Yet more Adjustment.
Heavily NC-17. Smut, overloads, hack-play, this entire chapter is just Road and Shocks getting it on. If that bugs you, ditch.
Shockwave was filling out some datapads, and didn't bother looking up when Roadstead walked in. The Seeker smiled at the familiar form, the long narrow 'face' with its antlers and yellow optic, the broad chest... Roadstead couldn't see the rest, but knew what there was. The slender waist, and the long legs... The Seeker thought that Shockwave's legs were his favorite part. His tank-form treads were hidden away, smoothed out and packed inside and under plating, leaving long and very touchable limbs.
"Hello, Shockwave. Do you have time?" Roadstead asked, stopping before the desk and waiting to be acknowledged, wings fluttering enticingly.
"Oh?" The tank looked up, antlers angling forward as he recognized the brown Seeker. "Roadstead. Hello. I need a breem to finish this report. You may go in to my room if you wish."
Roadstead swept his wings down respectfully. "Thank you, Shockwave." Turning, he circled around the desk and past Shockwave, going for the door in a shadowed alcove. It opened as he neared, and the Seeker was allowed into the general's sanctum.
The entire room was dim, and rather spartan. Shockwave had never seen much use, so he said, for luxuries... other than his berth. That piece of furniture was as comfortable as he could find, with plush blankets and a multitude of toys available. Roadstead saw no need to hide this shivers of anticipation he felt.
When Shockwave came in, Roadstead was waiting with energon for the both of them, high-grade for the energy-boost it would give them. He would need it, the Seeker knew that well. "Thank you. What brings you back to New Kaon, Roadstead?"
"The femme- I guess you didn't see her. We had another OC manifest, and I got to show her around. She's Seeker-framed, but..." Roadstead twitched his winds in a shrug. "She'd not doing too poorly. I left her in your office with Reflector."
Shockwave chuckled, a deep, rich sound. "Then I trust they will enjoy themselves. You have been home?"
"Yeah," Roadstead answered. "I took her home. And I went to see Sunrain. Saved the best for last..." He smiled at Shockwave, then dropped his gaze and drank the cube. He didn't need to look to know how his words made that yellow optic brighten, the antlers twist forward hungrily. He was not Shockwave's favored frame-type, but Seekers were slim enough to please Shockwave, and Roadstead had been with the general multiple times.
"Did you?" Shockwave asked, sipping the high-grade though his mesh-mouth. He put it aside before it was empty, and placed his claws on Roadstead, fingering around the cable port he liked to start with. Roadstead took the initiative to lead them back, towards that so-plush berth, and he was already venting harder.
"You know me," Roadstead agreed, opening the port. "And I know that good things are worth waiting for..." He shivered as Shockwave's hacking cord was exposed and extended, and then again as the guardian slipped into his systems.
Shockwave had no troubles disposing of Roadstead's firewalls, and Roadstead had a moment of time to consider how fragging lucky they were that Shockwave was loyal. If he weren't, the war would probably be over already, over long ago...
And then the Seeker mewled as his spike and valve were taken offline, the panel locked shut. Shockwave always did that, and there was always a moment of fear as he did so. What if, this time, he forgot to undo it? What if the virus, the code-lock, didn't degrade in a few joors as it was supposed to?
Roadstead fell backwards, onto the berth, and immediately arched and cried out, wings scrapping against the rubber. Then his chassis was disconnected from his processor. Not fully, not enough to make a mech panic, not enough to stop his chassis' reaction. The Seeker knew what would happen now. Shockwave would play him, touch and indulge in all those things that felt good, and pleasure would build and build, unfelt until Shockwave released the block and it all crashed down at once.
There was a reason that the vulnerable one never quite remembered the details of what went on during hacking play. There was often so very much to process that the making of memories was only of secondary, or tertiary, importance.
After visiting Shockwave so many times, however, Roadstead was able to correlate memories, flashes of memory, into something like a coherent picture. He had mentioned it to Shockwave, sometimes, in the moments they took for talking, and the guardian had laughed and wished him luck.
Right now, Shockwave was rubbing the brown wings, just barely scratching them, and Roadstead knew they would be sore and hot for orns after he left. The Seeker mewled, squirmed as well as he could, and begged for more, begged to feel. His begging had no effect, except to cause Shockwave to, finally, engage his own vents.
"You beg so well... Beg so prettily. Seekers are supposed to be arrogant things, demanding, and yet you all beg so readily, so well. You love it, do you not? And everyone knows it..." Shockwave didn't, exactly, talk dirty, and he also never really, quite, meant the attack that his words gave. Roadstead knew that, and yet he couldn't help but react, burning from need he couldn't even feel.
Finally, Shockwave felt he had done enough and cut through the block, and Roadstead's world shattered. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, and he wasn't going to remember this in anything but flashes. The Seeker writhed and screamed unashamedly, and panted when Shockwave let him wind down. The guardian used the moments to drink more of his high-grade, and slip more cables into the ports he opened. It was kind of nice, really, to let someone else take care of the basics like that.
"You know you'd have more memories if you didn't blitz yourself on high-grade whenever you came to me," Shockwave said, laughing a little.
"I'd only have... to drink three cubes of normal, too," Roadstead agreed, voice hoarse and full of static. He arched up again as Shockwave, apparently in a very playful mood, poured a small amount of his high-grade against the sensitized wings. There went thinking.
Shockwave could not lick up the energon, and had simply poured it to allow the energy to crackle against the Seeker's wings. They both knew that. As hack-play went, it was almost tame, and so Roadstead decided to play back, to reach up and take one of those antlers in his hand. Shockwave indulged himself and shifted lower, letting Roadstead lick and suck on the antler, and the Seeker never noticed the overload inhibitor code taking over his system.
Roadstead did notice as his chest-plates parting. He didn't remember giving the command, and then realized that he hadn't. One of Shockwave's claws came up, and a code had to have been used, yet again, because Roadstead knew he shouldn't be whimpering from something as simple as touches to his spark. Moaning, crying out, sure. Not whimpering, and he was back to begging.
"Primus, please, Shockwave, I need you, more of you, please, please..." Roadstead begged, mindlessly, and right against that antler in his mouth. He could feel how good it felt, feel the vibrations of his speech echo from Shockwave, and then the pleasure broke again, crested and peaked. Roadstead was one of the few whom Shockwave trusted enough to see the guardian's overloads, to see them and to remember them, but the Seeker didn't care right then. Shockwave was overloading, going tense and giving a low moan, but Roadstead was not.
"Slag you... Slag you, Shockwave, please, I need- Ah!" The Seeker's pleas were cut off as Shockwave manipulated coding, creating pleasure in Roadstead without touching him. The pleasure was almost torturous, tumbling on top of the earlier pleasure with no release possible. Roadstead screeched and writhed, clawing at Shockwave without a thought.
Shockwave had complete control of Roadstead, if he wanted it. Shockwave was enjoying that control, even though he wasn't doing all that much to exercise it. And in return, Roadstead was able to completely let go. The Seeker could do, or attempt, anything he wanted to do, could react anyway way he needed, without any fear of hurting or displeasing Shockwave. And out of the other hackers Roadstead had interfaced with, Shockwave was good enough to enforce his control and stop Roadstead without the Seeker even realizing what was happening, when it was needed.
Finally, Shockwave had to allow the overload or risk Roadstead overheating. The Seeker thrashed and shrieked so loud that the guardian considered muting him, stilling him, and then it was over. Roadstead fell into recharge, vents still hitching, and Shockwave pulled the limp frame closer, stroking the still exposed spark. The guardian had not yet received everything he had wanted from this encounter, and so he opened now, pressing against the spark which was fluttering in aftershocks even now. Shockwave moaned deeply and let the merging of sparks take its course until he overloaded once again.
Only then did he undo all the coding-locks he had made, close up Roadstead's chest, and finish the energon which was out. Then he nestled next to the Seeker. Roadstead had more than earned the privilege of recharging here, and Shockwave gave himself up to recharge as well.
Roadstead woke up warm, with a warmth to his spark which he knew meant that he had been used while he recharged. How much he had been used, he didn't know, and he didn't really care. It was why he had come to Shockwave, after all. To let go, to enjoy himself, to be enjoyed, it was everything he had wanted...
Shockwave woke a few moments later, and made no hurry to leave the berth. "You have been gone quite long. I do not think it was good for you."
"Hate to tell you, Shockwave, but I don't think this 'war' thing is good for anyone," Roadstead answered, smiling. They were still in the general's room, still causal.
"We are on earth now. Does that not usually indicate the endgame is starting?" And that was one of the odder things to get used to, the idea of Shockwave reading fanfiction.
"Heh. Yeah, it does. But even the endgames can take years," the Seeker reminded, stretching. Shockwave nodded, agreeing, and then stood and drew energon for them both. Roadstead smiled as the cube was handed to him. "Thank you. I guess I should go find my ward..."
"Soon," Shockwave agreed. "We both know she is safe. And we know that you are still a little broken."
Roadstead nodded in silent acquiescence. He was 'broken', though he knew it was purely mental. Shockwave would have undone his additions, and the Seeker had left the room while he still felt like this, before. There was no real need to do so now, and he could take the time to recall himself, become what he was again.
Shockwave left his room, went to work, and still Roadstead lingered, in part simply because he could. It was a joor later when the Seeker finally left the room, after another cube of energon and a quick shower. His motions were easy when he left, and he went so far as to clasp Shockwave's hand when leaving, while thanking him for 'all he had done'. The mech outside might have guessed what had happened, but he didn't know, and that was how it should be.
Roadstead left Darkmount, then, looking for Reflector's residence. He still had an OC to oversee, and she was most likely with the camera. Time to go retrieve her.
Shockwave was filling out some datapads, and didn't bother looking up when Roadstead walked in. The Seeker smiled at the familiar form, the long narrow 'face' with its antlers and yellow optic, the broad chest... Roadstead couldn't see the rest, but knew what there was. The slender waist, and the long legs... The Seeker thought that Shockwave's legs were his favorite part. His tank-form treads were hidden away, smoothed out and packed inside and under plating, leaving long and very touchable limbs.
"Hello, Shockwave. Do you have time?" Roadstead asked, stopping before the desk and waiting to be acknowledged, wings fluttering enticingly.
"Oh?" The tank looked up, antlers angling forward as he recognized the brown Seeker. "Roadstead. Hello. I need a breem to finish this report. You may go in to my room if you wish."
Roadstead swept his wings down respectfully. "Thank you, Shockwave." Turning, he circled around the desk and past Shockwave, going for the door in a shadowed alcove. It opened as he neared, and the Seeker was allowed into the general's sanctum.
The entire room was dim, and rather spartan. Shockwave had never seen much use, so he said, for luxuries... other than his berth. That piece of furniture was as comfortable as he could find, with plush blankets and a multitude of toys available. Roadstead saw no need to hide this shivers of anticipation he felt.
When Shockwave came in, Roadstead was waiting with energon for the both of them, high-grade for the energy-boost it would give them. He would need it, the Seeker knew that well. "Thank you. What brings you back to New Kaon, Roadstead?"
"The femme- I guess you didn't see her. We had another OC manifest, and I got to show her around. She's Seeker-framed, but..." Roadstead twitched his winds in a shrug. "She'd not doing too poorly. I left her in your office with Reflector."
Shockwave chuckled, a deep, rich sound. "Then I trust they will enjoy themselves. You have been home?"
"Yeah," Roadstead answered. "I took her home. And I went to see Sunrain. Saved the best for last..." He smiled at Shockwave, then dropped his gaze and drank the cube. He didn't need to look to know how his words made that yellow optic brighten, the antlers twist forward hungrily. He was not Shockwave's favored frame-type, but Seekers were slim enough to please Shockwave, and Roadstead had been with the general multiple times.
"Did you?" Shockwave asked, sipping the high-grade though his mesh-mouth. He put it aside before it was empty, and placed his claws on Roadstead, fingering around the cable port he liked to start with. Roadstead took the initiative to lead them back, towards that so-plush berth, and he was already venting harder.
"You know me," Roadstead agreed, opening the port. "And I know that good things are worth waiting for..." He shivered as Shockwave's hacking cord was exposed and extended, and then again as the guardian slipped into his systems.
Shockwave had no troubles disposing of Roadstead's firewalls, and Roadstead had a moment of time to consider how fragging lucky they were that Shockwave was loyal. If he weren't, the war would probably be over already, over long ago...
And then the Seeker mewled as his spike and valve were taken offline, the panel locked shut. Shockwave always did that, and there was always a moment of fear as he did so. What if, this time, he forgot to undo it? What if the virus, the code-lock, didn't degrade in a few joors as it was supposed to?
Roadstead fell backwards, onto the berth, and immediately arched and cried out, wings scrapping against the rubber. Then his chassis was disconnected from his processor. Not fully, not enough to make a mech panic, not enough to stop his chassis' reaction. The Seeker knew what would happen now. Shockwave would play him, touch and indulge in all those things that felt good, and pleasure would build and build, unfelt until Shockwave released the block and it all crashed down at once.
There was a reason that the vulnerable one never quite remembered the details of what went on during hacking play. There was often so very much to process that the making of memories was only of secondary, or tertiary, importance.
After visiting Shockwave so many times, however, Roadstead was able to correlate memories, flashes of memory, into something like a coherent picture. He had mentioned it to Shockwave, sometimes, in the moments they took for talking, and the guardian had laughed and wished him luck.
Right now, Shockwave was rubbing the brown wings, just barely scratching them, and Roadstead knew they would be sore and hot for orns after he left. The Seeker mewled, squirmed as well as he could, and begged for more, begged to feel. His begging had no effect, except to cause Shockwave to, finally, engage his own vents.
"You beg so well... Beg so prettily. Seekers are supposed to be arrogant things, demanding, and yet you all beg so readily, so well. You love it, do you not? And everyone knows it..." Shockwave didn't, exactly, talk dirty, and he also never really, quite, meant the attack that his words gave. Roadstead knew that, and yet he couldn't help but react, burning from need he couldn't even feel.
Finally, Shockwave felt he had done enough and cut through the block, and Roadstead's world shattered. The pleasure was too much, too overwhelming, and he wasn't going to remember this in anything but flashes. The Seeker writhed and screamed unashamedly, and panted when Shockwave let him wind down. The guardian used the moments to drink more of his high-grade, and slip more cables into the ports he opened. It was kind of nice, really, to let someone else take care of the basics like that.
"You know you'd have more memories if you didn't blitz yourself on high-grade whenever you came to me," Shockwave said, laughing a little.
"I'd only have... to drink three cubes of normal, too," Roadstead agreed, voice hoarse and full of static. He arched up again as Shockwave, apparently in a very playful mood, poured a small amount of his high-grade against the sensitized wings. There went thinking.
Shockwave could not lick up the energon, and had simply poured it to allow the energy to crackle against the Seeker's wings. They both knew that. As hack-play went, it was almost tame, and so Roadstead decided to play back, to reach up and take one of those antlers in his hand. Shockwave indulged himself and shifted lower, letting Roadstead lick and suck on the antler, and the Seeker never noticed the overload inhibitor code taking over his system.
Roadstead did notice as his chest-plates parting. He didn't remember giving the command, and then realized that he hadn't. One of Shockwave's claws came up, and a code had to have been used, yet again, because Roadstead knew he shouldn't be whimpering from something as simple as touches to his spark. Moaning, crying out, sure. Not whimpering, and he was back to begging.
"Primus, please, Shockwave, I need you, more of you, please, please..." Roadstead begged, mindlessly, and right against that antler in his mouth. He could feel how good it felt, feel the vibrations of his speech echo from Shockwave, and then the pleasure broke again, crested and peaked. Roadstead was one of the few whom Shockwave trusted enough to see the guardian's overloads, to see them and to remember them, but the Seeker didn't care right then. Shockwave was overloading, going tense and giving a low moan, but Roadstead was not.
"Slag you... Slag you, Shockwave, please, I need- Ah!" The Seeker's pleas were cut off as Shockwave manipulated coding, creating pleasure in Roadstead without touching him. The pleasure was almost torturous, tumbling on top of the earlier pleasure with no release possible. Roadstead screeched and writhed, clawing at Shockwave without a thought.
Shockwave had complete control of Roadstead, if he wanted it. Shockwave was enjoying that control, even though he wasn't doing all that much to exercise it. And in return, Roadstead was able to completely let go. The Seeker could do, or attempt, anything he wanted to do, could react anyway way he needed, without any fear of hurting or displeasing Shockwave. And out of the other hackers Roadstead had interfaced with, Shockwave was good enough to enforce his control and stop Roadstead without the Seeker even realizing what was happening, when it was needed.
Finally, Shockwave had to allow the overload or risk Roadstead overheating. The Seeker thrashed and shrieked so loud that the guardian considered muting him, stilling him, and then it was over. Roadstead fell into recharge, vents still hitching, and Shockwave pulled the limp frame closer, stroking the still exposed spark. The guardian had not yet received everything he had wanted from this encounter, and so he opened now, pressing against the spark which was fluttering in aftershocks even now. Shockwave moaned deeply and let the merging of sparks take its course until he overloaded once again.
Only then did he undo all the coding-locks he had made, close up Roadstead's chest, and finish the energon which was out. Then he nestled next to the Seeker. Roadstead had more than earned the privilege of recharging here, and Shockwave gave himself up to recharge as well.
Roadstead woke up warm, with a warmth to his spark which he knew meant that he had been used while he recharged. How much he had been used, he didn't know, and he didn't really care. It was why he had come to Shockwave, after all. To let go, to enjoy himself, to be enjoyed, it was everything he had wanted...
Shockwave woke a few moments later, and made no hurry to leave the berth. "You have been gone quite long. I do not think it was good for you."
"Hate to tell you, Shockwave, but I don't think this 'war' thing is good for anyone," Roadstead answered, smiling. They were still in the general's room, still causal.
"We are on earth now. Does that not usually indicate the endgame is starting?" And that was one of the odder things to get used to, the idea of Shockwave reading fanfiction.
"Heh. Yeah, it does. But even the endgames can take years," the Seeker reminded, stretching. Shockwave nodded, agreeing, and then stood and drew energon for them both. Roadstead smiled as the cube was handed to him. "Thank you. I guess I should go find my ward..."
"Soon," Shockwave agreed. "We both know she is safe. And we know that you are still a little broken."
Roadstead nodded in silent acquiescence. He was 'broken', though he knew it was purely mental. Shockwave would have undone his additions, and the Seeker had left the room while he still felt like this, before. There was no real need to do so now, and he could take the time to recall himself, become what he was again.
Shockwave left his room, went to work, and still Roadstead lingered, in part simply because he could. It was a joor later when the Seeker finally left the room, after another cube of energon and a quick shower. His motions were easy when he left, and he went so far as to clasp Shockwave's hand when leaving, while thanking him for 'all he had done'. The mech outside might have guessed what had happened, but he didn't know, and that was how it should be.
Roadstead left Darkmount, then, looking for Reflector's residence. He still had an OC to oversee, and she was most likely with the camera. Time to go retrieve her.