Fortunately Soundwave has finally managed to shut off the offending process. He needn't be thinking about kissing anyone other than Ravage (not Loki, nor Jazz either), not when he's finally accomplished the lifelong, and far more emotionally important, goal of getting Ravage all to himself. It's also confusing to him, since when he was organic himself, he found the prospect of organic sex grossly unappealing. But then, he didn't have his telepathy properly working under that spell, and that's always been a huge part of his attractions.
"Loki," he says, with amusement, "the mask is adaptive technology. It's not a part of me, nor is it part of him. Most people only wear them during battle, or when there's some kind of airborne infection about. He wears one all the time, like I do, and has done, since the four of us were an item. I think at one point he meant it as solidarity, or so that I wouldn't feel odd about it, although I never actually did feel odd about it, because unless I'm eating or drinking, or kissing or making love, it makes me more comfortable. And he still wears a helm crest that's only subtly different from mine. Megatron bought both of them from the same jeweller. He had just won a whole lot of money and paid for everything the three of us, Ravi included, had tried on and liked without telling us, and gave it all to us later. His accounts are all frozen now, or you'd already know how much he likes to give presents."
He glances at Ravage and drops to one knee, with an expression that somehow manages to be demure and thoroughly wicked all at the same time. "You should commission me a different one, Ravi-brightspark. After all, neither he nor I are in service to Megatron, now, and I am in service only to you. And perhaps we'll wear our wedding capes to the peace talks."
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"Loki," he says, with amusement, "the mask is adaptive technology. It's not a part of me, nor is it part of him. Most people only wear them during battle, or when there's some kind of airborne infection about. He wears one all the time, like I do, and has done, since the four of us were an item. I think at one point he meant it as solidarity, or so that I wouldn't feel odd about it, although I never actually did feel odd about it, because unless I'm eating or drinking, or kissing or making love, it makes me more comfortable. And he still wears a helm crest that's only subtly different from mine. Megatron bought both of them from the same jeweller. He had just won a whole lot of money and paid for everything the three of us, Ravi included, had tried on and liked without telling us, and gave it all to us later. His accounts are all frozen now, or you'd already know how much he likes to give presents."
He glances at Ravage and drops to one knee, with an expression that somehow manages to be demure and thoroughly wicked all at the same time. "You should commission me a different one, Ravi-brightspark. After all, neither he nor I are in service to Megatron, now, and I am in service only to you. And perhaps we'll wear our wedding capes to the peace talks."