Twisted Threads 4
Title: Twisted Threads
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Slash, war, death, mentions of rape
Pairing: Various
Summary: Due to a space-bridge malfunction, universes collide. From bunny 1.
I played all Animated mechs, and Shade played all G1 mechs.
Megatron hadn’t indulged in subtlety for this raid. The plan was simple enough; go in, kill anything stupid enough to get in their way, and get their mech out. That was first priority. Everything else, even revenge, would have to wait. He had taken all of his Decepticons with him, in addition to Ratchet, who had insisted, and this world’s Shockwave. If he had any information about this base to share, he better… “We’re going in! Decepticons, attack!”
There was fear, of course. Optimus had only once gone somewhere planning to attack, planning to just... kill. As a rule, Autobots didn't attack, and didn't kill... this was not the time to think! Now was the time to follow orders... He had asked, and been told that the other Shockwave was a lot like this one, so he even knew what he was looking for. There was no attempt at subtly, the door blown open by a giggling Mixmaster, and then... they rushed in.
He didn’t spare any room or Cybertronian any more attention than he had to, moving as fast as he could, only making sure Optimus and the spy were still at his side. Megatron trusted his troops to be able to clean up after them, if needed. The base seemed to be relatively empty, anyway. Shockwave should be in the cell-block and that was, according to their information… this way!
So far, it was going surprisingly well. A lot like the rescue he had planned for Bulkhead... Hopefully this would end better! There were screams behind them, and running... Optimus looked over his shoulder once. It was only faces he had come to learn as friendly, and he didn't look again. When they reached the detention center, he couldn't help but gasp. The purple mech curled up on the floor was scuffed, dented... Optimus didn't see any energon stains, at least. He was clearly Shockwave, and just as clearly, not native.
He heard steps and, to his shame, he couldn’t help but curl into himself more. At least he managed to suppress the shivers… Even in this state Shockwave refused to let his tormentor see what he was doing to him. If he did that then he would break and… there would be nothing left of him, and he would not disappoint his Lord like that. He also tried his hardest to ignore the traitorous thoughts that told him his master didn’t know where he was, wouldn’t come if he did- That the one keeping him here was the best proof of that. ‘No. That is not Megatron.’ Megatron had never treated him like this, had never- The door opened and a small tremble fought his way through to his motor relays.
The sight of one of his most loyal, his strongest, reduced to this, stopped Megatron dead in his tracks. After a moment, he started towards Shockwave again, slow and careful, as if approaching a scarred animal. The purple mech didn’t look up, only jumped slightly when he reached out to touch his helmet. The Decepticon leader suppressed the sting he felt, only continued to stroke his servant’s antenna gently.
The touch… it was so much like his- no. He couldn’t think that, such thoughts were the gate to insanity. But it didn’t change, didn’t turn into what he was expecting any second until Shockwave dared to look up. His pale optic widened, disused vocaliser cracking with static. “My- my Lord-” This couldn’t be real, he was finally cracking, but it felt so real and the touch was so light- In the end, his need won over hesitation and he pressed into his master's caress. Even if it wasn’t real, it was everything he needed.
Optimus watched for a moment, and then moved away, embarrassed. It wasn't right for a mech to be so broken. Optimus couldn't watch it... not unless he was told to. Glancing at 'his' Shockwave, Optimus moved only a little bit away, keeping a watch. That, he could do.
Shockwave felt his antlers twitch, and he had to look away as well. Such jealousy was not right... A bellow caught his attention, followed a moment later by insane laughter, and Shockwave sighed. Blitzwing... He had hoped the insane mech would be someplace else.
A sound unfamiliar enough not to be from one of his mechs made him look up. Megatron bristled. He wanted to punish someone for what Shockwave had had to endure and right now any target would do- No. That was not right. He wouldn’t let himself be ruled by his rage like that. Still… He brushed his fingers over purple plating once more. “Stay with Optimus, Shockwave. You can trust him.”
He almost mewled when the hand on his antenna disappeared. And that statement made no sense… but then, so had this twisted version of his Lord. His uncertainty must have shown, because his master (His real master and that thought made his spark ache but in a good way…) added, “He’s a good Decepticon. I claimed him myself.” That made even less sense, yet accepting his leader’s departure became somehow easier.
He knew when Megatron came out, and also knew the Decepticon was alone... and angry. And Blitzwing was coming- "Megatron, no!" It took Optimus a moment to realize that it was himself who had protested. A moment later, his conscious processor caught up with his emotions, but Shockwave, the native one, was already talking for him.
"Please, Lord, don't! Blitzwing is insane, he doesn't mean anything he does!" Except possibly the dancing. Shockwave had always suspected that the Random face was Blitzwing's real one, partly because that was the only one with more than one emotional state.
Megatron let his rampant emotions be calmed by his companion’s wishes. It always paid off to listen to someone loyal telling him off… “Blitzwing?” About when the name had hit his CPU a mech stormed around the corner in front of them. Something about him was… off. And didn’t compute…
"Vere ist he‽ Vere ist-" The angry face changed, and random finished, "Megatron? Ohhh! You are dat new one! Vat are you doing here?" Another change, and the calm blue face added, "I vas told to offline any ov you." Despite the words, the mech made no effort to attack, looking at the gathered mechs in a considering manner.
"He's been like this for ages. We're not even sure he meant the oath he took... if he understood it!" As far as Shockwave knew, Blitzwing had been told, or 'taught', not to attack Decepticons... What must he feel, in this situation?
For a moment even his worry over Shockwave’s condition was overridden by… Megatron decided to put it under ‘disbelieve’. One of his optical ridges was slowly but surely climbing higher. “Sweet Primus. Did you have a medic take a look at him?”
Icy Blitzwing looked at Shockwave, since they sort of knew him. "Vat ist he thinking? Vat medics do ve haf?" Random took over again, clapping his hands and laughing. "I know, I know! Ve could let the Spider-femme into us again!" Icy finished, "She ist only the one vich made us like this."
Shockwave shook his head and shrugged. "Like he said. We don't exactly have any medics left. Blackarachnia more or less dragged him in with her, and that was after the Great War..." He wasn't sure Megatron actually knew what he was talking about.
He was developing one hell of a CPU ache and getting sick of this place really fast… more than he already was. Megatron sighed, bringing one hand up to rub at his forehead. “The only thing that interests me right now is if you’re going to be an obstacle. Come with us, stay here, I don’t care. I’m going to be back in an astrosecond with an injured mech and if you’re standing in my way I’ll be most inclined to deal with you in a very nasty, very permanent way. Your choice.” With that he turned around to get his scarred servant. The poor mech had spent enough time here.
"Vat does he mean?" Random asked, confused and innocent.
Shockwave sighed. "It means stand out of his way and follow us when we leave." Come to think of it... they did have at least one real medic now. Maybe Blitzwing could be... stabilized a little. Or a lot... He tried not to stare when Megatron came out of the cell. The way his double was held... Shockwave felt a moment of bitterness. There was no way this Megatron would even look at him now. Well, what was another eternity of celibacy? He'd already been through one.
It was much later, after they had searched their latest conquest (yet again) and sorted out prisoners (yet again) Megatron was watching Hook complete his work on Shockwave (yet- you get the picture…). The purple mech was twitching every other moment beneath the ministrations and it didn’t have anything to do with rough bedside manner, the medic was unusually gentle. He didn’t have to be here, strictly speaking, and there might have been other duties awaiting him but… None was that important right now. Even if they had been, they wouldn’t have ranked high enough to keep him away.
He knew Hook's touch. Knew the medic was even trying to be gentle. It didn't matter. It wasn't the touch he wanted. It wasn't even invasive... yet, most likely. A medical uplink was tolerable, and would almost certainly be needed. Shockwave did not want that. Shockwave only wanted one thing right now. Maybe two. After that, he would need more, need answers. Right now, he didn't. He endured, however, or tried to. He couldn't stop flinching.
Megatron’s optics narrowed in sympathy as the repairs proceeded, as Hook finally gave in to the need to plug into his patient that had been hovering over the whole scene from the beginning… but he stayed, watching all of it. When their medic was finally done, and left, mumbling something about an insane firecracker he had to pound some sense into, he stepped closer, waiting for Shockwave to acknowledge him.
He mewled when the uplink came, and shivered, even though Hook did no more than the barest needed. It took far too long for him to realize that Hook was gone, and even longer to realize that Hook was really gone. Then he was able to realize than Megatron, his lord, his master, was standing there, had been the entire time. Was waiting for him... "Lord..." Shockwave moaned the word out, reaching for Megatron with a shaking hand.
He was at Shockwave’s side the moment he held out his hand, lacing their fingers. “Yes, Shockwave?” He was always softer when they were in private, but even he could tell that his voice was more gentle than normal. Still waiting for a reply Megatron brought their hands up to press his derma plates against purple plating. How dare his counterpart hurt his servant like that?
"How... did you know?" Shockwave was pretty sure that the clues were there for him. He shouldn't have to ask. He still asked. He wanted to hear his lord talk. Wanted to hear him make other sounds later, needed the physical re-affirmation. Right now it was enough to see, to watch Megatron raise their hands, feel the gentle kiss. He could feel the anger radiating from his master even now, and it comforted him. Revenge, like other things, would come later. Much later...
“We captured you counterpart…” And did he ever wish they had done so sooner, even if he knew, logically, that they couldn’t have. “He told us about the situation you were in of his own volition.”
Had he seen him? Shockwave wasn't sure. He'd seen him before, on the screen, when he had been new here, had first been- Shockwave shook, pulling lightly on Megatron. "My lord... please...!" It had hurt... and the differences between Megatrons were slight enough that they were ignorable, and that had been worst of all.
Megatron let himself be pulled closer, until he was hovering on the very edge of the medical berth Shockwave was lying on. He felt almost like the first time they had been on such a piece of furniture, only this time he wasn’t sure of what he was allowed to do, instead of what he was doing wrong. Yes, he hadn’t been very confident back then, and it hadn’t helped that he had still been young, new to his post and power… Pushing those thought processes aside, he reached out to trace the side of Shockwave’s helmet with his free hand. “What do you want? Tell me, it will be yours…”
His Lord. His Master. ...His ever so sweet lover. Not that either was their only, they were Decepticons... "Touch me. Take me. Claim me as yours again... Please, my Lord, please...!" He needed to know that Megatron wasn't angry with him, still wanted him... Still thought he was worthy of the name Decepticon. He had been too weak to fight his violator off, or even to force that one to offline him. He needed to know his Lord still wanted him.
Megatron smiled gently. He was glad Shockwave could, would still accept, even want his touch, but his obvious desperation was painful… at least he could do something to put him as ease. Climbing onto the berth, he settled between the purple mech’s legs, hands wandering over his frame before he leaned down to press his derma plates against an antenna. His open mouthed kisses wandered lower, over vulnerable throat cabling and bulky chest plates, his fingers kneading Shockwave’s hip joints.
Shockwave shuddered, moaning softly. Megatron knew how to touch him, knew just how to make him burn and want... Shockwave could not manage to touch Megatron back. He tried, Primus knew he tried... He was too busy enjoying the touches and keeping fear from intruding, and every time he raised his hand to touch the silver chassis it fell away a moment later and he gave a helpless little mewl. He wished he could kiss. As it was... Shockwave couldn't do much more than shake, lay back, and let himself feel his Lord's touch. His touch, and nothing else.
When they were finished tonight Shockwave wouldn’t remember what had happened, at least until he woke again the next morning, Megatron vowed to himself. If he could manage it he wouldn’t remember his own designation, would know only this… He nuzzled the purple mech's panel, waiting for him to heat, to open for him.
He gave a jerk, looking down at Megatron. His master wasn't looking back, seeming fully focused on his panel, though silver hands still caressed Shockwave's body. Shockwave gave another mewl and the panel slid open. The other had never even touched him there, would certainly not nuzzle against it, watch avidly as Shockwave bared himself. Would never, never think of using his mouth on it...
Derma plates sliding against the smooth metal, Megatron felt his own engine accelerate. Between their war against the Autobots and Shockwave holding Cybertron, it had been much too long since he had last gotten a taste of him… The purple mech's spike was warm against his glossa as he closed his mouth over it, sucking lightly and humming in enjoyment.
"Master, yes! Yes..." Shockwave jerked his hips up, desperate for more. He had forgotten how good it felt... The one-opticked mech was not in the least concerned about hurting Megatron, trusting his master to keep control. It was good, because Shockwave was not sure he could be controlled... not with his Lord's derma wrapped around his spike, his Lord humming, so clearly enjoying.
Ah, yes, nothing more arousing than your lover losing it under your touch… Megatron pulled back to lick his derma plates and take in Shockwave’s shivering body, his flickering optic, how he was fighting against the hold on his hips, a purr building in his vocaliser. The rich sound was still making his voice box vibrate when he leaned back down, lapping at his partner’s spike and strengthened his grip, freeing one of his hands to travel lower, thumb rubbing over the purple mech’s valve.
He wailed again, arching and letting his Lord hold him down. The vibrations...! A hand on his valve... Nothing but pleasure, purely physical. "Lord... my Lord, my Mas- Master...!" Shockwave wasn't normally quite so subservient with his words, but he needed to affirm his position, affirm that Megatron wanted him there... And it was, in it's own way, fun to use language like that.
That was something new… made something inside him purr he hadn’t known before. He’d definitely have to get Starscream to say these things some day. Megatron pulled back, licking his slightly damp derma plates and pressing a digit into his lover carefully. “Yes, Shockwave? Tell me what you need…”
"Oh, please... my Lord... My Master, more..." Megatron looked so pleased... Gave him a look that aroused Shockwave even more. "Claim me, let me please you..." Shockwave was moving against Megatron’s finger rather wantonly. His processor was slowly accepting that his torture was over, that he was free and safe again. And he wondered, briefly, what his own counterpart might want. That could wait. Now was Megatron, now was familiar.
Normally he would have taken more time to drive his lover insane, hold him on the brink until he couldn’t beg anymore, but today was different. Megatron brought his hand up and licked the lubricant off his fingers. Then he leaned down until their chassis lay flush against each other, his spike pushing against Shockwave’s valve. This was going to be slow, had to be slow…
He hung on, not holding Megatron to him, nor exactly holding himself to Megatron. Shockwave didn't need to do either of those, Megatron kept him exactly where he was wanted. But Shockwave needed to hold, to feel. He was alone in his body, and there was so much pleasure, and Shockwave rocked against Megatron spike and sobbed at the sensation. "Yes... yes, please. Master..." And then, so quietly that Shockwave wasn't sure he had said it, he asked, "Say I'm yours..."
How could he have denied that? Why should he even want to? Megatron met his subordinate’s movements with his own, sinking into silken heat so slowly it was almost a torture, mouth firmly next to Shockwave’s audio. “You are mine. Mine. No matter how many lovely chassis you bed, you’re always going to be mine, first, foremost. I’ll allow nothing else.” The possessive snarl under his words softened. “I won’t let you go. Not in our universe, not in this, and not in any other.”
Shockwave's vents stopped for a moment, and then he howled, beating at Megatron in a release of emotion, hate pain fear anger betrayal doubt, and he writhed under the silver mech, desperate for more, needing more, and there was only soft care and Megatron never once relaxing his control. He was Megatron’s, just like every other Decepticon was, and that was why no Decepticon changed sides, because they belonged to Megatron, and leaving was incomprehensible.
No one purely Autobot would ever understand this… but it was so perfect for him, for those of his. The warlord didn’t relent, conquering his lover to the last, taking everything he had to give. “Yes, give me your all! Mine, forever…”
Overload was already so close... Decepticon bonds were reaffirmed, power and submission and pleasure, and everything was right again. Shockwave surrendered to the overload, screaming and not restraining his reaction in the least. His hand had found armor at some point in his 'attack', and now he held on hard enough to leave shallow dents as the pleasure went on and on...
Shockwave was quite a sight in overload… Stilling and gritting his denta Megatron refused his own body its release only through sheer stubbornness and experience. Not that he wouldn’t give that to his lover, but not yet. They had as much time as he could make after all.
Oh. Oh, Primus. Megatron hadn't overloaded with him. Shockwave gave a low whimper, realizing that he was in for a very long night. A very long, blissful night, with his Lord... How utterly what he needed.
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Something had been bugging Optimus for a while now, and it was only getting more pronounced the longer he spent around Megatron’s troops. It hadn't been nearly this... not bad, but... They hadn't treated him like this before his stunt- Optimus shook his head mentally. He could at least be honest with himself. Not 'his stunt in the council chamber'. His slaughter of the council. Now, if only he could find Megatron to ask about it...
“- we should just get a hold of this useless piece of slag they call a space bridge and take off! What business do we have here, anymore?” Starscream was seething. Not only was he being ignored (as usual) and his scientific expertise questioned (as usual) but Megatron had, on top of his already meager leading qualities, obviously developed an unhealthy attachment to the inferior beings that were living in this dimension. And, of course, he was the only one who had the gall to shove that in their leader’s face. As usual.
Had his second started this particular argument at another time and in another place, he would have laughed it off. As it was, they were standing in the middle of the makeshift rec room at lunch. Time for a display then… Before the unruly flier could start his next sentence he had him by the throat cabling. “You were saying, Starscream?”
And he found Megatron with Starscream. Once, Optimus might have left them to it... he still didn't see why the Decepticon leader keep the Seeker around. 'Useful in his own way'? Not helpful. Even if Starscream had been useful before... He'd kept Rodimus alive, anyway... Optimus leaned against a wall to watch the coming drama. If they didn't want to be watched, they shouldn't do things like this in public. He could ask his questions later...
What was left of his snarl after being filtered through the death grip on his throat sounded more like squeak. That alone made the seeker’s temper flare hotter, but there was nothing he could do but struggle against his leader’s grip. Damn it to the pit, the mech was strong! Suddenly the restraint was gone and he was flying headfirst and without aid of his own systems into a desk.
Megatron was, as so often around his second, tempted to sigh, watching the flier try to catch himself on the smooth surface. Really. If he didn’t know it better he’d think Starscream was going for this every time he aimed at him, be it with words or weapons. Approaching the table at a sedate pace, he was still fast enough to slap a hand onto the wriggling seeker’s aft and press him down.
"Is this the use you said I'd see from him?" Optimus asked, and he wasn't completely sure if he were trying to goad Megatron on or actually get an answer. Surely he shouldn't be so... at ease, watching a... friend? enemy? lover? physically attack and more than likely preparing to interface a subordinate just for... Well, Optimus didn't know what had started this, but he would bet that it 'didn't deserve' such a reaction. And yet... he was going to stay, and watch, unless he was told to leave.
The slap made him screech despite his reserve not to, despite having anticipated this kind of… attack. Starscream fought for all he was worth but in this vulnerable a position that wasn’t much. The humiliation made his faceplates burn, the sting of once again being bested in front of their troops only lulled by the knowledge that it would be so very worth it… It always was.
When had their newest comrade joined the crowd…? It didn’t really matter, and he had caught up on the usual procedures quickly enough. Megatron smirked, his hold turning more into a squeeze than anything else. “No, though he does have a sinful aft.”
Optimus barely noticed as he avoided Thrust's hand, grinning a little. "It certainly looks that way. Though I'm not sure he appreciates your interest..." It was kind of weird, this bantering conversation with everyone around... Prowl would get it, Optimus knew. The cyberninja was the only one of his team not to really question Optimus' actions. Bumblebee and Bulkhead seemed to be off being... young, and Ratchet... well, he questioned everything.
Megatron’s fingers were sliding over his backside and it was almost embarrassing how quickly his systems heated in response. It had been so long since their leader hadn’t been too busy for this… not that the seeker wasn’t still fighting him, hissing in anger.
The Decepticon leader’s expression was one that would have suited a very pleased cat. The red plating under his hands was already burning up, and when his touch wandered under the flier’s hips and over his panel it auto-released, much to his second's dismay if the curses were anything to go by…
"I did have a question, though, at some po-" Optimus had to break off there, ducking a little and just looking at... Soundwave? Since when did he... And he'd made Optimus miss Starscream's panel opening! That was not fair...! "Fragging toy," Optimus muttered, scooting away. The relocation did net him a better view, though, so it was almost worth it.
“Get your hands off-” The sentence ended in a gasp. By now his wings were shivering in something other than indignation, and the silver mech's fingers in his valve weren’t helping. All Starscream's vocaliser seemed capable of producing were incoherent noises. Damn him to the pit…
And wasn’t it always fun to tie the seeker's lose glossa like this… Lubricant was already dripping down his hand, soft valve walls clenching around his digits. A little belatedly Megatron remembered he had been having a conversation. “A question? Do tell.”
Looking around warily to make sure no one else was going to try surprise molesting him, at least until after he had his answer, Optimus nodded. "Yeah. Why am I suddenly dodging grabby mechs, why did Rumble completely unnecessarily punch Rodimus for insulting me, and what was Hook talking about?" Sure, that wasn't a confusing way of putting it at all. And sure, it wasn't a silly question at all, especially not when it was asked in front of everyone. More than one of whom he had let 'grab' him... Dang it. Starscream looked good... maybe Soundwave wouldn't be too torqued about that toy comment...
The Decepticon leader stilled his attentions, drawing a whimper from his 'victim'. Well, Optimus seemed to have found the dots at last, even if he hadn't connected them... "Because-" Starscream's whine almost drowned the wet sound of his fingers sliding out of the seeker out. "Of what you are now. This explanation could take a little... would you mind taking over?" Preferably before the flier had time to recover enough to complain.
That was... really what he had expected. He would say that he hated it when Decepticons confused him, but shouldn't he be more upset that he could predict them? And he had just been thinking about how good the Seeker looked. "You know, I actually had guessed that," Optimus informed Megatron, walking up and casually petting Starscream's aft. There was a moment of 'stage fright', and then Optimus forcibly ignored the other Decepticons and set to teasing Starscream while waiting for Megatron’s explanation.
The digits on, in, him were slimmer now, but Starscream couldn't find it in his spark to protest, only purr at the return of the delicious torture he was being subjected to.
Megatron chuckled. "Look at that, he likes you..." Without letting the flier's aft out of his optics, he returned to the subject at hand. "Well, you made your first kill and were claimed by your mentor for the cause. You are an adult now." A little softer he added, "A Decepticon adult."
Optimus just snorted a little. Of course Starscream 'liked' him. Starscream was a seeker, and it hadn't taken Optimus long to learn what that meant. A moment later, Optimus was looking at Megatron and honestly debating if hitting the mech would achieve anything positive. A moment after that, he decided it wouldn't, and then he remembered that he had a Seeker to torment and please. Still... "It might have been nice to know that a little sooner." In the same not-quite-overhearable tone as Megatron had used, Optimus added, "Or even before." Not... that he really had much to complain about... But still!
Ah, snappish, just like a Decepticon should be after he had just found out he had been conned, more or less. That Optimus was playing the flier under his hands artfully didn't hurt either. "It was all your choice. You had to do what was right, no other reasons had any place in that." He let a hand wander over the incensed mech's plating. "And you didn't deny me. That's all that was needed to make you mine."
"I think I see why Starscream is so snarky..." Optimus grumbled. He didn't try to avoid Megatron’s hand, though, taking a moment to lick the Seeker's valve while he thought. One thing... "I am not calling you Lord." Not in public... not where it could panic the Autobots. And... he... wasn't an Autobot now. Not as far as the Decepticons were concerned. Optimus wasn't sure what to make of that, and returned to randomly licking Starscream. Maybe the Seeker would be nice and predictable and beg for a spiking.
Ooooh... that felt good and it wasn't enough and- No. Biting his lower derma plate hard enough to draw energon, Starscream kept silent. He was not going to beg. Not yet.
A low rumbling laugh made most of their watchers shiver. "You don't need to." And that made them hold their intakes, but he was the leader and his word was law. Anyone who had complaints would end up right there next to their favourite seeker... "By the way, Hook has been hinting at your upgrades again. It's your call, really. If you want it, thicker armor, red optics, and whatever else he can come up with will be yours."
"I'll think about it," Optimus answered. Some of it... might be useful, very much so... "Ohh, look. Starscream's leaking... Now why would you be doing that, Star'...?" Optimus caught Starscream's head and took a kiss, moaning just a little at the still-unusual flavor of processed energon. He kept the kiss short, and then impulsively tugged on Megatron until he deigned to bend close enough for a kiss as well. Something as sweet as Starscream's taste needed to be shared...
They were sharing his- This time Starscream couldn't silence a high sound of need. He wanted... Primus he wanted it, now!
By the time the kiss ended, Megatron was purring. Delicious... "If you're going to tempt me further, Star' isn't going to be very happy with the both of us, Optimus..."
"Aww. I wanted him to beg..." Optimus might have a pout on his face, but that didn't mean he wasn't opening his panel and moving closer. He was going to spike a mech with Megatron holding him...! And Optimus couldn't really argue with being considered a Decepticon, because the power he felt made him as hot as the actual sight of Starscream and his need.
Megatron pushed himself off the desk and stepped behind the smaller mech, one hand curling around a hip joint possessively. Starscream looked so hot like this, all trembling wings, leaking interface components and soft, half-suppressed noises. Lust and dominance didn’t hurt Optimus' appeal either… He was going to enjoy this.
It would have been more fun, Optimus thought, if Megatron had continued to hold Starscream down. But then, it wasn't like he needed the help... Starscream was defenseless like this, whimpering and needy... Optimus was pretty sure that if he didn't give the Seeker what he wanted, Starscream would take it, and as nice as that might be... not here. Not in public. Optimus didn't spare that any further thought, pressing into Starscream with a moan that he couldn't help.
Yes, yes, yes…! Optimus' spike made his valve burn, sinking in almost too easily. Gods, he was so wet… Starscream curled his fingers into the desk, no longer trying to escape but seeking purchase. The soft growls that were building in his vocaliser were almost more embarrassing than any plea could have been, as close to purring as they were… but it felt good. So good and he needed it so much- “Get on with it already, will you‽”
Optimus twacked a wing, not too hard, he hoped... he didn't think it mattered too much. "Now, now. You should be nicer!" He wasn't cruel, though... so long as an Autobot had left its mark, and Optimus didn't really feel like pissing of Starscream more than the usual. He began to thrust, light and playful for the most part, with the occasional hard push to make the Seeker scream. It was an exploration of what he could do.
The rhythm his partner set was completely unpredictable and soon enough he was playing the flier like an instrument… He knew it and he couldn’t, didn’t want to, do a thing about it. Starscream offlined his optics, handing his body completely to the former Autobot, pressing into each thrust as much as he could.
Optimus was aware that he had a rather silly grin on his face, when it wasn't sharpened by the pure enjoyment of his power. He was wise enough to hide his expression by nipping and licking at Starscream's back seams, growling occasionally. Oh, and this gave him every right to 'thank' Megatron later...
Optimus wasn’t big enough to reach his wing joints, which as a shame really, as talented as his mouth was, but the seams he hit were close enough to the feeling to finally loosen Starscream’s glossa. “Primus, you insufferable glitch- please! T-take me harder, I need it, please…”
There it was, that was what he wanted. Exactly what he wanted... maybe he even needed it right now, the shrill and somehow arrogant begging... "Like this?" Optimus asked, speeding up and deepening his thrusts as much as he could. Oh, by the Allspark... or maybe Primus? Starscream felt great, and how good would it feel when the Seeker overloaded around him, because of him...?
There was not enough coherency left in his CPU to answer to that but his scream probably said it all anyway. How had the damned mech become so good at this so quickly? The seeker arched, wings flaring. “Yes, yes, yes, yes-” Another audio shattering keen and he was overloading, shaking uncontrollably.
Optimus snarled a little, actually surprised by the overload, the suddenness... And oh, sweet sparks, it was strong, and Starscream looked so good... Optimus gasped, pressed close to Starscream as his own overload came, spike emptying into the quivering valve. Vents trying to stabilize, Optimus found one hand reaching back to caress Megatron’s hold, somewhat in thanks, somewhat just because he could.
They were both done in, and hadn’t he been holding Optimus there would have been someone else taking advantage right now as surely as his second would be griping the moment he was out of post overload haze. Megatron pulled the smaller one against him with a purr, leaving the seeker mewling and fighting to recover, sprawled over the desk like a live decoration. He would stay there for a while if the rest of the present Decepticons got their hands on him, and their leader wasn’t inclined to stop them. The flier needed some attention anyway.
Optimus was tired, and slowly noticing the looks being turned on Starscream. Well, the Seeker didn't really seem to quite mind... and some of the same looks were being turned on him. Oh dear... Optimus' first thought was 'not here'. He managed not to hide against Megatron, as much as he enjoyed the hold. "I think I need to clean off..." He looked around for Soundwave, waiting until the red visor was turned towards him to think, rather strongly, 'forgive me?'.
Megatron almost snickered aloud when the chassis in his hold stiffened. Seemed as if someone was coming down from cloud number nine enough to notice he was being sized up for another round. “Of course.”
Soundwave moved over with swiftly, nodding at his leader, then turning to the one inviting him so clearly. He was getting used to the toy-comments anyway… His hand sneaked back onto the smaller one’s backside once more, smirk hidden under his faceplate. “Permission to retreat?”
“Granted. Off you go.” The silver mech would stay a little longer, watch the show that was already in the making…
More or less alone with Soundwave for the first time, Optimus was... embarrassed. Mostly because he wasn't sure what to say... "Starscream will be okay?" Except, apparently, very silly questions. It didn't really help that he was sure Soundwave was hearing most of this, intentionally or not... "I really do want to reach the wash racks first."
“Affirmative.” The young one was really too amusing, once you got past his clever little tries at an untrained mental defense. “Preferences noted.” That he wanted privacy for this wasn’t very surprising. Few Decepticons cared for being dominated without a fight, at least in public.
Optimus looked at Soundwave suspiciously, pretty sure that the technopath was laughing at him. Not that he didn't have the right to... "Why do you talk like tha- ...Is post-overload high sufficient excuse...?" That had been fairly rude, thankfully no-one was really around to hear. Now they just needed to get to the wash racks... ooh, hot water, and Soundwave would look good...
Most of the low chuckle rumbling his vocaliser got through his mask. “Excuse sufficient. Recommendation: Private setting if otherwise.” That would relax the young one, and he would have an easier time getting past reactions he was just learning. They were almost there now, and no one was in sight… not surprising, with Starscream making a buffet of himself in the rec room.
Not entirely sure what Soundwave was suggesting, Optimus simply shrugged. They were close enough to the wash racks, and alone... Slipping away from Soundwave just long enough to reach the racks first, Optimus already had the water going by the time the technopath entered. "Temperature okay?"
A quick look and not quite legal use of officer codes later they were well and truly alone. The rest of the crew would survive without wash racks for the moment. Should he? Well, it probably wouldn’t hurt… Soundwave let his visor and facemask fold back and enjoyed the spray. “Affirmative. The setting is quite pleasing.” It took a little concentration to speak like this, but it was manageable.
Optics flickering, Optimus looked at Soundwave. "I was just starting to get used to the other... way..." Okay... He was... well. Yeah, Soundwave was... cute. Not super attractive, but very... cute. Optimus tried valiantly to not compare him to the toy again. "Er, I'm glad you like the water. I have to admit, this was something I badly missed on Earth. Even Omega didn't have washracks like this..." Optimus stretched under the water, twisting to play with the way it flowed down his chassis. He probably should get the thicker armor...
There he went showing the Prime what only few others ever got to see and that was the mental response he got? A pout formed on his derma plates before Soundwave could think twice about it. Damn not being used to visible facial expressions… and sweet mercy of Primus, was he blushing? Over being thought of as cute? It felt like it. Today was decidedly not his day.
Wait... wait, wait...? Was Soundwave... was that a blush? And... he was pouting? "Awww! I see why you hide your face...!" Optimus said. Well, squealed, really... Cooing, Optimus attached himself to the barely-larger mech, nuzzling the hot face. "Don't worry... I won't tell anyone... No matter how cute you are." That went a long way to explaining Soundwave’s incarnation in this universe... there seemed to be parallels, even if they were rather strained at times.
Mewling in complaint, the tape deck debated pushing at Optimus, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. In the end his pout grew a little and he wrapped his arms around the Prime. “Discretion appreciated… Cuteness debatable.”
"If it helps..." and wow, did he ever feel weird talking like this, "it's a really... hot cuteness. Makes me want to... kiss you..." And do other things, too, things the young mech didn't know the names for but was sure that Soundwave could read from his processor if he wanted.
The images taking form in Optimus' CPU made his face even hotter. If it made him think things like these then Soundwave was positive he could live with being cute… Kissing sounded like a good idea. They were close enough already and the Prime was almost his height- He barely noticed he had moved. Soft, inviting derma plates under his and warm water cascading down their frames… yes, being cute definitely had its perks.
Optimus yielded to the kiss. He had invited Soundwave to 'forgive' him, and anyway... the former Autobot had not had very much practice with kissing. Soundwave may, or may not, know much, but he sure knew more than Optimus... kissing was nice. It caused a slow heat... Optimus moved his hands slightly on Soundwave’s wet frame, and realized that his legs were working harder than normal to support him.
Wrapping an arm around the Prime’s waist was as automatic as slowly backing him against a wall was. Soundwave wanted to feel him, feel more than those teasing thoughts brushing his own, or the derma plates against his. Make him shudder and arch, see what he looked like when out of control.
Wall. Wall was good. Ooh, wall was very good, with Soundwave pressing into him. Soundwave was even more angular than Megatron, something that fascinated Optimus. Of course, grinding against the buttons was fun too... Optimus broke the kiss with a moan, looking at Soundwave with a slightly dazed look.
So new to their form of this and already he knew how to go for the weak spots… A strangled gasp escaped the tape deck as his lover, most literally, pushed his buttons. Optimus seemed to enjoy it as well. He looked good like this… Soundwave let his hands wander, searching the unfamiliar setup for places that would make his partner feel even better.
Buttons? Buttons, really, or was it just because they were on Soundwave's panel? At least Optimus thought they were... "Sound pretty. Mm... windshield. Grappler deployments... out of reach, I guess..." Or the technopath could continue to explore, that was pretty dang enjoyable by itself! "Mm... haven't gone this slow since meeting you..." He wasn't complaining.
“Fast: for control. Slow: for intimacy.” If that made any sense to the Prime, but it was like that. Both kinds had their own merits… Pretty? The smaller mech was good at finding words that made him squirm. Soundwave didn’t really care anymore right now… He gave up his hunt for hot spots in favor of groping his lover’s aft, picking him up and trapping him between the wall and his own chassis.
It took Optimus a moment, especially with the lovely pinning, but once he did, he drew back in an attempt to see Soundwave's face. "Really? Mm... and you're willing to be intimate with me?" Optimus was... touched wasn't the right word. Aware of what it meant. Smirking a little, the red and blue mech moved in to offer another kiss.
“Affirmative.” His normal monotone one liner was softer, tinged with pleasure and affection. Soundwave pressed their dermas together once more, savoring the unrushed building of warmth in both of their systems. The new position allowed him to rock into the smaller mech and create an addicting friction.
Optimus purred into the kiss, arching enough to meet his lover. He had put this in the technopath's hands, and he would leave it there for as long as Soundwave wanted it. Intimacy was nice, Optimus was rediscovering, and it was interesting how such a physical method of interfacing could be so intimate. Here he had thought cables where required for this type of closeness...
A few breems later, Soundwave had just enough processor to muse. Being with Optimus was… different. He had expected as much, seeing as they were from different universes, but it wasn’t like what he had expected. It was… subtle. He couldn’t really pinpoint it. But, with his systems cycling down from an overload that had almost knocked his leg systems offline, and still pinning the smaller mech to the wall, it was a good kind of different. Optimus was nice, being with him was good and he really wouldn’t mind doing this again… as soon as he could feel all of his servos again.
It took a few tries, but at some point he managed to hit the cleanser controls and shut off the shower. “Come, lover… Statement: berth a preferable surface to rest on.”
Optimus was still just laying against the wall, and gave a lazy smile at Soundwave's words. "Berth... yeah... That's a lovely idea..." His hips were sore as he unlatched his legs from around the technopath's fairly broad waist. Lover... he liked that word. "Alright. We can both walk, yes? No? Yes. Good..." Because they really, really didn't need to commandeer the washracks any more, and a berth would be more comfortable.
He let the Prime down carefully and coded the door open as soon as he had made sure Optimus would be able to stand on his own. It would be an enjoyable evening, definitely…