Title: Candy From Strangers, Pt. 5
Warnings: Seduction.
Rating: R
Continuity: G1
Characters: Soundwave/Megatron
Disclaimer: The theatre doesn't own the script or actors, nor does it make a profit from the play.
Motivation (Prompt): Kinkmeme and random prompts, this round
Note: the Nautilator/D.J.D. ficlet once in this chapter has been moved to 'Gone Fishing.'
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"Soundwave to Smugwave to Sexywave"
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He hadn't known there was anyone there until red shone out of the dark. Megatron caught it and whirled to - ah. Point his cannon at the floor once more. "Soundwave," he greeted his most loyal officer. "The mission?"
The blocky blue form appeared out of the shadows as if they were reluctant to let him go. The whole room seemed to exude the Cassette carrier's dark glee. "Mission: successful."
Not just successful, but perfectly executed. No one else could have pulled it off but Soundwave, and now no one would ever know it had been pulled off. No one outside this room, that was. In this room, Soundwave could gloat. He was proud of his success, and here, with this mech, he could let his smug pride in his abilities show. Metal throughout the room vibrated just slightly with the deep tone he said the two simple, secret-laden words with. Soundwave rarely dropped his monotone, and even now his voice carried the metallic tinge of a vocalizer more in tune with computer circuitry than mechs' audios.
Megatron's voice surpassed it with a silky purr. "Good."
The officer straightened, standing tall to bask in that acknowledgement of a job well done. There was a short series of clicks made loud only because of the silence. Soundwave's self-satisfied confidence hitched and suddenly became something...more. So there was to be reward.
No longer as restrained by propriety, he eased into a slow walk forward with his visor glimmering unspoken gratitude.
His lord set aside the fusion cannon. "Very good."
Megatron's optics brightened slightly, surprised, when Soundwave swept into a shallow bow. "Megatron: permission?"
Loyalty earned its own rewards. Trust was one of the more highly valued, in the carrier's opinion. His lord and master looked at him for only a moment before slowly nodding. Not asking about permission for what?. Merely nodding, because this was Soundwave who asked.
And it was Soundwave who would repay the honor of that highly-priced trust, four-fold. One hip swayed in a manner no one else ever saw, an unexpectedly flexible movement as secret as the mission neither Decepticon in this room would ever speak of again. He reached out and ran two of his fingers around the rim of the cannon. For all its power, its massive intimidation factor rested solely upon whose arm it rode.
Later, as he rode it in turn, Soundwave rather hoped the point was clearly made.
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