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The following story is based on the following Tfanonkink prompt:
REQ: G1 Breakdown/autobot - crossfaction, fluff, comfort, gentle caring sex 2011-12-25 09:18 pm (UTC)Breakdown is pretty much the punching bag of the Decepticons. Everyone seems to pick on him just for fun. Everyone except one of the Autobot spies that slip into the Nemesis on regular basis.
They have a system: Breakdown makes sure that certain hatch stays unlocked, and the Autobot comes by every time he's visiting on a mission, to cuddle and tell Breakdown he's not the failure everyone is telling him he is. That alone would be worth a lifetime supply of high grade for Breakdown, but the Autobot actually lets him top when they interface! Even Dead End, who doesn't care either way, never lets him top.
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Chapter 1: Surprised
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The mutual squawk of surprise became the mutual drawing of weapons. Breakdown and Jazz eyed each other, a staring contest of sorts, until Jazz asked the first question. "What are you doing down here?"
"I should be asking you that," said the blue and white Stunticon.
Jazz laughed unconcernedly. "There's never anyone down here. Did buckethead tighten up security?"
"Maybe, Autobot."
"My name's Jazz. You'd do well to know it."
Breakdown snorted. "How can you be so flippant? One quick 'comm will have everyone down here in an astrosecond."
"An astrosecond?" Jazz laughed. "You mean to say they finally fixed that broken elevator?" Jazz laughed. And to Breakdown's surprise the Autobot holstered his pistol. "Well if everyone's coming, I'd better be ready." The black and white mech removed a sparkling cube of high-grade from a subspace pocket. "Don't mind me charging up here. I'm a better fight when a bit overcharged actually," he said as he broke the seal. Jazz took a long swallow from the cube. "Oh that's good stuff!" he gushed on pulling it away from his mouth. "Want a taste?" he asked, noting that the Stunticon's optics were now fixed on the cube. He set it down and turned away, taking a few steps in no particuar direction. Behind him he heard Breakdown lunge for the cube. And as he moved a touch further away, he glanced back to see the Stunticon sucking at it desperately. "Good, isn't it?"
Breakdown pulled the cube away guiltily. "Hold still. Don't move another step!" He jabbed his pistol in the air for emphasis.
"Easy there, Breakdown. I'm not going anywhere. Not worth the effort if you've got everyone coming down here." Jazz sat down on one of the huge heat-transfer pipes that ran through the little-visited utility room deep in the bowels of the Nemesis.
Breakdown could not stop himself from opening his mask once again to take a drink.
"Yeah, better finish that now before the others get here. You know they'll just take it from you," the saboteur smirked. "Speaking of which..." He dipped into subspace again and took out another cube, this one smaller but glowing a scintillating golden color. "Ever try a sulfur mix one? I might as well give it to you before they strip me in the brig."
"Sulfur mix?"
"Yeah, baby. We've got this geologist with us. He's pretty worthless as a warrior, but he does know how to distill the most amazing flavors of high-grade." Jazz pulled back the seal and took a deep swallow, gasping delightedly as the potent fuel hit his tanks. He closed the seal and held it out in Breakdown's direction. "He's always giving me stuff to try. I must say this planet here's been good for him. Some of the rare elements on Cybertron are a whole lot less rare here. Throw in the solar power and what the humans give us, and we've been eating well."
Breakdown glared. That had not been the Decepticon experience on Earth. Far from it in fact.
"Sorry. I know how tough it's been for you Decepticons. At least for some of you." He jiggled the cube. "Here. Take it. Plenty more where that came from."
Breakdown strode forward and snatched the small cube from Jazz, subspacing it quickly before retreating a few steps.
Jazz lay back on the pipe. "Hmmm... it's taking more than an astrosecond. Did you lie to me about the elevator?" And then he laughed. "No wait. I was the one who mentioned the elevator." He turned his head to look at Breakdown. "So what are you doing down here all alone?"
"None of your business Autobot!" Breakdown snapped.
"Probably not. Just asking." He put his hands behind his helm and crossed his legs at the ankle joints. "Hey, if I fall into recharge, wake me up when everyone's here. I'd hate to miss a fight."
Breakdown was incredulous. "How can you be so unconcerned?"
Jazz made a humming sound. "It's just how I am. I'll have to fight my way out of here one way or another. I could fight you, or I could fight everyone else once they're here, but since I really owe Wild Rider one—he got me pretty good in that battle at the solar plant—I decided to take the hard route. I figured he'd be coming once I saw it was you standing guard."
Breakdown did not respond.
"Oh? Not talking? Don't make me call Vortex down here myself to get you to talk," Jazz teased.
"Shut up, Autobot!" Breakdown spat, jabbing with his pistol again.
"Bit sensitive about your gestalt, are we? Heh, trust me. I know how that goes. Not that I'm part of a gestalt but sometimes my department..." He shook his head and sighed. "This war just makes everything so difficult for us sometimes. Prowl's so wound up it's like he's got a driveshaft stuffed up his aft. Mirage lives in the past. Bumblebee thinks he can solve everything just by giving it a big hug. Optimus is so overwhelmed that sometimes..." He cut himself off and sighed again. "I just hope it's over soon. I almost don't care who wins some days. Don't tell anyone else I said that. Not even sure why I told you." Jazz laughed awkwardly. "Must be even worse when it's your gestalt."
After a silent minute, Breakdown put his pistol away slowly. "I didn't call the others. Just get out of here. Go away."
Jazz looked up. "What?"
"Go away."
"You're letting me go?"
"I... I... Just go!"
Jazz rose from his place on the pipe and moved toward the airlock. "Well, if you insist." And as he reached the door, he turned back to see the blue and white mech shaking.
"Breakdown? You okay?"
Tears were leaking out from under the Stunticon's visor. "Just go! Get out of here."
"Breakdown... I didn't mean to make you upset," the saboteur said softly. "But I'll go. Sorry if I pried too much into your personal life."
"It's nothing... Nothing important. Just get out of here before I really do call everyone."
Jazz reached again for the airlock controls. "Breakdown? I know it's got to be tough being a car-former and not exactly getting along with the rest of the faction, and then to be out of sorts with your brothers. Want to talk a little while? No tricks. Maybe... Well. You probably don't want to talk to me." Jazz ejected a data-slug from a port on his arm. "Take this. If you change your mind." He held it out to the Decepticon.
"What is it?"
"Several mid-level viruses... and my personal 'comm frequency. If you decide that you really need someone to talk to..." Jazz set the slug down at the side of the airlock and opened the inner door. "Be seeing you, Breakdown. Probably in battle, but I won't hold it against you," he chuckled.
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"Blackmail" continues in Chapter 2: "Weakened"
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