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Chapter fourteen
When the ceremony was over, Soundwave and Optimus Prime were escorted to the royal palace's chambers. There they were left alone, to be with each other. But now the silence reigned heavily around them.
The paint that had adorned Prime's body was smeared and he was still running hot from the bonding session. He took out a rag from his subspace and wiped the gold paint off.
"At least I won't ever have to do that again," Prime said lightly.
Soundwave couldn't respond.
Prime grabbed Soundwave's hand and pulled him further into the rooms. They were giant and immaculate, filled with precious objects and impossible wealth.
"I hate ceremonies and presentations. I always feel like an idiot at them," Prime muttered darkly.
He then let go of Soundwave's hand and passed into a smaller room – the washracks. Optimus stepped under the stream and began to scrub the smears of paint from his frame until they were gone.
The Autobot turned back to Soundwave standing in the doorway.
"You do know the rights afforded to you with this position, right? For now, they have been suspended, by me. They will be reinstated with time."
"Affirmative," Soundwave said.
The telepath looked out of place, where he stood. With the newness of his altmode and the unfamiliarity of the heavy weight fixed onto his back, his posture also looked somewhat off-balanced. Paint was smudged across his own chassis; the meticulous silver detailing that the femme had drawn onto him ruined and mixed with gold streaks from Prime's own paint.
"Where are my quarters? I wish to retire for the rest of the cycle." A pause. "With your permission."
Prime smirked. "You will retire with me. I have use for you."
The Autobot stepped out of the shower racks and shook, sending drops of solvent everywhere. He approached his newly instated consort until he had the younger mech pressed up against a wall. Prime reached up and tweaked the edge of a solar paneled wing. "I haven't been able to play with this new body of yours. You must be curious to see how it works…"
The solar wing jerked at the touch, its reflective panel activating immediately to give out an electrical discharge with a noticeable crack. Optimus snatched his fingers away from the shock.
"My apologies." Soundwave sounded flustered, even through the synthesizer. "Involuntary reaction. Current calibration of newly installed appendage: 76%. Defence component: not tested."
The solvent mixed in with the dried paint, liquefying it into a smudged mess around both their chestplates. Soundwave demurely dimmed the brightness of his visor and turned his helm away, feigning submissiveness. Hidden behind his hips and pressed against the wall, his hands clenched with discomfort.
"What position would my Prime prefer to see me in?"
Optimus reached up and pinched the wing again just so he could feel the flustered energy leak from Soundwave…despite the painful zap. "It's no problem. It's actually rather interesting."
Prime pushed Soundwave out and walked around him, his hand tracing over all of the new curves. The large mech's palm traced over Soundwave's panel, along his curved backstruts and back up to the telepath's helm.
"I must say this streamlined body of yours is much more attractive. Not as blocky," Prime praised. "Though I would have preferred the bulk be left on your chassis. I liked it there. I'll have to put in a modification request so it's the same as before. These wings," Prime touched them again. "Suitable for you. Colour…blue needs to be slightly lighter…more like your old color. White accenting…looks very good."
Already Soundwave's fans began to spin faster at the attention he was receiving. "Thank you, my Lord."
Prime leaned against Soundwave's front and rubbed suggestively at the area right above his gestation chamber. "You will make a fine looking carrier for my offspring."
This time, both of Soundwave's wings crackled with electricity and the segmented pieces swiveled sideways and back, loudly scraping against the wall behind him. The plating protecting his gestation chamber trembled beneath Prime's touch.
Though Prime said had increased Soundwave's apprehension tenfold; he knew that it was inevitable and he knew that it would strengthen his position underneath Prime but to produce a sparkling for him…the notion was overwhelming and uncomfortable. Soundwave had never felt such rage at the insinuation of being regarded as a brood mare and yet simultaneously, his once dormant breeding protocols had flared online to obnoxiously preen at the compliment.
"It is a great honour," Soundwave managed to simper before deliberately adding, "however; it is unlikely that you will be successful in sparking me this cycle." He paused, searching Prime's expression for the disappointment he was sure to enjoy seeing and then continued to explain. "Connecting valve between gestation chamber and lasercore: removed. Connection points: intentionally damaged. Necessary precaution. Surgery needed for part replacement."
Prime fell silent and he stepped away from Soundwave. "I see. While I wasn't specifically referring to tonight…or even anytime soon. I don't have the energy to get you pregnant, unfortunately," Optimus said softly. "However I can see what angle you're trying to get across to me."
Prime started to walk off.
"Thank you for not acting out or do some other unsavoury act during the ceremony. I owe you gratitude for that at least," Prime said, pointing his hand to the right. "My rooms are up here. Have a pleasant recharge."
Soundwave's lip curled behind his mask. He should have felt relief. He was offended instead. "You have no use for me now?"
Prime paused and turned to snarl. "I always have use for you in my berth. However, seeing your response, I thought that I'd be charitable and let you spend the night relaxing and coming to terms with recent events."
"We have already consummated our union. Numerous times," Soundwave said. "You do not need to perform if you currently lack the energy."
The telepath's vents hissed out air and he ran the pad of his index finger over his chestplate, leaving a streak of sticky paint. He inspected his finger before rubbing it off looking thoroughly apathetic.
"Thank you," Soundwave said. "Excuse me. I must wash."
With his solar panels still twitching, Soundwave silently padded over to the washracks.
Optimus chose to ignore the jab, and instead pointed a finger to the right. "Your rooms are there. Someone will be there in the morning with energon."
Then the Autobot walked off and disappeared into the shadows. Soundwave half-turned from underneath the strong shower spray, staring at the open doorway.
"And not enough energy to discipline your bitch, I see," Soundwave muttered to himself.
Optimus Prime was sprawled across his throne chair in his private rooms while an almost empty fluted glass of sim energon was held in his hand. It soon slipped from his grasp and joined the other smashed glasses on the floor. As soon as a drone would come to clean it up, Prime hissed and shooed it away.
The Autobot stood and made a remorseful, lonely sound deep in his vocaliser. Another statue fell to the floor, shattered with all the others around the room. He paced unsteadily around the room, sometimes wandering out onto the veranda to stare at the vastness of space. The stars glittered back down at him and Prime angrily paced back inside.
"Call for Ultra Magnus," he finally snapped at the palace's AI.
It acquiesced with a cool, "Yes sir."
"Tell him to bring some…some candied energon. I don't know."
"Yes sir, right away."
Still angry, Optimus poured himself another drink and padded back over to his throne to sit heavily upon it. The astroseconds slowly slipped by until half of a cycle passed. Just when the Autobot was beginning to grow angry again, he heard the achingly familiar pedesteps of his estranged lover approaching.
The door to his chamber opened and Prime nearly lurched up out of his chair with the need to beg Ultra Magnus for forgiveness. He made a high, thin noise and beckoned Ultra Magnus in further.
"Please…Magnus," he said softly. "Give me company. Please."
Ultra Magnus smacked the tray he was holding down onto the table with a resounding clang. Bitterness was edged onto every feature of his faceplates and his mouth was pressed into a sour line.
"Tell your bondmate to give you company, Orion. I'm just a commander in your army. Nothing more, nothing less."
"You're much more than that!"
A pause and Optimus slumped over.
"He isn't here," Optimus said lowly. "He didn't want to be with me. I understand that. I don't want to be with him either. Just… won't you even agree to talk to me? I've been trying to get you in the same room with me since I got here."
"Has It ever occurred to you that I don't want to be with you either? Particularly on the ceremony of your bonding?"
The look Optimus gave him spoke of such misery that Magnus exhaled noisily and folded his arms across his chest, looking at everything but the other mech.
"Fine."
Optimus unsteadily stood up from his throne again and walked over to his ex-lover. He stopped a short distance away from Ultra Magnus and stared dejectedly at the floor.
"I know nothing I could say would make a difference in how you feel about me right now. But please…hear me. I'm sorry…please," Optimus pleaded. He slid down onto the floor until he was holding onto Magnus' legs. "It was all a mistake. I… I never meant…!"
Ultra Magnus stepped back with an exasperated sound. "Stop it. You're being pathetic," he snapped.
He walked around Optimus, past the broken pieces of glass and settled himself heavily onto one of the chairs in the room.
"Mistake or no mistake, what's done is done," Magnus said flatly, staring at his once-lover with a gaze void of any warmth. "There is no us anymore. There will never be an us. I hope you realize this because from now on, I refuse to waste the rest of my existence pining after you, waiting like I have done for all these eons. And for what? This betrayal of yours? No, I am better than that. Better than what you think you can give me."
Optimus sat dejectedly on the floor, staring off at a side column. He nodded with each of Magnus' words in complete agreement until he breathed in a deep sigh.
"I understand," Optimus finally said, looking away. "It's your right to pursue someone better than me. Someone who can give you the attention you deserve. It's what I did, right? I was bored and lonely on Earth so I found someone who would be able to satisfy me."
The Autobot stood up and returned to his throne. He could not see Magnus from where he was sitting, with his limbs untidily spread out.
"I'm really sorry you know. Even if you don't believe me…I do love you, Dion."
"Love doesn't matter. Not anymore," Magnus tiredly replied. "I suspect you'll learn to love…that Decepticon eventually. And even if you don't, it still doesn't matter. I expect that you'll find yourself offlined in your own berth with a blade in your spark and it'll be exactly what you deserve."
The glass Optimus had in his hands crunched together in his fist after Magnus finished speaking and he breathed out a deep, strained noise. The broken pieces fell onto the floor again.
"I don't know what I can do to prove I love you. That what I did was a mistake. Rip my spark out? I mean, he's my bondmate now. And I… I care for Soundwave. I don't love him. But he's… a part of me now too whether he likes it or not."
Ultra Magnus didn't answer immediately. He sat with his knees apart and his helm bowed down and silence slowly trickled by until he finally spoke.
"I want us to heal, Optimus. I really do. But don't ask me to forgive you right now…not when I'm sitting here, on the night of your bonding, knowing that you willingly threw us away. Give me a little time, please."
Prime hung his head. "Yes I understand. It's your decision in the end, Dion. I'll abide by whatever you set down. Even if that means you want a transfer… just tell me and I'll make it happen."
He stood and paced over towards his private veranda again, then turned swiftly back around and returned to Magnus.
"You know me Dion," Optimus said desperately, grabbing the seated mech's hands to hold them in his own. "Look, look what's happening to me. I was never like this before. I wasn't ever so cold and callous and… treacherous."
The Autobot leader bent down on his knees and split his chest, revealing the Matrix. The glint of the jewel was dim and the internal wiring was wrapped around the handles, making it apparent that it could not be removed.
"This thing is eating me alive. It's—"
Optimus stopped and straightened up, closing his chassis. Across the dark flooring and to the balcony he could see a reflective surface of a solar paneled wing.
"It's what…?" Magnus prompted.
"Soundwave…" Optimus said softly.
Ultra Magnus' already present frown deepened when Prime looked down at him with a cool expression on his face.
"I must see why my bondmate feels the need to spy on me. This discussion will have to be held another time. Good evening Magnus," Optimus said.
The other Autobot didn't bother protesting. "Whatever," he muttered.
At this point, Optimus nodded and walked out of the room to step onto the balcony. He didn't immediately see anything, but as he rounded the huge balcony he could see the telepath hovering in a corner.
"You do not need to spy on me," Optimus remarked, folding his arms across his chest. "While I may have revoked your rights to order troops, you still have the powers of the Royal Consort. You can force anyone to leave a room… but myself."
Soundwave said nothing at first, but it was evident from the dark red of his visor that he was incensed at being caught so soon. The angled edges of both his wings twitched with annoyance before he hitched them up higher and closer to his back.
"Forcing others from the room would serve me no purpose," Soundwave said tonelessly, and then bowed deeply. "My deepest apologies, my lord. It was not my intention for you to catch me."
"Obviously," Optimus replied. The mech then leaned heavily against the wall and rubbed at his face before looking up, one bright blue optic glinting from between his fingers. "Join me in my chambers, since you're so curious.
Optimus straightened and padded unsteadily back inside. Magnus had already gone, as Prime had expected. The Autobot collapsed heavily onto his throne and motioned to the telepath with one finger.
"Come here."
Soundwave stood at the entrance of the balcony and glanced at the mess Optimus had left on the floor with the broken glasses. He stepped reluctantly inside and strolled unhurriedly towards his seated bondmate before stopping in front of him. Surrounded by all the opulence the room had to offer with its detailed and rich decoration and expensive materials, Soundwave stood like a masked, ominous presence that was all sharp angles and sharp talons. He stuck out like a sore servo.
"You are overcharged," Soundwave stated, unimpressed.
"As I have the right to be," Prime replied, equally unimpressed. The Autobot leaned back in his chair, his blue optics darkening further. He idly tapped a digit on the arm of his throne while he stared at the mech's body.
"Turn around," Optimus ordered with a thick voice. "Why are you spying on me?"
Soundwave unenthusiastically turned around, presenting Prime with his back. The bulk of his folded wings were located high above his waist, close to his shoulders. The lower panels sat neatly against their pivots, the blade-like tips pointing inwards towards each other.
"Spy," Soundwave began, "definition: to observe secretly and collect information for later use."
"You are being quite smart with me," Prime observed as he admired the telepath's backside. "But unfortunately for you, my sly bondmate, you are in fact, my bondmate. Irrevocably. And unless you have a death wish and want to off me already... as you well know our fates are quite tightly tied. I know you're not the self-sacrificing suicidal type either, so don't play me for a complete fool."
"I have no wish to offline," Soundwave replied sullenly, tilting his helm back so he could gaze back at Prime from the corner of his visor. "Is there any other angle you would like to look at me from?"
Optimus smirked. "Bend over and smack your aft the way I like it."
Soundwave whirled around so fast that his joints creaked. "Suggestion: retry."
Optimus slammed his energy field harshly into Soundwave like a physical force. When the mech flinched, Optimus bared his denta and snapped them aggressively.
"I said bend over and smack your aft."
One of Soundwave's wings swiveled out in protest, electricity crackling over it. The Decepticon made an angry staticky hiss through his vocalizer and turned around again. He slid his pedes apart and bent over. The cables between his pelvic joints pulled, visible to the other mech he was displaying himself to. With one hand gripping his ankle struts, Soundwave twisted his other arm behind his back so he could smack his own aft hard with the palm of his hand.
Optimus grinned with satisfaction at the loud metallic sound that rang out. He leaned forward and traced the edges of the lower half of Soundwave's codpiece before sitting back in his chair.
"You look sexy. Especially," here Prime leaned up again and traced the arch of Soundwave's hips, "the curves."
After a moment, Prime finally composed himself.
"Turn back around. Sit on my lap," Prime instructed, pointing to himself.
Soundwave smoothly straightened himself and turned back to face Optimus. With the mask and visor on, it was impossible to tell what facial expression he was currently making. It was doubtful that it was complimentary…if the slight sizzle on the edge of his energy field was any indication. He settled himself onto Optimus' lap, his off-white thighs astride over the Autobot's legs. When Optimus jostled his knee, Soundwave was forced to grab the throne to keep his balance.
"I am not an interfacing toy," Soundwave said haughtily, staring down at Optimus with his arms stretched over his helm.
Prime snickered. He reached around and cupped Soundwave's aft, fully feeling the plating while he dipped his fingers into the exposed wiring between Soundwave's leg and pelvic unit. It was warm and Soundwave gave off a small measure of increased heat.
"I know you aren't. I never said you were. Still doesn't mean I don't want to look at you," Prime replied, running his hand up along Soundwave's thick chassis.
"We're in this together, you know. Have you paused to realize what that means? Outside of whatever schemes you've cooked up in your processor."
Soundwave haughtily turned to look to the other side, prompting Optimus to chuckle.
"Take your visor and mask off."
When Optimus passed his hand possessively over Soundwave's gestation tank, Soundwave reacted by grabbing the other mech's hand to stop him. It was intimate, almost intrusive and Soundwave squeezed the larger servos in his palm as if he was going to yank it away.
The coverings slid back and the face that stared back at Prime was young, with an agitated expression on it. Soundwave's optics were dim, their edges appearing more tapered than usual. Above the triangular chinguard, Soundwave was pressing his lips together tightly.
"I refuse to be the trophy bitch, Prime," Soundwave finally said, his real voice quiet. "I hope you realize that."
Prime pursed his lips petulantly as he stared at Soundwave's exposed lips for a long second. "Why not? You don't want to be my favourite?" He moved his hands up, lightly settling them on the telepath's hips. "What do you want?"
The full lips Optimus was staring at parted as their owner nervously licked them, taken back by the question. They opened, readying to speak. "I want—" before snapping shut again. Soundwave's optics flickered and he averted his gaze, refusing to look at Prime. "Insufficient data. Opinion: currently inconclusive," he finally replied, now looking more sulky than anything.
Optimus sighed and leaned away. "You know I don't like it when you talk like that," he muttered. "If you don't have an opinion, then why do you act as you do? Unless you're unwilling to say it."
Again, Soundwave refused to speak. Deciding on a different tactic, Optimus rubbed his hands along Soundwave's finely shaped thighs.
"This body suits you, you know," Optimus said. "Even if you don't like it, I enjoy it. It's much curvier. Though I wonder how troublesome those solar panels will be… I feel myself getting smacked in the face from them often."
"Previous alt-mode: easier to fool humans," Soundwave said distractedly. "Would now be obsolete. Current alt-mode: much more practical. Solar appendages….still calibrating. Optimus Prime getting smacked in the face with them: very likely."
As if to emphasise a point, the wings made a distinct electrical crackle. Soundwave actually looked annoyed at that and he even glanced over his shoulder, like he was going to scold a separate entity. Soundwave then returned his attention back to Prime and stared down at the hands that were still stroking his thighs. Optimus' thumbs press against the seams of Soundwave's armour and he felt the tingle as they rubbed upwards. When they rubbed down again, Soundwave exhaled heavily; his own plating already betraying him by heating up from the attention.
Optimus smiled and he shifted his hips forward so he could stretch. His blue optics flickered impishly.
"Won't you dance for me? I know you can," Prime idly said as he continued to rub the tips of his fingers against Soundwave's hips. "Or if you would prefer not to… tell me a story. Or ask me a question."
Soundwave's orange optics brightened a little at the request. "I have not danced in a very long time. Before the War. Dance routines known: local Polyhexian pleasure dance. Are you sure?"
Prime shifted again underneath Soundwave and his optics were visibly brighter. "Well. Long as this Polyhexian dance doesn't involve ripping off appendages I think I'd like it," he replied, reaching around to smack Soundwave's aft with both of his palms.
"No. You would not appreciate that sort of dance. Pity. I was once very good at it," Soundwave replied.
"You're playing coy right now but I know you want it just as much as I. Or you're jealous and trying to play a game," Optimus observed.
With that, Soundwave neatly slid off the larger mech's lap and sauntered around the room. He idly took an energon candy from the tray that Ultra Magnus dropped in earlier. Just applying a little bit of pressure had the sweet's thin shell crack and ooze energon syrup all over his fingertips.
So he stood there for a long moment until he slowly, slowly began to move. It was small movements at first as he familiarised himself with going through the motions of the dance. Soundwave rolled his shoulders while his wings swiveled out and laxly hung from their joints. They swung along with him, to and fro as he began to gain confidence in his dance.
"We, the dancers…would stand on raised platforms," Soundwave intoned, raising his arms above his head while he swayed back and forth erratically, steps seemingly lacking any coordination or rhythm. "Attire: barest pieces of armour. Interface arrays: bare. Patrons: below us watching."
But the more he moved, the more it was evident that there was some sort of pattern to the way he sidestepped and stamped his pedes down. He swiped a couple of the candies off the tray and retracted his interface panel so that he could ease the small round sweets past the small hole of his valve. They disappeared up inside him with little coaxing.
"Faster, faster…heating up," Soundwave explained with disjointed sentences, twirling lithely around the room with his arms bent in front of his chassis, hands held straight outwards.
When he arched his back, thrusting his chest out in invitation, his words began to make sense. The energon sweets stuffed up inside his tight valve had already broken with the tinniest flexing of his inner walls. The heat of his valve quickly thinned out the viscous filling of the sweets until it began to bead around his folds, some even splattering down onto his pale thighs.
Optimus watched, completely hypnotized. His hand drifted down between his legs and he spread his legs to rub openly at his panel. "You look good… very good. And those wings." His optics flicked down to Soundwave's leaking valve and he groaned deeply. He slumped back further in his throne chair and purred out, "Come here. I haven't licked your valve yet, have I? When's the last time my bondmate had his valve eaten out?"
Soundwave actually faltered at his dance and Optimus stood up, wandering over to the berth so he could sit on the edge. The big mech scooted back, lounging among the luxurious pillows like a powerful god.
"Come," Optimus beckoned invitingly. "Join me."
It was as if he was being lured. Soundwave danced closer and closer until he reached the edge of the berth, where Prime was. His hips undulated, movements smooth and seamless like liquid and though there was no music playing through the room's speakers; clearly it was unneeded. Soundwave stared unfalteringly at the other mech, bestowing upon him his full attention, the corner of his mouth quirked upwards just slightly.
There were faint magenta streaks decorating down his inner thighs, glistening wetly in the light. He was running so hot that even the sweets' brittle casing had melted, clinging to the edges of his valve rim and folds.
"The most generous patron would have the honour of extracting the last treat. Filling: potent. Usually laced with a narcotic," Soundwave continued to explain.
As he did so, Soundwave revealed another candy he had hidden in his hands. With two fingers, he spread the opening of his valve, pushing back the folds so he could stuff the last treat inside himself. His rim quivered helplessly as he traced it with finger, invitingly.
Optimus reached forward and grabbed Soundwave bodily. Optimus pushed Soundwave down before surging over him. He kissed Soundwave's lips briefly, laying a trail of rushed kisses all the way down his chassis until he reached the telepath's interface.
He drew Soundwave's legs up over his shoulders as he leaned down to spread the thighs open wide. With a wiggle of his glossa, Optimus proceeded to lick the rim of Soundwave's valve, lapping up all the sweet tasty energon that had leaked out. Optimus then stuck his glossa inside and his optics flickered as the last treat burst on his glossa, spilling across his lips to run down his chin.
"Tasty, hot little fuck, aren't you?" Optimus praised.
"Shut up," Soundwave growled weakly, though he whined when Optimus pressed his glossa back inside his valve to carefully work at more of the candies inside.
Soundwave could feel the tip of that glossa pressing against one of his main anterior nodes; the tiny bump hard against it and each time his bondmate massaged it, Soundwave would tense with pleasure. Then Soundwave's vents began to hitch, drawing in air sharply to cool his body. He was enjoying the attention and his thighs trembled faintly with pleasure.
"Here," he gasped, unable to stop himself from jabbing his hips up to Prime's face.
Soundwave's long fingers pressed his folds apart, pulling his rim up to expose the area around his main anterior node. The heady scent of his arousal mixed with the energon sweets, hot oils and tangy energy. The opening of his valve pulled in on itself tightly, trapping Optimus' glossa inside him and then he pushed out, the slightly raised rim widening with a hot gush of fresh lubricant.
"Please…here, lick. Inside…" Soundwave whispered pleadingly, the corners of his mouth wet with oral oils.
Optimus' expression might have been surprised. Obviously Soundwave had not received this kind of attention in a long time. He returned to his attentions with renewed vigor, curling his glossa along the inside of the rim to rub at Soundwave's primary node.
"Your valve tastes so sweet and delicious," Optimus murmured, his voice muffled.
The Autobot lapped up the emerging lubricant and candied sweets, getting them smeared across his lips and cheeks. Prime slid his hands underneath Soundwave's aft to push his hips up so he could reach inside his bondmate's valve even further. His glossa probed at the engorged node before Prime twisted his helm slightly to seek out the next smaller one.
One of Soundwave's legs wound over Optimus' broad shoulder, the tip of his pede rubbing down the main seam of the Autobot's back. His wet fingers moved up to grip the sides of Optimus' helm, thumbs sliding up the long, elegant finials.
"Please, please…" he moaned, bending his knees while he pushed his shoulders back onto the berth.
The wings snapped out then, the tips hanging off the edges of the berth. They thumped uncontrollably against the berth and the solar panels shimmered brightly like liquid silver, arcs of electricity surging down the reflective surface. Soundwave made a high sound in his vocalizer when overload finally hit him. Lubricant flowed from the tightly clenching hole of his valve, each clench forcing out more and more thick fluid past the opening and down the curve of his aft.
Optimus sat up, apparently pleased how quickly he had gotten Soundwave to cum. He wiped the fluid from his face and lounged back on the berth in a satisfied sort of way. "Obviously you haven't had that for a while, your valve quivered so readily," Prime commented with a smirk. "And those sweet moans… very melodic."
Soundwave was avoiding Optimus' gaze, evidently a little mortified at how easily he had given in. His shoulders and wings continued to give faint twitches, his body still recovering from his overload high. He didn't reply – he didn't have to.
Instead, Soundwave rolled over and pulled himself closer to the other mech, worming himself in between the strong thighs. The orange optics flickered upwards, holding Optimus' stare for a brief moment before they coyly looked away. Soundwave worked with small, almost shy licks against the still-closed panel of his bondmate's codpiece. First, he traced the raised ridges with the tip of his wet glossa and coated the rectangular seam with his oral oils before he moved his attention to the stretched cables between Optimus' armour gaps. Soundwave lapped along the thickest one and nipped at it lightly with his sharp denta just so he could soothe it with slow, open-mouthed kisses.
Prime's optics lightened and he tilted his helm back. The solar paneled wings were presented to him and he reached forward to squeeze the edge of one. It crackled under his fingers, but this time it didn't shock him. Curious, the Autobot pinched the other wing and watched it change colour.
"I'm not sure…does that feel good to you? Or are they still too sensitive yet?" Prime wondered.
However, the Autobot's panel remained firmly closed, as if he was paying no attention to Soundwave's attempts at getting it open. Soundwave exhaled heavily and stopped, only to press his cheek against it.
"Not sensitive… not much sensors," he murmured, voice muffled against the metal. "Sensors calibrated to react with temperature, electrical stimulation and energy. Hinges and joints more pressure sensiti—"
When Optimus experimentally pulled at one wing from the joint, Soundwave's sentence dwindled into a short yelp and the wing fluttered in his hands from the attention.
"Oops, sorry," Optimus quickly replied, removing his hands. "I've touched a Seeker's wings before…and obviously Prowl's. But I've never seen these so I don't know how to treat these."
Finally to play nicely – and because he couldn't resist anymore – Optimus opened his panel for his probing bondmate. The tip of his spike remained firmly nestled in its spike housing, revealing how much self-control he had. The folds of his valve glistened with a light sheen of lubricant as well, but Prime reached down with one hand to play with the tubing of Soundwave's neck, pressing at it to hinder the flow.
"You're so eager. Why the change in mood?"
It was like a switch. Immediately the orange in the telepath's optics dimmed, the colour practically smouldering like embers from a fire. He tipped his helm back, the energon and coolant racing faster through his neck tubing with even greater excitement than before.
"Optimus," he trilled out softly, lowering his helm closer to the other mech's interface, deliberately allowing the large fingers to press harder against his tubing. He extended his glossa and dragged the flat of it slowly from the base of Optimus' valve, the tip dipping teasingly inside, slowly up to the wide spike housing. There was a loud sound of suction when Soundwave mouthed around the protruding spike tip and sucked hard.
The polished surface of the wall behind them caught the reflection of the Decepticon's aft raised up high from where he knelt, the entrance of his valve glistening and empty.
Prime's optics darkened and his vents sped up when he finally activated the coding to extend his spike fully, impressive with its long and thick shaft and its heavily ridged, flared tip pressing up into the air eagerly. He grabbed Soundwave's helm, shoving his fingers into the telepath's mouth. The Decepticon sucked on his fingers, rolling them across his glossa.
"Now…" Prime said after he pulled his digits free. "What is it my bondmate wants from me?"
Soundwave surged up to straddle Prime's lap. He reached down, fingers seeking out the mech's sizable spike.
"You," Soundwave answered, taking his bondmate's cock into his hand. "Your optics. On me…only on me."
He acted as if he had gone crazy with lust for the Autobot leader, and perhaps he had. Leaning forward, pushing his hips against Optimus' body so that he could rub the hot opening of his valve against the big cock he held. Sticky lubricant and energon syrup smeared across the spike's ridges and pressed his slick valve folds against it, moaning quietly while he teased himself.
Prime's optics were dim and his hands were firmly placed on Soundwave's aft. His vents expelled hot air and he blindly went along with his mate until he suddenly seem to realize what he was doing and snapped out of his trance.
With a snarl, Optimus surged upwards and flipped Soundwave underneath him. He grabbed the Decepticon's hands and pushed them up so he could lean down and kiss Soundwave with passionate fervor. Optimus took great pleasure in pushing his glossa past Soundwave's swollen lips to ravage the inside.
"Seducing the Prime… punishment is death," Optimus murmured as he lifted his hips, roughly shoving Soundwave over to lay on his front. Optimus leaned down, pushing Soundwave's thighs open so he could run his lips along a smooth inner thigh. "As the Royal Consort…you get to seduce me all you want."
Soundwave was too far gone to even dignify that with an answer. He raised his aft up, with his knees spread on the berth and presented himself properly.
"I was unaware that you required seducing," Soundwave murmured with a low, thick voice.
He reached between his own legs and spread his folds between his fingers, pulling them outwards to show the willing hole of his valve. Fluids had already welled up around the lip and when Soundwave exerted more pressure, widening the rim even more so that a glimpse of his inner walls could be seen, the fluid trickled down his interface.
Optimus admired the sight, ducking down so he could press his lips against the folds. He teasingly passed his glossa over Soundwave's finger before pressing past the tight rim to lick up any remains of the syrupy energon treats. Hot wet lubricant leaked out onto his mouth, dripping down his chin and neck cords as Optimus pressed his glossa in further, stimulating Soundwave's anterior node directly.
He heard the telepath release a rapid sequence of clicks, muffled into the berth's mattress from the intense stimulation. Soundwave rocked his aft in the air and his wings shook with lust. The solar panels activated one by one in his pleasure, shimmering with their iridescent light.
"Prime…" Soundwave called out, turning his helm to the side so that he could glare at his bondmate. His glare would have been formidable had it not been for his rapidly flickering optics and the half-delirious look of pleasure on his features.
Optimus looked up with an equally as ineffective glare. He tried to snarl menacingly to keep Soundwave in line and then mounted his bondmate, sliding his body over the telepath's to rest heavily on him. He was much bigger than the Decepticon and his cock rubbed along a juncture between Soundwave's pelvic unit and leg. While Optimus reached back and positioned himself, the bulbous tip of his cock spread the folds of his mate's wet valve, forcing them out while the rim slowly yielded to accept him inside. With a pop the very tip was in and Optimus wasted no time by slamming his hips forward, shoving his cock all the way inside. Soundwave didn't waste any time either – slamming his own aft back to meet Optimus' thrust. He lowered his chest to the berth fully, tilting his hips at a high angle so that the deeply ridged surface of Optimus' shaft would rub against the back of his valve lining.
"Prime: fucks like a drone with a 16-bit processing chip," Soundwave growled and gnashed his sharp denta at his mate challengingly. "If this had been a Decepticon claiming session, you would have been thrown out of the game by now."
Optimus slammed his hips forward, his cock penetrating Soundwave fully and forcing the tiny inlet to start to dilate or risk damage.
"You fucking slut," he snarled, raising his arm up so he could forcibly grasp Soundwave's throat and squeeze. "You know as well as I you came to me for a reason. And that reason wasn't because your Decepticon friends love fucking you."
With Prime's strong fist cutting off most of the coolant and energon flowing through his cpu, Soundwave made a muffled choking noise and took a moment to savour the hazy feeling of everything else falling away but the sensation of the large cock that stretched his valve so deep inside.
"I never took the time to find out," Soundwave gasped out, clawing into the mattress. He managed to turn his helm to the side, to stare at the other mech with glittering optics. "Should I?"
Optimus answered by tightening his grip on Soundwave's neck punishingly hard. "I dare you, slut," Optimus whispered before he let go, allowing the telepath some air. "You won't be able to go anywhere after this. Especially not after I send you to Ratchet and have you fixed up…just so I can impregnate you, you fiery, troublesome bitch, would you like it—" Optimus punctuated his words by slamming his hips forward, the metal of his pelvic unit squealing against Soundwave's aft, "—if I did that? Made you pregnant with my baby? Your gestation chamber full and heavy with my cum…a little newspark feeding from your body like a little parasite."
Soundwave sobbed from the pleasure that assaulted him mercilessly. It was one thing he couldn't deny how much he got off from Prime's hard, rough technique and knowing the Autobot was more than capable of claiming him, over and over again. The carrier protocols flared back into life, demanding to be sated with a sparkling from this powerful alpha and Soundwave hated himself from wanting it, despite the cold dread he knew would settle down back inside him once the euphoria of their fucking died down.
"You have not seen how troublesome I can be when I am in heat," Soundwave snarled back, placing his palms flat on the berth so he could push his body back. "I will tear you apart. All I require is a few pulses of your spark and your spike pumping transfluid. The rest of your body does not need to be attached."
Optimus laughed. He stretched one leg out behind him, the complicated workings of his pedes gripping into the berth. Now he fucked Soundwave harder, grinding his cock in deep before pulling back halfway, thoroughly enjoying the tight ribbing squeezing around him perfectly.
"I've fucked plenty of mechs in heat before, don't count yourself so special, my bondmate," Optimus purred, rubbing his face against the back of Soundwave's neck.
"My heat cycle: different from the others," Soundwave proclaimed, craning his neck back so that he could kiss along the line of Optimus' jaw.
Soundwave couldn't last long. His gestation inlet was now fully dilated and at that angle, the tip of Optimus' spike had breached it fully, lodged inside the space that would lead into his gestation chamber. The intensity was too much, the ecstasy sharp and demanding on his sensors. Soundwave couldn't even move properly, suffocated by the other mech's heavy energy field and weight. His optics flickered rapidly and his lips moved, wet at the seams with oral fluid that he couldn't help trickling down the side of his chin. Finally, Soundwave found himself tipping over the edge. His body seized and he moaned out his bondmate's designation – either as a warning or a call, perhaps both.
Naturally it didn't take Optimus much longer than his bondmate to climax. He dug his pede hard into the berth and pushed his cock in deep, holding his position until he was finished spurting hot cum into Soundwave's gestation tank. When it was over the energy seemed to drain out of him and he shifted back, his cock sliding back up into its housing. The large mech slumped over onto the berth and flipped himself around so he was laying on his back, limbs spread. Soundwave teetered over and rested on his side, his optics staring right at Optimus
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Optimus Prime…" Soundwave began. His vents labored still, trying to expel hot air from their intensive interface. "Do you truly intend on sparking me?"
Optimus tilted his head away from the penetrating stare. "To…secure the bonds, the Council will have it no other way. They wish for heirs. The Matrix wishes for heirs. I will fulfill the desire."
It was exactly what Soundwave was expecting Optimus Prime to say. The telepath stood up.
"Understood," he said simply, though in reality he didn't know what to think. "By your leave, Lord Prime."
Soundwave left for his own assigned quarters, uncomfortable with the prospect of recharging next to the Autobot.
End of arc one
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