A/N: Sadly this story is unbetaed. Feel free to offer concrit or point out anything.

Warning: Dark themes within. Forced (non graphic) interface and mentions of torture.

Bluestreak certainly lives up to his designation, Soundwave notes. He watches the young Autobot intently through the carefully arranged security recorders, listening to the insults Bluestreak throws at the Decepticon in front of him. His defiance, this form of defiance given the damage the other Decepticons have heaped upon him, intrigues Soundwave.

"Useless fragging son of a Glitch. So much for being a seeker, how much do you really seek anyway except for Starscream's aft when you follow him around like his very own pet. Decepticon pet, seeker pet, Starscream's pet."

It is inane chattering on the part of Bluestreak, immature rambling insults at best sometimes but Soundwave focuses his audios more intently, optics not leaving the scene before him. Bluestreak is bound tightly, chains wound around his arms and chest. Soundwave can see the indents and scratches between the chains links as Bluestreak strains against them by force, not choice, as Skywarp thrusts up against him. His legs are chained too, the chains bolted to the floor, Soundwave notices disapproving of this action as Bluestreak's joints strain and squeal-the chains pulling him in two different directions. The force of Skywarp pushing him against the wall would certainly have crumbled the wall behind them had it been one of the inferior Earth metals rather then the Cybertronian.

Soundwave's optics are on Bluestreak's face now; the other mech isn't talking but is gasping in pain as Skywarp forces his body, his optics are dimmed and Soundwave wonders if that's Bluestreak's intent or if continually being forced to act as a pleasurebot to the crew is lowering his energy levels more then is acceptable and advisable. He's displeased to find it is the latter as he uses the ship's sensors to check Bluestreak's condition. They've all been given explicit instructions not to allow the Autobot to offline whether through low energy or through damage.

An orn ago they'd discovered Bluestreak had an open comm to some, although how many was unknown, of his fellow Autobots; while Soundwave could have hacked it to try and locate their positions Megatron had other, more sadistic, ideas. The Decepticon intended Bluestreak to be awake and aware throughout the whole ordeal, transmitting everything to his friends or superior officers. An ingenious idea, Soundwave has to admit, given the impact it will have on Auutobot morale. Even more worthwhile if they carry out an attack while Bluestreak is being interrogated and tortured.

Skywarp is shuddering now and Soundwave knows from experience that the mech is close to overload, close to finishing and leaving Bluestreak be- though their captive's ordeal is far from over given the amount of Decepticon's that are demanding a second go at the talkative mech, unimpressed by Bluestreak's refusal to submit and allow their egos to feel the dominance they desire.

Skywarp howls slamming hard against Bluestreak metal screaming against metal as he takes his pleasure and gives their captive as much pain as possible in the process. There's a moment of stillness as Skywarp sags against Bluestreak, the chains taking both their weights and digging tighter into the bound mech.

Soundwave watches as Bluestreak's optics brighten, flaring in response to the sudden surge of pain, and keeps his audios focused. The Autobot doesn't let him down; he reacts as he has the dozen times he's been interrogated, beaten, battered and forced to interface. It's at this moment Bluestreak draws in a shaky breath and goads Skywarp.

"That's it is it? Wow no wonder they call you Skywarp, you're fast at everything I mean they call me fast but that's only with words I actually like to take my time while interfacing but you're young too the same age as me but maybe you'll slow down when you're older learn how to take your time-"

Soundwaves suppresses a laugh, his own interface equipment heating as he watches the exchange. Watching Bluestreak forced into submission wasn't arousing in the slightest but watching the Autobot constantly enrage his captives, listening to his voice as it skips over words to sound merely talkative and chattering while veiling insults-that did make Soundwave's panels heat and a warmth grow in his spark. Bluestreak was an enigma; one Soundwave wishes to discover himself.

"Frag you Dirtkisser!" Skywarp reacts with anger and perplexion swinging his hand and slapping Bluestreak hard around the side of his face. Bluestreak's helm impacts the wall with a loud clang and he draws in a shuddering breath but Soundwave is pleased to hear that his words don't stop. They falter for a moment but then Bluestreak carries on his one-sided conversation which subtly pulls apart Skywarp's interfacing and interrogating technique.

Soundwave can see the Seeker is torn between frustration and anger as their should-be-submissive captive tosses out random scathing or perplexing comments instead of begging and pleading for him to stop. Soundwave rubs idly over his interface plates but the heat that rushes through him at the motion has him stilling. Much as he would like to take part in the activities below deck, Soundwave knows his actions will be followed just as he follows Skywarp's and Sound wave has no intention in forcing a messy painful interface on Bluestreak. Soundwave wants more then that. He wants the Autobot to himself, something that Megatron may agree to once the war is over but certainly will not consider now. In fact knowing Soundwave's interest, Megatron may well give him to Starscream- Soundwave knows well how their leader likes to think especially when it comes to manipulating his command officers.

Eyes fixed on Bluestreak's chest where the chains dig in cruelly and drag over his closed spark chamber, Soundwave ignores Skywarp's threats and the wielding of the energon whip. He ignores Bluestreak's yelps as Skywarp lashes it over said spark chamber, instead Soundwave focuses on the words that are gasped from Bluestreak.

The sentences are more rambled now, containing more curses within them, pain and low energy levels combining to make some nonsensical. Bluestreak is comparing Skywarp to various things now, the last of which being some kind of Human sparkling toy which apparently came free with purchased human fuel…food of some kind though Soundwave doesn't recognize the type and doesn't intend to spare any processor attention in searching for.

Soundwave imagines Bluestreak's spark, the bright glow of defiance he's sure it will have, the way it would likely throb and pulse if Soundwave could see and manipulate it. Bluestreak's spark, like the mech himself, is also an enigma. None of them, not even Hook, has viewed it; the chains across Bluestreak's chest were placed there by Megatron himself with the order that the chamber was not to be opened. Whether Megatron intends to force a spark merge on the Autobot at a latter time Soundwave can't be sure, though given Megatron's disinterest in the activities surrounding Bluestreak Soundwave thinks not. More likely the Decipticon was worried one of his troops would be too excited and would force a merge or rip the spark from its housing prematurely.

The thought of Bluestreak's spark against his as the Autobot attempts to cut him with scathing commentary or insulting chatter sends a shudder through Soundwave and he jerks back from the fantasy quickly. He cannot afford to allow such distractions to take over his processor.

Bluestreak's words are slowing down more and becoming more slurred, the metal of his chassis being torn and shredded by the whip. Skywarp is concentrating on Bluestreak's chest trying to send pain straight to Bluestreak's spark without breaking Megatron's rule but Soundwave recalls that he's broken one already and feels satisfaction at sending the Seeker a firm comm message.

"Skywarp: desist."

A flare of annoyance runs through him as Skywarp ignores his words and Soundwave repeats them more firmly. When the command goes ignored again Soundwave feels perfectly justified in sending a short painful burst along with his repeated message.

That catches Skywarp's attention and the Seeker yelps, clutching his helm as he drops the whip. Soundwave watches as Skywarp spins around, his optics fixing on the internal monitoring system.

"Weren't you enjoying the show, Soundwave." Skywarp's comm is sarcastic, not a question, Skywarp is well aware Soundwave would be watching and Soundwave knows to chose his words carefully or Skywarp will undoubtedly inform Starscream of his interest in Bluestreaks's welfare. Soundwave did not desire that attention from Starscream; while the Air Commander may show the same disinterest and in fact an aversion to what was befalling Bluestreak he knew Starscream would no doubt use the knowledge against Soundwave in whatever way he felt he could.

"Skywarp: Guilty of disobeying Megatron's orders. Autobot energy levels too low. Possible termination of comm. link with other Autobots before desired time. Skywarp must desist."

Skywarp snorts though Soundwave notices that he's tense now, the mention of disobeying Megatron's orders having done as expected.

"Fine. I'm done." Skywarp speaks the words aloud, his optics flicking to Bluestreak before he adds, "For now." He moves over to the now quiet Autobot who has just become aware of the probably internal communication occurring. "I don't see why we don't just rip out his vocal processor." Skywarp runs fingers over Bluestreak's throat and the Autobot freezes in terror, Soundwave tensing along with him at the threat.

"Negative: Skywarp return to duty." Soundave lets the words flow over the internal comm as well as into the room so Bluestreak can hear.

Soundwave is aware how tense he too is as Skywarp pauses for a moment, running fingers in a teasing stroke over the metal shielding Bluestreak's vocal processor. Bluestreak isn't breathing now, let alone talking and his optic are bright with fear something Soundwave can see Skywarp is enjoying immensely.

"Fine." Skywarp tosses a smirk to the internal monitoring system as he walks towards the door leaving behind a parting shot for both Bluestreak and Soundwave to hear, "Though I plan to share my idea with Starscream when he get back from his mission. I'm sure by now the damage has been done and I know I'm not the only one who'd enjoy a quiet interface."

Soundwave shutters his optics at the thought of Bluestreak muted like that, of the Autobot forced into silent submission. He's surprised at the fury he feels rise in him at the thought, at the threat Skywarp dared deliver on his Autobot. There is a crunch as he digs fingers into the monitoring console making the metal warp and spark. It's only when a whimper reaches his audios that Soundwave pushes the fury aside and focuses on the sight of the lone, abused mech.

It would not happen. Soundwave assures himself of that as he diverts a significant amount of attention to the monitoring system, eyeing anomalies and calculating possibilities alike. Soundwave is well aware an Autobot spy is within the ship, no doubt waiting for the right time to rescue his comrade or organize a team to attack. He is just unsure where. He instructs his cassettes, loyal to him over any other including Megatron, to seek and relay information. To not engage or reveal but to simply alert him when they find the Autobot intruder. When they do Soundwave knows he will have assimilated enough information and calculated risk to facilitate Bluestreak's rescue and escape. And once Bluestreak is with the Autobot's again, repaired by Ratchet and fighting once more, Soundwaves knows he'll have the opportunity to take Bluestreak himself. To hold him captive away from the other Decepticons, from Megatron's orders, forced interfaces and Skywarp's threats.

Skywarp…Soundwave allows a cold smile as he recalls the threat to Bluestreak, the callous blasphemous treatment he'd dare attempt and factors punishing the other Decepticon into his plan. His cassettes are in place, searching vigorously, now all Soundwave has to do is wait.