This is a StarTrek version of Transformers. Human version of Romulan!Megatron x Vulcan!Shockwave.
Awkward Passion: Ch 3
Shockwave stood outside of his Captain's debriefing room, waiting for Megatron to acknowledge his presence and let him inside. It would seem that Megatron felt it necessary to make him wait. Possibly a show of power or simply just a test of his will. Shockwave would normally be content to wait all day.
This was hardly a normal situation.
After several minutes of standing at the door, his diminishing patience vanished and he found himself hitting the call button again, holding it down long enough to let it ring annoyingly through the room.
"Come." Megatron's voice was sharp and commanding. Perhaps the novelty of the whole situation was starting to wear thin on the Romulan General.
Walking into the room briskly, he clenched his hands behind his back. "Lord Megatron. I apologize for this unorthodox situation, but surely you can see the logic to allowing me to return to-"
"Do not spout that logic drivel at me, Vulcan." Megatron stood up, turning to admire the many decorative swords and weapons adorning his walls. "Where is the logic in allowing an underling failure such as yourself to order around their leader? What you have done today could be considered a question of my leadership. Treason in some circles. Had you been anyone else, I would have had your ship shot down the first time you opened your pitiful mouth."
It would seem Shockwave would have been better off suffering a miserable death on his ship. At least then he would have kept his status and rank. He thought over Megatron's words carefully.
"Had I been anyone else. Then you still find me useful. You will not kill me or punish me for this. You still need my information and skills."
There was silence as Megatron's fingers lovingly graced the handle of an old well used sword. "How is your eye, Shockwave?"
Shockwave's fingers twitched as he resisted the urge to reach up and stroke a scar long healed and covered up. "It is… Functional."
"Liar. Your medical records state that you refuse to get a proper implant. You are still using the cybernetic replacement. It is by far inferior to what we or your own people have offered you. What logic is there in an information officer who can only see properly out of one eye?"
"My cybernetic eye offers me a certain range of vision that is useful when linking up to computers that are heavily protected by encryption." It was the truth, though they both knew that a proper implant replacement would not only work at a higher function, it could also be modified to hack into systems automatically.
Megatron moved to stand face to face to the spy. Reaching up, his fingers slowly traced around the traces of what was left of his scars. "Is it sentimental? A reminder of the day you first came before me? A reminder that I let you live, Vulcan? Or does it go further than that?"
Closer still, Megatron met Shockwave's gaze. For a moment, Shockwave was certain that his leader could feel the fire burning deep inside him. The shameful urges and need that would soon rip him apart and kill him if he did not find relief.
"I challenged you back then… Tested your loyalty to me. You did not back down and you passed… But you refused to fight me. You denied a warrior a battle and paid the price for it. Now… Here you are again…" Megatron's hand drifted down over his chest, pressing against the raging heat locked away inside.
"Perhaps this time… You will give me a proper battle, Vulcan." Leaning in, lips brushed over his pointed ear, chapped and rough. "I challenge you, Shockwave. Prove yourself to me again… You cannot deny me this time. You will show me your true self."
Shockwave somehow managed to remain still, vaguely aware of his trembling frame, his nails digging into the palm of his hand till they were tainted green. Deep, ragged, barely controlled breathes pushed past his suddenly dry lips.
"I accept, Lord Megatron."