They had missed this ecstasy.
In the Pits, Soundwave had been as much a novelty for his data cables as Sunstreaker and Sideswipe had been for being twins. They were fetishized, used, bought and sold even. Until they all three gained enough fame, power, and skill to defy all but the most well-connected patrons.
Though rumor had it Soundwave had once defied a Senator and said political figure hadn’t dared say otherwise.
They’d been drawn to one another, like calling to like. The twins saw in Soundwave another outlier, another outcast. For all that Soundwave stood at the side of the great Megatronus, he was alone. For everyone knew who Megatronus truly had optics for.
Together, all three soon learned there was no greater ecstasy than acceptance. Together, they were no mere novelties and toys for amusement.
Together, they mattered.
Even when the war separated them, quiet moments were stolen. Faction badges were set aside as were responsibilities.
They moved together – Soundwave pressed between two near-matching frames, their sparks echoing back and forth while he was caught in the middle. His spark throbbed to match the beat, until he felt he was a part of them.
And he returned the favor.
He wrapped them in his cables, kept their frames close to his, and sank his manipulators into their ports. Charge and data crackled through their lines in a blazing bolt of need, as liquid heat seared their systems. He joined their pleasure, all three blending until they pulsed as one.
It was blinding ecstasy and all three soaked it in for as long as they could.
Acceptance. Belonging. One fed into the other, and for a single, blissful moment, they knew peace.