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Bonding
He could feel it always calling him. It was warm and bright and oh so perfect. . . His other half. The one his spark yearned to call his own. Soundwave.
He should've seen this coming. The attraction had been too strong. Their actions rash and illogical. He should've stopped it, but nothing had ever felt so right and perfect before. He wanted so badly to answer the call. To become one with the one who owned his spark. But he couldn't do that. No matter how hard it was to deny himself perfection.
Today he almost fell to temptation. As he and his lover laid, energy fields spiking, frames trembling and hands going over their most sensitive areas and circuitry, he could not deny the call anymore.
All he needed to do was move until both their sparks were as close as they could be and open the spark chambers. The rest would happen on its own. He would really have a claim over the blue mech. A stronger and more profound claim than Megatron could have over his lover.
He could've gotten away with it too. Soundwave's telepathic abilities were virtually nonexistent during interfacing. The Communications Officer simply could not concentrate on the thoughts bombarding his mind while writhing and moaning under the saboteur's ministrations. The problem would be afterwards, when Soundwave discovered he'd been tricked. Jazz figured they'd gotten over more difficult problems.
He could've gotten away with it. They were as close as they could be. His hands were just where they needed to be. All he had left to do was open the chamber. Too bad he couldn't do it. . .
He didn't wanted to take advantage of the Con. He wanted their bond to be mutual. He wanted Soundwave to need him as much as he needed the slagging Con. He wanted Soundwave to love him back.
'Did he even feel the call?'
Jazz turned from his post in the Ark. They had just left in search of a way to end the energy crisis that was affecting their planet. Jazz hoped they finished early this time. Only two vorns and a half had passed, but he already missed Soundwave. He only hoped that next time they could see each other his control didn't falter.
His visor lit up. The first thing he wanted to do was throttle Primus. If this was the Matrix, it was extremely overrated. Everything hurt like the Pit and it looked like the Ark's medbay.
"Hey."
"Bumblebee? Ya got slagged too?"
"What the… Jazz you're not dead, you know?"
"I'm not? Could've fooled me!"
"It was close, but I found you."
"Thanks double B, I'll try not t' get pushed over a cliff any time soon."
"Haha, very funny, Jazzy."
"Sunny. Leave."
"Make me."
"I'll go with him. Haven't had any energon for a couple of days. Want some?
"Yeah. Thanks."
"We'll talk later, Jazz."
"Later!"
He watched as Bumblebee marched out of the room with Sunny's hands firmly attached to him. The sight of the enormous mech being led by the tiny minibot even funnier.
Jazz laughed and joked as much as his condition allowed. He'd destroyed the datapad as soon as he came online. Soundwave had shot him. His lover . . . ex-lover. . . had tried to kill him. Would've killed Jazz in a matter of seconds if he'd really wanted.
'How can I get ya back, when it was me that drove ya away?'
And still he could feel the thrum of perfection waiting for the time it could be released. Too bad it would never come. . . A Decepticon and an Autobot: Preposterous!