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5
Shockwave spoke in Decepticon for most of his conversations.
Red Alert found this frustrating because she understood very little when it came to their language. Sometimes it was just easier to assume he wanted her to stay ignorant to what he was planning. Strangely enough, he did take her to meetings with his superiors.
Red Alert was ordered to remain quiet when this happened. Though it became difficult when they began to mock Optimus Prime.
"That fool didn't beg for his life," Sentinel said, quietly.
Megatron nodded. "Optimus Prime was never one to beg. But that did make his pathetic mewlings much more entertaining."
Red Alert pursed her mouthplates tight. Shockwave could see her bleeding resolve, but he did not speak on the matter. Instead, he regarded Sentinel Prime with mild contempt in his voice.
"Perhaps that is true," he said, evenly. "We will not build Cybertron on a petty victory over a useless tool. I may have ended his life, but he was a worthy opponent. We will not forget that."
Sentinel seemed to sense a challenge in Shockwave's voice, though he did note it.
Red Alert glanced over at Shockwave curiously.
"I have work to do," Shockwave told them, rising. "I will waste no more time pampering your foolish ego."
Megatron grinned and stifled a chuckle, but Sentinel did not look impressed. He watched Shockwave depart with Red Alert eventually following.
"That fool." he spat. "How dare he presume to speak to me that way!"
"Shockwave is no fool, Sentinel," Megatron told him. "He may be many things, but he knows his place in this universe. If there is anyone I would never question of their loyalty, it would be him."
Red Alert was led to Shockwave's laboratory where he ordered her to clean a holding pen for a new specimen. A feral Steeljaw. He led it into the pen once she was done and Red Alert watched the slavering beast with shock. She had seen many of these during the war.
"I need to ask you something." Shockwave said.
Red Alert turned to him, surprised. "What is it?"
"Who taught you how to interface the way you did with me?"
Red Alert's faceplates heated. "Oh! Um..." she tried. "It was Slipstream."
"I suspected as much." Shockwave did not seem angered by this. "Though you doing such things outside of my optic normally would warrant a punishment. A SEVERE punishment."
Red Alert exhaled. She expected it.
"Though I am curious by your necessity to please me," Shockwave sounded as such. "I will summon Slipstream here and we will see what else she will educate you on."
"What?! That's not - "
"No. You had no problems doing so when I was not present. You will do so while I observe."
Red Alert didn't know that she could do something like that in front of him. But he did not leave her much choice as he called for Slipstream shortly afterwards. The flyer entered the laboratory, letting out a curious trilling sound when she noticed the two.
"Oh! This is a delightful sight!" she said. "What can I do for you?"
Shockwave gestured to Red Alert. "Since the two of you are scheming behind my back. I am going to watch you engage in your next training session."
Slipstream grinned widely. "Oh! You told him!" she purred, looking at Red Alert.
"Now. Both of you get into my berth. I will simply watch you overload each other."
Slipstream seemed completely for it, but Red Alert was not.
"Shockwave, this isn't - " she began.
"Silence, Autobot." he commanded, taking a seat. "Now, begin."
Slipstream took her hand and guided her to the berth. Red Alert was quite tense, even when the flyer massaged her shoulders.
"Now, now, dear. Nothing to worry about. I'll be gentle, remember?" she crooned.
Shockwave tilted his head at that.
While Slipstream's glossa caressed her wingdoors, Red Alert couldn't help her soft moan.
"Wingdoors are quite sensitive to a ground Cybertronian," Slipstream purred, "The glossa is always the best thing to use. Caress every little node. Draw out the sensation. I have almost the same mandibles as you, Shockwave. You could even nibble them."
To prove her point, she found a tiny node in Red Alert's wingdoors and nibbled it. The Autobot gasped out and Shockwave shifted a little in his seat.
Red Alert felt warm all over. Maybe it was the gentle ministrations of Slipstream or Shockwave watching, she didn't know, but...
The look on his face was not of arousal. He didn't appear to enjoy what he was watching, but he observed as if he was learning. Teaching himself to -
Wait a minute.
Red Alert didn't have time to think about it when Slipstream's claws began to make their way to her valve. She tensed and the Decepticon licked her neck gently.
"It's all right, dear. I know what I'm doing." Slipstream purred.
Red Alert gripped her arms, but gave in when she felt the delicate tease of those claws against the opening of her valve. She tensed and shivered, attempting to feel more, but struggling not to give in. Slipstream dipped one claw into the Autobot, smiling at the heat and fluid that greeted her.
"Hm, see how warm she is?" she purred, "Because I understand the things that pleasure a femme and a mech. Caress here, too. It's always sensitive during intimacy." She touched Red Alert's lower back before kissing the place between her shoulders.
Red Alert missed the acknowledging nod Shockwave did.
"Would you like to take over from here, Shockwave?" Slipstream suggested, with a grin. "I'm sure a big boy like you could make her scream in the right circumstances..."
Shockwave's optic narrowed and he met Red Alert's gaze. She looked at him through a haze of pleasure. He didn't know what to feel when she actually nodded, showing him that she was okay with the idea.
The larger Cybertronian stood up and slid into the berth. Slipstream removed her claws from Red Alert's valve - which she voiced her displeasure of - and smiled when Shockwave regarded the Autobot silently, contemplative.
"I'll show you. Right here, Shockwave." Slipstream coached, taking his hand and guiding it between Red Alert's legs. "Ah. Gently. Doing so will ensure an even more pleasurable experience."
Shockwave stared down at Red Alert, watching the pleasured expressions grace her face. He seemed surprised by her reactions. He was causing her such pleasure? From a simple motion alone?
Slipstream watched the sight with a smirk. She leaned foward and gave Red Alert's shoulders a little lick.
"Sometimes it's the simple gestures that are the most effective," she told the larger Decepticon. "Try and beckon to her then. You'll enjoy this."
Shockwave did as she suggested and made a beckoning gesture. Red Alert let out a startled cry and gripped his arms, arching toward the source of pleasure. Shockwave's optic narrowed at the sound.
"Ahh, good." Slipstream purred. "Now kiss her. Femmes enjoy that."
Shockwave tilted his head. He'd never kissed anyone a cycle in his life. But he leaned forward and his mandibles tickled Red Alert's cheeks. She didn't know if she could kiss him. Being taken was a lot different than sharing a kiss. To her, a kiss felt simply more personal.
But he moved forward anyway and his complex mouth covered hers.
Oh. She hadn't expected THAT.
Shockwave's mandibles were a nonstop session of nibbling sensation. He even had a glossa as far as she could feel that insistently flicked a bit against her lips. Well, it wasn't really much in the way of skill - he probably never kissed anyone before - but it wasn't as horrible as she imagined it to be.
Red Alert shuddered beneath him, moaning a little louder when she felt herself reaching her end.
"Ah, she's going to overload soon," Slipstream continued to croon. She caressed Red Alert's sides. "You must have very skilled fingers after all."
Shockwave didn't reply to that. He almost forgot that Slipstream was still there as he moved his fingers into the femme in his arms. Red Alert mumbled helplessly, gripping him tight. She practically drenched his hand in her fluids. Slipstream continued to kiss her neck and shoulders as if soothing her.
"Such a sweet little Autobot." she said, "You're a lucky Decepticon, Shockwave."
Red Alert hissed and groaned.
"Are you going to overload, sweetie?" Slipstream crooned to her.
"Yes..." Red Alert choked.
"Go on then. It's all right."
It didn't take much longer. The utter molestation from both Cybertronians was enough to send her over the edge. Red Alert writhed and cried out in their arms and she was certainly not subtle about it.
Too much.
It was too much for her systems to handle. How this much pleasure was even possible was beyond her. Slipstream knew much more to satisfy a harem of mechs and femmes alike. She could barely make out the sensation of vibrations against her back and the soft, melodical call from the femme behind her.
Red Alert struggled to contain her vocals - she spent a good several moments gasping and panting. Shockwave removed his fingers from her and she leaned against him. She couldn't help it.
"This was fun, Shockwave!" Slipstream said, delighted. "I overloaded just watching her! We should definitely get the three of us together again sometime!"
She gave Red Alert's back a little pat before departing.
O
Well, that was definitely new.
Red Alert had never engaged in an interface with two Cybertronians. It was almost shameful the way she had experienced pleasure from it. She didn't want to talk about it with either one of them.
Fortunately, Shockwave had no asked how she felt about it.
He seemed more interested in working on his experiments that evening.
"The rebels hit the Iacon storage vaults."
Red Alert reacted somewhat when she heard that. She was cleaning the floors when a Decepticon reported to Megatron. She pretended as if she didn't.
"How many?" Megatron asked.
"Only four. We've pushed them back."
"Good. They will eventually understand the change made to our home. Get something to drink and rest for tomorrow. I will have patrols sent to your position."
"Yes, Lord Megatron."
Red Alert considered this. Who could have still been around to lead a rebellion against Megatron's forces? For all she knew, the Autobot morale had long died after Optimus had been killed. She could only think of a few, but she had not seen them since the war began.
Whatever the case, she was glad to hear this.
It meant someone was still able to fight to set Cybertron free.