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Warning: slash

(time skip)

Anniversary

To anybody that entered the Control Room, Soundwave appeared to be busy writing the translations of different transmissions in datapads. Only a handful of Cons knew that he wasn't as engrossed in work as he appeared to be. Thankfully, that handful was composed of his faithful Cassetticons. They knew better than to betray their boss; even when they didn't always understood the reasoning behind his actions.

His distraction was caused by that infuriating Autobot and his foolish cultural embracement. Never in their vorns of sporadically seeing each other had the saboteur acted as idiotic as he had been acting since they came online on Earth.

Earth… How could such a backwater planet be the key to finally ending this war was beyond his comprehension. Still, the place had even become important to him on a personal level. He and Jazz had never before been able to see each other as frequently as in Earth. The extra time together had made them learn more things from each other, not all of it acceptable to the other. But somehow, they always got over their differences and found their way back together. He was sure he's seen Jazz more times in four human years than in all the many years of their little trysts together.

Trysts… A word he now can't use for his thing with the Autobot. Before tryst, the word had been amusement. Only Jazz had worked his way from amusement into tryst and, since living on Earth, from tryst into actual partner. The major part of him was still uncomfortable with the Autobot as a lover, but he had admitted to himself that the silly thing was important to him. Unfortunately for him, having an Autobot partner meant he had to sometime show some sort of affection, besides their mutual physical encounters.

It started with simple things. A small request not worth refusing. Making Jazz go online before leaving so the Autobot could tell him good-bye. Staying a little longer than he had planned. Even physical contact not aimed towards more pleasurable activities contented Jazz. Soundwave had slowly, very slowly, begun to do these things to keep the silly little glitch happy.

His problem now was that now that rusted pile of junk wanted more. He hadn't outright told him that. He just conveniently mentioned it and Soundwave had dug into his mind to see that the slagging bastard had wanted to do that anyways.

He called it 'anniversary'. A human celebration where a bonded pair exchanged expensive material things with each other to show their connection to the other humans. Jazz thought it was a great thing to do to celebrate the day they saw each other for the first time on Earth, even though they weren't bonded. Soundwave thought that the flesh creatures had too much time on their hands, despite their short life spans, to be able to make something as easy as bonding so complicated.

Now the Communications Officer was debating whether to give in and make the little pest happy or ignore it. He already knew Jazz would give him something. The Bot had been impossible to contact in the last two weeks and Soundwave knew the black and white mech only did that when he had something important on his mind he wanted to keep secret. Since his Cassetticons had told him the Autobots were still recuperating from their last fight, the blue mech knew Jazz was avoiding him to keep his idiotic present a surprise.

Soundwave finished with the data pad, studying it longer than usual before sending it to Megatron for further study and going back to his translations.

He could just see the disappointment on the other mech's face when he realized there was no gift for him. The last thing he needed was an overemotional Autobot mad at him when he wanted to do other things. His visor flashed in annoyance, he would have to give something to his foolish little Bot. Those around him chalked the sudden reaction to a problem with his translations.

Humans and their stupid ideas. Why does Jazz insist on acting like them?

(A week later)

Jazz arrived to the Ark extremely happy. Especially for the condition he was in. Half the Ark thought he had been attacked by the Decepticons, but the smiling Jazz had told them not to worry before being dragged away by Ratchet to get fixed.

That had been one of his best encounters with his lover. He had gone to their meeting place with only a couple of cans of that special wax Sunstreaker uses to give as a gift. He also carried a couple of high grade energon for a little festive drinking. He wasn't really expecting Soundwave to reciprocate the gesture. He was pleasantly surprised when the Decepticon had dumped a parcel on his hands and he found himself being the proud owner of various hard disks of cybertronian music. After that… well, he still felt like he was floating.

Humans had the greatest ideas sometimes. Anniversaries were sure fun.