Disclaimer- I don't own Transformers. That is the sole property of Hasbro. Though the fangirl in me wishes.
Warnings-slight yaoi/slash.
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"Prowl! Prowler!" Prowl on-lined his optics to see Jazz standing over him. The smaller mech had something clenched in his fist, as he bounced in a manner reminiscent to Bluestreak when he was on a sugar high.
"Yes, Jazz?" Prowl asked, irritation seeping into his voice that his nap had been interrupted.
Tap.
Prowl blinked, and looked up at Jazz. "What was that?"
Jazz adopted an innocent expression, which did not suit him at all. "I just christened your aft as mine, Prowler!" he announced, holding the object up for Prowl to see. It was a large human confection, something Sam called a sucker.
"You just christened my aft using a sucker?" Prowl asked Jazz, disbelief evident in his tone. At Jazz's nod, he off-lined his optics.
Tap.
Prowl on-lined his optics again, glaring at Jazz. "Did you just do it again?"
Jazz gave him a grin. "Might have." As Prowl continued to glare at him, he sauntered over to Prowl's desk, and set the sucker down. "It's yours. See ya later, Prowler!" As he walked out, he casually saluted Prowl.
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Later
Jazz was at the shooting range with Ironhide. "C'mon, 'Hide, is that really all you've got?" he taunted, grinning when Ironhide's optic began to twitch.
Ironhide growled at Jazz. "Don't make me shoot you full of holes. I don't want to have to explain to Ratchet why I shot you."
Jazz smirked. "Ya would hafta catch me first, 'Hide."
Ironhide growled again, and began shooting a target that looked suspiciously like Sideswipe. Jazz watched, his amusement obvious. "I take it that Sides takes part in your training?"
Ironhide glanced sideways at the target. "You could say that."
Prowl was leaning against the door, watching the entire exchange with vast amounts of amusement. He watched as Jazz stepped up and took aim with his gun. As Jazz fired, Prowl made his move, smacking Jazz's aft with the sucker, making his shot go wide.
Jazz spun around to see Prowl leaning against the wall, smirking and waving the sucker. "I have christened your aft as mine, Jazz. See to it that it stays that way." he remarked as he walked out of the shooting range back towards his office.
Jazz was still staring at the door in stupefied silence as Ironhide roared with laughter. "Jazz, I have to say I love watching the two of you. You guys are a riot!"