Lady/giggles madly/ This is gonna be fun...

Prowl/looks VERY worried. logic centers crashing in 3...2...1/

Jazz/smirks and blows into Prowls Audio/

Prowl/doesn't react/

YH/sighs. whaps Prowl upside the head/

Prowl/logic centers rebooting/

LD: Darn why did you do? It was so much more fun to let him suffer...

YH: Because we all know things don't end well when they're offline.

LD: End well for who...?

YH: Anyone...well...it ends well for Jazz...

Jazz: Hehe...of course it does../ogles prowl through his visor/

Prowl/clears throat/ Perhaps someone should go ahead and do the disclaimer?

Lady: That is an excellent idea... SUNSTREAKER!

Sunstreaker/pokes head into room/ What do you want?

Lady: Do disclaimers.

Sunstreaker: Make me!

YH: Are you sure you want to do that? We have control over you, and that includes whether or not your precious paintjob gets messed up of not.

Sunstreaker: 00 I'll be good... /grumbles/ stupid squishy bitches...

YH/glares/...Paintjob...

Sunstreaker/glares back/ Fine/grumbles/ I'm not even in the Primus damned chapter... Lady Date and Yami Hikari do not own Transformers, particularly Jazz and Prowl. They all belong to Hasbro and Takara, and no money is being made of this. This is a work of fiction written by demented little squishy femmes for equally demented squishes. Story

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Prowl had been in his office the whole time. He'd heard they had gotten a new second-in-command, and he knew he should go meet the newcomer, but he had so much work to do, that he hadn't been able to make it out of his office. He decided he'd have to wait to meet the other, and hope that he hadn't offended anyone by not showing up.

Suddenly, Jazz kicked open the door. "Well, well, here lies Mr. Anti-social."

Prowl looked up, startled by the...dramatic entrance. He frowned. "I'm sorry," he started, "but can I help you with something? I don't know you, and I'm a bit busy..."

Jazz huffed indignantly. "Is that any way to treat your new comrade? Especially the new second in command?"

Prowl winced slightly, standing up to salute the other. "I apologize, sir. I have been rather busy, and did not have the chance to greet you properly." He moved to walk around his desk, knocking a few datapads off the desk.

"Woah, woah, calm down! No need for all the formality." The Saboteur grinned cheekily. "Name's Jazz. And you are...?"

"Prowl." The tactician tensed, not completely sure how to react to the other. Jazz extended his hand and waited for the other mech to take it. "Prime told me to come and see before settling in."

Frowning slightly, Prowl held out his hand, gripping Jazz's and nodding. "As I said before, I apologize for my absence before."

"It's no big. I just wanted to meet the third in command." Jazz smiled and didn't let go of Prowl's hand, in fact he pulled him closer.

Prowl frowned when Jazz pulled him closer; he could use his logic centers to figure out any kind of tactics he needed to, but when it can to other Autobots, he had no clue. He shifted uncomfortably, but didn't pull away. He didn't want to be rude to the new second in command.

"It seems you and I are going to working very, very closely...for a very long time." He pulled Prowl so that their oversized chasses rub against each other.Prowl made a small sound, as if clearing his throat, as he pulled away slightly.

"Yes, I imagine we are, sir. I...look forward to working with you."

"Hm...so do I." He reached around to give Prowl's aft a quick squeeze before pulling away.

The tactician jumped slightly as he felt the squeeze, and looked anywhere but the other. He bent down to pick the fallen datapads up.

Jazz licked his lips, groping the tempting aft in front of him one more time...

Prowl jumped again, before spinning around to face Jazz. "Why are you doing that?" He took a few steps back, away from the other. He'd never felt like this before, and it was unnerving; he'd never actually liked it when someone groped him, and he'd never liked the one groping him. He'd just met the other, for Primus' sake.Jazz closed in on Prowl yet again.

"Because I want to. Because I think you're sexy." He stopped when they were chest to chest again. "Because I want to shag you senseless." Without warning he pulled Prowl into deep kiss.

Prowl struggled against the other, trying to get out of the kiss. He forced his way out, turned, and ran. He couldn't believe that had just happened as he made his way to a small room that no one else knew about, one where he wouldn't have to worry about the new second in command molesting him.

Jazz paused and looked out the door Prowl just bolted through. "Hm...maybe I was a bit to forward. Oh well, first impressions aren't everything." He whistled happily to himself as he made his way to his quarters.

Prowl sat there for quite a while, wondering if he overreacted with that. He was scared, though, and he never got scared. He'd never felt like this about another, either. He looked at his hands; they were trembling horribly. His whole body was trembling.

Jazz paused and stopped whistling, listening to the sounds of the base, moving silently towards a door at the end of the hall.

Prowl could hear the footsteps, and he had to admit, it worried him. He hoped he hadn't offended the other, but he wasn't expecting to be kissed by somone he'd just met.

Jazz cautiously approached the door not sure of what hid behind it. Once he was close enough, he took a step to the side, gun at the ready. He flung the door and moved into the door way gun point at... "Prowl?"

Prowl looked up, only to come face to face with a gun. He knew that the other hadn't been expecting him, and that it wasn't like Jazz was going to shoot him. He just watched the other, though, unsure of what he should say or do.

Jazz sighed and lowered his gun. "What in Primus name are you doing here?" He knelt down close to Prowl, a lopsided smile gracing his lips.

Prowl pulled back slightly. "Thinking," he answered nervously. "I hope there isn't a problem with that, sir." He winced at how his own words came out, knowing that it sounded harsher than he'd meant it to.

"Not at all. I'm sorry if I disturbed you." With that Jazz stood, the smile still on his face, visor hiding his optics. "I'll see you around Pretty!" The saboteur waved at him over his shoulder before continuing the trek to his new quarters.

Before Jazz could leave, Prowl reached out and grabbed the other's wrist. "I..." Prowl looked away, trying to figure out what he was wanting to say. Unable to, he released the saboteur's wrist reluctantly.

Jazz looked at him in puzzlement. "Something you wanna say gorgeous?"

Prowl moved away from Jazz, refusing to meet the other's gaze. He didn't want Jazz to leave, but he couldn't really figure out why. He didn't know what to say to the other, or what he should do. It didn't help that Jazz called him gorgeous, especially when he didn't see himself as that.

Jazz pouted slightly and turned around fully. He really hadn't meant to upset the beautiful bot. He walked up to Prowl until there were chassis to chassis again. Only this time instead of kissing him, he just wrapped his arms around the other's waist as best he could. Honestly their chasses were huge...

Prowl tensed, unsure of what to do. Part of him said that he should just give in to his feelings; another part said that he couldn't afford to. He knew he was trembling, and he couldn't stop himself.

Jazz let his hands wonder up and down Prowl's sides. There was nothing arousing in the touch. He was just trying to sooth him.

Prowl sighed softly, leaning into the embrace, into the touches. He had to admit, he enjoyed them, enjoyed being around the other like he was.

Jazz smiled and pulled the other to him, as close as his could. "Feel better gorgeous?"

Prowl didn't object, but he didn't exactly wrap his arms around the other, either. He just didn't know what to do. "I..." he started, frowning; he definitely was feeling better, but he wasn't sure if they should be doing this because of the war. Either one of them could easily be killed out there, in battle.

"Just relax. You're thinking about this to much." Jazz brought his hands up and rubbed at the tactician's chassis. "Just let it flow..."

Prowl shook his head. "And if neither of us thinks of the consequences?" He reached up, grasping Jazz's hands gently; he wanted to be able to just let himself give in, but one of them had to think about what could happen.

"Slag happens, it's juat a matter of if we are able to handle the results." Jazz twined his fingers with Prowl's, pulling them off to the side as he kissed at Prowl's neck.

Prowl hesitated for a moment longer before he pulled one and away from holding Jazz's hands. He lifted the other's chin up, moving forward and pressing his lips to the other's. He let that hand move down and rest on the nape of the Jazz's neck.

Jazz started for moment before accepting the kiss. He hadn't expected that, he decided to just roll with his turning Prowl around full. He made an annoyed growl as they were suddenly pulled apart. Looking down, he discovered why. Their chasses bumped against each other making it difficult for them to get close, though they did fit together rather nicely.

Prowl couldn't help but chuckle slightly. "We'll improvise." He let the hand on Jazz's neck move down, caressing the other's chassis, caressing where the other had the Autobot insignia; he didn't even think about whether or not the area might be sensitive.

Jazz hissed in pleasure, his optics flickering slightly. He wondered vaguely if Prowl knew just how sensitive that mark was. Not to be out done he caressed Prowl's bumper.

Prowl paused; he hadn't realized that the other's insignia would be so sensitive. He moaned softly at Jazz's touch before he placed his hand over Jazz's.

Jazz cupped Prowls headlights, fondling them gentle. "Like that do we?"

Prowl pulled away slightly, moving one hand to cup Jazz's cheek. "Why me?" he asked softly. "I'm sure you could have anyone else out there. Why did you choose me, Jazz?"

"Hm... How about because you're sexy, or that you seem intelligent, if not a bit panicky." Jazz nuzzled Prowl's hand. "Or how about this...I don't want anyone else."

Prowl smiled slightly, leaning in to kiss Jazz again. He honestly didn't know why he'd fallen for the other; he didn't know anything about Jazz, but that didn't seem to matter to him now.

Jazz smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms round Prowls waist again. He fell for the other Autobot the moment he laid optics on him. He just didn't think that it was necessary to tell him that had occurred several months ago, and that he'd been spying on him ever since then. Nope, Prowl definitely didn't need to know that...In fact the only reason he joined the Autobots was because he got caught, but Prowl didn't need to know that either. Jazz pulled back from the kisses his a lazy grin. "Come lovely, what say you and I head to our quarters?"

Prowl gave Jazz a small, mischievous smirk. "Our quarters, huh? And just when did that happen out of curiosity?" He let a finger trace down Jazz's chassis, to the Autobot insignia, to several seams in the other's armor. "Not that I'm saying it's a bad thing."

"Never questioned that. As to when it happened...guess who your new barrack mate is..." Jazz shuddered pleasantly. He was definitely going to like this...

Prowl pulled away again, smirking, and heading off to their room. "Coming?" He didn't even glance over his shoulder as he walked, knowing that the other would be following him.

Jazz smirked right back, following behind Prowl. Yep, he definitely liked this. Once he had caught to Prowl he gave the other bot a quick swat on the aft.

Prowl sighed and shook his head, opening the door to their room. He stood there, holding the door for Jazz.

Jazz grabbed hold of Prowl's hand when he was inside, pulling the other Autobot in behind him, and forcing him to close the door.

Prowl practically stumbled when Jazz pulled him; Primus, the other Autobot was impatient. He smiled slightly, deciding to turn the tides a bit. He ran his free hand over Jazz's aft lightly, squeezin softly at one point.

Jazz let out a startled noise and purred before returning the favor. He leaned down and nipped lightly at Prowl's chassis and massaged the shiny black metal in his grip.

Prowl moaned, slowly pushing Jazz to one of the berths. "More comfortable on the berths," he muttered, pulling Jazz down onto it, on top of him. He let his hands roam over the other's body slowly before kissing Jazz again, passionatelyJazz moaned and settled himself down on top of Prowl, caressing the other mech's sides tenderly. "Hm...much more comfortable..."Prowl smiled, wrapping an arm around Jazz, sighing softly. He brushed Jazz's cheek slightly with his free hand. "You're beautiful, Jazz. Did you know that?"

"I've been told that a few times, but it's a real compliment to have it coming from such a gorgeous mech." Jazz nuzzled the hand lightly.

Prowl looked away slightly, embarrassed by the compliment. He rolled Jazz off of himself, so they were side by side, and rested his forehead on the other's shoulder. "I...I love you." His words came out as nothing more than a whisper as he pulled the other closer.

Jazz wrapped his arms around Prowl's shoulder, rubbing his other arm. "I love you to Prowlie."

Prowl sighed softly; he'd been working so much lately that he hadn't gotten much recharge and was exhausted. He wasn't letting himself sleep, though, because he wanted to spend some time with Jazz. He wondered if the other could see that, and hoped not.

"Just go to sleep you workaholic. You can get to know me better after a nice long recharge." He kissed the tips of Prowl's chevrons, laying back and falling to recharge himself.

Prowl let himself give one last smile before he fell into recharge comfortably beside his lover.