He was burning up like a ship thruster on max speed for a whole week straight. Shockwave almost banged his helm on the wall he was leaning forward on. This was not professional, and he had to hide it in his misery of day-to-day activities.

Shockwave never took a sick day, never stopped and never gave in to anything that ailed him. So, no one ever doubted his abilities. On this heat cycle, everything ached. From his splitting headache to his legs not wanting to work right. He slurred through half the things he said which were unbecoming of a mech of his stature. To make the matter worse and that surprised everyone, he finally alerted all Decepticons he would be unavailable for the day. It was like a madhouse over the commlink.

Well, ironically, Shockwave thought it was the worst day ever until he actually got to focus on his heat cycle. Using massaging inserts to put in his valve, he sat cross-legged around a smelting pit fuel room that acted like a sauna, and he let Teal Energon crystals with swirling patterns that soothed the atmosphere with their melting vapor do their job. Shockwave actually felt…better. He leaned his helm back with his arm and cannon resting on each knee, breathing slowly while the massaging toys slowly churned in his valve walls. Both his spike and valve were out and dripping a lot as they naturally did in heat, but he didn't care about the mess at the moment. He was the most relaxed he had ever been.

He almost felt like crying internally for the moment of peace. The smelting room and the crystals took the work out of masturbating for relief. The dense warmth rustled his spike just right, and his valve, of course, had steady even movement. The building pleasure was slow but felt well worth it the closer he got. He just maintained his relaxed pose and let everything do the job for him. The overload he had had made him groan low with heavy steamed vents exhaling followed by a small shiver. His optic was dim and content.

"Shockwave," his commlink muttered. He recognized the voice as Dreadwing. "I heard you weren't feeling well. I think I have something that may help you."

Shockwave was about to tell Dreadwing to leave him alone, but snapping at him, one of the nicer Decepticons, wasn't exactly a good way to go about this. He sighed, "What would that be?"

Dreadwing replied, "Knockout made a tonic to help your systems whatever the situation may be. I'll bring it to you with your permission."

"...Very well then. Just bring it to me in the wash barracks and I will use it as soon as possible. Thank you," he said tired.

As the vibrating, slowly rotating valve inserts continued to stimulate his chassis and keep him subdued, he sealed both his panels to make sure Dreadwing didn't see him in such a desperate state. He didn't clean up the fluids the drain didn't catch being too tired but just sat in a separate part of the room to bask in the crystals' soothing fumes. Dreadwing found him not long after.

The dark blue Seeker stepped in and had to take a moment to process the sudden wall of musky heat and calming vapor. He didn't display anything bad on his facial features. It just was unexpected to him. He let the door close behind him so Shockwave wouldn't lose the nice sensations of the thick air.

"It's worse than I thought if you are using this. In fact, I don't think I've ever heard of you using the smelting room much less Teal Energon."

Shockwave breathed low, vents exhaling softly. "I suppose no one can be infallible to natural causes, not even me."

Dreadwing set down the elixir that was in canister form just for him. Shockwave barely turned his helm to acknowledge it because he was a little too comfortable in his position. He saw the look Dreadwing gave him, one of suspicion before his secret was ousted by the fluids on the floor hidden in the steam.

"You're in heat…and you haven't done anything to remedy it?"

Shockwave dimmed his optic as the toys in his valve roamed over a node at the same time all but confirming Dreadwing's immediate deduction. As if he needed the Seeker to chastise him. "While I appreciate the concern, it will pass on its own. I have the necessities to make it through the period."

"I could make the tonic work faster by relieving you, that way it can take effect by tonight and should push the heat cycle to its last stages for tomorrow, then you'll be cured. Or would you rather go through this for the next five days you may have left before the tonic purges it fully?"

That made Shockwave pause and look at him. The idea sent flares of unnecessary excitement at the idea. He hadn't been with anyone in quite some time…and Dreadwing was a daring mech. After injecting the elixir, the combination of the valve toys working out the kinks in his walls and Dreadwing stepping closer to where his interface array was not far from Shockwave's helm made the scientist's audial fins twitch in rare arousal.

"I suppose…that would be only logical…so I can resume my work." That was the best excuse, and it wasn't a lie. The faster he was over this, the better.

"Then I shall help you." Dreadwing suddenly kneeled and tapped against the valve cover, pausing for a moment when he also figured out what Shockwave had inside by the faint vibrations. "A toy?"

Shockwave didn't answer and revealed his valve and spike, shivering at their second exposure to the room's climate. He couldn't help the pooling lubricant that had been held in all this time as it oozed out. Dreadwing barely touched the folds to understand how sensitive he was, especially when the motion made him emit a small moan. When the Seeker slowly eased two digits in, Shockwave felt terrible when he accidentally overloaded from the already built-up energy. He muttered an apology, covering his optic. Dreadwing gave an understanding expression.

The digits pressed forward again, and Shockwave sank a little in his seat feeling them move inside him delicately grabbing to the toys and dragging them alongside his movements. The vibrations moved and intensified closer to nodes they weren't near previously. Dreadwing smirked as Shockwave spread his legs wider, giving him full access to the valve.

"You've been neglecting your needs and mere toys are not enough to get by. I think I can fix that."

Shockwave was in awe of the steady pumping. Dreadwing didn't rush, didn't go faster than what was comfortable, and he appreciated the attention to how inhibited he initially felt, but his relaxation and assurance by the Seeker's actions melted into satisfaction. He gave another low moan when his chassis pressure and response rose gradually with new sensations. Dreadwing kept his grip on the toys and moved them with him in the same motion. Shockwave was in utter bliss.

Another overload hit him harder this time. He slammed his arm down at his weakness. Dreadwing seemed patient enough as he brought his servo out as well as the rotating vibrators. Shockwave stared at him in his haze as the Seeker examined them before putting them aside.

"Lay on your side on the floor. It will help," Dreadwing said quietly.

Shockwave was taken aback by the request, but he trusted Dreadwing's judgement and lightly placed himself on the ground away from his previous mess on his left side where he had the most support by his cannon. A sudden lopsided but then eased feeling spread in his abdomen. He couldn't tell if it was good or bad…but it settled better than sitting upright for sure. Dreadwing crawled over him and aligned his spike to his opening as Shockwave nestled his helm into the crook of his arm relishing the moment of no discomfort whatsoever. The Seeker then entered him slow, sinking to the base and keeping the spike there so Shockwave could adjust. The clawed servo of the Decepticon gently gripped his hip.

"I learned this trick from other Seekers on their heat cycles. The angle and laying position help calm your gestation chamber and settle unwanted buildup of internal fluids from moving which is part of where discomfort usually comes from. Just relax and let me take care of everything."

Shockwave heeded the other as Dreadwing began to move. Taking a spike in his valve from laying on his side felt like a massage to his interior. Dreadwing had an assuring servo on his lower back while the other held his thigh, thrusting at a set pace not too hard but not soft either. It made Shockwave bend his right leg towards his abdomen so Dreadwing had the best angle. The spike hit his nodes with precision, no discomfort whatsoever. It was really the first time he could say he was most content.

The bubbly, relaxing churn of his system was heavenly. Shockwave let off small noises from the thrusts getting a little faster but still aimed to please only him. Dreadwing refused to rush him to seek his own desires. He was strategic and comforting. When the Seeker placed a servo from his thigh to his abdomen to stroke it in circles, Shockwave's engine purred in delight. The kneading claws helped the denseness of his chassis conflicted by the heat cycle break apart bringing him relief.

"Are you alright?"

Shockwave all but grumbled, "I need more…please."

Dreadwing leaned over his side amid the gyrations. "As much as you need, I'll be here."

A third overload rippled through him in no time with Dreadwing's care, but he indeed craved more. More paced motions continued to massage his used valve. He loved every moment. His servo went over Dreadwing's upon instinct at the flaring pleasure rising again.

What Dreadwing was doing was therapeutic. Shockwave felt better with each overload and rut performed. When his partner finally came, he exited Shockwave's valve to release on his hips and the floor. He didn't mind at all. With instruction, he was moved to lay on his front and let his chassis settle a moment before Dreadwing reentered him from behind.

He wasn't pushed against or moved. Dreadwing kept the motions medium paced but committed to the massaging techniques demonstrated, and Shockwave appreciated that more than he would admit out loud. He wanted to move against the thrusts but still was too uncomfortable to be making such direct actions. Dreadwing didn't seem to mind doing most of the work. A fourth and fifth overload came through in this position with Dreadwing's second causing his back to be marked.

"I'm sorry," Dreadwing muttered.

Shockwave purred, "I think we can both forgive each other for anything done in here. I hate being a burden-"

"Not a burden. Maybe you just need to work out your heat cycles a little more thoroughly. Heavy episodes like these normally don't result in illness or pain. Lust, yes, but not sluggish behavior. Your neglection started becoming dangerous. If ever you need some assistance in the future, my door is open."

The kind thought made Shockwave find comfort in Dreadwing's presence. Maybe after this heat cycle was over, he would let the Seeker properly attend to him in a regular session as reciprocation for his troubles. His body was content with the service and the pressure of the heat cycle was already less painful too. That he could appreciate greatly.

Dreadwing was kind enough to help him lay back on his side on the bench and clean up everything. Not once did Dreadwing leave his side after all this. He could only thank the mech mentally as he was lulled to recharge protected by the thoughtful Decepticon.

He learned his lesson but was somewhat grateful he took a day off for once. Another thing that crossed his mind was that he should possibly consider using more days when feeling not himself or for his future heat cycles. Now that he had a handle of his woes, it was time to treat them better. At least Dreadwing was willing to help him through the brunt of it.

AN: Sometimes interface doesn't need to be extremely horny to be good. Sometimes it just takes a nice massage or two to relieve the pressure.