One Of Those Post Q-Invasion Story Pls

One of those Post Q-Invasion Story Pls

Soundwave, Hotrod, Perceptor, Deadend, Clobber and Whirl, The group decided to have a vacation after the long work they had restoring cybertron

He relaxed into the oil bath. Looking at Soundwave who sat next to him, he smiled planning on moving closer. When Perceptor got between them.

"I don't think so."

He wrapped an arm around him while glaring at Soundwave.

"We may be on vacation but I still don't want you anywhere near Hot Rod."

Dead End who'd been sitting on the other side minding his business laughed. He huffed. Giving him an annoyed look as he blocked his view from Soundwave.

Looking around for something to do. He found Whirl somehow playing with a ball that hadn't managed to pop from his claws.

Clobber was getting a relaxing massage done which looked good. But he'd rather have Soundwave touching him instead.

Noticing a sauna nearby. He got up and went inside. A moment later and Soundwave joined him. He knew Perceptor hated saunas and wouldn't bother them.

"What are we going to do about the scientist?"

Soundwave huffed looking annoyed that he'd interrupted them.

"We need to find a way to distract him. I know he likes Dead End maybe we can get them together?"

Soundwave nodded already coming up with ways to get them together. Even though he didn't care about whatever was going on between them. He was tired of Perceptor getting in his way.

He started by writing Perceptor a love letter in Dead Ends handwriting.

It was disgusting and he'd rather write Hot Rod one instead but it needed to be done.

That night during dinner he sat next to Hot Rod. The two held hands under the table and Soundwave would occasionally rub his thigh.

Perceptor would have immediately gotten between them. Angry that Soundwave would touch his thigh and accuse him of being a creep.

Now however he was distracted. Likely thinking about the letter he'd been given and what it means. Dead End oblivious continued to do his own thing. Having no idea what was happening.

As Soundwave teased him under the table. He turned to Clobber not wanting to do something embarrassing.

"Are you having fun?"

"Yes. After getting a nice relaxing massage. I went with Whirl to this water park."

"We had an epic battle."

"There were these annoying kids who kept spraying everyone so we sprayed them back."

"We lured them under this giant bucket that dumps water and watched as they got wiped out."

"We also went on some water slides."

"We should go on some more tomorrow."

"That's a great idea."

Clobber nodded looking excited. He smiled happy his friends were enjoying themselves.

He jerked slightly feeling a hand on his modesty panel. He looked over at Soundwave who gave him a look filled with lust.

He quickly left the table and went to the bathroom. Splashing water on his face he looked up to see Soundwave standing there.

Turning around the two made out. Soundwave sat him on the counter and he pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him. He felt a hand stroke his modesty panel when he stopped him.

"Not here."

They walked back to his hotel room after making up some kind of excuse that he wasn't feeling well. Perceptor looked like he wanted to argue and follow after him but he used Dead End as a distraction.

The two spent the rest of their vacation fragging whenever they could. By the time they left Hot Rod was feeling a little weird and wondered if he was coming down with something.

Soundwave doesn't want to show his face because he's embarrassed by his fangs

Ravage gave him an unimpressed look and he turned away from his adopted creator.

"You two have been dating for a while and are talking about moving in together."

"So?"

"Soundwave?"

Ravage sighed.

"I think it's time you showed him."

"I can't."

He shook his head frantically.

"You're planning on moving in together. Are you going to hide your face all the time?"

"I'll do what I have to. If he finds out he'll hate me."

"No he won't. Hot Rod will always love you, but I think it's time you showed him."

"No."

"Soundwave."

"No."

"Your relationship isn't going to last if you keep hiding yourself from him. Eventually you're going to destroy your own relationship fangs or not."

Soundwave gave him a frantic look. The very idea was unbearable. He couldn't imagine not spending his life with him.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Show him."

He sighed knowing he was right. Even though he hated it.

"Fine... I'll show him."

During their next date Hot Rod gave him a worried look.

"Are you okay? You seem nervous."

"I'm fine."

He lied and Hot Rod frowned.

"Are you sure?"

He nodded even though he felt anything but fine.

"T-- there's something I have to tell you."

Hot Rod gave him a curious look.

"What is it?"

With shaking fingers he took off his mask and revealed his fangs.

He looked surprised for a moment and then hugged him. He wrapped his arms around him and pulled Hot Rod close. Still in shock and also amazement because Hot Rod was amazing.

Usually when he showed people his fangs they'd look terrified. They'd call him a monster and a freak frantically telling him to get out of their house.

Other Decepticons had fangs. Including Hot Rods best friend Drift but they weren't like his.

Those were for aesthetic purposes. A lot of Decepticons had gotten themselves fangs during the war. Wanting to make themselves scarier and differentiate themselves from Autobots.

His were real. They were bigger and sharper than those with fake ones. He was what they were trying to be without having to face the stigma surrounding his kind.

Unlike most people he drank from the living. His fangs were used to puncture holes into their lines, so he could drink from them.

He always hid this part of himself from Hot Rod. Worried he would hate him only to be proven wrong.

The two cuddled together and Hot Rid eventually fell asleep. He watched over him. Brushing a hand down his cheek, as he stared at him in amazement. Even after finding out what he was. Hot Rod let himself be vulnerable around him. His head was tilted to the side slightly and his neck was exposed. He could bite him at any moment and suck him dry. Yet Hot Rod trusted a monster like him not to hurt him.

It was everything he didn't know he wanted. Something he never allowed himself to dream of because he didn't think it was possible.

He loved Hot Rod so much. He was everything to him.

Not the glory hole anon here but i love the idea of Soundwave finding Hot rod and finding that he’s not only left planet but has gone to a colony of mixed species where the war is not allowed and he’s sporting a nice bit of extra weight that’s centered right at his plush round tank that definitely wasn’t there before.

He spent every chance he could tracking Hot Rod down and he's finally found him. The planet he went to was merely a stopping point so he could get on another flight.

He found his way to a neutral planet that was far from Cybertron, with intermixing species. The natives of that world were allowing Cybertronian refugees. With the agreement there would be no war or fighting.

Using his position as third in command. He made up some kind of reason for why it was of the utmost importance that he goes there immediately and alone.

Megatron having no reason to question him approved the mission. Taking a small shuttle he removed the Decepticon insignia and signal. Changing it so his ship scanned as a neutral.

He also took off his badge knowing it wasn't allowed. He couldn't wait to see Hot Rod. Even though he didn't know who he was. He imagined himself introducing him and getting to know him. Maybe convincing him to come back with him and join the Decepticons.

Walking through the busy streets he looked around. Deciding to go to Hot Rods work place first.

It was a little shop that sold baked goods. He walked up trying to act like another customer as he ordered. The entire time he looked around trying to spot Hot Rod.

When his baked good arrived. He thought about leaving and trying his home but decided to stay a little longer. Sitting down he looked around. The shop was a lot different than the glory hole. From what he's learned he hasn't continued that occupation.

He was about to leave when Hot Rod came out from behind a back door.

"Sorry I'm late."

"It's okay."

He watched as he put on a apron and began taking orders. Using his visor he discreetly watched him as he worked.

The pictures he found didn't do him justice at all. He was beautiful and he wanted him so badly, for more than just stress relief. He wanted Hot Rod to be his.

Eventually he had to leave not wanting to be seen as a creep. He wandered around for a while trying to figure out what he was going to do.

He was so distracted he ended up running into someone.

"Sorry-- I'm."

The two made optic contact and it was like the world froze around them. He couldn't explain it he just felt this weird sensation in his spark like they were meant to be together.

Hot Rod gasped putting a hand on his belly. He looked down in surprise to see that it was bigger than in the pictures. Almost as though he was carrying.

He found himself carefully touching his tanks. He wasn't sure who was more surprised him or Hot Rod. When the carrier didn't attack him for touching him there.

He felt a jolt through his body and he knew Hot Rod did as well because he gasped. They both stared at each other and Hot Rod had tears in his optics.

"You're the sire."

He nodded having no idea what else to say. In all of his planning he never expected this.

"I should go."

Hot Rod looked frazzled as he tried to walk away. He grabbed him before he could go.

"My name is Soundwave. I have been looking for you Hot Rod."

"What?"

Hot Rod gave him a shocked and confused look. He shifted scanning the area he asked.

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

Hot Rod gave a shaky nod and he followed after him.

Hot Rod took him to his house. Where he quickly closed the door and turned to him.

"How do you know who I am? The only people who could be the sire are my clients at the glory hole."

Hot Rod looked at him in shock.

"Why were you going to a glory hole?"

"I was stressed and you were the only one who could help. Everyone else couldn't compare."

Hot Rod blushed looking embarrassed.

"You were my regular. The one who always left me big tips."

"You deserved it."

"I guess I should thank you for getting me off world and all this."

Hot Rod gestured at his modest abode.

"I was so far from my goal and at the time I felt like I was losing hope and then you showed up."

"I know this might be weird given how the sparkling was created. But I want to be in their life. Anyway you'll let me."

Hot Rod put a hand on his belly looking nervous.

"Can I think about it and get back to you?"

"Of course."

He nodded leaving Hot Rods home and going back to his ship. Along the way he rubbed his spark which was screaming at him to go back and stay with his future mate and sparkling. He tried his best to ignore it as he laid in bed trying to figure out what he was going to do next. He hadn't expected the sparkling and it complicates his plans of getting Hot Rod to join the Decepticons.

Soundwave discovering Rodimus has a spark condition after interfacing.

He wakes up to see Rodimus’s chassis half off and he moves it seeing the wires surrounding his spark and a pair of breasts showing Rodimus is a carrier.

He understands now why Rodimus was so adamant he wear a spike sleeve.

He traces Rodimus’s spark chamber carefully of the wires and then his tanks that are soft with the small pudge of a forge tank.

He falls more in love with the mech even as he realizes rodimus thought it was going to be a one night stand.

He can’t wait to prove the mech wrong.

They’re on the lost light btw

He cuddled Rodimus who was fast asleep looking beautiful like usual. Kissing the back of his neck he slid their legs together remembering earlier that night.

He'd found Rodimus sitting by himself at Swerves. Which was a travesty because someone like him shouldn't be alone. He slid up to his captain and the two began to talk. At first they reminiscent about their time together before the war.

Rodimus would occasionally come to Nyon and watch his matches when he had the chance. The two of them used to talk a lot before the war.

There had been something between them. They both felt it but with everything going on in their lives they never had the chance to address it. He regrets that now. So much time has passed but it seems like fate has given him another chance.

Not wanting to waste the opportunity given to him. He lead Rodimus back to his room where the two fragged repeatedly and on multiple surfaces.

Rodimus was amazing and he couldn't get enough. He wanted so much more. One of his hands traced his hips slowly moving upwards when he felt something strange.

Frowning he traced his finger along a seam, before looking over. He was surprised to see his chest plates slightly open.

Feeling around Rodimus shifts slightly until he's on his back. He freezes making sure Rodimus is asleep before continuing.

When he shifted onto his back. His chest plating opened more revealing tanks on his chest. His optics widened when he recognized them. Having seen a few carriers trying to hide in Kaon. Only to inevitable be found and murdered.

He knew all about the stigma against carriers. He also knew it was the functionalist way of controlling people and he refused to listen.

He silently promised that he'd never let anyone hurt Rodimus. He would protect him from anyone who might wish him harm purely because he was a tank carrier.

Noticing strange wires around his spark. He found himself curious wanting to know what they were. Quickly looking it up he learned Rodimus had a spark condition.

He reminded himself to research it more later. That way he could help Rodimus when he had an attack.

Gently tracing his chest. His hand lowered to his forge where he could feel it sticking out slightly. Tracing a hand along. He knew why Rodimus was keeping it a secret. Afraid of what others would think. He also understood why he would want him to use protection. Probably worried about his secret getting out and any future sparklings being harmed.

He found himself falling more in love with him and he knew he wanted to court Rodimus. He didn't want this to be some one night stand. He wanted so much more.

Rodimus deserved to much more and he was going to give it to him.

Soundrod Gloryhole scenario? Hot Rod lets mechs use his valve in order to get money and save up and leave the planet but then Soundwave uses his valve and he's determined to figure out who the mystery mech is because their valve is so nice.

Going back to his apartment. He stumbled along limping slightly in pain. His last client had been horrible. Brutally ripping into his valve and they didn't even leave a tip.

Exhausted, he opened the door to his cramped apartment and collapsed onto his shaky old bed.

Even though he was exhausted and desperately wanted to sleep. He grabbed the money under his mattress and began counting it up along with the money he'd made that day.

With the war raging everyone was desperate to get off planet including himself. He didn't want to take a side, not after both sides left Nyon to burn.

Tickets off world were extremely expensive and work was in short supply. Which is why he needed to do whatever it took to get off world. Even if that meant he had to work in a glory hole selling his body.

Every day more refugees flee to the city he's living in as their cities are destroyed. He didn't know how much longer this one had before it was destroyed as well. He just didn't want to be there when it happened.

Sighing he put his money back, knowing he had a long way to go. He fell asleep trying not to think of tomorrow and all the clients he'd have to please.

He sighed heavily staring at the glory hole in front of him. He never imagined going to one of these places. Usually he didn't feel the need to interface. Too busy serving Megatron.

On the rare occasion where he wanted to release some steam. He would find another gladiator to help him out. Now however he didn't have that option.

The only people he could sleep with was Starscream, which would never happen. He'd rather die than sleep with someone as annoying and traitorous as him.

Or Megatron who would usually be his first pick, but turned him down for some reason.

He didn't want to get involved with whatever was going on with him. He already had enough to worry about.

It seemed everyone was trying to annoy him this past month. Constantly causing problems and more work for him as he inevitably had to clean up the mess.

The worst part was how horny he's been. Ever since he was denied it was all he could think about. He needed release and no matter how many times he used his hand it wasn't enough.

Feeling pent up and frustrated sexually. He needed to find release, which lead to him going to a glory hole.

He bought a room and went inside. Finding a pretty pair of legs. That were a beautiful red color. He admired them for a moment before walking closer.

He opened his modesty panel and jerked his spike a few times. Looking at the valve he could see that it was well lubricated.

He still stuck a finger inside and tested it himself, making sure he was ready.

He rubbed his anterior node and stretched his valve with two fingers. Admiring the way it clenched down on his fingers.

He grabbed his thighs and lined his spike up easily pushing inside. Groaning when the valve spasmed around him trying to get him further inside.

It felt so good and he began fragging his valve. Letting out all of his frustration.

It wasn't long before they were both coming. Their valve milking him for everything he had.

He went a few more rounds because his spike was still stiff much to his surprise.

When he was done. He went home feeling relaxed and satisfied.

Unfortunately it didn't last long. After having to deal with Jazz destroying his equipment, causing chaos to reign. Then Starscream making snarky comments. While the other Decepticons were no help. Caused him to feel extremely tense and desperate for release.

Even though he told himself he'd only go there once. He found himself coming back. Eager to find release.

Going to the glory hole. He found the same pair of legs as before.

He fingered him a little before pulling out his spike and sinking inside.

He'd tell himself it was the last time but every week he found himself coming back. Always making sure to leave a nice tip because their valve was amazing and nothing could compare.

One time he went and they weren't there. He decided to frag someone else and was left severely dissapointed and unsatisfied.

No one could compete with their valve and he found himself wanting to know who it was.

He wanted to recruit them to the Decepticons so he could frag them all the time. Instead of having to wait a week before he could visit.

Planning on learning their identity. He goes to the glory hole, only they aren't there. Dissapointed and horny. He goes back the next chance he gets only they aren't there again.

He keeps going back and every time they aren't there. Realizing they no longer work there he's distraught. He tries fragging other valves but none can satisfy him.

He starts trying to find them. Hacking into the glory holes computer to get whatever information he could.

He wasn't going to rest until he had them back. He needed them desperately and felt like he was going crazy he was so horny and needed release.

After hacking their computer. He narrowed it down to ten possible people who had red paint. He then opened their files and looked at the full body pictures taken of them.

Looking each one over he felt his spike twitch when he recognized the familiar red legs which belonged to a mech named Hot Rod.

He then hacked his personal information wanting to learn everything he could. He started with his home address only to be surprised and dissapointed when he learned Hot Rod had recently bought a ticket off world, which left yesterday.

He cursed his luck but was unwilling to give up. He'd find a way to meet up with him. Hot Rod was his, even if he didn't know it yet.

Catformers AU where Perceptor was separated from his kitten, Hot Rod?

He meowed in pain. Trying to move around even though there was barely any room in the tiny crate he was trapped inside.

He cried out feeling his valve spasm. It hurt so much and he didn't know what to do.

After an excruciating birth. His kitten was finally here. He was smaller then average but he didn't care. He already loved him so much.

He laid down with his kitten. Feeling him drink his milk while he licked him clean.

Nuzzling his kitten he decided to name him Hot Rod. He was so beautiful and he'd do anything for him.

When his kitten had enough milk. He pulled him into his arms and cuddled with him.

He didn't know how long they laid like that, until he heard footsteps approaching. He tensed pulling his kitten closer in fear.

He hoped the human would move past him and leave them both alone but sadly that wasn't the case. The human came over stopping in front of his tiny little crate.

Leaning down he grinned looking between him and his kitten. He tried to block his view while hissing. The human only chuckled. Looking amused.

"Look what we have here. You've finally given birth."

He glared. Trying to protect his kitten. He wasn't going to let these humans hurt him.

"I'll be right back."

The human walked away and he thought it was over. He licked the top of his kittens head worried about what would happen.

These humans were mean. He was always trapped in this cage unless... He shivered trying not to think about it. He didn't want his kitten to suffer the same fate.

He heard footsteps again and he shook with fear pulling his sleeping kitten closer.

He watched as the human stopped in front of his cage again. He wished they'd go away but of course they wouldn't.

Opening the cage he scratched and bit at them. They were wearing some kind of glove which protected them from his attacks.

He refused to give up yowling, he viciously attacked them. While keeping his kitten away from them.

The human searched around forcing him out of the way and grabbed his kitten.

He charged at them. Trying to grab his kitten away from the human.

Only for the door to be slammed in his face. He cried as the human looked over his kitten who was moving around scared and confused. He desperately wished he could comfort him.

"He's a small one. We might as well get rid of him. No one will want this thing."

The human sounded annoyed when they looked over his kitten. He panicked thrashing around in his cage as they took his kitten away. He hit the side of the cage repeatedly tears falling as he watched his kitten get taken away.

He never saw him again. Even after he was rescued from that horrible place. It wasn't until years later that they were finally reunited and it was everything to him.

His kitten may be an adult now and have a mate of his own but he'd always be his kitten.