Hey guys, sorry for taking so long on this one. Things took a bad turn in my family. Mom and dad were fighting and I got caught in the middle. Long story short, it cramped my creativity. So now that the drama is 99% officially over, I can get back to my true love- the arts. And Transformers is among them. So I'm all yours again for a few days.
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Soundwave, ever vigilant over his computers for any signs of life headed for Cybertron, what it was carrying, and who it could be; friend or foe, target or lover… to which he hadn't seen since the beginning of the war.
His lover and bondmate, Blaster, had joined the Autobots, based entirely on the idea that his split sparks would be safer. Soundwave bid farewell to his beloved that day, and let his own spark go back into a crazed state… Blaster was the only other split spark that he knew of, and the only one who he could trust. Blaster found his way to Soundwave's porch step when he was desperate for help, cold and shivering in the darkness of night. (1) Soundwave couldn't resist the mech, knowing that this was his only chance to get to know another split spark. As a reward for helping the mech, perhaps from Primus himself, Soundwave found himself falling in love with Blaster. Solar cycles turned into orns, then vorns, and before they knew it, an entire stellar cycle had passed and they bonded. For many stellar cycles they were very happy, with all of their sparklings and rather large property they owned. Too bad good things don't last forever… war came, and they were torn from each other. Soundwave prayed that his love survived the war, as did the rest of the sparklings…
Ravage…
Frenzy…
Reedman…
The losses continued to amount until a winner was declared… the Decepticons. And any Autobots that were still alive were requested as capture, not kill. He prayed that each ship that came onto radar, each transmission that broke his concentration, every active dot on the screen; was Blaster somewhere- returning to him… of his own free will.
That answer had yet to come to him.
And what was worse, he was beginning to lose hope. Most of the active Autobots were returned to Cybertron, which was slowly being rebuilt… and no sign of Blaster had yet to show… deceased or otherwise. He'd even take the report that the younger mech was offlined, but he had to know!
A blip on the screen soon interrupted his thoughts as he checked the energy signal… coming from Earth. It was very faint. And… there was more than one… one was… no. His optics must be malfunctioning. It couldn't be. It just… he knew she had died.
One of the energy signals was his little Ravage. She was alive!
"Lord Megatron, request to launch a minor retrieval mission to Earth. Energy signal identified as unit designation: Ravage." Soundwave spoke over his COM link, trying his best to hide his excitement. His little sparkling was alive! Part of his family was functioning!
"Request granted, have Rumble take over communications while you complete the mission using the space bridge. You have 3 solar cycles to complete the mission. After that, return with or without the brat. Understood?" Megatron spoke. He never kidded about these kinds of missions. But Ravage was one of their most important recon agents. Megatron wouldn't let his best agents stranded on an Organic planet. Soundwave ejected Rumble and knodded, taking off for the space bridge hanger.
Though he didn't pay much attention to it, the other energy signal was… getting stronger. Rumble barely noticed it… besides, who's to notice the little blips of energy when entertainment was awaiting at his digit tips? Stolen interfacing recordings didn't watch themselves. (2)
Starscream awoke to the touch of a strong, but restrained servo on the back of his thigh. He moaned as his lover's servo trailed up to his wings and pulled the seeker closer to him, pressing a kiss into his warm lip components.
"Morning Star... my morning star." Megatron said as he broke the kiss, running his servos down Starscream's wings while pressing a kiss into the seeker's forehead. Starscream moaned appreciatively.
"Mmmmph, Megatron… that's the sound I want to wake up to every morning." Starscream said as Megatron pulled him into a taught hug. No one could see them here, so it didn't matter how he acted. If he wanted to cuddle his Starscream, then by Primus, he was going to do it. Here, in his- no, their dulled quarters, where the light barely shown through, courtesy of constant night that covered the planet; they were able to complete whatever acts they wanted to, without judgment from the populous.
"Hey, Megatron…" Starscream asked. Megatron stopped sprinkling kisses on the seeker for him to speak.
"What happened on Earth after I was shot?" Megatron turned over on his back and pulled Starscream into the crook of his shoulder.
"Well," he started "Master started babbling about the stupid machine, then I got up and kicked his sorry aft for shooting you, then I took the Autobots captive with the help of the troops… and after that we packed up and went back to the ship. While we had captured the Autobot medic, he and Hook patched you up enough to get you home, while Thundercracker, Skywarp and I waited outside the room, and after that we came back to Cybertron. The rest… well you know the rest. You haven't been awake for a few days, but I can fill you in on the little details that have happened in your rest." Megatron told the still rather drugged seeker. Hook kept the younger mech on said sedatives because though he fixed all of the larger injuries around the seeker's spark, he didn't want to check for the rest of the damage, if any was there, until Starscream was well on his way to a full recovery, his spark was not stable enough to endure being placed into a surgical situation. The complications that could occur under such stress might damage his spark further, and at this time, while it was still recovering, would offline the young seeker.
Starscream moaned a little as he rested his helm against the warlord's chest, breathing in a big sigh as he relaxed his wings. Megatron placed a small kiss on his forehead as he threw his arm around the younger mech, pulling him securely to his chest.
"Rest Starscream, your systems are still repairing the damage, no reason for you to get worked up about the current events." Megatron stated as he pulled a rather large and puffy blanket up to the seeker's shoulders, covering his wings. Starscream laughed a little, but then relaxed into the older mech's body. Megatron recalled that the more truthful details, but didn't have the spark to tell Starscream Prime defeated the Fallen, not him. But as he sat here with his, - yes, hisseeker; all the events of the battle on Earth seemed so far away.
As Megatron laid his helm against the resting seeker's, who had fallen into recharge when he wasn't looking, he took a deep air intake and released it. His muscular cables relaxed as he settled in for another long day or repetitive rest. Not much could be done while the former reconnaissance and military teams were slowly repairing Cybertron. Each team started off at Tryipticon, slowly repairing the damage to the large metropolis, which served as a base for creating new parts and manufacturing tools they would need in the future if they were going to repair the rest of their planet. The search teams were out scouring the area their planet had drifted for parts and pieces that fell off long ago. They were going to return the pieces to Cybertron, then worry about getting replacements for the sections that could not be found. The junk planet should serve its purpose well in that category. (3)
Shockwave wasn't a happy camper when he returned home that day. He found his sweet little Bee practically being jumped by Barricade, while the others who had been slightly reprogrammed joined in the fun. But he didn't hold the former Autobots at fault, he had them programmed like that because he wanted to have willing pets, not fighting, rebellious hellions who'd sooner blast him than snuggle.
Shockwave was a mech of simplistic pleasures. He liked his energon regular and his oil refined. He enjoyed younger, sleek mechs, and had a fair fetish for minibots. He enjoyed his large house, but never acted vain or preened about it. He reported to Megatron like every other mech in the Decepticon army. Likewise, he completed most tasks like every other mech. Awoke when his alarm went off, ate simple meals, bathed regularly, and loved his pets.
Bumblebee, however, was not just a pet. And watching the fully aware Barricade attempting to take his rather rebellious Bee for a spin hit every circuit in his body with eminent rage.
He stormed over to the younger mech pile and grabbed Bumblebee off the top, pulling him into his arms like a ballerina, wrapping his strong servos around the younger mech. Bumblebee wasn't fairing well from the first glance. He was flustered and clearly needed some… special help. Shockwave turned to the former warriors and frowned as much as the one eyed mech could.
"I'll deal with you later, Barricade. The rest of you get a quick shower and then join us at the dining hall in a megacycle. Bee," Shockwave caught the attention of the yellow youth "come with me. I'll make sure you get cleaned up." Bumblebee barely had time to think as he was gently ushered into the bedroom where he spent the night before. Shockwave pulled him into the washroom and maneuvered him to sit on the tile ledge to the side of the smaller room. He began gently removing the younger bot's armor after he turned on the warm water. Bumblebee moaned as the older mech's servos tugged the rather thin piece of armor off of his interfacing panel. Shockwave didn't let the moan go unnoticed.
"Did they hurt you little Bee?" Shockwave asked, rather politely. Not wanting to scare Bee or make him mad, he approached the conversation gently. Bumblebee shook his helm 'no', but didn't want to meet Shockwave's optics. He felt rather violated by the other bots unproved intimacy, which he hadn't felt in so long… unfortunately he couldn't hold back his need for touch. As a result, he ended up with a hardened cable and a very sorry situation. Shockwave noticed this little accident, but didn't say anything yet. Shockwave pulled off his armor quickly, nothing Bee hadn't seen… but he didn't remember Shockwave being this well built. His muscular cables had been upgraded and his once spindly arms were now shaped and toned. Bumblebee couldn't take his optics off the older mech… he was outright gorgeous.
"Up you go." Shockwave said as he lifted Bee up by placing his servos under Bee's arms and pulling him up to his chest, entering the spray of water. Bumblebee felt the warm water running over his back and shoulders, then to his legs. Shockwave entered and began to clean the younger mech of all traces from his encounter with the others. The problematic area had yet to go unnoticed, but Shockwave wanted to taunt his little Bee just a little more. He continued to rub his little Bee all over as he massaged the cables around his body. Bumblebee felt like he was going to explode. This was taking so long…and he needed Shockwave now!
The older mechs servos wandered down to Bee's midriff. Slowly massaging the younger mech's stomach and lower back, shockwave let his thoughts wander to the first time he had bathed with the younger mech. It was so long ago, all he really remembered was climbing into the tub, half drunk while Bee was way past that point, and then kissing the younger mech. All the rest became a high grade induced dream. Ah those were the days, during the Golden Age. But unfortunately times change, and so do mechs. He became a Decepticon and Bumblebee joined the Autobots…
Shockwave allowed his digits to wander lower as he pulled Bumblebee into his chest, pressing the younger mech close enough to his spark to allow Bee to hear his sparkbeat. Bee didn't waste a second, pressing his audio receiver into Shockwave's chest to hear the slow, steady, healthy beat that rhythmically drummed its way into Bee's processor. Shockwave gently took hold of Bee's hard cable and gave it a few light strokes. This caused Bee to give out a loud yelp as Shockwave shoved him around, so that Bee was facing away from Shockwave. Another few strokes had Bee moaning under his digit tips.
"Mine… mine and mine alone…" Shockwave whispered into Bee's audio receptor as Shockwave pressed his chin into Bee's shoulder to speak. Bumblebee couldn't hold on after that. He came all over Shockwave's hand… with an unexpected surprise.
"Shockwave!!!" The younger mech yelled… in his original voice. Shockwave stopped for a second. He hadn't heard Bee's voice in so long. Everything stopped as Shockwave waited for Bumblebee to catch his air intakes.
Bee stood upright and turned around to Shockwave, clutching his throat cables. He couldn't help but stare at Shockwave as the older mech stared back.
"Bee… you spoke. You actually spoke!" Shockwve embraced the younger mech as heran his digits roughly over the yellow helm. Bumblebee was speechless. After four million years of silence, he'd finally regained his voice… and yet, he couldn't find the words to say what he was feeling for Shockwave right now. (4)
Hate? Lust? Jealousy? Pain?
No… unbelievably enough, his spark felt something familiar.
Safe. Cherished. Loved.
For now, that was more than enough to keep the younger mech latched to Shockwave as the water ran cold and the two stayed there, locked in a crushing embrace of longing and relief.
BLOOPERS (and cute moments)!!!!!!
~Who knows what tomorrow will hold~
Sideswipe rested with Jolt in the room they had been given by Shockwave. As far as they could tell, Shockwave wanted to keep them for entertainment, yet said he wasn't interested in taking them. So Sideswipe continued to play with Jolt as much as he would let the silver mech. Currently, they were curled up under a large, heated blanket with the entertainment screen on a documentary about mythical creatures.
Sideswipe had pulled the blue former Autobot into his lap and was taking his time running his servos up and down Jolt's body while Jolt was snuggled into his arms and pressed against his body.
Now, Cybertron has very few pests. But the few they do have are massive in numbers of individuals within the species. The petrorabbits were one of these pests.
Jolt wasn't a scaredy cat by any means. He could take on a whole platoon of Decepticons on a good day. But he wasn't fond of random fuzzy things finding their way into his space, particularly on his body.
So when a petrorabbit wandered into the berthroom this evening, Jolt's leg was hanging off of the side of the Cybertronian style loveseat. And when the small petrorabbit brushed against his leg, Jolt let out a horrible scream, which startled Sideswipe and caused the slightly older mech to grab Jolt and pull him into his side. The petrorabbit ran off and Sideswipe looked at Jolt, who was flushed and panting badly. Sideswipe took his left servo and brushed the younger mech's face with it to calm him as he gently planted a kiss on his trembling lip components.
Perhaps he should rig up another scare for his little Jolt to run to him for.
~Megatron discovers the bet of the Jailbait Boys~
Starscream wandered into the Decepticon leader's throne room. Said leader was nowhere in sight, so he sat down on the throne, wondering what he was going to do to bed Optimus. Unfortunately, he had a bit of a habit of getting lost in thought and talking out loud.
"…so if I get Prime drunk, I can get this bet over with and Megatron will win. It's perfect!" The silver, triangular seeker announced.
"What's so perfect, Starscream?" A cold, familiar voice said. Starscream froze as he heard the voice. He slowly turned to face Megatron, who had a cold smirk on his facial plating.
"Uh well… uh… umm… I can explain. We have a bet, and I bet that you were the best lay among the Decepticons. So… now we kind of have to…well, prove it." The seeker said. Megatron smirked seductively.
"Well… I take it you know how great I am.. but let's go double check it in my quarters~" The tyrant grabbed Starscream by the waist and picked him up bridal style, heading for his berthroom.
Megatrn received perfect 10's across the board.
(1) Credit where credit is due, this was taken from the works of itsu-usal, under the fanfiction name of My Other Lover. Go read it!!!
(2) Interfacing recording are porn. But you knew that already, didn't you? :3
(3) Honestly, just fluff here. Wanted to progress the story, but I'm sure you wanted to see a cute scene between the lovable Starscream and his bondmate.
(4) Taking it from the comics, Megatron was frozen for about 4 million years. But before his took off after the Allspark, he ripped out Bee's audio producing cables. So Bee was silent for about 4 million years, give or take a few.
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