When Soundwave arrived in the throne room, he glanced to the side, expecting to see the seeker awaiting him. But it was just an empty space. He peeked back into the hallway from the doorframe, hoping to at least catch the seeker arriving, but it was desolate. All that could be heard was the muffled parties being thrown by the squadrons over the recent success of Starscream's leadership. They had successfully sorted out the relics and their power to detect which were of greatest use. They bypassed the useless ones; the ones that could be used by Primes exclusively and such. They had retrieved several potent relics and were planned to be put to use in the following solar cycles. It was a brilliant plan to organize the relics, Soundwave had to admit. The seeker learned from the mistakes of his master indeed.

"I was wondering where you had gone to, Soundwave, or if you would arrive at all."

Starscream was walking out of one of the back hallways which served as entrances for servants and such. Unusual but not something he'd take a particular note to. Soundwave eased slightly, allowing his frame to release a bit of tension from hearing the seeker's gentle voice. It became something he would look forward to recording.

Still, there was obviously a matter to be addressed. Why else would the seeker call upon him?

"Mm… come here Soundwave, I wish to show something to you," Starscream spoke softly, still maintaining a hint of happiness in his normally screechy vocalizer. Since he had no use to scream or yell, his voice had toned down back to its normal deep and silky sound. It was not gravelly, nor was it annoying. It was… pleasant on the audios. Particularly to Soundwave's as of late.

Soundwave nodded stoically and nearly flinched when Starscream took hold of his thin digits. He held his servo tightly as he whisked them both through the hallway he entered from to find the southern loading dock of the ship. The slim flier pressed open the door. It slid back with slight persistence.

The noise that escaped the seeker was nothing more than a trill aimed at the sky. "It's… I… I thought you… may like to see a sight such as this. It's so quiet and I… well, you enjoy the silence…" he turned a little and turned a soft pink, noticing his servo was still clenched around his spy's. "W…well you like silence and escape… as do I at times."

Soundwave froze and looked down towards the faint glow emanating from outside. It was close to midnight, in human terms. Before he knew it, his lord had pulled him fully into the moonlight.

"And… w-well… do you like this environment out here? If not we c-can go… back inside the ship. I just… wished you would savor this as much as I."

Soundwave did indeed like this. It wasn't something normal but… he was slowly starting to expect the unexpected. He twitched his servo in his master's and shifted on his lean pedes. The current lord of the Decepticons took it as an action of dislike and pulled his servo back slightly. That was until he felt Soundwave intertwining his digits in his own. The smooth feel of metal against metal in his servo was godly, a missed feeling of pleasure. Soundwave was his with a wave, if you will, of acceptance from his new master. He couldn't help but tilt his mask up to the starry sky and simply gaze upon it. There was not a bot he'd rather stand there with than Starscream at that moment.

And…. That was frightening. He was supposed to be tied to his 'one true leader'…Megatron. But… but he was in stasis was he not? He was in a state of near offlinement. There was no high chance of return.

"Soundwave…." the seeker said in his soft, velvety tone, "I know… you have always held your loyalty to Lord… to Megatron. However I am…. well I assume… I am asking you, Soundwave-"

Soundwave's attention was grabbed by many things but something like this was tearing at him. He grasped his Lord's servo tightly; making sure Starscream knew he was listening behind his stone wall of a mask. Soundwave turned his helm slowly, gasping behind his mask when he noticed Starscream's delicate features in the moonlighting. It was reflected off his form and slender faceplate in the right locations. No wonder VH-ST3v3 fancied him….

"Soundwave I… will you accept me as your new master?"

…

Several moments of complete silence went by, even though Soundwave already had formed an answer:

Gladly.

He nodded and said nothing further. Starscream felt rather disappointed he hadn't said-said anything as confirmation. But the gesture would suffice. Starscream made another small noise; this one of joy. Soundwave nearly jumped. It was a… very cute noise. One where he knew deep down he had pleased his new leader.

Soundwave watched his leader's faceplate shy away in embarrassment. Then a small thought percolated. Why not… prove his loyalty? Confirm his…. answer and agreement? The stoic spy tilted his helm back towards the seeker, leaning in a bit. With his finely tuned senses, he could sense the motion of Starscream pulling into him as well. His sleek frame turned as he folded his wings down in an innocent stance of curiosity. Soundwave gently and cautiously slid his small, thin servo up the top of his master's long arm. Starscream in turn, lightly ghosted over Soundwave's broad, paper-thin arm. He stroked the glistening bluish-gray metal and shot Soundwave the most shy expression in the universe.

"S-… Soundwave…" he mewled as he closed his optics and pressed his lips against his Third's mask. It was electrifying, in a literal sense. Soundwave's pleasure shot into his Lord in a lightning fast klik. A small rush of static flickered across Starscream's frame causing him to squirm a little at the sensation and make a small chirp in his systems. Soundwave decided to have his mask remain for now, until he really wished to repay a debt to his master. He… was a tad insecure of his looks. He was not molded as most bots would be. He was created with intricate features and was carved to fit into tight areas. Mainly so he would put his frame's abilities to use in recording or analyzing. Such was the task of his tentacles as well.

Although… he did use them for other duties as well.

Soundwave felt the gentle flick of a glossa across the lower part of his screen. The seeker seemed to be the type to kiss in such a way… not that he was complaining in the least. Soundwave was entranced and could only push his mask to the seeker; tilting it and nuzzling up against his mouth.

"N-nn… unnng… S-Soundwave l-let m-me-" the heated seeker began, "I-I di… didn't expect you t-to l… allow m-me that." He visibly tensed and shivered, reflecting a bit of need and… dare Soundwave assume, 'want.' As Soundwave leaned in once again to indulge in more of the flier's sweet kisses, a loud crash sounded in the background. It echoed a moment and was followed by multiple troops wailing and howling, "Oh you're gonna get it!" The spy shyly pulled away, seeing his Lord do the same and shifted on his pedes, a rare sign from him.

A thick voice reverberated against Starscream's small, half chestplate. It was heavy with low tones and light trills. Starscream's glowing optics glimmered and flickered, amused with the sweet music that was… Soundwave's voice.

"Soundwave: will speak with master at later date," was all he could manage to say without faltering. Even with the seeker's less tuned senses, he could feel the heat emanating from Soundwave's plating. He could sense the arousal, thick in the air, heavily scented. It was stimulating for them both….

"Y-yes… I… of course. I need to handle… the situation in there anyways," the seeker paused momentarily, "my dearest Soundwave…"

Soundwave watched as Starscream mirrored his nod, and left. He sauntered off one pede in front of the other, swaying his aft smoothly as if he knew he was being watched. Soundwave's screen fogged up slightly and he deemed it time to head back to his own quarters.

The long corridor seemed to stretch as he walked down it. Soundwave took to the walls and eased his way down it, ever so slowly. He slyly slithered across the hall and tapped in his pass code.

Soundwave stepped heavily into his quarters, still dazed from the encounter with his newly appointed leader. He checked through his systems and ran the least amount of diagnostics he could. Being out late had its consequences after all. In his sleepy state, he made his way to his personal washracks. He lifted his suddenly weighed down arm, turning the dial precisely to 99.67 degrees. Perfection. He stepped in and felt the warm rush of water seem into his system.

Perhaps this was how he could escape his troubles more often. Running and hiding wasn't necessarily an option anymore. Starscream had started paying a great deal more of attention to him. Starscream would bring him his ration of Energon, he'd give Soundwave affectionate pets when he had performed well and- … oh Primus, his touches were simply exquisite. They were gently and it reminded Soundwave of his position. A gentle reminder. Megatron had never shown any appreciation for what he had done for him. Without his Third, Megatron was nothing more than an over-tempered Pit warrior who ruled with brute strength. Soundwave checked his creation file one last time as he lathered a soft scrub on his abdominal plating.

Why was his temperature rising?

Regardless, Starscream was excellent at being Lord of the Decepticons. He knew how to own an army and use it for destruction. Starscream looked like a fearsome leader when in the heat of battle. His frame was so very, very-

Soundwave tried to take his unit off of the hard processing for a moment. It was starting to do a number on his internal systems. But Soundwave's mind quickly ran around back into the topic of the seeker. His sleek frame and flexible wings. His tall, lean pedes and that bright, pointed crest. And that slender bot touched him every single solar cycle. Soundwave's model type was very attracted to touch. The stimulus was what he was designed to detect. Ultra sensitivity was built into his every armor plate and the seeker knew how to stroke his crowned helm with a perfect blend of pressure and motion. Soundwave's masked fogged a bit, thickening as he drifted his servos south to his steaming panel. The heat was smoldering; rapidly inclining as he rubbed against his panel with the tips of his digits.

He pushed against it harder and choked out a moan from behind his mask. The thick noise was muffled before he yanked his faceplate cover off, panting heavily under the combination of his heat and warm water rushing against his frame. Soundwave groped his panel, digging his digits into his own seams and squeezed it lightly. Slowly he eased his servo away after a short moment. He stopped completely, squirming on his back against the wall. He felt embarrassed…

He felt… guilty. This was his master he was thinking of. He couldn't be that turned on by him could he? He had never thought of Starscream in such a manner before he was his… master. There it was. That was his reason. Having a dominant power owning him was the reason for his attraction. However… why had he not thought of Megatron in such a way? Perhaps he wasn't… physically drawn to him.

Either way, he was going to do something about this. Not now… give it time.