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Prowl was walking down the corridor leading to Jazz' private quarters. He knew that he had been a little harsh on his bondmate, but Jazz had to realize that one's duty was far too important to let pleasure take precedence over it. They were at war, after all. Perhaps Jazz would be a little grumpy now, but normally Prowl didn't have much of a problem coaxing his partner into a more welcoming mindset, even when the grumpiness was caused by Prowl previously having turned down Jazz' advances.
He reached Jazz' quarters, and knocked on the door. It opened, and a happy-looking Jazz stood in the doorway, smiling at him.
"Hey, I was starting to think you'd never make it! Come in."
Prowl headed the offer, feeling himself relax a bit. Jazz seemed to be in a good mood, despite previous happenings. Often when similar situations had played themselves out earlier in the day, Jazz liked to put on a display of mild sulking and moping, challenging Prowl to do his best to make up for his previous negligence. Not that it really bothered Prowl that much – in a way he could understand Jazz – and he always made an effort to compensate for those unfortunate occasions when he hadn't been able to cater to Jazz' obvious need for affection. Still it was always nice when they didn't have to go through the little acting-all-hurt and comforting-the-offended-bondmate procedures.
As soon as the door was closed, Jazz grabbed onto his bondmate, resolutely planting a kiss on his lips.
Well, he sure isn't wasting his time, Prowl thought. Really, he'd usually prefer it when things proceeded a little slower, but he supposed it was to be expected considering the long hours that Jazz had been waiting around for him. And long as the list of his partner's merits might be, "patience" most certainly wasn't on it.
He allowed himself to be half-led, half-dragged to Jazz' recharging berth. It was true that it had been too long since they had last bonded, maybe he really should try to find more time in his busy schedule for this sort of thing; perhaps that inventory report could actually wait a couple of extra days, or maybe he could... His thoughts slowly drifted away into nothingness as his bondmate's fingers were tracing his chassis, sending shivers down his back. Yes.
Prowl eagerly returned his bondmate's affections, touching the metal and the wires that he had already explored innumerable times, but that he still never grew tired of. Him and Jazz were so made for each other, so perfect together... he could feel his breathing quickening up its pace as his processors were filling up with images of the acts that were sure to come.
Suddenly Jazz stopped his administrations and simply sat up, straddling Prowl's prone form. It took a while for Prowl in his current mindset to register this; but then he got a little concerned. Was something wrong?
"What is it, Jazz?" he managed to press out despite his heated excitement. "Did I do something?"
Jazz just looked at his bondmate, an unreadable expression on his face. Still though, there seemed to be a glint of something in his optics that Prowl thought he recognized... mischievousness, was it?
"Nah, nothing you did, Prowler. Just a thought that crossed my mind..."
He made a pause, as if trying to find the right words to express this apparently suddenly-materializing thought. Despite that, Prowl got the impression that whatever it was that his bondmate was thinking about, it wasn't something that had simply struck him right in the middle of their bonding. No, this had already been on Jazz' mind for quite some time, probably even before the moment Prowl had stepped into his quarters.
Prowl didn't say anything, instead he just waited with some unease for what Jazz was about to say. Somehow he had a feeling that he wasn't going to like this, one way or the other.
"I was thinking... " Jazz mused. "Isn't it really stressful always having to be in control like that? You know, always letting duty get the best of you, never relinquishing anything beyond your power. Don't you sometimes want to just... let go of that control, even if just once in your lifetime?"
Prowl looked inquisitively at Jazz, not quite sure what he was getting at. Whatever it was he had expected his bondmate to say, this certainly wasn't it. Had he been wrong and Jazz had indeed been really peeved at Prowl's earlier dismissal? It wasn't like him to disrupt a bonding session for anything like that though. Knowing Jazz, he doubted there was anything in the known universe that could make him do such a thing voluntarily; he'd probably want to finish what they'd started even if the Decepticons were launching a surprise attack on them.
Prowl's obvious confusion only served to widen the unsettling, unreadable grin on Jazz' face. Whereupon the mech reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out a clanking metal object.
A pair of handcuffs.
Prowl just stared in shocked surprise. Surely his bondmate couldn't seriously mean that...
But taking one look at Jazz' face, Prowl knew for a fact that that was exactly what he meant.
No way... All sweet and relaxing thoughts of bonding suddenly gone from his processors, Prowl tried to sit up, but was effectively prevented from doing so by the mech straddling him. Now the expression on Jazz' face was all too easy to read. Amusement.
"As I said, I really think you need to try what it's like to relinquish that way too tightly-held control of yours, even if just once in your lifetime. You're too stiff and uptight for your own good, you know. You're probably gonna blow a circuit one day or the other."
Not that the words themselves came as a surprise to Prowl; quite the opposite, these were all things that Jazz would tell him on a regular basis, but he had never imagined... this.
And where had Jazz gotten such inspiration from? Sure he had had bondmates before Prowl, but he had never imagined that they had ever participated in such activities. Prowl himself certainly hadn't. Again he tried to sit up, and again his efforts were thwarted by the weight of the other mech.
"Don't tell me that the famous Autobot second in command, the brilliant tactician and fearless warrior who has taken on and defeated more Decepticons in battle than anyone can possibly count, is afraid to let go of control for just a moment? I really thought you were a lot braver than that!" Jazz teased, the obvious challenge hanging in the air.
Of course, unlike many other mechs – Autobots and Decepticons alike – Prowl wasn't a 'Bot who would normally let himself be roused by a challenge presented to him. But Jazz couldn't help issuing it; the look on Prowl's face was too priceless not to invite one. Shock mixed with incredulity, further mixed with an obvious uncertainty of what the proper reaction should be. Certainly, no one had ever put Prowl into a position like this before.
And Jazz was enjoying every moment of it. His bondmate, who always knew how to act in a given situation, always knew what the appropriate action was, had now been rendered speechless. And all from the sight of his bondmate holding a pair of handcuffs.
He swirled the cuffs in his hand around pointedly, leering at the mech pinned under him. "Since you haven't said anything yet, I'll take it as a yes then?" he said triumphantly.
Prowl tried to open his mouth in protest, but no sound would come out. This was most certainly not something he had ever pictured himself engaging in. The mere thought of being restrained like that, relinquishing all semblance of control, was enough to have his gears almost squeak in protest. It went against the very foundation of his character, and quite frankly, it even scared him. He had always prided himself on his ability to remain in control, no matter the situation. And to just give it up like that...
Then again, this was his bondmate, somebody he fully trusted. Somebody who would never dream of hurting him in any way. So what was it that he was he afraid of, really? Sure, the situation was highly unorthodox, but when he finally allowed his processors to half-seriously entertain the foreign concept, he had to admit that he couldn't find very many logical arguments in support of his apprehensiveness.
And if Jazz wanted this, for whatever reason... He had denied Jazz so many times in the line of duty, so maybe this was some small way of repaying him for that, for putting up with Prowl instead of seeking out another bondmate for himself. A bondmate who would return his affections a lot more diligently than Prowl did.
He couldn't believe he was agreeing to this. But then again, he supposed that for Jazz' sake, it was a negligible sacrifice.
"A-alright" he finally said, not being quite able to prevent a hesitant shiver from tinting his voice. "If this is what you want, I'll do it."
Author's note: leavingyouforme: Yes, you did smell correctly. ;)