Chapter Twelve

[girloz14]

Typewith: http://typewith.me/moreProwl

Title: Of Minibots And Monsters

Rating: … kinda high, actually. Not even counting porn.

Summary: Sometimes saving someone is worth it. Shockwave knows this very well.

Notes: There is abuse, mentions of rape, and lots of other things in this story. It is kinda triggery. Just… use caution, okay?



"I am not letting you kiss him because he is not a minibot." Shockwave places both bots on the floor in front of the entrance to Megatron's throne room. "Behave now, Sweetspark. You as well, Sparkride. Give me Glider," he holds out his claws, and takes the tiny femme from them. "We must present her to him."

They walk inside together, his minibot and cyclebot hovering close to his peds, but distant enough that he won't step on them.

Megatron is sitting in the throne, and Starscream is draped across his back, still in recharge. Shockwave is not surprised, since he had been told to service Starscream far more than Megatron the previous night. Megatron likes a valve to push into firmly, or so he was told, and Starscream was happy with anything; slutty seeker he is. But Megatron also loved rubbing his spike all over his spark repeatedly. Shockwave was sure that Megatron would have been trying to fill his chamber with transfluid if Starscream hadn't insisted on leaving Shockwave open and vulnerable.

Hard to fill the chamber when he flips to lay on his chest as Starscream insisted on having him suck on spike.

"My Lord," he says as he steps forward, "I hope I am not interrupting."

"You are not," Megatron says softly, so as not to wake the seeker. "Why have you come to see me, my spy?" He rubs the seekers wings gently, soothing his lover into a deeper recharge. "I trust you are not here to complain about last night?"

"No, My Lord. Last night was excellent, and I hope to be honored with an invitation to your berth again." And possibly the washrack after, no matter how much it pleased his Lord to see Shockwave leave his quarters soaked in transfluid and valve lubricants.

He can recognize the soft tap he now knows is a spike trying to pressurize behind a panel at that, and it warms his spark. His lord does want him in the berth again, not just because of Starscream. Lord Megatron shifts just a tiny bit in the throne, not wanting to move Starscream too much, "We'll arrange another ... meeting another time, then." Megatron's optics dim, looking at the seeker, "You are not the only one we want to join us, after all."

He wonders if Lugnut has figured out that he is next to be pulled into the berth. It is like them discovering he has a mouth set off their plans to frag all the top ranking Decepticons.

Not that most of them will complain. Lugnut will be ecstatic, and if Strika comes along, she will likely enjoy servicing Megatron-he doubts she'll even touch Starscream. Blitzwing . . well, his Random face will enjoy it thoroughly, and Hothead has always been quite loyal, but Icy is not suited to sucking spike. Or sharing Oil Slick. Shockwave will have to record that and sell the footage. Or use it for blackmail. Either works for him.

He steps forward on silent peds, and holds out Glider, "I know that you wanted to see our sparkling, my lord."

Megatron's red optics light up in delight, holding out his servos to take the sparkling, "I do adore his optics. A proper color for any bot."

He straightens up, deeply pleased, "Her, My Lord. She is a femme."

Megatron blinks up at him, "And you had not told me when I spoke to you on the ship? Or in all your research?"

"I did not know, My Liege," Shockwave apologizes as Megatron gently cradles Glider's frame. Glider curls up against Megatron's chest and makes a happy burble of sound, staring up at him with wide red optics. She is a beautiful little femme, and Lord Megatron kisses the top of her helm. "The medic informed us only recently that she was a femme."

Megatron tickles her side, making her giggle softly, "How recently?"

He does a quick calculation, "Less than half a megacycle ago, I am sorry we didn't come straight to you, but I needed to make sure everyone was fueled."

His Lord nods, "That is perfectly fine, Shockwave. If you had come that soon, she would have had to deal with Starscream complaining about you leaving sooner than he wanted you to."

He had been thinking about staying, but Megatron had told him to leave as he pulled Starscream back on the berth. He knows the seeker had been planning on trying to remove his sparkplates to continue to rub his valve all over it.

Interfacing mods really were filthy things. It was terribly messy, even if it meant he could interface with a pair of sparkbonded bots that would otherwise be entirely offlimits to him. Giving them mod overloads was very satisfying.

His minibot would discover that for himself at some point, if he had his way. Especially since he had been told to get a valve mod. He intended to get spike mods for his minibots so they could enjoy each other more thoroughly after that.

Sedan peeks out from behind his leg, "Do... do you like her?"

Megatron smiles, holding out a servo to beckon the minibot forward. When Sedan is close enough, Megatron pets his little helmet, "She is beautiful, Sweetspark. I like her a very great deal. What is her name?"

Sedan relaxes into the touch, letting Megatron tweak the little audio nubbins, "Glider, My Lord."

"That is a very pleasant designation." Megatron slides his fingers down over Sedan's mouth, and the minibot takes one to suck on, rather obscenely from Shockwave's perspective, as Glider is such a short distance away from the act. "She will be raised to be a proper Decepticon." Megatron pushes a bit more of his finger into the minibot's mouth, and Shockwave can tell he is testing to see if he will be able to fit his spike there. Shockwave is uncertain.

Minibots are tiny things, which is exactly what he loves about them, but he doesn't want that to be a reason for Megatron to try to install a far too large valve on Sedan or force a spike big enough to choke down his tiny mouth.

Sedan pulls away after a little bit, moving to nuzzle Megatron's servo, "I'd love for her to be a Decepticon." The little bot pauses, "Will I be allowed the same allowance?"

Megatron pauses, looking down at Sedan, "Not yet. You will be later, but not yet."

He had discussed that with his Lord, and Megatron had informed him that Sedan can be branded when he is Shockwave's consort. A bonding gift for his precious minibot.

The perfect bonding gift.

Sedan licks his servo playfully, showing that he is willing to offer what pleasures he can to the large bot, and Megatron chuckles. "I see you are eager to serve me . . as a Decepticon. You will have to wait, Sweetspark." He kisses the tiny bot and offers him and Glider back to Shockwave. "You have done well, my loyal Shockwave. I hope the reformat of your cyclebot goes well."

He reaches down, petting Sparkride on the top of the head, "I am thinking of giving him little horns and a pair of optics rather than the visor he has now."

Megatron hums thoughtfully, giving Glider back to Sedan and returning to petting Starscream, "Red optics? They will look wonderful."

He hadn't actually decided on that. Even if he installed them on the base frame as red, it is likely Sparkride's normal coding would switch them back to blue. That's why branding is so effective. Even if a Decepticon wanted to turn traitor and reformat to hide in the Autobots, their red optics would expose them instantly.

Most Autobots had naturally blue optics as well, and those who had taken the Autobot oath tended to return to blue optics the same way a red-opticked Decepticon would.

Of course, Shockwave had gotten around that with his Longarm frame, by using false optics that were nothing more than dim sensory plates that collected the most basic of data while his real optic functioned as a 'decoration.' It worked quite well for him.

He can hardly wait to show off that frame to his little minibots. Perhaps they would enjoy playing games with him.

He picks up Sedan, nuzzling him lovingly, "It depends on if Sparkride wants them red, my lord." He can give the mech that option. It isn't that large of a thing for him. He loves minibots, no matter the optic color.

Sparkride leans against his leg, "Could I have green optics? I have always wanted ones that matched my frame, and you said you'd let me keep my colors."

He had said that, hadn't he. He leans down, picking the cyclebot up, "I have no problem with that, little bot."

Shockwave cuddles his precious and his cyclebot-soon to be minibot-and Megatron chuckles, "Get going, Shockwave. I can see you wish to sate your spark with your lover. I do hope you find a frame soon, or you will find that cyclebots with such . . enticing names may be requested by other bots more capable of appreciating them."

Oh, he had no intention of losing a potential minibot. "Yes, my liege."

He hurries out of the throne room, tickling Glider with the very tips of his claws the moment he is in the hallway. Sedan nuzzles him, "And what was it you found about sparklings?"

He hates having to admit this, so starts walking again. After a little bit, he finally speaks, "It... it is good for the sparkling to see that we are 'facing. But only while this young."

Sedan's visor dims, and he rubs his chest against him, "So we don't have to find a sparkling sitter? You'll keep Glider near us as we rub sparks?"

"I will keep her in the sparkling berth," that he would steal out of storage, "and she will stay there. She will not be on the berth with us." That would be a terrible place for her, especially if they got energetic in their 'facing and move too much. "Hopefully she will be very tired and simply drift off into recharge like a good sparkling."

Sedan rubs against him a tiny bit harder, "She recharges better near a bot."

He taps his minibot on the nose, "But can also recharge in a sparkling berth, since she had one with Sparkride." He turns his head to the cyclebot, "Isn't that right?"

The mech is cuddled in his arm, "Mmmhmm. She needs to be left to be able to recharge on her own later. Constantly being held spoils her, and she will be even more fussy if you do that."

"Oh," Sedan sighs, and rubs her back gently, "I suppose that makes sense. She would get used to being held and then start demanding it." He kisses her helm and watches her wrinkle her nose at him. "She's so adorable, though. I'm so happy you were there for her, Sparkride." The minibot looks up at Shockwave, and then, proving that even his sweet, timid bot can be defiant, he leans over and kisses the cyclebot.

With glossa.

He pinches his minibot's forehead crest in punishment, "I said not to do that."

Sedan flinches, "I want to kiss him. I want you to kiss him."

He makes a disgusted face, hidden in the blackness of his faceplates, "He's in a cyclebot frame. He will be getting a proper minibot model in a few sols. You can wait until then." He pauses, thinking of something that makes him want to shudder, "And you will not be 'facing him while he is a cyclebot. If I am gone and you two are there, I will not have you 'facing each other."

His minibot ducks his head submissively, "Yes, Shockwave. I won't interface with him." He smiles tentatively at the larger bot when he lifts his visor once more. "You've been so good to me. I can wait."

Stroking his back, Shockwave leans in close and kisses the dented forehead crest. "Good minibot. I love you, my Sweetspark. I simply do not want you to interface with bots I do not find appealing, or give you permission to interface. It is a very simple request."

He steps into the room as Sedan cuddles close, "I... We haven't been together very long, and I hadn't ever thought I'd get to have something as wonderful as this happen, but I love you, too."

His spark warms at that, liking the knowledge that his little minibot, consort-to-be, loves him. He kisses the little bot again, this time with glossa, "Good." He sets Sedan on the berth, and puts Sparkride on the ground with Glider in the cyclebot's arms, "Let's get the fold-out berth for you, and the sparkling one for Glider."

The cyclebot gives him a nervous look, "Could... Could I recharge with you both tonight? I know you don't want to 'face me, but I don't need you to. I just want to curl up on you to recharge."

Shockwave watches him with a narrowed optic, "If you allow me to hack your systems after and cool your spark so I do not online to find you grinding on me or my minibot, I will allow it." He was still not letting that bot touch his Sedan with erotic intent.

Sparkride taps his fingers nervously on his thigh, "You'll let me self-service in the washrack first?"

"Yes."

The bot bites his lower lip, then nods. "Yes. I won't protest the hack if you let me. Like I said, I just want to recharge with you. I'm not used to recharging alone, and I liked how warm you were."

He forces himself to think of Sparkride as a minibot that is just stuck in the wrong model, "Then you may recharge on top of my chest with Sedan." He pats the bot on the top of the head, "You will also behave on the racetrack when we visit it. If not, you will be on the fold-out berth. And still have the cold spark code put in you."

Sparkride looks like he's about to protest but Sedan murmurs from the berth, "It isn't a bad code to have. Rather nice once you get used to it, really. You don't have that distraction of wanting Shockwave to pick you up and push you down flat so he uses your spark."

"I . . suppose so." He vents a soft sigh, and sits on the fold-out berth with Glider in his arms. "I am happy not to be recharging in the cage again. I do appreciate the . . effort you're putting into keeping me." Sparkride dims his optics unhappily, "I know reformats are very expensive. Getting a new frame made so quickly will be very costly."

He has several hidden away on the neutral organic planet Pastal, actually. He keeps them there because keeping them on New Kaon is just begging for them to be discovered by one of his fellow Decepticons and get him reported to Lord Megatron. He knows that having them on an /organic/ planet is a sure way to keep almost any bot away from looking. He paid the locals well to keep the shells safe.

He has several, just in case he needed them. Originally it was so he could possibly save a minibot that could only have their spark salvaged - he has one of Oil Slick's safe spark boxes for that. The one he used for Nitroburst's spark isn't going to cushion it from the harshness of subspace - or for reformatting a bot. He had expected to be given an Autobot as a pet by Megatron and been told that he could do whatever he wanted with him, and that bot would be some distasteful model.

He'd reformat the pet into something he'd actually touch.

Instead, he gets a willing bot that he can reformat.

All the better and more delicious. He'd almost lick and kiss Sparkride for that. But he'll wait until the bot is a minibot to do that.

In fact, he ought to send out the code for the drones to retrieve one of the frames for him that very night, so it would be here within a sol or two. He's thinking he'll take the pretty green and silver one with the tasty, sharp minibot horns. If the bot insists, he can repaint it to green and black, but those tasty horns are staying bright green. They demand such nibbling.

Shockwave pauses in his thoughts, his claws absently teasing at Sedan's frame. If Sparkride was to be their pleasurebot, he might as well wait an extra sol and have the drones do a quick fit of a spike and valve on the shell. It was far easier to integrate them prior to the shell being inhabited by a spark.

Sedan squirms under his ministrations, "What are you thinking about?"

"Thinking if we should put a spike and valve in Sparkride's new frame or not."

His minibot makes a face, "No. I don't want him to. Think about how messy it will be to recharge when we're done."

It had been unpleasant to lay in all the transfluid, but he had attributed that to the fact that Megatron had made him lay with his chamber open and with as much fluid against his spark as possible. The fluid on the berth wasn't half as bad as that.

"It would be easy to modify his code to only activate the equipment deliberately, so there would be no accidental messes." The mods are expensive because of the work it takes to integrate them successfully into a functioning bot's code. If they are already on the bot's frame when the spark inhabits it, the modding itself is quite cheap and easy.

Not that Shockwave is particularly concerned with credits. He's well off.

Sedan squirms as he squeezes his little bot's aft, "I don't know. I just... I remember how several of the bots liked to jam their spike into me like I had a valve, but not caring that I didn't."

He pulls his little bot off the berth, cuddling him close, "That will never happen to you again, precious. Never. You will not be harmed. No matter what."

Sedan squirms a little bit in his arms, "Still... I just get this ill feeling in my tank at the thought. You had to lick and service Megatron's spike. I saw you washing out your sparkchamber. I don't ... I don't like the mods that much. I know you were talking about it earlier, but I feel safer saying no to you now."

How disappointing. Well, he could always work on getting Sedan to understand that they were harmless mods for their enjoyment. He would not force them on the bot. Not yet, at least. Not unless his Lord requested it. "I understand, Sweetspark. I won't force you to take them." He strokes Sedan's frame, "But wouldn't it be nice to play with them on your berthpartner?" Shockwave kisses him lightly, "It is very easy to make a mech squirm with desire just licking their mods."

Sedan makes a face, "Transfluid tastes gross."

He wouldn't say that. It was more neutral than anything to him. But he had numbed his glossa beforehand in preparation for licking bonded spark. That could be a reason why. "We could see about fixing it so that it tastes good. Figure out the best way to make it delicious."

His minibot gives him an upset look, "You really want him to have the mods, don't you?"

He kisses Sedan softly, "It will be so much simpler for me to have it installed before the reformatting. I can have them locked up tight until you feel better about it. I'm going to be getting a valve mod because Lord Megatron wants me to have one. I'd love for you to have a spike so you can frag me."

Sedan hunches in on himself, "And then you will use your spike on me?"

Ah. So that was the worry. He soothed his minibot gently, "No, Sweetspark. I would not use a Decepticon-sized spike on you. If you wanted, I would get a second spike, sized for your smaller frame. If you did not want to be spiked, I never would. I love your spark, sweetspark."

The minibot calms significantly, "You promise? I . . I don't want the mods. If you have to, you can give them to Sparkride."

He kisses his little bot, "Yes. I promise. Just keep in mind that I would love for you to spike me and frag me hard."

He would, too. His little bot using him makes his spark tingle with want.

Sedan nuzzles into his chest, "I'll think about it. I just don't want the mods used on me until I get used to the idea of them."

He'll have to tell Megatron about Sedan's worry, and hope his Lord isn't angry. He can offer Sparkride in his minibot's place, at least.

He suspects most of Megatron's desire to see Sedan spike him is in wanting to see a minibot spiking him, and a reformatted cyclebot would work just as well to sate that desire.

But enough of that worry. He had energetic bots to exercise. "I believe I owe both of you a spin around our race track." Shockwave sent a notice to the track to clear it out for the next megacycle or two, not wanting larger bots to try and slide against his minibot or cyclebot on the track during any races.

Sedan makes a small protesting sound, "I want to overload with you."

Tempting little bot.

He teases Sedan's seams, "I have the racetrack scheduled for us. We can 'face later."

He pulls Sparkride into his arm, nuzzling Glider as Sedan makes an irritated noise, "Lord Megatron told you to sate your spark. I want to be the one to do that."

He isn't sure how he feels about Sedan becoming so pushy about these things. He liked it more when his minibot was demure and shy. He puts a claw in the little mechs mouth, "We will after you and Sparkride go on the racing track."

Shockwave is going to perform a very deep hack on his minibot to determine why the bot is being so forward and arrogant now. Perhaps it is a simple matter of jealousy. Perhaps his little one is jealous that he is going to have a second minibot, and worries that he might like the pushiness of Sparkride more than his own sweet, perfect submission.

Most distressing is the possibility that his Sweetspark is naturally like this, and his personality is only now coming to the foreground after decavorns of abuse.

Shockwave hopes his bot is naturally shy and demure and quiet. He likes that in a minibot very much.

He rubs his claws on Sedan's chest plates absently as he walks, closing his minibot up every time they crack open. He makes a slight game of it, seeing how long he can make Sedan hold out. He makes sure not to slip a claw in to touch that tempting spark, or Sedan would just snap open entirely.

When they get to the race track, he sets his little bots down, picking up Glider from the cyclebot. "Okay, my little mechs, you need to go racing."

Sedan mewls against him, rubbing his hot chest against his leg, "It isn't fair to leave me like this when all I want to do is pleasure your spark."

He rubs his claws against Sedan's frame, "Shh. You will have a chance to pleasure me tonight, Sweetspark. Burn off some of that energy on the track. You must want to race very badly. You have not had a chance to do it for a very long time." Shockwave touches his minibot, and murmurs, "I want to see you race. Show me how fast you can be."

His minibot squirms, "I..." Sedan rubs his chest against him, "I don't think I can. Not when I want to 'face you so much."

He gently pushes Sedan away, "Racing will cool you down."

Sedan stumbles, but catches himself, "What if I just get /hotter/?"

He dims his optic, "Well, I know of /several/ things on the track I'd love to see you rub your spark on."

Blushing hard, the minibot mumbles something and then turns towards the track, stepping out onto it before transforming down. His little bot is gorgeous in his vehicle mode, so shapely and tiny. "You are on the track, Shockwave, and you promised I could rub off on your armor." The bot flirts his headlights at him, "Will I be allowed to rub it on you if I get too hot?"

He revs faintly at the thought, "I suppose you could. If you get hot enough." It will be hard not to move the minibot from whatever bit of armor is chosen to his spark, but he'd be willing to try.

Sedan spins his adorable wheels, "I look forward to that, then," and takes off down the track.

Turning to Sparkride, he is about to curtly tell the mech to go, but he flashes to the image of the bot in his correct frame. Tugging the cyclebot over, he pets Sparkride's head, "Go race, little bot. Sedan will have more fun with you there."

"Thank you," the bot says softly, and folds down into his cyclebot alt, tires squealing as he races out onto the more open part of the track, his frame built for speed. Sedan likely won't be able to keep up, as the minibot's frame is not built for the same kind of speed racing. Minibots are meant for longer term bouts of speed. They could outlast most cyclebots.

He focuses his attention on his little sparkling. She is giving him a very distrustful look, now that the two bots that carried her aren't nearby. It confuses him, since when he first saw Glider, she had giggled at him when he tickled her chin, but he supposes that's because Sparkride had just been on the other side of the wall. A spark knows these things.

He tickles her sides, and she squirms, giving him a dark look.

She bites his claws, and then squirms harder, her little optics going dim as her squirming and wriggling starts to slow down. Perhaps she is tired. Shockwave pulls out his mesh sling and places her in it, and she makes a soft sound, optics offlining after a klik. He can feel her tiny little spark beating against him as she recharges, tiny servos twitching in the midst of sparkling memory purges.

He leans against a wall, watching as Sedan speeds past him; Sparkride having passed a little bit before. He is tempted to pluck his little bot off the track, but he is more curious about what bit of his armor Sedan will want to rub against. He is hoping it is something he will actively enjoy, rather than just feel neutral to.

He would not say no to having a spark rubbed on his antlers. ... He'd fully approve if both his minibots rub off on his antlers.

Of course, he will need to tweak their coding, as he uses them to fuel with, and is perfectly capable of draining a spark to offlining if that energy is rubbed against it unexpectedly. It is a rather unorthodox way to fuel, and he has done it several times to terrify Autobots on the battlefield. He captures a flushed, well-energized spark between his antler tips, and then . . well, the spark does not last long, and he gets quite the charge.

He did pass the spark eating test so much easier than any other bot. He didn't even have to taste it. Not in the traditional sense, anyway.

Sedan stops in front of him a little bit later, venting hard and looking at him with a hungry light in his visor. He is tempted to inform Sedan that thinking about 'facing to keep your spark heat up isn't the same as racing and getting overheated, just to see the reaction, but he doesn't. Instead he leans back, and murmurs, "Come to use my frame however you wish, then?"

"Yes," Sedan says, crawling up on top of him as Shockwave sprawls himself out on the ground beside the track, making it easy for his Sweetspark to get at his frame. He adjusts Glider's recharging frame in the sling and then snaps his claws as Sparkride passes, pulling the bot over to gently tuck the mesh-bundled sparkling into Sparkride's servos.

"Take care of her while we are busy."

The cyclebot looks at them with interest, "Will I be allowed to self service here, or will I have to wait for the washrack?"

He rubs Sedan's sides, thinking quietly as his minibot makes a tiny wanting sound. He looks at Sparkride for a little bit, "The washrack, but I will make sure that you have hot solvents in the pool for you."

"Thank you," the bot says, rocking Glider gently to keep her in recharge as he sits down to watch them. "He seems very eager to interface with you," Sparkride observes as Sedan whines and grinds against him like an eager slutbot. "Do you have any hotspark codes in him?"

"No." He doesn't need them.

Sedan puts a servo over his mouth, "No talking to him. You pay attention to me."

He spreads out a little more, optic dim, "You are rubbing your plates against me, though. I thought you weren't ready yet."

His minibot makes an unhappy sound, "You are supposed to pay attention to the bot that wants to rub his spark all over you."

He rubs his minibot's helmet, "I will then, Precious. What part of me do you want to use?"

"All of you," Sedan runs possessive servos over his armor, and then dims his optics, "but I will settle on your sparkplates and antlers for now." The little bot slides up and opens his sparkplates, flashing his beautifully pulsating spark. "I'm so hot for you, Shockwave."

He strokes his bot's back, "I know, Sweetspark. I love you."

His little bot's spark flashes brightly at that, "I love you, too."

He dims his optic, watching Sedan lower himself onto him, shifting a tiny bit to encourage his bot to not just focus on a tiny part. He has all of his sparkplates to rub. Sedan mewls softly, venting slowly as his little spark works up more charge. "Play with my seams and helmet."

He has no complaints about that.

His servos move to his little mechs audio nubbins, and to his aft, flicking a claw at one of the seams there, "What else would you like, Precious?"

"Mmm," the bot moans, grinding against him harder, "I . . I want you to have a hacking cable in me, so you can feel how much I love you."

Shockwave likes when his little bot is jealous, because so few bots beg him to hack them like that. "If you want, little bot, I will be happy to oblige you." He lets delicate hacking cables extend from his claws, and inserts them smoothly under a plate of armor-he does not even have to have the access panels open to get into a bot's systems.

He slips into his little bot's processor and can feel the jealousy and possessiveness, but it is aimed both at him and at Sparkride, like his tiny bot can't figure out if he wants to have a berthbot, but also is upset that Shockwave won't let him kiss the cyclebot. He will have to allow them to make out or something when he's not there. As long as they don't interface he will not tell them not to kiss without him. If only because he wants his consort-to-be happy.

He skims past that, and sinks into the love his little bot wants him to feel and know about. It is not the strongest love, but he can tell that if he continues to make his precious happy, he will never be able to get rid of the minibot. Which is just the way he likes it.

He wants the little bot as his consort forever. They will have many sparklings together, and share a wonderful love between them. Shockwave projects these thoughts, and feels the minibot's delight. /Yes, I love you, my minibot. You will always be mine. Be my first, sweet minibot love./ No matter how many other minibots he may accumulate. Bots were not particularly made for monogamy, after all.

Sedan pushes a image of a bonding brush at him questioningly, and whines on top of him, pushing harder to build up more charge. /Please?/

He is very surprised that Sedan is asking for it so soon. He really has been looking for a brush to use, but he wanted it to be perfect. He wanted Sedan to be settled in, and them not to be rushed into things. He wants a more stable home for his minibot before anything else, but since Sedan does so clearly want it, he is having a hard time remembering that. /Soon./

/Now/, the bot projects at him imploringly, staring up at him with a bright, desperate visor. Shockwave tweaks a line of code to make his minibot overload, and the precious thing shudders against his plates, spark discharging in hot, electric waves that make it very difficult not to open his own plates and ride those waves of pleasure with his own spark.

"Soon," he repeats out loud, stroking his back.

Sedan curls up against him, panting through the aftershocks. When his little bot works through them, he murmurs, "Why not now?"

He sits up, nuzzling his Sweetspark, "Because I want to get you a very good bonding brush, and feel safe in my quarters."

Sedan kisses him, and he wishes they weren't in a semi-public area so he could kiss back, "I already feel safe with you. I love you. I don't need a fancy bonding brush to show that."

But Shockwave does. He plans on making it so the paint is impossible to remove. Even if you cut off one servo, it would just transfer to the other one.

Some mechs might call him crazy for deciding on so permanent a bond with a bot he barely knows. But Shockwave knows his minibot's processor. He knows he loves his Sweetspark, and wants to be with him always. They already have a sweet sparkling and will have more, as soon as Lord Megatron allows it, and the Allspark or Primus choose to bless their sparks with a new sparklet. He will have many little sparklings stumbling on clumsy peds around his peds soon enough.