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Soundwave had very rarely felt foolish. But as the war ramped up, it became a more common feeling. The latest defeat brought a few thoughts to his processor. 1) The autobots seemed destined to lose the war at this rate. And 2) How many times would he allow Optimus to ignore his advice while watching the resulting decisions turn to rust?
Soundwave also rarely got angry, truly angry. But when lazerbeak was injured, almost killed, while scouting because they refused to listen to him? Soundwave saw red. And that is what has led him here, feeling his spark spin and boil with rage, and feeling equally foolish.
When Soundwave had rushed to find and protect the injured Lazerbeak, against the wishes of some of his comrades at that moment, he had found himself a mere dozen meters away from Megatron himself. Soundwave had been sure he was going to die a preventable death defending his cassette, but the warlord surprised him.
“You’re the one who helps run communications for the autobots.” Megatron grinned down at him, dente glinting.
This was surely a trap meant to lure him out then. Raising his blaster, Soundwave took a defensive stance in front of Lazerbeak. Soundwave would not go down without a fight. He waited for the warlord to make a move. Megatron only laughed in response, seemingly otherwise unfazed by Soundwave pointing a weapon at him.
“Bold too. I like that.”
Soundwave shifted nervously, it felt like he was being toyed with. Still, he would wait for Megatron to act, to find the perfect chance to shoot and possibly get him and Lazerbeak out of here, but Megatron’s next words shocked him further.
“Surely your talents are wasted with the Autobots? If your intellect and boldness aren’t enough to help the Autobots succeed, then they truly are fools.”
Megatron took a few steps forward, stance still loose and open. “You must see it too, yes? I offer this, let us parlay in more… Welcoming locals, and I will show you how the Decepticon cause would not throw you aside.”
Soundwave then received a request for comms. Hesitantly, Soundwave accepted the request, Megatron’s words resonating with his own thoughts. After scanning and decrypting the communication, he saw it was a set of coordinates and a date and time. Soundwave kept his blaster trained on Megatron as he read it.
He was at a loss for words, but luckily Megatron spoke again after Soundwave accepted the message.
“Just you and me, a chance to talk. I hope you consider the offer.”
Aim steady, Soundwave watched as Megatron backed away, disappearing in the nearby rubble and his pedesteps fading away. It was only when he could not hear those steps anymore, sensors straining for any sound, that Soundwave finally rushed Lazerbeak back, the message from Megatron still bright in the corner of his visor.
He hoped he wouldn’t be stepping into a trap.
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Arriving at the marked location there was little preamble. Megatron’s servos push him back, the force sending him to the desk behind him. Megatron keeps pace, bringing his servos back to Soundwave’s broad chest to push him down, encouraging him to lean back against the hard surface.
A jolt of panic passes through his processor. This wasn’t right, he shouldn’t be here, he was an Autobot. He needed to leave. Soundwave’s servos come up to span Megatron’s warm chest panels to stop him.
Megatron pauses before a grin spans his face plates.
“Oh Soundwave, I know what you truly want. What those Autobots are afraid to give.” Megatron says while guiding Soundwave with surprisingly gentle servos to lay on the desk.
Megatron continues, “You want someone who isn’t afraid to take charge, to make the hard decisions, to take what they want.”
Megatron’s words give Soundwave pause. Is this truly what he desired? His internal systems warming and legs parting for Megatron’s large frame answered before his processor could catch up with his decision. He wanted. He wanted a commander who wasn’t scared to carry the burden of leadership and the difficult decisions that war entailed. And right now he wanted this.
Megatron leaned over him, pressing their still covered interface panels together. Megatron’s frame was a wall of warmth already.
“What else do you want, Soundwave?” Megatron crooned at him.
The deep and resonant voice saying his name, both lightly condescending and lustful. Soundwave immediately put forth the command to open his interface panels. Megatron's deep rumble of appreciation felt like victory. When Megatron responded in kind and let his spike sink into Soundwave’s valve, it felt transcendent.
Each overload that followed was the best Soundwave had ever had. Seeing Megatron overload was also its own rush. At one point Megatron brought them both down to the floor, able to bear his full weight and force into each thrust.
His last overload had static shifting in the edges of his vision. As he and Megatron remained entwined, events heavy, he gazed up at Megatron who met Soundwave’s visor with a somewhat exhausted grin. The focused, calm, and calculated look in Megatron’s red optics held Soundwave. He had once seen the same look in Optimus’ eyes, but it turned out to be the idyllic gaze of a cowardly fool. This reminder had anger blooming in Soundwave’s spark, spurring him to action to deal with the emotional energy.
Whether Megatron expected the movement or not, he seemed to allow Soundwave to flip them so the communications bot was seated on top. Soundwaved paused for a moment to let his fans cool his overheating frame. Soundwave decided he liked this view, and how Megatron’s spike sat deep in his valve, pressing against his forge. He also enjoyed the power he felt, sitting astride the infamous warlord that he was supposed to be fighting. And what better way to work out his frustrations?
Megatron chuckled, running his servos over white thigh plates before he titled his head back to take Soundwave in fully.
“Take what you want, Soundwave.”
Shifting his weight, Soundwave leaned forward, using Megatron's broad chassis as leverage to start lifting himself up, Megatron’s spike almost slipping out, before dropping back down to have their frames loudly reconnect. The deep groan from Megatron encouraged Soundwave to continue, finding a gratifying pace that had the thick spike striking deep nodes in his valve.
Panting, Soundwave put all his processor to keeping the pace and rhythm, and keeping his optics open to take in the image of Megatron spread out beneath him and crackling with charge. Even while enjoying Soundwave’s movements, the warlord also kept steady servos on the other’s midsection, not forcing or maneuvering Soundwave, but simply supporting him as he rode.
Soundwave was already hurtling towards another overload when Megatron spoke up, voice rumbling through Soundwave’s frame.
“Yes, this is exactly how you should be. Taking charge and enjoying the fruits of your work. Overload for me, won’t you Soundwave?”
Soundwave couldn’t resist the honeyed words nor the request. The charge crackled up his struts, making his limbs weak as he collapsed on top, Megatron’s spike deep inside his valve and filling him with transfluid.
It took a few moments for Soundwave’s audial and visual feeds to reboot. When his senses returned he found himself still spread across Megatron’s thighs with the mech’s spike plugging his valve. During his reboot Megatron had collected him in his arms, sitting up so Soundwave’s help rested against his neckcables. When Soundwave stirred Megatron helped him lift himself off of Megatron and onto unsteady pedes. Soundwave closed his interface panels, noting the feeling of Megatron’s transfluid dripping against the inner plating.
Megatron’s field brushing closely into his own had Soundwave glancing up from where he leaned against the desk, not having realized how close Megatron had gotten. The large grey mech stepped forward until their chassis touched, bringing a hand up to gently grab Soundwave’s chin, ensuring he couldn’t look away.
“I’m not egotistical enough to ask and expect you to join me now, but I do hope you’ll consider it.” Megatron grinned at him.
Another message request pinged on his hud which Soundwave immediately opened. In it was Megatron’s private communications code. Soundwave’s visor brightened as Megatron continued.
“But if you need further convincing, you know how to reach me.”
The warlord then backed away, their fields untangling as Megatron left Soundwave alone once more in that abandoned room. Soundwave would be lying to himself if he said he had a lot to think about because deep down he knew what his decision would ultimately be.