwave lashes out and snatches Elita by the throat, making it clear he will beat her up if they don't leave now. The femmes share a glance as to how to save their leader, so Shockwave throws her behind himself making her crash into a wall. The femmes dash out of the base and he seals the door behind them.
Now for his prisoner.
He turns and rolls those lithe mechly hips of his with that firm elegant yet proud military stomp. Ram-rod back, broad shoulders, pert antenna, erect helm…
Elita can't help but stare from her place on the floor, back to the wall pushing herself to sit up. She's never been alone with this dangerous mech before and certainly not like this! Elita is a strong Commander herself, but the femme side of her is not sure weather to be afraid or… drool. For with each stomp, the steps are becoming lighter and she could swear his hips are rolling a bit more enticingly. Oh dear Primus, he is secretly flaunting himself with that solid tasset of his moving ever so sweetly with each graceful step. Oh… that's incredibly, deceptively, seductive of the mech who is supposed to be cold and analytical.
"No!" she sharply shakes her head to clear her thoughts. He's the enemy… oh fuck is he actually twitching his hips to accentuate the movement of his cod? Her optics widen -He IS!
Standing before her, the sturdy mech splays his stance to make it all military-like, but with his wrists behind his back, just makes his form more imposing. Sexy and silent.
Elita swallows hard.
The timber of his voice is just as alluring. "Tell me, mate of Prime-"
She huffs in disgust and looks away.
That does cock his helm curiously, "What?"
She turns back with venom in her words, "Orion abandoned me. Megatronous wasn't the only one that Orion cast aside when he took the Matrix." Shockwave blinks. "The bastard took a vow of celibacy."
"And yet you still serve him?" It's a chide to her own choice.
Elita juts her chin up in pride, "How pathetic do I really look? Please, unlike spoiled brat Megatron who lost his little friend and started a war, I look after my friends. If Optimus really wants to be leader, let him. Who needs that kind of attention anyways? Sex is over rated."
Her head turns way once again, she will not let him see her personal hurt. It's not the sex necessarily she misses, but she won't deny the fact she had miss a really good overload. Not to mention the sight of a good looking naked mech. Yes she can probably berth anyone she wants, but she is no whore. She has pride, dignity and title.
Shockwave knows this too. Her honor is part of what makes her a worthy foe.
Turning back, she looks up to the Guardian of Cybertron who hasn't adjusted his stance in spite of her personal revelation. She knows that he has been abandoned and cast aside by his own leader -just as she. This soldier turned commander is proud, skilled, smart in his own right. There is no question that Shockwave is a genius and has quite the fortitude to stay here with only a pack of mindless drones while fighting against the Autobot Wreckers and Elite Femme Division terrorizing his well laid plans to hold the planet for his Decepticon Warlord.
Commander Shockwave has NOT made it easy on the Autobots. For this, Shockwave is to be well respected. That she and General Ultra Magnus agree.
Elita sucks up her personal problems to address her warden. "Let's get this done and over with. So, am I supposed to scrub your latrine? Cook you a meal, recalibrate your washing machine?"
"Suck me." He says it as easily as if to say 'bow to me'.
Elita-1 blinks. Surly she didn't hear what she though she did from the cold calculating mech. "Excuse me?"
"You want a good overload and I'm going to give it to you. Now suck me." With that he drops his cod and the black rubbery appendage falls out. "You'll have to work at it, for pink is NOT my color."
She purses her lips and huffs. No, she doesn't have a problem sucking off a Decepticon, for she figures he could have and still can do worse to her. But damn-it did he really say he was going to give HER the overload by releasing him? Oooooo, trying to make a blow to her pride? Bastard!
He tips his cannon lightly under her chin, caresses it down her throat and back up, "Use your teeth if it brings you greater pleasure, Commander." And his antenna flicker in delight to her shiver.
"For your information, I'm rose, not PINK!" He only shrugs to her defensive chuck. She goes to grabs the appendage, but he takes her hand and puts it on the back of his thigh. She huffs again; he wants this all done mouth alone. Damn. On her own, she places the other hand behind his other thigh and takes the limp piece of mech into her mouth.
To her own disgust, it feels so damn good. She just has to roll it around in her mouth and savor it like an exquisite Energon goodie that she has so dearly missed. Neither hears the other softly moan to the nearly forgotten sensuous delight of consuming/being consumed by another Cybertronian.
It's been so long for him to get a good overload. There's only so many things you can do to get a climax in solitary-jerk-off. After nearly four million years of solitude, even trying to stave off a good wank for a lunar cycle or more just doesn't do it any more. To feel someone else doing the unexpected and what you can't do for yourself… he moans deliciously again. This time though, he hears her moaning as well. She most certainly has been having the same problem.
After lolling her tongue around and over his soft mechlyhood, it becomes a pleasurable weapon of nice tangible length and firmness. Her hands slide up and reach under his aft plates. He allows her to release them and savor the feeling of his toned aft. She moans again. Damn what else is he hiding under here?
He really thought he was going to have to force her into this, but is pleasantly wrong. It's not hard to see that she is needing this almost more than he. Rising up, she grabs his aft and encourages him to begin thrusting into her mouth. He is the one that chokes as she takes him down her throat and back out. Slamming a hand to the wall over her head, he some how keeps his knees from buckling.
'Damn she is so needy for a mech in her mouth,' he says to himself while blinking and watching her enjoy herself on his body.
What he had said earlier about giving her the overload, he had meant it as a taunt, but it looks like he was more than accurate: she is gaining more pleasure out of this than he. With a cant to his helm, his lone optic spies her hips rocking and thrusting as if she is riding a mech. Each movement has her moaning and groaning into the feel of him filling and stroking the inside of her mouth. Her hands on his lower aft and thighs are claws and quite aggressive. She's forcing him to bang into her face.
He may be a deadly warrior and a cold sparked bastard at times, but rape is not his style. As much as his body would not mind leaving her tired and over worked by overload, he will not abuse her. Nor will he allow her to abuse herself on him in her desperate need. Shockwave logically knows he should be stopping her but damn his body is so heated just seeing the ferocious femme commander on her knees and needing him right now.
That Great Prime was stupid to throw aside his role as mate and here now the Decepticon Guardian is not only taking care of the planet but his expert femme as well. He chuckles rather deviously. "Yes, yes, Elita take pleasure from what I offer."
Too far gone on the high of ecstasy, she buries her face into his pelvis, and chokes on his mechhood. Those hands so skilled with a rifle grabs the Guardian's aft and moans loud and hard around him while cumming in her own sod piece. But she's not done, for she knows she will be granted a second overload when he releases his own. She picks up her skilled pace in afterglow.
"Nuh, haha~" Shockwave shudders to the new direction of her minstrations. And there he can feel the prickles of a long overload he has massively missed. OH this is going to be so good. But but-
Feeling the end coming close, he yanks back and takes his spike back into his hand. Gruffly he orders, "Open wide!" He holds the tip over her bent back and wide open maw. "Nuh, uh-uh-uh!" The first shot hit's the roof of her mouth. Second and third also make it directly in. The last one dribbles on her lips. And just to top it off, he circles her lips with the heavily coated head.
"Let me clean that off for you," she swallows his nectar then leans forward. He knows he shouldn't let her, but he does anyways. She doesn't just suckle it like a sparkling with a binkie, she's trying to light his fire again. She's had a taste of Glorious Shockwave Seed and wants more.
It takes a lot, but he steps back and turns on his heel closing himself up, "Begone. I will contact you if I have extra supplies."
With the conversation over, he steps behind a closed door, leaving her still kneeling on, the floor soiled in her own fluids and his still tainting her mouth.
Both of them slump against walls in opposite rooms with the same thoughts. 'Shit! That's the best overload I've ever had.' Forbidden. Elicit. Incredibly forbidden and… addictive. Both of them begin ways to devise another meeting.
~~0~~
"That's it Elita, show me exactly how you like it," to her agony he is standing over her still armored body and watching her use the dildo he created for her molded from his own hardened appendage with… an added feature. To add insult to injury, he is stroking his own spike over her writhing form, keeping himself just out of her reach. He knows she wants to touch him, but he is going to keep it just out of touch.
"You fucking bastard!" She hisses in unreleased agony.
"I am the bastard, yes, but you are the fucker. Harder. Come on now, show me just how mad you are at me."
Harder and harder she rams that dildo in screaming in overload as he flicks the remote to make it vibrate. "Nah! You fucking evil prick!" She screams when he shuts it off. "Damn-it Shockwave! Stop screwing with me!"
He twists and drops. Straddling her chest, squashes her arm down and has his spike tip poised just above her face, "Get this STRAIGHT, Commander, I am in charge of this planet. I hold the upper hand. If you want your femmes fueled you will do as I say. Now, show me exactly where that spot is that you love so much."
She snarls and wriggles, "Find it your self, you fucking prick. Or do you have no idea how to pleasure a femme?"
"Apparently I do if you keep coming back for more." And he sprits his load over her cussing lips. Quickly rising, he yanks the dildo from her port and uses it to motion to writing on a far wall. "There's the coordinates for the next cube drop. You can see yourself out." Once more, he strides away, closing a door between them.
Slamming her fists to the floor, Elita screams. He's good. Damn good and shit… she does want more. Will he ever enter her and pound her to the moons and back? Just to add insult to injury, her back arches and she cries out as another jolt of overload strikes. The imagining him finally pounding her into oblivion is the last frustrating straw.
~~0~~
No, she's not going to let him win this time. He's using the dildo on her this time trying to find that illusive spot. Elita is biting her lip hard and trying ever so hard not to let her body betray her.
He's getting frustrated. A genius who can solve any problem, it's pissing him off royally. Stubborn femme Commander. Casting the device aside, he slips a finger in to find it on his own.
She croons and arches. Ever so gently his finger glides and rubs coming dangerous close to the illusive spot. Her hands run over her chest as her helm thrashes. "No, no, I won't let you win, Shockwave."
Flicking his cannon to a hand, he releases her chest piece and …wow! She is buxom. More than that, her nipples are more than pert with black tips. Not a all what he was expecting. He grazes a thumb over one, and jams three fingers inside. Her back shoots to an arch.
"Too bad you can't taste me, you automaton! Then you would really know pleasure."
An antenna cocks, oh she wants to ramp up the challenge? Fine, two can play this game. He withdraws the fingers and slowly wipes her cream across his face. Elita wilts watching the tell-tale signs of a mech relaxing in pleasure. He rolls his face back to her now with a soft glow, "Oh you are delicious. For you see, bitch, this is not an optical sensor. This is a full sensor array. Scent, mmm you do smell good in the overload I give you. Taste? oh and only I can give it to you these days for I know those Wreckers are too afraid to touch you and you hold yourself too high to give into them. Prime isn't the only one celibate. You choose it as well." He makes the swipe again, "Except for me. Now, no longer for the sake of your femmes, you give yourself to me. Sweet delicious femme commander, I taste you alone."
Elita sinks and turns her head away. All too true. She has given herself into the pleasure of his expressions and not really for the fuel anymore.
He arrogantly chuckles and toys with her nipple again. No reaction, so he slides his hand up to her throat and turns her defeated helm back to face him. To his surprise she smiles.
"But I'm not the only one. What of you? You could have captured any of our femmes but you chose me. Why me alone? For if you were doing this to any of my other femmes they would be whimpering and spilling to me. So why me alone, Shockwave?"
He leans in and whispers into her audio, "Exactly. You alone Commander. What have you told them of our escapades?" He pulls back holding her helm gently. His thumb caresses her chin, "Have you told them that I pleasure you? Have you told them that overloading me pleasures you? Have you told them how you gave into your personal needs over your duties?"
She swallows hard. This isn't going the way it was supposed to. This was supposed to be a fight of two commanders trying to dominate the other. This was not supposed to be a two high ranking officers consoling each other.
Her voice softens into telling him the sad truth. "I told them I have to do mindless cleaning and stupid stuff for you."
He smiles in his unique way softening his own body language, "And…?" He knows there is more.
"I told them that the empuarta left you impotent and no interface protocols so they won't worry about me or…"
"Try to interrupt us?" He fills in with more truth.
Dumbly she nods. He chuckles. "You would make a fine Decepticon Commander, Elita. Burned, bruised and abandoned."
Her optics close and slumps her helm to the side. "Get on with the humiliation, Shockwave, so I can go back and take care of my femmes."
"Not this time, Elita." His voice has a compassionate tone she never thought she would heard from Commander Shockwave. Pre-empuarta Senator Shockwave maybe, but not the Decepticon Warlord's most loyal soldier.
What surprises her even more is that he rises off her and opens an access panel in the wall. There are the Energon cubes she receives after each visit with him. But this time, he has not overloaded. Something more important has been exposed this visit.
"Next time, maybe I will humiliate you." He leaves her beyond humiliated, or abandoned, or with unrequited pleasure.
She moans in defeat to revealing personal truth. If anything, she wishes she had revealed military information over what she actually did. She swipes a lone tear away and pulls her armor back on.
~~0~~
This time Shockwave is laid back, arms beneath his helm, chest bared and exposed with her snowy palms caressing his muscled form while his black spike with dimming purple bio-lights is toyed and suckled in after-load. Legs splayed wide, his heels rest across the small of her back keeping her lightly pinned. Neither has any plans to actually leave.
"I swear Elita, you are better than I ever imagined."
"Shockwave, you taste so damn good. You tell him this and I will kill you," the purple mech laughs. "You taste so sweet. Orion is very briny."
The lilac palm comes to his chest, "That's the sweetness of my empurata body. That's what makes us so… delicious."
She quirks a brow giving him a long lick making him shiver. "I thought it was something you were consuming." Shockwave shakes his head. "Damn, and you guys have kept this a secret all these eons?"
Shockwave arrogantly shrugs, "That's what bots get for dis-ing us. They do not get the pleasure of our rare taste."
Keeping one hand around the blackened spike, the naked rosy femme slithers over the top of his naked form. Planting an elbow beside his neck, she plops her cheek into it's fist. Her other hand slides from the used device, over the taunt belly, strong chest, weighted shoulders, pride filled helm and strokes his snowy antenna until he moans. "So what other secrets are you empurata's hiding?" He shiveringly chuckles. Her fingers twist the tip of his antenna, "Will you ever enter me?"
"Do you want me to?" he wants her to beg.
"You evil-"
"Decepticon?"
"Fuck you."
"I do believe that is what you were asking."
She boxes his antenna and is met with being slammed to the berth on her back. His shins painfully pin her thighs down and his hand pins both of hers above her helm leaving the cannon jammed hard under her chin, "Do not be mistaken, I will blow your head off. As much fun as this tryst is, I will kill an Autobot Commander. Do not think you are weakening me. I know exactly what my duty is and I will not let you think for one moment you have the upper hand. Commander Whore."
Furious she struggles and snarls, "And what makes you think I'm just giving myself over so easily. You will never give me the full pleasure Orion did! You might be able to make me overload, but I will always hate the Decepticons!" And she spits in his face. For that, he pistol whips her, and leaps from the berth. Grabbing her around the waist, he throws her out the door and then her armor.
Done casting her aside and locking her out, he strides back into his shower and washes away the touch of the Autobot.
If he had more of his former self left, he would feel guilty.
If she was anything less than a top ranking commander she would have cried.
But neither do.
Life moves on.
~~0~~
Her fist slams on his door. Finally he opens it only to have her snarl at him, "I need some fucking cubes!"
He slams the door closed in her face.
For four solar weeks of this goes on. Both denying the other and themselves of their needs.
~~0~~
Tearing across the Goren Plains, the Femme Division banks and tries to duck into their underground cavern passage to evade the pursuing Decepticon drones.
The rosy one is covering the rear but is swooped up into the air just before they dash underground. She should scream, but the scent of him is… intoxicating. She clings and licks his armor.
He drops her to the tower balcony, then flips to his bi-ped mode and snarls right into her face, "You fucking bitch! What have you done?!"
She snarls right back, "I'm a bitch, YES! But not your FUCKING bitch!"
"Time to change that!"
Her armor is ripped from her lower body and her waist bent over the balcony. Her hands clamp onto the balcony praying he won't honestly fuck her over the edge and into her death.
She hears the cod cast aside and the lethal probe rubbed against her aft. "Nah! Shockwave! What are you doing?!"
"You know good and well!" He shoves two fingers into her access and snarls against her audio, "See, you are ready. Well feel my wrath, bitch!" With barely a breath taken, the fingers are replace by a Primus given glorious appendage.
Sinking deep into her snug hot port, both of them moan and lean into the much awaited need. He leans forward and she presses back against his chest. The bulky piece is too large for what they need, but her hands can't let go to release it. Staying seated, he jerks his torso armor away. Now his lither muscular form is against her back and his hot breath is pressing into her neck. Her hips twitch in trying to help him.
"Not this time," he seethes softly. He reaches around and brings the cannon against her throat although they both know he is not going to actually blow her head off. He snarls low, taking one of her hands off the railing, and shoves it between her legs, "That's it bitch, feel how wet I make you and I haven't even begun to move or strike your nodes. Feel that, I'm not even completely buried yet?"
She whines. His hand covers and keeps her fingers parted over his spike at their joining as he begins to thrust. Slowly at first so she can feel what it would be like if he did care about her. Torture her with love she will never have…again. Neither of them will ever have. Both of them are abandoned on this dead rock with their souls dying.
"That's it, feel me fucking you over this world I control and you will never have. I will fight you with every last breath."
"For a tyrannical deranged lunatic that abandoned you?"
"At least he never said he loved me and THEN abandoned me."
"You bastard."
"Yes, but feel me giving you something you have been aching and longing for that your so called MATE will not."
With that she cries feeling a gush of her own fluids seep out of her body and among their entwined fingers and joined bodies. She hates that he is right, and stomps her pede. Wickedly he laughs and thrusts harder now. He is owning her and giving her what she loves. Shockwave of all mechs, is striking nodes that have long been ignored with the only thing that can actually light those euphoric sensations.
"That's right, I take your body that craves for me alone. Now that you have tasted my essence, you will want no other. And yet, I do not need you," he lies to himself more than to her.
To reassure the lie, swallows hard and jerks back taking three long steps away. She whirls and looks at how much of her body has coated his elongated bio-lit pulsing spike. He looks so delicious in only his greaves and gauntlets and femme fluid. A very pure mech body with well endowed mech device, broad chest and shoulders and a tight trim belly holding that tantalizing sweet fluid of his. Leaning back against the wall he cocks his pelvis forward and strokes the glistening spike. He can get himself off just by watching her fume and seethe, fists clenched at her sides.
"You're the one that asked me to suck you first. I have been fine since he took on the mantel. What of you? Have you ever even know the honest attentions of anyone?! At least I knew what it was to love."
His optic dials to a narrowness of anger, "Love is illogical and unneeded. And if you think this has anything to do with emotions, than you are an idiot."
She steps forward and pokes a finger in his chest, "You are the idiot, genius. For I have been using you."
He gapes. She smirks.
He throws her to the floor, she clings to him.
He plunges in, she rises to meet him.
He bangs, she encourages.
He snarls, she croons.
He moans, she cries out a lost love's name.
He roars, she weeps.
He pulls her close, she shoves him away.
He pins her down, she turns her helm away.
He strokes a cheek, she slaps one.
He tries again, she fights him.
Once more he pins her down more softly this time. Once more she turns away defeated.
Tenderly he moves within, she savors the feeling.
He whispers her name, she screams his.
He gives her what she needs, she takes his sweet offering.
~0~
Limping away from their most potent of escapades, she stops half way home and sinks into a ball to cry. The sound of his overloads are ten times more delicious because they are so forbidden. How ever did the taste of his name on her tongue become … wonderful?
Washing her away in his private quarters, he knows he must stop these meetings. The sounds of her overloads have changed from cries of Orion to the cries of his name. Never has his name sounded more beautiful. Music from an Autobot? Never!
~~0~~
Back at their respective bases: news finally comes from the ones that had left them behind:
"Shockwave, please come in." Lord Megatron calls from Earth, "I need you," and sets Shockwave's priorities back in order.
"Elita One, I'm sorry. I was a fool to leave you behind," Optimus begs forgiveness of her. What can she say when he looks so penitent?
In a matter of hours those vid-calls turn into actual meetings:
The rosy femme looks up to the Tower from the arms of her truck-mate.
On that Tower, on the very same balcony, the Guardian stands at attention behind his Leader as he proudly looks over his domain.
Neither leader, but both soldiers know what actually happened on that Tower Balcony last night.