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Soundwave’s processor spiraled as he downed another cube of high-grade, enjoying the burning sensation as it spilled into his fuel tank. He was never one to express or talk about feelings, especially regarding romance, but ever since he saw the empurata scientist he could think of nothing else. He was afraid of feeling love again, remembering cold servos running down his body as an unwanted spike entered him in hard thrusts that made him cry out in both pain and pleasure.
The thought made his tank churn and he looked around to the exit of the bar, his mind expecting him even if he knew it wouldn’t happen. He felt disappointment and distress as he once again realized the scientist could never love him back in the way he did. Downing another cube, he swayed his feet in his drunken state, thinking about Shockwave fragging him into his berth as he rubs his interior node and murmurs praises into his auditory sensors. He lets his mind wander into arousing scenarios involving him and Shockwave, the thought alone making his valve warm and pleading. For the rest of the night cycle, Soundwave drinks and drinks in the lonely bar somewhere in kaon while thinking of an unlikely dream of his.
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He wakes up suddenly in a berth which is not his, his valve panel is open and his head is throbbing in his helm. Panic rises in him as he comes to the conclusion that someone took advantage of his state last night cycle. He looks around and finds an open door, he befuddledly shuffled outside to be met with a familiar glow of low lights and lab setup; he was in Shockwave's hab suite and now in his lab. He heard a low scuff sound and turned slightly, his red visor meeting a round yellow optic across the room. Shockwave was standing next to a table, visibly working on something but stopping when he noticed Soundwave.
“I assume you’re confused on what happened?” He asked, showing no apparent emotion in his voice. Of course.
Soundwave stayed silent, just leaned on the door as he stared at Shockwave, waiting for an explanation on last night’s events.
Seemingly taking the hint, Shockwave continued.
“The proprietor of the bar contacted me and complained about you, vexed at your increasingly loud company, so I went and conducted you back here, where you very vehemently proclaimed your love for me and opened your valve panel.
Not wanting to cause any trouble for you nor me, I left you to recharge as you complained.”
Soundwave was stunned for a mere second before a wave of embarrassment came over him. How could he have done that? Why would he expose himself in such a state, especially to Shockwave, his amica?
Shockwave must’ve sensed his worries through their bond, as he then walked to Soundwave and placed his hand over his chassis, yellow optic locked onto his visor, still showing no signs of thought or emotion.
“Soundwave: apologizes for the trouble he may have caused last night, do not take anything he said seriously, please.” He spoke in a low voice, looking down to where Shockwave had his servo.
“You have nothing to apologize for. I have a query; was what you said true?”
“About what?”
“You spoke… about me. In ways no one ever did, not even before the empurata.
You apologized repeatedly after every reason you had to love…me. Why?”
“You were never similar to any other mech. It’s simple, really. You never pressured me to talk about something, you always just listened when I needed it. You never gave me false hopes about anything, you just spilled your logic. I always admired that about you, though those same things were caused by the reason you could never really love me back.”
Shockwave tried to send assurance through their bond, but his spark churned at the fact he could send very little. He did not recognize anything about what was happening at the moment, it was very new to him, and that fact he disliked.
“You also choked out a few explicit messages through tears as I held you, you looked so broken at that moment and the amount of wretched emotion being sent through the bond was almost overwhelming. I felt… I think I felt frustration, I couldn’t help you.
He was spilling thoughts without consideration, taking advantage of the situation.
“What do I do?” Soundwave croaked, mourning a love he never had.
“What do you want? I would do anything to the limits of my frame for you.”
Though he never understood emotions or feelings, especially love, he felt different about Soundwave, he was a loyal ally he felt connected to, it was a weird relationship, but it was one nonetheless.
Soundwave thought, but dared not speak his thoughts suddenly.
I want you to frag me into the berth, I want you to hold me like you love me, I want you to love me. He was so afraid.
“Soundwave…wants to interface.” The request escaped his vocalizer in a whisper, it made his spark beat against his chassis, the punding feeling reaching his helm and intensifying as he waited for Shockwave’s response.
“Okay.” He simply said. No complicated questions or concerns, just a simple agreement from his amica.
“Any request?”
“Yes, please. Be gentle, slow.”
Shockwave dragged his servo down to Soundwave’s and took him back to the berth, both sitting at the edge, facing each other in silence.
“Spike or valve?” Shockwave felt the need to ask, he deemed it polite to do so.
“Valve.” He answered almost immediately, darting his helm down once again.
With no further questions, Shockwave reached forward and ran his servos around his chassis, teasing at edges and taking mental notes of which place made Soundwave shudder slightly. He leaned forward, gingerly pushing Soundwave down into the soft mesh of his berth. The new position allowed him to tease at his midsection; pressing his digits into hip joints seemed to work him up nicely.
He suddenly heard a click and a soft, fast hiss, and looked down to be met with a wet, warm valve.
Soundwave spread his legs slightly, hinting he wanted to be fragged. He raised up slightly, leaning on his elbows and leaning his helm on one shoulder.
It would be a lie to say seeing him like this wasn’t incredibly arousing to Shockwave, seeing his amica all spread out like this in front of him, begging for a good frag.
Shockwave crawled onto the berth and leaned to one side of Soundwave, placing one hand between his legs and leaning on the other one.
His hand started to stroke his thigh, making its way up, teasing at sharp edges as it made its way to the hip joints to the valve rim already wet with lubricants.
With one swift move, he pushed one digit in, slowly wiggling it around as Soundwave gasped softly and bucked his hips at the feeling. He slipped another digit inside, feeling him around and further studying where he liked being touched. He pushed a third inside, this time pulling them out almost fully and thrusting back in in a rhythm he found Soundwave reacted nicely to.
He started moving his digits in a scissoring motion as his partner bucked his hips and panted, letting his helm fall back. He pulled his digits out, receiving a disapproving moan from Soundwave.
Shockwave lifted himself up and over Soundwave, his hands on either side of his helm as he let his spike panel retract, revealing a pressurized purple spike with glowing biolights all around it. The sight made Soundwave nervous and frightened but also intrigued as he remembered the spikes of pleasure and pain he experienced few vorns ago in Kaon. He let his legs reach out to hug Shockwave's waist and bring him close, close enough that the head of his spike was touching sensitive mesh in Soundwave’s valve entrance, making him shudder.
Shockwave pushed in slowly, enjoying the way Soundwave was stretching and the way his thighs were spreading further apart to fit his waist.
He pulled out almost all the way and pushed back in a bit more eagerly this time, earning an “unh” sound from Soundwave.
Soundwave grabbed at his shoulders and pulled him down, entrapping Shockwave in a warm embrace. Shockwave just let it happen as he gently thrust back into Soundwave, who was panting quietly against his auditory sensors.
He kept a tender pace, quietly relishing the sounds coming from Soundwave with each thrust into him. He got louder as he approached overload, whining and moaning incoherent words into Shockwave’s neck, arms tightening their grip around his shoulders.
With an “ah” sound, he shuddered, his legs twitching and valve spasming and tightening around Shockwave’s spike, making him overload in a few more thrusts after.
He stayed still as both mechs vented heavily into each other, the room now hot.
Soundwave shifted, wanting to sit up. Shockwave leaned back onto his knees as Soundwave moved with him, never letting go. He got Shockwave to sit on the edge of the berth with Soundwave sitting on his spike, legs around his hips pulling him closer, servos grabbing at his back struts, his helm nuzzled comfortably in his neck as he slowly grinded his hips on Shockwave’s.
It seemed like soundwave still had remaining charge, so shockwave just let it happen as he canted his hips up, earning yelps and moans from soundwave.
He rode Shockwave for a while before they both overloaded and fell into recharge in each others’ arms, Soundwave crying at the bliss and pleasure of the moment.
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Shockwave felt relief at the strengthening of his bond with Soundwave after the passionate night, and he wished that it could have lasted forever.
But it is never easy to love(?) someone for long.
His spark was shattered at the announcement that the communications officer was recently slaughtered in a battle against the Autobots.
It never got easier for Shockwave, though he never showed how much it affected him. The pain(?) never left, but it changed, it changed into something bearable for him.