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Advent Adventures - Day 20, 21, 22, 23
Prompted by Dell
Notes: Same verse as “Learning Curve”
Rated: PG
Day 20
Soundwave knocked hesitantly against Blaster’s door, fighting the urge to twist his hands together while he waited. He chewed on his bottom lip, hoping that the cassette carrier was home.
He liked Blaster. A lot. Soundwave couldn’t really explain it, but when he was around the other mech his spark spun faster within his chest and it took very little for his vents to become rapid. For his systems to become overheated.
It scared him as much as it excited him.
The door was opened and Blaster gave him a warm grin. He beckoned Soundwave in, closing the door behind him, and motioned to the couch. Laughing as the klick the navy mech sat down he was covered with excited cassettes. Barely visible under the crush of six extra frames, but clearly audible with his cries of delight at having them with him.
“Soundwave: Has missed you all!”
Blaster quietly left the main room, leaving them for some much needed private bonding time. Only coming back in when it was nearly time for Soundwave to leave and return to Bluestreak. Watching as the cassettes stayed pressed as close as possible to their former carrier, trying to share spark energy through armor plates as best they could because it was better than nothing and they all needed the exchange.
He gave a soft smile to the red mech. “Soundwave: Wants to thank Blaster. Time here: Wonderful.”
“No problem mech. I’m just glad I can help you and your bits out. Being a carrier with no cassettes ain't easy, you’re doing a bang up job Soundwave.” Blaster reached out and clasped his shoulder for a moment before moving to let go. Soundwave reached up and grabbed his hand, pressing it back against his shoulder plating.
“Soundwave: Thanks Blaster.”
The modulation that Soundwave used was emphatic. His earnest expression was fully directed at Blaster and for a moment the red mech wasn’t sure how to answer. The intonation made it very clear to him that Soundwave was thanking him for more than just letting him come over to spend time with his cassettes. Whether it was intentional or not, or even something Soundwave was aware of, Blaster didn’t know.
He squeezed Soundwave’s shoulder. “You’re welcome mech.”
It seemed to satisfy him, for Blaster found himself released and Soundwave very reluctantly drew himself away from his cassettes much to their dismay. Tears forming in his optics as their cries for him grew stronger and he forced himself away and to the door. Not even stopping to say good bye as he nearly ran from the room.
Blaster couldn’t blame him. It was hard enough for him to watch them separate, and dealing with six distraught cassettes that weren’t his? That was one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do.
With a shake of his helm he sat down and gathered the smaller frames to him. His own cassettes popping out to curl around their once enemy framekin. Sharing and connecting with them in whatever way they could, Blaster all the while again resolving to find a way to get them back in Soundwave’s care.
Bluestreak/Soundwave-Treats.
Prompted by Dell
Save verse as “Learning Curve” and “Spin”
Rated: T
Day 21
“Come on Soundwave, we’ve been over this. You aren’t allowed to have any cassettes yet. I promise you that as soon as Ratchet clears you, you’ll get your cassettes.”
Soundwave’s expression was mutinous. It was a dark and mature expression that Bluestreak couldn’t deny sent shivers of fear down his backstrut. Even though he knew that the navy mech’s telepathy had been blocked, Soundwave was still larger than him by a substantial amount. There was still a danger in contradicting him, even though his mental processes were significantly reduced.
The rec room was quiet. Those who hadn’t left when Soundwave and Bluestreak had come in were filtering out quickly. None of them interested in being caught in an argument between the two even though they knew the same things Bluestreak did.
“Soundwave: Spark hurts. Soundwave: Needs the presence of cassettes to balance out extra spark energy.”
Bluestreak knew that. He knew that sometimes Soundwave couldn’t move because the pain in his spark was so strong. He’d told Ratchet. More than once. He’d petitioned the Prime for immediate reintroduction of at least one cassette. For whatever reason, it had been put in the non-emergency file and he was stuck in the mire of red tape that surrounded bureaucracy.
Ratchet had assured him that there wasn’t any damage, and at least for a while there was no danger of lasting damage. He’d twisted his mouth into a grimace and told Bluestreak that, for now, Soundwave would have to buck up and endure it.
It made Bluestreak mad. They were looking at the mech’s outside and conveniently forgetting that inside, Soundwave had been reduced to the capacity of a sparkling.
A child.
And yet they denied him something as basic as a painless existence. A preventable painless existence.
Soundwave was seated on one of the couches. His hands were fisted on his thighs and pain flashed across his face before his expression turned imploring.
“Please... Soundwave: Will be good. Soundwave: Will comply with all Bluestreak wishes of him.”
There was such unrestrained emotion in his voice that it broke Bluestreak’s spark. He sat himself down next to Soundwave and gathered the mech as best he could in his arms. Feeling the other mech’s vents hitch in a sob as he buried his helm into Bluestreak’s neck and altmode kibble.
“Soundwave: Promises to be good! Soundwave: Promises! Please...”
Bluestreak rocked Soundwave as best he was able. “I sorry Soundwave, I truly am sorry.”
He stroked a hand over the back of the blue helm. Red Alert pinged his comm and for a klick he was tempted to just ignore it. He sent a dirty look toward where he knew one of the cameras was before answering.
::Yes?::
::I just wanted to let you know that Blaster is on his way::
A vent, but he sent back acknowledgement. Still stroking Soundwave’s helm softly and rocking them both back and forth, trying to ease his charge’s, his sparkling’s pain. The feeling of protectiveness washing over him in waves at the realization. Soundwave was no more a former enemy commander than he was the Prime. Soundwave was here in his care as a sparkling, and Bluestreak would be dammed if he let anything happen to the mech that had taken root in his spark.
Blaster sent a courtesy ping as he walked in. Moving over to the couch and looking at them both with a sorrowful expression that he was quick to hide. Stroking a hand down Soundwave’s back and calling softly to him.
“Hey mech. I brought you someone I thought you might want to see.”
Soundwave clutched Bluestreak tighter before letting go. Settling himself again on the couch with hands fisted over his thighs, tear tracks visible over his exposed face but a hopeful expression there as well.
A smile, then Blaster popped his deck door and ejected a blue cassette. The small form quickly unfolded into Frenzy’s minimech frame and he nearly fell to the floor in his haste to get to Soundwave. Both of them cuddling together in the corner of the couch, already lost in their own little world.
Bluestreak pulled the red mech aside, careful to keep them both in view of Soundwave without being in immediate audial range.
“I need help Blaster. I can’t get any of them to listen to me when I talk about Soundwave getting any of his cassettes back.” He rubbed a hand over his helm. “They still are looking at him like an enemy and I can’t...”
Blaster kept quiet, letting Bluestreak gather his thoughts.
“He might look like the mech we fought against, but that is the only thing that this Soundwave and that one have in common. This one hurts Blaster. He desperately wants affirmation and love and not having his cassettes is killing him. I’ve seen him curled up in pain, crying in his berth at night. It isn’t RIGHT.” His fists were clenched so hard the joints of his fingers creake
“I know mech. Frag, the only reason he ain't comatose right now is because I’ve been letting him sit with his bits when he comes over. I don’t know what is going on in Prime’s processor, but I don’t like it one bit.”
They stood silently, just watching Soundwave for a moment.
Frenzy was hanging off his neck cables, laughing as fingers tickled his seams. His tiny pedes kicking out as he tried to stay plastered to Soundwave and keep out of the way of the wriggling fingers at the same time.
“He doesn’t deserve this Blaster, and it makes me wonder about how the others are being treated as well.”
“I’ll see what I can do for him Blue. Till then we’ll just have to keep doin’ what we’re doin’ and hope it’ll be enough.”
They moved back over and sat down. Both watching the carefree smile that Soundwave wore and hoping that everything would work out, for his sake.
Jazz/Prowl/Thundercracker - Tease
Prompted by Dell
Rated: T
Day 22
“Ah’m tellin’ yah Prowler. He’s showin’ off for yah.”
“Please Jazz. I’m not sure why Thundercracker would show off, especially on the battlefield.”
Jazz shrugged. “Ah dunno, but it was aimed at you.”
Prowl sighed, rubbing his chevron.
Perhaps he should get Wheeljack to develop a firewall for Seeker breeding season. If Thundercracker was this far along it was safe to say that they’d have a bunch of amorous flyers on their hands soon.
And he so did not need a jealous Jazz lurking behind him while Thundercracker tried to tease his plating off.
All Cassettes - while the decks are away, the bitty ones will play
Prompted by NK!!!
Rated NC17
Day 23
Rewind crossed his arms over his chest. “We had to wait for him to go out, don’t be so dramatic. At best you’ve been waiting here a couple of breems.”
Ramhorn snorted. “Yeah, unlike you all, we can’t just leave when we feel like it.”
“Puhlease! You think that we have an easy time getting out?” Rumble looked at them disbelievingly. “Hello! Telepathic carrier.”
Ravage stretched her long body, forelegs to tail, before joining in the conversation. “Whatever. We’re all here and I’m assuming that no one wants to be caught or damaged?”
Nods came from all around.
“Then I suggest we either get on with this, or part ways. I have no desire to be caught rolicking in the dirt like an organic in heat.”
“Frag you Kitten,” Steeljaw said, looking at her, “Don’t deny that you aren’t here for the same reasons we are.”
She flicked her tail against his side. Giving him a sidelong look before hiking her aft up in the air and chest to the ground. “Fine then. Make it worth my time and I’ll see if I can’t make it worth yours.”
Steeljaw growled low in his chest, the rumble running through all of them and sending shivers starting through everyone. Flaring out his mane and armor plates in a dominating display as he pressed his nose to her neck, then side, then finally right below the base of her tail. Letting out a throaty roar before heaving himself up and onto her back. Teeth fastening gently into the seams on the back of her neck and Ravage herself yowling as they came together.
The others had been watching, vents shallow, until Ravage yowled. The noise breaking the spell that had been cast and suddenly there was a flurry of movement as bodies threw themselves at each other.
Somehow Laserbeak ended up on top of Ramhorn, frantically thrusting her spike into his valve along with Rumble. Ramhorn bellowing as he clenched his calipers over the both of them, head bobbing up and down in time with the thrusts.
Rewind had his hands wrapped around Buzzsaw’s body, pinning his wings to his frame, and was holding the bird up. Pulling the flight frame back and onto h.is spike at the same time as he thrust forward. The tiny clawed feet cycling in midair as Buzzsaw squawked and chirped his pleasure.
Frenzy... Frenzy was on his back in the sand. Hands clutching at nothing as Eject rode him so hard that he scooted across the sand. Ratbat squirming from his place on Eject’s spike as they moved, trying to keep the rhythm and failing. Eject holding him in place while he thrust up into the purple flyer, then impaled himself downward onto Frenzy. Moaning and gasping the whole time through as he whispered dirty fantasies into Ratbat’s audials.
Exactly how long it went on, no one knew. Only that finally someone from the pile of warm and sated metal made mention of the time and suddenly everyone was a flurry of motion. Each helping each other buff out the many paint streaks and popping out dents. Finally speeding away, each trying to come up with a plausible excuse for being gone so long.
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“Query: Where is Frenzy and why is Autobot Eject with you?”
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“Frenzy?! What are you doing here? AND WHERE’S EJECT!”
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Frenzy. Lol. That made me laugh as well. XD