"Come here, Soundwave."

The blue mech turned around from his desk and looked up at the Senator, at the other mech's desk, above him. It had been a few solar cycles since Soundwave had started working for Senator Ratbat and each day seemed to have the same Functionalist comments from the purple mech – belittling and degrading jokes about his beast-form companions.

But, he would have to deal with the vile comments. Because of his employment by Ratbat, Soundwave could now afford an apartment – and one only a few streets down from the Senators' housing, mind you – to house both him and his new cassettes; he just couldn't afford to lose what he had going on now.

"Soundwave!" the Senator barked. Soundwave rushed over to the mech as the purple bot turned in his chair. Soundwave stood patiently and waited for orders, but none came. Ratbat only stared at him with an odd emotion coming from him through Soundwave's telepathy, one that Soundwave had felt from other bots before on the streets, one he did not grasp the concept of. Finally, Ratbat spoke.

"Soundwave, I will require you tonight for a banquet for the Senate," he said in his casual tone. Soundwave nodded and continued to get the same odd emotion emitting from the Senator; it was as if something clicked in his processor and this strange emotion radiating off his E.M. fields came to be. "Make sure you are clean, and polish your armor," he continued while Soundwave nodded. The blue mech waited for more added directions, but the Senator only exclaimed, "Well, what are you waiting for? I've sent you the information via comm link; I will pick you up a breem before. Oh, and Soundwave, don't bring any of those vile beasts along with you."

Exiting the Senate building, Soundwave rushed home in a long stride, becoming anxious about tonight; the Senator's request was so…bizarre. Once inside his apartment, Soundwave found that he was home alone – the cassettes out doing who knows what. Soundwave walked to his berthroom and began to prepare for the night.

It wasn't until later that Soundwave came down to the entrance of the grey, chromatic apartment building, waiting for the senator's arrival by the curb of the busy city street. The night's wind was cold on his faceplates, only masked by his visor. He looked at his H.U.D., the senator was exactly 3.2 nanokliks late…3.3…3.4…3.5…3.6…3.7…A vehicle with shaded windows pulled up at the curb and a door opened, Senator Ratbat was inside. Soundwave got in and sat next to the senator in his usual stiff, postural manner.

"By the Allspark, Soundwave! You are not even in the slightest fit to present yourself! I'll have to take you to my house to fix you up. Primus, what were you thinking," Ratbat scolded.

"Soundwave: did as y-"

"I don't care! We are going to fix this properly." Soundwave sat quietly the rest of the way, not wanting to anger the senator any further. He did do as Ratbat asked; he looked fairly all right, polished armor and all. After a quick few turns the vehicle came to a halt and the door opened once more. Soundwave got out and waited for Senator Ratbat at the curbside. The senator exited the vehicle and the two entered the silver and gold edged building, Senator Ratbat's private estates.

Soundwave had never been here before and the inside was just as fascinating as the outside. Beautiful crystals hung from the ceiling and gold lined everything while the bronze furniture gleamed. The blue mech followed the senator to a small elevator, most likely going directly to the senator's private quarters. The two entered and Soundwave found that he was right; they exited the lift right into Senator Ratbat's quarters. Soundwave looked around, feeling more anxious than before, sensing that strange emotion from Ratbat again.

"Come, Soundwave," Ratbat cooed. Soundwave nearly jumped at the gentle tone of voice; this was unlike the senator. Despite his hesitance, Soundwave still nodded and continued to follow Ratbat to the senator's berthroom.

"Sit," Ratbat ordered from the far side of the huge room, gesturing to the double-sized berth, which was set against the adjacent wall. The cassette player sat on the berth, hands in his lap and waited for the senator who was, at the moment, digging through some drawers.

"Ah, here it is," the senator murmured. Ratbat came towards Soundwave holding a bottle of wax and a small cloth; Soundwave was starting to get uncomfortable, twitching his fingers ever so slightly as the senator came closer to him. "Move your hands, Soundwave, and just stay still and relax," Ratbat whispered near the telepath's audials. This time Soundwave did jump, and Ratbat chuckled in amusement. The unknown emotion was now pulsing from Ratbat, making Soundwave all the more nervous.

The senator started to wax the blue mech, who shivered at each touch of his plating. "Relax, Soundwave," Ratbat whispered again. Soundwave tried his best to sit still, but resorted to his stiff, awkward posture, cringing now and then. Senator Ratbat worked his way down from his shoulder plates, then to his chassis. Long, smooth strokes pressed onto his chestplates, making the cassette player shiver in a way unusual to him. The senator smirked as he continued along his path, making the younger mech tremble in delight and suppress a squeal. Ratbat proceeded lower and lower until…

Soundwave sat stock still, becoming very anxious and confused as the senator smirked at him, the purple mech's E.M. field radiating that intense feeling again. "Soundwave, you can trust me," the senator breathed into Soundwave's audials, making the telepath's entire frame shiver. Ratbat began to rub the plating slowly, placing pressure on the codpiece's buttons and heating up the paneling surrounding his touch. Soundwave couldn't help but give a drawn out moan, immediately regretting it afterwards. Senator Ratbat laughed darkly, "That feel good, Soundwave?"

More pushing of his crotch buttons and Soundwave moaned again, this time trying to restrain his volume. The Senator's fans clicked on and Soundwave resorted to shock again, his mouth involuntarily making an "oh" shape. More of Soundwave's panels started to warm up, and he feared his cooling fans too would online. "I'm going to need you to turn over so I can finish," Senator Ratbat muttered to the young mech. Soundwave, not knowing what to do at all now, did as he was told, stood and turned over, and bent over across the berth.

Ratbat's smirk grew into a wide, devilish smile as he took the cloth and pressed against the cassette player's aft. "Mmmmm," the senator moaned, starting a tremble in Soundwave's frame that wouldn't be stopping any time soon. "Oh, don't be scared, Soundwave," Ratbat murmured, giving longer, slower strokes on the smaller mech's aft.

"Have you ever 'faced with anyone before, Soundwave?"

"Senator?"

"I don't even think you've ever used your interfacing equipment," Ratbat said with a gleeful tone and a crooked grin. Soundwave was very lost now, he hadn't ever given thought to anything pertaining that; he'd never interfaced in his life and hadn't planned on either. Soundwave's fans finally turned on while the strange emotion coming from Ratbat was so strong now that it seemed to pull him into it.

Ratbat looked down on the heated mech below him, wondering how such a pretty bot had stayed so innocent this long. He is exceptionally young, maybe even only a few deca-vorns, he proposed. The senator took the cloth away, setting the waxing items on the floor below, and placing a servo on Soundwave's aft, giving it a slight squeeze.

Soundwave's eyes widened in horror and he became rigid as the senator started to grope his aft with bare servos. "You really are so pretty, Soundwave," Ratbat whispered.

"Senator, may we please stop?" Soundwave said in a meek voice.

"What is ever the matter, Soundwave?"

"I wish to stop."
"Oh, but we're having so much fun."
"I wish to stop now."

"Open your panel, Soundwave," the senator barked.

"I wish to stop now," Soundwave's pitch going higher than usual.

Ratbat frowned, looking at the blue mech's back for a while before leaning in and pressing his entire body onto the younger mech below him. "That was an order Soundwave. Or do you not want to assist any further. Do you wish to go back to the streets, Soundwave? Would you rather some brute take you than me?" the senator spat with venom in his words. Soundwave now felt even more frightened than before; he felt a sickening churn in his tanks coming on. Soundwave hung his helm low, and shook his head. Ratbat was right, he needed the credits and he would not get any pay as he was paid now – this was…blackmail, he thought with a feeling of purging his fuel tanks.

Ratbat could wait no longer with Soundwave's unwillingness; he pressed in closer to the mech underneath him. Soundwave's aft met Ratbat's codpiece and Soundwave mewled unexpectedly. "Open your panel, Soundwave," Senator Ratbat snapped. Soundwave, feeling ashamed, opened his panel with a clear click. He was finally working out the feeling coming from the senator all day, it was a desire, but not like desire itself, it was one that wanted to take something, but Soundwave wasn't sure what.

Soundwave gasped. Ratbat had begun to touch the younger mech's valve, tracing along the rim. Ratbat groaned deeply as his fingers brushed against the blue mech's entrance. The senator's smirk returned as he propped Soundwave up onto the berth, staying on his hands and knees. Ratbat came behind the small whimpering mech and brought his faceplates up to the telepath's aft. The senator gave a tiny lick and elicited a cry from the cassette player. He then started to lick up and down the valve's exterior, making Soundwave quiver and moan. "Ahhhhohhhhhh," Soundwave blurted out as Ratbat dipped his glossa inside the heated valve. The senator swirled his glossa around in the port and gave a certain cluster of nodes and hard press; Soundwave writhed and produced a whining sound. Ratbat came away from the smaller mech's aft.

"Say you want it," Ratbat breathed.

"…"

"Say it!"

"I…I want it."

"Good mech," Ratbat purred. Ratbat, about to take his front panel off, stopped suddenly, receiving a message on his H.U.D. "Damn it all!" he yelled. "It appears, Soundwave, that we are late to our event." Soundwave gave a long sigh of relief and quickly placed his panel back on as he was prompted by the Senator to hurry as they left for the banquet.