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A Stolen Night ~

The night air was cool, the beginning chill of fall settling in the depths of a densely forested area. In a tucked away location, hidden by large trees and overgrown foliage, was a serene lake, wide and calm. The moon reflected off the shifting surface of the water, your eyes scanned the horizon as you sat yourself upon your chair. You’d never imagined you would’ve had the courage to camp so deep in the forest by yourself, but here you were. The chaos, stress and noise of the city far behind you, sighing deeply as your shoulders drop and you roll your neck. Feeling as if a literal weight was being lifted off your shoulders.

Since the lake was so large, it allowed for a clear view of the night sky, the stars twinkled and shone like trillions of glittering gems. The grandness of space never fails at leaving you awestruck. Ah, speaking of space, you recall the wacko-old man who you ran into on your way to your camping spot. His hoopty of an RV looked like it was on its last leg, he spoke of “government conspiracy” and “mind controlling robots”. You remember seeing a UFO toy fixated on his dashboard, which told you all you need to know about his beliefs.

Speaking to the night sky, you laugh, “I’m more concerned about the local wolf population.” You had brought a firearm with you because of this worry. Paranoia aside, your stomach is demanding food and you’re quick to answer its call, getting up from your chair you start diligently pulling out all your supplies to make dinner.

A few miles down from your temporary campsite, was a misfit group of Decepticons, their on and off again leader Steeljaw, was currently reprimanding his pack for once again failing to complete a simple task.

“I’m impressed, Clampdown. Truly. I didn’t know it was possible to fail something so straightforward." His smooth voice was terse which sang of his disappointment, his clawed hands clenched in anger, “It’s honestly a wonder how you are still even functioning before me.” Steeljaw lumbered over to Clampdown, looming over with the promise of violence in his yellow optics, “Perhaps I should remedy that?”

“Woah! Hey! Steeljaw! I-it wasn’t my fault!” Clampdown’s shifty eyes flick around in hopes to find a scapegoat, “Quillfire! It was his fault! He told the Autbots about our plan!” Clampdown pleads anxiously, scuttling away from Steeljaw.

“What?” The brown predacon shouts in his own defense, “You lie, Clampdown! This was a result of your own failure!” Quillfire quips back. Which resulted in bickering between the two. Thunderhoof, seeing an opportunity to torment Clampdown is quick to jump in. The sound of metal smashing against metal bounces off the walls of their hide-out.

A low growl leaves Steeljaw as he lowers his clenched hands, turning his back, he pays their shouting no mind, as the bunch gets rowdy even on good days. Steeljaw returns his focus on how he can salvage their mission. Crossing his arms he looks out of the entrance of their base, his optics trace over the line of trees and the slight glimmer of moonlight as it threads through the leaves and branches.

All of this was a necessary evil, to see his dream come to fruition. He would rule this planet, make a haven for –shink. Steeljaw blinked, a sudden sharp pressure pierced his frame. He growled, optics zeroed in on his assailant, “Quillfire!” bearing his fangs, poised to attack.

Thunderhoof had Clampdown held upside down by his leg, shaking him like he was trying to steal his lunch money, Clampdown had Quillfire by the neck, trying to use his body as leverage to pull himself out of Thunderhoofs grasp. Quillfire, trying to free himself, started throwing his quills haphazardly.

The three Decepticon’s froze at Steeljaw’s booming voice. However, before Steeljaw can pursue the three, his world shifts. Dizziness causes him to falter, a bolt of heat struck his abdomen, the onslaught of strange sensations caused the large bot to trip up, he grabbed his helm as his vision spins. “Ugh.” He grunts out.

“Ay-yo, nice shot Quilly! I’m always down to bring’im down a peg.” Thunderhoof laughed in glee at Steeljaw’s hunched over posture. “I ain’t above kickin’ a bot when he’s down!” He released Clampdown by tossing him aside like trash, putting his fists up as he stomps over to Steeljaw. “Come’ere you smart mouthed good for nothin’! A large grin stretched over his face.

Steeljaw’s helm tilts up, optics flashing red briefly. He changed his posture, placing his legs in such a way to brace him from the oncoming threat. His tail trashed in agitation, “Hahaha, I hate to disappoint Thunderhoof.” Steeljaw’s optics sharpened, “However it looks like I got a dud.” A snarl curled on his lips, “Care to check?” Flexing his claws out, Steeljaw’s frame showed no signs of passivity. Thunderhoof’s confidence wavered, huffing as he backed off, “Ah, you ain’t worth the energon.” The three were quick to disband afterwards, not wanting to be at the claw end of Steeljaw’s ire.

The grey bot’s strength failed him, only once he knew he was alone. Letting out a soft whine, Steeljaw dragged his numbing frame to the forest, not wanting to be in a confined space. He braced himself against a large tree, “Worthless fools.” He sneers, shutting his optics. The bot is lamenting his pathetic excuse for a pack, while an uncomfortable heat builds. Uncertain about the effects of the quill, his processor is compromised due to these side effects, as such he is unable to ascertain what exactly is happening to his frame.

Thus the bot interprets the stimuli as anger. In an effort to decompress, Steeljaw shifts into his vehicle mode and speeds off toward the rising moon. Simply following his instinct, he is driving further into the forest. The fever swells, traveling further down his frame to his loins, which was a sensation he hadn’t felt in eons. “Just what was in that quill?” He was not a pup for Primus sake! He is above such primitive impulses.

In attempts to keep a clear processor, Steeljaw simply focused on the path ahead of him, ardently rejecting the unwanted thoughts that have started to seep in. He didn’t want to think about sinking his heated spike into something hot, tight, and wet.

On the other hand, when was the last time he indulged in such a manor? Running from the law, trying to find a place to call his own, he never really had the time for anything aside from survival and his aspirations. Wouldn’t a true utopia mean an allowance of frivolous thoughts and desires such as this? Wrangling with himself, Steeljaw kept driving following the moonlight.

Double checking your surroundings you take a deep breath and confidently make your way into the cold water, the temptation before you was too great for you to ignore. Despite your usual weariness you'd found yourself completely nude in the dark waters of the lake. Perhaps something in the air tonight made you loosen your inhibitions. In any case you were enjoying the quiet trickle of water all around you, and the beautifully clear sky above you.

After wading around you eventually found a rock in which you could comfortably sit upon while staying submerged. Settling in you close your eyes to simply enjoy the ambience. However the cold was hard to ignore, especially as your nipples had gotten stiff and sensitive after some time, brushing your hands against your chest in an attempt to warm them up, shivering slightly at the sensation.

Perhaps the cold drove off your concerns, as you no longer feel the prickle of anxiety on your skin, you simply look up to the sky and ponder what could be out there. What kind of universes could exist, such things that could make earth look like a backwater town in comparison? Or were you all truly alone out here in the vastness of space? Moving your hand up, you reach out for the stars, perhaps if you wish hard enough you can pull a star down and marvel at its beauty. You begin to trace random patterns and shapes in the stars, lost in thought you fail to hear the muffled sound of a motor running.

Steeljaw transformed back into his bipedal form, concern for the overheating of his internals made him seek a source to remedy this before something important fries. He felt himself panting in attempts to cool down, another pulse of heat shocks his system and makes his optics bleed red again. With his target in sight, Steeljaw makes a beeline for the lake in front of him, the temperature cool enough to help alleviate some of his ailment. Parting the foliage with his massive hands, his weighted strides took him straight to his destination, he either didn't care or didn't notice the made man campsite he was treading through.

The water splashed at the sudden force being applied onto it, as Steeljaw hurriedly submerged himself into its depths. He felt the effects almost instantly, a deep groan leaving his chassis, the heat still lingered but he no longer felt like he would die any moment. His ear twitched, as a whimper escaped your pinched lips.

Steeljaws optics flicked to the offending noise, a low rumble of a growl started to come off of him, he knew his senses were compromised at the moment but for him to be so unaware of his surroundings was unacceptable. The human, which was hardly an arms length away from him, was not wearing coverings, which was abnormal. He noticed your arms were wrapped around yourself as you coward upon the rock you sat on.

You were frozen stiff, aside from the occasional shiver. You hardly had to move your eyes to take him in, he was so large he pretty much took up your whole vision, like his body itself was eating up the night sky. You noticed a few things, particularly that he was very wolf-like, with elongated eyes which were piercing as if he was analyzing every twitch and breath, and the glowing features on his face and body. Everything about him screamed alien, not of this planet and certainly not organic by the metallic reflection of the moonlight on every inch of his body.

You contemplate screaming, but his large clawed hands were a touch too close for comfort. This is what deer must feel like when they're about to be hit by a car, like nothing you do will save yourself. Running, shouting, nothing would help. You suppose embracing death is an option. As you're imagining how your own funeral would go about, something raised from the water which drew your attention.

Your heart sunk and your eyes widened, as from underneath the water, another concern arose. A phallic shaped tip peaks out of the water, the size considerable even with taking his stature into consideration. The appendage jerked, which startled you, your attention slowly creeping back up to his eyes, the yellow unsettlingly bright against the dark sky.

For a few moments there is nothing but silence between the two of you, however you can feel your own heart beat in your ear and you worry any moment he is going to attack. His werewolf-like physique makes your imagination run wild.

Steeljaw took in your watchful gaze, you were vulnerable, exposed and utterly powerless against him. Your wet skin, glistened in the moon light, droplets of water sat upon your eyelashes, fearful and wary eyes large and dewy looked up at him. He couldn't deny the enticing nature of this unintended encounter.

His mouth downturned, the heat that had begun to subside was slowly returning, he didn't have the patience to deal with a noisy human. “Ah. Pardon the intrusion.” He simply stated, in hopes he could speak reason into you. His voice sounded like velvet to your ears, smooth and even. If his appearance wasn't so intimidating you would've been disarmed by his voice alone.

Startled by his ability to speak, you flinch, “What are you?” you question, voice hardly above a whisper. Leery of his intentions, between his large claws and the beast between his legs, you aren’t sure which was more of a concern.

A metal eyebrow shot up, “Curious are you?” He asked, surprised by your capacity to remain calm in his presence. “I suppose this is good practice,” he says under his breath, he turns his body to face you square on, voice calm, pleasant even, “I am a Cybertronian, from Cybertron. My original planet is far away from this.. quaint one. My name is Steeljaw.” He waves his hand, in a mock bow of introduction.

A clear look of astonishment graced your features, you even leaned forward some as if to take even more details of his frame in. “Holy shit–” a guff of disbelief leaving you, that old man wasn’t out of his gourd, just slightly wrong. Arguing semantics aside, you can’t believe there is actually an alien, a truly foreign entity, in front of you. Your mouth hangs open, as you try to wrap your mind around the revelation his introduction has brought you to.

“Why are you not screaming?” he inquired with genuine curiosity, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, the uncomfortable ache in his loins growing hard to ignore, the effects of the cool water weakening with time. Your appearance seems to also have an unforeseen dysregulating factor which he was unable to reconcile for. “You aren't afraid?”

You stir, moving back, face scrunching up at his question, “I think you and I both know, screaming would be pointless. There isn’t anyone else for miles.” Sighing in resignation, you shrug a shoulder. “You’re too big to fight.” rubbing the chill away with a hand up and down your arm, you bite your lip. “I’m scared, not stupid.”

A contemplative hum leaves him, you are correct with everything you said, except perhaps your assumption of intelligence, he could argue you leaving yourself so exposed and vulnerable was the exact opposite of having intellect but he is not here to have a conversation. No you have, unintentionally provided him a perfect solution for his current ailment. “Since you are so keenly aware of your plight. I have a proposition for you,” His melodic voice oozes of confidence and reassurance. He steps closer to you, the weight of his steps so burdensome that you felt the vibrations of the rocks and water retreating and swelling due to his actions. “I will allow you to keep your life, in exchange…” He stopped in front of you, shaking like a leaf you held his stare, you had to push down the deep-seated desire to flee in his presence. Swallowing you try to anticipate his next words, “In exchange you will provide me a service.”

His glowing yellow eyes dominate your vision, his body and presence make it feel as if the world around you disappeared. “Take my hand, and I swear on my spark, you shall leave our encounter with your life intact.” You shouldn’t, you should run. Reason dictates that he was a stranger and his word was no more solid than the water flowing around you. Pulling your lower lip into your mouth you chew on it in consideration. Your brows furrow, there’s a tremor in your hands. Unsteady eyes shoot to his open hand, his demeanor was alarmingly open, which was making you even more suspicious. Lies and deceit, he will rip you to shreds if given the chance.

With shaking legs, you stand upon the rock which you were once sitting upon, water cascading down your nude body. Throwing caution to the wind, you weakly place your hand upon his, the contrast in size of his hand and yours was tremendous. His yellow eyes squeezed in satisfaction, a wolfish grin pulling onto his, admittingly handsome, face. His hand clasped around yours, squeezing with enough pressure that you could feel the strength behind them.

His other arm swings around and he places his hand upon your lower back, which causes gooseflesh to break out across your skin, tensing as he pulls you closer. Steeljaw had to sit a bit lower on his hind legs to accommodate for your stature, however any qualms he had with laying with a human quickly vanished when your cool skin, pliant and fleshy, pressed hard against his hot spike. Steeljaw swallowed his growl down, trying to keep his raving desires at bay, “Do not fret, little one. I am a bot of my word.” He lowered the pitch of his voice, his words came out breathy and there was a hint of restraint in them.

Doubt was clearly in your eyes as you took in the huge dick currently pulsing and jerking against your abdomen. He had you trapped in his arms, his frame hunched over yours, the sounds of the forest, water and what felt like the air itself was stolen from you in a matter of seconds. His nose brushed over your cheek, as he whispered in your ear, “Now, let me explain. In great detail, what exactly is entailed with this ‘service’.” He laughed lightly at the end of his sentence, a shiver ghosted up your spine.

He was merciful enough to put you on a blanket before shoving you to your knees. The glow of his eyes, and the various other colored strips of his bio-lights casted soft blooms of colors upon your damp skin, your lower lip was reddened due to your constant tugging at it, Steeljaw could no longer deny how enchanted he was as his optics appreciate each inch of skin exposed to him.

Your attention was stolen briefly however, as once he got out of the water the cock between his massive thighs no longer had the means to stand, far too heavy without the support of the water, it hung low and occasionally jerked. You are once again doubting your probability of surviving this night.

Steeljaw’s optics went to your lips, as they had parted slightly in surprise to his size, the plush and wet surface intrigued the bot, a clawed thumb came up to brush against it. The soft and supple skin pleased him greatly. “Open.” He demanded, no clarification, no kind words or careless whispers. Resisting the urge to shut your eyes, you whined, but a firmly placed hand, big–so fucking big compared to your neck, on your jaw eventually coaxed you into relaxing and opening your mouth wide.

You felt arousal drip down your thigh, which made heat flush your cheeks. A clawed finger slips inside your mouth, he pressed down your tongue, making note of the texture and heat. Your mouth was so small, he thought to himself, “I suggest, you do your best to endure.” He said off handedly, you can only assume he was referring to the size difference. There’s a question on your face, which is quickly replaced with panic, as the hand that doesn't have your mandible in an iron grip, is squeezing the base of his length. He growls, deep and primal, as he shoves another finger down your throat. With focused optics he bites back a howl as you choke slightly on his digits. Your teary, pleading eyes make the once simmering fire rage into an inferno.

He starts to pant, and he shifts to get a better angle, Steeljaw couldn’t pinpoint the sudden fascination with your mouth, but before he could do anything else you are trying to pull back, “W-wait!” the smell of your genuine fear hits his olfactory senses. “Hmm?” He slurred, “Relax, I won’t hurt you–” he gave you a smile that was intended to be comforting, but his next words changed its meaning, “-much.” He truly didn’t have any other intentions, other than a brief fixation, but before he could clarify you’re interrupting. “I’ll do it! Please… let me do it.” You beg, with misty eyes.

Now it was his turn to be curious, “Do what exac–”. Before he can complete his question you begin, cautiously, brushing a hand up his length. You try to gauge if it’ll even fit in your mouth, but you guess his words of encouragement were more so those of demand despite his clear understanding of the size difference. You let saliva pool in the back of your throat, moving closer you press your tongue to the head, licking up a strip all the way to the tip. The taste was as metallic as you expected, but was not so bad as to deter you from your mission. Feeling more confident you decide that a bit more attention is needed, ducking your head down, you place your open mouth with your tongue sticking out onto his length. Suckling with the best of your ability you move down cock with purpose.

Moving back, you spit into your other hand, and move it to his tip, small hands doing their best to firmly slide up and down the head, finding his alien dick to be fairly similar to a human. The lines of glowing lights and the bulbous knot at the base spoke otherwise, but you will have to cross that bridge when you get to it.

Steeljaw is choking back a moan, surprised by your sudden onslaught on his spike, he never in a million years would've guessed this was your intention, “What are you doing?!” His tone was biting, he didn’t stop you of course because it felt divine but that's besides the point.

Tilting your head, saliva strings between your wet lips and his spike, “You shoved me to my knees, and put your dick in my face? I assumed you wanted me to suck your dick?” You asked as if he was a fool for even questioning you. Your hand stilled and your mouth pulled away from him, the bot felt himself almost yowl at the loss of sensation. “Primus, you have a filthy mouth human. This was not my objective, but I won’t stop you now.”

“In fact, if you don’t continue I fear I may become crude.” His grumbles, moving his hand to the back of your head, pushing you back to his length, the hard but pliable surface brushing against your cheek. Staring up at him you decide you like his face, with his pointed ears that twitch occasionally and his wolfish nose, squinty yellow eyes, and fuck–that voice of his. His massivley hot dick was just the cherry on the top of the weirdest-fucked-up cake you never asked for.

A cocky grin settled onto your lips, as you gently put the tip back onto your lips, you sucked with conviction, watching in amusement as his ears twitched and his massive tail flicked out, he’s pulling up dirt and grass with his other hand. Hormones rage, clouding your judgment, “You seem pent up, maybe you should blow a load on my face. Might help you calm down some.”

Steeljaw rumbled, a deep bassy noise that came from his chassis, you’ve become a bit too haughty for his liking, “Since you seem so resolute on having a dirty mouth, I suppose you are asking me to shut it up for you?” He bares his teeth, rows of razor sharp fangs have you taken aback. He braces both hands on each side of your face.

With wide eyes, you react as quickly as you can, relaxing your throat and taking a deep breath. He’s pushing your head down with a firm grip, you whimper slightly as his cock slides down your throat. His pace is brutal, hard and fast, unforgiving. Tears from the strain, streak down your hot cheeks, saliva and pink transfluid starts to dribble out of the sides of your mouth. You can feel each and every ridge of his cock brushing against the walls of your mouth and throat.

Despite the lack of oxygen, and the intense face fucking. You still had enough capacity to rile him up more, drunkenly you reach out to grab his hand, trying to guide it elsewhere. “Hng, what are you–?” He settled deep inside you, making you gag, he eventually allowed you to move his hand. With hooded eyes, you stare up at him, and put his hand against your throat. Steeljaw felt his mouth hang open as you finally understood your intention. His hand brushed against your throat, feeling his own spike through it. He pulled back, and felt the sensation of movement through your throat, in and out, in and out.

Howling, his shoulders tense, and he finally roared when he could no longer contain himself, pulling out completely he held your face in an iron grip as he pointed his tip to your open mouth, his hot transfluid shot onto your tongue, your face, eyes and hair. You were coated with an abundance of the pink liquid, which was so hot you couldn't help the whine bubbling from your abused throat.

His chassis heaved as he tried to gain control over his frame. A deep content sigh leaves him. When Steeljaw gained his strength back,he glanced down at the little human who just managed to rip the fastest orgasm he’d ever had in his entire life out of him.

You were absolutely drenched in his finish.

His black nose, twitched, the enticing smell of your arousal finally hitting his senses. With amazement shining in his eyes, he crowded into your space, which forced you to move from sitting upon your legs to sit on your butt and brace backwards. Two massive arms move, his hands slamming down around your head. A crazed smile pulling onto his lips, Steeljaw couldn’t believe his luck. “You’re aroused right now?” he scoffed.

“Huh?” You frown, and clench your legs closed. How could he possibly know that?

“Ha, Haha! There’s no need to deny it, I can smell everything. Your heat–” He leaned further into you, just a breath away from touching your skin. “–right here.” He taunts you, grazing a clawed finger down your stomach to your aching center. “The smell is so strong, I can almost taste it.” He declared , the rumbling of his growling voice vibrating the air around you.

Fuck, why are you so horny right now? This is so not right, but he’s so big–God he’s so big. What could you do to deny him? He hardly needed a single finger to push you down, you felt compelled to follow all his whims just to hear that silky voice sing your praise. You were completely at his mercy. With your mind muddled from your hunger, your words came out muffled, “I-I don’t think you’ll fit.”

Steeljaw gives you another once over, mulling over the prospect, a contemplative frown on his face, “I guess we will have to find out.” he smirked bashfully, his pointed teeth flashing briefly.

The stars in the sky, that just an hour ago you were carefully admiring, were now whittled down to unassuming background smudges. Your attention and awe stolen away from them by Steeljaw’s own two hands, in comparison his bright bio-lights which are scattered across his body are brighter and more brilliant than any star in the sky, to your lust-addled brain.

Your head is knocked back, hands pulling at the blanket underneath you, cries left your lips. You were trying to maintain a semblance of composure, but there's a massive ribbed tongue, licking large and pointed strips up your pussy. Steeljaw wrapped your fatty thighs around his thick neck, careful of his pointy bits, and began devouring your cunt like you were his last meal.

“Hah! Ahh, Steeljaw!” you sobbed, he was a fast learner and extremely adept at interpreting your body language and noises. He coaxed pleasure out of you slowly and methodically, which was fraying your mind. Once he picked up how much pleasure you derived from your clit being toyed with he made sure to abuse this knowledge. With careful pressure, he sucked hard and flicked his tongue on the swollen bud. Your eyes roll, and your abdomen tenses, legs shake, “Fuck!” a scream rips from you.

“Haha, I guess making you scream for me was inevitable?” Amused at your reaction he couldn’t help but tease you, enjoying this cat and mouse game.

Whimpering, “S-shut up!” Another laugh leaves him, with a raised brow, he moves back to allow room for his hand, retracting his claws, he delves into the wet pulsing heat beckoning him. His massive fingers fuck into you with slow precision, and he ducks back down to suck at your clit, “Fuck-fuck, mmmph!” You don’t know how much longer you can take this, it felt so good you were dizzy.

His eyes honed in on your heaving chest, noticing the little stiff nubs, hell-bent on dragging every inch of pleasure out of your body possible, he pushed a hand against a breast. Appreciating the softness, his thumb brushed the underside and flicked over your nipple. He felt your pussy squeeze around his fingers. Oh?

“W-wait!” You protested, but they fell flat. Steeljaw pinched your nipple between his fingers, his gaze pointed. He experimented with rubbing circles onto it, pinching and pulling. You seemed to prefer when his touch was a tad bit rough, which he found that prospect rather tantalizing. His growl returns, once he found the perfect combination of sucking, fucking and pinching.

He tore your orgasm from you effortlessly, with an efficiency that scared you, you screamed his name as your pussy clamped around his digits, your gummy walls fluttered as if trying to squeeze the maximum amount of pleasure out of them.

A saccharine smile was on his face, as your vision and oxygen returned to your lungs. “Such a good girl.” He brought his fingers up to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he licked off the arousal that was dripping down his hand, with that devilish tongue. You twitched at the praise, still high strung from cumming so hard.

The water had long dried from your skin, but a dampness from exertion still remained. Steeljaw removed your legs from his shoulders, repositioning the two of you. Your weak legs were placed on his hips, the size so great you were almost in a full split, the glass front of his chassis was fogging up due to the heat generated between the two of you. Steeljaw ducks down and licks your cheek, surprised by the sudden intimacy you huff and peer up at him curiously. “You’ve proved to me that you are perfectly capable of handling the full burden of my desires.” He caressed the side of your face, with a light touch, trailing down until he was at your flank, he took a firm grasp of your hip. “Heed my prior warning, continue to bear it.” With gawking eyes, you gulped and nodded. He lined himself up, pushing his tip through the wet slip of your cunt. “Do well and you will be rewarded.”

Your body tensed, the weight of realization, and his cock, too heavy for you to ignore any longer. Despite your doubts you know you’re far too along to back out, the burning desire to have him was determined at the moment he held a clawed hand out to you. As if he was your very own constillation, plucked from the sky and placed in front of you with sparkling lights along his frame, and his charming voice. You simply wanted to bask in his presence.

His tip breached the tight ring of muscle, the squeeze so great your wetness dribbled off his spike. He guffed, frame shaking with restraint, the overwhelming desire to pillage your body made his optics glitch out. “Breath!” He keened, his other hand coming up to draw circles on your clit. You gasped, as you felt him slowly push more of his length into you, it felt impossible, wrong and too big, but–fuck it felt great. With a pathetic whimper you try to relax, taking steady breaths. With a particular firm thrust, your eyes popped open when you felt a considerable amount of him sink in.

“Sh-shit..” chewing at your bottom lip, a whine slips out. The Decepticon above you starts to growl with gusto, a code which he had never seen before started to populate in his peripherals. It spoke of laying claim, breeding and archaic nonsense. Despite his denial, the prospect of claiming you was becoming more appealing by the second. He stills once you’ve taken as much as you could, your walls stretched to their absolute limit, you feel him in your stomach. He’s still strumming at your clit, which was pulsing with each stroke of his thumb.

“Oh, look at that.” He lauded your body's adaptability, with slanted eyes he brushed a finger down the bulge in your abdomen that his spike was causing, delirious at the sight, “Doing so good. Just for me right?” You cry, nodding, “Yes, yes, j-just for you.” you speak any words he wants to hear, if only he would move. He hums a satisfied tune, face content, for now at least. “Your service begins here, human. Persevere, despite all the odds.”

He pulls back, your walls cling to him deliciously, beckoning him back in. His pace starts slow, simply appreciating his conquest, and the appetizing sight of his spike disappearing into your depths. His jaw hung open, and a pant was starting to build up. The code which he made efforts to overlook, was now blaring in his processor. ‘Take, consume, ravage’. Grunting as his thrusts started to get faster, ‘Seize this temptation for himself, covet and hide it away from prying optics.’ His pace became brutal. Animalistic.

You grunted in strain, as each push of his hips tilted your world, your body felt like a live wire, charged and out of control. “Steeljaw.. Steeljaw oh my God. Fuck!” Spit flew out of your mouth, your teeth clanking with each jolt of your body. “So big! It's too big.. slow.. slow down!” Keening as you felt another orgasm building. His hands seemed to not be fatigued like a human would and he has a mechanical like aptitude when flicking your clit. If he went any faster it would begin to feel like a vibration, his speed similar to your favorite vibrator even. You stand no chance against this sensation coupled with his spike plunging in and out of your heat, the squelching noise of him forcing himself deeper providing additional stimulation.

What pushed you over the edge, however, was his blissed out face. Admiring how his furrowed brows would ease into one that almost looked euphoric, and his growling moan close to your ear. The sheer look of pleasure on his face as he took you, made you snap. A sharp cry leaves you, as your body coils into itself, Steeljaw growls at the realization, “You even cum on my spike like a good little slag.” grumbling you praise he stilled as your pussy squeezed around his spike, letting you ride out the last moments and finally stopped his insistent flicking of your clit.

Huffing out for air, you try to catch your bearings. Steeljaw, the attentive bot he was, allowed you a brief reprieve. He was aware of the limited stamina that humans had, his processor was still demanding him to be more callous with his method of claiming, but he was a bot of patience and pacing. He would have you until his contentment but he was not a savage or at least he was trying to convince himself of this.

He pulled out of your heat, despite his desires to never leave your depths, to readjust the two of you again. He was going to pick a position that you could control the pace at but as soon as he looked down, at the messy wetness of your gaping pussy. The desire to see it full of his transfluid, quickly took president over his logic center. Nothing other than his knot being settled deep within your walls, full of his transfluid, would do.

Optics flashing red once more, he’s moving with an alarming agility and speed. You’re being pressed into a tree truck, a large one in which he could place a hand to brace upon, the other hand cupping your ass and thighs. The fact that your entire body fit in his hand was not lost on you, but you aren’t able to marvel in the contrast in each other's size for long, as he is quick to fill you back up. He tilted your hips up, to allow himself a smooth entry into your wet pussy.

You both groan in unison at the sensation. Steeljaw, no longer able to curb the instincts that were overwhelming his system, howls. The beastlike noise startled you, making you tense and inadvertently squeezing his spike. His yellow optics bleed red and remain that color as he growls down at you. He drives his hips forward, pushing his length in and out of you with feverish intent. The onslaught of the sheer size and weight of his dick was oppressive, you weren’t able to move at all, simply allowing him to use your body as he saw fit.

Pumping his hips, Steeljaw feels his connection to his body detach, like a frenzy had taken over him. He was snarling, at each whimper, cry, and moan as they poured from your wet lips. The bot drank in everything you were giving him. Giddy, your whimpers are cut off by panting whines, “S-Steeljaw, it’s-s too much.” He was drilling into you, your back was feeling raw from the bark scrapping against it. Tears spilled down your eyes, your voice felt hoarse, “Steeljaw?” whining his name, your head slams back, when he starts to lap at your nipple, his teeth grazing the hard nub. He starts pulling at it with those sharp teeth, you clench your jaw at the sensation. Your nipples were already sensitive from the cold and his previous teasing, which just made the sensation even more heightened.

Mewling, you look into his eyes, hoping to slow him down somehow your body is already becoming overly sensitive. However his muddled reason, interpreted your gaze, and question of his name as defiance. He will take what he is entitled to. His red eyes make the next question die in your throat, instinctively you sense that words are not able to reach him right now. He was lost to whatever it was plaguing his mind. Steeljaw lurched forward, pressing you further up the tree, your body bending to accommodate his size. The glass panes of his chest were cool to your heated skin, which helped ground you for a moment. Moving your hands to his chest, you brush against it soothingly, hoping to bring him back from wherever he was. “Steeljaw?” You tried again as his thrusting had stopped, he was simply pressed inside you and staring.

He leaned his helm forward, catching your lips in his, it was a bit of a mismatch in sizes but you accept him, allowing him to push his tongue into your mouth, he slips his tongue against yours in a tantalizing dance that has you breathless. It was hard to keep your eyes open, the red of his eyes burned into yours, you are starting to miss the yellow. His spike jerked inside you, his hips swayed, this time slow and firm. The bot blinked, resetting his optics, when he opened them again the yellow had returned. Your body almost instantaneously relaxed in his grip.

“This accursed heat will not subside, until I knot you.” His voice came out jagged, his optics looked to yours, an apology on his face. “Your body must be fully lax to take it.” You recalled the intimidating looking bit of his cock from earlier. You supposed it was time to cross that bridge. “O-ok.” You nod, body and mind already fatigued from the previous couplings. You aren’t sure you can remain conscious for much longer. However you would fulfill any wish he demanded of you, dopamine and other chemicals keeping your horny brain just greedy enough to ask for more.

Thus he starts to take you with even more intensity, he plucks your body like he is playing a harp, the strings of your pleasure taunt and malleable under his poised hand. Despite the amount of orgasms he had squeezed out of you, he had yet to finish a second time as he had yet to knot you. You were a bit worried as each time you came, he became more aggressive, his eyes still occasionally flick between yellow and red.

Steeljaw's optics were fixated on his spike driving into you, each thrust was an attempt to squeeze his knot into your heat but it simply slapped against your cunt unable to breach the narrow ring. He made more of it fit with each time you came, your body getting more and more relaxed. You will take his knot, it was simply a matter of time.

Regardless of your desires, you simply could not take anymore, overcome with exhaustion you eventually passed out, the sounds of his grunts and growls faded into nothingness as sleep embraced you hard and fast.

When you awoke, the stars had tucked themselves away, the golden morning sun taking their place. Birds and various animals and insects were calling out to each other. Your body was sweaty, and utterly drained. You were faced down, the blanket from the night before was torn into shreds, barely maintaining its previous shape. There’s a deep pressure in your stomach, realization dawning on you. A gasp left your raw throat, turning your head to look back, you see Steeljaw, still hunched over your body. His mouth was hung open, an angry expression on his face, heat was radiating from his frame, and you could hear what sounded like an overworked engine whining in his chassis. “Steeljaw?”

He groaned, a miserable and pained noise. “I have no kind words for you, please just stay still. I’ve almost fit it inside.” He was in agony, truly. Turns out, the one who really had to persevere the night was not you, but him. He had put you on your stomach at some point, finding this position provides easier leverage and allows him to fit himself further inside you, with all of his precum which only increased as his spike would not allow him to finish unless his knot was in place, your pussy was sopping. With you being awake he encouraged you to get up to your knees, your head pressed into the tattered remains of the blanket, as he pushed, one last time. An enormous swell in size was your only tell, when he put his full weight onto you, the bulbous knot finally, fucking-finally popped in.

“Oh, Shit..” You groaned, the pressure almost too much to bear, but what really startled you was the loud howl from Steeljaw. Mania taking over him, he pushed your hips back down onto the ground and began drilling into you. His hands are piercing the ground again, but now that you are awake he’d rather pour his energy into you, he grips your hair, tugging in back with a hard pull. “You, tempting little slut.” His voice was full of grit and anger and his delayed pleasure, “It took me all night to fit even half my spike down your tight hole, and you just slipped into sleep like nothing was happening,” His spike was abusing every inch of your cunt, your cries choked when his other hand comes up to squeeze around your neck. “I will get what I am owed.”

Too deep, he was way too deep inside you, you think this might actually kill you. Eyes rolled into your skull, he pushed you to orgasm in a matter of minutes without so much as looking at your clit. “For every single time you came upon my spike, awake and asleep, I will reap my compensation with your body.” You felt like cotton was stuffed in your ears, drunk on the pleasure he was beating in your body. Wet, slippery and greedily your cunt accepts him with a warm encapsulation which drives him further into madness still. He feels his own finish coming on, fast, which is no surprise considering the amount of time he spend fucking you.

Steeljaw was still deciding on Quillfire's punishment, something as magnanimous as this night of course, something long and torturous. But right now Steeljaws focus was simply on filling you, as he had wanted to so long ago. Grunting, he released your throat, admiring the marks his grip left in your skin, turning you back around so he can watch your breast bounce with each of his thrusts. Steeljaw bared down at you, mouth clamping down around your throat. He was truly dominating you now, leaving you no room to breath, let alone move. Sinking his teeth into your skin, he shuttered when the overwhelming wave crashed over him. His tongue laved the pinpricks of blood from your throat, groaning he pumped once, twice, three times before stilling. His knot settled by your entrance, plugging itself in the snug tight heat. He belatedly got the relief he was searching for, an unholy amount of transfluid started to shoot into your depths, hot and so fucking much. “F-frag.” He cursed, voice tight, his shoulders slump, eyes brows relaxed and he finally, finally relaxed.

Sighing as his hips slitted, you wipe your eyebrow damp from the sweat. “Shit, man you were really backed up huh?” You would’ve laughed but the tightness in your abdomen kept it at bay. Steeljaw didn’t have the same issue as you however, and he actually just laughed, scooping you up, he adjusted you two into a more comfortable position. You rested your hot face on the glass of his chest, grateful to be off the dirt and grass. He was still settled deep inside you but looking at his handsome face helped you take your mind off how full you felt.

Looking down at you, Steeljaw quirked his head, “I could say the same to you.” He smiled kindly with a raised brow. You rest your head on your hands, maintaining view of him as you relax your body on top of his. Your eyes close of their own accord, fatigue still deep in your bones, your breath evens out and once your heart beat settles back down you can start to hear an almost electrical sounding hum. It's tune was not that off from your own heart beat, it sounded alive.

You aren't sure how long the two of you are joined together, time feels warped ever since the moment he stood in front of you, but eventually he shifts and the pressure releases. Steeljaw grunted, as he pulled out, your eyebrows bunching at the sensation of an egregious amount of fluid gushing out of your sore pussy. Sighing in relief, the pressure easing. Your body still aches and you're sure standing was not an option for you for at least 30 minutes but otherwise you feel satisfied.

Steeljaw huffs, from the feeling of his transfluid dripping down his abdomen, he knew it would be a lot but this is ridiculous. He stands ensuring you are still secured comfortably against his frame. “Where are you going?” Your voice was small and tired, bleary eyes peering up at him. “We both could use a quick rinse, don't you think?” He frowned. Too tired to care, you simply slump further into his hold, and nod your head. Steeljaw settled back into the water, the cool stream soothing the aches in your legs, hips and back whilst also rinsing away the streams of pink fluid between your thighs.

The bot scanned the area to ensure no disturbance was around, with confirmation of privacy he relaxed into the water and simply allowed it to wash away any unwanted fluids from his frame.

Tired eyes blink open, as you look down at what you're laying on, perhaps it was because of the dark of the night or your inability to actually focus on details. Regardless you just noticed something, you look up at him, “Is.. is this a windshield?” There was uncertainty in your voice, as you try to understand what the fuck he actually was. Steeljaw peers down at you with hooded eyes, before he can speak you notice another oddity, “Is that a tire?” huffing in confusion you stare wide eyed at him demanding an explanation.

“I liked you better when you were unconscious.” He jibbed, rolling his eyes at your questions.

“Did I just fuck a truck?!” you gasp.

He sighed, a clawed finger coming up to brush a stray strand of hair off your face, “I am not a truck.” You suppose it's more nuanced, either way you huffed since he seemed to be done with the q&a. Pouting you rest your head back onto your hands, eyes bouncing around his features with new eyes.

Steeljaw wonders what he should do with you now, his reason returned back to him, his initial response to humans was either dismissal or destruction. Since, aside from the small band of Autobots, the humans would be the next ones on the list in preparation for his rule of this world. You seemed plenty agreeable to him however. He did say he would be a benevolent ruler.

Steeljaw's ear flicked, there was another human in the vicinity. “You are still unable to stand, yes?” He looks down at you. You nod lazily, “Why?” Steeljaw goes to stand, “We must leave, to avoid being discovered.”

“Oh shit. Ok umm, you can put me down I can–” he stopped mid step, “I am perfectly capable of taking you home. Do not strain yourself.” He interjected. Tone leaving little room for argument.

“Well gosh, let a person have some mystery huh? You already fucked the life out of me, why do you need to know where I live on top of everything else.” complaining about privacy seems a bit too late now, all this considered. Steeljaw laughed at you again, “Ah, you seem to not recall.” He put you down where the pile of your clothes and shoes still sat, easing you into the chair. Looking up at him in question, “You were rather forthcoming last night, especially with my spike knocking the sense out of you” a predatory grin wheels across his face.

Flushing at his admittance you withered in front of him, going about the burdensome task of redressing your sore body. “Well.. fuck me I guess.” Muttering complaints to yourself you bend over to put your shoes back on when a twinge of pain has you jolting back up and grabbing at your lower hip. “Owww.” Rubbing did little to soothe the pain.

Steeljaw had your campsite pulled together faster than you would've anticipated given his size. Before you know it he's got all your stuff in a condensed pile that fits in his hand. Your car was not too far from your campgrounds. The prospect of walking that far however was daunting.

You were told to stand back, confused, your complied shaky legs moved back as the Steeljaw transformed into his vehicle mode. Watching the intricate dance with bewilderment, as he fit himself back together like puzzle pieces, the wheels, glowing lights and the glass front of his chest all make sense in this form. You’re not sure what kind of vehicle he is supposed to be but you can see the similarity in his features from one to the other.

“If you don’t close your mouth, a bug is likely to fly in.” He quips, at your shocked stupor. The passenger door swings open, not unlike when he held his hand open to you, “Come on, I have other things to do today.”

Your teeth clank as you shut your mouth closed, tentatively making your way over to him. It takes genuine effort not to pepper him with the millions of questions that are lingering on your mind. The fact that they will remain ignored is what keeps them as thoughts. The interior is dark, his tinting would most definitely be considered illegal as you can’t even see inside when up close. Carefully you slide into the seat, which is low to the floor, well whichever car he is, it's definitely a sporty interior.

Once settled inside, he shuts the door behind you and takes off. You try to peer outside the windows, but the dark tint made it almost impossible to see anything, however a familiar noise, the diesel engine of the old hoopty rv you had seen the morning before. “What in the name of.. Just what is that abomination?” Steeljaw incredulous voice asks, which has you sitting up faster than you spine likes.

“Shit! Let me–” you shift yourself in his interior, much to Steeljaw's chagrin. Your small stature made it easier to put yourself in the driver seat, gripping the steering wheel. You hear the squeaky wheels of the rv stop alongside Steeljaw. “Let me deal with this, please? This guy is kinda weird.”

Steeljaw acquiesced, with a disgruntled scoff. He allowed you to manipulate his features, the window sliding down. You’re met with exactly who you assumed it to be, “Oh hey!” Smiling pleasantly, you greet the old man. Steeljaw was unsettled with your contact with his wheel, he had never had another soul in his cab before and every graze of your warm touch against him was providing him unwanted neural feedback which made him tense.

“Oh-ho! You lived to tell the tales, I am impressed young-one. Not many last the night in these woods.” He laughed, and then grew serious, as he eyed the strange style of vehicle you were driving. “Say.. you didn’t see anything strange. Did you?” He leaned out of his window some.

“Strange? Hmm, no. Just some howling wolves.” You grin cheekily, which disarmed the old man. Your fingers started to rub at the leather, mindlessly tracing the seams. Steeljaw had to resist the urge to pull you out of himself. You adjusted, the heat and weight of your body against him becoming harder to ignore. Just why was he so affected by you? Surely the effects of the quill have subsided long ago?

“Ahh, well that’s good. I’ll hafta mark this area as cleared off, nothing strange to see for miles huh.” He almost sounded disappointed. “I won’t keep you longer, you get home safe now!”

Oh, thank you! Bye.” You go to wave, leaning your chest against the wheel to put your hand out. Your heartbeat was steady against him, making his spark respond in return, on instinct Steeljaw stepped on the gas to get away. The window goes back up on his accord, and you are quick to let go of the wheel. “Ah, sorry. Was–” You let the question die, knowing you probably wouldn’t get an answer anyway.

“Do you want me to move back to the passenger seat?” you gathered the courage to ask, wanting to ensure he was comfortable. You were inside him after all.

“Stay still. Don’t touch anything.” he fussed, tone almost scolding. Nodding in understanding you ease into the seat.

Ah, you just remembered that you’re not supposed to let your kidnappers take you to a secondary location. Gosh you really do have the self preservation of a sun-fish. Your body was so fatigued, however, that you doubted you could run very far. Your throat was sore and your shaky legs made it hard to even stand for long. You needed rest and a hot shower. Closing your eyes you simply unclench your jaw, relax your shoulders and lean fully into the chair.

You didn’t expect him to have a smell, since he’s supposed to be all metal, but he does. Something earthy and metallic. It clung to the interior cabin, and strangely made you comfortable enough to fall back asleep. The drive to your apartment in the city was long enough for you to nap at least 40 mins, you may have even slept the remaining duration if the piercing sound of your ringtone didn’t wake you up. Groaning, your hand rushed to find the offending square.

Steeljaw was silent, as he sped along the empty access road. You pull your phone to your ear, eyebrows bunched in annoyance, you don’t look at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“You’re alive! Haha.” Your friend of friend, Brian, was at the other end of the call, you almost wanted to hang up. Not now, you mentally complain. “I just wanted to see how your trip went, Monica was telling me that you were camping by yourself and I couldn’t help but be worried.”

“Oh, Brian… Hi. Thanks for checking in. All is good, I’m driving home right now.” You rubbed your temple, before you could cut the call short, he was quick to interject. “Did you have fun? That area is known to be a bit rough.”

You let out a breath through your nose, “Aha, yeah it was a little rough but.. I did have fun.” Your eyes finally opened at that, and you looked at the steering wheel which was operating itself. You didn’t notice the way the rear view mirror adjusted to have you in its view. “Brian, I appreciate the concern but I need to focus on the road. I can tex–”

“Did you use the portable stove I suggested? It’s supposed to have a lot of cool features.” He deflected, asking another question. You blink in surprise, “Uhh–”

Steeljaw was getting pissed off by the tedious interaction. His voice, which really wasn't originating from anywhere specific, cuts you off with a strong tone. “Just hang up already. I can’t focus with that irritating noise buzzing around.”

“Huh? Who was tha–” Brian starts, but you are not prepared with an excuse, explanation or the desire to justify ‘who’ Steeljaw was. “Bye Brian!” You quickly hang up and put your phone on do not disturb mode, not wanting to risk any additional notifications upsetting Steeljaw.

What the heck was that? Sitting in the silence for a moment, you can’t help the small chuckle that escaped you. Holding a hand to your smirking face you try to stifle it. “Now what?” He asks, wondering what’s got you laughing. “Heh, sorry. That was just a little funny.” You’ve gone back to your peaceful expression, coupled with a silly grin. Steeljaw much prefers this expression.

The rest of the trip was completed without incident, well aside from you having to practically beg Steeljaw to pull into a gas station just so you could go pee. He is eventually turning onto your street, the building of your apartment complex coming into view. Not that you doubted him, but you’re still surprised that you actually told him your address. You pointed him to a spot to park. There’s a lull as his engine finally cuts off, the steady rumbling stilling.

Clearing your throat you pull your bag onto your lap, suddenly feeling small. “Uh.. thanks?” You lamely start, not even sure where to look since technically you are inside him. “For not killing me? A-and for taking me home. You didn’t have to–” You wither under the silence. Before you can continue your awkward goodbye, Steeljaw’s flat voice speaks up, “Hold your wrist out.”

Your wrist? Lifting your arm you push your wrist closer to the dashboard, unsure where exactly he wanted you to go. A port opens up and a mechanical arm emerges, it was thin and had three pincer-like prongs at the end of it, in its grip was what looked like a bracelet. “What is this?” The arm deftly secured the chain around your wrist, even going so far as to solder it in place.

“Pay it no mind. If I require your service again, I will reach out to you.” The door opened, again he didn’t provide additional explanation, kind words or promises that he could not fulfill.

A humourless laugh left you, as you looked down at what could be interpreted as a gift, the delicate metal glistened in the light, there was a round pendant affixed to it which sort of looked like the moon. It was… pretty. Shaking your head, you glanced up. “Alright. Goodbye Steeljaw.” You pull yourself out of the vehicle, dragging your bag with you.

Stretching your sore body, you groan softly only to gasp when you noticed he was towing your car behind him. “When did you?” You gawked as he detached your car from his hitch, he pulled up next to you before leaving, “You really are inattentive.” He sneered a laugh and sped off.

And so you were left in the dust, the weight on your wrist tickled your skin, the ache in your loins grew stronger and your once calm heart beat, started to beat uncomfortably fast. You can deny all you like, but the reason for your flushed face and the squeezing of your heart, was getting further and further away from you by the second.

~🤖❤️~

Another piercing shrill screeching noise shattered the heavy atmosphere, debris and shrapnel comes flying through the air as an artillery round comes barreling in.

If your ears didn’t feel like they were stuffed with cotton you may have flinched from the noise, if you could feel anything anymore you are sure the sense of dread would be overwhelming. The sky above you was red and brown, like it was reflecting the blood split today.

Glancing around you wonder if this is the world's last mercy to you, for your short and sad life to end in such a way. Quiet and numb.

Ah, you want to cry but your eyes are too dry, were you really going to die without seeing him one last time? Would your last moments be just you pathetically recalling all your regrets? You should’ve just told him how you felt, everything feels so silly now. You can’t recall how you ended up here, barely hanging onto your consciousness as you imagine his indecipherable gaze.

Each breath you take took more effort than the last, you wanted to cough up but there’s still the barest hint of self preservation, if you cough you worry you’ll do more damage to your mangled body. You can only feel how cold you are now, but you let your memories keep you company as you feel death slowly embrace you.

You recalled your biggest regret, when you finally realized how you felt. As if it was happening before you, you can remember it vividly. The beams of sunlight as they danced across the seemingly neverending tree line. It was misty, which caused the light to refract all over and everything looked otherworldly.

The atmosphere at the base was tense, as usual things seem to get worse before they get better. In hopes of a change in pace for the bot, you’d taken him to an overlook that was high above the forest.

The silence between you was comfortable and expected, but when you turned to look at him, hoping to sneak a glance at the bot, he spoke something that pierced your heart.

“Facinating, how such beauty can be seen, in the seemingly mundane.” His low and even timbre caused gooseflesh to scatter across your skin. “Thank you for showing me that.”

Surprise was evident on your face, you never had a good poker face, there was a voice in the back of your head demanding more, you wanted him to keep talking forever and always. About anything he wanted.

However you pushed down your greed, feeling pride in even getting this far with him. You’d never heard his true voice before, he was firmly resolute in using artificial voices, you wouldn’t dare ask him why he allowed you, of all people, to hear his voice as you didn't want to press your luck.

Oh, Soundwave.

His frame was a sight for sore eyes, free of overcomplicated designs and with a pleasantly simple color scheme. You adored everything about the bot, his insistent need to watch and listen, document. He is diligent, and adaptable, you never thought he would change sides but he did. He was doing his best to make up for his past mistakes, and it made you heart clench whenever you would see him fall to his knees for his cassettes. Soundwave was a complex bot, and you know you would never truly be able to understand everything about him. However you have a selfish hope that you were able to provide him even the smallest amount of reprieve. That he wouldn't feel dread when you would seek him out and talk his audials off. That he found you at least somewhat tolerable amongst the many human allies the autobots have.

Yes this memory was bittersweet, before you could reminisce more, the crushing sensation of the end started to take place. You could no longer feel your hands and legs, your eyelids felt heavy. Everything felt so hard, breathing and living was taking more effort than you could provide any longer.

‘One more time’ you thought, you wanted to see him one more time.

Your eyelids fall closed, a haze clouding your vision. Trying to blink away whatever it was in your vision, you see a blazing ruby red. Not unlike Soundwaves visor. Shock hits you with that sudden realization, and like the last burst of energy of a light bulb about to fade out, your vision clears as you look up to Soundwave.

His voice, you can feel his voice through the vibrations in the air. Alas you can’t hear him, your eyebrows pinch together. Through the pain, you lift your head up to see him better, your broken arm reaches out to him.

Your vision starts to blur again as the tears you thought you couldn't produce anymore burst forth, oh you must look pathetic to him.

That doesn't matter now though, you know you’re far too gone to save. You see him falling to his knees, his hands are shaking as they hesitate to move you.

If you want to speak your peace you have to cough up the blood that's pooled in your throat. Your breath has a rattle like noise as you hack up, just as you suspected you felt an incredibly uncomfortable pop, as you coughed.

An indescribable sensation of peace comes over you at that moment, Soundwave disengaged his visor and battle mask, allowing you to finally see his face. Oh no, you don’t want to leave him now with that sad face of his.

He gets closer to allow you to touch him like you want, he is as gentle as he can be with your crushed hand.

With your last breath, you look into his optics, a broken smile wheels across your face. “I love you.”

Your heart feels light, as your body slowly starts to shut down, you know you don’t have long now. Losing the will to hold on anymore, you shut your eyes.

At least your last memory was of his handsome face, you wanted to laugh but you couldn't breathe anymore. The cough caused you to dislodge the broken rib that had pierced your lungs, with nothing to stop it, the blood poured in.

Soundwave was only able to watch, as the light in your eyes faded and the life of your body left. He wondered why those around him always seemed to suffer in his place. This was not your war, nor your sins to bear. Yet you’d stayed by his side and fought for him and his kind.

He sat back on his peds, feeling as if all the energon in his lines had been drained out. A memory of something you had said before comes across his processor, you had been talking about a book or comic you had read recently.

Reincarnation or being born again, something of that nature. Your lively face comes to mind, your hair bouncing around as you tell him the story of love and death and finding their soulmates after death. He was never one to humor fantasy stories, but you were so enamored by it that he couldn’t see any harm. No if fact he was very thankful the author made the story, if only to see your happy expression. You’d said something that didn’t stand out at the time, but maybe his bleeding spark just needs some inkling of hope.

You faced away from him, looking out the window to the dark of the night, “If such a thing were to happen to me, I’d be sure to find you!” Turning towards him you were flushed, and had a goofy grin on, “Promise.”

While he knew what you said was illogical, he couldn’t help but be touched by the sentiment. Would you really stay true to those words? Would you find him despite all odds, across time or space. Could you overcome death for him?

No, he wouldn’t let himself be driven into another corner like this. You were dead. It was his fault and he would have to bear the weight of losing you until Primus finally grants him the mercy of his own death.

He re-engaged his battle mask and visor, picking himself up, and carrying your body out of the wreckage. He would ensure you are buried somewhere quiet and beautiful.

Somewhere he thought you would like, and alongside you, he would bury his feelings.

No matter how much time and space passes between you and him, he will always ensure you aren’t lonely. He would remember you until he ceases to be. He recalls your light like you were his repentance for all his wrong doings. As if his suffering would undo all the bad.

Time would pass and he too would sacrifice himself for others, finally finding his purpose and an ability to set things right.

What a small price to pay, but if only he could bring back your light. Soundwave wished to Primus at his last moments, to grant you mercy, he would give his spark and everything else up just to allow you a chance again.

However fate always has a funny way of doing things, even without these simple beings dying left and right the universe always has a balance. Where there is life there is death, there cannot be joy and happiness if there is no suffering, what is wronged will eventually be right.

An unknown amount of time passes, and somewhere a clock that was once thought to be broken beyond repair, begins to slowly tick again. Tick.. tick.. tick..

The piercing noise of an alarm cuts through the silence of the once silent room. On the corner of an unkempt vanity, the red flicker of a light blinks to life.

He was slow to online, the foreign sensation of existing far too much and too fast for his processor to comprehend. Soundwave's vision clicks to life, and all too suddenly he’s being thrown far too many notifications and sensations.

He never expected to awake again.

When he gave his life he knew nothing was left, his frame and spark would’ve been reduced to nothing but particles and ash. His gaze bounced around in hopes of getting some answers. It takes him no time at all to realize he’s unable to move his frame, but he still feels the sensations, as if he was standing still of his own will.

With delayed notice his attention was grabbed when he saw a large body drag itself out of bed, Soundwave was glad he wasn’t able to move at the moment. He’s confident he wouldn’t have been able to not shuffle back at the sheer size of the human in front of him.

What is going on? He’s quick to recognize that he is in a human residence, the presumed owner, was shuffling out of said room at a slow pace.

He could hear a yawn bouncing off the walls as they traveled further into the building.

Soundwave tries his best but he's not able to control his body, frustrated and confused he is stuck trying to make sense of his predicament based on his surroundings.

When the human returns, they are just out of his visual field and he's unable to clearly see their face.

He cursed his existence as he felt wholly out of control, there was suddenly a vibration being sent out on whatever surface he was standing upon.

A grumbled groan comes out of the human, as they finally come into view. Alas they had a towel covering their face, as they scrubbed aggressively. Perhaps in an attempt to wake up?

Soundwave isn't sure but he'd appreciate it if they'd pick up their device, the vibration on his frame was incredibly jarring.

A quick snatch and a press of a screen and the human is pressing the device to their ear, turning away from Soundwave's view just as they dropped the towel from their face.

“Yes?” They replied, exhaustion heavy in their voice.

Soundwave with all his superior abilities, was able to hear the voice at the other end of the line clearly.

“Oh my god, did you just wake up?” A feminine voice accused pointedly.

A grunt of affirmation was the humans response.

She scoffed, “I set this up for you weeks ago! You bitch, you'd better not stand him up!”

Soundwave had a strange feeling in his spark, as the human he was currently looking at was just barely moving around enough for him to get a good look at.

He could barely see the side of an eyebrow ridge, the tip of a nose, just a hint of their cheek.

Yet the slightest view, made his spark jolt in his chassis.

He must be insane, there's no way.

He denies the facts laid out before him as his wishful thinking.

There's no way, he didn't deserve this.

He didn't deserve you— and before he can complete his self-deprecating train of thought, your beautiful, loud and genuine laugh breaks the silence in the room.

You fully turn towards him, your eyes crinkled in mirth, you looked tired but a good tired. One where it's because you slept too well and too long, your cheeks were full and healthy. You'd looked even more beautiful than he'd remembered.

His spark could stop functioning right this moment and he'd still be the happiest bot Cybertron ever knew.

Whilst Soundwave was currently developing a new religion dedicated to you, you were busy being an absolute menace to your friend.

“Girl, relax. I'll make it in time, but uh-honestly I'm not looking forward to this.” You sighed as you went about your room gathering all your articles of clothing for this blind date.

She whined at your lackluster response, “Just give him a chance! You can't keep complaining about being single and then refusing to date anyone!”

She got you there, you mutter to yourself under your breath. “Yes, yes I know! It's just…” you begin, moving away from the clothes laid out on your bed to your vanity, your eyes jump up to the lone figure standing tall amongst other nick-knacks, “I dunno, they just don't feel like the one, you know?” You finish lamely, as you sit yourself onto your vanity chair.

Your hand goes up to trace the figure, a single digit pokes his peds, and gently trails up to trace the edges and planes. Until you reach his chest piece, which you gently run your finger across mindlessly admiring his features.

“How would you know that if you don't give them a fuckin’ chance?” she curtly rebuked.

Snorting at your friend's crass nature, you heave a silent sigh, “Yeah, yeah! Ok, I'll try. That's all I can promise.” You relent not wanting to have to explain this weird feeling in your heart that's not even concrete to yourself.

She mirrored your sigh, “At least try to get laid—God knows you need to loosen your bitch ass up.”

You giggled at her, “Shuddup!’ you roll your eyes as if she can see you, “I'll keep you posted, I'll send you my location just in case your mystery guy turns out to be Ted Bundy or some shit.”

She gasps at your comment, “If I knew someone as hot as him I'd save him for myself!”

“Ugh, I'm not going to even begin to try to reply to that hot mess of a statement. Goodbye you freak! I'll keep you posted.” You're quick to hang up, mostly because you really need to get ready and if you don't hang up on her now you'll never be ready in time.

You make quick work of getting yourself all dolled up, wearing a tastefully sexy outfit that's got enough layers to help conceal yourself in case he turns out to be not worth the effort.

With a final swipe of a red lipstick, you slip your shoes on and grab your phone. Your finger taps against his ped on accident as you grabbed your phone in a haste. Causing him to lose balance and tip over, “Oh shoot!” You whisper-shout to yourself, as you quickly wrap a hand around him so he doesn't fall and disassemble himself.

You're quick to right him back on his feet. and take a quick moment to admire him once more. You feel your lip twitch, as a sudden impulsive thought comes to mind.

A smile slowly wheeled across your face, as you leaned down your face coming in close to his, “I bet he won't be as handsome as you, Soundwave.” you place a soft kiss over his face plate. A large smudge of lipstick stain is left in its wake.

A light giggle leaves you, as at times like this, even you are baffled by how silly you are.

Feeling goofy and a little bit amorous, you finally gather all your items and leave your house. Your heart is light and for the first time you feel like maybe this will be the night.

With hope in your heart, you turn the keys in your car over and drive to the agreed upon destination. Without the slightest inclination of the flustered and confused bot you left in the wake of your departure.

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