Work Songs

Work Songs
June 14, 2013
Night-Stalker 13 AU, Shockwave x Megatron, Rating:  PG 13

   “DAMN!”    Megatron tries to step into his home but the door won’t open all the way leaving him gaping and slamming the into the couch while wriggling inside.  Closing and locking the door, squeezes past the couch to the kitchen.   “It’s called a day off for a reason, you workaholic.”
    The response is just a growl from the violet mech in the sea of blue prints on the floor.   Megatron manages to get himself into the kitchen and stow the groceries he picked up on his way home from his own work shift.  Glancing back into the main room, he knows his mate all too well and he probably hasn’t had any Energon all day.  If that growl is any indication, he is in need of it badly, too.  Hungry himself, he puts two extra large mugs together and brings them into the main room.
    Well here is the next problem, where to sit his aft and the mugs?   Shockwave has not just shoved the couch to the entry way and flipped the chair on top of it, but he has put the coffee table onto the balcony and the TV has been disconnected and shoved Primus knows where.   Even the piano has been carefully tucked over here next to the kitchen door way.   Megatron gives a light snort of amusement to see it’s stool has been left accessible at least.
     Another snarl pulls Megatron’s attention from the rearranged room to the hunched over violet form in the middle of the large sheets of blue prints laid out all over the place.  Shockwave tries to lean over something, but his bulky breast plate is making it hard for him to flick his optic between one print and another comparing notes.  That snarl is Shockwave sitting back on his haunches and removing his breast plate and back piece. Well, if he’s going to remove that, he chucks the arm and belly bits as well tossing them to the couch/chair pile leaving him down to his tasset and thighs.  (shorts)  
    Just as Megatron opens his mouth, Shockwave points back at him with a warning finger, optic still glued to the print below him, “Not one sultry comment from you or I will shove this marker down your throat.  Got it?”
     Normally Megatron would have disregarded that comment and done it any ways, but not this time.   Those poor antenna look like they are frazzled and ready to send jolt of electricity right off them.   Probably in his direction too, thus he wisely takes a different approach.  He tip toes his way through the diagrams making sure not step on one.  Stopping just behind kneeling Shockwave, extends the mug, “Here, you look like you could use this.”  
     Shockwave turns away from his frustrating project and looks up to Megatron feeling a bit guilty for his previous snap.  “Thank you… I’m sorry.”
     Megatron’s now free hand massages one antenna joint accepting the apology. Taking a sip of his own mug and looks over the prints from his rooted spot.   Shockwave takes a deep draw from the mug allowing the Energon and warm touch to give him a much needed break.
       Megatron motions with his mug, “Aren’t these the same ones you were working on last cyber-week?”
        Shockwave nods, “Yes, they are.”
      “I thought that was all completed.   Put to bed, so to speak.”
     “Construction is having a consistent failure in this area,” he points to the print before him.   “But I can’t find anything wrong here.   I think the failure has to be somewhere else that is making the circuit breaker constantly trip here.   I looked over their construction and they followed the plans perfectly, which means it has to be in the design not in the construction.”   That gives him a disgusted huff.
     Megatron frowns knowing how failure is never an option with Shockwave.   Yes he knows through a failure much is learned, but no one really likes failing.   It’s just humiliating and frustrating.   “Do you want another set of impartial optics to look at it?”
    Shockwave looks up to his mate.   Megatron may not be an engineer but he’s also no idiot either when it comes to mechanics.  He’s had to jury-rig enough stuff in his early mining days and time stranded on Earth to know what he is doing.   On top of the fact that through enough vorns of living and working with Shockwave he’s picked up this and that to know how some of the basics work.   Yes Megatron is right it could be something just so simple that Shockwave is overlooking it by looking only at the complex pieces.
     With a soft repose of his antenna, Shockwave pats Megatron’s leg and says lightly, “I appreciate the offer, Megatron, but if you take one look at this and find it in the first five minutes while I have been stewing over for three days, I might just snap and kill you.”
     Megatron laughs back.   Shockwave may not actually kill him, but most certainly will go ballistic on him.  He pats the violet helm ever so grateful that Shockwave didn’t push his help away or go bitchy.  “Alright,” but doesn’t move.
     Still standing there over Shockwave’s shoulder, he looks over the blueprints trying to see if he can find it anyways.   It pangs him to know this project has got his mate so frustrated.   If it was another bot bothering and harassing Shockwave, he would tell them to get lost or make them stop (physically), but this is a personal frustration that he feels the need to help with.  Furrowing his brow he really tries to understand everything going on here.   The more he stares, the more he wants to take on this mission and make Shockwave’s frustrations vanish.  A mission that must be completed successfully!   This battle is becoming his own.   Blue prints of agitation against--
     “You’re doing it again,”   Shockwave mumbles his groan.
     “Doing what?”   Megatron half hears him still staring at the project.
     “Looking over my shoulder and intimidating me.   Please, you are making it worse rather than helping.”   Shockwave is trying to sound polite even though it’s like sand in joint.
      Looking back down, Megatron wilts.   His presence over his knelt ex-commander’s shoulder is making the irritation worse not better.  Sheepishly, Megatron smiles, “Sorry.   What can I do to help?”
       Shockwave sags this time with a questioning plea, “Go away?”   The younger mate feels bad for saying it, but the elder just smirks knowing it wasn’t meant to hurt.
    Megatron leans down and kisses Shockwave’s helm top in apology.   Carefully making his way past the prints, he seats himself at the piano.   With the coasters out on the balcony, he takes the hand towel and sets it on the piano for his mug.  “Mind if I play instead?’
    Those cheeks warm in a blush and the half dressed form shrinks a little as if Megatron had given him a romantic kiss.  That warms Megatron in return.   To know that something a simple as playing for Shockwave is a caress to his weary spark and frazzled mind.
    So he starts with a classical piece just to put something comforting and encouraging in the room.  With the fresh air from the balcony, bright sunlight from the main window and encouraging notes through the air, Megatron see’s the tension releasing from his mate’s body.
   With that one over, he presses into another with a lighter lit to it’s bars.  It brings a even brighter lift to the golden spark to glance over and see a couple blueprints rolled up and shoved back in their tube by a more relaxed bot.   Shockwave must be making progress for even his antenna look more perky in success.
     Megatron brings up and even lighter fun tune to a song they both know.   Now his grin becomes a smirk seeing that his song has Shockwave on all fours over his blueprint,  rocking his shoulders to the beat.  Really pressing into the beat, Megatron rocks on.  To his delight, Shockwave begins humming along and sway his hips into it as well.
     The focused mech has no idea how gorgeous he is in his innocent movements to the beat.   For once, Megatron can easily shove his sexual desire aside and just be warmed by the fact he is making his mate happy.  In fact, it brings a soft blush to his own cheeks knowing he does this to Shockwave.  That is, makes him move in an innocent sultry way with merely fingers along some simple ebony and ivory keys.
      Without a pause, Megatron brings up another rock’n one that now has Shockwave singing as he swiftly rolls up two more blueprints and actually shoots them into the center of the tube.  Striding across the room, the white pede is tapping to the tune, hips swaying into the beat and finger dancing along the wiring system diagram.   Megatron is not even sure if Shockwave is aware that he is singing.   No, he will not break the moment by mentioning it.   His spark is slowly flaring seeing Shockwave cutting loose more and more with each thrum.
      “Idiot!”   Shockwave slaps the paper and laughs to himself.   “You damn stupid idiot!”   With his perfect tiny writing, flicks a line through a bit and rewrites something.  With that done, he swipes up another drawing and belts out the chorus writing more changes to the next piece.   Three more drawings need modifications but all of them are altered with flare.   Laughing and singing, the limber mech is delighted to solving the problem on his own.   The altered drawings are shoved into their own separate tube and set by the front door bench waiting their return to work in the morning.  Then he goes about cleaning up the other stuff.
      Megatron begins teasing the keys with another song, “Are you going to work now that you have it solved?”
      Shockwave shakes his helm, “No, I need to explain it to the construction team.   It will wait until tomorrow.  No rush.”  
       Megatron doesn’t say it, but his smile says it all by pressing into one of Shockwave’s favorite tunes:  Thank you for not going to work right now.
        Shockwave stalls in the middle of cleaning up the rest of his work mess, to stride to the beat in an all too turn-on move.  Leaning and arm across the music rest in a very sexy pose, he grasps the sharp silver chin with his other hand pulling it close to his face, “I love you, thank you.”
       Megatron beams back into him, “I didn’t do anything.”
       Shockwave grazes a kiss in, “I know, and I appreciate you sitting here with me if for no other reason than keeping me from going crazy and gently spurring me along.”  One hand pats the piano while the other pulls his spark-mate in for a warmer kiss.   “You are wonderful to me.”
       Just for that, Megatron waggles his optic ridges and leans into a rakish and leading song.   For that, Shockwave pays him back.  The moves across the floor are clearly a show to tease and titillate.
       Now it’s Megatron’s turn to growl in a stalking predatory way.   Flicking his antenna, Shockwave puts both hands up and flicks his digits to a ’come on’ move, “Show me what you’ve got, Megatron.”
       Megatron rolls the song into one he knows good and well Shockwave knows the words too.   One that flares that sexy and coy side of the reserved mech.   To any one else, they would think that stoic-Shockwave was either drunk or flipped his lid.   But no, this is part of their game.   Very few bots know Megatron has this wonderful musical and artistic side.   Likewise, few know that Shockwave's hidden lithe form likes to dance.
      Shockwave himself really didn’t know he liked to dance until one bot had taught him in a sparring ring that the gladiator battles were nothing more that series of moves put into play to make contact with the other.   Like a deadly dance.  (Some even were just that, a choreographed fake-fight purely for the credits of entertainment.)
      Yes when Shockwave was one-on-one with Megatron in the ring with no one else around, he even told him, “You know, Shockwave, you are far more graceful than I gave you credit for.  Your agility is your asset, use to it’s fullest advantage.   And the way you hide it behind that armor of yours will throw everyone off.”  Thus Shockwave was able to dance with his unobtainable-lover in a secret way.

     So now here he is in the middle of his own home with a maestro at the helm playing his body with merely those key strokes on the gifted-piano. Laying his helm back, he lays his arms out wide, brings one bend knee forward, to curl the pede to an arched toe point.   Now that forward cocked hip begins rocking into the song.  Rolling his wrists up and over his forehelm, brings them to clasp, rocking the ribs from side to side.  Cracking the hip thrusts and chest rocks, just accentuates the trim and flexible belly and grinding tasset.
     Megatron’s fingers miss a few keys, making Shockwave chuckle.   Oh it turns Shockwave on to know he can fumble Megatron’s brain with merely his body‘s movements.  So he dips his torso forward, pulling his hands into pressing one hand-heal forward and one straight back as if he had a dagger in each hand ready to strike a foe from front or back…or even at the same time.   The sultry optic leaning low-forward over the front wrist makes it clear, he plans to disable his mate with his seductive moves, not an actual strike.
      Megatron’s optic narrows and really makes the music sultry and dangerous.   For that, Shockwave sings.  Each English note is drawn out in just a way to make Megatron’s spark drool.
       “That’s it, lover, keep playing for me.”   Shockwave challenges him showing him his curvy aft.
       “That’s it, lover, keep toying with me.”   Megatron plays the game right back licking his fangs.

     On and on, Megatron makes Shockwave’s spark pulse hard and fast into one song and then the next that all have dark-fun-sexy lyrics to them.   On and on Shockwave sings and accentuates those lyrics with his intoxicating accent and addictive half dressed body.   Back and forth the players use the sexy ploys in their arsenal.  
Megatron’s growl and deep threatening stares.
Shockwave’s teasing whines and body presentation.
Megatron’s fanged smile.
Shockwave’s submissive antenna.
Megatron’s complicated key strokes.
Shockwave’s complicated moves.

  And then the strike.   Shockwave’s back turned, Megatron moves so that when the lighter form comes back round he turns right into his lover’s arms.  Megatron steadies the surprised body with a tightly clasped arm around the waist and the other holding the back of the helm.
   Shockwave is so surprised he gasps openly.  Both chests are panting against each other being swallowed by each other’s heated optics.  As a mated pair, the kiss is hard and wanting.  Shockwave digs his fingers into Megatron’s tracks making him wriggle and squirm against Shockwave’s perspiring naked torso.
    “Megatron,” Shockwave moans.
    “That’s my name you love to call,” Megatron teases.
    “Ohhh…,” Shockwave keens as Megatron licks, nips and licks again into his throat front, bending him back over his arm and neck into the open palm.  Lower and lower Megatron continues by lunging his left leg between Shockwave’s heating thighs.  Reaching the spark covering, Megatron chuckles.  Just as he lifts his lips preparing to kiss again, Shockwave pulls the plates back allowing his spark energy to bathe his lover’s shocked-mock.   Now it’s the lighter one’s turn to chuckle.
     “Careful there, mech.  I eat sparks like candy,” Megatron teases and licks the chamber rim.
    “Oh shit!”  Shockwave arches and his cod flares hot.
    Releasing the helm, Megatron leans further letting them both fall to the floor.   It’s a controlled fall though  The hand on the lower back, presses Shockwave’s hips to his so that the silver knee strikes the floor before the white back does.   The freed ebony palm takes the rest of the weight before the lovely violet helm can hit the floor.
    It’s Shockwave’s turn to gasp in surprise with his body splayed out on the floor beneath his lover.  A lover that just knows exactly how to play his body.  Nuzzling into the chest, he licks and nips the spark chamber making Shockwave squirm and dig his fingers in tighter to Megatron’s track.   The other devious one, is reaching under to play with the crest without releasing the full helmet.   Much like fiddling a hand into a cod covering without taking it completely off.
     “You sly thing!”  Megatron moans and thrusts his tongue deep into the spark making Shockwave scream and overload.    The zinging taste of overload on his tongue has Megatron “Mmm,” as if he had just consume Shockwave’s spark as a sweet candy.
      Panting, Shockwave, massages the crest some more.   “Thank you.”
      Megatron snickers and presses his hood to his mate giving him a tender hum, “Any time you need help, you know I’m here for you.”
      Shockwave nods and pulls him in for a sweet warm kiss, “I’m so lucky to have you.”
   All too easy it would be to counter or add to that, instead he just nods and kisses his wonderful mate back.