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Transformers: Energon City

Cassette 6: Universal Ethical Principles

“In Stage six (universal ethical principles driven), moral reasoning is based on abstract reasoning using universal ethical principles. Laws are valid only insofar as they are grounded in justice, and that a commitment to justice carries with it an obligation to disobey unjust laws. Rights are unnecessary as social contracts are not essential for moral action. Decisions are not met hypothetically in a conditional way but rather categorically in an absolute way.” –Kohlberg

Soundwave stared through the thin gap between the closed closet doors. Barricade had shut him in here before leaving the bedroom. Soundwave tried to remain as silent and motionless as possible. The clothing around him smelled of Barricade, and Soundwave had no choice but to worry. Soundwave could only assume that Megatron was on the other side of their front door, and Barricade assumed the same. The cop was walking toward the door like an inmate on way to execution. He had an automatic pistol tucked between his back and the waistband of his recently donned jeans.

Barricade found himself at the end of the hall. There would be no more hesitation. He placed his hand on the knob, and closed his eyes. With his wounded leg, there would be no chance of escape. If Megatron meant business, he would have to be prepared to fight. He turned the knob, pulled, and opened his eyes.

***

Terry listened closely to the radio call. That address sounded so familiar, but why? He searched the crevices of his mind, and then it clicked. Harnell. It was Harnell’s place.

“Holy shit.” Terry grabbed the radio mic, and spoke quickly. “This is dispatch, we have gunshots fired at 918 North. It’s an officer’s residence. Repeat, gunshots fired at an officer’s home. All units respond!”

***

Soundwave bolted from the closet, forgetting his early promise to remain hidden. The floor was wet from the bath, and Soundwave’s bare feet slid on the hardwood floor. He fell into the hallway, dazedly lifting his head. Barricade lay on the floor, huddled in pain. Megatron’s silhouette filled the doorway, flanked by two thugs. One of the thugs aimed his pistol at Soundwave, but even injured, Barricade was faster. Three blasts escaped the downed officer’s gun, and one of the thugs met the carpet outside. Megatron strode quickly into the room, and kicked the automatic weapon from Barricade’s hand. It flew past Soundwave’s head and out of sight. The gangster entwined one powerful hand in Soundwave’s hair, and dragged the boy toward the doorway. Soundwave shrieked, clawing at the surrounding walls.

The sound of sirens grew steadily louder, but they would never make it in time. Soundwave was pulled from the apartment, screaming with despair. Barricade sat up, fighting the thick fog in his mind, trying to stand, to fight. The remaining thug stepped into the light of the hallway. His bulky frame stood over Barricade, a hideous smirk on his face.

“Looks like you lost this one, officer.” The thug laughed. The sirens grew louder, and Megatron called from the hallway.

“Hurry it up, Ironhide, finish him.” Megatron’s words were punctuated by a loud scream from Soundwave.

“No! Please! No!” Ironhide stepped back, and delivered a swift kick to Barricade’s head. The officer fell, silent.

Soundwave was thrown into the back of a large sedan; Ironhide sat next to him, shoving a wad of cloth into his mouth. Megatron slid into the driver’s seat. The car peeled out of the parking lot, hitting the highway long before the first cops arrived on the scene.

***

Three months later, Soundwave was staring out the window of his room. The world outside was gray; the only sound was raindrops pattering on the dirty glass. The room was bare, furnished by only a mattress and a single lamp. Being locked in this room forced Soundwave to reminisce on his first weeks in the city. His life had gone full circle, and he found that to be strangely comforting. He had heard, mostly from hasty conversations on the other side of his bedroom door, that Barricade was still alive. Ironhide had been kicked out of the operation due to his incompetence at murder, and the shitty old house was now occupied by Soundwave and Megatron alone. They were a few miles outside of town, on the far side of a small lake. He had been piecing an escape plan together, and now that Megatron was alone, it had gotten a lot easier. As if conjured by the thought, Soundwave heard Megatron approach his door. His captor fumbled with the lock, finally swinging the heavy door open.

“We need to talk, Soundwave.” Megatron pulled a small folding chair into the room and sat down. “I can’t have us remain enemies. It doesn’t suit me.”

“Then you probably shouldn’t have kidnapped me.”

“That aside, I have been nothing short of hospitable toward you. I chose you for your talents, Soundwave, talents that Barricade would have ignored.”

“Don’t you dare say his name!” Soundwave shouted.

“Still worshipping the memory of your dead fuck, Soundwave?”

“I know he’s alive…” Soundwave immediately regretted admitting this knowledge, but it was already too late.

“So you do. So what? I already have that situation under control. I met with the good officer earlier this afternoon, and we have made an agreement. I should hope you would be so kind as to return to him the service he provided for you.” Soundwave was silent. “Barricade has agreed to help me in exchange for your safety. I have agreed to keep him alive in exchange for ownership of yourself. You belong to me now. As long as you follow my every word, he will not come to harm. You have my word, both as a gentleman, and a businessman.”

“And if I say ‘fuck you,’ and walk out the door?”

“That’s your choice, I won’t stop you. But Officer Harnell is currently being watched by two of my best men. At my word, he will be killed. If they don’t hear from me by midnight tonight, he will be killed. If he makes any movement toward this building, he will be killed. Most importantly, if he ever sees you again, he will be killed. Am I making the situation clear to you? Your freedom means his death.” Megatron paused, watching the boy for any body signals that he was breaking down. He was not disappointed. Soundwave had been near starved and alone for weeks. His will was weak.

As tears streamed down his face, Soundwave agreed to Megatron’s terms. He saw little choice, he was trapped. Over the next year, Megatron proved his trustworthiness. Soundwave’s door was never locked, and Barricade was not harmed. The two were able to see each other from afar, during occasional torturous moments in the city. Soundwave’s heart shattered every time he was within speaking distance of his love, and was unable to speak. He saw on Barricade’s face that he felt the same way. It would be another three years before Soundwave earned Megatron’s trust. And three years before they would have an opportunity to see each other again.

***

Twenty-five year old Soundwave stepped into the blinding sun. It was the first time he was being let out unwatched. He had been Megatron’s loyal lapdog for three years. He was in the city within minutes, and had reached his destination less than an hour after he left. Barricade’s patrol route was engrained in his mind; he timed shopping trips specifically to see his lover’s cruiser, to ensure that he was still safe. Soundwave strode confidently up to the corner phone booth, hoping that his appearance had changed enough that Megatron’s thugs wouldn’t recognize him.

***

Barricade picked up the receiver of his in-car radio.

“Unit six-four-three responding, call is right on my route, I’m a block away, over.”

“Copy that,” The staticky voice replied. “Caller claims to have been assaulted, just check it out and report back, over.”

“Copy.” Barricade dropped the mic and sped down the road. When he reached the phone booth, he turned on his lights, and pulled in close to the sidewalk. He recognized Soundwave immediately, even through the makeup. Barricade picked up on the plan silently, and went through the motions of a quick, on-scene interview. He slipped back into the car, and prepared to take Soundwave to the one place he knew they wouldn’t be followed.

“Dispatch, this is six-four-three.”

“Go ahead.”

“I’m taking the victim back to headquarters for an in-depth investigation.”

“Copy that.”

Barricade opened the passenger door and helped Soundwave into the cruiser, touching his skin for the first time in years. He got into the car and pulled into the street, leaving his flashers on. Sure enough, as the cruiser pulled into the garage, a white sedan that had been behind them turned left to circle the block until he re-emerged. Barricade shut off the lights and drove past dozens of rows of cars, finally parking in a seldom-traveled area, where he shut off the car.

“How did you get away from him?” Barricade asked.

“I didn’t, and we don’t have long. Take me now.”

The car was too confined, and Barricade was tired of hiding. He pulled Soundwave out of the car, into a nearby empty space. Their mouths locked as both men struggled to remove each other’s clothing. They were both careful not to make any unnecessary rips, constantly aware that their meeting could not be found out. Once he was stripped, Soundwave fell to his knees, licking the length of Barricade’s swollen cock. He pulled the shaft into his mouth, but Barricade pulled him away. The cop fell to his knees beside Soundwave.

“Remember, boy, we never have time for foreplay.” Soundwave smiled and kissed him. He turned around on the hard concrete, and lowered to all fours. The rough surface scraped his flesh, but the pain was ignored. Barricade knelt behind him, letting his tongue explore tender nerves. Soundwave groaned with pleasure, the first he had felt since leaving the apartment years ago. Barricade repositioned, and entered him. Soundwave did his best to hold back a scream. Barricade smiled at the choked noise, and leaned in slowly, letting his cock work its way in inch by inch.

Once Soundwave was filled, Barricade reached under him to grasp Soundwave’s cock. Barricade stroked his partner as he moved; thrusting with long, slow movements. It had been so long, he was afraid to hurt the youth. Soon, though, Soundwave was pushing back against him, grinding to feel the man in him more deeply. Barricade obliged, thrusting more forcefully, causing shrill cries to escape Soundwave’s clenched lips. Soundwave began to groan loudly, and precum lubricated Barricade’s grip. He looked back over his shoulder, to watch Barricade fuck him. Scars and gunshot wounds marked his defined stomach, permanent symbols of the price he had paid for love. Soundwave dropped his head, sweat dripping from his hair. His face flushed, and he bit his lip to hold back the shouts of his orgasm. His body shook as he came, and his arms gave out. He lay face down on the concrete, huffing loudly as his ass clenched on Barricade’s cock. The cop released Soundwave’s shaft, and moved his hands to the young man’s hips, supporting Soundwave’s weight. Soundwave lifted himself up, just to get his face off of the rough ground. Barricade resumed his thrusts. He felt his body tense, as fire grew in the base of his spine. The orgasm rushed over him, spreading goose bumps across his body as cum filled his lover.

Soundwave collapsed, rolling onto his back as Barricade stood. The youth’s eyes were closed, a cocked smile stretched across his face. He heard a car door open and looked toward the sound. Barricade was leaning on the door of his cruiser, his back to Soundwave.

“What are you doing? Is someone coming?”

“No. Ain’t no one coming. I’m just leaving.” Soundwave was confused.

“Well, let me get dressed, you can drop me off somewhere out of…”

“No.” Soundwave was silenced by Barricade’s abrupt answer. “You’re on your own now.”

“I don’t understand.” Barricade turned and looked at him; there was no sorrow on his face.

“What’s to understand, boy? I’m done with you.”

“Done?”

“You were a great fuck, kid, but you just ain’t worth the risk anymore. I can get a dozen boys younger than you any time I feel like it, why should I put my life on the line to fuck you?” Soundwave stood, tears in his eyes. He hastily pulled his tattered jeans on and backed toward the garage exit.

“Why?” He gasped sharply between phrases. “Why?! I fucking love you!”

“Maybe you should be more careful about that.” Barricade sat in the cruiser and pulled the door shut. He watched the rearview mirror as Soundwave’s shoulders fell. He turned and ran from the garage, shouldering past the passers-by outside. Barricade sighed. His head sank until his forehead rested on the cold leather steering wheel.

…

“I love you.” Barricade struggled to form his mouth into the words. He hadn’t said them many times.

“That’s not true.” Soundwave seemed hurt by Barricade’s admission. “Why did you need to bring Ravage home? Am I not enough?”

“The kid was for you!” Barricade pleaded, “I had no interest in him.”

“You fucked him as often as I did.”

“What has that got to do with anything? I love…”

“Then you shouldn’t need anyone else! Where have you been going all night for the past month? Why do you come home smelling like smoke and cologne?”

“I’ve been seeing someone about a business deal. Trust me, there is no sex involved. I didn’t tell you about it, because I didn’t want you to get involved with these people.” Soundwave seemed to settle a bit. Barricade knew he trusted him, and he also knew he wasn’t lying. “I swear to you, that I have not touched another man without you, and I swear that I never will.”

“Swear on my life.” Soundwave said, placing Barricade’s hand on his own heart.

“I swear.”

…

The End.
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