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                                          Chapter 2, Confrontation:

   Shockwave had finally finished his report, Lugnut had gone back to his quarters and Blitzwing had gone out for Primus knows where, again. Megatron made a vow at asking him about his nocturnal escapades, after he did came back more than once with purple streaks all over him, and that was more then suspicious. Putting that thought at the back of his processors, the Decepticon leader turned is attention to the matter at hand…who was currently sorting out his datapads.

   Not wanting to be interrupted, Megatron had locked the door after having dismissed his two minions. Now he was alone with the object of his affection, as well of his fantasies, the mere thought made him shudder in delight. He silently made his way to Shockwave, and said:
   “Quite a detailed report you made us here.”
Startled, the spy slightly jumped:
   “You surprised me, my lord.” Regaining his composure, he added “And thank you, I always try my best to please you.”
   “So I’ve noticed” The Decepticon leader whispered, smirking.

   Was it a blush Shockwave tried to hide? Megatron was pretty sure about that, and that knowledge only grew him bolder.
   “Tell me, Shockwave…Is it true what you said to Blitzwing?”
The single optic mech, who had his back on him, holding his datapads in his arms, suddenly let them all fall on the ground. Quickly bending to get them, he said:
   “I am not sure to understand your meaning, lord Megatron.”
Said lord took a few steps towards him, stopping in front of his aft hanging up in the air, then grabbed his hips, and, also bending, purred into his audios:
   “Oh, I think you know perfectly well what I mean.”

   Shockwave’s reaction wasn’t the one Megatron had anticipated. The Decepticon spy had panicked; he had, with the help of his hands, stumbled out of his lord’s grasp, straight into the wall they faced, there he had turned around, his back against it, in a defensive position, optic wide.

   “M-Megatron?! Wh-what was that all about?!”
The Decepticon leader, incredulous at first, suddenly felt anger boiling in his oil.
   “I’ll tell you what this is about.” He growled.
He took a step towards the flabbergasted spy.
   “This is about what happened during your infiltration.”
Another step.
   “This is about what you’ve done to fulfil your mission.”
And another.
   “But more important, this is about those fragging Autobots shagging you senseless!”
The last part of his sentence was shouted as he took one last step to stand right on front of Shockwave, his hands on each side of his head to hold him captive, looking straight in his optic, his intakes sharp.

   “They didn’t.”
What?!
   “What?!”
The single optic mech let out a sigh.
   “The Autobots, they didn’t ‘shag me senseless’, I never let them go that far…”
   “Then what did you-”
   “Since I actually had a mouth, I simply… had oral interface…”
   “And they settled with just that?”
As much as he was relieved, Megatron had a hard believing that they would have just asked for a blowjob.
   “Well…the ‘opportunities’ were never on my behalf, usually it was an officer, who had…grown a certain liking to me, that made me some proposition. I never accepted at first, I made myself desired, that way, once I accepted a little intimacy, I could bargain a fairly good place without actually interface with said officer.”
   “In other words you manipulated them.”
The Decepticon leader was answered by a nod. Slag, that mech was one of a kind! That statement only assured him that he had done the right decision in trying to seduce the spy.
   
   He was pulled out of his thoughts by Shockwave gently pushing him aside and walking to the fallen datapads, picking them up. Megatron looked at him as he neatly put the datapads on the table, deciding on his next move. Finally, he took the decision of confronting the spy once more by following him, turning him around and slamming him into his torso.
   “Another question, Shockwave” He nothing but purred. “Why did you react like that when I made a move on you?”
The spy was blushing madly now, gingerly pushing his leader away.
   “Because I wasn’t expecting it”
Megatron cocked an optic ridge.
   “I’m serious! I really wasn’t expecting you, my lord, having some sort of interest in me out of all mech.”
…Oh.
   “Low self-esteem?”
   “I’m pretty sure you would have too, sir, if, for starters, you didn’t had a mouth.” Said the spy as he looked away and stop trying to get out of his leader’s arms.
  
    “And that’s important because…?” Megatron couldn’t help but ask, it seemed a little too superficial from Shockwave’s part.
    “Because without a mouth you can’t kiss! And believe me, my lord, that problem always ruin a relatio-…”  The spy abruptly stopped, lowered his head and absolutely didn’t wanted to make eye contact with is leader.
    “I see.”
At that statement, the single optic mech started to push hard on the Decepticon lord, trying more than never to get out of is grasp, almost…desperately.

   “Whoa, whoa! Shockwave calm down!”
Seeing the other wasn’t going anytime soon, he did the first thing that crossed his CPU: he slammed him onto the table. Now he had the spy lying under him, his hands on his wrist to make him stay and Megatron could feel Shockwave’s knees against his crotch. Clearly, the Decepticon spy was not too happy about that position, while his leader had a very different feeling about it, translated in the intense stare he gave him.
   “Now that you’re calm and ready to listen, I’m going to tell you two things. One: not having a mouth doesn’t mean you can’t kiss, usually your serie is built with some sort of hologram program to give us the illusion that you’re kissing.”
Judging by the single optic mech’s expression he didn’t knew that, bringing a smirk on Megatron’s face. A smirk that grew wider as he continued.
   “Two: technically, you do have mouth. And don’t look surprised, I’ve seen it. When you take energon, you open a hole in your faceplate and I’m pretty sure there was a glossa in it.
    “That’s irrelevant! It’s not a mouth; it’s just a fuel entry. It cannot be used as something else as that.”

   Megatron approached his faceplate to Shockwave’s, took his chin into his hand, and, never breaking eye contact, purred:
   “Then I guess we’ll just have to make sure of that.”