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He's always watching. Waiting. Listening.
Soundwave wasn't the Decepticon's Communications and Intelligence Officer for nothing.
His intelligence of the Autobot cause and their plans were ever useful for Lord Megatron and his increasingly exaggerated ideas. Soundwave didn't always agree with them, but was sworn to the Decepticon leader regardless of what he thought. How he felt. He was endlessly devoted to the Lord, and their ideology.
Although, being so well informed did have consequences. Ones that Soundwave never dared to mention, nor was asked about. Not that it would matter, he thought. It wasn't information that Megatron nor the Decepticons needed. No, this was for Soundwave.
His visualizer was constantly set on the Autobot leader in particular. Watching the Prime's every move, listening to every word that came from his overly optimistic voice, and albeit it rare, he'd catch glimpses of the highly praised bot at his lowest. Unfortunately, Soundwave's reach was limited, thanks to the fact that he and the rest of the Decepticons still were unable to locate the Autobot base. Instead, he simply tapped into their visual feeds of their main computing system, hub, and anything else with a screen inside the base. It was a feat that Soundwave hadn't even spoken to Megatron about. Why? He wasn't sure. Maybe it was his current delusions, those that influenced his actions, had him distracted from tasks at hand, and plagued his processors.
Optimus Prime.
When did he start watching the Prime so intensely? He couldn't remember.
Maybe it was during his short time on the Nemesis. When he'd lost his memory of being a Prime.
Soundwave felt himself drifting towards the room that Megatron had kept him in. His curiosity about the current situation and the state of the Prime had his processors begging for information. Starving for knowledge, intelligence, he didn't have. He stood by the doors and listened, his audial sensors twitching with interest.
He did this for a decacycle, tuning his sensors to listen to the former Prime when that curious feeling overwhelmed him. He wanted to know what the mech was thinking. How he was feeling. How the loss of his status affected him. It was all new information that pleased Soundwave in a way he didn't understand. The more information he collected, the more he felt himself drifting towards the bot known as Orion Pax.
When the Autobot Arcee had made her way onto the Nemesis to potentially rescue the Prime, Soundwave was tasked with "protecting" Orion, which originally was a task he wasn't the most thrilled about. He felt as if his skills could've been used for something much more important.
When he'd passed through the hall that held the room Orion was instructed to, Soundwave was surprised to see them standing outside of the room itself, looking around in confusion. Although, the communications officer could understand that look on their faceplates. The ship was full of loud explosions, blaster fire, and firing engines, thanks to the appearance of Starscream. He had kept himself informed of the former Decepticon's location, and was aware of the attack, but was unable to fully warn Megatron nor the other cons.
"Excuse me?" The voice that normally belonged to the enemy had Soundwave's audials twitching when he was addressed by the former Prime.
He turned only his helm, and stared back at the taller bot, his visualizer displaying an idling screen.
"I'm..sorry to bother you, Officer Soundwave, but what's going on? My audials keep picking up what sounds like blaster fire." Orion seemed timid about the situation, almost as if it wasn't something he should be asking about. He already knew he was breaking Megatron's rule by being outside of the space he was tasked to.
Soundwave pondered his answer to their question for a few kliks before playing a recording from the surveillance footage on his visualizer. It showed the carnage happening merely a few halls away, the Vehicons desperately trying to stop Arcee as she slashed and kicked her way through them towards their current location. Orion seemed shocked by this, and looked at Soundwave in disbelief.
"The Autobots have sent someone to capture me? Is there anything I should do?" Their voice was concerned, seemingly frightened by the potential of being taken by what they were told was the enemy.
Soundwave raised a servo, silencing the other mech as he continued his path down the hall, slowly but surely approaching the scene of battle and the Autobot trespasser.
She came into view as more Vehicons were dismantled in her wake, her optics zeroed in on the intelligence officer as she began racing towards him, having shifted into her alt mode, tires screeching as her engine propelled her forward. Soundwave could read her thoughts, sense her change in mood and felt that fire burning in her spark. She was set on destroying him, just to get to the former Prime.
Unphased by such an idea, Soundwave simply stood his ground, and ran calculations in his processors for the best plan of action.
Orion had peeked around the corner, confused by the other's ignorance towards his questions. That's when he spotted the silent Decepticon staring in the face of an approaching vehicle mode, which had the archivist concerned for his safety. He was about to say something, but instead was baffled by what happened next.
In a quick flash, faster than both Orion and Arcee could comprehend, a ground bridge portal appeared right in front of the Decepticon, and teleported the trespassing bot to some other unknown location.
Orion stood there in awe, not only surprised, but impressed by the officer's actions.
"Are...you alright, Officer Soundwave?"
There was that voice again, Soundwave thought, turning again to see the presence of the archivist, confused. They had followed him?
He softly nodded before approaching the other, pointing back towards the archives, where the other should've been.
"I-I know I'm supposed to be in the archives, but I wondered where you were going. You looked like something was bothering you."
This confused Soundwave further. Did he really give off something like that? He didn't think he would be so easily read by the other mech.
He responded with a noise akin to a hum, and started walking back to the archives, the taller bot following behind.
"If it isn't a bother, I am rather curious about what it was." Orion piped up again as he strode behind the communications officer, hoping to have some sort of conversation with a bot that wasn't Megatron. They were feeling lonesome, which was an unusual thing for them. "If not, I appreciate you escorting me back. And...saving me from that Autobot."
His audials twitched again in response to their question, not stopping his stride. For what reason would the archivist care about that? Was it some sort of trick to get information out of him? Or was it merely a curiosity that he wasn't used to?
He had been thinking up something he could do in that situation, but instead was surprised to see Starscream holed up in the room, carrying several energon cubes. His speculations were correct then, he thought. Starscream was invading the Nemesis to collect resources.
"S-Soundwave? What're you doing with the Prime?" The former Lieutenant seemed puzzled by the sight of Optimus Prime being on the Nemesis, let alone seemingly walking around willingly with Soundwave.
"...Prime? I'm no Prime. Why do they keep calling me that? And isn't Starscream supposed to be dead?" Orion looked at Soundwave with that same doe-eyed confusion he showed before, which had him running through his processors for a response.
Luckily for him, several Vehicons came bursting into the room, who Soundwave assumed where the ones chasing the Lieutenant before. "You're going into custody, Starscream! Lord Megatron's orders!"
Before he could really get an answer about what was going on, Starscream had to "jet", quickly firing off shots at the Decepticons in the room before making his escape, which had the Vehicons following in pursuit.
Orion ended up in the crossfire, and instinctively, Soundwave shielded them. When it settled once again, that voice again rang out in the silence.
"Thank you, Officer Soundwave."
Did they actually say it? Or was it something his processors conjured up? He never questioned himself like this. So why now?
Regardless if it was true or not, it had Soundwave turning around, facing the taller bot as he stared up at them. He didn't respond, and instead, simply stared at them, his visualizer idle and dark.
This didn't seem to phase the other though, giving the smaller bot a soft smile before turning back to the archives panel, his digits pressing individual buttons with ease and skill. Soundwave stood and watched, his optics following every stroke, every touch. It was gentle, he thought. As if the former Prime was worried he could possibly break or injure the console. That gentleness, that hesitation, the optimism and positive words were all so unfamiliar to the communications officer. He found himself drawn to it. Whether it was for his own pursuit of knowledge, or a curiosity towards the Prime, he was uncertain.
Acting without processing, he slid behind the taller bot, his long arms extending out and pressing a few of the console's buttons, which seemed to distract Orion. He turned to Soundwave, and was met with the other's facial screen pressing against his own faceplates.
"Officer Soundwave..?" Orion tried to speak up, but was promptly silenced by that same action, Soundwave pressing his screen to their face. It had them confused, which was unfortunately a feeling they had a lot more often than they remembered.
Soundwave waited in anticipation for some sort of retaliation, a push, a shove, even an outburst, but it never came. Instead, his visual receptors peered out to see the other's optics closed. What...was he doing? It felt strange. A soft, weird feeling on the officer's screen that he'd never felt before. What was this called again? He had seen Knockout and Breakdown doing the same thing before.
He didn't know what to do in response. He didn't even mean to start whatever this was in this first place. It was merely a...feeling. An attraction, much like how their bodies were attractive to magnetic pulses. It was irresistible. An error in his processors that he couldn't fix.
Orion's lips were..soft. Incredibly so. Like the special rags Soundwave kept in his quarters to clean his screen, along with routine maintenance on Laserbeak. That's exactly what it was, Soundwave thought. A special feeling. One that wasn't experienced often by others. He was curious for more, and felt himself enjoying it as the feeling progressed.
He couldn't reciprocate, at least, not in the same way, but he wanted to try. Maybe it was a feeling he could recreate?
Using his audial sensors, mixed with his visualizer, Soundwave made the screen, alongside most of his helm, put off soft vibrations, which he felt would be a similar sensation for the other.
He was pleasantly surprised when the other made a noise in response. Orion's optics were still closed, Soundwave noted, continuing to use the vibrations on the other's faceplates and lips. It seemed to be doing something positive, which fueled his desire for results. He wondered if he could do the same on other parts of the taller bot's body, as he'd again, seen Knockout and Breakdown engage in such activities.
He moved down from the other's face and instead pressed close into his neck cables, continuing those soft vibrations from before. It had Orion gasping, stumbling back against the console, his hand pressing a few buttons that opened the surveillance feed in the room. Several screens popped up, showing several angles of their current situation. It had Soundwave's attention split, his actions taking the main role, but he had what was essentially multiple pairs of optics on the tall Autobot. Watching his every move. Spotting the tremors, the trembling that his chassis seemed to do when he was so gingerly touched by the intelligence officer. Now these, Soundwave thought, were results.
His "assault" on the other's chassis and various parts continued, pressing his screen to several places just to see what happened. Sometimes, there was no reaction, or little. But when he found the spots that had the best results, he attacked them, as if they were weak points on the Prime. Although, his intentions were far from violent. He found himself drowning in the sounds and noises that echoed in the room, that voice of theirs plaguing his mind and fueling his desire to continue. To push forward and figure out as much as he could about the Autobot leader.
Unfortunately for Soundwave, he was struggling with what was next for their current situation, having to rely purely on circumstantial information, from what he remembered during those few accidental encounters with Knockout and Breakdown.
He was never in the room, no, he was in his office. Watching the feeds, staring off into the starry night sky as his processors went wild with thought. It's only when he saw them together that he stopped, curious when he'd spot them sneaking off somewhere, or acting strangely, with Knockout talking in an odd manner as he grabbed and touched Breakdown, making the larger bot turn different colors, also saying strange things that Soundwave couldn't comprehend. So he'd watch. And on several occasions, he'd caught them interfacing.
As he studied them, simply to find out more about the process, he was surprised by the frequency the two would perform such actions. It was alarming, at least at first, since Soundwave wasn't aware of what the consequences would be for something that strenuous. But it seemed to be thrilling. Exciting. He found himself more and more curious with every sound that came out of Knockout. He wondered if that was the only way for a bot to make such sounds. He was more familiar with the sounds of pain and agony. Anger. Frustration.
Deciding to try something else, Soundwave removed himself from them, standing back slightly as he took in the sight before him, with all his eyes.
Orion Pax, no, Optimus Prime, was in front of him, looking a mess. His facial plates were tinted blue with the rush of energon, most likely caused by Soundwave's actions. His chassis was shaking, along with his legs. His servos were pressed back against the console, still holding down the buttons that brought up the camera feeds. Thankfully, that didn't seem to anything negative on the console itself, or to Soundwave's precious technology.
He took note of all of this, and kept all the information he was gathering from the Prime to himself. Why? He wasn't sure.
He felt almost as if it should be something kept secret. Even from his leader. This was for Soundwave alone.
"..Soundwave?"
Their voice spurred him out of his processors, igniting his spark once again. He pressed close, his servos sliding onto the other's legs and slowly, curiously, traveling upwards. That had the Prime looking nervous again, that rush of energon tinting his faceplates darker. This pleased Soundwave, prompting him to continue.
His digits crawled up the other's long, slender silver appendage, finding purchase on their hip joint. It was another strange feeling, Soundwave thought. The smooth texture against his digits, the soft, sweet noises from the other that filled his audials, even if they were subtle. He could hear everything.
Feeling bold, his other servo was more forceful in its actions, pushing the Prime to the point of him sitting fully upon the console. Panels were being pressed down, showing more things on the screen, but Soundwave tapped into the systems before something went awry. Instead, he pulled up more cameras. More visuals, more feeds. All of which, were in the room the two shared. He had "eyes" everywhere, and in that moment, they were all fixated on Optimus Prime.
They didn't expect to be moved in such a way, and looked at Soundwave with that idiotic expression again, which had his processors whirring.
Acting on impulses once again, his servos trailed the other's chassis with curious intentions, the officer getting even more than he expected as he grew closer to certain areas on the larger cybertronian's body. Wherever he was touching, it must be in the right direction, he thought. So he continued, until it landed upon the other's codpiece. He raised his helm up at the other to scan for a reaction, wondering if he should continue. Everything sounded right, he thought. But was this how things were supposed to look and feel?
Orion's vents had opened, Soundwave noted, spotting the several locations that were previously closed were now open, seeming to be helping the Prime regulate his temperature.
He also was met with that familiar sight of energon coloring their face a shade of blue. But this was much more aggressive of an influx, he thought. It was much darker than before, and the archivist had seemed to cover his mouth, most likely out of embarrassment. More, Soundwave demanded, he needed to know more.
His expressionless visualizer stared at the larger bot, until a soft, slow tilt of his helm showed a different demeanor. As if he was asking them something. Although, he didn't know what that would be.
Whatever he asked them, it seemed to be answered by Orion, as he leaned back further on his hands, and where Soundwave had been touching seemed to change. Open, actually.
His digits had been grazing against the other's codpiece before, but now, that had seemed to open, revealing something soft and unfamiliar to the intelligence officer's sensors. It was similar to what he had seen Knockout with, he thought. What did the doctor call it? A...valve? This was for means of reproduction, wasn't it? Was that what they were doing? Trying to reproduce?
He'd do more research on cybertronian reproduction later. For now, he had something new to study.
His digits slowly began to explore the new territory, taking mental notes with every sound or movement the other made. From what he gathered, there was a particular spot that was incredibly pleasurable, both inside and out. It was all so fascinating, making Soundwave feel compelled to know more, to log every moment in his processors for later use.
Orion reacted positively to it all, his optics tight initially as he felt Soundwave's digits graze the sensitive node above his valve, the feeling of those curious touching continuing inside them as well. A sudden brush against something deep within them had the Prime gasping, his breath hitching and vents exhaling rolling steam from his smokestacks. This excited Soundwave, in many ways.
He slid multiple digits inside the other, without much warning, which seemed to be a bad idea. Orion's face changed, and his noises didn't sound pleased. These were pained, Soundwave thought. He stopped, and stared at them, his visualizer showing a looping circle, which meant the other was processing. Deeply. The other seemed confused, and was about to try and reach out to him, but instead felt a digit slowly slipping inside them again. It dragged out a soft moan from the Prime, which fired that spark Soundwave felt before. This was better, he thought. He was doing it right this time.
Slowly but surely, he was able to repeat the process until he had three inside them, flexing the digits and stretching the soft synthetic flesh. He was soaking in every moan and whine from the Prime, his digits doing work to pleasure the larger bot with what little information he had about the action. It seemed to be working well, he thought, logging more data as he watched Orion's face change, pleased with how many different expressions he could make the other present, from desperation to pleasure, pain and optimism, all of it. He was in control. He knew just what buttons to press.
Before long, he sent them into what he remembered hearing the good doctor call an "overload." It was exhilarating, he thought, watching as their body trembled and shook, practically convulsing with how intense it was. Their voice was loud again, he noted, but much more than before. It was akin to a scream, he thought. But instead of them having lost a limb, or even seeing a loved one perish, he had them screaming with pleasure. He needed more.
He knew what the next step was at least, Soundwave hummed, searching through his memory banks once again to a previous recording of the doctor and his assistant. He studied it silently as his visualizer stared at Orion, watching as the other recovered from such an intense feeling.
"Soundwave..?"
Their voice spurred him from his memories, deciding he had enough information as he brought himself back to the reality of their situation.
He slid up to them again, another surprised sound coming from the Prime as he pressed their faceplates together once more, those soft vibrations returning as he felt their lips touch his screen.
As he did this, he opened his own privacy panels and codpiece, his spike protruding outwards adrip with transfluids. He'd remembered to be gentler, like before, and slid it slowly within them as he'd done with his digits. It felt strange, just as everything else had, but unlike most other actions this was directly affecting Soundwave himself. At least, in a physical manner.
His spike felt hot and warm, squeezed tightly by the inner walls of the Prime's valve, making himself hiss in response. It was one of the only sounds he had made in their entire encounter, besides a few hums in thought. It seemed to have surprised both of them, Orion having pulled back from their "kiss" to look at him, their optics wide, bright blue with lustful feelings, just like his faceplates. Soundwave didn't know how to respond, and instead captured their lips in another one of their odd kisses, his servo sliding under their leg until he could get a grip, slowly pushing it upwards into a seemingly comfortable position for both of them. Since there was no protest in the action, he continued what he was doing previously, sliding his spike further within them until he felt it hit something deep, stopping it from going deeper. This had Orion moaning into Soundwave's screen, his breath hot against it, fogging the Decepticon's vision.
He didn't seem to mind though. He was much more focused on the task at hand, his many visual feeds in the room making up for his now foggy view of the room. He had other ways to see them.
Soundwave felt as if this was a good sign to continue, so he followed the movements he had seen through his visualizer, and slowly dragged his spike out of them, before thrusting it deep back inside. This seemed to be a good place to start, he thought, watching as their face changed again, that embarrassed but pleased expression brightening the Prime's faceplates. He could stare at it for cycles. Quartexes.
He increased the pace after a few more long, drug out thrusts, and tried doing it harder. Faster. Although, he wasn't going to take it to the extent he'd seen the pair of medics do. He'd be gentle. It's what the Prime seemed to like.
As he started thrusting faster, harder into the other, he felt them pulling away again, their vents exhaling rapidly with steam that could've scalded flesh. He looked dizzy, Soundwave noted, the blue complimenting his face and optics, only solidifying this pretty picture he'd kept of them in his processors. He kept going despite this, his spike hitting deep within their walls, making Orion cry out in pained pleasure, as he'd done many times before. But this time, they said his name.
"Soundwave!"
That drove him wild. His servos clenched around the other's thigh and hip joint, pressing into him again for another kiss as he amped up the pace to what he felt they could handle.
It only ripped more and more of those deliciously sweet sounds from their throat, his name oozing out of their voice modulator with every harsh, deep thrust inside.
Soundwave felt like he was going mad. He needed to hear it again. Again and again and-
"Soundwave..!"
That...he thought, wasn't Orion.
"Soundwave!"
The voice ringing in his audials, was Megatron's.
This fantasy of his fell apart in front of him, falling all around the Decepticon like shards of glass, the noise they made as they hit the floor temporarily shorting out the intelligence officer's audials. He slid to his knees and stared at the shards around him, picking one up into his servo, catching a glimpse of the Prime's face before it all fell into the blackness.
When he came back to reality, he was standing in the throne room, facing out into the night sky past the Nemesis' viewport. He was being addressed by Megatron, who was sitting in his throne.
"Soundwave. Are you listening?"
"Always." Was what he wanted to say, but for once, that wasn't true. How could he let himself get lost in such a...whatever it was. A dream? A memory his processors decided to create out of his own curiosities? Or was that what truly happened..? For some strange reason, he couldn't remember. It wasn't showing up in his logs either. Did he..?
Tuning himself to the proper frequencies, Soundwave tapped into the Autobot's private communication channel, specifically the one used by Optimus Prime himself.
"Ratchet, be honest with me."
"I am, Prime! I don't know how it happened, and you sure as slag don't either, but you're sparked!"
"Soundwave!" The voice of his commander and lord had Soundwave quickly at attention once again, his audials flicking with interest before he turned to the Decepticon leader. "What is going on with you? Something scrambling your processors?"
He was quick to shake his head, his visualizer focused on the mech before him.
"Well whatever you're doing isn't as important as my energon production. I need you to..." His voice trailed off as Soundwave tuned back into the conversation the Autobot medic and leader were having.
"...are you positive, Prime? If that's true, that's just another crime to add to the seemingly endless list!"
"It is not a crime if it was consensual, Ratchet."
"But was it? You can't even remember who it was! You're guessing!"
"I...have faint memories. They may not be as strong as they were before, but there was one bot who treated me kindly upon the Nemesis. And it wasn't Megatron."
"...and I need whatever information you have on Starscream. I'll drag that winged buffoon back here myself if I have to."
Soundwave nodded to his demands, bowing to his Lord before turning to walk away, exiting the throne room out into the hall. He stood there silently for a moment, his processors whirring as he brought what he believed to be a fantasy, into his reality. He did interface with Optimus Prime, while he believed he was Orion Pax, and from what he heard on the Autobot comms, they'd be looking forward to a sparkling within the near future.
More, Soundwave thought, walking down the hall as he released Laserbeak out into the skies, his stride quiet and contemplative. He needed more from them.