Universe: G1
Characters: Perceptor, Soundwave
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Tentacles, dub-con to oh yes! Petulant Soundwave, HOUSEWIFE PERCEPTOR. SRSLY.
A/N: For Dellessa and Shibara, who I blame love for this. Oh you two. This is my second time with tentacle prons. I'm still very, very, very sorry. Still. Very. Very sorry.

Perceptor was rarely on the battlefield. His light armor wasn't meant to protect him against blaster fire, and though his aim was nearly as good as Bluestreaks, the risks involved with him being on the battlefield were often greater than the return.

Still, with the latest scheme came a need for bodies, and Perceptor was more than capable of holding a gun. He stood next to Wheeljack as they faced off against the Decpticons, the line up glaring at each other as their leaders struck their poses.

"Autobots!"

"Decepticons!"

ATTAC-"

Suddenly Soundwave stepped from his leader's side, walking with singular intent over to the Autobot's side of the field. Not pausing when guns appeared in his face, tentacles out from his frame as he moved closer and closer...

And Perceptor realized that he was heading straight for him.

He made slight head shakes, frantically trying to get Soundwave to back off. Watching in fear as the mouthguard snapped open, as the visor slid up into the helm housing. His hand loosing its grip on his blaster as he was taken in white arms and kissed thoroughly, even as his own hands were shoving at Soundwave's helm.

"Get -Mmmph- OFF!"

Soundwave released his mouth, but didn't move back. His tentacles wrapping around Perceptor with a possessive growl, glaring at the Autobots that were in touching range, a moue of jealousy appearing on his face.

"Soundwave: Wants Perceptor. Now."

Megatron and Prime were looking at each other, the whole armada standing googly eyed as Perceptor struggled weakly against the stronger mech, bracing an arm between them as he tried to prise himself away. "No! Get OFF Soundwave!"

A growl, and suddenly Soundwave was in motion again, hauling the scientist up, turning him around, and pressing him against the nearest surface, a large rock, the thick cords waving around him like he was some kind of giant metal medusa, still ignoring the rest of the Autobots, even though he had a half dozen blasters pointed at his helm. Settling behind him, against him, tentacles caressing, dipping through armor plates to smooth over neural lines and protoform.

"Soundwave: Wants Perceptor NOW."

No one could miss the jealous and petulant tone, even in Soundwave's modulated voice. He sounded like a sparkling who'd just been told he couldn't have another energon goodie, and he wasn't happy about it.

"Perceptor: Always busy. Soundwave: Worthy of Perceptor's attentions! Will not: Take no for an answer."

Perceptor pushed backward, wiggling enough to turn himself around in the tape deck's hold. "Honestly. I can't believe you're doing this now! You were the one who left me to go 'play with the boys'! It wasn't like I walked out on you, REALLY!" His voice was steely, hard, unforgiving. Looking Soundwave straight in the optics as he poked a finger into the deck mech's cassette door.

"I don't have to answer to you anymore Soundwave. You lost the privilege of my attentions when you didn't come back home, instead gallivanting off with those hooligans!"

He tried to push Soundwave off again, but the navy mech wouldn't budge, holding on to the scientist tightly, as if he let go he'd never get close enough to hold him again. "Soundwave: Apologizes." It was said softly, barely audible to those nearest Perceptor, the red bot turning his head and crossing his arms, not looking at Soundwave.

"You hurt me Soundwave. I'm not sure I'm ready to forgive that yet."

The barest look of hurt crossed Soundwave's face before he buried it in Perceptor's neck, his grip tightening to the point that armor creaked. "Soundwave: Will prove to Perceptor his intentions."

In an instant the mood changed, the cassette holder's hands gently grasping Perceptor's face and drawing him in to kiss him slowly, the barest pressure of lips against lips. Soft and sweet and slow and Soundwave knocked the red minibot in the back of the helm with a tentacle when he heard fake gagging noises. Ignoring the "Hey!" that sounded afterward as he kissed the scientist with all the passion he could muster, very aware of the optics that were turned on them.

Blocking Perceptor's attempts to pull away, hands clasping his helm just the slightest bit tighter, lips moving more firmly, whispered apologies filling the space between them each time they parted. Tentacles trailing over red armor with intent as they moved. Teasing neural lines, skewing and resettling armor plates as they moved in never ending caresses across Perceptor's body.

One tip flattening, rubbing circles over the metal of his valve panel, two other cords coming up to curl around the tops of the red mech's thighs, pulling them apart slightly, enough for Soundwave to press them fully together. Ignoring the arguing of the two leaders behind him, ignoring the hoots and whistles from his faction and the comments from Perceptor's. Focusing only on the mech in front of him, glossa tasting, trailing over denta and the smooth metal of his inner mouth. Tentacle still rubbing against Perceptor's interface panel, a slow circular motion that made teal thighs quake. Black pedes trying to get purchase against the ground, the scientist trying not to give in, not to let Soundwave do this here of all places, and failing spectacularly.

Losing his battle vent by vent, until he finally stopped fighting against the sensations just let himself BE. His arms going from fisted against Soundwave's tape deck door to around his torso, pulling him in tight. Kisses turning fierce as he finally began to participate, began to reciprocate. Legs shifting, one coming up to hook around Soundwave's pelvic plate, valve panel snapping open between them, the tentacle that had been rubbing the metal slowly beginning to thrust in and out of Perceptor.

Soundwave was vaguely aware of the mass of mecha around him, only peripherally paying attention to them, his focus trained on the mech writhing in front of him, against him. One hand going down to hold that teal and black leg against him, the other going up to trace the lens of Perceptor's microscope. Thumb scraping lightly against the glass, the pressure light, not even enough to scratch the surface.
A hitch in the scientist's vents had Soundwave pulling back, optics concerned as he stilled. Shocked to see coolant running down Perceptor's face, pulling back even further before black hands stopped him, pulling Soundwave back to him, against him. A moan slipping out as he rocked his hips into each thrust, a second tentacle smoothing over the flexible rim before nudging inside. Moving it alongside the first, activating sensor nodes as he slid over them, gently stretching Perceptor's valve with each pass.

His own spike pressurizing, the hand that had been caressing Perceptor's microscope coming down to guide him forward, until he was edging the head in. Rocking slowly, giving the scientist time to relax before pushing a little bit more until he was fully hilted, tentacles still thrusting into Perceptor and against his own spike. The cords forming a misshapen triangle of metal that distended and thinned the valve rim until it was almost translucent in some places, purple lubricant dripping between them, making everything slick and warm and Perceptor didn't even care that they were in front of all his friends and comrades. His leader. Just that Soundwave hadn't done this in so long and it felt so good, so right that he just clung to the mech, sobs and moans ringing out in the air as he wiggled and rocked against the tape deck. Grunts and soft noises of pleasure against his lips, his neck, as Soundwave worked his spike and tentacles in opposite motions, one leaving where the other entered.

The red mech felt the telltale burning in his tank, valve clenching rhythmically as best it was able over the three cords, fingers digging into cords and cabling as they spasmed. The feeling blooming into an inferno of heat that exploded outward from his groin.

Perceptor wailed in overload, helm thrown back and hands clutching Soundwave's shoulders. Frame shuddering as the electric charge ran through it, cracking and arcing from him to Soundwave and back. The feel of it making the navy mech shudder, his movements stopping as transfluid erupted to slam against the back of Perceptor's valve, the viscous purple liquid dripping down to mix with the mess already on the ground.

He dropped his helm, tucking it into Perceptor's condensate damp neck cabling. Venting heavily as he supported their weight, holding the red frame close as they both cooled down from overload.

"Soundwave: Not leaving Perceptor again."

And thus, the war ended pending one menacing, hovering Soundwave. A treaty hammered out right there on the spot, no one willing to anger the mech currently vacuum sealed to the petite Autobot scientist.

Clang!

"OW MECH! What was that for!"

"Cliffjumper's thoughts: Unacceptable. Punishment immanent."

"Soundwave, leave the poor bots alone. I've dealt with them, for millennia now, I don't need you fighting my battles for me."

"Perceptor: Soundwave's. Cliffjumper: Sexual deviant."

"Don't you even start that again! This is why I was alone for how many vorn? I'm perfectly capable of holding my own against other mechs thank you very much!"

"Soundwave: Thinks Perceptor needs to remember who he belongs to."

No one on the Ark recharged for the next week.