kinkfest | Subliminal (Transformers, Starscream/Soundwave, NC-17) (Reply)

Title: Subliminal
Author: Apathy
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Bondage, dubcon ~~but it's Starscream, so it's probably consensual on some level~~, bad science, bad dirty talk.
Word count: 1682.
Prompt: Starscream/Soundwave: dirty talk - I want to kiss you but I want it too much/I want to taste you, but your lips are venomous poison.
Summary: Two Decepticons who hate each other decide to open up a business together! What ever could possibly go wrong?

A/N: This was for the 9th, whoops. Whether or not it actually follows the prompt has yet to be determined -- not very dirty talkish, sadly. Extremely vague crossover (but it's canonical, so whatever).

'Are you really sure all this is necessary?'

Soundwave doesn't look up from his painstakingly careful inspection of the sound system. 'Operation: Soundcheck: essential.'

'Yes, yes, yes, I understand all that. We have to make sure the flesh creatures are properly controlled, blah, blah, blah, whatever.' Soundwave can hear Starscream's dismissive handwave, the harsh movement of air combining with aeons of putting up with Starscream's temperamental nature to give him a perfect indication of the Air Commander's actions.

Soundwave waits patiently for Starscream to get to the point, adjusting a speaker so that it sits just so.

'What I mean is, you already know that the speakers work. You should be focusing on testing the range and strength and longevity of the ultrasound's effects, rather than slagging around with the speakers' sound quality! Who cares what the music sounds like?'

He stiffens for a brief moment, but doesn't turn away from his work. His vocal modulation succeeds in keeping most of the scandalised tone from his voice. 'Starscream: heathen.'

'Oh, that's right -- I forgot who I was dealing with. Who cares if we all die, as long as we sound good doing it?' Starscream huffs disgustedly. 'This is what happens when you put a slagging jukebox in a command position.'

That gives him pause. He can hear Starscream's little snort of triumph behind him.

Slowly, deliberately, Soundwave clicks the last console component into place, sliding the panel closed before straightening up to his full height and turning around to face the sneering Seeker.

'Oh, did I hurt poor widdle Soundwave's feelings? So sorry, but may I remind you that we're in the middle of a slagging war?'

'Starscream: correct, for once.' He watches in amusement as a range of emotions -- surprise, satisfaction, triumph -- parade their carefree way across the Air Commander's laughably readable face. 'Ultrasound: requires further testing.'

A quick flick of an internal dial, and the frequency increases to that which he believes would work best on Cybertronian life-forms.

'What the -- aaaargh!'

Starscream staggers, fighting it all the way, and Soundwave takes the opportunity to fine-tune the frequency, until Starscream dangles limply from his strings. Such a lovely puppet.

He doesn't shut off Starscream's command of his vocaliser, though.

He likes it when they scream.

'You fragging -- ! You're supposed to be hypnotising the stupid flesh creatures, not me! I am your superior officer! Release me this instant!'

Starscream backs towards the wall, hands raised in supplication. Soundwave can feel the moment when Starscream realises that the movement is not his own, and the panic becomes almost tangible, a charge in the air hanging between them.

There is a clang as Starscream hits the console, and his optics widen as he climbs up on top of it against his own will, back flush against the wall of speakers.

'I'm not taking responsibility when Megatron discovers that we were defeated by the squishies because you're a Primus-damned lunatic pervert, Soundwave!'

So predictable. It's almost enough to make him smile.

Starscream rains imprecations down on him from above. In response, Soundwave remains as outwardly impassive as ever. Inwardly, however, he relishes each spat curse, each threat upon his life, recording all of it for later enjoyment.

The tirade comes to an abrupt halt as Starscream notices the chains that Soundwave is looping around his ankles.

'What?! I'm already immobilised, you fool! Have you lost what little processing power you were created with?'

The verbalisation isn't necessary, but oh, it's so fun. 'Bind yourself.'

Starscream gapes at him, mouth hanging open like the Gates of Lanocon, but bends to pull the chains tight around his lower legs, snapping an excessive number of both padlocks and insults into place before straightening back up.

Soundwave takes a moment to unfurl a cord from his side, plugging it into the console, before stepping up onto the console himself. There, he repeats the chaining process for Starscream's arms, which the Seeker is oh-so-helpfully holding above his head, before leaning back a little to admire his handiwork.

He can feel the Seeker's mind struggling, trying to exert even just the tiniest bit of control over his recalcitrant body, but to no avail. Starscream instead channels his energy into what he can control: his face, and his voice. His expression contorts as he tries different methods of winning his freedom, lovely demonstrations of outrage and hatred, of attempted charm and unwitting pleasure.

'Well, what now, Soundwave?' Starscream hisses. 'You going to do anything, or are you just going to perv me to death?' The tiniest hint of a smirk, a minuscule shift of the faceplates as he switches tactics. 'Not that I can blame you for wanting to look, but this place is going to be swarming with fleshbags by nightfall.'

'Ultrasound: very thoroughly tested on humans. Likelihood of them noticing you: zero.'

'Oh, how reassuring.'

Soundwave moves in close, one hand on Starscream's waist, the other cupping his chin, tilting his head in different directions so that he can admire it from all angles. Starscream may be a treacherous waste of space who could stand to be demoted a few ranks -- and disposed of all together if Megatron ever finds someone with comparable air skills -- but Soundwave can appreciate his better qualities, superficial though they may be.

And he's always wanted to hear what that voice sounds like screaming his name.

He trails his left hand down, down, down, from face to neck to shoulder to cockpit, taking the scenic route. Each hitch of Starscream's vocaliser betrays the Seeker's inner torment, inability to react physically translating into vocal reactions instead. Soundwave replays the exquisite noise over and over within his processor, making adjustments and filtering out background noise until it reaches perfection.

When it starts sounding like Starscream is on the brink of actually getting somewhere, Soundwave stills his touch -- oh, that delicious whimper! -- and reaches back to his own torso, gently stroking the "play" button. The movement is not required -- he can operate his deck with a thought -- but the mind-sensation of Starscream straining towards him makes it more than worthwhile.

He depresses the button, and the Dancitron's speakers shudder to life, letting loose the local flesh creatures' current favourite song in a solid wall of sound. It's a favourite of Soundwave's, too -- not for the music itself, which, quite frankly, is slag, but for the beautiful subliminals dancing just beneath the surface. Somebody obviously put a lot of effort into creating them, and it amuses him to use this song, here and now, for this purpose.

And people say he doesn't have a sense of humour.

Starscream, for his part, does not seem to find the situation overly funny.

'GAAAAAAH! I hate this slagging song!'

Soundwave turns up the volume.

'What are you -- stop it!' Starscream shakes, and Soundwave turns it up a little further. Loud, but not lethal.

For awhile, anyway.

'Accursed wretch! When Megatron hears about this, he'll have your slagged-up overclocked processor on a plutonium platter!'

'Starscream: coward.'

'Oh, yeah? Your creator!'

'Will not tell Megatron he was Soundwave's bitch.' Soundwave runs his fingertips over the juddering wings.

'Then I'll just have to remove your stupid monotone head mysel -- aaaaagh!' His whole body twitches. 'Listen: you and I, we'll take over the Decepticons together! We'll overthrow Megatron, and rule side by side! We'll be unstoppable! We can pull it off, if you'll just let me the frag down!'

Needs more bass, definitely. Soundwave adjusts the level with meticulous precision, until the Air Commander's shrieks are at just the right pitch and volume, entire body humming.

'Slag it! Slag! -- nnnn -- Slag! -- ah -- Slag you, you slagging slagger! AAAAAHH!'

Starscream throws his head back, neck cabling exposed, optics flaring. Soundwave cuts off the ultrasound control, and Starscream writhes uncontrollably in his chains, struggling to get closer to Soundwave, closer to the vibrations, closer to anything. Soundwave, being the caring and considerate mech he is, holds himself just out of reach.

'Primus oh Primus oh Primus please -- '

Soundwave purrs. 'Say it.'

'I... I... frag you....'

'Say. It.'

'Soundwaaaa -- '

And he cranks the volume, and holds onto Starscream tightly as his entire being vibrates, and that voice, that lovely voice screams, in his audials and in his head --

Soundwave regains his senses half a klik later, to be greeted by another scream from the Air Commander. Or possibly still the same one. Starscream's expression is glazed, higher functions obviously off elsewhere, body still rattling to the beat. Tempting as it is to leave him there to die a slow and wonderfully noisy death, both for his own enjoyment and the good of the Decepticons... orders are orders. He and Starscream are to open the Dancitron tonight.

After a few more long moments admiring the view, he cuts the sound and sets to work on the padlocks. Once the chains are out of the way, he lowers Starscream carefully to the floor, more for the afterechoes of vibration that still thrill through the Seeker's fuselage than out of any concern for his fellow Decepticon.

Leaving Starscream sprawled semi-conscious on the floor, Soundwave goes over to the console, unplugging himself and checking his equipment. There's a lot that needs to be done if it's going to be in perfect operating order by the time the club opens, and so he sets to work.

So engrossed is he in the task that the sudden burning, numbing sensation that spreads from his back comes as a surprise... although really, he should have guessed.

As he falls, he twists against the console, and sees the inevitable: Starscream, still on the floor, supporting himself on one arm while the other keeps its null ray trained on his enemy.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Starscream drags his trembling body over to where Soundwave lies paralysed. He hauls himself on top of Soundwave with some difficulty, and taps him on the front of his deck with the end of a null ray, smiling viciously.

'Whaddya know? Payback is a bitch.'