AN: Because of some weird fancy of fate (and maybe because of Starscream singing "Bad" and dancing to it) I was hit wit reneved love for Michael Jackson's songs. And they gave me bunnies. Listening to title-songs while reading - highly recomended. :)
Betaed by one and only d_lueth. If not for her you wouldn't see it in a looooong time
The shadow slipped through the patch of light, silent and deadly like a laser gun. No one would ever know he was there. Even if they were watching, they would assume the figure to be a glitch in the optics.
At this time of the dark cycle Cybertron was silent, the streets devoid of life and sound.
The shadow sneaked beside the buildings, hidden as if he were part of the night, his visor blinking only once in the light of the moon.
He reached the place he intended to with a cyber-panther's deadly grace; he jumped onto the windowsill, looking around for possible witnesses. No one was around, not even a guard in sight. He slipped through an open window, the soft mesh under his pedes inside muffling his steps. His lip-plates spread into a predatory grin.
The doors on the other side of the room were parted. He grinned again and glanced to the berth in a corner of the room. An unsuspecting mech lay in a patch of soft light. He came back to the task at hand. Light slipped through the slit between the doors and the frame. He crept closer, yellow light lengthening his shadow as it caressed silver armor. A murmur of voices outside... he smiled and a glistening blade appeared in his hand.
A blur of movements followed, mingled with the muffled cries and the slithering of lines being cut. Two limp forms dropped to the floor with silent thud.
He returned to the darkened room, doors closing behind him with an ominous click.
He let his visor brighten as he prowled towards the berth, a prone form spread on it unsuspecting, innocent, beautiful.
He placed hand on the sleeping mech's face and other on his chest plates and sent out a charge. The prone form arched out of the berth, optics flashing online, vocalizer emitting dark, low sound.
"Why hello there, Prime." The silver mech took his hands as he spoke only to be regarded by blue, darkly amused optics.
"Jazz," Optimus' voice was a low, threatening rumble rippling through Jazz's armor.
"Told you I'd come for you." He smiled, visor flashing in amusement.
"Oh, Jazz," The exasperated sigh was followed by Prime suddenly pulling the silver mech to the berth. Optimus twisted, pressing him into the mesh and claiming Jazz's lips in searing kiss.
The only response Jazz managed was a quiet moan before his processor was occupied by a completely different coming...
"What have you done to the guards?"
"Got your medic some work. Wonder how long it'll take him to find the severed line."
"But they are OK?"
"Who do you have me for, Optimus? Of course they are!"
"For a very deadly mech..."
"At your service, Prime."