He worshiped the silver mech as a great warrior, a fierce gladiator, and a charismatic leader. Yet at this point, Megatron tended to him so softly like he was dealing with something delicate and precious.
The feeling was so good to become the centre of Megatron’s attention.
Could his lord be a doting mate some day in the future? He couldn’t help but wondered.
“There is something I've been longing for a chance to tell you, all the time.” Megatron said, “But this isn’t a good timing and I finally decide to change my strategy.”
What? Soundwave’s spark was pounding. Did Megatron mean that——
[We have been fighting shoulder by shoulder for millions of years and you have never failed me or betrayed my trust. My old friend. I count on your skills, and enjoy your company. You make everything easy for me. I am always thinking about courting you as my mate. I am also planning to write some poems for you to win your affection. But... ]
[I find it’s not fair. I am a leader and you may feel obligated to obey if I really ask. Will you reject me if you don’t want me? How could I be sure that you accept me wouldn’t because of duty? I don’t want to force you into a relationship that you see it as a burden.]
Soundwave almost couldn’t hold back his ecstatic field as those thoughts radiated from Megatron’s processor. He was the one who had been chosen by Megatron himself and this fact made him extremely proud. But Megatron didn’t speak it loud so he managed not to show any sign of acknowledgment.
He just listened to his lord, silently.
“I am always a master of words. I know the power behind them. But this time, I will do it in another way. Because actions speak louder than words. Walk and see, Soundwave. Maybe one day you will know it and respond.” Megatron said.
He broke the embrace before gently laying the blue mech back down on the berth, keeping a proper distance between the two of them.
It was not too close but also not too far, comfortable for Soundwave. He would accept to do it in Megatron’s way. So he didn’t protest, yet he extended one of his tentacles to wrap around Megatron’s arm, less tentatively than before, and Megatron let him.
“You must rest. Now recharge.” Megatron commanded.
Soundwave closed his optics and obeyed willingly. It had never occurred to him that being punished is a blessing in disguise.
He felt drowsy and satisfied with Megatron’s calm field, full of fondness and caring. Then he let himself slide into recharge happily, because he knew tomorrow would be another promising day.
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