Life as a Vehicon isn't easy, you have to risk your life everyday for people who don't even appreciate it, risk not coming 'home' to see your friends and family, or what's left of them since Vehicons die just as quickly as they are made. But one of Steve's worst fears on the Nemesis is going to the doctor. The Decepticon medic is a proud being, sure he's the best at his job but he has such a temper, especially if his finish is ruined. If he ever found out that you did something to it you better hope he doesn't find you, if he does well you better pray to Primus that you're reincarnated as anything but a Vehicon, or that you die quickly. But other than that he was one sexy mech, have you seen his aft? If you haven't then you're missing out.

Unfortunately today isn't Steve's lucky day.

He groans softly as he lies on the medic berth, his body aching in several places, he has just come from a battle with the Autobots, though he noticed something strange with them. He flinches hearing the medbay doors open, seeing a figure of red walk in, he feels his spark pulse faster in fear seeing him.

"Oh. . .you again." He says distastefully.

He doesn't seem to be in a good mood today.

"Why are you always in here? Don't you know how to take care of yourself by now?"

It isn't like he would get hurt on purpose, has he even seen the size difference between him and them? He's barely taller than Arcee for crying out loud. Knockout attaches a mask to his face, the fumes making him sleepy, at least he isn't mad enough to let him go through the pain of being repaired while conscious.

Thank Primus.

About an hour later Steve wakes up drowsily, his processor swimming and his body light, he tries to move but realizes he can't. He looks down curiously to see his servos and pedes bound by the berth's metal cuffs for patients who were. . .'rowdy'.

"Ah, you're finally awake," a familiar voice says. Knockout steps out of the darkness, the white light glistening off his body and making him look even sexier than he normally is, "I almost thought you weren't going to wake up."

But why did he have to strap him down?

Steve feels nervous under his gaze, he sees a weird glint in his optics and it's making him feel uncomfortable. Knockout walks closer to the bed, his hips swaying a lot more than usual, his spark pulses even more when his servo touches his thigh.

"Even though you keep coming in here with injuries and an absolutely ruined paint job," his talons grazes his skin as he massages his leg, Steve's utterly confused, "you still have a pretty remarkable figure, for a Vehicon that is."

His servos then trail up his leg, making a ghost trail up his stomach before finally stopping at his chest plate, Steve shivers greatly under his touch.

"And I have to say," Knockout then climbs onto the bed, straddling Steve's waist, the poor mech can't process what's going on, what's he doing? "you are one sexy Vehicon."

And that's when Steve blushes hard under his mask.

Knockout, the diva of the Nemesis, thought he's sexy???

His intakes hitche when Knockout licks his neck cables, his glossa slipping into seams and grazing sensitive wires, Steve struggles against the binds, he doesn't necessarily want to be there, well that would be a lie but technically he didn't consent to this. But what can he do? Knockout's his superior and technically they don't care about Vehicons. Knockout then grazes his talons down his chestplate, dipping into seams every now and then, Steve huffs as he starts to lick down his frame, following the trail of his talons until he meets his waist.

"I wonder if you're as exceptional behind this plate as well." Knockout thinks out loud as he taps his crotch plate.

Steve starts to freak out, he's never shown anyone nor has anyone seen down there before so he's majorly embarrassed. Knockout laughs seeing him struggle, he's just about to swipe his tongue against him when his com sounds in his audio receptor. He growls lowly, pressing a button on the side of the table and releasing the poor purple mech who lies limply against the table, panting hard and shuddering slightly. Knockout smirks at him and kisses his cheek.

"You're lucky I have somewhere to be right now, otherwise you wouldn't be able to stand for a week," he steps towards his door and is about to walk out but looks back to him one last time, "see ya later~"

And then the door closes behind him.

Steve never felt so confused in his life.

He quickly gets off the bed, though his legs are very wobbly he ignores them, and hightails his aft out of there. He doesn't know what Knockout's intentions were but he doesn't want to find out when he comes back. Luckily he finds his squadron of Vehicons, ERA-CHARL13 and VEH-J03Y, Charlie and Joey, and goes to work with them, of course they ask how he's doing since he looks a bit queazy. He lies and said it's just the treatment the doctor gave him. Medicinal treatment of course. Eventually they make it to the brig where he and the other two are to work on the computers in there today, they all salute seeing Megatron, Starscream, Dreadwing and Shockwave, running to their respective places afterwards. The higher four are talking about some energon mine Dreadwing discovered and about how the excess can be used for Shockwave's research. Nothing too new.

Like always, time seems to slow down as he works on the computer, his attention only to the one in front of him as the others tack away on theirs. He feels a sudden tap on his shoulder, making him jump suddenly, he slowly turns around to be met with the blue chest of Dreadwing, his red optics looking down on him sharply.

"VEH-ST3V3, I presume?" The smaller mech nods shyly, "come with me." He says as he starts to walk away, he isn't much of a talker.

Steve can tell the others are smirking at him, did he do something wrong? Is he going to get punished?

He quickly walks after Dreadwing with his head low in fear that if he delays he will be in more trouble, if he is. Dreadwing huffs as he waits for the young mech to follow, giving him a snarl before walking off with him in tow. Steve stays quiet as he follows, he has learned from being slapped in the face by Starscream that you must only speak when spoken to, but he's curious to know why he is to follow him. Did he do something? He then realizes he's in the dormitory section of the ship, passing all doors that have to be open with a number code, unless the doors are programmed to open automatically. Why is he in this section? Dreadwing then stops at a particular door and presses the combination to the key pad, the doors hissing open while he steps to the side.

"Inside. Now." He monotones and Steve obliges, the door locking behind him as he steps in.

Inside is a lot larger than any Vehicon room he's seen, plus at least two of them have to share a room, the higher ups get to be alone.

"Sit on the berth." Dreadwing says as he moves to a table.

Steve reluctantly sits on the berth, its really soft and he sinks into the plush sheets. He shifts uncomfortably on it, he's not used to such luxury. Dreadwing then turns around and walks to him, Steve is about to stand but he tells him he doesn't have to.

"No need to stand up," he kneels in front of him though still being taller than him, "you had to visit the doctor after being out in the field right? I'm just making sure that glitch Wheeljack didn't put any tracking devices on you."

He gently places his servos on the sides of his helm and turns it from side to side, examining his helm intently. Steve stands still as he continues, he isn't exactly sure why he feels so uncomfortable there but he doesn't ask in case it upsets him. Dreadwing's servos trail down his chassis, digits dipping into seams and making him shiver.

"Is something wrong?" Dreadwing asks raising an optic ridge and Steve shakes his helm.

He makes a small hum and goes back to what he's doing. His servos then go to his waist, kneading his sides softly, gaining a soft moan from him but he doesn't seem to notice, then his servos go to his back, talons still maliciously dipping into seams. It isn't until his digits brush against the rim of his tires that Steve visibly shudders, making the dark blue mech look at him with another raised optic ridge.

"Oh?" He rotates his tires on purpose, "having fun?"

Steve shakes his head as he rubs and massages his rims, making Steve bite his lip as his own servos clench the sheets below him, Dreadwing glances at him again, an evil glare in his optics.

"Hmm, you seem to be lying," he leans forward to him, his faceplate getting closer to his neck, "I don't particularly like liars y'know."

He licks his neck as a hand kneads his hip while the other rubs his rims rougher, Steve moans a little harder as his legs tremble. Why oh why oh why is he doing this? Dreadwing bites on a particular part on his neck and he accidentally moans loudly, slapping his servo over his mouth as Dreadwing stops suddenly, he growls slightly as he brings a digit to his audio receptor. Dreadwing then looks to him and brings his hands to his hips.

"Such timing, just when I found your sweet spot you have to go," Steve shudders hard in his servos as the other smiles wide, "you have to go help Shockwave with some slag with his work, he'll tell you what you have to do, hopefully I'll have you to myself some other time." He says kissing his sweet spot and making him shudder again.

He helps him to stand while his legs wobble some, guiding him him to the door and telling him to visit his berthroom anytime with smack on his aft, which makes the smaller bot squeak in surprise. Steve quickly walks down the hall, rounding the corner and pressing his back against the wall as he clutches his chest plate, his spark's beating rapidly in his chest, breathing hard and his legs still wobbling. He doesn't know what would've happen if they weren't interrupted, and honestly he doesn't want to, all he does know that something strange is going on.

After catching his breath he starts his trek to Shockwave's lab, taking an elevator to the lower reaches of the ship, as he continues he starts to wonder why the two mechs were acting that way. They've never so much as looked his way before and now they wanted to touch him all over? The frag? He knocks on the scientist's door, receiving a low 'one moment' in return, he waits for a bit before the doors open, revealing the tall purple bulky body of the scientist bot.

Shockwave.

"You're late." He monotones as he steps aside.

Steve walks in with his head low, hearing the door hiss shut behind him, the room's dark and has several containers of pink energon and the green Synth-En on the tables along with various tools he's never seen before.

"I need you to take care of Predaking while I am gone, there's an important piece of equipment I need to advance in my work and I need to be there for collection," Steve takes a double take from the containers to him, he wants him to do what?? "Predaking is also not feeling well so I need you to make sure he doesn't overheat, he has a fever," Shockwave punches a code in a nearby door and it opens, showing the half sleeping Predacon in his alt form, "I've set the door to open automatically, everything you should need is either in the room or in the lab itself, stay here until I return," Steve is about politely object but Shockwave is already at the lab doors, "if something happens to my Predacon while I'm gone, I will make you suffer." Then he walks out.

Steve feels a shiver run up his spinal strut, one of fear, why is he put with this task? If there's one bot on the whole Nemesis that he fears more than Megatron it's Predaking, he has a nasty temper and often his 'playing' gets most Vehicons severely hurt. He hears a soft whimper and looks into the next room, seeing the dragon shift to his side with a pained grunt, even though he's scared of him it still sort of worries him as to why he's acting like that. He hesitantly walks into the room, keeping his steps light so as to not startle him, Predaking's head shifts slightly as he looks at him, Steve stops just before him and kneels down, making himself small.

Predaking slowly lifts his helm, sniffing the mech with curiosity.

"H-How are you feeling?" Steve asks nervously.

Predaking looks at him before laying back down, shifting to his side once more.

Steve tilts his helm to the side, "did you eat something bad?"

He slowly crawls towards him, Predaking is about to growl at him but watches to see what he would do, there are few mechs on the ship he has to be wary of, Megatron being one of them, but he never really feels any hostility from the smol mech. Steve then touches his gut and immediately retracts his servo with a hiss, he's burning up. Why is he so hot?

"Did you eat something?" He repeats himself and Predaking huffs.

Steve hums in thought as he stands up, maybe there's something in the room that will help, maybe something to cool him down. He wanders around until he finds a large metal tub, it looks big enough to fit him, and a tap and a hose nearby among other things, maybe he can use these to help him. The tub itself is a lot bigger than him and is a bit of a struggle to push, not to mention that infernal screeching sound it made as it's pushed against the floor, Predaking gives him a 'really nigga' face, dragon edition. He apologizes quickly before running to prepare the other stuff.

He runs the water in the tub using the hose, making sure it's nice and cold with some ice he found in the lab, hopefully Shockwave won't mind, Predaking looks at him curiously as he scampers back and forth, taking note on how fit this small mech is considering all the 'heavy lifting' and running he's doing. When he's done Steve huffs in satisfaction, the water is nice and cold, now he just has to get the dragon in.

"P-Predaking do you think you can stand?" He says as he kneels again, Predaking looks between him and the tub, "it's only to cool you down, you should feel better after." Predaking then slowly stands and transforms to his bipedal form, his frame towering over him but his stance is a bit uneven.

"Do you plan on giving me a bath?" He says slightly amused.

"W-Well not entirely, cleansing is not the goal, just to lower your body temperature."

Predaking hums before starting to walk over to the tub, he stumbles and almost falls but Steve catches him just before that happens. He's surprised that the smol mech is actually helping him, even though he knows his weight is crushing. Steve guides Predaking to the tub, helping him in as he hisses sharply but soon relaxing as he sits, a lot of the water overflowing onto the floor, he put too much water in. But the dragon mech doesn't seem to mind. He shivers but purrs in delight feeling himself cool down, he suddenly feels more water being poured on his helm and jolts looking up, Steve found a bucket and poured water from the tub on him.

"S-Sorry. . ." Steve says shamefully.

"I didn't say I wanted you to stop y'know." He smiles a bit.

Steve blushes a bit behind his mask before continuing, hearing the larger mech chuckle. Light chatter exchanges between them for the next hour, sharing a few laughs here and there. Steve's actually enjoying his time with Predaking, his fears of him gone and replaced with a small admiration for him, for the most that he's a fragging awesome dragon. Steve checks his temperature again, he's still steaming, but why? He never got out the tub.

"I think I know why I feel so hot today." Predaking says as he feels good enough go step out the tub by himself, water dripping off his frame.

"You do?" Steve says walking up up to him, "what is it?"

". . .I think I'm in heat. . ."

Steve's optics opens wide, so that's why he wasn't feeling well? But that would mean to get rid of it he would have to. . .

"I need you to help me." Predaking said as he holds his servos gently, pulling him down to sit with him.

Eh?

"I-I don't think I-I can-"

"Please," he looks down at him with soft eyes, "I know I'm asking a lot but please, it won't go away unless you help me. Please, I need your touch."

Steve blushes under his mask, what the frag is going on? So first Dreadwing and Knockout touch him now he's to do the touching? To Predaking?? He just formed a sort of bond with the mech!! He's broken from his thoughts as he feels Predaking nuzzle the palm of his servo, sniffing and kissing it every now and then, he can feel his body heat through his servo. Well Shockwave did say he has to make him feel better, and if he left him that he would have his helm.

"O-Okay," Predaking perks up, "I-I'll help you. J-Just tell me what to do."

"Just touch me."

Steve nods slowly, gently pulling his servo from his grasp. He shyly touches his chest plate, his digits roaming over the broad landscape, Predaking shudders slightly under his touch, purring as he continues, Steve would glance at his face plate every now and then, seeing the mech's yellow optics dim. He then reaches up and does the same to his neck, all the way up to his helm fins, Predaking purrs and shudders hard, his servos gripping his hips which makes Steve gasp. Predaking then leans down and starts to lick his face, then down to his neck, grazing that sweet spot that Dreadwing discovered not too long ago. This time Steve shudders.

While Predaking licks his neck, Steve's hands trail down his back, stroking the base of his wings by accident, he stiffens suddenly then lets out primal growl as he pins Steve suddenly face down. Steve grunts in surprise as his face is driven into the ground, struggling to get out of the mech's hold but he's too weak.

"Sorry," Predaking whispers into his audio receptor, using a servo to hold his together, "but my back and wings are very sensitive," he licks his helm and uses another servo to grip his side, "and I'm really riled now," he grinds his crotch plate into his aft which makes Steve gasp and tremble in fear, "I just need friction now."

He roughly dry humps the mech into the ground, his chin scraping against the floor painfully, his frame's still hot and the transfer between both of their body heats feels rather strange to him. Though the situation is rather awkward to him he starts to feel like his body heat is rushing to his lower region, especially where Predaking's rubbing against him. The dragon mech starts to go faster, whining softly against his back, his grip on his side becoming tighter and a bit painful as his talons scratch him, the heat in Steve's lower region gets more unbearable as well until Predaking makes one finally thrust and roars loudly in ecstasy, Steve feels his body shudder as a wave of pleasure washes over him as well. Predaking collapses on top of him, the sudden euphoria Steve felt is suddenly replaced with concern and panic. He's being crushed. Luckily Predaking shifts to his side, rolling off the smol mech, his arms wrap around him as he nuzzles his neck in his sleep, Steve tries to get out of his hold but again he's too weak, plus whatever that wave was left him tired.

He feels his optics grow heavy as he fights to stay awake, but recharge soon wins as he feels himself drift in the dragon mech's arms.

A while later Steve wakes up on a berth, jumping awake seeing he isn't with Predaking anymore, but he's still in the lab seeing Shockwave working with some tools. He watches silently as the purple mech mixes chemicals with each other and takes notes on their reactions, it's kind of mesmerizing watching him, especially since he doesn't know much about science. He just finds it fascinating.

"How are you feeling?" The purple mech suddenly says as he turns around, Steve flinches and looks down.

". . .I'm functional."

Shockwave hums, he starts to walk towards him, now that he's facing him Steve notices something odd about him but can't really place what.

"What did you do to my Predacon? He out cold." His giant red optic staring down at him.

"N-Nothing," he's thinking the stare is a glare, "I j-just gave him an ice bath at first to lower his body temperature, but after that he told me the real reason he was hot. . ."

"He was in heat?" Steve nods, "I see. So that would explain the lubricant that's leaking down your legs."

Steve looks at him strange then looks down, his optics growing wide, lines of purple liquid ran down his legs in thick streams and the smell is starting to come about. Did all this happen from Predaking humping him?

"What is this?" Steve asks shyly.

Now it's the scientist's turn to look at him strange, "you don't know about lubricant?" Steve shakes his helm, "then that means you've never had an overload before, at least until a few nano cycles ago," Shockwave pulls Steve closer to the end of the bed by his legs, making him squeak in surprise, now he realizes what was strange about him, he has two hands now, "it's perfectly logical to understand, Vehicons were constructed to fight, not reproduce. I'll explain it to you, in fact I'll demonstrate."

Shockwave's servos roam his chest plate, instantly dipping into seams and stroking sensitive wires, Steve moans and trembles underneath him while Shockwave starts to give him what humans call the 'birds and the bees' talk, the Cybertronian version of course. His talons graze over his stomach plating as it raises and falls in heavy intakes, he then moves to his legs, massaging them while smearing the liquid on his metal skin, his intake catches in his throat when he feels his talons mess with the seam just above his crotch plate. He feels that pressure again, warming his body and making him feel 'funny' again. He hears a click and looks down, his spark almost stops.

He opened his crotch plate.

Steve instantly hides himself from the mech's eyes, Shockwave tsk's.

"Remove your servos." He says sternly.

"B-But-"

"It's not like you have something I haven't seen before, plus I have one too so there's nothing to be ashamed of. Now remove your servos."

Steve is fighting the programming in his processor, the one that makes him a mindless robot to follow a superior's command, but eventually it wins. He hesitantly moves his servos, gripping the sides of the berth while revealing a long and stiff cable that's black at the base and fades to purple until the tip is the same color as his paint job and wet port slick and dripping purple lubricant. Steve's intake hitches when Shockwave grabs him suddenly, biting his lip as he strokes him, his hand covering most of his spike but he still has room to move. His servo glides up and down his spike in a fluid motion, Steve bites his bottom lip to hold in his moans, he stops and swirls his thumb over the head a few times before going back to pumping, his frame quivering more and more each second.

Shockwave then uses his other hand to circle the rim of his port, his digit teasing the entrance a bit, all the while smiling inwardly as he stares. It isn't often that he could touch someone like this, besides himself, but even then it was rarer than rare for that chance to happen. But he's glad he's making the smol mech squirm and pant below him, I guess you can say it's filling him with pride. He then pushes a digit inside, feeling his insides ripple around it with a low groan, Steve screams in pleasure as his body convulses, his overload coming quicker than he anticipated. Purple lubricant coats his servo as he pumps him dry, slowly releasing him with a few strings that soon break when his servo gets too far away.

Steve pants as a bright blush coats his face, his internal fans whirring to life, Shockwave walks over to nearby table and gets a rag, cleaning his servos before cleaning Steve's legs.

"That was sooner than anticipated," he says amusingly but his monotone voice makes it hard to tell, "but the result was satisfactory."

He looks to his face and realizes he has fallen into recharge, his intakes slow and soft, he smiles inwardly again as he reaches over and taps the top of his helm with his own in a makeshift kiss since he has no lips. He moves him onto the berth so he would be more comfortable and walks away to another room, why? Well, that's up to your imagination.

~1 hour later~

Steve wakes up groggy once again, his body feeling rather relaxed, he turns his helm and sees Shockwave working again, instantly blushing as he remembers what had happened before. He groans softly as he sits up, standing up from the berth and slowly walking over to the taller mech, Shockwave hears him coming.

"Yes?"

"I-I'm not absolutely certain if w-what happened before w-was done b-by obligation," Steve says as he looks down blushing, "b-but th-thank you Sir..."

Shockwave smiles and puts his hand on his shoulder, "it's alright, and there was no real obligation either. If you want you can visit me or Predaking anytime you wish, I'm sure he'll appreciate it."

Steve can feel the warmth in his words, "thank you sir, and I will." Shockwave nods.

"Now I have nothing for you to do at the moment so you can return to your former duties."

Steve nods and walks out of his lab, not before giving him a small goodbye wave. Steve clutches his stomach as it growls, a painful growl, he feels famished. Now that he thinks about it it's around lunchtime for him and the others, having more pep in his step he heads to the cafeteria. When he gets there the other Vehicons and a few Eradicons are there already, he spots Joey, Charlie and a few others at a table, rushing to them when they beckon for him. They all ask him what happened the whole time he was away, of course he won't tell them, saying it isn't for them to know, but he does say he got to hang out with Predaking, the mech they're all scared of had a soft side?? He could tell that some of them are jealous of him though.

The whole time they're drinking Energon, laughing and telling stories about their day. One bot had to help Soundwave with something and they commented on how creepy he would stare at him sometimes.

It's now almost the end of lunch, most if not all bots have gone now but only Steve stays, staring deeply into the cube of pink Energon, he's thinking back on today again. He couldn't quite place what was happening to the bots, did they catch something? But then again if so the whole ship would be infected. Was it something that only affected the superiors? Maybe, but why and where did it come from? A soft groan interrupts his thoughts, he looks around for the source and sees Starscream with his helm in his servos and several empty Energon cubes on the table. Did he drink all of those? By himself? He sees him mumbling to himself and his frame's shaking violently too. Steve feels a pang in his spark, the bot that he looks up to, and would die for, is crying?

He glances around the cafeteria and sees no one's around, he stands up and slowly walks over to him, hearing his soft sobs clearer.

"Commander?" The silver mech flinches and looks at him with bright red eyes, his face wet and stained, he is crying, "are you alright?"

"The frag do you want?" He hisses, his face a slight blue due to having so much Energon in one sitting.

"You sounded distressed."

"Oh, and you thought you could help me? No one in the fragging ship cares about me so why should you be any different? Slag why are you even here?" Even though he's hissing at him more tears drip down his face and his voice box glitches some.

"I'm just looking out for my commander Sir." He says sitting down opposite him, being mindful to not knock over the glass cubes.

"Tch, as if, I know you fraggers want to kill me, why wouldn't you want too as well?"

"Because I actually respect you."

It was true, of all the mechs that've been in and out of this ship Steve is the only one that actually shows some respect and liking to him and the only one that doesn't want to kill him.

Starscream blushes a bit darker and turns his helm away, "well it doesn't matter if you respect me, I'm still a dead mech walking on this fragging ship." He says as he takes another swig of Energon.

"Commander, I think you've had too much Energon," Steve says as he gently pulls the cube away from him, "excess is bad for your health."

"Ugh frag my health," he hisses as he slams his servo on the table, "I'll just offline sooner and everyone will be happy!"

"Sir I really think you should stop." He says, ignoring the negativity in the silver mech's voice.

"You can't tell me what to do," he stands up, looming over Steve with angry eyes but a blushing face, "I'm your superior, I give the orders around here!"

He moves away from the table and attempts to walk away but his legs are wobbling incredibly.

"Sir?" Steve says, standing up and feeling some concern as he watches the silver mech lean.

"I'm fine! Leave me alone!"

Starscream attempts to walk again but he slips and falls forward, his optics close as he braces himself but instead of hitting his face plate on the cold metal floor he feels his body jerk backwards and him land in someone's arms. He slowly opens his optics, seeing the silver mask of the same Vehicon above him, Steve is holding his body in a dip with his servo holding him up in the small of his back, like one of those cliché poses in human princess movies.

Steve gently puts him back to his pedes, even though being shorter than Starscream he's taking the lead here.

"Sir, I think you should go to your berthroom." He says slightly sternly.

"M-Maybe you're right. . ."

Starscream has more of his weight on him as Steve helps him walk out the room, holding his side firmly. It's a good thing Steve has a mask on otherwise Starscream would see the big aft grin on his lips, dentals showing in their glory. They walk in silence, passing a few Vehicons smirking behind their masks deviously and sending wolf whistles and cat calls to Steve's com link. He ignores them, he doesn't care about them right now, why the frag would he when he has the mech of his dreams in his arms? They approach his berthroom, letting go of his side and facing him.

"Here you are. I'm afraid I have to leave for my rounds, hope you recharge well Sir."

He turns to continue walking down the hall when he feels his servo being held.

"Wait!" Starscream grips his servo firmly, looking down at the floor as he realizes his sudden eagerness, "don't leave just yet, I-I have something for you."

"Are you sure? I wish not to impose."

"It's fine, slaggit! Just come inside already."

He pulls him into his room, closing the door behind them both, the room's the same as Dreadwing's just a bit dimmer.

"Make yourself comfortable," Starscream says as he nervously plays with his digits, his drunk blush becoming darker, "I'll be right back." Then he walks into what he assumes to be the bathroom and closes the door.

Steve smiles as he sits on the berth, shifting uncomfortably again on the plush sheets, he glances around the room idly wondering what Starscream wants to do. Hopefully it won't be like what happened before, with everyone else, but even so, would he resist him or embrace him? Starscream is his idol after all, and technically he wouldn't mind if he (as humans say) 'tapped that'. But that wouldn't be right infront of him, Starscream is still 'buzzed' after all and obviously going through some emotional issues. Wait a minute, is that why he's here, to 'relieve' him of those issues?

"I never really thought that you of all mechs," Steve jumps as his helm whips to where Starscream was, his face free of tears and he seems rather nervous, "would really say such words to me. And be...nice to me as well."

He slowly strides to him, sitting next to him on the silver sheets.

"Well, I haven't been the most outspoken Sir." He rubs the back of his neck.

"Even when I used to punish you for no reason. . ."

"It was fine, I was out of line sometimes and had to be punished."

"I don't really deserve somebot like you to be so nice to me," he then reaches out to him wrapping his thin arms around his neck as he leans forward, "let me reward you, for being so persistent."

Steve stiffens as Starscream kisses the bottom of his mask, where his mouth would've been if it wasn't there, he leans away to try to get away but instead it causes them both to fall back, the silver mech landing on him. Steve internally screams as Starscream starts to kiss all over his face, eyes half lidded as he does so.

"W-Wait, S-Sir," Steve tries to push him off but he refuses, "th-there's no n-need for this-"

"Quiet," he kisses his neck cables to shush him, eliciting a soft moan from Steve, "let me reward you, its the least I could do for putting up with my behavior."

Starscream brings Steve's servos to his hips, delving more into his neck cables as his glossa laps at wires and as his own servos roam his chest plate. Steve doesn't want this, like the other times (well except Predaking, it was on purpose but out of hand), Starscream is buzzed and in distress, he isn't thinking straight. Steve continues to fight against him but it's turning fruitless, his willpower to resist is being drained by his kisses and touches, his hands are now on his back roaming upwards as his grip slips, brushing past the seam where his wings attached to his back. Starscream freezes then shakes violently as a loud moan comes from him, the same as Predaking. He seems to have the same sensitivity as the dragon, do all flyers have this sensitivity? Maybe he should ask Charlie and Joey later.

Starscream blushes even darker, his mouth opened slightly as hot pants leave him, eyes half lidded and full of lust.

"M-My w-wings. . ." he moans, grinding his aft into Steve's crotch, "oh Primus."

Steve continues to massage his back, enjoying the moans he's getting from his commander, this time not having his face plate ground into the floor, which he's grateful for. He feels his spark swell with pride as Starscream's helm rests on his chest plate as he strokes his wings more, his digits dipping into seams and stroking sensitive wires. The silver mech moans loudly as his frame shakes from his administrations, his body racking in Energon intensified pleasure, he pants as Steve massaged his wings more, oral lubricant dripping out the corner of his mouth. He begs through moans for more, kissing his face and neck more to encourage him, Steve's happy to oblige. More stroking and moaning come after, desperate grabbing from Starscream after that and an intense overload at the end.

Starscream passes out on his chest, soundly with a smile on his face, Steve slowly and gently slides him onto the berth so he can get up. He needs to leave, his processor in panic, why did he do that, why did he do that?? Oohh, if anyone finds out what he did, or if Starscream remembers, he's in some serious slag. When a superior does it it's 'fine' but when a Vehicon does it he's dead. He looks in the bathroom and gets a rag, cleaning Starscream's sweet smelling lubricant from his stomach plating, he then goes over to the silver mech and does the same to him. When finished he throws it in the bin, then makes sure there's no evidence of him ever being there, before heading out he glances back at Starscream, smiling to himself seeing recharge so peacefully.

He steps out and closes the door behind him, sighing happily that he got out, when the coast is clear he speed walks away from the door, from the vicinity, in case something happens. He rounds another corner without paying attention and bumps into a large figure, losing his balance and falling on his aft with a grunt. He groans as he rubs his helm, feeling a sharp pain in his back.

"Oops, sorry about that," Steve looks up to see the orange face of Breakdown, the assistant to the medic, he's kneeling down and has a sort of bashful smile on his face plate, "didn't see ya there."

Steve blushes somewhat seeing his bright yellow optic looking at him as the right one was taken in an unfortunate and unforeseen event, he's never really met the blue mech, only seeing him on a glance on occasion but never this close.

"Hey ya with me? I didn't hit ya too hard did I?" He says with some concern, Steve shakes his head and waves his servos defensively, "oh good. Thought I broke something, more of a wrecker than a fixer y'know?" He laughs bitterly, "you're uh Steve right? You gotta go meet Megatron in his chambers now, but I gotta take of you first."

Huh?

He helps him to stand as the young mech tilts his helm in confusion.

"The Lord of Decepticons has specifically requested you, for Primus knows what, you have to look your best. And I'm the one for the job." He smiles proudly.

"Permission to speak?"

"Uh. . .sure. . ?"

"Why has Lord Megatron summoned me?"

"Dunno," he shrugs, "but he asked that you looked 'presentable'," he made air quotes, "not that I mind. Don't like getting dolled up when I know I'm just going to ruin it, anyway enough chit chat. Let's get you to the medbay before we get too delayed huh?"

He suddenly puts his servo in his own and walks off down the hall, the purple mech in tow. Steve's so confused, why does Megatron want him? Unless...he found out...about what everyone did with him...oh no. What if he did? What if he's in trouble? Is he going to kill him? Wait but why would he want him to look presentable? Steve holds his helm with a low groan, his processor's spinning again.

"Eh, you okay?" Breakdown glances back at him as he walks into the medbay, guiding him to the berth, "you don't look so good."

Steve nods his helm as he sits on the berth, helm still swimming a bit. Just in case, Breakdown does a small check up on him, just to make sure, when nothing seems wrong or out of the ordinary, he goes for the buffer.

"I never really thought you guys were so quiet," he says as he walks back to him, "I mean I know you guys don't talk much but slag, it's like you guys are mutes." He laughs playfully.

Steve visibly sighs, their silence isn't that bad...is it?

Breakdown sees how his attitude shifts, "heh, sorry. I tend to speak my processor sometimes, Knockout hates it sometimes," he laughs heartily as he turns the buffer on, it buzzing violently in his servo, "alright, this shouldn't take long, just hold still."

Breakdown starts to buff his chest, his skin becoming shinier and glossy, Steve sighs softly as he gets his finish, the vibrations of the buffer feel good. Breakdown makes small talk as he continues, random stuff mostly, like how much Starscream gets on his nerves, how he loves smashing Bulkhead's face in, and how he loves racing like he said just what's on his processor. He buffs his chest, arms, neck, mask, legs (though Steve felt very awkward) and now he's going to his back.

"You might feel a bit funny here."

He's surprised Breakdown's being gentle with him considering his reputation and rough appearance, Breakdown starts to buff his back, starting with his lower area and working his way up, Steve's legs unconsciously close as the buffer gets to where his wheels connected to his back, a tingling feeling spreading from there to his groin. He shivers as he buffs the very joint, shifting under his touch, Breakdown gives a soft chuckle as he gives both a good buff then turns off the machine. He walks around the berth to admire his work, Steve intakes hard as he continues to look at him, Breakdown obviously really proud of his work.

"There we go, just like new," he places the buffer beside him on the berth, "you can go now."

Steve's surprised, after all, that's been happening to him Breakdown doesn't want to do what they did? He slowly nods and is about to get off the berth when the blue mech suddenly stops him.

"On wait, I forgot something."

Slag, he thought too soon.

Breakdown looms over him with a dim optic, Steve quivers under his gaze as a servo goes to his hip and the other goes to his mask, he jolts as he starts to unclip it with a smile. No one has ever really seen Steve's face, not even his closest friends though they always know who's who, so feeling Breakdown take off his mask is nothing but a panic to him. He's about to try to stop him from seeing his full face, nervousness shaking in his servos when Breakdown chuckles as he only shows his mouth, like he knows why his hands are shaking.

His smile stays with him as he leans forward, his thumb under his chin, tilting his helm up gently as his lips connect with his. Steve's eyes open wide as he gasps, giving Breakdown the opportunity to slide his glossa into his mouth, Steve's spark pounds and his face blushes blue as his tongue plays with his own but also at the fact that this is, in fact, his first kiss. Steve's optics soon close as the kiss makes him relax, Breakdown smiles into it as he holds the back of his helm gently, kissing him harder as his glossa lashes against his, already gaining dominance. Steve's arms unconsciously wrap around his neck, enjoying the contact greatly and surprisingly, but the need to breathe is more important.

They both part with a loud pop, hot intakes leaving them as they stare into each other's optics, a soft blue blush on both their faceplates, Breakdown chuckles lightly as he gives Steve's lips a quick lick.

"You're a good kisser y'know," he kisses him hard one last time before re-clipping his mask, "I'm sure you're future sparkmate wouldn't mind that about you," he chuckles which makes Steve blush and look away, "you should probably go before Megatron has a fit, if he complains just say I kept you back." He smiles.

He helps him off the berth and leads him to the door, letting him walk out after giving his aft a firm squeeze which makes him squeak in surprise. Steve smiles to himself as he continues, like with Predaking he actually liked his encounter with Breakdown, so far one of the least interactive encounters yet one that he actually likes. Plus it didn't get too far either. Now he's walking to the elevator, to get to the chambers of his Lord and Master, even though his confidence is raised because of his new finish (he has never had a buffing before) he still feels nervous. He still doesn't know why he's summoned or if he's in trouble, the anticipation's making his spark pulse frantically. He's so deep in thought he doesn't realize someone's calling his name, until he feels a servo on his shoulder, making him jump and turn around. But when he does he feels his spark drop to his pedes.

It's Lord Megatron.

"Did you not hear me call you?" He says, his normal scowl conflicting with the slight amusement in his voice, Steve quickly apologizes with a bow and a servo to his chest, Megatron stops him, "there's no need to apologize Steve, it's quite alright. Where were you headed? To my chambers yes?" Steve nods, "excellent, we can go there together."

Steve stiffens as Megatron takes his servo in his own, tugging him down the hallway with promise and authority, he doesn't mind the walk to his chambers, not at all, but his face blushes blue as he sees the other Vehicons and Eradicons look at him funny. For the mere fact that Megatron won't let go of his servo. He looks and feels like a sparkling being walked home by their father. He stops at a pair of large doors, putting the code in the keypad and leading the smol much inside, his berth room is a lot bigger and fancier than Dreadwing's and Starscream's, and brighter too. On the berth he sees Soundwave looking at a datapad intently, hearing them come in he glances at them for 2 seconds then looks back to his data pad wordlessly. Rude much?

"Since you have excelled in your work both as a Vehicon and a Decepticon," Megatron says as he puts his servos on his shoulders after locking the door (what is with people and locking doors today?), "I've decided to reward you. If you'd like you can have free roam, meaning you won't be bound by any law or order, you will be a free mech and go your own way. You can even leave and return to the ship but you won't be just a Vehicon anymore, but a mech with status," Steve looks up at him with wide eyes, is he serious? Could he actually leave? "Or you can stay on the ship, but you will be treated as a superior would and have more...privileges than other Vehicons or Eradicons. The choice is yours." He says with a smile.

Steve doesn't hear the last part, he's still stuck on the part about him leaving, he can finally leave the ship? And travel for pleasure and not work? Thank Primus!!

"Thank you, Sir," he turns around and bows from his waist, "I accept your reward and I pledge to not let it go to waste." He says cheerfully.

"Very well, when you step out these doors you'll be a free mech, but there's another part of your reward though." He smiles wide.

Steve's confused and slightly scared, "th-there's more?"

"Of course. Now you see, Soundwave and I have always admired you," he turns him around by his shoulders, pushing him towards the berth as Soundwave puts down the datapad, "and since this would most likely be your last night here, we both have decided to take advantage of this opportunity." He smiles deviously, his sharp teeth making his smile all the more menacing.

Steve is pushed onto Soundwave so that he straddles him, a bright blue blush behind his mask as Soundwave stares at him, his servos slowly wrapping around his waist. Megatron chuckles as he sees the bot stiffened.

"S-Sir I-"

"Soundwave will have you first, he's had his optics on you the longest." He chuckles before walking away.

Waaaaaaaaaaaaaat?

Steve whips his helm back to the other purple mech as he hears a soft clicking sound, Lazerbeak, his scout companion, decided it's time to detach and flies to a corner of the room, obviously not wanting to be involved in what is to happen. Smart robot bird. Soundwave more so examines his body more than caresses it but it feels the same to Steve, he has to hold on to his shoulders as his talons dip into seams and stroke sensitive wires, Steve shudders as his servos get lower, closer to his crotch plate, and he whimpers slightly when he pulls away. Then suddenly he's bounded and flipped around, black and purple tentacle appendages hold his wrists and ankles, Soundwave moves more onto the bed so he can sit the smaller mech in his lap properly, Steve struggles against the binds but every time he did they would squeeze his wrists tighter and more painfully until he stops.

Soundwave then resumes in his touching, groping Vehicon as his legs are outside of his own, Steve pants and whines against him, trying so hard not to moan but it isn't easy.

Then, with Breakdown's voice, Soundwave says, "- open -"

Steve reluctantly opens his crotch plate, his blush making his face look like a blueberry now as his cable springs free.

"- Impressive -" Soundwave says using Knockout's voice which makes the small mech blush even more.

Soundwave plays with his cable with one servo while the other plays with his rims, rotating his tires and teasing his tip at the same time, Steve moans softly as his helm rests on Soundwave's shoulder, optics half-lidded and dim. Soundwave then makes another clicking sound, the appendages restricting his movements are joined by another set, their ends having hair-like strings and all oozing a purple liquid. Steve looks at one strangely as it curiously inches closer to his member, as if it has a mind of its own, the hair-like things retract, revealing a suction cup like the end that throbs and drips more of the same liquid. The tentacle then slowly submerges his spike in its warm gooey hole, Steve twitches violently at the new sensation around him, moaning through clenched teeth as his frame shudders.

The other tentacles then start to caress his body as the other continues to drop, Steve's legs quiver as pleasure starts to fill his systems, the tentacles gently massaging his arms, legs, thighs, and waist as Soundwave uses his servos to mess with his back. More so the more sensitive areas. Steve's enjoying himself, even though he technically won't admit it, but his thoughts are interrupted when he hears a soft hum in the room. His optics flash open as he looks forward, seeing Megatron in a chair facing the berth with a perverted smile on his face and his optics very very dim. Has he been watching them the whole time????

"You're enjoying yourself aren't you?" He says as he stands up, the tentacles nor Soundwave stop in their actions but he does pay attention to Megatron as well, "maybe I should input my part of your reward as well." He chuckles darkly as he knelt down, unclipping and pushing his mask up to only see his mouth.

Megatron then kisses him and once again Steve gasps, giving him the opportunity to slide his glossa in his mouth. Oh, Primus, Megatron's actually kissing him, the leader of the Decepticons and his Lord and Master is actually kissing him!!!!! Holy slag!!!!

Steve closes his optics and moans, melting into the kiss as Megatron smiles, the other kisses him harder as his servo trails down his frame, in whatever spaces the tentacles left untouched. His sharp talons trace and tease his port, making Steve squirm in Soundwave's hold, eventually, he slips a digit inside, his warm insides rippling around his talon. Megatron groans at the feeling while Steve shudders in delight, they both kiss harder as the talon and the tentacle picks up speed, faster and harder and bringing more pleasure to the Bot. Steve unconsciously rolls his hips as he feels an overload coming, trying to get as much pleasure as possible before it comes but both Megatron and Soundwave seem to have the same mind as their actions stop, Steve whimpers slightly when the silver and the purple mech pull away completely.

"Just because you're having a reward doesn't mean we don't get to tease you with it." Megatron smirks.

Soundwave repeats.

Megatron then pulls him to the end of the berth, Steve squeaks in surprise as he lays on his back, legs sprawled open and showing all his glory in the tyrant's face. Megatron smirks again before licking his port, his hot glossa stinging his opening as he rims it, Steve shudders as the glossa penetrates him, washing another wave of pleasure over his body. He gasps as he grazes over sensitive sensory nodes, the bundle of wires sparking his arousal even more. Even in his hazy and lust filled state he could see Soundwave move so his crotch is right over his face and that he would technically be backing him.

"- Glossa - now-" he demands in Knockout's and Shockwave's voices.

Steve reluctantly obliges, gently licking the slick port, Soundwave shudders above him and ushers him to continue. Steve grunts as Megatron returns a digit to his own port as he delves his own glossa into Soundwave's port, stretching him out wider, the tentacle around his member is still there so it continues its actions, following the same speed as Megatron. The ones around his wrists loosen just enough so he can move them but still keep their hold on him, he uses this opportunity to place his servos on Soundwave's aft as he rests on his stomach playing, laying down so he could have better access. Steve spreads his cheeks and eats him out more, energon coating his glossa as Soundwave shudders hard, the larger purple mech's frame convulses as he overloads on his glossa, Steve catches all the sickly sweet liquid as Soundwave lets out a static laced moan and swallows hard.

Soon after, Megatron strokes a particularly sensitive node and Steve overloads hard on his glossa and digits, moaning as his body twitches in pleasure. Megatron happily licks his lips as he drinks his lubricant, smirking to himself seeing his harsh intakes. He looks up to Soundwave and gives a short nod and he gibes a knowing one as a response. They move until Megatron is sitting with his back to the headboard, Steve in front of him as he lays on his lower half and Soundwave behind the smaller mech.

"You wouldn't mind would you?" He smiles as he guides his servo to his crotchplate, the slate of metal warm to the touch.

Steve shakes his helm shyly as the plate retractes showing the largest cable he's even seen (though he's only seen Soundwave's and his own), the spike a dull silver, wide and having a bulbous tip that's leaking pre-lubricant. Steve shyly wraps his digits around the warm appendage, pumping Megatron to a slow pace as he groans lowly, Soundwave still has the younger mech restrained some, liking the idea of having control over him, he places a servo on his aft using the other to stroke his own cable a few times, the tentacles from before making him purr as they continue to massage his body. Soundwave prods his black cable with deep purple lines down the sides at his port, Steve immediately stops and looks back to him with fear in his optics, Soundwave and Megatron know exactly why he's reacting that way.

"It only hurts for a few nanocycles," Megatron says as he gently turn his helm back to him, "but if you're too uncomfortable then we're not going to force you."

Steve isn't exactly thinking straight, he wants it yet doesn't want it so badly, "I-I want t-to, please Masters, won't you frag me into the next solar cycle?"

Now where did that dirty talk come from all of a sudden?

Soundwave purrs at the thought of being called Master and Megatron smiles wickedly, "if you wish." He says as he guides his helm to his cable.

With his mouth around his tip, Soundwave slams into Steve's port, instantly breaking his seal, the younger mech screams in pain but it only sounds like a muffled moan to them.

Soundwave waits for him to adjust before slowly dragging himself back, only to slam back in, jolting the smaller mech forward on Megatron's spike. The silver bot groans as he pushes his helm down, making him swallow more of him, Steve's mouth is so warm around him and the smaller mech's being gentle too. Soundwave, though he may not be showing it, is completely enjoying his current role, his port is warm and slick and just hugs him so perfectly, and him being submissive under him is such a major turn on to him.

They frag his mouth and port in a sort of swaying motion, when one thrusts in the other pulls back and vice versa. Steve's a moaning mess between them, not only from the immense pleasure he's feeling from having Soundwave's cable inside him but also from having Megatron's spike in his mouth, he's never done something like this before so something about having it forced down his throat is pleasurable to him. Their paces become faster and faster as their grunts become louder, he can feel their cables twitching inside of him frequently, signaling they're close. Suddenly, Megatron kept his helm down as he shoots his overload in his mouth, shuddering and twitching hard as he orgasms, this surprises Steve and unconsciously makes him tighten around Soundwave which makes him overload in his aft.

After a while Megatron lets go of his helm and Steve rises from his spike, gulping what's in his mouth before panting hard in exhaustion, lines of energon dripping out the corner of his mouth. Soundwave pulls out of him with a hiss, his own overload dripping out of his port in a thick stream. The soft hum of their internal fans can be heard, joining the pants of the three mechs.

"Well Steve," Megatron smiles, "you continue to impress me. Who knew you had such a skilled glossa." He chuckles as he licks his cheek.

Steve blushes again at the 'compliment' and looks to the side bashfully. Soundwave then moves to the side and yanks Steve back on the bed with his tentacles, causing the younger mech to gasp in surprise, Megatron smiles as Soundwave then straddles his hips. He says no words as he grinds his still exposed port along the underside of his member, he moans and pants under him in pleasure, his eyes dimming some.

"You should be honored," Megatron says as he caresses Soundwave's back, "Soundwave is rather picky about who penetrates his port."

Steve's optics opens wide, he's going to ride him??

He grunts feeling his tip nudge his port, the warm entrance practically inviting him in as he slowly sits on him, Soundwave purrs feeling himself being stretched, his free tentacles resuming the massage on his frame. Steve hisses as Soundwave reaches his hilt with ease, purring once again from being filled, he lets out a choked moan as the purple mech raises his hips and slams down on his spike, a metal to metal clanging sound filling the room. The tentacles around his wrists hold his servos above his head and his legs apart, the ones on his frame caresse his body more, thick strands of purple liquid stay where they connected with his skin. His pace quickens as another tentacle raises to his face, how many of these does he have?

The tentacle nudges and nuzzles his face, rubbing itself on his exposed cheeks, too lost in pleasure Steve can't register what he's doing. He licks the appendage and Soundwave visibly shudders, he kisses and licks against the sides until the tip touches his mouth, the hairlike ends retract and it rubs against his lips. He shyly opens his mouth and licks it, the tentacle slowly and gently pushes past his dentals, Soundwave moans loudly. Maybe his tentacles are as sensitive as a flyer's back and wings. His pace slows down a little as he feels his legs being moved to accommodate bigger thighs, what's Megatron doing? He feels the tip of a much larger spike prod his entrance, Soundwave removes the tentacle from his mouth so Megatron can hear his moan more clearly now when he penetrates him.

Steve looks down with wide optics as Megatron looks at him with a devilish smirk, pushing into him with a slow thrust, Steve bites his lip as he feels himself being stretched, way more than Soundwave did to him, he feels like he's ripping him a new one. He grunts when Megatron touches a rather deep and sensitive node in him when only half of his cable is inside.

"Oh f-f-frag~" He moans.

"Such language," Megatron smiles, "using profanities in front of your masters, how rude. You need to punished, don't you think Soundwave?" The other mech nods.

Steve braces himself as Megatron slams in the rest of the way and Soundwave slams on his hips at the same time, moaning loudly as they frag him roughly, the feeling of having a large spike filling him to the brim and a warm and slick port around his cable at the same time is almost too much for him. Then, to make matters worse for him, more tentacles aim for his wheels, sparking even more pleasure, it's like electricity is suddenly coursing through his frame. Megatron grunts as he thrusts faster into his tight port, even from having Soundwave inside him not too long ago he's still warm and was a snug fit, his insides massaging around him and he loves how his walls would twitch and spasm around him when he hit a node.

The tentacle from before pries his mouth open again, thrusting itself in and out of his mouth and the same pace as Soundwave, the purple liquid and oral lubricant dripping out the corners of his mouth as his optics squeeze shut. Fragging his mouth just as violent and tempting to go down his throat. This goes on for who knows how long, they lost their sense of time in their activities, the sound of metal hitting metal competing with the grunts, groans and moans of pleasure. Steve can feel their pace quicken even more but their thrusts are getting sloppy, he could feel that coil tighten in gut. Soundwave is the first to convulse considering he's the first to start the fragging, a static laced moan escapes him as his port clenches around his cable and the tentacle exploding in his mouth, making Steve overload after from his tightness. His overload then causes Megatron to grunt and release his own lubricant in his port, the gush of warm liquid striking another overload for Steve.

They all pants hard as their internal fans come to life, buzzing loudly inside their frames, Soundwave sighs as he leans back tiredly on Megatron's chest plate, the silver mech smiles as he kisses his shoulder and neck, enjoying his current stay in the small mech's port and the gradual drop of his high.

"He's asleep." Soundwave says in his actual voice, his tone calm and sultry.

The Tyrant has heard his voice before so it isn't a surprise to hear it now, "so he is, it's a shame he has to leave. I wouldn't mind pounding his aft again." He chuckles but soon hisses as he pulls himself out.

Soundwave stays rooted on the mech, refusing to get off, Megatron laughs amusingly at his childish behaviour as he moves the sleeping mech in such a way that he's sleeping on him and he's still below Soundwave. When settled they both fall into recharge soon after, following the young mech's pedesteps.

~Several hours later~

Steve wakes up with a groan as he shifts awake, his optics opening slowly as he sees a figure of purple and black on his chest plate, he almost jumps out of his skin when he hears Megatron greet him, scrap he almost has a spark attack when he realizes where he is, who he's in between and remembering the event that happened last night. What makes it worse is that Soundwave is being dangerous and replays his moans (afthole), this effectively makes him blush dark blue. Megatron thinks it's a good idea for them to take a bath before leaving the room as energon is still on them and is most likely staining their metallic skin. After (reluctantly) removing himself from Soundwave, Steve attempts to stand but keeps falling to his knees, Megatron has to pick him up bridal style to get him to the bathroom and he laughs at how flustered he got from the new position.

Megatron insists on bathing with him, Steve's reluctant at first but soon complies, sure he has his own say now but the way Megatron looked at him just made his spark melt. The bath is normal at first, they wash each other and get the hard to reach areas but somehow it ends up in Megatron fragging Steve against the bathroom wall, it isn't that hard considering how light he is to the tyrant. When they finished and have cleaned themselves Megatron kisses his helm before walking out, then Soundwave comes in. They wash each other then it goes straight to. . .what do humans call it? Hentai? Well it went straight to that. Soundwave has him bounded, a tentacle up his aft, one sucking on his cable while the others attack the more sensitive areas on his body and Soundwave is thrusting into his mouth. Honestly, Steve doesn't know what's with Soundwave and using his tentacles all the time but he sorta likes it.

When they're clean once again Megatron says he could leave when he's ready but Soundwave would have to go with him to ground bridge him there, he asks if he could visit his friends before he leaves and Megatron is okay with that, Soundwave's his usual quiet self. Megatron kisses his helm one more time before letting them both walk out, saying he has another task to do, Steve can't stop smiling behind his mask, he's finally free, he can go wherever he wants no matter where it is and no one could tell him 'no', he can sleep all day if he wanted to for crying out loud! Soundwave walks to the end of the hall while Steve goes to his squadron door, Charlie and Joey pull him inside and hug him so tight he couldn't breathe, they thought he was dead. When he tells them about what happened they're nothing but joyful, sad that he has to go but they're glad for him, out of all the Vehicons he's suffered more and the worst of being on the Nemesis so he deserves a break. After more tight hugs and promising he will visit he walks out with a goodbye.

When they reach the hanger Soundwave works on the computer while Steve stands near the wall, it isn't wise to hover over the TIC when he works, you could lose your helm for that. He stays quiet as he looks around, gazing at the ship he knew so long but will soon leave its embrace, even though it's like he's been through the pits and back he actually thinks he's going to miss this place, cold embrace and all. He's snapped out of his thoughts when he's roughly shoved onto the wall, he stands surprised as he stares into the visor of the silent mech, Soundwave gently unclips his visor and shows only his mouth, he does the same to himself, Steve's confused, what's he doing? Soundwave then slams his lips against against his, Steve's surprised but doesn't gasp, his lips are so soft and thin, he melts into the kiss and opens his mouth willingly, shivering when his glossa connects with Soundwave's.

Steve places his hands around his neck while Soundwave places his on his hips, enjoying the bittersweet moment between them, they soon pull away, Steve's breathless while Soundwave's lips are raised in the slightest smile.

"- Return soon - Okay?" He says in Shockwave's and Breakdown's voice as he licks Steve's lips.

Steve nods with a smile, his pearly white dentals and slightly flushed cheeks making him look even cuter. Soundwave opens the ground bridge and motions for him to go through, Steve gives him a quick kiss on the cheek before pulling his mask down and waving goodbye as he runs through the portal. Soundwave holds his cheek as the portal closes, his spark fluttering as he smiles a millimeter more, damn that bot is cute. Steve steps out of the tunnel, landing on the desert road of Jasper, Nevada as it closes behind him, his spark beating in excitement, his smile growing wider and wider as the situation's finally weighing its full weight on him, he transforms to his vehicle mode and makes about three donuts before speeding down the desert road, one thing on his mind as he pushes pedal to the metal.

Freedom.