Morning, Decepticon Brig…
Hanging by his wrists in the Decepticon Brig wasn't Wheeljack's idea of a fun time, having a three way with Prime, now that was a fun time. He glared at the cuffs, these blasted things had resisted his every effort to free himself, and the metal was starting to chaff his wrists.
"When I get out of here, I'm going to leave a horrible review." He muttered, more for the noise rather than for humor.
He lifted his head when the door to the brig slid open.
Great, it's Mr. Personality. He thought dryly as Soundwave came into his line of sight.
Ever since he had been captured, Soundwave had been trying to get secrets from the Wrecker. Luckily, said Wrecker had a mod installed that prevented Cons like Soundwave from extracting info straight from Wheeljack's mind.
The silent mech approached the captive, looking him up and down, taking in ever detail before circling him like a bird of prey.
"If you want tip, you really need to up the quality of service around here."
Now, standing in front of him, Soundwave looked at Wheeljack and tilted his head.
"You're not getting anything from here," He continued. "You might as well give up."
"I can be very persuasive." Soundwave said with his usual multiple voiced recordings.
"Yeah, sure you are."
Soundwave's optics narrowed behind his visor, as far as he knew; Wheeljack was the only Autobot with attitude.
The wrecker smirked at the silent mech, knowing that he was irritating the mech, no matter how little.
Turning away, the lithe mech approached a near by table where various tools lie in wait.
Here we go, Wheeljack thought. The torture commences.
Soundwave was going to pick out a tool; he wanted Wheeljack to sweat it out. Psychological torture was far more effective then physical torture. He slowly walked the length of the table, drawing this out for as long as possible.
I wonder what he's going to use this time. That drill hurt like the pit. The moment that thought entered his mind the pain made by the drill shot up his leg, but he refused to make a sound, there was no way he was going to give the freak the satisfaction.
He continued to watch him, wondering what he was up to, was he having problems deciding what to use? Or was he changing his tactics?
Soundwave finally stopped and picked up a laser scalpel, he held it up as though to admire it.
"A scalpel, huh. Planning on doing a little surgery?" Wheeljack quipped then smirked. "Oh, I know. You're tired of not having a face of your own, and you want to take mine."
Soundwave looked at the captive for a moment before turning back to the table.
Only shows what little you know.
"You know, I feel sorry for you, Sounders," Wheeljack continued. "No face and no real voice. Must be real hard to get noticed when you have something to say."
Soundwave rolled his optics as he set the scalpel back as he spotted the prod, even better.
Realizing that his taunts were getting him nowhere, he lapsed back into silence and simply hung here.
Choosing the prod over the laser scalpel, Soundwave approached the captive once more.
The wrecker was tempted to kick at the slender Con when he came close, but decided not to when he spotted the prod. He kept his expression calm and slightly aloof, as he didn't want to give the freak an advantage over him.
Once more, he circled the captive, taking in every detail.
"Starting a dance there, Sounders?"
Soundwave replied by zapping him.
He gritted his teeth, determined not to make a sound, when it stopped he went limp and panted hard, his arms were beginning to hurt.
Slag it that hurt.
Soundwave tilted his helm as he found himself looking at Wheeljack's aft; he turned off the prod and proceeded to lightly graze almost like a lover's carcass the wrecker's aft with it. He smirked at the reaction.
"Whoa! What the slag do you think you're doing?!" Wheeljack exclaimed as he jerked away.
Soundwave walked around to face him again, a smiley face on his visor.
"Do you get a kick out of touching other mechs afts?" Wheeljack asked glaring.
"No, but I do like to have fun." Soundwave replied, using his actually voice.
Wheeljack blinked in surprise at the sound of the rich and sultry voice, it sent a shiver of desire creep up his spine. The only ones that could do that to him were Prime and Arcee when their voices were filled with lusty desire.
Soundwave smirked a little. "And incase you're wondering… yes, I do have a face."
"Smiley emotes don't count." Wheeljack replied flippantly.
Soundwave stepped closer, his voice husky. "Shows what you know."
Once more a shiver of desire crept up the wrecker's spine. "Then… why don't you prove me wrong?"
The other tilted his head, a small smirk in his tone. "Is that a challenge?"
"Maybe it is. What are you going to do about it?" He tried unsuccessfully to keep his mind out of the gutter.
Soundwave chuckled softly before stepping back, reached up and removed his visor.
Wheeljack's jaw dropped, he honestly couldn't believe what he was looking at, Soundwave had to be the most beautiful mech he had ever seen. Optics the color of a metallic lilac almost like Megatorn's optics when he was wigging out on Dark Energon, only far more stunning and beautiful. They were looking at him below a pair of full and shapely lips that were upturned in a sexy smirk. On top of all that, there wasn't a single flaw that he could see.
"Ok, I'll bite," Wheeljack finally said, spark pounding. "Why do you cover up your face when you look like that?"
Soundwave smiled. "I have a reputation to protect. Only a trusted few have seen my true face."
"If that's the case, why show me?"
Soundwave gave a sexy chuckle before getting into Wheeljack personal space.
"So I can do this." Before Wheeljack could even ask what he was talking about, he kissed the Autobot.
Wheeljack's optics widened with shock. What the in the pit was going on?! To his shame he found himself returning the kiss. He was so focused on those soft, plump lips that he didn't even notice that another had just entered the brig.
Engine purring softly, Soundwave pressed close and deepened the kiss while wrapping his arms around the wrecker to beckon the Con closer.
Erotic images of the wrecker taking the sexy Con entered his mind as he let Soundwave's glossa past his lips. He gave soft groan as their glossa dueled for dominance, he felt himself harden at the thought of a three way entered his mind. A three way between himself, Prime, and Soundwave. He briefly wondered if the lithe mech was a screamer, Primus hearing Sounders scream his name as his climaxed would…. Wait… WHAT WAS HE DOING?!
Soundwave felt Wheeljack stiffen against him, he broke the kiss and backed off before the wrecker could retaliate.
Wheeljack barely had time to recover from the kiss when he felt something connect to the back of his head, making him stiffen and his optics dim.
Soundwave smirked as the patch took immediate effect.
"Are you ready, Soundwave?" Shockwave asked, holding up the other end of the patch.
Soundwave nodded once before taking other end of the cord and hooking it to the back of his head, at that same moment Shockwave activated the patch. He stiffed but managed to stay up right as darkness filled the room.
The patch created a pathway between the connected parties' minds. It would allow Soundwave to explore Wheeljack's memories so he could find the info he needed.
Soundwave could feel Wheeljack's presence in this limbo, but he couldn't worry about that now, he was on a mission.
Wheeljack was confused not to mention disoriented. What happened? The last thing he remembered was Soundwave kissing him, he felt shame fill his spark when he remembered returning the kiss.
Soundwave paused when he heard voices; he easily recognized Arcee's voice, he followed it until it lead him to a memory involving herself and Wheeljack.
"Are you sure, you're ok with this?" The Wrecker asked.
Arcee smiled and placed her hand on the side of his face. "I'm sure."
Wheeljack smiled back before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her.
Interesting, Wheeljack is bonded to Arcee, this could be useful.
Wheeljack wondered around aimlessly he was trying to make sense of things. He knew he was in his own mind but it was still a little freaky.
Scrap, I can't find the location of their new base, nor can I can find the codes.
As he continued sorting through the Wrecker's memories, he found one that was rather steamy.
Wheeljack grunted as Prime pinned him against a wall, everyone was out on patrol save for Ratchet who was busy with other things, so it was just the two of them. Primus, he loved this side of Optimus, so wild… so hot! He explored the larger mech's new body, looking for familiar and new hotspots, moaning and groaning as the Autobot leader fragged him mercilessly!
Ah, a three way bond. Even better. Soundwave smirked before moving on, though he couldn't help but feel a stab of jealously at the look of unbridled passion on Wheeljack's face as the Prime ravaged him.
Primus, I hope the little glitch doesn't find the memory of me and Bulk when we got into high grade after coming back from that disaster of a mission. Wheeljack though with growing dread.
Soundwave just stared, mouth slightly a gap as he watched said memory involving the two severely wasted Wreckers. He gave a small shudder before continuing forward.
"Soundwave! I know you're in here! Show yourself!"
Soundwave paused upon hearing the Wrecker's voice.
No matter, even if he finds me, he cannot hurt me.
"This connection works both ways. If I can find Soundwave, I'll be about to get into his mind," Wheeljack quietly mused. "Being third in command and head of intelligence, he must have a lot of secrets that would be invaluable."
Soundwave continued sorting through the Wrecker's memories to see what else he could find. There were plenty of them that included missions, a slag load of firefights and explosions.
Primus, Wheeljack likes to blow slag up. Other then that, nothing useful.
"There you are!"
Soundwave turned and narrowed his optics as he faced the angered Wrecker. He couldn't physically fight him while in this limbo; however, he could hold him off mentally.
"Having fun peeping at my memories, you pervert?" Wheeljack asked, gather himself up to fight.
He knew Soundwave believed that he had the upper hand in this situation, but what the lithe mech didn't know was that he had been in this situation before. During his time with the Wreckers before Ultra Magnus took over and ruined it for him, he had been captured and forced to endure the patch then have a Con rip through memories to gather every scrap of info he could find. He had managed to find a way to fight back and force his way into the other's mind and he still knew how to do it.
The silent mech took a step towards the Autobot to start the battle of wills, he smirked a little when Wheeljack took out his swords, the fool truly believed he could fight him while in this realm. Feeling confident with himself, he continued to approach the Wrecker.
"Ready to get your aft handed to you, Con?" Wheeljack taunted.
"You're Confident, considering that you're out of your league." Soundwave replied.
"What makes you so sure about that?"
All Soundwave did was smile at him.
Wheeljack just smiled right back before charging the Con.
When the Wrecker was only a few feet away, Soundwave lifted his hand, palm out, causing the white Autobot to freeze in place.
Knowing that Soundwave couldn't truly harm him but merely confuse him, he closed his optics and concentrated then took a step forward.
What?! How is this possible?! Soundwave thought with wide shock filled eyes.
"What's the matter? Did I surprise you?" Wheeljack smirked and continued walking forward.
Soundwave didn't understand how this was even happening, he shouldn't be able to move, this was his domain! He had control here!
Lunging forward, Wheeljack grabbed the sides of Soundwave's helm and closed his optics, willing himself to enter Soundwave's head.
Once more Soundwave found himself alone, but he still felt the Wrecker's presence. Some how the bot had forced himself into his mind, now everything he knew was at Wheeljack's fingertips!
I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!
X X X
Looking through Soundwaves' memories, Wheeljack came across one that caught his interest; it was during his time as a Gladiator. He had to admit, the mech looked impressive. He crossed his arms as he watched the memory, studying his fighting skills and wondering why a mech that had suffered under the cruel oppression of the time would serve one hell bent on enslaving the universe…
Soundwave stepped into the arena, the bloodthirsty roar of the crowd was deafening, but he tuned it out. He needed to remain focused if he was going too win this next match.
Wheeljack felt like he was part of the roaring crowd as he watched, his optics widened when he saw Megatron stepped into the arena, chest still splattered with blood from a fight prior to this one. The silver mech reached for a shield before unsheathing his blade.
Soundwave had heard about this mech, he was savage as he was cunning. It would be unwise to underestimate him.
Megatron sneered at his opponent from across the arena; at first glance the mech looked dismissive and not much of a threat, but he kept his guard up. It wasn't always the strongest that won fights.
Soundwave grabbed a sword and shield for himself as he continued to walk into the center of the arena.
"So… you're Soundwave," Megatron said, looking the mech up and down. "They say you're pretty strong."
"Strength isn't everything." Soundwave replied.
Hearing that sexy voice again, send shivers through Wheeljack's frame.
"Perhaps not, but it is important. Even in here." Megatron stated.
A loud BANG sounded, signaling the fight to begin.
With a roaring battle cry, Megatron charged his opponent and brought down his sword in a swing that was known for cleaving heads with one swing and would have no doubt cleaved this mech in half.
Soundwave sidestepped the attack then used his shield and slammed into Megatron's back. The force of the blow made Megatron stagger forward a few feet but he kept his balance. He spun around to face him again, his optics bright and filled with blood lust.
"Very good. However, you should have used your sword!" He gave another roaring battle cry before attacking.
The fight quickly became more savage, yet neither fighter seemed to gaining or losing ground. Megatron slashed and hacked at Soundwave, chopping off tentacles that came to close; the floor of the arena was stained with blood from both fighters.
Soundwave flipped over one of Megatron's swings and landed behind him, he slashed his sword across the larger gladiator's back, smirking at the roar of pain.
The roar of the crowd became louder and deafening as the silver gladiator became more ferocious in his attacks, forcing the other mech back with the force of his blows. It would appear that like so many battles before this, he would win.
Soundwave injured and on his back narrowed his eyes and kicked out, his foot coming in contact with the silver mech's knee.
Megatron grunted in pain and went down, but he stopped his fall with a free hand.
Ignoring his wounds, Soundwave forced himself to stand, a blood stained jagged sword clutched in his hand.
Megatron also managed to get up, glaring at him, teeth bared in a sneer. "You'll pay for that."
However, despite the threat, nether made a move to strike the other down; they were too injured and too exhausted to continue their savage duel. This caused the crowd to become restless as they waited; it wasn't long before they started yelling and throwing things at them. This was a gladiator pit, they wanted blood!
Megatron looked at them, hatred simmering his optics. "Pampered, spoiled fools."
"Well…" A voice boomed over the loud speaker. "It appears that this match ends with… a draw…"
The audience booed and screamed, they didn't want a draw!
"Look that them. All they care about is themselves," Megatron said, his optics burning into Soundwave. "This caste system is corrupt and rotten to the core; I know that you can help me change that."
Soundwave looked at the crowd just to avoid Megatron's intense stare. He swallowed before looking him, their optics locking.
"What do you have in mind?"