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Title: Pitch shift
Author: V, the Happy Lurker
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some characterizations are a blend of comic canon and the cartoon.
Word count: 437
Prompt: Transformers (G1): Starscream/Soundwave; dirty talk/voice fetish: ‘Starscream asked time and time again if he could get out of going to strategy meetings, but, truthfully, he suspected Megatron enjoyed watching the effect Soundwave had on him.’

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“Decepticons! Report to the command center immediately!”

It was that time again. Reluctantly, Starscream put the human prisoner he’d been experimenting on back in its cage and strolled leisurely down the hall. He might despise having attend these strategy meetings, but he’d be damned if he let Megatron see him ‘shirking’ his duty. Not that he hadn’t asked time and again if he could send Thundercracker in his place, but their /glorious/ leader was having none of it. Megatron was adamant in having his second-in-command present at all strategy meetings, placating the Seeker with some rare compliments about how Starscream’s ‘insightful cunning’ was so vital to the Decepticons future victories. But, truthfully, he suspected the reason Megatron insisted upon having him attend was that he enjoyed watching the effect Soundwave had on him.

It would explain why the communications officer was always positioned so he’d be standing right behind Starscream’s chair while he gave the status reports and went over, in painful detail, every portion of their latest plans for conquest. No doubt Megatron had also given an order for Soundwave to be as close to him as possible, in order to maximize the amount of half-hidden squirming he could get out of Starscream. And, ever the loyal overachiever, Soundwave seemed to make it a point to almost be touching one of his wings whenever dictating lengthy bits of the Master Plan of the Week.

Naturally, the others assumed that Starscream’s discomfort was because of the rumor that Soundwave was a slagging mind reader. Of course Starscream knew this for /fact/, but that wasn’t the only reason the proud Seeker was left flustered and hot after every meeting.

It was Soundwave’s voice that made him a whimpering, writhing, frustrated mess. Most found it to be creepy and dull, like having a blunted drill pressed slooooooooowly into their cranial cavity. It was a sentiment that Starscream had shared…until he’d gotten a rather humiliating yet satisfying taste of what was possible with the proper application of subsonic frequencies against the ultra sensitive plating of a wing.

It had started out as simply another expression of the power struggles that’d always came up between the command staff, with Soundwave gleefully putting Starscream in his place with every hissed note, every thrum of dissonance, each little harmonic caress. And then, /somehow/, Megatron had found out what was going on. And ever since, Starscream had been forced to endure the degradation of being painstakingly brought to the very edge of overload in front of practically the whole damn army.

Its all worth it thought the very next chance he gets Soundwave alone.

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[A/N: Apologies for lateness (again!). TV Tropes is...distracting... ^^;;]