This takes place the same time Starscream wakes up, roughly. About 6 months later and all that.

Fanfiction key:

Eradicons are the flying drones and Vehicons are the ground drones.

Transfluid is the mech equivalent of semen, Lubricant is used as tears here.

In brackets and quotes are ["comm links"]

A meta-cycle is a year.

An orbital cycle is a month.

A solar cycle is a day.

A cycle is an hour.

A breem is ten minutes.

A klik is one minute.

A nano-klik is less than a minute.


Primus-be-damned medics...they always know exactly where to hit you to make your circuits light up like you were set on fire...

"What are you thinking, Soundwave? mm?"
"Query: while knowing the location of weaknesses is logical, why know the location of-" Soundwave's monotonous voice was cut off with a static-laced moan as Knockout gripped the spines on his head, forcing him to his knees in the middle of the hall. The two had been a little overcharged and far too aroused to even make it to the medbay or either of their personal quarters.

Knockout slid his interface panel open, his spike pressurizing, running along Soundwave's smooth, cold facemask, smearing it with pre before using his grip on the spines on his head to hold him still as he thrust and ground against Soundwave's facemask, a move they both found erotic and arousing. The action teased Soundwave relentlessly, having his mate's spike grinding against his face, yet completely unable to taste it or feel the heat rubbing against his cheek or the wetness of the copious amounts of fluids leaking from Knockout's spike.

"Actions: inappropriate for public setting. Suggestion: retreat to private quarters."

Despite the monotonous tone, Soundwave's voice still managed to sound desperate, laced with static, his frame shaking, cooling fans on high as his metal plating burned from his own arousal.

"If you want to go to our quarters to continue...you'll have to make me."

Knowing full well what that meant, Soundwave's tendrils shot out from his back, two grabbing Knockout's arms, one around his waist, and a fourth burying itself in Knockout's exposed port, causing him to cry out, the cry echoing down the hall, attracting two eradicons to round the corner. Soundwave gave them a look, staring at them with his screen covered in pre, eerily silent, absent-mindedly thrusting a tendril in and out of his mate, the only sounds in the hall being the delicious wet sounds of Knockout's port getting fragged and his moans and cries of pleasure. The drones got uncomfortable upon seeing their Lord and Commander in such...private matters, and ran off, leaving the hall free for Soundwave to retreat to their personal quarters.

They had taken Megatron's quarters as they were meant for the Lord to reside in, and they were also fit for two - of course, they threw all of his old furniture and things away, replacing them with Soundwave's ancient record collection and Knockout's various car models and magazines. He claimed to read them for the articles, but his temperature always went up exactly 10.3 degrees, as Soundwave noticed. Pervert.

Soundwave walked in, carrying his mate and laying him on the birth, still driving him higher and higher, flooding his systems with pleasure with the tendril in his port, ceasing completely just before Knockout overloaded, grinning under the mask as Knockout cussed him out under his breath. He took off his mask, laying it on the berthside table, releasing his mate but keeping that one tendril buried inside, enjoying his mate's sensitive port clenching and squeezing down on it.

"You fragging scrapheap I'll send you to the pit myself if you don't make me overload...!"

Soundwave grinned, making Knockout's spark skip a beat, before he looked his mate up and down, and his grin faltered and faded.

"Sound...Soundwave, what is it?" Knockout looked himself over, not seeing anything out of order besides the amount of fluids he was leaking, which was the norm for Knockout. "You know I wasn't serious, right?"

"Knockout: precious to Soundwave. Que-...Plead: B-..."

Soundwave seemed to change from a question to begging, but stopped short before saying what it was he wanted so desperately from Knockout.

"Soundwave, if you're having trouble vocalizing what you're feeling, you can always connect and tell me that way..."

The slim purple mech nodded and retracted the tendril, dripping with transfluid, before attaching it to a small port just above Knockout's spark chamber, flooding him with his thoughts and emotions, of his nervousness, not wanting Knockout to back away, worry that he's moving too fast, and above all, his complete love and devotion for the gorgeous, snarky red mech.

"Soundwave...what are you so nervous to tell me?"

"Plead: Sparkbond to Soundwave?"

Soundwave didn't even need all his sensors or the connection to Knockout to hear his spark skip a beat before beating hard and fast, Knockout's expression shocked and stunned. Soundwave felt exactly how stunned he was through the connection, as well as the small glimmer of happiness that erupted into pure joy and bliss as Knockout organized his thoughts to formulate an answer, opening his mouth to speak as lubricant streamed down his face.

Small slender fingers touched themselves to Knockout's lips, silencing him as Soundwave disconnected himself, lubricant streaming down his own beautiful, smooth face from those gorgeous pink optics. He knew Knockout's answer. He felt it. Laserbeak departed from his chest, resting on the sofa behind them as Soundwave's chest panels parted, first revealing his spark chamber, before it parted as well, almost blinding Knockout with the fierce glow of it. It was clear to Knockout now that Soundwave's optics' pink glow came from his brilliant pink spark, as well as the glowing lines across his frame. His spark chamber was thick and sturdy and yet that fierce bright glow shined through it, illuminating his body and his optics. It was nothing short of mesmerizing.

After staring at Soundwave's spark for a short while in awe, Knockout parted his own chest plates, revealing his spark, a bright, gorgeous red colour, like nothing Soundwave had ever seen before. Knockout's spark beat hard and fast, larger than most sparks, which explained his need to race to expel the energy it created, as well as his...libido.

"Sound...Soundwave, it's so beautiful, I can't..."

Soundwave laughed, stunning poor Knockout further. His vocalizer, although damaged, still retained the ability to laugh apparently - and what a sound it was. It wasn't the first time Knockout heard Soundwave laugh, but this laugh was different, it was...so full of joy, and bliss, it was sparkbreaking to hear, and it brought more lubricant to Knockout's eyes.

Knockout wrapped his arms around his mate's neck, pulling him down, kissing him deeply, urgently, their sparks tentatively sending arcs of electricity over to each other, and then joining together, one melding into the other, growing in size, becoming a hot pink as they combined, creating the bond that would tie the two to each other until they both died.

Both of the mechs saw into each others' mind, into their spark, their thoughts, every part of them one, and in that moment they knew every secret the other had ever had, all about their sparkling phase, their creators and sires, their every want and desire, and in there, they saw the pure love they had for one another, how beautiful they thought the other looked, and as they gazed into each others optics in the blinding light of their sparks combining they knew they had made the right choice. They knew that they could never have spent a single moment longer without being truly together as they were now, they knew that the love that they felt before the bond was like a drop of water compared to an ocean. No one mech had ever felt joy like two combined into one, two who's sparks had always been one, they just didn't know it yet.


"Soundwave...?"

Soundwave emitted a sort of staticy hum in place of his usual monotonous reply, too exhausted to respond properly.

"What's my name..?"

Soundwave sat up and stared at his mate in concern and partial horror before he felt the amusement and elation over the bond, as a wide smirk spread over his face.
He tried his best to look angry, but only managed to make an apparently hilarious pout, as Knockout burst into laughter and wrapped his arms around his mate, squeezing Soundwave to him.

"My love, I'm sure you can feel it, but I'm so happy it's hard to breathe. I always thought bonding was silly, but I'm willing to try anything if it involves you."

"Reassurance: Anything?"

"Yes, anything."

Soundwave grinned wide at his mate, amusement and the same elation shining in his optics. Knockout's smirk faded, although he felt no less blissful.

"You're going to hold me to that, aren't you?"

"Affirmative."

"Scrap."