There was a hole in the wall, literally, secret meet up spot in the neutral base of Tacticon Park he had seen plenty of Vehicons and Autotroopers go to and stick their spikes into when he went to investigate. Occasionally, Knockout would be on the other side and slip out once all his customers were gone which Shockwave happened to see while spying on the outpost. One Vehicon claimed Smokescreen was there but talked a lot, Swindle and Blaster were rumored to visit and suck spike on the side, and another believed the elusive femme, Arcee, was behind a few encounters.

It was mostly anonymous. To relieve themselves from the pressures of war, bots would sneak into the neutral "destroyed" territory and someone would take the mantle in bearing their valve to be fucked repeatedly by drones and some officers alike for a few hours before switching. No one truly knew who they would get but whoever ran the area apparently had a list of names designated to that role of pleasure model. These meet ups were scheduled and privately sent dates. Whoever wanted to be spiked had to contact the owner first. No one spilled the location to any superior surprisingly.

Shockwave usually never cared for such parlor games. If they got caught by either leader, it was on them. If there was no need to snitch because it wasn't important to actual battle, he wouldn't waste his breath in doing so. Decoding the secret transmission between a handful of Autobots and Decepticons was the strangest ordeal though and finding the location was even more so. The Vehicons kind of figured out he knew after spotting him observing, so they urged him to try and relieve himself.

He refused...initially. But what would it hurt? No one seemed to care, at least not the lower officers and troops. With a heavy sigh, he one day decided to indulge himself and followed some Vehicons down to inspect what was so special about the base. Some notable Autobots and Decepticons were talking among each other, but some were getting serviced already. The Vehicons all prompted him to get his spike ready, no prior stimulation and just go into a small room to stick it in the awaiting slot where a shadow was vaguely seen.

His spike was handled almost immediately by a servo that stroked him at an even pace at first. Then a mouth covered it sucking as if his spike was the greatest thing on Cybertron. Shockwave's systems purred at that.

Whoever was behind the wall had done this before, a lot actually, from how quick the movements went from basic to skillful playing along the ridges of his member. As the motions went faster, he had to wonder who it was. Then he heard a voice after the mouth left him among the same tone of other noises from their anonymous meeting that oddly sounded familiar.

After a few heavy strokes designed to get him lubed up to a greedy desire for more, the servo stopped and held him, twisting position before his spike was abruptly swallowed by what he could positively identify as a valve. Whoever it was spared no time in impaling themself on him. He clung to the wall letting the bot thrust back against him. His spike was constricted and rubbing against partially exposed node bumps.

That told him it was a younger bot. The older a Cybertronian was, the more the walls to the gestation chamber thickened to prevent damage to nodes as they age. It was also a little harder to get as much reaction from nodes hidden between wall ridges that naturally formed and far less noticeable in interface from the penetrator's end. These were definitive meaning it was a younger bot. The moans made him hit an epiphany. It couldn't have been...

Shockwave moaned when his spike was forcibly readjusted that gave him an even tighter angle. His clawed servo left marks on the wall from the sudden change. He was reaching his peak faster and heard the mech on the other side's cooling fans rising. If this was Bumblebee, color him impressed.

He came within the service bot. By how the mech seemed to clench their thighs together going even harder to reach their own overload quickly, he assumed they liked the offering a little too much. His spike was released, which Shockwave all but had to stumble back and lean on the adjacent wall to recover from, and he heard the panting gasps among the hard-working digits of the bot drawing out their overload while full of Shockwave's transfluid.

One Vehicon patted his arm, "Not bad, huh?"

No, it wasn't at all. Shockwave closed his spike panel and moved outside so the next bot could take his place to frag who he now assumed was Bumblebee. If that Autobot was not as innocent as he would have guessed, he had to know what else he was doing. Shockwave parked himself at a table just to recoup still. It was a simplistic but gracious frag that he kind of was growing obsessed with the more he thought about it.

He needed to know who that was. So, he lounged about for a while until the same room opened up again. When no one claimed it as the awaiting bachelors thinned out to return to their respective factions, Shockwave went in again. He was wondering if supposedly Bumblebee would service him again. He stuck his spike in and felt servos on it immediately, but he could help but ask something.

"I wouldn't have never guessed you of all bots would be a service drone, scout."

The motions stopped, and Shockwave almost laughed as the servos tensed. He recognized the voice of the mech by having met him on a previous mission to infiltrate Harmonex. He was an annoyance on the battlefield, always talking shit and taunting. Shockwave knew Megatron despised the scout greatly and wanted to tear out that smug vocalizer. He just found it ironic.

The servos left him, and he expected that would happen since he caught the Autobot off guard badly. He was about to put his member away when the scout finally said, "Shockwave, what in Primus' name are you doing here?"

"Just wanted a little fun. I heard many of you were. I can't indulge myself sometimes?"

"You cannot tell Optimus-"

"You think so little of me? You think I care if they know? On the battlefield, you are an Autobot scout that I cannot and will not stop anyone from hurting you because I don't care either. But here, I find it rather cute you would sink so low to be used by anyone, even your own enemies."

Bumblebee laughed somewhat, "Like you said, sometimes it doesn't hurt to want a little fun."

Shockwave stroked his spike. "Let's see how much fun you can take."

The dare prompted a few moans from Bumblebee which Shockwave could identify as him pleasing himself in return. The light of the hole was covered, and Shockwave all but shoved his spike into valve pressed against the wall awaiting him. He wished he could have Bumblebee in front of him without a divide, but rules were rules. He could tolerate pretending his secret fuck toy was just that, an anonymous whore.

The valve was very slick from others which made Shockwave all the greedier in making Bumblebee forget them. He possibly wouldn't be the last Bumblebee would encounter for the day, but he could pretend he was the only one. The noises the Autobot made were succulent. This time though, the heavy pounding back against his spike made Bumblebee overload first and immediately sought to give Shockwave the satisfaction of a second by not stopping.

The scientist felt his interior on fire from the aggressive nature of the Autobot slut. Bumblebee wasn't kidding about taking him up on his dare. He could vaguely hear the scout rubbing his exterior node alongside the hard pace of the spike. Shockwave knew he was about to explode into him.

Another overload from both, Bumblebee's third, was harsh because Shockwave really wanted to grab the scout's wings and just double down on the bot. But unfortunately, there wasn't time for that nor breaking the rules of anonymity. Maybe he would find him outside this base for a closer experience if he got the chance. Surprisingly, Bumblebee gave him a final encore.

His spike was released but the valve was replaced with an eager mouth lapping up both types of fluids. Shockwave's third overload came pretty quick due to overstimulation. He couldn't tell if Bumblebee was toying with himself amid the blowjob. By the time Shockwave ejaculated into the mech's mouth, he had his helm on the wall and distraught vents fuming from exhaustion. He had to leave back to base before Megatron began to wonder, but he enjoyed the Autobot's care for sure.

Bumblebee then said, "Not bad for an Autobot, huh?"

"So it would seem, scout," he replied.

Well, he just found his new favorite spot on Cybertron. He was definitely returning for sure. Hopefully, Bumblebee would be back another day but if not, at least he had others he could potentially explore their forms of anonymous favors.

AN: Glory holes, got to love them. This is kind of pre-Tyger Pax Bumblebee so he can use his mouth properly. LOL