"Friendly" Persuasion- Sticky Version

Title: "Friendly" Persuasion- Rewrite - Chapter One
Universe: G1
Category: Slash, sticky
Rating: R
Pairings: Prowl/Soundwave, with Megatron watching.
Warnings: Explicit, Violent, Non-Con, Bondage, Torture, Voyeurism, toys, cross-faction

A/N: I probably don't have to say that I see Transformers as being androgynous. This simply means having aspects of both genders. In sticky this means both a spike and port. nuff said there. I don't normally write sticky, so I spologise if this sucks.

It had started out as a normal day, like most others. Prowl had been traveling down the highway, in response to the report of an accident a few miles away from where he was. He pulled up, noticing something was wrong as soon as his feet touched the pavement. Why were there no police or emergency crews on the scene? The call had come from the state highway patrol dispatcher. So why was he the first one here? He listened. Not even a siren. And where was the semi that had reportedly been in the accident?

The car looked like it had been abandoned, and was laying haphazardly in the grass a few feet away, rammed from the back end so hard it had crumpled the instant it was rammed against the tree. It looked like it had been hit repeatedly. He studied the pavement. No gasoline, no human fluids that his sensors could register. Something was wrong... very wrong.

The possibility struck him, but reality asserted itself all-to-quickly when Motormaster came crashing through the trees, the other Stunticons right behind him. Prowl backed up and pulled out his gun. "Prowl to base, it was an ambush!" he fired off two shots, which ricocheted harmlessly off the Stunticon leader's forcefield.

The words had barely left his vocalizer when Motormaster's huge black fist collided with his face, and he was sent sprawling, his gun clattering a few feet away. He scrambled to get to it, but the group moved faster than he did. "Oh no you don't!" and Motormaster grabbed him by the doorwings.....

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Megatron studied the shuddering form huddled in a corner where he'd been thrown. His hands were still shackled behind him, his windows had been shattered, and multiple dents and gashes marred his chassis where the Stunticons had "Had fun with him". One optic lens was cracked, and his chevron bent and twisted. His shoulders threw sparks every now and then where his sensitive doorwings had been ripped off. Megatron smirked at Motormaster's work, fondly remembering the sound of the tactician's scream in his audios.

But still, Prowl looked up at the silver Decepticon leader with defiance in his optics. Megatron simply smirked back. He knew it wouldn't be much longer until the Autobot gave him what he wanted. His energy levels were getting dangerously low, and pretty soon he would have no will left to fight. Megatron chuckled lowly, imagining the Autobot pleading for death at his hands. He brought his thought back to the present. "First things first." He reminded himself.


"How long until we get the information we need?" he turned to Soundwave, who was standing quietly next to him.

"Approximate time to pain threshold, four hours, thirteen minutes." the cassette player droned.


"Excellent." Megatron beamed, optics flashing bright crimson. "I have all the time in the world." He leaned against a wall to watch. "Proceed."

Prowl glared vehemently. "I will never tell you anything that can ever be used against the Autobots." he rasped, determination clear in his somewhat scratchy voice. "Motormaster and the others must have damaged my vocalizer." he thought, biting back a cough. He could 'feel' the dents in his neck plating. Desperation wormed it's way to the surface, but was quickly shoved back down.

He just wished his emergency beacon was working. Too bad they had made sure to disconnect it. Right after ripping out his radio. He cursed inwardly, and tried to think logically, not letting fear get the better of him.

"We shall see." Megatron said smugly. Soundwave turned off the forcefield and started towards him....


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An hour or so later, Megatron was starting to lose patience. Even the screams and incoherent responses had been the same. And Soundwave had tried to enter Prowl's mind, finding more formidable barriers than he had thought he would.

"Well!?" Megatron snapped when Soundwave stood up. Prowl's look of pain dissipated into the same defiant look as before. Even though it wasn't as strong as it was before. "Subject has stronger mental barriers than anticipated." Soundwave toned.

Megatron balled his fists, trying to keep his temper in check. "Is there another way?" he grated.
"affirmative." soundwave cast a glance at Prowl, and Megatron went over to discuss the casette player's newest suggestion.

"reaaallyy." Megatron glanced at the black and white with a malicious grin, and the Datsun's expression instantly went back to defiance. A wicked grin spread across the silver Decepticon leader's face. "Do it." he folded his arms, and watched the Autobot's face turn to fear when Soundwave approached him.

Prowl dizzily tried to get his feet under him, but only succeeded in scooting back into the corner further, whimpering where the bare metal and circuits where his doorwings had once been scraped the wall. He got one foot under him, and started to get up, but exhaustion and dizziness struck, sending him to the floor.

Soundwave bent down and uprighted him. "No! Don't!" Prowl struggled in the cassette-host's grip, trying to free himself from the physical assault.

"Do not resist me, Auto-bot." Soundwave toned, voice emotionless. Prowl gasped and struggled more as Soundwave easily pinned him on the hard metal floor, putting his weight on the Datsun to keep him from moving. He didn't even make optic contact as Soundwave's other hand brushed the tactician's inner thigh and slid up, searching for the sliding access panel protecting his interface port. Soundwave's fingers traced the edges, and scraped for purchase at the edges of the cover plate, trying to pry it open.

"Open the panel." the Decepticon commanded.

Prowl mustered all his strength, narrowing his bright blue optics into slits. "No."
and kicked at his captor.

Soundwave backhanded him, knocking him over, and another shower of sparks sprayed from his already over abused doorwing-stubs, and a stab of electricity assaulted his sensors. Soundwave brought out two small squares, about the size of hypno-chips, from a subspace pocket. Prowl eyed the two tiny, flat, squares with a mixture of fear and dread. "What are those... what are you.. going to.." he dared look at Megatron. Who was obviously enjoying this, from the smirk he was wearing.

Prowl tried to scoot away, but Soundwave simply maneuvered so he was straddling the black and white's lower body, his back to Prowl. He ignored the squirming mech under him, and held one of the chips between two fingers leaning over. Prowl couldn't see what Soundwave was up to until the communications specialist grabbed his legs, forcing them apart. Prowl gasped when the cassette player's fingers wormed their way into the space between his leg and abdominal armor. The cassette player carefully pushed the narrow chip in-between the wires of the tactician's upper leg, and Prowl tried desperately to rock back and forth, hoping to throw the heavy Decepticon off. Soundwave simply pushed his fingers in harder, forcing the wiring apart. Prowl barely bit back a whimper, hoping the Autobots would find him soon.

Once the chip was in place, Soundwave carefully repeated on the other leg. Prowl tried to ignore the pain racing across his back and tried to kick at the blue and gray Decepticon. "Stay still." Soundwave droned. Prowl set his jaw and tried to jerk to one side. Blue sparks jumped across the flooring, and droplets of energon filled the scrape-marks on the already-stained tiles. He tried to ignore the cold fingers and burning pain of the tiny wires being forced apart and, probably some of them ripped in half in the process.

Soundwave relented, and Prowl tried to kick at him. He found he couldn't move his legs. Another wave of fear surfaced, and he forced himself to shove it to the back of his processor somewhere. Fear and anxiety would get him nowhere.

Megatron seemed perfectly happy to explain. "Neuro-inhibitor chips. They'll keep you from kicking Soundwave again." he stated, grin growing wider. His optics dimmed slightly, as though imagining what was to come. "One of Bombshell's more... creative inventions. They block electrical impulses around anything they touch." he explained amusedly.


Soundwave grabbed Prowl and dragged him back over to the corner so he was sitting upright. Some part of Prowl recognised there was no escaping now. Even if his hands weren't still shackled behind him, he wouldn't be able to wa;lk, nevertheless run. His only hope now was if his friends could find him before Megaton decided to turn him into so much scrap metal. He looked away, refusing to meet the stare of either Decepticon.

He was outwardly defiant, but inwardly, he was shaking with fear, even with his logic circuits trying to keep the myriad of emotions at bay.

He tried to calculate the odds of his being rescued, but those weren't good. At least it was helping to distract him from what was going on around him. "Probable odds of the Decepticons getting the Ark's codes?" he thought, not expecting his battle computer to answer him so quickly. It almost startled him.
"Ninety eight percent."

He forced back another stab of pain. He was already shivering at the loss of energy, and knew he was leaking energon and coolant where a couple of pieces of his armor had been completely ripped off. He wondered idly if he could just... delete the files.. His thought started to wander and he brought himself back to the present, knowing it would be his end if he let himself drift off to recharge now.

"Hmm." Megatron purred, swcooting in closer and seating himself on the nearby bench hanging at the back wall of the cell. "Perhaps when Soundwave is done, I might decide to keep you as my pet." his voice had grown huskier. He nodded to spundwave. About that time, Prowl realised what they were up to. "No..n-no!" he jerked sideways and twisted, trying futiley to get free, but to no avail. Soundwave had moved to one side, still hovering over Prowl, but on the perfect angle to give Megatron a good view.

Prowl tried to think through the panic and figure out a way to get to the access codes and delete them before Soundwave could uplink. Even though Soundwave probably had the strength to rip off the interface cover and forcibly interface, he wasn't sure he would do it.


he brought his thoughts back to as clear as he could get them, and tried to re-think in a way the semi-psychic Decepticon wouldn't pick up on..

"Probability of Soundwave detecting and preventing deletion." he thought.

"57.993 percent." His battle computer sounded for him, inside his head.

Soundwave looked straight at him. So he *had* heard it.

Prowl cursed inwardly. He winced as Soundwave's fingers dug into the tiny space at the edge of the still-sealed interface cover-plate. His fingers slipped, pressing a little too hard into a sensitive spot on the edging. Prowl whimpered softly and tried to move away. Soundwave shoved him back.

"Open the cover plate." he intoned.

Prowl didn't answer. He was too tired... he had to save what little energy he had for deleting those files, even if it meant possibly damaging or deleting part of his other memories. He looked past Soundwave, concentrating on the far wall. And getting past the first set of access codes to the data storage protocalls.

Soundwave knew there was one other way to get the panel open, and access the well-protected interface connection inside his port. If not by Prowl willingly unlatching the plate, then by physical stimulus..

Soundwave grabbed the heavy chains hanging nearby and looped them around Prowl's right leg, then up around the chain of the bench hanging from the wall. The second set he secured to the bars and Prowl's other leg, leaving his legs splayed wide open. Prowl looked up at the ceiling, trying to put his mind other places. "Any place but here." He thought, and tried to force back the tears of humiliation that burned in his optics. Megatron rumbled softly. "Yes, soundwave. Open him up for me."

The casette player knelt, humming softly as his fingers glided across the smooth metal, pressing teasing touches along the edges of the panel. Prowl willed himself to keep it closed, but Soundwave was making the touches hard to ignore.

Prowl gasped when he heard a soft "Shlink" and a soft viration assaulted the closed panel. Soundwave had retracted his hand and replaced it with some kind of nmarrow instrument which was humming faintly, sending pleasant vibrations through his panel. Prowl jerked his head to the side, gasping in air to cool his rapidly heating systems, trying to ignore his hardening spike beneath the armor. But the vibrations were getting stronger, teasing his closed panel.
"Open the panel, Autobot." Soundwave entoned softly.
Prowl simply bit back a whimper, willing himself to keep ignoring it.

Soundwave ran the vibrating device around the edges of the slighlty open panel, increasing the vibrations slightly, and ran it across the seal. Lubricant was allready beginning to leak out around the edges of the closed panel, slowly dripping onto the flooring in a bluish puddle around the tactician's thighs. "Open." Soundwave commanded softly. Prowl moaned, and the panel slid open, wet port pulsating from the delcious vibrations.

Megatron sat back, feeling his own systems beginning to heat up at the erotic display. He let his own panel slide open and his spike slid smoothly out, the tip allready beginning to drip with lubricant. growled softly, fingers teasing the end of his own spike, imagining it was the Autobot before him, moaning and begging him to let him have it as he sucked the silver Decepticon leader's spike. "Yes... That's it.." he moaned, stroking his erect spike slightly faster.

"please... don't..." Prowl begged between gasps, trying to sit up. But Soundwave forced him back down, two fingers invading his port, pumping in and out, curling to scrape the inner walls. Prowl squirmed, mouth open in a wordless cry. The panel concealing his spike snapped open, and his spike slid out. Soundwave's fingers that had been pumping his port left, and Prowl made a small dissapointed sound. Until soundwave grabbed his spike firmly and pumped it rapidly, his grip hard enough to hurt, adding pain to the pleasure coursing through Prowl's circuits. Prowl arched with a worless cry, paralized by thesudden, intense pleasure.

Megatron's optics dimmed slightly, and he groaned, pumping his own spike harder. "I want you to beg, Autobot. Beg me to let you overload." He growled, drinking in Prowl's erotic cries.

"Ngh...ne-never." Prowl's voice was wavering, and he tried to steady his voice." Soundwave brought up the vibrating rod his hand had morphed into, and slowly ran it down the legth of the underside of Prowl's Spike, eliciting another shudder from the Autobot. Then he pressed the tip to Prowl's port. "Release the information, and Megatron will allow you release." he stated.
Prowl refused to reply. He cast his optics to the ceiling, trying not to moan as Soundwave circled Prowl's entrace, then inserted just the tip of the rod into his aching port. Prowl offlined his optics. He would resist, he would..."
Soundwave pulled back and pushed it in further. Prowl squirmed, ignoring the sensations. Soundwave pumped it harder, slowly increasing the speed. Prowl dimmed his optics almost to offline, frozen in place. Soundwave slowed his pumping, and Prowl tried to move his chained legs. Besides the chips keeping him from moving them, his legs were now supended up off the floor.

Soundwave grabbed Prowl's allready-loosened bumper and yanked. Prowl screamed as the bumper ripped free, taking wires and circuits with it. Soundwave tosswed it aside and shoved his hand into Prowl's open chest. Prowl screamed in pain, then moaned as Soundwave sped up pumping the rod in and out of Prowl's port in a steady rythm.
Megatron's optics were dimmed so much Prowl wondered briefly if he could even see what was going on.
Soundwave's hand in his chest slid inward and to the left, towards Prowl's spark chamber.
"Please..." prowl whimpered.
"Please what?" Megatron moaned, hand pumping his spike harder. "Beg me, autobot."

Soundwave's hand gently traced the circuit wires near the surface, then slid even deeper, angling downward, carefully parting wires, sending another wave of pleasure/pain through the black and white Datsun.
"p-please... stop!"

Soundwave slowed his ministrations, making Prowl whimper, wanting more of the pleasure he wasn't supposed to be enjoying.

Soundwave grasped a thick wire inside his chest and gently squeezed. Prowl shut off his optics, biting back another cry of pain.

Soundwave leaned in, so their faces were mere inches apart. "It is futile to resist me." the Decepticon practically purred into his audio. He found another wire and twisted, pressing it against an open circuit.

Prowl moaned and arched his back, trying to struggle free, but only succeeding in creating more sparks, and Soundwave slid the rod int his port again at the same time, mixing his pain with another, stronger, wave of pleasure.
Prowl jerked as Soundwave pulled the rod out slowly, ramming it in again roughly, and again and again, twisting and angling it every time, so that it hit all the right sensor nodes imbedded in the walls of Prowl's sensitive port. Prowl moaned loudly and arched off the floor.

Megatron's optics were brightening, steam rolling off his chassis. "Yes, that's it. Beg me." he pumped his spike faster, fingers slipping up and over to tease the tip of his spike. He shuddered.
"Soundwave." He growled, voice a low, husky moan.
"Yes, Megatron." Soundwave's gaze never left the moaning autobot beneath him
"You may link to the Autobot now. Get me my information."
"As you command, Megatron." Soundwave's panel slid open, and his spike slid out. He pulled the rod out of Prowl's still-pulsating port, lubricant leaking a bit faster now, running down his thighs, and staining the floor underneath him. Soundwave retracted the rod, replacing it with his normal hand. Prowl whimpered, trying to think around the haze of pleasure in his processor.


"No.. I have to.." he panted, not even realizing he had spoken out loud."Try to resist." was the thought ending to that.

"You cannot resist me." Soundwave countered.

"If only I could... find the... place...I was... " Prowl shivered uncontrollably, searching desperately for the memory files. Soundwave lined up his spike with Prowl's port. He was slightly thicker than the rod, but he would be able to connect to the Autobot. He slid the tip of his spike into Prowl's port, sending out a low vibrating moan, unheard to anyone but himself.

He reached the subfolder.. now if he could only...

"Aauugh!" Soundwave pulled back and hilted himself in the Autobot's port.

He whimpered softly, knowing it was already too late to do anything to save himself. He just hoped he could delete the files they were looking for before Soundwave could force his body to respond to his unwanted caresses. The hand that had just been the vibration rod wrapped around his spike and started slowly pumping, doubling the sensations. Soundwave swirled his fingers around the tip, teasing the mech. At the same time, he slowly started to move in and out of Prowl's port, slowly sliding his large spike in and out, stretching the Datsun's port with every thrust. Prowl could feel every ridge of the Decepticon's spike brushing the sensor nodes inside his port every time he thrust into the chained Autobot

"What are you-ooohhhh!" Prowl squirmed as his body reacted to the touches in ways he really didn't want it to.

Inside, his mind was screaming "Stop! Stop it please!" But he would never give them the satisfaction of hearing him cry out like that.

He would never beg for mercy.

"Resistance is useless." Soundwave nearly whispered.


Prowl could feel the Decepticon's power field pulse and beat against his own, it's strangely harmonic feeling sending vibrations through his very structure. Soundwave must have found a way to concentrate and channel that, because his spike started to virate softly inside Prowl, making him moan loaudly again, nearly at the end of his resistance.

"You'll... never find.. what you're.. looking...for." Prowl whispered hoarsely. He had reached the memory file all he had to do now was confirm the delete command. And his comrades would be safe.

"You might as.. well... give up..." Prowl didn't hold back the cough that ended that sentence. Soundwave;s hand inside Prowl's chest was inches from his spark chamber. He grabbed the power conduit cable and twisted. Prowl shrieked and writhed at the sharp pain, shaking harder. Soundwave pumped him harder, spike sending vibrations into the Datsun's sensitive port. Prowl arched and twisted, trying to squirm free. Pleasure mixed with pain, chasing pleasure, the two entoxicating sensations mixing together, blurring reality. Soundwave's hand inside Prowl's chest kept exploring, forcing himself into the black and white Autobot's body further; To see what other sensitive points there were he could use to his advantage.

Megatron growled, optics glowing like lava as he watched soundwave pounding the helpless Prowl's port. He imagined it was prowl he was driving his hardened spike into, instead of his hand. He moved his hand faster, gripping his spike harder, imagining how tight the datsun's hot wet port was. Megatron gritted his denta, letting his legs slip open more, grunting with effort as the veins of pleasure raced like liquid lightning through his circuits into his core. he let his mouth fall open, concentrating on the whines and pleading moand of the helpless Prowl, optics locked on the display before him

Prowl offlined his optics and gathered his senses, and engaged the final protocall to delete the security codes from his memory.

"Delete information? Y/N" his internal computer sounded.

Soundwave let out a low vibration-moan of pleasure as his the plug on the tip of his spike brushed the recessed connection deep inside Prowl's port.
"You're... to.. late." Prowl gasped, mentally confirming the delete.

Soundwave's hand in Prowl's chest circled his spark chamber, teasing at the catches, making him whimper. Prowl turned his head away from Soudnwave, the only part of him he could still move. His optics were offline, andhe just wanted it to be over now. Though a part of him wanted more of the pleasure. He could feel his battle computer crashing as the illogicalness of it all hit him. To want something he didn't want, to have his body betray him to the pleasure and pain soundwave was forcing him to feel.

Soundwave's hand caught the latches on Prowl's spark-chamber and it retracted slightly. Soundwave slowed his thrusts, letting his fingers trace the edges of Prowl's opening spark chamber.

His other hand went back to Prowl's spike, squeezing it painfully tight and jerking on it rapidly. Prowl arched into his captor, all previous thought gone. Soundwave's thrusts became more forcefull, almost to the point of pain. Soundwave shifted positions slightly, thrusting on a different angle, hitting that one recessed sensor node deep inside of Prowl's port. Prowl arched into his captor, moaning. "Please.... please megatron...." he whined, intent on only that elusive overload he was on the very verge of grasping. "Let me, unhhh..."he moaned, sounding breathless.

Megatron growled, his captive Autobot's pleading making him come so much closer to that delicious overload.

"Megtron, let me overload, please." He cried, voice desperate.

Megatron Let his head fall back, the captive autobot saying his name, begging him for release was enough. Megatron roared as he overloaded, transfluid spurting from his spike onto the floor in front of his. He gave a few more strokes, then tucked his spike away, walking out. He stopped just outside the cell "Get the codes, Soundwave." he commanded. "Yes, Megatron." Soundwave entoned. His humming spike inside of Prowl increased in intensity until it was practically rattling against the inside of the the Datsun's port. He pulled almost all the way out, and shoved his spike back in forcefully, then again pulled allmost all the way out and slammed his spike in to the hilt again, stretching Prowl's port, combining pleasure with pain, sending pulses of bright white lightning pleasure and pain deep into his port and through him straight to his core.

Soundwave grabbed the datsun's legs, holding them as far apart as he could, thrusting into Prowl viciously. He looked down on Prowl impassively, thrusting at different angles, slowing then pumping in and out rapidly, making Prowl moan.

"oooh... ohhh." Prowl made no attempt to restrain his moan. He gasped, and Soundwave's fingertips dove into the edges of his spark. His hand pumped Prowl's spike quickly and forcefully, sending him over the edge. Prowl cried out in overload, and Soundwave shoved the plug on the tip of his spike home, connecting with a 'click'.

Prowl thought he saw stars form behind his off-lined optics. Soundwave's aura of energy engulfed him all at once, and the vibrations seemed to surround and gothrough him at the same time.

He thought that he had overloaded before, but this made his overload feel like a pre-overload zing compared to this. Prowl was frozen in place at sudden spike in energy levels. He made a choking sound, trying not to cry out, but ended up whimpering loudly anyway. Soundwave slipped past his defenses, and entered his mind.

Prowl cried out, and Soundwave sent out a reverberating tone, too low for normal ears to hear, more than the vibration of it.

Soundwave forced his mind further into the Autobot's. Prowl convulsed, his entire frame engulfed in pleasure, and Soundwave purposely sent another bolt of energy across their link.

It was too much. Prowl cried out, his firewalls failing.
Nos he lay still, whimpering, and shaking uncontrollably.

Soundwave calmly waited for a minute, until Prowl was only still trembling slightly,
and the cassette player looked down at him, unforgiving and without mercy.

He could 'feel' Prowl's fear, and his hand reached into Prowl's chest, squeezed tighter around the power cable he grabbed

Prowl gasped for cooling air, against the pleasure of overload, and tried to concentrate aroudn the lightheadednesss he was starting to feel from the lack of energy.

Soundwave sent another power surge across the link, and at the same time twisted and yanked the power cable.

Prowl screamed in agony, and everything went blank.