#sparkride

Typewith: http://typewith.me/moreProwl Title: Of Minibots And Monsters Rating: … kinda high, actually. Not even counting porn. Summary: Sometimes saving someone is worth it. Shockwave knows this very well. Notes: There is abuse, mentions of rape, and lots of other things in this story. It is kinda triggery. Just… use caution, okay?

He kisses his little bots softly, "Goodnight, my minibots."

Sedan and Sparkride cuddle against him, murmuring their own goodnight as well. He is not surprised to not hear anything from the ninjabot, but he'll have plenty of time to train him later.

Oil Slick looks at him with an unreadable expression on his face for a long moment before finally saying, "You will let Tap-Out go."

"No," Shockwave answers him, and then turns his attention back to his datapad.

Wicked claws reach up to pull the datapad down, and force his optic back on the ninjabot. "Yes. You will let him go now."

"No." Shockwave dislikes repeating himself, and he pulls the datapad back. "He is mine. I captured him, and he will be learning to enjoy his new life with my minibots." He gently flicks a claw at Oil Slick, "Go back to your triple-changer. I hear he has been admiring a truckbot recently. One of those slutbot models with the glass over their sparkplates."

Oil Slick gives him a flat look, "What he's doing isn't important right now. What is important is the fact that you have a ninjabot that you are keeping as a berth slave. Ninjabots are not meant to be caged."

He turns away, "That's nice. He will learn to love being with us. You should accept that. Lord Megatron had no problem with me keeping Tap-Out."

Even though Shockwave is growing irritated with the bot, even after only two sols. The frustrating mech had tried taking Glider out of the room. Right now Tap-Out is very firmly stuck in the cage and has several codes running through him to show how horrible of a bot he is for trying to steal a sparkling.

There was no forgiveness for such an act. Perhaps if Tap-Out proved himself loyal to Lord Megatron and subservient to his other minibots and Shockwave, then he might redeem himself in a vorn or two for having tried something so heinous.

He had tried apologizing, but Shockwave had been in no mood to listen to him, and Sedan had been calling out for the bot's spark, clutching Glider to his chest protectively. He knows if he leaves Sedan around Tap-Out alone now, Tap-Out is unlikely to survive the encounter.

He is willing to wait just a little while longer, but he will likely let his little bot kill the ninjabot if Tap-Out keeps pushing. He has no interest in minibots that do such terrible things.

Oil Slick glares down at him, "Let him go. I will not allow you to keep him there. Ninjabots are not meant to be in captivity, and you never should have done this in the first place."

He puts the datapad back in front of his face, "I think I hear your triple-changer calling you. Get out of my office."

"No." Oil Slick climbs up onto his desk and sits down on it, right in front of his monitors, like a twitchy cybercat needing some attention. He's fairly certain that if he shared that comparison with Oil Slick, Shockwave would lose an antler to those wicked claws. "You will release him, Shockwave. Ninjabots are not meant to be put in chains."

He reshapes his optic and gives the bot an arch look. "Oh? I think your Blitzwing would argue against that."

Oil Slick hisses, making the cybercat comparison all the more apt, and twitches his claws angrily, "You know what I mean, fragger!"

Primus, he doesn't want to deal with this. He had been considering getting rid of Tap-Out because of the sparkling stealing, but now this is going to make him give the ninjabot more time to adjust since he doesn't want Oil Slick to think he has any sway over what he does. "Leave, Oil Slick. Go to your lover, and let me work. I know that you have work, you can do that."

"Yes. My work is getting you to release the ninjabot that you have been sparkraping."

Shockwave pushes the little bot off of his desk. "You know very well that I do not take unwilling lovers, cyclebot. He has enjoyed everything we have done to him; begged for most of it." He pauses, "Except for the punishments, which he has earned on his own merit. If you had a sparkling with Blitzwing and the bot had tried to steal it, I know he would no longer be alive."

The mech gives him a very dark look, "Until you release the bot, consider our trades null and void."

He watches the mech leave, and sighs softly. He had been hoping to get that armor for Sedan, and several other things. The bot had even gotten a few things he was needing, and Shockwave was just waiting on him. Now he needs to deal with this, as well.

The minibot was becoming less and less wanted the more he stays.

At this point, it may prove best to just drop the thing off on another planet with a sharp warning to never cross paths with Shockwave again. He fumes silently at his desk and turns the screen displaying his Precious to the front, studying it. Sedan is holding Glider near the ninjabot's cage, hissing something at the bot inside.

Oh, dear. His Sweetspark has apparently realized that his cameras do not have good audio coverage in that particular spot and is taking advantage of that. He's going to have to paddle Sedan's aft when he gets home this sol.

He's also going to have to upgrade the audio, as well. He hadn't needed to before, but this bot is making him do all sorts of things he never wanted to do. He is not the least bit happy about that.

He rubs Sedan's aft softly, glaring down at Tap-Out, "You are far more trouble than you're worth."

Sedan squirms on his lap, sniffling as Shockwave's claws stroke the soft, heated metal. His little Sweetspark hadn't enjoyed the spanking at all-but it would have defeated the purpose if he had. Sedan was not meant to enjoy his punishments. If he had writhed the way Oil Slick does when bent over a lap, Shockwave would have needed to find a new punishment for him instead of spanking.

Tap-Out stares at him with blazing, furious optics, "And you wonder why I think it's not safe to leave a sparkling with you when you choose to discipline your lover for having a private conversation."

He pets his Precious softly, "He knows that he isn't supposed to do that. If he had kept his voice at a reasonable volume, I wouldn't have needed to do this at all. He was obviously telling you not to touch our sparkling, but he chose to keep it quiet when he knows I like hearing him."

Sedan curls up against him, "I... I won't do it again."

He rubs his little bot's back, "I know you won't, Precious. I hate having to punish you for this, but you know better."

His little bot offers him a wobbly smile, "Y-yes. If I want private communication, I am to use my private coms. I'm sorry." He nuzzles Shockwave's claws. "He made me so mad that I forgot." Sedan kisses one of his claws, his visor dim. "Let me make it up to you?"

Stroking his back, Shockwave gives him a silent shake of his head, and then answers, "No. Later, little one. I am thinking of what to do with our ninjabot right now."

Sedan cuddles against him, nodding silently.

Tap-Out glares, "You sicken me."

Shockwave really doesn't want to deal with this bot. Sedan adores him, Sparkride loves it here, and Glider is the happiest sparkling he's ever seen. He has no clue why Tap-Out is such a terrible minibot. He wouldn't be surprised if it is all that ninjabot coding in him making him so irritating. Oil Slick is hard to pay attention to when he's going off on a ninjabot rant.

He just wishes he could figure out a good way to get rid of Tap-Out, since he knows offlining the fragger will make Oil Slick all the more upset.

Dumping the bot on a random planet is more and more appealing with each passing sol. "If you have nothing pleasant to say and continue to speak, I will have your glossa removed," he warns. Drop him off with his armor stripped in the middle of a whorebot garden. Possibly with a note attached to his chest, letting the whorebots know to take advantage of their gift before the ninjabot manages to escape his chains.

The ninjabot hisses at him, hiding in the blankets and meshes. Sedan glares at the bot angrily, still curled up tightly against Shockwave, "I don't want him out of the cage."

He really can't blame his love for wanting that at all, not when he's so angry at the bot over everything. "Then he will stay in the cage." He doesn't like that he has yet to actually 'face the bot, since the mech keeps refusing his spark. He has only gotten to play with the tiny spark with his claws, and it has become increasingly irritating to deal with.

He does not want to get rid of the bot before he finally gets to feel his spark on the minibot, but it is increasingly likely that's what is going to happen.

It's very irritating, but he will have to deal with it. After all, up until his little Sweetspark, he only rarely had the opportunity to interface his sweet little minibots. He had felt so few tiny, gorgeous sparks against his own, and he savors each and every interface with them.

Which made the bot's stubborn refusal even more infuriating. Had he been less noble of a bot, he would simply hack the bot into willingness. It would be easy enough to do.

But Shockwave wants his bots very willing and eager, without the subtle twitches that even the best hack will induce in their behavior.

Sedan cuddles into him a little more, legs shaking against him weakly, "I... I don't want him in the berthroom. He continually shows he has not earned it."

Shockwave rubs his sore little bot softly, "I know, Precious, I know. But we need to make sure he doesn't do anything dangerous. I could not live with myself if he escaped and damaged anything. I will figure something out, and then we will have no troubles to deal with again."

If his little bot takes it as a death threat, all the better. He wants the ninjabot to feel threatened after what he's done. After trying to steal a sparkling. Shockwave strokes his Sedan, fondling the cute little aft of his lover, making him squirm even more, trying to evade the touches to his sensitive armor plating. He loves making his little bots wiggle like this after they have been punished.

He looks down at the ninjabot in his lap, not even bothering to pet the mechs horns, and disconnects the datapad he used to put the finishing touch on the hacking he did. "There. You won't be able to lie about what you did to my sparkling. And you can not lie about what I'm about to do, either."

Tap-Out glares at him from behind the mouthclamp, wanting to start cursing at him.

He sets the bot on the ground, claws firmly on his little shoulder, "The planet I'm putting you on is Bedlam, it is a Autobot friendly neutral planet, and you can return to Cybertron or wherever else you want to go easily enough. If you come near Decepticon space, do not be surprised if I remove your spark."

Tap-Out makes noises behind the mouthclamp, and Shockwave smiles to himself as the bot realizes he is being dumped in the crystal garden of a brothel, right beside the red cora cluster. He watches the minibot's optics cloud over as the bot begins to writhe on the ground in his chains, trying to flip over to rub his spark on the crystals.

As much as he would love to record it all, the noise has drawn the attention of the bots inside, and Shockwave makes a reluctant exit before he can be spotted.

When he returns to the ship, he has slipped into his Longarm disguise to stave off attention paid to him. Longarm's cheerful demeanor and blue optics sliding interest right off him. He can't wait until he sees his Precious.

Slipping into the door, he walks into the main area, searching for a few cubes of specialty blend energon. He wants to celebrate the loss of a sparkling stealer, and him being able to get Oil Slick to continue to make the armor for his little bot. He looks forward to his Precious looking even tinier and stronger than ever.

The thought of it makes his spark pulse.

Suddenly something slams into him from behind, and there's a soft hum and pressure against his throat as an energy blade flickers to life. "Who the frag are you and why are you on my ship?" his little bot hisses in his audio, digging the blade in just enough to singe his armor. "This ship belongs to Shockwave, and he will not deal kindly with you if you are still here when he returns, intruder."

His spark swells at how well his beloved deals with bots, even if he isn't exactly happy having that done to him. He starts to move his servo to Sedan's, only for the blade to dig in a little tighter, and the little bot to start to growl wordlessly. He lets his servo drop, slipping out of his normally Longarm voice to his normal one. "It is perfectly okay, Sedan."

His little bot gives him a confused look, but the blade does not move, "You can mimic his voice, but that doesn't mean that you are him. I'm not going to let an Autobot into here. It is better to have an empty shell than to allow an intruder in."

Shockwave slowly unfolds himself, joints hinging up and out, limbs extended to their normal positions, and he can feel his little bot venting against him with shock. He reaches up and takes the energy blade from Sedan's loose grip. "I had forgotten that I had not let you see my disguise, my little one." He plucks Sedan from his shoulder and cradles him against his chest. "You are surprisingly fierce. I like that."

Sedan relaxes in his hold, curling up against him, "I was worried about you. We're on this planet, and you could have gotten hurt. If I had known you could do this, I wouldn't have been so on edge and jumpy. I wouldn't have attacked you!"

He kisses his lovely little bot, "I don't mind you doing that, since you've shown that you are very competent at fighting. If I hadn't done that, I never would have known!"

Sedan gives him a spark-broken look, "This was... a test?"

He shakes his head quickly, nuzzling and kissing his love, "No, Precious, no. Not at all. I wouldn't do that to you. I'm just glad to know that you are perfectly able to take care of yourself without me here."

"I don't like it," Sedan mutters, clutching at him. "I don't like being without you." He dims his visor. "Show me your disguise again? I didn't get a good look."

Shockwave folds himself down until he's much smaller, large for an Autobot, but rather small for a neutral or Decepticon. He is a master at fitting and folding himself this way, and any discomfort he had felt early in life has long since faded away. This frame feels almost as natural as his other, though he always feels better when he is not compacted. "Do you like it?" he asks, moving his false mouth as he flickers his false optics at his lover.

Sedan rubs tiny fingers along his face, a small frown on his mouth, "I guess?" His little bot touches his false mouth, touching his dente with a frown, "I like your gears more, and you are not as wonderful to cuddle against like this."

He moves forward, kissing Sedan softly, small glossa flicking in, "But you don't mind it, do you? I can remain out of disguise entirely if that is what you wish."

Sedan frowns, touching him again, "I never said that. I wouldn't mind 'facing you like this if you wanted. Just..." His chest is rubbed softly, "Can you go back to your purple color? I like that so much more."

Triggering his paint to swap pallets is easy enough, and Sedan sighs with pleasure against him. "The shades I use would be rather suspicious on an Autobot frame. I avoid this color scheme when I am in this disguise." He dims his false optics and grinds his plates against Sedan. "My spark is still the same." As are his mods, and he is wondering how long it will be before Lord Megatron demands to interface him this way.

Sedan grinds back, visor dimming in return, "I suppose we have time to test that out, don't we?"

He smiles with his false mouth, "We certainly do. I'm going to a truly neutral planet, and you can be at my side when I'm not in disguise."

His little bot's fingers brush his head, "I will take advantage of the fact that you're in it now, then."

Lifting his lover up a bit more, Shockwave carries him into the berthroom, "Oh, yes. I believe we will have to take advantage of the fact that this ship has autopilot." He triggers it to get them away from the planet and the ninjabot, and then pushes Sedan onto the berth. "Will you be eager for me, or reluctant to 'face the Autobot intruder?"

His little bot squirms under his servos, "For now, I want to 'face you because it is you, just in a different frame. We can play games later." A finger drifts along his arm, "Later tonight, even. I just want you how you are now, though."

He smiles, allowing himself his normal mannerisms, even if they feel slightly awkward in his body as it is now, "Only because it is you, Precious." He leans down, kissing Sedan softly, "Only for you."

His little bot opens for him, visor dimming even more, "I love you."

He straddles Sedan slowly, opening his plates, "I love you, too."

He runs his claws slowly along the slim rod of metal, tapping it softly to make sure that the paint inside of it is not going to escape, and frowns. He knows that it is perfect, and nothing can ruin it, but he is still worried.

His little bot is recharging on their berth, curled up next to Glider for a stasis nap as he looks in the vidscreen, but he is going to have to wake him soon.

He has finished the bonding brush, and he knows his little bot wants a bonding. He is still worried. He doesn't want Sedan to think that the brush isn't good enough, or just accepts because it means they are finally getting bonded.

Sparkride is sitting off to one side, weaving something out of long strands of supple metal. He thinks it's supposed to end up as a blanket of some sort, but Shockwave was never one for crafting such things. He might purchase them, and hunt for the ones made by Scalpel's kin-which were slagging impossible to find nowadays, weavers are so rare now-but he did not understand making them.

He creeps out his office and sends Sparkride a text, Go into the living area and wait for me on the couch. I have something to show you, and would like your opinion on it.

Hopefully his petbot will put the blanket supplies down and leave Glider and Sedan in recharge.

He watches intently as Sparkride packs the items away, and smiles when the minibot soothes Sedan back into recharge when the movement wakes his little bot up. Sparkride puts Glider in her little sparkling berth because of something Sedan said, it was a little too quiet to make out, but he knows it was only that silent because his Precious is half offline.

When Sparkride is sitting on the couch in the main room, he leaves his office to go back to his quarters. The bonding brush is in his subspace, since he doesn't want anyone to stop him and demand he show it off before he gets an opinion from a bot he actually trusts to know what to say. Unlike from Oil Slick, who will just insult it and demand that he never use it at all.

He just wishes the ninjabot would stop freaking out about bonding, and finally let Blitzwing present a brush. At least then, he wouldn't have to deal with the cyclebot's attitude about how much he loves Sedan.

And the pair could frag each other senseless and still invite just as many bots to their berth. It was not as if Blitzwing was fool enough to ask for a sparkbond, even if the mad bot clearly longed for one.

Part of the time.

He was, after all, rather mad. His desires rarely stabilized much more than his face ever did.

The rest of the time the bot lusted after slutty truckbots and slim cyclebot frames, and occasionally interfaced with the tiny cyclebot minionbot that lurked around, following Oil Slick like a particularly persistent sentient fungus.

He slips into the room, walking over to his little pet bot. Sparkride looks at him for a little bit, then looks away, "What toy did you get this time?"

Ah, his little bot thinks he's going to stick something in his sparkchamber or valve. Well, he isn't Lord Megatron, and he hasn't been requested to do anything. "Not a toy, little bot." He tilts Sparkride's head up, kissing him demandingly, glossa flicking in. "Something far more important." He smiles, "Not for you, either. As I said, I want your opinion." He starts to reach into his subspace, "You must tell me if Sedan will like it. Not for what it is, though. I know he'll like it for that. But for what it looks like."

"Did you finally . . ," the bot trails off, and then leans back, "show me what you want me to look at."

He pulls the bonding brush out of his subspace and kneels down so Sparkride can take a closer look at it. Shockwave holds it close to the little bot, letting him examine all the details on the handle, which is curled around with intricate golden wires entwined with silver curls and a delicate pattern of purple beneath it all. Sparkride hums, optics brightening a bit. "It's lovely."

There's a horrified, sparkbroken gasp behind him, and Shockwave turns to find Sedan staring at them with a visor so dim it's almost completely offline.

He reaches over to his little bot, "Prec-"

Sedan sobs softly, mouth hidden behind a servo, "Y-you don't want me?"

"Oh, Precio-" He's cut off by his little bot rushing past him, making hurt sounds as he runs out the door, slipping past his claws. "Sedan!" He gets up, shoving the bonding brush in his subspace as he takes off after his little bot. When he gets to the hallway, his beloved little bot is nowhere to be found, and he doesn't know where to even begin looking.

Sparkride stands by his peds, having rushed out with him, "I . . that was not slagging good at all. We should find him before he does something stupid."

Shockwave pushes Sparkride back into his quarters. "You will stay and watch Glider and I will find my Sweetspark and explain that I was only getting your opinion." He would never propose a bond to their berthbot. He may love Sparkride in his own way, but it is not the same as loving Sedan. Not even a little bit.

Sparkride gives him a dirty look, but nods, "He could be with Lord Megatron."

He sighs softly, "Maybe." He closes the door, walking over to his Lord's room, knocking softly on the door. When it opens, he is not the least bit surprised to see Starscream. He gets yanked off his peds into the room, and pushed against the wall demandingly.

"You're here early, not that I'm complaining. Spread your legs."

That is something he doesn't like about the seeker. He shakes his head, "No. I'm looking for Sedan. He took off, and I wanted to know if he's here."

The seeker, frowns at him, claws tapping on his side, "No. Why did he run away from you, anyway? I can't think of any reason why. Your little bot fragging adores you."

"There was a misunderstanding." He pushes the claws away from his pelvic armor as the bot tries to encourage him to spread his thighs apart. "I need to find him. I will assume from your reactions that he is not here."

Starscream fondles him, still stubbornly attempting to have his way, "He is not. I'm sure he'll make his way back to your room eventually. He knows where he belongs, unlike some bots, who do not know when to spread their legs and let their superiors take their valves."

He glares at the bot, legs firmly shut, "I'm going to ask him to bond with me."

The mech pauses, servo stilling, "Right now?" He nods, and the bot pulls away, "Well, that changes things." The seeker moves back close, rubbing pelvic armor, "Sparkbonding?"

He shakes his head, "Just bonding. He doesn't like 'facing mods, and doesn't want to shut Sparkride out of our berth."

Starscream rubs his face, claws touching his mouth, "Sparkbonding has all sorts of advantages, though. You'd love it."

"It means that I could not have sparklings with my other minibots," Shockwave says, opening his mouth to suck obediently on the claws. Appeasing Starscream in this way meant he would be more willing to help him track down his Sweetspark. "I do intend to spark with Sparkride some sol."

"Really?" Starscream chuckles, "Oh, yes. When you get him with sparkling, you will have to bring him to our berth."

He twirls his gears softly, "Of course. I'd have it no other way."

The seeker kisses him after removing his claws, "Good." He's gently pushed to the door, "Now get out before I shove you in the berth. I'll be sure to have bots help you look for your minibot. No one wants to lose their soon-to-be-bonded. We'll find him soon."

He relaxes a bit, stepping out the door, "Thank you, Starscream."

The seeker slips a claw under his chin, tipping his face up into another kiss, "I'll even make sure Strika doesn't join in. Since she'd only scare him further into hiding."

From what Shockwave understands, Lugnut is quite sparkbroken that he is not allowed to watch Glider when they need a sparkling sitter. He would trust his sparkling with Lugnut easily enough, but not with Strika. Not after what she had done. Perhaps when she leaves with Team Chaar on a long mission, he will allow Lugnut to care for Glider some evening.

But he can deal with that later.

He kisses the seeker softly, murmuring another thanks, and the bot pushes him away, servo trailing on his back and lingering on his aft, "Go find your little loverbot, no need to thank me. If he's in one of the other Generals' rooms, we'll com you. But go search the base." The mech pauses, looking at him knowingly, "Have you tried comming him, though?"

He hasn't, which is foolish. He shakes his head, putting his claw to his temple, "Sedan?" There's nothing but silence in return. "He isn't answering."

The seeker smiles, "Go check your recordings. You'll find him easily. If you can't, we'll start the search in earnest."

If the seeker finds him first, Shockwave knows what sort of thank you gift the mech will expect from him. He won't even object to the kinky things the seeker will ask him to do.

But he intends to find his spark's desire before the seeker does. He settles in front of his monitors and pulls up the camera recordings of the hallways around his room, and watches his little bot flee and then tracks him through the halls and into a lift, which carries him several levels down. The minibot then rushes down empty hallways and ends up in the datapad storage racks, curled up in a corner.

He smiles, heading out of his office, walking quickly through the halls in a much less circuitous route than his little bot, and makes it to the storage racks quickly. His little mech's ped is sticking out from under one of the storage racks, and he sends a small text to Starscream informing him to not to start the search since he has his little bot in his sight.

He peeks around the corner, looking down at Sedan, and murmurs softly, "Precious?"

His minibot is curled up in the datapads, sobbing softly into his knees, and he looks so hurt and broken, it makes his spark feel like tiny cracks are creeping along the surface of it. Just one tap could break it.

Sedan looks up, optical lubricant smearing his cheeks, "Wh-wh-why are you b-bonding with him? You . . you said you loved me!" Sedan gets up and hisses at him abruptly, "I'll offline him before you get to paint his finger!"

Shockwave pulls the little bot onto his lap, stroking his shaking frame. "It was a misunderstanding, sweetspark. I do not want to bond with Sparkride. I was only showing him a bonding brush." He drops his voice a bit, "Our bonding brush."

His little bot gives him a hurt look, "Then why was he getting shown it? I ... I should h-ha-" His little bot shutters his optics, looking away.

He kisses Sedan softly, "I wanted to know if you'd like it. He'd know if you like it."

His Precious curls up in his arms, shaking his head, "Y-you sho-should have gi-given it to me first. I'd ha-have loved it no matter what. You shouldn't have let him have it!"

"He does not have it, Sweetspark." Shockwave pulls out the brush, "See? I still have the brush. It has not been given to another bot, because I will only give it to you. Sparkride did not even touch it."

Sedan stares at the brush and sniffles, his optics going wide, "It's . . ."

Oh, dear, his little bot thought the brush was too gaudy, or perhaps not pretty enough, and he was going to reject it and then Shockwave would spend the rest of his sols miserable and bondless, with his little bot hinting that he wanted a mech with better taste in brushes, and -

"-perfect."

Well... that's a relief.

He kisses his Precious lovingly, glad that he can do so in public now. It is well known he has a mouth since Megatron and Starscream keep yanking him into kisses, and he had to lick Megatron's spike with Lugnut while his leader had that call with the Autobots.

"I'm so glad you like it, Love." His claws draw along Sedan's sides, "Will you accept, then?"

Sedan laughs softly, "You already knew I'd never say no." He's tugged down into a demanding kiss, "I love you. Of course I'm going to say yes."

Shockwave's spark pulses with joy, and he clutches his Sweetspark against him, kissing him with all the love his processor can put into it.

The wonderful thing about bonding with a bot that already has a sparkling is the adorably grumpy looks that said sparkling gives when you spend several megacycles putting complicated painted decorations on her so she will match with her creator. Shockwave tickles her frame, trying to get her to smile, and she bites his claws viciously, drawing his attention to his bonding mark. It's a beautiful bit of ancient Cybertronian, scrolling around his claw in a complicated knot. It's gorgeous, and makes the simple decorated ring he'd put on Sedan look plain.

He jiggles their sparkling - officially theirs, since the paint on her was used to signify that as well - a little more, smiling softly at her, and leans down to kiss his bonded on the head, "Love you."

Sedan leans against him visor dim with happiness, "I love you, too." His servo is pulled down, "We should get going, love. If we wait around here too long, it is very bad luck."

He would like to stay with Glider a little longer, deeply pleased with the fact that the special, Allspark-blessed paint absorbing into her frame to let her accept his spark as her creator, but knows his little bot is correct. "True. We'll give her to Sparkride just before we get on the ship."

He'd been granted a wonderful honeymoon as well; a full decacycle away from the base and his responsibilities to celebrate his bonding. He intended to spend it mostly in the berth, although the resort claimed to have a crystal garden he wanted to share with Sedan. Especially if the rumors of the red cora clusters and bots willing to drag you out of them after you had sated yourself were true. It was not the sort of thing you could openly advertise, after all.

Sedan curls against him, and he picks the little bot up, "Anyone else we need to speak to before we go?"

Sedan hums softly, "Lord Megatron gave his blessing, Blitzwing congratulated us twice, once as Icy and once as Random, Lugnut said how happy he was for us, and Starscream was disappointed that he couldn't frag your valve one last time."

He nods, "That does sound like all of it. I'm just glad that General Strika decided to stay away. I'm not sure how I feel with her around you."

Of course, one should not speak ill of a bot unless they want that bot to suddenly arrive, and it is as if his words have summoned Strika up from whatever pit she had been hiding in, as she strides proudly through the doors with several tiny bots trailing after her.

Ah. She's apparently decided to take some pets for herself and crash his bonding and-

Wait.

One of those bots was a minibot.

How dare she take a mini as a pet and then parade him in front of Shockwave?

She spots him, optics lighting up, and walks to him quickly, "Shockvave!"

He offlines his optic, holding his little bots close, "What is it, Strika?" He just wants to go to the ship and not deal with her, and her uncaring servos. She doesn't know how to take ca-

"Pa-... papas?" Sedan says softly, peeking over his arm to the ground at the little bots next to Strika.

He blinks down at them, "These are your creators?" At his Precious' nod, he sets him down, and looks at Strika, "What do you want?" Such a thing only comes at a steep price, and he knows he will be paying for a very long time if Team Chaar has anything to say about anything.

Sedan makes a soft noise and runs into his creators' arms, and they embrace him with all the affection of bots who likely assumed their sparkling was offline, or worse. He wonders if they knew what Sedan had been made to do. He wonders what they had been doing.

Strika tips her head to one side, "I vant your forgiveness for my hurting your bot. It vill not happen again, and I vant you to allow us to vatch Glider and any other sparklings you vill be having in the future."

He looks at Sedan, and holds Glider out to Strika, pulling her away for a moment, "His creators are not berthbots, are they?"

She huffs softly, "They are your bonding gifts. You can do whatever you like vith them. I am sure that your bonded vill vant them to be free, but that is your call."

He smiles, setting Glider in her servos, "Then, yes, you can look after her." He pauses, looking down at Sedan and his creators, "I don't know what to do with them yet, but I imagine they will be spending time with Sparkride."

"Mostly likely," Strika reaches over and lowers her voice, "They vere vorking in the mines and vere quite damaged. Especially the minibot vone. You vould do vell to go easy on them for now, Shockvave. They vere quite afraid, and the bots there had been taunting them vith the fact that their only sparkling vas condemned to a life of servicing sparks."

Shockwave makes a note of that, and then gives Glider a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Thank you. I believe this means we will be delaying our honeymoon a sol or so while my Sweetspark enjoys the company of his creators, and I show them that I love their sparkling."

Strika smirks at him, "That is bad luck, and you know it. They know that you vill be going, and have talked to me about that."

He frowns, "I still thi-"

Sedan comes over to him, reaching up to be held, "Let's go, Shockwave."

He picks his little bot up, frowning, "You don't want to stay wi-"

He's kissed demandingly, "They're bonded, too. They know what we're doing. We can talk to them after we get back."

"If that is what you want, my Sweetspark," Shockwave is willing to risk bad luck to keep his beloved happy. Even if the resort they are going to is rumored to have hosted the Allspark at one time in the distant past. They claim that interfacing there has a higher chance of sparkling creation than anywhere else save the Allspark temple itself. As much as he would enjoy spreading Sedan out on the altar there, it is not an option for a Decepticon.

Sedan curls up in his arms as they walk out of the room, "I do. Let's go to the resort, I want to try out that crystal garden."

He smiles, kissing his little bot. "Of course, Precious."

Typewith: http://typewith.me/moreProwl Title: Of Minibots And Monsters Rating: … kinda high, actually. Not even counting porn. Summary: Sometimes saving someone is worth it. Shockwave knows this very well. Notes: There is abuse, mentions of rape, and lots of other things in this story. It is kinda triggery. Just… use caution, okay?

If his Sweetspark wants Tap-Out humiliated, he can do it easily enough. They move the minibot over and he sends out a message to several of his intelligence agents that have been rather tardy in offering their reports to him. He orders them to come immediately with their files, and then settles in to watch his minibot have an embarrassingly thorough exam.

He pets the minibot on the helmet, deeply amused at all the various traps that had been found and cleaned out. He is amazed that the medical wash had even taken off a thin layer of shine that had apparently been meant to paralyze a bot after an overload. His little ninjabot was very prepared for escaping from the berth after an interface, but the medical exam stopped that in its tracks.

The spark exam even removed a latent virus that would only effect the other bot.

Now his minibot is clean and shiny and ready to be used however they please. And he plans on using the bot quite thoroughly. His spark was so pretty when the medic overloaded it, and his minionbots had crowded around the berth to watch the bot have his spark manipulated.

His optics had been blazing with something-fury or arousal-and it had been a beautiful sight. He recorded it for his Sweetspark's enjoyment.

He pinches lightly at his little bot's new horns, proud of himself for crafting the helmet so it looks the same as the one he had before. He thinks the new armor he put on the bot after the protoform check is so much better than that bulky and thick armor before. It isn't as strong as the armor he plans on putting Sedan in, but just as thin.

It doesn't matter that this is whorebot armor for Tap-Out. If his little consort-to-be protests it, he will replace it, though. He just thinks it adds to whatever it is Sedan was proving to the ninjabot.

Most likely showing that his Precious is willing and able to provide punishment for acting incorrectly.

It's adorable that his minibot is pulling rank on the other minibots. It makes him want to pull Sedan on top of him and let the little bot ride his spark and show everyone that he gets to do with Shockwave whatever he pleases-as long as it pleases Shockwave as well. It's almost enough to make him want to get some temporary bonding paint to show that they are engaged to be bonded.

But no.

He wants to show his little bot how serious he is about bonding. Only the most permanent paint will do, and with the best bonding brush. Anything less would be an insult to their love.

And he wants to see his Precious with the paint to see how happy he is.

Maybe his little bot will smudge him a bit in his excitement. He's always liked that idea. It showed how much the other bot loved the one that was there. He wouldn't smudge Sedan's, of course, but that doesn't mean he'd not like his if it wasn't perfect.

He steps into his room and places the restrained, mouth-clamped minibot on the berth. It's been long enough that Sparkride has had his own mouthclamp removed, and the ex-cyclebot is sitting respectfully to one side of Sedan, optics dim. It looks as if Megatron had not demanded Sparkride. Likely because Shockwave had chided him over his obvious attempts at stretching the bot's valve. Every single time he sends Sparkride over, the bot comes back with a sore valve from having it fingered and played with too much. It's obvious that Megatron and Starscream are trying to see if they can work the bot up to being fragged.

They won't be able to.

Minibots are far too tiny for that, and he will not let them damage his little bot like that. They would misplace all sorts of internal components and break his minibot apart. He does not want to have Sparkride returned to him half offlined, and all he can do is hold his servo as the little mech's spark extinguishes.

It would hurt him far too much knowing he couldn't have kept Sparkride safe like he had promised.

Sedan walks over to him, rubbing against him shyly, "Is he clean, love?"

He picks his little bot up, kissing him softly, "Yes, Precious. He is. If it wasn't for you demanding this, it is likely we would have gotten hurt. We'll have to do this with every bot I bring home for us."

"Yes," Sedan murmurs, nuzzling against Shockwave's sparkplates. "We should. I won't let them hurt you." He turns and looks down at Tap-Out on the berth. "I want to see him kiss Sparkride first. If he does a good job, we can leave the mouth-clamp off for the interfacing." He kisses Shockwave again, "Does that sound okay, Shockwave?"

Petting his little bot, he nods, "Of course." He reaches over, pulling Sparkride to the berth, and setting him next to Tap-Out. "You can remove the mouthclamp. Just be careful, since we don't want his armor damaged."

Sedan squirms in his arms, "Is he in... in the thin armor? Is it the kind you plan on using for me?"

He pets Sedan softly, "No. This is not nearly as strong as I want for you. Oil Slick is working on it, and when it is done, we'll have fun putting it on you."

"I hope it's pretty," Sedan says, dipping his tiny fingers into Shockwave's seams. "I want to be pretty for you. I want to have pretty sparklings with you." He rubs against Shockwave, and then turns to watch Sparkride take the mouthclamp off of the ninjabot. "Kiss him."

Sparkride leans in and whispers something to Tap-Out, and Shockwave narrows his optic, "Do you have something you wish to share with us, Sparkride?"

The bot pales a bit, and shakes his head, "No, Shockwave. I was just telling him it would be alright. That you are a very good lover and won't hurt him."

He kisses Sedan softly on the top of the helmet, "I am always loving to minibots."

His little bot makes a tiny, happy sound, "The best lover ever." He's kissed softly, glossa flicking in hesitantly, "Love you."

He sits on the berth, rubbing Sedan's side gently, "I love you, too." He sets his little bot on the berth next to him, claws on his frame possessively. "Kiss him, Sparkride. He'll no longer be able to hurt you just from a kiss."

"Yes, Shockwave," the little bot says, and obediently leans down to kiss the ninjabot. Their glossas tangle, the ninjabot eager for it even when he's not truly eager for it. Ninjabots are such delightful slutbots. Dangerous slutbots, though.

Sparkride's chest rubs tentatively against Tap-Out's, as if testing his reaction to the advance. When the ninjabot grinds up eagerly, Sparkride rubs harder, pushing his heated plates against Tap-Out's frame.

He pulls Sedan onto his lap, rubbing the tiny audio nubbins, "Do you like your present so far, Precious?"

His little bot leans against him, expression serious, "I don't know yet. He's been a great deal of trouble already. If I hadn't wanted to make sure he was clean, Sparkride could be convulsing on the berth right now. I don't like how dangerous ninjabots are. What if he manages to escape the cage?"

"He won't." Shockwave rubs his minibot all over, working every sensitive bit he knows Sedan has. "If he knows processor over matter he may be able to bend the bars a little bit over the course of a single night, but he won't escape them. They're reinforced against that sort of thing." He had wanted something that no minibot would ever escape from. It defeated the purpose of punishment if a bot could just waltz right on out without so much as a scratch.

Sedan cuddles against him, visor dimming with pleasure, "We won't let him do more than th-that." His little bot stutters and drops into static as he dips a claw into the seams, tugging at a armor latch to make his bot's pleasure node light up.

He smiles against his little mechs helmet, "Of course not. Him escaping is not something that is allowed at all. He's a ninjabot, and that can be very dangerous. As long as we keep him in the cage or the berth, it should be fine."

Sedan rubs against his chest, "What if Lord Megatron wants him?"

"Lord Megatron knows how to handle ninjabots. And I'm sure this bot has had experience with pleasuring interfacing mods." If not, he would learn.

Tap-Out tenses on the berth, frame displaying his displeasure with the idea for a moment before forcibly relaxing once more. The bot clearly did not like the idea of sharing his frame with Megatron one bit. Too bad the bot had no choice in the matter. Unless he was completely unwilling, Lord Megatron would take him if he pleased. He would not commit sparkrape, but Megatron was quite willing to interface with partners who were less than happy to be in his berth.

Sparkride is grinding down on Tap-Out, plates still closed, and Shockwave hums thoughtfully, "Should he use him first, or do you want to? I wanted you to, but you can let Sparkride do it."

Sedan moves his claws to start to play with more than just transformation seams, moving him to his Precious' own sparkplates, "Ninjabots are well known for how much they 'face. I want Sparkride to get him nice and hot for us before we do more." Sedan arches into his servo, "You can play with my spark as we wait."

His little bot has such delicious ideas. "That sounds perfect. And then Sparkride can lick my spark while you ride Tap-Out." He tips Sedan down and lays the bot on his lap, rubbing at his sparkplates. "Open for me, Precious. I want to please you now." The plates slide open without even a click-the bot had been unlocked, as he usually was in their rooms. Sedan liked staying unlocked so Shockwave could push his plates open if he pleased.

He dips his claws in, toying with his love's perfect little spark, and kissing him softly on the head. He loves how Sedan just arches into his touch, making tiny little sounds to encourage him to keep going. He taps Sparkride on the back, wordlessly telling the little bot to open up to use Tap-Out's spark, and nuzzles Sedan softly.

Two sets of plates unlock and open, and Shockwave wonders if it would be better to just remove Tap-Out's sparkplates so their berthtoy would not be able to hide from them anymore. It might invoke violence from the bot though, so perhaps it was better to allow him his false modesty and protection. It was not as if the plates were too thick for Shockwave to rip right through with his claws. Especially not with the thinner armor. The locks on those sparkplates were also so weak that even Sedan could snap them open if he needed to.

He may remove them if Sedan snaps them open. To teach the ninjabot that upsetting Sedan enough to force his little bot to such acts is a punishment worthy offense.

He kisses his Precious lovingly, claws teasing at the inner chamber wires, "Is there anything they should do, beloved?"

Sedan squirms into his servos, "I don't have anything I can think of. They just need to be hot for our sparks."

He's glad that Sedan is realizing that the other bots he brings home are sparktoys and berthwarmers for their use. His Sedan is his Sweetspark, and no other bot will ever take that place. "Yes, Precious. We'll make sure they get nice and hot." He offers Sparkride a warning glance, "But not too hot. I want Tap-Out to last when Sedan rides him."

The ninjabot glares at him, "I'm not a toy."

He pushes Sparkride down harder, "You aren't doing your job, little bot. He's still able to talk. Work him harder."

Sedan curls against him, "But do not hurt him. I don't want him damaged at all."

His little bot doesn't want their sparktoy hurt like he was hurt. He can certainly accept that. No need for his Precious to flashback to such a bad part of his life. Especially since it is a life he'll never allow his little bot to go back to.

He's going to keep his bot pampered and loved for the rest of his life. Shockwave even has a careful fund of credits set aside already for his Sweetspark should anything happen to him in battle, so Sedan will be taken care of even if Shockwave is no longer there. More than enough to care for himself and any sparklings he might have. He'll add more to the fund with each sparkling they have together, of course.

Tap-Out cries out in pleasure as Sparkride rides his spark expertly, working him in ways that most bots would not be able to. His green and silver minibot is an expert at pleasuring spark.

He kisses Sedan softly, moving to nibble the little audio nubbins, "I love you."

Sedan jerks his chest up, wordlessly begging for his spark to be played with more. "L-love you, too."

He adores how responsive his little mech is, showing their newest addition that he could also feel so wonderful under his claws. He could play with his minibots all sol long, and never get tired of it. Work with his Precious in his lap, and Sparkride on top of Tap-Out the entire time.

They would look so pretty writhing together while he filed his reports and examined footage on the monitors. He looks forward to the sol that Megatron decides that Sedan can be trusted so he can take his tiny bot into his workspace and have Sedan overload on his lap while he works. It will be fantastic, and then he'll have a snuggly, sated Sedan curled up against him afterwards.

Too bad his other little bots were so sulky and misbehaved as of yet. Sparkride was getting better, of course, though his ex-Autobot mouth occasionally got him in trouble.

Tap-Out is likely to be even more of a problem, with his firm Autobot stance and ninjabot training. He just hopes that it works out, since he has heard how wonderful ninjabots are in the berth. He wants to try one that isn't Oil Slick, since a frame so displeasingly scrawny and tall was barely tolerable. He's hoping that Tap-Out will prove how good they are.

Sedan pushes his claws away reluctantly, "I... I think he's hot enough. Take Sparkride off of him."

He does as he's bid, transferring his minibots easily, and opening his plates. "Lick, Sparkride. I want to watch Sedan."

Sparkride leans up and starts licking Shockwave's spark eagerly, aware that he won't get an overload until Shockwave does. Shockwave cups a servo against the bot's back, holding him in place so the bot can focus more on pleasing him and less on keeping his balance.

On the berth, Sedan approaches the Tap-Out situation in a cautious manner, leaning in to kiss him gently, testing how the other bot reacts. Tap-Out kisses him back, twitching in his cuffs. "I want normal cuffs on him so he can move more. I don't like making out with a bot that acts like he's nearly offline."

He does have normal cuffs for minibots, and he supposes that he should give Sedan some to use. "Or do you want him completely free to play with your frame as you use his spark?"

Sedan rubs a servo along Tap-Out's spark, "No. Cuff him. He may escape, and I don't want him to hurt any of us. He's too dangerous until he's learned his place. When he is finally safe, he won't even have to recharge in the cage."

He shifts Sparkride to have the little bot rub his little spark against the edge of his spark chamber, and takes out a pair of cuffs. "Do you want to put them on, or should I?"

"You should do it," Sedan dims his visor and nibbles on Tap-Out's neck cabling, evoking a moan from the ninjabot. "I'm busy, Shockwave." He nibbles his way down to the bot's spark, giving it a gentle lick. "He doesn't taste as good as you do." Nevertheless, the bot licks happily at the spark, working it to keep the ninjabot distracted while Shockwave quickly switches his cuffs. With the new cuffs on, Tap-Out is capable of writhing and pulling on the restraints, which he does, obviously to test them for weaknesses.

He won't be able to escape, though. Not with Shockwave there to grab and hold him down. The cuffs won't keep the ninjabot there, but they're there to remind him to behave.

Sedan moves up, straddling the green ninjabot, "Do you want me to use my spark on you?"

Tap-Out moans, arching up, "Y-yes. I do."

"Good, because I won't do anything in the berth unless my partner wants me to." Sedan looks up shyly at Shockwave, "Or if Shockwave gives me an order. I'll do anything for him, even if I don't like it." He flickers his visor flirtatiously and Shockwave reaches over to give his aft a pinch. It's tempting to do more, but he restrains himself so Sedan can do what he wants with Tap-Out.

His little bot squirms a little above the ninjabot, and Tap-Out moans. He smiles, pushing Sparkride a little harder against his spark, "If you don't like it, Precious, you're allowed to tell me that. I won't force it if you truly don't want it."

Sedan smiles at him, visor dim and lowering onto the other minibot, "Just like how I didn't want the 'facing mods."

"Exactly, Sweetspark." Shockwave hums with pleasure as Sparkride nibbles just the right way on the edge of his spark. "Oh, very nice, little bot." He reaches down and rubs the bot's pelvic armor, just above his interfacing mods, out of Sedan's sight. He does enjoy playing with Sparkride's mods when Sedan is recharging or otherwise occupied.

His little mech moans softly, nibbling a little harder and pushing into his claws. He watches as Sedan shoves into Tap-Out's spark, charge arcing around them. Sedan moans softly, "He's not as good as you, Shockwave." His little bot licks the ninjabot's lips, "But nothing is ever as wonderful as you."

He is certain that if they weren't going to have other bots in their berth, Sedan would be begging him for a spark bonding. He wouldn't mind that, but he's glad that his Precious just wants a normal bonding. He likes being able to surround himself by tiny bots. While the majority of those will be his sparklings, he wants several for the berth.

It will be wonderful, having a collection of cuddly little bots for him to love and lavish attention on. He groans as his spark crackles with want, watching Sedan whine and writhe on the other minibot, working himself closer and closer to overload. Sedan is just a bit ahead of Tap-Out, and they both overload at nearly the same moment, sparks pulsing with charge and light as the bots squirm together, Sedan wrapping his arms around the minibot to hold himself closer to the other spark.

He rubs his claws along Sedan's side, optic dim as he watches his little bots ride through the aftershocks. "Do you think I should try him next, Precious?"

Sedan pulls away, humming softly, "I think so." His little mech slips off of the ninjabot, "But he doesn't look like he wants to, does he?"

Tap-Out looks well fragged, and slightly irritated, really. "Possibly. Do you want me to, little bot?'

"No," Tap-Out says flatly, though his venting is ragged with his recent overload and his voice utterly sinful. "I have no interest in interfacing with you now, Shockwave. You are a disgrace of a mech and-" he's cut off by Sedan hissing at him and slapping a mouthclamp on the bot.

"You keep your fragging mouth shut!"

He loves how his little bot defends him, his Precious loves him as much as he loves his little bot. Pulling Sparkride away, he pulls Sedan into his lap, "If he doesn't want me, he doesn't have to. Shall we put him in the cage? He isn't going to be trusted to stay with us as we do this."

Sedan rubs his spark, "Yes. I want him in the cage. Be sure to cushion everything so he isn't hurt, though."

"I was already planning that, lovely. We'll fill it full of metal meshes and pillows."

It would be a decadent cage for the little bot. A place for him to rest comfortably, while he is reminded that he belongs to them completely. Shockwave leans back and lets Sedan pleasure his spark until he overloads, shuddering happily as Sedan licks the edges of his sparkchamber with his tiny glossa. He loves his little bot so.

He pulls his Precious up for a kiss, and then sets him on the berth and closing up. He gives the stasis cuffs to Sedan, "Cuff him back up as I get the cage. We don't want him escaping. Sparkride still needs to overload, so you can choose if he overloads with you or uses Tap-Out."

Sedan kisses his claws, "I think Tap-Out."

He rubs the little nubbins, "Of course, Precious. I'll go get the blankets, meshes, and things. You can help me set it up when I return."

He heads off to his other rooms to get all the blankets out of his storage closets that he will need, happy to hear his minibots moaning in the other room while he selects the most comfortable meshes and pillows. There will be no reason for Tap-Out to complain about his cage when it is so decadent and comfortable. If he ever does escape, he will have to tell 'terrible' stories about how pampered he was, lapping the finest energon from a dish while he lay back on the softest meshes that credits could buy.

He takes his time, and when he returns Sparkride is offline on the berth while Tap-Out is trying to squirm in the stasis cuffs. Sedan is casually rubbing the very tips of his fingers along the ninjabot's spark, and looks over at him, "Shockwave?"

He puts the cage down, arranging some of the blankets in it, "Yes, love?"

Sedan's visor dims, "Can we put a toy in his chamber? I was thinking the tickler. Charged with your spark."

"Of course, Sweetspark." He adjusts the pillows inside the cage, and pulls a toy from under the berth, opening his plates to rub it against his spark. Uncharged, it does not feel like much at all, but as soon as it picks up his sparks charge, it is going to keep Tap-Out squirming the entire time he is in the cage. "Shall we lock it inside his sparkchamber, so he cannot remove it?"

Sedan nuzzles the ninjabot's side, "Of course. I want him to get used to your spark energy. Him taking it out will be counter-productive." The little bot's fingers reach over, taking the spark tickler from him, and push it slowly into the chamber. "One of the decorative chamber clamp locks would be best. One that has the little sparks on it."

He retrieves those as well and offers them to Sedan to place on Tap-Out's frame, and then picks out a cube of expensive energon that he pours into the reservoir for the cage so his minibot won't go hungry. When he turns back to collect the ninjabot, Tap-Out has the clamps on his chest, holding his sparkplates firmly closed. Even as a ninjabot, he would have a difficult time removing these from himself, as they are code-locked to the bot who put them on.

"If you are good and leave the clamps in place, I will give you a treat in the morning, ninjabot." Shockwave picks the bot up and tucks him into the cage. "Of course, now I think Sparkride will be overloading on your spark, Sweetspark. Make it good for me to watch."

Sedan pushes Sparkride into onlining, and their berthbot blinks his green optics at them. "Sh-Shockwave!"

He looks down at the mech, tilting his head, "Yes, little bot?"

Sparkride writhes a little bit, arching up, "Can I have you use me?"

He smiles, optic dimming, "I want to see Sedan use your spark, little bot."

"But," he trails off and then reaches up to wrap his arms around Sedan, "Yes, Shockwave." He dims his optics and wraps one leg around Sedan's hip, "Frag my spark, Sedan. I want to really feel it."

It's interesting to see how the mods have altered Sparkride's behavior. It's as if he wants Sedan to frag his valve at the same time, even though the little bot would need a mod of his own, or a toy to do so. And Sparkride knows better than to ask Sedan to so much as look at his mods.

He brushes his claws along Sedan's side, "Would you like to have him tied down, Precious?"

Sedan pins Sparkride down, "He's a good bot. He knows what he should be doing, and he knows how I like him."

Sparkride's optics are dim, and the bot arches up, "Use me hard."

"I'll use you however I want because you are our berthbot," Sedan hums, and then pushes their sparks into contact, letting the charge crackle between them. "Be a good bot for me and show our ninjabot how much you love warming my spark." Sedan rolls them over and pulls Sparkride on top of him. "Give me a good spark ride."

Their minibot revs loudly at that, optics dim, "Of course, Sedan." The mech grinds down, making a delicious mewling sound, "Anything for you."

He loves his little bots when they do this. Sedan adores having a mech on top of him, especially when Shockwave is watching intently. It is such a wonderful sight, he wonders how he ever lived without it before.

It's enough to make his own spark pulse with renewed need, and his claws never sate himself quite as well as his little bots do. However, to separate them now would defeat the purpose. Instead, he reaches into the ninjabot's cage and removes his mouthclamp gently. "There. You may fuel on the energon I have poured into your dish, little one. It is very good."

The bot stares at the copulating minibots, and then at the dish. "You expect me to drink from this like a pet?"

Shockwave stares back at him, "You are a pet, little one."

He's given an angry look, "Ninjabots are not pets!"

Oil Slick is going to be so angry at him about this, but he currently can't bring himself to care. "You will not be a pet when you learn to behave. I can't trust you to not destroy something or try to escape. Sedan and Sparkride like it here, and so will you. Just sit in your metal mesh and watch them. You can not play with your adorable little spark, but you can rub yourself against the bars or on the cushions. Focus on the energy you're getting from the spark tickler."

The bot shifts slowly back and forth, narrowing his optics, "I have faced worse than this with my training, Decepticon. A toy will not break my will."

Good. He does not want his pet broken. Just . . bent. Shaped a bit to his will so the bot can accept that he enjoys the life with Shockwave. Even Sparkride is getting better at accepting that he enjoys being a berthbot for them, raising sparklings with them. There is no shame in finding happiness serving another bot.

Especially when you know it means there will be sparklings in your future. Any number of bots would give up their entire life if it meant the rest of it meant they could be carrying sparklings.

He is more than willing to provide that to any minibot he sees.

He reaches over, claws slipping between the cage bars, and pinches one of the little horns, "Just enjoy the feeling, little bot. I want you happy."

"Fr-" the bot barely stops from cursing, pulling away from his claws. "No thank you. I will. . . lay over here." He moves to the back of the cage, where the mesh and heating blankets are piled the highest, and lays down on the soft bedding materials. He looks so adorable like that, Shockwave has to snap several high-res image captures of it. He stores them in his favorite files, as well as a blackmail folder for the bot.

He returns his attention to his Precious and Sparkride, optic dimming as Sedan arches up, gasping in pleasure. His little servos clawing at the berth, "Sh-Sho-" The bot's head tosses and Sedan reaches for him.

It is an invitation he has no intention of turning down.

Moving closer, he presses his claws to his minibot's sides, rubbing them softly, "You both look so wonderful like this. I should fill a small pool with energon at some point for you both to do this in."

Sedan trembles, clutching at his claws, "And . . and then lick me clean?"

A purr, and Shockwave slides his claws into delicate armor seams on both bots, "Only if you allow me to lick the energon off of your delicious spark." He tickles Sparkride's aft, and thinks about fragging him later, with his minibot-sized spike that Megatron had chuckled over for several megacycles.

He also has a normal Decepticon sized one, but that wasn't what his Lord had focused on.

It didn't stop Lord Megatron's demand that he spike him with Starscream when he showed up with both, however. It had been... very nice. To say the least.

He had not assumed that Lord Megatron would be so open to such a variety of positions in the berth. Having his Liege between him and Starscream, and then taking his own turn in the middle, had been surprisingly pleasant and he hopes desperately to have another chance at it. Considering how eagerly both had participated in the acts, there was a good likelihood that he would be invited for a repeat performance of those specific acts.

Both of his little bots overload for him in short order, and Shockwave reaches between them to massage their sparks and drag the overload out as long as possible.

When they finish, he pulls them into his lap, and kisses them both softly, drawing out Sedan's into a much longer and loving kiss. "Are you feeling better, my little bots?"

Sedan moves a tiny bit, arching up his still open chest, "Use my spark?"

He is very tempted to, but not yet. "In a bit, my love. I want to know how you are feeling right now."

His minibot lays loose in his arm, "Really good. Even better since you're home."

"Even with Glider away?"

Sedan flushes slightly, "She is in good servos. Lord Megatron spoils her terribly, and she always comes back with a tank full of sparkling candies. Sparkling candy is so expensive. I wish he wouldn't get her so used to fueling on it. It's not as good for her as normal sparkling energon." He shifts so Shockwave can kiss down his chest, around his open sparkchamber.

"Lord Megatron enjoys having sparklings to care for."

Sedan wiggles, trying to entice him closer, "We should work on making another then, love."

His engine roars at that, he would love to make a sparkling with his Precious, but... "After we are bonded, and when Glider is a little older. She will do better with a sibling when she is older."

Sedan arches up, visor dim, "I want to bond with you now."

He sets Sparkride on the berth, petting the lovely audio nubs, "Soon, Precious. Do not keep pushing."

"I'm sorry," the bot says softly, turning to kiss his claws. "I just want you to be happy. To be happy with you, in bonded bliss."

Shockwave curls up on the berth with his minibots, dragging a soft heating blanket up over them. "Some sol we will, my Sweetspark, but you must be patient. We will have Lord Megatron himself officiate at our ceremony, if he is willing. Would you like that?"

Sedan cuddles against him, optics bright, "I would." His little bot's tiny fingers toy with his now closed plates, "You said you'll be making our brushes." He nods at that, since he has told his little bot his plans. "Will I be allowed to paint a design on your claw?"

He smiles at that thought, "I'd love it if you did."

"I want to make it pretty, so you will be proud to display it for every bot to see." Sedan nuzzles him affectionately, and Shockwave strokes his back.

"If you gave me a smudged mark encircled with obscenities I would still show it off to every bot I met, Sweetspark, because it would be your mark." He pinches the audio nubbins, and watches Sedan wiggle against him. It's wonderful the way his sweet little bot moves against his frame when his spark is heating up.

He sends the beam to turn off the light, he does need to recharge, but they can 'face in the morning. Having their newest little bot in with them then, as well. Let the bot work for a cube of energon. If Tap-Out doesn't like it, there is plenty of energon in the bowl.

He kisses his little bots softly, "Goodnight, my minibots."

Typewith: http://typewith.me/moreProwl Title: Of Minibots And Monsters Rating: … kinda high, actually. Not even counting porn. Summary: Sometimes saving someone is worth it. Shockwave knows this very well. Notes: There is abuse, mentions of rape, and lots of other things in this story. It is kinda triggery. Just… use caution, okay?

He's been kissing Sparkride when Shockwave was away, even though he had an awful cyclebot frame. At least now Sparkride is adorable and sexy, showing off his hot minibot frame with all the characteristic sluttiness that he had as a cyclebot. When the bot gets more used to the frame, Shockwave suspects that Sparkride will be the sluttiest of his minibots, assuming he is allowed to gradually accumulate more when he proves to Lord Megatron that he is responsible enough for them.

He carries his little bots to the berth. They have to celebrate the new frame, and he can think of no better way to do it.

Shockwave sits and reviews the various recordings from the previous night around the base. And there is nothing very interesting going on, just the typical night time activity of recharging or 'facing. Megatron had pulled Lugnut into the berth, but that was not something he wanted to see, so he didn't do more than a cursory look through it to make sure that nothing terrible happened.

He knows his Lord trusts him to make sure that he didn't accidentally damage Lugnut in some way, and the planebot was too proud of the damage to get it fixed. Nothing of the sort happened, thankfully.

But no. The most interesting thing happened in his own berth.

Right next to him.

As he recharged.

Shockwave had been thoroughly sated by his two minibots, who had taken turns riding his spark to overload. He'd enjoyed that recharge very well, and had not realized that neither of his minibots had offlined when he had.

They'd laid on top of him, panting and venting as their engines clicked and cooled slowly. Sedan had slowly pushed himself up to a sitting position and examined Shockwave's frame, making sure he was offline before scooting close to Sparkride. He was sure the bots were going to kiss and cuddle, but . .

Sedan smiled at Sparkride and rested a servo on the bot's sparkplates. "If Shockwave ever loves you more than me, I will crush your spark while you recharge."

Shockwave's spark warms at the thought of it. His little bot is taking on such a deliciously Decepticon attitude about this, and it means that they will raise their sparklings correctly. He won't have to worry about an Autobot taint in their upbringing while Sedan is there to help him. His little bot will be by his side, raising them with the correct hard edge that all bots should know, but Autobots ignore.

Not every bot is one you can be all sweetsparked and nice to. His little sparklings should know that intimately. He does not want them taken in by the first bot that touches them. They will not be berthwarmers. He will make sure that they are courted properly.

Even if that means that his sparklings have to offline any bot that thinks that their tiny size means they are easy targets.

The one he worries most about is the only sparkling they have right now. Glider does not have the strong, Decepticon coding that his sparklings will inherit from him. But it is good to know that his sweetspark has a tough center.

And it's hot that his bot is threatening the other minibot about his love. He will always love his Sweetspark best. Sedan loves him back so sweetly that he can do nothing less than return every bit of that love and more. He has found the bot he intends to have craft his bonding brush, and intends to visit the mech sometime in the next stellar cycle to have the brush made individually for him.

Which will be accepted with a great deal of excitement, especially when he explains how he will never be able to remove it. Shockwave will use the same type of paint for his own servo, of course. He's not letting his little bot think that he's tied to Shockwave, and Shockwave can just forget about him. No, no. He will be reminded of his Precious' love whenever he looks at his claw.

He looks forward to it.

His sweet little bot will make the perfect consort. And he will make certain that his Precious knows that he has authority over any other lovers that they take. He does not want Sedan to feel threatened by them. Not when his little consort will be his most important bot.

Shockwave replays the vid file, shivering when his bot makes the threat again, and Sparkride whispers frightened promises that he won't steal Shockwave away from him. How silly his Sweetspark is, to think that he could ever love their toybot more than he loves Sedan.

He may have modified the bot into the almost perfect berthbot, but that is all he is. A berthbot. One that Lord Megatron will use, but a berthbot none the less.

He is tempted to go out and return to his quarters to 'face his little bots again, but he knows that it will only distract him from what he should be doing, and he wants to prove to Megatron that he is worthy of getting more minibots. He also knows better than to pull his Precious into his lap as he works here, since that will be frowned on as well. His Lord is generous enough to allow him to always be able to look at the screen connected to his quarters, as it is.

He returns to work, thinking about how he's going to prepare Sparkride for this sols visit to their Lord.

He won't be giving his minibot any overloads from his mods, as Megatron had commed him and requested that they be allowed to show the bot what interfacing mod overloads were like first.

Shockwave hopes Megatron makes the minibot grind his spike on Starscream's wings. And then overload on them, just to hear the seeker screech unhappily as his wings are streaked with fluids. He's positive, from reviewing the vids, that Starscream has not allowed Megatron the honor of that act.

He will most likely only be using the spike and valve mods in Megatron's berth, since Sedan hates the things. He has no problem doing that for his Sweetspark. He will do almost anything for his Precious, if he's only asked.

Sedan just needs to realize how true that is.

Shockwave rubs his servos together in glee.

There is a minibot on the planet he's visiting. In the crystal garden.

And Megatron has given him permission to catch as many as he wants. There are no limits for him anymore, and he can just get any he'd like.

And here is a minibot, just sitting in the crystal garden with his optics offline.

It is like Primus himself decided to give him a gift.

He wonders how to approach the minibot. The bot has a clear Autobot insignia on his chest, and will not take kindly to seeing him in his Decepticon frame, yet Shockwave is unwilling to expose his double-identity to a bot that may escape at some point.

And then he sees the pretty waiterbot for the garden-also a minibot frame, but one unfortunately put on his 'do not botnap' list because he likes the service in this garden and cafe-carrying a tray of energon towards the bot.

Perfect.

Shockwave extends an arm and drags the minibot over to him before the bot can exit into the garden, and pulls the bot onto his lap. The minibot mech giggles, and balances his tray carefully. "Shockwave, you know you're not supposed to grab us like that!" the mech slaps his free servo against Shockwave's chest. "Be a good bot and keep the claws to yourself unless you've paid for the . . .extra service."

He loves that about this planet. All the minibots here are playful with him, since they know how well he tips them, and is always willing to do so much more for them. This one once had a virus that he couldn't afford to remove, and had actually allowed him to connect a datapad to clean it out.

He rubs a claw along the little bot's faceplates, "I just wanted you to give that bot," he points at the green minibot he had been looking at, "a cube of energon from me. Don't bother telling him it is from me, just tell him it is on the house." This is also a standard thing for him to do for minibots. They know that he does this, and will keep it secret so that the intended mech doesn't refuse it for the exact reason of what he's planning.

The waiterbot shifts in his lap, unknowingly rubbing against his hidden spikemod - he's kind of glad he has the thing disabled, but sad that he can't feel the pleasure of a minibot rubbing against it - and shows him the tray, "Which one?"

Shockwave makes a show of dipping a claw into a relatively plain cube of energon to taste it, and then dips again when the bot is distracted by watching his antlers absorb the energon from his other servo, letting a bit of a very simple recharge-drug dissolve in the cube. "This one," he taps the glass. His minibots here are going to be so upset that he drugged one of their kind-but the bot is an Autobot, and they have far less sympathy for Autobots than most neutrals do.

The minibot purrs against him, "Yes, Shockwave." He lets the little bot slip off his lap, "Anything else?"

He lets his optic drift over the little bot, lingering on his sparkplates, "Maybe later you could...?" he trails off meaningfully.

The minibot waves a tiny finger at him, "Nuh-uh. You're out in the public area, and I'm in a relationship. Both mean that you don't get to play with my plates."

That was too bad. He enjoyed playing with the minibots, even if he never got to overload them here. The one time he'd even gotten to touch a spark the bot had been gone the next time he'd paid the shop a visit. Perhaps the tip he had given had been a little too generous.

Shockwave leans back as the minibot wanders off, aft wiggling enticingly, as if begging to be groped. Now it was simply a matter of waiting, and hoping his minibots weren't too disappointed when the mech collapsed and he went to botnap him.

He pulls out his credit pad, and starts tabulating up how much he owes right now, since he's going to have to cut and run when the little bot is offline. He makes sure to overpay quite a bit - even more than his usual amount - knowing that will help them turn a blind optic to it. He slowly finishes his cube, watching the little bot drink the drugged energon.

After the bot finishes his cube, it's just a matter of waiting a little bit longer, and watching as the bot blinked his optics and slumped over to one side in the garden. He stands and approaches the bot, scooping the minibot's deeply recharging frame up in his arms.

"Shockwave!" a gasp sounds from behind him, and he turns to face the waiterbot, whose orange paint has paled with dismay. "You . . you used us to drug a minibot?"

He reaches out and pets the minibot's head gently, "I'm sorry, little one. It won't happen again. This Autobot was a special case." He tucks a credit chip into the waiterbot's servo; compensation for any trouble he might get in for giving the drugged energon.

The little bot gives him an upset look as heads to the door. "I'm going to have to report this to the Policebots, Shockwave."

He walks by the little waiterbot, patting him on the head again, "Go ahead, Sweetspark. Just give me a klik headstart?"

The bot shuffles his adorable peds, glancing at the credit chip and at the green minibot's Autobot symbol, "I'll walk really slow."

He smiles, hidden in his faceplate. "That's all I ask," he murmurs, and heads out the door quickly.

The minibot in his arms is bulkier than most minibots, with thicker armor than he is used to. Shockwave isn't sure if he likes this, or if he's going to strip the bot down and armor him up with something lighter and thinner. Perhaps he'll let his Sweetspark decide which way he prefers.

Shockwave makes it to his ship without any trouble, and slips inside with his prey in his claws. The bot is well-polished, but he is unsure how strong the little thing may be, so he carefully cuffs the bot with mild stasis cuffs, adapted for the minibot frame.

He keeps the little mech in his lap as he sets the autopilot on the ship. Petting the little bot absently, he starts to fill in the report as he returns to New Kaon. He's glad that he was finished with what he was doing as Longarm, or he'd have far more trouble than he would have.

The mech starts to stir just as he's doing some general editing of what he wrote, and the little bot's blue optics flicker at him in confusion as his processor starts to pick up what is going on. He looks down at his newest minibot, head tilted with interest, "Are you feeling better, precious?"

The mech gives him a horrified look, struggling to move in the cuffs, "Shockwave!"

"Yes, little one?" he slides his claws across the minibot's frame, studying his seams and armor joins. The bot is very well armored, and will likely look so small and adorable when he's stripped to protoform. Shockwave makes a note to strip the bot down sometime soon to investigate.

"Release me at once," the bot demands, "and I will not be forced to offline you in the night."

How adorable. His little one thinks he stands a chance against him in combat.

He pets the little bot's helmet, "Then I suppose I'll have to take you home, and we will see about that." He also imagines that Sedan will threaten the little bot for trying to pull affection away. He can't wait to see the recording of his consort-to-be's warning to the mech. Maybe Sedan will threaten to slice the green bot's spark apart a little at a time.

He had given his little bot an energyblade for a reason. Even though his precious hadn't asked for a weapon. He was hoping Sedan would wake him up to feed him the tiny slices of spark if he ever decided Sparkride had gone too far.

It was likely that the little bot would not be so vicious, and certainly not the first few times he offlined a bot, but Shockwave could hope. And hope he did.

The bot squirms, and Shockwave pinches his stubby little horns, eliciting a cry of dismayed pleasure. He was very good at making minibot frames feel good. "What is your name, little one? I would like to know what to call you when I am using your spark."

The mech tries to squirm, but is unable to due to the cuffs, "Frag off! I'm not telling you anything!"

He rubs his claws along the little bot's sparkplates, noting the neutral warmth, "Well, I could call you Frag, but that's not something we'll be able to use in polite company. Are you sure you want that as your designation?"

The minibot growls at him wordlessly, optics narrowed in anger.

He kind of wonders if he should give in to his urge to lick and suck on the bot.

Silly question.

He bends down and takes a stubby horn into his mouth; he does not mind showing off his mouth for his little pets, and he knows Megatron will likely make him pleasure his spike on camera soon enough. The bot arches up with a cry and Shockwave lets his denta press down on the horn lightly, just enough to trigger all the sensitive circuits there.

He slowly works his claws into delicate transformation seams, teasing and touching every single one he can as he sucks on the horn. By the time he's finished lighting up all the pleasure nodes on the little bot, the minibot is panting and whining. "Want to tell me your name now, little bot?"

The mech just whines in his lap, trying to flip over to grind into his legs.

Maybe he shouldn't have gone quite that far.

The bot's sparkplate locks are clicking open and closed rapidly, and Shockwave hums thoughtfully, unsure if he should take the bot's spark now or wait until he introduces the newest pet to Sedan. It would be better to wait, but he's not entirely sure if he can. Not with the sweet way the little green bot is writhing for him, begging wordlessly for more.

He taps his claws on the mechs chest, and he's about to reach into the tiny crack showing through when he stops. He knows that Sedan will want to test the newest minibot first. To make sure that he's good enough for Shockwave.

It will be a good way to show his newest minibot that Sedan is the top bot in his minibot harem. He will keep the green bot warm, but leave his spark untouched.

Sedan will likely want him to remove the cuffs, and he will need to figure out if the bot will try to escape then.

"Your designation, little bot?" he asks again, dipping his claws into seams to keep the bot's spark nice and hot. With the bridges he has hijacking codes for, it is a short journey home, and it will not do the bot any damage to be kept revved and ready for a few megacycles.

"T-Tap-Out," the bot hisses at him, before snapping his plates shut, realizing he isn't getting his spark fragged yet.

Oh, dear. Tap-Out is listed in his registries as a ninjabot.

He'll have to make sure to use a cuff because of that. He knows the mech will try to escape and take his other minibots with. He's thankful he got the contract for owning Sparkride, and that Sedan will outright refuse to go.

What he's most worried about is Glider.

Autobots used to be very prone to stealing sparklings from their Decepticon creators to "save" them from their evil upbringing. He is glad that practice fell out of use a long time ago, but the sentiment is still there. He would not be surprised if the ninjabots still do it.

He will offline Tap-Out brutally if the bot tries to steal his sparkling. Make a lesson out of the bot for any who would consider taking his sweet sparklings in the future.

He hopes the bot will not try such a terrible thing. Then he won't have to offline the mech.

"Well, Tap-Out," he purrs, claws teasing the frame more, "we will be approaching New Kaon soon, and you will get to meet your new lovers there."

Tap-Out's optics widen, "W-what?"

He rubs the mechs plates, "You have heard about my precious little bots, haven't you?" He was pretty sure that it has gotten all over the universe that he has Sedan.

The ninjabot tries to squirm, "Bots?" the mech asks, stressing the plural.

He smiles, kissing the minibot softly, "Yes. Two other little minibots, just for me." His claws pinch at the little horns, "Three now. I'm sure Sedan will like you."

Or Tap-Out will be offlined in the night. Which is also delicious, but only if Sedan does it. If Sparkride does, there will be a very great deal of punishment coming down on the bot.

Not that he will object to paddling Sparkride's aft and making him recharge in the cage. He will have to drag that same cage out for Tap-Out, and pile it full of blankets and pillows so the bot will have a comfortable place to recharge until he knows he can trust the ninjabot. There is enough space in the bars for Sedan to offline him if he needs to. He hopes his Sweetspark won't object to the use of the cage again. At least it is suited for Tap-Out's size, and watching him lap energon from the dish will prove quite erotic.

The thought of it makes his spark pulse.

He continues to rub and play with Tap-Out's frame, keeping the bot nice and hot for his Sweetspark as he travels the rest of the way to New Kaon.

By the time he gets there, Tap-Out has repeatedly opened his plates and silently begged to be used. He's glad it was silent, because outright asking would have been impossible for him to refuse.

Carrying Tap-Out into the base, he passes the throne room to see if Lord Megatron is in it, and is not surprised to see he isn't. He puts the report where he normally does, so that Megatron can get to it easily, and heads to his room.

When he arrives, he finds Sedan rocking Glider, feeding her from a little sippy cube of sparkling energon. Glider is slapping her claws against the cube, trying to get more than the tiny sips he allows her so she won't get air bubbles in her intake. Sparkride is studying a datapad, and he's surprised to find that the minibot has a mouthclamp on. He's obviously said something to offend Sedan.

He walks over, and presses a kiss to his little bot's helmet, "Hello, Precious. I brought us a gift. Would you like to be the first to use it?"

Sedan looks at him, then at Tap-Out. His little bot holds Glider closer, frowning, "... Do... Do I hav-"

He presses a kiss to his little bot's mouth, "No. Never. You are not expected to at all. He is for you to use if you want to. You are not going to be forced, Precious."

His Sweetspark lowers his visor, and his voice is very quiet when he asks, "Am I not enough for you? Is that why you keep bringing home other bots?" He looks up, expression turned pleading, "If there is something I can do to please you better, I will do it. Do . . if I agree to get mods, will you stop bringing other bots to take my place?"

He puts Tap-Out on the floor, tugging his Precious and their sparkling into his arms, kissing Sedan lovingly. "No. You are never being replaced, Sweetspark. My beautiful little bot, I could never replace you. I told you that this bot is a gift for us." He presses his claws to his little bot's sides, "I wanted to have you use his spark so he knows how important you are to me." He nuzzles his Precious, "You can tell me if you think his spark is good enough or not. If not, we can have him and Sparkride 'face until Tap-Out gets it right. No need for you to waste time on teaching him."

Reassured by his words, Sedan gives the mech a superior look, "I don't want to interface with him until he's been given a deep scan for viruses. And I want him to recharge in the cage. I've studied the datapads you have given me, and Tap-Out is a ninjabot. I won't have him recharging with us, or near Glider until we know he is safe."

A wise choice by his little minibot. Shockwave kisses him again. "Of course, Sweetspark."

Sedan cuddles against him, holding Glider next to their sparks, "And Sparkride isn't allowed to speak for the next megacycle, and when the clamp is off, he will apologize for what he said about Lord Megatron."

He'll have to review what the bot said, but he trusts Sedan's judgment. Nibbling on an audio nub, he revs his engine, "I love you."

Sedan melts into him, holding his neck and cuddling, "I love you, too. I'm so glad you're home. I was worried you'd get hurt."

"I am very rarely injured on my missions, Sweetspark. Do not worry." He pinches the bot's audio nubs lightly. "Would you like to come with me while I have the medicbot scan Tap-Out?"

Sedan shakes his head, "No. I want to stay with Glider. She is still fueling up." He looks down and tickles her helm, "She needs longer to fuel up than normal models do. She has such a tiny little tank."

He loves that about her. She's so tiny, and will always be tiny. He hopes she'll lean toward Sedan's size, rather than the far more tall litheness of the cyclebot CNA in her.

He puts Sedan down softly, kissing his head, "Should we com Megatron to ask him if he wants to look after her while we do this?"

Sedan hums softly, "I can. He may demand that Sparkride come with, or something else, but I can deal with that while you are gone."

He nods, lifting Tap-Out into his arms, "Do whatever you think is best, Precious."

"I will." Sedan turns to the console to contact his Liege, bouncing Glider in his arms. Sparkride looks at the ninjabot with concern in his optics, but Shockwave does not much care for Sparkride's opinion on botnapping Autobots.

He has been thinking about investing in one of the more expensive 'facing toys. Something he can lay Sparkride on and have it stimulate the bot's spark, and possibly his 'facing mods. It would be quite entertaining to watch.

He steps out of the room, holding Tap-Out's still panting form. "Time to make sure you're clean, little bot." He's glad Sedan suggested this, since ninjabots are notorious for 'facing pretty much anything. He's heard stories of a few trying to frag various organic things. Some of which that are not sentient.

He isn't sure if they just really love nature, or if it was like Oil Slick and Scalpel with new lab equipment. He could have done without seeing Oil Slick rub his spark against the new shipment of expensive equipment, but he had to make sure that it wasn't damaged by being used like that.

Especially since Blitzwing had paid him a visit less than a decacycle later and bent him over the equipment, fragging him so thoroughly that if the equipment hadn't withstood that initial trial, it would have all been ruined at that moment. And it was rather erotic watching Scalpel caress his machines, though the little bot continually thwarted his efforts to get the bot in his berth. He called Shockwave a 'creepy, hulking brute' and tends to threaten him with offlining.

It makes Shockwave's spark hot.

Tap-Out squirms in his arms, feeling the pulse from his spark. "Fr-fragger!"

He rubs the bot on the chest, "Be polite, little bot. I wouldn't be surprised if Sedan mouthclamps you if you are too rude. You were doing quite well with you silence before."

Tap-Out gasps as claws delve into sensitive seams, "I'm n-not infected."

He rubs the little horns, "We'll let the medic confirm that."

"Don't need a medical exam," the bot insists, twitching a leg with pleasure. Shockwave catches it and rubs the joints, wondering how the ninjabot can move even that much with stasis cuffs on. Even medium stasis cuffs.

"You will engage in whatever scans my Sedan wants, little bot. Sedan was made to interface many bots with viruses, and you will not make him worry about catching another one ever again."

The minibot mewls for a moment as he teases at the horns. When he lets the bot be more coherent, Tap-Out says, "You make him 'fa-"

He pinches the horn, "No, and if you say that again, I will remove one of these without anesthetic. Sedan will never be forced into anything he does not wish to do. He is to be my consort, and you will not forget that."

"F-frag you," the bot hisses, and twitches again, trying to lash out at him.

"I will be getting him the best bonding brush available," Shockwave purrs, tickling Tap-Out's seams. The little bot is delicious, even if he is a ninjabot, and Oil Slick will not be happy at all to find that Shockwave has one as a pet. Ninjabots-even exiled ninjabots who failed their graduation tests-have issues with ninjabots as berthslaves.

He steps into the medical bay, and Razor walks over, "Sedan told me you have a bot that needs a full medical exam?"

He is amused to know about his Precious' initiative. He was expecting a simple scan, but if Sedan wants it to be a full one, he will not complain. "If that's what my Sweetspark said, I will do it."

Razor pokes Tap-Out in the head thoughtfully, "He wants me to do a spark exam, too. Get all the readings done now. That fine?"

"I don't need a fragging spark exam from Decepticons, and I don-mmph!" the bot makes emphatic noises behind the mouthclamp that Razor has fit on him. The medic has no patience for bots sometimes.

Shockwave studies the minibot, and then settles down to watch. "Yes. A full exam and a spark exam. A thorough spark exam. You have permission to test all of his cables and examine all of his sensor nodes."

The medic walks over to the private room, "In here, I suppose?"

It is the usual place he has his minibots tested and fixed, but, "Was there anything specific Sedan wanted for him?"

Razor pauses, tapping the datapad, "He wanted to make sure that Tap-Out was the cleanest possible, and to make sure everything was visible."

Most likely meant literally, at that. "We can use one of those berths," he points to a semi public area, "since they're close to one of the medical washracks."

Typewith: http://typewith.me/moreProwl Title: Of Minibots And Monsters Rating: … kinda high, actually. Not even counting porn. Summary: Sometimes saving someone is worth it. Shockwave knows this very well. Notes: There is abuse, mentions of rape, and lots of other things in this story. It is kinda triggery. Just… use caution, okay?

Some mechs might call him crazy for deciding on so permanent a bond with a bot he barely knows. But Shockwave knows his minibot's processor. He knows he loves his Sweetspark, and wants to be with him always. They already have a sweet sparkling and will have more, as soon as Lord Megatron allows it, and the Allspark or Primus choose to bless their sparks with a new sparklet. He will have many little sparklings stumbling on clumsy peds around his peds soon enough.

He kisses his little bot's head, "Soon, precious. Soon." He stands up, looking down at Sparkride, who has an apprehensive expression. "Yes?"

The cyclebot stands up, moving over to him to get picked up, "Do you always hack your lovers?"

He taps the little bot's nose, "No. Sedan likes being hacked. I can make an overload even better, draw it out, trigger it instantly, any number of things. I will never damage a minibot in the berth."

And he enjoys hacking them. There is something uniquely delightful about slipping into a processor and tweaking things for his pleasure that makes the experience truly satisfying. He loves hacking bots that way. But he won't force it.

Not unless he needs to.

Or really wants to.

It doesn't damage them, certainly.

Sparkride flinches away, "I do not want to be hacked in the berth. Not if I don't have to."

He rolls his optic, walking out of the racetrack, "I won't hack you, then. You will be a minibot when you are allowed to do more than recharge with us."

The cyclebot doesn't look very convinced, but nods. "If you say so."

Sedan looks at the mech with a dim visor, "I like being hacked. He can make sure you feel wonderful that way. You're going to have the spark cooling hack done to you, and you can see just how non-invasive it feels to have him there. Like he should have been in your processor all along."

Now he's going to have to treat the cyclebot like a lover as he hacks him, rather than doing the quick patch he was planning. Well, it would be better in the long run to do that, anyway. Even if he finds the idea distasteful.

Sparkride is running a bit hotter than usual; he's obviously enjoyed watching them interface. It will be easy to hack him after he gets a bit of self-service in the washrack. He can hardly wait until that spark is put in a minibot shell. It will be a bit larger than he likes his minibot sparks to be, but close enough that Shockwave will still be aroused by it.

He can easily imagine that Sparkride is just a minibot with a larger spark. He's 'faced a few of those.

He walks back to his room, taking Glider from Sparkride before setting the mech down. "Go self-service in the washrack, I had the drones fill the solvent pool and have it heated. You will keep quiet as you do that for now."

The mech nods, darting away. He gives Glider to his little minibot, and she makes a tiny sound in her recharge but settles down the moment she's against Sedan's chest.

Their sparkling is perfect in every way, and he looks forward to creating more with Sedan. "I hope our next sparkling has your pretty visor," he murmurs, rubbing a claw along Sedan's faceplates, just below his visor glass. "I would not want a minibot to suffer by having my facial features. They would not suit the minibot frame at all."

Sedan nuzzles his claws, "I like how you look. A one opticked minibot is fine to me. Maybe they will have your claws and antlers, just be small."

He wants his sparklings to have minibot frames, not look a great deal like him. They would be far more adorable if they take after Sedan. He'll need to tweak Sparkride's coding so that the bot will spark minibots rather than cyclebots. If he wasn't so good at it, it would be impossible. Even then, there would still be a chance of Sparkride's original frame trying to push for cyclebots. The spark knows and dislikes being pushed. It will be easier if Sparkride is more comfortable in his smaller body when he does it.

It will be several vorns at least before he allows Sparkride to carry. Possibly longer. He wants Sedan to have had several sparklings before their berthbot carries any. It would only be fair to make Sedan firmly established as his consort and primary love before he let others add to their family.

Then his little bot won't be jealous to have other sparklings running around with his own.

Sedan kisses his claws, visor dim, "Do you have a sparkling berth here? I haven't ever bothered looking through all the closets and storage places you have. The doors are just too big, and I don't want anything falling on me."

He sets Sedan on the floor, petting him softly, "Not here. It is down in the storage area. I can go get it now, if you want, but I was planning on getting the fold-out berth from the closet first."

His minibot nods, "Should I wait for you here?"

He chuckles, "You are welcome to follow me, precious. It won't be very interesting, though. It is just a closet."

"Alright," Sedan climbs up onto the berth and sprawls out enticingly, "I will just wait for you here, then." He shifts Glider on his chest, kissing his little femme gently. "I would not mind recharging with you more often, little sparkling, but your Papa has a Decepticon to keep satisfied." Glider squirms and opens her optics for a moment, staring at the minibot grumpily for daring to pull her out of her recharge cycle.

Shockwave chuckles softly as he goes to get the fold-out berth.

Shockwave pulls the box that the drones have delivered to him into the room, and smiles. He reaches over, and pulls Sparkride off of the couch. The mech looks faintly disgruntled, but is getting used to Shockwave's casual handling of smaller bots. "Your new frame is here, little bot."

The mech blinks at him in surprise, "So soon? It has only been three sols!"

"It did not take much to acquire it for you." He opens the box and pulls the minibot shell out of the packaging, dusting off a bit of foam insulation. "I believe this frame will suit you."

Shockwave has allowed himself to be extremely generous to Sparkride, and chose one of the shells which is slightly taller than the minibot average. With his sweetspark's jealousy, it was good not to have Sparkride in a perfect minibot shell, and it would account for the slightly larger spark that Sparkride would be putting inside it.

Sparkride stares at the shell as it is spread out on the floor. "It's so small."

Sedan peeks over at it from above the datapad he's reading, "That's one of the larger models of minibots I've seen."

He's glad his sweetspark recognizes that. He doesn't want Sedan to worry about this sort of thing. "Yes. I thought it would fit him better. It does take away some of the adorableness, but his spark won't feel cramped in it."

Sedan starts to move the datapads, and when they're all cleared off, he tugs his Precious into his lap. His minibot relaxes against him, glad to be cuddled, "How did you get it on such a short notice?"

He waves a servo dismissively, "I have several stored up. Just in case I need them. If you were ever damaged, I'd use one to keep you safe. I will not let you be stuck in a frame that isn't perfect. This one would have been here last sol, but I needed it to have a few modifications done." He smirks as he watches Sparkride poke at the shell, "One of which he's already found."

Sparkride yelps and curses when his poking provokes the spike mod into coming out. "Frag! You . . . it" he stares at it, optics wide, "it has a spike." His fingers slide down, avoiding the spike, which slowly retracts back into the frame. "And a valve."

Sedan shifts unhappily against him, and Shockwave pets him gently. "Yes, little bot. I told you I was intending on installing them before putting you inside."

Sedan makes a tiny, unhappy sound, "I don't want to have a spike or valve on him."

He kisses his little bot's head, "I will be programming them so they aren't functional unless a special code is put in him. They are there so that Megatron and Starscream won't demand that you have any installed, precious. I can take Sparkride with me when they want a minibot in the berth."

Sedan still looks a little nervous at that, but nods. "I... I can live with that."

He had spoken to Lord Megatron about that, and the mech had looked deeply irritated until he'd informed him what he was planning to do with Sparkride. He is fairly sure that Megatron would have told him to ignore Sedan's wishes entirely if he hadn't been willing to do this to Sparkride.

Starscream had idly wondered aloud if it was possible to put a valve mod on a minibot that would allow them to take a Decepticon-sized spike, and Shockwave had rather flatly informed him that it was possible.

If you wanted to remove most of the transformation cogs from the minibot and condemn them to a very short life before madness drove them to self-harm. Starscream had shut up after that, and informed him that they would settle on minibot-sized mods for his minibot.

Which Sparkride was still prodding. "These things . . they are going to take some time to get used to, I think."

He rubs Sedan's sides, "You won't even notice they are there until I put in the code to make them functional. Everything will act exactly the same way, and you'd just know they feel right since the frame had them. You don't have to get used to your current frame adjusting to them, since your spark will be settling into the minibot model."

Sparkride rubs the frame questioningly, "Will I be able to test them out?"

He nods, "You will be doing a private showing for Megatron and Starscream next sol. They wanted to play with your new frame and mods. I was informed you will not be damaged by too large spikes being shoved in your valve or mouth."

And he would be sending the minibot to them with a sore spark from all the use he plans on getting out of it that very night. Shockwave feels his systems tingle with anticipation. It is going to be wonderful, watching his minibots interface each other in front of him. He even has special mini cables in the new frame that will keep Sparkride and Sedan forced to stay together, sparks rubbing because the cables are too short to let them pull apart.

He picks up the frame, setting Sedan on the floor, "Let's go to the medic for the reformat. Is Glider still recharging?"

Sedan nods, "She is. She woke up a little bit ago, but dropped back down easily enough. I don't think it would be wise to take her out of the berth."

He had wanted to take all of them to the medic, but that may not be possible. "Then would you like to stay here to watch her, Precious? I can com ... " He trails off, unsure what to say. He doesn't know who he'd trust to come here to watch her. Megatron would need her brought to him.

"I can stay," Sedan says quietly, looking away. "I don't mind waiting for you to return. I think. . I think watching the spark transfer would not be good for me." His little bot still gets upset remembering the spark that he had fed to him. No matter how cute his little bot had looked taking it from his claws.

"Very well," Shockwave hums, bending down to kiss him. "We will be back shortly, my minibot. Transfers never take more than a megacycle."

Sedan arches up, dragging him back into another kiss, deeper this time. "And we can use him on the berth over and over."

His little bot had been looking forward to that. Sparkride had been self-servicing in the washrack quite a bit, as if to entice Sedan to try to 'face him. Shockwave always made sure to replace the coldspark code when he was going to be out of the room for more than half a megacycle, though. Not because he didn't trust Sedan, but because he didn't want the cyclebot to act in his slutty ways in the middle of the fragging room.

But now he won't have to do that any longer. He scoops up the empty shell and cyclebot. "Time to get your reformat, Sparkride." He will give the bot one last chance to change his mind when they get to the medic; otherwise, he now has his second minibot.

Sparkride twitches a bit as he's carried out of the room, towards the medical bay.

He rubs his claws absently on the mechs chest, not looking at the bot. "I want to talk to you while we are alone."

The cyclebot looks around them, at the empty hallway, "About what?"

"I want to discuss your price. I own Sedan, and I am certain the fact that I don't own you makes him very nervous."

Sparkride gives him a shocked look, "You want me to... sell my spark to you?"

He moves his claws so they are tapping softly on the bot's chest, "It means that you will not have to pay me back for the reformat if you ever leave. That I will take care of you. Or any number of things. You'd be able to tell me that you don't like something and I'd be more apt to listen to you, rather than pushing at it. You have noticed that I did not tell Sedan he was getting a valve or spike mod when he said no. And you got them anyway."

"I see." The cyclebot vents and looks away, "I am not for sale. I am a free bot, and will not make myself your slave."

"Indentured servant, if you prefer," Shockwave murmurs. "I am more than willing to buy your contract by the decavorn, and renegotiate when it runs out. Would that suit your sensibilities better?"

The bot tenses in his arms, "Perhaps. I do not want you to own me at all, Shockwave. Why would it upset Sedan that you do not own me?"

He taps the bot on the nose, "In Decepticon culture, and Sedan has been reading up on it, the bot that is sharing the berth that is not owned normally has superiority over the one that is. It does not matter that Sedan will have my bonding band on him, or has been carrying all my sparklings. If someone wanted to, they could ignore him and go straight to you when asking questions or wanting to talk to my family when I am not there. If I own you, then they will have to go to Sedan, and act properly around him. He's been classically trained on how to do this sort of thing."

"In that case, I would be willing to negotiate a contract where you own me only in name. That way he would not have to worry, and you would not truly-"

"No," Shockwave interrupts. "No. That is not acceptable. If I own you, little bot, then I own you. Spark and processor. You will be mine and will never doubt my ownership of you." In this, he will be honest with the cyclebot. "I am a very possessive bot. It is in my base coding."

Sparkride shifts a tiny bit in his arms, studying him. "... will you keep me safe?"

He nods once, sharply, "Any damage done to you will be fixed instantly, and I will do all that I can to shield you from the more unsavory parts of Decepticon culture."

The bot looks down at the floor, "Will you be sending Glider to a good school?"

He rolls his optic, "The very best. She will want for nothing. The credits you put into the bank account for her and Nitro frittered away on whores is nothing in comparison to what she will get now."

She will have the best of everything, and never want for anything. He also suspects that she will be terribly spoiled by Megatron. The bot loved sparklings so, and femme sparklings even more. She will have him wrapped around her dainty minibot fingers before she can even walk.

And Megatron will love every klik of it. He has already expressed great joy in the few times he has been asked to watch her for the evening.

He's certain Starscream adores her, as well. Even if the seeker refuses to admit to be softsparked enough for that.

Sparkride offlines his visor, "I... I don't know. I ... freedom is a right of al-'

He puts his claw in the bot's mouth, "You will not say that in New Kaon, nor around me, little bot. Not if you want to keep use of your vocal processor. Right now you are teetering on the edge of my patience, and are still a cyclebot. I will be more willing to put up with your refusals when I can look at you with a hot spark. Right now, it is all I can do not to tear your glossa out."

Sparkride goes silent, and Shockwave places him on the medical berth, putting the new shell next to him.

The medic studies the frame, "This is a very good shell for a reformat. It's never held a spark before, so it will take the new one easily." He pats Sparkride's chest, "One last chance to change your mind, cyclebot. After this, you won't be able to transfer back into the old frame." It will, in fact, be recycled for scrap to prevent even the urge for transfer.

The cyclebot looks at it for a long moment, takes a soothing in-vent, and nods. "I'm ready for the transfer." The mech lays down, pointing up at Shockwave, "I'd like you to remove my chevron, and place it on my new helmet."

He pokes the forehead crest dubiously, "You already have horns, little bot. You don't need this."

Sparkride gives him an irritated look, "I like my chevron. And you're setting me in a green and silver frame. Let me have my chevron."

He rolls his optic, "That's electric paint. You can change it to whatever colors you want."

The bot stares at the frame, tallying up the expense of so many mods and special features. "Really? If I . . If I sell myself to you for a decavorn at a fair price, how much of this frame will that pay off?"

Shockwave taps his claws on the berth, calculating it, "Less than an eighth." He can hear the bot suck in a sharp in-vent in shock. "But I would be generous if you agreed to my ownership, and let you pay off a full quarter of it in that decavorn."

Sparkride offlines his optics, laying flat and opening his plates to allow Razor to connect the datapad, "I need to think about this. Give me time."

His spark pulses hot in his chest as he thinks about another minibot in his berth. "As long as you think about it, I will give you time. He can be much more patient when it comes to minibots. Especially ones 'facing other minibots in his berth.

Maybe he'll use Sparkride at a minibot brothel to watch all the prostibots use him, and Sedan in his lap to play with his delicious tiny spark.

There were several brothels he knew of that would love to have the use of a minibot for the evening. One of them even specialized in small-framed bots and would allow him to record the event. Not quite the same as having an orgy of minibots, but nearly as good.

He sat down on a guest seat to watch the procedure as the medic offlined Sparkride's systems to prepare for the transfer.

He holds his newest minibot in his arms, rubbing Sparkride's chest lovingly as he walks down the hall. The former cyclebot moans as he onlines slowly, blinking at him with pretty green optics. "I... I feel..." The bot gasps, arching up and moaning, "Warm."

He has been playing with the bot's frame since the transfer finished. He wasn't going to let a little thing like his minibot being offline stop him from touching such a tasty morsel. "Anything else?" He wants to make sure that the code to keep the valve and spike off is working. If not, he'll need to do more tweaks to it. He's glad there isn't a telltale tapping of the spike pressurizing against armor, but if Sparkride starts rubbing at it, he can't show Sedan just yet.

Shockwave rubs his claws against the bot's pelvic armor, and Sparkride squirms, trying to get his servo back up to his sparkplates. "N-no. Just . . my spark feels so hot." Another squirm, made utterly delicious by his minibot frame, "And . . I feel so small." He is significantly smaller than he was as a cyclebot, but the change is still small enough that he finds it silly that the bot would remark on it.

He smiles, sticking his claws in his little bot's mouth, "You're larger than a normal minibot, precious."

Sparkride's optics dim, and the bot arches up to get more touching, "Use my spark?"

He teases at various transformation seams, stepping into the room. "I think Sedan should get you first." He looks away from Sparkride, What do you think, Se-" He cuts himself off, blinking in shock, "Lord Megatron. Did you... want something?"

His Lord turns around, kissing Glider on the head, "I wanted to show off to the Autobots that we do have sparklings running around." The bot pauses, "Well, if not literally."

Sedan is leaning against Megatron's ped, servos stroking the larger bot's armor. His little bot knows how to be properly demure and submissive for the large Decepticon.

"Yes, My Liege. They will be very jealous that we have such an adorable femme sparkling in our midst." Shockwave holds out Sparkride's heated frame, "Sparkride has taken well to his reformat. He has the mods you requested as well." Shockwave touches Sparkride's pelvic armor to demonstrate, manipulating his claws to pull the armor plating away and reveal the recessed spike and the valve.

Megatron moves over, rubbing a finger on it, trying to get the spike to pressurize, and frowning when that doesn't happen. "Did you install a defective one?"

If it was defective, it wouldn't have sprung up so eagerly in Sparkride's servo, even as an empty shell. "No, my lord. As I told you, Sedan doesn't want them in the berth. I have it set so they will not react. When you call for Sparkride in your berth, I will have him fully ready for you. I will even be providing you with a datapad with the turn on and shut off codes. So you can play with him however you wish."

Megatron raises an optic ridge with interest, "That is interesting." Glider is set in Sedan's servos, and Sparkride put on the floor with his 'facing mods exposed, before Shockwave is yanked against his leaders chest and gets groped demandingly. "I look forward to using your valve when you have one." The bot's fingers rub at his armor, right where the mod will go, "I want you dripping for me. I would like a spike large enough for a Decepticon, as well. But just a valve will be fine for now."

Shockwave nuzzles his face against Megatron's shoulder, turning a bit to lick at his neck cabling. "Yes, my liege. It will take some time to acquire a suitable spike mod, but the valve can be installed sometime in the next decacycle if you wish it."

Strong servos grope his aft again, "I do wish it. You will install the valve as soon as possible so that I may be the first to take it." Megatron pauses, "Size it a bit smaller than my spike. I want you tight."

Shockwave licks the neck cabling again, "Yes, My Liege."

Megatron rubs the hot pelvic armor against him demandingly, "I'd tell you to suck on my spike now, but I must go to talk to the Autobots." Megatron leans down, rubbing his thumb against Sparkride's 'facing mods for a moment, then picks up Glider. The Decepticon leader presses a tiny kiss to Sedan's head, murmuring softly, "Since you are very certain you don't want to join us in the berth with our mods, Sweetspark, I will not ask you a second time."

Sedan smiles, kissing Megatron back, "Thank you, My Lord. Go show them how wonderful you are with sparklings. She's never fussy with you."

In fact, Glider is already curled contentedly against Megatron's chest, basking in the warmth of his spark. Glider knows what any bot that spends time around Megatron comes to know-the bot has a spark second to none.

Sadly, there would be no more thoughts of pleasuring that spark, as the bond denied him that. At least he could interface with the mods. It was going to be magnificent, getting a valve for his liege to use as he pleased.

He is practically squirming with anticipation for it. Maybe his lord will use him on a com call to the Autobots, just to show his power. He would not even mind being told to suck spike with Lugnut, as long as it is Megatron's spike and he doesn't have his glossa touch Lugnut's that much.

Lord Megatron stands up, done playing with Sparkride's inactive 'facing array, and kisses him. "I want him with a hotspark code when he's put in my room. It will remain until he returns to your room."

He nods reluctantly, unsure if that will be healthy for his little bot. "Yes, My Lord."

His aft is groped, "Good. I want to see how well he reacts to us covering him in transfluid."

He isn't surprised that is the plan, especially since they agreed not to spike his tiny bot. "I'm sure he'll be just as happy as I was to have it done."

Or Sparkride's hotspark code will make him that happy and eager for it, no matter how he may feel about it afterwards. Hotspark codes are tricky things like that. Good for making a bot enjoy something they otherwise wouldn't, because their spark keeps pulsing hot and needy in their chest.

He's not sure how that will interact with the spike and valve mods, but he suspects it will be quite messy.

Megatron squeezes his aft again, and leaves the room.

Sedan moves over to Sparkride, reaching over to pinch on of the horns experimentally. "Close the 'facing mod panels, I don't like them."

Sparkride makes a tiny wanting sound, servos grasping at the air, "Those are sensitive." And they should be, since Shockwave tweaked the bot's coding to be more eager if you play with him like a minibot should be played with.

"Really?" Sedan presses up against Sparkride after the bot closes his panels, tucking his mods away. "So it feels really good when I do this?" He stands up on the tips of his peds to lick one of the horns, and Sparkride cries out with pleasure, clutching at Sedan's frame.

The sight of the two minibot frames rubbing together makes Shockwave's spark throb with desire.

Stepping closer, he dims his optic, picking them up. "Shall we continue this in the berth, my little bots?"

Sparkride is writing against his chest, unable to talk coherently, but Sedan continues to pinch and tease the little horns. "I'd like that, my love. I have been looking forward to this."

He's been kissing Sparkride when Shockwave was away, even though he had an awful cyclebot frame. At least now Sparkride is adorable and sexy, showing off his hot minibot frame with all the characteristic sluttiness that he had as a cyclebot. When the bot gets more used to the frame, Shockwave suspects that Sparkride will be the sluttiest of his minibots, assuming he is allowed to gradually accumulate more when he proves to Lord Megatron that he is responsible enough for them.

Typewith: http://typewith.me/HaveSomeProwl Title: Of Minibots And Monsters Rating: … kinda high, actually. Not even counting porn. Summary: Sometimes saving someone is worth it. Shockwave knows this very well. Notes: There is abuse, mentions of rape, and lots of other things in this story. It is kinda triggery. Just… use caution, okay?

"I warned you, little bot. I know you don't like thinking you were tricked, but you were. Those bots you called your friends were clearly not, if not a single bot told you that you were paying too much for sparkling energon." The cyclebot struggles a bit, his green shoulder fairings splaying out as he tries to pry the clamp off.

Taking the minibot sparkling away, he presses a kiss to little Gliders forehead. He has work to do, and he's not going to deal with the cyclebot's stupidity.

He steps out of the ship, doing a mental inventory of what all he has in his subspace. He's fairly sure he has everything he'd gotten for the sparkling and Sedan. Glider is carefully bundled in a heating blanket, just on the edge of recharge and wakefulness, while Sparkride is walking next to him, looking betrayed. He had gone a tiny bit out of his way to go to a energon shop with the bot, and ordered sparkling energon, the cyclebot is only just realizing how awful of a bot Nitroburst was, and is taking the time to digest the information.

Shockwave just hopes it keeps the bot quiet.

He had checked Sparkride for hacking, and was rather disgusted at the slop work that had been done. The cyclebot had a very loose and wobbly version of Shockwave's own hotspark code. Only instead of it being neatly fitten in to have a slight willingness for more 'facing, the bot was inclined to hit on everyone indiscriminately. Sparkride also had been more inclined to ramble, but he'd fixed it up in the little time he spent in the bot's processor. It is still slightly mangled, but he's not investing more time in the bot until he knows what he's going to be doing with him.

It would be a waste of resources. And perhaps the cyclebot will catch Blitzwings optic and then he won't have to deal with him at all. Blitzwing likes them slim and tiny. Oil Slick must have been the ideal catch for him, as it was nigh on impossible to get much slimmer without snapping in a slight breeze.

He'd already checked in with Megatron, who had assured him that he did not need to see the sparkling first-he would see it the following sol, after his evening with Shockwave. He wonders if it is possible for them to touch his spark, or if he will have to self-service. If Megatron and Starscream will even allow him to self-service.

But enough of such dreary thoughts. He has a sparkling to reunite with its creator.

Putting a claw to his temple, he murmurs softly, "Sedan, Precious, are you busy? I have the present for you."

The reply is quick, "I'm never too busy for you, Shockwave. Would you like me to come out to the hall to wait for you, or should I remain in the room?"

As much as he'd like to tell his tiny bot to come out to meet him, he doesn't want Sedan exposed to the other Decepticons. They have to learn, and soon, that little bots are not free berthbots. Especially not his adored little minibots. "Just stay there. I will be in soon. I just wanted you to know so you could finish up self servicing if that was what you were doing. You wouldn't want to be doing that when you see the gift I have for you."

There's a soft laugh over the comline, "I was reading. But I made sure to self-service a lot while you were gone. So you would have lots of footage to watch when you came back." That makes Shockwave's spark pulse with desire, and Glider squirms against him, pleased by the increased, comfortable heat.

"I will be with you soon, Sweetspark. Make sure your sparkplates are closed when I arrive. I don't want to see even a hint of spark just yet."

There's a long pause, and then Sedan replies, "If you're sure you don't want me to greet you with my sparkchamber open, and one of those charge-pulsing toys inside, then I won't."

His engine revs, spark heating even more, "It would not fit with the gift, Sweetspark. Just remain closed and on the couch or wherever you are."

His little bot sounds softly amused, "I'm on your chair. I'd like it more if you were on it so I could be next to you, but I make due."

He chuckles, a soft rumble in his chest, making Glider make tiny pleased sounds against him. "I will be there soon, precious." He looks down at Sparkride, and reluctantly adds, "And we have a guest that is staying with us for now. If you wish him gone, you only need to say so, and he will not trouble you at all."

"A guest?" his minibot's voice turns small. "W-will you expect me to service him?"

Shockwave snaps in reaction, "No. Absolutely not. You will not do that. And if he asks for it, you are to inform me so that I may offline him."

A sigh of relief, "Thank you, Shockwave. You are so much better to me than I deserve. I will wait for you."

Shockwave bounces Glider a bit, wanting the bot online when he shows him to Sedan. "And I will be with you shortly." Glider makes an adorable scowling face up at him, and scratches at Shockwave's armor with his tiny sparkling claws. Shockwave coos at him after he disconnects the call, "Such a sweet little thing you are. Megatron is going to love you."

The little bot doesn't do more than scowl even deeper, and he smiles down at his little sparkling lovingly as he walks to the room. He pauses by it, and Sparkride gently taps his leg, asking quietly, "What do you want me to do?"

Looking down at the cyclebot, he gives the mech a disgusted look. "Stay back, and don't interrupt. You may watch, but do not expect to be allowed near our sparkling anytime soon. You are not welcome here, and are only allowed due to a whim and Megatron's allowance. If you had not insisted on coming, you would still be at your house, and you never would have seen me at all if it had gone according to plan."

The bot looks up at him, wrapping his arms around his chest, then looking away, "I understand."

He likes this quieter, more compliant Sparkride far more than the defiant frustrating one from before. He may have to figure out a way to hack the bot into always being like this, if he keeps him. Or maybe he won't. He'll see.

Perhaps the reformat into a new frame will help with that. It is certainly true that a frame type does put certain constraints on a bot's personality, and a smaller, more compact frame might help the bot contain a cyclebot's restless energy. They're flighty little things if they're not ninjabot trained, and Shockwave wonders how the bot ever managed to sit through a council meeting. Perhaps he was playing games in his processor the entire time.

Sparkride follows him slowly, and Shockwave stops in front of his door, adjusting Glider in his arms to better show him off. He won't be cruel and hide him from sight, making Sedan work to see what he's holding. Sedan will see him right away, and hopefully understand this is his sparkling.

Sedan looks up at him when the door is opened, expression turning confused at the sparkling. "Shockwa-..." His little bot looks at Sparkride, then at the sparkling, back to Sparkride, then the sparkling, venting hitching up. "Th-they're... They're alive. I th-thought tha-that N-Nitroburst had offlined them in a f-fit of rage." His little bot slips off the chair only to stumble clumsily to the ground, hitched venting into small sobs.

Moving over, he slips their sparkling into his Precious' arms, pressing a kiss to his crying Sedan's helmet. "It's okay, Sweetspark. He's back with you, and you'll never lose him again."

Sedan sobs, clutching at the sparkling and at Shockwave. He's fascinated by the way Glider freezes in place, and then makes the happiest noise he's heard from the sparkling yet. Glider snuggles up against Sedan's chest and nearly purrs with happiness. This only makes Sedan's sobs louder, and he falls to his knees, pressing helpless little kisses to Shockwave's leg.

Shockwave picks Sedan up and carries them over to the couch, sitting down with Sedan on his lap.

"Wh-what," the bot manages between sobs, "wh-what's his n-name?"

Shockwave rubs his little minibot's helmet, pressing a loving kiss to his lips, "You may name him what you originally wanted to call him, Sedan. He is your sparkling. No one should have ever taken him from you."

Sedan shakes his head, clutching the sparkling closer, "I-I... I couldn't. N-never e-even th-thought about n-naming him. D-didn't even get to kn-know it was a him. W-was better t-to think h-he was offline than h-hope!"

It breaks his spark to think that his little bot thought that an offline sparkling was better than one that never knew his proper creator. He can understand not wanting his sparkling to know he was a prostibot, forced unfairly to work, but not that his Precious had thought such a thing. But his little bot had thought that Nitroburst killed his sparkling. That would fit. Kissing Sedan on the head, he murmurs, "They named him Glider, but if you don't like it, he can have another name."

"Gli-glider," he stares at the sparkling with adoration in his optics, and then looks up, across the room, where Sparkride is leaning against the wall, curled up on himself a bit. "You're . . Sparkride, right? I . . I can't really r-remember. But I . . you carried him. You kept him safe, and l-loved him?" He shifts Glider to one arm and holds out his other at Sparkride, "Please, c-come here. I . . he's y-your sparkling too."

Sparkride takes a hesitant step forward, and when Shockwave doesn't order him to stop, he rushes over and climbs up on Shockwave's lap, hovering just inches away from Sedan and his sparkling. "I am Sparkride, and I did take care of him. I . . will likely end up reformatting as a minibot so I can stay with him."

Shockwave is much more inclined to let the bot stay since Sedan doesn't despise the bot. "He wants to know what kind of lover I am before he agrees. If you do not want him to join us, you just need to say so, and he is gone."

Sedan smiles shyly, tugging him down for a kiss, then freezing, "Was I not su-"

He kisses his little bot lovingly, "He knows, little bot." He sighs softly, "Megatron as well now, actually. Not a bad thing, but I do not look forward to being told to lick sparkbonded sparks. Especially if you want to keep Sparkride. I will have to impress Lord Megatron and Starscream if you want him here."

Sedan reaches up with his free servo and rests it on Shockwave's chest. "You sh-shouldn't be forced to do things in the berth that you don't want to." Glider makes a noise, and his servo comes back down to rub his back. Sedan looks up with bleak optics, "I . . I don't even know how to fuel him the right way. How . . ." he trails off unhappily.

Sparkride hesitantly touches his shoulder guard. "I will teach you anything you need to know. If Shockwave and . . Megatron will allow it. It is not hard. You'll learn very quickly."

He presses a kiss to Sedan's helmet, "I will allow him if you want him, Precious. He is only here if you want him here. If you want him, I will do better than my best to convince Megatron. If not, then I will just try my best."

Sedan gives him a tiny smile, kissing him again, "I... I'd like him to st-stay. I'll tell him how wonderful you are, so he can know he should be a minibot for you. Know how you're worth a reformatting to a different model type. If you had liked other models, I would reformat to that just to be with you."

"But I adore your frame, little one," Shockwave purrs, claws tickling Sedan's frame. "And I think your sweet little sparkling does as well." Glider snuggles against him, waving his tiny servos in a typically random sparkling way. It's so adorable that Shockwave has to record it even more than he normally records every moment of Sedan's life.

He is a spybot. You couldn't expect him to not record something.

Shockwave kisses Sedan, claws rubbing his audio nubbins. "I am willing to give Sparkride a few sols to decide if he will accept the reformat." He was not feeling particularly patient.

Sparkride shifts uncomfortably, "You said I had a stellar cycle."

He taps the mech in the chest, "Your frame is something I'm not the least bit interested in, and Sedan has offered to convince you to reformat. If you still refuse by the end of that, you will never accept. I am not willing to wait so long on a bot that is just wasting my time."

Sparkride looks away, rubbing the tiny dent his claw had left, "I... I will think about it even harder than I already have been, then."

His minibot shifts until he's in front of Sparkride, separating the cyclebot from Shockwave. "I am certain he will be happy to take the reformat, or some other bot will be happy to have him as a cyclebot."

Shockwave is about to respond when he receives a com request from his Lord, and he presses his claws to his temple, "Yes, My Liege? How may I serve you this sol?"

There's a soft chuckle, "You can 'serve' me in the berth tonight, Shockwave. Come to my quarters now. Leave your minibot behind."

Shockwave's spark pulses with desire and nerves, "Yes, My Liege. I will be there shortly."

He drops his claws and stares at Sparkride. He cannot trust the bot, and he may be injured quite badly this night by his interfacing with Megatron. Shockwave walks to his closet and tugs out something he was hoping he would not have to show his sweet Sedan.

A cage, sized for small-framed bots. He does not have the time to hack Sparkride into obedience; not if he has to see Megatron shortly. "Get in, Sparkride." He opens the cage door, and the cyclebot stares at it.

". . what?"

He taps the top of it irritably, "I must go now, and I can not trust you to not try to steal Sedan and our sparkling the moment I leave. You will get in."

Sedan makes a tiny unhappy sound, "Would you put me in that?"

He moves away from the cage, next to his tiny bot in an instant, and kisses him softly, rubbing his minibot's back, "No, Precious. You never would have seen this at all if I hadn't had to leave. I had been planning on getting rid of it, but just hadn't gotten around to it because you're always in the room and so tempting." He nibbles on the little nubbins, "With your pretty little spark and how you overload for me so beautifully."

It was a lie, since he'd keep the cage just in case he needed it for a different minibot, but one he's going to maintain just so Sedan didn't get worried. He has no intention of ever using it on his beautiful future consort. Sedan would never think of running away from him.

Sparkride, however . . . "Get in the cage," he repeats, tone growing tight. If he has to, he will force the bot inside, but that will not speak well for the bot's future life with him.

The cyclebot slowly approaches the cage and takes a hesitant step inside, having to hunch over to get in the door, since it really is sized for minibots, and he's a bit taller than their model. Sparkride sits on the floor of the cage and prods at a strange dish. "What is this for?" Shockwave closes the cage door and locks it, and then fills the energon reservoir.

"That is your fueling dish." Shockwave says, and watches as the energon drips down to fill the shallow dish. "You will fuel from that while I am gone." He bends down and kisses Sedan softly. "Be well, my minibot. I will return to you in the morning. If you need anything, you can com . . . the medicbot." It isn't perfect, but Lugnut is locked out of his options until Team Chaar leaves again.

He will not allow Strika near Sedan ever again.

Sedan kisses him softly, "Can I ... Can I give Sparkride a cube of energon? So he doesn't have to drink from... that?"

He must leave, and he hates how he can't just stay since this shows how he treats misbehaving minibots. "Cubes do not fit through the bars, Sweetspark. You may fuel him if you hold the cube for him to drink." He kisses Sedan, then Glider, "I must go."

Sedan nods, "Come back safe to me."

He smiles, pressing his claws to his minibot's faceplates, "I will."

He leaves his minibot behind with much regret and worry, hoping that Sparkride does not try and tell terrible lies to his little love while he is gone. He will review the vids after Lord Megatron and Starscream are . . . satisfied and in recharge.

Pressing the chime for Megatron's door, Shockwave waits to be allowed inside.

His Lord opens the door and lets him in, and Shockwave examines the room with curiosity.

Starscreams foul influence is everywhere now, and the seeker has changed everything in the rooms, redecorating to his wicked spark's content.

He is immediately assaulted by the seeker, being yanked in, and pelvic armor rubbed against him demandingly, "Finally. What took you so long?"

He is confused as to why the bot is so... cuddly - for lack of a better word - with him, servos rubbing along his back. "I had to make sure that Sparkride and Seda-"

The bot pushes him against the wall, still rubbing their pelvic armor together for some reason, "You should have come when Megatron commed you. We want you in the berth, and you were not here. You're going to have to be against the wall first, then. I have been wanting to be with you for a long time, and I'm glad that Megatron is finally letting you into our berth." He reluctantly reaches up for Starscream's sparkplates, only to have his claws shoved down, and then sharp seeker talons push on his shoulders. "Get on your knees."

Shockwave obeys slowly, unsure what Starscream wants from him, doing as ordered only because Megatron is watching with hot optics, rubbing at his pelvic armor the same way Starscream is. "What-"

Starscream grips one of his antlers and tugs his face back, "Open your mouth. I want to see it first." He opens, and sharp claws press inside, testing the gears there. "Use them on my claw. I want to feel them." He obeys once more, letting the gears roll very gently against Starscream's claw. "Primus," the bot gasps, and withdraws his claws. There's a click, and his pelvic armor retracts, and . . . Oh, thank Primus.

The mech has a spike.

The seeker has an interfacing mod that he wants Shockwave to pleasure, and he is not being asked to lick bonded sparks and injure himself. Relief washes through him, and he leans in, optic dimming, "Would you like me to pleasure you now?"

His antlers are tugged in answer, and Shockwave gets to work, optic glancing over to see that Megatron has also slid back his pelvic armor, revealing a similar mod.

Thank Primus.

When he onlined in the morning, it had been to being rubbed against, and having to overload the bots several times, but he had done it.

Now, however, he is covered in transfluid, and walking into his room. He wants to take a solvent bath with his minibot and possibly have a nice spark frag. He is allowed to keep Sparkride if he wants to, at least.

He feels sticky and gross, not liking how filthy spike and valve mods are. It had been fun licking them there, but now he just wants to get clean. Not deal with what he is right now.

"Move, Lugnut."

Lugnut stares at him, and then narrows all five of his optics, "Where did you get so fragged up?"

Shockwave, despite feeling disgusting and needing a wash badly, smirks unseen at the other bot, dimming his optic with satisfaction, "Lord Megatron and Starscream did me the honor of inviting me to their berth. It was a very . . . enlightening evening."

Lugnut's optics burn with jealousy, "You lie! They are sparkbonded, and-"

"And sparkbonds do not interfere with interfacing mods." He could tell the bot that they were planning on dragging the larger bot to the berth soon, but he is in no mood. "Let me by."

The mech glares at him, "Why would they want you in the berth? You have nothing to offer them!"

He is so tempted to stick out his glossa, just to prove the bot wrong. He keeps the feeling in check, just crossing his arms, "Starscream is a seeker." Which is the politest way he can say that Lord Megatron's bonded is the sluttiest sparkbonded bot he's ever seen. He could not sparkbond with Sedan - not that he's planning to - if his minibot was half as slutty as Starscream. The idea of actually liking any other model type because his sparkbonded does makes him feel kind of ill.

He enjoys minibots, and no other bots. It is the natural way for him, and he would have it no other way. Shockwave leaves Lugnut behind, who is fuming with jealousy. It suits him just fine, of course. He wants to check up on his sweet little minibot and their sparkling. Their adorable little sparkling which he will be taking to the medicbot for a good scanning this sol.

It would be good to have Sparkride scanned as well, to check and make sure his spark can handle a reformat. A few cannot.

If the bot is unable, he's not even going to waste the few solar cycles he was willing to give before. He's just glad that he had bargained the bot's frame as a reason to go into Megatron and Starscream's berth. Especially now that he knows he would have been dragged in no matter what. He's going to have to get a valve mod to make it even better for them next time.

Which isn't bad, just frustrating that he couldn't have just been using his spark before they sparkbonded. He had to rub his spark against their spikes because they loved the feel of it. He has to clean his chamber, and it feels disgusting.

He walks into the room to see Sedan curled up against the cage in recharge with Glider on his chest and Sparkride's fingers petting his helmet. The cyclebot is also recharging, but is making tiny little panting sounds that can only be a dream about 'facing.

He scowls, it seems that he hadn't gotten all of the hotspark code out of the bot.

He'll have to run his own scans at the medic, but first, he is washing all this fluid off of him, and out of his sparkchamber.

Shockwave steps into the washrack and turns the solvent sprays on, scrubbing himself thoroughly, because the slagging fluids had begun to dry out from the previous night and were thoroughly disgusting by now. It's good to get clean, and his sparkchamber is practically shining by the time he finishes scrubbing his wires.

He is interrupted when he's almost done by Sedan. His minibot blinks at him for a long moment, then asks shyly, "Spike mods?"

It hurts his spark to realize that Sedan most likely had spikes shoved in him in places that were never designed for it, and would have ruined circuitry because of that. He reaches over, pulling his little bot close, and tickling Gliders head, "I am expected to get a valve mod for them to use later. They said that you may join if you want to at some point." Really, they had said that it would be wonderful to see him be tied down and watch as Sedan used him, and then they could ride his aft as Sedan rides his spark, but he's not going to say that if his minibot doesn't want it.

He's nuzzled against, "I wouldn't mind. You won't let them hurt me."

"You're right, Sweetspark, I won't." But if they wanted to hurt Sedan, he would not object or stop them. It was Megatron's right. He was very happy that his Liege was not a sadist, and would not hurt his Sweetspark. "You would find it very pleasurable, and they would not use your spark since they are bonded." Hopefully, they would not expect the tiny bot to do much pleasuring of their spikes either, as he wasn't properly sized for it.

Sedan cuddles against him as Glider giggles under the solvent spray. "Could you let Sparkride out? He should be allowed to move around."

The cage is just a tiny bit too small for a cyclebot, even if it is perfect for a minibot. "As long as he behaves. Did he drink the energon?" He saw the pink in the dish, but he's not going to punish the mech for not drinking it since he knew Sedan had insisted on feeding the mech in the vids he'd reviewed.

His little bot nods, "I ... I didn't want him to lick it out of the dish."

He rubs the tiny nubbin on the side of Sedan's helmet, "He could have used his servo." He loved watching the minibots putting their tiny fingers in the dish and licking it off. It was something he sometimes self serviced to, especially the one were he had put a hotspark code in and the bot had rubbed it over his spark, overloaded, and took the energon that way.

It had been extremely expensive to get the minibot to agree to do that with him. He'd had to pay nearly a full stellar cycle of his own pay for a single shot at the bot's code, and more for the chance to lock the bot up and have him take his energon that way.

But it had been worth every single credit he'd spent, and the difficulty of taking the cage with him, as it was too large to be put in subspace.

Too bad his Sweetspark is opposed to playing any games with it, or he could have fun pretending to have a reluctant minibot.

Maybe Sparkride will. He will keep the cage unlocked for it, of course, and then the reformatted minibot will not have anything to worry about as he does it.

He finishes cleaning, and walks out of the washrack, still dripping wet, not caring about the floor. "Sparkride." The bot looks up at him from sitting and staring at the floor, "Let's get you cleaned up. We're going to the medic, and I want to have you clean."

The bot stands cautiously, "Will I be helping you clean?"

He isn't sure he likes the small hint of hopefulness at the bot's offer. He will like it if the mech is a minibot, but as a cyclebot, it is distasteful. "You will be helping Sedan and Glider."

"Yes, sir," the bot says respectfully, stretching his long limbs as though he had been kept in the cage for vorns, and not just a few megacycles. "I appreciate your willingness to . . try and let me stay with you." He ducks his head, and shifts his stance to something Shockwave assumes normal bots would find alluring. Shockwave does not.

"Go help them clean. I will prepare something for Glider." A little makeshift sparkling sling. Some soft metal mesh that he can loop around his neck or shoulder to hold Glider in comfort.

The bot looks like he's about to touch him, but wisely thinks better of it. He doesn't glance back to see if the mech continues to walk in a way that emphasizes his aft. He will when Sparkride is a minibot, but no other time. If the bot is reformatted and insists on doing that, he is likely to rub his spark all over it, though.

He forces the thought of rubbing his spark on Sedan's aft - since he doesn't know if Sparkride will be a minibot - away, and works on returning the cage to where it was before. He then pulls out a nice metal mesh, working it into a serviceable sling. He is not as good as Random is, but he is perfectly capable of doing this.

It comes out nicely, shaped and curved so the little sparkling won't be able to claw his way out of it. He'll just have a soft metal sling to rest in, and it should help the little bot get more recharge while he's carried. Of course, it's harder to shape one for Sedan's size, but the sling he makes for his little minibot will work just as well, even if there is a better chance of Glider escaping from that one, purely because it has to be smaller for Sedan to hold it.

He is thinking about making a third, for Sparkride as a minibot, when they all come out of the washrack, shining brightly. He adjusts the sling on himself, "Did Sparkride try to get you to 'face him?" He doesn't approve of the fact that the bot doesn't seem to care that a sparkling is there when he had been propositioned.

Sedan shakes his head, "No. He knew you wouldn't like it." His minibot walks over kissing him, "Will you be holding Glider, then?"

"If you do not object to it," Shockwave reaches down and takes the tiny sparkling, cooing at it. "Have you been a good sparkling for Sedan, little one?" Glider blinks at him without comprehension, and then turns to bite one of his claw tips, trying to chew on it with his weak little denta. "I suppose that is a yes, is it?" Shockwave tucks the bot into the sling, and Glider shifts fussily for a klik before deciding he likes it and settles down.

Sedan nuzzles against him, "Why are we going to the medic?"

He stands up, pulling his minibot in his arms, and reluctantly taking Sparkride into the other, "We are checking up on Glider's health, since I don't know how to scan a sparkling, and then we are seeing if Sparkride is even able to have a reformat. If not, then we don't even need to keep him on for the few solar cycles."

Sparkride stiffens as they head out the door, "You'll just ge-"

He gives the mech a flat look, "Yes, I will. I have told you over and over, I have no interest in cyclebots."

"Then I pray to Primus that I can have a reformat," the bot says flatly, apparently resigned to his fate as Shockwave's potential sparktoy. "I do not want to lose access to my . . to Sedan's sparkling."

He is going to have to make sure that Sparkride's reformat has sweet little minibot horns for him to pinch, because he can already tell that Sparkride is going to need frequent punishment to remind him to behave like a good pet. He'll also like to watch Sedan lick the little horns to pleasure him.

If he can have a reformat and agrees to it.

Sedan touches Shockwave's faceplates, "Our sparkling? All three of ours if he can stay?"

He'd like to say no, but he can not deny his minibot. "If he takes the reformat, then yes. Glider will be all of ours if he is a minibot."

Sparkride relaxes, "I'll be a minibot, then. Reformat rejections are rare, and I'll gladly transfer if I can stay with Glider."

"We are having you tested first," he reminds the cyclebot, reaching out to pinch his forehead crest sharply. The bot flinches, and Shockwave lifts both of them up onto the medical berth, cradling Glider in his mesh net. "Medic," he raises his voice, and one of the medicbot's peers out from the back office, "I would like you to come work on my minibot and sparkling, please." He taps Sparkride, "The cyclebot is thinking of a reformat, and I want you to test that as well."

Razor, the medic that had worked on Sedan before, comes forward, looking amused. "Finally come, then? With a little sparkling and a soon to be minibot." The bot pulls out a datapad, "I'm a bit disappointed in you for not coming before, but I suppose I understand wanting to make sure the repairs worked."

He rubs Sedan's audio nubs, "Just make sure they're okay. I need to know if Glider is malnourished because of bad treatment."

Sedan gasps, giving Sparkride a betrayed look, "You didn't fe-"

He kisses his minibot, "From what I can tell, Sparkride was very good at keeping Glider safe. It was Nitroburst that I am worried damaged him. The bot had claimed that sparkling energon cost more than normal energon, and was using that against him. We will not allow Glider to be hurt, precious."

"I always made sure that Glider had plenty of sparkling fuel," Sparkride protests. "He never went hungry, even if I had to cut back my fuel intake to get him the energon he needed."

Shockwave believes that. The bot was very protective of Sedan's sparkling, but he is still going to have the medic check. He holds the sparkling out, and Glider fusses, instinctively showing dislike of the medicbot, which is natural for most sparklings.

They are aware very early on that medicbots mean terrible things.

Razor chuckles softly, holding the sparkling carefully and putting a datapad in a small access port. The bot smiles a little wider as the sparkling swipes at his face, "He's very sure of himself, isn't he?"

Sparkride nods, "He knows what he wants."

The medic hums softly and looks at the datapad as it scans. When it beeps, Razor's optics widen, "Well... that's a surprise."

Shockwave is certain that it isn't a bad surprise, the medic would look more distressed if it was. "What is it?"

"Your mechling is a femme."

Sparkride stares at Glider, and then shakes his head, "The other scans said Glider was a mech. Always."

The medic frowns, "Are you doubting me? Your sparkling is a femme. She has a femme spark, and femme coding. Not a trace of mechling in her, and any half-decent scan would see that."

Typewith: http://typewith.me/HaveSomeProwl Title: Of Minibots And Monsters Rating: … kinda high, actually. Not even counting porn. Summary: Sometimes saving someone is worth it. Shockwave knows this very well. Notes: There is abuse, mentions of rape, and lots of other things in this story. It is kinda triggery. Just… use caution, okay?

Sparkride's optics are flickering, and Glider is already offline. "You're very warm."

He doesn't need to be hit on by a cyclebot. He really doesn't. "Recharge, Sparkride."

The mech makes a tiny sound, and he can hear the bots systems cycling down. When he can tell Sparkride is completely offline, he allows himself to follow.

There's a bot grinding down on him, and Shockwave's systems slowly cycle online. Pleasure makes his spark pulse a little hotter, looking forward to a morning overload with whichever sweet minibot is squirming away on his chest.

Except . . . the frame on him feels rather larger than a minibot frame.

He onlines his optic, and shudders with disgust at the sight of the recharging cyclebot grinding shamelessly, optics and systems offline, but spark throbbing with heat through his plates. Shockwave plucks the bot off with two claws, and deposits him on the berth. Sparkride makes a sad noise in his recharge, and curls up on the metal.

Shockwave is perfectly fine with disappointing a cyclebot. Now, the tiny minibot sparkling on his chest is a different matter. Glider is online-has been online for an indeterminate amount of time, and is staring up at him with bright red optics, sucking on one of his own tiny fingers. Claws, really, considering how sharp they are. He wonders if they'll fade out of sparkling claws, or stay that way as he gets older.

He pulls out a cube of sparkling energon from his subspace, and sits up as he holds the tiny little bot carefully in his servo, metal mesh cradling the bot better than last night. "Are you hungry, precious?"

The little bot gives him an apprehensive look, not understanding what is going on. The bot is too young to really understand words, but he knows it is good for their development to be talked to like they can. He gently puts the cube to the sparklings mouth, anyway. He considers it a success, since the bot takes tiny sips from him. It isn't going as fast as when Sparkride did, but the sparkling is accepting it, even if he seems unsure what is going on.

He's about a third of the way through the cube when the cyclebot onlines. The mech sits up, yawning slowly, and rolling over to nuzzle into him lovingly. He sticks out his glossa in disgust, but also to make Glider giggle, and says, "Stop that, Sparkride. It is bad enough I onlined to you trying to live up to your name with me."

Sparkride flushes a pretty shade of red, and Shockwave coaxes Glider to drink more of the energon. The little bot seems unwilling now that Sparkride is online, but Shockwave is determined to remove that tendency from his sparkling. Glider will learn to fuel from his servo. If Sparkride continues to impede Shockwave's progress, then Sparkride will be removed from Glider's sight until the bot learns to accept his fuel.

Glider pushes at the cube with clumsy, tiny servos, and Shockwave tisks at him. "No, no, little bot. You need to drink more of your fuel, so you can grow up to proper minibot size."

Sparkride shifts next to him, and he can feel the bots overheating spark, "The medics said he may be a little bigger than most minibots. Since Nitro was a cyclebot, and one of Ho- Sedan's creators is one, too. The CNA making Glider a little lither and taller."

He hadn't know that one of Sedan's creators was a cyclebot. Since the sparkling was a minibot, he'd assumed that it was further up in the ancestry. He smiles, this means that Sedan's minibot CNA will run true, and he will be knee deep in minibot sparklings if he has his way. He will be very happy if that's the case. "If he is bigger than a normal minibot, I will not mind. He is still my sparkling."

He already plans on outfitting his sparklings with so many weapons and hacking mods that they'll take vorns to learn how to use them all properly. No Decepticon will look at his sparklings and think of them as potential 'facing toys. No. They will see his sparklings and know that they must be courted properly if they do not want to end up as smoking slagheaps.

Glider hiccups, and spills energon on himself, and then wrinkles up his faceplates unhappily. Shockwave pulls out a polishing cloth and gently wipes the energon away, and the tiny bot hiccups again.

Sparkride is leaning against his leg, unconsciously pushing hot sparkplates against it, "You fed him too fast, and got air in as he was drinking. Hold him so he's laying on his belly, and rub his back."

He gently pushes the cyclebot away, then does as directed, "I am not interfacing with you. Stop that."

The mech flushes faintly, "Do you have a washrack I can use then? Or I could self-service for you, so you know how I look when I overload."

He narrows his optic, "Not in front of the sparkling."

The cyclebot leans back, plates flashing whorishly, "He doesn't know what I'd be doing. He's too young to even remember it later on."

"I do not care." Shockwave pushes the bot towards the washrack. "Go self-service in there. I have absolutely no interest in watching you touch yourself out here. You are a neither a minibot nor Megatron. You do nothing for my spark, and you never will."

The few times he's had to 'face other bots in the name of duty, Shockwave had needed to trigger a hotspark code in himself to even get close to warm enough for interfacing. His hotspark code is much more utilitarian than the one he has modified for other bots, which gives them far more pleasure from the charge.

He has Sedan now, a proper minibot. He doesn't need to accept another model into his berth just so his spark isn't out of balance. He'll never have to do that again.

Sparkride slinks off to the washrack, and he can tell that the bot is trying to be seductive. It doesn't work because the bot is a motorcyle, and because he can see the quiet terror in the bots frame. He's not the least bit impressed about that.

He returns his attention to the sparkling, rubbing Glider's back lovingly. He looks up and frowns, "You will be quiet as you do that. I am not listening to you putting on a show."

There's a quiet noise of acceptance, and the bot disappears into the washrack. Shockwave thinks he's being rather sulky about it. In his distraction, he leans in close enough for Glider to grab an antler, and the sparkling yanks on it hard. Hard enough to spark a defensive charge in the antler, which makes the minibot's servo go numb.

Glider blinks his optics, and then begins bawling; great heaving sparkling sobs. Sparkride is out of the washrack in an instant, barely wet with solvents, but Shockwave doesn't even notice, carefully working on restoring sensation to Glider's tiny servo while the bot sobs and squirms and fights him.

"What happened?" The cyclebot asks, rushing over nervously.

Pushing the bot away with a single claw, he waits until he finishes fixing Glider's servo before answering, "He activated a security measure on my antlers. I will be modifying them so they won't do that to a sparkling ever again." He gives the bot a flat look, "Close your plates, I have no interest in seeing you like that."

The bots plates close slowly, not wanting to cover the overheating spark. "What did he do?"

He points at the washrack, "Return to what you were doing. He merely put his claws on them. Leave."

The sparkling is sniffling now, and reaching out for Sparkride. Shockwave turns so Glider cannot see Sparkride any longer, and kisses Glider's forehead.

"I-"

"Go." Shockwave does not want to have to repeat himself again. He leans down and kisses Glider's servo. "I am sorry, little Sweetspark. That won't happen anymore. You can grab my antlers all you like. I am so sorry that I made your servo go numb."

Sparkride looks like he wants to say something, but the look Shockwave shoots him makes the bot go back to the washrack. Looking down at the tiny sparkling, he wiggles his antlers, moving them so they can be touched again. The little bot gives him an unhappy look, but reluctantly touches them. When nothing happens the little bot giggles in delight.

He sticks out his glossa and makes sounds to entertain Glider, playing with him lovingly until Sparkride comes back out half a megacycle later. "Have you fueled?" he asks blandly, knowing the cyclebot hasn't.

Sparkride gives him a dirty look, "Of course not. I don't know where the dispenser even is. Or if I'm supposed to get the cubes next to the sparkling energon."

Shockwave likes his bots eager and compliant. He does not enjoy defiance in the berth the way Megatron does. He also does not appreciate mouthy little Autobots. Absently, he pulls out a mouthclamp and draws Sparkride over, fitting it on him. The bot makes muffled sounds of protest behind it, and Shockwave pats his head. "I like you better this way. You may have fuel later."

If Sparkride does not learn his place, Shockwave will have to resort to one of the open-mouthed clamps, so the bot can still fuel. He's not sure if Sedan will approve or not.

Looking at the bot, he isn't the least bit impressed with him. He presses a kiss to the top of his sparkling's head, "I am going to be working. You may sit with me, or be chained to a chair as you read datapads." He pulls out a pair of plain cuffs, "Glider will be with me no matter which you choose."

The bot gives him a terrified look, pointing at him frantically, muffled noises coming from behind the mouth clamp.

He nods, standing up, "Then follow, cyclebot. We will be heading back to New Koan as soon as possible." He pauses, tilting his head with a small smile, "Well, we are heading back, but I need to report that my mission was a success. Lord Megatron will be pleased that we have sparklings starting to run around the base again soon."

The look of terror grows more severe, and the bot whimpers as he follows after Shockwave. Former Autobots would have reason to fear Lord Megatron, but really, with an adorable cyclebot frame and his designation, the worst Sparkride has to fear from the Decepticons is a bit of a gangbang with him at the center.

They would even be gentle with him most of the time, not wanting to damage the pretty toy they'd been given to play with. Really. The pale face and wide optics are uncalled for. "Calm yourself, Sparkride. Lord Megatron will not be pleased to see you with me at all. Do try to not look like I've kidnapped you unwillingly."

He heads to the comconsole, Sparkride to the side, clinging to his chair. He is holding his sparkling gently against his chest, showing just his little bots tiny head. After typing in the frequency, Lord Megatron answers instantly, "Shockwave." Red optics glide across his frame, freezing in place on the tiny bot, "I see you did as I told you."

He smiles, mouth hidden, "Yes, my lord. There's also something I am certain you will love to know." Sparkride makes a questioning noise, but he ignores the bot to gently move Glider to show off his pretty red optics. The sparkling squirms unhappily, but then yawns against him, tired from having been fed.

Megatron's optics glow with satisfaction. "He has gorgeous optics. I am very pleased that you have-" his optics narrow suddenly. "Why do you have a mouthclamped cyclebot with you?"

The cyclebot in question flinches away from Megatron's gaze, and Shockwave pats Sparkride's head. "He wished to come along with me, but he is not good at staying quiet. Ex-Autobots can be so very insolent."

"Remove it. I gave you orders not to return with any more minibots. I had assumed you would understand that extended to non-minibots as well."

His claws move to the cyclebots mouth, and he's about to inform he was thinking about giving the bot to Lugnut when Sparkride says the moment the mouthclamp is off, "You may not need your mouth to do more than make silly noises at a sparkling, but I n-"

"You have a mouth?" Megatron's voice cuts over the cyclebots, smooth and curious. "Why haven't we known about this before?" His optics are dim, and Starscream is leaning over the throne to get a better look as well.

The seekers wings are fluttering excitedly, "You have to show us."

Shockwave finds the seeker so thoroughly distasteful that it is very easy to stick out his glossa at him. A childish gesture, and with a black glossa, it's mostly lost on him, but they see enough of it to gasp. Megatron dims his optics further, and oddly enough, presses a servo against his pelvic armor. "We did not ask to see your glossa, Shockwave. Why don't you show us your mouth?"

He opens obediently, knowing they won't be able to see much. He is very well camouflaged, after all.

Megatron reaches up with one servo, playing with Starscream's wing, "Your dente are very odd, Shockwave. They aren't the usual set."

He isn't sure if he likes how this is going. If he's forced to lick their sparks he will be very put off. Sparkbonded sparks taste absolutely disgusting to anyone but the bonded bots, and he could be damaged if he wasn't careful. His mouth remains open as he answers, "They are gears for better grinding of crystals, my Lord."

"Ah." His servo is still on his pelvic armor, rubbing lightly, and Megatron's optics are fixed on his mouth. "After you have settled in and your sparkling is secure with Sweetspark, I want you to report to my quarters. . . for a more thorough mission report. Do you understand?"

Shockwave nods. He's torn between elation and despair. On the one servo, he's wanted to 'face Megatron for decavorns. On the other, he's going to be forced to lick spark that tastes awful and will eventually numb his glossa. Long-term, it will require glossa replacement, and he's not looking forward to that. "Yes, my liege."

Starscream's engine revs can be heard quite clearly, and the seeker looks at his still open mouth with dim optics. "I look forward to it."

He keeps from shuddering. He does not want to 'face Starscream, even if it meant he was with Lord Megatron when it happened. He had realized the most effective way to get into Megatron's berth is by seducing the seeker, but he had never been that desperate.

Megatron's optics slide over to Sparkride, "You can close your mouth now, Shockwave." He does so with a soft snap, and his lord continues, "You may keep your little cyclebot if you do a good enough job."

The words escape him before he can censor them, "And how good must I be for you to allow me to upgrade him into a minibot frame?"

The seeker gets pulled onto his lap, and Megatron smirks at him, just the slightest quirk of one side of his mouth. "Very good, Shockwave. You must please me to the best of your abilities for me to allow you to care for another minibot."

Very well. If that is what it takes, he will make sure that the bonded couple have satisfied sparks by the end of the night. "Yes, my liege. I understand."

Megatron strokes Starscream's frame, "Good. We look forward to your return."

The com is cut, and he slouches into his chair. Sparkride looks at him, then at the screen, and back to him. "... Is... Is Megatron sparkbonded to Starscream?" He just nods mutely, not really willing to talk about the seeker and his Lords bonding. "... And he's expecting you to lick their sparks just so you can keep me?"

He sighs, "If I keep you, anyway. You still can decide to leave." He's not going to hold the cyclebot in his berth. He wants a bot as happy to be there as Sedan, now that he knows how much nicer it is to have a minibot that is so eager and wanting without prompting of any sort. "I'll most likely mess with my coding so I don't taste it, at least." Thank Primus it is a mod, or he wouldn't be able to do that.

He does not wish to think on it any longer. If he does, he will begin to wonder why his Lord is rewarding his loyalty and service with a demand that Megatron knows will be extremely unpleasant for Shockwave. Part could be explained away by extended close proximity to Starscream's processor, but certainly not all. It was not fair. It was not right, and Shockwave does not want to visit Megatron's berth that night.

Fragging stupid sparkbonds.

Perhaps he should have shown Megatron his mouth long ago. Then he would have at least enjoyed the spark licking.

Sparkride pats him softly on the side, "Well, if it helps. I really am thinking about converting to the minibot frame. I do want to know how you treat your lovers before I am certain, though."

He looks down at the sparkling now curled against his chest and recharging, "I am very loving to minibots. I will not be very interested in you as a cyclebot. Choose whatever you wish of the options." He pauses, looking down at the bot, "Or you can go be the sparkwarmer for the whole Decepticon army for all I care right now."

The cyclebot frowns at him, "That isn't anything I want at all."

"We don't always get what we want," Shockwave reminds him, and the rumble of his voice wakes Glider up. The bot blinks up at him, and then turns to suck on one of Shockwave's clawtips as if it were an energon cube sippy top. He coos at the bot, and shifts him down, bouncing Glider on his knee, to make the little bot giggle and scrabble at his armor with uncoordinated little claws as he wakes up a bit. Sparklings napped far more than he expected.

Sparkride sighs softly, leaning against the chair, "Well, I am willing to compromise." The bot looks at him thoughtfully, "Will Megatron allow me to just leave if that's the option I choose?"

He shrugs, "I wouldn't know. Possibly, possibly not. You do have a very suggestive name. He may demand you 'face a bot in front of him, since he can't ride your spark himself." He sticks out his glossa, "If you're still a cyclebot, I'm hoping he won't choose me for that." His claws are soft on the tiny sparklings frame as he plays with the minibot, "You may end up being 'faced by Oil Slick and Blitzwing. Blitzwing does have a preference for cyclebots and other things that catch his fancy. He has a sense of whimsy when he's in the mood for it."

"Blitzwing is also completely insane." Sparkride gives him a flat look. "I would rather not have my spark fragged by a bot who cannot decide which personality he intends to stay in during the interface."

There was a simple method for keeping a specific face present, but it involved the use of chains. Sparkride doesn't look like the kind of bot who would enjoy being chained down so he couldn't stop Icy from teasing his spark. Shockwave sometimes wished he didn't have to review the security footage from the base. He's seen far too many things he wishes he had not.

The cyclebot, tilts his head, "What about Lugnut? Do you think I'd have to face him for Megatron's entertainment?"

He snorts, and Glider gives him a startled look. Tapping the little bot on the nose, he shakes his head. "Very unlikely. Lord Megatron likes his bots a little more..." he makes an outline in the air of slinky hips with his claws, "Not like Lugnut or Strika at all."

The cyclebot looks at Shockwave's hips, "And you have them?"

He sighs, "My Lord Megatron was not interested in me until just now."

"That is . . unfortunate?" Sparkride crawls up onto his lap and pulls Glider into his arms. "You should let Glider recharge longer next time. If he doesn't get enough recharge, he gets cranky. And when he's cranky, he gets very loud." He tickles Glider's little horns, making the bot giggle, "Isn't that right, sweetspark?"

Shockwave is upset at how much it both warms his spark and fills him with anger to see Sparkride holding Glider, making the tiny sparkling full of joy. Offlining the bot is far more tempting now. "You speak far too much. Do not make me put the mouthclamp back on you."

Sparkride kisses the top of Glider's helmet, "Can I fuel before you do? I know that you should as well. You need to take care of yourself, or you won't be fit to serve Megatron."

The cyclebot is lucky his tone is so neutral or Shockwave would have a greyed out shell in his lap right now. "I know how to care for myself."

The cyclebot nods gently, "Yes, but you are taking care of a sparkling as well. If you don't fuel up, Glider could be hurt."

Sadly, the bot has a point. He stands up, the cyclebot craddled in his arm, and he's not fond of how the bot is just a little bit too big as his chest is curled against. "Very well."

He starts to walk to the common area, where he has the energon stored, and Sparkride's optics dim, "Your spark is really warm."

Shockwave digs his claws into the bots armor in a very unfriendly way. "You will stop trying to seduce me or I will crush you under my ped and throw your frame out of the ship."

To imply that Shockwave would not serve Megatron, and then to throw himself at Shockwave like a shameless whorebot after Shockwave had made it clear that he was uninterested? Sparkride was either glitched, or had several key circuits missing in his processor. Perhaps Nitro had taken up casual hacking as a hobby. He'll check on that if he has to mouthclamp the bot again.

The cyclebot blinks up at him, "I'm... I'm trying to seduce you?" The mech frowns, looking away, "I was just saying."

He rolls his optic, setting the bot on the table as he gathers up the energon cubes, "Then you must watch your glossa, or I will take the privilege of using it away from you."

The bot frowns even more, but keeps silent until the cube of energon is put in front of him. Sparkride blinks at him, "I... I don't need this much. I'm used to far less."

The cube is a standard Autobot sized cube. He's not sure how a cyclebot could be used to less than that. "Really," his tone is flat, not even a hint of question in the word.

The bot nods, looking down, "Nitro said we couldn't really afford more, and since he was the one that worked..." the bot trails off, pulling the cube closer. "Well, I just made due."

"You worked odd jobs. What did you do with those credits?" Shockwave already knows that Nitro deposited nearly all of it into 'Glider's' account, which Nitro would then use to purchase whorebots for himself. Or Shockwave assumes that is where all the credits went. He can't be bothered to research it all, as it does not affect his Sweetspark and his sparkling.

Sparkride stares at his servos, "I saved them for Glider. I had more than enough fuel to stay functional, even if I was rarely at optimal levels of efficiency. And we always made sure that Glider got enough fuel. Sparkling energon is expensive."

He gives the bot a disbelieving look, "Sparkling energon is very cheap."

Sparkride frowns, "No, it isn't. It costs about twice the amount of normal energon. Don't get me wrong, Glider is more than worth it, but I don't think I'd be able to affor-"

He puts a claw to the mech's mouth to silence him, "You can get sparkling energon for free at any energon shop that is worth their bolts. If your little bot is hungry and with you, that is. If you just come in, it is less than a tenth of the cost of normal energon."

"No." Sparkride shakes his head, adamant in his position. "Maybe it's cheaper on your planet, but it is not here. It was just as expensive at the shop in the Termain district. I wasn't being scammed or anything. That was just how much it cost." He narrows his optics, "I always made sure Glider had enough energon, and if we had enough credits, I had a full cube too. If we didn't, I made sure that Nitro had enough fuel to go to work. I could get by on less than a cube." Sparkride looks away, "Even if I was used to more, back when I had my ceremonial position."

Shockwave rests his servo on the table, looking down at the mech, "I bought the sparkling energon from the shop near your house, little bot. Would you like to see the receipt?"

He's given a faintly defiant look, but the cyclebot nods. He pulls a datapad from his subspace, flips through it to find the correct information, and slides it in front of the bot. Sparkride's glance darts from him and back to the datapad rapidly. "Th-this can't be right. It must have just been because you're ... you."

He'd actually gone in as Longarm, not wanting to deal with anything that may alert minibots. "No. That's just the actual cost of sparkling energon. They were scamming you, little bot."

He shakes his head, "No. No, you're lying." He hisses at Shockwave, "You're a fragging Decepticon liar and-mmph!" he glares at Shockwave, mumbling behind his mouthclamp.

Shockwave tisks at him, "I warned you, little bot. I know you don't like thinking you were tricked, but you were. Those bots you called your friends were clearly not, if not a single bot told you that you were paying too much for sparkling energon." The cyclebot struggles a bit, his green shoulder fairings splaying out as he tries to pry the clamp off.