Communications officer and legendary blackmailer, Soundwave gets a taste of his own medicine...
I see him every day. I pass him on the corridor. Whether he wants to be or not, he is my little Soundwave. And that's how it will stay. Forever.
He's off to extort some energon from some hapless low-rank. He's always doing that sort of thing. He's on the take from everyone. My Mr Blackmail.
He knows all their little secrets. Everything about everyone. So they think he owns everyone. How little they know. But there is one secret he wished he never knew. And for that, I own him. My Mr Blackmail.
I smile, blowing a little kiss. It humiliates him. But he knows what he must do.
He knows The Rules. I don't ask for money. I don't ask for energon. All I want is him.
He glances up and down the corridor, not once but twice. Reluctantly, he blows back the kiss. It pains every inch of his cold-hearted circuits. Warrior, officier and ruthless without compassion; now gentile, humiliated and reduced to my slave.
"How you doing there, honey?" I ask, as I did the First Time.
"My little Sunshine." he whispers, agony in his voice. It took him time to say these words. Before The Rules were in place, he wanted just to sit there and embrace the moment. But you should be careful what you wish for. It might just come true.
My name is not Sunshine. At least not every day. They know me by another name. If only they knew why. He knows, though, and, as I command, he calls me by my name. His name for me.
I stepped up to his strong frame, stroking his chest. "I hope you don't go and..." I pause as I look through his visor at his reddening optics, "eject all over the place." I smile as I recalled the First Time; he nearly did just that.
He came to our club, that weekend night. The First Time. So long ago. He sat and watched from distance. He saw me; I saw him. A little boy lost in a big man's world. I smiled and came over to sit with him.
"How you doing there, honey?" I asked. He said nothing. I stroked his chest and felt his fingers clench the armrests of the chair. "Maybe we can sit somewhere more private?" I suggested and leant closer. "Somewhere quieter where we can talk?" I teased. The din of the club music, impossible to ignore, seemed distant to him.
I led him by the hand into a secluded corner and closed the door behind me. I danced. I straddled. I did as a good femme should be. He sat there, enjoying, discovering a world outside his own.
I smiled and began to strip the flamboyant casings from my legs and torso. "My little Sunshine." he whispered, his desire as quiet as a telepathic thought.
"My little Soundwave," I whispered back, such that only he could hear. "There's more to me than meets the eye." His optics widened as my dance revealed to him my identity. I stepped out of my drag; just my mask concealing my face. He knew. He understood. "I can go further." I reached for my mask. "If you like." He pushed past me, daring not to see my if he did not see me, it could not be me? He ran. He ran and ran. But he cannot hide.
He sees me every day. He passes me on the corridor. Whether he wants me to be or not, I am his little Sunshine. And that's how it will stay. Forever.