A/N: This is what I get for reading the kinkmeme request . . . I don't do fills but I do take ideas. And this is what I did instead of working on Weight of the World. Shame on me. :P

"He's still out."

"Are you sure?"

Something clanged, barely registering as I lay immobile in what I hoped was the medical bay. I tried to online my optics and received no feedback.

"See, told ya'."

"Com'mon 'Sides, you sure you want to do this? I mean we did just get out of the brig an orn ago for that last prank . . ."

"And miss this chance to torment the one mech who torments us more than anyone?"

"Well . . . When you put it that way."

What in the name of Primus was going on? If these two idiots thought they could get away with whatever it was they had in mind, they were in for a world of hurt. Though I couldn't figure out why I was immobile. Systems check revealed nothing more than a medically administered sedative. Sedative? Why? Had something happened.

"Check this out Sunny."

There was a tug on one of my door wings as someone gripped it. The sedative did nothing for the sudden flare of pain that shot through my sensor net. Had I been damaged? That was the only explanation. Something starting beeping to my right.

"Scrap! Hurry it up Sideswipe!"

"Just give me a sec."

It disturbed me that I couldn't feel what he was doing. My processor had already ran through several simulations of what he might be doing, but this was Sideswipe and I honestly had no idea. My only other option was to consider my impending retribution.

"What the slag are you two doing in here! Get away from him this instant!" There was a clatter and the sound of running feet. "Those two . . . I swear some days I want to offline them myself."

After a few moments full awareness began to return. Opening my optics I looked around, realizing I was face down on a medical berth.

"Ratchet?"

"Conscious? Good. How are you feeling?"

"What am I doing here?"

"You don't remember?"

I went to push myself up and nearly overbalanced. Ratchet steadied me, a hand on my arm.

"Take it easy. You got shot while on patrol. Your right door wing took the brunt of the damage. I repaired it, but its going to be very sensitive for an orn or two."

I swung my legs over the side of the berth and took stock of the damage. Now that I could access all of my programming the memories came flooding back. "Where is Smokescreen?"

"He's fine. He just had a mesh wound."

"May I go now?"

Ratchet vented forcefully. "Yes, but no strenuous activity. If the pain gets worse or anything seems off, comm me."

"Right."

Leaving the medical bay I headed to my office to see if I could track down the twins. They were supposed to be on monitor duty but a quick check with Red Alert showed they were not at their posts. No surprise there. Though it looked like a couple of others had taken them instead. At least they weren't leaving the base open to attack. Now to find where they were.

As I went to stand a sudden dizziness overcame me. Grabbing the edge of the desk before I could fall in the floor, I ran a quick scan. Something was interfering with my internal stabilizer and seemed to be localized in my door wings. Well if one was damaged that might not be out of the realm of possibility. Sinking back down into my chair I debated whether to call Ratchet. No, not for something this simple. I could work from my desk. The twins could wait. Let them have time to wonder what punishment they might be facing.

After several orn of going through reports a low energy alert started pinging. Maybe it was time for a break and some energon. Thankfully at this hour the refueling room as nearly empty. Nearly, I stopped in my tracks as I spotted Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

"You."

"Us?" Sunstreaker cocked his helm to the side smirking at me.

"You came to the medical bay earlier. Did you think I was-was . . ." I blinked trying to ascertain the strange sensation spreading through my frame.

"Think you were what, Prowl?"

Gathering my scattered thoughts I gritted my denta. This must be part of their so-called revenge. "I was not unaware of your visit."

"Scrap . . . He's got us Sides." Sunstreaker glanced over at his brother, both of them grinning.

"He does, doesn't he." Sideswipe was playing with a device on the table. He looked me in the optics as he held it up and pressed a button.

The strange sensation intensified to the point my knees threatened to buckle. It seemed to come from both my door wings and . . . my interface array, specifically my main port?

"What-what did you do?"

"Listen to that Sunny, he seems a bit breathless. Still hurting Prowl? Need to take a seat."

Forcing myself upright, I glared at the pair of them. "When I find out what you've done-ah!"

I had to grab the chair in front of me to keep from ending up on the floor. This was not happening. They would not be so audacious, so brazen as to assault a high ranking officer like this. It definitely felt like an assault, all my systems approaching red line the longer the sensation went on. I had never in my life felt anything close to it. It was nearly painful but also-not. I didn't know how to compute such a sensation.

"I think we made him glitch." Sunstreaker was laughing.

They were going to pay for vorn for this. I was not Red Alert, and I was not going to take this. I needed to get out of the room, maybe Ratchet could fix whatever they had done to me. I barely made it two steps toward the door before a new sensation wracked my frame. Heat was building to nearly intolerable levels at an alarming rate. What was going on? I couldn't move, my joints locking up. The door to the room decided to open just then. I was sure my optics were the widest they'd ever been as I watched Jazz saunter in. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or mortified to see him. I slowly turned my head to look at the twins, they just leered at me. I made a mistake of opening my mouth to yell at them just as a pulse of pure energy jolted through my systems. It didn't hurt, it was the exact opposite. All that came out was a soft whine as I shuddered.

"Yo Prowl, you feelin' okay."

I didn't dare look up. "Fine."

I flinched as Jazz placed a servo on my arm. "You are burning up Prowl. Are you sure you're alright? I heard you just got out of med bay . . . Maybe we should contact Ratchet."

"I am fine. Just need some energon." I managed. There had to be a way out of this, though as long as Sideswipe was controlling whatever was affecting me it might be difficult.

"Lets get you some then." Well meaning, Jazz turned me back toward the dispensers. My door wing brushed his shoulder and I barely bit back the cry, it came out as a muffled yelp. Too sensitive! Tingles were running over my mesh like static.

"Oh scrap, I'm sorry Prowl, that the injured one isn't it?"

Just the feel of Jazz reaching up, his EM field brushing against mine was enough to set off another bout of intensifying tingles that seem to originate from and migrate back to my interface array. I jerked away from him and stumbled into a table. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe started laughing.

"I don't think that's what's wrong with him, Jazz."

"Prowl?"

I waved him away and shoved myself up. "I'm going to my chambers."

I couldn't remember I time when I had ever been so humiliated. The last thing I need was for the one mech I considered a friend to realize what the twins had done. I still wasn't entirely sure what they had done, but in the safety of my own chambers I would have time to puzzle it out. Hopefully getting some distance between Sideswipe and myself would help as well. I was doing to turn him into pieces too small to feed a scraplet after this.

"Whoa there Prowl." Sunstreaker was suddenly blocking my way, he grinned down at me. "If there is something wrong you should go to Ratchet."

"I will be fi-ah!" Sunstreaker caught me under the arms as my knees buckled. That surge had been even stronger and to my horror I felt the panel for my main port retract.

"Let me go this instant!"

"Sure whatever."

I really should be more careful of my wording around the twin. I landed hard on my aft.

"Sunny! What the slag!" Jazz was at my side in an instant. "Com'mon Prowl."

"What did you do! You slaggers! What did you do-" I suddenly couldn't speak, my whole frame locking up as the small surges gained intensity. I was shaking so hard I could hear my armor clattering against Jazz.

"Slow it down Sides, he's gonna overload too soon."

"I thought that was the whole point."

Jazz propped me up which seemed to make things worse. "Alright you two, spill it. What did you do to him?"

"We're just trying to get him to relax. He's always so uptight and he's been after us every orn for one thing or another and we're tired of it."

"So when we found out he was drugged up in med bay we decided to play a prank on him."

"This doesn't seem like a simple prank guys."

"Well for most mechs it would be, but how were we to know the uptight glitch had never used his interface equipment before." Sideswipe didn't sound very contrite, more amused.

"What did you do?" I'd never heard Jazz use that tone of command with the twins, or anyone really.

"We put a stimulator in his port and on his door wings." The way Sunstreaker said it made it sound as if it was the most innocuous thing in the world.

"I'm going to offline you both!" I managed through gritted denta.

"Oh please, you'll thank us later."

"Maybe I'll offline you for him." Jazz growled.

"Hey, don't act like it hasn't crossed your mind to do something like this to him too, Jazz. We've seen the way you watch him when he's not looking."

I jerked my head around to look at Sideswipe who was still seated at the table. He smiled and waved the device at me. Everything disappeared in a haze of overwhelming sensation. I was dying. That was the only thing I could think. Jazz was calling my name and someone was making odd noises.

"Now you can't tell me that's not hot to watch."

"This is not how you treat your commanding officer."

"We should have done this sooner. He's kinda cute like that."

"I will kill you both while you recharge." I onlined my optics, not sure when they'd gone offline. Tingles were still racing over my frame but without the intensity of earlier. Now it was just a nice buzzing feeling. NO! Not nice! If they told anyone about this I would never live it down. Of all the pranks to pull on me why would they do this? A hand caressed the side of my face, startling me.

"Hey, it's okay. It's just me."

I forced myself away from Jazz's embrace and lunged for Sunstreaker. Instead of fighting back he wrapped his arms around me, effectively pinning me.

"Let me go so I can kill you." I growled.

"I never listen to your orders so what makes you think I'm going to start now. Sides, you want to take it off him?"

"Hold him still."

"Either of you hurt him and I'll-"

"We got this Jazz, we just wanted a bit of fun."

"Get your filthy servos off me-scrap!" I yelped as Sideswipe's servos found my open panel and pushed into the array. My internal fans were already going but now they kicked up another notch. "St-stop!"

"Can't. Gotta get it out or it'll drive you crazy all orn."

His fingers brushed over some particularly sensitive nodes and I squirmed in Sunstreakers grip. How had things ended up like this, with Sunstreaker knuckles deep in my interface array. It was beyond humiliating, I wanted to go curl up and die somewhere quiet and dark. "I'll have Ratchet, just stop touching me."

"Hmm, I can't seem to reach it. All his squirming may have worked it deeper."

"Fine! Let me go! I'll go to Ratchet." I didn't like how panicked I sounded.

"I'll get it."

My optics widened in shock at the sound of Jazz's voice. "J-Jazz . . .?"

"Just relax Prowler. From the looks of it your interface array is practically brand new, its no wonder Sides can't get his big fingers in there."

Mortified that not only was my ultimate debasement being witness by Sideswipe and Sunstreaker but also my best friend. Burying my face against Sunstreaker's chest I tried to hide the hitch in my vents.

"I think we broke him . . ." Sunstreaker tightened his arms around me for a moment.

A soft touch along my back strut had me tensing. It wasn't Sideswipe so that meant it had to be Jazz. Primus please just let me die and go to the Well now. It would be less painful.

"Maybe we should go somewhere more private. I don't want just anyone walking in on him like this."

Sunstreaker responded by bodily picking me up and slinging me over his shoulder. He managed to promptly smack both my door wings into the door frame. The yelp it tore from me was very unbecoming an officer of my rank.

"Dammit Sunny! Watch what you are doing!"

Somehow we made it down the hall and to Jazz's office without further incident. I was beginning to ache, even though the surges of sensation were gone. My array felt like it was on fire. Sunstreaker dumped me on Jazz's desk among all the clutter there. I tried to get back up only to have him push me back down. Jazz leaned down over me.

"Stay still Prowl. If it gets too deep you really will have to go to Ratchet. There is a reason those things are only supposed to be used on willing mechs who know how to use them properly."

I turned to look at the twins. "If you breath a word of this-"

"How 'bout this Prowl. You don't punish us for doing it and we won't say anything to anyone."

I realized that was exactly what they'd been aiming for from the beginning. If I punished them they would tell everyone about the incident. Unbidden my processor came up with several hundred ways the other mechs at the base could use this information against me.

"Fine." I shivered as Jazz's servo inadvertently caressed my inner thigh. At least I hoped it was inadvertent.

"Alright, you 'eard him. Get out."

"Sure thing Jazz."

"Take good care of him."

I would have made a retort but Jazz chose that moment to run his servos over the outside of my array.

"I will." Jazz purred.

The door slid shut and Jazz muttered a lockout code. We were now effectively locked in the room. He gently grabbed my hip actuators and pulled me to the edge of the desk before pushing my legs back. I had never felt so exposed or helpless.

"Jazz?"

"Just relax Prowl. Your array is . . . Rather tight. Were they right?"

"About?" I forced myself to relax as much as I could with my best friend pawing at the most intimate part of myself outside of my processor.

"You never having used your cables or ports?"

I leaned up to look at him. "How long have we known each other Jazz?"

"Oh a few hundred vorn . . . Oh. No wonder this all looks so pristine."

"Please stop commenting on my body."

He chuckled. "You do have an nice set of cables here. Your main port has got to be aching with all the stimulation."

"How did you know?"

Jazz raised an optic ridge. "And how long have we known each other?"

"Oh, nevermind, can you just hurry up please. I think I've filled my humiliation quota for the vorn."

Again there was a soft chuckle that did something to my spark and port at the same time. How was that possible? I shivered gripping the edges of the desk as deft fingers entered my port.

"At least they put it in the main port and left your cables alone. I've never used one of these but they can drive a mech into stasis from repeated overloads." He grunted softly. "There it is. It did manage work it's way deeper. Not sure why they didn't use the one with the wire."

"You are enjoying this . . ."

"Immensely."

"Jazz!"

"Oh com'mon Prowl, you have to admit it was a pretty well thought out prank that didn't hurt anyone. Well except your pride."

I scowled at him then let my helm fall back to thud against the desk. "Just hurry up, I ache all over."

He twisted his fingers and I nearly came up off the desk. "Jazz!"

"Yeah, still a bit sensitive I see."

"Slag it Jazz! Stop enjoying yourself and help me!"

"Maybe you should try and enjoy yourself while I help you, Prowl."

"I am not interested."

He grunted and removed his fingers. "I think I see why the twins chose this as their prank."

"Did you get it? Is it out?"

"It's out, but there is still the one on your door wing."

He helped me sit up. My hips were aching to match the ache in my port. I could feel my door wings twitch as Jazz touched them.

"Be careful!"

"Seriously Prowl? You are more worried about your door wings than your interface array?"

"I don't use it, them I do."

"Really . . . maybe we should change that."

"Wh-what?" I stared at Jazz, incredulous. "You cannot mean that."

He came back around the desk to face me. "Why can't I Prowler? Of all the things I've ever said to you, when did I not mean them?"

"I-I don't know . . . don't do this to me right now, I can't handle it."

"You can't handle the fact that I think you are the most attractive mech I've ever met and I've waited vorn for you to loosen up enough so I could tell you without getting slugged in the face."

I had nothing to say to that. I wasn't even sure I could process it properly.

"Prowl . . . you aren't going to glitch on me are you?

If a proposal from my one and only friend to interface didn't make me glitch then I wasn't sure what would.

"Slag it Prowl . . . I've waited for vorn to be able to touch you in any way but this wasn't how I wanted to have had it happen."

I nearly flinched away as he reached up to touch my face, his thumb running just under my optic. "Talk to me Prowl. I won't do anything you don't want me to."

How was I supposed to tell him? He'd been the first and only mech I'd ever found myself drawn too. Dare I say, attracted to. But did I want to pursue this new aspect of our relationship? I had been happy as we were. I knew now that was because I'd never realized there could be more. My processor was aching with the overload of trying to come to the right decision.

Jazz vented softly. "This is too much isn't it. You've never even touched yourself, let alone had your array stimulated so forcefully. It wasn't fair of them and I will be dealing with them. Prime will now that they assaulted-"

"No!" I startled myself. "Please Jazz . . . I don't want anyone to know. Its bad enough they do."

I lowered my gaze unable to continue looking into the soft blue of his visor. "I'm going to go clean up."

I felt unwell now. Like coming down after a battle high, trembling, roiling fuel tank, weak limbs, confused processor. All of it was too much to take right now. I wasn't sure I could face anyone at the moment. So much for my reknowned stoicism. Give me one good overload and I'm ready to crack like an exposed motherboard. Just thinking about it now disgusted me. They'd watched me overload and thought it was cute. Cute! Any respect I might have grudgingly gained from them was gone like so much vapor. I made it off the desk though most of the stuff came with me.

"Sorry."

"I've got it. Want me to walk you to your hab suite?"

"No, thank you. I'll be fine."

Just before the door closed behind me I heard Jazz. "Yeah sure. Fine my aft."