Faceless in the Crowd
Title: Faceless in the Crowd
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Characters: Megatron/Breakdown, Soundwave/Knock Out
Rating: M
Warnings: Slash, sticky,
Disclaimer: I clearly don't own transformers.
~Personnel report~
Breakdown
I glance down the information blankly. No one else would see what I see, could hear the words not said.
Ever since the medic’s assistant arrived, he’s been as loyal as a soldier can be, looking up to Megatron. He worked relentlessly to help Knock Out repair our Lord, and seemed content with only that at the time.
A small sigh is released from my vents.
That incident.
I remember that was when I began to see beneath their masks, see their true emotions on the topic. Megatron tried so very hard to hide his feelings, but I saw them in each denial he gave to help his warrior.
I saw the feed from Laserbeak, showing me how Breakdown fought Bulkhead and won, only to be ambushed and captured by those humans. I informed Starscream, hoping he could use that almighty mouth of his to get through to Megatron.
“Breakdown is on his own” was his words. They sounded harsh to the lowly second in command, but I could see further into this. Megatron cared, but he couldn’t show his weakness. He never once turned to face Starscream or myself, probably trying to hide that look I’ve noticed more recently that he gets when he worries about his blue warrior.
Closing the file, I continue to think.
Starscream thought that he could gain Breakdown’s loyalty by saving him, but what he does not realize is such loyalty is not easily given when there are deeper emotions between the lord and his soldier.
Breakdown felt dejected after that, trying to prove himself several times to Megatron, but then came the night. Megatron called Breakdown alone to the bridge, thinking none of us could see or hear what happened. He forgot that I see and hear all on this ship.
I intervened, causing Megatron to be angry with me. He didn’t realize I had seen them kiss twice, nor that I saw him send the invitation to his private quarters to Breakdown.
That was about one earth week ago.
Leaving the station I had been working at, I walk slowly down the halls back to the main bridge.
The door slides open silently to reveal Megatron and Breakdown in the center of the room, while a few Eradicons work at the sides, ignorant of what is going on.
I sneak in, not one sound leaving me.
Megatron’s servo is holding Breakdown’s, their digits intertwined almost delicately. Megatron speaks in a hushed toned, keeping their conversation as private as he can manage.
I don’t believe they’ve got beyond simple courting yet. If they have…I’d prefer not delve too much on that point.
I proceed to my station, uncaring of whether they see me or not. Apparently Breakdown is more observant than I would have guessed as he spots me and tells Megatron.
“Ah, Soundwave” Megatron smirks slightly, “I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something”
Breakdown shares a final glance with our Lord before leaving, soon followed by the few Eradicons. The doors shut with a small hiss, trapping the pair of us in the room.
I tilt my helm to the side questioningly, not bothering with a sound clip.
“Soundwave, I must ask…” he pauses for a brief moment, deliberating on his words. “Have you…noticed anything…odd going on?”
I straighten up, staring numbly at my friend. “I was busy sorting out one of my troops” the recording of his voice plays from last week, before I add to it “Love is in the air” in Knock Out’s irritating voice.
He grits his dental plating, a deep frown passing across his faceplates. “Is it that obvious?”
Shaking my helm, I watch as he relaxes a little. “Don’t sneak up on me!” Starscream’s voice plays from me.
Lord Megatron chuckles for a moment. “I should have remembered how good you were at observing” It’s at this moment I see a flash of something in his red optics. “And on that topic,” he turns away, probably trying to hide his embarrassment, “Could you keep an eye on Knock Out for me?”
“Why?” I ask in Breakdown’s voice, causing him to flinch slightly.
“I’m worried that he may try to steal Breakdown from me” the warlord huffs, “I know it wouldn’t happen, but I don’t trust him” he turns back, anger and jealously evident in his optics, “I want to be certain he isn’t trying anything”
I nod slowly, a little surprised that my old friend is so worried about such a petty idea. I guess it doesn’t help Breakdown and Knock Out share quarters at the moment…
Quickly accessing another voice clip of Starscream, I go to leave “Check tonight!”
“Oh and Soundwave” Megatron calls out as I reach the doorway, “Don’t let Breakdown know I asked this of you”
After a couple more megacycles of work, I head off towards the quarters of the medic in question, all the while wondering about why Megatron is so insecure all of a sudden. As far as I can see, Breakdown’s optic is only for Megatron, and not anyone else.
What next? Will Breakdown ask me to spy on Starscream in case he “tries anything”?
I easily reach my destination, keying in an override code silently. The door opens with a light hiss, and I am shocked to find the medic standing in the center of the shared berth room, a clear grin across his faceplates.
He glances round, his grin only widening as he spots me. “Soundwave?” he asks as quietly as he can muster, “What brings you sneaking into my humble abode?” he turns and carefully poses himself, shifting his weight more prominently onto his left hip, his right one raised with his servo resting gently on it.
I pause for a moment, unsure why he’s doing that.
“Keep an eye on Knock Out” I play at a much lower volume than usual, spotting the recharging Breakdown in his respective berth.
“Moi? Why would Lord Megatron want to watch me?” he feigns shock before smirking, “Don’t blame him actually, I am the most good looking on the ship”
I don’t respond, already somewhat uninterested in my assignment.
He notices somehow. “You were forced to?” he takes up a more neutral pose, his gloss still shining delicately in the low lighting. “Is this because he and Breakdown are an item now?”
I jump back a little, “How…do you know?” I mangle some of Starscream’s vocals together to demand an answer of the medic.
He motions for quiet, pointing at Breakdown.
“Megatron…” the blue warrior mumbles, “I’ll never leave you”
Knock Out smirks, folding his arms. “He talks in his recharge…get some of my best gossip like that”
I want to slam my processor against the wall right then. How in Primus could Megatron not know that? I know they recharged together a few times. With another brief moment, I eventually play “Steal Breakdown” in Megatron’s voice, directed as a question so I can find out and leave as soon as possible.
Knock Out cocks his helm to the side much like I did earlier. “Steal him? Why would I take him?” He strokes his chin in thought, “If I was interested in that way, I could have claimed him solar cycles ago” I am somewhat shocked as his expression lightens and something new appears, a look I never recall seeing on the medic before…one that I find interesting. “Why would I want him when I really want…?” he cuts himself off, venting harshly and averting his optics.
I look skeptically at him, unsure why I am concerned, feeling as if I know the answer.
He takes a couple of steps towards me. “Can you keep a secret?” he asks suddenly. With a simple nod, he inhales cool air through his system, attempting to calm himself. “Soundwave…” he looks at me, his optics giving away all.
I flinch, stepping back a single step. He continues to look, those love filled optics seemingly staring through my mask, making me feel exposed and naked.
I cover my mask and turn away, suddenly worried he CAN in fact see my face, but find myself more worried when he places a servo on my shoulder plating.
“Can I have a single request?” he asks gently, hope filling those red optics.
“Request: Accepted” I murmur, realizing too late that I spoke. I shake my head and cover more of my mask, trying to hide from him.
He licks his lips delicately, his servo still on my shoulder plating. “Can I…kiss you?”
I buzz slightly, my world spinning.
Why does he want me? It’s illogical.
I am not noticed by anyone…so why has he noticed me? I am silent, stealthy…faceless. He is almost the total opposite, so why?
I shut my optics, trying to gather my thoughts again. “Unsure” I automatically answer, again with my own voice.
He strokes along the lines of my mask, clearly liking the lack of a denial. “Just one kiss…” he purrs lowly, “More if you like it”
I feel completely flustered now. How can I just react to that?
Before I can speak against the action, he hits the release for my mask. I honestly forgot he would know where the locking mechanism was…he is a medic after all.
I panic.
Forcing myself away from his hand, I curse to myself as he is now holding my mask and I am exposed. I cover my face with my own hands again, hiding once more.
He chuckles, inspecting my mask as he speaks. “Why so shy? I won’t bite…unless you want me to”
I repel a shudder, not liking where this is going. I never would have calculated this turn of events; otherwise I would have sent Laserbeak to spy on them from the ventilation. I peep through my digits, seeing the mech before me with my own optics instead of the enhanced screen that is in my mask.
“Illogical” I hiss at him, staying firmly where I am.
“What?”
I shake my head, hating that he is evoking emotions I swear I deleted a long time ago…or is it instinctive programming? I really can’t tell, as they are as foreign to me as I would expect them to be.
He places weight to one hip again, fiddling with my mask amusedly. I can’t help but want to edge closer, and feel worse when I actually do.
He smirks a devilish smirk, no words coming from him. I take another cautious step forward and look through the gaps in my digits, catching his optics. His expression again softens, clearly sensing my conflict.
With a soft vent of warm air, he reaches over with his free hand and gently captures my right servo in his, pulling it gently from my faceplates. I still, again scared of what is going on. He smiles warmly before gently moving the other one.
He looks at me.
My true face.
Me.
Still frozen to the spot, he gently strokes my faceplates with his talons, tickling the sensitive areas lovingly. Before I’m sure about this, he brings himself closer, lining his chassis up with my own. I’m amazed how well our forms seem to fit together.
“Ready?” he asks quietly.
I shake my head. No. I don’t think I would ever be ready for this sort of thing.
He leans in and captures my mouth with his own, causing my vents to hitch in an instant. Deepening the kiss, his glossa traces my bottom lip rhythmically, making me automatically grant him access to my oral cavity.
He slips his glossa inside, exploring and probing it before eventually brushing against my own glossa. I shiver as he wraps his around my own glossa, guiding it back into his own oral cavity. I can taste something sweet but don’t know what I should actually do.
Nervously, I retract my glossa, finding him pull away, and much to my surprise, I’m somewhat disappointed with that fact.
He doesn’t move away, remaining unnaturally close, awaiting my request or something.
I stand there, trying to process the information. Knock Out likes me. He loves me…he WANTS me…
Letting out a small buzz, I lock optics again, looking into his lovely crimson red ones. He gives me a questioning look, wanting the answer. Unsure what it is myself, I find my processor always coming back to the same answer each time I contemplate.
I want Knock Out.
We stare at each other for a moment, both as nervous as the other…now I can see why Megatron may be submitting to emotions I have not ever seen in him!
“Soundwave…want Knock Out” I mumble, forgetting momentarily how rarely I ever speak.
Knock Out looks a little surprised by my answer. “Really?”
I nod once.
He grins a little, stroking my exposed faceplate with one of his servos. “Why hide something which is beautiful?” he hums to himself, slowly leaning closer and again kissing me.
I again stiffen, as unsure as before. As he pulls away this time, he lifts my mask back up to my exposed face, giving me one last longing look before clipping it back in.
Feeling a little flustered, I try to answer his question. I simply repeat the action from earlier of covering my facial area. He seems to understand, bringing me into an embrace I didn’t ask for. I can feel his vents blowing warm air on me as well as the steady pulse of his spark. Knock Out is more desirable than I want to admit…I really want him now.
He pulls away, again surprising me, as I feel upset by this too.
“Mmmm Megatron…” Breakdown whines from the berth, making the two of us look at him again. “But I want to…I want to be your mate”
I shudder at that particular thought.
Man does that recharge talker knows when to be quiet! Of course he couldn’t distract Knock Out before! But on the note of what he just said, that confirms my suspicions the pair haven’t interfaced yet, but it is still somewhat fresh in mind for both.
Knock Out gives me a smug look, clearly thinking something similar about me.
“Must report findings” Starscream’s voice plays from me as I turn to leave.
The cherry red medic vents calmly, “Soundwave, can you wait until next sol to report to Megatron…you can tell him over some energon” he got a devilish smirk as he sauntered closer, “Breakdown and I often go to energize while he does…now I know why”
I nod warily, trying to watch him carefully as he circles me. When he backs off with a smirk, I quickly make my way to the door, exiting and heading off towards my own quarters, somewhat worried he’s going to follow me.
Recharge is hard to come by on a normal cycle for me, so now that he’s worked me up, I know it’s going to be hard to stop over-analyzing the situation the medic put me in.
I must have distracted myself enough though, because next thing I know, I’ve somewhat over-recharged and have to rush to get to the officer’s lounge for the morning energon with Megatron.
I rush in, wanting to rush straight back out when I see Knock Out has a seat next to him waiting for me, as well as a cube of energon.
Before I can though, I see the small but awkward distance between Megatron and Breakdown. They are sat side by side, both deliberately looking away from the other. I also notice tenseness in their frames, more noticeable in Megatron most probably due to his nerves on that subject.
With the time I spent looking at them, Megatron noticed my gaze and calls me over. “It’s not often we see you in here Soundwave” he comments, his face as blank as he can keep it.
I vent a sigh, flopping down next to Knock Out and merely staring at the cube of energon there for me. The reason I never come in here is because I have to remove my mask to refuel, but I don’t like to do that for I like to keep to myself…I don’t need everyone staring at me!
“Report” I play Starscream’s voice, catching a touch of fear in Megatron’s face.
Breakdown frowns at me, clearly suspicious of what I’m reporting on. Megatron glances around the three of us in his presence, gritting his denta as he gives me a hard look as if telling me not to speak. I look to Knock Out who gives me a flirtatious smile much to my embarrassment.
“Breakdown is safe” I say, causing the pair before me to jump back in shock.
Megatron looks bewildered, while Breakdown looks seriously freaked out. “Who’s voice was that?” the one eyed mech asks me nervously.
Before I answer, Megatron cuts in. “What’s wrong with you Soundwave? You NEVER speak…not even to me!”
Breakdown looks at our Lord, confusion blatant across his facial plates. “That was his voice? Why did he say I was safe? What is this all about? Why-?”
He cuts himself off as he watches Knock Out shuffle closer to me, a devilish smirk evident. Knock Out cuddles into my side while I remain still and rigid, refusing to move.
“Trust me when I say this Lord Megatron, I have no interest in being your rival in love, as I am quite content with what I’ve got” Knock Out speaks from the embrace, nuzzling into my side.
Megatron looks a bit shocked, but soon grins. “Soundwave…I would never have guessed” He looks to me for a sign it is true to which I respond with a definite nod. With a long vent, Megatron finally pulls Breakdown closer to himself. “No point hiding it Breakdown, they both know”
Breakdown, still somewhat confused, leans into Megatron, trying to gather his thoughts. He at least relaxes a lot as he rests against the Decepticon Lord.
I feel Knock Out’s hand stroking round my mask, teasing at the release again. I violently shake my head, giving him a small whine.
He merely smirks back.
I then look up to something I shouldn’t really be watching. Megatron and Breakdown kissing quite passionately. Breakdown’s one optic is offline, as are Megatron’s, both of them clearly forgetting their in the company of others. Breakdown splays his hands down his lover’s back struts, finding Megatron tease around his thighs.
I shudder, giving Knock Out a once over before trying to get him to leave with me. I have no intention of watching these two interface! I nudge Knock Out off, gesturing for us to leave.
He stands silently and pulls me up, not giving me any time to grab my energon.
By now, Megatron has begun fiddling with Breakdown’s codpiece, creating sweet moans from his warrior. I am so glad I hadn’t re-fueled yet; otherwise I swear I would have purged my tanks.
Unfortunately, Megatron has other ideas.
“Soundwave, Knock Out!” he orders as he breaks the kiss for a moment, “You will stay…Soundwave needs to record this!”
I quickly sit down, horrified as well as somewhat intrigued by the idea of why he would order me to do such a thing.
When he’s sure we’re here to stay, he continues the kiss, growling as Breakdown brushes his own codpiece.
With another vent, I delicately remove my mask. I set it down on the table facing the pair so I don’t need to watch them, as it will record it all for his sick pleasure. Picking up the cube of energon Knock Out left for me, I quickly drink it and as soon as I’m done, I am somewhat amused to find Knock Out literally in my faceplates, kissing me.
Megatron and Breakdown don’t notice, they are instead retracting their interface panels, readying themselves for interfacing.
I decide to experiment, giving Knock Out’s lip a small and very gently bite, causing him to mewl. I grin into the kiss, slowly bringing my glossa into his oral cavity where his glossa quickly greets mine.
A hiss is heard from the other side of the table. It takes no genius to realize that was Megatron’s spike pressurizing. After a lot of shuffling, I hear Breakdown yelp as Megatron slowly forces his spike into his valve.
Knock Out too is a little distracted by the commotion not far from us, but continues to kiss me, his glossa fiddling with my one desperately.
A loud clang echoes.
Then another.
And another.
These clangs continue as Megatron begins thrusting into Breakdown. Breakdown lets out moans every now and then while Megatron growls possessively. I keep my gaze firmly planted on Knock Out’s optics, not wanting to see any of this.
Knock Out breaks the kiss and bites down on my neck cables. I shudder as I feel his perfect denta pierce one of the energon cables, leaking a little, which he laps up greedily. I know this is a show of dominance, it is considered a gesture that shows the dominant is controlling the other, but it is often returned when both have no preference for dominant.
I don’t bother returning it, knowing he would probably get upset about ruining his perfect features…although, I would feel bad about doing that myself.
As the energon stops, he exposes his neck to me, obviously willing me to do something. I lean round and lick it instead, then gently kiss it, trailing kisses back to his waiting lips.
The clanging from the others has become intense, paint clearly starting to chip off on one-another. Megatron hisses suddenly, clearly close to overload. Breakdown suddenly screams out Megatron’s name, quickly followed by a massive roar from the lord.
The pair continues shuddering, fluids dripping around them. As they begin to come out of overload, Megatron finally leans forward and kisses Breakdown tenderly before removing his spike and pulling himself back into a sitting position.
Breakdown moans as he sits up, hugging into Megatron’s side tiredly. Both of them offline their optics for a moment, clearly regaining themselves from the whole experience, seemingly uncaring of the fact Knock Out and I are still present.
I pull away from Knock Out, reaching for my mask. He doesn’t resist the movement, clearly content for the moment. Unfortunately, before I can replace it, Megatron onlines his optics again and stares in disbelief.
“Knock Out, whatever you’ve done to him is quite impressive” Megatron states, “Never have I seen Soundwave’s faceplates exposed, nor have I heard his voice in centuries”
Knock Out grins, I merely groan.
Breakdown looks now, clearly interested in seeing the real me. He looks equally as shocked as Megatron was. Breakdown’s optic then flicks to the mark left by Knock Out on my neck cables, trying to hide his amusement.
I vent slowly, finding Knock Out kiss me again before I can put my mask back on. He then answers Megatron “What can I say? I have a positive effect on him”
I quickly replace my mask to hide my embarrassment, but get an idea. I quickly play a clip from last night. “Megatron… I’ll never leave you”
Breakdown looks shocked again. “But…I didn’t say that!” he blurts out, looking a little flustered.
I chortle to myself and then play another clip of him. “I want to be your mate”
Knock Out laughs, still hugged up to my side.
Breakdown looks really confused now, while Megatron smirks about the comments I have recorded.
“But…but…how?” Breakdown demands.
Knock Out rubs me between my shoulder plates on my back, making me relax more, as he answers for me. “Well Breakdown, it’s very simple” he continues massaging my back struts, making me purr slightly. “You talk in your recharge”
He looks utterly embarrassed now, so Megatron pulls him closer to comfort him. “Don’t worry Breakdown, at least it shows your feelings are true and loyal to me” Megatron places a small kiss on one of Breakdown’s servo.
I watch the pair, noticing how their postures have changed a lot since last time I saw them together. It seems more natural now, as if they have been together for stellar cycles. I can almost safely say I think they will spark bond soon.
I look to Knock Out. What is to come for us? I guess we’ll slowly get into more adventurous stuff soon.
Again looking at my Lord, I see something I have not seen for a long time. It’s like my old friend is back, Megatronus. His smile is genuine and sincere as he whispers sweet nothings to Breakdown. How refreshing it is to see him look as if he were his former self, as if his dreams had come true.
Megatron finally looks back at me, sick interest shining in his optics. “Now Soundwave, about that recording…”
After that moment, things kind of sped up between the Lord and his warrior. That night he told all of his troops of their blossoming relationship, and that his new mate, Breakdown, was moving into his quarters. I reckon it was so they could interface more, but Knock Out swore that it was so he couldn’t get more gossip.
This in turn lead to Knock Out practically moving into my quarters…turns out he has trouble recharging when he’s on his own.
It was about an orn later that I walked onto the bridge and noticed a massive difference in my Master. He was clearly happy, and he kept spacing out, mumbling things to himself. I could sense in his spark’s energy that he had recently bonded. He and Breakdown were both like this for a while as they got used to sensing each other and speaking in a truly private means that not even I could hear.
Even then, I could still remain in the background…
Being the eyes and ears of the Decepticons, I would continue watching, waiting, and recording data I saw.