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Title: With Each Other.
Rating: M - Fluff, Angst and Smut!
Warnings: Implied situations.
Pairings: Blaster x Femme Soundwave
Characters: Blaster, Soundwave, Frenzy. Mentions of Megatron and Shockwave.
Prompt: Genderbending Continuity - Silence
Requested by: nkfloofiepoof
Blaster hummed softly to himself, keeping his CPU busy with multiple compositions, fighting off the effects of incarceration. His arms were chained to the wall and was only by grace of his height that his arms hung relatively comfortably while allowing him to sit down.
He couldn't remember how long had passed since he was captured by the seekers, and he was certain back at the Autobot base Prowl was working at her maximum capacity to devise a rescue mission. Hence his humming.
The Autobots Communications Officer's humming grew softer when he heard steps approaching his cell. He tried to keep his concentration on his melody, but on the back of his processor he hoped, prayed, the steps belonged to anyone but her. But luck wasn't on his side that orn.
He resigned himself and continued humming while he initiated the protocols to lock away important parts of his recent memory. He knew he couldn't fight her off. No matter how much he tried, no one could ever hide anything from her. Her telepathic abilities made it impossible to even attempt to hide anything from her. His only hope was to lock away the information in a protected sector of his memory banks.
A navy blue hand rested on his helm, stroking it gently, and Blaster had to summon all his might to hold back a shudder. It had been so long since the last time he felt those hands touching him in such way. "Stop with the pretensions, Soundwave."
Blaster's voice hid nothing, betrayal, hurt, deception, sadness, and loneliness.
Soundwave said nothing and stroked the orange helm gently once more before she claimed his lap, her legs firm against his hips. This was the worst kind of torture Blaster could ever endure, so close and yet so far away.
The femme's hands cupped the taller Autobot's face, forcing him to look at her with a firm but still gentle movement. The orange mech's blue optics stared straight into the red visor of the Decepticon's Communications officer. Soundwave retracted her mask and brushed her lip components against his cheek plates.
"Please..." Blaster pleaded with hoarse voice, his body shivering at the affection. How he missed her touch, the sweet electricity of those lips against his own. "Please, stop it, Soundwave."
But she didn't stop. The female trailed soft little kisses against the Autobot's facial plating, stopping around the corner of his mouth. She made a soft sound, a soft little humm Blaster remembered clearly and made his spark ache with need. "Just take what you want from me and go. Please..." he begged, trying to ignore the desperate want within his spark.
Soundwave buried her face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling it affectionately, pressing her chest plate against his own, huddling against him. She spoke no words, but Blaster felt her call. Completely sincere and honest, with no underlying intentions, no back stabbing plans, no lowering of his defenses -- Just the pure, raw need for him.
Blaster felt the delicate yet powerful blue digits trailing along his arms, reaching for the cuffs that restrained him, and releasing him. As soon as his arms were free, the orange mech wrapped his arms around his interrogator, holding her closer as if trying to embed her into his own frame.
Neither spoke for several moments, their mutual company and the close contact were enough to satisfy their need for each other. Blaster nuzzled her neck softly but with desperation. Oh, how he wanted to take her in his arms and just run away, run away from the war, their factions, their ideals. All he wanted was to be with her.
Soundwave pulled away a little and took hold of his face again, kissing him deeply, and invitingly. Blaster needed no further encouragement and let his passion loose, pushing her to the ground before he proceeded to ravage her mouth with his own. Hands stroking the plating, searching, reacquainting with the frame he hadn't touched in vorns.
Soundwave remained silent through the ordeal, muffling her sounds of pleasure with her lover's mouth or other parts of his chassis within her reach. When their overload hit it took all her might to keep her vocal processor from producing any sounds in response to the blissful ministrations of her mate.
Blaster groaned softly, recovering from the intense experience and kissed her face tenderly. "I guess the interrogation comes now?"
Soundwave shook her head and pushed the Autobot off her smaller frame, opening a small compartment on her arm, she produced a small card and handed it to him while she retracted her mask. The visored femme ejected Frenzy from her chest, the cassette who looked like a sparkling forced out of his recharge cycle looked confusedly up to his creators, nodding to Soundwave quickly once he seemed to understand what she wanted of him.
Soundwave nodded and stepped aside, handing the card to Blaster, while Frenzy took hold of the orange mech's hand and guided him away through the corridors and secret passages hidden over the Decepticon base. The female Decepticon leaned against the walls of the containment cell, there would be other opportunities to acquire information from other Autobots. For now all that mattered was to know Blaster would be all right and Shockwave in trouble once Megatron found out Blaster escaped with her access card.
No, Soundwave wasn't above petty revenge against the purple femme. Especially if said purple femme intended to extract information from her lover the hard way.
The female Communications Officer, stroked her arm absently, silently hoping for a time when she and Blaster could be together again, a time where she could explain why she joined the Decepticons, why her loyalties were for Megatron and how the safety of their children had played in her decision.
Maybe some day.
Rating: M - Fluff, Angst and Smut!
Warnings: Implied situations.
Pairings: Blaster x Femme Soundwave
Characters: Blaster, Soundwave, Frenzy. Mentions of Megatron and Shockwave.
Prompt: Genderbending Continuity - Silence
Requested by: nkfloofiepoof
Blaster hummed softly to himself, keeping his CPU busy with multiple compositions, fighting off the effects of incarceration. His arms were chained to the wall and was only by grace of his height that his arms hung relatively comfortably while allowing him to sit down.
He couldn't remember how long had passed since he was captured by the seekers, and he was certain back at the Autobot base Prowl was working at her maximum capacity to devise a rescue mission. Hence his humming.
The Autobots Communications Officer's humming grew softer when he heard steps approaching his cell. He tried to keep his concentration on his melody, but on the back of his processor he hoped, prayed, the steps belonged to anyone but her. But luck wasn't on his side that orn.
He resigned himself and continued humming while he initiated the protocols to lock away important parts of his recent memory. He knew he couldn't fight her off. No matter how much he tried, no one could ever hide anything from her. Her telepathic abilities made it impossible to even attempt to hide anything from her. His only hope was to lock away the information in a protected sector of his memory banks.
A navy blue hand rested on his helm, stroking it gently, and Blaster had to summon all his might to hold back a shudder. It had been so long since the last time he felt those hands touching him in such way. "Stop with the pretensions, Soundwave."
Blaster's voice hid nothing, betrayal, hurt, deception, sadness, and loneliness.
Soundwave said nothing and stroked the orange helm gently once more before she claimed his lap, her legs firm against his hips. This was the worst kind of torture Blaster could ever endure, so close and yet so far away.
The femme's hands cupped the taller Autobot's face, forcing him to look at her with a firm but still gentle movement. The orange mech's blue optics stared straight into the red visor of the Decepticon's Communications officer. Soundwave retracted her mask and brushed her lip components against his cheek plates.
"Please..." Blaster pleaded with hoarse voice, his body shivering at the affection. How he missed her touch, the sweet electricity of those lips against his own. "Please, stop it, Soundwave."
But she didn't stop. The female trailed soft little kisses against the Autobot's facial plating, stopping around the corner of his mouth. She made a soft sound, a soft little humm Blaster remembered clearly and made his spark ache with need. "Just take what you want from me and go. Please..." he begged, trying to ignore the desperate want within his spark.
Soundwave buried her face in the crook of his neck, nuzzling it affectionately, pressing her chest plate against his own, huddling against him. She spoke no words, but Blaster felt her call. Completely sincere and honest, with no underlying intentions, no back stabbing plans, no lowering of his defenses -- Just the pure, raw need for him.
Blaster felt the delicate yet powerful blue digits trailing along his arms, reaching for the cuffs that restrained him, and releasing him. As soon as his arms were free, the orange mech wrapped his arms around his interrogator, holding her closer as if trying to embed her into his own frame.
Neither spoke for several moments, their mutual company and the close contact were enough to satisfy their need for each other. Blaster nuzzled her neck softly but with desperation. Oh, how he wanted to take her in his arms and just run away, run away from the war, their factions, their ideals. All he wanted was to be with her.
Soundwave pulled away a little and took hold of his face again, kissing him deeply, and invitingly. Blaster needed no further encouragement and let his passion loose, pushing her to the ground before he proceeded to ravage her mouth with his own. Hands stroking the plating, searching, reacquainting with the frame he hadn't touched in vorns.
Soundwave remained silent through the ordeal, muffling her sounds of pleasure with her lover's mouth or other parts of his chassis within her reach. When their overload hit it took all her might to keep her vocal processor from producing any sounds in response to the blissful ministrations of her mate.
Blaster groaned softly, recovering from the intense experience and kissed her face tenderly. "I guess the interrogation comes now?"
Soundwave shook her head and pushed the Autobot off her smaller frame, opening a small compartment on her arm, she produced a small card and handed it to him while she retracted her mask. The visored femme ejected Frenzy from her chest, the cassette who looked like a sparkling forced out of his recharge cycle looked confusedly up to his creators, nodding to Soundwave quickly once he seemed to understand what she wanted of him.
Soundwave nodded and stepped aside, handing the card to Blaster, while Frenzy took hold of the orange mech's hand and guided him away through the corridors and secret passages hidden over the Decepticon base. The female Decepticon leaned against the walls of the containment cell, there would be other opportunities to acquire information from other Autobots. For now all that mattered was to know Blaster would be all right and Shockwave in trouble once Megatron found out Blaster escaped with her access card.
No, Soundwave wasn't above petty revenge against the purple femme. Especially if said purple femme intended to extract information from her lover the hard way.
The female Communications Officer, stroked her arm absently, silently hoping for a time when she and Blaster could be together again, a time where she could explain why she joined the Decepticons, why her loyalties were for Megatron and how the safety of their children had played in her decision.
Maybe some day.