[TF] Obscene Comm Calls

Title: Obscene Comm Calls
Fandom: Transformers
Warnings: Snark, established 'face-buddies (*gbeg*), graphic dirty talk.
Summary: Comm links can most definitely make a boring work shift less boring.
Notes: Blame Moony (moonbeamsfanfic). She wrote my smutty-as-hell prompt over on the kink meme (and seriously, go read Size Doesn't Matter, Except When It Does before reading this one. It's hot sticky smut, yay!) and now the idea of a possible sequel won't get outta my head. So, I decided to make an attempt to force it out.

That being said, enjoy!

Obscene Comm Calls

One would think that nearly a month of the same routine would get dull after a while. In most cases involving life as a Decepticon, this was true. However, when the routine in question was frequent interfacing in an out-of-the-way storage room with the only mech in the entire army who was... suitable for his formatting, Starscream found that the end of shift was becoming his favourite part of the cycle.

And then there was the fact that Rumble kept finding ways to catch him off guard. A flicker of a memory file flashed through his processor for a moment – where the pit had the little slagger even found a pair of stasis cuffs without having to bribe Swindle for them?! – and the seeker barely held back a faint shiver. That had definitely been a fun way to spend the evening.

"Hey. What'cha doing?"

Starscream blinked and turned his head slightly to survey the command center. His wingmates were both still filling out their reports from the patrol the trine had gone on earlier in the cycle, Soundwave was still kissing Megatron's aft, and the Cassetticon twins were still watching the monitors.

"The same thing you're supposed to be doing, rodent," the jet drawled over the comm link in reply. "Working."

Rumble actually snorted aloud, waving his twin off when Frenzy looked over to see what was so funny. "This is too boring. Why can't something interesting happen during monitor duty?"

"My apologies. I'll just call up the Autobots and invite them to attack the base right now. Would that help liven things up for you?" came the reply.

"Y'know what would be really interesting?"

The second in command stiffened for a moment before forcing his attention back to his report. Or trying to, anyway. That particular tone was one that sent warning alerts off in his processor, but only because that tone had been a precursor to Rumble starting in on a string of delightfully perverse vocalizations for the past month. To be honest, for the past week of cycles all the mini-con had to do was say even a single word using that tone and the seeker could count on his valve to twinge in anticipation.

Quickly saving the report so he could return to it later, Starscream turned his full attention to the comm line: "No. What would be interesting?"

On the other side of the room, Rumble held back a smirk; he knew that he was exploiting one of the jet's weaknesses and didn't care. "It would be interesting to see how less boring monitor shift could be if I bent you over that console right now."

Oh, that was definitely an interested shiver. Starscream stole a quick look towards Soundwave – still preoccupied with Megatron, thank Primus – and responded: "Oh? And what makes you think I'd give you the chance to do that much?"

"Cuz I know how much that slutty little valve of yours loves my spike," Rumble fairly growled in reply, shifting only slightly at the console and making it look as if he were simply stretching his limbs. "Heh, I'll bet you're wet right now just thinking about it, aren'tcha?"

A faint purr across the comm link preceded the reply. "My my, so preoccupied with my valve here lately, aren't we? And what if I was to tell you that it is, in fact, rather interested in your current topic?"

"I'd say I feel challenged to see if I can get you off just by talking about what I wanna do to you," the mini-con said. Really, it would be a much more interesting shift if he had the bearings to actually jump the jet in a room full of other mechs. Although then he'd feel honour-bound to slag the lot of them as they'd think that meant Screamer was fair game; that was his piece of aft, thank you very much!

"Mmm. Proceed," Starscream pressed, shifting slightly in his seat. He wasn't positive that just words could drive him into an overload, but he was curious enough to let the little slagger try. And, on the off-chance it worked... well, he was the second in command and could rearrange both their shifts to give them a full half-cycle of down time in order to fully show his appreciation.

Rumble wasn't even sure how he managed to keep a slag-eating grin off his face. "I think first off, I'd have to check and make sure you ain't lying to me, Screamer. Shove you back in that chair, get your interface panel out of my way, and get my mouth down there and make you beg."

The Cassette glanced up from the monitor for an astrosecond – Soundwave and Megatron still discussing whatever, Frenzy playing Solitaire, Skywarp and Thundercracker working – to see if there was any outward reaction. The only overt sign that Starscream wasn't just humouring him was a minute trembling of the seeker's wings and a subtle shift in his chair.

"And after that?" the Air Commander murmured. "After you've managed to reduce me to whimpering like some pleasurebot and begging for an overload?" He smirked slightly as Rumble stiffened slightly across the room, mentally chalking up a point on the mental scoreboard they were keeping of who managed to get one over on whom. "Are you going to give me what I want?"

"Depends on how nicely you're begging for it," Rumble replied, already feeling an anticipatory charge beginning to build in his systems. "You asking nicely for it, Screamer? Or should I just keep going and bring you off with my glossa?"

Oh, but the mini-con was good at this. Last time Starscream had participated in comm-'facing had been vorns upon vorns ago, long before Rumble was even formatted. Even that mech hadn't managed to get his vents silently humming this quickly! The seeker stole another glance over his shoulder, verifying that his fellow officers were still engrossed in their conversation and that his wingmates were finishing up their reports, before shooting a heated look at the mini.

"Knowing you, even though by this point I'm damned near shrieking for your spike, you'll just keep going, won't you?" he purred, flicking his glossa 'absently' over his lips and smirking at the darkening of the other mech's optics. "You like having some power over a superior officer, and we both know it."

"And you love it, too, slut," Rumble snarked back, resisting the urge to rub at his interface panel. He had only half-expected the Air Commander to go along with the conversation for a few breems, but now it was getting very interesting and the monitor shift wasn't so boring anymore. "You love being at my mercy. And yeah, I think I might just take you right up to the edge, and when you're almost there, leave you hanging."

"You wouldn't dare."

Rumble ducked his head and smirked, chuckling through the comm link. "Just long enough for you to slip back into that demanding high-and-mighty attitude of yours before I drive into you so hard and fast that I shove you into overload. And you'd love it."

This time the wing-tremors were more noticeable, and Starscream barely managed to disguise the action as a normal stretching of the limbs. "Mmm, yes, that would set me off nicely. Would probably do wonders for you, too, wouldn't it? Just riding on the aftershocks for a breem or two, waiting until I'm nearly aware of the world again before pounding my valve."

"I won't even bother with your wings," the mini-con continued, his voice coming in deep and full of promise across the comm. "In that chair, I won't even have to. Just yank you to the edge of it and let the arms of the slagging thing do the work for me. Just think about it, Screamer: hot, perfect spike fragging your valve and cool metal scraping across your wings. I don't think you'd last too long before you get off again."

The only reply was a low moan across the comm link and Starscream shifting slightly in the chair again. He had a vivid enough imagination that he could almost feel what the other mech was describing, and he double-checked to make sure that his interface panel was still latched. It was but he could still feel his valve nearly flooding with coolant and was more than ready for this shift to end!

Rumble grinned to himself, recognizing the signs that the seeker was struggling to maintain his composure and possibly attempting to hold off an overload. "You like the thought of that, don'tcha? You like the idea of being fragged into overload after overload in front of your trine. Bet you'd love to be fragged senseless in the middle of the rec room, right out where everyone can see just how much you love my spike. You'd like that, wouldn't you, slut?" He paused, then added in a low tone, "Or maybe you'd like it even more if I bent you over Megatron's throne and 'faced you right there. Overload you in the Big Boss's seat and not even bother cleaning up the mess we'd make... cuz I'd make damned sure I overloaded you so many times that it'd never come clean."

Starscream's optics dimmed and he just barely managed to bite back a cry as a quick overload washed through his systems. It was just enough to leave him sensitized and ready for more. Regulating his vents, the seeker opened his report just long enough to see if it would pass muster – it would suffice, thankfully – and sent the file to Megatron before carefully rising from his chair.

"If there are no pressing matters," he drawled sarcastically, "I believe my shift is over."

Megatron apparently wasn't in the mood to argue with his tetchy second in command and waved him off. "Then go, and I don't want to see you again until morning cycle."

"As you command, mighty leader," the seeker sneered before heading for the door. As he left, he sent a quick response to the mini-con: "Shift actually ends in ten breems. You have that long to get to our store room, or I'm starting without you."

"Grab a few extra cubes of mid-grade," Rumble replied. "You're gonna need the energy."

"The clock's ticking, rodent. Don't keep me waiting too long," Starscream fairly purred in response before vanishing down the hall. There were several cubes of energon with his and the runt's names on them, and they most definitely would need them.

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