Fic: Unexpected - Part One - What Lies Beneath the Mask
Title: Unexpected
Authors: aprilraven and ladydragon76
‘Verse: G1
Series: None
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Soundwave/Optimus Prime, Starscream/Ratchet
Summary: Relationships can have the strangest beginnings, and become something completely unexpected.
Notes: We both both (ladydragon76 and I) wrote responses to different kinkmeme prompts. Both of us received requests to continue in those verses. We both really wanted to write something together. So. Here’s this. We tweaked, combined, and wrote more together, tweaked, adjusted, poked, forgot about, wrote some more… LOL. It’s more about the relationships than it is any grand plotline, but we are glad to FINALLY be able to post it. We hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Rape, Violence, Character Death, BDSM (Real bdsm, not abuse disguised as bdsm), and Sticky Smut.
Crossposted on ladydragon76’s LJ over here.
Originally filled by aprilraven for this kinkmeme prompt. The fic was posted over here way back on 8-30-09.
What Lies Beneath the Mask
Maybe it was the first time he ever heard that voice threaten violence on his leader, the same thunderous tones that heralded the approach of a storm, the harsh rumbling of the shaking earth. That voice rolled through him, the deep harmonics shivering his audials, shaking him to his core. His respirations cycled faster, warnings of rising temperatures flashed through his displays.
~
His weapon broke in a large fist. He was thrown to the ground and ruthlessly pinned by the huge chassis. Prime’s optics blazed white-hot, the bass voice rattled his frame with its dark fury, and a new weapon he never knew Prime possessed suddenly came into play.
“You cannot win this.”
I don’t want to win.
Shock raced through him at the eruption of heat through every system.
A tremor shuddered through his frame; fans whirred to life.
Soundwave watched, terrified, as Prime’s expression shifted from fury to a puzzled frown and then to dawning understanding.
His enemy knew. The Prime, knew.
Soundwave moaned.
The harsh rumble of Prime’s voice changed and deepened as he retracted his mask. A smooth, bass purr emerged.
“I’ve often wondered what’s behind your mask.”
Prime’s fingers strayed over his facemask.
Soundwave shied at Prime’s touch.
The fingers left his mask and teased along his neck, then Prime’s large hand wrapped loosely around his throat, the same hand that crumpled frames, ripped sparks from their casings, wielded a deadly sword that sliced mechs in two. Prime’s grip firmed on Soundwave’s throat, his hand ready to crush his vocalizer, tear the cables from his neck.
“Open your mask.”
No, no, no! Prime, enemy! Too close! Can’t!
The hand tightened for an instant when he did not obey, then relaxed. Prime’s thumb stroked along the sensitive join of throat and shoulder.
Soundwave trembled.
Prime smiled.
~
He tugged at his bonds, spread-eagled, shivering. A strong arm slipped under his shoulders, another beneath his hip plate, adjusting him, lifting him. A sudden sharp surge of panic flooded his processors. Pelvic plating gone, cool air drifting over his valve. Stripped, exposed, revealed, laid bare. Lubricant leaked.
Prime loomed over him. Warnings flashed over his display, alarms screamed at him. Too close! Danger! Enemy! Enemy!
The tip of the large spike began to enter him.
Soundwave moaned.
That deep, seismic voice rumbled through his chassis, shaking his frame, weakening every joint and strut.
“Do you hate this, I wonder?”
Terrible foe, ancient enemy, enemy mine. But no hate, not that, never that. Wonder, terror, fury, awe, passion… lust.
“It doesn’t matter, I suppose.”
A deep chuckle resonated through him. Danger edged the dark whisper against his audial.
“I’ll take what I want anyway.”
Broken whimper. Staticked moan. Fear and desire chased each other through his circuits. He groaned as the spike slid deeper, spreading him wide, invading him. It was huge, stretching him to capacity, hitting every sensor he possessed. The spike slid home, seated deeply inside him. He whimpered at the pressure. His valve strained to accommodate the massive intruder. Ancient foe, the enemy within. Terrible. Wonderful. Lubricant dripped.
Prime moved. Soundwave groaned. Thick ridges stroked his valve. Sensors throbbed as the spike slid easily on the fresh wash of lubricant Prime’s spike moved steadily out of him, almost out, almost to the end. Prime paused and looked down.
He smiled. Soundwave shivered.
Prime’s finger trailed across his mask.
“Open for me.”
No! No!
The thundering growl shook his frame. Prime rose above him, the gathering storm. Soundwave’s valve clenched, his systems leaping in terror, in hunger.
Prime’s legs spread, knee joints shifting Soundwave’s thighs further apart. Alarms shrilled. Cool air spilled across his pelvic plating, teasing the oily drops edging his valve. Wide open. Helpless. Vulnerable. Soundwave quivered. Lubricant pooled.
Prime’s large hands gripped his hip plates, raising him up. The tip of his massive spike entered again, slowly, centering.
“Open for me.” Prime’s demand repeated, rough with arousal.
Can’t… can’t… defense… need…
Prime’s optics flashed a dark promise. Hip plates snapped forward. Prime’s spike thrust home.
Back struts arched. Soundwave’s helmet ground into the dirt, mouth opened on a soundless cry. Taken. Split wide. Pierced. Impaled. Perfect.
Prime grunted, hands wrenching Soundwave along his spike. Prime’s hip plates slapped roughly against Soundwave’s thighs, huge spike burying deep into his aching valve, a wash of burning pleasure following in its wake. Sensors pulsed and throbbed. Heat warnings shot across his display. Alarms wailed. Enemy! Resist! Resist! Terror. Pleasure. Helpless. Rapture.
Soundwave writhed.
“Open!”
N-n-no…
Spike still buried in Soundwave, Prime pulled Soundwave’s hips higher and shifted position, moving up and over, lowering his large frame, forcing Soundwave flat. Soundwave’s backstruts gave out. He ceased struggling, falling back limply, groaning under the Prime’s weight. Current arced along his circuits. The massive spike pressed hard against the back of his valve, triggering a fresh wave of heat.
Soundwave whimpered.
“Open!” The dark demand burned in his audials. Alarms shrieked along his processors. Enemy!! Too close!!
I-I cannot... defense…
“Open to me!” Prime’s spike sliding out. That deep, harsh rumble, dangerous now, and deadly.
Terror froze his processors, circuitry sputtered and spasmed with the lightning arcs of the charge cresting within him.
I.. I…
“NOW!”
Thunder rolled through him, breaking down walls, crumbling defenses.
Prime’s massive spike thrust deep. Soundwave twisted, his mask fell open, his enemy’s name screamed through his mind as overload crashed through his systems.
Optimus! Optimus!
Prime’s chassis pinned him again, Prime’s hands gripped his helm. Prime’s mouth, hot and hard. Relentless. Devouring. Dominating. Perfect.
Soundwave moaned.
His helm was released. The heavy frame above him moved, the huge chassis scraped against him, setting sensors thrumming and ringing. Prime’s spike thrust again, then again. Harder, deeper, faster. Energy crackled through wires and circuits. The huge, rigid shaft impaled him. Prime taking, overcoming, defeating. Relentless pressure, unstoppable force. Fierce. Powerful. Terrible. Magnificent.
Another overload threatened, electrical charge surged, building up in his circuits, coiling in his valve, the ridges of Prime’s spike rubbing, scraping across burning sensors, Prime burying himself deep, hitting the back of Soundwave’s valve with every stroke.
The burn spread, white-hot electric flames licking lasciviously up his struts, winding through his systems. Soundwave’s valve clenched, spasming helplessly around Prime’s huge spike moving deeply within him. Agonizing tension, exquisite friction. Small, choked moans escaped his vocalizer. Tremors shook him. Alarms keened. Defend! Defend! Resist! Too strong, too much. Defeat imminent. Trapped, trapped. Terror. Hunger. Fear. Lust.
Pinned beneath the heavy bulk, straining against his bonds, struggling under Prime, final defenses failing.
No! Can’t! Yes, want. No! Yes, need. Please!
Prime’s chassis heaved above him. Soundwave’s audials echoed with deep, pleasured grunts, static-laced groans. Prime’s huge frame shuddered. The massive spike plunged in deep and held, then drove into his valve with hard, savage pumps. Prime gripped him fiercely and overloaded with a roar, transfluid erupting and spilling into him in a hot, boiling tide. It filled him up, overflowed his valve, spurted across his thighs. Soundwave convulsed. Electric bliss burning, devouring, swallowing him whole, writhing beneath the Prime, screams muffled against Prime’s huge shoulder.
The mag-locks holding him down released with sharp clicks.
Soundwave’s arms curved up over the strong shoulders above him, legs locked around Prime’s waist, holding him fast. He clutched at Prime, trembling, wracked with aftershocks. The last stray charges snapped across his frame. Vents shunted heat with a blast of fans. Alerts signaled status.
Core systems: stabilizing
Battle programs: disabled
Logic processors: offline
Defense programs: ??
Repeat query, Defense programs: ???
Status: Unknown.
Alarms silent. Defenses broken, smashed, ruined, annihilated. Mask gone. Stunned. Shattered. Conquered. Ecstasy. Ecstasy.
Prime’s purr was a deep sonic rumble in his audials, a comforting vibration through his chassis. The Prime nuzzled his helm. His spike withdrew.
Soundwave sobbed.
Don’t leave. Prime-enemy. Prime-lover. Stay. Stay with me. Lover-enemy, enemy mine.
Seismic rumble murmuring, lulling, calming; Prime’s hands stroking reassurance. Curled up against the Prime, held tight in Prime’s arms, secure, cared for, sheltered, protected. Respiration cycles slowing, frame relaxing, defenses rebuilding. Warmed. Comforted. Soothed. Cherished. Safe. Safe.
Soundwave looked up. Prime looked down.
“Will you ever want more than this, I wonder?”
Response to query: Maybe.
Soundwave’s kiss was hesitant, infinitely shy. Prime returned it gently, warmly, his pleased rumble vibrating deep into Soundwave’s core.
Soundwave sighed.
Prime’s hand pulled Soundwave up easily. Their frames tremored, shimmering. Dust and dirt fell away.
“Status, Soundwave?”
Status: Operational at maximum efficiency.
Soundwave’s visor slid down. His mask closed over his features with a sharp snick.
He watched Prime’s mask close, slightly muffling the deep bass rumble.
“Good. Until next time then. Be safe.”
Be safe, Prime. Lover, enemy. My own. Mine.
Soundwave watched until Prime’s frame disappeared beyond the range of his optics.
~ | ~
Unexpected - Part Two
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Authors: aprilraven and ladydragon76
‘Verse: G1
Series: None
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Soundwave/Optimus Prime, Starscream/Ratchet
Summary: Relationships can have the strangest beginnings, and become something completely unexpected.
Notes: We both both (ladydragon76 and I) wrote responses to different kinkmeme prompts. Both of us received requests to continue in those verses. We both really wanted to write something together. So. Here’s this. We tweaked, combined, and wrote more together, tweaked, adjusted, poked, forgot about, wrote some more… LOL. It’s more about the relationships than it is any grand plotline, but we are glad to FINALLY be able to post it. We hope you enjoy!
Warnings: Rape, Violence, Character Death, BDSM (Real bdsm, not abuse disguised as bdsm), and Sticky Smut.
Crossposted on ladydragon76’s LJ over here.
Originally filled by aprilraven for this kinkmeme prompt. The fic was posted over here way back on 8-30-09.
What Lies Beneath the Mask
Maybe it was the first time he ever heard that voice threaten violence on his leader, the same thunderous tones that heralded the approach of a storm, the harsh rumbling of the shaking earth. That voice rolled through him, the deep harmonics shivering his audials, shaking him to his core. His respirations cycled faster, warnings of rising temperatures flashed through his displays.
~
His weapon broke in a large fist. He was thrown to the ground and ruthlessly pinned by the huge chassis. Prime’s optics blazed white-hot, the bass voice rattled his frame with its dark fury, and a new weapon he never knew Prime possessed suddenly came into play.
“You cannot win this.”
I don’t want to win.
Shock raced through him at the eruption of heat through every system.
A tremor shuddered through his frame; fans whirred to life.
Soundwave watched, terrified, as Prime’s expression shifted from fury to a puzzled frown and then to dawning understanding.
His enemy knew. The Prime, knew.
Soundwave moaned.
The harsh rumble of Prime’s voice changed and deepened as he retracted his mask. A smooth, bass purr emerged.
“I’ve often wondered what’s behind your mask.”
Prime’s fingers strayed over his facemask.
Soundwave shied at Prime’s touch.
The fingers left his mask and teased along his neck, then Prime’s large hand wrapped loosely around his throat, the same hand that crumpled frames, ripped sparks from their casings, wielded a deadly sword that sliced mechs in two. Prime’s grip firmed on Soundwave’s throat, his hand ready to crush his vocalizer, tear the cables from his neck.
“Open your mask.”
No, no, no! Prime, enemy! Too close! Can’t!
The hand tightened for an instant when he did not obey, then relaxed. Prime’s thumb stroked along the sensitive join of throat and shoulder.
Soundwave trembled.
Prime smiled.
~
He tugged at his bonds, spread-eagled, shivering. A strong arm slipped under his shoulders, another beneath his hip plate, adjusting him, lifting him. A sudden sharp surge of panic flooded his processors. Pelvic plating gone, cool air drifting over his valve. Stripped, exposed, revealed, laid bare. Lubricant leaked.
Prime loomed over him. Warnings flashed over his display, alarms screamed at him. Too close! Danger! Enemy! Enemy!
The tip of the large spike began to enter him.
Soundwave moaned.
That deep, seismic voice rumbled through his chassis, shaking his frame, weakening every joint and strut.
“Do you hate this, I wonder?”
Terrible foe, ancient enemy, enemy mine. But no hate, not that, never that. Wonder, terror, fury, awe, passion… lust.
“It doesn’t matter, I suppose.”
A deep chuckle resonated through him. Danger edged the dark whisper against his audial.
“I’ll take what I want anyway.”
Broken whimper. Staticked moan. Fear and desire chased each other through his circuits. He groaned as the spike slid deeper, spreading him wide, invading him. It was huge, stretching him to capacity, hitting every sensor he possessed. The spike slid home, seated deeply inside him. He whimpered at the pressure. His valve strained to accommodate the massive intruder. Ancient foe, the enemy within. Terrible. Wonderful. Lubricant dripped.
Prime moved. Soundwave groaned. Thick ridges stroked his valve. Sensors throbbed as the spike slid easily on the fresh wash of lubricant Prime’s spike moved steadily out of him, almost out, almost to the end. Prime paused and looked down.
He smiled. Soundwave shivered.
Prime’s finger trailed across his mask.
“Open for me.”
No! No!
The thundering growl shook his frame. Prime rose above him, the gathering storm. Soundwave’s valve clenched, his systems leaping in terror, in hunger.
Prime’s legs spread, knee joints shifting Soundwave’s thighs further apart. Alarms shrilled. Cool air spilled across his pelvic plating, teasing the oily drops edging his valve. Wide open. Helpless. Vulnerable. Soundwave quivered. Lubricant pooled.
Prime’s large hands gripped his hip plates, raising him up. The tip of his massive spike entered again, slowly, centering.
“Open for me.” Prime’s demand repeated, rough with arousal.
Can’t… can’t… defense… need…
Prime’s optics flashed a dark promise. Hip plates snapped forward. Prime’s spike thrust home.
Back struts arched. Soundwave’s helmet ground into the dirt, mouth opened on a soundless cry. Taken. Split wide. Pierced. Impaled. Perfect.
Prime grunted, hands wrenching Soundwave along his spike. Prime’s hip plates slapped roughly against Soundwave’s thighs, huge spike burying deep into his aching valve, a wash of burning pleasure following in its wake. Sensors pulsed and throbbed. Heat warnings shot across his display. Alarms wailed. Enemy! Resist! Resist! Terror. Pleasure. Helpless. Rapture.
Soundwave writhed.
“Open!”
N-n-no…
Spike still buried in Soundwave, Prime pulled Soundwave’s hips higher and shifted position, moving up and over, lowering his large frame, forcing Soundwave flat. Soundwave’s backstruts gave out. He ceased struggling, falling back limply, groaning under the Prime’s weight. Current arced along his circuits. The massive spike pressed hard against the back of his valve, triggering a fresh wave of heat.
Soundwave whimpered.
“Open!” The dark demand burned in his audials. Alarms shrieked along his processors. Enemy!! Too close!!
I-I cannot... defense…
“Open to me!” Prime’s spike sliding out. That deep, harsh rumble, dangerous now, and deadly.
Terror froze his processors, circuitry sputtered and spasmed with the lightning arcs of the charge cresting within him.
I.. I…
“NOW!”
Thunder rolled through him, breaking down walls, crumbling defenses.
Prime’s massive spike thrust deep. Soundwave twisted, his mask fell open, his enemy’s name screamed through his mind as overload crashed through his systems.
Optimus! Optimus!
Prime’s chassis pinned him again, Prime’s hands gripped his helm. Prime’s mouth, hot and hard. Relentless. Devouring. Dominating. Perfect.
Soundwave moaned.
His helm was released. The heavy frame above him moved, the huge chassis scraped against him, setting sensors thrumming and ringing. Prime’s spike thrust again, then again. Harder, deeper, faster. Energy crackled through wires and circuits. The huge, rigid shaft impaled him. Prime taking, overcoming, defeating. Relentless pressure, unstoppable force. Fierce. Powerful. Terrible. Magnificent.
Another overload threatened, electrical charge surged, building up in his circuits, coiling in his valve, the ridges of Prime’s spike rubbing, scraping across burning sensors, Prime burying himself deep, hitting the back of Soundwave’s valve with every stroke.
The burn spread, white-hot electric flames licking lasciviously up his struts, winding through his systems. Soundwave’s valve clenched, spasming helplessly around Prime’s huge spike moving deeply within him. Agonizing tension, exquisite friction. Small, choked moans escaped his vocalizer. Tremors shook him. Alarms keened. Defend! Defend! Resist! Too strong, too much. Defeat imminent. Trapped, trapped. Terror. Hunger. Fear. Lust.
Pinned beneath the heavy bulk, straining against his bonds, struggling under Prime, final defenses failing.
No! Can’t! Yes, want. No! Yes, need. Please!
Prime’s chassis heaved above him. Soundwave’s audials echoed with deep, pleasured grunts, static-laced groans. Prime’s huge frame shuddered. The massive spike plunged in deep and held, then drove into his valve with hard, savage pumps. Prime gripped him fiercely and overloaded with a roar, transfluid erupting and spilling into him in a hot, boiling tide. It filled him up, overflowed his valve, spurted across his thighs. Soundwave convulsed. Electric bliss burning, devouring, swallowing him whole, writhing beneath the Prime, screams muffled against Prime’s huge shoulder.
The mag-locks holding him down released with sharp clicks.
Soundwave’s arms curved up over the strong shoulders above him, legs locked around Prime’s waist, holding him fast. He clutched at Prime, trembling, wracked with aftershocks. The last stray charges snapped across his frame. Vents shunted heat with a blast of fans. Alerts signaled status.
Core systems: stabilizing
Battle programs: disabled
Logic processors: offline
Defense programs: ??
Repeat query, Defense programs: ???
Status: Unknown.
Alarms silent. Defenses broken, smashed, ruined, annihilated. Mask gone. Stunned. Shattered. Conquered. Ecstasy. Ecstasy.
Prime’s purr was a deep sonic rumble in his audials, a comforting vibration through his chassis. The Prime nuzzled his helm. His spike withdrew.
Soundwave sobbed.
Don’t leave. Prime-enemy. Prime-lover. Stay. Stay with me. Lover-enemy, enemy mine.
Seismic rumble murmuring, lulling, calming; Prime’s hands stroking reassurance. Curled up against the Prime, held tight in Prime’s arms, secure, cared for, sheltered, protected. Respiration cycles slowing, frame relaxing, defenses rebuilding. Warmed. Comforted. Soothed. Cherished. Safe. Safe.
Soundwave looked up. Prime looked down.
“Will you ever want more than this, I wonder?”
Response to query: Maybe.
Soundwave’s kiss was hesitant, infinitely shy. Prime returned it gently, warmly, his pleased rumble vibrating deep into Soundwave’s core.
Soundwave sighed.
Prime’s hand pulled Soundwave up easily. Their frames tremored, shimmering. Dust and dirt fell away.
“Status, Soundwave?”
Status: Operational at maximum efficiency.
Soundwave’s visor slid down. His mask closed over his features with a sharp snick.
He watched Prime’s mask close, slightly muffling the deep bass rumble.
“Good. Until next time then. Be safe.”
Be safe, Prime. Lover, enemy. My own. Mine.
Soundwave watched until Prime’s frame disappeared beyond the range of his optics.
~ | ~
Unexpected - Part Two
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