Winds of Change: Northwest
Undercurrent by Darst-llah inspired this femme-Soundwave warrior and dear loyal Shockwave.


Megatron watches as his silent communications spy continues hard at work. With Shockwave back among the ranks, Soundwave has been more than tense and Lazerbeak's agitated as well. Not that anyone else would notice a change in Soundwave's behavior, only the few who knew the blue bot before the war would notice.
The silver leader sits upon his throne looking over his array of monitors and computers. It's been boring lately. The Autobots are not trying to infiltrate his ship. They are not making great risks to stop his crew from mining Energon. Life is a bit dull right making him irritated and antsy. Other than the discovery in the lower cargo bay and wherever Predaking mysteriously flies off to now and again, he's near ready to go pick a fight with Prime. Bugs him that Soundwave hasn't found out yet where Predaking is dashing off to.
The door parts and his lead scientist slowly, heavily glides into the room. That does pull the sliver helm from his dull-drum thoughts. Damn that mech is a sexy beast with his thickly rounded thighs, broad shoulders, twitching tasset and then of course the deep rich, elegant voice of utmost dignity. Megatron won't lie, the mech is…. Gorgeous.
He turns his helm from the purple one to the dusky blue one who stumbles in keying in something with the presence of the purple one's arrival, although back turned. Neither has acknowledged either's presence That makes the leader frown.
One more thing about Shockwave: his spark is also spoken for. Wings on the dusky blue chest flutter again at the arrival of the purple scientist and Megatron sighs silently watching Soundwave's spine straighten if not tingle and still ramrod straight for a moment before trying to go back to work.
Megatron might be a brute. Megatron might be a dictator. Megatron is even mean at times, but he's not truly sadistic to those who are honestly loyal to him. He lowers his helm and rubs his hood in a private shame to a time when his temper more than snapped hurting the two most loyal soldiers in his army. He knows it's time. He knows he needs to apologizes to them. It really wasn't their fault, they were just doing what was natural and he… he knows he was way too hard on them when Soundwave would never remove her facial shield to him again in private meetings after Nemesis flight from Cybertron. Separating and exiling Shockwave after finding out Soundwave was expecting…was… wrong but right at the same time.
Once more the leader sighs heavily. When Shockwave recently returned, he would not show his face to his leader either. With the mech, it could be he did not want to reveal his own facial shame, but Megatron couldn't tell. The stoic and logical mech just, closed up his friendship with the leader as well. Ever the professional, he said nothing of his personal feelings other than proud to be back beside his Leader and assisting in the cause.
As for the personal ramifications to the bondhood of the mates, none of the three had even brought it up. Soundwave stayed at the bridge console, Shockwave to his off-sight labs unless beckoned. Megatron was not a fool, he knew they were not seeing each other personally in order to keep from lighting his wrath again. They respected their leader too much and were sacrificing their relationship for the cause. On top of that, they were afraid of lighting Megatron's wrath again. One of the bonded's actions could cause death to the other thus terminate the three way gladiator-friendship forever. No one has verbally discussed the exile. Personal tension between the three could be tightrope walked but no one but these three know.
Megatron knows it's up to him to break the silence on this issue between them all. A long standing professional and personal relationship can not stand for ever on stilts. This must be resolved! The tension between Shockwave and Soundwave is going to break and everyone is going to know soon enough. It would be best if they had their Leader and former friend's blessing and forgiveness rather than burst from primal and neglected needs. If Blitzwing and Black Arachnia are allowed to continue with their unexpected propagation, why not two bots who have been nothing but loyal to each other and to him from the beginning plus through political and personal wars?

With a lift of his leadership helm bringing all his thoughts to a head; he sees Shockwave with a bowed form and crossed arm salute awaiting his master's orders.
"Soundwave," Megatron's voice is so sweetly-soft in beckoning that even Shockwave lifts his optic in curiosity. Megatron says nothing more until the silent form has stepped beside Shockwave. This one does not bow, just waits. "It's time. Go."
Both of the 'Waves look to each other and then to their Leader making sure they heard the same sub-message. It makes Megatron smile and he leans forward to slip a finger under the little flyer on Soundwave's chest. "Lazerbeak, stay with me, please?"
She unfolds, but to Megatron's surprise, Shockwave takes her and she flattens herself over the purple chest clinging to him. Instead of being upset, Megatron chuckles warmly and runs his knuckle down the back of the little flier, "Yes, of course, how foolish of me. Go, I have this watch. Both of you have my favor to… continue."
Soundwave's chest hitches in fighting back a burst of expressed emotion. Shockwave bows again laying a flat hand over the flier on his chest and even though his tone might still be regal, it hitches and comes out a touch more personal than professional, "Thank you M-my Lord."
Megatron gives them one last favorable nod, and Soundwave leads the way out the door. Shockwave is a bit more protective on following the blue spy a down the corridors towards Soundwave's secured quarters. He walks slightly behind the blue flier closer than anyone has ever seen before. His hand is more than itching to cup that slim waist and hold it against himself as they continue, but some how he doesn't.
As soon as the door closes, Soundwave is pinned to the door by Shockwave's larger warm body. With a couple clicks and hisses, both purple and black glassed facial shields are tossed aside. Soundwave's very femme face is exposed with lavender wet optics. Shockwave's single large ruby optic is just as wet on his scared and mutilated round face. The sharp angled lab-shield-facial guard he wears is to hide the burn damage that had been done to him as he tried to race after Nemesis as she flew away with his mate and unbirthed sparkling.
Soundwave strokes over his face. Even she has not seen this damage since his return months ago. Of course she would know his helm antenna and that luscious voice, along with that armor and dignified walk anywhere. She just had no idea this had happened to him, but Shockwave will not allow her to focus on that. Instead, he is taking her hand so they can both caress their sparkling Lazerbeak who is so excited and soothed to feel both halves of her creators against her. That brings a bright smile to the scarred face.
Soundwave smiles seeing him smile. Her face has been hidden since shortly after the beginning of the Decepticon rising when someone had made a move on her and Shockwave killed him and disposed of the body before even Megatron knew. After that, she had only exposed her face to a select few trusted officers. When Nemesis left Cybertron and Shockwave behind, she never uncovered it for anyone other than Lazerbeak. Not even Megatron.
That is the past though. Right now is their future and Megatron has given them permission to reignite their relationship and even to have another sparkling. The two are more than passionately in love with each other. The static tension between them has been misinterpreted by the crew as hate, if any of them (other than Megatron and Starscream) knew the truth, they would be stunned.
Lazerbeak is more than happy to feel her parents against her but she also knows her parents need each other alone. "We will see you in the morning, alright? If we have been successful, you will not be alone for long," Soundwave's soft natural voice gives the blessing.
Shockwave brings her up to his distorted lips and gives her a warm nuzzle. Yes, the little one has been to the labs to get private cuddles from her father, but this is the first kiss she has been given, so he gives her another and his soft chuckle. With that, she moves towards the door. Soundwave lets her out and both smile watching their little one do the mother's acrobatic swoops and twirls down the hall back to the command deck to stay with Megatron. They know he will allow NOTHING to happen to her.
The door hasn't even closed completely and Shockwave's twisted mouth is upon Soundwave's in a hungry needing kiss. He needs to taste everything he has missed of his mate. She allows him and feeds off it as well pushing her own passion right back. Deftly, she is tugging and pulling his armor aside. The buff mech with seductive hips finds his cannon carelessly dropped to the floor and the rear cable-chain disconnected harshly.
Part of that might have been his fault because he had chosen just that moment to pan his claw tipped hand over her aft bringing the small pelvis against his naked hard one. With a cuss from the mech, the femme is panting for more. Her armor is more than tossed aside quickly as she is ever so gently but possessively lifted to be laid out on her berth. She shakes her head as he tries to pleasure her. His whole body slumps, but she gives him a soft smile and taps the side of his hip which he understands all too well.
It may have been eons since their bodies last knew each other, but still they know each other. He lays his larger form to the side and waits for her to roll as well until there is room for him to lay on his back and she straddles his lap to look down on him.
She looks as slim and pristine as ever, he looks more than battled and scarred. The cannon covers where half his arm went missing after their separation. There's a gash that goes from shoulder down to his hip that has healed over roughly. There are signs to his body of other blows he has taken and healed without the care of a true medic. Her hand pans over each and every one. Yes each one has a story marking the time they have been away from each other, but his remaining clawed hand comes up and cups her cheek to turn her back to the present. There she sees why he wanted to be over her, he didn't want her to look on the past. He didn't want her to be angry with Megatron any longer and remain silent with him. They were here now and been promised time alone together to create a new sparkling.
Shockwave rises up pulling her closer. This kiss is slow and rolling. Not brutal and hard as the last one. The half arm is warm and supportive against her back taking them back to the position he wanted: him over her and protecting her. She slips both hands around his crowned helm directing his kisses where he already knows to go, but loves that she is pressing up into. At that one point, he stops and looks up to her. He needs to know if there has been anyone else. In his spark he knows that she wouldn't willingly give herself over (well unless she truly thought he was dead and had resparkmated) but this is war after all and there's no telling if someone has TAKEN her against her will (Autobot or Decepticon). If that is what has occurred, he wants to be extra careful if not stop completely.
Her face falls to his ever so sweet and gentle kindness of thinking of her over his own needs and desires. Ever so softly she tells him the truth, "No, there has been no one and never will be." He waits checking to make sure she is not just telling him this to appease his guilty spark for not being able to stow away on the ship and come with them, instead of just 'following orders' and remaining at his post as Guardian.
Soundwave smirks and gives him a twinkle to her optic, "Oh please, Shockwave. You and I are the two smartest beings on this ship and probably this whole planet. Do you really think anyone would be able to harm me?"
He frowns and purses his twisted lips just making him look more adorable in her optics. "Cockiness is not like you, Soundwave."
She slides a trim leg between his thighs thrumming his overhard mechliy-hood with a graceful pede, "No, maybe not, but I am more than a skilled soldier and a spy for a reason. Besides…." This takes a lot for her to say, "He wouldn't allow anyone to harm me. He guarded me as much as I guarded Nemesis for him." Her fingers twirl over a fine sensitive point on her mate's helm as she reminds him what a friend Megatron has always been to them both. "You saw it today."
Shockwave has to admit, he did sense a bit of guilt in Megatron upon his arrival months ago, not that anyone would ever notice it let alone say anything. The genius nods and turns his attentions back to his wonderful mate. If no one has touched her, then that means, it will be much like their first night. He doesn't need to say he will be gentle, they both know what a gentlemech he is.
So he begins to prepare her, much to her moaning delight. Soft kisses to her belly and thighs as his fingers play her body making it sing just for just him. Those waves of heat and pheromones her body are putting off is sending his virile desire into overdrive, yet still the gentlemech in him is restraining his dominating possessive half from just TAKING her.
That was until her fingers and claws start attacking his chest. With each stroke he gives her, she plays about the rim of his spark chamber. As much as they need a physical joining, they really need a spark merge. It's been killing them to see each other hard at work but not being able to be alone. They couldn't trust themselves and if they defied Master Megatron again, they know someone would be executed, not something any one of the three of them would be able to survive, let alone Lazerbeak.
"Shockwave!" She pleads. Her claw digs extra hard this time actually drawing blood.
Propped over her by his stump, remaining hand deeply occupied, he uses his bite to yank her hand away from his chest with a hiss. She still has another hand available and that is the last straw; the chest plate pulls back. Her hand dives for the chamber throwing his head back with a animalistic growl and a pant. Her devious fingers are making it clear her spark is going to ravage and devour his as much as his body is going to plunge and consume hers.
Slowly his helm comes back up and then tipped down to pin her with his heady-hungry gaze. "How do you want this?" Does she want to bond first? Does she want a physical joining first? Does she want both at once?
"I don't know. I don't care. Don't make me decide, I just need you." Her voice pleads.
He brings himself back to hover over hers fully and gives his own soft order, "Let me in, Love."
Her chest plates part and they return home.

Lost in the swirling vortex of passion and desire and that mysterious word called love, they find THEM again. Everything they were before, everything they have become. Their separation is coming together again. It warms them both to feel the same thing: separated, they felt they same longing, worry and intense love for each other. Shockwave was glad she had left with a sparkling to keep a constant reminder of his love with her. Soundwave is glad to have had his most precious creation with her, guarding it as much as he was guarding their home.
Her body might have taken it's toll in birthing Lazerbeak, but his did too in guarding a dying planet with rouges and pockets of half dead beings. Its hard to say who was in exile: the one racing across the stars or the one left on a dead planet?
All of that is null and void now, though. Now, they have enough passion and desire to bring three planets back to life. He smiles, she giggles. He croons, she swoons. He presses his promises into her spark, she takes them and tucks them safely into her soul.
She soothes over his helm and deep within, he leans and soaks up the touches. On and on the lovers roll their needs, pleas, touches, and caresses over each other's bodies and souls until the beloved friction is so high, they burst in released cry that echoes down the halls of the great ship.

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Hearing the roar-scream, Megatron silently smiles from his post on his throne pressing a kiss to the top of the resting flier sleeping on his chest. Vehicons and Starscream whip around hearing the cry of agony being released. For them, it sounds like someone being tortured. For Megatron, he knows it's a cry of homecoming. He cups his shielding hand around the young sleeping flyer's helm and gives a leader's bark, "What are you looking at?! Back to work!"
Starscream just stares a bit longer at his leader pondering if he even heard the sound. Then he looks around the bridge. For once, Soundwave isn't here, that's odd.
Megatron cocks a brow ridge, "Yes, Starscream? Is there a reason you can not perform your duties?"
Starscream knows better than to ask, so just shakes his head and turns back to his console. No one hears Megatron whisper something soft to the little one flat against his chest fast asleep.

~~
Shockwave rolls to his left side letting Soundwave's pillow rest over his stump. She rarely slept here as it was, therefore the thing is still fluffy as if brand new. The one under his own helm is one she would wrap her body around on the rare occasions she would silently cry herself to sleep. He smiles tucking her against his front like she would that pillow. She tucks her knees up and likewise he does too. Pulling the blanket over them both, Shockwave nuzzles into her nape and Soundwave gives off a soft sigh. Her body falls to its front during the night and he lays half over her keeping her pinned down with his protective body.
For the first time in eons, both of them sleep deeply. So deep, that neither feels the thunder claps rocking the ship or the increased pitch to the engines when Megatron pulls Nemesis and crew above the cloud line.

~~~
Shockwave does awaken when he feels his mate turn in her sleep and nibble into his throat. His elegantly long tips slowly trail down her spine cupping her aft in warning. Yes, she felt the warning, but doesn't care. Wriggling her hand between them, she thumbs and makes it clear she needs to surround and take him in once more. With a hum of satisfaction, Shockwave rolls to his back and lets her do as she pleases with him.
Oh yes, there she goes, giving him lithe touches and longing strokes along his broad chest, tight abs, and sinful hips. His single hand gives a soft gliding grip to her hip and there she goes!
He grunts up into her needs. She softly pants in time to his spark beat. This time it's her helm that languishly falls back and slack jawed gives a silent cry. He bites his twisted lip and finishes her off.
He almost doesn't catch her as her slim form falls forward in exhaustion. Too much time away, too many long shifts, just…. Too much. To have him against her again is a drug that is all too… wonderful. Carefully he eases her back against his chest allowing her to sleep longer.

~~~
At her next shift, Shockwave is clean, polished and a bit of a more prideful step to his commanding glide to the bridge. Megatron only turns from his conversation with Starscream when he feels Lazerbeak fly off his shoulder to land on Shockwave's. He had figured it was Soundwave coming in, the leader is quite surprised to see Shockwave take her post instead. Communications may not be his strongest field, but he can handle it more than well enough that he does know. Megatron's face breaks out in a curiously amused expression.
Starscream's optics go wide recalling the strange sound he heard yesterday. He actually gulps wondering if Shockwave killed his former mate. Yes, he is one of the few that knew they were mated but always wondered why they were separated. He thought there had been a big fight between the couple, having no idea of the truth (after all it was none of his business!). Now he swallows again knowing exactly how deadly Shockwave is to Autobot and Decepticon alike, "Sh-shockwave…wh-where is Soundwave?"
"None of your concern," he states curtly giving Lazerbeak a soft scratch to the chin.
That pisses the Air Commander off and he starts to move, "Listen, Science Officer! I am SECOND in Command and I -"
"Leave it alone, Starscream," Megatron laughs lightly patting the slim flyer's shoulder. "Just drop it."
"But My Liege, if he killed our Spy-"
Shockwave turns his helm ever so slightly and cants it, "Excuse me?"
Starscream sputters, "I heard that cry of torture! You killed Soundwave didn't YOU! WHY? What did-"
Megatron can't help but laugh more boldly this time knowing full well that Shockwave has probably plunged his over worked mate into a deep stasis that BOTH of them more than need.
Shockwave on the other hand shakes his head ever so lightly. Under his facial shield he is grinning rather arrogantly to his sexual release reaching the audios so far within the ship, but no he will not reveal that. "Kill Soundwave? Hardly," is all he states ruefully and turns back to the communications array as if the thought bores him. Megatron chuckles again trying to hold back a full blow roar to this coded reply of the reserved one.
Starscream looks up to his leader near terrified, "But-"
"Like I said, Starscream, leave it alone. Soundwave is on a different mission, correct Commander?" The sliver mech addresses the sire before him.
Shockwave places a hand over his spark and gives a grateful bow of his helm to his Master, "Yes, My Liege." Then with a second thought, Shockwave brings a graceful stroke under the little one's chin, "Go see to your creator's care." Without a second thought, Lazerbeak flies off.
Starscream is about to speak again when the screen pings. With a few key strokes, the image is enlarged. Megatron steps behind his genius and hums, "What is it, Shockwave?"
"A Decepticon signal."
"Can you tell whom?"
With a few more key strokes, the computer files through the personal list. A few are listed in red, deactivated. The ones in purple are active, but the yellow ones are declared MIA or unknown status. There! Three signals come up for MIA officers.
Shockwave allows Starscream to push him aside. "Oh Primus… they are still alive?"