Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers.

Author's notes: There's some kinky slash in this chapter, skip if you don't like. You have been warned.

The Perfect Harmony

Soundwave was happy. He had won and the Seeker was safely out of the way, probably dead by now. Soundwave smiled behind his face mask. Megatron was his for the taking.

But still, some thoughts disturbed his good mood.

Would Megatron ever find out? What would happen to Soundwave then? Would Megatron forget all the years of loyal servitude? All these thoughts plagued the telepath's mind when he arrived. He looked up to the surveillance camera above the door. The door hissed open.

Soundwave stepped in and glanced around himself. There was an open door at the end of the corridor. Soundwave walked towards it. He stepped on broken glass and kneeled down. Pieces of glass and a trail of energon. He picked up one shard and sniffed it. High grade. Megatron had been drinking.

Soundwave continued to walk, a little concerned about his leader. He got proof to his concerns as he stepped into the room at the end of the corridor. Megatron layed on his berth, surrounded by empty energon cubes, one half full on his hand. There was broken glass all over the floor.

Soundwave looked at the silver mech. Megatron pointed at his Third's chest. "Are your creations...?"

"I left them in my quarters as you ordered, lord Megatron."

Megatron nodded approvingly. "Come closer." He said and Soundwave walked in front of the berth. The telepath hesitated a little as he tried to read his leader's mind. It was messy, drunken. And hurt.

Soundwave felt bad for causing his leader so much pain, but still felt no remorse. It had to be done. Besides, Megatron had hurt him first. It was not about revenge for Soundwave though. It was all about love. He was sure the Seeker would have hurt Megatron eventually. Seekers were like that; lying, cheating little whores. Soundwave had had his own share of a Seeker's 'loyalty' in the past, five times.

He didn't want that pain to his beloved. Megatron deserved so much better.

Soundwave glared at his leader. Megatron watched him carefully from his berth. A drunken mech's paranoia. Soundwave felt a little hurt at this display of distrust, he had never done anything to hurt his leader. He had always been loyal and trustworthy.

Quickly, Megatron brought the cube in his hand to his lips and with one long sip, drank it empty. He threw the empty cube on the wall and it shattered to millions of little pieces. The silver mech sat up and glanced around himself, as if he had just noticed the empty cubes around him. He frowned.

Then with a quick swing of hands, he dropped the cubes on the floor amongst the broken glass. The cubes shattered. Now Megatron got up from the berth, stepping onto the broken glass on the floor. He didn't even notice. He looked Soundwave over, from head to feet, with hungry optics.

Soundwave awaited for him to make the first move, as always. But Megatron just stood there, looking at him. Soundwave was anxious to get the silver mech into his arms, but he could wait forever, if necessary.

Then Megatron approached him finally. The silver mech stopped in front of his Third. Soundwave could smell the high grade in his breath. Megatron squinted his optics furiously and took a hold of the telepath's shoulders. The silver mech pushed Soundwave back first against the wall and moved closer.

Soundwave was confused. Was Megatron mad at him?

Then there were lips on his neck, and glossa. Megatron devoured the synthetic skin on Soundwave's neck desperately. He bit on it hard, then licked the wound, wiping away the energon.

Soundwave was immediately turned on.

He grabbed Megatron's rear and lifted the mech swiftly up. Megatron was strong, but so was Soundwave. The silver mech wrapped his legs around Soundwave's hips. The telepath turned them around and this time Megatron's back hit the wall. The silver mech let out a needy whimper as he began to lick Soundwave's audio.

"Make me forget..." He whispered. Soundwave retracted his face mask and kissed his leader's neck. "I will." He promised. Megatron grasped Soundwave's chin and forced their lips together. "I want you, Soundwave..." Megatron moaned into the telepath's mouth, releasing his grip on the mech's chin.

Soundwave was stunned. Never before had Megatron acted like that. He read the silver mech's mind quickly, there were no barriers this time.

Megatron was still in love with Starscream. Soundwave accepted this truth silently, he had known it all along. But now that the Seeker was dead, Megatron felt miserable, guilty. Broken and weak. He was lovelorn. He needed someone to comfort him, to make him forget.

He needed Soundwave.

Soundwave pulled back from the kiss and glared at the crimson red optics before him. They were desperate, needy. Soundwave would fullfill that need.

He put the silver mech down and gently touched his chest. His hand travelled down, between his leader's thighs. Megatron threw his head back and moaned. Usually Megatron was in control. But not tonight. Tonight he was out of control.

Megatron was desperately using him to forget about the Seeker. It felt so wrong. But Soundwave had never learned to tell him no and probably never would. He carried on and caressed Megatron's thighs, moving his hands up and down on them, making the silver mech shiver in his arms.

Then Megatron pushed him back and led them to his berth. Soundwave awaited for Megatron to sit on it, but he didn't. Instead, he pushed Soundwave on it and straddled his hips. Soundwave glared at the red optics.

"Fly me away, out of my misery... Take me to heaven..." The silver mech rasped.

"I love you, Megatron." Soundwave whispered. Megatron quickly leaned in and bit the telepath's silvery lips.

"Soundwave. Shut up. I don't want to hear that now."

Soundwave nodded obediently. He leaned in to kiss his leader and grasped the silvery thighs gently. Megatron whimpered in his mouth. That encouraged Soundwave to do more. For once he was allowed to touch Megatron in places he had only dreamed of touching.

He moved his hand to Megatron's crotch and worked the clasps open. He dropped the black piece of armour onto the floor amongst the shattered glass. Then he pressed a button on his own hips and his intimate systems were laid bare to his leader. Megatron immediately touched the bare circuitry, making Soundwave gasp.

Soundwave reached for Megatron's interface wire, but there was a hand to stop him.

The silver mech sucked on the telepath's neck. "Not yet. There's something else I want first..." Megatron got up from the berth. "Get up." He ordered harshly. Soundwave got up and followed his leader. Megatron signalled for a storage compartment near his berth.

"There's an object in that storage compartment. I want you to get it... And use it."

Soundwave went to the storage and opened it. There was an electric whip inside. Soundwave turned to look at his leader in shock. Megatron nodded. Soundwave picked the whip up, turning it around in his hands. He glanced at Megatron.

The silver mech stood in front of his berth, his hands leaning on the metallic surface, his gaze downwards. "Spank me." He ordered.

Soundwave walked behind him. He was uncertain about this. He didn't want to hurt Megatron. But the silver mech had wanted it. Soundwave turned the whip on the lowest power and tested it gently on his own thigh. It hurt.

"What are you waiting for? Do it."

Soundwave swallowed. Then he whipped his leader's back once. Megatron moved a little. "That's not good enough. Feed more electricity on it."

Soundwave turned the electricity of the whip on it's highest level. Then he whipped it on Megatron's back twice in a row. Megatron let out a moan, one of both pain and pleasure. "More!" The silver mech ordered. Soundwave increased his pace.

"Yes, more! Use more power!"

Soundwave hated this. But he did as ordered. He used the whip with all his power. It slashed on his leader's back and rear with so much force, it left black marks. Soundwave stopped. Megatron glanced at the mech behind him. "Did I tell you to stop?" He demanded angrily, his hands shaking against the surface of his berth.

"No, but-"

"No buts. Carry on."

Soundwave hesitated. Slowly he began to whip his leader's backside again. Megatron snarled. Perhaps Soundwave could trust Megatron in this. The silver mech would tell him when to stop. Soundwave began to whip with both, force and speed. It would be over much sooner if he just did as told.

Megatron cried out. "Yes, that's it, Soundwave... Treat me harshly..." He moaned. Soundwave didn't like this game at all. But he carried on. He watched his leader squirm and moan and slowly began to understand. This was a punishment. Megatron punished himself for killing the Seeker. Or more like ordering the Seeker dead.

Megatron wanted to clean his conscience.

Soundwave didn't like to be the one delivering this punishment, but somehow felt hopeful at the same time. Perhaps this would also make the silver mech forget about Starscream. Soundwave used the whip aggressively, imagining that he was interrogating an Autobot prisoner. That helped him to use all the force he had.

After one extremely rough whip, Megatron collapsed on his berth, his knees hitting the floor.

"That's enough, Soundwave..." He said breathily. Soundwave turned the electricity off and walked back to the storage compartment. He dropped the disturbing object there and closed the storage quickly. He wished he would never have to open it again. He went back to Megatron and picked him up from the floor.

"Are you alright, my lord?" He asked. Megatron shot him an angry glare. "You really think I'm so weak I can't get up myself?" Megatron snarled furiously and pulled himself away from the telepath. Soundwave stepped back. "I'm sorry, Megatron."

The Decepticon leader sat on his berth and grimaced.

'The wounds,' Soundwave realised. The silver mech signalled the telepath to join him. Soundwave was about to sit beside him, but Megatron grabbed his rear and pulled him onto his lap. They glared at each other. Megatron smirked.

"This looks familiar. Now where have I seen this before?" Soundwave smiled. Megatron was back to his normal self, this was definitely the Megatron he knew and loved.

"Oh, I know! There was this blue and silver mech, about my size, dark and tall..." Megatron murmured. He leaned closer to his subordinate and his voice lowered into a whisper.

"He was handsome, but for some reason, he used a face mask to hide himself from the world... He once told me I was the only one who had seen him without the mask. Pride. That was what I felt then. And when we interfaced, he kept screaming my name..." Megatron licked Soundwave's audio.

"And I felt like nothing in the universe could hurt me. I felt special. And he said he had fantasized about me for millenias... And I told him that I would make his fantasies come true. I wonder if he would do the same for me...?"

Soundwave kissed Megatron's helm. "Yes. I'm certain he would," Soundwave pushed Megatron on his back, "if he knew what those fantasies were." The telepath continued. Megatron chuckled.

"I have lots of fantasies and dreams, the biggest of all to rule the universe. But most of the smaller ones have come true a long time ago. Still there's one thing left... One thing I haven't felt yet."

Soundwave moaned as he felt a hand on his crotch. A teasing and talented hand it was indeed. "What... Do you want, my lord?" Soundwave asked. It was getting harder to think when that hand was touching him. It found it's way to Soundwave's interface wire.

"Give it to me, Soundwave..." He whispered. Soundwave winced and looked down on his leader.

"Connect me to the receiving end. I want a piece of you..." Megatron whispered sensually and fondled Soundwave's interface wire.

Nothing could have surprised the telepath more. Along the years, Soundwave had always been the one receiving energy. Now Megatron wanted him to give it? The mere thought of his leader squirming uncontrollably in his arms made him crazy.

"As you wish, Megatron." Soundwave said. Megatron pushed the telepath to a sitting position and got up. Their faces were merely inches away from each other. And those red optics were so passionate, so demanding.

"I want to be on top, Soundwave. Get off." Soundwave moved aside and sat down beside his leader. Megatron crawled on top of him and sat on his lap. The silver mech caressed Soundwave's helm and neck gently.

Soundwave looked into the optics of the mech above him. Megatron didn't smile, not even sneer. And the usual playful spark in his optics was gone. Megatron was very much serious this time. Soundwave's spark made a happy whirl. This was exactly what he had wanted, Megatron to be serious with him.

He was no longer a toy. He wasn't Starscream's substitute anymore. He was Megatron's partner now. Appreciated, respected... Loved? Not yet, but someday. But now he concentrated on this moment.

Quickly, he pulled his interface wire out and connected them. He pulled Megatron firmly against him and the silver mech powered off his optics in anticipation. Then Soundwave send the first pulse. Megatron threw his head back in a silent cry. Soundwave pressed his lips on Megatron's neck.

He wanted this to last, so he decided to take it slow. He send pulses in irregular pace. Megatron squirmed and groaned in pleasure.

As Soundwave held him close to his spark, he got an idea. Megatron didn't want to bond with him. Soundwave had asked once and received an angry response. Megatron had said that he didn't want a weak point. That was what the silver mech thought a bond-mate was.

But Soundwave had other ways of opening his spark to Megatron and making love to him.

He broke into the silver mech's mind and established a connection between their minds.

He send his own pleasure and all his love through the connection to his leader. He send it all in a powerful surge, at the same time as he send a pulse of energy to the silver mech. He combined the physical and mental energies into massive waves of healing love. He gave his everything to Megatron, and didn't care if nothing was left for himself.

He powered off his optics and listened to his Megatron's moans. They were more beautiful than ever. Soundwave didn't care about his own pleasure, he wanted Megatron to get all he could give to him. He cried tears of joy under the visor that hid his optics from sight.

Megatron was his once more. No one would ever come between them again.

The silver mech moaned and cried, squirmed and pulled but Soundwave's grip didn't loose one bit. Megatron was there, secure in his arms, as it should've always been. Soundwave felt the mech's mind gently scraping against his own, as if testing it out.

The telepath felt Megatron's wonder. He was curious like a sparkling, feeling and testing the foreign mind against his own ardently.

Soundwave let their minds entwine for a short moment.

Megatron's mind was interesting, enticing. It was so unlike any other mind Soundwave had ever felt before, that he briefly wondered if this mech really was Cybertronian.

Megatron's mind was like a beast; sharp and strong, dangerous, yet beautiful. It was stormy and serene at the same time, like a hurricane. The outer sides were in a state of war, but the center was calm and silent like the night.

Megatron's mind was strong, yes, but not nearly as strong as Soundwave's, which was no surprise. The telepath knew that right now he could take control of the silver mech's mind. He could kill him in a split second if he wanted to, he could use him to his advantage, manipulate him, push him aside or whatever he wanted.

He had that power over the silver mech right now. But he would not use it. He caressed the beautiful mind of his leader, sending him words that he wanted to say, love he had for him and soothing his hurt and restless mind.

Distantly, Soundwave heard Megatron release an animalistic roar, he overloaded. The telepath held the silver mech tight, preventing him from collapsing backwards. As Megatron's overload passed, Soundwave gently pushed his mind back to where it belonged and retreated into his own mind once again.

He disconnected them and broke the connection between their minds.

Megatron layed in Soundwave's arms, breathing softly against his shoulder. Soothingly, Soundwave caressed the cannon on Megatron's back. He knew it was very sensitive to touch, therefore the perfect spot for comforting caresses. The black marks on the silver mech's back were probably aching.

"Soundwave...?" Megatron questioned quietly. "I'm here." Soundwave responded. "What was that... That music?" Soundwave kissed the silver mech's helm. "It was me. My mind." He answered. Megatron held his breath for a while. "Your mind?"

Soundwave smiled, though Megatron couldn't see it. "Yes. I connected our minds. The melody you heard is me, it comes from my mind." Megatron moved a little. "You are the melody or you create it?" He asked. Soundwave smiled. Megatron was so curious about it he almost laughed. To Soundwave the melody was always there, a natural part of who he was.

"I am the melody."

Megatron wrapped his arms lazily around Soundwave.

"You are beautiful." He said and kissed the telepath's neck tenderly.

"So are you."

Megatron let out a satisfied sigh. Soundwave broke easily into his mind again. The silver mech was content but tired. Soundwave smiled as he caressed his beloved, both physically and mentally. The quiet, soothing melody of his mind lulled the Decepticon leader into recharge.