Fic: Unexpected - Part Five
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 (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.
Unexpected
Part Five
Starscream blinked, frowning as he stared up at an orange ceiling. “Primus, I’d forgotten what a hideous color the Ark was.”
“And Sleeping Beauty awakes.” Ratchet appeared, leaning over Starscream with a scowl. “Good afternoon, Princess, and welcome back to the land of the functioning.”
“Oh joy, you’re here.”
Ratchet scowled and tapped the scanner in his hand against Starscream’s helm. “Don’t you go getting all snarky with me, mechling. I’ve been working for three days to overhaul your sorry aft, and it’d be a damn shame to have to undo all that by reformatting you into a vacuum.”
Starscream snorted, muttering, “Mechling my left thruster,” as Ratchet ran the scan. “So. I feel odd. What did you do to me?”
“I repaired you.” Ratchet pinned him with a glare. “Properly. Just how the fark long has it been since you’ve been to a real medic?”
Starscream shrugged. “Not since before we left Cybertron.”
Ratchet cursed and turned away, placing his scanner on a nearby shelf. He spun back, optics narrowed angrily enough to make unease crawl down Starscream’s back. “Allow me to enumerate your repairs. I’ll start with the one all Decepticons appear to share. Systems’ stress and degradation due to consistent low energy levels and poor quality energon. On the plus side of that, is the fact that every last one of them is so enamored of Autobot creativity with our energon, that they are all refueling well and without argument.”
Starscream scoffed. “We’ve been starving for a while. You knew that or you never would have given me those supplements.”
“I knew you and Soundwave needed a boost! I didn’t not know the entire Decepticon army was about a year from stasis lock!”
Tired of staring up at the agitated medic, Starscream pushed himself upright, sitting cross-legged on the berth. “Megatron kept enough for high grade for himself, and sent most of the rest to Shockwave on Cybertron.”
“He was wasting energon to make high grade and leaving the rest of you to starve?” Ratchet asked, voice low and optics bleeding out to nearly white.
Starscream shifted back, trying to get ready to jump out of reach if Ratchet struck out at him without looking like he was doing so. “He wasn’t a very good leader,” he said simply.
Ratchet blinked, optic color returning to the aquamarine Starscream was most familiar with. Then he burst into laughter. Starscream stared for a moment, wondering if this was normal for Autobots or just normal for their crazy medic. Ratchet leaned his hands on the berth and shook his head, laughter calming to sporadic chuckles as he tried to control himself. He looked up at Starscream, and grinned.
“Not a very good leader?” Ratchet snickered. “Do ya think?” He was practically giggling.
Starscream stared, one optic ridge up, and said, “Uh. Huh. So this odd feeling is that I’m fully energized?”
Ratchet sighed and finally reined in his merriment. “No. It’s just that you’re better energized than before. The odd feeling is that all your systems are now functioning properly.” He became more serious as he spoke. “You had more relays blown, more circuits shorted out, and more miswired patch jobs than I’ve ever seen before in my life. And believe me, I’ve seen a damn lot! I’m rather glad the war is over, because once your self repair has finished integrating that massive reroute and clean up I did, there’s no way I’d want one of my friends facing you in combat.”
Starscream smirked, feeling as his wings fanned a bit.
“Don’t preen, you overgrown glitch,” Ratchet huffed, and pinned him with a glare. “I remember you from early on. I know you’re lethal because I got to patch up those lucky enough not to die at your hands.” Ratchet cycled his respiration and continued more calmly, “What I’m trying to get across to you, is that it’s a slagging miracle you were functional on any level at all with all the internal damage you had.”
“So I feel… good right now?”
Ratchet stared at him, optics somewhat wide, mouth parted. For a moment Starscream was sure the medic was going to burst in to tears or punch him. Instead, Ratchet blinked, and stood upright. “Yes, Starscream. You feel good.”
Starscream smirked. “I can’t wait to fly.”
“Well, for that you will need to wait. You try flying now, and you’ll rip yourself apart.”
Frowning, Starscream nodded. He didn’t like it, but he knew better than to push. With any luck at all, being properly energized with quality energon would move things along much faster than he was used to.
“Prime would like to talk with you in his office,” Ratchet told him.
Starscream met the medic’s optics at the non sequitur. “Alright.”
“One last thing before I let you go.” Ratchet pinned Starscream with a severe look. “No, and I mean absolutely no interfacing with your valve for at least a week. I’ll check you then and see how you’re doing.”
“What?!”
“After I checked you, I got to thinking, and I’m almost positive I’d never have been able to repair you completely. Not with the level of scarring you had. It took some work, but Wheeljack and I were able to construct a new lining for your valve. The sensor nodes are repaired, and your self repair will handle bringing them online as everything else settles out.” Ratchet met his gaze evenly, and Starscream fought against the heat he could feel burning up his face.
“If you have any problems come tell me immediately. Everything went well, but no interfacing of any sort. Don’t put anything up there until I’ve checked you. Without all your sensors online, you won’t feel if it hurts or not. Got it?”
Starscream nodded, struck mute by mortification. They had actually relined his valve?! “Where is Prime’s office?” he choked out.
“Up the hall, first right, next right, the next left, and the third door on the right.”
Starscream nodded and hurried from the medbay. He passed a number of Autobots and Decepticons on his way to Prime’s office. Jazz grinned at him. Ramjet rolled his optics as Fireflight innocently chattered on about aerial combat, Ramjet completely missing the less than innocent way Fireflight’s optics traced his wings when he wasn’t looking. A flock of minibots glared at Starscream, but passed without starting anything.
Starscream heard snickering around a corner, and was genuinely surprised to see Skywarp giggling with his head tipped in close with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.
“Do I dare ask?” Starscream stage whispered to Thundercracker where he leaned against the wall.
Thundercracker grinned. “It’s either tag along and sparkling-sit, or let him get in over his head.”
“And now he has playmates,” Starscream said with a smile of his own.
“Aw, but it’s cute to see him playing so well with others.”
“We can hear you,” Sunstreaker said, casting a glare over his shoulder.
“So I missed something while unconscious?” Starscream asked, ignoring Sunstreaker.
Thundercracker chuckled and said, “All the first day fun. Couple minis got loud-mouthed in the common room. Drag Strip and Wildrider got irked. Me and Ironhide were both there and stepped in before things got messy.” He flashed Starscream another smile. “Then. Our darling Warp here thought it’d be fun to poke at the twins and their jet judo skills.”
“We poked back,” Sideswipe added without looking up from the datapad in his hand.
Thundercracker sighed, but still wore an amused smile. “Somehow, don’t really remember now, but somehow between the laughing and the insults and the energon treats, Warp and Sideswipe decided they needed to team up, and pull a prank in the interest of the new unity.”
“Is that so?” Shaking his head, Starscream patted Sunstreaker on the head as he walked by. “You children have fun now.”
Making the last turn, Starscream passed Ironhide and Prowl just leaving an office, and shot a grin at both. Prowl nodded politely, but Ironhide’s mouth pressed into an irritated line. Starscream considered warning them about the pranksters, but decided against it. Who was he to ruin a joint Decepticon-Autobot operation?
He snickered and pressed the call button outside Prime’s office.
~ | ~
“Enter,” Prime called. He looked up and smiled under his mask. “Starscream.”
“You wanted to see me?” Starscream asked, taking the seat Prime motioned to in front of his desk.
“I did. I wanted to catch you up with how things have been going the last few days. But how are you feeling? I’ve seen Ratchet’s report, and your injuries were severe.” Prime watched the dark grey of Starscream’s face begin to take on a deep pink glow. “I imagine you’ll be sore for a while until your self repair finishes its job.”
Starscream nodded. “I feel better than I have in a long time. The soreness is nothing.”
Optimus heard the bitter undertone, but decided to leave it for now. He knew very well that he had yet to truly earn Starscream’s trust. Sharing his past was not likely, and asking would probably drive Starscream off. Prime had asked Soundwave for advice. Quizzed him on what he thought might have been Megatron’s mistakes in dealing with Starscream, and what he could do differently to bring out the best in his new Lord High Protector.
Megatron verbally belittled Starscream, his ideas, his suggestions, his warnings… everything. If it came from Starscream, it was automatically wrong. Not just wrong, but the epitome of stupid.
Before Soundwave had even finished talking, Prime had come to the conclusion that Megatron had orchestrated his own downfall in Starscream long before the rapes began. Starscream was willful, prideful, arrogant, and impatient with those he deemed less intelligent than himself. However, he was also honestly brilliant, dedicated, had a genuine drive to be useful, and had little to no self-esteem left despite his behavior.
Prime had also drilled Skyfire multiple times over the last three days. Starscream would be an incredible Lord High Protector. Prime just needed to gently, honestly guide him, and help him recover from the verbal and emotional abuse that had been heaped on him for far too long.
“Would you like some energon?” Prime asked, standing and pulling two cubes from a storage cabinet. He handed one to Starscream, not even bothering to wait for a response. He knew very well that all the Decepticons were too low on energy.
Starscream accepted the cube with a quiet, “Thank you,” and sipped at it.
“There haven’t been any major incidents,” Prime began. “Soundwave and Thundercracker have managed the other Decepticons while you were in the medbay. There have been some minor spats, but the only mechs that have been in the brig are those that refused to join us after Megatron fell.”
Starscream’s optics flickered. “He’s really dead,” he whispered.
Prime frowned. He could not deny that things would be somewhat easier without Megatron still functioning, but he just couldn’t bring himself to be happy about one of his people’s deaths. Whether Megatron, Starscream, or anyone agreed, Prime had a responsibility to all Cybertronians. Megatron had been one. “He is.”
Instead of the victorious whoop Optimus had been expecting, Starscream leaned forward, doubled over his own knees. Silence stretched for a moment until a very distinct, hitched sob came from the seeker.
Prime was up and around his desk in an instant. “Starscream?” Prime’s hand froze in the air just over Starscream’s helm. This was not Soundwave, nor was he one of Prime’s own Autobots. He had no right to touch, especially not after all Starscream had been through.
“It’s over. It’s really over,” Starscream said, voice tight. No sadistic joy, just relief.
Giving in, Prime gently settled one hand on Starscream’s helm, and took the energon cube from shaking fingers with his other. “It is.” Starscream lifted his head, looking at where Prime crouched next to him. Optimus let his hand slide to Starscream’s shoulder, and squeezed. “It’s over, and our people are actually doing quite well with each other.”
“Now all we have to do is get them to work together in combat situations so when we go up against Shockwave, they'll be looking out for each other instead of covering their own afts."
Prime chuckled, and Starscream sat up straight. Optimus smiled up at him. “We’ll drill them until they drop if we must. Perhaps once we are on Cybertron and Shockwave learns Megatron has been deactivated, he will accept the treaty.”
Starscream smirked and shook his head. "You're so naive and innocent, Prime."
Optimus’ optic ridges shot up in surprise. He snorted a laugh, then stood. Primus! Innocent? Naïve? If Starscream knew half the things he and Soundwave did, he might kill Prime before they could explain themselves. Shaking those thoughts off, he asked, “Would you like to see your quarters? I’m afraid things really are a bit tight. We have you and Soundwave sharing quarters, and right next to your room is Thundercracker and Skywarp’s. They were rather insistent about having you with them, but the rooms just aren’t that large.”
Starscream rose, his smile fading. “We haven’t been very good trine mates to one another for quite some time. Rooming together might be helpful, but being close and able to fly together will as well.”
Optimus keyed open his door. “You came straight from the medbay, right?” At Starscream’s nod, Prime said, “Well, then why don’t I just give you the grand tour now? If you feel up to it, that is?”
Starscream nodded again, and strode along at Prime’s side.
Optimus was smiling again as he finally showed Starscream to his room. Things were going well, and Starscream was surprisingly easy to get along with. His wry sense of humor surfaced quickly, and it was refreshing to have someone tease him with subtle jokes, and let Prime off the pedestal.
He could be himself with Soundwave, but they were lovers. Optimus had high hopes after just one evening, that eventually, once he proved himself, he and Starscream could be friends.
Knowing just what sort of ridicule he was opening himself to, Optimus told Starscream his hopes. Instead of derisive laughter or worse, he got an optic roll and called soft-sparked with a half grin, then thanked for playing tour guide.
Prime stayed only long enough to bid Soundwave a good recharge, then walked down the hall to his own rooms.
~ | ~
Soundwave sat to Starscream’s right at the circular table. The significance of which, was immediately understood. His thoughts flashed to the triangular table Megatron had in the Nemesis’ conference room.
Soundwave had that and Megatron both melted down. Prime had protested, but in this Soundwave had stood firm. He knew what Starscream would have wanted had he been capable of issuing the order, and quite frankly, Soundwave himself needed to be certain it was over. He supervised the process himself, made sure nothing but molten metal was left, then evacuated the Nemesis. He was ready to detonate that as well, when Jazz stopped him. There were things on the ship that could be salvaged, useful.
Soundwave met and held Prime’s optics for a moment as he surveyed the mechs seated around the table.
“Let’s get started,” Prime said. “We have less than three months to get the armies integrated and battle ready, come up with a plan to take Cybertron from Shockwave’s control, and train our troops so that plan goes off without a hitch. I need ideas.”
“I fear our chance of success without knowing the situation on Cybertron,” Prowl said. “I think we should attempt communications with Ultra Magnus.”
Prime shook his head. “We can’t risk the communication being discovered.”
Jazz chuckled. “The mech we feared would discover the signal is sittin’ right there.” He poked his finger across the table at Soundwave with a grin. “Might be worth the risk. Catch ol’ Shocky in the crossfire.”
“I would like to give him a chance to surrender,” Prime said.
Starscream snorted, and said, “Of course you would. And while you’re distracting him, I’ll contact Sunstorm and take control of the seekers.”
To Starscream’s left Thundercracker shook his head. “He’s a kid, Star.”
“Who is Sunstorm?” Prime asked, and Soundwave frowned behind his masks.
“The short version?” Starscream grinned. “He’s my clone. A failed experiment Megatron left in Shockwave’s command as punishment and a reminder.”
Gasps circled the table, and Ironhide groaned. “Primus! You got a kid?”
“More like little brother,” Starscream said, still grinning. “A little brother who is nearly my equal in all things, but lacks the specialized training I completed.”
“Who was Megs punishin’ by leaving Sunstorm with Shockwave?” Jazz asked.
“Shockwave,” Soundwave answered. “Sunstorm to be living weapon. Failed. Megatron left him as a reminder of Shockwave’s failure.”
“And Sunstorm hates Shockwave,” Starscream added with zeal. “Almost as much as I do, in fact. That fragger stole my CNA, made a new protoform, then stuffed a sparkling into a body that was radioactive and deadly to himself.” Optics around the table widened. Prime’s paled in genuine anger.
“Sunstorm stabilized,” Soundwave injected. “No longer a danger to others with mere presence.”
“But he’s a kid?” Ironhide asked.
Starscream waved it off, shifting in his seat. “He’s not. He was, but we spent four million years in stasis while he didn’t. He’s leader of his trine, and,“ Starscream looked at Thundercracker, “has influence over the other seekers.”
Thundercracker’s lips thinned into a displeased line. “Sunstorm might just side with us, and his trine will probably follow, sure, but the other seekers too? He’s too young, Star. Too inexperienced. You know Shockwave doesn’t let him out much for combat or training. And even if he does have some authority, there are some older seekers still on Cybertron. They aren’t going to follow someone they still see as no better than a youngling to the Autobots.”
Starscream was frowning. “Even if they don’t follow him, they’ll follow me.”
Silence fell as Thundercracker raised a doubting optic ridge. Even Soundwave felt it as a slap. Starscream’s face took on a glow as energon heated his cheeks.
Skywarp leaned forward, elbows on the table, fingers laced. “I dunno, TC. This time we’ll have Prime and Soundwave both standing there saying Megatron is dead. We’ll be there too. Star’s never had back up before when he’d pull one of his ‘I’m the Decepticon leader now’ stunts.” Skywarp shot a half grin at Starscream. “Though TC’s right too. Everyone’s gonna think of all that first when you show up there. Oh look! Screamer’s up to his old tricks again. Megatron must have a headache.”
“Is this you helping?” Starscream huffed, folding his arms over his chest and sitting back in his chair with a deep scowl.
Skywarp shrugged. “I’m saying you’re right, but we’ve got your past working against us even with Soundwave and the Autobots backing us up. They might not take you seriously.”
“Then we use that to our advantage,” Prowl said. All optics turned to the tactician, and a slight smile curved his mouth up. “Starscream goes through the space bridge first. No matter what, Shockwave’s guard will be up. However, if his guard is up just thinking Starscream is plotting something Megatron is bound to stop, that will buy the rest of us time to get into position.”
Starscream was in a full sulk outwardly. Soundwave reached out just a little and felt the embarrassment, hurt, and… something else he couldn’t quite grasp. There was little he could do right then, however, so he dipped his chin in agreement. “I can arrange secure contact with Ultra Magnus.”
Ideas and contingencies flowed after that. Starscream joined in, but he was not as verbose as usual. Despite his concern, Soundwave was quite honestly enjoying himself. In the very, very early days of the war, when it was still more of a minor rebellion than a war, Megatron had listened to a few advisors. Soundwave had been one, and his opinion valued.
It had been a long time.
But for as good as the meeting was, Soundwave kept a portion of his processors on Starscream. The seeker was fidgeting, often shifting position, and occasionally grimacing as though in pain. When the meeting was finally closed, Starscream was up and gone, but Prime asked Soundwave to stay, wanting to discuss contacting Cybertron.
Soundwave frowned at the door for a moment, then decided he would track Starscream down and check on him shortly. Starscream’s reputation, as derogatory as it was, would be an asset, but that likely had not been a pleasant reminder of past failures.
Decision made, Soundwave focused on his conversation.
~ | ~
Starscream was slowly going insane. Edit that. He was quickly going insane, and the infernal tingling in his valve was hurrying him along the path.
More and more sensors had been coming online, but what had been a barely noticeable sensation a few days ago, was now an all consuming awareness that had left Starscream shifting almost constantly in his chair, trying to find a position to sit in that didn’t make him want to throw down the closest mech and ‘face him senseless.
It wasn’t right.
Starscream paused mid step.
It wasn’t right. In fact, it was very wrong!
He spun on his heel and marched back the way he’d come, teeth clenched against his own footfalls sending impact vibrations straight up into his core.
The doors to the medbay slid open, then shut behind him, Ratchet looking up from where he sat at a work station.
“Fix me! It’s driving me crazy! You have to do something. Anything!”
Ratchet was on his feet in an instant, a scanner in hand. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s something wrong with the sensors in my valve.” Starscream hopped up onto the medical berth, hissing as the landing shot a wave through his interface array.
Primus! It shouldn’t be this way! Not with the panel closed. He shouldn’t be able to feel anything from just sitting!
At least Ratchet was taking the situation seriously. “Lay back, try to relax. How long has this been going on?”
“A few days.”
“A few days?!” Ratchet snapped, hands on his hips and glare aimed right at Starscream.
“It began a few days ago, and I thought it was just the sensors onlining, but they must be calibrated wrong.” He clenched his fists and resisted the urged to writhe. “Just fix me! Please!”
Ratchet’s expression softened, and he sighed a little. “Try to relax. Let me see what a scan shows. I may need to physically check you though, ok?”
Starscream nodded. He really didn’t care, so long as this stopped. He could not function normally with his valve aching like this. He couldn’t even really remember a time he’d wanted ‘faced in his valve. He was honestly more of a spike mech, and that’s where he tended to feel arousal most.
Especially after Megatron began raping him. He was afraid he would flash on those instances, embarrass himself, expose his secret.
Not that any of that was a problem now.
His problem now seemed to be the fact that he could feel the lubricant leaking out of him, and very soon it would start seeping through the seams of his pelvic armor for one and all to see!
“I’m sorry, Starscream,” Ratchet said, putting aside the scanner. “The scanner says everything is fine. You’re functioning a little over average temperature for your model type, but otherwise you’re in great condition. In fact, I’m really happy with how well your self-repair has-“
“Something is wrong!” Starscream snapped, cutting the medic off. Something had to be wrong. Mechs just didn’t get aroused from walking. Or sitting!
“Ok,” Ratchet said gently. “Ok. I’ll have to check manually though. You going to be alright for that?”
Starscream hissed again, this time in anger. “Yes! Just fix it!”
“Ok,” Ratchet repeated. “Open up.”
Starscream retracted his interface panel and closed his optics. One of Ratchet’s hands rested on Starscream’s abdomen, the other-
He only just managed to bite back the cry of pleasure, but no force in the universe could have stopped Starscream’s hips from bucking, forcing Ratchet’s fingers deeper. The overactive sensor nodes flared at the touch, and Starscream gasped.
Ratchet didn’t move, and after a moment of feeling his valve walls clench and release, Starscream opened his optics.
“You’re aroused,” Ratchet said in a flat tone.
“I know!” Starscream cried, losing the battle against the urge to move. He wound his hips around, optics closing as heat rolled through his body in a slow blissful wave.
But then Ratchet removed his fingers.
Starscream whimpered. “Fix it.”
Ratchet snickered. “You fix it. You’re in good enough condition. Go bug your trine mates. Just tell them not to be too rough with you,” he said using a small cloth from his subspace to clean his hand.”
“No!” Starscream snatched Ratchet back by the arm as he began to turn away. “No, you don’t understand! They aren’t calibrated right. Something! I shouldn’t be this sensitive. I can’t even sit without wanting to just… do… something to get to overload! It’s not right!” When Ratchet just stared at him with wide optics, Starscream whimpered again, desperate. He couldn’t live like this! “Please! Fix it! Turn off some of the nodes. I don’t care! Just fix it!”
Sighing, Ratchet gently pried Starscream’s fingers away. “There’s nothing to fix.”
“There is!”
“No, Star. There’s not. The nodes are fine, they’re calibrated correctly, and fully integrated into your systems again. It’s just,” he hesitated a moment, then began again. “It’s just that you’ve been without full feeling there for so long, that you need to get used to it all again. That and the nodes have just come back online. Interfacing now will be like your first time all over again, minus the pain of seal-breaking.”
Starscream stared, optics wide, as he processed the information. He shook his head in denial. “It wasn’t like this then.”
“Of course it wasn’t. Interface systems develop and online over a long period of time, allowing the mech to gradually become accustomed to it all. Your valve nodes have blinked on over the course of a week. There’s no way you would be used to that so fast.”
Starscream clenched his fists and optics shut and shook his head, trying to clear it and focus. Pits! He could still practically feel Ratchet’s fingers inside of him.
His optics shot open, and he looked up at Ratchet. “Then you interface me.” That was the perfect solution. Ratchet wouldn’t damage what he worked so hard to fix. He might snap and snarl, but Starscream had yet to see him actually harm anyone off the battlefield.
Ratchet blinked, then barked out a sharp laugh. “No!” Then he must have realized how serious Starscream was. He took a step back, optics wide in surprise, but Starscream grabbed his arm again. “Starscream, I can’t. I’m a medic. You aren’t thinking clearly right now, and it’s against everything I believe to take advantage of a patient. Especially one in your condition. No.”
Starscream stared for a moment, then quickly moved his hand from Ratchet’s arm to between his legs. He smirked as he felt the heat there through Ratchet’s plating.
“Stop that!” Ratchet knocked Starscream’s hand away. “I-“
Starscream reached out with both hands this time and yanked Ratchet down on top of him. “You’re good. You almost had me believing you didn’t want me.”
Ratchet squirmed for a moment, but then huffed a sigh and gave up. “My attraction does not matter. It’d be taking advantage of a patient.”
Starscream leaned up and nuzzled into Ratchet’s neck, smirking as the medic’s vents hitched. “What if I want to be taken advantage of?” he murmured.
“Primus, want to try something a little more cliché?”
Starscream dropped his head back to the berth and looked Ratchet in the optics. “I have trusted a grand total of two mechs with my valve. Believe me when I say I know exactly what I’m saying.” He squirmed, hearing the desperation tinting his voice. “I can’t go to TC and Sky with this. I can’t.”
Ratchet huffed in irritation, probably trying to cover the faint tremor Starscream could feel. He smirked. There was no way the medic could fool Starscream with tricks he had perfected long ago do deal with Megatron. Not that any of this was distracting him from the aching need burning between his legs.
Maybe he could go ‘face Sky and TC? Using his spike would at least take the edge off his arousal.
Starscream let go of Ratchet. “How long?” he choked out. Ratchet straightened slightly, still leaning over him. “How long until everything regulates?”
Ratchet shrugged, mouth drawn into a frown. “I don’t really know. I’ve never been involved with such a complete reconstruction of an interface system before. Interfacing is likely to help though.” He sighed and stood up, using both hands to scrub over his face. “Look, I can’t. You’re-“
“Desperate,” Starscream said. “Not stupid. You’re the logical choice. You aren’t going to undo all your hard work. In fact, you’re the wise choice. You know you would stop if I said to. You would know what might be too much for me, where even I don’t know that right now. You would be cautious.” He paused, leaning up on his elbows, and lowering his voice to a purr. “Who else would actually be careful with me, Ratchet? Who else can I go to, in this condition, and trust not to take advantage?”
Ratchet didn’t pull away when Starscream slid a hand up his chest and around the back of his neck. “It hurts, Ratchet.” He whimpered, not needing to fake any of his reactions. Just the idea of having someone he could actually trust wouldn’t try to hurt him was making Starscream burn. “You aren’t really going to leave me to suffer needlessly?” he asked, pulling Ratchet’s face closer to his own. “Are you?”
Ratchet moaned, optics drifting shut as Starscream brought their lips together. He gasped at the contact, both of them frozen for an endless moment.
Then in a flurry of movement, Ratchet was on top of Starscream, red hands gripping and releasing along the top edge of his wings in a telling way.
“You’ve been with a seeker!” Starscream gasped, spreading his legs wider.
“I’ve been with a lot of model types,” Ratchet replied, ducking his face down to nip at Starscream’s main energon line.
“Pleasure drone.” Starscream arched as Ratchet’s fingers worked beneath him and into his wing hinges.
“Says the mech that’s humping my thigh after a single kiss.” Ratchet smiled down at him before crushing their mouths back together.
Starscream moaned, trying to regain some semblance of control, but then there was a soft snickt of sound, and a hot, hard spike began to slide into him. He bucked up against Ratchet, crying out. Starscream gripped the edges of the berth to keep himself from throwing Ratchet over and riding him until neither of them could take any more.
The mere idea made him cry out again.
“You’re that close?”
“Yes,” Starscream whispered, embarrassed, but unable to stall the rising charge. Ratchet had only just settled himself all the way in. “Don’t stop.”
“Is that, ‘Don’t.’ ‘Stop.’ Or ‘Don’t stop,’?” Ratchet asked, a smile in his voice.
Starscream hid his face in Ratchet’s neck and rocked his hips. “Please,” he gasped. “Tease me next time. Not now. Please!” He was hovering on the edge already, and gripped at Ratchet’s sides. “Ratchet! Please! Please!”
Light kisses trailed up Starscream’s neck. Ratchet purred next to his audial and pulled back, only to plunge right back in, setting a quick, shallow pace. It was enough to set off every one of Starscream’s sensors, and he tumbled into overload on the third thrust.
The release was so intense it bordered on painful. Starscream threw his head back in a silent scream, body locked as Ratchet stroked him through it. Sharp sobs burst from Starscream, and he clung to Ratchet as the overload went on and on.
Ratchet’s hand soothed over Starscream’s wing. “Calm down. Shhh. Starscream. Star. Relax into it.”
Soft kisses were pressed along his jaw line, his cheek, then lips. Starscream grabbed Ratchet’s head, kissing hard, thrusting his tongue against Ratchet’s. He broke away, panting. “Don’t stop!” He bucked his hips, and angled his head to deepen the kiss again.
Ratchet growled, locking his arms around Starscream’s waist. Starscream moaned, giving up on their kiss as Ratchet plunged in long deep thrusts. He hissed a curse. “Ah! Harder! More! Slagging Pits, Ratch, please!”
Another growl from Ratchet, and Starscream cried out as he was obeyed. All thought faded to the heat, the wet friction of the hard spike driving over and over into his valve, the rasp of Ratchet’s respiration, his own needy moans.
Overload slammed through Starscream, sudden, powerful. Ratchet’s mouth closed over his, muffling his screams.
Starscream tore his mouth away, his fingers scratching along Ratchet’s back. “Don’t stop! Oh, Primus! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
One arm remained wrapped under Starscream’s waist, but Ratchet brought the other hand up to grasp Starscream’s jaw. “Too fragging hot,” Ratchet murmured, turning Starscream’s face away and biting his neck. Starscream moaned. “One more,” Ratchet whispered, sucking on the cable to relieve the sting. “Give me one more.”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Starscream met Ratchet thrust for deep plunging thrust, the word becoming a litany. He felt Ratchet shudder, heard him moan, and screamed in blinding ecstasy as a hot flood of transfluid washed over his sensor nodes.
They were both left panting, vents working hard to cool them. Ratchet lay draped across Starscream. Starscream sprawled over the berth, one leg hanging off the side. He couldn’t be bothered to lift it back up.
“Here’s where I make some crack about you being aptly named,” Ratchet gasped.
Starscream huffed a short laugh, and rocked his head back and forth. “I’m usually pretty quiet.”
“Autobots superior.”
Starscream and Ratchet both jumped, optics shooting to the door to see Soundwave and Rumble standing just inside the medbay.
“I’m going to go acid wash my processor now.” Rumble spun around and left as quickly as he could without breaking into a run.
Starscream stared in shock for another moment, but when Soundwave retracted his visor long enough to cast them a wink, he burst into laughter. Soundwave’s visor dropped back into place, and with a slight nod, he turned and left.
“I’m hallucinating,” Ratchet said. “There is no way Soundwave just cracked a joke and winked at us.”
Starscream couldn’t stop laughing.
~ | ~
It seemed a very long walk from his own quarters to the Prime’s. Soundwave used the time to try and compose himself. His Cassetticons' nervousness was echoing through their link, not helping his own mental state in the slightest. Soundwave blocked them out with a wordless apology just as he reached Prime’s quarters.
Prime admitted him with a quiet greeting and Soundwave stepped into the room and looked around. Some pictures hung in mag-frames on the walls, a few objects were placed on one set of shelves, other shelves were filled with rows of datapads. A desk against one wall, a small table and a couple of chairs over in a corner, the furnishings spare and plain, with the exception of the berth that took up the length of one wall. A generously sized berth, made to accommodate Prime’s height and large frame.
Soundwave paled at this reminder of why he was here. As prepared as he thought he would be, he still did not feel ready. Maybe he never would. Maybe Megatron had won after all.
He caught a movement out of the corner of his optic and turned his head to see Prime watching him.
“Ratchet tells me you’re fully recovered.”
Soundwave nodded, more frightened now than at any time since Megatron had assaulted and raped him.
“Why are you here, Soundwave?”
Soundwave stared, confused, and then flushed. “Repairs complete. My presence is- expected?"
Prime sighed. “What I expect is that you’re here because you want to be. Perhaps a better question is, are you sure you’re ready for this? For me?”
Soundwave didn’t understand. “Repairs complete. Ratchet cleared-"
“I’m not talking about your physical state,” Prime interrupted. “I’m talking about the damage Megatron inflicted on you mentally and emotionally. That will take longer to heal, much longer.”
When Soundwave remained silent, Prime came over to stand in front of him. “I know you’re frightened. I want to help, Soundwave, but you need to trust me. Can you do that?”
Soundwave’s visor flickered and dimmed. Fear and tension shrilled along his circuits.
He heard those agonizing screams again, bursting through the door to see Starscream being raped, crushed under Megatron’s heaving frame.
I’ve been where you are now with no one to help me.
He was in Starscream’s place now, the monster raging and snarling, punishing him, raping him, tearing him apart from the inside-
No. No more of this. Megatron was dead. It was time to reclaim himself.
Soundwave moved closer and Prime hummed, a gentle, encouraging sound. He tilted his helm and let it rest against Prime’s shoulder, let Prime’s strength and presence surround him like a shield. As strong as Megatron had been, he had not a fraction of the strength that Prime possessed, the patience and control that kept his power in check.
Soundwave's vocal filter, the precise algorithms that governed his speech patterns, dropped. His voice was a soft, musical lilt in the quiet room.
“The images, the sounds, they recycle again and again. All I hear is screaming. All I see and feel now, is him.” A hand came up to stroke over his helm and he leaned into the touch. “I’m here because I want to be, Optimus, because I need to be. Give me new memories to replace the horror. Help me remember how to feel pleasure again.”
Prime's hand lifted his chin and Soundwave looked up. "If you're sure, then we'll begin. No locks tonight, Soundwave. Nothing to hold you down or prevent you from leaving.” Prime raised his hand to caress Soundwave’s helm. “I am not Megatron. You have only to say the word, and I’ll stop.”
~
Soundwave whimpered as the large spike slid home. So long since he’d felt this…
“Too long,” Prime murmured.
Soundwave moaned at the deep, rich sound of Prime’s voice next to his audial. He wanted Prime to move, wanted to take him deeper, but he was locked helplessly in Prime’s arms, Prime’s weight pinned him to the berth.
“Your masks,” Prime purred, nuzzling along his helm.
Soundwave retracted both visor and mask, but Prime still didn’t move. He whimpered again, burying his face against Prime’s neck.
Prime whispered into his audial. "Remember, you have only to say the word, and I’ll stop.”
Prime's spike slid out, then thrust slowly in again. Soundwave's vents hitched with the stretch of his valve, the girth of the spike.
"Say it."
His processors refused to function. Sensors tingled, building up a charge with each stroke of thick spike ridges against them. Soundwave clutched at Prime's shoulders, shivering.
"Repeat it."
Another slide and then Prime's hips surged in a slow, deep thrust, grinding his spike against the very back of the valve. The motion sent an arcing charge up his backstruts and left Soundwave moaning.
A small nip at his unprotected jaw, and Prime growled into his audial. "If I say stop, you will stop. Repeat that."
Why would he ever want Prime to stop? Soundwave couldn't fathom Prime's reason for this, but another warning nip, and he obeyed. "If I say stop, you will stop."
"Very good."
Soundwave's reward was another grinding thrust deep into his valve, the motion rocking him against the berth. His fans kicked on. The charge rose, a wave of fiery current that climbed steadily up in his systems. But slow, too slow. Soundwave whimpered and dug his fingers into Prime's backplates, pressing his mouth to Prime's chest in a wordless plea.
A chuckle resonated through his chassis. "I'm not sure you believe that, but it will do."
Soundwave was trembling, with want, with need, an aching burn in his valve following each of Prime's thrusts.
Prime's lips caressed and teased at his neck cables. "What do you want, Soundwave, tell me."
I don't want you to stop.
His arms wrapped up around Prime's shoulders. “Please,’ he whispered. “Optimus, please.”
"Good," Prime murmured, his voice a dark and sensual swirl in Soundwave's audials.
Soundwave looked up into deep blue optics, and beyond Prime's lust was something he couldn't name, but it set him trembling.
Prime's slow movements stilled. "Trust me," he whispered.
Soundwave had no words left, but he nodded and gripped Prime a little harder. When Prime still did not move, Soundwave uttered a frustrated sound and raised his legs, locking them behind Prime's hips.
Prime's chuckle was amused, almost teasing. "Just making sure," he rumbled gently.
Soundwave gasped when Prime began again, his spike penetrating deeply, every move causing his valve sensors to jump and stutter with the building charge. The blunt end of the spike pressed against the back of his valve, and Prime held there and rocked him, stroking his spike tip over the delicate arrays. Soundwave was only aware of the moans and whimpering pleas pouring out of him in a steady stream when they were stopped by Prime's kiss.
Long and deep and utterly devastating, Prime's mouth moved over his with such passion and tenderness, Soundwave was undone. It stripped him and laid him bare, broke down every defense he had, and then, just as the look in Prime's optics, that kiss invited him into something more, something deeper.
Somewhere in the mounting haze of passion, Soundwave realized that Prime was seducing him, each lingering kiss followed by a memory of things done and pleasure shared, spoken in the deep rumbling tones that sent shivers down his backstruts.
The thrust of Prime's spike was harder now, a little faster, his kiss more demanding, and Soundwave welcomed it, pulling Prime closer, meeting that demand with his own fervent kisses, lifting his hips to each stroke of the spike within him.
He felt Prime shudder, heard a soft groan, and Prime's weight settled on him, stopping his movements. Soundwave moaned, hands curling over Prime's shoulders, wanting to move, but pinned and helpless again, his valve rippling with pre-overload spasms. Prime groaned again and lifted his head to gaze down at him. "I'm trying to hold back and be gentle, but it's very difficult."
Soundwave could only wonder at that. When had their encounters ever been about holding back? But he thought perhaps he understood, catching the shadow of uncertainty in the Autobot's optics. He twined his mind with the Prime's and Prime let him in, and Soundwave basked for a moment in that presence, for despite his misgivings, Prime's mind was as powerful and controlled as ever.
You are not Megatron. I will never make the mistake of thinking that you are. Do not hold back with me. I know your passion well, Optimus. I welcome it.
On top of that last thought, before Soundwave could withdraw, his mind was flooded with shimmering heat, Prime's lust unleashed.
He cried out with it and Prime growled, a deep harsh tone that reverberated through his frame.
Prime's arms held him as tightly as any lock, his thighs were spread wide, and Prime's spike slammed into his aching valve with a force that made him arch back with a scream.
Prime was as demanding and dominating as Soundwave wished him to be, his cries muffled by Prime's hard kisses, spike pounding into his valve with a vigor that would have been painful, if not for Prime's care in arousing him earlier. Energy arced and snapped between sensor nodes on spike and valve, a monumental charge, rising and cresting. Blue flame slithered over armor plates and joints with a crackling hiss. Soundwave shook, moaning into Prime's mouth, hips bucking, struts arching, spreading himself wider to the heavy thrusts.
Sensors numbed and froze up with charge, then released in one massive spill of energy. His valve clamped down on Prime's spike in a spasming wave. His scream was cut off, vocalizer shorted out. He felt Prime's grip tighten as he writhed in a frenzy beneath him, heard him groan as his own release took him. One last hard thrust, and Prime's spike was buried deep within him, hot transfluid burst into his valve, and Soundwave's mind whited out with overload.
~
Vibrations under his helm and through his chassis, sounds in his audials. He drifted back slowly, becoming aware of familiar things, the sound of vent fans still running, the tick of cooling metal, the throb of powerful systems against his chassis, being held in Prime's arms, Prime's deep purr that spoke of his pleasure and satisfaction. Lips touched his helm.
"Back, I see."
Soundwave only vented a sigh and curled closer, his own systems so sated and content, he wasn't sure he could find the strength to move. He felt Prime's lips curve into a smile against his helm, felt his amusement, and realized he was still lightly linked to Prime's mind.
He followed Prime's thoughts as they drifted idly, touching on the interfacing just past, felt the lust in Prime as he sank his spike deep, watched Prime watching himself writhe in his arms. Passionate, exciting. Prime's thoughts echoed around him, memories rose of their last battle, their first meeting. Prime's interest and battlelust had ebbed quickly, with the realization that Soundwave was injured.
Prime dragged him into a nearby cave and out of danger, patched the leaking energon lines with rough field dressings, then stood up. Soundwave noted again the flicker of interest in Prime's optics, and then he was gone, no doubt thinking Soundwave incapacitated enough to remain where he was, helpless to do other than await collecting at battle's end or Prime's pleasure, whichever came first.
Soundwave shook off the delicious tingle of fear-attraction-lust that last thought brought with it, and summoned his Cassetticons from the battle to aid him.
Weeks passed and Soundwave found his thoughts drawn again and again to the powerful Autobot leader, aware each time of the mingled fear and desire heating his circuits, and finally made his decision. It had taken several attempts before Prime had responded to Soundwave's messages, just simple cryptic indicators, coordinates of the small cave and a timeframe.
The fourth such time, as Soundwave was about to leave, Prime met him with battle mask in place and weapon drawn. Soundwave removed his concussion blaster and other weaponry, laying them to the side and out of reach. Prime's optics narrowed, not convinced. Soundwave opened his chest compartment, revealing not his Cassetticons, but two pairs of mag-cuffs. He let the first drop to the ground. The second pair he placed on his wrists, locking them together. Then he bowed his head and waited.
Prime did nothing for long, long moments, and Soundwave read the hesitation in him. Whatever Prime's darker desires might be, he was an Autobot, and... he was Prime.
He flashed images into Prime's mind then, the white-hot sights and sounds of furious, battle-charged lust. Soundwave defeated, forced to his knees or on his back beneath Prime, taking Prime's spike, moaning and helpless.
Prime's mind slammed shut, forcing him out with a strength that was shocking. Disappointment rocked him. Prime was refusing. Then he looked up and found he had not judged wrongly after all. Prime's optics were fierce, a dark blaze of indigo, his surface mind filled with lust and a single, sharp warning. We will do this, but MY way, not yours.
Soundwave shivered.
Prime paced a slow circle around him, inspecting, assessing. Soundwave lowered his head submissively, but failed to still the trickle of fear and arousal working its way through his processors at the closeness of the Prime.
Nor could he halt the tremble of his frame when Prime's large hand gripped his throat, just as it had that first time.
"Now, where were we?" That deep, smooth rumble made every system leap in response.
A finger tapped Soundwave's visor and mask.
"Remove them," Prime ordered.
Soundwave slowly shook his head, trembling with terror, with desire.
No.
Prime's optics narrowed to white-hot slits.
The battle was on.
~ | ~
( Unexpected - Part Six )
( AprilRaven’s Table of Contents )
( LadyDragon76’s Table of Contents )
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 (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.
Unexpected
Part Five
Starscream blinked, frowning as he stared up at an orange ceiling. “Primus, I’d forgotten what a hideous color the Ark was.”
“And Sleeping Beauty awakes.” Ratchet appeared, leaning over Starscream with a scowl. “Good afternoon, Princess, and welcome back to the land of the functioning.”
“Oh joy, you’re here.”
Ratchet scowled and tapped the scanner in his hand against Starscream’s helm. “Don’t you go getting all snarky with me, mechling. I’ve been working for three days to overhaul your sorry aft, and it’d be a damn shame to have to undo all that by reformatting you into a vacuum.”
Starscream snorted, muttering, “Mechling my left thruster,” as Ratchet ran the scan. “So. I feel odd. What did you do to me?”
“I repaired you.” Ratchet pinned him with a glare. “Properly. Just how the fark long has it been since you’ve been to a real medic?”
Starscream shrugged. “Not since before we left Cybertron.”
Ratchet cursed and turned away, placing his scanner on a nearby shelf. He spun back, optics narrowed angrily enough to make unease crawl down Starscream’s back. “Allow me to enumerate your repairs. I’ll start with the one all Decepticons appear to share. Systems’ stress and degradation due to consistent low energy levels and poor quality energon. On the plus side of that, is the fact that every last one of them is so enamored of Autobot creativity with our energon, that they are all refueling well and without argument.”
Starscream scoffed. “We’ve been starving for a while. You knew that or you never would have given me those supplements.”
“I knew you and Soundwave needed a boost! I didn’t not know the entire Decepticon army was about a year from stasis lock!”
Tired of staring up at the agitated medic, Starscream pushed himself upright, sitting cross-legged on the berth. “Megatron kept enough for high grade for himself, and sent most of the rest to Shockwave on Cybertron.”
“He was wasting energon to make high grade and leaving the rest of you to starve?” Ratchet asked, voice low and optics bleeding out to nearly white.
Starscream shifted back, trying to get ready to jump out of reach if Ratchet struck out at him without looking like he was doing so. “He wasn’t a very good leader,” he said simply.
Ratchet blinked, optic color returning to the aquamarine Starscream was most familiar with. Then he burst into laughter. Starscream stared for a moment, wondering if this was normal for Autobots or just normal for their crazy medic. Ratchet leaned his hands on the berth and shook his head, laughter calming to sporadic chuckles as he tried to control himself. He looked up at Starscream, and grinned.
“Not a very good leader?” Ratchet snickered. “Do ya think?” He was practically giggling.
Starscream stared, one optic ridge up, and said, “Uh. Huh. So this odd feeling is that I’m fully energized?”
Ratchet sighed and finally reined in his merriment. “No. It’s just that you’re better energized than before. The odd feeling is that all your systems are now functioning properly.” He became more serious as he spoke. “You had more relays blown, more circuits shorted out, and more miswired patch jobs than I’ve ever seen before in my life. And believe me, I’ve seen a damn lot! I’m rather glad the war is over, because once your self repair has finished integrating that massive reroute and clean up I did, there’s no way I’d want one of my friends facing you in combat.”
Starscream smirked, feeling as his wings fanned a bit.
“Don’t preen, you overgrown glitch,” Ratchet huffed, and pinned him with a glare. “I remember you from early on. I know you’re lethal because I got to patch up those lucky enough not to die at your hands.” Ratchet cycled his respiration and continued more calmly, “What I’m trying to get across to you, is that it’s a slagging miracle you were functional on any level at all with all the internal damage you had.”
“So I feel… good right now?”
Ratchet stared at him, optics somewhat wide, mouth parted. For a moment Starscream was sure the medic was going to burst in to tears or punch him. Instead, Ratchet blinked, and stood upright. “Yes, Starscream. You feel good.”
Starscream smirked. “I can’t wait to fly.”
“Well, for that you will need to wait. You try flying now, and you’ll rip yourself apart.”
Frowning, Starscream nodded. He didn’t like it, but he knew better than to push. With any luck at all, being properly energized with quality energon would move things along much faster than he was used to.
“Prime would like to talk with you in his office,” Ratchet told him.
Starscream met the medic’s optics at the non sequitur. “Alright.”
“One last thing before I let you go.” Ratchet pinned Starscream with a severe look. “No, and I mean absolutely no interfacing with your valve for at least a week. I’ll check you then and see how you’re doing.”
“What?!”
“After I checked you, I got to thinking, and I’m almost positive I’d never have been able to repair you completely. Not with the level of scarring you had. It took some work, but Wheeljack and I were able to construct a new lining for your valve. The sensor nodes are repaired, and your self repair will handle bringing them online as everything else settles out.” Ratchet met his gaze evenly, and Starscream fought against the heat he could feel burning up his face.
“If you have any problems come tell me immediately. Everything went well, but no interfacing of any sort. Don’t put anything up there until I’ve checked you. Without all your sensors online, you won’t feel if it hurts or not. Got it?”
Starscream nodded, struck mute by mortification. They had actually relined his valve?! “Where is Prime’s office?” he choked out.
“Up the hall, first right, next right, the next left, and the third door on the right.”
Starscream nodded and hurried from the medbay. He passed a number of Autobots and Decepticons on his way to Prime’s office. Jazz grinned at him. Ramjet rolled his optics as Fireflight innocently chattered on about aerial combat, Ramjet completely missing the less than innocent way Fireflight’s optics traced his wings when he wasn’t looking. A flock of minibots glared at Starscream, but passed without starting anything.
Starscream heard snickering around a corner, and was genuinely surprised to see Skywarp giggling with his head tipped in close with Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.
“Do I dare ask?” Starscream stage whispered to Thundercracker where he leaned against the wall.
Thundercracker grinned. “It’s either tag along and sparkling-sit, or let him get in over his head.”
“And now he has playmates,” Starscream said with a smile of his own.
“Aw, but it’s cute to see him playing so well with others.”
“We can hear you,” Sunstreaker said, casting a glare over his shoulder.
“So I missed something while unconscious?” Starscream asked, ignoring Sunstreaker.
Thundercracker chuckled and said, “All the first day fun. Couple minis got loud-mouthed in the common room. Drag Strip and Wildrider got irked. Me and Ironhide were both there and stepped in before things got messy.” He flashed Starscream another smile. “Then. Our darling Warp here thought it’d be fun to poke at the twins and their jet judo skills.”
“We poked back,” Sideswipe added without looking up from the datapad in his hand.
Thundercracker sighed, but still wore an amused smile. “Somehow, don’t really remember now, but somehow between the laughing and the insults and the energon treats, Warp and Sideswipe decided they needed to team up, and pull a prank in the interest of the new unity.”
“Is that so?” Shaking his head, Starscream patted Sunstreaker on the head as he walked by. “You children have fun now.”
Making the last turn, Starscream passed Ironhide and Prowl just leaving an office, and shot a grin at both. Prowl nodded politely, but Ironhide’s mouth pressed into an irritated line. Starscream considered warning them about the pranksters, but decided against it. Who was he to ruin a joint Decepticon-Autobot operation?
He snickered and pressed the call button outside Prime’s office.
~ | ~
“Enter,” Prime called. He looked up and smiled under his mask. “Starscream.”
“You wanted to see me?” Starscream asked, taking the seat Prime motioned to in front of his desk.
“I did. I wanted to catch you up with how things have been going the last few days. But how are you feeling? I’ve seen Ratchet’s report, and your injuries were severe.” Prime watched the dark grey of Starscream’s face begin to take on a deep pink glow. “I imagine you’ll be sore for a while until your self repair finishes its job.”
Starscream nodded. “I feel better than I have in a long time. The soreness is nothing.”
Optimus heard the bitter undertone, but decided to leave it for now. He knew very well that he had yet to truly earn Starscream’s trust. Sharing his past was not likely, and asking would probably drive Starscream off. Prime had asked Soundwave for advice. Quizzed him on what he thought might have been Megatron’s mistakes in dealing with Starscream, and what he could do differently to bring out the best in his new Lord High Protector.
Megatron verbally belittled Starscream, his ideas, his suggestions, his warnings… everything. If it came from Starscream, it was automatically wrong. Not just wrong, but the epitome of stupid.
Before Soundwave had even finished talking, Prime had come to the conclusion that Megatron had orchestrated his own downfall in Starscream long before the rapes began. Starscream was willful, prideful, arrogant, and impatient with those he deemed less intelligent than himself. However, he was also honestly brilliant, dedicated, had a genuine drive to be useful, and had little to no self-esteem left despite his behavior.
Prime had also drilled Skyfire multiple times over the last three days. Starscream would be an incredible Lord High Protector. Prime just needed to gently, honestly guide him, and help him recover from the verbal and emotional abuse that had been heaped on him for far too long.
“Would you like some energon?” Prime asked, standing and pulling two cubes from a storage cabinet. He handed one to Starscream, not even bothering to wait for a response. He knew very well that all the Decepticons were too low on energy.
Starscream accepted the cube with a quiet, “Thank you,” and sipped at it.
“There haven’t been any major incidents,” Prime began. “Soundwave and Thundercracker have managed the other Decepticons while you were in the medbay. There have been some minor spats, but the only mechs that have been in the brig are those that refused to join us after Megatron fell.”
Starscream’s optics flickered. “He’s really dead,” he whispered.
Prime frowned. He could not deny that things would be somewhat easier without Megatron still functioning, but he just couldn’t bring himself to be happy about one of his people’s deaths. Whether Megatron, Starscream, or anyone agreed, Prime had a responsibility to all Cybertronians. Megatron had been one. “He is.”
Instead of the victorious whoop Optimus had been expecting, Starscream leaned forward, doubled over his own knees. Silence stretched for a moment until a very distinct, hitched sob came from the seeker.
Prime was up and around his desk in an instant. “Starscream?” Prime’s hand froze in the air just over Starscream’s helm. This was not Soundwave, nor was he one of Prime’s own Autobots. He had no right to touch, especially not after all Starscream had been through.
“It’s over. It’s really over,” Starscream said, voice tight. No sadistic joy, just relief.
Giving in, Prime gently settled one hand on Starscream’s helm, and took the energon cube from shaking fingers with his other. “It is.” Starscream lifted his head, looking at where Prime crouched next to him. Optimus let his hand slide to Starscream’s shoulder, and squeezed. “It’s over, and our people are actually doing quite well with each other.”
“Now all we have to do is get them to work together in combat situations so when we go up against Shockwave, they'll be looking out for each other instead of covering their own afts."
Prime chuckled, and Starscream sat up straight. Optimus smiled up at him. “We’ll drill them until they drop if we must. Perhaps once we are on Cybertron and Shockwave learns Megatron has been deactivated, he will accept the treaty.”
Starscream smirked and shook his head. "You're so naive and innocent, Prime."
Optimus’ optic ridges shot up in surprise. He snorted a laugh, then stood. Primus! Innocent? Naïve? If Starscream knew half the things he and Soundwave did, he might kill Prime before they could explain themselves. Shaking those thoughts off, he asked, “Would you like to see your quarters? I’m afraid things really are a bit tight. We have you and Soundwave sharing quarters, and right next to your room is Thundercracker and Skywarp’s. They were rather insistent about having you with them, but the rooms just aren’t that large.”
Starscream rose, his smile fading. “We haven’t been very good trine mates to one another for quite some time. Rooming together might be helpful, but being close and able to fly together will as well.”
Optimus keyed open his door. “You came straight from the medbay, right?” At Starscream’s nod, Prime said, “Well, then why don’t I just give you the grand tour now? If you feel up to it, that is?”
Starscream nodded again, and strode along at Prime’s side.
Optimus was smiling again as he finally showed Starscream to his room. Things were going well, and Starscream was surprisingly easy to get along with. His wry sense of humor surfaced quickly, and it was refreshing to have someone tease him with subtle jokes, and let Prime off the pedestal.
He could be himself with Soundwave, but they were lovers. Optimus had high hopes after just one evening, that eventually, once he proved himself, he and Starscream could be friends.
Knowing just what sort of ridicule he was opening himself to, Optimus told Starscream his hopes. Instead of derisive laughter or worse, he got an optic roll and called soft-sparked with a half grin, then thanked for playing tour guide.
Prime stayed only long enough to bid Soundwave a good recharge, then walked down the hall to his own rooms.
~ | ~
Soundwave sat to Starscream’s right at the circular table. The significance of which, was immediately understood. His thoughts flashed to the triangular table Megatron had in the Nemesis’ conference room.
Soundwave had that and Megatron both melted down. Prime had protested, but in this Soundwave had stood firm. He knew what Starscream would have wanted had he been capable of issuing the order, and quite frankly, Soundwave himself needed to be certain it was over. He supervised the process himself, made sure nothing but molten metal was left, then evacuated the Nemesis. He was ready to detonate that as well, when Jazz stopped him. There were things on the ship that could be salvaged, useful.
Soundwave met and held Prime’s optics for a moment as he surveyed the mechs seated around the table.
“Let’s get started,” Prime said. “We have less than three months to get the armies integrated and battle ready, come up with a plan to take Cybertron from Shockwave’s control, and train our troops so that plan goes off without a hitch. I need ideas.”
“I fear our chance of success without knowing the situation on Cybertron,” Prowl said. “I think we should attempt communications with Ultra Magnus.”
Prime shook his head. “We can’t risk the communication being discovered.”
Jazz chuckled. “The mech we feared would discover the signal is sittin’ right there.” He poked his finger across the table at Soundwave with a grin. “Might be worth the risk. Catch ol’ Shocky in the crossfire.”
“I would like to give him a chance to surrender,” Prime said.
Starscream snorted, and said, “Of course you would. And while you’re distracting him, I’ll contact Sunstorm and take control of the seekers.”
To Starscream’s left Thundercracker shook his head. “He’s a kid, Star.”
“Who is Sunstorm?” Prime asked, and Soundwave frowned behind his masks.
“The short version?” Starscream grinned. “He’s my clone. A failed experiment Megatron left in Shockwave’s command as punishment and a reminder.”
Gasps circled the table, and Ironhide groaned. “Primus! You got a kid?”
“More like little brother,” Starscream said, still grinning. “A little brother who is nearly my equal in all things, but lacks the specialized training I completed.”
“Who was Megs punishin’ by leaving Sunstorm with Shockwave?” Jazz asked.
“Shockwave,” Soundwave answered. “Sunstorm to be living weapon. Failed. Megatron left him as a reminder of Shockwave’s failure.”
“And Sunstorm hates Shockwave,” Starscream added with zeal. “Almost as much as I do, in fact. That fragger stole my CNA, made a new protoform, then stuffed a sparkling into a body that was radioactive and deadly to himself.” Optics around the table widened. Prime’s paled in genuine anger.
“Sunstorm stabilized,” Soundwave injected. “No longer a danger to others with mere presence.”
“But he’s a kid?” Ironhide asked.
Starscream waved it off, shifting in his seat. “He’s not. He was, but we spent four million years in stasis while he didn’t. He’s leader of his trine, and,“ Starscream looked at Thundercracker, “has influence over the other seekers.”
Thundercracker’s lips thinned into a displeased line. “Sunstorm might just side with us, and his trine will probably follow, sure, but the other seekers too? He’s too young, Star. Too inexperienced. You know Shockwave doesn’t let him out much for combat or training. And even if he does have some authority, there are some older seekers still on Cybertron. They aren’t going to follow someone they still see as no better than a youngling to the Autobots.”
Starscream was frowning. “Even if they don’t follow him, they’ll follow me.”
Silence fell as Thundercracker raised a doubting optic ridge. Even Soundwave felt it as a slap. Starscream’s face took on a glow as energon heated his cheeks.
Skywarp leaned forward, elbows on the table, fingers laced. “I dunno, TC. This time we’ll have Prime and Soundwave both standing there saying Megatron is dead. We’ll be there too. Star’s never had back up before when he’d pull one of his ‘I’m the Decepticon leader now’ stunts.” Skywarp shot a half grin at Starscream. “Though TC’s right too. Everyone’s gonna think of all that first when you show up there. Oh look! Screamer’s up to his old tricks again. Megatron must have a headache.”
“Is this you helping?” Starscream huffed, folding his arms over his chest and sitting back in his chair with a deep scowl.
Skywarp shrugged. “I’m saying you’re right, but we’ve got your past working against us even with Soundwave and the Autobots backing us up. They might not take you seriously.”
“Then we use that to our advantage,” Prowl said. All optics turned to the tactician, and a slight smile curved his mouth up. “Starscream goes through the space bridge first. No matter what, Shockwave’s guard will be up. However, if his guard is up just thinking Starscream is plotting something Megatron is bound to stop, that will buy the rest of us time to get into position.”
Starscream was in a full sulk outwardly. Soundwave reached out just a little and felt the embarrassment, hurt, and… something else he couldn’t quite grasp. There was little he could do right then, however, so he dipped his chin in agreement. “I can arrange secure contact with Ultra Magnus.”
Ideas and contingencies flowed after that. Starscream joined in, but he was not as verbose as usual. Despite his concern, Soundwave was quite honestly enjoying himself. In the very, very early days of the war, when it was still more of a minor rebellion than a war, Megatron had listened to a few advisors. Soundwave had been one, and his opinion valued.
It had been a long time.
But for as good as the meeting was, Soundwave kept a portion of his processors on Starscream. The seeker was fidgeting, often shifting position, and occasionally grimacing as though in pain. When the meeting was finally closed, Starscream was up and gone, but Prime asked Soundwave to stay, wanting to discuss contacting Cybertron.
Soundwave frowned at the door for a moment, then decided he would track Starscream down and check on him shortly. Starscream’s reputation, as derogatory as it was, would be an asset, but that likely had not been a pleasant reminder of past failures.
Decision made, Soundwave focused on his conversation.
~ | ~
Starscream was slowly going insane. Edit that. He was quickly going insane, and the infernal tingling in his valve was hurrying him along the path.
More and more sensors had been coming online, but what had been a barely noticeable sensation a few days ago, was now an all consuming awareness that had left Starscream shifting almost constantly in his chair, trying to find a position to sit in that didn’t make him want to throw down the closest mech and ‘face him senseless.
It wasn’t right.
Starscream paused mid step.
It wasn’t right. In fact, it was very wrong!
He spun on his heel and marched back the way he’d come, teeth clenched against his own footfalls sending impact vibrations straight up into his core.
The doors to the medbay slid open, then shut behind him, Ratchet looking up from where he sat at a work station.
“Fix me! It’s driving me crazy! You have to do something. Anything!”
Ratchet was on his feet in an instant, a scanner in hand. “What’s wrong?”
“There’s something wrong with the sensors in my valve.” Starscream hopped up onto the medical berth, hissing as the landing shot a wave through his interface array.
Primus! It shouldn’t be this way! Not with the panel closed. He shouldn’t be able to feel anything from just sitting!
At least Ratchet was taking the situation seriously. “Lay back, try to relax. How long has this been going on?”
“A few days.”
“A few days?!” Ratchet snapped, hands on his hips and glare aimed right at Starscream.
“It began a few days ago, and I thought it was just the sensors onlining, but they must be calibrated wrong.” He clenched his fists and resisted the urged to writhe. “Just fix me! Please!”
Ratchet’s expression softened, and he sighed a little. “Try to relax. Let me see what a scan shows. I may need to physically check you though, ok?”
Starscream nodded. He really didn’t care, so long as this stopped. He could not function normally with his valve aching like this. He couldn’t even really remember a time he’d wanted ‘faced in his valve. He was honestly more of a spike mech, and that’s where he tended to feel arousal most.
Especially after Megatron began raping him. He was afraid he would flash on those instances, embarrass himself, expose his secret.
Not that any of that was a problem now.
His problem now seemed to be the fact that he could feel the lubricant leaking out of him, and very soon it would start seeping through the seams of his pelvic armor for one and all to see!
“I’m sorry, Starscream,” Ratchet said, putting aside the scanner. “The scanner says everything is fine. You’re functioning a little over average temperature for your model type, but otherwise you’re in great condition. In fact, I’m really happy with how well your self-repair has-“
“Something is wrong!” Starscream snapped, cutting the medic off. Something had to be wrong. Mechs just didn’t get aroused from walking. Or sitting!
“Ok,” Ratchet said gently. “Ok. I’ll have to check manually though. You going to be alright for that?”
Starscream hissed again, this time in anger. “Yes! Just fix it!”
“Ok,” Ratchet repeated. “Open up.”
Starscream retracted his interface panel and closed his optics. One of Ratchet’s hands rested on Starscream’s abdomen, the other-
He only just managed to bite back the cry of pleasure, but no force in the universe could have stopped Starscream’s hips from bucking, forcing Ratchet’s fingers deeper. The overactive sensor nodes flared at the touch, and Starscream gasped.
Ratchet didn’t move, and after a moment of feeling his valve walls clench and release, Starscream opened his optics.
“You’re aroused,” Ratchet said in a flat tone.
“I know!” Starscream cried, losing the battle against the urge to move. He wound his hips around, optics closing as heat rolled through his body in a slow blissful wave.
But then Ratchet removed his fingers.
Starscream whimpered. “Fix it.”
Ratchet snickered. “You fix it. You’re in good enough condition. Go bug your trine mates. Just tell them not to be too rough with you,” he said using a small cloth from his subspace to clean his hand.”
“No!” Starscream snatched Ratchet back by the arm as he began to turn away. “No, you don’t understand! They aren’t calibrated right. Something! I shouldn’t be this sensitive. I can’t even sit without wanting to just… do… something to get to overload! It’s not right!” When Ratchet just stared at him with wide optics, Starscream whimpered again, desperate. He couldn’t live like this! “Please! Fix it! Turn off some of the nodes. I don’t care! Just fix it!”
Sighing, Ratchet gently pried Starscream’s fingers away. “There’s nothing to fix.”
“There is!”
“No, Star. There’s not. The nodes are fine, they’re calibrated correctly, and fully integrated into your systems again. It’s just,” he hesitated a moment, then began again. “It’s just that you’ve been without full feeling there for so long, that you need to get used to it all again. That and the nodes have just come back online. Interfacing now will be like your first time all over again, minus the pain of seal-breaking.”
Starscream stared, optics wide, as he processed the information. He shook his head in denial. “It wasn’t like this then.”
“Of course it wasn’t. Interface systems develop and online over a long period of time, allowing the mech to gradually become accustomed to it all. Your valve nodes have blinked on over the course of a week. There’s no way you would be used to that so fast.”
Starscream clenched his fists and optics shut and shook his head, trying to clear it and focus. Pits! He could still practically feel Ratchet’s fingers inside of him.
His optics shot open, and he looked up at Ratchet. “Then you interface me.” That was the perfect solution. Ratchet wouldn’t damage what he worked so hard to fix. He might snap and snarl, but Starscream had yet to see him actually harm anyone off the battlefield.
Ratchet blinked, then barked out a sharp laugh. “No!” Then he must have realized how serious Starscream was. He took a step back, optics wide in surprise, but Starscream grabbed his arm again. “Starscream, I can’t. I’m a medic. You aren’t thinking clearly right now, and it’s against everything I believe to take advantage of a patient. Especially one in your condition. No.”
Starscream stared for a moment, then quickly moved his hand from Ratchet’s arm to between his legs. He smirked as he felt the heat there through Ratchet’s plating.
“Stop that!” Ratchet knocked Starscream’s hand away. “I-“
Starscream reached out with both hands this time and yanked Ratchet down on top of him. “You’re good. You almost had me believing you didn’t want me.”
Ratchet squirmed for a moment, but then huffed a sigh and gave up. “My attraction does not matter. It’d be taking advantage of a patient.”
Starscream leaned up and nuzzled into Ratchet’s neck, smirking as the medic’s vents hitched. “What if I want to be taken advantage of?” he murmured.
“Primus, want to try something a little more cliché?”
Starscream dropped his head back to the berth and looked Ratchet in the optics. “I have trusted a grand total of two mechs with my valve. Believe me when I say I know exactly what I’m saying.” He squirmed, hearing the desperation tinting his voice. “I can’t go to TC and Sky with this. I can’t.”
Ratchet huffed in irritation, probably trying to cover the faint tremor Starscream could feel. He smirked. There was no way the medic could fool Starscream with tricks he had perfected long ago do deal with Megatron. Not that any of this was distracting him from the aching need burning between his legs.
Maybe he could go ‘face Sky and TC? Using his spike would at least take the edge off his arousal.
Starscream let go of Ratchet. “How long?” he choked out. Ratchet straightened slightly, still leaning over him. “How long until everything regulates?”
Ratchet shrugged, mouth drawn into a frown. “I don’t really know. I’ve never been involved with such a complete reconstruction of an interface system before. Interfacing is likely to help though.” He sighed and stood up, using both hands to scrub over his face. “Look, I can’t. You’re-“
“Desperate,” Starscream said. “Not stupid. You’re the logical choice. You aren’t going to undo all your hard work. In fact, you’re the wise choice. You know you would stop if I said to. You would know what might be too much for me, where even I don’t know that right now. You would be cautious.” He paused, leaning up on his elbows, and lowering his voice to a purr. “Who else would actually be careful with me, Ratchet? Who else can I go to, in this condition, and trust not to take advantage?”
Ratchet didn’t pull away when Starscream slid a hand up his chest and around the back of his neck. “It hurts, Ratchet.” He whimpered, not needing to fake any of his reactions. Just the idea of having someone he could actually trust wouldn’t try to hurt him was making Starscream burn. “You aren’t really going to leave me to suffer needlessly?” he asked, pulling Ratchet’s face closer to his own. “Are you?”
Ratchet moaned, optics drifting shut as Starscream brought their lips together. He gasped at the contact, both of them frozen for an endless moment.
Then in a flurry of movement, Ratchet was on top of Starscream, red hands gripping and releasing along the top edge of his wings in a telling way.
“You’ve been with a seeker!” Starscream gasped, spreading his legs wider.
“I’ve been with a lot of model types,” Ratchet replied, ducking his face down to nip at Starscream’s main energon line.
“Pleasure drone.” Starscream arched as Ratchet’s fingers worked beneath him and into his wing hinges.
“Says the mech that’s humping my thigh after a single kiss.” Ratchet smiled down at him before crushing their mouths back together.
Starscream moaned, trying to regain some semblance of control, but then there was a soft snickt of sound, and a hot, hard spike began to slide into him. He bucked up against Ratchet, crying out. Starscream gripped the edges of the berth to keep himself from throwing Ratchet over and riding him until neither of them could take any more.
The mere idea made him cry out again.
“You’re that close?”
“Yes,” Starscream whispered, embarrassed, but unable to stall the rising charge. Ratchet had only just settled himself all the way in. “Don’t stop.”
“Is that, ‘Don’t.’ ‘Stop.’ Or ‘Don’t stop,’?” Ratchet asked, a smile in his voice.
Starscream hid his face in Ratchet’s neck and rocked his hips. “Please,” he gasped. “Tease me next time. Not now. Please!” He was hovering on the edge already, and gripped at Ratchet’s sides. “Ratchet! Please! Please!”
Light kisses trailed up Starscream’s neck. Ratchet purred next to his audial and pulled back, only to plunge right back in, setting a quick, shallow pace. It was enough to set off every one of Starscream’s sensors, and he tumbled into overload on the third thrust.
The release was so intense it bordered on painful. Starscream threw his head back in a silent scream, body locked as Ratchet stroked him through it. Sharp sobs burst from Starscream, and he clung to Ratchet as the overload went on and on.
Ratchet’s hand soothed over Starscream’s wing. “Calm down. Shhh. Starscream. Star. Relax into it.”
Soft kisses were pressed along his jaw line, his cheek, then lips. Starscream grabbed Ratchet’s head, kissing hard, thrusting his tongue against Ratchet’s. He broke away, panting. “Don’t stop!” He bucked his hips, and angled his head to deepen the kiss again.
Ratchet growled, locking his arms around Starscream’s waist. Starscream moaned, giving up on their kiss as Ratchet plunged in long deep thrusts. He hissed a curse. “Ah! Harder! More! Slagging Pits, Ratch, please!”
Another growl from Ratchet, and Starscream cried out as he was obeyed. All thought faded to the heat, the wet friction of the hard spike driving over and over into his valve, the rasp of Ratchet’s respiration, his own needy moans.
Overload slammed through Starscream, sudden, powerful. Ratchet’s mouth closed over his, muffling his screams.
Starscream tore his mouth away, his fingers scratching along Ratchet’s back. “Don’t stop! Oh, Primus! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
One arm remained wrapped under Starscream’s waist, but Ratchet brought the other hand up to grasp Starscream’s jaw. “Too fragging hot,” Ratchet murmured, turning Starscream’s face away and biting his neck. Starscream moaned. “One more,” Ratchet whispered, sucking on the cable to relieve the sting. “Give me one more.”
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” Starscream met Ratchet thrust for deep plunging thrust, the word becoming a litany. He felt Ratchet shudder, heard him moan, and screamed in blinding ecstasy as a hot flood of transfluid washed over his sensor nodes.
They were both left panting, vents working hard to cool them. Ratchet lay draped across Starscream. Starscream sprawled over the berth, one leg hanging off the side. He couldn’t be bothered to lift it back up.
“Here’s where I make some crack about you being aptly named,” Ratchet gasped.
Starscream huffed a short laugh, and rocked his head back and forth. “I’m usually pretty quiet.”
“Autobots superior.”
Starscream and Ratchet both jumped, optics shooting to the door to see Soundwave and Rumble standing just inside the medbay.
“I’m going to go acid wash my processor now.” Rumble spun around and left as quickly as he could without breaking into a run.
Starscream stared in shock for another moment, but when Soundwave retracted his visor long enough to cast them a wink, he burst into laughter. Soundwave’s visor dropped back into place, and with a slight nod, he turned and left.
“I’m hallucinating,” Ratchet said. “There is no way Soundwave just cracked a joke and winked at us.”
Starscream couldn’t stop laughing.
~ | ~
It seemed a very long walk from his own quarters to the Prime’s. Soundwave used the time to try and compose himself. His Cassetticons' nervousness was echoing through their link, not helping his own mental state in the slightest. Soundwave blocked them out with a wordless apology just as he reached Prime’s quarters.
Prime admitted him with a quiet greeting and Soundwave stepped into the room and looked around. Some pictures hung in mag-frames on the walls, a few objects were placed on one set of shelves, other shelves were filled with rows of datapads. A desk against one wall, a small table and a couple of chairs over in a corner, the furnishings spare and plain, with the exception of the berth that took up the length of one wall. A generously sized berth, made to accommodate Prime’s height and large frame.
Soundwave paled at this reminder of why he was here. As prepared as he thought he would be, he still did not feel ready. Maybe he never would. Maybe Megatron had won after all.
He caught a movement out of the corner of his optic and turned his head to see Prime watching him.
“Ratchet tells me you’re fully recovered.”
Soundwave nodded, more frightened now than at any time since Megatron had assaulted and raped him.
“Why are you here, Soundwave?”
Soundwave stared, confused, and then flushed. “Repairs complete. My presence is- expected?"
Prime sighed. “What I expect is that you’re here because you want to be. Perhaps a better question is, are you sure you’re ready for this? For me?”
Soundwave didn’t understand. “Repairs complete. Ratchet cleared-"
“I’m not talking about your physical state,” Prime interrupted. “I’m talking about the damage Megatron inflicted on you mentally and emotionally. That will take longer to heal, much longer.”
When Soundwave remained silent, Prime came over to stand in front of him. “I know you’re frightened. I want to help, Soundwave, but you need to trust me. Can you do that?”
Soundwave’s visor flickered and dimmed. Fear and tension shrilled along his circuits.
He heard those agonizing screams again, bursting through the door to see Starscream being raped, crushed under Megatron’s heaving frame.
I’ve been where you are now with no one to help me.
He was in Starscream’s place now, the monster raging and snarling, punishing him, raping him, tearing him apart from the inside-
No. No more of this. Megatron was dead. It was time to reclaim himself.
Soundwave moved closer and Prime hummed, a gentle, encouraging sound. He tilted his helm and let it rest against Prime’s shoulder, let Prime’s strength and presence surround him like a shield. As strong as Megatron had been, he had not a fraction of the strength that Prime possessed, the patience and control that kept his power in check.
Soundwave's vocal filter, the precise algorithms that governed his speech patterns, dropped. His voice was a soft, musical lilt in the quiet room.
“The images, the sounds, they recycle again and again. All I hear is screaming. All I see and feel now, is him.” A hand came up to stroke over his helm and he leaned into the touch. “I’m here because I want to be, Optimus, because I need to be. Give me new memories to replace the horror. Help me remember how to feel pleasure again.”
Prime's hand lifted his chin and Soundwave looked up. "If you're sure, then we'll begin. No locks tonight, Soundwave. Nothing to hold you down or prevent you from leaving.” Prime raised his hand to caress Soundwave’s helm. “I am not Megatron. You have only to say the word, and I’ll stop.”
~
Soundwave whimpered as the large spike slid home. So long since he’d felt this…
“Too long,” Prime murmured.
Soundwave moaned at the deep, rich sound of Prime’s voice next to his audial. He wanted Prime to move, wanted to take him deeper, but he was locked helplessly in Prime’s arms, Prime’s weight pinned him to the berth.
“Your masks,” Prime purred, nuzzling along his helm.
Soundwave retracted both visor and mask, but Prime still didn’t move. He whimpered again, burying his face against Prime’s neck.
Prime whispered into his audial. "Remember, you have only to say the word, and I’ll stop.”
Prime's spike slid out, then thrust slowly in again. Soundwave's vents hitched with the stretch of his valve, the girth of the spike.
"Say it."
His processors refused to function. Sensors tingled, building up a charge with each stroke of thick spike ridges against them. Soundwave clutched at Prime's shoulders, shivering.
"Repeat it."
Another slide and then Prime's hips surged in a slow, deep thrust, grinding his spike against the very back of the valve. The motion sent an arcing charge up his backstruts and left Soundwave moaning.
A small nip at his unprotected jaw, and Prime growled into his audial. "If I say stop, you will stop. Repeat that."
Why would he ever want Prime to stop? Soundwave couldn't fathom Prime's reason for this, but another warning nip, and he obeyed. "If I say stop, you will stop."
"Very good."
Soundwave's reward was another grinding thrust deep into his valve, the motion rocking him against the berth. His fans kicked on. The charge rose, a wave of fiery current that climbed steadily up in his systems. But slow, too slow. Soundwave whimpered and dug his fingers into Prime's backplates, pressing his mouth to Prime's chest in a wordless plea.
A chuckle resonated through his chassis. "I'm not sure you believe that, but it will do."
Soundwave was trembling, with want, with need, an aching burn in his valve following each of Prime's thrusts.
Prime's lips caressed and teased at his neck cables. "What do you want, Soundwave, tell me."
I don't want you to stop.
His arms wrapped up around Prime's shoulders. “Please,’ he whispered. “Optimus, please.”
"Good," Prime murmured, his voice a dark and sensual swirl in Soundwave's audials.
Soundwave looked up into deep blue optics, and beyond Prime's lust was something he couldn't name, but it set him trembling.
Prime's slow movements stilled. "Trust me," he whispered.
Soundwave had no words left, but he nodded and gripped Prime a little harder. When Prime still did not move, Soundwave uttered a frustrated sound and raised his legs, locking them behind Prime's hips.
Prime's chuckle was amused, almost teasing. "Just making sure," he rumbled gently.
Soundwave gasped when Prime began again, his spike penetrating deeply, every move causing his valve sensors to jump and stutter with the building charge. The blunt end of the spike pressed against the back of his valve, and Prime held there and rocked him, stroking his spike tip over the delicate arrays. Soundwave was only aware of the moans and whimpering pleas pouring out of him in a steady stream when they were stopped by Prime's kiss.
Long and deep and utterly devastating, Prime's mouth moved over his with such passion and tenderness, Soundwave was undone. It stripped him and laid him bare, broke down every defense he had, and then, just as the look in Prime's optics, that kiss invited him into something more, something deeper.
Somewhere in the mounting haze of passion, Soundwave realized that Prime was seducing him, each lingering kiss followed by a memory of things done and pleasure shared, spoken in the deep rumbling tones that sent shivers down his backstruts.
The thrust of Prime's spike was harder now, a little faster, his kiss more demanding, and Soundwave welcomed it, pulling Prime closer, meeting that demand with his own fervent kisses, lifting his hips to each stroke of the spike within him.
He felt Prime shudder, heard a soft groan, and Prime's weight settled on him, stopping his movements. Soundwave moaned, hands curling over Prime's shoulders, wanting to move, but pinned and helpless again, his valve rippling with pre-overload spasms. Prime groaned again and lifted his head to gaze down at him. "I'm trying to hold back and be gentle, but it's very difficult."
Soundwave could only wonder at that. When had their encounters ever been about holding back? But he thought perhaps he understood, catching the shadow of uncertainty in the Autobot's optics. He twined his mind with the Prime's and Prime let him in, and Soundwave basked for a moment in that presence, for despite his misgivings, Prime's mind was as powerful and controlled as ever.
You are not Megatron. I will never make the mistake of thinking that you are. Do not hold back with me. I know your passion well, Optimus. I welcome it.
On top of that last thought, before Soundwave could withdraw, his mind was flooded with shimmering heat, Prime's lust unleashed.
He cried out with it and Prime growled, a deep harsh tone that reverberated through his frame.
Prime's arms held him as tightly as any lock, his thighs were spread wide, and Prime's spike slammed into his aching valve with a force that made him arch back with a scream.
Prime was as demanding and dominating as Soundwave wished him to be, his cries muffled by Prime's hard kisses, spike pounding into his valve with a vigor that would have been painful, if not for Prime's care in arousing him earlier. Energy arced and snapped between sensor nodes on spike and valve, a monumental charge, rising and cresting. Blue flame slithered over armor plates and joints with a crackling hiss. Soundwave shook, moaning into Prime's mouth, hips bucking, struts arching, spreading himself wider to the heavy thrusts.
Sensors numbed and froze up with charge, then released in one massive spill of energy. His valve clamped down on Prime's spike in a spasming wave. His scream was cut off, vocalizer shorted out. He felt Prime's grip tighten as he writhed in a frenzy beneath him, heard him groan as his own release took him. One last hard thrust, and Prime's spike was buried deep within him, hot transfluid burst into his valve, and Soundwave's mind whited out with overload.
~
Vibrations under his helm and through his chassis, sounds in his audials. He drifted back slowly, becoming aware of familiar things, the sound of vent fans still running, the tick of cooling metal, the throb of powerful systems against his chassis, being held in Prime's arms, Prime's deep purr that spoke of his pleasure and satisfaction. Lips touched his helm.
"Back, I see."
Soundwave only vented a sigh and curled closer, his own systems so sated and content, he wasn't sure he could find the strength to move. He felt Prime's lips curve into a smile against his helm, felt his amusement, and realized he was still lightly linked to Prime's mind.
He followed Prime's thoughts as they drifted idly, touching on the interfacing just past, felt the lust in Prime as he sank his spike deep, watched Prime watching himself writhe in his arms. Passionate, exciting. Prime's thoughts echoed around him, memories rose of their last battle, their first meeting. Prime's interest and battlelust had ebbed quickly, with the realization that Soundwave was injured.
Prime dragged him into a nearby cave and out of danger, patched the leaking energon lines with rough field dressings, then stood up. Soundwave noted again the flicker of interest in Prime's optics, and then he was gone, no doubt thinking Soundwave incapacitated enough to remain where he was, helpless to do other than await collecting at battle's end or Prime's pleasure, whichever came first.
Soundwave shook off the delicious tingle of fear-attraction-lust that last thought brought with it, and summoned his Cassetticons from the battle to aid him.
Weeks passed and Soundwave found his thoughts drawn again and again to the powerful Autobot leader, aware each time of the mingled fear and desire heating his circuits, and finally made his decision. It had taken several attempts before Prime had responded to Soundwave's messages, just simple cryptic indicators, coordinates of the small cave and a timeframe.
The fourth such time, as Soundwave was about to leave, Prime met him with battle mask in place and weapon drawn. Soundwave removed his concussion blaster and other weaponry, laying them to the side and out of reach. Prime's optics narrowed, not convinced. Soundwave opened his chest compartment, revealing not his Cassetticons, but two pairs of mag-cuffs. He let the first drop to the ground. The second pair he placed on his wrists, locking them together. Then he bowed his head and waited.
Prime did nothing for long, long moments, and Soundwave read the hesitation in him. Whatever Prime's darker desires might be, he was an Autobot, and... he was Prime.
He flashed images into Prime's mind then, the white-hot sights and sounds of furious, battle-charged lust. Soundwave defeated, forced to his knees or on his back beneath Prime, taking Prime's spike, moaning and helpless.
Prime's mind slammed shut, forcing him out with a strength that was shocking. Disappointment rocked him. Prime was refusing. Then he looked up and found he had not judged wrongly after all. Prime's optics were fierce, a dark blaze of indigo, his surface mind filled with lust and a single, sharp warning. We will do this, but MY way, not yours.
Soundwave shivered.
Prime paced a slow circle around him, inspecting, assessing. Soundwave lowered his head submissively, but failed to still the trickle of fear and arousal working its way through his processors at the closeness of the Prime.
Nor could he halt the tremble of his frame when Prime's large hand gripped his throat, just as it had that first time.
"Now, where were we?" That deep, smooth rumble made every system leap in response.
A finger tapped Soundwave's visor and mask.
"Remove them," Prime ordered.
Soundwave slowly shook his head, trembling with terror, with desire.
No.
Prime's optics narrowed to white-hot slits.
The battle was on.
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