A/N: Another de-anoned kink here because I was particularly pleased with it and I already had de-anoned it on LJ anyways. It's just a little one shot (2 chapters). Prowl (Because I love his character) and Bluestreak (my first time writing him). It's all G1. Contains D/s and a bit of pain play.

I hope you like it, it is just pretty much a bit of smexing with some plot! I have posted it as my next couple of updates to Losing Control and Shattered Glass maybe delayed by lack of computer!

Enjoy!

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New recruits, Prowl was not fond of new recruits. It rarely fell to him to induct them and make sure they settled in. It was eating up a lot of his solar cycle, one that could actually be spent doing more valuable work. Why Prime had requested him specifically he had no idea but Prowl trusted his Prime's reasoning as always.

He stood rigid on the platform waiting for the transport. He took a quick glance at the data pad. Only three new recruits this time.

The transport shuddered to a halt coming to rest on the platform. The three mechs filed out, looking a little overwhelmed. Prowl was absorbed in the data pad all but ignoring them until the din of the transport faded into the distance.

"Bumblebee step forward."

A small yellow mini-bot smiled up at Prowl.

"You're a scout?" Prowl asked taking a quick glance at the smaller mech.

"One of the best." He replied brightly.

Prowl nodded moving over to the next 'bot. "First Aid."

The 'bot stood to attention. "You're a trained medic?"

"Yes Sir."

"Hmmm Ratchet will be pleased."

"I get to work with Ratchet. You mean THE Ratchet?" He asked excitedly. Prowl quirked an orbital ridge.

"Indeed." The corner of his mouth pulled up slightly at First Aid's excitement. "Bluestreak step forward." Prowl glanced up and froze at the sight of the slightly smaller mech before him. His pale frame contrasted his red chevron and his doorwings fluttered subtly, nervous. Prowl realised he was staring.

"You're from Praxus?" He asked softly. Bluestreak nodded, his optics only glancing up once to take in the familiar sight of the fellow Praxian.

"It doesn't state your speciality."

"Oh..." A quiet, shy voice responded. "Well I'm a bit of everything Sir... I am a good sharp shooter and I can fly pretty much anything."

Prowl nodded curtly. "Good." He turned; his doorwings raised high on his back. "Welcome to the Ark. This ship will be your home for the next few stellar cycles. My name is Prowl; I am second in command to Prime and ship's tactician. I will also be organising your duty shifts and finding you suitable quarters. If you will all follow me please."

He led the way into the ark as its engines thrummed to life. His optics lingering a little longer on the pale blue mech called Bluestreak. As always Prime had a reason for everything he did.

****

It had been many stellar cycles since that first day. Prowl mused upon it as he observed Bluestreak and Bumblebee chatting animatedly in the rec room like old friends.

They had been stranded on Earth for a while now, for the most part they'd been welcomed by the humans, but Bluestreak on the other hand had tended to shy away, preferring the company of other 'bots such as Bumblebee or the twins.

It hadn't escaped Prowl's notice that the young mech was also meek and respectful when in the company of Prime, himself, Jazz and most of the senior officers, more so with himself. He frowned, it reminded him of someone he'd known long ago, someone he'd cared about deeply. They hadn't been bonded but Prowl had intended to ask before tragedy hit his home city of Praxus.

*flashback*

He'd been away from home for what seemed like an age. The mission had been a difficult and taxing one. He sighed his thoughts drifting to the one mech who would understand and be waiting for him. He allowed himself a small smile at the pleasant thought.

Suddenly the ship careened out of control. Spinning violently. Prowl managed to glance out of the window, his optics greeted by the sight of Praxus burning. Everything went black.

*End Flashback*

Prowl was shaken out his reverie by Bumblebee's voice. "Prowl didn't see you there." He smiled the yellow 'bot was always friendly. Prowl inclined his head slightly in acknowledgement before heading over.

His optics glanced at Bluestreak who had become quiet as he approached only daring to look at him from beneath his chevron. His doorwings had lowered and fluttered absently.

Prowl raised an optic ridge. 'He is so much like the one I knew.' He thought to himself.

"Did you want us Prowl?"

"Yes, Bluestreak."

The mech stiffened slightly not in fear or tension, merely nervous.

"I require your patrol logs."

The blue mech darted up. "I left them in my quarters." He waved to Bumblebee as he backed towards the exit. "I'll get them."

"I'll accompany you. It's on the way."

Bluestreak froze slightly startled. "Of course." He cast Prowl a small smile his face plates flushing with heat as he ducked his head and darted from the room. Prowl couldn't help but be vaguely amused by Bluestreak's obvious shyness around him.

****

Prowl slowed his pace to Bluestreak's quarters, forcing the 'bot to fall into step beside him; he had the urge to learn more about this young mech. "Did you live in Praxus long?"

Bluestreak stammered at the unexpected conversation from the usually very sombre Prowl. "I... uumm yeah..." He smiled. Hardly anyone ever asked about his home, fearing it may upset him. "Lived there all my life. I liked it there, was glad they decided to remain neutral when the war started, not that it did us much good..." His voice trailed off sadly. Prowl cast him a sidelong glance.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry." He resisted a sudden overwhelming protective urge to comfort the forlorn mech.

"No it's ok. Out of everyone on the base I'm guessing you'll know what I'm talking about?"

Prowl's optics dimmed a little. "Indeed I do."

"Were you there?"

Prowl faltered at the question.

"I mean you know... when the attack...?"

Prowl lowered his gaze. "I saw it yes."

Bluestreak suddenly felt guilty. He keyed in his room code. "I'm sorry."

"No need I just haven't been asked about it in some time." Prowl spoke softly as Bluestreak beckoned him into his quarters.

"Yeah me too." He gave Prowl a warm smile as he rummaged around the chaotic mess of his quarters.

Prowl let out a faint chuckle as he watched the mech search. Bluestreak stopped and stared at the SIC. "I've never seen you laugh before." He stated quietly, averting his gaze before continuing his search.

"I apologise, it's just you remind me of someone I knew once."

Bluestreak made a soft noise in agreement as he whipped out the data pad. Facing Prowl he handed it over. "I lost someone too. Always kinda felt lost without them. They took care of me, kept me safe, he was more confident than me too..."

Bluestreak trailed off as his optics met Prowl's. A moment passed between them, both hands still on the data pad. The similarities were striking for Prowl and while he would never seek to replace his companion Bluestreak had an innocence about him that made Prowl feel at ease. Without realising it his finger brushed against Bluestreak's, the smaller 'bot let out a faint surprised gasp as Prowl recoiled sharply. The air was thick with unspoken tension.

"Umm, I should go." Prowl stammered, flustered by the stirring feelings within him. "Thank you for your report Bluestreak."

The pale blue mech could only nod as Prowl retreated. He gazed after him, immediately lamenting the empty feeling that made its presence known in Prowl's absence. If only the SIC really noticed him, things would be so much easier.

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Prowl chided himself as he reached his office. It was inappropriate to harbour such feelings especially towards a subordinate. He sighed as he sat down to work. His thoughts however kept drifting to what Bluestreak had said about his own companion. The young mech was clearly the submissive partner in his relationship and now it was obvious that he felt a little overwhelmed and incredibly shy around certain mechs and the humans. Prowl tried to fight the protective, caring urge rising within him. He could help Bluestreak; help him feel more confident, he could take care of him. No! He shouldn't even be thinking that way, besides Bluestreak would never see Prowl as anything more than his superior, would he?

Prowl fell into recharge that night frustrated and distracted. His thoughts drifting between his old companion and Bluestreak. Had he always felt this way?

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Soft moans filled Prowl's audios, the sounds sending shivers of excitement across his frame as he leaned into the mech pinned against the wall in front of him. His hands were running down their back, across doorwings, teasing the mech until he mewled in frustration. Prowl slipped silken cord around the mech's wrists as he clasped them behind his back. Growling softly Prowl spun the mech round and kissed him deeply. His glossa dipping gently into the other's mouth finding their glossa, relishing the hot wetness that resided there. The mech groaned wantonly beneath his strong, determined hands. He guided the 'bot away from the wall gently, whispering in their audio to kneel. The 'bot obeyed, blue optics gazing up at Prowl lovingly, trusting him as he circled around his prize and knelt behind them.

The mech arched and gasped as Prowl's fingers found their way between his legs, massaging his interface panel softly, until it clicked and retracted. Prowl dipped his head into the mech's neck, pressing hot kisses and bites along the back of his neck enjoying the soft sounds it was causing as his glossa flicked out over sensor nodes and wires. His hands wrapped around the mech's waist sliding down and beneath the strong armour, scraping along circuitry with eager arousal, his now unsheathed spike pressing firmly into the mech's lower back.

The mech keened and let out a gasp as warm hands took hold of his exposed spike, rubbing the end with his thumb, sliding down the full length with both hands, while nipping at his audio. Keeping one hand on the hard spike, Prowl's other hand dipped between the mech's legs and pressed against the lubricated valve entrance. The mech moaned loudly as he pushed a finger inside, swirling it gently, feeling the plating along the valve walls. The mech bucked into him as he pressed in another finger, pumping his spike slowly as he did so. Scissoring his fingers the mech writhed and groaned in his gasp, begging for more as the heat built up over his frame.

Prowl removed his fingers bringing them up to the mech's mouth biting his lip as he watched the mech lick off his own fluids. Sitting between twitching doorwings he lowered his hands to the mechs hips, steadying him as he pushed his spike into the waiting dripping valve. He waited for the smaller mech's valve to adjust to him before thrusting in slowly gripping the slender hips tightly, using them as leverage as he picked up the force and pace of his thrusts.

He let out a soft pleasurable moan of his own as he felt his full length slide into the clenching, hot valve. The mech was writhing against him, begging desperately for Prowl to go faster. Prowl paused relishing the cry of frustration from his captive. He slipped another silken cord around the mech's mouth kissing his cheek as he tightened the gag into place.

"Sssshhh..." He let his fingers drift over the chevron down and back along the seams of the doorwings that shuddered at his touch. He continued thrusting into the constricting valve, his mouth parted in a silent moan as he reached his climax. "Nngghh... oohhhh Bluestreak." He moaned softly as he hit his overload with pleasurable spasms.

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Prowl awoke with a start, jerking upright on his berth his intakes coming in short pants. Flicking on the light he frowned at the mess of fluids staining his sheet that had seeped out from beneath his interface panel. He groaned and rubbed his face with one hand, the faint ebbs of arousal fading as he awoke fully. Bluestreak, had he really called out Bluestreak's name? Shaking his head he cleaned up and checked the time. 04:00 still too early to be out of recharge, damn dream. He left his quarters with the huff of a sigh, not wanting to be reminded of his very stimulating recharge.

Prowl entered the quiet rec room, he poured an energon cube for himself and his optics caught sight of the one mech he hadn't expected to see. His intakes stalled as he tried to suppress the thought of his arousing dream. Composing himself Prowl headed over to the table.

"I did not expect to see anyone up at this time." He spoke quietly as Bluestreak's head snapped up to look at him in surprise.

"Oh Prowl, I couldn't recharge thought I would come and read." He shifted slightly as Prowl looked at him intently seeming as if he wanted to say something. His door panels suddenly gave a quick flap as Prowl straightened.

"I'll leave you to your reading then." He nodded politely and moved away. Bluestreak suddenly felt overcome with a need to keep him close.

"Join me."

Prowl halted in his tracks casting a puzzled glance over the edge of his door wing. Bluestreak ducked his head, his finger idly tracing the line of the table.

"That is... if you want to... I'd like you to join me..." He added meekly. Prowl felt a soft smile tug at his lips. He turned to face the now embarrassed mech seated before him. "I don't wish to intrude."

"It's no bother really; I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you to..." Bluestreak spoke quickly, nervously his optics flicking between Prowl and the floor. Prowl hesitated for a second before sitting down opposite the younger mech.

"What are you reading?" He asked casually taking a sip of his energon, his optics watching Bluestreak closely as the mech grinned a little and relaxed. They talked for the next couple of cycles until the rec room started to fill with mechs. Bluestreak discovered Prowl's dry sense of humour and it filled him with a tingling warmth to hear the SIC chuckle lightly at something he'd said. While Prowl was still very reserved around him Bluestreak couldn't help but feel drawn to the black and white mech. He felt relaxed, safe something he'd not felt in a long time and he realised he wanted more.

He watched as Prowl finished his cube and made to leave, Bluestreak felt his spark jump at what he was about to do, he plucked up the courage and blurted out loudly. "I want to see you again." His optics widened as Prowl stopped in his tracks, the mechs in the rec room turning to stare at him. His air intakes hitched. "Oh frag... that came out wrong... I mean I...umm..." Bluestreak winced and dropped his head feeling both embarrassed and foolish as Prowl regarded him curiously. His face once again a picture of impassive dispassion.

Bluestreak felt hands rest gently on his shoulders; he glanced up hopefully, his face plates flushed.

"That was highly inappropriate Bluestreak." Prowl chided gently, his tone firm. The pale blue mech hung his head in disappointment.

"I know." He mumbled dejectedly.

Warm air passed close to his audios as Prowl leaned in. "I would like that." He spoke in a whisper almost too faint to hear, Bluestreak snapped his head up daring to believe that he'd just heard what he thought he'd heard.

"Really?" He mouthed in a gasp.

Prowl drew back returning to his stoic reserve. "My office after your shift Bluestreak." He spoke out loud firmly and with a curt nod left the room, leaving Bluestreak staring after him open mouthed. The twins sidled up to him nudging him playfully.

"Ooooh how did you manage to frag off Prowl so early in the morning?" They laughed.

"Yeah what's your secret?" Sunstreaker poked Bluestreak who gave them a lop sided grin his spark fluttering in his chamber.

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Bluestreak paused at Prowl's office, his hands were trembling slightly, why was he so nervous it wasn't like he'd asked Prowl to interface with him. He gulped at the thought and tried to shake the subsequent image from his mind. He pinged the door and waited.

"Come in."

Bluestreak entered cautiously, Prowl gestured to the seat opposite him with one hand, while still typing onto a data pad with the other. Bluestreak smiled as he noticed a cube of energon already in his place. He sat down nervously and waited for Prowl to finish.

Prowl clasped his hands in front of him, optics studying Bluestreak for a moment before he reached over and took hold of his energon cube. "I must admit I am curious as to why you wished to see me." He swirled the energon in the cube absently.

"I enjoyed your company. People don't stick around me to talk that much, so I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. I am surprised you accepted."

"Mmmm, as am I." Prowl replied the quirk of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Bluestreak smiled and took his cube. They talked for a while about their various interests and how Bluestreak's day had gone. Prowl frowning whenever Bluestreak mentioned getting a hard time from one of the 'bots for not completing one of his set tasks on time.

Bluestreak enjoyed the company thoroughly, Prowl was sharp and witty and didn't talk down to him like a lot of the other 'bots did. He checked his chronometer. "Oh frag!" He swore shooting out of his seat.

Prowl's optics widened at the sudden profanity. "I'm sorry." Bluestreak responded sheepishly. "I promised Bee I would go on patrol with him, as Sideswipe has some sort of virus."

"You should have been in recharge rather than talking to me then." Prowl frowned concern creasing his features. Bluestreak shrugged.

"I'll be ok. Thanks Prowl." He turned and glanced back at the SIC. "I hope we can do this again." He flashed him a wide smile and darted through the door.

****

Prowl had stayed up late to finish his reports for Prime, working into the early hours of the morning. His comm. buzzed. He scowled at the interruption. //Yes?//

//Uumm... Prowl?// Bumblebee sounded on edge not his usual cheery self. //I hate to disturb you from your recharge.//

//I wasn't recharging Bumblebee. How can I help you?//

//I was uumm just wondering if Blues was with you?//

//Bluestreak? Why would you think he would be with me? He mentioned joining you on patrol.//

//Yeah, he did. He told me he had to speak with you in your office so I thought he might be there or you might know where he is.//

//Bumblebee.// Prowl's tone darkened slightly at what the mech was implying. //Where is Bluestreak?//

//He's supposed to be here but his comm. was buzzed and he uumm... he got a little jumpy and told me he had to do something and that he'd be back soon. I'm a bit worried because that was over a cycle ago and Blues always keeps his word.//

//Understood. Stay on patrol Bumblebee I'll find Bluestreak. Do you know who it was who comm'd him?//

//'Fraid not he didn't want to tell me.//

//Thank you for bringing this to my attention.//

Prowl cut off the comm. without waiting for a reply already using the ship's internal sensors from his local monitor. He frowned deeply as he located the missing mech and left his office briskly, his earlier fatigue forgotten.