Soundwave Doesn't Want To Show His Face Because He's Embarrassed By His Fangs

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.

Dratchrod aboard the lost light

Drift and Ratchet notice Rodimus’s frame changes shape often every month.

His thighs get thicker, his hips get wider and his aft gets plumper. They also notice his chassis seems tighter and his tanks pudge but only his lower tanks.

They can’t help it. He looks so attractive like this and they always want to ruin his valve when he’s like this but he doesn’t let them.

He blushes, looks hurt but covers it pretty well ( they can still tell ) & he says later but that later is only after he goes back to “normal.”

One day they wake up earlier than Rodimus when his frame changes and see energon blood in berth coming from his modesty panels and have a mild panic waking him.

He is so embarrassed and devastated they see him like this, he wants to leave and hide but they stop him.

Its then he explains he’s not a regular bot. That bots like him were mostly wiped out because their kind hates them. He fears they’ll hate him too but they don’t.

They stared at Rodimus. Unable to keep their optics away or their hands when he looked like this. Every month for about a week his frame would change shape and he was suddenly irresistible.

He looked so good. They often times found themselves getting distracted. Their spikes were always hard behind their panels and they'd have to jerk off multiple times to even attempt to get rid of all the extra charge.

They've asked him before. Practically begged him to come to their room. Both of them were desperate to frag him. Their spikes pressed painfully against their panels. Usually Rodimus would say yes. Always eager to frag. Except around this time and they couldn't understand why.

When they asked. He looked startled and then extremely embarrassed. Of course he'd try to hide it and claim he wasn't interested.

He'd always say later but it always meant afterwards. Don't get them wrong they loved Roddy no matter what he looked like. They just wished they could frag him when he looked so good.

One day they'd been cuddling in bed. Rodimus had been exhausted the night before and a little drunk. Not wanting him to be alone they invited him back to their room.

At first he resisted the idea until he almost fell over. Ratchet looked him over and decided it was best they watch over him.

Now the three of them were curled together happily asleep. Until Drift smelled something he'd never forget. Immediately he opened his optics scanning both Ratchet and Rodimus. His mind flashed to the war and he shivered. Even though they were safe on the Lost Light. His life before the war and the war itself had left a toll on him. There were some things he'd never forget and this was one of them.

Which is why when he shifted and felt something sticky by his side. He panicked because it felt like a lot of energon.

He threw the blankets to the side and looked down in horror to see Rodimus bleeding. A pool of energon had formed under him in the middle of the night.

He didn't know how it happened. But he assumed it happened before they met up with him. They should have noticed. He should have known that something was wrong.

Ratchet was woken when his blankets were pulled off. He turned to give him a grumpy look until he noticed the look on his face.

Sitting up he looked down to see energon underneath where Rodimus was laying.

Immediately he scanned him and manually looked him over. With Drifts help he flipped him onto his back and checked him over.

Rodimus was awoken with a start. Where he struggled to get away from them. Confused and disoriented.

"Rodimus stop! You're bleeding!"

Drift grabbed him and he only panicked more when he saw the energon.

"Let go of me!"

He struggled. Tears falling as he seemed to panic. He looked at Ratchet who looked just as panicked as he did, having never seen Rodimus like this.

He thrashed around like a wild animal. Screaming and fighting in a way they'd never seen before. He was forced to let him go and Rodimus rushed to the bathroom, where he slammed the door. They could hear crying from within. Which worried them both.

Ratchet immediately rushed forward. Medic instincts taking over. Telling him to care for his patient. He knocked on the door nearly busting it down as he tried to speak with Rodimus.

"Can you hear me? I know you're injured please let us help you."

When they received no response they both gave each other a worried look. He came over and knocked on the door as well.

"Roddy please we just want to help you. If you don't open the door Ratchet will just knock it down. You're clearly injured."

The door opened and Rodimus stepped out looking embarrassed as he stared at the ground, refusing to meet their gaze.

"I'm not injured."

He looked ashamed as he pressed himself against the wall tears falling.

"I never wanted to tell you."

"Tell us what?"

"We're here for you."

Rodimus sobbed and tried to hide it by covering his mouth.

"I'm a carrier."

"We know, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

"You don't understand."

"Then help us."

Both Drift and Ratchet took his hand when he shook his head looking panicked.

"You'll hate me."

"I promise we won't. We'll love you no matter what."

"Do you promise?"

Hot Rod gave them a shy look and they both nodded promising to always be there for him.

"I'm a tank carrier. My kind has gone mostly extinct. We are seen as abominations because of our ability. I never wanted you to know because I've seen what happens to my kind. I don't remember my carrier but I remember the feeling of being ripped out of his arms and taken to Nyon."

Ratchet gave him a sad look. Remembering tank carriers he tried to help in the Dead End clinics. Only for them to be killed later along with their sparklings.

"I was lucky, because they chained me to the middle of town. Wanting the elements to kill me instead of doing it themselves. As a message to the others."

Drift felt enraged but he tried to hold it back and focus on Roddy who needed him.

"The people of Nyon had pity on me and let me go."

Hot Rod wrapped his arms around himself in comfort.

"I lived my life in fear. Watching as others were killed right in front of me. I remember one who was always nice to me and would sometimes bring me food. She told her partner after getting sparked. The two were bonded and she thought she loved her. Only for her partner to betray her. I remember how she screamed begging them not to hurt her sparkling. Her partner just looked at her in disgust while she and their sparkling were killed."

He gave them both a sad look. His spoiler lowered as his whole body shook.

"I have spent my whole life living in fear. I promised myself I'd never tell anyone. I've always been careful. I don't understand how this could have happened."

He looked sad and was surprised when both Ratchet and Drift held him.

"You're safe with us."

"We will never let anyone hurt you again."

"We love you and this doesn't change anything."

Rodimus nodded clinging to them as they held him close. Promising to always love him.

When he noticed the sheets he looked embarrassed and pulled away to clean up.

"I'll get it."

Ratchet went over and began cleaning up while Drift cuddled with him on the couch asking if he needed anything and going to grab it. He watched the two in awe and found himself wanting to bond with them. Something he never thought possible until now.

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.

Soundrod moment where Roddy holds their sparkling and says, “i spent over twelve hours pushing you out and two years carrying you and you have the nerve to only look like your sire.”

He smiled down at his little one who cooed. Opening his chest plating he let his sparkling drink.

He was exhausted after pushing out his sparkling and would be on bed rest for the next couple of days.

Looking over he could see Soundwave getting his hand repaired by Ratchet after he crushed it while going into emergence. Which served him right for doing this to him.

He looked down at his sparkling taking in his features and felt slightly annoyed.

"I spent over twelve hours pushing you out and two years carrying you and you have the nerve to only look like your sire."

"My coding is strong."

"From all the transfluid you gave me."

He glared.

"You weren't complaining at the time."

He huffed pulling his sparkling closer.

"Hopefully your not as mean as your sire."

"What did I do?"

"Your stupid coding made our sparkling look like you."

"Well maybe the next one will look like you."

He froze and glared at Soundwave who realized his mistake.

"Hot Rod I'm-- I didn't--"

"I just pushed him out of my valve. Does it look like I'm ready to have another sparkling!?"

"You won't be able to for a while. Not until your valve heals."

"That's fine. Clearly Soundwave has gotten to frag me too many times."

He glared and Soundwave apologized. Even though it wasn't his fault their.sparkling turned out that way. If it was anyone's fault. It would be Hot Rod who was extremely horny the entire time he was carrying and kept begging for his spike. Sadly he couldn't say that because he didn't want to die.

Hot Rod looked down at his sleeping sparkling and decided that was a good idea. Shifting slightly he closed his optics and fell asleep. Soundwave owed him for making his sparkling look like him.

When attacked by the Quintesons, the guys decide to split up, Soundwave and Hot Rod decide to go together.

"Here's the plan. Perceptor and Dead End are going to try and use the machine Perceptor made to get people out of the loop. I'm going to go into the loop with Soundwave and try to get people out that way. Whirl and Clobber you two need to stand guard near the entrance and make sure we're not surprise attacked."

Everyone nodded and he could see Perceptor getting his machine ready. Hopefully it would work and they'd get at least a few more people out.

Glancing at Soundwave the two made optic contact which he quickly looked away. Trying to hide the blush on his face.

It had taken the two of them a long time to come up with this plan. At the beginning they fought each other over everything refusing to listen to the others ideas and immediately turning them down.

It wasn't until they stopped arguing and listened to what the other was saying. That they were able to work together and come up with a plan they were both happy about. Bouncing each other's ideas off of each other.

He enjoyed his time with Soundwave when they stopped arguing. He was surprising in a lot of ways and he found himself looking at him in a new light afterwards.

Once everyone knew the plan they split up. He went with Soundwave the two walking together as they reached the cortical physic patch.

Sitting down he grabbed one of the helmets.

"Are you ready?

He nodded and Soundwave helped him put on his helmet. He wasn't sure if it was just him but he could have sworn his hand lingered longer than necessary.

Once the helmet was on he was transported into the loop. Soundwave joined him a moment later and the two worked together to try and free people.

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.