This time, Soundwave's excuse to leave Megatron's side was that the sentry posted outside might need some help. After all, there'd been an outbreak of Autobot activity in the last decacycle.
Shockwave stood stock still, guarding the doors to the Con's base, blaster poised at the ready. He truly played the part of the faithful guard dog.
He didn't turn to look when the doors hissed open to let Soundwave out into the cool night air. Only once the pseudo-medic/scientist stood before him did he move to glance down at the other mech.
All the tension left both of them when the weapon was lowered.
Soundwave reached up to caress the lone yellow bulb that acted as Shockwave's face. "We need to find a better way to do this. What if we are caught?"
Though his response, a sigh of air through his vents, was apathetic, Shockwave reached up to touch his bondmate's faceplate cover. "I know."
The metal mask slid away at his touch, revealing faceplates that were most like any others; and when the orange visor was removed, red optics shone brightly.
Soundwave moved forward to kiss the bright yellow bulb that could represent lips as well as his own battle mask and visor could represent a face. He could feel, in place of a hand, a servo ending in a weapon wrapping around his waist, as any normal servo would.
He could feel the illusion of Shockwave kissing back, soft lipplates and a warm glossa caressing and exploring his mouth.
Ignoring their general lack of privacy, Soundwave slipped his servo down to Shockwave's codpiece, silently asking for consent. The violet plating retracted, revealing his cable and his activated port.
Baring his own interfacing systems, Soundwave connected to his lover's port and allowed Shockwave to do the same.
The transfer of information, sweet memories, and raw energy commenced, bringing them as close to each other as possible.
Megatron watched the two mechs overload on the surveillance screens in front of his throne.
Starscream turned to face him. "Sir?"
"Leave them be. After all," he drew the seeker into his lap from his seat at the monitors, "We aren't that different, are we?"