Consider these two... well I suppose they are related by tentacles, scenes, and read your fancy. Bearing in mind, of course, that I make no guarantees of their quality. XD

Characterization? What characterization! I make crap up as I go along. The End.

I'm sorry these are late! DX

Universe: G1
Characters: Perceptor, Soundwave
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Tentacles, hard non-con,violence. I made myself a little woozy, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.
A/N: For Dellessa and Shibara, who I blame love for this. Oh you two. This is my first time with tentacle prons. I'm very, very, very sorry. Very. Very sorry.

Perceptor rarely found himself out on the battlefield. His armor was light, and while he could almost match Bluestreak as a sniper, it wasn't worth the risks. He helped in other ways, and that had been good enough.

Except today, when all available hands had been called to help fight off the latest Decepticon scheme.

Perceptor tightened his grasp on the light blaster he held, picking off drone after drone as they swarmed the Autobots. Adjusting himself against the rock he was using for cover, Perceptor raised his gun to shoot again, so focused on his task that he didn't catch Laserbeak circling overhead.

"Soundwave's disappeared!"

"Find him! NOW"

It was chaos as the bots tried to catch sight of the Decepticon third in command. Blaster fire raining down in thick streams of red to knock mech after mech to the ground, each looking to see if they could find the navy and white mech before something terribly bad happened.

Perceptor had heard the call, absently filing away the message. He and Bluestreak were far enough back that they shouldn't have to worry about Soundwave. There were other bots doing more damage, and who were more important besides, Perceptor focused again on shooting.

Point, aim, shoot.

Point, aim, shoot.

Point, Soundwave?

Soundwave. Soundwave?

The mech was close, far too close for Perceptor's comfort. He tried to radio the others, but the channels were predictably scrambled and he couldn't get through. Panic beginning to set in as he scrambled back away, trying to calculate a route that would get him past the navy mech and back to the relative safety of the group.

But for each move Perceptor made, Soundwave countered. His cassettes popping up to block his path when he made progress, until Perceptor was cornered before he even realized it. Backed up against a rock face, gun hand trembling as he raised it for a last stand. Not even getting a shot off before tentacles flew from Soundwave's frame to knock it from his fingers. Pinning his arms and legs to the rock and moving in closer all the while.

"I-I...I won't tell you anything Decepticon!"

Soundwave moved in until he was pressed against the microscope's front. Hands braced against the rock on either side of the red helm as he leaned in, Perceptor turning his head to get as far away as the unyielding surface behind him would allow.

"Soundwave: Uninterested in Autobot secrets."

Another tentacle came up and rubbed over Perceptor's valve panel, so bold that he squawked and tried to clench his knees together, anything to get away from the touch.

"NO! P-p-please! No!"

The white facemask separated to reveal a smirk, visor coming up to show blood red optics, darkened in what Perceptor really didn't want to admit was arousal. The tentacles on his legs and arms picking him up and throwing him over another rock, aft presented to the tape deck. His limbs once again immobilized as he tried to fight, tried to get away from his attacker.

"Autobot: Will be screaming for more. Rescue: Will become unneeded."

A sob, and Perceptor turned his head away, unwilling to look at what was happening. Vents catching uncontrollably as the back of his thighs were grasped, more tentacles rubbing, caressing the struts and plating of his back, his aft. Prying open his interface panel, the tips digging into the seams until it buckled enough that Soundwave could grasp it, ripping it off in a single motion that had Perceptor wailing in pain.

"Monster! I'll never want anything from you!"

He felt denta bite the plating of his aft, and one tendril slip into his valve. Prodding the walls as it moved to brush the very top of Perceptor's channel, deliberately pressing against the ceiling node.

Perceptor felt a rush of heat to his groin and wailed even louder, sobs and whimpers coming from his vocalizer in stereo as he pleaded with Soundwave. His noises becoming muffled as a thick tentacle stuffed itself past his lip components, down his intake tubing and into his fuel tank. The end scraping lightly at the exit sealing rings that sent it into the many lines throughout his body, sending shivers and causing him to convulse against the sensations.

He bit at the cord, grinding his denta down against it as it rotated. Muffled cries and sounds the only thing that came from his mouth as he tried to struggle out of Soundwave's hold. A second tentacle pressing into his valve beside the first, the two twining together, spiraling like a drill first one way, then the other. Perceptor jerking and venting heavily as he pleaded with his voice, with his mind, for Soundwave to stop, to let him go.

Again and again the ever changing shape of the tips pushed and prodded against his valve, lubricant flowing, dripping out from him in a continuous, steady stream, that fell with a plop against the metal of Soundwave's pede. Perceptor losing track of time as a third shoved in and he felt the flexible rim of his valve tear. A sob pushing past the tentacle still in his mouth, turning into a scream as Soundwave pulled outward, shoving a fourth down the middle of the other three to slam against the top, energon mixing with lubricant as a loud ripping noise rang out into the air. Not pausing once in his intensity, hands gripping just under his arm joints, cracking the metal as fingers dug relentlessly into the flimsy armor.

"Autobots: Have no idea where Perceptor is. Perceptor: Is Soundwave's."

Another wail tried to make its way out of Perceptor's mouth, his leg hydraulics pressurizing, trying to fire, trying to push him away from the rock, away from Soundwave. Anything to get him away from the pain, the mech, to find another Autobot before he was offlined. The cords holding his legs lifted and jerked, pulling them until the hinge joints were straining, starting to bend the wrong way from the pressure.

Perceptor's tanks tried to purge, energon forcing its way past the tentacle still in his intake tube to spatter on the rock he was pressed against, the half processed liquid dripping from his mouth in a pink stream that spread over everything. The tip still scraping around his tank finally moulding a point and spearing the outtake seal, energon seeping past the puncture hole to drip into Perceptor's systems, out through the cracks in his armor to pool with the mess under him. Smearing over the rock, and Soundwave as he was jostled and thrust into, the tentacles never stopping their painful movement.

The cord in his mouth retracted, pulling unrepentantly against the clenching intake valve, grabbing one of the four separate quarters and pulling it as Soundwave left Perceptor's tank, tearing a strip of intake tubing the whole way up to his mouth. Hands coming up and forcing his mouth to stay open as Soundwave flicked the pink stained rubber away, coming back to trace his glossa lightly.

The red mech's optics were rolling in their sockets, frame both limp and taught at the same time, convulsions wracking his armor, making the light plates clank together as his processor tried to shut down as many non essential systems as possible. A deft roll of the cord in his mouth, then Perceptor's vents stopped as his glossa was ripped from the malleable metal. Helm flying back as his systems went into shock, body locked in a perpetual arched position, fingers scrabbling for something, anything to hold on to to keep him grounded and finding nothing but rock and air. Not even feeling when his spike panel was ripped off and held to the side, spike pulled forcefully from its housing and Soundwave's hands abandoned Perceptor's mouth to grasp it, the tentacle holding the glossa rolling it, thinning it out. Spike held straight as he began to push the glossa into the tip, his hands steady as he shoved it into the transfluid channel. The much-too-large piece of metal ripping and tearing the head of the spike, though Soundwave didn't stop pushing until it was nearly all the way in. Shoving the spike back in its housing and crimping the edges to make it stay there.

Finally pulling his tentacles out of Perceptor and letting the scientist slide to the ground, his own spike pressurising into his hand, a few short strokes before he came. Shooting transfluid over Perceptor with a satisfying splat. Hand grabbing the unseeing helm and hauling the bot up by it, looking him in dim optics before dropping him back to the ground.

"Autobots: Will never win."

Soundwave shook his tentacles, walking away even as they returned to their place in his frame. Leaving Perceptor partially propped against the rock, bleeding his precious energon into the desert sand.