This is just a random story about Soundwave (not part of any plot arc) that was inspired by a heated discussion regarding sybertronian sexuality (bizarre, right?).
In "Don't mess with a violet tech" I gave Soundwave the nickname "Creeper". This sort of explains where the name comes from.
Warnings: weird and unsexy 'con's sex, non-consensual and creepy. Angsty stuff. I kind of wonder if you still like Soundwave when it's over. Or if I still like him..
Soundwave was marching through Nemesis, as inscrutable and enigmatic as ever. Yet, there was something to his movements that made the drones on his way scatter quicker than usual. Some edge that passed around the message that the Communications Officer was best given as much space as possible. They were only happy to do so.
Not that Soundwave seemed to pay much attention to his surroundings at the moment, but you'd never know. Inside him, his circuits were overflown with emotions.
It was most unfortunate and stupid to intrude upon Megatron's private time with Airachnid! But how was he supposed to know?! He had no surveillance means in his lord's private chamber and even if he had he would never dare to maintain such surveillance. If Megatron didn't want to be disturbed, he should have switched off the visual comm!
Or Soundwave himself could be more observant and notice that Airachnid was nowhere within his surveillance range and remember she hadn't been assigned any off-ship missions lately. .. Yes, he should have foreseen… And since he couldn't blame his lord, the full weight of it fell on himself.
Even though there probably wouldn't be any concequences on Megatron's part, the damage was done. And though his lord waved dismissingly at his hasted apology before Soundwave cut off the visual line, Airachnid's eyes had narrowed in malice. She wasn't delighted to be caught interfacing.
Laserbeak fluttered her wings against her host chest plates as Soundwave turned yet another corner. The waves she sent were soothing, but it did little to ease the TIC's rushing mind.
He didn't fear the spider's comeback. He was superior to the bitch.
But the scene was locked in replay on the internal surface of his visor and he couldn't get rid of it. It had been too long since he had last allowed himself this kind of release and the experience had been embarrassing then. The shitload of gossip it produced too! "Soundwave the Creeper…"Hopefully the story was dead now in the memory of the crew, left back on Cybertron, together with his adversary. It had been too long. And now, triggered by the hot scene he witnessed albeit briefly, all this pent up energy was whirling around seeking release and would not be lulled down.
While it wasn't uncommon for 'con officers to turn to each other, the spy 's careful probability calculations showed that it was highly unlikely to find someone sharing or at least tolerating his berthtime manners.
Soundwave called up the personal profiles of Nemesis higher officers in his processor and discarded them one by one.
He came to terms with the fact that he could never have the one person he truly desired. But now he was running out of substitute options as well. Frustrating. Clicking the cooling vents into overdrive, Soundwave tried to cool down (literally) enough to think. His core temperature didn't slow its climb into the red zone. Seemed it was overload or overheat.
All the sultry calculations must have awakened Ravage, who had been in stasis-like slumber for what felt like ages. Cat's inquiring mind meddled into Soundwave's thought process, demanding to be instantly informed of the commotion cause. Soundwave let him roam around his databanks freely to find the answer himself.
/Request/ the cat pinged and made his plea. Soundwave ex-vented. He knew – as did the cat – that he'd do his best to grant Ravage his whim even if it narrowed the possible 'facing partner choice to negative figures.
Internal playback still locked onto few seconds of troubling imagery. He should probably return to his quarters and deal with it solo, frustrating as it was.
The solution presented itself on the way home in a form of an eradicon carrying a shining stack of four energon cubes. Soundwave felt cat's purr tremble inside him. Ravage was in a mood for a hunt. As was his host.
D011G, an eradicon called DOUG by his fellow vehicons was out of his luck today, it would seem. He was one of the first to get nearly fried by the autobots who had tried to raid the energon mine this night. Then he had spent what seemed to be an eternity waiting for doctor Knock Out to patch him up ('con justice: first ones to get wounded are the last ones to receive treatment). And now the good doctor sent him to replenish the energon supply for the med bay instead of sending him off to recover and that undoubtedly was this day's misfortune.
Thus thinking, Doug turned the corner and nearly bumped into the TIC. Recognizing his superior, the drone stepped aside to let the officer pass. Soundwave didn't move.
"Where are you going with this?" – Starscream's slightly distorted voice sounded, reproduced by the spy. Irony. The con that Soundwave disliked most among the Decepticon elites was also the one he quoted most often. Of course, the SIC's big mouth had some use as he provided audial footage for nearly any day-to-day situation.
The eradicon reported according to the protocol. Judging by his voice, he wasn't alerted by the encounter… any more than any of them would when stopped by a higher officer.
"…wellbeing… will have to wait" – Starscream's rich obertones were masking Ravage' purr in his voice now. Soundwave silently called the Cassette to order and switched to his favorite voice "Walk with me" – his lord's voice said without his usual force. It was a very ancient recording, one of the first he made, but Soundwave liked to re-play it.
"Yes, sir!"
Soundwave led the way to his chambers, without paying further attention to the con.
Once inside, Laserbeak detached from her place and settled atop a working table, facing away in a silent pretense not to care to witness.
/Drama queen/ - Ravage silently teased her.
The drone froze at the door, unsure of what was required of him.
"Sir?"
Soundwave pointed at energon then at the table. As Doug went to put the crates where ordered, the bigger con twisted, his back plates parting and letting Ravage finally out.
The cat detached from his host and fell to the ground, transforming on the way. His paws produced a noticeable thud as he landed, though you could call it silent given the beast size and mass.
The eradicon stared. Ravage had never walked Nemesis before, so the current crew never had a chance to watch the cat-like creature emerge from Soundwave's back. It looked... painful. Though Soundwave would laugh at this observation - why would he make it painful, indeed?
The door slid close and the lock clicked, following TIC's wireless command. Doug stood at attention, trying hard to ignore the cat's piercing gaze as the technimal circled him. He awaited a command.
Soundwave felt sparks of confusion and fear pierce the 'con's EM field and found them very gratifying. With each passing nanoclick the fear patterns grew until the whole eradicon' EM field was covered in them. Ravage purred.
Soundwave searched for a suitable voice record and finally found one - a very old one. The con' wouldn't even recognize this voice.
"Uncover your ports. If I have to do it myself, there will be... pain"
Eradicon squirmed with panic and took a step back "Sir?.."
Ravage's long tail lashed out as a whip and hit the con right across his aft, sending him forward. As his attention shifted to the cat, Doug didn't expect Soundwave' feelers rush out and circle around his frame, their tips crawling under his armor and plugging into his cabling.
"No, sir, please, stop!" - the con exclaimed as he felt foreign impulses intrude his circuits. Soundwave's EM-field expanded and intensified around him, a suppressing presence that filled the eradicon with a notion that any struggle would be futile.
His peds didn't touch the ground anymore, as he got lifted, hanging off the tentacles, and as the smaller con tried to voice his plea again, he found that his vocalizer was offline, cut off the circuit by Soundwave.
With terror the eradicon felt the covers protecting his private ports shift aside, his own command to them to stay put painfully overridden. Doug twisted and trashed in anguish, trying to free himself, his panic only fueled by the waves of amusement coming off his captor.
Long blue arms grasped his shoulders, taking off the weight from the feelers, so that the spy could reposition them. The feelers retracted only to return a click after, circling around 'con's legs and arms, tying his knees to elbows in an awkward and very vulnerable pose. Doug twisted and turned, trying to tear off the spy's grasp, but Soundwave was holding him fast. The eradicon found himself facing away from Soundwave now, hanging in the CO's grip. He desperately tried to online the voice box back to ask, to plea for this to stop, but the feelers were digging under his armor yet again and yet again his circuits got invaded.
Soundwave made a few steps back and sat down on his berth, keeping his prey dangling in front of him. The eradicon still tried to resist, though his movements weren't so rush anymore. His panic and anguish were most delicious. Soundwave contemplated giving him his voice back to enjoy the screaming as well, but that would be unwise.
Ravage followed their movement and positioned himself in front of the victim, his audials flat against his skull, his head low, optic never leaving the eradicon.
Soundwave felt his link to Ravage pulse and broaden as his Cassette requested the full feed. The request was granted.
/Enjoying the view?/ - the spy asked his oldest creation.
/Very much. Let him see me. I want him see me/
Soundwave turned his vic a little and fastened the bonds, so that Doug would have no choice but to stare at his own reflection on Ravage' polished muzzle.
The 'con's EM field pulsing red with panic turned grey on the outskirts with despair slowly building up and its pulse hastened against Soundwave's own field, adding fuel to the roaring blaze of the silent mech's desire.
Soundwave sent the first code packages through his feelers, just as his own heated covers shifted aside revealing the 'facing cables, loaded and sparkling with potential energy.
The vehicon shuddered, as his circuites got violated with the foreign code. Soundwave addressed his peripheral control centers, invoking the middleware protocols responsible for transfluid generation. His body was heating up despite the cyberpsyche being repulsive of the fact. Tantalizingly slow the vehicon was lowered to the spy's lap and only as the 'facing cable intruded his receiving port did Doug truly believe this was indeed happening to him.
They weren't truly compatible being different class, but the mild ping of pain warnings from the ports elastics being stretched was nothing compared with the full-blown pain that followed an attempt to engage anti-virus protocols and purge the invading code from his systems.
The pain strangely strengthened the eradicon's resolve and he trashed around, trying to find a leverage for his peds or hands and free himself. Soundwave was pleasantly surprised and transmitted his emotions into his victim's circuits. He was toying with the smaller mech, letting him scrap off his lap a few inches and then pulling him back onto his cabling. Transfluids had flown in, improving the energy transmission, and Soundwave started to dump his swap files into the eradicon' defenseless system.
The suppressing presence that Doug was feeling through Soundwave's energy field dominating over his was now intensified manifold as his cyberpsyche was forced out of his own body circuits, chased to the sanctuary of his processor, forced to bear witness to his own desecration. At this point Doug wished he could go offline. But he was forced to see, hear and feel every bit of it.
The 'facing ports took some time to adjust to unfamiliar models, but with the added conductibility of transfluids, they locked tightly, securing the broadband.
A power surge ran up the navy spy's body and transferred to the violet vehicon, shaking his neuro net. Vehicon' stakes were full with his own emotional twists, overload was close. Doug was panting, only barely registering, that he was now allowed some freedom. But he had no force to use the opening, riding out the first powerfull wave of overload...
As he got back online, he found himself in the same predicament, his circuits already charged up and closing the next overload. Soundwave continued swapping into him and showed no sign of exhaustion. The metal seemed to hum.
/I will now give you back your voice box/ - the telepath message appeared inside his processor. /Moan for me/
"Like scrap I will!" - Doug thought in response but as his voice box finally onlined, it was exactly what he did. The new overload engulfed him and dragged him into oblivion and he did exactly that - moaned, sharp fingers scrapping absently at blue legs under him.
As he got back online, the eradicon found himself in the same predicament, both his living and non-living metal singing with electric charge. He moaned with new data being fed into him, earning an approving surge from his torturer. Eradicon optics focused with some effort and his gaze rested on Ravage, the cat likely to devour the vehicon with his stare. Ravage stood perfectly still, though the pose implied the technimal was ready to jump. Static discharges ran down the Cassette's spine in synch with those Soundwave passed into 'facing. It wasn't long before he was out again, his limited databanks overloaded. After that it was all kind of blurry. The con kept on-and-offlining, but he was too disoriented to properly register his overloads. He must have been vocal too. He should have been afraid or hurt, but there was no capacity for either of that left in him, everything washed away by repeated blissful overloading.
Ravage was lost in Soundwave's feed. It always felt good to be on the receiving end of the telepath's link, but this here.. Soundwave passed along everything - the tiniest swirls and spikes of both his and his object's emotions, raw data that filled the Cassette's sensors so naturally that he could actually feel everything. His own static surges were merely manifesting the things he felt.
Sensing the new edge to Soundwave's spasm-like discharges, Ravage purred, anticipating the climax. The last packages of swap transmitted, the spy sealed the link releasing all the remaining potential in one overwhelming discharge. Doug was out cold.
Soundwave rushed past the discharging shudders into the zone of blessed post-facing tranquility. He didn't offline - that would be inferior for someone of his psychic capacity. Nevertheless, he froze for several clicks savoring the feeling of absolute freedom and satisfaction. Ravage laid down carefully, his hind legs trembling slightly, enjoying the afterripples.
In this sudden silence Soundwave became aware that his cat was not the only one in for the datafeed. Sensing herself discovered, Laserbeak moved her wings slightly acknowledging her presence. A joke was to be made, but neither of them wanted to disturb the tranquility that was so hard to achieve.
Finally Soundwave stood up, ungraciously dumping his random facing partner on the floor. He walked across the room, carefully stepping over Ravage who regarded him warily with one optic. There was a question in his gaze and Soundwave nodded briefly. He had no interest in whatever the cat was up to.
Ravage moved to the 'con sprawled on the floor. The poor thing panels were still open, transfluid oozing out of the 'facing port. The cat's glossa shot out sampling the fluid. Yes, there definitely was Soundwave's CNA in there too. The spy may be to content to worry over such things now, but his loyal Cassette considered it his duty to make sure no one will exploit this momentary weakness. Besides, there was something about Soundwave's fluids that always tasted so good to the technimal. Must be how symbiosis worked.
Ravage set to lick up whatever trace his master's biology has left on the eradicon. He sipped up a small pool on the floor and began licking the remnants out of Dougs facing port.
The eradicon stirred a little and moaned, soft touches right there causing residual electric shudders to rocking his frame. He mumbled something and stirred to rise, but a heavy paw pressing him to the ground delivered a message and he froze.
Soundwave paid no attention at Ravage's actions, absent-mindedly stroking his other pet.
Laserbeak leaned into her host touch, and a small electric burst passed from his fingers to her wings as he stroke her with rare tenderness. All symbiotic links were fully open. All links were empty. He was at ease, however temporary.
TBC
