The Vehicons that reported to the science department aboard the Nemesis were never fond of their job. One particular reason was because of Shockwave's experimenting and what was arguably worse was the fact that they could be selected at any point for tests. Many Vehicons who were volunteers never came back in one piece or at all.
Silver had seen firsthand some of the experiments that went down. From Vehicons being tested to hold new mixtures that either exploded or disintegrated their servos to those who fell prey to deadlier experiments that more than once led to a few bodies on the floor, he was one of the lucky ones for the time being. He was never chosen to do anything aside from bringing Shockwave his materials, but his name came from the silver stripes of missing paint when a few experiments he witnessed backfired at a farther range than predicted.
Recently, he was finally called forth. He was nervous. Either he died today or lived an agonizing existence; his options weren't really looking good. He couldn't refuse because it was Shockwave...a bot notorious for making someone's life a living hell far worse than any of these experiments could do if they pissed him off.
Silver walked into the lab silently and looked around for the mad scientist, keeping alert for anything out of the ordinary. He then spotted his target. A tube of liquid rotating in a machine, its contents examined and displayed on the screen. He learned enough of Shockwave's scientific babble and notes to know that what Silver was looking at before him was a vial of liquified pheromonal inducer. Normally, they were prescription-based in small doses for boosters, or they were only used in large quantities if there was something wrong with the processor in communication with the interface protocols. It was meant to stimulate what was supposed to naturally occur by the bots who wanted it. What concerned him the most was the fact that Shockwave was going to use it either on himself or him. But why?
There was a fascination as to just what Shockwave was thinking. Was he lonely or was there another ulterior motive? Pheromonal inducers weren't a common thing so to have some was questionable and if he was supposed to test if it worked, not being entirely against the idea, there had to be an outlet for all the drug-induced heat he was going to experience...unless Shockwave wanted to use it on him just to see how a desperately unstable, interface-driven mech would react without stimulation of any kind which was a form of torture as Shockwave was known for, of course.
Silver was unsure but also intrigued of what would happen. It was better than getting blown up or losing limbs so he would take it if it was just handed to him without a motive. And who knows, maybe Shockwave would be a bit merciful when it came to the effects.
"SV-667, I see you have arrived ahead of schedule," Shockwave said from behind.
Silver nearly jumped back from the mech but tried to keep his emotions minimal. Shockwave had a nasty habit of ridiculing or studying others' emotions and it became quite creepy after a while; he was no stranger to it.
Shockwave stepped past him and grabbed the vial from its casing among the computer reading its chemical formula. Upon seeing Silver studying what was in his servo so intensely, Shockwave gave a very small tilt of his head. "You are concerned. Care to tell me why?"
Silver broke his concentration and spoke solemnly, "What do you plan on doing with liquid pheromones? I don't need that, no offense, and I wouldn't think you would either."
"Very astute of you to know what this is, but I will not be doing anything with it. This isn't a part of any experiment. I had a request from Knockout to deliver some to the medbay for a client of his. He gave me a portion of his Energon stockpile as payment, so I got what he needed in return. Since you're here, care to walk with me?"
Silver was bewildered upon hearing that. "Then why do you need me...sir?"
Shockwave simply said, "I need someone to help me deduce a chemical imbalance in the Synth-En Knockout took from Ratchet. I know you've been watching my work and learning so I figured I need an assistant; an official one I can trust."
That was a great gig, but Silver found himself incredibly disappointed. He kind of wanted to know what the pheromonal inducer would do to him or Shockwave. There was a scientific curiosity as well as a personal one.
"Did you ever test the pheromonal inducer?" He found himself asking as Shockwave passed him.
The larger mech paused and turned to him. "I have no need to. The formula for it is straightforward."
"So, you're just going to blindly give it to Knockout and hope nothing changed between the time you brewed it to right now?"
Silver's persistence and deliberate stalling was immediately caught by Shockwave and the scientist tilted his head ever so slightly. "Why is this a concern for you unless...you want to be the test subject. You thought this was one of my experiments I normally save for the others, and you willingly want to test this. How unexpected."
Shockwave seemed to think on the newfound knowledge he had of Silver's dedication to his own craft and turned the vial to examine it before meeting the Vehicon's optic visor. Silver glared at him like he was demanding it and Shockwave's curiosity started peeking out of his cold personality upon the fiery look he was given when he slowly brought the vial up between both their sights.
"I do find your concern overall...logical. I am starting to perhaps doubt the consistency of the pheromonal formula as you are correct. Things can change. Maybe you should test it first."
The growl in Shockwave's voice didn't escape Silver's attention and he feared he might have awoken something that wasn't supposed to be. At the same time, Shockwave was a creature of science. Anything in its nature controlled his emotions; lust, it seems, was included with that.
Silver took the vial and peered between it and Shockwave. "And Knockout?"
"I can always make more," Shockwave said a bit impatiently.
Knowing he buried himself in his own grave, he tapped the vial and grabbed an injector before pressing it to his arm. His fist clenched as he could feel the warm fluid climbing through his veins. He could feel the eye of his superior watching every second of his reaction. The warmth felt good, but nothing seemed to be any different to him. Shockwave just kept staring, audial fins twitching with anticipation.
Silver flexed his arm to make sure all of it was flowing. There still seemed to be no effects...
"Is it getting hot in here?" He then said, waving a servo to try and make some air movement to flow towards him.
His internal temperatures weren't rising as quickly as he assumed but there definitely was an increase. Then he looked at Shockwave and something...changed. Shockwave was quite handsome, bulky, intelligent-no, that wasn't supposed to be what he was thinking.
Shockwave seemed to sense his rising core and proceeded to approach painfully slow. Silver was surprised to hear the mech softly speak with his normally stoic baritone. "What are you experiencing? Tell me...for science, of course."
Silver didn't even know how to describe what he felt. He couldn't think of any word except for "needing." He needed something, something Shockwave had and his hazy processor was developing a growing desire to be close to the mech.
"I'm...I need...you," Silver barely muttered.
Shockwave was right in front of him, barely any inches from his chest touching Shockwave's sternum. He suddenly felt a servo trail down his waist and leaned into it as a whisper hit his audio receptors. "Get on the table."
He didn't know which table and he didn't care. Silver pushed aside anything in his way and spread his legs as the heat started redirecting towards his interface panel. So much for no effects. He leaned back on his arms positioned behind him as he began to huff. He could practically see the smoke rising from his frame.
"Maybe I took too much..." he said.
Shockwave approached and had one of Silver's legs almost pressing against his interface panel so he could make room for his arm cannon. He moved Silver to where his cannon would have perfect angle to rub against the Vehicon's hot interface. Silver whimpered as the cannon moved vertically up and down against his sealed valve.
"Open for me."
Silver obeyed, his vents struggling to keep up with the growing heat within. When the metal of the cannon split the folds of his valve, he tremored as Shockwave leaned into him. The stimulation was intoxicating and he desired to go faster as Shockwave merely tilted his head watching him reduce himself to a quivering mess.
"Tell me, do you feel the need to act like a wanton whore? Did you always fantasize about me or is it truly just the inducer? Your answer will not change the experiment I have planned for you."
"Y-yes," Silver moaned as Shockwave moved his cannon faster.
"A one-word answer is not acceptable for a documentative observation, further study for a proper answer is required," Shockwave purred.
The cannon rubbed against every inch of his valve, earning the scientist a plethora of noises. But then the larger mech removed his cannon, much to Silver's annoyance, and it was replaced by Shockwave's servo. Two digits then four slowly made their way into the greedy valve and Shockwave watched every drop of lubricant that ran off his servo each time he pulled out.
"Core temperatures optimal, the pheromonal inducer seems to be working as it should. No signs of dissatisfaction or unstable temperature output. The experiment is so far a perfect test run."
Silver arched as Shockwave curled his digits to rub against hidden nodes among the valve walls he didn't even know he had. He then overloaded, clawing at the table as Shockwave watched him eagerly. Then the mech pulled out his digits and brought out a vial. Wiping them on the edge of the vial, the lubricant that coated his servo slid down the container, filling it one fourth full before it was sealed and placed to the side.
"I could use this for a future test, one you might be interested in later on when your mind isn't cluttered with the primal instinct to find pleasure in everything."
Silver knew Shockwave was always creepy but at least he was vocal about it whereas Soundwave made absolutely no indication of what he was thinking but would stare nonstop.
Shockwave turned away to start a new batch of pheromonal inducer for Knockout, placing it in a mixing chamber once the ingredients were put together. As he did so, the ignored Silver could hardly move from his spot. The effects were far from over; his body wanted more. In a desperate attempt to relieve himself, he decided to "help" Shockwave's research a bit more. Grabbing an empty container, he opened it and slowly eased it inside himself, lying on his side to get a better angle and so if Shockwave was interested, he would have a good view.
The more he moved it, the more lubricant began to gather within the container while offering him stimulation in return. He peered beyond the visibility of his hips and caught Shockwave staring again. Just what he wanted. He didn't hide any moans or undignified sounds coming from his body trying to calm itself.
Shockwave turned on the machine set to mix the inducer and returned to him, eyeing the container with lust and, dare Silver believe, jealousy from the rigid posture he took. Just then, he said, "The pheromonal inducer takes an hour to mix and another hour to heat to make its effects potent. It seems my experiment has yet to be concluded. More data is required."
Shockwave grabbed the container from Silver and eased it out, placing it to the side but didn't care of the lubricant getting on the table. He then lined up immediately with his own spike that sprang free from its housing right as his armor contracted. Silver lied on his back to look up at Shockwave who thrusted into him with a sudden and quick pace. His valve was more than prepared for it.
"The second round of experimentation: durability. Let's see how long your heat will last and how much you can take until then."
Silver clawed the table as he was pounded into. Shockwave held quite some ferocity for a mere scientist. It made the smaller mech think this had been one of Shockwave's fantasies for quite some time, luring his helpless soldiers to use them as mere toys for his pleasure and pass it off as experiments.
Shockwave leaned close with his cannon perched on the table and staring down at Silver as the latter shuttered in his heat at each thrust longing for more. Watching Shockwave's spike entering and disappearing within him made the Vehicon moan alongside the brutal, insatiable stimulation his body was forced to endure.
"S-Shockwave, ah mm, more..."
"Your neurological functions have narrowed to a distinctive and simple mode equivalent to an animal's. Intriguing, my hypothesis is you've always wanted to be my apprentice. A logical feeling for one who does not care as long as you get what you want in this situation. You are mine."
Silver ignored Shockwave's banter as he focused on only his chassis growing hungrier, greedier for all his superior could give. The Vehicon held no objections as he was used by Shockwave. This was the scientist's best experiment yet. If this was what being experimented on was like, he would sign up for future tests. He didn't even regret one moment of his choice the whole three hours it took for the effects to finally wear off.
AN: Horny, calculative Shockwave is the best Shockwave and honestly, I think he would be turned on by people being willing experiments and submitting to him during such things.