Frostbite knew there was an optic visor staring at him. He couldn't tell where they currently were as he was focused on not having the system he was being the technician of today fry in front of him. He didn't know what happened but it was being a pain and so was the feeling of being watched which didn't help his concentration.

"This is not the time, Soundwave," he whispered irritably.

Of course, it was Soundwave. It was always Soundwave. Shiver in the hall? Soundwave. Dread in the mind out of the blue? Soundwave. The mech was insatiable when he really wanted something. The question was of what, but Frostbite knew the spymaster better than most for one particular reason.

He felt a cable of Soundwave's slowly creep up his leg. Right as it reached his inner thigh, he caught it and squeezed it unamused, making it freeze distraught in his servo.

"Nope," Frostbite said, increasing his grip and threatening to break the cable's clawed links. He didn't fear retribution; he was the only one besides Megatron who could get away with threats.

He let go of it and it immediately retracted with a hiss back to its owner. It was like catching a sparkling with their servo in the Energon container, persistent and annoying...but occasionally, the sparkling in question won a few rounds. It took him admittedly months to master getting the upper hand on Soundwave's tactics but he did his job well, and he was going to be damned if he was going to let the spymaster distract him.

He fixed the system in no time, still weary of the feeling of now more aggressive hidden optics baring down upon the back of his helm. Soundwave was most likely reeling with desire but he could wait his damn turn. The Nemesis couldn't be run without those capable of keeping its systems up-to-date and functional...as Soundwave should know.

Frostbite paused from admiring his handiwork upon the systems of the communication console rebooting when he felt the second attempt of something crawling around his waist this time. Without even looking, he grabbed it, punched it and threw it behind him where it clattered somewhere he didn't bother knowing. He laughed inwardly as he knew Soundwave was getting angry at his dismissal of the latter's advances. But he couldn't do anything without causing a scene as they were in the main deck with Megatron at the front. He assumed the cable hitting the ground made Megatron's attention, as well as everyone else's, redirect to Soundwave. Good, he deserved a bit of humiliation for not knowing to keep his creepy cables to himself.

Oh, the temptation to expose himself to tease Soundwave alone was very much present. He had done it before. Soundwave was at a meeting once. In the control deck below the main while his commander was away, Frostbite sent a live feed of himself stuffing his valve with some of Shockwave's tools he stole. Soundwave was stuck in a meeting for an hour and once he was done, Frostbite never saw the mech ground bridge so fast to him before.

Another time, he managed to use his tactical mind against Soundwave's by tricking the mech into accidentally tying his cables around himself. Soundwave got a teasing lap dance technically though when he finally got free, Frostbite would admit he deserved the revenge that followed up with being restrained and his aft abused the following few hours. It was more so a game they played, often aggressive in its own way but they both enjoyed it. And right now, Frostbite was winning.

Suddenly, thin servos appeared to settle on each side of him on the console's keys and Frostbite felt someone press against his backside. Cables, both of them, wound up his legs and this time he couldn't stop them. One continued up around his waist while the other rubbed against the armor protecting his valve wanting to enter. He grew flushed as Soundwave began typing away at the newly rebooted console like he was innocently minding his own business while Frostbite was slowly turning into a hot mess, the fragger.

He could hear Soundwave pinging him to open silently and he wouldn't stop until he obeyed. With a low growl, Frostbite stated, "Why can't you be patient when I'm doing something important?"

Frostbite groaned when he was forced to bend over the console as his legs were forcefully spread open. He tried making as minimal noise as possible but he knew at least one of his peers may have heard him catch himself from being pressed entirely against the console itself. With Soundwave's cable doing everything in its power to pry his valve cover open, he finally gave in when his body started to crave the heat of the spymaster's chassis.

Releasing his valve cover among a room full of Decepticons had the potential to go very wrong very fast but what Soundwave didn't care about was his stance on his personal humiliation. Granted, he technically started the war when he refused to play along the first time today. Now, he had to suck up his doubts and hope Soundwave was merciful enough to help him cover the fact that he was about to be a whore with his peers mere feet from him, assuming one didn't already know of his predicament.

The cable slid in and Frostbite shivered while Soundwave thought nothing of his indecency, still typing away researching his previous task whatever that was; Frostbite was too focused on the rising internal temperatures to give a damn what Soundwave was doing. The cable drilled into him without any consideration of their surroundings and Frostbite clutched the end of the console with a death grip. He wanted to cry out Soundwave's name and beg for more as his charge grew. He forced himself to remain silent, despising Soundwave for doing this to him.

He could feel lubricant creeping down his leg as his valve was wide and abused in broad viewing. What would Megatron say about them making a mess on the main deck? Soundwave looked down upon him as he grabbed the spymaster's hips and coaxed him to press his codpiece against his aft, pushing the cable wrapped around his thigh deeper by accident but not an unwelcome one.

He was trying to get Soundwave to break his own chastity in the situation. If he was going down being used in front of everyone, he was damn well taking Soundwave out with him in the shame. Their little power play was like a game of chess and Soundwave decided to insert his queen against Frostbite's leading knight.

The secondary cable unraveled from between them as Soundwave took the bait, pressing eagerly to pseudo-thrust against the cable already inside him to emulate spiking him. The second cable entered among Soundwave's third thrust against his aft and Frostbite nearly broke his silence. Two cables, each pulsing like mad, stretched his valve beyond its limit and he was already feeling an overload coming fast.

"You're a bastard," Frostbite whispered harshly in response.

Soundwave seemed to contemplate his criticism before living up to Frostbite's insult in the cruelest way he could. Both cables synced with their thrusts and one jab made Frostbite cave. He moaned loud enough for the entire deck to hear him as Soundwave grew still just to merely watch his prey become undone. They could both hear the heads turning in their direction but the Vehicon no longer cared.

Frostbite's legs were shaking, the only thing keeping him stable was the console itself. "Yes! A-ah!"

He felt like he was going to burst with the cables going in as far as physically possible. He shivered as Soundwave sent him messages as he was used by the mech. They described him in a filthy, degenerative manner but it only turned Frostbite on more. Soundwave knew it too.

Claws slid upon the console keys as he screamed his overload, shamelessly rutting back against the cables for extra stimulation. He wasn't even concerned when more lubricant splattered onto the deck. He almost gave himself a secondary overload chasing the aftermath pulsing of the cables but was quick to stop even among his haze when he heard Megatron approaching.

The warlord looked between his sorry state and Soundwave, the emotionless mech showing no cowardice in what he made Frostbite do and didn't even pull out the cables still embedded with his valve.

"I understand that you have your toys but using them on the bridge of a military vessel might not be the most appropriate setting to do so," the warlord chastised with a roll of his optics.

Frostbite wanted to point out the hypocrisy of that statement badly, but he knew his wise-cracking mouth would get him and Soundwave into potentially worse trouble. Then again, Soundwave should have thought of that before making his move.

"And this is coming from the mech who interfaced with a Vehicon on that front console as well as several officers within the same spot?" Frostbite muttered.

Megatron was about to leave when he made his poorly timed, or perfectly timed, comment. There was a reason his nickname was Frostbite...sometimes to his regret. The warlord glared at him then peered at Soundwave who went stiff more so than normal. Inwardly, Frostbite laughed at his tenseness, especially with the cables tightening in response which was doing favors for the Vehicon.

"Perhaps," Megatron growled, turning to Soundwave, "you might want to address his attitude. In fact, why don't you two go to the front and show our crew how shameless you are in your misplaced confidence and your petty disregard for authority?"

Frostbite knew the last half of the sentence was for him alone and he groaned when Soundwave's cables retracted. Being led up to the front of the main deck with the giant screen was humiliating but he took some comfort in knowing Soundwave was just as miserable. But he was a bit taken aback when he was stopped, and Soundwave moved past him to step in front of him. Seeing his reflection in Soundwave's visor wasn't normally a good thing to see in most situations.

He was suddenly forced to turn and collapsed on his servos and knees. He peered up to see Megatron smirking down upon him as he felt something other than the cables press against his entrance. With a startled gasp, he found that Soundwave's spike was already yearning to be forced deep inside him.

He gripped the floor as he was thrust into while a gathering audience of superiors and soldiers alike watched him. He could tell by the brutal force Soundwave was doing, he pushed the mech's ire by setting him up to be a spectacle. At the same time, he knew Soundwave may have liked it the same as him.

"Ah! Yes! A-ah!"

Megatron paced around them as Soundwave's signaling to Frostbite caused him to grind his aft against the spymaster's codpiece to take as much pleasure as he could. He hoped Megatron was enjoying the show because it was going to be the last free one he was going to get.

Soundwave changed his position and held his back against Laserbeak who was also sending pleasurable signals. The cables used previously went around his thighs to keep them wide for a good view of the demonstration. The taller mech gripped his neck to keep him upright and now held him on display so everyone could see how much of a loyal servant he was. Frostbite could tell many of the soldiers really wanted to masturbate to their rut but were afraid Megatron would punish them.

Frostbite then cried out when transfluid filled and sent him over the edge. Quivering in his haze, he was dropped a bit harsh by Soundwave who retracted his equipment quickly and stood at attention for his master, as if the whole situation wasn't his fault.

"To all who decide to present themselves in an inappropriate manner during work will be punished accordingly! Let this be a lesson to you all that you will be made an example of if you disobey!"

Frostbite was very tempted to mock Megatron's speech but decided against it having no strength to endure more. Soundwave won the overall round, but he would get his lover back. One thing Soundwave loved about him was he was the closest intellectual, tactical equal to him. And he already had a plan hatched in the deepest point in his turning processor.

AN: Yes, I loved the dynamic between Frostbite (System Error 54790) and Soundwave in that fic so I had to bring the sassy Vehicon back for round 2.