Bumblebee's engine rumbled as he nuzzled into the crook of Prowl's neck.
Prowl snarled and tried to shove the clingy minibot off. Tried, being the word. When had the yellow mech become so slagging strong that Prowl couldn't even get him off when he was overcharged and horny?!
That last bit might have something to do with it.
"Bumblebee, get off me!"
"Nuh uh." The minibot muttered, "You taste good."
"That's wonderful, Bumblebee," Prowl growled out, "Be as that may, I would-"
"You talk too much." Bee grumbled, before mashing his mouth over the ninjabot's.
Prowl froze, optics widening.
Jazz smirked to himself. Noticing the silence, he pictured what was happening in the room behind the wall he was leaning on.
He was going to get back to the dance floor but he decided that he would rather stay here in case things got interesting.
Also, he brought his servo to his chin, he had been curious since some time ago, how Prowl might react if he were over-energized. Intoxicated. Jazz reached into one his pockets bringing out a delicate syringe with the noticeable orange liquid inside. Jazz's visor darkened and he grinned evilly. He couldn't believe he was actually planning to drug the ninjabot. His processor must be more buzzed than he thought. Shrugging it off, he turned the corner, standing in the door way of the room.
Jazz's brow ridge rose and his spark jumped with arousal as he saw that Bumblebee was propped up against Prowl on the floor and he was kissing him sloppily. Poor Prowl looked like he was trying too hard not to give in, his face darkening with shock.
Jazz walked in and stopped right in front of them. Prowl noticed right away and pulled away from Bumblebee, taking in air sharply. Bumblebee grumbled as Jazz nudged him away from Prowl, smiling to himself.
"Hey Jazz, what the slag!" Bumblebee said, wiping his mouth, his optics a dark azure.
Prowl shuddered, touching his face, "Blimey All Spark..." is all he could say, his face plates heating.
Jazz helped Prowl up, "Here let me help ya." Bumblebee rolled around the floor sucking on his servo seductively. He whined with impatience.
Prowl shook himself, "Pr-Primus, thanks Jazz…" Prowl looked away.
Jazz grinned, showing his small metallic fangs, "Ah, don't mention it Prowler." he said, his voice low.
Prowl raised his optic ridge with confusion but before he could do anything, Jazz knocked him to the ground and all Prowl could feel was a sharp jab in his neck and then static...
Prowl rebooted slowly to an annoying buzzing in his processor. He shuttered his optics a few times, trying to clear the nuance but it was persistent. He felt strangely warm too.
That was when the groans registered in his audio receptors. Prowl moaned slightly as he turned his helm too quickly to investigate. Then he moaned for a completely different reason. Jazz had Bumblebee pressed up against the wall, their mouths mashed together and one of the cyberninja's servos somewhere between Bee's thighs.
Jazz purred as he drew away from the gasping minibot, grin only growing wider as he noticed Prowl's gaze.
"Heeeey, Prowler." He rumbled, dipping his head to nip at Bumblebee's neck. The yellow mech gasped and bucked in response.
"Why don't you come over here and join us?"
Optimus sat at the table, alone, his head resting on his hand. He felt a little woozy, even though he just had a few sips of the strong energon. He shook his head, sitting up. Where were the other bots? He felt a little abandoned.
Optimus wandered down the hall, sighing as he looked away from a glance at two bots 'having fun' in a room he passed by. Optimus's optics widened. That is the last thing he wanted to see.
"Jazz? Prowl? Hello!" Optimus called out. He passed right by a room but then stopped, hearing familiar voices.
Optimus backed up and peered into the room, squinting his optics and gasping when he saw what was going on in the room.
Jazz had his back pressed against the wall with Prowl, back against Jazz, in his grasp. Bumblebee was trying to tease Prowl into playing along with them. Prowl growled, trying to mask his moaning.
"Ah… Jazz s-stop! I AH let go! W-what did you guys do to me?" Prowl leaned his head back.
Neither 'bot replied, too busy with running their servos all over Prowl's frame. Jazz pressed hard strokes to the ninjabot's chevron, mouth latched to his neck, while Bee's small servos danced their way along his sides. Prowl gasped and mewled, twisting slightly.
"Gu-guys."
Jazz purred, basking in the warmth coming off the other 'bot's frames as his servos greedily explored Prowl, cooling fans rushing to bring down his own temperature. With an answering rumble of his engine, Bumblebee dropped to his elbows, placing his faceplate between Prowl's tan thighs. The black and gold mech jerked in Jazz's grasp, visor widening.
"Bu-Bumble-ah!"
The yellow minibot flicked his glossa out, lapping at Prowl's heated codpiece. The ninjabot threw his helm back with a gasp, whimpering slightly amongst his heavy venting.
Jazz smirked, wrapping an arm around Prowl to rub one of Bee's horns. The minibot mewled his approval of the gesture, the vibrations travelling straight through Prowl's already quivering frame.
"You like that, Prowler?"
"Primus." Prowl moaned with a slight twitch of his hips. The black and white cyberninja smirked.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Optimus shook his helm vigorously and turned the corner again, away from the doorway. Did he just see what he thought he just saw? There is no way in the Pit that Prowl would ever let any bot take advantage of him, especially two!
It was as if he was trying to get away, but he couldn't help himself. Optimus groaned at the sting of his processor ache and he squinted his optics closed.
What was he supposed to do? He knew that neither of them were thinking straight. Slag. He wasn't himself either. Optimus cringed, he knew they would all be in a lot of slag by the morning… if this... 'party' even died by then. Optimus slid down the wall, giving up.
"Wasn't this Blurr's party anyway...?" Optimus frowned. He had only met the mech once. But he thought, where the slag was he?
Blurr drove down the streets and to the road clearing where the Elite guard ship's landing place was.
He wasn't sure what all of this was about, but he was told by Agent Jazz that he had to come to the ship immediately for an exclusive mission. Jazz told him that he was in charge for the time being because Ultra Magnus was away and apparently, Sentinel had a virus and was unable to take charge.
Blurr found that hard to believe and he was rather suspicious about this whole 'mission, ' but, a job is a job.
Blurr marched up the stairway of the ship, hearing strange noises inside, then he opened the door to neon lights, bots everywhere, spilled energon on the waxed floor and loud music playing that he had never heard before. Then it hit him.
His creation day was recent so this must had been some huge party for him! Blurr's optics widened. Why me? How could this huge party for his creation day? This celebration looked like it would be for a prime! Not a young agent!
Then a rare smile appeared on his face and he walked in to a bunch of bots, some he didn't even know, come to great him and give him wishes.
Jazz still held Prowl tightly, giving him sharp nips on the side of his neck as Bumblebee continued licking long strokes on Prowl's heating cover and getting in between his legs trying to get him to open. Prowl twitched and accidentally bit his glossa. Whatever they drugged him with it was as if his dental plating has sharpened. Prowl let out a static moan, mouth parting slightly. Bumblebee glanced up at him, drawing his servos up Prowl's lower plating while placing the ninjabot's legs on his shoulders for better access.
Jazz mused, "You have a lot of self-control Prowl..." Jazz said deeply.
Prowl snarled, "Ah! What d-did you even ngh… do to me…?" Prowl vented.
Jazz smirked, "Just a little over dose of solar aphrodisiac..." Jazz chuckled, and Prowl answered in a groan.
"Yo, Bumblebee I know how to get 'im revved up, stop for a sec, I got this." Bumblebee whined but stopped anyway, sitting back he sucked on his digit impatiently.
Jazz spun around and pinned Prowl to the wall, he was so dazed he barely noticed until he felt Jazz pressed against him and grinding roughly against him. It was Jazz's turn to moan and Prowl gasped.
"Gaa! J-Jazz... ugh..." Prowl hissed as he felt the other's overheated plating against his own.
Blurr grinned around his energon cube. The twins, Jetfire and Jetstorm, were telling a very animated story about this one time where, apparently, Sentinel Prime had lost his head –literally lost his head- to some human. Though it was rather hard to follow what with their accents and the fact that they kept delving into helpless giggles every few sentences. At least they were enjoying themselves.
Blurr had been rather hoping to run into Bumblebee. Taunting the minibot about his speed, or lack thereof, was always fun. He was hardly the fastest thing on wheels, as he so often liked to boast.
"Heyguys?" Blurr spoke up when the twins once again interrupted themselves with mad giggles, "DoyouknowwhereBumblebeeis?"
Jetstorm shrugged, "We are not knowing."
"I is thinking I saw him go off with Sir Jazz." Jetfire piped up.
"Okay," Blurr sighed, "Thanksguys." He threw back the rest of his energon, "IthinkI'mgonnagolookforhim."
"Ooh!" Jetfire grinned, "We'll come with you!"
Optimus snapped out of his thoughts.
His audio receivers were catching sounds of something hitting against the walls and muffled moaning sounds. His scanning was blurry but he stood up any way, bracing himself against the wall. If Sentinel hadn't been torturing him with his drunk stories earlier, he wouldn't have drank as much high grade as he did. The slag head just wouldn't leave him alone, he couldn't get away until he had luckily, passed out. Optimus shook his helm, he heard noises again so he went back into the room cautiously, remembering what he had seen earlier.
Jazz's voice growled as he grinded against the struggling ninja bot, trying to get him to 'open up'.
"Hmmfh. Agh, slag Prowl you're a stubborn one… nggh… even when charged on facin' drugs." Jazz said in a deep voice to the other ninjabot's audio receiver. Prowl snarled and whined. He tried to speak, but chocked the words out into another quiet moan. Prowl tried to say something again but Jazz silenced him with a kiss.
Bumblebee meanwhile was on the floor self stimulating.
Optimus rounded the corner and winced at what he saw in the room.
"Jazz! What in the name of Primus!?" Optimus refocused his optics. He couldn't believe the sight. He winced looking at Bumblebee gasping as he was pressing his digits into his own port.
Jazz still straddled Prowl but turned to look at Optimus. His visor glowing with lust. Prowl panted, looking away, his face flustered with embarrassment.
"Stop assaulting the poor bot! W-what has gotten into you all?" Optimus said sternly, he rubbed the back of his helm. His processor was going fuzzy again.
