Prediqueen

Shockwave is gentle in awakening of Predaking with a hand to the shoulder. The crowned mech is warmly surprised to see his creator optic to optic with him. That could only mean that the purple mech has lowered his body to berth level.
The creator is not looming over his creation but nor is he kneeling before the one with a royal name. There is a respectful warm way his weight is balanced on the balls of his strong pedes with a proud straight back, cannoned arm across his lap of splayed thighs. Perfect balance of grace and respectful pride.
More to the point, a respectful and giving tone to his voice. "Predaking, I have someone I would like for you to meet."
The pumice black and lava orange mech sits up stretching his wings wide with a yawn, "Alright."
He watches as the purple mech grasps nothing and he just rises straight up to a standing position much like an elevator's gliding lift with his graceful long digits panning out towards his own personal area. Silently the two skilled mechs make their way over to the motioned area.
Shockwave steps aside allowing the taller mech room to continue into the cornered off area. It makes Shockwave inwardly smile to see the vibrant optics go wide at the sight of the lean femme seated at the table turning her cube of Energon this way and that. Predaking looks almost shocked. Correction, amorously stunned.
He can tell she is not dumb in her exploration of her cube. No, it's clear her mind is watching the crystal flakes laying on top change color in the adjusting light. She's fascinated and bored at the same time.
Predaking looks to Shockwave and then back for confirmation of what he is seeing. A white and ice blue Predacon femme with folded wings of snow with delicate blue trim. Two silver twisted horns coming off the top of her blue crested helm dotted with pearl like glows. Her curious optics even have an icy-lavender hue to them. Most astounding is her lovely trim lilac lips set above the chin resting in the palm of her light blue clawed hand. He smiles when she dips her other hand's claw tip into her drink and curls it under one of the crystal flakes. Delicately, she lifts it from the cube being sure to keep it balanced. Just as it comes to her face, a forked lilac tongue slips out of her perfect lips to take the crystal off her claw-tip.
Once more, Shockwave smiles to himself watching the mech's own dark wings slump in awe. The strong throat swallows something down that Shockwave is all too familiar with. The creator whispers, "I have found you a companion. I hope you deem her worthy."
Now the proud jaw does drop. All of his brethren have been shamelessly killed (and sacrificed) and yet Shockwave created someone JUST for him? More than just a companion… an intended mate, that much he understands clearly.
With a rise to his broad chest, Shockwave speaks a little louder, "I will leave you two to get acquainted." He tips his helm to the surprised femme, and then turns on his heel. Both of them hear his heavy yet graceful pedes not only retreat from this area, but with an activation of the ground bridge, the base as well. Shockwave has left them completely alone.
For the first time in his life, Predaking feels dumb. Her graceful helm rises to meet his bewildered optics. "Hello. Master Shockwave told me there was another of my kind here."
Dumbly he nods. She is beautiful. Optics of topaz-amber, a soft voice of confidence, and a sweet but strong smile. Carefully she pours another cube for him from the craft and then picks up a small jar, "I haven't figured out what these are yet, but Master says they spice up the Energon, whatever that means. Would you like some?"
Stupidly he just nods again and takes the seat across from her. He takes the cube as she sides it towards him, "Do you have a name?" She shakes her head. "What does Shockwave call you?"
"Little One," she gives a light shrug of her graceful shoulders. Then she smiles sheepishly, "But now that I am fully matured and taller than our master, I guess I will need a new name."
Predaking gives a light huff, "He's not our Master. Did he create us, in a way yes, but he is not our Master. We master our own destinies."
"What do you call him?" She curiously asks taking another sip of her drink.
"Shockwave, I no longer call him Master and nor does he expect me to." He takes a chug of his drink nearly slamming the cube back down.
She flinches back and he actually feels sorry for his rough move. Rubbing his face with his own clawed hand, he tries again, "Look, yes just like any Cybertronian we have been made, created, or birthed by someone else but it is our lives that we lead. We get to chose what we do with them. Yes, in a way we are bound by the Decepticons until we can provide Energon and some other basic necessities for ourselves, but we are not pets or offspring."
To his surprised, she pushes her cube to the side and crosses her arms on the table and then leans over them into his face, "I fully agree, but I needed to know where you stood."
He blinks a couple times before a slow sneaky and extremely pleased grin pulls across his face. "You are a worthy queen."
Now she leans back in her seat and cants her helm to the side shooting him a deadly warning from her darkening optics, "Let me make this clear, 'King, I am not trading in one master for another." Now a toothy smile is across his face so she presses on with a jabbing claw to his insignia, "We are the last two of our kind, sure, but that doesn't make you rule over me. If we do this, we do it together."
He leans in and plunks his chin into his own clawed palm giving her a dreamy look, "I think I'm in love."
With a snort of icy crystals from her nostrils, she rolls her optics. "Oh Primus!"
He laughs and that's when she sees he was teasing her just to break the ice. "Have you been allowed to take flight yet?" She gives a nod. "Who all knows of your existence?"
She shakes her head, "I think he was keeping me a secret for you alone, but I'm not a hundred percent sure of that."
Predaking rises and holds his hand out. "Well in that case, we need to hide you away as soon as possible. Let's go."
There was never a doubt in her mind to trust him but she knew he needed to know he could trust her as well. That little push was just what he needed and she accepts his hand. He guides her over to an opening in the ceiling and drops to his dragon mode.
With a soft rustle of plates, she too drops to all four icy-colored clawed paws. His dark form shivers seeing the drop dead gorgeous femme-dragon beside himself. With a primal hurr, he makes it clear she is attractive. She snorts another set of ice crystals and shakes her regal head. If he wants her as a mate, he will have to do far better than that.
With a leap, she folds her wings, slips through the chimney slot and unfurls her wings on the other side. He makes the leap too but just as he reaches the mouth of the chimney, is optics flare to a solid clear barrier. It's too late and he slams into the cold hard block of ice. The screech of a giggle can be heard on the other side as he crashes back down to the floor of the cavern on his bent wings. Stunned to her tease, he shakes his helm and launches a fireball to the ice block making it instantly return to rain. Then with a growl, he leaps through the cleared hole.
There in the sky he looks for the vixen and finds her flying north towards an ice capped mountain range. His larger wings thrust harder and surge him forward hot on her tail. Seeing her tail swish in flight, he gives a devious smirk and stretches his neck out. There he takes the tip in his maw and gives a gentle tug. To his delight, she squeaks and jerks her head around. By that time, of course, he has released it and dashed on.
Narrowing her lovely optics, she too presses on after the arrogant thing. This time though, she lets off her icy breath to his tail tip. The ice ball's weight surprises him and with a grunt, his proud tail slumps like a beaten puppy pulling the rest of the dragon off balance and down. He has to curl himself to melt it with his own breath before scowling his face and chasing after her.
Cheeky thing. Arrogant boss.
Slick sly thing. Buff bold bot.
Charming cutie. Haughty gentlemech.
Graceful. Grand.
Smart. Diligent.
Ice. Heat.

Panting side by side the two of them try to wedge into the cave they both spotted at the same time. She laughs and he retreats a little bit giving the lady room. He holds back watching her instead of inspecting the cave. As much as he knows she is to be his mate and he is a beast, he's not THAT kind of a beast.
Part of him wants to stay right here and hover over her, protecting her. Not only is she the last of their kind but that little adventure they just had is stirring a warmth in his spark he's never felt before. Hovering over her will do neither of them any good though. For hovering is not much different than being caged, even if it is in care instead of domination.

Queen turns from her exploration. There she flips to her bot form approaching King. He backs up looking… shy? "King?"
He actually shivers and backs further out of the cave. "Um…"
She smiles and laughs lightly, "I'm not going to bite, unless you want me to."
That makes a completely different shiver go down his body to settle in an area he is not used to feeling come alive. His cheeks flare dark and he backs up a little more making a back foot slip off the cave entrance, "I -um- I'll be back. Please stay safe and hidden. I will return with what you need." And he brings his wings into action stepping further back into mid air and flying away.
He doesn't make it far when he stops and smacks himself in the face. What the hell is he doing? How is he supposed to advance? What.. When..? How..?

A rumble brings his helm up. There he sees a purple tank rumbling across the field. One of the few mechs he can actually trust. More than that, one who will treat him with respect. Still… the mech is so reserved.
Predaking watches the tank roll away. In a few moments he will be out of sight. Predaking bites his lip trying to decide if he should speak to the older mech about this delicate issue.
With a flip to his wings, he decides to take a chance. After all, Shockwave is an attractive mech and probably has more information than enough active information on this subject. With a swoop, clamps his claws into the tank's top lifting him off the ground. It makes him laugh to hear such a deep-squeaked tone come from the great mech in his claws.
He tries not to laugh as he grunts back seriously, "We need to talk." The dragon takes his prize to a secluded spot.
Lightly, he drops the tank back to his treads and transforms himself beside him. Swiftly, the purple one flicks to his own pedes and brusquely brushes himself down with an indignant grunt. Just as the kidnapped one is about to speak, he notices the younger one's domineer: a nervous pacing mech. That does bring the antenna to a curious angle, "Predaking?"
When the younger taller mech doesn't reply, the older shorter one huffs his demand. "I have duties to attend to, I do not have time to be kidnapped."
The long arms throw up into the air, "I don't know what to do!"
"Excuse me?" Shockwave is completely baffled.
That just makes Predaking even more frustrated and stomps a foot down. "Look! I know she's supposed to be my mate in order to propagate our species but-"
The lone lilac hand raises, "No."
That makes the other stall and blink. "Excuse me?" It's his turn to ask this time.
Shockwave's shoulders relax and even his voice comes out softer. It's a tone that very few have ever heard from the reserved mech. "All the rest of his Decepticons and Autobots have friends, comrades, and yes even lovers. It makes sense for you to have one of your own. Someone you can talk to on a level that none of the rest of us can even try to understand."
Now Predaking's shoulders relax as well as he sinks to a rock, "Shockwave, you and Megatron are the only two I have ever really talked to. I don't want to talk to her on his level." Shockwave nods in agreement to that. Plunking an elbow to a thigh, the regal chin plunks into it's palm. "What am I supposed to do? What did you do with your…companion?"
Shockwave turns aside and begins to walk away. When Predaking doesn't follow right away, he quirks his antenna. That the younger one understands and dashes to catch up with his experienced creator. He tips his helm to look down into the normally stoic face, "Shockwave?"
Shockwave turns ever so slightly and Predaking sees a completely different expression on his face than he's ever seen before. It's almost amusing. Shockwave gives his wise advice: "Walk with her. Talk with her. Argue with her. Learn about her and likewise, let her learn about you."
"That's it?!"
Now it's Shockwave's turn to be amused by the other's expression. He even gives him a soft chuckle for it. "Oh trust me, it will do amazing things for you both. Your spark will feel things it never felt before." With that, he touches his comm. "I'm ready, Soundwave."
A vortex opens directly before him and he walks through never breaking his soft gliding steps. Predaking's jaw drops as the vortex closes over the stripped glowing spine. What did Shockwave tell him without telling him anything? He turns and slumps back down to his rock again.
Companion. His mind ponders and rolls through the definition of the word. Yes, he can see this for them. A confidante. A friend. A solace.
Each word raises his helm higher and prouder. It's not that she will be HIS companion, it's that he will be HER'S. She will need a support as much as he.
With this new boost of direction along with Shockwave's simple advice, Predaking dashes off to an Energon mine he knows of. With a roar and snarl, he takes a cart load of crystals with him and flies off, much to the mining drone's surprise.

Here he lands back at the hidden cave and flips back to his bot mode to bring in the cart of crystals. Queen looks up from where she has been carving out a larger area and even dug some shelves into the rock with her claws.
He makes his steps loud enough as not to startle her. "Hello, Queen."
With a turn, she flushes deeply which bring a soft smile right back at him. The black shoulders give a soft shrug, "If I am to be King, it only seemed fitting that you be Queen."
She accepts this seeing that he is not aggressively advancing on her. Heck when he left, he was fleeing from her!
"I can see you will need more to make this a proper home. I will work diligently to provide for you, seeing how I know more about this place."
"May I come with you? I would like to learn more as well."
Shockwave's simple words come to mind. Work with her. Talk with her. Learn with her. "I would like that. Certainly would give us a chance to get to know each other better."
"I would like that too, King. I guess the first thing you can teach me is how to ingest these," she takes a crystal and twirls it in the light of cave entrance.
He lifts one as well and taking a small blade from his cuff, slicing a small piece off. "Unlike the current bots, our older and more primitive digestive system will allow us to consume it raw." He takes a bite of the chip. "Fresh." He hands over another chip for her.
Ladylike, she takes a small bite savoring and exploring the taste. "Hum, a different texture and taste to it." Lightly, she pops the rest into her mouth.
Predaking slices off another and pops it in as well, "Shh, don't tell him this, but I do like the way Shockwave prepares the warm Energon with a bit of dark chocolate and those little sprinkles he keeps hidden away."
She giggles. Yes absolutely giggles to the proud and regal-haughty mech being sheepish about his palate for the stoic mech's convection-vice. She almost wonders if it's a piece of the creator in the creation or just a matter of environment.
Slicing another chip, he snorts to her while waving his blade tip, "Just for that, no sprinkles for you." He saw her playing with them, he knows she likes them too!
Still giggling she tries to pout blinking her doey optics. "Ohhhh, you didn't really mean that."
He scowls and narrows to one optic trying to block out her beauty and cutie, "Try me."
Trying very hard to hold her pout, she glides up to him. Try as he might to hold his scowl, it's getting harder and harder for him with each step she takes. He loses it all though when her deft digits find that thin spot in his side plates making him wiggle and
GIGGLE!
Prediqueen actually makes Predaking GIGGLE. He baps and swats at her fingers like a sparkling, but she doesn't give up. Backing him up until he is pinned to the wall he wriggles the whole way. That's when he knows he has been…
Matched.
Back pressed to the wall, he looks into those laughing optics and his own humor dies. Queen notices this as well but it's when she looks into his optics that she sees a new look.
He's not shy. He's not mad. He's not scared. He's not beat. He's… different.

A soft hand closes over hers on his side, "I give."
"You give what?" It's her throat that swallows something down this time into those soft warm optics.
His other hand comes up and touches her cheek ever so softly before he slides up and lets a single finger trace through the spiral of her silver horn. "I'll give you whatever you want."
She reaches out and covers his hand this time upon her body. His touch stills. There they stand each covering the other's touch looking to the deep and needy optics. Not a lustful-need, a compassionate and comrade need.
"Alright, I'll let you give it to me as long as you take something in return," her thumb rubs over the back of his hand.
Now he swallows and huskily asks, "What is that?"
"Whatever I give," she steps closer. Dangerously close.
He's read of kisses, romance and interfacing even if it is based for regular Cybertronians and not necessarily for his race. Still, he can sense something more going on here. A different kind of tension than he had as his life was threatened by Starscream or Megatron. A different kind of respectful warmth than he has with Shockwave. This is something far deeper and bonding.
Leaning his helm closer, he takes a risk and softly presses his lips to hers. Although she is surprised by the unexpected touch, she's not offended. If anything, she likes the feel of his warm breath on her face and his soft mouth parts moving against hers. Her hand on his waist holds a little tighter and tries to reflect his lip's movements. Together they explore this ever so light and tender caress. A form of affection and one that needs to be explored further.
After a few moments, he pulls back to gage her response to his touch. His first kiss, he really hopes he didn't screw it up.
Her smiles is warm and her voice soft, "Hum, if what you have to give is anything like that, I really hope I can give it a proper reciprocation."
Predaking's smile broadens widely. "Well, I'm enjoying it so far." It's to soon to ask if she's happy or content. It's too soon to ask if he is satisfied with her company.
It's just the right time to lean against each other and watch the sun set bathing the sky in vibrant colors.

~~
The weeks become months. Shockwave never did ask where Predaking whisked his Queen off to. He figured it to be all for the best. He would not want to lie to his Lord and he just felt it right to have a mate for Predaking when near everyone else did. Predaking does not speak of her unless absolutely necessary out of respect for all that Shockwave has done for him and his race.
Over all this time, the dragon couple have been making a home into the cave. They have been making a relationship with each other as well. They have been spending more time together than apart. Each time he has to leave her behind, his spark aches and pangs badly. He wants to hurry and come back to her. Just to see her, hear her voice, touch her hand…
This time Predaking breaks the unspoken rule and knows he needs to talk to Shockwave on a more personal level about the femme. Mech to mech.

"Sir," the dragon-mech starts which surprises Shockwave to the title and tone. For this respect, the older purple one sets his experiment aside and joins Predaking at the table set with two cubes of the vicious confection-Energon.
The younger mech takes a drink and grimaces. Curious antenna cant and he takes a sip only to blink to the dose of highgrade contained within. He doesn't refuse it, but is a bit more careful in his consumption. The younger one seems to need the boost and takes another swig to bolster his courage.
For the first time, Shockwave starts the conversation about the femme, "How is she?"
The cube clunks down. "Gorgeous. Invigorating. Wonderful." A deep predatory growl comes from deep within, "I want to consume her! I want to be swallowed up by her. What the hell is wrong with me?! What has she done to me?!"
Shockwave chuckles warmly rubbing his brow. "Um, I see the biological aspect of her genetics I added to her CNA string is coming on line."
Predaking blinks his now drugging optics. "Huh?"
"She's in heat. That last shot I gave you before she was introduced to you, well that is your biologic change as well."
With an aggravated huff, the pointed talon shoves into the mech's purple chest. "You gave us a squishy shot? What the frig is wrong with you?!"
Shockwave shakes his head pushing the talon away. "No. I reintroduced an aspect to your species that had been lost. There was not enough marrow in the bones I collected to give you a complete sequence. Fortunately, there is a techno-organic on the Nemesis and I was able to formulate the missing key to your species code."
"I still don't understand."
Shockwave holds a hand to his spark, "In order for our species to propagate, we need either the Allspark or a lot of damned passionate luck in merging our sparks at the same times as our physical intimate mating fluids mix." Now he points to the Predacon. "Your species is before the AllSpark. You don't need it. You had a bit of an organic side that allowed your kind to incubate and live-hatch your own kin with just your…body. No need to bind your spark to another in a committed relationship."
Predaking blinks seeing the 'beast' piece of his species. It pangs, but he also is hearing that Shockwave knows his species is more than brute primal animals. The single clawed hand now he pokes the black mech lightly in the chest. "She is ready to breed with you. Your body is ready to join her. More than that…."
His hand slips down and holds the younger one's, "You are in love."
"Are you sure? It's not just a virus or something?"
Shockwave chuckles and asks him a bit more personal bodily questions to which the highgrade helps him answer truthfully. With a knowing look in his optics, Shockwave smiles, "Yes, you are in love. More than the physical reaction, it's the way your spark and mind are always thinking of her. That is the proof."
"What do I do?" He's more nervous than his first kiss!
Shockwave shakes his head taking his cube with him, "I won't help you this time. This time… I will let nature take it's course. Now if you will excuse me, I have a personal appointment." He downs the rest of the cube and with a rather smug swish to his hips, walks right through a ground bridge.
It's not until Predaking lands back at his cave that he realizes, he never heard Shockwave call for the bridge to be activated.
All those thoughts are thrown aside though when his femme walks right up to him and clamps her mouth down hard on his. Wrapping his arms around her so that he doesn't topple over, he finds her practically climbing on top of him. She's crushing him! With that he firmly pushes her back only to have her bite his lip before being forced to release.
He's never seen her warm optics so dark and so hard. She positively…feral! Oh Primus she is gorgeous! With a snuff, he can sense what Shockwave was saying; her pheromones are a tantalizing perfume. Her scent is not only triggering things in his body but he is afraid to hurt her which stirs his spark to swell as well.
The great king whimpers, "My Queen, please, let us be civil about this first joining."
Her panting chest nods trying to stay above her hormones as well. Her king is larger than her and could easily fall prey to his own physical lust, but he is not allowing that. Oh no, he is being a mech of honor and dignity. It's positively INTOXICATING the way he reins himself in.
Laying her arms back, parts the chest plates exposing her spark. With a hurr and step, his own glowing chest is crying out for hers. The sparks collide in a slamming swirl of passion and desire. They are both young and energetic. Both of them are more than anxious to bring their relationship to the next level.
Feeling and feeding off of each other, the sparks complete the bond. Within that bond, she also learns what is going on with her body. Instead of being offended, she is honored and thrilled to bring forth the first pure bred hatchling of their kind. The light colored femme lets him know how she wants to complete their bond. Predaking shivers in anticipation and the sparks return to their housings.
Black and white arms are wrapped tightly around each other as lips press, part and join in preparation to the final bond. Her hands are ever so exploring in touching him in areas she hadn't dared before. He is positively shivering feeling pieces of himself catch on fire.
His hands are a bit more harsh in their grip, hold and pull. The crowned helm pulls from kissing her lips to nuzzling and biting into neck, throat and more. For all those times he has been respectful, now he just wants to take and it's a massive war within himself.
It surprised him when she pushes him back and flips to her dragon form. With an ever so slight curl to her graceful head, flicks her tail aside. His knees buckle and he falls to his own dragon form. Hot snorts come from his nostrils. She answers with her icy puffs. They circle and rake their gazes down each other.
The circle becomes tighter and slower until her forked tongue flicks out to swipe against a crown point. He whimpers, she purrs. With a flick of her tongue, gets another point. With his own swipe, he catches her long silver horn and smiles when she shivers and whimpers back.
Nuzzling and nips weaken each other further and further. Soon they are pressing and rolling against each other in a warm tangle of limps, tongues and tails. Belly to belly she feels something else she has never felt before. Hot and hard it must be a piece of his body not some foreign object they picked up in their tussle. He gives his hips a slight curl just to prove that yes it is his body wanting to come home.
With a graze of her own hips, she lets him know he is welcomed home. Panting chests, licked lips, forehelms slowly press to each other. There optic to optic, they give final permission.
The black hips splay wide letting his femme adjust and make herself comfortable. She is ever so nervous as she starts her move. To warm and comfort her, he spirals his tail around hers and uses the tip to caress. His front paws come up and embrace her with a soft hum of comfort. With slow and gentle movements, both hum and hurr to the new intimate touch. Both jaws are dawed and awed to the delicious new sensations coming to life. Moans and groans slip out just making everything else more alive and wonderful.
Once she is sure she can handle more, she pleads and he rolls them. His movements never cease to amaze her. How can such a solid strong being be so graceful and sexy with his body? It makes her neck arch back and give him a delicious sound in reply.

The dance couldn't last long. The brand new sensations were just so intoxicating and overwhelming. Like fire and ice coming together, rain explodes showering them in a hot bath of overloaded emotions. He sinks over her and she rolls them softly to their sides. Both are too tired to revert to their bot-forms. The large black dragon uses tail and snout to tuck his love into his protection. He turns his back to the entrance so that no one will see her and she will not be exposed to the cold winds coming.
"I love you, Queen."
"I hope we are successful, my mate," she nuzzles under his chin. His spark flares, yes she can claim him as hers. The one person he will be long to.

~~~
Shockwave really isn't that surprised when Predaking does not return. After all, he can't blame the mech that much. After all, a mate is a precious gift.