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So, further analysis of Shockwave's representation in Prime leads me to conclude he is not as emotionless as he is often described. He clearly displays anger more than once with Starscream, is cordial and respectful of Ratchet, and definitely in awe of the undead Predacons' rising in the movie. He has quickly become one of my greatest writing challenges; hope I didn't screw him up!
Chapter 2-Dominance and Perception
Starscream took a moment to process that, honestly surprised although he shouldn't have been, before he growled, "Well this is just great. I am practically smoking from going without for so long, and now I'm stuck with the only bot in the universe who not only is going to be mechanical at best, but he has no idea what he is doing in the first place." His mind spiraled then, images of Shockwave fumbling around unable to bring him to overload flashing through it. He sighed audibly at his bad fortune, decidedly unhappy and arousal seriously waning after that disappointing news.
However, he was a seeker, was he not? Lithe frame, brilliant color scheme, smooth metal plating, proud, up-tilted wings. All of it marked him as the epitome of a lethal flier, a perfect aerial combat weapon and more than a simple temptation. He could entice any bot and he was almost sure he could get even the logical Shockwave to want him. A bot was a bot no matter what and if you revved their engine enough, even the most lackluster of them could turn into passionate lovers.
Honestly, his arousal was almost non-existent, the situation causing it to flare in the first place now lapsed such that he didn't need this anymore. He could wait to find a more suitable partner on the surface, but it was now a challenge to his pride and his vanity, both of which were qualities that seekers abundantly possessed. He would make it work and maybe, when lost in the moment, Shockwave could actually use his well-built frame to the fullest and pound him into the wall like he so desired.
Besides they still had over two megacycles stuck in this flying trap together and he was already bored. "Fine. I will show you how it's done then. I think I might enjoy the sound of you groaning my designation," he said lowly, optics narrowing down with lust and EM field flaring outward.
Shockwave did not react to the invasion, his own field staying neutral against the onslaught as he prepared himself for whatever was to come next. He may never have interfaced before but he knew the mechanics of it; interface arrays would be exposed, one of them would get spiked, they would overload, and it would be over. It seemed like a quick process by all indications, which he was thankful for as he had other pressing matters to ponder during this voyage.
Starscream could practically hear the other thinking, Shockwave's lone optic looking directly at him and yet he knew it wasn't actually seeing him. This may be harder than I thought. He considered doing it quickly but that would defeat the purpose of this adventure, which was most definitely praise for his frame and skills in the berth. Or against the wall, he thought lewdly to himself. No, quickly would not do. He was going to make this good for the both of them.
Slowly, he ran a single clawed digit down Shockwave's chestplate trying to evaluate this new frame's sensitivity, which frustratingly seemed to be non-existent. There was heat emanating from the scientist but it was nowhere near that of a bot who was aroused, so Starscream decided exploration was in order. His servos flowed over the other's frame, scratching lightly and then more roughly against the armor, but still nothing, no change in his partner's demeanor. He dipped a claw into a seam between armored plates along the larger mech's arm cannon, caressing the inner circuitry bundles kindly. He received a slight jerk and Shockwave's optic focused entirely on him then, a low rumble escaping him in the form of the word, "Curious."
The seeker kept going, one claw continuing along the cables while the other began to draw lightly across Shockwave's chestplate again. He trailed the servo lower until he could slide it into the gap between thigh and pelvic armor causing a certain pair of cooling fans to kick on much to his amusement. The scientist looked decidedly confused about what was happening, as if he was trying to study himself and determine the process by which all the changes in his frame were occurring without conscious input from his processor. Starscream reluctantly admitted to himself then that he found Shockwave's innocence, never imagined he would be using that word for a Decepticon let alone this particular one, in this situation to be arousing, not annoying.
He attacked the seams, manipulating the wires in time with the growing heat his thermal sensors were detecting in both their frames. The cannon lowered and was pushed forward so he could move farther up the arm, reaching the elbow joint and receiving silent praise in the form of an almost imperceptible tremor from the other. He left the cannon then, sliding along the arm, down the chest and abdomen to finally rest against the interface panel hiding the prize beneath. He rubbed concentric circles along the heated metal before lowering himself seductively, wings flicking in a manner he knew was enticing, and then he pressed his mouth flush against the plating.
Shockwave noticed an unpleasant pressure building within his spike housing the longer Starscream performed such ministrations so he began to protest, "Starscream…" but the rest died in his intake as the seeker's oral cavity opened to press his wet glossa against the panel and his engine revved at the same time. A groan escaped him unbidden, his lone servo clamping down reflexively on the side control panel, and then he heard a click as his interface panel slid aside. The unbearable pressure was instantly released as his spike slid out, barely grazing the flier's cheek plating on its way.
Starscream's optics took on an almost hungry look as he watched the pressurized spike emerge, purring his approval at the size. It was dark in color like the rest of his plating and thickly jacketed except for the lighter tip, which was bare of all adornments and extra coating. Starscream grabbed the spike, allowing his servo to slide up and down slowly, and he noticed the jacketing was actually segmented panels that partially slid up and down the rigid metal underneath. As they moved, bright pink bioluminescent sensor lines were revealed underneath and he couldn't help but run his glossa along one experimentally. Shockwave actually hissed in response to that, more praise to fuel his ego and eagerness.
"Starscream, what are you doing?"
"Whatever do you mean, my dear Shockwave?" he replied smugly, licking along another exposed line and receiving a groan in return.
"I briefly read about interfacing many stellarcycles ago and this is not consistent with anything I had come across."
"Well then, I must say I am disappointed in your research capabilities then." He gave another lick, trailing his glossa up the entirety of a line that ran from base to tip. "It's called sucking spike. You should consider yourself lucky as most bots will never experience it, and much less have it performed by a seeker." Before he could respond, Starscream shoved his helm down engulfing the spike to the best of his ability, his optics locked on Shockwave's the entire time. Hips bucked into him, shoving the thick spike farther down his intake, and he relaxed so that he wouldn't be dented.
As much as he was enjoying this, inexperienced partners were always a danger as they were more prone to damaging both the intake and the valve. Seemingly unaware of how much harm they could do or just too lost in their ecstasy, but either way, most did not accurately map out the exact dimensions of the cavities and ended up crushing the innermost plates.
He pulled back while sucking softly, drawing the jacketing with him until he reached the tip where he drained the small amount of sweet transfluid seeping from the opening. His oral fluid elevated the conductivity of the spike's surface as it slicked the outer plates and leaked underneath them to coat the inner metal and sensors. Starscream started a slow bob of his helm, encompassing as much of the spike as he could in his movements, and the electricity tingled along his lips and glossa. He could see light blue sparks jumping from the surface as Shockwave's circuits filled with the charge that would power his overload.
Shockwave couldn't deny that the feeling of this 'spike sucking' was entirely pleasant as was the amount of charge that he could feel building within him. His data net was cataloging the entire process, visually as well as tactically, giving him a log to better understand the mechanics of it all later. He wasn't a fan of the cloudiness that had begun to settle over his processor however, instinctual programming trying to claim dominance over logical occurring as a silent battle within him. It pushed him for more, to enjoy this experience more fully, to engage in it without hesitation, to be more forward, while logically he just wanted to allow Starscream to do as he will until it was over.
Each rev of his engine caused a wild jerk in the sturdy hips pressed up against the control panel. Each thrust deep into his intake caused a rumbling groan from that low, robotic vocalizer. Starscream had always enjoyed being in control, which had lead him to revel in sucking spike because it made him feel empowered to receive such reactions, not demeaned. The time would come when Shockwave would take control, if he ever figured it out, although only because the seeker allowed it. Whether the other chose to acknowledge that or believe they were really in control was irrelevant to him because he ultimately got what he wanted. So he waited patiently for that time and continued to enjoy himself, immensely. "Mmm Shockwave, are you enjoying yourself?" he teased with a smirk as his lips pulled off, servo still pumping at a medium pace.
"Difficult to determine. I find myself conflicted."
"Conflicted about what? It feels good, does it not?" he asked somewhat curtly. How can the drone not enjoy this?
"The sensations are recorded positively."
"Then what is the problem?"
"I do not appreciate the level to which my processor attempts to shut down during this experience."
Finally. Shockwave was experiencing just what the sneaky seeker had hoped for, a certain level of instinctual need. His frame and programming were responding preferably to the stimulation such that his processor was now also being affected. A little push from the flier in the form of a few choice words should be enough to get him what he desired. "And what is the problem with that?" he stated giving the spike a long lick that caused it to throb in his servo. "How do you know a good release is not what you need? Maybe it will allow you to think more efficiently."
"An interesting theory, but my processor exhibits peak performance."
"Shockwave, you drag static around with you everywhere you go, a signal to how uptight and stressed your frame is. Interfacing is part of a cybertronian's coding, it is necessary and you need it. Not only that but you want it."
"I do not want to interface," he stated simply, but Starscream was having none of it.
"Your hips buck into my movements, your frame shudders at my touches, your vocalizer emits at my ministrations. Your frame wants what you need, my dear Shockwave, despite your denial," and with that he decided the conversation was over. His mouth enveloped the spike again, a thin servo pumping the lower portion as he gave a strong suck to the tip. / Play with my wings. / he commanded over the comm. link, unwilling to give up his prize again.
"Seeker wings are highly sensitive. Touching them may result in…"
/ I know what it will result in. / he snapped. / Just do it. / A large servo traced the upper edge of his left wing and he shuddered hard in pleasure. It glided along the sensitive appendage, barely scraping as it moved but it was the most exquisite feeling in the universe. Nothing was better than the feeling of hot metal against his wings, nothing could top that. It could only be better if he was being filled at the same time, his partner yanking him backwards by his wings onto their spike, the thick appendage spreading him open as it moved rapidly inside him.
His own thoughts caused his valve to heat up, lubricant beading on the walls as it was released from his secretion tubules. He continued sucking on Shockwave's spike, appreciating how the scientist had begun to lightly thrust, and he slid his own cover back. The intoxicating aroma of fresh lubricant permeated the pod and he could feel his partner's hips jerk more quickly and more harshly into each movement. Starscream slipped a single digit inside feeling his own tightness, which caused him to moan shamelessly around the spike he still sucked. He only wanted to tease himself with the digit because he loved the burn that came from being penetrated with no preparation, and with the size of Shockwave's spike, it was going to be so slagging good.
Shockwave was allowing the seeker to work because he was good at it, but he couldn't stop his frame's returning thrusts. They had begun to come more quickly now, the charge in his frame becoming insistent and he knew that overload was close. Something about the way Starscream kept moaning when he rubbed the wing incited more heat within his frame. Something about the way Starscream knelt in front of him, servicing him, made him… want something. It was a curious feeling, his frame knowing what it wanted, while his processor did not. He couldn't help his overwhelming curiosity so he accessed the pod's bandwidth and rerouted a channel to give him media access. Interfacing data streamed on his HUD and repeatedly images of bots getting spiked caused his own spike to throb painfully. It was entirely clear; that was what he wanted.
He continued sampling the data, intending to glean as much information as possible, when he came across what was referred to as BDSM. Realization struck him then, part of this new feeling was because his processor liked that he was in a dominant position over Starscream even though the flier was supposedly in control. There were many things becoming more apparent to him the longer he watched and the more he felt, and he now understood why Cybertronians engaged in this activity, sought out this activity, focused intensely on this activity.
The implications of Starscream's earlier statement came back to him and he now understood that this was how Megatron had motivated and controlled the seeker. This was how he could make the seeker more cooperative, and in return he would receive these pleasant sensations. Shockwave couldn't deny that it was advantageous nor that Starscream's earlier arguments made logical sense as well. He also couldn't deny that there was a feeling somewhere between acceptance and affection growing within him for the seeker. It was another strange sensation, but maybe it was what happened to all those who engaged in such intimate activities.
He wasn't certain, but Shockwave always put his full effort into everything when he made a decision and this was no exception. He accessed the bandwidth again, running through more interfacing data and paying close attention to that which he thought would fit his and Starscream's personalities the best. Particularly because he had a working theory as to why the flier had become aroused in the first place; Starscream himself liked to be dominated.
Shockwave's servo left the wing and moved to the back of Starscream's helm, grasping lightly as he thrust more harshly into the seeker's oral cavity. His optics shuttered a couple times rapidly and then flickered as he whimpered around the spike, his own servo renewing its valve servicing with fervor. Theory confirmed. He pulled out watching intently as Starscream panted harshly. "Starscream, the accepted vernacular is fragging, is it not?"
"Yes," he answer questioningly.
Shockwave pulled him up by the wing listening to him screech in pleasure at that, and then turned him around, shoving the flier roughly into the wall. A single servo grasped a flared hip, pelvic armor ground together, and his spike sparked as it slid against the outer rim of the valve, eliciting gasps from both of them. The scientist leaned in, frames flush against one another as he spoke into the flier's audio, "I find your earlier statement to be invalid. I'm going to frag you until you scream my designation, not the other way around." He pulled back, minutely given their still cramped quarters, and then shoved himself inside the tight, wet valve to the hilt.
I wanted it to be sexier for you guys, but I just can't bring myself to write something I feel doesn't have adequate explanation(why can't I write crack?! *Sad face). And so, all that talking in the middle. Sorry guys. Hope you still like it.