Under that Old Apple Tree a Ringwraith sleeps

Sorry for loooooooong wait. I finally managed to write these. Unfortunately it’s only 2/3, since the middle one made me hit blank. :,,,D

33. “I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

Soundwave was many, many things:

Megatron’s right hand. The third in command of the Decepticon army. Master of espionage. A deadly warrior, who most likely had the largest body count in the whole Decepticon army, second to Megatron himself. 

And a true pain in my shiny aft, Knockout ended the list with a mild grimace as he felt yet another insistent poke. Said poking had been continuing for the last half an hour or so. Honestly, it was making reading these numbers the very mech had sent him very difficult. 

Knockout resisted the urge to fluff out his plating in annoyance, trying his best to ignore the looming presence behind him.  

Or at least that’s where Soundwave had been few moments ago. 

Knockout shifted slightly, his object having been one of the datapads next to the console. But instead of the datapads, his servo contacted with a solid plating, causing the medic to freeze. 

A part of Knockout was panicking a little about the fact that he had missed Soundwave moving around him, which in any other circumstance could be a death sentence. But right now he was getting more and more annoyed.

Opening his mouth, Knockout was ready to give the other a piece of his mind, when it happened again, the poking and then one of his wheels spinned. 

Red optics snapped downwards, seeing the softly glowing feeler sneaking around him and, sure enough, it was playing with one of Knockout’s wheels. “Soundwave...,” he sighed, arms crossing over the chest. “Is there a point to this?”

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56. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

“ – had enough of your foolery! If you mess one more time, I will personally strip the metal of your back and – Hellbat? Are you listening to me?!”

The web-like helm finials twitched as the mech blinked. “I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.”

A low, thunder-like growl started from deep within Deszaras’ chest. “Hellbat!” he growled, all four eyes glowing brightly as the warlord glared down, seated on his throne. Claws digging into the armrests, the large mech started to get up.

“But, my Lord, they are such lovely eyes!” Hellbat rushed to say, wincing a little, when Deszaras froze mid-move. He was making plans how to dash away, some kind of excuse to use and get away before - 

“Lovely?”

The word was quiet, full of... wonder?

Hellbat dared to open his eyes -- when the frag he had closed them? -- and was greeted with the sight of a pleasantly surprised looking Deszaras. 

“You think my eyes are lovely?”

“Uh, yes?”

The throne room was dim for reasons Hellbat didn’t always understand but even so, he had a pretty good thermal vision, which meant he did not miss the sudden hotness spreading on Deszaras face. 

Well well...